#john egan x reader

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[bellewintersroe]

MOTA Headcanons - First time meeting them.

Just some quick Headcanons on how your first interaction with the MOTA men would go. Set up as you’re a nurse or ‘Red Cross Girl’, mechanic, etc, you get the vibe, stationed at Thorpe Abbots… Including: John Egan, John Brady, James Douglass, Harry Crosby, Rosie Rosenthal, Everett Blakely, Curt Biddick, Gale Cleven, Hambone Hamilton.

John ‘Bucky’ Egan:

I think it depends at which time period you’d meet him. Like if it was after the Stalag I think he’d be a lot more serious- not that he isn’t before this experience, but it just kinda hardened him.

Let’s say it’s before, the first few months of him and the other American airforce men arriving. You’re swamped with work, but you have downtime often to socialise and interact with the men.

Bucky’s reputation during the early months is that he’s popular with the ladies, however he’s one of the best pilots around.

You’re probably cautious, and shake him off as a womaniser, however when you actually see him- uhh you’re kind of starstruck? He’s so tall and has that Hollywood look, not to mention he’s charming as hell.

Maybe you’re all interacting within the same group, you’ve both spotted one another, but the first time you actually make eye contact and laugh, Bucky is breathless.

Literally, he’d be lost for breath, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you, he’d be so intrigued.

Don’t be surprised if he slips into the seat beside you the second it’s free.

Would offer you a drink and a dance, but I think the two of you would get caught up conversing- like Bucky’s never been able to talk with somebody like this before.

He’d have such hazy eyes, his pupils would practically be love hearts, and even he knows this isn’t just something as a fleeting romance or attraction.

Dependent on how drunk he is I think he’d profess how much he’s in love with you that night. Lol.

The more he gets to know you, the more attached and involved he becomes, that terrifies him, but for the first time he doesn’t want to run away, and it all started that night he saw you in the mess hall.

Would remember the exact outfit you wore, down to your shoes, and underwear if the two of you didn’t want to waste time.

His arm would be resting on the back of your chair, you’d both have butterflies, leaning in so close to one another, giggling and sipping your drinks whilst your glasses clink together from the close proximity.

You might as well be breathing in one another’s air, you’re both hooked from the second.

Gale would see this coming from a mile off, and every time he sees John go all weak in the knees for you (starting from that night) he’d be like ‘oh boy’.

Slightly random but he’d smell so good, and so would you, John is obsessed with your perfume/ scent, finds his eyes lingering over you even when you’re not speaking to him.

Okay not to be cliche but John knows it’s love at first sight, he wouldn’t want the night to end. Would take you on a walk, or walk you back to your barracks, his large hand engulfing yours, being so polite and asking like a good boy if he could see you again.

“I hope I’m not overstepping, but… I really like you. If it’s alright I’d like to take you out for that dance you promised me…”

Nobody’s saying no to that.

John Brady:

You’d heard the infamous story and stood to offer medical support when Brady’s crew landed in East Anglia, on the base.

It was called Brady’s Crashwagon for a reason after that, but the last thing you expected was to see the most handsome, brooding pilot step off that plane…

Even if John spots you, I think he’d be much more reserved than Bucky. Like, he’d assume a girl like you would be spoken for, so he finds himself watching from afar.

You’d both most definitely hear a lot about one another before you actually meet.

But he comes across kinda intimidating, lol, he doesn’t mean to, but when you catch him looking at you dancing with another man, he looks like… scary lol.

You’d shoot him a smile but being bashful as he is, I think he’d blink down to the floor, thinking you’re just being pilot. He’s probs panicking that he’s made himself look like a weirdo.

After a few weeks like this, watching you from afar and secretly hoping to see your face after each mission, he starts to question why he’s wasting the possible little time he has. With some good natured pressure from the other guys, he finally approaches you, maybe it’s outside where celebrations are taking place.

Uhhh he’s nervous as hell.

Would apologise when getting your attention, and you’d jump twice, the first because he snuck up on you, the second because out of everybody you didn’t expect to see the man you’d had heart eyes for, for the past several weeks.

No matter how he introduces the first conversation, he’d beat himself up over it after, thinking it could’ve gone different.

Maybe it’s a lil awkward at first? But with the stuff you have in common the conversation just kinda keeps you both outside- eventually the ice would break and Brady would show you his ‘Crash Wagon’ up close and personal.

I don’t think you’d have a kiss that night, maybe not a hug, but you’d certainly set yourselves up to the next meeting. After that it gets easier and you realise John Brady isn’t as broody and intimidating as you initially thought…

Would giggle to himself when he holds your hand lol.

James Douglass:

See’s you with a drink in your hand, chatting with other girls.

“Boys I’m diving in.” A girl like you, as beautiful would get swooped up painfully fast, and the minute the bombarder notices you, he can’t keep his eyes off you. Eyes go kinda wide and bright.

Confident swagger walk over to you, but when your friend points out the American coming closer, you turn to look, your lips stretching into a smile at the handsome stranger moving closer.

Then it hits him- oh fuck, you’re so stunning and now he’s nervous as hell.

Masks his nerves.

Eyes remain fixed to yours, smile perking slightly as he approaches. He can hear the men behind him saying he’s gonna choke and then they’re gonna take his spot- but uh, uh, he’s already decided from that meeting that you’re his girl…

Probably charms you with some cheesy joke or pick up line.

Ugh his eye contact is insane, he oozes aura and you’d find yourself being sucked into him.

The two of you would remain super close the whole night, like your chairs would be budged as close as can be, your knees pressed to his thigh, hands all over one another (in the most respectful way).

The two of you would remain talking way later into the night, you’d be the last ones in the hall, still talking way after everybody had gone.

“Can I say somethin’?” Proceeds to tell you you’re the most beautiful angel he’s had the fortune and pleasure of setting his eyes on ever. These pick up lines aren’t rehearsed, they come straight from the heart (and maybe from the alcohol boosting his courage).

Boasts about his role up in the plane, by the end of the night he’ll tell you he’ll take you up there one day, and teach you all the tricks of his trade.

Yeah I can imagine you’d be hot and heavy before the night takes you your seperate ways- and there’s no shame in that, the two of you are genuinely perfect, and Douglass is enchanted by you from the second he laid eyes on you.

Harry Crosby:

Uhhh kinda like with Bucky, it’s practically love (and panic) at first sight.

Grapples Rosie’s shoulder next to him. “Who-who is that?!” Eyes are wide and fixated on you moving across the base. Maybe you’ve had an interaction with Rosie before, working on his plane or the jeep engines. Rosie would be so nonchalant and without warning, he’d call you over.

Uhhhh he’s nervous, and maybe that makes you nervous- but you’re so giggly and talkative, Harry finds it impossible to not be hooked.

He’d deffo stumble over his words a little, especially when Rosie leaves the two of you- it’s painfully obvious he’s trying to set you up.

When you tell him you’ve heard of him before, praising him for his hard work he’s soooooo bashful and would literally turn bright red.

“Oh, I don’t know about that- now my friend Bubbles, he was the real navigator around here…”

So cute and kinda buzzing around your first meeting, if anybody interrupted and called him over he’d be mentally cursing them out.

“I’ll uh- well I’ll see you around here, I’m- I guess?”

“Yeah, I’ll be seeing you, Harry.”

Ummm you saying his name does something for him, his lips would tug up immediately and from that second you’re smitten with the bumbling, quirky navigator.

Would cheer to himself for even having the confidence to speak to you.

Probably replays in his head over and over again how he’s gonna ask you out, because a girl like you needs to be snapped up fastttttt.

Rosie would see Crosby subtly fist bump the air and smirk, knowing he’d just pretty much set up the start of a very successful relationship.

Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal:

The second you saw this dancing pilot, aka Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal, aka Twinkle toes, you’re fixated.

He’s new crew, and you’re perched with one of your other nursing friends sipping on a drink. You’d immediately feel your stomach flutter and a giggle work its way up in your throat, asking your friend ‘who the handsome pilot is’ (ofc you can just tell he’s a pilot before you even know for sure, he’s just got the face for it that’s all).

Maybe the men he’s with, Nash and Pappy kinda point out the ‘pretty nurses’ at 6 o clock, then, Rosie would spot you and he’s going pink in the cheeks.

I don’t think it’s out of character for Rosie to show the odd moment of confidence, even if he has to build up the courage. He knows around the dance floor there’s plenty of other men eyeing you up, but Rosie announces to the men, “I’m going in.” Before anybody else can.

Lucky sod.

Ummmm so this man would be spoiling you from the second he met you, he’d be so warm and inviting, buying you drinks, taking you for a spin.

You’d have to point out he’s a wayyyy better dancer than you are, to which he might get a little shy.

Seeing you up close, similar to Douglass, makes him nervous, and suddenly in dawns on him that he’s got the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen dancing in his arms.

Wants to make sure to you that he thinks this is something serious, and you’re not just a bit of fun for the night. Maybe he gets a little in his head about making sure he puts this across respectfully to you- he’d kinda stumble on his words but maybe if you’re feeling confident, you’d silence him with a kiss or a giggle.

Yeah he’s so cool he’d easily get a kiss by the end of the night, maybe he wouldn’t rush into anything more, but he’s the king of respect and a massive gentleman- but the kiss was bound to happen.

Offers you his blazer, twirls you around under his arm (even when there’s no music and he’s walking you back to your barracks.

When he’s in bed himself, oh god he’d be smiling like a mad man, trying to retrace every feature in his mind, wanting to think of you and your face even whilst he slept- before he can see you next.

Thinks of you the early few missions he has, trying to retrace your face again- this continues until he’s finally brave enough to ask for a picture of you- just for ‘good luck’ that is.

Everett Blakely:

You’re a mechanic, leaning on a jeep as you stare over the B-17 you’ve just been tasked with fixing. This isn’t any other plane, however, this is Blakely’s plane.

Little do you know the pilot is also stood inspecting the plane, but now his eyes are caught on something else… you.

