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cloveroctobers · 4 months

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JEY USO x BLACK! READER — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: I took a stab at writing for roman and now here I am doing the same for jey? Except this one isn’t strongly plot based…Wish me luck! I’m new to the scene so I apologize if this isn’t in his character…But I think I got it? We’ll see 😆

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: “did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” “i thought it would taste good!” + “well i put it on the grocery list!” “i didn’t think i needed the list!” “you clearly did!!” + “i can’t find the remote.” “i’m actually going to kill you.” 1. “But look, this is on sale!”

WARNINGS: language + just doing typical bickering couple things.

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In the near future, you wanted to advocate for detaching your head (not on some Black mirror type shit, although you knew there was a 70% chance that it could go that route) and leaving it to get any protective style for yourself, sisters, brothers, and non-binaries while you went about your business before you came back to collect your freshly did head. You originally wanted to go in with some straight backs with the water wave left out towards the ends but switched to boho locs last minute.

Thankfully you had that type of relationship with your stylist so she didn’t mind much.

You were always down to try something new and been contemplating getting some locs after a few of your family members been on their journey for years now. Tending to your head nearly everyday was a hassle especially as a routine to go into the world and work. Hair had a mind of its own and it didn’t need to be explained, if you know, you know.

The last thirty minutes of your appointment, you were reaching out to your husband to see what was on the menu at home or if you needed to pick something up. The snacks your go to girl provided only held up for so long and when Jey told you that he had a taste for Kopai, basically hinting that would be for lunch or dinner—when Jey threw down he made enough for both occasions—you sat up a bit in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, while you floated through the streets to get back home.

When you unlocked the white security gate to the bright russet orange home (Jey picked the exterior color and you weren’t crazy about it but at least it stood out from the other homes, which was his main goal), you were already hit with a whiff of spices, thanks to the breezy San Francisco spring air and found the petal pink front door wide open. Which made you quirk up a brow but you were too famished to think too hard about it as you quickly made your way through the small entry way into the master bedroom to toss your things onto the bed.

You sighed with a shake of your head as you made your way up the stairs, hearing Jey listening to Kendrick’s disses on loop again but you also ignored that as you made your way to the right where the kitchen and living room sat. Sneaking behind the man on your toes like swiper, you slapped a hand and squeezed his backside in greeting while Jey legit yelped and yanked himself away.

Grinning at him innocently you say, “why are your clappers clenched?”

Jey sucked his teeth while you attempted to hide your laughter, “yo, what I tell you about doing that man? That’s my job to do to you, not other way around.”

“I thought we believed in equality in this house?” You placed your hands on your hips while Jey just huffed.

You moved towards the stove, where Jey was hovering over. The soup pot was there, steaming but the aroma wasn’t giving Kopai. While jey was distracted on his phone again, mumbling to himself and nodding his head—possibly the lyrics—you snatched up a spoon to dip into the pot.

Wincing against the temperature on your tongue, you managed to get the food down after chewing and sucking air into your mouth. That was enough to get Jey’s attention as he looked at you with a straight face, annoyed that you went and sampled.

“This is not giving dumpling…where are the dumplings?” You managed to get out after your last chew.

Jey folded his muscular arms honestly replying, “that’s because there isn’t any.”

“Huh? But it’s Samoan Sunday.” Which meant each Sunday included something from Jey’s culture, sometimes combined with soul food, depending on what y’all were in the mood for.

Jey lifted his chin, “turns out it’s a whatever’s in the fridge day. That you just rudely sampled behind my back without giving me any proper love by the way, it’s spicy chicken and rice chowder.”

Scrunching up your face, you popped your tongue in distaste at the aftermath. Now that you knew what it was, it could explain this foul after taste because something wasn’t adding up.

“Joshua.”

“Oh here you go,” Jey threw his hands up in the air, “If I wanted another food critic, I’d just call your damn father.”

Your father has his own successful restaurant here in California and back up North where you were originally from. Majority of the time if your family was over, Jey did everything in his power not to be the one who was solely on food duty because your father was very critical especially when it came to food.

That’s that Virgo shit.

“Chowder includes milk right?” You didn’t get the culinary trait but you watched enough cooking competitions and attended plenty to know the basics. You weren’t the biggest fan of seafood, although that was the common type of chowder, there was no seafood in this dish.

It still didn’t taste right to you.

And Jey usually knew what to do in the kitchen, more so on the grill but still he got by and knew Gordon Ramsey would approve of at least a few of his dishes. If not? His bitch ass could certainly see Jey’s hands. Not your pops though, he wasn’t messing with him at all.

