i think there should be a 'captain' in there somewhere

So what do the actors think Emma and Killian’s “dream honeymoon” would be? “Five minutes alone probably,” O'Donoghue chuckled.

“Yeah, exactly!” Morrison smiled. “Just somewhere with a door locked. I think just a couple bottles of wine and some french fries and a bath, maybe?”

“Oh really, what else?” O'Donoghue pressed.

“I don’t know!” she answered playfully. “I just feel like it should be really relaxing because their lives are very stressful because they’re always trying to save people and I feel like a romantic bath might be nice.”

“Well, there you go!” O'Donoghue said as he and Morrison burst into laughter.

— 

Jen & Colin talk Honeymoon in Leanne’s ETonline interview

Give me all the honeymoon bath fics now!!

multi-villain-imagines  asked:

I would absolutely love some Leonard Snart x Reader. Would you consider writing one? With the sentence starter: "I just wanna help you relax" With a little bit of flirting and sexual suggestions.? And smut if you feel like it 😉

So here is my first attempt at a Leonard Snart thingy. I was trying to try to keep it more in character for him, not sure how well I did with that aspect. It’s a little fluffy, I ended up leaving it open to the imagination on what happens next, smut no doubt. But I hope you like it, if not I’ll be happy to try again. (I stuck the sentence elsewhere in the story with minor tweaking.)



Relaxing Visit

          “What are you doing?” Snart asked as he watched you remove his shoes. You stood up and carried them over to the closet and dropped them in the basket. Everyone knows to put their shoes there, even Mick. Snart just chooses to ignore it.

          “You know the rules of my house, Lenny.”

          “Leonard.”

          “I know your name.” You came back with two opened bottles of beer.

          “Yet, you continue to call me Lenny.” He frowned as he accepted the bottle. “Is your fridge broken? It’s warm.”  

           “It isn’t broken, I just got home an hour before you called, it didn’t have enough time to chill is all. I would have stuck them in the freezer, but the last time I did that you were a no show. And I fell asleep, I’m still finding shards of glass in my freezer, Lenny.”

           “I apologized for that.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay I sent my apologies with Mick.”

           “Yeah, Mickey was real smooth with your apologies.”

           “Maybe if you called people by their actual names they’d be more pleasant.” Snart snarked at you before sipping his beer.

           “Oh, he was very pleasant. Very friendly. And a little handsy.” You kept your face neutral.

           “I thought he wasn’t your type.” You weren’t sure but you thought you detected a hint of annoyance in his tone, it was too much to hope it was jealousy.

           “I can’t help it if he finds me attractive, at least someone notices me.” You noticed his grip on the beer had tightened.

           “(y/n), I don’t come here to listen to you go on about your dalliances with my partner.” Snart put his beer down, you could hear the annoyance in his tone now.

           “Then why do you come over, Lenny? I know it isn’t to just track dirt all over my pretty rugs.” Snart would never say why he was coming over, just that he was and you never really pressed for a response to the question, he always ignored it at any rate.

           “Maybe, I like coming here to relax.” He sighed. You put down your beer and stood up, “What are you doing, now?” His eyes followed you as you moved closer to him. You sat down in his lap dangling your legs over the arm of the chair, Snart slid an arm behind your back. You nuzzled into his neck. You felt him tense up as you kissed his neck. “Why are you doing that?” You smiled because he wasn’t asking you to stop.

           “Maybe, I just want to help you relax.”

           “It isn’t exactly helping me relax, (y/n).” He brought his free hand over to brush some hair off your face. “Is this how you help, Mick relax?” That smug little smile of his softened his features just a bit, he knew you were pulling his leg about Mick.

           “We both know he isn’t my type, Len–” Snart cut you off with a kiss. It started out soft, but then he bit your lip softly and you parted your lips slightly, giving Snart the invitation he wanted. His fingers sliding through your hair. Pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

         Finally breaking the kiss so you could both catch your breath, Snart ran his thumb along your jaw. “I think we’ve dragged out this game long enough, don’t you, kitten?”  You nodded, “Should we move to somewhere more…” He glanced in the direction of your bedroom, “Relaxing?”

The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”


Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.


Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 


Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.


Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.



Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

The Virus (Extended)

I wrote this again because I believed I could expand the story and see how it go.

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

SOMEONE MAKE JEN A WRITER FOR THE SHOW. SHE KNOWS WHAT WE WANT

“Yeah, exactly!” Morrison smiled. “Just somewhere with a door locked. I think just a couple bottles of wine and some french fries and a bath, maybe?”

“Oh really, what else?” O'Donoghue pressed.

“I don’t know!” she answered playfully. “I just feel like it should be really relaxing because their lives are very stressful because they’re always trying to save people and I feel like a romantic bath might be nice.”

The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

eaglescoutrogerjones  asked:

For the drabble based on that sneak peek: Charming Jones family + fluff + wedding planning. I need more of that.

