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♡ How They React To You Rejecting Their Proposal On Valentine's Day ♡

"I-I don't understand babe, is this because I asked on V-valentine's Day? I-I'm sorry! I can give you a better proposal!" Miriel was sure this would have been the most idyllic day for her to propose to you, lots of yanderes chose this day to propose and yet you seemed genuinely upset about her proposal. It couldn't have been that you were upset about her proposing in general, it must of been the way she proposed that bothered you then because you loved her so you obviously wanted to marry her, you must of just been upset she'd been so basic with her proposal.

"Miri, I don't want to marry you-" You knew better than to continue speaking with how she was hyperventilating and looking around the restaurant frantically trying to figure out every little thing that might have been less than perfect about her proposal. You hated seeing her like this but you had to put you foot down this one time, you didn't want to just be dragged along into a marriage with no prior discussion at all.

"No just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it babe! I'm more than happy to redo my proposal, you aren't leaving me though! I-I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted, just please babe, tell me how I can fix it!" Was it the ring? She paid more than any other elvish leader had paid for their wifes rings in the past but maybe it still wasn't enough, oh who was she kidding herself, of course it wasn't enough, she had briefly pondered also getting a necklace and bracelet set to go along with it but bringing those to the restaurant would have been bulky but maybe that was what you wanted. Aww her cute mate said no because they wanted a more traditional elvish proposal, you must be so upset with her, it's okay she would fix this!

"No Miriel, that's not it, I just, I don't want to marry you!" Her heart dropped, were you really not interested in the idea of marriage? She knew you loved her, you definitely loved her so the only other reason you must not want this is for some weird human objection to marriage, perhaps you thought her affection would change in some way after marriage, she'd need to prove to you that would never be the case.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm not with you. Rest assured babe, I know I want to be bound to you forever and I know you want to be bound to me forever. I just want you to love me, forever." She reached over the table, slipping the ring on your finger gleeful that there wasn't anything wrong with her proposal after all while you wished you had protested just a bit harder.

"You're so cute, puppy, gosh I just want to keep you forever!" She picked you up and spun you around in a circle while you frantically tapped her shoulder for her to set you down because you were becoming dizzy.

"Oh right, I forgot, it's so cute that your human body is so fragile! Anyways we're almost where I wanted to take you! Can you guess what we're doing today?" Her tail wagged behind her and you prayed she hadn't dragged you out to a deserted part of the park just to show you how good she was at hunting. She'd mentioned wanting to do that with you several times before but you didn't think she would do such a thing on Valentine's Day, then again it did seem exactly up her alley so you would not be shocked in the slightest.

"For a date hopefully?" You chuckled, trying not to give away your anxiety as her ears perked up in alarm, smelling something in the area, oh god she's going to hunt something you were completely right and then you'd have to sit there petting her as she laid her head on your lap tired from the hunt and just wanting praise. Yet as she ran off you didn't hear an animal scream, instead it was very clearly a person begging for their life and you could hear her chowing down on them. She trotted back very quickly with a frown on her face and covered in blood.

"Well now that they're gone we can get back to what I wanted to do- Wait, why are you crying, puppy? W-who made you cry? I'll go rip their fucking throats out right now for making my puppy cry! Just you fucking watch." You hadn't even realized you had begun to cry, more focused on how she was darting her head around looking for who had made you feel sad in the brief moment she was gone, and paying attention to the ring box covered in blood she was fidgeting with in her hands.

"That fucking bastard ruined my proposal but there's no time like the present is there? Puppy, will you marry me?" Her tail wagged but as you shook your head and began to look at her in horror, her ears slowly began to droop, wondering where she had gone wrong, she had taken you to her favorite place, wasn't that what she was supposed to do? And then you bolted and her entire day was ruined, that stupid bastard coming into her proposal spot had caused her puppy to reject her proposal and run from her, she wished she could kill him again.

