If you have never been in, or aren’t around people who’ve been in, I would dearly love to give you a few pointers.
Let me preface this: I love it when people write military fics (be they AU or canon-fic). I love the characterizations, the story arcs you create, and the love with which you create the stories.
But I’d like to help you make the actions of military personnel as accurate as possible, so someone who’s actually in doesn’t start to read your fic and roll their eyes at some of the things you unknowingly write.
-First off, you do not salute in civilian clothes. It’s actually unauthorized. There are only two exceptions to this rule: the President is allowed to salute in civvies, and if the national anthem is playing outdoors, combat veterans are now allowed to salute. (That came about in 2010, for accurate reference.)
-Do not salute indoors, unless during a formation (but I doubt people who don’t have intimate knowledge of drill and ceremony would bother writing about a formation, so that point is mostly just thrown in for shits and giggles).
-The army and air force do not say, “sir, yes sir”. That’s a marine thing (I’m not sure about the navy, since I’m not in the navy, but I’m sure someone else could help out if there’s a question about it).
-Saying “black ops” isn’t really something we do. For the army, you’ve got SF (which is how we refer to special forces–the guys you’re probably thinking about (”green beret” is an old term for them that’s not really used anymore)) and Rangers for the two big special operations forces. SEALS are the navy force, and I apologize, but I don’t know the other branches’ special forces. Again, ask someone who’s served in that branch.
-People don’t usually refer to themselves (or others) by their ranks. Exceptions are usually made if hanging out with people from your unit speaking about a superior, such as “Yeah, LT and I were talking the other day and …”.
-Sergeants are not referred to as “sarge”. You have no idea how many people got the shit smoked out of them in basic for that error.
-Army goes through Basic Training (or Basic Combat Training now; BCT for short), and marines go through Boot Camp. Yes, there is definitely a difference in terms. Army people tend to refer to their initial training as simply “basic”. I don’t know about marines or other branches.
-Calling someone “Soldier” is really something only done on TV/film. It’s usually mocked by people who are in.
-In the army, it is against regulation to just stick your hands in your pockets. We mockingly call them “Air Force gloves”, though I don’t know if they typically put their hands in their pockets. There is also a big stigma against wearing “snivel gear”: the poly pro cold-weather protection gear worn underneath your uniform.
-The everyday Army uniforms are called ACUs (Army Combat Uniform). They are never called anything else, but especially not fatigues. If you’re going back to 2003 or earlier, the uniform was BDUs, or the Battle Dress Uniform. The tan uniforms worn during the Gulf War and first few years of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF) and Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF; Afghanistan) were called first chocolate chips (gulf war-era) and then DCUs (Desert Combat Uniform).
-The dress uniform is called something different depending on what time period you’re going for. Saying “dress uniform” is usually a good bet, because you’ve also got Class A’s, Class B’s, ASUs, Dress Blues, Khakis, etc.
-Typically when meeting someone else who’s in, the first things you ask are, “What’s your MOS (military occupational specialty–your job)? Where were you stationed?” Giving out rank and deployment backgrounds out of the blue don’t usually happen.
-Time spent in the military is usually referred to as simply being “in”. “How long were you in for?” is heard way more often than “how long did you serve for?” That question is usually asked by civilians.
-There are enlisted, and there are officers. Enlisted are those who start out as privates, work their way up through the NCO, or non-commissioned officer ranks: sergeant (called “buck sergeant” in a derogatory term for someone who has been freshly promoted), staff sergeant, sergeant first class, and eventually get to first sergeants and sergeants major after fifteen to thirty years in. Officers also usually start out as privates and specialists, then graduate from college and commission as second lieutenants (the derogatory term is “butter bar” and is usually used in reference to said officer’s lack of experience and knowledge) before working up to first lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel (”light colonel”), and colonel (”full bird”). The general timeline is making captain (”getting your railroad tracks”) after about 5-8 years for competent officers, and spending 5-10 years as a captain.
-We do not stand at parade rest unless forced. Ever.
-Or at attention.
-When talking to an NCO, a lower enlisted will stand at parade rest. When talking to an officer, an enlisted will stand at attention.
-The highest ranking NCO is lower ranking than the lowest ranking officer.
-If you want to throw in some humor, if there is a lower enlisted (E-4 (specialist) or below) joking with an NCO, and the lower enlisted says something, the NCO can snark back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you because you weren’t standing at the position of parade rest.” It’s a dick move usually to call people out for that, but it happens often enough that if you put that in a fic, someone who’s in will likely laugh at that for a few minutes.
