#this is what the Captain does he’s so itty bitty

[gallusrostromegalus]

You can lay blame for this second ask at @hoifne 's feet, I saw their comment on the post and had to:

How did folks react to the moon landing?

"You're ready? No Big Regrets?" Renji asks. He always asks. He'd done hundreds of Konso rituals now that he was doing his mandatory tour of duty in the living world, but he never wants them to feel 'routine', so he talks to the ghosts. Hypes them up a bit for the afterlife, tries to keep his heart in it.

Especially when it's a kid.

"Well, it's not really a big deal..." The ghost Suichi considers. He was maybe ten or eleven years old. Thick prescription glasses, face round with puppy fat, very loved. Love won't stop a freak electrical accident though. Young Suichi is handling his sudden departure really well, all things considered, so maybe love does stop despair. "-but its a bit of a shame that if there's no TV in the afterlife, I won't be able to watch the moon landing."

"Yeah, we're a bit behind the times, but I'm sure one of the mad geniuses in the 12th will invent one sooner than late-" Renji grins ruffling the boy's hair before the rest of the sentence registers. "-The What Landing?"

"The Moon Landing!" Suichi lights up with excitement. "They just launched the rocket yesterday! But in just three days, man will walk on the moon!"

"...The Moon?" Renji blinks, bewildered.

"Yeah!"

Renji points up over his shoulder into the sky, gripping the boy's shoulder, eyes wide. "THE MOON IN THE FUCKING SKY?"

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The lights of the Fifth division offices reflect blankly off of Captain Aizen's glasses as he attempts to process the news. He is entirely still, save for his eyebrows which are writhing like overcaffienated caterpillars, unable to settle on an emotion to convey.

"The Moon?" Lieutenant Ichimaru squints at Renji even harder than usual, pointing up out the window behind him. "The Moon in the fucking sky?"

"Yeah!" Renji spread his hands. "I didn't believe it either but the humans have managed to work out some neat trick with the way the world turns to like, throw the spaceship like a slingshot..?" he tried to explain.

"So, so there's three guys in a boat-" Captain Aizen tried again, reaching up under his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

"It's really more like a sealed metal tube, but they call it a Space Ship because it does sorta sail through space..." Renji tried to explain, holding up the newspaper from the living world he'd brought back to substantiate his claims and also provide helpful images to explain what was happening.

"So there's three guys in a metal tube and they... threw it into the sky so hard that instead of falling it started flying instead?" Aizen tried. "How do they even throw something that hard without Kido?"

"So the men are up in this little itty bitty bit at the top that looks like a cap on a vaccine needle-" Renji pointed at the image of the Apollo 11 rocket. "-All the rest of this is the uh. enormous amount of extremely coordinated high explosives they used to launch it. The. The whole thing is like... It's a little over three hundred fifty shaku and only 12 shaku of that is where the humans are. The rest is um. Air they smooshed so hard it became liquid and then they set that on fire and look at the picture you can see the kaboom!" Renji tried to explain, pushing the paper across Aizen's desk for his captain to read.

Aizen certainly pointed his face at the image and accompanying article, but 'read' may have been a bit beyond him at the moment.

"Oh, is that all it took?" Ichimaru hummed with interest. "Well fuck, why haven't we done that?"

"Oh yes, how very silly that the humans have beaten us at the trifling matter of FLINGING OURSELVES INTO SPACE, WHAT THE *HELL* ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ICHIMARU??" Aizen objected.

"Well like. Idea's sound. Moon goes around the earth, so a smaller thing should too. And we can absolutely make a sealed metal container and kaboom bigger than that." Gin shrugged, as though this were plainly obvious. "Betchya the clown that runs the twelfth has the stuff laying around- we got a meeting with him later today anyway, why not ask?"

"Oh sure, that's a great Idea!" Aizen beamed. "Why hello Kurotsuchi-taicho, curious news from the human world- do you think you could spare a few parts and several tons of explosives to send some guys for a stroll on the moon?"

There was a moment of silence where Renji and Gin shared an awkward glance (or at least, Renji gave meaningful look to the narrow slits where his lieutenant-commander's eyes theoretically were).

"...he'd agree to that in a heartbeat, if he hasn't started work on his own Spaceboat already." Aizen groaned.

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"No." Grunted Mayuri.

"No? Why not?" Aizen asked, head cocked to the side like a confused spaniel.

"Look, what the old man doesn't know about budget expenditures won't hurt him!" Gin smiled encouragingly. "Think of all the scientific data you'd get to research!"

"What the old man finds out about budget expenditures after the fact can and will hurt me." Mayuri growled. "It's not cookie money, kitting an expedition to the living world to engineer a spaceship with atomic matter instead of Reishi- No, much more efficient to let the humans do it for us and poach the date from them."

"...Why would we need to go to the Living world?" Aizen blinked, confused. "I can see the moon from the window right here?" Aizen pointed out the window of Kurotsuchi's office.

"What? That moon? You can't go to that moon!" The clownish chemical engineer cackled."

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him blankly.

"Is. Is the moon here different than the one in the living world?" Aizen asked, bewildered.

"Different? It doesn't exist!" Mayuri laughed, waving his hand at them.

Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him, then leaned back in their seats, looking out the window at the moon, which still looked as physical and present as it ever did.

"...Oh don't tell me you didn't know." Mayuri frowned, pouting. "No, spirit world doesn't have a moon. The thing up in the sky is a Tulpa- there's a "moon" because everyone who comes to spirit world thinks there should be one, and there's so much ambient spiritual energy even weak souls can exert some force on the nature of reality and when millions of them are all certain there should be a moon, a moon manifests. Or at least, a thing that looks like a moon. Doesn't act like one, changes size and skips around it's phases all the time and if it really were a round object in space, that's NOT what a crescent moon would look like."

Aizen and Ichimaru looked back out the window at the "Moon", whose crescent arced a full three quarters of the alleged satellite's circumference.

"Seriously? this is some really basic stuff." Mayuri glared at them in disappointment. "You never noticed that the moon is always visible out any random window at night, no matter what time it is? It doesn't even go east-to-west more than half the time!"

"But. But we have a lunar calendar..?" Aizen muttered, an edge of genuine distress in his voice.

"Oh yeah, the moon *used* to be regular as clockwork- everyone literally set their watches to it." Mayuri shrugged. "Then sometime about eh, two and a half, three thousand years ago? Right around the same time the first captain-class spirits started appearing, the moon started doing this 'Full Moon Thrice A Month If it Feels Like It' and 'Visible At Improbable Angles' nonsense."

Aizen's eyes were wide and Gin's very nearly open with alarm.

"That's uh- that's terrifying?" Aizen sputtered, now outright frightened.

"Yeah, anybody know what coulda caused that?" Gin muttered.

"The going theory is that the precipitation of a new class of spiritually hyperpotent souls like us has caused disproportionate tugs on the desired appearence of the the "Moon", but that's only a theory- my predecessor's predecessor once attempted to send a camera to the 'Moon' for a closer look, but it never actually *got* any closer." Mayuri explained, casually inspecting his fingernails- he seemed to be growing out the middle one for some godforsaken reason. "-Your theoretical starboat would likely far worse."

"...Okay but that's worse. You understand how that's worse, right?" Aizen demanded and Mayuri waved him off.

"No, no hit makes sense-" Gin nodded, and Aizen glared at his lieutenant. "Think about it! There's what, three and a half billion human on earth? Millions die every day, but only a couple hundred ever turn up every day at the intake queue in the 7th, and nearly everyone is from just the one part of Japan. We're one afterlife of many- ugh, could you imagine if the missionaries were sent here?- anyway, our world is nowhere NEAR as big at the Living World, so the moon-moon is just a geographical feature in the living world, and there's only a couple million people living here. We got disproportionate swing, so we pull on the collective conciousness more. It's fine!"

"That's AWFUL!" Aizen shouted, dismayed.

"I mean I think we all understand God is an Asshole, but what are you gonna do about it?" Mayuri shrugged before tapping on the crate beside his desk. "-Anyway, do you want these Polio Vaccines for the rukongai outreach program our not?"

"I- yes. Please." Aizen muttered.

"Good man, sign here." Mayuri tapped the sheet on his desk. As Aizen tried to read over the provisions release paperwork, the small "Electronic Mailer" on Mayuri's desk pinged. "Oh, the word got out- Kyoraku-taicho wants to hold another moon-viewing party for the occasion. Do me a favor and attend so you can explain to him why we can't go to our 'moon' for me? I don't want to go, and I really don't want to explain it to him through a hangover either."

"If you don't wanna go Boss I'll stand in for you. Promises to be a real riot." Gin grinned.

"Yes, you have your young friend, don't you? Miss Matsumoto?" Aizen smiled fondly at his second-in-command.

"Oh, she probably already got her invite- she an' Miss Nan- er, lieutenant Ise are real pals from the academy." Gin laughed. "Nah, I was gonna drag old blind bones along."

"...Captain Tousen?" Aizen asked, befuddled. "Whatever for?"

"Stars ain't exactly braille, y'know?" Gin explained, wiggling his fingers. "He knows even less than we do an' I wanna watch Rangiku and Kyoraku try'n 'splain the whole thing to him." Gin grinned.

"Sounds lovely! Take your shit and get out of my office." Mayuri threatened.

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Renji exhaled, still bewildered, laying on his back on the grassy hill just outside the 2nd division training grounds, staring up at the moon as it rose opposite the sunset behind him. Or, maybe not? There had been some lecture about how the moon in spirit world wasn't a moon back at the academy that he didn't really remember-

"You sound like you're in the throes of a moral conundrum Red." Shuuhei teased, looking up from the strange contraption he was setting up.

"Huh?" Renji blinked. "Oh, no I'm just- Those guys in the Spaceship gotta be somethin' else, going to die thousands of miles from home."

"What? The Astronauts? They'll be fine! -Probably." Shuuhei laughed. "They're definitely insane, getting in that contraption at all, but they still gotta come home with all the rocks and whatever they get from the moon for the lab techs to look at."

"...How the hell are they getting back?" Renji frowned, rolling up onto his elbow to frown at his senpai. "I thought they blew up all the rocket getting off the planet?"

"They got a bitty rocket in the lunar landing craft that will get them between their ship and the lunar surface, and then they will angle the ship a bit and the moon will fling them back to earth the way earth flung them at the moon." Shuuei explained, not looking up from the weird bass-drum looking object he was messing with.

Renji opened his mouth, realized his friend probably understood it way better than he did, closed his mouth, shrugged, and changed topics. "So what is that thing you had me haul up here?"