"Puppy! Don't run! Please, I'm all you need and you're all I need, it's perfect, just please come back!" No way in hell were you doing that when she was covered in some random dude's throat blood though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice with how fast she was closing in on you.

It was two days ago when you'd said no to her proposal, you had assumed Kassien would be fine waiting for you to be ready for marriage, she'd always been a very patient, at least for a demon, mate but well now here you were locked in her apartment and trying to starve yourself to death as she came by with food almost hourly demanding that you eat.

"Sweetness, I'm going to give you two choices, okay?" Her voice seemed calm through the door but you knew better at this point, there was rage constantly festering at the surface and she could blow up at you any second. "Either you start eating, willingly, or I ram in down your throat. There's no world in which I am allowing you to starve yourself sweetness so get that through your thick head."

"I hate you." You heard a light growl through the door before she let out a loud sigh trying and obviously failing to calm herself down. She had to be patient if she wanted you to and yet clearly you were not going to even at the threat of your own life.

"Why do you keep resisting me?! This isn't fair, don't we deserve to be happy?! If you would stop resisting then we could be so happy together. Until you eat I will not be eating a single thing, maybe if we starve together then you'll finally be a good little mate for me." You had said you hated Kassien but that really didn't mean you wanted her to starve which she knew very obviously when she made the threat.

"Please don't-" "Why do you care if I hurt myself all of a sudden, sweetness, you trampled all over my heart and you were going to fucking leave me. I'm going to make you care though sweetness, you'll see and then you'll regret not instantly agreeing to be my sweet little mate once I show you how good it could have been, you just have to eat first and we can be happy again."

You didn't really understand why Nikki even had bothered to take you out on a date today, she had just spent the entire night holding herself back from snapping people away and the other half gripping your hand because it annoyed her to no end having to sit across from you at the table even if it was human date etiquette. Plus there were two things she kept looking at in her bag, trying to decide when the right time to show them to you was. Probably never because you were sure she likely had something awful to show you.

"Mate, I brought you a gift for this day. Do you know what it is? It's alright, I wouldn't expect you to remember, it's the eyes of that person who kept staring at you yesterday." How... romantic? Well as romantic as this sadist could possibly get at the very least.

"Nikki, can you please not be so jealous today? Please it's Valentine's day, can't we have a nice night?" It wasn't going to happen when you were mated to a high ranking demon who could never take responsibility for her own poor behavior but at the very least you could dream, couldn't you?

"Do you actually believe I'm jealous mate? You haven't seen me jealous yet, I could show you what real jealousy would look like, if you wish." Yeah you were going to have to pass on that 'wonderful' offer. "It surprises me that you have no clue how far I am willing to go for you mate."

"What's in the other thing?" She had a small box in her hand, you weren't a moron, you understood what this meant, you just really hoped you were wrong and she had just bought you a nice piece of jewelry for Valentine's Day even though that didn't sound like her at all.

"Ah this, it's a human custom, a marriage proposal, us angels don't do it but I assumed you would appreciate it. Would you like to marry me?" You shook your head very aggressively and she hummed in thought furrowing her eyebrows. "It seems my coworker led me in the wrong direction, whatever the case it doesn't matter since even without this you are still mine."

Nora had a surprising ability to act like everything was normal even as she had you tied up she still fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie like you had just lent it to your cute fiance despite you rejecting her proposal, causing her to tie you up like a maniac.

"I know the restraints hurt, I'm sorry, I'll untie you as soon as I know you aren't going to run. You l-look so beautiful tied up like this though, it takes my breath away every time." Yeah you knew that because the freak tied you up every chance she got, including right now. It'd be weird if she didn't enjoy the way you looked tied up and was just tying you up for no reason at all.

She withered as you glared at her, trying not to make eye contact, things had gotten out of hand for her too quickly, she didn't mean to take you but well she was sure you would have said yes and when you didn't she got so worried that you were actually breaking up with her even though you weren't and well now you were here in her bed glaring at her as she tried not to cry while also feeling a sick satisfaction that you were trapped here.