-There is a term for a slacker in the army called POG (pronounced “pohg” with a long o). It stands for Personnel Other than Grunt, meaning everyone who’s not infantry. The term has transformed to mean anyone who shirks their duty or is kind of a shitbag and should be kicked out.
-There’s also a bit of a stereotype that infantry are made up of dumb guys, because you don’t need a high GT score to get that MOS. Their nomenclature for their MOS is 11B (eleven bravo), which is often referred to as an “eleven bang-bang” when trying to insult them.
-If someone is making someone else do push-ups, they do not say “drop and give me x number”. They’ll tell them either to push, or tell them to get in the front-leaning rest. The front-leaning rest position is the starting position for the push-up.
-Usually referring to basic training and AIT (advanced individual training, where you learn your military occupational specialty), you get “smoked” on a regular basis. This refers to PT (physical training), usually in the form of push-ups, flutter kicks, and sprints. It’s not fun. One of the least favorite phrases to hear in basic is, “Platoon, attention! Half-left face! Front leaning rest position, move. In cadence! Exercise!” Because that is the full command for getting people to do push-ups. There is literally no other reason for the half-left face movement. It honestly exists only for push-ups.
-It is awkward as fuck to be told “thank you for your service”. It’s wonderful that people want to show their support, but it is very difficult to respond to that without sounding like a douche.
I know I said a lot about basic training in there, but that’s because I tend to read a lot of fics that are either about basic or about deployments. I can give some pretty firm answers on basic, but everyone’s deployment is different, and I also could be violating a shit-ton of OPSEC (operation security) by telling you guys specific details about deployments. Everything I’ve told you is information you can look up on your own on the internet, but this is a bit more insider’s culture for you to help make your stuff more accurate.
And if you ever find yourself writing a military fic and have questions, by all means, inbox me. I’ve been in for almost nine years and I do have one deployment under my belt, so I can give you accurate army info. I’ve never served in any other branch, though, but I can probably give you a little bit more accurate info than what the movies do if you’ve got general questions.
Also, if you’ve got questions about PTSD, I can help with that. It’s not the cake walk that a good deal of fics portray it as, and it doesn’t always involve nightmares and aversion to touch. It can present as depression, intense anger issues, pulling away from loved ones, driving in the middle of the road, freaking out over pops, bangs, crashes and other unexpected noises, being easily startled by things other than noises, hypervigilance, the inability to sit with one’s back to the room, sudden bouts of anger, depression, tears, silence, or mood swings, among many others.
-Also, please, please, if you’re going to write about someone with a disability, or something that gave them a medical discharge, talk to me about the VA first, unless you’ve got a lot of knowledge about them. Not only am I in, but I’ve also worked professionally for the VA, some of that time in enrollment and eligibility, so I know a lot about disability pensions, who would qualify, what type of benefits they would qualify for, etc. I also know the ways that people can accidentally get screwed over from the VA. (It’s actually one of my long-term professional goals to change some of those things, so I am very passionate and very knowledgeable about it.)
TL;DR: I know shit about the military and the VA. Ask me if you have accuracy questions.
There’s nothing I hate more than a story that didn’t even try to get its ranks right. Why is a major giving orders to a colonel? Why is a first sergeant working with a bunch of fuzzies? Why the hell did you just call the sergeant major ‘sir’?
Military ranks are different across the branches, but if your story features the U.S. Army, here’s a breakdown of enlisted ranks and rank etiquette. (other branches coming soon!)
Basics Ranks in the army follow a numerical pattern, so if you’re ever not quite sure what the name of the rank higher is, you can reference them by nomenclature. E-series: E stands for enlisted. This refers to soldiers from private to sergeant major. O-series: O stands for officer. This refers to soldiers from second lieutenant to general. O-series post coming soon! W-series: W stands for warrant officer. This refers to soldiers from warrant officer 1 to chief warrant officer 5. W-series post coming soon!
In ACUs, (army combat uniform) the rank is worn in the center of the chest via a velcro patch. In class-A uniforms, the rank is worn on the shoulder.
Each pay grade earns slightly more per month than the one before it. Officers make significantly more money per month than enlisted. Time in service also affects pay, meaning a sergeant who’s been in six years will make more than a staff sergeant who’s been in three years.
