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“I'm so over whites and pinks ”H.S.- Grapejuice

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.

Nothing makes me more weak in the knees than shy reader being intimidated by eddie but he's always so sweet to her and nice but he's also a little shit so he's always making little comments to towards her to see her reaction. Also giving her pet names and playing with her hair while she's focusing on homework etc.

OMFG I LOVE THIS!!! Enjoy head cannon type thingy 😆

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Eddie got partnered with you for a class assignment and was totally thrilled,

He'd watched you from afar and knew how shy you were, so when he approached you after class he was doing his best not startle you. Unfortunately it didn't work, when he walked up behind you at your locker and excitedly greeted you, you jumped.

"Shit sweetheart I'm so sorry, I thought you saw me in your little mirror" he says, pointing to the mirror hanging in your locker.

"Eddie" you started, body shrinking into itself with nerves. " 's okay" you finish, face flushed.

Spent every moment he could that night getting you to blush because it was the absolute cutest thing he'd ever seen.

Every time he called you sweetheart he saw your face flush darker.

Decided at that moment to start driving you to school

Would carry your bag, even though you very quietly protested every time

In the week that passed he spent every moment he could with you, project related or not.

He very publicly asked you on a date.

Typical Eddie fashion, got up on the table in the cafeteria and yelled the words at you as you were walking over.

He watched your cheeks go bright red as you tried to hide your face in your hand and he giggled to himself.

Walked over to you and put his arm around you. You were quietly giggling as he led you to his table and offered you the seat next to him

"So is that a yes sweetheart?" He whispers in your ear he pulled out your chair.

Your too embarrassed to say anything so you just nod, which makes Eddie smile.

"SHE SAID YES EVERYONE!" He would yell as he pulled out his own chair to sit. Causing you to groan and lightly slap him in the arm

When he asked you to be his girlfriend you almost fainted in his arms.

Would buy you lots of little gifts, knowing your face would light up and flush. He loved hearing you quietly protest his need to spoil you, knowing he was just going to continue doing it anyway

Would constantly boast about you to his friends while you were right there.

You would get all embarrassed and shy and would bury your head in his chest or arm, and he fucking LOVED it.

He would tease you a lot, but ultimately Eddie was just super sweet and affectionate towards you, and he loved you to pieces.

eddie only lets you touch his hair. and if someone else does he gets upset I feel.

fr!! hes very particular about who gets to touch his hair. he’s such a dork I love him

fem!reader

eddie finds a knot in his hair at hellfire, and it’s driving him crazy but he can’t get it out himself for the life of him. dustin notices his aggravation and is like dude here. let me and eddie yells at him and slaps his hands away. but then when you come to pick him up from club, he’s pushing himself into your chest, arms around your waist, all whiny. babe :( I got a knot again :(( will you get it out for me?

unfortunately dustin and co are also leaving club and see the whole thing. you getting eddie to sit on a bench as you stand over him. you running your fingers through eddie’s hair gentle as ever, working at the stubborn knot until it’s gone. eddie practically melting under your touch. the sticky, sappy thank you kiss he gives you.

poor eddie doesn’t hear the end of it. complaints of that’s disgusting, dude and why’d you let her touch your hair and not me? it’s childish, eddie thinks. they’re just jealous they don’t have a pretty girl to get knots out of their hair like he does.

# for science 👀

The Master of the Dungeon 👹

Carlos Sainz

#cs55🌶️

hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”

You and Eddie laying down together on his bed while he writes up the next arc of his dnd campaign????

He’s shirtless. Propped up just enough to be able to write comfortably and you’re (in your comfiest pjs) fully laying down between his legs with your head on his tummy. Your time is mostly spent listening as he mumbles little ideas to himself, humming along happily whenever he has any sort of break through, and pressing little pecks to his pretty, soft skin whenever you feel the need. Sometimes he get so excited about an idea and literally uses your head to stabilize his notebook so he can scribble it down faster— his legs wiggling all hyperactive on either side of your body like he’s gonna explode if the words don’t get out of him fast enough.

Pretty boy lets you take a peek at whatever he’s got written down bc he knows you aren’t gonna spoil anything for the rest of hellfire (no matter how much Dustin tries to beg, bribe, or blackmail the details out of you) His face lights up with the biggest, fondest grin whenever you make any comments on the parts you like or even when you ask questions about the things you don’t quite understand yet bc he’s just SO happy you’re taking interest in something he cares so much about.

You always end up giving him endless amounts of praise for his writing/storytelling abilities. And, you leave NO room for him to argue or deflect— eyes so honest and true as you stare him down, tone of voice showing every inch of admiration you have for him in a way that makes him feel like there’s a lump in his throat. Gets his eyes all shiny and he has to look away before his bottom lip starts to wobble or something silly like that. By the end of the night you’re all tucked up in his arms as he reads his ideas out loud to you, because even though you’ve already read through most of it you insist it’s not the same if he isn’t doing the character voices himself. (And secretly you just like having an excuse to hear him speak lol)

He’s got one hand resting on the back of your neck, warm and grounding while he balances his notebook in the other. He’s animated as always, albeit a little toned down as to not disturb you too much. Presses a little kiss to the top of your head to punctuate the end of each paragraph/idea.

You don’t always fall asleep like this, but when you do it’s really not your fault. You can blame the way his thumb rubs little soothing circles in the juncture of your neck. The low rumble of his voice that only gets deeper as he switches between characters. The warmth of his bare skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

He doesn’t stop reading, even when he notices you’ve begun to lull, but his voice does get softer. Fonder, somehow. He’d never have the heart to nudge you awake, even when you eventually get so comfortable that you start to drool a tiny puddle onto his chest.

He’ll always have the heart to tease you about it whenever you wake up, though.

i am going absolutely feral i cannot

i want this man inside of me