"I-I'm sorry I took your hoodie by the way, I just saw it on the ground when I went to get your things and well it smells like you and I just couldn't help it." That seemed like the least of your problems when she literally moved your stuff into her apartment as you were tied up on her bed.

"Let me go."

"I can't, you know you're my reason for living, I can't." Yeah you knew that, she said you were her reason for living fifteen times a day, you just didn't know she was actually batshit before. "You can use me in any other way you want, you just have to stay with me."

You had to admit you were a little worried about your serial killer kidnapper, mainly because if anything happened to her you would be stuck in her apartment and likely rot away to nothing but it was still worry nonetheless. It was about midnight when she stumbled in to the apartment, much sooner than she had been returning recently which did not make you feel any better in the slightest cause this just meant she'd thought of some harebrained scheme to get you to finally agree to her proposal.

"Love, I had an i-idea while I was gone, I h-hope you l-like it!" She lifted her sweater revealing she had carved your name on the side of her stomach which was barely visible because of how intense the scabbing was at the moment. "L-look, I carved your n-name into my skin so everyone will know I'm y-yours!"

"Rudie, what the fuck?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" You rushed over to her trying to see if you could gauge how much blood she had lost, you would probably starve to death if she bled out from this, it did seem majorly scabbed up but it could reopen at practically any time which was very worrying to you.

"Maybe I should hurt myself l-like this more frequently, t-then you'll finally admit how much you l-love me!" She grinned as you examined her wound, god it was going to heal so poorly, you'd have to force her to go on bedrest just so she didn't rip it open again just walking around casually. You hated how she was acting like you were madly in love with her just because you didn't want her dead but if that's what it took to get her not to do anything worse then you'd play along so you simply hummed and nodded.

"You d-don't understand, if you just a-accept me now, I-I'll be your servant forever." She sniffled into your shoulder as you guided her into the kitchen, sitting her down so you can wrap her wounds.

"I know honey, first we have to wrap your wound though, m'kay?" She nodded, sweat and tears matting her hair against her forehead.

You knew what Sawyer was going to do tonight and you knew you were going to say no, sure she was going to make you marry her anyways but you wanted to know you had put up somewhat of a fight against her even if it was a weak fight that didn't last very long. You just hoped it would get your point across that you really did not want a part in this and you would never want one.

"You've been a very good girl these past few months, perhaps I should reward you. Would you enjoy that?" You sneered at her, sure you no longer kicked and screamed at her but that didn't mean you enjoyed your little arrangement any more than you had before. "Don't give me that look dearest, we're at a very nice restaurant, let's try to have a good night."

"So what's the reward?" You knew what it was but you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could, just to make her life as difficult as you possibly could at the very least. "Better be a good reward and not something stupid that's only a gift for yourself."

"You know, when other people look at you, it makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily I plan to put an end to that tonight, it's not as if you could have been with anyone else anyways but now I won't have to even think of you ever being with anyone else." She sighed as she saw you curl your lip at her engagement ring placing your hands off the table so she couldn't grab them.

"All you ever do is think about escaping, I see you daydreaming about it constantly, can you not simply enjoy the night with me dearest? Or do I have to put you in the isolation room when we return home and trust me, when you walk out you will be wearing this ring, dearest." You shook your head and she huffed. "I suppose you intend on being a brat tonight dearest, I was so hoping you wouldn't do this but I suppose here we are."

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jakes3resin · 22 days

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Blondes Have More Fun

Anyways, this is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing Crack fic for this fandom, so enjoy Blond!Bucky and his ability to drive Buck and the entirety of the 100th wild with his smile and hair! Also personally I think Callum looks like a 24 year old when blond, so imagine handsome charming, nearly thirty Bucky Egan running around looking like a baby faced newbie then you'll be half a bowled over as the 100th.