E-1: Private Most people who enlist come in at E-1 unless they were in JROTC, have a college degree, or performed some other feat with their recruiters prior to enlisting i.e. volunteer work, good P.T. scores, etc. This is the lowest pay grade and has no rank. Soldiers who are E-1s do not wear a rank. also known as: PV1, fuzzy (because they wear no velcro rank, there’s a patch of bare fuzz in the middle of their uniform. You can buy a patch to cover it.) Title: Private, PV1
E-2: Private Yes, there are two ranks by the name of private. You reach E-2 automatically after six months of enlistment. If you enroll in the Delayed Entry Program or have an acceptable P.T. card with your recruiter, you can enlist as an E-2 instead of an E-1. At E-2, you more or less have no more power than an E-1. also known as : PV2 Title: Private, PV2
E-3: Private First Class The final “private” class. You reach E-3 automatically after 12 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been an E-2 for at least four months. If you were in JROTC for four years, you enter automatically at this rank. This rank still doesn’t have much power, but may be put in charge of other privates and may assist their team leader with tasks, and on occasion may be a team leader themselves. also known as : PFC Title: Private, PFC.
E-4: Specialist/Corporal The last “junior enlisted” class. You reach specialist automatically after 24 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been a PFC for at least six months. If you enlist with a completed four year college degree, you can start out as an E-4 instead of an E-1. Specialists tend to be team leaders and may be in charge of other specialists and privates. When no NCOs are present, the senior specialist is in charge.
Corporal, while technically the same pay grade as specialist, is actually an essentially higher rank. It’s a special rank only bestowed on those who are in leadership positions and are awaiting the appropriate time in service/time in grade to be promoted to sergeant. Corporals are considered NCOs while specialists are considered junior enlisted. Strictly speaking corporals and specialists are the same rank, but in most situations, corporals out rank specialists. also known as: shamshields, (specialist only) SPC, CPL Title: Specialist, Corporal
Man, all of that text is boring. Let’s break it up a bit with some rank etiquette, shall we?
• Lower enlisted (E-1 thru E-4) tend to call each other by their surname regardless of rank. Even an E-1 will probably be calling a specialist just by their name. The exception is Corporals, who are considered NCOs and are referred to by rank.
• E-5 and above are referred to as “NCOs,” or non-commissioned officers.
• NCOs with similar ranks might call each other by their surnames and will call lower enlisted by their surnames. When discussing another NCO with a lower enlisted, they will use that NCO’s proper rank. So a sergeant speaking to a PFC will say “Sergeant Smith needs you,” not “Smith needs you.” Freshly promoted sergeants who still hang out with lower enlisted might not mind their friends calling them their surnames in private, but formally and professionally they’re expected to address their senior properly.
• Lower enlisted ranks are often called “joes,” especially when an NCO is addressing another NCO about their squad or platoon. “Have your joes had chow yet?” = “Have the soldiers directly under your command eaten yet?”
• It’s considered inappropriate for lower enlisted to hang out with NCOs and it’s discouraged, especially in the work place.
Are you all rested up? Great! Let’s get back to the ranks.
Finally: the NCO ranks! Unlike the previous ranks, you cannot automatically rank up to sergeant. You must attend special courses and be seen by a promotion board where you’ll be expected to recite the NCO creed and have knowledge appropriate for an non-commissioned officer. From this rank on, lower-ranked soldiers will refer to you as “sergeant” and you will likely be a squad leader or in another leadership position.
• Lower enlisted do NOT refer to sergeants by their surname unless it is paired with their rank. “Sergeant Smith,” not just “Smith,” or your private will be doing a lot of push-ups.
• No one calls them “Sarge.” Like… just don’t do it friends.
• Some pronounce sergeant in such a way it sounds as though the g is dropped entirely. Ser-eant, or phonetically, “saarnt.”
also known as: SGT
E-6: Staff Sergeant
Sergeant Plus. You probably will have similar responsibilities to an E-5, meaning probably a squad leader unless you need to fill in for a platoon sergeant. Don’t misunderstand; in lower enlisted ranks, private and private first class aren’t that much of a difference. E-5 and E-6 are a definite difference though. It is acceptable to call an E-6 either “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of staff sergeant.
also known as: SSG
E-7: Sergeant First Class
At this point the ranks become known as “senior NCO.” E-7 and above cannot be demoted by normal means. It actually requires a court martial or congressional approval to demote an E-7. Like, it’s surprisingly hard to demote people after this point. I once knew an E-7 who got busted with a DUI and STILL didn’t lose his rank.