"It's uhhh... Experimental. Haven't got a name for it yet." Shuuhei muttered, placing a level on top of it and frowning at the bubble before adjusting the legs bolted awkwardly to the side of the drum. "-But with all this excitement about the Lunar Landing, I realized Tousen-Taicho is... I mean he gets left out of a lotta stuff, y'know? But it's not like he can see the stars, or the spirit-moon, and I don't think he really understands orbital mechanics-"

"I sure fuckin' don't." Renji muttered.

"Yeah, because you're the kind of moron who put a ham sandwich in a VCR-" Shuuhei rolled his eyes.

"That was ONE TIME, and Matsumoto Senpai told me it was a Panini Press!" Renji sulked.

"-and then pressed "Fast Forward", but Tousen is actually smart as hell- I'm the one who can't explain it without gestures he can't see." Shuuhei continued. "...but I can use a camera obscura and reiryoku-sensitive film to sort of take an old exposure image of the night sky. I'm hoping that if I treat the exposed film right, that the light and dark parts will turn into different textures for him to read, like a braille sky."

"Oh." Renji muttered. "That's really nice of you actually."

"I mean, we'll see if it works." Shuuhei shugged, examining the level again. "Hand me the allen wrenches- What about your boss?"

"Captain Aizen? Uh- honestly? He seems a little freaked out by all this and I saw him fuckin' slam the newspaper into his wastebasket when he got back from the twelth." Renji winced. "He's weird like that. Sweet as cake most of the time but then there's these weird flashes of anger... and I'm not sure how much longer he's gonna be my boss."

"As in you got ambitions, or you think he's gonna get fired?" Shuuhei asked, staring at the level again.

"As in 'Tetsuzaemon Iba got in another brawl with his mother about him only being fourth seat when she made captain, and Liuetenant Madarame asked me if I'd updated my resume recently." Renji winced.

"Woof. Talk about a lateral promotion." Shuuhei winced. "Still, the pay raise would be nice. You could afford to take your girl Rukia somewhere up to her brother's standards!"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Renji snapped, rolling over and jumping to his feet. "-It's -I'm sorry. It's kinda complicated." Renji sighed.

Shuuhei was silent for a minute as Renji sat back down on the grass, face in his hands. After a minute of fine-tuning the drum to keep it level, he spoke up. "You're more than good enough."

"Huh?" Renji jolted. "Oh, yeah- I'd be doing all the eleventh's paperwork but there's no way it's worse than the fucking rice subsidies accounting board-"

"That's not what I meant." Shuuhei glared.

"...I know." Renji groaned. "It's just. It's complicated, okay?"

"If you say so." Shuuhei shrugged. "Alright, hand me the flat box- thanks. It'll be ready for exposure in a minute, and I want to get it done before those clouds roll in." He gestured at the distant thunderheads threatening to bloom into a summer storm on the edge of the city.

The process was quick- the shielded plate went into the gap under the drum, and the light of the night sky was reflected onto it from a pinhole in the top. Once the metal plates were pulled back, it needed a few minutes to pick up enough light, before Shuuhei pushed the metal shutters back in and locked the plate in darkness until it could be developed.

"It's for taking pictures of the stars, right?" Renji asked as Shuuhei started disassembling the camera. "You could call that plate an Astrograph."

"Hah! Futuristic. I like it!" Shuuhei grinned. "C'mon and help me with this thing before the punishment squad turns up to kick my ass for having a camera within a mile of the second."

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach Fanfic #renji abarai #sosuke aizen #gin ichimaru #mayuri kurotsuchi #shuuhei hisagi #the moon landing #And THAT's why the moon is fucked up in spirit world! #long post

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has it really already been a year since the first ff shitpost???!!! I’m excited to see it out (even if I know a lil bit of what’s to come 😅)

so give the people another itty bitty sneak peak

5-8-24 WIP Wednesday (Open) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

Their merrymaking draws the attention of Nicky. Nicky’s departure from their room draws his roommates along with him. Smith is now doing quite well in the mini games of Mario Party since everyone else who is playing is at least tipsy. Matt and Aaron end up standing on either side of him with their own drinks coaching him on how to best obliterate his fellow foreign language majors during the mini games.

Smith has no idea when Kevin showed up, but does hear Nicky teasing him that he’d been sexiled from the room by Andrew and Captain Neil so Smith feels quite a bit safer. He accepts a drink from someone knowing that Andrew and Captain Neil will be busy for likely the entire night.

More people come and Smith comes in 2nd on Stars due to the bonus stars at the end of the game. Matt is arguing passionately that he would have won if the mini-game star was in play but Smith is just happy to not be in last.

#Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 2 - 10 #5-8-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #01

[ajaxeology]

6:35PM [Kazuha]

genre: angst

c/w: separation

note: note: so @rxspbrrry and I had a small discussion about Kazuha. Also shoutout to her for beta-reading this , lovE UUU MWAHH AAAAAA. Sorry to those affected by the repost!

You detest the sun for how it sprints across the sky. It wasn't that long ago the sun stretched its rays from the horizon. But somehow you are already at the harbour watching the golden orb tuck itself under its blanket.

Annoyance scalds your chest because you still don’t have an answer even after a whole day. What is it that is between you and Kazuha? Friends? Best friends? Lovers? Even the salty air in the space between the two of you doesn't know.

That scene repeats in your head again. When you told him you loved him just before he left because of the Vision Hunt Decree. You watched his back as he walked away, blending into the sea of people before he vanished from your sight. Even though he said that he loved you the same way, just like how a tree loves the sun.

You redirect your anger towards the Raiden Shogun. If only she did not order the Vision Hunt Decree, it would have been different. 

During the decree, you received occasional letters from him. His words are devoid of any romantic love and the thought crushes your cracked heart into itty-bitty pieces. But in between the ink of the poem he's written for you, you think he loves you. Again and again, you pick up the shattered pieces and put them together again with gold.

The only reminder of Kazuha's presence beside you are the light thuds of his steps on the boardwalk. The distant orders of Captain Beidou to her crew grow louder, serving as a cruel reminder of another looming separation. 

When you no longer hear his footsteps, it pulls you out of your mind.

He's always wandering, always moving towards a new destination. So when he stops for no apparent reason, it alarms you. You turn and finally look him in the eye ever since the two of you separated from the others.

Ruby-red. It reminds you of the red you see when you think of him.

Ruby-red. It reminds you how beautiful he is. You don’t know if you can pay the price of loving a diamond like him. One that shimmers with a new kaleidoscopic pattern every time you look at it.

But you don't see the sorrow and remorse that swirls in those red eyes. The breeze has been screaming to him that it is his fault you carry your heavy heart through the days. The salt in the air pricks his eyes, demanding him to return the silent tears that soak your pillowcase in the night.

He sees the red of his eyes in yours, its shade matching the maple leaves that fall behind you. It’s going to be another goodbye again. Kazuha suppresses the urge to take his hand in yours. A touch of you before he departs miles away from you again.

A moment of only the crash of waves lapses. You ask him what’s wrong and he lies that the maple leaves seem to have given him a new idea for a new poem. Forcing a chuckle, you start inching towards the Alcor with him.

He has one foot on the first step when he reaches the stairs that ascend to the deck. Turning back, he asks you if there's anything you want to tell him.

Maybe, just maybe, he would try to stop his feet from running where they please if you asked. Stop trying to run away to another corner of the world, where he'll eventually leave again. 

If you had nothing to say, he’d tell you to forget him.

You feel your desires overflow the bottle you've shoved them all into.

"Stay."

Is what you want to say. But you keep your lips zipped for the weightless word will hold him down as an immovable mountain when you let it loose.

Kazuha is wrong for saying that he loves you like how the tree loves the sun, you think.

You're the tree that stays anchored; feeling the wind come and go. You're the shore that does not move; welcoming the sea when it washes up on the sand and giving farewell when it resides. No matter how hard you clutch onto him, he'll slip through the gaps that you can't see with your naked eye.

"Make sure to send me letters. I’ll be here when you visit again."

Kazuha smiles sadly. He leans down to the crown of your head, lips hovering above your skin. His breath fans your forehead as he asks, “May I?”

He does not have the heart to tell you to forget him and for once, he sees himself as a selfish fool. Unwilling to let go of a gem he cannot appreciate. It’s a pity that he’s the one you love.

You hum. He gives a kiss on your forehead, so light it could have been a feather’s tip brushing against your skin. When he can no longer see the docks from the top of the ship’s mast, the taste of you is already a faded photograph in the museum of his mind. An exhibit he has already made himself walk past.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin kazuha #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin writing #riptide.works #if this doesn't appear on tags either I will #try not to care anymore

[chenfordsbby]

"Standoff"

Season 1 Episode 9: "Standoff"

“Officer Bradford’s wife is found shot but alive, and he vows to track down the man responsible: Officer Nolan must protect his home and the truth after a home invasion attack”

Original Air Date: January 8, 2019

Written By: Alexi Hawley

Directed By: John Terlesky

Back again with another Shop Drop!! Episode 9 is the episode that aired after coming back from the winter hiatus! So for a good month, we are left wondering what happened to not only Isabel, but with John and Lucy…so let’s find out, shall we?!

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The episode picks up exactly where we left off, with John being attacked by the victims brother, who is clearly out for revenge.  Lucy listens in and she makes the final decision to make herself known to distract the brother to give John enough leverage to knock him on his ass.  John calls in the attack and Lucy is on edge and in panic mode.  She does not want to get seen or caught being at Johns, given their whole predicament and especially at 1 in the morning aka a booty call.  Lucy leaves the house before any of the cops and ambulances come.  Not for nothing, she is trying to save her ass and whose to blame her.

I think its’ clear that Lucy is starting to move on from this relationship with John.  She clearly knows that the back tracking and their previous nights hook up was a mistake, and like she said, a “heat of the moment” type of thing but John seems a bit more hesitant to let her go so easily.  

For just being attacked, John is very cool, calm and collected; a very stark difference from how his demeanor was in the last episode.  He answers all of Commander West and Captain Anderson questions with no hesitation.  Commander West continues to ask John questions regarding the previous nights invasion, especially because now that the brother awoke, and starting to talk, he just so happens to mention that he heard a second voice in the house last night, but John sticks to his original story…that he was alone, much to Officer Wests dismay.  When all units are called to the apartment, the entire precinct scrambles and makes their way over, including Officer West and John.  I don’t know what Officer West sees when he watches John arrest one of Vance guys, but it must have been something special, because it makes him drop all investigations on John.

The next morning, Captain Anderson notifies John that he is cleared in the fatal shooting of his victim, but there are some holes that are starting to gape in his statement and the investigation in the home invasion from the previous night.  John is sequestered to front desk duty until the investigation can clear.  John is very much out of his element at the front desk he is meant to be out on patrol, that’s a given.

Tim and Angela are out searching for Isabel and they get notified that they found her shot and unconscious in the dumpster.  Tim goes into fight or flight mode, all is forgotten in that moment as he watches her getting wheeled into the ambulance, “Im here baby, Im here”.  At the end of the day, Isabel is still his wife, and nothing else matters.