“Here?!” 

“And what’s wrong with here?”

“We’re having a wedding, David, not a neighbourhood watch meeting.”

Henry grimaced at his grandparents’ voices echoing through the town hall. Emma and Killian stood beside him, far too wrapped up in gazing dreamily at each other as they held each other as close as publicly allowed.

“Mom.” Both spun to acknowledge the teen, suddenly remembering where they were. “You know you could stop all of this by just eloping, right?”

“Not a bad idea, lad.” Killian considered before turning back to Emma. “We could head home and pack a bag.”

“Sail to New York” she suggested.

“Find us one of those fancy hotels.” he teased.

“One with a hot tub and room service” she teased as her fingers walked along his jacket lapel.

Their noses bumped as they grinned at each other. Henry rolled his eyes and pulled out his cell phone, hoping to get lost in a game.

“I can’t believe you just suggested that.”

The booming voices of Snow and David ripped through their romantic haze once again.

“It’s an appropriate venue!”

“Appropriate?! That place is owned by Gold! How do you think that would make Hook feel?!”

“Well i’m sorry, David! Show me somewhere in this town that isn’t owned by Rumplestiltskin. And it’s not like I suggested he be at the actual event!”

“Perhaps someone should intervene before they burst a blood vessel.” Killian suggested.

Both turned to look expectantly at Henry.

“Hey, i’m not the one getting married, don’t look at me. Besides, you guys were the ones that wanted their sleeping curse lifted.”

“Henry!”

The boy shrugged.

“I’m just saying. This could have gone a lot smoother if you’d just waited until after the wedding to wake them.”

MUSICAL LOVE SONGS FOR EACH TYPE

ISTJ: “All I Ask of You”

Character: Raoul de Chagny, The Phantom of the Opera

No more talk of darkness/forget these wide-eyed fears/I’m here, nothing can harm you/my words will warm and calm you

ISTP: “I’ll Cover You”

Character: Tom Collins, Rent

I think they meant it/When they said you can’t buy love/Now I know you can rent it/A new lease you are my love/On life, be my life

ESTP: Singing in the Rain”

Character: Don Lockwood, Singin’ in the Rain

I’m singin in the rain, just singin in the rain/what a glorious feeling I’m happy again/Come on with the rain, I’ve a smile on my face

ESTJ: “Something Good”

Character: Captain Von Trapp

Here you are, standing there, loving me/whether or not you should/so somewhere in my youth/or childhood/I must have done something good

ISFJ: “Hopelessly Devoted to You” 

Character: Sandy Olsson, Grease

But now, there’s nowhere to hide/since you pushed my love aside/I’m out of my head/hopelessly devoted to you/hopelessly devoted to you

ISFP: “Heaven’s Light”

Character: Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

So many times out there/I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night/They had a kind of glow around them/It almost looked like heaven’s light

ESFP: “On the Street Where you Live”

Character: Freddy Eynsford Hill, My Fair Lady

I have often walked down this street before/but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before/all at once am I several stories high/knowing I’m on the street where you live

ESFJ: “I See the Light”

Character: Rapunzel, Tangled

And at last I see the light/and it’s like the fog has lifted/and at last I see the light/and it’s like the sky is new/And it’s warm and real and bright

INFJ: “Under Your Spell”

Character: Tara Maclay, Once More with Feeling

I saw a world enchanted/spirits and charms in the air/I always took for granted/I was the only one there/But your power shone, brighter than any I’d known

INFP: “A Heart Full of Love”

Characters: Marius and Cosette, Les Miserables

A heart full of love/a heart full of song/I’m doing everything all wrong/oh god, for shame, I do not even know your name

ENFP: “Part Of Your World”

Character: Ariel, The Little Mermaid

I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I know something’s starting right now/Out of the sea, wish I could be/part of your world

ENFJ: “Satisfied”

Character: Angelica Schuyler, Hamilton

And I know/she’ll be happy as his bride/and I know/he will never be satisfied, I will never be satisfied

INTJ: “As Long as You’re Mine”

Character: Elphaba, Wicked

My wildest dreams could not foresee/lying beside you/with you wanting me/and just for this moment/as long as you’re mine/I’ve lost all resistance and crossed some borderline

INTP: “Something There” 

Character: Belle, Beauty and the Beast

New, and a bit alarming/who’d have ever thought that this could be?/True, that he’s no prince charming/but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see

ENTP: “People” 

Character: Fanny Bryce, Funny Girl

People, People who need people/are the luckiest people in the world/we’re just children, needing other children/and yet letting our grown-up pride/hide all that need inside

ENTJ: “You Must Love Me”

Character: Eva Peron, Evita

Deep in my heart I’m concealing/things that I’m longing today/Scared to approach what I’m feeling/frightened you’ll slip away

Imagine sitting next to Chris on a flight to New York.