Jey scoffed, “yeah.”

“Hey, I’m not feeling your attitude.” You addressed over your shoulder as you went to the fridge to open up.

Jey shot back, “well I’m not feelin’ you sneaking and holdin’ two handfuls of my ass but here we are.”

It was one hand but whatever fed his ego.

He was really about to bring the hangry out of you if he kept it up to be honest. Your hands went to the top shelf, immediately spotting the now empty glass milk bottle. Yanking it out, you held it up in the air for your husband to see.

“Did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” You questioned, one hand on your hip now.

He blinked between you and the glass and then back again, “I thought it would taste good!”

Your eye twitched, “With expired milk, Josh?!”

He scrunched up his face at this news, “be for real,” he starts as he makes his way towards you to grab the glass, “…how was I supposed to know?”

Jey’s fingers quickly unscrewed the silicone dispenser cap to take a sniff of the inside and recoiled.

“By doing that like you normally do.” You respond, “also there’s a label on the back that aways gets written with the expiration date.”

Jey snarled, “Why can’t we just keep the damn carton instead of this aesthetically pleasing bullshit?”

“That’s rich coming from Mr. Leo the flashy asshole himself.” You tilted your head to the side, sending him the same type of energy.

“Why am I catching strays?” Jey pounded on his chest, voice naturally booming off the walls, “it’s my fault I like nice things?”

‘And that I tried to cook us a meal?’ He thinks to himself.

“No but it’s mine?” You repeat his motions, pointing at your own chest while Jey sighs, “I tried to remind you this morning before I left, that the milk needed to be dumped.”

Jey scratches at his ear with his lips pushed out in thought, “I heard none of that.”

“Well, I put it on the grocery list!” Your voice went up now and you can only blame your hunger.

Jey slides the bottle onto the white surface of the pale blue counter, “I didn’t think I needed the list!”

“You clearly did!” You laugh humorlessly at the fact that you just ate partially spoiled food.

It was funny how your husband picked and chose what he wanted to remember. Granted it was pretty early when you told him this, waking him up from his snoring slumber as you pecked his cheek on your way out. Last night in bed he said he would hit the store for a few quick items you needed for the house and milk was the first thing on the list. He didn’t remember that but he knew you had a hair appointment since he insisted on paying for it, he always loved your fro and didn’t mind seeing you change it up.

He was very vocal if he didn’t like a look either, even if you were pranking him a few times with stiff wigs from Tyler Perry Amazon, which caused many more lashings from the both of you that it sometimes got personal. The both of you could take the shit talking from each other but once it actually stung just a little too much? And if it happened to occur in front of family? Oh the silent treatment was more lethal than the actual words.

“Now I see why your ass was so clenched when I came in here. You were trying to poison me, or encourage me to go vegan, my own got damn husband.” You scoffed while Jey rolled his eyes at your dramatics and that was saying a lot, since he was the number one Thespian.

He makes the noise of a buzzer, “wrong answer forehead! My fatty is too well rounded for it to be clenched. Especially if it was glute day yesterday. There’s no high booties around here and I’m highly offended that you think I would do that to you when you’re my whole heart.”

You stuck your tongue out giving him a thumbs down, “don’t try to butter me up, I’m still aggy and I’m trying to big my back, not make my stomach touch my back.”

And just like that he grins as he moves to grip the sides of your face, “I’m sorry ma, you know I always got you and already have a back up order for dinner if this didn’t turn out too well. Plus, I got something else that could feed your appetite. A appetizer if you really think about it.”

His smile turns devilish now as he moves to place his hips on yours to feel exactly what he’s serving up. You shove at his chest as he goes even further to try and kiss up your neck, “Nope, if you don’t get off me! You’re not getting none of that.”

“Why not? We got at least twenty-five minutes before option B is ready and I can make it work.” He’s chasing after you now.

You’re on the other side of the white and blue island with a shake of your head, “for one, I have no nutrients in my body and it’s really sounding like you want me to cross over to the other side.”

Jey interrupts as he stares at you in all seriousness, “never.”

Holding up fingers you continue, “Two, my laser appointment isn’t until Wednesday.”

Jey caressed his beard in thought licking his lips, “oh word, hump day? That’s even better but fuck all that we grown! Let me get you that jug of fruit water you made and then that ass is mine.”

You laughed, “you think I’m gonna just fold after you deprived me of Kopai? You really done lost your mind and it’s all KDot’s doing.”

“Nah, leave my boy out of this.”

You gasped, “That switch up is crazy.”