Might accidentally mistake you for a Red Cross girl, or a nurse, despite your completely different uniform. Either way, he’s practically stunned by how beautiful you are, the way the winds blowing your hair perfectly, the way you’re just fixated on the B-17, his prized possession. You’re all alone, and he figures he can offer some assistance…

“Nurse. Can I help?” Heads over all cool and collected. Your eyes narrow, but you’re forever polite.

“I’m um… a mechanic, I was fixing the plane.”

Okay despite the initial ‘omg I’m mortified’ reaction from Blakely, he’s instantaneously impressed.

Would save all the stupid “but you’ve got the face of a god damn pin up model.” Or “you’re too pretty to be getting dirty under there…” comments. Straight away he’s intrigued, and wants to genuinely find out more about you.

I feel like it’s a wholesome interaction, like he’s showing so much interest into you, bonding with you over your knowledge about the plane. Has to hide his smirk, but he’s super impressed, he genuinely feels like he’s met a saint- I mean you’re beautiful and intelligent.

He’d make you laugh soooo much, and every time he does he couldn’t hide the grin that broke. Asks you if you’d fix his plane more often lol.

Probs says he owes you big time, and owes you about 500 drinks to make up for it.

Coffee, wine, beer, water, hell you name it, but Everett is sweeping you off your feet and taking you out on a ‘date’ before you know it.

Holds your hands across the table and all that kinda sweet stuff, ugh he’s such a sweetheart.

Brags about you alllll the time, he knows he’s bagged the woman of a lifetime, and genuinely can’t get over your skills and passion for your job.

Sorry but he’s check you out constantly in your mechanic uniform, even on the days you felt gross and covered in oil, he never forgets that first day Joe hooked he was by you.

Curtis ‘Curt’ Biddick:

Curt makes it back ok, because this is fanfiction and I want it to be happy :( (still not over that episode, clearly).

But I think it would be a really stereotypical nurse/ soldier trope. He comes back to Thorpe Abbots infirmary, maybe not in the best shape. He’s not horrifically injured, but it’s enough to score him a bed in there for a couple weeks or so.

One day (his lucky day, as he likes to call it) you’re assigned to the patients in the area where Curt is. You’re young and beautiful, ever wanting to help and you’re sweeter than cherry pie.

“Nurse…” you’d hear an American call out from behind the closed curtains. “I’ll be right over.” You announce, Curt doesn’t think much of it and starts speaking before you appear around the corner.

“If it’s not too much to ask, nurse- woah.”

Yeah whatever he needs is cut off short, because you walk in.

For a second, he’s genuinely speechless, sat up on the bed, mouth agape, thinking he’s met an angel.

“Are you an angel, or?” Awkwardly giggles, but it’s so charming, it makes you laugh. Score, he thinks. You’d introduce yourself and he’d hold out a potted arm, broken from his previous accident.

“Not quite an Angel, sir. It’s Biddick, right?”

“Call me Curt, or whatever you’d like…” that awkwardly charming giggle again.

He wins you over with his American charm and there’s just something about him, he’s confident but he’s not cocky. The more you speak to him, the longer you want to be around him.

Maybe it’s not appropriate, but you start to find out ways to speak to him, or to be the one that’s helping him out/ on duty for his area.

That night when it’s all quiet, and you’re tending to changing his bandages, he’d tell you he’s gonna take you out, to the best place in London (he’s never even been), because you deserve it.

Calls you his angel, and best believe that sticks. Falls in love with you, would grin like the Cheshire Cat whenever you’re on the ward.

May or may not call you over and pretend somethings hurting when it’s actually not, sometimes he just wants a kiss from you lol. It works.

Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven:

You work for the Red Cross, enjoying building the men’s spirits up and offering them a shoulder to lean on when needed.

You’re handing out drinks after a particularly difficult mission, when you swing around to offer the next man walking in.

“Well done, drink for-” before you can blurt it out, the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on is standing inches above you. Your lips part and your breath hitches, losing your trail of thought quicker than it began.

Weirdest of all, the man is looking back to you, with the exact same stare you have, his breath stuck somewhere in his chest, half holding a hand out to retrieve the drink from you.

It’s a good couple seconds until you regain any sense of reality, the two of you practically staring into one another’s souls. He’s so handsome, you’re a little intimidated at first, but he’s actually just shy and unusually reserved, especially for a pilot.

“-here’s your drink. Well done, sir.” You manage out. “Thank you.” Buck nods, voice low and watching you as he steps away. Even when he’s ahead he’s glancing over his shoulder to take a better look at you, and you’re doing the same.

Gale is modest and a gentleman, so he doesn’t want to make a bold move that could come across disrespectful. For a start he’d make sure you’re single, through other people, then, he’d find out your name and how long you’ve been working here. He’s genuinely interested, but nervous.

Let’s be honest, after a couple of hours and some drinks later during a celebration, Bucky would lead Buck over, dumping him in front of you, and trapping you both with no other option other than to speak.

“Uh… hi.” He’d be so shy skksksksks but he’s so cute at the same time. It’s luckily you’re talkative in that moment, because this interaction would solidify everything for Gale.

He’s all in, not too eager, he still plays it cool, but he’s not afraid to let you know how he feels. Sooo secure and cool, he’s so unproblematic, the two of you would make such a chilled out couple.

Howard ‘Hambone’ Hamilton:

Watches you from afar for quite a while.

You’re a popular and well known nurse amongst the base, knowing everybody and everyone, you’re beautiful and chatty, endlessly kind and sweet, something which reels Hambone in.

He has one experience with you, and that was getting a quick medical, but he was so nervous he could hardly speak to you lol.

Now, it feels like everybody has had chance to speak to you apart from him. Ugh he would be yearning but also kinda holding back, because what if he’s not good enough for a girl like you?? He genuinely believes that too :(

“Just go speak to her, Hambone, she’s not gonna bite.”

“Dammit, are you gonna stare at her all night or do something?”

“If you don’t do anything, I will.”

Douglass calls you over, Hambone goes to protest out of panic but freezes when you come closer, grinning and waving towards ‘Douggie’ as you call him.

Douglass would introduce you, nudging a hand into Hambone’s back to insist he goes forwards and speaks to you.

He’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat- and so are you.

Maybe Hambone hasn’t noticed it, but everybody else has- you always steal glances of him, ask your friends about him, finding yourself attracted towards the handsome stranger. Little does he know, despite the outward confidence, you’re just as shy as him.

When he talks to you one on one, he notices this and it somewhat puts him at ease??

Talks about anything and everything with you, and by the end of the night he’s admitting he didn’t think you’d be interested in him, so he never bothered before.

“Now why wouldn’t I be interested in you?”

He’d blush so much lmao.

Manages to throw a few cheeky flirtatious comments in there, ones that have you speechless with adoration for the ruggedly handsome man.

After you share your first kiss, that night, he’d be a little nervous and mutter out something like; “I outta thank Douglass for this.”

Ugh he’s so charming and effortlessly funny, you’d end up admitting you wished he’d made a move sooner.

The smirk doesn’t leave his face for the rest of the night- or his life for that matter (not to be cliche lol).

[carmysdoll]

𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘. ❨ john ‘bucky’ egan x 𝒇 ! reader ❩

⧽. holding the other steady while they stand on tiptoes to reach a high cabinet, hands resting firmly at their waist with a yearning bucky and a stubborn nurse wc : 2622

The infirmary at Thorpe Abbots had never been this peaceful, not since you were stationed there at least. It wasn’t swarmed with wounded men and nurses and doc’s who did their best to stay calm and keep the wounded calm in all the chaos. Quiet chatter filled the infirmary, and genuine smiles were on the few nurses' faces as they put away the new supplies; the shipment had come a week late. 

They wouldn’t have to stress and worry about running out of supplies for a while. 

“We’re heading out, you almost done, hun?” You recognized Alice’s voice from behind you. She was an older woman and had that personality that made everyone feel at home. You looked over your shoulder to see her flattening the skirt of her white ward dress. The few other nurses who were on the clock were already finished as well. 

“Just about,” You hummed with a small smile, your hands paused on pulling the bandages out of the tan box. You could see it on their faces; they were about to offer to help, but you could also see the exhaustion. You smiled reassuringly and waved your hand in dismissal, accompanied by a small nod. “Go on, there’s only a few left.” 

“Alright, we’ll see you later,” Alice smiled after a few seconds of silence. She reached forward and squeezed your elbow softly before following after the others, all of whom waved goodbye and blew kisses. You chuckled and shook your head fondly, turning back to focus on the task at hand as the sound of their footsteps faded. 

You welcomed the silence with a small grateful sigh; silence and alone time were something rare as of late. The girls were all eager to finish up their duties quickly—even Alice, who believed strongly in being thorough—so they could take their time with getting ready for tonight, another shindig at the officers' club. 

Having the hut to yourself for a few hours sounded a lot nicer than being in the loud officers' club. So, you would make a quick appearance, have that dance with Brady you promised him, even have a few drinks and some light conversations, and then pull what Cutis loved to say: ‘an Irish goodbye’. It would go smoothly as long as you didn’t run into a certain major. 

Your hands faltered, and you felt the bandages almost slip from your fingers as the image of his face popped up in your mind. You hated that just the thought of him could get such a reaction out of you. Those blue eyes you always felt on you, watching your every move, those eyes that would crinkle when he gave you that charming smile. 

Oh that smile…

You let out a small groan and blinked away those thoughts, continuing to put away the supplies in the cabinets. Trying to think of anything but him. You pull out the last bit of sterile gauze pads, moving to the other mounted cabinet, a small sigh leaving your lips when you notice the only free space was the top shelf. 

Your left hand held on firmly to the counter, using it as leverage as you pushed yourself up onto your tippy toes—internally cursing the doc for being too tall and rearranging the shelves—while your other hand made sure not to drop the gauze pads. You were too focused on not slipping to notice the sound of footsteps. 

“Whoa, now angel.” A smooth Wisconsin accent filled the silence of the infirmary, accompanied by louder footsteps as they rushed towards you. Firm hands rested on your hips as he held you steady. You would have definitely flinched and pushed the man off if you hadn’t recognized the voice immediately. 

