Gayle!! I'm still fawning over your last cleganMarge drabble, can we get more? Maybe some soft Marge & John with Gale looking on fondly?!
For the final in the first English class Buck takes in college, he has to write an essay defining "True Love."
He sighs when he reads the requirement in the syllabus during the first week. Creative essays have never been his strong suit, and when he sees a term like "true love" he knows he thinks outside the norm.
Not just because he has a legal wife in Marge and a lifetime commitment in Bucky. But because he's never assumed "true love" must mean "romantic."
There was true love between Buck and his crew in the fort. Love built of learning together, of wanting to keep each other safe. of looking the horror of war dead in the eye and surviving.
There's true love between Buck and the Tuskegee Airmen he met at the Stalag. He hates that he met them in such circumstances, but he also knows he likely never would have known them without those circumstances. It makes the love simple--soldiers who survived together but complicated--soldiers who weren't allowed to ever serve together.
There's true love between a man and his dog--like Demarco adopting Meatball the moment he met them and tracking down an oxygen mask so he can make it to England. Meatball, well-loved and cared for by the rest of the boys after Buck and Demarco went down, who was confused on his first sniff of Demarco after the camp and then turned into a giant puppy after it seemed to work through his brain who it was.
There's true love between people who have been together but separated for an entire war, like Rosie and Ken. Who made it through the worst of everything with one always going up and nearly dying, and the other on the ground and trying to ignore the fear in his belly about what could happen.
And, okay, that last one is romantic, but it's not the expected romantic.
Buck looks up from the smudged notes he's made on a piece of notebook paper. He's at the desk in the living room. It's set up near the front wall of the house, so Buck can sit with the door in view but also see the whole living room.
The record player is turned low, humming slow love songs into the room. Bucky and Marge are in the open part of the room in the middle, swaying to the song that's currently playing. Bucky's wearing green and white pajamas with little black swirls on a white background. Marge had come home two weeks ago, delighted to have found the material on sale.
"I have found you the ugliest pajama pattern," she'd said to John, throwing her arms over his shoulders and the fabric onto his lap.
"Oh, my god, that's hideous!" John had replied, turning to kiss Marge on the cheek. "Buck! Look! It's terrible!" He'd said and held it up so Buck could see it.
"Honey, that's a new low," Buck had said and pulled Marge into his lap when she'd scurried over to kiss him.
"I found you a very nice plaid," she says, her nose wrinkling in pleasure. "Blue and green. Very respectable."
And Buck had laughed. She'd been so happy, finding them each what they'd like the most.
And now Bucky is dancing with Marge while wearing that terrible pattern in pajamas. Marge had made the collar out of a complimentary green, then embroidered John's initials in a shockingly awful bright pink.
And she's wearing the peach-pink silk nightgown Buck bought her when he and Buck were in Paris after it was liberated.
"It's real silk, Buck," Bucky had said. "I know she already agreed to marry you, but come on, seal the deal."
"You are the seal to the deal," Buck had replied, and Bucky's shy, blushing pleasure at that had made him laugh and pick a nightgown he wouldn't have picked without Bucky there to help.
Buck watches them, dancing close and slow, both of them smiling. In their pajamas and in the middle of the living room. No shame or concern about Buck seeing them. Knowing it makes him happy to see it.
He looks at his smudged notes and turns to a clean page.
The pajamas are made from a sewing pattern picked up just before the war ended. The material was on sale and the pattern unpleasant if one doesn't care for modern design.
"Darling, it's perfect," he says, seeing his favorite shade of green alongside the loud pattern. "Promise me you'll monogram them."
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elders of the creek headcanons
i am bored and hyperfixating so lets go
mark
- middle child ; he has that fight for attention greedy vibe about him (this is not middle child slander i swear)
- close to his grandparents (because i say so), watches old bollywood films & plays cards with them (this is me projecting)
- regularly uses reddit (this is reddit user slander)
- atheist (barry and david beat him up ab it)
- not cis ? hes just existing but will tell anyone that his pronouns are nor/mal and call them a slur if they ask because hes a shit (barry apologizes for him and lets them know hes joking and he uses any prns)
- bisexual icon
- adhd
- coffee drinker
- bathes the least out of the elders
- draws quite a bit (something ive found tends to come with being a gm)
- never lets his phone out of his sight ; he’s paranoid because his little sibling tends to steal his stuff
- scared of clowns & birds (or alternatively anything that flies)
- has a giant folder with all his campaign info and whatnot
- the ‘gets on the table and cries when theres a spider’ partner
- animal lover
barry
- oldest cousin ; has no siblings but PLENTY cousins (wooo projecting)
- THAT IS A TRANSGENDER (me projecting again)
- jordanian (me projecting again again)
- muslim
- listens to mitski
- lightens his hair regularly the dirty blonde is not his natural hair colour bc i say so
- this one is niche but he taught the other elders to play basra and after that mark dragged him to his grandparents house to teach them
- raw kibbeh anti (sorry mom)
- my pansexual king loml
- posts on instagram regularly
- bad spice tolerance, cannot handle the stuff his family cooks half the time
- lemon iced tea drinker
- bathes the most out of the elders
- the ‘puts a cup over the spider and takes it ourside’ partner
- scared of cats
- plant haver ; works in a plant shop
david
- eldest sibling ; as an eldest sibling myself i strongly identity with the way he acts like the youngest among his friends and also likes hanging around with children
- plastic chewer ; chews straws till they start falling apart in his mouth, his dice set has teeth marks all over them, he has accidentally swallowed multiple things (“david roll- david where is your d8?” “uhhh…. imayhaveswallowedit” “god not again”)
- autistic
- genderfluid he/they/she moment
- nblm bossman
- hes a hat guy ; collects and frequently wears hats but he is a cap anti, does not like caps, caps are weird, caps suck
- energy drink consumer
- made monster energy bread once (this is based on a post that i cant find about how bread is just yeast and a liquid so you can kinda make bread out of anything and so on so forth)
- bathes the second most out of all the elders because feeling greasy makes his sensory issues go wild (just like me fr)
- loses his phone and other things very regularly (all of them have very banged up old phones but he loses track of things so easily so his is almost never on him)
- the ‘ooo a spider’ partner
- picks up random shit everywhere (ooo shiny)
- scared of dogs
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