You slung your bag over your shoulder as you strolled through the air-bridge along with your fellow passengers headed for New York City. You were finally headed home after spending the last two weeks in and around Rome; it was meant to be a holiday but somehow you let work get in your way. You were a huge fan of Italian cuisine and couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some research for your restaurant. You were a lot like your father in that manner, you were always more than willing to work yourself to the core if it meant improving in the kitchen. How did people think you ended up with the title of ‘New York’s Finest Chef’? There was a plus side to your exhaustion, you were promised sleep the entire flight home.

You passed your first-class ticket to the stewardess and upon looking at your seat number, she grinned. “Aren’t you lucky?” She commented, much to your confusion. “On the right.” She directed you to your seat with a gesture of her hand.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as she passed your ticket back to you. You shook your head with pressed lips then glanced at your ticket as you made your way down the aisle, scanning for your allocated seat.

5A.

You found your seat by the window, in the seat next to you was a very well-built man in a tight blue Henley shirt. Even though you couldn’t properly see his face because he was hiding it behind a black cap and a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses, it was obvious he was very good looking man from what you could see.

“Hi, um- sorry, excuse me.” You addressed the man and he looked up at you, his face prompting continuation. “I just need to get to my seat,” you told him and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, right.” He spoke and you found his voice oddly familiar. “Uh- sorry.” He chuckled softly then smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth before getting to his feet. “After you.” He stepped into the aisle so you could get through to your seat.

You sat down and got settled then watched as he did the same. He looked incredibly familiar and you didn’t know why. If only he’d just take off those damn sunglasses so you could get a glimpse of his face and figure out where you’d seen him because- you were about ninety percent sure you knew him from somewhere. You wondered if you had been of service to him before. It was possible, your restaurant had catered many A-List parties as well as served quite a number of the rich and famous. You wanted to ask but he didn’t seem to recognize you so you left it, fearing the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself.

“Thanks,” you turned to him with a smile. “And don’t worry about standing up again, I’m most likely going to sleep through the entire flight anyway.” You told him as you pulled out your iPhone and headset from you bag before shoving it back under the seat in front of you.

“Here I was thinking I had a companion to chat with.” He joked then chuckled lightly and you felt yourself doing the same. “Are you in Rome for work?” He quizzed and you nodded. “Same here. Are you headed home?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “How about you?”

“Not quite,” he shook his head. “I’m an American, obviously, but um- I’m not from New York. I’m just there for a week for a few more press tours before I’m allowed back to Boston to see my family. Let’s just say that it has been a loooong six months for me,” he stated it out dramatically then laughed when you did.

You turned and looked out window, thinking about what he had just said and replayed it in your head. You picked out a few words and phrases that stuck out for you; 'New York’, 'press tours’, 'Boston to see my family’, and 'loooong six months’. It kind of reminded you of the interview your favorite actor, Chris Evans did a couple days ago. Your body stiffened in your seat and you turned back to the man sat next to you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was too busy reading something on his phone to realize you were gawking at him. The longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how much he looked like Chris Evans; you’d seen enough pictures of him to recognize that magnificent jawline, even when it was hidden behind his beard.

“Captain America?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He laughed softly and though you were embarrassed, it did tell you that you were sitting next to Chris Evans. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, feeling your hands sweat.

“Shhh.” He pressed his index finger to his lips and you immediately did as he asked. “You don’t want me to share my attention with other fan girls, do you?” He teased and a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I’m Chris Evans, but I’m sure you already know that.” You nodded, your lips still slightly parted. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered and he whipped off his sunglasses, his eyes wide and his lips parted; he looked about as stunned as you were. “What?” You asked nervously. “Is there something on my face?” You asked then consciously touched your face.

“You’re not that young chef that owns that restaurant Clover, are you?” He asked and you chuckled in amazement that he’d heard of you. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed, drawing slight attention. “I love Clover! Seb introduced me and now I eat there every time I’m in New York. Seb’s in-love with you by the way, he is going to freak out when he hears that I met you.”

“Bucky Barnes likes my food?” You found yourself giggling like a school girl, drawing laughter from Chris. “Oh my God, this is insane! I can’t believe you know who I am,” you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re Captain freaking America.”

“And you’re Y/N freaking Y/L/N!” He exclaimed then laughed. “What’s your secret, how did you become such a good chef?” He asked then spoke again before you could answer. “And how the hell did you manage to remain smoking hot?” Your cheeks flushed and you bit back your smile. “I’d been ten times my current size if I can cook as well as you.”

“Passion and a lot of exercise,” you answered with a light chuckle. “You should know, you work about as hard as I do. Speaking of your work, you did a great job on The Civil War. Everyone was fantastic but you, Captain, were my favorite,” you admitted and he smiled with lightly tinted cheeks. “I particularly enjoyed the helicopter scene.”