Anyway, it’s still appropriate to call an E-7 “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of sergeant first class. SFCs may be platoon sergeants or in some circumstances may hold a first sergeant position. While positioned as a first sergeant, they should be referred to as “first sergeant.” Unless you work at battalion level or higher, this is probably the highest NCO rank you’ll interact with regularly, and in some cases interacting with an E-7 can be as big a deal as interacting with an E-8.
also known as: SFC
E-8: First Sergeant/Master Sergeant
Another dual-rank. First sergeants are the NCO in charge of a company and are usually the highest ranking NCO soldiers will interact with regularly. They run the company alongside the company commander. All NCOs answer to them and most beginning of the day and end of the day formations will be initiated and ended with them. It is only appropriate to refer to a first sergeant as “first sergeant” or “first sergeant (name).” Do not just call them “sergeant.”
Master sergeants are E-8s who are not in a first sergeant position. Typically these people wind up working in offices in battalion or brigade. It’s only appropriate to refer to a master sergeant as “master sergeant” or “master sergeant (name).”
also known as: 1SG, FSG, (first sergeant only) MSG (master sergeant only)
Titles: First Sergeant, Master Sergeant.
E-9: Sergeant Major or Command Sergeant Major
We finally reach the end of the list: Sergeant Major, the highest ranking NCO. Sergeant Majors will be found at battalion level and higher. Command Sergeant Majors are those that hold a leadership position in a battalion, brigade, etc, like first sergeant vs master sergeant. It is appropriate to refer to E-9s as “sergeant major” or “sergeant major (name).” Typically, a command sergeant major will be referred to AS command sergeant major.
In the U.S., the plural form of sergeant major is “sergeants major.” Outside the U.S., “sergeant majors” can be correct.
also known as: SGM, CSM
Title: Sergeant Major
Now, for the most important announcement:
Soldiers NEVER, and I mean NEVER, refer to an NCO as “sir” or “ma’am.” Forget what the movies tell you; if your first sergeant is chewing you out, you do not say “ma’am, yes ma’am!” You’ll earn yourself some push-ups and some cleaning duty and probably a counseling. Do you see how under every rank I’ve provided a “title” section? That’s how your soldiers address that rank. Period. The only people who get called “sir” and “ma’am” are civilians and officers. Cannot tell you how many movies I’ve rolled my eyes into my skull because some snot-nosed private is calling their squad leader “sir.” Please cease this immediately. Thank you.
That’s all for scriptsoldier’s rank breakdown of enlisted ranks! Stay tuned for our breakdown of officers, warrant officers, and how your rank affects your standing in your unit!
“Didn’t I tell you not to shout at me?”
**Frustrated panicking groaning**
So because I’m so obsessed with farm boy aka Oscar I took the liberty of drawing up a travel outfit for this poor soul
Also why the deer? I did some research behind the name Oscar and it turned out to mean “Deer Friend” in Celtic. Also it’s the name of an actual figure in Celtic folklore, Oscar from the Fenian Cycle. I doubt farm boy has any relations to the myth but that’s not gonna stop me from putting plaid on this kid. PS: It also means divine spear or god spear so hmmmm potential weapon maybe???
#6 “I need a place to stay”, #12 “she’s hiding behind the sofa”, #16 “you’re getting crumbs all over my bed”, and #19 “Your Satan”
Words: I don’t even know and it’s 4 am and I’m tired
Ok, so maybe pranking the avengers wasn’t the greatest idea you had. Clint and Natasha were thankfully on a mission, if you’d pranked them your ass would have been grass a long time ago.
But unfortunately, you and Bucky had spray painted one of Tony’s suits pink and purple to which he chased you throughout the tower, Bucky howling with laughter as you ran down the corridors.
Bucky decorated Steve’s shield and combat uniform with pictures of Tony’s face, and while he napped you drew a goatee resembling Tony’s with a sharpy. You ran when you heard him yelp when he got to the bathroom.
You hid Lazerbeak and disabled the tracker so Sam couldn’t find it, and Bucky cut holes in all of his socks and cut the straps to his goggles, he claimed revenge for Sam drinking the last of his orange juice. Bucky’s Orange juice!
A/N: This oneshot is based on the song “Something Just like This” by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I love so much this song, it’s like a drug!
