#Combat Marksmanship

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

BFTC isn’t really a case of terrible characterization for Jason so much as it was a terrible case of victim blaming. Like yeah, some of the things Jason did were a bit extreme compared to his “better” appearances, but that’s nothing new and pretty much true of many stories that aren’t utrh or lost days. The bad parts are are also definitely exaggerated by fans.

The story isn’t centered on Jason. Of course every other character’s description of Jason would be knee-jerk dismissive and misunderstanding, since (again) the intention was to make Jason out to be the cartoony bad guy villain. But if you look past the layers of grime they added, the bare bones of his characterization are not entirely incorrect. It’s a biased story in which their intended criticisms of Jason’s morals often fell short, so to compensate they deliberately cranked up his motivations to be more extreme and unrealistic (but one which, nonetheless got Jason’s overall thoughts and goals relatively consistent with stories that portrayed him accurately).

Yes, him shooting Damian was out of character, but granted we’re all in agreement that it was a true case of “bad writing decision”, I don’t think it’s hard to look past. The only other bit people probably complain about (which felt iffy at worst) was him being “a bit enthusiastic” at times in trying to convince Dick to become another lethal Batman (you can just as easily say Jason wouldn’t have been personally invested enough to have acted in the way he did). I don’t care though because he was probably doing it for shits and giggles, and it was funny watching him push their buttons on his spare time while being excellent at his job. Same old ‘none of them deny that he’s effective, they just can’t get behind the killing’ conflict.

Looking past the fact that Jason still had a valid point, the “he’s the bad guy” plot falls apart for other obvious reasons, which happen in the 3rd issue. It’s kind of hard to focus on how much of a bitch Jason’s being when the other characters are written in an infinitely more problematic way (which ends up happening in most “hate Jason” stories). Not only did they heavily imply Jason is a victim of SA, but the way Dick/the batfamily treats Jason about this is … horrible. Arguing that this was a case of character assassination for Bruce and Dick would be more realistic than using this story to claim Jason is a Bad Person™.

Even though Bruce does have a bad track record with his perspective on victims of SA.

Hey. Maybe listen to the living person begging you to turn it off.

Geez. I wonder why he never felt safe enough to confide in Bruce or any of the rest of them. Implying that enduring what he did made him “broken beyond repair”, that he needs to be “fixed”, and saying verbatim, “you are my greatest failure”, not “I failed you greatly”. Then deciding on behalf of Jason that a bunch of people who weren’t involved in what happened to him should all know about this so they can decide what should be done. And everyone agrees with this garbage. Unbelievable.

Aka, any sort of healing he may have tried to accomplish was ruined by you lot. When exactly am I supposed to see that Jason was evil all along.

The story collapses in on itself in the third issue because where Dick is supposed to be at his prime within the arc, he just sort of rambles about how Jason was a shitty victim and then awkwardly shifts to talking about personal growth and coming to accept his own heroic destiny.

I do resent this, but not because “Jason sucks here”. Jason’s “bad portrayal” pales in comparison to the problematic mindsets given to the other characters (namely Dick) which were framed as good-natured intentions and “tough love”. As for people who describe this as “vilifying Jason to prop up Dick” … I don’t really know what to make of that.

[twistedappletree]

Writing Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling fighting alongside each other is everything oh my god this is SO fun??????

power couple honestlyyyy 💞⚔️✨

[joncronshawauthor]

The Ultimate Fantasy Assassin's Skill Set: 10 Abilities to Master

Fantasy assassins are skilled killers that add danger, intrigue, and excitement to a story. They are often depicted as having extraordinary abilities, making them formidable opponents and exciting characters to read. Here are ten essential skills that are required by fantasy assassins: 1. Stealth. Assassins are experts at moving unseen and unheard. They infiltrate places undetected and carry…

[skeletonpunching]

Buddy Daddies character bios

Kurusu Kazuki

28 years old, assassin

Lives with his colleague and buddy Rei, and looks after his daily needs. When working with Rei, his responsibilities are mostly arranging the contract, gathering intel in advance, and setting up the plan for execution. Excellent communication skills. Fond of women and gambling. Good at cooking and cleaning, and periodically chides Rei for his sloppy lifestyle. Was married in the past, and his wife was pregnant, but she died as a result of some shady business dealings.

Suwa Rei

25 years old, assassin

A man of few words. Usually doesn't even bat an eye when Kazuki comes staggering home. Outstanding physical ability; at the top of the field in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. There is a drastic contrast between his ON (professional) and OFF (private) modes - at home, he just shuts himself in and plays games. Born into a large mob family, he received special assassin training from his parents ever since his childhood. Unable to escape the conflicts in his family, he has no understanding of normal parent-child relationships.

Unasaka Miri

4 years old

A truly lively, innocent girl with absolutely no fear. Her father is a prominent human trafficker and a mafia boss. Her mother is the boss's lover. She showed up at a hotel in search of her father, and got caught up in a gunfight, but was rescued by Kazuki. An affectionate child, she calls Kazuki "Kazuki-papa", and Rei "Rei-papa".

Kugi Kyutaro

32 years old, cafe owner

A go-between who coordinates jobs for Kazuki and Rei. Usually puts on a friendly demeanour as the owner of the cafe “Mistletoe”. Keenly perceptive, and remarkably well-informed. Knows a lot about Kazuki and Rei's pasts, but for some reason, has never intervened, and keeps their relationship squarely within the limits of a business transaction. Generally acts like a kind older brother, but when a job goes wrong, will also readily discard all that to be completely businesslike. A reliable partner to Kazuki and Rei, but keeps them on their toes.

[hellbuticy]

Walker Brothers Hcs

like Elias said in his Rorke File, Logan was like an extension of Hesh, always looking up to him, wanting to be him, always with him (we know the “1 set of footprints” story). but when they joined the Ghosts, Logan finally decided to be his own self meaning he spent more time alone

Hesh noticed his brother finally being his own person and he was not a fan of it at first

They do EVERYTHING together like when one would shit/take a shower the other would be in there just for “company” (typical sibling stuff)

Logan’s marksmanship is slightly better than Hesh’s.

But Hesh’s hand-to-hand combat is way better than Logan’s.