“Of course you did.” He laughed and grabbed his left boob; a signature move. “Well, color me honored and incredibly lucky to be sitting next to you.” You chuckled. “I promise I won’t be too much of a bother, as soon as the plane takes off- I’ll let you sleep.”

“Sleep when I’m sitting next to you?” You laughed and you saw his smile widen. “My brother would murder me if he heard I had pass up an opportunity to get all the dirt from Captain America himself, and I’d murder myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned teasingly. “What would I do for food when I’m in New York?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed. “Tell you what, since you’re giving up sleep for me. How about I take you to dinner, somewhere you don’t have to do anything but relax?”

Did he just ask you out on a date?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that,” you told him.

You were very much single, you just thought it’d be fun to make him work for it a little. Of course you were going to say yes, single or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Chris Evans, otherwise known as Captain America. If you were in a relationship, your boyfriend should have understood how great that opportunity was and allowed for it to happen. If he didn’t then well- you clearly chose wrongly.

“Oh um-” Chris winced. “I am so sorry, I thought- um- don’t- yeah,” he rambled and you suppressed your urge to laugh. “You tell your boyfriend he is a very lucky man,” he finally got out an coherent sentence.

“I will when I meet him,” you giggled and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I’m single, Cap. I was just teasing you,” you told him then laughed when he did. “That was cute, you were very flustered.”

“Is that a yes to dinner then?”

“Mm hm.” You nodded and held your hand out for his phone, he passed it to you without hesitation. “But a no to not cooking.” You started to key in your number. “I just got back from a research trip, I’ve got a lot of ideas, and I could use a guinea pig,” you explained and he chuckled softly. “My number is in there, I’ll text you a time and date. Think you can handle a degustation menu?” You asked, holding out his phone for him to take.

“With you?” He smirked and purposely brushed your hand as he took his phone back. “Definitely.”


Here’s part 2 and part 3 enjoy.

So, some of us think Emma has been written OOC with this whole arc.

Some of us think her actions as portrayed were absolutely in character and to be expected from her, and she can’t be blamed for them.

Some think she was in character but should apologize in some way to Killian.

I have a read a lot of interpretations from various people, and I think they all do have a valid point somewhere. Bottom line: I don’t see that one interpretation is better than the other, or that to think - or not think - a certain way is blatantly wrong.

Maybe, if we all could consider that while discussing it? We’re all emotional about that topic, I think, but a little kindness… never hurts, right?

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Quinn is Army and not Navy?

Hello! So, I’m writing my mainverse fic for Nanowrimo and, let me tell you, I aaaagonized over this for literal weeks leading up to when I started writing. I even wrote an initial draft where he’s promoted from Commander to Captain and it just felt wrong.

There are a few reasons why I always think of Quinn as being Army rather than Navy. Though, I should specify this is my headcanon for Mara’s Quinn, not an objective truth about Quinn’s rank and branch of service. It should also be said that what understanding I have of the military is due to patient explanations from @inquisitorhotpants and a hell of a lot of googling, not personal experience - so I realize this is at least as much gut feeling as logic on my part.  

With those qualifyers, here’s my reasoning.

  1. His rank progression - Lieutenant > Captain > Major is “anything but Navy” rank progression, in the US at least.
  2. That he’s dumped into a dead-end landed garrison rather than a dead-end fleet position
  3. His skillset seems geared toward analysis and on-foot attack/infiltration rather than piloting ships of any size - he devises tactics for ground assualt on several occasions (which, if he were Navy would not really be part of his formal tactical education); tracking and eliminating Voloren, and infiltrating Ovech’s ship feels very Green Berets to me.
  4. Yes, he’s a “top-notch pilot”, but I feel like that’s a pretty widely-held skill in the swtor universe, by necessity. Moreover, the Fury-class ship is basically mass-produced for Sith use, so it’s not too big a stretch to think its operation is a core competency at every military academy in the Empire.

There are perfectly logical counter arguments to all of those points - Bioware knows shit about the military and so they used the wrong rank structure; Quinn’s exile to Balmorra is extra punishment because he’s a grounded pilot; we only see Quinn plan land battles because game mechanics force the issue; Navy SEALs are also infiltration specialists, so my comment re: Green Berets is definitely gut feeling and not hard fact; his medic skills feel very Navy, I feel like I read somewhere that there are generally more Navy officer medics than Army officer medics, though I may be misremembering.

The major problem with the Army rank structure (frankly, with Quinn’s background in general) is that it means the Imperial military ignores the concept of time in grade, which… makes no sense if you want a military made up of like a quadrillion people to function in such a way that it could win a 30-year war against the Republic. And assuming Quinn was demoted to Lieutenant when he was court martialed, he’d be waaaaaayyy past time in grade by the time the warrior shows up.