It is a truth universally acknowledged at Thorpe Abbotts that Major John "Bucky" Egan can be talked into anything. Anything. So long as you were convincing and Buck wasn't around to drag him away from the dumber ideas, Bucky was down to play ball.

Curt had once talked him into using a British accent for a whole week, even in meetings with the CO. Bucky hadn't even blinked before adopting an uncannily perfect London accent. It was so convincing that some of the newer replacements had asked if the man was British.

Another time, he got into a howl off with Meatball after Hambone said he didn't know which one was worse. The pair were so loud that no one could actually tell who won. Most were too busy covering their ears. The few that weren't couldn't decide. It was officially settled as a draw, but Benny still refuses to accept that Bucky would ever beat his precious boy Meatball in anything.

There were countless tales of Bucky getting into trouble simply because someone had said within his earshot the six words needed to wreck Jack Kidd's night.

"You know what would be fun?"

The magic words. That or a dare would send Bucky careening into trouble with half the 100th behind him to watch the fireworks. Honestly, most of the time, Bucky was already getting up to his own antics, so convincing him to do something else wasn't exactly hard.

It was one such utterance of the phrase that sparked a wildfire within the 100th Bomber Group that threatened to tear them asunder and send one Major Gale "Buck" Cleven to an early grave. Or prison.

The night was like any other Friday night. Bucky had gone out with Curt and Bubbles. Buck had chosen to stay in for the night reading, and Harry had done much the same. Kidd, the minder of the entire 100th, had gone to the officer's club while the trio had gone to a local pub in the town just off base. So the usual minders of this trio of mad men were missing, and as the saying goes, while the cats are away, the mice will play.

It started as Bubbles's idea.

At least that's what they think it started as. A few too many drinks had left the evening a blur for Curt and Bubbles and a blank for Bucky. That last fact will be important later.

"You know what would be fun?" Bubbles said, or perhaps it was Curt. Or maybe it was Bucky. But it was probably Bubbles. The man was quite the troublemaker, he just hid it better behind soft smiles and manners.

"What?" Bucky leaned against the bar to grin at Bubbles. Well perhaps a more accurate word would be slumped, he'd spent half the night playing some weird darts game that required shots for every bull's eye Tommy made. It was safe to say that the man was on the downhill slide to wasted. Curt kept an ear on the pair as he flirted with a pretty blonde next to them at the bar.

"Being blonde." Bubbles sighed. "All the movies make it seem fun, don't they? And Major Cleven sure is pretty with his blond hair. I bet it'd look really pretty as well on your curls Bucky."

"Sorry, sweetheart, one moment," Curt turned his head to stare at Bubbles. "You think Buck's pretty?"

"And you don't?"

"I do!"

"We know you do, Bucky," Curt sighed and leaned further onto the bar to make eye contact with Bubbles. "I mean, sure, objectively, you could say he is, but I thought you were wrapped up with Croz and Jean?"

"I am, but I still got eyes don't I? 'Sides ain't there something fun about being blonde?" Bubbles leaned against his cupped hand on the bar. "Can't a mind wonder?"

"Yeah Curt," Bucky rose in defense of his friend slinging an arm around Bubble's neck. The move was so uncoordinated that the pair were nearly sent to the floor. "Why can't Bubbles wonder? I wanna go blond, too!"

Curt rolled his eyes at them, but an idea was taking root in his head. An amazing idea.

"Well," Curt grinned. "Why wonder when you can do?"

"You boys aren't thinking about bleaching your friend's hair on your own are you?" A voice cut through the trio's conversation. It seemed the blonde woman from before had been listening in and was rightly amused by the drunk airmen's conversation.

"Cause you'll fry his whole head off in the state you're in, and the world would mourn those curls." She lifted a hand to tug gently on one of Bucky's loose wavy curls. He smiled at her, loose and happy. Usually, only Buck plays with his hair, but Bucky doesn't mind when anyone else does. Buck does though, which Bucky still hasn't figured out.