Hesh used to get into fights a lot as a kid, mostly to protect Logan

While Hesh is technically Riley’s handler, the dog favors Logan more (they even sleep together)

The boys initially wanted to be Navy (future SEALs) but bc Elias was army they also had to be army

Logan is a great fuckin swimmer, like im talking a living torpedo headass

Elias would talk about the Ghosts but disguised as fairytale bedtime stories he would tell the boys

Their telepathic bond is otherworldly, like CRAZY. words cannot explain

Both brothers SUCK at asking for help/letting other people help them ESPECIALLY with injuries so they are always stitching each other up in their rooms

Logan talks with his eyes, to which Hesh knows every look. so while the other Ghosts think logan is looking normal, hesh is like “oh hell no he’s going to go on a murder spree”

Logan is the scarier sibling bc he glares, is silent, and has a menacing ass aura

Hesh is always >:)

Until Logan is captured , then hesh is a shell of himself. always barking at somebody. his fuse is even shorter and with no general care for his well being (keegan now looks after him but he’s always like 👀)

Logan keeps a memory box so after Logan gets captured goes through it every night, missing his brother

They have matching stick n poke, after a particular hard “hell week” where they actually almost died, they decide to do it because then, they would always have each other no matter the circumstances

[songsofadelaide]

prism — a side story to cosmic.

cw: captain narumi x (f) platoon leader, established (secret) relationship, fluff and smut, takes place between iv and v of cosmic. no use of 'yn'. narumi gen is his own warning. minors do not interact.

wc: 3k

You were no stranger to an observant eye. As a Platoon Leader, you were subject to your superiors' watchful surveillance and your team members's discerning gazes. It came as no surprise to you when the Captain of the First Division presented you with an upgrade to your beloved personal weapon, the submachine gun marked FE-0080 or Reginleif and asked for you to demonstrate your marksmanship that brought Asakusa's scorpion-type Honju to its knees.

So you acquiesced to your Captain's command and joined the rookies in their shooting training. You didn't back down from a posed challenge, after all, and you impressed your platoon members and fellow Platoon Leaders once more with your precise marksmanship. 

When Gen first took notice of your personal weapon, he surmised it was specifically made to pair with your speed. Anything heavier would weigh you down. Reginleif was a submachine gun made for more close combat offensives and had less firepower than a machine gun or a rifle, but it made up for its lack of strength with its speed and automatic mechanism.

"Unleashed Combat Power is at 67%."

As you finished setting a record for the rookies to beat, whispers from other division members filled the air. 

"The Platoon Leader's super quick, huh? It's almost like she vanishes into thin air."

"She even beat Platoon Leader Tachibana during the joint training exercises between the Eastern Divisions. That's how Captain Narumi discovered her."

"Speaking of which, she and the Captain have been spending a lot of time together..."

Gen himself didn't notice the amount of time you two were spending together. It was lost to him, but the memory of his enjoyment remained— you coming to see him, summoned or not. One day, your presence simply became natural, like a second instinct, until it became a necessity, especially for him.

You sitting next to him in his office, sometimes as Player 2 but most of the time just plain old you. You in your tracksuit uniform with nothing but a white tee underneath. You mindlessly scrolling through your social media while he stormed through whatever game he was playing, warming his bed until you had to leave him— whether it was due to an emergency or just because the day had ended. The sound of your laughter and derision filled his office and he can't seem to snap out of his compulsion to steal the rest of your sound straight away from your lips. 

He signalled for the end of the shooting training after the rookies concluded their rounds and dismissed everyone for the rest of the afternoon. 

"Captain Narumi, sir," you called out to your superior, who had just finished checking the Operation Leader's report handed to him by your Vice Captain. 

"Platoon Leader."

"One of my team members is celebrating their birthday today. They're planning a short trip to the city for drinks this evening," you started as you shadowed Gen's steps back to the base's main hall. "As much as I would love to finish our Maelduin's Portal campaign from earlier, my platoon would appreciate being able to spend some time with me, and I with them. I hope you're amenable, of course…"

He wanted to disagree with you but didn't want to come off as increasingly needy, especially since he knew now that people were already talking about how much time you've been spending together. Was he being needy? 

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, then."

Because he certainly didn't.

Your platoon arrived back at base a little before 21:00 and the first thing you wanted to do was take a dip into the baths because you were certain you smelled terrible— a smorgasbord of alcohol, barbecue smoke and cigarette ash, no thanks to the old smokers seated next to your group's long table.

But Gen had other plans in mind that derailed your quick trip to the baths. 

A single notification lit up from your mobile phone as you placed it on the desk in your personal quarters. 

[ N. Gen-隊長: I'm outside your room. ]

"Captain Narumi?" You quietly called for him, a tender smile on your face as you opened your door for him. "Did you wait for me all this time?" 

Gen smelled like he just got out of the bath, ready to go to bed, while you still smelled of smoke and alcohol. Still, he didn't think twice before embracing you, which you hesitantly returned. 

"I still smell like alcohol…" You murmured into the crook of his neck as you gently played with the hair on his nape. "Pretty sure I taste like it, too…"

"I don't really care…" He murmured before diving in for a kiss. Sure enough, you tasted like an evening out, the bitter taste of beer still lingering in your mouth. 

"Hey," you said as you gently broke your kiss. "You might be fine with this, but I'm not. I-I mean the way I smell. Please, Gen, let me take a quick bath. I promise I'll be back in five— no, ten minutes. I'll be back and let's pick up where we left off, okay?"  

Not even the grumble that left his lips could stop you from grabbing your basket of toiletries plus a change of clothes and leaving him for a bath you promised would be quick. 

It was only in the quiet that he realised it was his first time here in your personal quarters. It's always been you visiting him in his office but rarely did you invite him over— for reasons now clear to him. 

Your room was incredibly bare, even for a Platoon Leader. Apart from the standard furnishings provided by the Defense Force, nothing in that place anchored you there or made known to others that it was your lodging. You kept no trinkets or little decorations, and on your desk sat your mobile phone, which even had the default wallpaper on. 

It had no passcode, either, and he found himself there aptly named 'Captain Narumi Gen' when he took a peep at your messages. All the people in your phonebook were properly labelled and addressed, such as your parents, your elder brother Kanata and his wife Marie, your squad leaders Akabane, Kagomura, Ookawa, and your fellow Platoon Leaders. 

You kept no notes, even fewer photos, and Gen was filled with this awful dread that you'd leave no trace behind if anything ever happened to you. His thoughts were soon replaced by a wave of comfort when he plopped down on your bed. "At least your pillows smell like you…"

He almost nodded off too if not for your arrival. You were still a little damp from your quick soak, your skin still warm and balmy as you shut your door behind you. "Are you still awake, Captain?"

"Yeah, I am. S'impossible to fall asleep here in your room," he said as he sat up again, quietly observing the way you neatly stashed your belongings in your single closet. 

"Really, now? I'd expect you to get a good night's rest here since I have a proper bed and all," you chuckled at his response. "Or are you so used to sleeping on a futon that a bed's uncomfortable for you?"

