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Can our precious baker dance? ❤️

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: none.

Bucky can't dance. At all. He's got two left feet and a lifetime of shyness holding him back from dancing.

At least in public anyway.

He loves to dance while baking, usually singing with just enough rasp to his baritone that doesn't matter that he's slightly off key.

It's never anything too intricate, mostly just him swaying his hips, letting the rhythm guide him while he expertly whips up some new concoction.

You discovered his habit one foggy Sunday morning, he had gotten up way too early to make you breakfast, leaving you craving his touch more than you wanted one of his omelets.

You find your baker, dancing in front of the oven, loose grey sweats slung low over his hips. Your eyes drawn to his firm ass swaying back and forth as he hums, adjusting the heat on the stove. Early morning sunlight poured in through the open window, catching the specks of flour scattered across his bare chest and round, soft belly.

"If I knew you going to give me breakfast and a show I would have been down here earlier," you say, biting your bottom lip.

He turns to you, cheeks tinting pink at being caught, a flash of vulnerability darkens his eyes but it's gone the second he sees the way you're gazing at him.

"I um, hey," he laughs out, running his hand across the back of his neck, the adorable blush seeping across his chest. "Mornin' Peach."

"Morning Bucky," you respond softly, strolling towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you're close enough to touch.

The song changes. It's a favorite of his. And when he dances with you around the small kitchen, moving slow and sweet and sure like he could live in the moment, like this is he dreamed of, this is the only place he wants to be with his large warm hand splayed across your back, his forehead on yours, it becomes your favorite too.

It turns into a tradition. He always wakes up too early. You always find him mid-song and lost in his baking. He always blushes no matter how many times you catch him. He always holds you like you're spun gold, beautiful and delicate and all his.

As much as he cherishes those dances with you, there's one more dance he's been thinking about, one that he's preparing for. He's been imagining it for a long time now, the two of you in the middle of the reception hall, your song playing as he guides you across the floor. He may not be a great dancer, but he's going to make sure that dance is perfect for you.

And then he wants a lifetime or two of early morning dances in the kitchen with you gazing at him with nothing but pure adoration as he tries some new move he learned simply to make you laugh.

eddie as ur sweet bf headcanons🎀

warnings: none just pure fluff

* absolutely loves to lay on ur tummy after sex, rub your sore thighs or scratch your head comfortingly

* his love languages are definitely touch and giving you handmade gifts but i also feel like he tends to shower you in genuine compliments n words of affirmation because he didn't get to hear them as much growing up and doesn't want you to ever feel that way :((

* steals lipgloss for you because he loves watching you apply it sitting pretty next to him in his van

* carries your hairbands on his wrist all the time because he knows how frustrated you get when you forget them at home

* strengthens the grip on your hand when he notices you being anxious about something

* you having to physically shut him up with a kiss before going to bed because he just won't stop talking around that time ...adhd things

* loses his shit when you ask about the songs he jams to in his car, and starts to elencate every detail of the specific artist/band you asked about

* thinks your natural hair is 'metal' and constantly compliments it when you're styling it

* his only rule for you is to wear his band tees when you're in his trailer; he loves loves loves to see you snug into them use them and wear nothing but panties under - it actually drives him insane -

* lays his arms over your shoulders or holds your hand when you walk together

* loves to show you off at every chance he gets

* ritually takes you to school every morning which forces him to attend it too

* also takes you home or to his trailer after school and gives you space to finish homework n admires how cute you look studying and annotating in the little notepad he bought you

* purposely gets his hair messy to get your manicured nails between his curls and apply your own hair products that he loves so much on them

* finds it comforting when you wash his hair after a long d&d night, shampooing and conditioning his hair in your polished bathroom as you sweetly ask him questions about his day and he updates you on everything you missed

* returns the the favor by simply passing you the extensions for your box braids or by holding your hair up when you're putting it in a ponytail (might make a blurb solely out of this)

• #jb17

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in the eyes of a stranger, there lies a mystery in the eyes of a stranger, are you what you appear to be?

ajax x reader where he accidentally stones her and he feels really bad but reader comforts him??? 🫶

No Judgment

Pairing(s): Ajax Petropolus x Reader

Warning(s): Light swearing, Fluff, Reader loves plants - I know very little about plants, Drug mentions.

I couldn’t wait til Friday, so have this now 🤗

Further Notes: I don't know how this became so long, but it did. You put this one thought into my head anon and then bam, ideas flew. I hope that you enjoy the outcome of your prompt, if you don’t please don’t hold back - tell me - and I’ll have another go :)

Word Count: 1,384

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FOR some reason unbeknownst to him, Ajax's snakes had been restless for the last few hours.

The entire way through his last lesson of the day - botany - he had to keep carefully rearranging the blue beanie that rested on top of his head, tugging at the front and sides to ensure that everything remained covered.

Their continued activity was causing Ajax a headache, the boy grimacing as they only became more and more energetic in their movements.

Being his friend and partner in the class, you had promptly noticed his struggle and subsequent embarrassment, sending the gorgon a kind, reassuring smile to hopefully make him feel at ease. Gratefully, he gave you a smile back, making sure the material still covered past his ears at all times.

Miss Thornhill proudly stood in front of everyone, some type of deadly plant in hand, explaining a new partnered project that the entire class would be undertaking over the next few weeks.

“I feel like we’ve got an unfair advantage, with your rather astute connection to plants and all,” Ajax whispered, “I’m not complaining though, I’ll take any advantage towards a grade I can get.”

