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bonnie hair

inspired by a hair I saw on pinterest a long time ago c: main preview is from an old version of the hair. what you'll get is the one below!

base game compatible / child - elders / unisex

24 EA swatches + 12 custom / 7100~ polys

not hat compatible

disabled for random

[bandana] overlay found in hats / 30 swatches

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Happy Anniversary: Richie Jerimovich x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @rita-lean @yousigned-upforthis @factualfic @ayeeeee-ayeeeeeeeeeeee

Companion piece to:

One Night Stand (NSFW) - It was never meant to be more than a one night stand.

Old School - Richie and you prefer to do things old school.

Safe With You - Richie still has nightmares about how he found Michael.

Joy - The stabbing leads Richie to confront some of the doubts he has about himself.

All The Good Ones Are (NSFW) - Richie has never thought of himself as one of the good ones.

Gift (NSFW) - Richie has always thought of you as a gift.

For your first wedding anniversary you tell Richie you’d like to experience dinner at The Bear. Richie would do anything to make your dreams come true so he books out the best table in the house months in advance.

Things start to go wrong from the second he wakes up. The two of you are supposed to be sleeping in because you’re both off for the day but Richie’s phone is ringing at God knows what time, because there’s issues at the restaurant and Carmy needs him to come down there and help out. It starts a fight between the two of them that goes on for five minutes before you roll over to face him.

“It’s fine.” You say, kissing the tip of his nose. “If you need to go, just go.”

Carmen’s still talking as you slip out from the sheets completely naked and head into the bathroom to shower, three hours earlier than you originally intended to and Richie sighs because this is not the way he wants to start his anniversary.

“I fucking hate you right now.” He tells his cousin.

“Love you too Cuz.” Carmen rings off leaving Richie to stare at the closed bathroom door, with a heaviness in his chest.

He ends up staying at The Bear the entire day because there’s not just one problem, there’s a heap of them and Richie’s the one with the connections to fix them. When Selina, the server calls in sick with food poisoning Sugar begs him to help out with the service.

“Just for an hour or two before my wife gets here.” He bargains with her. “Then I’m off the clock.”

When you get to The Bear that night, you look stunning, so fucking stunning that for a minute Richie’s speechless. You’re wearing a little black dress that clings to every inch of you and your hair is pinned away from your features in an elegant style. He wants to take you back home and ravage you but he promised you dinner and his baby, she gets what she wants.

“You look gorgeous.” He tells you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back as he guides you towards the table. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous, I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

You blush then and he loves seeing that flush of colour in your cheeks. You’re not used to compliments, the man before him wasn’t kind to you so Richie, he makes up for that in abundance.

“I’m sorry about today, it’s just been manic.” He says as the two of you sit down. He reaches for your hand, clasping it in his. “But we’re here now…”

That’s when the Neil drops an entire tray of glassware onto the floor. Richie’s entire body tenses at the sound, but he keeps eyes front and tries to ignore it. He flinches when he hears Neil yelp, his jaw clenching and you know that every single part of him wants to help.

“Go ahead.” You say, your thumb chasing over the hollow of his wrist. “I’ll wait.”

It’s just meant to be a minute, just one minute while he sweeps up the glass but Neil’s tables need covering while Sugar patches him up in the back and before he knows it almost two hours have passed and your seat is empty.

“She said she’d see you at home.” Sugar tells him apologetically and Richie, he just feels like the biggest piece of shit in the world because it’s your wedding anniversary and he hasn’t spent a single second of the day with you.

He’s no better then your ex, the man who used to stand you up, who forgot about your birthday…

Fuck Richie hates that guy, he hates being that fucking guy.

The house is quiet when he gets home that night, there’s a plate and a wineglass on the draining board and it tears him up inside to imagine you sitting here at the kitchen island eating alone.

You’re already sleep when Richie crawls into bed alongside you. Your dress is hung up back in the wardrobe, your shoes in the rack, your hair is still damp from the shower you must have taken when you got in. All of that effort, he thinks, all of it for nothing.

He draws you into his arms and you mumble something incoherent burying your face into his chest as his lips brush over your hairline.

“I’m sorry baby.” He whispers, his thumb tracing over the curve of your cheek. “I’m going to find a way to make it up to you, I promise you I will.”

The next day that Richie pulls out all the stops. You wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and pain au chocolat from the bakery down the street. There’s a vase of fresh flowers in the centre of the table, a starburst of brilliant beautiful colours.

“Richie, honey you didn’t have to…” You begin as you stand there in his The Beef t-shirt but he’s already cutting you off with the most ferocious fucking kiss you’ve ever experience.

“I did.” He tells you fiercely  his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I really fucking did. I don’t want to be that man, the one that makes you feel you aren’t something truly spectacular because you are. You’re wonderful and perfect…”

It’s your turn to shut him up with a kiss because this man, he makes you feel like you’re all of those things and more.

“We’re having a do over tonight.” He tells you, those beautiful blue eyes of his staring into yours. “We’re both going to dress up and we’re going to have that dinner you wanted.”

“The Bear’s closed today.” You remind him and he shakes his head, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw.

“Not to us.” He tells you. “Not tonight”

When you get to The Bear that evening, Sugar has pulled out all of the stops. The place is bathed with candlelight, the warm glow creating a soft, romantic atmosphere. There’s a trail of white rose petals leading to your table where two glasses of champagne await, already poured. From the speakers above the sound of Richie and Joy’s Mixed Tape serenades the empty restaurant.

Richie pulls out your chair for you, waiting for you to sit down before he takes his own place opposite you. His hand reaches for yours and you entwine your fingers as you look at him as if he’s hung the moon and the stars up in the sky.

“Happy anniversary baby.” He says, picking up his champagne glass and raising to toast. “May every single one of them be better than the last.”

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