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Carlos Sainz

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°•☆So tasteful☆•°

♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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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.

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Eddie Munson as your boyfriend! Headcanons!

I love writing headcanons

Warnings: probably none, fluff & cursed words, maybe some teasing, mention of smut (mdni), y‘all still go to Highschool so parents will be involved (if you’re an adult rn)

There definitely will be a part 2!!

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Tell me what you want fr but Eddie IS this perfect 50/50 boyfriend. 50% all fluff, goofy, chaotic, clumsy and cheesy. 50% serious, caring, knowing how to take care of you in every way (or the 50% are just the daddy he is, I said what I said.)

Would do anything to see you smile even if you‘d sit in front of him, crying. He‘d hold your hands in his and stroke over them softly to calm you down.

"Hey Sweetheart, was Mrs. O'donald that mean today? Always told 'ya she‘s a witch or something! Maybe an Oga!"

"Eddie stop it‘s not funny!"

"I‘m sorry darling..y'know just wanted to make you smile. Bad timing I know..come here, I’ll take care of you" and with that you sit in his lap, your head on his shoulder and hidden in his messy curls.

He definitely snores. DEFINITELY.

Congratulations! You‘re not just his partner no! You’re also his own personal teddy bear and don’t even think about moving (or breathing, lol joke)

Trying to do a diet? Not with Eddie. That boy lives for junk food and drinks.

Friday nights = your date night. None of you skips it for nothing. you’re sick? Eddie comes over and takes care of you. You have to work longer than usually? Eddie comes to your work and waits until you’re finished. Your parents said no? Eddie sneaks inside. Yep. You‘ll definitely meet.

Mostly movie or game nights with a shared blunt and sweets which lead to hot Make out sessions and at least 2 good hours of you screaming Eddie’s name (I said what I’ve said)

He always wants to join you when you’re about to take a shower but sometimes you say no, so he just stands in the door frame like a creep and watches you , you didn’t say anything against that right?:D

"Ed‘s stop! I said I wanted to shower alone today love!“

"And you are! But I also have to go inside of there!"

"If you need to take a shit just do it!"

"Are you sure 'bout that y/n?“ he smirks and raises an eyebrow

"No no! But it’s getting cold because of the opened door!"

And with that the door is closed from the inside and Eddie leans against the sink with crossed arms and a grin on his lips.

Always rolls a joint for the two of you when you say you wanna meet because he knows that you at least want to take one drag

Has a picture of you in his box where he keeps the drugs and next to his other Sweetheart (his guitar)

Gave you his guitar pick necklace and you made one for him with one of your favorite necklace extras

Gets you flowers from a daisy or sunflower field

Little self-made gifts for you or him

Dates, dates, dates. Did I mention dates? He wants to do so much with you like sneaking into a theater, a roller skate or ice skate disco (even if you had to convince him with that one), buy some ice cream, go swimming in lovers lake, go camping and so so much more!! It will never get boring

Obviously writes songs for and about you, even plays them at the hideout with corroded coffin

You’re the first person who hears about the new dnd campaign ideas he has, will also ask you for help or if you have any ideas

Will get you into dnd, if you want it or not

When you finally agree on joining hellfire, it doesn’t take him 2 seconds to give you your own shirt (because you always wore his) and will explain your whole game character to you because he‘s planned it since the first day you‘ve met

No matter how many times Eddie tells you to come to him if you feel bad so you can talk about it, he‘ll never do it himself. He always hides that he‘s also breakable. That he’s a human.

This is the reason you two have some small arguments sometimes, you just want that boy to know that he‘s safe and that you love him no matter what :(

Eddie is traumatized. That’s a fact. He needs a lot of love and attention and just needs to get reminded of it every day (what you love to do really!)

Mostly needy 1-2 blunts until he talks about how he really feels, will even start crying and shaking like a leaf in your arms sometimes because he‘s so overwhelmed with everything. He grabs you and holds you so close to him because he’s scared that you’ll be gone if he opens his eyes again.

You hold him close and support him just the way he needs and deserves it. Gosh that boy loves you so much for it.

Barely falls asleep first because he likes to admire you in your sleep, while you lay in his arms, he also loves playing with your hair softly, smiling like an idiot in love (he is an idiot in love xoxo)

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

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.”