"No. Your bed… smells like you," he stated, a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck this time. You were fresh out of the bath, still practically buzzing with warmth, and it made him uneasy in an exciting way. "It's…"

"Is it nasty?" You asked as you made your approach. You were in similar standard white shirts and black sweatpants and Gen visibly swallowed as you sat closely next to him. "Captain Narumi?"

"Don't… Don't call me that now," he grunted at you, his lip trembling in anticipation as you raised a hand to cup his cheek. 

"Gen…" 

Ah, his name sounded so, so sweet whenever it left your lips, but this time even more, and he was this close to stealing that sweetness himself if you hadn't scooched over to kiss him yourself. It was tender and affectionate and somewhat apologetic, tasting of green tea mouthwash this time, until you broke away from him and stuck out your tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

You did it in such a teasing manner but he couldn't even smile— because he was already so, so hard. He pulled out his erection from under his sweatpants and guided your hand to it, his breath hitching as he felt your warm fingers curl around his length and stroke him at a leisurely pace.

Though you couldn't see his eyes, you were certain he had a heady, cloudy, half-lidded gaze on you. He followed your steady movement with bated breath as you got down on your knees and placed yourself between his thighs. 

"Doing it here in my room has its advantages," you told him as you started stroking him again, your breath ghosting over his length. "No one's gonna come in here unannounced…"

Gen let out a low hiss when you flicked out your tongue and slowly licked the tip of his cock, taking all the time in the world to do so. 

"Ggh… S-Stop it already—" He grunted yet again, and though he told you to stop, it was clear he meant otherwise by the way he had a guiding hand on the crown of your head. "Ugh…"

Hearing the sound of his voice dipping and straining in pleasure encouraged you to do even better for him. He shuddered as you gradually received him in your mouth. 

…Maybe he did find a way to tame that smart mouth of yours after all. 

The pace of your blowjob was pleasant, but you knew he was close by the way his thighs closed around you. He tried to wriggle away from you, but you shook your head at him and gently picked up the pace, your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked on him a bit more. 

He took your refusal to let him go as a sign that you'll receive his seed in your mouth, so he obliged you, his body convulsing as he held your head in his hands. A low, guttural moan he obviously tried to suppress escaped his lips as you swallowed his cum, thick strings stuck in the back of your throat, and you eventually released him with a soft 'pop' from your slightly swollen lips. 

"My good girl," his praise was caught between his soft exhales. He pulled you up into his arms and allowed you to tenderly sweep back his hair that curtained his lovesick gaze. 

"You're so handsome," you told him with a smile, your fingers gently toying with the hair on his nape once more. Gen adored being the recipient of such compliments, even more so from you, but he still gets embarrassed from time to time. He's red up to his neck now, his hands warm on your waist. 

"My good girl," he said yet again, his wine-coloured eyes holding your own heady gaze. One hand wandered underneath your shirt while the other dipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, deft fingers rhythmically running over the moistness between your legs. His lips curl into a teasing smile as your expression fades into one of pleasure.

He was already hard again, but he didn't want to be so greedy. Neither did he want the night to end so soon. He did away with your clothes, all similarly and carelessly tossed aside as he motioned for you to lie down on your back for him. A glint of mischief lit his eyes as he placed himself between your legs, lowering his face to your thighs, peppering them with light and faint kisses before he eventually opened his mouth to taste you. 

Another rapid rush of pleasure shot through your body as he gripped your thighs and happily ate you out, playing deaf to your impatient whines as he leisurely and unhurriedly licked and lapped at your folds.

"Tell me what you want, my good girl," Gen whispered, his low and lazy voice hot against your sopping pussy. He already knew what you wanted by the way you ground against his mouth, the burning sultriness between your legs threatening to overflow onto the rest of his face. He slid a finger knuckle-deep into you and thrust at what he believed was an agreeable pace given the sound of your moans, which you were trying your hardest to suppress.

His fingers were skilled and reached the places you never could on your own, but you needed more. "P…"

"If you tell me, 'please put it in my pussy', then I'll do it."

Oh, you wanted to hurl so many complaints at him, but your impatience already showed in your countenance and he was clearly enjoying this. "Well? Hurry up and say it."

"M… My p… ah…" You pathetically whimpered at him, your voice cracking as he broke into another crooked grin.

"Use your words, my pretty girl. I can't really understand you."

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as you relented to his teasing, your legs quivering at the leisurely pace he's taken. "Please… Please put it in my p-pussy…!"

It didn't take long for Gen to take charge after hearing you plead for him so earnestly. He was already as stiff as a pole, anyway, so he angled himself over you and slid his length over the burning wetness of your pussy before thrusting into you. 

The pace he moved at was gratifying for you both, the sound of your whines was enough of a confirmation for him. 

"Ah…" You coiled your arms around his neck, trembling at his warm touch, his calluses rough yet ticklish against your skin, especially when he sank his fingers into the plushness of your breasts. "Gh…"

Why does it feel like this? You managed a thought as he fucked you deep into your sheets and mattress, the sound of your soft moans and his pleased groans filling the air in the room. You knew you'd be dead if someone else heard you, but you couldn't consider being considerate now— because he's s-so good…!

Gen's bangs fell over his eyes again, hiding away the blissed-out look on his face. He knew it didn't matter that much to you anymore and neither did it to him— because all he could think about at that moment was burying his cock deep into you— fuck good manners and propriety!

You were seeing stars now, his pace slightly rushed and rough and it could only mean that he was just as close to finishing as you were. "D-Don't… don't stop…"

But he knew he had to. He was smarter than this. He knew he had to pull out. You couldn't afford to— at a time like this, too! 

Yet in between his blissed-out euphoria and common sense was a single thought: a family. With you. Your stomach round with a child that was a heap of trouble like he was—

"P-Please, Gen… I'm so close…!"

He snapped back to his sweet reality— your walls tightening around him as he thrust with even more urgency this time. 

"Cum for me, then, my good girl," he managed to chuckle at you. You choked out another small cry as tears filled your eyes again in a wave of oscillating pleasure, your spasms making it difficult for him to pull out as he intended. 

"Y-You can cu—" 

Gen pulled out of you panting the moment you were about to say he could finish inside you instead, opting to spill his scorching cum all over your stomach. He caught his breath before flicking his middle finger on your forehead with all his tender might. 

"Ow! Wh-What was that for?!"

"At least let me put a ring on you before you ask me to cum inside ya!"

"You didn't have to hit me that hard."

"It wasn't even that hard."

A large bandaid was spread over your forehead where your boyfriend last exacted his violence on you. Your quiet breakfast for two at the mess hall the following morning was cut short when Eiji sat next to Gen with his breakfast, along with a clean folder that contained only two sheets of paper.