‘Guess we know who Jey’s shaking that ass for and it’s not just for me,’ you cackle internally before focusing back on what your husband’s response would be to picking with him. You knew better than to let that slip through your lips because you wouldn’t hear the end of it and your body was already going through it okay!

From getting your hair done and WORKING OUT!

Get your mind out of the gutter you hoes.

“I mean I didn’t say I was going to completely cut BBL—

Your eyes went wide as Jey smacked a hand over his mouth. You pointed at him and hopped up and down to prove your point.

“Be quiet.” He hissed before he made his claim, “I mean sure if im in the car I’ll bump Drake over Kendrick but he had something on his chest so some shit talking needed to be said.”

“And did.”

“Exactly but Drake’s still my guy.” He shrugged.

You shake your head as you pace the floor as if you were analyzing Jey like you were in some courtroom instead of your kitchen, “That’s just like you, taking up for the light skins.”

“Aight now you dragging it.” Jey sent a glower in your direction.

You laugh as you leaned against the counter feeling like a nap but not without facing the issue here, “so…what’s actually on the menu since you lied to me about the Kopai and then flopped the chowder.”

“It wasn’t a complete flop!” Jey argued with a deep furrow of his brows, “the flavor was on point, I just messed up with the dairy portion.”

You stated, “Goat milk would have been superior.”

“Oh hell no, wait until I tell your father about that one.” Jey’s shaking his head in disgust, goat milk was only great for a skincare routine and he could say that based on experience but far as consuming? Jey was good on that.

“Wait until I tell him that you tried to give me food poisoning.” You countered with a heated stare.

Jey deeply inhaled and sucked his teeth, “aight let’s roll before you get my blood pressure up to the point I need to be hospitalized.”

He turns the stove off and moves the pot to the side while it’s your turn to make your way over to the tatted man. You nuzzle your head into the back of shoulders while hugging him, “it’s only fair that we get on each others nerves.”

“You’re lucky I love yo ass.” He mumbles, resting a warm hand on top of your clasped ones.

“And you’re lucky I love you right back and didn’t take a bite out of your behind for depriving me of food.”

Jey scrunched up his nose at that and side eyed as he turned to face you a bit but you held his stare, letting him know that you weren’t joking. “See, I knew it in my spirit that you were one of those kids that liked to bite. I’ve seen baby pictures and that’s something I’ll have to keep in mind when we’re blessed with children.”

“Says the fighter out of the marriage.” You quirk up a brow but Jey just shrugs.

“I own my shit.”

“Whatever bro…where’s your keys?” You remove yourself from Jey to look around the kitchen while the said man follows you.

He buries his forehead against the side of your temple bumping you, “i’m not your bro so I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”

You push him from your space, “stop playing with me, Joshua. We don’t have time for this!”

“Come correct then.”

You roll your eyes with a flick of your hair, “keys or I’ll go get my own.”

“I’m driving, I don’t need you acting like the streets are Mario kart like you probably did on your way here.” He states before he sarcastically jokes, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

Let’s not talk about driving skills…of course you didn’t say that but Jey could tell you were thinking it. So he steps to you, holding out his hand but kept his eyes on you until you placed yours in his. He led the way back downstairs to the front level of the home, keys already in his pocket as he locked up the front of the house before heading to the garage.

There was tension on the first five minutes of the drive but not to the point where you two knew you wouldn’t get past it. You fumbled with the radio as the wind whipped across your profile and before you both know it, you’re both singing along to music from 2018, which was reminiscent back when things were starting to heat up between you two. Back when Jey was inviting you to family barbecues and being too afraid to ask you to be his girl and making an ass out of himself to his family when they questioned what you were.

It was all trial and tribulations that led to your marriage a year later. This bickering was nothing compared to what the both of you dealt with prior. And what’s a perfect marriage?

“By the way, the new look is sexy.” Jey comments as the both of you sit in his car digging into your food.

He chose Japanese…which was satisfactory since you loved the Wagyu beef tacos here and he was tearing into the BamuBamu wings, licking his fingers and everything that you knew his mother would be slapping the back of his head if she was in the backseat.

“Thanks baby, we’ll call this look: Gaia or Alani.” You posed, hands still holding a taco.

Jey nods, “ooo, Gailani is fire! See how I just did that?”

“Hope you come up with better earthy names for our future crotch goblins.” You told him while Jey frowned at you mid-bite.

“No way you just said that.”

Shrugging you say, “I mean I don’t know how pregnancy is going to make me feel so that’s their potential nickname.”

“I mean…how would you feel if I referred you as a gremlin?” Jey questioned, not liking how you were picking on your unborn children already.