On the surface, your powers seemed underwhelming and incomparable to the talents other students at Nevermore harboured, but the deeper you delved into your abilities, the more handy they become.

You had the ability to manipulate the Earth. The power essentially to create all types of plants on command and make them grow or wilt, to puppeteer them to move around like animals to do your bidding, and give them the strength and protection to never be fully destroyed.

“The only reason that we’re friends in the first place is because you enjoy aspects of a certain plant in particular a little too much Ajax, and can exploit my abilities to get it,” You replied incredulously, only teasing the boy, “We wouldn’t have interacted otherwise.”

“That is so not true!” Ajax quickly responded, before jokingly teasing you right back, “It is however a very appreciated bonus that accompanies the simple pleasure of your company.”

You swatted at his chest lightly, rolling your eyes fondly at him. “We can get started on this later on today, it won’t take us - well me - long at all.”

As quickly as was possible after class ended, Ajax hurried back to his room, his snakes somehow managing to slightly slither out every now and then despite the boy maintaining a very tight grip on his beanie. Students stared at him weirdly as he passed them in the hallways, Ajax maintaining eye contact with nothing but the floor as he scurried down the corridors.

When he eventually made it, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, in his haste forgetting to lock it.

His snakes were getting borderline irritable at being stuck under the beanie at this point, so Ajax hurried around the room, rapidly covering any kind of reflective surface he could see with any opaque material he could get his hands on.

Taking a deep breath he removed the item of clothing, allowing his snakes to finally breath in the cool air. They danced together on top of his head, intertwining with one another as they happily tussled about.

Ajax sighed, relief coursing through his body as the tension that had been brewing in his head diminished.

“You’re so annoying,” He exasperatedly breathed out, his snakes recoiling slightly at his words before resuming their movements, “So annoying.”

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You watched as Ajax fled from the classroom the moment class was over, collecting your belongings before trying to follow after him, not wanting the boy to be alone when you know that there’s definitely something wrong with him.

The first stop you made was the pentagon shaped courtyard, hoping to see Ajax there. When you saw that he wasn’t however, your eyes brows furrowed in confusion, immediately turning around to leave.

“Hey! Are you not joining us today?”

“I’ll be back in a bit, got to go find Ajax to discuss our project.”

You hurried away from the group. Chances are that if he’s not in the courtyard, then he’s gone back to his room.

Whilst speed walking down the numerous hallways, you noticed something on your palm. Turning your hand over, you found a little plant that you must’ve subconsciously grown from you worrying about your friend. You reached out, gently running your fingertip against it’s stem, the plant daintily shaking one of it’s leaves back at you, almost like it was introducing itself.

“Hey little guy.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a girl watching you, her gaze extremely judgmental as she stared between the little green thing in your hand and you. Hastily, you walked past her, turning a few more corners before you found yourself outside of Ajax’s room.

Not realising that you were going to walk in, and you being so focused on the little plant resting in the middle of the palms of your hands that you were oblivious to Ajax’s current state, you were doomed from the very moment you stepped foot into his room.

“Ajax, look at this! Isn’t he cute?” You innocently asked, lifting your head to look at your friend, the gorgon reflexively turning around to you at the sound of his name.

“No, don’t look!” Ajax abruptly shouted, although it was already too late.

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YOU regained feeling in your limbs a couple of hours later, still standing in the same position as you had been when Ajax had turned around.

Blinking, you provided your stinging eyes with the relief they so desperately desired. Every muscle in your body ached as you became aware of your surroundings.

Ajax sat on the end of his bed, head in his hands, feeling too embarrassed and guilty to even look at you when he heard you moving.

You had immediately put two and two together, knowing from the moment you became friends that there was a possibility of something like this happening one day.

“Ajax,” You started softly, tentatively walking aver to him before placing your hand comfortingly on his shoulder, “It’s okay.”

His body jerked slightly, his shoulders raising up and down underneath your outstretched hand.

“Are you— Are you crying?” You gently asked, not wanting your friend to feel like you were teasing him in any way, shape of form for the emotion he was trying so hard to control, “Ajax?”

His little sobs intensified, the sound breaking your heart. You removed your hand from his shoulder, instead wrapping it around him and pulling him into your body, Ajax resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” His broken voice whispered to you, “So, so sorry.”

“No, don’t be silly,” You practically cooed, “You’re already forgiven Ajax.”

“I literally turned you to stone, I’m a shit friend.”

“I barged into your room unannounced, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s my own.”

He sighed, but his eyes slowly began to stop leaking, his chest resuming its usual breathing pattern.

You manoeuvred your bodies so that you were now lay down on his bed, Ajax lying on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your torso, you with your arms encircled around his shoulders, freeing your hands to rub comfortingly at his back.

It was silent for a while whilst the two of you just lay there, Ajax’s body tired from his rush of emotions, and your own weak after being tensed for so long.

“I just feel so useless,” The boy opened up to you, “I can’t even control my own snakes.”

“They are a handful, I’ll give you that,” You responded, the snakes hissing more intently from underneath his beanie making him shush them and you let out a laugh, “But they’re a part of you Ajax, and they’re only protecting you.”

He listened intently to your words, your voice calming him more than anything.

“Now, how about we forget all about what just happened, forget about the botany project for the time being, and just get stoned?” You suggested, retrieving the required object from your inside blazer pocket and holding it out towards him.

One of Ajax’s snakes slithered it’s scaly head out from underneath his beanie at your words, hissing happily at the prospect of stoning someone.

“I definitely didn’t mean by you buddy.”