The Tim we see in the the office with Grey is clearly a different Tim than when we saw him in the first episode.  It’s like he’s speechless, somber.  Isabel is the only thing that’s on his mind and running through his thoughts, nothing and nobody else.  The only mission that Tim sees now is getting Vance, who shot Isabel.

All hands are on deck in getting Vance and the guys involved in Isabels shooting, and we are back to the entire ensemble working together, which is what we love about this show. 

We are getting itty bitty crumbs of Tim and Lucy in this episode.   Lucy confronts Tim and gives him her sympathies regarding Isabel, which he seems to take it in stride. Tim has Lucy go gear up the shop and to make sure she includes the Bradford Special.  We see Tim and Lucy, Angela and Jackson and Talia in the parking lot of the apartment complex where they believe Vance and his men AND his pregnant baby mama are all being held up.  They are ready to take this guy down.  Before entering, we get introduced to The Bradford Special- a chest plate for inside the vest for added protection. I guess Tim has been in a situation similar to this one where his special came in handy..

Tim and Lucy find Cesiah's apartment and push their way in.  They need her to lure Vance to her in order to be successful in taking him down.  So when Cesiah calls Vance to come back,  low and behold Vance is in the damn complex hiding out and he knows the cops are there…and BAM! Shots fired towards Talia and Jackson AND Angela.  Jackson has zero hesitation with shooting back.  It’s only a few episodes after his previous freeze ups, so he is either over that, or he has been working on the side with maybe Angela in order to overcome his holds up over open fire.  

I think a showdown is bound to happen.  Vance is outside the door with Cesiah, Tim and Lucy on the inside.  Tim and Lucys view gets blacked out by Vance’s men so they have to figure something else out.  Tim decides to take Lucy’s body cam and uses it as his eyes.  It’s a small moment, but its almost a little lesson that Tim teaches Lucy. “There’s a body cam app on your city issued phone” which Lucy opens up and together they use the body cam and the app to see what’s going on in the hallway. It really is an ingenious idea and I don’t know if Lucy would’ve thought about that on her own. 

Cesiah’s water breaks, and things are about to get a whole lot dicier, being stranded in the apartment, they have no other choice but to deliver the baby in the apartment.  Cesiah asks Lucy is she’s going to deliver her baby and before giving her an answer, she looks over to Tim.  Maybe its because she isn’t sure if it’s something she’s allowed to do, or she needs his approval to do it, but it’s the start of her always looking to get Tim’s approval and support on all of her decisions.

We don’t see it, but Lucy successfully delivers Cesiah’s baby and within seconds, Vances men enter the apartment, guns blazing and shoots Lucy right in the chest before she can even pull her gun out, knocking her cold out.  But did it hit her chest plate?  Honestly thank god for Tim and his special because as Lucy wakes and we hear and see Tim getting his ass beat by these men, Lucy removes her chest plate and the bullet is right in the middle of it.  Lucy taps in and starts double teaming these guys with Tim, I love watching this side of Lucy.

The detectives, Wolfe and Vestri end up at the apartment building, but unfortunately, they don’t know what they are riding up to and the second the elevator doors open, guns are blazing and shots are being fired form everywhere and both are immediately hit multiple times and they both go down.  Talia witnesses it all and comes to their rescue, and brings them to her safe zone, but Detective Vestri dies from the bullet wounds. 

The episode starts to end with Commander West and Captain Anderson informing John that he is cleared of everything, from the fatal shooting to the home invasion.  It’s been a long few days for John. 

Tim is at Isabels bedside at the hospital and when she wakes up, she whispers to Tim, “I didn’t know that rock bottom had a basement”.  I think its safe to assume that being shot in the head, on the brink of death, was her rock bottom and there is nothing but healing and recovery to happen from there.  What her recovery looks like, only time will tell, but will Tim be a part of it, or even in her future as a recovering addict?  It almost is feeling like the beginning of the end for them.

In the final moments, we see Lucy back at Johns house again, and I think they come to a mutual understanding and decision that even though their romantic aspect of their relationship is over, that doesn’t mean that their friendship has to also be over and they decide to be real friends; friends who can talk about their days with each other, real friends.  I think they are going to be way more successful at that type of relationship.  And with that, I truly believe the “Nucy” of it all has come to a complete close. Finally!

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Honorable Mention: The Special Effects Department on this show.  They know how to do their jobs and do it good too.

Episode Peak: Isabel Surviving

Episode Pit: Detective Vestri Dying

Quote of the Episode: “The world isn’t black and white.  And it won’t be better with us off the force.  We’re out there making a difference.  Thank about everybody you have helped.  Now think about what would have happened if you weren’t there.” ~ Lucy Chen

Episode Rating: 8/10.  I forgot how much I thoroughly enjoyed this episode.  It was a very fast paced, action filled one, which I have quickly found out I love.  The only downside to these earlier episodes is the lack of Tim and Lucy, but I know that we’re getting a whole lot more of them soon.  One of my blog readers mentioned to me that, this episode and the previous one almost felt like wrap up episodes for a few of the storylines that they catered too, hence why they were so heavily focused on Isabel and Tim and John and Lucy.  With all that being said, I really, really liked this one!

Side Note: I definitely did not go in order with my recap for this episode, I actually felt like I was all over the place with this one, but everything came to me so quickly and I didn’t know how else to write everything down, I hope it wasn’t too crazy!

Until next time on, “Get in the Shop”…!!!

#The Rookie #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #Standoff #1x09 #The Rookie 1x09 #Angela Lopez #Jackson West #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #John Nolan #Tim x Lucy #Lucy x Tim #Get in the Shop: the rookie re-cap blog #Talia Bishop #Chenford #I love doing this so much #thank you for reading these #and sticking with me #I hope to hear your thoughts and opinions on this one

[aeriedwelling]

a bit late to the ask game but 1, 15, and 22 with mirror oleander + crew?

What's the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Mirror Oleander: an hour or so, and it's an hour full of fidgeting and checking his watch and flipping coins and messing with the hilt of his sword before he very impatiently starts doing things

Albatross (Gunner): they timed it once! roughly 26 seconds, give or take

Kob: fish could probably sit still forever if it really wanted to. no thoughts head empty

Unnamed Creeper Cyborg guy: same as kob they're buddies. they chill in the crows nest for hours saying nothing and they are best friends :D

Unnamed Allay: an hour or two. maybe starts napping after a while

Unnamed Endermite: same as Gunner. bug's record is about 28.3 seconds and he gloats all the time about having a longer time sitting still,

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Mirror Oleander is very careful and thought out- his voice sort of buzzes when he speaks, it's kind of low and dangerous

Kob's voice is sort of gurgly like a fish, also low but not very dangerous. it rumbles maybe idk how to describe it

Gunner's is sort of gravely. he's a zombie piglin half of his throat doesn't work.

Endermite is also sort of buzzy but high pitched as he is little itty bitty guy

Allay sounds sort of like how allays do in game. like a fairy. sort of sounds like jingling and takes some time to learn how to understand hymn

Creeper doesn't talk.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc?)

Mirror Oleander would become aloof, probably, but then cut in and strike where it hurts to try to prove that he's better.

Gunner doesn't get jealous of like. stuff, per se- but if someone says something about how they're going to be made first mate instead of him he gets defensive and possessive and says the captain likes him better than anybody else

Kob and Creeper straight up do not care, though they might get upset if you keep gloating in their faces

Allay pretends not to care but cares a lot and tries to prove that she's better

Endermite will try to steal from you hope this helps, /lh

from this ask game !

#if you have any suggestions for names for these guys. uuuuh feel free to suggest some :3 #if you need pronouns/general personalities just ask and i'll infodump what i've got (which isn't much) #mirror oleander #ghost beloved #ask game

[tony-stark-ing]

Hi, I just learned a fact that I just love about Tony Stark, I don’t know if you heard it too but he goes to orphanages to hold tiny babies when he’s sad, stressed, and can’t sleep.

OMG, I am literally crying! This is too good to be true, I never thought he would do that (especially with his attitude towards Baby Starbrand. “Aww, she’s so precious! *sniffs* Oh, gross, did you just poop? *gags* Carol, go change this!” Yep, I read that comic, he’s fine until Baby Starbrand cries, soils herself, or vomits (thankfully, not shown but we do get Tony Stark ranting on how disgusting messy diapers are while Thor calls him “crazy”) and basically having a panic attack when she starts crying. (Yep, he acts like those dads from those 80s and 90s comedy films where the dad is left with the kids and he does not know what to do and you either facepalm or laugh at how ridiculous he is (these clips on YouTube basically sum it up: https://youtu.be/FgsQDGPchGE) He eventually gives her to Captain Marvel because he can’t handle the gross parts of parenting. But he no longer has this attitude towards babies, guess Brandi helped him develop a stomach. Sorry to gross you out with that but that was big point in his character) Come to think of it, I thought it will only live in my imagination/fanart.

I draw it, a lot!

https://www.instagram.com/p/CeMcNpdvRAM/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

https://www.instagram.com/p/CaOokexrsGO/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

I have a soft heart and loved babies my whole life, you’d find me drawing them a lot! (I love seeing stuff like this) (Either he’s one of those people who love holding and playing with babies but when they cry or need changing, he’d hand them off to someone else because he doesn’t want to deal with it or he doesn’t mind that stuff just diapers until now)

Like, I am legit crying rn!

He’s Iron Dad! He’s a surrogate father who loves kids, he has lots of surrogate children and he finds peace in holding babies!

I wonder if he can go beyond and care for babies too like the dad he is!

Tony is just wholesome!

Hi! Oh I read that comic! It was so sweet! I have read all of the main series Iron Man run from Tales of Suspense to modern day (though I don't remember every detail of every issue lol). Tony is such a soft boy!

Love all the details in your art!

I love babies and kids as well! That's why I became a teacher, so I could work with the itty bitties. My love of children is also why I have an absolute WEAKNESS for fan fiction where Tony gets de-aged and the others (namely Steve) have to look after him.

Oh yeah, Tony is such a dad. I don't even think he realizes how many kids he's basically adopted and is looking out for.

