Alan walks in and sits down next to his brother without saying a word. He then leans up against him, drapes his growing legs over the edge of the couch and starts playing one of his video games.
Scott’s supposed to be watching a documentary about how war leads to massive advances in technology. Brilliant blue eyes watch the holograms of a thousand soldiers but his thousands are a thousand miles away, back in Australia and the last mission he completed.
It didn’t go badly but it wasn’t perfect either and the minute imperfections Scott can’t seem to iron out haunts him as the documentary slowly trudges through the second world war.
All of a sudden there’s company in the form of a little brother. Like a cat he moulds himself into Scott’s personal space and, also like a cat, begins to play a video game without so much of an acknowledgement.
And like a cat, somehow it’s incredibly comforting. Scott’s hand goes to the mop of blonde hair beneath his nose and he can forget the little things that trouble him. It’s always better to focus on what he’s got but it’s kinda hard to remember that sometimes. But not when little brother’s with him, all warm and fluffy and nice.
since “poe dameron has slept with every member of the resistance” is a nasty headcanon that people can’t seem to let go, here are some better poe dameron headcanons instead:
he has a unique secret handshake with every member of his squadron
went through a hat phase as a child
despite being the most incredible pilot while flying, he can be a total clutz on the ground sometimes
when he drinks, turns into the type of intense drunk who goes up to everyone in the nearby vicinity, puts his hands on both sides of their face while bringing his face super close to theirs, and looks deep into their eyes as he says how much he values and cherishes them
is a constant snacker. He has secret stashes of indulgent high-calorie treats in his bunk, and his cockpit is constantly littered with snack wrappers
makes a point to learn the name of every single worker on the resistance base, down to the janitors and line cooks, and addresses them by their first name and a friendly hello every time.
is just a terrible liar. Especially when it comes to General Organa
resident Meme King of the resistance base
despite learning military habits from a young age, has never been able to hold a regular sleep schedule. He rarely gets enough sleep, but when he does, he is NOT a morning person. After completing missions, will crash into a deep sleep in his bunk and once slept for a full uninterrupted 48 hours
is the only person who can make leia laugh when she’s in a bad mood
has inherited the age-old strike fighter bias against bomber ships (probably from his mother tbh) and can rant for hours about how u-wings are clunky and inferior to x-wings
has memorized the name, call sign, planet of origin, and a brief bio for every x-wing pilot who flew in the rebellion against the empire
totally platonic ways to show ur platonic bro friend u care platonically - a guide by James Buchanan Barnes.
• know his precise location and swan in to rescue his reckless ass when he gets into a fight - again - as if you got some sort of sixth sense to knowing he’s in danger
• abandon your date on your last night in town for a while to traipse around a convention looking for him
• after being strapped to a table and tortured and experimented on, be sure the first thing you do is ask him if it hurt when he became all beefy
• when he asks you if you’ll follow the person everyone else see’s him as into danger, let him know that you’re following the him he was and still is underneath, and you’d follow him anywhere
• follow him home from his mother’s funeral to make sure he’s doing okay, then tell him that you know he can get by on his own, but he doesn’t have to, because you’re with him til the end of the line
• remember him before you remember yourself after he says your name for the first time in 70 years, and then refuse to let go of the certainty that you knew him, even though that belief is going to get you hurt
• when all you know what to do is to obey orders and complete a mission, hear 9 words that sound like a wedding vow, and choose instead of killing him like you were ordered, to save him and make sure he’s alive
• after you’ve pretended like you only know him from reading about him in a museum, the moment danger presents itself, instinctively protect him from said danger
• when he brings up a double date that you went on and tries to mention the girls, don’t even remember the girls name, but do remember everything he did that day
• whilst you’re lying on the floor, beaten and bruised and bloody and once again, sans arm, summon whatever energy you have left to detract attention from him to stop him getting hurt
Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac
Word Count: 1972
Warning: little bit of fluff
To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3
Okay but, i hc Lance as a middle child in a big family (everyone does that but bear with me) so he is used to his feelings being overlooked.