"Good morning, Narumi. And the Platoon Leader, too. Once you're done eating, I'll need you two to fill out these forms," he stated as he handed you one of the sheets with a header in bold letters that read Workplace Relationship Disclosure Form.

"O-Oh," came your slightly startled reaction as you realised what it was. You placed down your utensils and read the information that had to be filled out. "S-So, do I write 'boyfriend' here? This is so embarrassing…"

"The hell do you mean it's embarrassing? Are you embarrassed to be with me? Embarrassed that I'm your boyfriend?!" Gen yapped at you as he filled out the form handed to him. You were shocked to see him filling out the paperwork himself, even more so when he wrote 'fiancée' next to your name. 

"If there is anything to be embarrassed about, it's keeping your fellow Platoon Leaders awake at night because of your… raucous behaviour," your Vice Captain stated with a feigned cough, and though it was clearly addressed to you, his sharp gaze was directed at your Captain. "If you don't want the top brass to hear about this and mete out a punishment for you both, I suggest you refrain from doing it here at base."

"O-Of course, V-Vice Captain Hasegawa! It won't happen again!" You squeaked at the older man and gave him a stiff bow. 

Gen gaped at your quick surrender before eventually turning to Eiji, who had yet to start his meal. "Haa? We're actually doing important work here! They can consider this our attempt at preserving my lineage, Japan's Strongest— Ow!" 

The older man flicked his middle finger at the young Captain's forehead this time. "Since everyone's talking about you two anyway, let's give them more to gossip about. But I expect not to hear anything about it again starting tomorrow."

[hunny-pp]

NO. ?? - DIAOCHAN (romance of the three kingdoms) Particulars: Prone to hysteria, deep-seated rage, [???], Confused About Self

We screen our Sinners to the best of our abilities to accommodate to your primary mission as the Executive Manager. However this Sinner has proven to be quite elusive in our analysis. On the surface, this Sinner is level-headed, charming and talented in skills that require physical and dexterous proficiency. However she finds herself constantly confused about her own being for reasons we have yet to identify, so do not be alarmed if she asks you off-putting inquiries. Please beware of her tendency to extreme anger and violence, as it will prove impossible to resolve without intervention through tranquilization or even execution.

[WARNING]: Any tasks or assignments that pertain to her physical appearance or seduction will risk in violent outbursts.

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By all accounts, a charming young woman who is reliable and capable of any tasks especially combat. The main thing to consider about her is she says strange comments about her own identity, and may be caught in freudian slips such as "I could have reached that in my original height...", "She's laying dormant for now..." and "Huh, so my marksmanship remained even in this body..."

She has a state of almost berserker like rage, and is proven to be difficult to break out of, with Diaochan stating after such incidents that "she's calm now. Sorry about that."

While known for her dancing talents from her previous reputation, she is physically unable to perform, her body freezing up until she relents. She also cannot deliver statements that could be seen as flirtatious without her mouth physically sealing itself.

(this is my girlie i love her, if you figure out the whole twist abt her i'll give you a cookie)

[luluxa]

Stained Glass series

Some background info cos my illustrations are getting more and more specific lol

(yeah, I keep giving Watcher people the roles so I can insert them into the future illustrations XD)

Ryan, Annie and Steven all inherit one kingdom (Esit) for different reasons. Annie becomes de-jure the Queen, Ryan and Steven, through some legal trickery, her consorts with their own duties and areas of purview.

None of them are very happy about it because Esit has been at war with the neighbor country, Aagan, for several years now and it’s nowhere near the end, started by traitors and conspirators on both sides. (They’ve made a deal with a third neighboring country, Jau Yan, a pretty powerful Empire that wants some expansion and with both Esit and Aagan having weakened each other, it’s preparing to launch the fleet at them and take over.)

Shane is a regular teacher from a rural town in a mountainous province of Aagan, drafted a year into the war. He hates it but unfortunately for him, he's very good at it, from regular one-on-one combat to marksmanship to tactics to strategy, and eventually, court politics, as he gets promoted all the way to becoming Aagan's Marshal. He's given lands and titles and the Queen (Katie) considers him one of her closest friends, but he repeatedly says that all he wants is to go back to his provincial school in the middle of the woods and stay there.

Ryan was thrown into the war, becoming the commander of the army at 25, knowing very little about warfare and feeling scared and lost most of the time, and even though he got better and makes all the right decisions, he’s not great at it and wants it to end, always trying for negotiations and ceasefires, but his messages are ignored (or never reach the other side), and there are always provocations from Aagan and lies about attacks Ryan's never ordered and he has no choice but retaliate, pressured by his generals and politicians at home.

Both Ryan and Shane eventually begin to suspect there’s something wrong and launch their own investigations. Upon uncovering the conspiracies on their respective sides and declaring ceasefire, Aagan and Esit have to deal with Jau Yan now and prepare for another bout of war.

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space dandy is one of my favorite anime ever so here's a real self indulgent rain code au where the detectives are space bounty hunters and shinigami is yuma's horrible alien parasite

(lore + spoilers below)(it's a lot so warning for that lol)

so like space mercs and bounty hunters are a classic right? imagine there is a whole ranking system on these guys ran by the intergalactic united government, and there's one guy who's the best in the business: a professional bounty hunter who has no name. he simply responds to his ranking- number one.

he carries out his work anonymously, his face only known by very few elites. born and raised to kill, he's really got no other identity to him.

he's never been fit for close combat, so he excels in stealth and marksmanship, as well as using his little genius mind to macgyver his way out of most situations

well eventually number one gets a little too cocky and gets fatally wounded on a mission. as he's dying, he hears the voice of an alien parasite who goes by shinigami. she's close to death as well without a proper host, so she proposes a deal: she takes over his body, and he gets to live. desperate to survive, he accepts, but the shock of her takeover knocks him unconscious and gives him amnesia.

by the way, shinigami works a lot like venom- she gives him super powers but also she does get hungry. yuma ends up letting her devour (read: she takes over his body and makes him devour) any hunted targets they kill.

anyway, now wholly dependent on her as a guide and life support system, number one manages to escape the planet he nearly died on and reach a trade center to find help. however, once he gets there, he is immediately chased by other bounty hunters and police. while running, he catches sight of a wanted poster, featuring someone with a face that looks just like his...