#lab notes

[earnestlyegos]

Hmmmm

Silly little system fun facts?🗡😃 (not forced, obviously)

-🗡

hmmm uh, well, i’s need a bit more of a specific question but, here are a few things!!

yancy

in the headspace, im a whopping 6’1! im also currently 33, and do not age!

i love to sing nice and loud whenever im driving, music is often on full blast because who doesnt enjoy hearing damage??

despite almost everyone being always antsy, im normally fine with just lounging causa my time back in prison!

eric

in the headspace, hes a tinyy itty bitty 5’5, and hes 28 years old!

despite knowing he doesnt have his handkerchief in the real world, youll sometimes still find him wringing his hands as if he does!

unlike yancy, hes very sensitive to loud sounds, and tends to shy away from harder sounding music like metal or scream.

like yancy, hes fine with just chilling! also like yancy, he isnt the biggest extrovert, and enjoys reading or writing in his free time.

mark

in the headspace, hes 5’10, and and hes 32 years old!

despite his big ego (pun intended), hes a rather shy and reserved guy who prefers to be by his captains side at all times!

he needs to be constantly doing something or he doesnt know what to do with himself, so sometimes he makes up for that need by building legos!

although of course hes mark, he is actually very similar to our host, damien! despite that, the two have never even met, at least not properly, and damien knows all about mark, so its a little bit strange-

hes also extremely used to bland food due to being on the Invincible, considering foods that last a long time often are dry and dont have a lot of flavor!

thanks for the ask, hope you enjoyed! (mostly written by damien)

#yancy #head engineer #eric derekson #ask

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

Awwwww I loved reading your gush about spaceboy!!🥰🥰 Idk how to explain it exactly but he totally sounds like your type! Again, I’m not familiar with this fandom but I just GOTTA know more tidbits about him and Clover’s relationship (if you have anything else fleshed out)!!!

thunder you make my heart go heehooheehoo everytime AEAEAEAEAWAE iM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM EVEN IF YOU'RE NOT ENTIRELY FAMILIAR 😭😭 (honestly the same was applicable to e.w before you watched it 🥺)

YOU ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD BECAUSE I INDEED HAVE WRITTEN MORE TIDBITS ABOUT THEM NOT TOO LONG AGO!!

a little backstory, clover was intended to be a simple forest nymph because I simply adore anything green and you already know that!! but when I posted my spaceclover art, someone in the tags asked if she was supposed to be a humanoid sprout mole (aka, the cute little bulbous plant creatures you see that's cuddling spaceboy!!)

after giving it some thought, I will now confirm that YES she is a humanoid sprout mole!! but here's a twist!! she can switch to human AND sprout mole at will, as long as she absorbed enough water from her homeland to go on human! but if she does run low on juice, she is but an itty bitty sprout mole, just like her people <3 it's not hard to identify her because she has a clover on her stem instead of an ordinary leaf!

but jil, what does this mean? she's a sprout mole, what does that mean? what does spaceboy and clover have now?

HOLDS YOUR SHOULDERS AND YELLS

BIG x SMALL DYANMIC!!!!!!!

YES U HEARD ME, THEY'RE MY FIRST SHIP TO CONTAIN A BIG X SMALL DYNAMIC AND IM GOING ALL OUT THIS IDEA 😭😭😭😭😭 LOOK AT ME LOSING MY MIND HERE

DO U FEEL ME ITS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WONDERFUL 1000000 YAYAYAYEYYAYWYAS IT MAKES ME HHRHHRHRRHRJR <33333333 im so excited too because like I said, this is a new dyanmic I can play with and I have a lot of thought just from that alone WHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH I also really like their aesthetic of space x nature i think it should be explored a lot more c:

this one's a little off topic now but I still need to mention this, all in one go amirite haha 😎

she is loved by his pirate crew, because they see her as the one who "helped him move on" and "made him even better than before" because his crew had to deal with spaceboy's ugly crying and moping BSBSBDHSJRH so I like to imagine how much respect and joy they get when she comes to visit!! she's also like a foreigner in their "land" so it's refreshing to have new people hehe and would definitely love to hear her mundane and simple stories because it's certainly a new thing for them hehe 🥺 oh and they all go eat snowcones together. spaceboy of course treating everyone because he's just that great of a captain 🥺 it's a fun time here <3

TYSM I HAD SO MUCH FUN 😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧💚💚💚

#THIS IS A LOT IVE WRITTEN HEEELPPPPPL i didnt even talk about omori and co's opinion about her because thats another can of worm #also because im feel kinda bad going off and everything i say is fresh info so its a lot to take in 🙈 #pogi tag: 💫 #🍀 gush post #🍀 inbox #❇️ thunder!

[onsunnyside]

⋆˚♡˳ a little bit "obsessed"

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Jake Wyler x bratty!cheerleader!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | himbo!Jake but he's cute about it, swearing, probably second-hand embarrassment

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.5K

𝗔/𝗡 | there's just something about Jake being all nervous and corny. if you want to be tagged for this series, just send me an ask or comment!

𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Jake has a(n arguably well-known) crush on you and he’s a little obsessed with you, he’s debated on how to properly “butter you up”.

He tries with words and stops you in the halls to ask about your day, he plays calm and collected. He wishes he could be effortlessly cool around you—like he is with everyone else but you just have an effect on him.

At football games, he’ll be drawn to you when halftime rolls around.

Sometimes he gets distracted by you in your tiny cheer skirt and will nearly be tackled.

One game, it was chilly and most of the crowd were bundled in scarfs and hats. The cheer squad was wearing their uniform pants or skirts and turtlenecks. Before the game started, Jake offered you his varsity jacket in case you got too cold. Most of the team did that with their partners and even though he reassured you it was nothing but a friendly gesture, you knew it was more than that (to him, at least).

"You know, just so you don't get sick."

You cocked your hip, your breath visible in the cool air. "I don't want to smell like you for the rest of the evening. The usual onion stench masked by cheap body spray?" Which was completely untrue, Jake certainly didn't smell bad, quite the opposite. Like rich vanilla and cinnamon, sometimes he smelt like lavender.

Jake's eyes widened. "Do I actually smell?" He lifted the collar of his jersey to his nose, then looked back at you.

Over his shoulder, you could see Jake's little entourage of admirers. Girls and boys, from freshman to seniors, all equally taken by the dark-haired and blue-eyed captain. Heart-eyes, fawning, compliment after compliment, endless praises—they gave Jake everything.

You didn't get jealous over a boy who wasn't yours. You didn't get jealous over a boy who wanted so hopelessly to be yours. So you ignored their stares, some judgemental, others bewildered because who would deny Jake Wyler's varsity jacket?

"—freeze?"

"What?"

"I really wouldn't want you to be cold. I don't think I smell but a lot people can’t smell themselves." Jake blinked slowly, "I've been told I smell good, a lot of people like my cologne. Does... Does it smell bad to you?" He pouted. Clad in his football gear, helmet in one hand and dark eyebrows drawn together. "I'll get a new one if you don't like this one."

You wanted to laugh but covered your mouth with your hand.

"Not only because you don't like this one! I'm not, I'm not that desperate." He chuckled nervously. "But, hypothetically, would you rather me change my cologne?"

"No!" A small shout came from his group of admirers. "Don't, please!" Another added.

You took one step closer, a smirk on your glossy lips. "They say no."

"But what do you say?" Jake's voice lowered, having you this close, he could count every glitter on your cheeks.

You were tempted to give him a shrug, but instead, you played nice. "Well, hypothetically, I've grown fond of your cologne. And, it would break my little heart if you changed it, hypothetically, of course."

Shit, that itty bitty hint of a flirt, Jake could have jumped up in glee (he actually did, his right foot did a little kick and he'd hate himself later for it but it made you giggle). Then, his coach blew the whistle and he had to return to the locker room.

"Wear it if you get cold, please?" Was his final request before following his fellow teammates, shoulder pads making him look even broader.

He gave you once last glance, you could see it in his face; how desperately he wanted you to wear his jacket.

A while later when he looked over mid-game, he froze like a deer in headlights—you were sitting on the bench with his varsity jacket zipped up to your chin.

That moment he was actually bodychecked so hard he had to sit out for the rest of the game. Jake seized the opportunity to talk to you, flirting his ass off and messing up plenty of times because why the hell does your smile make him weak? until the timer hit zero and the team won. That was the day he finally got your number.

You've though about it; did you make a mistake giving your number to the guy who was in-love with you?

Maybe not. But also maybe yes. You were indecisive about that.

Jake texts you often, sending cute messages about how pretty you looked at school, how good your presentation was in class, how you 'stole the show' at the football game during halftime, to which you reply with “I know”. Honestly he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

Sometimes you leave him on read, but Jake pays it no mind. One time you texted him first, it was about homework, but still, he counts that as a win.

Some mornings, he’ll meet you at your locker with breakfast and an adorable smile.

His friends joked about his obsession when he started meeting you after every class to walk you to your next. Even holding you bag and books while you sipped on your iced coffee or reapplied your lipgloss. When your friends stop to talk to you in halls, he stands there and waits patiently for you to be done. He also pretends that he doesn’t see the suggestive looks your friends give you.

He’ll text you asking where you are or what class you’re in, and he’ll meet you as soon as the bell rings and walk you to your next class. People always want to talk to Jake, but he'll wave them off for you every time, "I'd pick you over any of them any day" he once said with the reddest cheeks ever. Chatting you up usually starts with him being confident, then he'll shy away and give you the sweetest grin and wave as you walk into your class.

One day he complimented your lipgloss and slyly asked what it tasted like, you proceeded to kiss your fingers and press them to his mouth before walking into class with a cheeky wink.

Jake didn’t even know what to tell his friends when they asked why he looked like a tomato.

When Christmas rolled around, you got a candy gram from him attached to a small note with a corny Christmas pick up line: 'I didn't think I was a snowman, but you just make my heart melt.'

He also got you gift cards for you favourite stores, and a new mirror for your locker since you made an off-hand comment about it being too small. He mentioned taking you to the Christmas Market for the full experience, "Seeing you outside of school?"

"We could get hot chocolate and watch the parade."

"Let me rephrase, seeing you outside of school on purpose?" You tilted your head.

Jake nodded, arms bundled with your books and gifts.

"So, not like when you randomly pop up while I'm out with my friends?" You began taking things from him, replacing your old mirror with the new one. It was the perfect size and in a cute pink sparkly frame. "You have a terrible habit of knowing where I am at all times..." You trailed off, looking at him with a narrowed gaze. "Got something to confess, Jake?"

"Your friend is dating one of my best friends and he invites me out because," I really like you and want to be around you all the time, "I love doing... things."

"Like shopping? Going to ice cream shops, and having spa days?"

Jake's eyes were begging for a way out. So you gave him one, taking your things and giving him your old mirror, not before pressing a kiss on the surface, "Why don't you take that home, sweetheart, a little piece of me since you want me around so much."

Only then does he realize he said that aloud.

Valentine’s Day is a considerably more cheesy. He meets you in the morning with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, giving you a box of chocolates, a red heart shaped balloon and a single rose. You thought he would’ve stopped at that because in the middle of his "I like-like you" confession, he was interrupted by a student walking who groaned about how everyone already knew about his crush.

He didn’t think he was that transparent but then again, the yearbook committee asked about adding: - has a giant crush on Y/F/N Y/L/N. to his biography in the football segment (and he may have said yes but he’ll absolutely deny it).

