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Ajax Petropolus Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

When you make out, or really any time you're close enough his snakes like to join in showing you affection, whether his beanie is off or just one or two peaking out, they will bonk against you or try twisting into your hair.

For the longest time Ajax was embarrassed and tried stopping them so you didn't think he was weird, you told him you found it cute and he was so flustered.

No concept of personal space, he loves holding you, sits pressed against you with one arm around your lower back, loves having you sit on his lap, so much casual intimacy.

This boy is smitten, looks at you with stars in his eyes and will shoot up and leave Xavier behind the moment he sees you.

Wants to be king of good morning texts but it's more frantic afternoon texts.

Always tells you goodnight and will type out his morning text for you because he thought of something cute then totally forget to send it in the morning, realizes hours later when he's sad you didn't reply.

He keeps candy you like in his pockets or backpack, you'll be sitting together and suddenly just pulls out a few or a little baggie to share with you.

Torment him with cinnamon candy and Red Hots please.

He hates hot candy and doesn't understand why anyone wants to eat that. Sour candy fine, but why cinnamon hots.

But he also loves kissing you and wont turn that down even if his eyes are watering because you're cruel and purposely chowed a handful of the candies before sticking your tongue down his throat.

When you turn away he literally has tears pricking his eyes and he's trying so hard to be brave and Xavier's laughing at him.

Even though Gorgons are taught not to engage and start conversations, he has so much to say.

He's used to not talking a whole lot and being quiet, but he really wants to ramble and with you encouraging him to talk he finally goes off on a tangent about something on his mind then gets a little embarrassed he just did that.

But you tell him he's so cute and that you like listening to him talk. Cue flustered baby boy and his snakes sensing something's up and getting more excited trying to wiggle free.

Watching snake charmer videos on youtube and learning to copy it on a flute to surprise Ajax and see what happens.

His snakes are already pretty charmed with you, as smitten as he is, but you start playing and they kind of sway rhythmically while watching you and you cheer swearing it worked.

Ajax thinks you're too cute, he can't take how much you like him AND his snakes.

Please help him study. He bums off Xavier so bad for tests, if you can help he'll be grateful. If you can't help, well now Xavier has to put up with both of you. Bless him.

Loves gaming with you, will totally kick Xavier out of a co-op to have you with him then go begging for forgiveness for cheating on his bro.

Will talk about "the bro code" then drop everything to run after you like a puppy. Does not see the irony.

If you're competing in something he will cheer you on, if you kick his ass he will tell you how hot that was.

Swings your hands when you're walking together.

He has a ton of dumb sayings shirts and thinks they're great, will totally get you a matching one.

If he stones you by accident he is so apologetic and freaking out thinking you'll hate him and his snakes, even his snakes are droopy seeing you as stone.

Milkshake dates in Jericho sharing a single glass in an old diner with two straws.

Kissing his nose all the time and getting it back when one of his snakes gently nips yours.

He listens to Queens of the Stone Age and never realized the name until you pointed it out.

Playing with his hair isn't really an option besides the nape of his neck while making out, but you enjoy twining your fingers through his snakes while his head is resting on you.

Has stoned himself far more times than he wants to admit and you've learned that if he gives you an absolutely ridiculous excuse for what happened, that's probably it.

i am going absolutely feral i cannot

i want this man inside of me

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°•☆Heavenly Touch☆•°

♦️ Bucky Barnes x Reader ♦️

A/N: Just soft, fluffy blurb of Bucky in the tub getting his hair washed cause I’m in a sappy mood today 😔

Words: 650

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Few things in the world are as heavenly as your hands on his scalp, Bucky’s sure of it. Not food. Not sleep. Not se…Well, scratch that. 

Being inside you, all tight and warm around him is the best feeling in the world.

But your soft hands…massaging and pressing into his scalp, running through his brown locks with patience and care, it’s a definite close second.

It started simply. You offered to wash Bucky’s hair as it seemed so…greasy. And Bucky got a little embarrassed, because he forgot. He always forgets little things that people do and it’s a good thing you’re there to remind him, to ground him. With you, becoming Bucky Barnes again, finding Bucky Barnes, or at least the shattered pieces scattered through his psyche, feels easier. 