I got around that by deciding Quinn was demoted two grades, from Captain to 2nd Lieutenant, after Druckenwell, spent max time in grade at 2LT and was promoted to 1st Lieutenant, and is nearing the end of time in grade when Mara lands on Balmorra.  

TL;DR: There are strong arguments for either Army or Navy, and indeed I THINK canon sources somewhere say he’s a Navy officer.

But Mara’s Quinn just *feels* like an Army officer to me (whatever that means, lol), and so I have written accordingly.

The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

Staff Meeting

(So….I am working on a prompt from the lovely @jhelenoftrek but this little thing came out first. Namely because I often sit through staff meetings wanting to eat my own arm. I’m sure that staff meetings in the 24th century won’t be any better!)

Staff meeting

Janeway stretched her neck left to right, tugging out the tension that threatened to evolve into a blinding headache.

Tuvok droned on. And on. And on. In fact he’d droned on for at least 20 minutes and it seemed unlikely he would end any time soon.

Silently, she cursed her own organisational skills for planning in regular staff meetings and always adding an AOB section to the agenda.

It had always seemed such a good idea to ask other staff members to input their thoughts at the end of the meeting and, to be honest, it had always worked well. Until now.

Tuvok ALWAYS had an AOB, one guaranteed to take up at least half an hour and with the ability to suck the life out of your body and leave you wanting to stab yourself in the eye with sharpened Leola root.

Currently, Tuvok was discussing the finer points of an upcoming training session for lower deck staff. Everything had to be planned to the nth degree, timings, grades, previous results…blah, blah, blah!

Janeway looked around the table of her senior staff. B'Elanna appeared to be currently planning a slow and painful death for Tuvok, her eyes were narrowed and if looks could kill, Tuvok would be dead by now.

Tom was asleep. Openly asleep. Head back, mouth open asleep. Janeway stifled a snort and stared at the table in order to hide her amusement.

Harry, (bless him), was attempting to look engaged in the topic. He was trying to keep his eyes on Tuvok whilst trying forcing an expression of interest on his young features.

To her left, she felt Chakotay shift in his seat. She glanced at him and realised he was fiddling with something under the table. She turned her head and noticed he was playing a game on his PADD. Her eyes went wide at the sheer audacity and she was cross, more with herself for not thinking of that too.

She quickly typed out a message.

“If Tuvok sees you!”

He smirked as the message appeared on his screen and quickly tapped back, “I’m hoping he does see me. He might demand my demotion and then I won’t have to attend these anymore!”

Janeway almost laughed out loud as the message appeared on her screen.

She was about to message back when she heard Chakotay clear his throat, his foot knocking against hers to nudge her attention back to the room and she realised all eyes were on her.

“Are you well, Captain?” Tuvok asked, one eyebrow raised. Next to him, Tom snorted himself awake and quickly rubbed his eyes.

“Quite, quite! Erm, thank you, Mr Tuvok for that…..enlightening talk. Now, if there’s nothing else…?” She made to get out of her seat but…

“Actually, Captain, I have an AOB!” Neelix’s hand waved vigorously in the air.

An audible groan emitted from somewhere around the table. Probably B'Elanna. She watched as Tom settled back for another snooze.

“Can it not wait?” Janeway asked, hoping he would take the hint from the glare she was sending his way.

“I’m afraid not, I’d like to discuss the food wastage we’ve been having recently. I’m thinking we should start measuring how much we waste each week…”

Janeway sank back into her seat and sighed as Neelix started twittering away.

—–

“Three hours!” Chakotay laughed, handing Janeway a chilled glass of white wine and settling down onto the couch next to her. “That has to be a record! I thought you were going to kill someone!”

“The thought had crossed my mind. Believe me!” Janeway groaned, stretching her feet out on her couch, sipping her wine.

“I don’t know about you, but the thought of 70 years worth of staff meetings with Neelix and Tuvok makes me want to throw myself out of the nearest airlock.” Chakotay sipped his own wine, eyes sparkling and with his free hand manoeuvred Janeway’s feet onto his knee.

“Get in line Commander, I’m first!” Janeway laughed, enjoying the contact more than she was afraid to let on.

“This can’t go on. Tom was comatose. B'Elanna looked ready to eat her own arms and Harry….well that boy needs to get a grip and stop looking so interested.” Chakotay began to rub at Janeway’s left ankle.

“What can we do?” she asked. She wondered if she should be concerned by the intimate way she was sitting with her First Officer, but thinking about that was too hard and she wasn’t sure she’d like the answer so she pushed that to the back of her mind. Leaning against the back of her sofa, she took another sip of wine and rested her head against her arm.

“If only we could time a red alert during each meeting.” Chakotay mused.

Janeway thought for a moment, ideas racing about inside her mind. She sat upright and dazzled Chakotay with her most enchanting smile.