You received two more roses during first period, then he met you before second period to give you three more. That was how the whole day went, and eventually you were struggling to hold 45 roses when the bell rang. You were stunned to see Jake standing outside your class with ten more roses.

You thought about telling him that it was too much, maybe blow a bubble with your gum and pop it in his face. Be a brat to try and get him to step back but that’s never worked before, so why would it work now when he’s looking at you all loved up?

Instead, you thank him with a simple caress of his cheek and leave the school, throwing the roses in the backseat of your convertible, hoping they’d fly away as you sped home. And they did, all except one that you deemed worthy of keeping.

𝗝𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿! 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 | @bookwormchick91

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[babybluebex]

me and my husband [baron zemo x reader]

summary ↠ in the process of making sure zemo is okay after a fight in latvia, you find a way to put captain john walker in his place. pairing ↠ baron zemo x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 1.6k warnings ↠ explicit language, itty bitty tfatws ep. 4 spoilers, john walker being misogynistic and a Total Dick a/n ↠ (yes the title is a mitski reference) enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio! (also thank u @therenlover for your invaluable support and screaming in my instagram dms)

As far as you were concerned, John Walker could rot in hell.

You had only just heard the fight break out, the smashing of glass making your quicken your step, and you had rushed into the room the moment that Walker, in his infinite prickishness, had hurtled that dumb metal shield through the air. You had watched it collide against your husband’s cheek, and Helmut had gone limp instantly and crumpled to the floor.

“What the hell?” you had cried, enraged, and Bucky and Sam were quick to come in after you. “What the fuck was that for, you prick?”

John Walker had given you a confused look, then looked to his partner, then to Sam and Bucky. Originally, Sam had initially been opposed to bringing you along on their mission to retrieve information about the Flag Smashers, but your husband had extended an ultimatum: “She comes with me, or I don’t come at all.” They needed Zemo to get into Madripoor, so the Americans sighed and allowed you to come. You yourself weren’t quite sure why Zemo was insistent that you come with him, but, the moment you saw him get hit by Captain America’s shield, it made sense: to vouch for him when he couldn’t.

“Who’re you?” John had asked carefully, and Sam huffed out a laugh.

“Aw, this’ll be good,” Sam had mumbled as you stormed towards John. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you came chest to chest with him, and you planted your hands on your hips.

“My name is Zemo,” you had told him. “And you just gave my husband a concussion.”

John stared at you for a minute, then at Helmut at his feet, then back at you. “Husband?” he replied. “But he’s been in jail for seven years.”

“Of all the people to explain my relationship to, you are not high on that list,” you spat. “Now, get him up.”

John looked around at his compatriots in obvious confusion, and Bucky sighed. “Just do it, man,” he mumbled.

“And why won’t you do it?” John asked.

“Because he’s not the one with the giant metal trash can lid strapped to his arm,” you said. “You are. You are the one who hurt my husband, and you are going to fix this. So, Captain, I suggest you move him from the middle of the floor.”

And now, finally back in the small Latvian flat, you were able to properly tend to Helmut. He had come to just as John had set him on the sofa, and you could gauge that he was concussed. It didn’t seem too bad, but he was still a bit disoriented. Helmut gave a small groan, certainly one of pain, and you whispered, “There he is. How’re you feeling, love?”

Helmut glanced around you for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and he mumbled, “What happened?”

“An American oaf with a trash can lid took you out,” you explained. “He got you in the face pretty good.” Gingerly, you skimmed your fingers over his cheek, testing for any tenderness, and you heard a low groan escape him when you touched the red patch on his face. “Let me get you an ice pack.”

“I can do it, mein Schatz,” Helmut began, but you gently pushed on his chest to keep him down.

“Hel, please,” you sighed. “You need to rest. Let me take care of you.”

After a moment, your husband sighed and laid back down, and he rested his head back on a pillow. Just as you stood up, Helmut reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb along the back of your hand. “What would I do without you?”

“There’s no telling,” you sighed, and you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back, a bit weak and tired, but his hand on yours spoke the words that his kiss didn’t. “Take off your jacket, my love, you’ll get too warm.”

You walked across the space to the bathroom, and you grabbed a small hand towel to run under some cold water. As you did your task at the kitchen sink, you heard John, Bucky, Lamar, and Sam all muttering between themselves, and you hardly listened to it. You expected it to be some drivel about teamwork or patriotism or whatever it was that any conversation with Captain America turned to, but you finally tuned in when you heard your husband’s name. “Zemo’s got you two cornered,” John said. “Making you do his shit for him. And he demanded to bring her along? Why didn’t you say no?”

“We needed him,” Bucky replied. “And there’s no him without her.”

“Oh, they’re some sorta Bonnie and Clyde?” John huffed. “You’re harboring a fugitive here. A-And you! You’d really put your wife in danger like this?”

“Mein Schatz is resourceful,” you heard Helmut mutter, and you drained the rag of excess water before moving back to him as he spoke. “Smart, clever, and cunning; I married her for a reason.”

You sat on the floor next to him and settled the cold rag over his eyes. He smiled a little and gave a quiet groan, and you rested your hand on his chest. He had done as you had asked and taken off his coat, but you still saw the red flush under his collar. Carefully, you reached up and undid the top few buttons in his wine-colored shirt, and you gave a playful tug at his gold necklace. “Can I get you anything?” you asked him quietly; you spoke in Sokovian, for no other reason than to make John and Lamar squirm.

“Bourbon?” Helmut asked, following your linguistic lead.

“Of course,” you replied. You took his hand off of his stomach and gave his knuckles a kiss, and added, “Anything else?”

“A kiss,” Helmut said, and he gave a quiet little laugh. “I can’t see your face, my treasure, but I know you’re grimacing at me.”

“Never,” you said with a click of your tongue, but you sat up on your knees and pressed a soft kiss to your husband’s lips. You liked kissing Helmut Zemo, especially moments like this, when it was just you and him. Of course, you were surrounded by men who were all bigger and stronger than both of you, but your mother language gave you a feeling of exclusion that you welcomed.

“Alright, whatever the fuck this is has gotta stop,” John groaned, and you broke away from the kiss slowly. “Listen, we’ve put up with a lot of your shit, Zemo, but your little cock-sleeve or whatever she is is taking things one step too far.”

Helmut sighed with the weight of the insult, took up your hand blindly and squeezed, and he whispered, “Go easy on him, won’t you?”

“Would you?” you asked, and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood carefully and smoothed out your shirt, and then you turned to John. He truly was an impressive figure, but you felt his uneasiness radiating off of him. You were the player, and he the instrument; you only had to find the right chord. “First of all,” you began. “Insulting a woman because she likes to have sex? Low blow, Walker. I thought that Cap respected women.”

“He does,” Bucky said. “He’s supposed to.”

“I’m not Steve--”

“Did I ever say Steve?” you snapped. “No, I said Cap. Captain America is a title and a role that you should be fucking thankful for, and you treat it like a curse that’s been put on you. Cap protects and serves, and look at what you’ve done while you’ve had that shield: you’ve been frolicking around on television and causing more trouble than you’re worth.”

Sam gave an affirmative grunt from over your shoulder, and, if you had been facing him, you would have seen the way he pressed his fist into Zemo’s shoulder with a smile.

“You may not be Steve,” you said, taking a step closer. “I truly doubt that the world needs another Steve Rogers. But Captain America is supposed to inspire peace and freedom and trust and all of those American buzzwords, and you’re doing a piss-poor job at it. You have to trust that Sam and Bucky are making the right decisions here, even if those decisions involve me and my husband.” You paused and titled your head in trademark Zemo fashion, a habit you had picked up from Helmut, and you said, “I think that you’re forgetting that you’re in the presence of a man-- the man-- who managed to dismantle the Avengers. Bucky wouldn’t have gotten him out of prison without a good fuckin’ reason, and I think that his help’s been pretty invaluable. But what do I know, right? I’m just his little cock-sleeve.”

You pushed John aside in order to go to the kitchen area and fulfill Helmut’s request of a drink, and you felt proud of yourself. You had wanted to put him in his place ever since you had first heard of him, and your stomach was warm with pride.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Zemo,” John called across the room as you settled a few ice cubes into a small tumbler. “Sometimes I just… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure if I want to accept that apology or not,” you replied. “Let me sleep on it.” You brought the drink back to Helmut, and he moved himself to sit up on the couch properly. You took the cool towel from his face and carefully pressed it to the back of his warm neck, and you watched John and Lamar exchange uncomfortable glances. “Oh, and, Captain?” you added, and he turned to look at you. “Missus is nice, but it’s Baroness Zemo to you.”

#baron zemo #baron zemo fanfiction #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x y/n #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl x reader #kit.txt

[haikyuuu-r-us]

Erm okay so I don't usually do asks fr like that but may I please ask Alpha waka and omega reader. I saw you did omegaverse idk but yeah. Maybe fluff it not idk whatever works with you 🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽🥺😳

Pt.2: https://haikyuuu-r-us.tumblr.com/post/625551637967175680/unofficial-game-alpha-ushijima-wakatoshi-x

Hell yeah, I do omegaverse, girl that's my JAAAM thanks for asking! <3

Edit: This is now titled- 'Unofficial Game' and this is pt. 1 ❤️

  - Its no surprise that Ushijima Wakatoshi of Shiratorizawa was an incredible alpha. He was agile and strong. He was the Ace and also the Captain of his team. 

  - He was an Alpha. 

  - His team was highly regarded and respected. His team respected him highly. By some, he was considered a prodigy. 

  - Every move he made was calculated to bring him closer to his goal, no distractions allowed. 

  - He had a goal and he was hell-bent on reaching it. 

  -It's no surprise to your fellow students to find that you were an omega. You were rather meek and shy. You kept to yourself on the best of days and purposefully isolated yourself on worse ones.

  - You were an omega. 

  - You had few friends though none went to school here. You were accepted into the school due to exceptional grades and recommendations. The school was seeking to expand into the arts, and in that aspect, you were an excellent starting point. 

  - You won medals in competitions. Never landing below third. You never cared for your medals. In your eyes, it was all subjective. Not to mention you had never been extremely competitive anyhow. 

  - you only desired to see your skills grow and to inspire others to follow their own dreams. 

Essentially, the two of you never should have met, be in any sort of friendship let alone a relationship. The differences were too large, the first years would say. If only they were privy to how you met. 

"Wah?? So you're the new transfer student?" You glanced up from the hallways tiled flooring to search for the voice. When he waved at you and began to jog towards you with a lazy grin marking his features, you slunk back into your oversized school jacket. 

"Yeah...uhm, haha, that's me." You tucked your hair behind your ear nervously. 'He's an alpha.' Although his scent was a weird one, you found his constant seeking you out every morning just to say hi rather endearing. It'd be lying to say you didn't form an itty bitty crush on him at the beginning of your friendship. 