Listen to him being the sensitive parent! He cared deeply for his niece and nephew, he also didn’t play when it came to them either so he can only imagine how he would be with his own.

“…I’d blame the children you played a part of helping create. Like child like father.”

“That’s cap and not exactly how that works, that’s right, I paid attention in biology class! You’ll probably start taking it out on me, I’ll have to have doc on speed dial for tetanus shots.” Jey winked at you while you elbowed his arm, “but nah I’ll love y’all through it regardless because like it or not I’m a pretty great guy.”

You snort, “You say that now.”

“I mean it though and I know you know that. I couldn’t have picked a better person to ride through this rollercoaster of life with and the world deserves to have mini versions of us roaming the earth, plus I’m always down to get to practicing.” He winks at you while you shake your head.

“I can tell, you almost leaped over the counter to take me down.”

He pointed, “You started it by grabbing my ass and the new look isn’t helping my urges.”

“Well,” you shrugged with a smirk on your lips, “it’s definitely not happening since you like to pull hair and you didn’t buy the milk.”

“There’s a farmers market right up the street, they got to have some and then will you chill?”

“I’m chill now.” You chew with a smile as you slump into the passenger seat while Jey deeply exhales.

“Yeah, cause you’re spoiled.”

“You made me this way.”

“I know.” Jey smiles at you adoringly before shaking his head, “my own personal pain in my butt.”

“But I do appreciate the effort…although my stomach might feel different in a few hours.” You pout a little, feeling it flip just a smidge.

Jey widens his eyes at you, just hoping that didn’t happen, “nah we getting probiotics or some type of cleanse at this market, let’s go before they close. Seatbelt please.”

“I’m eating.”

The side eye he gives you makes you do so but you hold onto your taco a little tighter in the process. Driving across the street to the open parking lot that sat to the side of where the market was set up, he’s ready to hop out the car, door tossed open, without you since you were still eating but you call out to him to wait for you.

The farmers market was one of your favorite places to be, especially on a Sunday and there was no way he was going without you. He was the main one that said the both of you were always going to be by each other’s sides wherever you went. When it came to grocery shopping, Jey was the type of shopper that wanted to get in and get out. Anything else? Clothes? Cars? He could spend all day there.

Yes he was huffy as you took your time, knowing they were about to start closing up in the next fifteen minutes. You had to search his car for your gum, lipgloss, and micro wallet that you stored in here just in case you didn’t have your purse (which was sitting pretty back at home on your bed) and stole Jey’s car for the day.

“C’mon,” Jey says your name impatiently, “what’re you doing?”

“Where’s my green mini wallet I had stored on the side of the rati?” Your hands are going along the pocket of the black Maserati.

Jey answers, “that little thing? I been took that out and threw it somewhere in your drawer back at the crib. What do you need that for when you’re with me anyway? Let’s go, ma.”

Then he questions why you’re a pain in his butt!

Checking your lips once more, you get out the car dusting off any crumbs from your lap before you circle around the car to intertwine your fingers with Jey’s. You huddle closer to him as the wind is at your backs before you enter through the tarps of set up sections. He’s on a mission while your eyes are wide, trying to look at any and everything to the point he lets go of your hand to keep searching for what you’re mainly here for.

Usually it’s mostly food here but occasionally they’ll have a few clothing, accessories, and even home decor shops set up as well. It really was the best of both worlds when that happened. Jey already knew that you would search for one of those while he stayed where the food was at. He chatted with the elderly man who had his own farm about forty miles from here, got three jugs of milk: oat, goat, and coconut. Along with a nice tip before he bid his farewells then began checking for you around the sizable space.

“Hey baby,” you greet as he eventually finds you at a vendor that wasn’t selling food yet you’re holding a few fruits and fruit juices in your hands, “I got us some more papayas and pineapples. It’s already paid for since the lady took Zelle but I want to show you something else.”

You finally shift the items into the netted bag onto your other wrist as you reach out for Jey’s wrist to drag him back to a few vendors over. It was some shop that was selling antiques and he’s now standing in front of two figurines.

“Wouldn’t this be cute for the mantle above the fireplace?”

Jey glanced at you, “yeah if we wanted to be murdered in our sleep at some point.”

“Joshua!” You shushed him, “I thought they would add more color to the mantle since the fireplace is black.”

“And the marble on the bottom is white along with the rest of the furniture that’s light and the walls except for that one kitchen wall that’s a chalkboard.” The man blinks as he vividly remembers your shared home, “We don’t need anymore unnecessary stuff, especially no dolls that look like annabelle and her possessed friends.” Jey tells you while you frown as he grabs your wrist now.