“Careful,” your breath hitched as you felt his breath on your neck as he murmured lowly in your ear, his accent thicker than usual. As much as he wanted to feel your body pressed against his, he kept a respectful distance between the two of you. You were quick to put the rest away, not liking how your body warmed under his touch. 

You close the cabinet and swallow slowly, taking a quick moment to gather your bearings before you turn around. His hands fell from your hips, and he didn’t bother to take a step back; he liked being close to you. You pressed yourself back against the counter, tilting your head to look up at him. He had that smug smile on his face, the one that got him in trouble more often than not. 

That smile…

“Who would be taking care of all of us if you got injured now, hmm?” Bucky tilted his head to the side as he crossed his arms across his chest. You hated how your eyes immediately went to his biceps, before quickly going back to his face. His lips twitched up into a smirk. You weren’t slick. 

“The other nurses,” you gave him an unimpressed look as you responded quickly, resting your hands at your sides on the counter. Your sassy response got a chuckle from him, and that got an eye roll from you. Bucky found it cute that emotionless and annoyed act you tried to put on whenever the two of you were together. Keyword, tried. 

“Oh come on, you know you're everyone’s favorite,” he clicked his tongue with a grin. 

He didn’t even bother to hide the way he looked at you up and down, his eyes taking in the sight of you in your uniform that was fitted so perfectly to your frame. Everything about you was perfect. From the top of your perfectly styled hair—not a hair out of place, even after hours of working—to the bottom of your clean shoes and everything in between. 

You didn’t like messy. Ironically, he just happened to be messy. 

“Especially mine,” he purred as he took a step closer to you, the smug smile back on his face as he shamelessly flirted with you. His hand reached out to touch your waist, but you were quick to slap his hand away—which earned a low chuckle from him—looking around quickly to make sure no one saw despite the two of you being alone. You could vividly hear the strict speech all the nurses were given on how fraternization was unacceptable. 

There was a line that couldn’t be crossed, but many liked to skip alongside it. Major John Egan was one of them. You hissed out in a whisper shout as you gave him an incredulous look, “John Egan!” 

He just gave you an unbothered shrug as he took a step closer to you, looking down at you with a smirk. The way he leaned closer to you had you looking up at him through your eyelashes, the sight made him hold back a groan, his thoughts nowhere near innocent. You didn’t know if you wanted to slap or kiss that smirk off his face. He hummed flirtatiously, “Oh, how I love it when you call me by my name.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pressing your hands against his firm stomach to softly push him away from you as he took a step closer. He smirked and poked his cheek with his tongue as he watched you grab scissors and move towards the empty boxes, his eyes lingering too long on your backside as you bent down to start breaking down the boxes so they could be thrown away. 

You needed distance, distance from the way he was staring at you, the things he was saying, and how they made you feel. You couldn’t think.  He watched you for a moment, the way you moved around gracefully, your hands never trembling and posture never faltering, your jaw clenched as you moved with a purpose.  You felt him move to your side, his voice low as his words came out more as begging than a question, “Come on, let me help you, doll.” 

You didn’t say anything, just handed him one of the boxes after you cut through the tape. Bucky took it with a triumphant smile. He held his tongue and silently worked alongside you; he wouldn’t have put it past you if you threatened him with your scissors if he tried to flirt with you again. After a couple of minutes of silence, he looks away from the broken-down cardboard in his hands to glance at your side profile. “You goin’ to the officers club tonight?” 

”Why?” You didn’t spare him a glance as you answered him, focused on the task at hand. The faster you complete this, the sooner you can leave him and his insufferable presence. Was lying to yourself healthy? No. Did you care? Also No. You turned to look at him after a few moments of silence, your eyes locking. He was giving you an unimpressed look at your uninterested tone. He sighed before saying, “Humor me.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, and he just smiled and raised his eyebrow. You hated how he looked at you, like he could see right through you, through your act. You huffed and straightened your posture as you answered stiffly, not wanting to give him any ideas. “Only for a little” 

He chuckled and clicked his tongue as he watched you go back to work, cutting through the tape of the last few boxes. You roll your eyes and push a box into his chest for him to flatten down, a dramatic oof left his mouth at the feeling. He kept his eyes on you as he couldn’t help but imagine what you would look like on a night out, dancing in London with him. 

Your hair would be loose, not pulled up like always. He had overheard you and a few of the other nurses complaining about the headaches the mandatory hairstyle would give them after several hours. You would be wearing the prettiest dress he could get you; he could already hear you complaining about how you could have bought it yourself. You would have a smile on your face as you let yourself relax and listen to the music, you loved music. 

You would be drinking a scotch on the rocks that he had ordered for you; he noticed that it was your choice of drink. The two of you would talk and dance for hours until you would eventually get tired, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed to the music. He didn't want to be presumptuous, but he hoped the night ended with you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

He cleared his throat and stopped his mind from wandering even more than it should. That night out in London would have to wait, but tonight he didn’t think he could anymore. He wanted more than this back-and-forth that the two of you had, and he knew you did too. He couldn’t be wrong about that. He hid his nervousness with that famous Egan smile, “Save me a dance?” 

“Sorry, already saving one for Brady.” 

Bucky wasn’t surprised at your words; he knew you and Brady were close. The two of you were similar and reminded each other of home. He didn’t want to be that jealous man again; he didn’t want to be that way with you. He smirked at your faux-uninterested tone and the way you half glanced at him, but your eyes betrayed your words; they sparkled with desire, you played hard to get so prettily. 

His shoulder brushed against yours as he stepped closer to you, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the box you were struggling with out of your hands, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary. Your breath hitched as you watched his strong hands rip through the tape for you, your eyes slowly trailing up his arms and his chest until they locked with those blue eyes that would plague your mind at night.  

He caught the way you stood up straighter and the way your eyes moved up him as he stepped closer, noticing how his close proximity affected you—he fought back a shiver of his own. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body enveloping you, a comfort your body yearned for. 

The usual playful glint in his eyes was replaced with a more intense look that had your breath catching in your throat as he held your gaze. His voice was soft, but his words low and full of promise, an undercut of possessiveness and confidence in his tone: ”I don't care who you dance with first, as long as I’m your last.” 

For a moment, neither of you said a word; the air was filled with tension. The unspoken things between the two of you became harder and harder to ignore with every passing moment. You swallowed and let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You desperately wanted to come up with a witty comeback, but all you could focus on was his words, his voice. 

The way it made you feel…

“One dance,” you mumbled after a long moment of silence, your stubborn tone gave him no room for argument—not like he would anyway. A part of him expected you to give him that sweet smile of yours as you tell him no. He could work with one. He knew how to get you wanting for more. 

Bucky stopped himself from smiling. He didn’t want to look like a lovesick fool in front of you, a nickname the boys loved to call him—he thought it was rich coming from Buck out of all people. Bucky licked his teeth before he smirked, purposefully taking his time as he looked you up and down, bringing his hand up to rub at his chin. “I’ll make sure to pick a long song.” 

You immediately felt your face go warm at his words and the way he looked at you up and down. Either in flattery or annoyance, you wouldn’t ever confess the truth aloud. You cross your arms across your chest and give him an unimpressed look, feeling your lips try to twitch up into a smile. Trying your best to sound annoyed, you snapped, “Get out.” 

Bucky chuckled, and this time, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, a warm feeling spreading through Bucky at the sight. He could see from the corner of his eye and through the window that some of the men started to make their way towards the mess hall, guess it was time to go. 

He turned his full attention back to you as he grinned and gave you a mock and dramatic salute, slowly walking backwards as he practically sang, “Yes ma’am.” 

You click your tongue and roll your eyes in faux annoyance as you watch him practically skip out of the door. Your eyes follow him through the window of the infirmary, a fond smile spreading across your lips as you watch him swing his arms over Buck and Benny's shoulders. The group immediately broke out into chuckles as they teased him. 

You couldn’t hear what the men were saying, but you could imagine it had something to do with you and why he was in the infirmary, judging by the way his face flushed and how he turned his head to glance back at the building. Your eyes widen slightly in shock as the two of you lock eyes through the window. Instead of giving you that teasing smirk he had given you times before when he caught you staring at him—which totally didn’t happen a lot—he grinned and winked before looking away. 

Maybe if he were good, that one dance might turn into more. 

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Sweet John

Summary: John keeps finding ways to stop by the hospital to see you, until he finally gets what he wants.

Pairing: Major John "Bucky" Egan x female reader Content/Warnings: John Egan being a charming bastard, 18+ smut (minors don't interact), unprotected sex. This starts real innocent, but it's really not. Notes: If you have any requests you’d like me to write please let me know! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you!

As you're helping wounded soldiers, rushing through the corridors of the campaign hospital at base, you bump into none other than Major John "Bucky" Egan.

You look up to see his smug smile. "Sorry, sweetheart." His hand gently over your arm as a way to balance you.

If you didn't know better, you'd even believe he might have done it unintentionally.

"It's alright Major." You tried to rush past him, with towels in both your arms to the end of the corridor.

"You shouldn't carry all that yourself." He takes half of the load from your arms. "Let me help. It's the least I could do."

He carries on up the corridor, following close behind you. You turn your head to him for a few seconds. You know you should be resisting. But he's very, very persuasive. Even when his uniform is covered with blood.

"You have blood on your uniform." You simply state.

"Oh, yeah." He shrugs, not bothered to wipe it off. "You know how it is." he tells you "Can't even breathe at battle without getting some blood splashed on you." He looks at you. "You've got some on you as well."

You look down at your own white uniform. "It has seen better days, yes." You continue to walk to the end of the corridor, entering one of the patient rooms.

John follows after you and looks around as soon as you're inside. "Oh, you're taking these to..." he trails off a bit as he sees who's laying in that bed. One of the men from his squad.

"Hi Sergeant. How are we feeling?" You spoke to the man resting on the bed.

The Sergeant looks up at you. "I've been better." As soon as he sees the Major behind you he tries to sit up, still a bit shaky. "Major." he says, his voice hoarse.

"I'm gonna clean that open wound and switch it up, is that alright?" you asked the man in the bed.

"Thank you, miss." he adds as you begin to gather your tools.