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Will come back. Fist.
I take a deep breath, and in the meantime, I take the bottle of water, and I
drink. By now, it’s been two weeks since Bucky left for a mission in Russia,
along with Steve and Tony. I remained at the base of the Avengers, until my
boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, not back. I hate staying at home alone; It reminds me
every fucking minute that he’s not there, and the silence overwhelms me. So for
now I sleep in the room next to Natasha; At least I try. I miss Bucky. I miss my
boyfriend. I miss his voice, his contagious laugh, his eyes staring at me, his
soft and sweet lips on mine, his arms around my waist. It’s horrible to be so
far away from him, and not having news of him.
I drain the anger and frustration pulling punches in punching bag, but doesn’t
help much; I hear the gym door open, and enters Natasha smiling.
“Y/n, dinner is almost ready.”
Without another word, Natasha comes out, and I remain alone again. I sigh; she
and Sam are the fantastic friends, and in all this time that Bucky is not
there, did everything they could to distract me; we went to the movies, to eat
a pizza, at Luna Park. But they’re not my Bucky.
I return to my room, and after a quick shower, I go into the kitchen. Natasha
and Sam are already there, sitting on the couch watching a movie; after
greeting Sam, I sit down beside him, and I watch the film with them. Just when
it’s late, I greet you both, and silently I go back in the room. This is my daily
routine, for two long weeks.
I want my Bucky.
Will come back. Fist.
And another day began; after breakfast, Sam and I have made a run, and we bet
about who was faster; when there is no Steve to run with him, Sam is always
happy, because it’s easier to win for him.
When we returned to base, I’m back in the gym, and I started to give again to
punch the punching bag; it’s the only thing that calms me. After a while I stop
and support the forehead of the punching bag, and I close my eyes; Bucky is my
life, since I was back to being himself. The first time I met him, he was still
the Winter Soldier, and I have done nothing but fight him; he was strong, and
he put me to the mat in a few moves. At that moment I thought that I hated him.
I am a proud person, and I hate to lose; in spite of everything, I felt a
shiver when our eyes met. I didn’t pay much attention, but when Bucky is back
to being.. Bucky, everything changed.
He’s fantastic, sweet, and kind, and even broken. And since we attend us, he
makes me feel alive. For him it wasn’t easy to get back to ‘normal’ life, what
the HYDRA did to him.. after all this time, sometimes he wakes up at night,
because of a nightmare, and I try to comfort the more likely. I am still
absorbed in my thoughts, when I hear the door open; without looking, I sigh.
“Yeah, Nat. Lunch is ready. ”
“Can I be your food?”
I open my eyes when I hear his voice; I quickly turn to the door to be sure I
recogniz the voice of my boyfriend, or if it’s just a dream; but he’s there.
Bucky, in his combat uniform, half dirt, but all his glory. Instinctively, I
run towards him, and in a few seconds I throw myself into his arms, my legs
around his waist. We remain silent for a while, enjoying this intimate moment
between us; I inhale his scent, I brush his skin with the fingers.
“I missed you so much.”
I blush, and having stretched the legs and resting my feet on the ground, I look
in his eyes.
Bucky smiles, and laying his hands cupped my cheeks, he grabs my lips with his,
and pulls me to his chest. How much he missed me..
I try to deepen the kiss, but then I remember that we are in the gym, and that
someone can come suddenly.
“I missed you too.” he says when we move away, his arms still around
“When did you come back?”
“I have just returned. Natasha had told me you were here, and then I’m
over here right away.”
I smile. He tries to get close, but jokingly I run him by me.
“Calm down, big boy. You need a shower, and long. ”
He laughs; I’m so happy that he is here with me, and his laugh is so contagious,
that I begin laughing too.
“Why are you crying?” he suddenly asked; I frown, and I touch my face
with the hand. I feel it’s wet, and I smile.
“I’m just glad you’re here.”
Bucky pulls me to him, and kisses my forehead.
“How about if we go back to our home?” he asks me as grazes my ear
with his lips, making me shiver, “Take a shower, we have dinner, and we’re
I swallow hard when I hear the last words; now that he’s finally back, I want
him all to myself.
“Let’s go back to our home.”
After entering the house, me
and Bucky we head both in the bathroom. I open the valve of the tap, and while
the tub fills with hot water, I undress. I remain alone with the bra and
panties, and suddenly I feel the Bucky’s eyes fixed on me. I smile, and satisfied
with the effect that I do to him, I glance over my shoulder.