You’re being dragged away while the woman laughs and sends you a wave as you attempt to persuade him one last time on one other decor piece sitting on a table, “But look, this is on sale!”

Jey mutters, “there’s a reason why majority of her items are. I know evil when i see it.”

“Not the judgement. You don’t know that lady, Josh and you need to stop watching so many scary movies lately, they’re making you so paranoid.” You sassed while you two made it back to his car.

He peeked at you before he grabbed his seatbelt, “did you see her pet possum on the leash sleeping underneath that dusty red chair?”

“Her what?!”

“Uh huh.” He nods, starting the car while going into detail about how the vendor felt off the moment you dragged him closer to it.

By the time the two of you get home, you’re heading into the master bedroom to grab your floral bonnet while Jey heads up stairs with the food. He does the clean up of the soup, finishes up his wings while you eventually make your way upstairs to eat your own food. When you meet Jey’s brown eyes across from the dining table, the both of you share a laugh at your matching low-lidded eyes. The Itis. You’re the first to move, discarding your food since Jey finished way before you and pull at his hand for him to stand.

Wrapping your arms across his shoulders before moving one hand to play with the end of his hair, he leans down to grasp your back before slipping his hands down to your ass to lift you against his hips. “That’s how it should be,” he tells you as you kiss his lips and he makes his way over to the couch.

You warn your husband, “Watch my head, we know how heavy handed you are.”

“I got it, I got it.” Jey mocks as he protects your head, laying you down first before he climbs over you to rest against the couch.

He loops an arm across your shoulders as you move around trying to get comfortable thanks to your new do. Finding that your left is less painful than your right, you face the coffee table, two living chairs, and tv instead while Jey lightly wraps his arm around your neck instead.

And you’re fine just like this, well fed and in the arms of your man ready to get a nap in until…

“I can’t find the remote.” Jey breaks the silence that makes your eyes peel open with a flare of your nostrils.

You want to fling your entire body back but your neck said different, leaving you to only side eye Jey as he sheepishly smiles at you.

“I’m actually going to kill you!” You inform him, “i said leaving the remote in the drawer of the coffee table makes it easier so we don’t have to go crazy looking for it.”

“And I may or may not have done that.” He says nonchalantly, not bothered that he was pushing a button again, “I like to leave it tucked in the cushions along with my leg in there because you know how that stupid thing likes to overheat sometimes and it’s always cold in there.”

Only Jey y’all.

Only Jey.

Once you go quiet and manage to face the brown eyed man again, you smile softly at him as you caressed his face, “that lady at the market that you were shook over, ain’t got shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean? Aye!” Jey yelled as you started to playfully ring his neck.

The only way to get you to stop was for him to slap his hand right on top of your sore head and wiggle it and what did he do that for?

“OW! Why would you—I’m done.”

You hop off the couch and circle around it but not without yanking a pillow and slamming it against Jey’s stomach, “disrespectful ass.”

“So I’m just supposed to take you son-ing me?” Jey sat up on his elbows, grunting at the attack before shoving the pillow to the floor.

You snapped over your shoulder, “I don’t know, I thought you might like that since you like your ass grabbed, although you try to deny it as much as possible.”

“What?! Now you just saying shit.”

“And you’re always doing shit!” You yell back, out of sight now and heading back downstairs.

Jey sighs as he settles back against the couch again, “Where you goin’?”

“To bed!”

“It’s 4pm.”

“Goodnight mullet! You play too much.”

Jey felt his chest bubble with some laughter but said back, “I LOVE YOU!”

“So?!”

“I SAID, I LOVE YOU!” Jey called back out but when he didn’t get any response, he jumped up to his feet and raced down the stairs just to see you laughing waiting to slam the door in his face.

Yet you were too slow, making Jey barge into the room to latch onto your body to pepper your face in kisses.

It was the little things that he did that he knew would get on your nerves (which was mutual) but ultimately you loved that man down no matter what.

Jey could say the same even if you got on his case majority of the time.

You were his everything and more.