You can feel the Major's gaze on the back of your head as he watches from the doorway.

"It's gonna hurt a little. Take this." You hand the patient a bottle of alcohol to drink.

He takes it, grunting a little from the pain of just moving. He takes a sip and sets the bottle down. As you pour liquid over the wound to clean it, the Sergeant's leg moves in pain. He grunts loudly and moves in his bed. You feel the Major aproach the bed and hold the Sergeant with no trouble. He tries to move again but the Major's grip is firm.

"It's alright. Just hold still now." Major Egan tries to calm the man. You see the compassion and concern on his face. His hand is still on the Sergeant's lower body, ready to steady him again if necessary.

You say nothing, continuing to clean the wound and prepare the needle to stitch. The Major remains close. He watches you work, and his focus is almost entirely on exactly that. The Sergeant squirms in the bed again, but the Major remains in place.

"Easy." the Major tried to calm him down.

"Almost done, Sergeant." you mention as you finish stitching him up.

"Th- thank you." The Sergeant glances toward the Major. "She's real good, I'm telim' ya, sir."

You chuckle as you begin bandaging his wound. "Now... you shouldn't get up. Just try to rest and no missions for a few days. This needs to heal properly."

"Roger that, nurse." the Sergeant replies with a smile. "Will do." he finishes. "Could I get some more of that bottle, though? You know how it is."

You smile as you hand him the bottle for the second time. He takes another sip, as you hear Major Egan chuckle, keeping his eyes on the man and then on you as you put the remainder of the supplies away in a near medical cart, back turned to both men.

"She's pretty, ain't she, sir?" the Sergeant asks his Major who's sitting beside him still, in a lower voice.

As you barely hear the Sergeants comment, you tried to pay no attention to it, not curious to hear the Major's response.

You hear the Major chuckle again. "She is. I'm sure she's even got herself a fella already. Some lucky bastard."

"Probably some high rank fella, too." the Sergeant continues jokingly.

"Not a high enough rank for that, no." You barely hear Major John say.

As you finish storing all utensils, you approach both men again. "You rest up Sergeant. I'll tend to other soldiers now."

The man thanks you, as he rests his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes. The Major still has his gaze on you as you walk past him.

You continue to go about your shift, working on other patients in other beds. You do your best to ignore the Major's gaze when he is watching you from afar.

"Am I under some kind of evaluation, Major?" You asked unfazed, not looking at him, but still tending to a patient.

Somewhat caught off guard by the question, the Major's calm demeanour slips a bit. "Uh... no. I was-" he clears his throat "Just... checking up on... on your patient care."

"On my patient care?" You chuckled. "How's that going then?"

"It's going very well." he replies a little too quickly.

"Well I'm glad." You paused. "Thank you for the help back there."

"Any time." he replies. You see that he wants to say something else, but stops himself. "You've got everything under control in here then?"

"Sure thing."

"Great." He clears his throat again. "I'm..." He's having trouble finding the right words. "I'll let you get back to work then."

"Thank you, Major."

"Yeah. Sure, no problem." He finally leaves the room. You don't see him again for a while, but notice his eyes on you several times over the rest of the week or so.

A few weeks passed and the hospital became less busy. Patients were recovering and the missions were being successful over all. You notice the change. It's more peaceful, which is just what both you and the soldiers needed.

But there is one thing that has changed your routine. Major John "Bucky" Egan has been coming by to see you more often. And each time he does, he stays a little longer and talks a little more. He always makes sure to pay careful attention to everything you say, and always makes an effort to keep the conversation going. You can feel the other nurses and doctors giving you disguised looks, wondering if there's something going on with the two of you.

The Major even shows up when you're not working, and seems to hang around to see when you start your shift or finish for the day. He's always just hanging back, not being too obvious about it. You found it quite charming actually, the effort he would go into just to talk to you for a little while. It was definitely flattering. He's a handsome man, and he's got a certain charm and confidence about him that you can't help but like. Although you're still unsure how to feel about all of the attention, and that uncertainty definitely shows on your face as he approaches you yet again, and starts up another conversation.

"Major Egan." You say after he approaches you.

"Nurse." he replies with a polite smile. He's carrying a coffee mug and offerts it to you. "I figured you might be tired after your shift."

You gladly accepted it. "That's incredibly thoughtful of you."

"I try." he shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You can see his gaze still on you as you take the mug. For a little while he doesn't say a thing, just watching you as you take a small sip from the cup.

Suddenly, he clears his throat a little and speaks again. "I was wondering... there's a cafe outside the base... I though it'd be nice to go there and get something to eat." he says. He's still looking you straight in the eyes while saying it, his body relaxed and his hand resting casually on the mug. "Would you like to join me?" he adds after a moment.

"Right now?" you ask calmly.

He nods after a moment. "If you'd like." he responds. "We could both do with getting some real food. Maybe something more comforting than camp rations." He gives you a small smile, still watching you carefully as he waits for your answer.

You smiled at him for a second. "I'd like that."

His smile grows a little wider. "Great." He starts to back away. "I'll... I'll head out there now." he says "I'll be waiting just outside. The cafe's not far."

"I'll be right there." you smile.

He gives you one more little smile before making his way outside and waiting just out front of the camp, leaning agaisnt the wall and looking out the gate.

You head to the locker room where you find a colleague. You head inside to change out of your work clothes.

"Hey there." she grins "how have things been with you?"

"Good." you smile.

"Major's been going around again today, hasn't he?", she asks, glancing over at you.

"Um... yeah, he has." you continue to change into your clothes.

"Yeah, I figured as much. He coming around more often now? Spending more time talking to you?"

You chuckle, embarrassed. "I guess, yes."

"Well, I figured he had a thing for you" she laughs. "It was only a matter of time before he started getting a little flirtatious. He's not very good at hiding it."

"I think he's just being nice." you said as you buttoned your shirt.

"Sweetie, he's more than just nice. Major Egan has a reputation aroud here, you know. He doesn't go around being sweet to just anyone."

"Well, I don't know. I don't want everyone to go around and talk about this. The other nurses are real nosy!"

"Oh cm'on, don't worry. They'll just tease you a bit if they can tell that something's going on. And besides, nothing exciting happens around the hospital, so they cling to anything." she paused "But you're lucky. The Major's a looker, and I'm sure that you wouldn't mind his attentions, huh?" She gives you a playful nudge as she asks.

You chuckle as you looked at her. "He really is a looker isn't he?"

"Hell yeah he is." she laughs "A real man after my own heart. And the more things continue like this between you guys, the more certain I am that you might be the lady that gets to keep him to herself."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"Oh, come on. Just look at him. Just waiting right outside for you."

"Alright now. Enough of this." you said as you put your coat on. "I'm heading out."

"I'll see you back here later." she chuckles as you head out.

You find Major Egan just where he said he'd be. As you pass him and make your way to the gates outside, he starts walking with you, keeping his hands in his pockets.

"That's your work done for the day?" he asks casually.

"I have to get back in a few hours.... night shift."

"Ah... sure. Night shift. Busy workload tonight?"

"I don't think so."

He keeps his hands in his pockets the entire time, but he seems comfortable, confident, and content. "I bet it'll get busy in there." he adds, pointing to the cafe. "They have some of the best coffee and food around here."

"Have you been there lately?" you ask.

"It's been a little while now." he replies. "I had some time off last night and was going to go there, but I ended up making a stop by the hospital." he shrugs a little. "Had to see if you were looking after these soldiers properly, of course." he adds jokingly, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah, you've been a real caring Major these last few weeks."

"Well, I was just making sure you were up to the task of caring for our troops." he continues.

"Oh, your soldiers never complained."

He smiles at your comment. "Glad to hear it." He looks at you again, a small grin on his face. "Or maybe it's just that they have something nice to look at while they're recovering?"

"Alright now Major Egan."

"Oh come on, why don't you just call me John, hm?"

You looked at him for a couple of seconds. "If you're sure."

He gives you a little nod, still smiling. "Absolutely."

You approach the cafe and he holds the door open for you as you walk inside.

The cafe is busy as John said it'd be. Off duty soldiers fill the place with their drinks, raised voices and the smell of cigars. Most of them are playing a game of cards at the tables. Several are chatting and laughing with each other, making it a very lively environment. Major Egan steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"It is busy, isn't it?" he asks as he guides you to an empty table. He holds your seat out for you before sitting down across from you. "You don't mind it being so busy, do you?"

"Not at all."

He smiles, his hands still in his pockets. A waiter comes to your table and takes your order. John asks you what you want and then orders for you. You just smile politely at the waiter before he heads off.

"I'm glad you agreed to come with me this afternoon." he says after a moment in silence. You notice him leaning forward on the table as the conversation continues. He seems quite calm, but you can tell how focused he is on you.

At one point, one of the soldiers at another table glances over at the two of you, and then nudged the others at the table. There's a murmur of conservation and a few more glances as the others take note of the Major and the nurse sitting together again.

The Major doesn't seem to notice though. It remains a lighthearted conversation, but there's an undercurrent of something a little bit more going on underneath the surface.

Before either of you realize, both of you have been talking to each other for half an hour. The Major shows no signs of losing interest in the conversation.

After a while, a couple first year Sergeants approach the table curiously, excitedly presenting themselves to John.

"Major Egan, sir!" the first says confidently.

"Major." the second follows. They both glance at you a tad nervously.

The Major looks up at them and smiles, still sitting at the table casually. "At ease, gentlemen" he says, raising his hands off the table, but still relaxed.

"Sir, a few of the men were wondering if they could get an extended leave, due to the successful mission earlier today."

The Major stares at the first Sergeant for a second, and his eyes dart over to you. He's still smiling a little, but there's a serious side to him that comes through as he talks with them.

"I understand that you were planning on extending their leave to allow them to rest?" he replies to both men.

"Yes, sir." the first replies "if that's alright with you, sir?"

"It's alright, Sergeant." the Major nods again. "There'll will be no issue on my part in regards to that. How many days are you looking at?" he asks, looking between the two Sergeants.

"Around a week" one of them replied boldly "if that's fine with you sir?"