“Like what you see, James?”
I call him by his first name, knowing what causes in him when he hears my voice
say it; he’s approaching menacingly at me, his hands touching my hips, and I
feel a shiver along my spine when his metal fingers brush my bare skin. My back
touch his bare chest, and Bucky leaves wet kisses in the hollow of my neck.
“After all this time, hell, of course I like it, doll.”
I turn to him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, I brush his lips, and I
shrink, trying to provoke him.
“Will you do me the honour, James, to take my clothes off?”
“I’m the one just returned from a mission. You should undress me. ”
I bite my lip, and not make me say it twice, I lower the zipper of his pants,
and I lower them along with the boxer; he does the same with me, and when we
are both naked, we enter into the tub, facing each other. We relax both in
contact with the hot water, that loosens our tense muscles. I look at Bucky,
and only now I notice a tinge of sadness in his face; I was so glad to see him
again, I didn’t ask him how was your mission. When I ask him, with a sad look
tries to divert the issue. If he doesn’t want to talk, it means that something
went wrong. I get close to him, and sat down on his legs, I obliged him to look
“What’s wrong, Buck?”
He swallows, and then look at me; he touches my cheek with his metal arm, and a
sad smile appears on his face.
“I don’t understand.”
“Why did you choose me? Why are you with me? ”
I remain surprised by his words; I thought he knew why I’m with him. We talked
about it a lot of times.
“Because I love you, Bucky.”
“Are you sure?”
I feel the tears fill my eyes, and I am speechless. Why he thinks I don’t love
“Bucky what happened during the mission?”
Bucky continues to look helpless, and after a while he sighs, and looks down.
“We saved the civilians by.. a bomb, I think. And when at last they were
safe, people have approached us to thank us. They were so happy to see Captain
America and Iron Man. But when they saw me.. I think they were afraid. I know
it’s a stupid thing, but.. I’m not a hero, Y/n. Steve and Tony are. I’m just a
horrible experiment, which kill.. ”
Bucky doesn’t finish the sentence because of me. My lips are placed on his, and
I kiss him hard; my tongue makes contact with his, and my teeth biting his
bottom lip, making him moan. I feel his erection touching my leg, but I try not
to pay attention; I just want him to understand that I didn’t need a hero.
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
We finish the kiss, but my lips
brush even those of Bucky, while his arms leaning on my waist. I look into his
eyes, trying not to cry.
“Those people are idiots, they don’t know what they missed. If they got to
you, they would know that you are a wonderful, sweet, kind, and selfless. I
love you, Bucky.”
“I was a monster before.” Bucky says, the trembling voice. Tears
streaming down his face, and I push off with the thumbs. I put my lips on his
again, then on the cheeks, then on the eyes, then on the forehead; I wrap my
arms around his neck and I hug him.
“It wasn’t your fault. You were under the control of HYDRA, but now you
are free. You have your life again, you have your best friend, and other
friends who love you. You have me. I don’t need a superhero.”
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss
The Bucky’s metal arm is laying
on my back, massaging it up and down.
My eyes met his, and he slings on my lips, and kisses me. I put my hands cupped
over his face, and I closer and closer to me; my body in contact with his
drives me crazy, and makes the same effect on Bucky. He begins to torture the
hollow’s neck, then the collarbone, up to fall on my breasts; he leaves me deep
marks, making me moan. His erection pushes more towards me, and I just want to
feel him inside of me, to make him feel how much I love him.
“I know doll, I know..”
Bucky pushes me away from him on the other side of the tub, and ranks on me;
our movements they drop the water on the floor, but none of us matter at this
time. My hands are on his shoulders, while he brushes my entry without
preamble, and in a moment his cock inside me. I yell, while Bucky fills me more
and more; he begins to push, and I cling closer to him, my legs around his
waist. Our skin slamming against each other, and the water that moves around
our bodies, it causes weird sounds.
“I love you, Y/n.”
My eyes met his, and Bucky pushes more and more inside of me. I arch my back,
and I try to still get closer to him.
“I love you too, Bucky. I love you so much.. ”
It’s true. I love him. Despite the things that he did, in spite of the horrors
he lived, I love him. I feel my body tremble, and then I come, continuing to
repeat his name, and that I love him. Bucky groans, and with one final push he
comes too. I don’t care if for the others he’s not a superhero; I don’t love
the Winter Soldier. I love Bucky Barnes.
