Can Our Precious Baker Dance? ❤️

Lando Norris

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eddie is practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped around you from behind, dangling over your shoulders. one of your hands is being held by both of his near the centre of your chest.

it wasn’t a big get-together: just you and eddie, most of the hellfire guys, steve, nancy, and robin. though you’re sure a larger crowd of people wouldn’t have deterred eddie from any PDA when he had alcohol in his system.

though you’re in the middle of a conversation with robin, eddie begins to smack loud, ardent kisses against your cheek until robin feels she has no choice but to cut herself off to acknowledge it.

“-totally disregard the closed sign on the door and bang on it until steve gives in and let’s them in! sometimes they’re just so-okay, i can’t pretend that’s not happening right now, what the hell is he doing?”

eddie didn’t drink like this often; he liked a beer or two, but weed was more his speed. it seemed to slow him down, whereas alcohol tended to speed him up. which, considering eddie’s typical excitable pace, he really didn’t need the alcohol to become more sociable or friendly.

but tonight he’d probably had one too many; having far too much fun challenging steve and gareth to shotgunning contests. you weren’t sure how he kept it down if you’re honest.

you smush your hand over eddie’s face to push him away gently, his nose squishing against your palm. he whines lightly against your hand, disgruntled that you’d interrupted his kisses.

“he’s just-”

eddie redirects his kisses to your hand now.

“-just a bit tipsy, is all.”

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# for science 👀

Carlos Sainz

#cs55🌶️

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Work Wife

Bucky x reader 

Some angst, past crappy relationship with cheating but Bucky is a sweet baby and makes it all better. Lots and lots of fluff

“See you soon doll” Bucky pecked a kiss onto your head before making his way out to a new job he had taken up at a small bookstore. He’d taken a few months off of missions, needing a break from it all and the store that wasn’t too far from the compound was perfect. 

You smiled watching him run off, not wanting to be late. It warmed you seeing how happy he was, it had only been a couple of weeks and he was glowing. 

He clearly loved it. 

Every day he’d come back, excited to tell you about how his day went; the new book he read, how his coworker, Rosa, introduced him to a new coffee, the puppy that visited the store, the new café he went to with Rosa, how to processed an online order for the first time, how Rosa walked him through the whole thing. 

You were curled up in bed with Bucky, your head on his chest while he cuddled you close, telling you about the most recent events that took place that afternoon (which of course, included Rosa). He laughed about how the owner of the store, Dave, told them to stop flirting so much, it was going to make the other customers sick. 

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Better?

Eddie Munson x fem!reader [0.8K]

Eddie’s bedroom was a lavender blue haze in the night. The shadows were only and the streetlight that managed to leak in from behind the curtains was a tangerine, barely illuminating the lumps and bumps of legs and hips under the duvet.

You watched the hours tick by, Eddie’s beside clock mocking as the red numbers changed over. It seemed an impossible task, falling asleep. You weren’t sure why, it could’ve been a number of things, really. Our impending exams, college applications, the fact that your boyfriend had only just been exonerated from first degree murder charges.

Ironically, the boy in question was asleep beside you, bare chested and warm, leaning into your side in a way that was soothing, but steady up and down of his chest still wasn’t enough to pull you into a sleep.

You shuffled, winced when the bed creaked, and tried to find a spot on the pillow that would be the comfiest. Everything smelled like Eddie, his cologne, his laundry detergent, a little smoke and spice. It was easier to push your head to his shoulder, sneaking the chance to press a little kiss to the exspanse of his throat, hopefully without waking him up.

It was a little selfish but it calmed you, the way you could feel his pulse jump a little under your lips. But the boy stirred, mumbling a little, his body turning and seeking out your own even half asleep. His hands found your waist under the sheets, fumbling to push under your shirt - his shirt - for bare skin. He hummed, pulling you into him as his eyes fluttered open.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled, voice deep and scratchy, his lips brushing over your forehead as he curled into you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t managed to sleep in the first place, the clock telling you it was nearing half past two. So you hummed back and let him hold you, a warm, wide hand tracing patterns over your spine, guitar string callouses catching at you and making you shiver.

You weren’t sure how he knew. Maybe it some kinda magic, some soulmate thing, maybe Eddie could just feel the way you held yourself too stiffly in his arms, unable to relax no matter how hard you tried. So he pulled back from where his nose was pushed into your hair, eyes a little blurry and his curls sleep mussed. He peered down at you, gaze aching soft in understanding and he sighed.

Not unkindly, not impatiently, just a little sad for you, knowing how awful you’d feel in the morning despite how much you longed to close your eyes now. He knew you couldn’t help it and he hated seeing you when the sun came up, lips downturned and cradling a mug of coffee like it was your firstborn.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Eddie told you softly, swinging his legs out of bed. “You comin’?”

He didn’t leave much room for discussion, gathering the duvet from you and tucking some pillows under his arm. He headed for the empty living room, bare feet shuffling, cotton shorts low on his hips and the black ink of his tattoos only just visible in the dark.

You didn’t ask questions, didn’t argue. Not this time, not when you’d tried before and lost, Eddie throwing you over his shoulder when you protested and told him to sleep, that you were okay, it was fine.

So you tumbled out of bed after him, walking down the hall until you could watch him throw the bedding on the sofa, the remote control already in hand as he fussed with the TV, flipping through static until an old school horror filled the screen, still in black and white.

Eddie flopped onto the couch, curls messy over the pillows and he held his arms out to you, smiling that smile you swore was just for you.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He made an exaggerated “oof” when you let yourself fall onto his chest but the boy was grinning, arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, legs tangled, lips dancing across your hairline.

“You okay?” He asked when you got yourself settled, covers pulled over you both as you lay between his legs, cheek pressed the warmth of his chest. “This better?”

The movie played low, a gentle buzz of dialogue and background music, bad special effects and low light. It made the living room feel cosier, the light bouncing off of the walls, reflecting off the windows. Eddie’s arms were strong and solid around you and he nosed at your temple, a different but sweet kind of kiss.

Sleep already tugged at you, soft and kind like an old friend.

“Yeah, Eds,” you mumbled into his neck, smiling “this is better.”

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.”

Lando Norris

#ln04🍣