As time went on he became your guide, and a strong brother-like figure to you, showing you parts of the school you had been too nervous to explore by yourself and encouraging you to take pictures when you asked if it was allowed. You were inspired by what you were seeing, you absolutely had to have a reference for later. He continued to guide you, most definitely spinning false and grandeur stories about how each place came to be. He didn't need to be right, it made you laugh and it kept you interested; You stayed interested even when you got to how the gym was built by angels who deemed volleyball a holy sport above all others. 

"Liar." You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as tears sprang to your eyes at his overdramatic antics. "WHAT? Omega-chaaan! I would never, E V E R! Lie to you!" He shook his head furiously and wagged a finger in your face. He was about to start again but a calm voice interrupted. 

"Oh, there you are. Coach wants to start early with practice." The beta had blonde hair and a bored look on his face. 

"Aw, what? That’s bull- wah! Omega-chan come watch me practice!" He cried waving his arms frantically as you thought it over. 

"I dunno," you eyed the beta male wearily. 

"It's perfect yeah? See, you can practice the Anatoly of us while we play!"

"I think you mean anatomy-"

"Yeah, same thing!"

"I don't even know what that other thing is- stop pushing I'm going, 'Tori!"

He ushered you in and motioned towards the bleachers. He was right you supposed. This would be a good way to practice. 

At you were good at being a wallflower and despite the beta male who ignored your presence, you found yourself comfortable knowing that Tendou would step in should someone give you any issues. 

Wakatoshi stretched quietly in the changing room. Nodding silently at Tendou when he entered and quickly, as though someone was going to give him a medal, stripped himself of his school uniform and into slightly more comfortable training clothes. He was being sloppy and nearly tripping when he pulled his shorts up. 

His brow quirked down but he said nothing, figuring it was more nonsense from the Guess Monster. 

He left the changing room and just as he began to walk over to the storage closet to grab the volleyballs, a new scent filled his senses. Though unnoticed to himself and the other Alpha and betas around him, his pupils dilated ever so slightly. 

His head turned from the handle of the closet to assess the gym. There was an omega here. He could smell her. Somewhere, he raked his gaze across the room and a slight shift of fingers was all it took to have his gaze latch onto you like a magnet to a fridge. 

Your form was small. Knees up to your chest with a book resting on top of them. A pencil clenched in between your fingers. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your chosen seat was high up in the bleachers, hidden ever so slightly behind support that jutted out of the wall. 

He breathed in your scent slowly, allowing the warm sweet scent to roll over his palette. His pupils dilated and adjusted, connecting the sight of you to your soothing scent.

Omega. 

He didn't realize he was making his way closer to you until his body was faced with the prospect of climbing up the bleachers. This time when his gaze landed on you, wide, doe-like orbs stared back. Quickly almost fearfully, your body tensed and you looked away.

Knows her place. 

He narrowed his gaze in a challenging way. Who let you into the gym? Omegas were most definitely not allowed at any other time than official games. They potentially could be major distractions at the very least. You shifted nervously, and your fingers flipped through a few pages. 

Her fingers were shaking. 

"Ne~Omega-chan you have to watch!"

Of course, it had been Tendou. Of course, he would let in an omega. 

He turned away, ignoring your presence, for now, Tendou would cause mayhem otherwise, especially if he thought you'd be forced to leave. 

The game went well. In fact, Tendou was most definitely showing off the entire time, calling out for your praise and attention. 

Though he didn't find himself drowning in curiosity, he still listened closely when Semi asked Tendou about the shy omega. 

"That your omega, 'Tori?" That was a new nickname. 

"Nah, she’s my friend! She's shy and stuff so I don't think she had anyone else. She looked lonely so ' voila '!" 

"You're supposed to form friendships through common interests and tastes-"

Tendou stared in confusion. Semi sighed and rubbed his temples. Reon and Goshiki piped up out of curiosity helping to explain exactly what Semi meant. 

Lakatos didn't bother to hear the rest. Instead, he went to join the first years in the gym, supervising them to ensure they didn’t fool around instead of cleaning. While they scrambled to gather everything up he searched for the omega, despite her lingering scent, he saw nothing. Then again, before he could complete his scan, a volleyball rolled and bumped into his ankle.

He kneeled and picked it up, testing the pressure in his hands. He was about to toss the ball back to the first year who dropped it, but he caught sight of you from his peripheral, and before he even fully realized why his inner alpha commanded him to do it, he found himself lining up to set. 

Throw. Run. Jump. Slam the ball. Hard. Harder than needed. Put force into it. Strongest Alpha. The strongest. 

His knees bent when he landed. The echo of the ball landing was still reverberating throughout the gym, the air was thick with unknown tension and no first-year dared to speak. The ball slowly rolled back towards him, and once more he picked it up. Except for this time he turned and handed the ball to the kid that dropped it. Instinctually his gaze searched for your face among the first years who know were shutting everything down. 

You were looking at him too. The moment he locked eyes with your own, you shot your gaze downwards to stare at your feet. 

She's respectful. 

Slowly and shakily staring at the other third years locking up, you gave a weak chuckle and muttered softly, "uhm, so I'm assuming you're the captain?" 

The moment you shifted your gaze back his spine straightened further and his chest puffed out slightly. Unnoticeable to anyone but himself. You were... Affecting him. 

"Indeed." His eyes drifted across your form. He was never one to really notice omegas despite being an Alpha male himself and having plenty of fangirls, he never really, truly noticed any of them. He especially never bothered to assess their form like he was currently doing to you. His eyes slid to your face again, watching as your lips moved as you spoke, the words barely processing. 

Her scent. 

After receiving no answer to Tendou's whereabouts you glanced at his face again, though with more caution this time. 

Her eyes. 

Little did you know, the way your eyes peeked at him beneath your lashes, the way your brows pinched together and especially the way your lips parted in concern, all were sending his Alpha into a tailspin. His heart began to steadily beat faster, the same tempo would beat before a good matchup. 

It was only the snicker from his right-hand side that brought him out of it.

Tendou. 

"Don't worry about him omega-chan! He's just dense." You laughed nervously attempted to shift the attention back to Tendou instead of yourself. 

That's right, you were there for Tendou. 

He realized late that night, before he went to bed, that the real reason his Alpha demanded that one spike, the real reason his adrenaline couldn't seem to leave him be, even hours later, that his Alpha was proving to you, convincing you really, he, Waktoshi Ushijima, was the strongest. He was the captain. The Ace. His breaths picked up slightly when he recalled the way your lips formed the word 'captain'. 

All he knew now was that he wanted you to call him 'alpha' next.

(Looks like I got a bit carried away with this one lol)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #ushiwaka #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima hcs #xreader #haikyuuxreader #omegaverse #haikyuu omegaverse #Alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alphawakatoshi #omega reader #alpha/beta/omega dynamics x reader #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/omega #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

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Academy Era Mckirk

anyway here's my top 10 academy era mckirk recs enjoy.

Step 1: Enlist in Starfleet. Step 2: ????? Step 3: Profit. by hellostarling

Jim spends three years at the Academy, and he totally manages it all by himself. Well, Bones helps a little. Or a lot. Maybe.

This is Jim's Starfleet education and all that entails: the ups, the downs, the prank wars, the winter vacations, and the awkward boners.

Once More unto the Breach by AnEscapeFromReality

James Kirk was the rudest student Professor Heleine ever taught. He stomped out of the middle of the professor's lecture like he wasn't a mere cadet. Well, the professor was done putting up with him. If he couldn't sit through an expert lecture, then he should give the lecture about Tarsus. That would teach him some respect.

What Sulu Sees by IsmayDeVain

How Kirk Slowly Endears Himself to His Crew by Becoming a Human Punching Bag, Plunging off a 300 Foot Cliff, Getting Crushed by a Giant Ass Pipe, Nearly Getting Blown to Itty Bitty Bits, and Suffocating Because of His Own Medically Inept Body. (Although, not necessarily in that order.) Or five times Kirk puts his crew before himself and one time they return the favor.

(this is post Star Trek 2009, but it includes flashbacks to the academy so I'm counting it.)

Shelter by schweinsty

Five times Jim told someone about Tarsus IV, and one time they already knew.

The World May Never Know by SadieYuki

How many lies does it take to get to the center of a Jim Kirk?

Or, five times Jim Kirk hid the truth from Leonard McCoy, and one time he finally opened up.

Cpt C. Pike and C/ J.T. Kirk’s guide to unexpected Co-Habitation by InsaneSociopath

When the Admiralty first delivered their ultimatum, Chris Pike didn't know who ought to be more offended; Jim Kirk, for being treated as if he were incapable of being independent despite being twenty-two and a certified genius; or Chris himself, for not getting any choice in who lived in his spare bed room for the next twelve months dammit!

Or: Things Captain Christopher Pike learns about both himself and Cadet James T Kirk during their (not so) brief period of (initially) forced co-habitation.

Leonard H. McCoy's Guide to Keeping a Friend by highschool-facelesshellion (mutalune)

Leonard came to Starfleet with nothing except a half-finished degree and an empty bottle of cheap booze. It took him months to realize he had a best friend waiting in the wings for him to get his act together.

Or: How Leonard made a best friend by being an unobservant but decent person and how his conscience wouldn't let him be undeserving of the kid's freak affection.

Quirks and Their Side Effects by highschool-facelesshellion (mutalune)

Jim Kirk's always been a weirdo.

Leonard could use some more weird.

The Little Things by summoner_yuna_of_besaid

Jim thinks about how he came to this moment: how he just happened to go and visit Bones when the man was with a patient diagnosed with ADHD who was looking to refill his medication. Funny, he thinks as more tears roll down his face and his lips tremble, how the most innocuous little things can change your life, forever.

...

In which Jim Kirk learns about himself and his mind, struggles to understand it, and his friends and family help him handle the fall out.

Any Road Will Take You There by shoreleave

Slow-developing K/M, beginning right after the shuttle ride and showing what happens the first year at the Academy. Told from McCoy's POV.

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(anyway drop into my inbox to cry with me about aos kirk)

#star trek aos #mckirk #academy era #academy era mckirk #tarsus iv #james t kirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #christopher pike #dadmiral pike #star trek fanfiction #star trek rec list #star trek aos fanfic

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Talk about Captain America the First Avenger? I'm feeling nostalgic atm and considering a rewatch and I really do think they do a great job establishing Steve's character even though it's wild in that early MCU way

STEVE. I did a rewatch -- reasonably recently? Within the past month, I think, so it's mostly fresh in my head.