“Not a bad idea, Commander!” She clinked her glass with his, her eyes glinted as a new idea formed.

—-

The time for staff meeting was approaching. Janeway glanced about the bridge and watched as Ensign Rowlins took over from Tom. He glanced at her to see if she was following and she signalled for him to go on ahead.

Slipping down onto the lower deck, she sidled up to the young Ensign. Ensign Rowlins looked up and blanched white, wondering what she had done wrong.

“If….say in around an hour there should be an issue with the engines, please feel free to make me aware of those issues. Maybe don’t even call me, just make me aware.” Janeway whispered. She glanced back to make sure Tuvok was nowhere near her.

“Pardon Captain?” Rowlins looked at her as if she was speaking a different language and Janeway mused that the girl probably wasn’t far wrong.

“About an hour Ensign. Engine issues. Do something fancy, but make it look realistic.” Janeway re-iterated. She gave the girl what she thought was a knowing look but poor Rowlins looked back at her as if she had just sprouted another head.

“I’m not sure that I follow.” Rowlins said slowly, clearly worried she was not exactly giving the right impression to her Captain.

“An hour in a staff meeting is all I can take! With Tuvok! Get me out of it! One hour!” Janeway hissed in exasperation.

Realisation dawned on the young pilots face. “Understood.” She smiled at the Captain and turned back to the console.

They’d just begun the AOB and Tuvok had taken to the floor. Janeway looked at the chronometer and willed Rowlins to act. Out on the bridge, Rowlins looked at the chronometer and smoothly switched off autopilot. She then keyed in the codes that were the equivalent of throwing Voyager out of 5th gear and right into 2nd at high speed. Voyager lunged violently as momentum was lost, the engines screaming in protest. As quick as a flash, she keyed in a new code and Voyager continued merrily on her way whirring back up to full impulse as if nothing had happened.

In the ready room, everyone had been flung forward during the incident. Janeway whacked her badge the nanosecond she felt it happen. She was on her feet, dismissing the staff, before Tuvok even opened his mouth.

Out on the bridge, Rowlins said she had no idea what happened, a slight malfunction it appeared. Janeway told her not to worry and gave the young woman a wink and mouthed “thank you!”

“Captain, should we resume our meeting?” Tuvok asked from his station.

“No!” Janeway’s response was sharp and harsh, she quickly softened her face and waved her hand dismissively, “I mean, it’ll have to wait now,”

Chakotay placed their plates on the table in his quarters as Janeway recounted her conversation with Rowlins.

“Sneaky!” he laughed as he sat opposite Janeway and poured them both a glass of red.

“It worked though!” Janeway grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“Here’s to shorter staff meetings!” Chakotay held up his glass and clinked it with hers.

For three weeks Janeway managed to pull it off. Each meeting would be cut short by Rowlins sabotaging something that required the captains attention. However, Tuvok began to get suspicious and commented that he would have to make a careful study of Rowlins’ ability to work efficiently. Janeway realised she had put the young woman through enough and so had to concede that the game was up.

Chakotay told her he had a plan to make things more interesting.

During the next meeting, she found herself so bored she was afraid she’d start crying. Tuvok was discussing a report and was deliberating the finer points of the headings the report required for them to ponder. The only pondering taking place was from Tuvok.

Tom was actually drooling today in his sleep.

B'Elanna seemed resigned that murder was not an option and instead was drawing patterns with her fingers on the desk.

Even Neelix was asleep.

She glanced at Chakotay wondering how and when he intended to liven this up. She spotted the familiar glint of mischief and saw him reach slyly to his left and sharply pinch Neelix in his side.

“HIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” Neelix squealed shooting out of his seat, eyes wide and whiskers bristling.

Chakotay schooled a shocked look at the Talaxian., his hands quickly back in his lap.

Janeway almost fell off her seat, stuffing her hand into her mouth to prevent the laugh threatening to escape.

Tom shot up in the air instantly awake and B'Elanna’s head snapped up so fast she almost dislocated her neck.

Neelix launched into a frighteningly rapid series of sneezes that were persistent, loud and wet. He tried to apologise, but each word was punctuated by another sneeze and a globule of Talaxian snot.

Janeway quickly called for the Talaxian to be transported to sickbay and in the ensuing rush terminated the meeting.

Later, she relived the experience with Chakotay, snorting with laughter as she recounted Neelix’s apology to her from sickbay. He couldn’t understand what had triggered such an attack as such fits only happened when a Talaxian had been pinched on a sensitive nerve running down their sides.

Chakotay’s eyes sparkled as she asked him how he knew just where to pinch.

“I overheard him telling someone in the mess hall a few weeks back. I stored it for further use!”

“Whilst hilarious, I’m afraid it was a one off opportunity.” Janeway sighed, mirth still dancing in her eyes.

“Sadly yes. Your turn next!” Chakotay grinned.