"Well, how do you suppose we save his curls then," Curt paused searching for the woman's name, "Nora."

"Good job, I half thought you were too drunk to remember my name handsome." Curt smiled, and Nora kept talking

"There's a drugstore down the way. Stocks up on anything a girl, or flyboy in need, could ever need. I'll help you boys out." Nora laughed. "You'll look mighty pretty dyeing those curls blond Major. I wanna see 'em first."

With Nora leading the way, the trio tripped over themselves into chaos. Bucky laughed as Bubbles rambled on about how pretty he'll look as a blond. Curt butting in to say that he'll need to either shave his mustache or bleach it too.

On base, Buck felt a shiver run down his spine as he laid down to sleep. Writing it off as just a chill from the cold British air, the man fell asleep.

Bucky groaned as he woke up. Voices drifted around him. His head felt like it'd be screwed off and used as a bowling ball all night, and as desperately as he wanted to go back to sleep, he knew that now that the sun was up, he was up.

"Curt, if that's you snoring on my legs, I'm gonna kick you off." Bucky pulled his pillow further over his head, trying to block out said snores.

"Fuck off," Came the grumbled reply. An elbow dug into the back of his knee.

"Get off," John whined. Curt huffed shifting just enough to let Bucky free his legs. "Why didn't you go to your own bed?"

"Yours is comfier." Bubbles murmured next to the pair, and Bucky really was starting to wonder what the hell they all drank the night before.

"It's the same cot as everybody else." Bucky grumbled, finally sitting up. Bubbles and Curt immediately swooped onto the space he abandoned. "Rude. You just want me for my bed."

"But it's such a lovely bed, sweetheart," Curt buried his face in Bucky's pillow, not even glancing at the man he was stealing from. Bubbles seemed to have immediately fallen back to sleep.

"I'm getting breakfast," Bucky yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Meet me there when you idiots wake up. I'll sneak you in."

"Sir, yes, sir." Curt's hand flopped into a mock salute that had Bucky rolling his eyes.

First things first, breakfast. Or at least coffee for his hangover.

Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Bucky didn't even waste time checking how he looked in a mirror. He went to smooth down his mustache only to curse when he found it missing. Thinking Curt must have shaved it off as a joke, Bucky groaned but moved on. He didn't even touch his hair after that, just walked right out of his barracks. The only thing that mattered to him was coffee and how he'd get his hands on a gallon of it. It wouldn't be the first time he ran around base with his hair going every which way. No one would bat an eye.

Had he known what kind of chaos he was about to wreck upon the poor, unsuspecting airmen of Thorpes Abbotts, Bucky would have at least styled it a bit. You know, just to ensure maximum chaos.

The bike ride to the mess wasn't awful. The fresh air helped at least. With his sunglasses on, his head felt less like it was going to split open and more human. What was weird was how everyone stopped in their tracks to watch him ride past.

"Is that-?"

"No way!"

"Someone get Kidd!"

"Holy shit!"

"Major Cleven is going to lose his mind!"

"Do you think he has a twin?"

"Hell if I know, I can't believe Major Cleven let him out of the barracks like that."

"Lord help us if there's another Egan running around."

Bucky ignored them. He was way too hungover to parse through what nonsense the boys were going on about, and he simply pedaled faster to get to the officer's mess. He just wanted his coffee.

"Major Egan, sir!"

Bucky glances up from securing his bike and meets the eye of one of the newer boys. Kid barely looks old enough to have enlisted.

"Uh," Bucky searches his memory for this kid's name. Bucky tried to know some of the newbies names, but it was harder than he'd ever admit. "Monroe, right?

"Yes, sir!" The kid squeaked, a bright tomato blush spreading across his cheeks. Bucky winced, the sound drilling right into his brain. "I wanted to say you look nice today, sir. Your, your hair is real nice!"