he finds what he thinks is an old abandoned ship to hide in, but turns out this worn down hunk of metal is inhabited by a man named yakou furio and his band of misfit outlaws that are also hiding from the fuzz. they have a big panic upon meeting, but all calm down and ask their newest guest how he got here. after giving his long winded explanation, number one gets accepted into the crew, and they name him yuma, after fubuki endearingly mispronounced the term U.M.A. (Unidentified Monstrous Animal, the thing the crew initially mistook yuma for).

the nda are all different types of aliens too! yakou is of a carnivorous race from a planet that's always raining. desuhiko is from a shapeshifting race of aliens that often blend into other planet populations. fubuki is a 4th dimensional time being, encased in a robotic body so she can interact with the lower plane creatures. halara is basically a furry from a planet ruled by anthropomorphic mammals (they look like some sort of gray fox). and vivia is like danny phantom- a guy who only half died thanks to a wormhole warp accident, so he can travel between spiritual and physical planes and cause anomalies. they've all got their own crimes and past, but they're all good people. will i ever draw them? hopefully someday!

anyway, this kinda plays out like a humorous, episodic show in which the crew go on odd jobs and missions to scrape by, all while trying to not get hunted as bounty targets. eventually things would get intense when they get attacked by a huge ship that's manned by a masked man... and this masked man seems to have it out for yuma, specifically. who is he? why is he attacking? whatever will this band of misfits do?!

i guess we'll have to find out next episode...

(or you can send any asks about this au. i WILL infodump abt it)

[ryescapades]

can't get enuff of loserumi 🤤 could i get loserumi and an equally as loser reader whos also a captain so captain meetings r literally just them jabbing at their match histories together itd be funny i think

genre/warning: ooc narumi maybe, not proofread!! a/n: took me quite a while to come up with something, sorry for the delay anon!

there is an unusual air in the room. ashiro can't explain what it is but it is there. when she first entered the conference room, it was like a menacing vacuum just sucked out all the oxygen inside, making the room feels almost tight to breathe in. she glances around, taking note of the people occupying the room.

"what are you lookin' around for, captain ashiro?" hoshina asks, glancing at his superior curiously. ashiro startles, not expecting her vice-captain to notice her darting eyes. "nothing really. it's just... do you feel that?" she can't help but to ask.

hoshina seems to contemplate for a moment, processing her question before a tiny smile appears on his face. "ah, you mean the strange atmosphere in this room? it's just the usual division-rivalry happening during every meeting that we have. though i heard just recently that two particular divisions are keeping a serious tally on their records."

ashiro tilts her head in confusion, "it was never this intense before, though?"

the swordsman only chuckles slightly, eyeing the way two distinct pairs of eyes are sending glares at each other across the room. "well, you'll see soon enough."

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ashiro doesn't need to wait long.

fifteen minutes right after the conference meeting ended, there's already a commotion going on as she and hoshina enter the mess hall. the sight of two division captains; you and narumi having a stand-off in the middle of the hall greets them.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the captain narumi himself. have you managed to get past my shooting score yet, captain?" you drawl, crossing your arms as your words directly hit the mark.

narumi bares his teeth, "excuse me?! how about we talk about your combat power first, captain y/n." he spits. a tick mark seems to appear on your head. "oh yeah? you better watch your back, narumi. i'll reach full power soon enough and when the time comes, you're gonna eat your words," you seethe.

"as if! you couldn't even reach my level of hand-to-hand combat, could you?" narumi laughs mockingly, making you roll your eyes and scoff, "and you couldn't reach my level of marksmanship. get off your high horse, buddy."

"we hold the highest records for both of those categories, ya know?" hoshina suddenly chimes in, making both you and narumi turn your head so fast the third-divisioners are worried about the possibilities of you getting a whiplash.

"HAAHH?!" the two of you snarl, glaring at the intruder. hoshina only grins toothily and gives a casual shrug. ashiro who's been standing quietly beside her second, blinks in the midst of her engrossed stare.

"so it was them in the conference room earlier?" she lowly mutters, continuing to watch you two go back to bickering with each other.

though for some reason, curiosity begins to fill her once again, along with a newfound incredulity when narumi points a finger at you, "midnight it is then! you better be there or else!!"

so they're gonna go at it tonight? ashiro thinks.

still with your arms crossed, you haughtily narrow your eyes, "tch, i'm gonna beat your ass up so bad in mario kart you're gonna go to sleep crying after!" you snap.

the third division captain falters in her steps when the words finally register in her head. wait, mario kart...?

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[lamaenthel]

Clone Force 99, nicknamed the Bad Batch and designated as Experimental Unit Clone Force 99, was a clone commando special forces squad that was active during the Clone Wars. The squad initially consisted of five clone commandos that were designed with genetic mutations:

Crosshair, formerly designated CT-9904, was a clone commando who served in the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars as part of Clone Force 99. Crosshair possessed genetic mutations that gave him exceptional eyesight and marksmanship skills. As a result, he acted as a sniper and a long-range combatant.

Wrecker, formerly designated CT-9903, was a clone commando who served in the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars as part of Clone Force 99. Due to genetic mutations, Wrecker was much larger and stronger than the average clone trooper. He loved blowing things up, and served as the muscle and demolitions expert for his squad.

Tech, formerly designated CT-9902, was a clone commando who, as a result of his genetic mutations, served as the brains of his squad and was a valued asset in this regard, using his high intellect and mastery of technology to ensure their operations were successful. Even so, he was no less skilled in combat than the other three members.

Hunter, formerly designated CT-9901, was a Clone Sergeant who served as the commanding officer of Clone Force 99. He was genetically altered to have heightened senses and was able to sense electromagnetic frequencies from anywhere on a planet.

Ninety-Nine, formerly designated CT-9900, was a clone who suffered errors during the cloning process. His mutation was intended to provide him with an accelerated healing factor; while he did indeed heal wounds almost twice as fast as his brothers, his healing factor mutation unfortunately caused him to suffer severe progeria as a result of enhanced cellular turnover. Due to his valuable stem cells, bone marrow, and blood---which showed temporary improvements in wound healing speed in troopers who received transfusions---he was not terminated, and was instead removed from his squad at an early age and assigned maintenance duties. He was killed assisting Domino Squad in the defense of Kamino in 21 BBY.

The four surviving members of Clone Force 99 named their squad in honor of their fallen brother.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Fugitive!Bucky Barnes x Winter Solider!Reader

You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

Word count: 4k

A/N: This story is dedicated to @lizatill. Thank you for the encouragement!

He was your mission. 

Memories of his face permeated your mind. Still, cold, frozen in place. His chambers were situated opposite yours. Beautiful brunette locks framing his handsome features. Your HYDRA handler had confirmed he was your mark. Soldat. They offered no name for authentication. He was like you, a Winter Soldier.