Oh I want something just like this
Oh I want something just like this
After our intimate moment, and
putting in order the bathroom, me and Bucky we put in the kitchen to cook
something. We laughed and joked, and almost burned the kitchen. Now we’re both
lying on the couch, me in his arms, with the TV on. Bucky caresses my hair, and
suddenly I feel him smile.
“You know you’re beautiful with this shirt on?”
I smile, realizing that the shirt is talking about is his. I lifted my face to
look at him, and my eyes meet his.
“I have to thank the owner of the shirt.”
His lips brush my temple, and I feel a shiver down my spine; it always happens
when he touches me.
“Now you know.” I say suddenly, losing myself in his grey eyes. He
furrows his eyebrows, not understanding what I’m talking about.
“That I’m with you for who you are, not for what you do.”
“I love you, Y/n.”
“And I love you, Bucky Barnes.”
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(Possibly) dumb question: what do “ordinary" people, especially women, wear in the SW universe?
I’m trying to envision casual clothes for a story, and coming up blank. Like, there have been plenty of military/combat uniforms onscreen, ditto formal gowns and other ceremonial clothing, but other styles…? Leia’s Cloud City ensemble is the only one that springs to my mind right away.
Sure, I can handwave pretty much whatever I want to dress someone in, but I’m still interested in canon information. Any references (visual or text) you have would be very welcome!
Set in my Kingsglaive AU where Nyx works as a bodyguard for Luna on a daily basis.
Summary: A Nif squadron attacked the Princess Oracle’s convoy and now Nyx and Luna are all alone, separated from the others.
Author’s Note: I’m not satisfied with this one but I hope you guys will like it.
could finally feel her heart beating slowly. She listened to it and silently
wished for a tranquil evening despite her current situation.
again, she was out into the world and survived another sudden fray. A large Niflheim
squadron came to capture her from her convoy on the way back to the crown city. It started the familiar chaos that brought fire and destruction. Fortunately, despite the danger,
there was a chance for her to escape and her glaive escort made sure she took it.
things didn’t entirely go the way as planned.
dark trees had surrounded them now. The shadows they casted stretched on to the
earthy ground as the sun continued to sink into the horizon. They had been
walking deep into the forest for safety. They only stopped until the glaive
initiated a rest. As she leaned onto the rough bark of the nearest tree, Luna
nursed her grazed arm by covering the small wound with a palm. Meanwhile, Nyx
was busy fiddling with the communicator that he wore on his ear. After a few
taps, a couple of his fingers pressed on it.
is Ulric for status report.The princess is safe for now. We need emergency
transport.” he stated as he paced slightly. He paused before speaking
again. “Can anybody read me?”
brows creased as he waited for whatever replies that may come from the tiny speaker.
Eventually, there was only silence. Still, he continued.
lost the Nifs, but I’m not sure if we can stay hidden for long. We need the
pause, but this time he seemed more wary.
anyone here me? Anyone?”
from the frown on his lips none seemed to have received his messages. He
repeated the status report and the pick-up request a couple of times more until
his voice became gruffer. No one was there to listen which almost certainly meant that no one
was going to come for them. In the dimming forest, a feeling of bleakness came.
With all her mind Luna tried to bury it, but seeing his eyes conveying his inner
qualm and then his head shaking slightly out of disdain made it a bit more difficult.
an attempt to change that, Luna straightened her back and spoke. “Maybe we can
go back to the road.”
glanced at her with one of his brows raised. “And do what?” he scoffed. “Fight
off a hundred of those MTs and get ourselves killed this time?”
the snarky tone didn’t stop her from trying once more. “I was saying that there’s
a town nearby.” she said sternly. “We can sneak in and find a way to call for
leaned onto the adjacent tree and allowed himself to slouch. “We still have to
go through those MTs.” he stressed.
we can find a way to sneak in.” she argued.
risky.” He retorted.
princess almost stomped her foot, willing to fight for what she thought was right. “We are already at risk anyway!”
he stayed with his absurd stand. The glaive defiantly faced her. “It won’t work!”
voice matching her own tone only made her more persistent. “How can you be so
sure? We can make it! I can try to-“
Just stop it already! There’s nothing you can do!” he finally snapped.