"A week, hm?" he stares at them for a moment. "A week should be sufficient for them to recharge, especially after a mission like this morning. Make it happen."

The Sergeants both nod their heads. "Yes, sir." They both give you a resrpectful salute before turning back around and walking to the larger table.

"Major Egan..." you say mockingly. He was so different when he talked to you.

He glances over at you with a little half grin. "Yeah?" He laid back in his chair as he waits for you to continue.

"And just when I was about to call you John." You say.

He chuckles softly at that. "Go ahead and call me John. If anyone around here is going to call me that, it should be you." he took a sip from his beer.

That gave you a chill down your spine, out of nervousness.

He sees that he has gotten some sort of reacting out of you, but that smile still remains on his face. "Go ahead, call me John."

"Alright, stop that." you chuckle.

"I just want you to call me by my first name. Is that too much to ask?"

You look at him in the eyes for a second, before smiling. "In here?"

"Here" he pauses "or anywhere else if you'd like." He lays back and continues to smile. That damn smile.

As you take in his comment, music starts to blast and all the soldiers rise from their seats and grab the women to dance. The cafe instantly becomes an athmosphere of fun and liveliness.

The Major glances over at the dance floor. "Would you like to join me?"

You nod your head shyly, and take John's hands as he pulls you into the dance floor. The music is a classic swing tune, and the soldiers all seem to know the moves perfectly, moving with rhythm and flow in a very playful mood.

Major Egan seems to be familiar with the dance, and as he moves with you his confidence and skill is undeniable. He leads you easily, gently pulling you around and twirl you in his arms, and all the while, he stays completely focused on keeping you steady, stable.

"You're a good dancer." he tells you, still smiling playfully as he does. He spins you around in his arms and then back around again, pulling you close enough so that his face is inches from yours. He's still maintaining a comfortable distance between you two, but it's evident that he wants to be so much closer.

The music begins to pick up more, and as it does, his moves become just a little bit more intimate and playful. His arms around your waist. It's clear that he's more than just enjoying the dance.

Moving his hands down to your hips as he holds you, not giving you quite as much space as before. He tilts his head and gets closer to your face, maintaining that same playful grin.

"Careful, John." you say over the music, teasing him.

He chuckles at the teasing, but he doesn’t pull away, nor does he stop dancing with you.

His movements get a little bit more playful now, bringing you in even closer.

"John..." you begin.

“Yes?” He stares at you with that same grin on his face, but his eyes have become more intense now, as if wanting to know where this is going.

"Kiss me." you ask.

His eyes remain on you as he stares quietly for a second, but then he finally leans in to meet your offer. There is nothing playful or light-hearted about this exchange. This is a serious and bold moment for the both of you. Major Egan goes completely for it, pressing his lips against yours. And as he does, his hands moves to your hips and pulls you even closer to him. The kiss was slow but eager, like weeks of tension have been building up. Every movement and gesture felt intentional. His hands on your hips feel more intense and firm now. You pulled back and heard the music echo.

The moment of silence was deafening.

The music was no longer all that you could think about. He stares back at you, clearly still wanting more, but he holds back from following through in that very moment.

"Let's go." you say looking up at him.

He doesn't answer, but simply nods his head. He takes your hand in his own, and together, the two of you exit the dance floor and leave the cafe. As soon as you hit the street night air, John grabs your hand and pulls you close again, his lips finding his way to yours. Your bodies are pressed against one another, and the intimacy of the moment is undeniable. His lips find yours again, this time, more eagerly. And he lingers for a second or two, savoring the kiss. This time, it feels like he’s taking it further, as his hands start moving down to your waist more playfully.

“You wanna take me to bed?” You simply say.

He looks back at you, a bit amused at the question, but also somewhat surprised that you had the boldness to suggest that.

He stares for a second, his lips partially parted. “Yeah. I do.”

His answers are blunt and straightforward. But there’s also a confidence and assertiveness about him that makes it very evident that he is completely and totally up for that idea.

You smiled. He smiles back at you, before leaning forward to take your hand again. But this time, he doesn't just hold your hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, his hand more possessive now as he glances down at your interwined fingers.

He leads you back into the base, guiding you towards his quarters.

The silence between you two is punctuated with little whispers and small talk here and there, but overall, the atmosphere is very much still intimate and playful between the two of you.

You noticed your environment. You've never been in this part of the base before, as it was only reserved for the Majors. It’s clear that this is a very private side of the base, for these higher ranking officers to be able to relax in the company of their women.

As you walk down the corridor, you hear the song My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker echoeing from a hall near by. Major Egan guides you through the hallway, the two of you still following hand in hand, until you both finally arrive at his room. You enter and before you could assimilate the space around you, John grabs your waist from behind, spins you around and you watch him close the door behind him so effortelessly, just before he kisses you gently, but passionately.

Everything around you has become a blur now, but you feel his hand on your back, leading you closer to his bed.

You start to walk backwards as he guided you. You put your arms around his neck, looking for support as he kisses you eagerly now. You jump, clinging into his body, as he grabs the back of your legs with his hands, easily supporting your weight. You moan quietly as he starts to feel your skin under your skirt as he holds you with both his hands.

John exhales soundly. "God..." he trailed off "You even sound beautiful."

His lips attack yours once again, filled with desire. His comment gave you chills all over your body. You felt him sit on the bed, you now straddling his lap. Being this close to him left you intoxicated, even speechless. You had nothing to say to him. Your attempts seemed to only come as careless whispers or moans as he explored your body with his hands.

"John..." you finally spoke.

You felt him smile into the kiss. "Yes?"

You took a second to answer, processing his touch. "Fuck me." You finally said.

He couldn't hide his smile. "I wanted to do this right." he paused as you looked at him. "I wanted to make love to you first."

The smirk plastered on his face made you melt. His eyes glistening with adoration for you.

You retributed the smile. "Sweet John..." you began tracing his features with your fingers. "Please do that."

You saw his smile grow slightly wider just before he closed the gap between both your lips.

He held you closer, his grip on you more firm, but never once hurting you.

“I imagined this moment a lot.” He confessed.

You began to take his uniform off. His shoulders so broad and his arms like two comforters around your torso. He did the same with your clothes but taking his sweet time to take in every little detail about you. The curve of your neck, the shape of your breasts and the freckles on your skin. Most of all he noticed the way your expression changed slightly when you became blushed with arousal.

His pants were bothering you, they were in the way. Your hand flew to his belt, trying to unbuckled it with no success. You saw him chuckle, surprisingly out of nervousness, as he helped you take it out. You always thought the Major John Egan would be swift in these manners, he had experience after all. It was the only thing nurses talked about, how much luck he had with women, inside or outside base. Was it so hard to believe that he could be actually nervous because you were the one unbuttoning his pants and trying to discard them? That was hard to grasp.

John grabbed the low of your back with one arm, supporting the other on the bed to lay you on top of it. He stood sat on the bed even after kicking his uniform pants, watching as you lay naked waiting for him to join you.

His expression was a mix of desire and adoration.

"What is it?" You asked laughing.

He shook his head slightly. "Nothing." he opened his mouth for a second before speaking. "I just think you're the most beautiful thing I've seen walk this earth."

You visibly blushed. How could you not? "You're just saying that because-" he interrumpted you immediately.

"Clothed or not." He said plainly, guessing the rest of your phrase. He looked at your face for a couple of seconds, and you did the same with difficulty. He was so handsome, his hair dischevelled falling perfectly on his forehead.

Not bearing it being away from him one more second, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to lay on top of you, opening your legs, allowing for him to fit in the empty space.

He immediately kissed you, your bodies now glued to each other. You could feel his hard member press against your core. You bent your kness, allowing him access. Your way of letting him know what you wanted.

He positioned himself at your entrance, ever so carefully. He looked at your expression as you gasped slightly, feeling him. He then kissed you gently, but eagerly, as he pushed himself inside you, slowly. Your mouth hang open as you threw your head slightly back on the pillow. He looked down at you, and he swore he could come undone right then and there, watching you in that blissful state.

You felt his lips on your neck, beginning in the low of your jaw until the base of your neck. You exhaled when you felt his touch and he could feel the vibrations of your voice on his lips.

His thrusts were purposely slow so you could adjust to his size. Soon enough he started to go deeper as you dig your nails in his upper back muscles.

"Faster." You pleaded, your voice only coming out as a low whimper.

He could hear it alright. John picked up his pace and you moaned louder as you felt every inch of him molding you.

"You feel so good." you heard him say between grunts into your lips.

You brought your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You broke it to speak finally. "John..." you called out his name. "I'm- I'm close."

"I know sweetheart, I know you are." his voice intoxicated you with desire, you could barely control yourself. "I can feel you closing on me." he continued thrusting in and out at that perfect pace. "You can let go... I wanna see that perfect face when you cum."

That was enough for you to explode. You soon came undone, your voice a higher pitch when you moaned his name a couple of times. You felt his warm release spill inside you. His face inches away from yours, mouths open, exhaling as you both reached your high. The moment that followed seemed like completely silent, only your breaths almost in perfect sync.

He smiled after noticing tears of pleasure in the corner of both your eyes, kissing each one of them away from your face. You both moaned when he removed himself inside you, both still very much overstimulated.

He laid next to you, immediately pushing you into his chest, arms wrapped around you. There were no words needed. You guys didn't have to talk about what happened. It was clear.

A few minutes were passed in silence. You looked at the clock on his wall, which marked almost twelve.

"Shit, I have to go. The night shift." you grabbed a bed sheet instinctively to cover yourself as you sat up, looking for your clothes scattered on his bedroom's floor.

"No." his voice lingered, pulling you back on the bed again. "You're staying here tonight."

You smiled as you looked at his sleepy expression. "I don't think that's up for you to decide. The doctors do our schedules, I have to show up to work."

His voice became deeper with tiredness. "I'm Major Egan. I can make a few calls." He suggested, his voice now more playful. "If you'd like to stay here with me tonight." his demeanour expectant.

You looked at him for a couple of seconds, giving thought to his offer. A smile escaped your lips, as you lay in the bed again, slightly embarrassed.