—-

Janeway was pondering the prospect of painting eyes onto her eyelids in the hope that Tuvok won’t notice that she was asleep. He was once again talking about something…she can’t actually remember what….something about the computer? Or a dispute? Or was it a system reboot?

Sighing, she can’t even think of how to liven up the meeting, she’s just about to fake a faint when Chakotay suddenly speaks up, interrupting Tuvok mid-flow.

“Sorry Tuvok, but the Captain and I have been talking and we feel that staff meetings should now be based amongst our teams and only senior meetings should take place in the event of first contacts or following a red alert. As of next week, all leaders are to hold a team meeting and report back to us of their discussions.” Chakotay’s tone was even, but certainly suggested the matter was not up for discussion.

Janeway gaped at him and felt a smile of relief flood her features, but quickly schooled them.

“Yes, I’m sure you all agree it’s a more efficient way to work,” she added smoothly.

A chorus of relieved, “Aye captain"s follow this, except from Tuvok, who tries to argue, but is quickly quietened by Janeway’s trademark glare.

The meeting is dismissed and Tom can be heard saying, "Thank God for that, though where will I catch up on my sleep now?”

—-

“You weren’t angry with my suggestion?” Chakotay asked over their dinner that night.

“Angry? It was genius! That’s why you are my first officer! What ever would I do without you?” Janeway replied, smiling softly across at him.

“Still be in a staff meeting?” Chakotay joked, avoiding her soft gaze.

“Probably!” Janeway laughed. “Seriously though, what would I do without you?”

“Drink even more coffee?”

“Well….yes, but tonight it’s wine!” she looked at him with an expression that could be taken the wrong way by a desperate man. “Thank you again…I’d be lost without you.”

“Kathryn…..” Chakotay’s voice softened into something resembling wistful sadness.

“Not tonight, Chakotay,” Janeway held up a hand, rose from her seat and moved to lean against the table where he was sitting. “Let’s just enjoy this momentary freedom.”

She leaned down towards him, he leaned up in answer, eyes closing as lips approached lips.

*Tuvok to Janeway.*

“Janeway here…..I hope this is important?” Chakotay leaned back as she spoke, eyes resigned.

“I’m sending over my report from my team meeting that I held once the senior meeting ended. There are a number of things I want to make you aware of…”

The PADD on the table beeped and Janeway picked it up.

“OK….oh! 64 pages? That’s a lot of reading, Tuvok,” Janeway’s eyes widened.

“I really could do with your advice by tomorrow Captain.”

“Understood.”

“Tuvok out.”

“If we blow him out an airlock you wouldn’t have to read it?” Chakotay suggested with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m not reading it. Captain’s prerogative is to delegate. Enjoy Commander.” Janeway returned his smirk.

“Did I ever tell you what a great boss you are?” Chakotay rolled his eyes.

Janeway pushed off the table and began to move towards the bedroom, hips swaying. She flung a seductive look over her shoulder.

“No, but do tell me….bring the wine!” she called, disappearing into the bedroom.

Chapter One

Authors Note: I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while now and finally decided to try and write it all down. I have a few chapters written, but I’m new to the fandom and don’t know what kind of response it will get. So I’m posting this now to test the waters and see what people think! Hope you enjoy and feedback would be lovely! :)

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DON’T ALBINO-SHAME HIM. HE’S DOING HIS BEST.

Yup, Captain N Alucard was the first time Alucard ever spoke out loud. I think that’s the reason he’s so hilarious to us now - we’re used to broody serious SoTN Alucard, but at the time Captain N came out, that version of him didn’t exist. Just think, in an alternate universe somewhere, Captain N Alucard is what we got in every single CV game following that show’s smashing success.

And yup, I love the sheer so-bad-it’s-goodness of Captain N. I should sit down and watch the whole series one of these days.

Snowed In With Archer

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Title: Snowed In With Archer

Pairing: Archer x Reader

Word Count: 1,100

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You and Archer climbed into the shuttlepod, the captain quickly bringing the door down.  It was time for the two of you to leave the Andorian planet and get back to Enterprise.  On your way back to the shuttlepod, the snow started to fall heavily.  It was a wonder that you even got the shuttlepod’s door closed without any snow getting inside.

As you turned on the heat in the shuttlepod, you swiveled in your chair to look out of the window.  The snow came up halfway.  “Uh Captain Archer, sir,” you mumbled nervously as you slowly turned to face the captain.  “We might have a bit of a problem.”

“We already have a problem [Y/N],” Archer stated, a hint of irritation in his voice.  “I can’t see a damn thing.  How do Andorians fly through blizzards like this?”

“Maybe they don’t,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.  “We’re not too far from Shran’s place, maybe we should just go back?”