CATFA had to do a lot -- it had to introduce Steve Rogers, Captain America, as a character, and do so with Steve Rogers first, and Captain America as a side effect of Steve, but also do so in such a way that you could tell that Steve was flexible enough that he wouldn't shatter under the pressure of things getting really, really weird. (Things get weird around Steve so many times in this movie.) It's also setting up the MCU -- specifically Earth MCU -- as something where weird shit just happens occasionally in a way that the frost giant attack in Thor can sort of just pass over because it happened so long ago. It sets up the Steve-Bucky relationship that's going to inform so much of Steve's actions going forwards. It sets up HYDRA. It sets up the Infinity Stones, and I know I just said that the MCU struggles with how to deal with the PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER itty bitty living space of the individual Stones, but I think CATFA does it really well because it's very clear how extremely over their heads everyone on Earth is dealing with the Tesseract. We get those bits and bobs of continuing Asgardian presence/interference on Earth that isn't really returned to again -- that church clearly doesn't date back to 965 AD, so what happened? (like, I get why the MCU didn't really want to deal with HYDRA idealization of Asgardians as potential ubermensch, but it's brushed over very briefly.) Steve's EVERYTHING in this film, both skinny Steve and Steve once he's gotten serum-ed up. Man simultaneously does not give a shit about anything and gives a shit about SO many things, and he's terrifyingly hard-edged. Also like...he has a photographic memory. I feel like that's not touched on enough.

#thelurkinglark #bedlam replies #bedlam watches the mcu

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I think Scott McCall and Jackson Whittemore are more alike than either of them would ever willingly admit out loud. You can see in Scott the need to be a part of the popular crowd, the need to be better, superior, and more important than everyone else. The only difference between them is that Jackson is a decent friend, naturally talented, and didn’t need a werewolf upgrade or to cheat his way into first line to become popular

I mean, Jackson isn’t naturally talented. That was why I liked him actually (and by like I mean, not hate, because he was still a total dickhead). He didn’t have anything special that helped him get to the Co-Captain status, or Captain of the swim team. Not even ‘natural talent’. Jackson worked for what he got. He spent tons of time lifting weights outside of gym and studying lacrosse videos to learn strategies, giving himself insane standards when he practiced lacrosse like trying to hit an itty bitty paint can with the ball. He did a ton of swim practice outside of normal swim too. He put in the work, and he got the results. That’s all canon. We have explicit scenes of him doing those things to get better at what he’s doing. That’s why his parents say he’s so hard on himself. He pushes so hard to be seen and to feel worthy. To keep the tenuous grip he has on worthiness by staying popular. The rest of the time, he fakes it till’ he makes it. We use that phrase so often, but fail to realize that’s exactly what Jackson was doing the entire time. Yeah, he was an asshole about it, but the main thing that people didn’t like about Jackson was his Overconfidence. “I’m everyone’s type.” “Only with actual competition.” And that overconfidence managed to both be Entirely justified -- because Jackson was the best at what he did. He was insanely good at bowling and lacrosse and swimming -- and also a Complete front. We know Jackson doesn’t actually feel like he’s the best, he doesn’t feel successful. He’s terrified all the time.

If we take Lydia and Jackson’s relationship at face value, the way it’s shown in the show? Lydia didn’t fucking help with his issues at all. She constantly made him feel insecure by cheering for other people (and yeah, cheering for other people isn’t inherently cheating or bad, but she specifically did it to upset him, as a warning that someone was getting close to his level)  and by insinuating that he could never ‘go pro’ unless he sunk to taking steroids before the game. By pushing and pushing him in an extremely unhealthy way, and then treating him like a toy when he tried to actually interact with her on her level. She always made out with him like aggressively and the one time he seems to have been the one instigating it (at Lydia’s party in the first episode) she stares at another guy and completely ignores him.

Anyway. What I’m saying is that Jackson is a severely insecure person, who works his ass off to try and stop feeling so insecure, and it makes him Very Talented, even if it doesn’t make him feel better.

That was part of what made his desperation for the bite So Upsetting to watch. When you actually look at it, you can see that to Jackson, the bite is his last chance. The bite is the next and last possible step in him becoming the thing he keeps forcing himself to try to reach. All of his work, and Scott McCall can outdo him in Seconds because he got the bite. Jackson needs the bite to feel like a fucking Person worthy of any kind of affection. You’re telling me he figured out Scott was a werewolf, but he couldn’t figure out that Lydia cheated on him? What the hell do you think that did to him?

Even though Jackson has never tried to take shortcuts in sports, except when openly pressured to by Lydia (and we never actually get told he got that extra shot before the game, so maybe not even then), and suddenly he wants the biggest shortcut in the world. He wants the bite, and he’ll do anything to get it. The kind of fear and anxiety and low self-esteem that must’ve fueled his decision doesn’t negate the horrible things he did, but it does make it a lot harder to hate his guts. He was exactly the same as Erica, Isaac, and Boyd. He was a perfect choice for Derek to give the bite to. Someone who needed what it would give him.

We see when he goes to Peter, drunk and desperate and sad, he doesn’t just want the bite. He wants to be ‘one of you.’ He wants pack and security, and a family he got to choose.

Then he helps kill Peter, not knowing that Derek would take the Alpha spark. As far as he knew, he was destroying any chance at being a werewolf, but it was worth it to stop a killer. To Stop the person who attacked Lydia. To Stop the person who murdered Derek’s family (did you see his face when Stiles told Chris he knew about the fire? Jackson was horrified). He did that Selflessly.

And then Derek became the Alpha and Jackson saw his chance, but he knew he’d already fucked up by pissing Derek off in a dozen ways, so he goes back to him riled up and claims what he is “owed” because he thinks it’s more likely to work than falling to his knees and just begging.

I don’t personally think that Scott and Jackson are at all alike. One of them wanted to be popular for popularity’s sake. The other was driven by fear, anxiety, and insecurity to be popular because it was the only way he could feel validated in being human. One of them was nice to everyone but the people closest to them, the other was nice to only the people closest to them. When push came to shove, One of them disregarded any kind of empathy for the people around them to demand they get what they wanted regardless of the lives that were at stake, and the other gave up his one chance at feeling worthy to stop a monster.

Jackson is a complete asshole, and I’d still pick him over Scott.

#personal #meta ramblings #rant #jackson whittemore #anti-Scott McCall #Love you anon-sorry I got so ranty #apparently i have jackson feels for some reason #Anonymous #go for it

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COOPS AND TEDDY PT. III

Part II

This time, some itty bitty baby headcanons... which I think is largely what I'll write in ficlets. I just love babies.

They time it so that Teddy would be born in June, July, or August. That way they could spend as much time with him as a newborn as possible. They had planned on missing a few pre-season games if he were born later in the summer, but they lucked out, and Theodore Rigel Lupin-Black was born on June 12, 2023. (6/12 👀)

Sirius is the first one to hold him at the hospital, Remus in front of him, with a hand on their son's head, and the spend like ten minutes just like that, looking down at him in wonder.

That's walks Hope Lupin sees when she walks into the room a few minute later. She takes a picture, and it hangs in Teddy's nursery.

As is tradition the entire Gryffindor Lions team squeezes into the hospital room to see little baby Teddy.

Remus nearly breaks down in tears when he gets to hold his son for the first time. It's when they're doing skin to skin, and Theodore is just sleeping against his chest, and Remus is just overwhelmed with happiness.

Sirius actually cries when he does skin to skin with Teddy. Then Remus starts crying too.

Hope is the first to hold Teddy after his dads finally hand him over, followed by Jules.

There's a really cute picture of 13-year-old Julian Lupin with a boppy pillow on his lap, Teddy laying in his arms.

Then, after nearly an hour of whiney begging, James gets to hold him.

This is when Harry meets Teddy for the first time.

Eventually Dumo gets his turn to him, with Katie Dumais looking at the baby over her dad's shoulder. She starts calling Teddy her "new baby."

When they take Teddy home, his nursery has a fantasy, knights and dragons theme, but he doesn't sleep there until he's about three months old, when hockey season starts up again.

Instead Teddy sleeps in a bassinet in his parents room, where they can keep an eye on him at night.

And boy oh boy, are they glad they had him in the off-season, because they barely get any sleep.

Remus's main strategy for getting Teddy to sleep is rocking him in the rocking chair and singing to him. Sirius hadn't know Remus was good at singing until they had their son.

(Their house is always filled with singing from then on. Sirius isn't a particularly good singer, but he likes to sing, and he doesn't care if Remus thinks he sounds bad. Remus does indeed think he sounds bad, but most of the time he doesn't care. Teddy takes after Remus in the matter that he can sing, but isn't super open about it.)

Sirius likes to talk through hockey plays in a soft voice when actively trying to get Teddy to go to sleep, swaying and pacing. Teddy just likes to hear his voice, and Sirius claims it helps him with his captain-ing.

Remus is the worrier. He's always worried about Teddy, checking up on him, always asking "when was he last fed?" "Does he need a diaper change?" And constantly thinks he hears Teddy crying even when he's not.

Sirius is more laid back, he still has worries - of course he does - but he's the one who is constantly assuring Remus about Teddy's safety and comfort.

Sirius is more worried about Teddy's development, and wether or not Sirius will be a good father for him.

Teddy always cries when Sirius has to leave the room. He has a more secure attachment to Remus - with him he seems more assured Remus will come back. But he wants to be with Sirius all the time. (It's not that he doesn't like Remus or doesn't trust Sirius to come back - babies just tend to have a favorite parent in my experience.)

They don't get to go on vacation that summer, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

Next Time: Baby/Toddler Teddy is the Lions biggest fan. And the Lions are Teddy's biggest fan.

#sweater weather drabbles #sweater weather fic #sweater weather: lumosinlove #sweather weather by lumosinlove #sweater weather #now playing: sweater weather #sirius (cap) #trope: sirius and remus raise teddy #sirius black #remus (loops) #remus lupin #teddy lupin #hope lupin #julian lupin #pascal dumais #katie dumais #james potter #lily evans potter #lily evans #coops #wolfstar

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My Haikyuu Ships pt. 2

A/N: This is the continuation of my Haikyuu ships and the reason I ship them. 

Warning(s): cursing, somehow these kind of turned into small relationship headcanons for some of them, not proofread, looooong

Word Count: 2,373

Part 1 Part 3

Yaku x Lev

Honestly, the height different is a big deal for me. So fucking cute, like...just what? Plus, Yaku is a grumpy smol and Lev is a happy toll and I just-

But Yaku is grumpy chaotic and Lev is puppy [and a little oblivious] chaotic and them together is just adorable chaotic. Lev irritates Yaku so much in the beginning [which, like, understandable; Lev’s a cocky idiot], but manages to learn how to deal with him. Develops an exasperated fondness for the giant. Lev learns how to control himself a little because of Yaku [this is partly because now Lev has a singular target for his mischief]. They’re just so cute and Yaku is so done [was highkey mad at himself when he caught feelings]. Lev was definitely to type to fall in love at first sight. 