But imagine he doesn’t have physical breakdowns around anyone, that he handles emotional stuff calmly. And he surpresses his emotions until he’s alone. I bet he likes to break things. Because you know it releases tension.
And he can do the scary parent stare. And sorry If my English is shitty.
Like: (i’m very sorry, but i’m trying to make it as bad as possible)
The mission went horrible. Completely and utterly horrible. And they were all angry and tired, some even more so.
“WHAT WERE THINKING PIDGE?? IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT YOUR LION CAN CAMOUFLATE! YOU DON’T JUST DO THAT!” Pidge was about to cry, they all saw that except Keith.
“Keith stop it! You can’t just scream at people like that!” Lance put himself between Keith and Pidge. Pidge shakily clenched her tiny fists in the back of his suit.
“WHAT DO YOU KNOW?YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! ALL YOU ALL DAY IS FLIRT AND COMPLAIN! YOU’RE USELESS I DON’T EVEN IMAGINE WHY THE BLUE LION CHOSE YOU AS HER PALADIN?? THERE ARE TONS OF PEOPLE THAT ARE BETTER THAN YOU OUT THERE!” Keith shouted. His eyes were dark with anger and he was trembling. “CAN’T YOU STOP TALKING FOR FIVE MINUTES? DO YOU REALLY HAVE FLIRT WITH EVERYTHING IN YOUR PATH ? WILL YOU EVER STOP BEING SO ANNOYING?”
The team was speechless. They didn’t know how to react. Not even Shiro. They were all gaping at the scene in front of them.
Lance’s eyes watered and sparkled. For a second he seemed to crumble, ready to break down crying. But his demeanor changed instantly. His posture straightened and his eyes dulled.
“I know i’m annoying and useless. But that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to vent your fury on me, or anyone in the team for that matter. You’re obviously distressed right now.” Lance voice is monotonous. And he is starimg right at Keith. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lance glared. “You are not going to intrerrupt when i’m speaking.” He snapped his mouth shut.“ Now you’re going to take a shower and then come back and appologise to Pidge.”
Keith was about to protest. “You are going to do as I said and I do not want to hear a word from you until you make up with Pidge.” There were obvious tears in Keith’s eyes but he nodded and left.
Than Lance turned to Pidge and crouched to her level. His whole expression softened. He put a hand on her cheek
“Hey, Pidge, don’t cry. I know Keith is mean, and I know you didn’t want to put any of us in danger. None of us blames you, not even Keith, even if he doesn’t know that yet. Okay?” He reassured her.
She put a hand on top of his. “Do you really feel like that?”
“Hm? Of course I don’t blame you.”
“No, i mean… Do you really feel like you’re useless?” She clarified. Lance smiled sadly.
“Yes, Pidge, i do. But right now we are focusing on you. Understood?”
“If I promise i’ll talk to you about it tomorrow will you drop it now?” Offered Lance. Pidge didn’t seem convinced but nodded anyway. “Good, now…” He stood up still holding Pidge’s face. He smiled ar the team and fixed them with a look. “ Go wash yourselves. It was a taxing a mission and we all could use some relaxation. Plus, we stink.”
They all scrambled to do as Lance said. Pidge not before hugging the life out of Lance.
Ahhh! Sorry for the long post! And i know Keith would NEVER do that!! Sorry!
TO: The Executive
Board of Stormwind Intelligence AAR #BSA-03.26.33-MS:S/NC ORIGIN: IA/RR TL:FS
AFTER ACTION REPORT
Patience. TEAM COMPOSITION:
- Athena - Nephila - Yavi - Silver - RR
As explained by our TL, Patience, Spectre Unit was
dispatched to the Broken Shore on the evening of 03.26.33 with orders to
infiltrate developing Legion forces and secure any and all available
intelligence data regarding their Leadership, Troop Movements, Assets, and
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.