Archer nodded, grabbing his coat from the back of his seat.  After the two of you put your coats back on, Archer moved towards the door.  The captain tried to push the door open, but it wasn’t moving.  Of course Archer wasn’t one to give up so easily, especially not in front of you.  He reluctantly gave up after a few more attempts.

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anonymous asked:

What if wish Killian did find love with Rapunzel? But something happened, and they couldn't be together, which is why he says he scoured the realms and couldn't find love, because she was no longer an option for him? I don't care if he has a love interest or not I just want my baby happy!

I WANT MY BABY HAPPY, TOO

But in 7x02, Wish Hook said something about how he’d always thought that finding true love was impossible for any version of Captain Hook… but then he found out Hook Prime had done so, and that was why he was looking for Emma. Something like that, I think? Which means he didn’t find any true loves after Milah and before de-aging himself in 7x02.

I’m hoping our baby finds true love somewhere before the end of the series, though! He’s so precious and special, he should be happy :D

I DEMAND ALL VERSIONS OF HOOK GET HAPPY ENDINGS

OT3 headcanons:

Bucky/Nat/Steve (cont’d)

  • Nat likes to sing “D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R a DINOSAUR” under her breath because she knows it’s guaranteed to annoy the two of them
  • Bucky singing the national anthem whenever Steve walks into the room and Nat smirking and shaking her head at the two absolute dorks she’s fallen in love with.
  • Nat and Bucky both whistling and mumbling “God bless America” as they watch Steve walk away from them, their eyes solely on his ass. They high five each other without looking away.
  • Steve and Bucky trying to learn Russian and trying to make her laugh in Russian and Nat not finding them funny at all so they revert to telling jokes in English but with a Russian accent. They’re still not funny and besides they can’t even do a Russian accent!
  • Steve and Bucky making jokes about how she’s called the Black Widow: “So… which one of us are you going to eat first?” they ask, sometimes accompanied by a wink, sometimes not, but usually Nat answers, with a sultry smirk, “And here I was thinking you two would be the ones eating me”. The other Avengers are absolutely appalled.
  • Bucky and Nat search out vintage Captain America pyjamas, they know they have to exist out there somewhere and if they can’t find some they’ll make some!
  • Nat likes to drag Steve and Bucky to retirement homes because the two of them should be around people their own age. The three of them enjoy playing mahjong and card games with the residents.
  • Whenever they go out dancing or Steve/Bucky try to buy alcohol they get ID’d Nat lets out an exasperated sigh everytime “You’ve got to be joking. They’re 90 years old!” Bartenders and bouncers are always dumbfounded by the statement.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a scenario where Imayoshi is very protectiv about his innocent crush who is also 1st year. She also has him wrapped around her finger without her knowing.

a short one because i def owe you guys at least a lil something new lol; also im postponing the nsfw requests until i get the ~mojo~ back

Imayoshi couldn’t begin to fathom how you and Aomine could be in the same year, let alone the same class. While his junior in the team was a lazy pervert who’s admittedly good at what he does, you were much more on the shyer side, leaning towards the purity that neither he nor Aomine had.

And that meant his protective side pushed forward.

“Hey,” he smiled, poking his head into your classroom. You perked up from your seat at the sound of his voice, blushing lightly as you gathered your lunchbox and moved towards him. Both of you could hear the distant, curious murmuring of the other students who wanted to know more about the dynamic between the infamous, devilish captain of the basketball team and the fresh-faced, innocent first year. 

“Hi,” you smiled.

“Want to eat lunch together?” He asked and you were eager to agree to his offer. On the way to the roof, Imayoshi asked an endless stream of questions about your day and interests in an attempt to get you to open up to him. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so drawn to you or why he wanted to pry into every aspect of your life. But he did.

Imayoshi nearly let out a string of expletives when he saw his previously mentioned junior on the roof digging through Sakurai’s second lunchbox (probably made under Aomine’s request) while Sakurai, looking terrified, quietly ate his own. “Aomine, Sakurai.” He greeted.

Aomine’s midnight blue eyes moved from Imayoshi to you who peered around the tall man to see the other two boys. A slow smile curled on his lips, “Hey, captain. ____, nice seeing you around.”

His eyes then flew up to meet Imayoshi’s scowl. “Are you bullying Sakurai again? And Sakurai, why do you do this to yourself?”

But Aomine wasn’t having any of that distraction and instead zoned in on you. “Hey, ___, why don’t you and senpai join us? The more the merrier.”

Imayoshi threw him another glare before wrapping a territorial arm around you. “I think this place is starting to smell. We should find somewhere else. I heard the school garden is beautiful this time of year.” You just shrugged and went along with it. 

Like hell he’d let Aomine near you. You were too pure, too sweet. He wasn’t going to let that boy taint you – not that he wasn’t able to taint you himself. 

For a little while, Imayoshi figured it was because he’d like to keep some form of innocence and good in the world manifested in you. But then again, you might’ve just got him hooked on something worse.