You knew him. Deep down, you knew him. He was always there opposite you. His face was the first thing you saw when you woke and the last thing before you slept. He was a constant. Until now.

Your eyes opened to a grayness which made your soul feel as frigid as the Siberian tundra where you slept. Where was he?

They led you to a chair. You eyed the restraints with caution. It looked familiar and it chilled you to the bone. Echos of the past surrounded you. Haphazardly invading your brain, overwhelming your senses. Sleep had made you hazy.

"Ready to comply."

The words slipped past your lips, Pavlovian in nature. To them you were nothing. Pliable. Their Soldat. 

Plane tickets, civilian clothes, concealed weapons, a communication device. You weren't used to the VIP treatment. Your companion must be a valuable asset to them for your handler to have trusted you with such items. To you, he was your mission.

He was good at covering his tracks. You were better. You chased his scent across the continent.

Finally you landed in Romania and swiftly huddled yourself into a silver Taigun. The car was perfectly inconspicuous and afforded you the luxury of maneuvering yourself through the city with ease and a shelter over your head. You'd spent hours analyzing his face, his square jaw, the cleft on his chin barely visible through his dark facial hair, and his piercing blue eyes. His expression was vacant, expressionless. You could relate.

It was impossible to stop your fingers dancing across the screen, tracing the outline of those lips. What would they taste like? Where had that thought come from? You knew your mission. He was your mission. Recover the asset. Those were your orders.

It was your first time in Bucharest. The city was teeming with people, unsupervised, roaming freely, at their own pleasure. You felt a little lost, never having had the luxury of being let off your leash in such a manner in the past. You were determined to do a good job. Maybe they'd let you out again in the future. The thought gave you hope and determination. A fire flared in your soul, one you'd not experienced in the existence you remembered. Could you ever become like one of them?

You'd taken some time to acclimate to your new environment before focusing on your mission. It hadn't taken you long to locate your target. You had undeniable skill; not that you had the capacity to acknowledge this. Or maybe you were just drawn to him.

Once you'd spotted him, you were surprised that he had gone unnoticed until now. He was striking. His stature, his pose, it was exquisite. His perfectly sculpted physique was well hidden under layers of thick clothing of the early spring. His movements were mesmerizing, fluid in nature and had the deftness of someone with the serum coursing through their veins.

It wasn't the first time you'd faced this particular Winter Soldier. He had been tasked with your training; hand-to-hand, an assortment of weapons. His marksmanship was infallible. His aim was precise and every blow he delivered met its mark.

Your mind took you back to a particularly grueling memory of a combat session. You'd put up a fight and delivered your share of punches. In the end he'd gotten the better of you, the sparring ending with you flat on your back, his thighs straddling your waist, silver arm poised to deliver a fatal blow that never came. You could smell the faint musk of sweat as his toned frame perspired from its effort. 

You remembered him. You remembered the look of confusion on his face. You remembered the way his nostrils flared as his hips bucked, his brown locks falling across his face. You remembered the pressure of the swelling in his pants as it pushed against your core. You remembered how his eyes burned with a cold fire, icy blue and wild.

Karpov had been angry. Positively spitting with rage. You had no idea why. They had beaten him within an inch of his life and he had taken it, every single lash from the whip they kept conveniently stored on their belts. They'd lead him to the memory suppression machine, not bothering to sedate him for the process. He screamed and screamed.

You were ordered to watch.

You shadowed your mark for a week. Watching him like a predator stalking its prey. He behaved like all the other ants, blending into the background where no one gave him a second glance or thought. But he consumed your thoughts in every waking moment and invaded your dreams.

Dreams from which you woke drenched in sweat and left you feeling perturbed. The feelings that they evoked seemed foreign and you couldn’t recall any memories of the things he did in your dreams. They were horrifying and magical at the same time. The things he did to you were positively sinful, never in your waking existence had you experienced something as feral as the things he did to you in your dreams. He would ravage your body in the most unimaginable and gratifying way.

Soon your urge to keep your distance was becoming harder. You craved the closeness you had felt in your slumber. You’d never been a fan of sleep, you spent too much time asleep but fatigue eventually allowed you to succumb to the recovery process. But now, these salacious thoughts plagued your mind and you sought after Morpheus to put you under his spell.

Each new day brought you closer to discovering his abode. Care was needed, you wanted to trap your prey, leaving no room for error. If he got away from you, you knew you'd never see the light of day again. You'd pay the ultimate price.

Despite that knowledge, the desire to creep closer, to enter the derelict apartment complex you'd eventually discovered. In the end, you'd gone in to snoop around when you knew he wouldn't be home. Was this a home? You had no idea what the term actually meant, but you felt like you should. The word gave you a feeling of warmth and the place where you stood, the place where he slept didn't fit your definition of that feeling.

You hadn't planned on staying long. The windows were covered in newspapers, which meant you were safe from nosy neighbors. There was nothing there that spoke to you. Each item you'd laid a hand on had no sense of belonging to your soldat. You stood in the center and closed your eyes using your other senses to take in the space. As you did, you shifted your weight and the floorboards creaked under you. You looked down, the cogs in your brain turning.

You knelt down on the floor, wedged your fingers into a small gap and pried up the board. Just as you suspected, there was the hidden treasure you were looking for. The backpack contained around a dozen notebooks, filled with chicken scratch writing, comments, words, phrases, an occasional sentence. He'd taped newspaper cuttings into them with explanations of who the people were, how he was connected to them.

You flipped to the front page. In bigger capital letters was the word 'BUCKY'. Underneath he had scrawled a sentence; 'Your name is James Buchanan Barnes’. 

He had a name. It made you stop to wonder what was yours. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear him enter the apartment.

He knew something was off as he climbed the stairs. Bucky could feel it in his bones. Ever since he'd fought Steve on the helicarrier everything had changed. He was afraid. Afraid of being caught, afraid of who he was, afraid of going back. Now that he knew who he was, the identity they had stolen from him, he would die before he went back to them.

Bucky wrapped his fingers around the knife. There were several of them scattered about his person. The blade felt like an extension of his body, more so than the clunky metal fist he was sporting on his left side. Even though he controlled its actions, it felt like they used it to control him. Everyday he thought about removing it, but then where would he be without it? He hated that he still needed it, needed them.

He crept towards his front door and pressed his metal fingers against the door. It swung open quietly revealing you sitting on the floor of his humble abode. He recognized you in an instant.

Девушка.

How could he ever forget you? And he had. Bucky hadn't given you a single thought since the last time he knocked you down in training. Not one single thought, until now. Memories of your last encounter flooded his mind and blood surged through his vessels.

Was he dreaming?