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#Spotify #queued #jey uso #jey uso x black reader #jey uso x reader #joshua fatu #Joshua fatu x reader #spring writing

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archetype-earth · 1 year

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Housewife!Mitsuhide who watches over the house while you go to your boring 9-to-5. Housewife!Mitsuhide who vacuums the carpets, makes the bed after you leave, makes sure the kitchen is in perfect shape. He cooks as well, and... honestly sometimes it does turn out bad. But if he sticks to the recipe, it's quite amazing, especially after a hard day. He never really cared for food before, but he makes sure to pick out recipes that have plenty of nutrients that is both healthy and delicious. Housewife!Mitsuhide who, while his background is unknown, is on good terms with everybody in the neighborhood. He's called a charmer by the old ladies, gets along well in their circle. (Probably also knits for you, with help from them.) He's such good friends with the other housewives that they'll occasionally give up the groceries that are sale to him. The local police are extremely wary of him (especially the veteran officers), but they're nice and polite to him all the same, if not on edge. Any yakuza or ne'er-do-wells actively stay away. Housewife!Mitsuhide who busts out that very cliche line of "Dinner, a bath, or me?" (It's him. Let's be real it's always him.) Housewife!Mitsuhide who has already prepared a warm bath to soothe away your daily stress, rose petals and nice scents littering the bathroom. He's also not opposed to getting in with you and washing you himself! What a good husband. Housewife!Mitsuhide who feeds you spoonfuls of dinner, and has you feed him in return. Housewife!Mitsuhide who will carry you into the bathroom and gently set you down. Who gives you the best massage of your life... whose massage turns into a little something more. Housewife!Mitsuhide who works so hard to upkeep your house, couldn't you just mess up him at the end of your day as his reward, pretty please?

#.writing #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #cybird #otome games #otome #otome game #mitsuhide akechi #ikemen sengoku x reader #ikesen x reader #x reader #mitsuhide ikesen #HBD MY KING literally the best character ever

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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Hola Ro 🥰

This is gonna be a mouthful but...

Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao

Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.

This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.

Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"

Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.

This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.

Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao

𓆦 Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.

𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions

𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry

𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.

𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.

𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman

My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

~🍒

Nsfw content MDNI

🍒!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-

𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))

𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-

𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…

𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~

𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~

𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-

𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((

𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-

𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)

𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”

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How would he treat you on your period . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would care for you when you are having your period

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Daniel (Love Actually) x reader, Bryan Mills (Taken) x reader

Warning: topical mention of periods (nothing graphic), F! reader, fluffy drabble

Qui-Gon Jinn (Star Wars)

Qui-Gon could sense it coming on before you, so he prepares

He makes sure to leave the Jedi temple early to meet you when you arrive home. He cooks you dinner and draws you a bath

He offers you space or cuddles depending on how you feel

To relax he braids your hair, and using your doe eyes on him, he turns his back to you so you can braid his hair

When you go to bed you can see he took the weighted blanket out from the linen closet and has a heating pad and glass of water at your bed side table

Qui-Gon offers you a spare pillow for your neck or back but you say to him, "your chest is the most comfortable spot to lay" and he obliges

He'll glide his hands up and down your arms until you drift off to sleep

Daniel (Love Actually)

Daniel is a bit out of practice with the inner workings of lady parts since his wife's passing and being a man in general (lol)

Before you are set to go over to his place he runs to the drug store to make the effort of welcoming you to the flat, but boy is he lost

He'll go up and down the feminine hygiene aisle with Sam looking like a lost puppy

"Aren't they all the same?" Sam would ask "You'd think, Sam-o, but somehow they are all slightly different," is all Daniel could respond with

After some time, he would just take a guess on a product he thinks he has seen in your purse and hopes for the best

Daniel will also ask Sam to run to the candy aisle and get a bag of what you like and Sam will come to the check out counter with five bags and say, "well she has one every month, and these are on sale"

When you arrive to his flat and see the grocery bags on the counter you tear up a bit and Daniel thinks he royally messed up but you pull him and Sam into a tight, gratitude filled hug

Bryan Mills (Taken)

For a man who is a former CIA agent and a rough exterior, he always has a soft spot for his girl, especially when you are feeling bloated or are hard on yourself

Bryan is not the 'comforting' type, however, he knows just his presence puts you at ease so he won't leave your side

You'll cling to him like a koala bear and all he can do is laugh it off since he secretly enjoys the closeness and not having to have his guard up with you

If you have trouble sleeping and reach for a benadryl tablet he will snag it out of your hands and read the drug facts on the side three times over before giving you the appropriate dosage. He is always cautious - especially when it comes to your well being

He'll offer a you a back or foot massage as you cozy up into bed, trying to be as helpful as he can to relive any tension you have knowing your cramps are out of his control

You opt to sleep in loose fitting shorts and one of his t-shirts and he loves it. There is something primal within him that loves to his girl wearing his clothes, dwarfing her frame

Before he can rest he makes sure nothing will disturb you through the night. Checking the thermostat, your alarm clock, drawing the blinds and cracking the window slightly. He breaths a sigh of relief to see you sound asleep and spoons you until morning

