Daniel Ricciardo

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)

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Christmas Cookies - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky notices Reader isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit this year so he does everything he can think of to bring it back to her.

Word Count: 1297

A/n: Day 22 and my little writing challenge is almost over, I’m very surprised I made it this far tbh but I’m also ready for a little break from posting everyday haha anyway that’s enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy.

Something was wrong, Bucky could tell although he was sure exactly what it was. Two weeks into December and she was still yet to put up her Christmas decorations or even attempt to do anything in the Christmas spirit. Now to others that may not seem like a problem but he knew his girlfriend. Like clockwork he’d come home on December 1st and you could guarantee that the tree would be up, there would be Christmas music playing throughout their apartment and he would find her in the kitchen baking up a storm. This year however there had been none of that.

Now Bucky had let it slide, figuring work was busier for her as it was with most people at this time of year. He had noticed that she seemed to be leaving for work earlier and coming home later than usual so he put it down to her being tired but with one week to go until Christmas, he was finding it harder not to say anything.

So he had a plan, he’d been out and bought all the necessary ingredients to bake the Christmas cookies she always made and more than enough candy to decorate them, he had also picked up some already baked cookies ready to decorate just in case his didn’t go to plan. The first step in his plan though, was to decorate the apartment while she was out at work in hopes that her first steps into the apartment brought back some of that Christmas cheer she seemed to be lacking this year.

“Have a good day doll, don’t miss me too much” Bucky smiles over his mug of coffee as she passes him on her way out of the door. She replies with a wave and a tired smile before the door closes behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, Bucky drains the rest of the coffee in the mug and prays that his plan was going to cheer her up as he deposits the mug in the sink and he sets to work pulling the decorations out of the storage cupboard which doesn’t take him long and then all that’s left to do was to get a tree. Hopefully there were still some left this close to Christmas.

An hour later, he’d arrived home with the tree that he considered to be the best of the bunch, it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. Getting it up to the apartment had been easier than expected but he put that down to the super serum coursing through his veins giving him more strength than the average male, not that it was anything to brag about given things he’d done with said strength that he was only just coming to terms with that were not down to him but more the mind control of Hydra.

Focusing his mind on the more pressing matter of decorating the apartment, he sets about fixing the tree to the base until he’s satisfied that it’s stable enough to not fall over before he finds the boxes of baubles. He knows she has a certain way of how she likes to place them, usually going back to rearrange them a few times until she is happy with the result so Bucky tries his hardest to make sure it looks good. By the time he’s finished he’s sure that the tree is evenly covered with baubles and he has to admit he’s done a better job than he expected to so he moves on to the rest of the decorations, little Christmas trinkets that she always puts out around the apartment.

After he finishes he grabs a quick spot of lunch and then decides to make a start on the cookies so that by the time she gets home they should be cool enough for them to decorate.

Pulling her bag higher on her shoulder, she steps from the lift and out into the corridor leading to the apartment but the moment she nears the door her heart drops, inside she can hear the high pitched screeching of the fire alarm. Scrambling for her keys, she lets herself in and upon opening the door the noise only gets louder. She knows the smart thing to do would be to wait outside maybe call 911 but she doesn’t see any flames only the haze of smoke drifting from the kitchen which is where she runs to but the last thing she’s expecting to see is the window wide open and Bucky desperately trying to waft the smoke away from the smoke alarm in hopes of quieting it. Despite the panic coursing through her she can’t help the smile that lights up her face at the scene in front of her.

Turning to the doorway as if sensing her presence, Bucky’s heart drops. This was not how he had planned to surprise her but the smile on her face is one he’s not seen for a while, too impatient to wait for the alarm to stop, he pulls it from its holder and yanks the batteries from it before he drops it on the counter.

“Thank god” he sighs in relief and the quiet but his ears are still ringing from the sound, “You’re home early” he comments, now making his way towards her and opening his arms as she melts into his hug, feeling the best she’s felt all day.

“Yeah, finished all I had to for the week and boss said I could go early” she hums, pushing her body further into his hold and he tightens his arms around her, “what were you up to anyway” she asks a little while later, her head tilting up so that she could look at him.

Bucky let’s out what sounds like a nervous chuckle, his non-metal hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I was baking cookies as a surprise for you” he mumbles as her eyes soften from the curious look she was giving him to one that can only be described as lovestruck. ‘Usually by now you’re in such a festive mood and everything is fun and you’re happy but this year it seemed like all the happiness had been sucked from you and I just wanted to do something to get you in the christmas spirit but I almost burnt the apartment down instead" he pouts, a look he doesn’t often wear but she’s seen enough times.

“You didn’t have to do all that” she says softly, “though I do appreciate it but to me this year just doesn’t feel like Christmas and I don’t know why” she sighs, dropping her gaze and nuzzling her head into his chest.

“Well we have the rest of the afternoon and I have some perfectly good cookies that need decorating if you’re not too tired” Bucky suggests, reaching out to pull her from his chest, his hand just underneath her chin as he tilts her face towards him. Leaning in he places a soft kiss to her lips and he pulls away to find her smiling brightly.

“Let me just get changed and I’ll be right back” she nods, pulling free from him altogether as she heads back towards the living room, towards the bedroom but in the doorway she stops, just now noticing what she had been too distracted to see earlier, “You put up the decorations too” she gasps, her hands coming to rest on her chest and over her heart as she turns back to a smiling Bucky who nods at her words, “I love you” she smiles before rushing off to get changed out of her work clothes, so that she can get back to the man she loves.

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.

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.