You were there for one reason and one reason alone. To take him back. And he would never go back. And yet he stood there. He made no move to attack or to run. You mesmerized him into stillness.

You looked up and your eyes met, surprise reflected in your beautiful sparkling orbs. Your whole body tensed in anticipation of an attack that never came. He just stood there, you could see the way his fingers gripped the concealed knife he carried. It was his signature move. You knew it well, having been on the receiving end of his brutal takedowns.

"Bu-cky." Your mouth sounded out his name, speaking for the first time that day. You looked up at him looking for confirmation.

His face was as stoic as it had always been. Cold as ice, just like blue in his eyes. It seemed that the Winter Soldier had left the Siberian tundra, but the tundra had not left him. The small flame of hope you'd had for freedom flickered dangerously. But he hadn't moved. He hadn't struck you. And he hadn't fled.

"Why are you here?"

"To take you-"

You'd almost used the word 'home'. It seemed that he now called this God forsaken hovel his home. You rose slowly from the floor, so as not to startle your prey. He flexed in response and you caught a glint of muted light from the shaded window on his blade, but he stood his ground.

"I'm not coming with you."

You took a step to the side, arms slightly raised and palms open to show him you weren't wielding any weapons. He matched your movement, keeping the same distance between you. 

Prior to entering the apartment, you'd assessed the potential escape routes; the front door being the obvious choice and the balcony across the kitchen. He was on the top floor which meant that there was easy roof access. You could tell he was calculating which passage to use and you wanted to put yourself in a place where his choices would be harder to make. It was the only way you had to give yourself the upper hand. Or level the playing field at best. 

"I can't go back without you."

"Who says you have to go back?"

Your eyes widened at his words. It had never occurred to you that you didn't have to go back. You had a mission. He was your mission.

Bucky could see the cogs turning behind your eyes. Trying to comprehend a thought you'd never had, or ever remembered having. They'd treated you with as much respect as they had him.

"Do you know who you are?" he asked.

Your brows furrowed momentarily in confusion and Bucky used that moment to press his advantage. 

He pounced at you, like a wolf, aiming for the jugular. He missed by mere millimeters as you dropped under him and rolled to a defensive position, eyes immediately on your mission.

"I know who you are. That is enough." Your answer was simple.

"Ready to comply? Great strategy." 

There was a small sneer in his tone which made your fists clench with rage.

"You're my mission."

Bucky sprung again, this time with a spinning kick that was aimed at your chest. You grabbed his leg and used his momentum to guide his kick away from you. He was quick to adjust, grabbing your shoulder with his metal arm as you twisted away. He pushed you into the sturdy fridge. His body was forced against you to stop you from moving. The warmth of his body was a new sensation to you. You didn't remember having felt it before. He smelled of cigarettes, sweat and sausages, with possibly a hint of cinnamon.

His closeness made you weak at the knees and for a moment you gave in to the desire, the urge you'd felt all week. Did he know? Did he know how he affected you? They had seen it as weakness, would he scorn you for your covetousness?

As your shoulders slumped, Bucky relaxed the force he was applying on your torso. Had he hurt you?

"Are you-"

Bucky had no time to finish his question as you pushed yourself into his middle, propelling yourself forwards and knocking him off balance. Bucky stumbled back and you pressed your advantage, launching yourself onto his shoulders and locking your legs around his neck in a triangular chokehold. Both of you crashed to the floor with more noise than either of you would have liked. Unwanted attention was not on the agenda.

His breath was hot between your legs, his nose rubbed over your sex and you found yourself clenching reflexively. A groan slipped from your lips. It was instinctive and carnal as memories of your dream flashed through your mind. Bucky used your moment of distraction to free himself from your clutches. Both of you scrambled to opposite sides of the room, panting with exertion and desire. He was staring at you through strands of his tousled brunette tresses with confusion and surprise painted across his handsome features. He shifted uncomfortably, his knife-free hand ghosted over his crotch.

“What are you-”

You cut him off before he had the chance to ask his question. “Shut up!”

Your face was flushed with embarrassment and a throbbing need which pulsed between your legs. It made no sense, you wanted him to touch you and when he did, it wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, closer than you understood. The dreams you’d had were confusing, they felt like fragments of memories woven together by your Soldat.

Lunging forward, you attempted to snatch the blade from his relaxed hand. But he was too quick, grabbing your wrist and holding it in a vice-like grip with his metal fingers. You raised your left arm in a counter punch but his other wrist was wrapped around your fist. His grip was inescapable. His eyes wide as he searched your face for your intent.

"What do you want?" Bucky growled, as you struggled in his grip.

He pushed your hands apart which only brought you closer. His scent was intoxicating, his breath warm on your face. Lips parted as his tongue ran across them as he his eyes locked onto yours. 

"You! Ar-"

You had no chance to finish your sentence, his lips bombarded yours. Newly grown stubble brushed across his skin and his mouth eclipsed yours hungrily. It felt like he was devouring you. Eventually your mind recovered from this assault to your lips and you found yourself kissing him back with vigor. 

After a few moments of intense lip locking, he extricated himself from your lips

"What do you want?" He asked you again, his steely eyes penetrating your broken soul.

You swallowed nervously and answered quietly. "You."

Your Winter Soldier loosened his grip on your limbs and took a step towards you. One step after the other, his forward and yours back. He pinned you against the wall. The weight of his body pressed against yours was electrifying. You’d never been this close to another human being in your accessible memory. It felt new, your skin was on fire where he was still gripping your wrists. You wanted him to touch you everywhere.

Bucky leaned into your space further, his nose trailed across your face and he nuzzled your ear, taking in your unique scent. You heard a quiet rumbled growl from his throat as he nibbled lightly at your ear before he latched his mouth against your neck, sucking at the skin. The sensation made you want to scream, you tilted your head back further to let him work his way down to your clavicle. You were so lost in the burning on your neck that you hadn’t noticed his hands wrapping themselves around your hips. You hadn’t imagined that he could get any closer than he was, until you felt his erection pressed against you.

Your mission, no, your Soldat was more than you’d ever imagined. His hips pushed themselves against yours. Hungry. Urgent. Desperate. He was finally taking what he had been denied for long. His long fingers, flesh and metal dug into your skin as he continued to rut against your core. Your hands fell over his shoulders and you clawed at his clothes, fingers roaming across his broad shoulders, braiding into his long dark hair, tugging at his mane, your body crying out for him to fill you up.

He was starting to get more impatient, wanting to feel more of you, to feel himself inside you. He grappled with your clothing, stripping away each offending time of clothing covering your toned supple body. You complied with every one of his demands. You were always ready to comply. He was becoming less and less restrained about taking what he wanted and your mind felt wild with every new sensation you were experiencing.