#liam neeson #liam neeson fan fiction #qui gon jinn #liam neeson x reader #liam neeson fan fic #qui gon jinn x reader #qui-gon jinn x reader #star wars #qui gon #love actually #love actually x reader #daniel x reader #taken #taken movie #bryan mills #bryan mills x reader #star wars fluff #neeson

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Hallmark Holiday (e.munson x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You love holidays, especially Valentine’s Day, but Eddie thinks that Valentine’s Day is a made up holiday to increase chocolate, card, and flower sales. REQUESTED: no (working on something really cute tho…) WARNINGS: fluff, angst, really really tooth rotting fluffy ending, not proofread PAIRINGS: Eddie Munson x Reader WORD COUNT: 3.4k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

A/N: To my yearly valentines, Happy Valentine’s Day!

“It’s Valentine’s Day soon,” Dustin Henderson says, putting his tray down on the lunch table. “What are your plans, gentlemen?”

“I’ll probably try giving Max some chocolates or flowers. I don’t know what she really likes,” Lucas replied. “I think a new cassette tape?”

“Hm,” Dustin nodded, and then looked at Mike for his input.

“I mean, my girlfriend is in California,” he shrugged. “I’ll probably send her a letter.”

Eddie listened in as everybody talked about their Valentine’s plans. Gareth was planning on asking someone out. Jeff was taking somebody to the movies.

“You’re all so lame,” Dustin groaned, taking a spoonful of his chocolate pudding. “I’m going to build a small radio system for my Suzie. It will play all her favorite songs all night long,”

“Turn around…look at what you see,” Lucas teased, earning a shove from Dustin.

“Is that even possible? She’ll probably get sick of you, dude,” Gareth chimed in.

“Not my Suzie-poo. She loves stuff like this. Radios, technology, and all that,” Dustin replied. “It will be perfect and I will be the best boyfriend ever,”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Jeff chimed in. “Eddie here prides himself as the best one, hm?”

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Who’s your girlfriend?”

“Do we know her?”

Questions from his juniors floated around the air and Eddie chuckled.

“Yes, if you’re so curious,” he told them.

“But we’ve never seen her,” Gareth added. “We don’t even know her name,”

“Well, what are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugged, his eyes confused. “Valentine’s day is just a fake holiday Hallmark made up to increase sales,” Upon the disbelief on his friend’s faces, Eddie continued. “Besides, she’s not that kind of girl. She doesn’t like holidays.”

“I’m so excited for Valentines,” you gushed to Robin. “Eddie’s so sweet, I know he’ll do something. Obviously, I don’t expect something grand or whatever but you know, it would be nice to go to the movies or have a dinner date,”

Robin still couldn’t believe that one of her best friends was dating Eddie Munson. According to you, you met Eddie at work. You were busy shelving the latest-released books when he came up to you, asking for any stocks of The Lord of the Rings. You told him you’ll take him there and you did and then, he took you out on a date.

Being a reader, you were such a romantic at heart. You’d have no problem reading the day away as long as it was a romance book. Eddie would always groan but you knew that he never minded. In fact, you both loved to spend the day reading together in your room, in their trailer, or somewhere else. You loved big gestures and small gestures—you loved how romantic and silly Eddie is. He’d hold your hand at the mall and surprise you with flowers. You loved it all and Valentine’s Day, when every single mushy thing was allowed, was your favourite.

“Hm, I wonder what to get for Eddie,” you mused. “He’s been looking at this dice set that had a matching guitar pick. Should I get that? It has the detailing of his guitar,”

“That sounds nice,” Robin replied. “What are you getting for me? It’s galentines too, you know,”

“It’s a secret,” you said. Every year, on the fifteenth, you, Robin, and Nancy would hold what was called a “Galentines” when you spend the night over at home with chocolates and ice cream. You’d end the night with gifts for each other and it was another tradition that you looked forward to.

“Fine, fine,” Robin said. “Can’t believe I’m spending another Valentine’s Day single,”

“Or…you can ask a pretty girlie named Vickie,” you teased.

“Ugh, no! Vickie doesn’t like boobs,” Robin complained.

“But Steve said—“

“Steve doesn’t know anything!” she said. “Trust me. Vickie likes lots of things except boobs,”

“Eddie!” you squealed, caught by surprise as you opened your car. You felt his familiar curls and warmth behind you, wrapped around you. He chuckled, kissing your head before detaching himself. “Are you coming along with me?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I saw you just as I was about to enter the building and decided to say hi,”

“Hi,” you greeted, smiling up at him.

“Hi, baby,” he replied, kissing your forehead. You raised your head higher, towards him and he chuckled before pecking your lips lightly. “Well, I gotta go. The boys are waiting for me,”

“Bye, Eddie!” you said. “I’ll call you later okay?”