"They can get by without you one night. I can't." he admitted while wrapping his arms around your torso, setting the covers on top of you both.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

✨️Masterlist 1✨️

John Egan:

I'll come pick it up after / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / End /

Did you just kiss me?

Alright, bet!

Protect You

Back to black

Until you come back home / 2 /

Stop trying to feel everything

Inventor

Soft and prude

Small space

Run!

You want my jacket?

Kiss me before you leave

I hate / love you

Princess and the fool

I have a plan

You're like me, but better

New Girl

Never felt so...

Too Sweet

Chicken

Callum Turner:

Co- Stars / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 /

Qué serà serà

Finals season

Joe Rantz:

Training / 2 /

Theseus Scamander

Young, dumb in love

Curtis Biddick

Daylight

Your idiot?

You have to live

Gale Cleven

Told you she was real

Who did this to you?

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Therapist

Ronald Speirs

Disguise

Disguise pt.2

John Brady

Misunderstanding

Austin Butler

Fame / 2 / 3 / 4 /

Eugene Roe

Bastogne

Waiting on forever

Bill Guarnere

When sparks fly

Richard Winters

Breaking Point

[ilovemilestellersmoustache]

Back To You

John Egan X Reader

WC: 3K

Summary: John always finds his way back to you

The sun hung low over Thorpe Abbotts, casting long shadows across the airfield. The hum of aircraft engines filled the air, blending with distant laughter and the sharp calls of soldiers. For John Egan, however, the atmosphere felt dense with memories—of love, heartache, and the chasm that war had carved between him and Y/N. Once, their engagement had been a sanctuary, a promise of a future stitched together with shared dreams. But in a moment of raw vulnerability, suffocated by fear and uncertainty, he had made a choice that would haunt him.

“Y/N, I can’t do this,” he had said, his voice quaking as he faced her, the evening light dimming around them. “I can’t let you wait for something that might never come.”

Y/N’s eyes had shimmered with unshed tears, her expression a painful mix of confusion and sorrow. “You think I’ll just grow tired of waiting? You think I’ll forget you?”

“It’s not that,” he had insisted, desperation clawing at his throat. “It’s just… I don’t want either of us to suffer if something happens to me.”

He could still hear the tremor in her voice as she replied, “You think I’m weak? That I can’t handle it?” Each word was a dagger, piercing through the facade he’d built around himself.

“Y/N, please,” he had begged, his heart racing. “I’m trying to be realistic. We don’t know how long this war will last. I can’t ask you to put your life on hold for me.”

The air between them had crackled with tension, filled with unspoken love and the ache of impending loss. Finally, she had stepped back, the distance between them a stark reminder of what he was giving up. “I won’t just be some memory you tuck away. I want to be there for you. And what do you want us to do when you eventually get back? Move on without each other?”

But John had shaken his head, each refusal feeling like a knife twisting in his gut. “You’ll only be waiting in vain. I can’t live with that.”

And so he had turned away, each step feeling heavier than the last, as if the earth itself was trying to pull him back to her. He could almost hear the echoes of their laughter, the way their hands fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that were meant to be. But now, the specter of war loomed large, casting shadows over everything they had once dreamed of—a home, children, a life built on love.

As he first landed in Thrope Abbotts the weeks dragged into months, John found himself ensnared in the rigors of military life. He navigated training exercises, early morning drills, and the relentless buzz of adrenaline that came with preparing for flight. Yet, beneath the surface, turmoil churned within him. The weight of his decision sat heavily on his shoulders, a constant reminder of the love he had pushed away. Each day, he fought not only the enemy but also the haunting memories of Y/N—her laughter, her warmth, the way her eyes sparkled with hope.

He saw his fellow soldiers embrace their families in letters, the words spilling with love and longing. It only deepened his own sense of isolation, each written sentiment a painful contrast to his own solitude. He had tried to bury the ache, focusing instead on the camaraderie around him. Yet, at night, when silence blanketed the barracks, her absence pressed down on him, an insistent weight that refused to be ignored.

Then, one fateful afternoon, as he walked through the base, a familiar voice echoed through the medical hall.

“Are you all right?” one of the nurses asked, her tone light yet concerned.

John turned instinctively, and time froze. There she was—Y/N. Clad in crisp white, her hair pulled back in a neat bun, she moved with purpose and confidence that took his breath away. His heart raced, the familiar warmth of affection flooding back, but panic gripped him, freezing him in place. He ducked behind a supply cart, praying she wouldn’t see him. The air around him crackled with unspoken words and unshed emotions, and all he could think was how desperately he wanted to run to her, to hold her tightly and never let go.

What would he say? How could he face her after all this time? Every moment they had shared replayed in his mind—each laugh, each touch, the way she had made him feel alive. But now, standing there in uniform, he felt like a shadow of himself, haunted by regret and fear.

Later that evening, the bar buzzed with life, soldiers unwinding after a long week. Laughter mingled with the sounds of glasses clinking and music playing softly in the background. Yet John found it hard to immerse himself in the revelry. His thoughts were elsewhere, orbiting around Y/N.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and she walked in. The room seemed to brighten as she entered, her laughter spilling into the space, warm and infectious. She was there with Robert Rosenthal—Rosie—a friend she had made there, and they moved with a carefree ease that John had always admired. They danced, their laughter intertwining with the music, and John’s heart sank further. Seeing her so happy, so alive, only deepened the regret gnawing at him.

John felt a strange mix of emotions—longing, jealousy, admiration. Every time their eyes met across the crowded room, it sent a jolt through him. But every time she smiled at Rosie, a shadow of despair crept in, reminding him of the choice he had made. He wanted nothing more than to walk over, to bridge the distance that had grown between them, but the fear of rejection held him back.

As the night wore on, he noticed more interactions between Y/N and Rosie—laughter, shared glances, the kind of camaraderie that hinted at something deeper. It twisted his gut with an ache he couldn’t shake. The music faded into the background as his thoughts spiraled. What had he done? What had he lost?

Finally, their eyes locked again, and this time it felt electric, charged with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. A mix of shock and recognition flickered between them. Time stood still, and for a brief moment, it was as if the world outside had faded away. But just as quickly, her smile faltered, sadness creeping in, and she turned her gaze away.

The evening dragged on, and Y/N slipped out of the bar, leaving John feeling hollow, the laughter around him muted. He called out her name, the sound desperate in the stillness of the night. “Y/N!”

She paused, slowly turning to face him, her expression a blend of surprise and reluctance.

“How—why are you here?” he managed to ask, his heart pounding.

A shadow crossed her face, and he could see the hurt lingering in her eyes. “After you left, I had nothing to do,” she said, her voice steady yet tinged with pain. “I was supposed to wait for you, for us to build a life together. But when that future vanished…” Her voice trailed off, revealing the weight of her heartache.

John felt a deep ache in his chest. “So you decided to become a nurse?”

“I applied to the medical program,” she replied, her tone firm. “I wanted to be useful, to help in some way. But more than that, I needed to move forward. I can’t just sit and wait for something that might never come.”

A sense of regret washed over him. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I thought I was protecting you.”

“By pushing me away?” she countered, her voice trembling slightly. “You thought I would just forget you? I wanted to fight for us, John.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, the weight of his confession hanging heavy between them. “I still am.”

A silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. He searched her face for a sign that she understood, that she could forgive him. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you were gone.”

Y/N took a deep breath, her posture radiating a mix of strength and vulnerability. “John, I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt. It felt like you chose the war over me, like I was a burden you couldn’t carry.”

“No, that’s not how it was,” he said, stepping closer, his heart racing. “I was trying to protect you, but I see now that it was selfish. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was only pushing you away.”

She looked at him, her gaze unwavering. “I’ve started a new life, John. I’m not waiting anymore.”

His heart cracked anew at her words. “But what if we could still find a way? I don’t want to lose you again.”

Y/N looked torn, a mixture of hope and doubt crossing her features. “You’re in the war, John. You’re fighting for your life and for others. I can’t be a distraction to that.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. “I want you in my life, Y/N. I want to fight for us. I just need to know… is there still a chance?”

Her eyes softened, yet determination shone through. “John, I don’t want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed again. It’s not fair to either of us.”

Fair?” John echoed, his heart aching with the weight of her words. “What’s fair in this mess we call life? We’ve lost so much already. Can’t we at least try?”

Y/N shook her head, frustration mingling with sadness. “You’re asking me to risk my heart again, and I don’t know if I can bear it. What if you go back to the front, and this—us—becomes just another casualty of war?”

The night air felt charged with unspoken tension, a battle of emotions unfolding between them. John took a step closer, desperate for some semblance of connection. “But what if we don’t try? I’d rather have the chance to love you and lose it than to walk away without knowing what could have been.”

Her gaze flickered, caught in the crossfire of hope and fear. “I’ve rebuilt myself, John. I can’t afford to fall apart again.”

“Rebuilding isn’t forgetting,” he urged, his voice low and earnest. “You’ve always been a part of me. You always will be. Even in this chaos, I still want you by my side.”

Y/N looked away, biting her lip as if wrestling with the turmoil inside her. “You don’t understand. Every moment I spent waiting for you felt like drowning. I can’t go back to that place.”

“Then let’s move forward together,” he said, urgency spilling from him. “Let’s fight for what we have. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I can promise I’ll fight for you with everything I have.”

Her expression softened slightly, the walls she had built around her heart wavering. “And what if you get taken from me again? What if this time you don’t come back?”

“Then I’ll fight like hell to make sure I do,” he vowed, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce determination. “I’m fighting for a future, Y/N. For us. And I won’t let fear take that away from me again.”

The silence hung heavy, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Slowly, a small flicker of hope ignited in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by uncertainty. “I need to think, John.”

“Please don’t shut me out,” he pleaded, desperation flooding his voice. “Just give me a chance to show you that I’m not the same man I was before. I’ve learned from my mistakes.”

Y/N hesitated, the struggle evident on her face. “And if I say yes? What does that mean for us?”

“It means we’ll navigate this together,” he replied, his voice steady, filled with conviction. “It means we’ll create our own path, no matter how uncertain it might be.”