He had stripped you bare in a matter of moments, shedding most of his layers as well. Your bare skin was dotted with beads of sweat, patches of red swollen skin littered your neck where he had marked his territory. His eyes took in the beautiful sight before him. You felt no shame, letting him look. You were no stranger to being exposed, HYDRA would poke and prod you regularly, but never in your time with them had you felt the scorching heat between your legs. The desire you felt to touch yourself was irresistible. So you did. A strangled gasp escaped your lips as your fluid covered fingers brushed your uncovered clit for the first time. Your Soldat let you explore as he worked on freeing himself from the dark denim restraints, his soldier standing to attention and ready for action.

His metal fist was wrapped around the base of his cock, gliding back and forth. He reached out, pulling your hand away from your folds, making you whine in irritation. Your Soldat held your wrist firmly, and guided it to his mouth. He sucked your fingers, tasting your essence, making his member throb with need. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. He had waited so long for this, he remembered just how long he had waited. You took his right hand and pulled it towards you. He groped you sloppily, clutching your breasts, kneading your ass, squeezing your thighs. Every touch, every squeeze made you moan out loud. He touched you everywhere except the place you wanted him to the most.

Almost as though he knew what you were thinking, Soldat’s lips were on yours again. His cock shoved between your legs. You bit down on his lower lip, making him cry out in surprise. The fire in his eyes blazed angrily as he looked at you and for a moment you thought he would strike you, but he smirked and pushed his chest up against you. Feet between yours, he pushed your knees apart. He brushed his tip across your sensitive leaking folds, sliding over your clit in the most ecstatic manner. You sucked on his lip as he teased your entrance, coating himself in your juices in preparation for his pleasure.

Without warning, he slipped inside you. The force of his bucking hips lifted you clean off your feet with a small scream. He caught you with ease as you sheathed him fully. Your thighs straddled his hips and arms around his neck keeping you both connected in the closest possible way. His hands found purchase on your ass, as he carried you across to the kitchen counter. There was no way the table would survive ravaging you were about to experience.

As soon as your weight rested on the counter, he slammed back into you with so much force you were almost knocked backwards, your back arching from the inferno that devoured you from the inside out. Soon the only thing that could be heard were the lewd sounds of skin on skin. You had to put your hands behind you for support as he thrusted into you. Over and over. Only your hearing caught the soft grunts of exertion that came from his throat as he chased his release. You wanted more, to hear him moan without restraint, loudly enough for the sound to echo in your ears. The sound you’d heard only in your dreams. But your voice failed you, the breath knocked out of your lungs with every thrust that hit a special spot inside you leaving you utterly speechless.

He was so lost in his rhythm, hitting you deep and hard. Again and again. Faster and faster. He pounded into you relentlessly until you were so lost in a frenzy of fireworks that seemed to be exploding inside you. You were sobbing and whimpering as you climaxed with his cock buried deep inside you, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. He kept up his ruthless pace until he too was pulsing, spilling his load inside you. The warm milk of his release filled you in repeated spurts, spilling from your walls. His cock twitched, still inside of you, now sated and empty.

You'd never seen your Soldat so breathless. His chest still towered over you. You looked up. His eyes were honed in on your face, as though he were trying to commit your features to his fickle memory. Only when a pink tinge graced your cheeks that his intensity lessened and he pulled away, leaving you feeling empty and alone.

You watched as he retrieved his pants and his blade, tucking it away from sight. He dressed quickly, glancing at the door, listening for signs of intruders. But you were the only one who'd come for him today.

Once he was dressed, he turned back to stare at you, back on guard for your next move. He watched you like a hawk as you put your clothes back on. 

"So what now?" he asked. 

"Come with me. You're my-"

"Mission," you both said in unison.

"Yeah, I know." Bucky sighed. "You're not safe here."

"Come with me." You didn't know what else to say.

"You don't have to go back."

"Come with me."

Bucky’s eyes widened, finally understanding what you meant. You wanted him to run away with him.

"I can't," he whispered, almost regretfully.

HYDRA wouldn’t let both of you go so easily. Two Winter Soldiers on the run together were far more conspicuous than being alone. He was too recognizable. You’d be better off alone.

What did he mean? What did this mean for you? Could you become just one of the ants? Miniscule, insignificant, free? You were special. You had potential. You could be so much more. And with your Soldat at your side, you'd be unstoppable. Your flight of fancy was interrupted by a book. A book Bucky held out in front of you. 

"What's this?" you demanded, flipping through the empty pages.

"It's for you. Use it."

"For what?"

"To help you remember. You don't have to be a Winter Soldier. You don't have to belong to them. You don't have to comply. You can be free."

"But-" you hesitated before asking. "What's my mission?"

"You can choose."

[mayberrycryptid]

Steve’s Navy Record - Or, I noticed something interesting

From Pinterest, no credit given. Edit: found source, added link below!

While digging around for photos of the team’s headquarters, I found a close up somebody had taken of Steve’s display of his Navy medals and ribbons. What I found interesting is that his service is noted from 1993 to 2010. I know he went through BUD/S in 1999, and I guess I just never stopped to consider that entering the Naval Academy is considered part of his career.

Also, for anybody who needs it, here is the list of Steve's medals and awards. I posted it once before when somebody asked, but that was ages ago:

Personal decorations

Silver Star

Bronze Star, w/"V" Device

Purple Heart, w/1 gold award star (2nd award)

Joint Service Commendation Medal

Navy & Marine Corps Commendation Medal, w/2 gold award stars (3rd award)

Joint Service Achievement Medal, w/1 bronze oak leaf cluster (2nd award)

Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medal

Combat Action Ribbon, w/1 gold award star (2nd award)

Unit awards

Presidential Unit Citation

Joint Meritorious Unit Award

Navy Unit Commendation

Service awards

Fleet Marine Force Ribbon

Campaign and service awards

National Defense Service Medal

Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal, w/3 bronze service stars (4th award)

Afghanistan Campaign Medal, w/3 bronze service star (4th award)

Iraq Campaign Medal, w/2 bronze service star (3rd award)

Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal

Global War on Terrorism Service Medal

Humanitarian Service Medal

Service and training awards

Sea Service Deployment Ribbon, w/4 bronze service stars (5th award)

Foreign awards

George Cross

Marksmanship awards

Navy Expert Rifleman Medal

Navy Expert Pistol Shot Medal

Other accoutrements

Special Warfare insignia

Naval Parachutist Badge

tagging @cowandcalf cuz I know you are as obsessed with every detail of Steve’s naval career as I am😁