princess was surprised by the harsh tone of her glaive’s reply. In the several
months of them being together constantly, it was the first time she had heard
him interrupt her words like that. It was so abrupt and so sharp that it made
her wince. She let go of her mildly injured arm and balled her fist.
heart pounded in anger.
will not be told what I can and can’t do! Not even by the likes of you!” she uttered without restraint.
she removed herself from the tree’s refuge and made sure that she won’t see
what his face conveyed by facing her back to him. She stopped at a spot a few meters
away and gazed at the whatever she happen to lay her eyes on, which, at the moment, the leaves on the trees that were rustled by the chilled wind. The sight
made her hold herself and feel the wound on her arm. It was just a scratch she
earned from the attack– something that didn’t actually hurt much. Seeing him
acting so strangely in front of her shouldn’t hurt that much as well.
a while, she heard his footsteps nearing her. Afterwards, she felt his cold, calloused
fingers touch her arm hesitantly but with care.
me take a look at that, your highness.” he said softly.
sensed the repentance from the warmth of his voice. Though still a bit fuming,
she faced him to let him tend to the small injury. However, she evaded his
eyes. His thumb caressed the skin near the wound and it made her hold her
breath somehow. His touch wasn’t foreign to her and yet she felt so conscious
about it right now. After checking the wound, he tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wrapped it around the abrasion. He was standing so near that she could feel the edge of his breath
on her cheek.
of it made her heart drum slightly faster.
he was finished securing the cloth, he slightly stepped back. They stayed there,
standing still as the light of the day faded. The towering trees could only
emphasize on their silence as she weighed on what she felt. The wind blew again
and shook the leaves into a chorus of whispers.
didn’t have to come back for me.” he suddenly mumbled.
made the princess look into the glaive’s eyes. She saw the mesmerizing hue that
the sunset painted on them. It was the same eyes that looked in horror as she
abandoned the escape that was designed for her during the attack. She could
still remember the shouts of the other glaives that desperately tried to keep
her from running back and how she managed to fight their grip.
could remember his own strained shouts as she ran to his side.
tore his gaze away from her and, for a while, stared at the ground as if he
inspected the rocks and the dead leaves that littered around his feet.
he mumbled. “You were supposed to leave me behind.”
thin hand found its way to his chest. She felt the cold metal of the
Kingsglaive badge and the rough texture of the combat uniform.
didn’t you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you go with the plan?”
realized it was the root of his anxiety - the princess throwing herself into
the fray just for a mere soldier. But he wasn’t just a soldier to her. Her
heart told her so - like it told her what to answer at this moment.
I chose you.” she admitted bravely and truthfully. “I’d rather face death with you than bask in my
safety alone or with someone else.”
he reacted by moving closer. Then she felt that rush again, that adrenaline
that was brought by her decision to risk herself for him. As what every heartbeat
dictated, her hand found its way up to his cheek. Her thumb caressed one of his
small tattoos as his eyes focused on her own orbs.
lips parted and his head reached down to meet hers. She closed her eyes as she
felt his gloved hand cup the side of her face.
when she felt his lips pressed against hers, her heart sang its joyous song. A
rhythm of freedom that she could only feel with him. It obliterated any worry
about their current predicament. It revealed every truth in his actions.
their breaths mingled, the sun hid the last of its light. The darkness didn’t
frighten her, nor did she care about it.
she cared about was what her heart had told her and will always tell her.
This is a HUGE file that I’ve been working on for a while and will continue to - feel free to ask for clarification on confusing or missing stuff, so I can explain better!. Check it out under the cut!
*I am a U.S. Marine, and this is a compilation of my and a few other Marine’s experiences! Other militaries and branches definitely have different terminology and experiences, and you can take and leave what you want from this for your story.
One year, on his birthday, Prussia put on his old Prussian uniform (the fancy one, with feathers and stuff!), gathered a few people to dress up similarly, and with his new “Prussian army for a day” he went on a lovely trip to visit some of his old friends. They scared the living hell out of Austria, made Denmark cry, France surrendered on the spot, and for the next three days Poland was frantically sewing matching combat uniforms for himself and his pony. (Still one of Gilbert’s favourite birthdays…)
My whole focus was on Edgar kneeling on the ground in front of me, his gaze so hypnotizing, I couldn’t tear myself away until a sudden movement in my peripheral vision had me swivel my head around, startling me. I straightened up, slowly raising my eyes until I meet my father´s hard stare, signaling him with a slowly shook my head to stay back.