For a long moment, she searched his eyes, weighing the possibilities. Finally, she exhaled softly, a hint of resolve breaking through the clouds of doubt. “Goodnight John. I’ll see you around”

As he stood there, watching her walk away the weight of the world still heavy upon them, John felt a flicker of hope ignite within his chest. Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other amidst the chaos of war.

But deep down, he knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. He would have to confront not just the enemy outside but the shadows of his own fears. And as he looked at Y/N.

The next morning the sky was clear over the base, but John heard the familiar roar of engines echoed across the airfield as he prepared for his next mission yet, all he could think about was Y/N and their conversation from last night, her voice rising in frustrations and his pleads. He had left her again that night with un-known answers to them.

As the B-17 took to the skies, the weight of unresolved words hung heavy on John’s heart. He knew the risks of his job, but the thrill of flying often overshadowed his better judgment. It wasn’t until their mission went awry—caught in a storm and then attacked—that he realized how easily everything could change.

The plane was hit, and despite their best efforts, it went down behind enemy lines. He had found himself captured, his fate sealed in a grim POW camp where hope flickered like a dying candle. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the weight of isolation pressing down on him.

In the dim light of their cell, John found solace in writing. He pulled a scrap of paper from his tattered uniform and began his first letter to Y/N.

“Dear Y/N,” he wrote, his handwriting shaky, “I’m thinking of you every moment, I’m stuck in this place. I wish I could tell you better how sorry I am for everything, we both know I’ve never been good with words. You deserve to know that I love you more than words can say. There hasn’t been a day in the last 8 years since Buck introduced you to me that I haven’t thought of you. Even when I called it quits. I still pretended you were at home waiting for me to keep myself going. You don’t have to forgive me but I just needed you to know that if I dont make it out here it was a life well spent with you. Please stay strong for me.”

He folded the letter carefully, hiding it in his jacket pocket, hoping somehow it would make its way to her. Each day, he wrote more, documenting their struggles and clinging to the memories of their time together. The letters were his lifeline, an escape from the cold, hard reality of the camp.

Meanwhile, back in Norfolk, Y/N was consumed by a mix of anger and worry. She had heard whispers of John’s capture but had received no confirmation. Her heart ached with longing as she waited for news. Till his first letter arrived in the mail informing her about his whereabouts and thoughts. Seeing this she quickly poured her feelings into letters to send back, writing to the stars, hoping they would reach him.

“Dear John,” she wrote one evening, the candlelight flickering in her small room, “I’m so angry for you constantly for what you did, but how can i be mad when I well know you were it for me and I was stubborn enough to say no when you wanted us back. But I’m more scared than anything right now because I need you John. I miss you every day and hope for your safety. Please come back to me.”

The months dragged on, with each passing day deepening the chasm of uncertainty. John’s letters became a source of strength for him. They shared stories, laughter, and dreams of freedom, the bond between them growing stronger amidst the harsh realities of their captivity.

“Remember that picnic we had by the river?” John wrote one day, reminiscing. “You made that terrible potato salad, but I loved it anyway. I can’t wait to sit by that river again with you.”

As winter settled in, the cold seeped into their bones, and hope began to wane. But every time John thought of Y/N, he felt a spark reignite. The thought of her kept him going.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, an unexpected rescue operation led to their liberation. The sound of gunfire and chaos filled the air as Allied forces stormed the camp. John’s only thoughts as he started climbing to place the American flag were of Y/N and that he was coming home to her.

When John stepped off the transport plane back at Thorpe Abbotts, his heart raced. He was alive, but a part of him felt hollow without Y/N by his side. Word had spread of his return, and as he stepped onto the airfield, he searched the crowd.

Suddenly, he saw her—Y/N stood at the edge of the tarmac, her face a mix of disbelief and joy. Time seemed to freeze as they locked eyes. Without a second thought, she broke into a run, and he met her halfway, enveloping her in his arms.

“John!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m here,” he murmured into her hair, holding her tightly as if she were the only thing anchoring him to reality. “I’m so sorry for everything honey. I never wanted to leave things the way we did.”

Y/N pulled back, looking deep into his eyes. “You scared me, John. I was so angry, but I was terrified.”

“I know,” he replied, brushing her tears away with his thumb. “I didn’t realize how much you meant to me until I was lost. You’re my home, Y/N.”

They kissed, their lips meeting with a fervor that spoke of all the unspoken words, the longing that had built up over the months apart. The kiss deepened, filled with all the love and regret they had bottled up.

As they pulled away, breathless, Buck, standing nearby, grinned and clapped John on the back. “Looks like you two have some catching up to do!”

John chuckled, pulling Y/N back into his embrace. “Let’s go home,” he said softly.

Hand in hand, they walked away from the airfield, the sun setting on the horizon, casting a golden glow over them. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, ready to face whatever came next together.

That evening, as they sat under the stars, they shared stories and dreams, the weight of the past lifting with every word.

“I still can’t believe you’re really here,” Y/N whispered, leaning against him.

“I’ll always come back to you,” John promised, kissing her forehead. “I’ll never take that for granted again.”

Their hearts were full, the air thick with unspoken words. In that moment, they knew they were finally home—together.

[shockerclassified]

Whiskey

Major John Egan x reader

Warnings - few swear words, flirting, alcohol

Word count - 1418

a/n - it's been sooo long, mainly because I've been focused on doing applications to transfer colleges. I also didn't know who to write about for a while after farleigh, lol. I hope you enjoy :)

“How much longer are you going to be back there?” your friend groans from the other side of the bar. The bar staff requested extra hands since a large number of pilots and crew had arrived, and for some reason you volunteered to help out. 

“I have another hour left, and then I’m finished,” you say as you hand the guy next to her his drink. She just groans in response. “Plus, you said you were planning on ditching me and finding someone to entertain you for the night.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same when I’m doing it alone.”

“You do realize I’m not the only person you know here, right?” You tell her as another uniformed man walks up to the bar.

“Can I get a round of whiskeys and a ginger beer, please?” the man asks before your friend could answer. You nod and get started on his order.

“Ginger beer?” you hear your friend ask in a judgemental yet light tone.

“Don’t worry it’s not for me,” the man lets out a small laugh. You hand him his drinks on a tray, and he thanks you before walking away.

“You may not be the only person I know, but you're the only one I really like. But I’ll leave you alone to do your job and make my way to where that man just went,” your friend nudges her head in his direction. After following him with your eyes you give her a ‘really’ look once you spot the table and she gives you an innocent shrug in return.

The table is surrounded by nothing but higher ups. It also happens to include the inseparable best friends Major John “Bucky” Egan and Major Gale “Buck” Cleven.

“Maybe once you get Major Egan you’ll be able to put in a good word for me with Major Cleven, or if I get to Cleven first, I could put in a good word for you. We could do the whole double date thing. Their names have a nice ring to it don’t you think?” 

“Lower your voice,” you shush her as you glance around for any listening ears. All of the men in the bar know one another in some way, and word travels fast.

“What? You’ve had a crush on the guy for the longest time, and you do nothing about it every time he flies in,” she tells you. “If you ask him out and he turns you down, it's not like you have to see him for long.”

“I’m sorry, have you met me? What makes you think I would ever go up to a guy and ask him out?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to be bold for the both of us. Can I get a shot before I go, I’m going to need some liquid courage to take these men on.”

“Take your shot and go,” you say as you wave her off with your hand after placing her shot down in front of her. She takes her shot and wanders off, but not before giving you a smirk. You just playfully roll your eyes in return.

You don’t realize how much time goes by with the constant swarm of men coming up to the bar, but when you decide to look up at the clock on the wall you notice you only have ten minutes left until you're free. It has pretty much slowed down given the fact that most of the men were already drunk out of their minds, but the room was far from quiet.

“Next time it’ll be me who knocks his ass out,” you hear a voice say as they come up to the bar you currently had your back to.

You turn around confused, planning to question the person, but you freeze a little once you notice Major Eagan infront of you. You feel yourself panic a little given the fact that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. He must see your confused expression though because he begins to explain himself.

“Sorry not you, I was talking to one of my buddies. He knocked some brit out on the first punch,” he says, but not before quickly adding, “It was well deserved though, the man was a prick.”

You just nod in response, not knowing what to say to that other than, “Can I get you anything, Major?”

“Yes, whiskey please,” he smiles as he leans his uniform covered arms on the bar top.

“You wouldn’t happen to belong to the table that requested all those whiskeys tonight would you?” you ask as you turn around to grab a bottle and glass. You also try to keep your hands steady and your face as neutral as possible.

“Guilty,” he lets out a small laugh as you set his drink in front of him. He doesn’t reach out to touch it, but keeps those blue eyes of his on you. “Got a problem with whiskey?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because I could’ve sworn you made a face when I said it,” he tells you, but there’s no attitude behind it. Good observation skills on his part, bad concealing skills on your part. He is a soldier after all.

“Oh, you caught that,” you let out a little laugh as you try to busy yourself with something behind the bar. As much as you would like to keep talking to him – because you would most likely never get the chance again – you kind of wish he would walk away so you could control your sweating. Your friend would probably slap you if you turned this interaction down though.

“Yeah, is there a story behind it or you just don’t like whiskey?” 

“I just don’t like it,” you say, and it’s true. You feel it’s way too strong, especially to be drinking so casually.

“You have one of the best whiskeys sitting on that shelf behind you, and you're telling me you don’t like it?” you’re not looking at him, but you can hear a playful tone in his voice. If only your friend could see you now, wherever she is.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Uh huh,” he replies in a tone that tells you he doesn’t believe you. “When are you able to leave from behind there?” he motions to you behind the bar. 

You take a glance up at the clock at the wall and notice you’re not supposed to leave for another three  minutes. But, then again, a cute guy is standing across from you so who cares?

“Now actually,” you respond.

“Well then pour yourself a glass, and I’ll drink it with you,” he tells you, and you feel your stomach flutter. It also could be that you’re nauseous from being so nervous.

“This sounds an awful lot like peer pressure,” you joke and he lets out a laugh. 

You do as he says and pour yourself a glass because what the hell. He raises his up as a form of cheers, and you do the same before you both tilt your heads back and drink. You pull a face as the liquid burns going down your throat; he just laughs. 