Suga x Oikawa

Okay, Okay, so like I don’t know how this one started for me. But I love them, okay? They don’t like each other at first because they’re rivals, not just because they’re on different teams but because they’re both setters. But then Oikawa also thinks Suga is unfairly pretty [who doesn’t?] and Suga returns the sentiment [the level of pretty in this relationship should be illegal; it has reached critical mass]. And then Oikawa finds that Suga is an instigating little gremlin who physically abuses people as a form of affection. And Suga finds that Oikawa is super dedicated and a literal perfect director when it comes to people [he can literally make anyone sing any tune he wants with his smile]. So, these two get along like a house on fire. Two manipulative meanies. They get into so much mischief together [Iwaizumi swears he’s going to kill them or himself]. But they also are just really soft. Like, Oikawa will burrow himself into Suga’s side no matter where there are or what position they’re in [clingy baby]. And Suga will bury his hands in Oikawa’s sweater whenever they’re cold [loves the way Oikawa will shriek if he touches his skin with his cold hands]. They leave sticky notes in each other’s bags or random places for the other to find [eventually] with little compliments or things on them. Just, they’re conniving, adorable bastards and I hate them. 

Terushima x Daichi

This is another one where I don’t know where the fuck it came from. I’m not even sure I have a reason behind this other than Terushima being a smug asshole and Daichi having none of it. Terushima is a ball of reckless energy and he doesn’t take anything seriously despite being ridiculously intelligent [boy is in Class 7]. And Daichi, bless his soul, is a dad. All he does is take shit seriously and chorale reckless idiots onto the right path. So, when they get together, Terushima ensures that Daichi lets loose and doesn’t forget to take care of himself [by making sure he’s not too stressed or overworking himself]. And Daichi is, like, all of Terushima’s impulse control. Honestly the only reason Terushima doesn’t die. So, they keep each other on track and make sure that each is happy and doing their best. Just a very chill, well-balanced couple. 

Ushijima x Tendou

These are both my babies and I cannot with them. Their cuteness hurts me. Ushijima is so stoic and so single-mindedly dedicated to the things that matter to him and the list of things that matter to him is short: volleyball, his family, and Tendou. That’s it. Man is legit just completely dedicated to Tendou, no questions asked, would help him bury a body. But he sucks at communication and showing his emotions. And that’s never been a problem with Tendou. Tendou never got tired of talking to him, never stopped trying to include him, was never bothered by how little Ushijima talked and Ushijima literally loves this man so much. And Tendou, my adorable little baby, was so lonely and so insecure. He expected everyone to judge him for his appearance or to leave him because he’s annoying or a freak. But Ushijima literally does not care about Tendou’s looks not being conventional; he thinks he’s attractive all the same and has no problem telling Tendou this. And Ushijima has made a sustained effort to interact with Tendou’s interests because he knows it makes Tendou happy [Tendou talks to him about his interests, so Ushijima makes sure he knows all of them so these conversations can happen]. Just, they’re so perfect, I can’t.

Tendou x Semi

Big, energetic Tendou with grumpy, stoic Semi. Gives me life. Semi acts irritated with Tendou’s antics, but he loves them, really. And Tendou knows it, too. Teasing little shit; Semi never gets a break. Tendou helps Semi whenever he’s feeling down because he’s not doing as well as he hoped [Semi wants to be the best but being the best is hard]. And Semi helps Tendou remember that opinions don’t matter; that he likes Tendou for all those weird, annoying qualities Tendou sometimes hates. They’re very sweet and, surprisingly, Semi is the one that initiates most serious physical contact [he initiates their first kiss, their first real hug, their first cuddle session, their first time, all of it] because Tendou wants to make sure that everything is going at Semi’s pace since Semi isn’t as comfortable with touch or intimacy. A very sweet, yet playful couple. 

Shirabu x Goshiki

The small, itty-bitty amount of information I’ve been given about these boys is criminal. But I’ve seen enough to ship this. Goshiki is overzealous and a people pleaser; he just wants to be good enough to be great. One of the ones that wants to prove himself more than anything else. Praise is received extremely well. Shirabu, on the other hand, wants the opposite. He doesn’t want to be the best, he doesn’t want to be the one everyone relies on. He wants to be more of an invisible support beam, a minor cog in an overall grand and powerful machine. He’s not very forthcoming with his emotion, unless that emotion is annoyance or disdain. Goshiki tries to be cool, but can’t really keep his emotions in check very well. So, they, as a couple, play a kind of tug-of-war. Goshiki constantly pulls for more and Shirabu constantly pulls for less, which keeps the two of them balanced, putting out just enough that they’re constantly improving, just in subtle ways instead of grandiose ones. Shirabu tries to pretend he’s not a softie, but he is [only for Goshiki, though, who basks in the little moments Shirabu lets him have of uninhabited affection, whose rarity makes them worth the world to Goshiki]. 

Nishinoya x Tsukishima

This one came about because of the lowkey abusive relationship Noya has with Tsukishima. Noya is like 5′2 and Tsukki is like a whole foot taller. Yet Noya can and will stand up to Tsukki and let him know when he’s being an ass, physical methods used as necessary [most of this is limited to hitting his side or messing with his glasses if Tsukki’s face is within reach]. Noya will also mock Tsukki, playfully, and reminds him of his age, which is good for Tsukki because he’s chronically withering inside his little tsundre shell. Noya is also highkey really supportive. Whenever Tsukki does something good, no matter how subtle it is, Noya is there to give him recognition for it, which, again, reminds Tsukki that he can be nicer and that Noya can see him even when he’s trying to hide. And Noya has fun with Tsukki because he keeps him on his toes; they have a fun relationship built of just the right amount of trust and ‘lets remember to have fun’.

Daichi x Kuroo

My captain babes. Daichi and Kuroo both have very forthcoming personalities. But Kuroo is much better at remembering that it’s important he acts goofy and stupid sometimes because he’s a student, a kid, and carry a lot of stress. Daichi isn’t so good at this. He’s gotten so used to dealing with reckless children that need him to be a serious iron fist that he’s forgotten that he needs to let go sometimes and that that’s okay. Kuroo helps him remember this. And their relationship is built around understanding. When one needs help or a little space to deal with their serious stuff, the other is right there to be the pillar they need. If they need to goof around and forget a little, they’re there and prepped with hot chocolate and bad trivia games that Daichi sucks at. When they’re both stressed under piles of work, they never forget the other. They’ll sit next to each other at the table, on the bed, on the couch, the floor, with their legs or their shoulders or their feet lightly touching, just as a reminder that they’re there. If one falls asleep, the other will save their work and haul them to bed because sleeping slumped over isn’t any good. Out of my ships, this is definitely one of the best, in terms of matching and functionality as a serious couple. 

Kuroo x Bokuto

They’re relationship isn’t as serious. Bokuto is a refugee for Kuroo, a place where he can unapologetically turn his brain off. He doesn’t have to be a captain or responsible or the top of his class. He can just be Kuroo and Bokuto has fun with him. They go on adventures and play volleyball together, experimenting with new moves or ideas all the time. Definitely the couple that would regularly go to the amusement park or the fair. Kuroo gives Bokuto his undivided attention whenever they’re together and spoils the hell out of him and Bokuto’s mood swings don’t bother him, he knows what to do. Boys are very committed to each other; they can’t imagine ever not being together because their relationship is just so fun and comfortable. It’s safe and loving, without a doubt, because they are, first and foremost, best friends. 

Yaku x Kuroo

Hated each other at first because their middle school teams were rivals. And Yaku’s a grumpy little gremlin that can be a little too serious sometimes. But that’s just until he relaxes. Once he’s comfortable with people, he gets a lot less serious and just a little less grumpy [he’s an angry smol and my mind cannot be changed]. But he loves Kuroo. Can’t help snorting at Kuroo’s god awful chemistry pickup lines; they’re just that bad. He loves them, though. And he can throw them right back. They have chemistry and physics debates all the time, often while doing something completely non-serious, like Twister or that headband game. Kenma can’t stand being around them because they throw insults at each other like they’re compliments, loving voices and touches and all. Kuroo is always touching Yaku, will literally reach for him completely subconsciously, a fact Yaku mocks him ruthlessly for despite that fact that he always adjusts himself to fit the contact better [because he’s just as clingy as Kuroo, just not as openly]. Sickeningly cute behind closed doors, only mildly affectionate in public. 

Oikawa x Kuroo

A couple that met later in life. I ship them as college students, to be honest. But they would be cute. Kuroo is goofy and a science nerd; Oikawa would alien talk him into a stupor. Iwaizumi is just glad he is no longer the sole participant in Oikawa’s space conversations. These two would casually come up with plans to demolish their opponent’s spirit and have fun doing it. Plot murder together on a regular Tuesday night. Would definitely be able to calm the other down when they began to take shit too far. 

Ushijima x Oikawa

[Can y’all tell I’m a whore for the enemies to lovers trope?]

Ushijima is a huge ball of attractive stoic that doesn’t know how to properly act on his feelings. Has always admired Oikawa as a setter [legit has crushed on this boy since the first time they plated a game together in middle school and Oikawa vowed to beat him]. Ushijima has no problem telling Oikawa how much he admires his playing, his skill, and his determination to win no matter what. Oikawa had no idea in high school that Ushijima’s interactions with him were Ushijima’s way of showing he liked him. He saw it as antagonization because Ushijima thought he was better [Ushijima thought they would have been their best together]. His growing feelings for Ushijima forced Oikawa to face some of his own securities and grow as a person. Had to go through almost an entire identity crisis when he realized he was in love with Ushijima of all people. Iwaizumi wanted to throw his entire phone away Oikawa called him to whine so much. And Oikawa’s lack of understanding Ushijima’s advances forced Ushijima to become more adept at reading others and expressing his own feelings in a concise, clear way. 

Kenma x Yamamoto

This is my favorite Kenma ship and one of my favorite overall ships. Let me tell you why. I did not ship them until season 4 because I didn’t know much about their relationship until then. But Tora and Kenma are another set that didn’t get along at first. Their personalities makes them natural antagonists to the other. Yamamoto is a try hard and always gives 120% in everything he does. Kenma is the type to give a very efficient 70%, meaning that he finds the best ways to get the same results 100% would have gotten, just without as much work put into it. And they have such a grudging respect for the other at first, once they begin to come to terms with the other. That respect grows and becomes the foundation for their relationship. They know that the other is going to do their job and they’re going to do it well. They have complete faith in the other and when they work together, their personalities become magnified. Kenma relies on Tora to be forthcoming and Tora expects Kenma to find the best way to do things. They just, they’re perfect, and I love them. Please, why is there so little content for this ship?

On that note, Imma end this. There will probably most definitely be a part 3 to this because I don’t have free time, but that’s never stopped me. 

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