"Thanks, Monroe," Bucky smiled, thrown by how Monroe managed to grow even redder. He reaches out to clasp the kid on the shoulder. "You alright there? You look like you're gonna faint. Had any breakfast yet?"

"I-I'm fine, sir, thank you!" Monroe was stock still under Bucky's hand, but he wrote it off as nerves. Some of the boys got nervous around the older pilots, especially if they were officers. "I'll be going now! Have a good day, sir!"

In a flash, the blushing replacement ducked under Bucky's arm and ran as fast as he could down the lane. Bucky watched him go, head tilted not sure what the hell just happened to him. He heard a few shrieks behind him but wrote it off as typical background noise. There was always something going on.

"Weird kid." Bucky turned to walk into the officer's mess. He'd have to tell Buck about it when he saw him next. Maybe he'd understand what just happened.

Speaking of, Buck had better have saved him a seat for breakfast. Bucky was not going to battle the morning rush as well as his hangover just to find out he had nowhere to sit.

On the way inside, Bucky ran into Veal. As in, he literally ran into the man because he'd stopped dead in his tracks staring at him. Bucky hadn't even seen the other before he practically bowled him over.

"Veal, what the hell?" Bucky groaned.

"You," Veal stared at him wide-eyed. If Bucky were less hungover, he'd get quite a kick out of this. "You, you?"

"Shaved, I know," Bucky gestured to his face. He turned to keep walking into the officer's mess. "Yeah, Curt had some fun last night."

"Wait, no! Bucky-!" Veal went to grab him, but Bucky just swerved out of the way. Nothing was getting in his way in his quest for coffee. "Bucky! Stop! Don't go in there!"

"Yeah, yeah, Veal," Bucky waved a hand behind him. "I get you're shocked, but come on, man. It's not the first time any of you've seen me without it!"

Bucky rushed in, not paying anymore attention to Veal. He walked with one purpose. Coffee. He didn't care if the other officers stopped and stared at him slackjawed as he walked past. He was a man on a mission.

"Hey, coffee, please? Whole pot if you could," Bucky smiled at the attendant, who blushed scarlet before running off. Thrown but not deterred, Bucky just shrugged and turned to find Buck. Maybe he'd be able to steal Buck's coffee.

He found Buck seated near one of the windows with his back facing Bucky. Jack was at his table, but otherwise, it was empty. Bucky started over.

Jack saw him first and choked on his grapefruit juice.

"Oh shit," Jack choked out. Buck leaned over to check on him.

"Alright, Jack?" Bucky grabbed the seat next to Buck. Jack just stared at him, eyes wide. Bucky tilts his head confused. "Buck, what's with him?"

Buck turns and freezes. Bucky stares at him. Buck stares back.

"Buck?" Bucky reaches out to shake him.

"You," Buck starts but doesn't finish. His wide blues eyes stare at Bucky's face.

"Coffee, sir!"

The attendant from before arrives with Bucky's requested pot of coffee and a cup.

"Thanks!" Bucky smiles up at the other. The attendant trips backward. Buck turns and glares at the other man. He flees.

"Buck, what the hell?" Bucky nudges Buck. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Buck turns to stare at Bucky again, a clench to his jaw that Bucky's knows means he's holding something back. Jack seems to have started breathing normally again.

"Your hair!" Jack says. Bucky reaches up to touch his hair. Sure, he didn't style it this morning, but was it so bad? Monroe said it looked good!

Speaking of, why was everyone focusing on his hair today?

"What about it?" Bucky's genuinely curious now. Buck's still staring at him, eyes bright, and now Jack seems to be wishing for death.

"Its-!"

"Pretty."

Bucky turns to Buck. It's his turn to stare wide-eyed at the other. A blush rises up to his cheeks. Buck's not one to mince his words, and a compliment from him feels akin to a hundred.