As Bucky slumps backwards in the tub, his thick muscles clench and unclench. Tension melts from his limbs beneath your soft touch. He basks in the tender press of your fingers and his mouth parts, long lashes fluttering closed. A low, sultry hum, veering on erotic, escapes his throat. 

"Guess I’m really hitting your sweet spot, huh?" you tease, pulling Bucky from his trance. 

There’s a rosy hue to his cheeks as he bashfully replies, wet chestnut locks hanging in his face, "Sorry…"

You wrap your arms around his neck and drop a gentle kiss on his broad shoulder. 

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," you whisper. "I’m glad I can make you feel good."

Bucky sinks into silence. It’s not unusual, when he gets into one of his moods. But there’s a wrinkle in his brow that makes you inquire.

You caress his stubbled jaw. 

"Is there something on your mind?" 

He swallows a deep breath, his blue eyes dimming, shadows engulfing them. 

"I was never touched like that…back there," he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. 

You give a slow nod.

He doesn’t need to elaborate his meaning for you to understand he’s talking about Hydra and his time as the Winter Soldier. 

Bucky’s lips tremble as his eyes get glassy. Your stomach knots at the sight. He struggles to get the rest of the words out, his voice breaking. 

"Either I wasn’t touched or…touched in a bad way."

Your insides wrench. He never talks about it. The air in the bathroom is heavier, more stifling as Bucky’s gaze gets lost. For a minute, you lose him, to awful memories, to pain and loss. It’s all written on his face. 

Your chest is hollow as you helplessly watch him go through this. 

Your hands roam over his shoulders as you rest your chin in the crook of his neck. 

"I wish I could say something to make it better."

His big, warm hands cover yours, drawing circles into your wrists, reveling in that simple touch. There’s not a minute together Bucky doesn’t marvel and linger in touching you, smelling you, soaking in your essence.

Like he wants to remember you with just his hands, carve your memory deep in his skin, so it can never be taken.

"You don’t have to," he rasps, brushing his lips against the back of your hands, eyes falling shut. "This…makes everything better." A peaceful lilt courses through his tone. "You make everything better, doll."

Butterflies dance in your belly with his words.

Before you can respond, Bucky suddenly rises from inside the tub. Droplets glisten off his naked, muscular frame, dripping to the floor as he climbs out of the tub. 

A stunned shriek tumbles out of you when he picks you up and swoops you in his arms, careful not to squeeze you too tight with his metal arm.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" you gasp, your gaze widening. 

He sends you a crooked grin that makes your chest flutter. 

"You made me feel better. It’s only fair I make you feel better too, doll," he purrs suggestively, striding to your bedroom with confidence.

when eddie has a bad day he doesn’t get high or drunk. instead, he goes back to you.

you know immediately something’s off from the way his shoulders are dropped and his eyes lack their usual glint. you ask him what’s wrong and he shrugs so, with a small and understanding smile, you take his hand to lead him to the bathroom.

you turn the shower on while he undresses and instead of having it at the highest temperature, you make it lukewarm. just how he likes it.

you drag the soapy sponge all over his body and wash his hair while you hum lowly. it’s not rock nor metal, it’s probably something sugary and romantic that eddie wouldn’t be caught dead listening to. unless you’re in charge of the music while he drives, of course.

you’re gentle when you tilt his head back so the water gets rid of the shampoo. you’re always soft with him, it makes him want to cry. he hopes the water camouflages the tears and he swallows down the lump in his throat, and as soon as you put the conditioner on his ends he pulls you into a tight hug.

he hides his face in the crook of your neck, smears a small thank you kiss there. you stroke his back. when he lets go, because you’re never the first to escape his grasp, you kiss his nose then his lips.

you get into your bed together after the shower. your hands apply your special hair oil on him then guide him to lay on his side. sometimes he holds you close, other times you hold him.

maybe then he smokes a blunt or drinks a beer. maybe not.