“You really don’t like it,” he says as you set your glass down.

“I prefer sweeter things like wine. You know, the stuff that doesn’t taste like acid,” you say, and he just lets out another laugh at your response.

“Well I’ll remember that for next time,” he says, and you almost drop your guys’ cups, which you just picked up to put away.

“Next time?” you pause before looking up at him.

“Yes. I’m going to be here for a while, and I figured the two of us could do something,” he tells you like it was obvious,” Without any whiskey involved of course.”

“And what makes you think I want to?”

“Because you just spent the past ten minutes having a conversation with me. Oh, and your friend told me to come over here since I helped her get with my buddy Buck,” he gives you a smirk.

Your heart practically slaps the ground, and you feel like you actually might throw up. Part of you isn’t surprised because you were never going to do anything about your crush and your friend knew, and the other part of you is shocked because what happened to girl code?

“Well now I definitely don’t want to,” you tell him, half joking, as you resume cleaning up.

[bradleybabshaw]

prettier than a peach (john "bucky" egan x reader)

In which you're his favorite nurse, and John Egan tries his hardest to win your heart.

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Bucky Egan is a warning all on his own. Fluffy, fluffy fluff.

Disclosure: Please do not copy my work on any other sites. I will be posting this here & on ao3 shortly. This fic is based on the characters brought to life in the Apple TV series Masters of the Air, not the real people the characters were based on.

Note: Peach!Reader is going to make many appearances, I'm going to make this a series. Without further adieu, enjoy.

It all started on a Saturday morning. It was early—really early. You hadn't really expected to have anyone walking around near the infirmary, but at half past 0300, you heard the sounds of heavy footfalls, with slurred speech and another low voice arguing.

 You get up to look out the window, and not a second goes by before the door swings open. You recognize the two men instantly: Major Gale "Buck" Cleven is half dragging Major John "Bucky" Egan into the infirmary. 

"Morning, ma'am." Major Cleven's blue eyes zero in on you immediately, and he offers you a kind (and apologetic) smile. "My buddy here had a bit too much to drink and got himself into a scuffle with some guys at the bar." 

Your gaze flickers to Major Egan, studying him with a calculating gaze. He's going to have a black eye, you notice, and he's holding onto the left side of his ribs. It's not the first time you've heard of the Major getting into a fight, but it's the first time it's happened on your shift. 

"Alright, Major." You're addressing Egan now, coming to his side to support his left side. "Let's get you settled in bed so I can take a look at those ribs." 

You are wholly unprepared for the absolute human hurricane that is Major John Egan.

"Tryin' to get me in bed already, doll?" His words are slurred from too much alcohol, but his voice is deep and husky, and you hate the way it makes you shiver. "I don't even know your name."

Major Cleven sucks in a breath and rolls his eyes. "John Clarence Egan." That accent drawls his friend's name, and his tone is very much annoyed. "You're in the presence of a lady—a nurse—for crying out loud. Behave."

"Oh, c'mon, she walked right into that one." He insists, "She thought it was funny. You thought it was funny, right, doll?"

Stormy blue eyes are suddenly fixed on your face. It's almost like time stops for you; of course you've seen him around before, but the moment you really look into his eyes, it's like you can see your whole life ahead of you. He's quiet now, just watching you, and he finds himself absolutely anamored with the delicate blush working its way onto your face.

"It was a little funny." You admit it, but you don't meet his eyes again. You're too afraid of what you'll see on his face, because while you're falling hard and fast at first sight, he's only flirting with a woman. That's all it is to him, you're sure of it.

His chest is warm when you open his jacket and roll up his shirt. You have to ignore how beautifully masculine he is on order to focus on your job. Your eyes flicker to his abdomen, and sure enough, there are wicked bruises starting to show on the skin that covers his ribs. You're pretty sure they're not broken, but you have to be sure.

"This may hurt." You warn him, your fingers prodding gently at his side, and he hisses quietly under his breath. You don't feel anything out of place, but he'll definitely need a few hours of rest and something to ease the pain.

"Your hands are freezing." He grumbles, and before you can say anything, he's got both of them in his much bigger, warmer hands. "There, that's better."

"You're unbelievable, John Egan." Major Cleven speaks up from behind you, his tone more exasperated than anything else.

You carefully extract your hands from Major Egan's, and you try to ignore the way he pouts when you're no longer touching him. "I'll keep him overnight for observation, Major Cleven. Make sure he rests and heals up a bit."

Major Cleven looks strangely relieved, but still, he frowns. "Are you sure? I can handle Bucky; I don't want him causing you any trouble."

His gentle demeanor makes you smile. "I appreciate that, Major, but I've dealt with far rowdier men than Major Egan here. You go on and get some rest; I'll handle this."

Major Egan looks irritated that you and his best friend were talking about him like he wasn't even there. "Just call me Bucky. Or I'll take John." He tells you, his tone demanding, his lips pulled into yet another pout.

"You behave yourself." Major Cleven points a finger at him, his face stern. When he turns back to you, he offers another warm smile. "You might as well call me Buck, too, since you're saving me from trying to sleep in the same room as that one while he's drunk."

You offer your name in return, and you offer a comforting smile as you shoo Buck off to bed.

It's quiet for a moment after the other Major takes his leave. You wonder if the alcohol has made Major Egan fall asleep. You're surprised to see his eyes open and staring directly at you when you turn around.

"Can't remember if I've ever seen you around before." He says, his words still slightly slurred as he speaks. You can't recall ever having heard a voice like his before. Gravely, warm and steady, even with alcohol in his system. "I'd remember that face; you're so pretty."

"And you're drunk." You answer, turning away before he can notice that you're blushing. You've dealt with flirty airmen before, but this is the first time it's really gotten to you. "Get some rest, Major."

He's quiet for a moment, and you're grateful for a reprieve from the flirting as you mark the log book with a pencil. The only noise for a few moments is the lead scratching against the paper as you write.

"I'm gonna call you Peach."

When you turn back, his lips tug into the most heart-stopping smirk you've ever seen. "You could just call me Nurse." You point out, and for some reason, that only seems to egg him on.

"Well, I like Peach. You're prettier than a peach. Sweet as one too; look at that blush." You're sure you've forgotten how to breathe.

"You're a menace." You answer after you've finally gotten a hold of your emotions. "And it's early; you need rest. Sleep."

"How about a goodnight kiss first?" You almost toss the log book at him. Almost. "Just one on the forehead, and then I'll sleep. Scout's honor, Peach."

You sigh, your eyes darting over his face for a moment. Sure, he's a flirt, but you've never heard of him ever harming a woman. So you walk over to his bedside and lean down.

His forehead is warm, an errant curl tickling your cheek as your lips press against his skin. You feel him shudder under the touch of your lips against him, but then his breathing evens back out as you lean away.

"Alright, Major, you got your kiss. Now sleep." He doesn't miss the way your eyes flicker to his lips and away again, but he does as he's told and rolls over onto his side.

After he falls asleep, the morning is quiet. Your shift at the infirmary ends at 0600 and the nurse who comes to relieve you doesn't seem surprised to see Bucky there. She rolls her eyes and huffs a laugh as you explain how he came to be in a bed in the infirmary.

He's shifting awake as you're leaving, and his blue eyes have just enough time to focus on your retreating form before you're gone. He was a little saddened; he'd been hoping for one more kiss.

Outside, the air is still cool, and the sun is just beginning to peek beyond the horizon. The inky blackness of the sky is lightening to a shade of blue that looks like Major Egan's eyes, and God, you have to stop thinking about him. You really didn't need to get attached.

You pass Buck on the way back to your quarters, and he waves at you with one of his dazzling smiles as he passes. He's wearing his uniform, and you know that means he'll be out in the sky soon enough. You return his smile and wave happily.

Exhaustion sweeps through you as you enter your quarters, and you make quick work of taking your hair pins out and wiping your makeup off. By the time your head hits the pillow, sleep pulls you under. The only things on your mind as you fall asleep are dark curls and blue eyes.

***

Hours later, you blink awake. There's still sunlight flittering in through the curtains over your window, and you sit up to stretch your arms and shoulders. It had to be close to dinnertime, and your stomach rumbles as you slip out of bed and dress in your uniform. Sometimes you missed your dresses back home, but you always felt a sense of pride in your olive drab skirt and jacket. You make sure to swipe on your Victory Red lipstick before you leave.

Placing your cover under your arm, you slip out of your barracks just to come face-to-face with a man. Not just any man, either.

"Peach!" He's still loud, his face wide and warm and friendly. His breath smells like the peppermint gum he's chewing, and his eyes are clear. "Don't think I didn't see you slip out of the room before I could ask for my morning kiss."

He's smiling so brightly that it's like looking at the sun. He's all white teeth and dark curls and blue eyes, his cover tucked under his arm. He's got a single flower in his free hand. You've never seen someone look so devastatingly beautiful.

"Major." You greet him, and it's a good thing you didn't put on blush when refreshing your makeup because your face is hot now. Just from looking at him. "What brings you to the women's barracks?"

"I told you, Peach. Call me Bucky. Or John." His grin never falters. You want to kiss the corner of his mouth, nip at the jawline. He's got so much energy and vitality, and your heart beats so loudly that it's a wonder he can't hear. "Well, I came to offer you this gorgeous flower I found on my way over here and ask if you'd like to dance with me tonight."

You'd forgotten all about the party tonight. A crew completing their 25th mission—you hadn't really planned on attending, but you find yourself very tempted to go. "I'm not really the party type." You admit that, and that dims the light in his eyes a little. You regret the words immediately.

"Just one dance." He steps in closer, taking up more space. He's so tall and broad-shouldered; the man takes up so much room that it makes you feel small in the best way. "For your favorite patient? After all, you did give me a good-night kiss. That's gotta count for something."

Your mind rewinds to that moment, when he was fever-warm and shivering under your lips, when you'd wanted so badly to let him kiss you all over. If you weren't blushing before, you sure are now. "Alright, Bucky," You have to ignore the way he lights up when you use his nickname. "One dance."