The entire mess hall goes quiet as Buck stares at him. Bucky smiles at him. Buck goes rigid, and Jack chokes on his juice next to them. Again.

"Bucky!" Curt slammed his hand against the window, happy as a clam and utterly sober. Bucky hates that Irish constitution of his. "Let us in!"

Bucky stands up to hoist open the window. Jack's still too busy choking on his juice to stop him, and Buck seems to have frozen solid. Bubbles and Curt fall through seconds later. The pair immediately start talking over each other happily, and Bucky is starting to wonder if he was the only one who woke up with a hangover.

"God, you should hear the scuttlebutt going round!" Curt cackles as he launches himself into the seat across from Bucky. Bubbles nods next to him, already munching on a piece of toast Bucky thinks used to be Jack's.

"Anything fun?" Bucky dumps creamer into his coffee. He moans as he takes a sip of it. God, coffee really was the best hangover cure. Bucky doesn't notice how quiet the mess hall got until Bubbles finally answers his question a minute later. Odd.

"Just how pretty your hair looks now Major," Bubbles smiled at him. Bucky reached for his hair again.

"Is it really so different?" He asks. Buck makes a noise next to him like a dying chicken, and Curt cackles.

"Blond really is your color, Bucky! You look like one of those pin up posters running around like that!" Curt reaches across the table to tug on one of his curls, drawing it down into his eyesite. Buck bangs his knee against the table with a swear. Bucky would fuss over him, but he's reevaluating his whole morning with this new information.

"Oh!" Bucky gasps. Now he feels silly. "That's why Monroe complimented me outside?"

"Pardon?" Buck's voice comes out strangled. Bucky swings his gaze back to him. Buck's blue eyes are nearly electric, and Bucky gulps.

"Monroe? Cute kid? Brunette replacement with a billion freckles that disappear when he blushes?" Bucky rambles. Curt cackles again as Jack buries his face into his hands. Bubbles grabs a slice of Buck's toast this time.

"And he stopped you?" Buck's jaw was doing the thing Bucky knows only happens when he's pissed. But why would he be mad? Bucky tilts his head to stare at Buck, curls flopping down into his eyes now that Curt's untucked them from behind his ears.

Buck clenches his fist.

"Yeah, he and Veal both stopped me before I walked in." Bucky reaches over to grab Buck's hand. "You okay?"

"I'm fine John," Buck reaches up to tuck his loose curls back behind his ear. His hand lingers, and Bucky fights the urge to press his cheek into Buck's hand. "You look real pretty."

"Yeah?" Bucky sits up straighter, leaning into Buck's space. "How pretty?"

"Like a daydream." Buck whispers, voice low. His blue eyes won't stop staring, and Bucky can tell his blush is spreading by the volume of Curt's laugh.

Oh, Bucky could just kiss the other.

"Yeah, Nora did a nice job on your hair!" Bubbles pipes up having polished off Buck's toast. "We should write her a thank you card!"

"Nora?" Buck twitches.

"The girl who dyed Bucky's hair, of course!" Curt chimed in reaching for Bucky's coffee. Bucky batted his hands away, holding desperately onto his cup. "Pretty girl too! Kept running her hands through Bucky's hair saying how nice it was."

"I think nows a good time to stop that." Jack shoved his last slice of toast in Curt's mouth.

Buck's hand was still hovering over Bucky's cheek.

"Oh, now I remember!" Bucky leaned towards Curt and Bubbles with a bright smile. "She kissed me on the cheek before we left, right?"

Buck pushed his chair away from the table with a screech. Jack turned back to his grapefruit juice with a sigh.

Buck stormed out of the building, and it was through the combined efforts of Curt and Bubbles that Bucky didn't run after him. They could hear yelling through the still open window.

"Oh shit!"

"Everybody run! Major Cleven's pissed!"

"Who flirted with Bucky this time?!"

"Buck calm down, whoever it was they probably didn't mean anything by it!"

"Outta my way Crank."

"Buck, c'mon if you go to jail, who'll stay by Bucky's side?"

"Only gotta go to prison if I get caught."

"That's right-wait, Buck, no!"

Bucky sipped at his coffee. Jack sighed and turned to Bucky.

"Would you please go stop him? I'm not explaining to Harding why one of the 100th murdered a civilian, a fellow Major, and a replacement."

"Buck wouldn't do that," Bucky rolled his eyes.

Jack stared at him, judgement clear in his eyes. Bucky shifted under his gaze.

"Fine," Bucky groaned and pushed away from the table. He refilled his cup of coffee. "He wouldn't, but I'll go stop him."

Curt and Bubbles chirped their goodbyes as they waved down an attendant. Bucky mourned his pot of coffee as he glanced back and saw Curt gleefully pouring it into a cup.

Stepping put in the sunshine, Bucky reached for his sunglasses. Finding Buck would be easy. He simply turned in the direction of the yelling and started walking.

He ignored the boys all watching him and whispering. Now that he was walking, he could see his reflection in the windows of the buildings he passed. His normally brown locks were now a bright blond. He felt a bit foolish for not seeing it earlier, but hangovers tended to narrow one's field of vision to only what's necessary.

"DeMarcooo!" Bucky called out when he saw the other walking Meatball. "You seen Buck anywhere?"

"Just missed him," Benny yelled back. He pointed to the left of the barracks. "Went that way!"

"Thanks!" Bucky called back with a smile. A few of the boys around him erupted in whispers.

"Nice hair!" Benny yelled with a grin. Bucky rolled his eyes and kept walking. Buck couldn't have gone too far, right?

He found Buck only a few minutes later outside of one of the barracks the replacements were quartered. He was leaning against a wall talking to someone.

"Buck!" Bucky jogged over. As he got closer, he realized that the person Buck was talking to was the kid from earlier. "Monroe! Good to see you again so soon!"

"Major!" Monroe squeaked, eyes bouncing from Buck to Bucky. "Major Cleven was just reminding me about a few chores that I forgot about! I'll get going! Sirs!"

The kid ran off before Bucky could stop him. Buck watched with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, and Bucky huffed out a laugh.

"You know, you don't have to act all jealous to get my attention," Bucky pulled Buck to him by wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'll still only ever look at you."

"Just making sure everyone else knows that." Buck replied, voice low and serious.

Bucky reached up his free hand to drag him down into a kiss. Buck melted into his touch. Bucky laughed into he kiss as he tried to keep his coffee from spilling all over the two of them. He pecks the corner of Buck's mouth and pulls away.

"So you like the hair?" Bucky scrunches his nose into a shit eating grin.

Buck wiped that grin off his face with another kiss. Not that Bucky was complaining, of course.

Later that night, after making sure Buck didn't actually murder anyone, Bucky found himself in front of a vaguely familiar drug store.

"Well Major, I take it your boy liked the blond?" Nora grinned, pink lips spread into a devilish smile. She leaned one hip against the drug store counter. "Surprised you made it back here. You boys weren't exactly stone cold sober when you left."

"I always remember my bets, darling. I'll forget a lot but never those." Bucky laughed and set his hat down on the counter next to her. A single blond curl fell down into his eyes. "Now, what's this about makeup?"

"Oh, Major, you'll look lovely in something peachy."

#please ignore the fact that a small country town in England during ww2 had the necessary products for this during rationing #nora is an oc that exists solely because i have heard horror stories about people not knowing how to use hair bleach #and knew these three fools would burn Bucky's hair off if left unattended so thus NORA #everyone falls in love with Bucky #and blond Bucky is a bombshell no one survives #curt is only surviving because he thrives off of the chaos #internally he is also screaming about how pretty bucky is caude im a curtbucky stan as well #mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #bucky egan #john egan #gale cleven #buckbucky #my writing

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