“Yeah,” he said before running off, warmth flooding your chest. You couldn’t help it but you were sure that Eddie was going to surprise you for Valentine’s Day. It was your first Valentine’s together and it was so important for you to let him feel loved. The matching dice and pick was heavy in your purse and you drove off to the next store.

You arrived at a record store just outside of Hawkins. You had the manager, Piper, help you with a playlist you’ve carefully curated for Eddie. She sometimes accepted playlist commissions, personalising multiple playlists for people. You were lucky that you found her, she was very hands-on and passionate about music.

“Hey, kid,” she greeted, a smile on her face. “Here to get Eddie’s mixtape?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. Excitement showed itself on your face as she unwrapped a special cassette before you. On it was a sticker of Eddie’s Hellfire design stuck on the plastic. Instead of dice and flames, Piper opted for pink and red hearts—something that reminded her of you.

“Piper, this is so beautiful,” you gasped. On the back of the cassette was your name and Eddie’s. It was beautiful and you were so excited to see Eddie’s face light up. You paid her and left the store, going to the local supermarket to buy chocolates and candies for your boyfriend. You even bought heart-shaped chocolates and biscuits for Steve, Wayne, Mike, Dustin, Max, and Lucas. Robin and Nancy’s gifts were already tucked away separately in your home.

At home, you poured your entire time on cutting up hearts and wrapping the gifts in themed wrapping papers. You added a note on each of them, looking forward to giving them to your friends on Monday, Valentine’s Day.

Monday comes and you smile at the plate of heart-shaped pancakes your mom made for you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” she greeted, kissing the side of your head. “Dad and I are going to have a lovely dinner tonight. What are your plans with Eddie?” she asked before sitting beside you.

“I don’t know but I’m so excited. He’s been acting suspicious lately and I know it’s a surprise,” you said, telling her about the time when you saw Eddie rush to the mall.

“Whatever it is, I’m so excited to hear all about it!” she said. “Except for the parts I don’t want to know, of course.”

“Mom!” you groaned. “It’s nothing like that, I promise,”

“Okay, okay!” she laughed and you chuckled. Maybe the reason why you loved Valentine’s Day so much was because of how your parents celebrated it. Your mom always made heart-shaped pancakes with berry syrup in the morning. She and your dad would have a special Valentine’s day gift for you. It was always a great time when you watched them reveal their gifts for each other. A watch that your dad liked. A cooking class that they’ve been eyeing. It was always heartwarming and you knew that it was something you wanted to share with Eddie.

You were bummed because Eddie didn’t pick you up but it was fine. He didn’t have to do it all the time…it’s just that it was Valentine’s Day.

Walking in the school corridor, you smiled when Nancy linked her arms with yours.

“Happy Valentines!” she greeted. “Where to?”

“My locker! I’ll get some stuff for the next subjects. You?”

“Going with you,” she replied. “I wonder what Eddie has up on his sleeve for Valentine’s. How are you guys spending it?”

“I don’t know yet,” you told her. “He’s so secretive about it,”

“Really?” Nancy asked. “Maybe he has some big surprise for you! I’m so excited to see all of it,”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she shrugged. “Eddie adores you. There’s nothing that man won’t do to make you happy,”

“How about you and Jonathan? How are you guys spending it?” you asked.

“I’ll call him later,” you heard her say.”But he sent a package of pictures that he collected over the years, some chocolates, and a sweet note! I’ll let you read them tomorrow,”

“Nancy! That’s so sweet,” you gushed. You stopped in front of your locker, bracing yourself for a letter that could fall when you opened it. You breathed as you unlocked it, shoulders falling when you found that it was empty. No roses, chocolates, or a sweet note. Come to think of it, Eddie didn’t wait for you by the door.

“Don’t worry,” Nancy said upon seeing your crestfallen expression. “I’m sure there’s something,”

“Y-yeah,”

You watched as couples celebrated by surprising each other during lunch time. Eddie seemed to be determined to ignore you for the rest of the day but you brushed it off—maybe there’s a surprise.

Meanwhile, Eddie looked puzzled. In front of him, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were all rushing to get wrapped gifts from their pockets.

“Dude! Your gift sucks,” Dustin snickered, seeing Mike’s crumpled gift paper.

“I didn’t have any space in my bag because some asshole asked me to keep his jersey because he forgot his bag,” Mike replied, scowling at Lucas who only seemed to shrug.

“Anyways, doesn’t she sit with Nancy?” Lucas asked, a box of chocolates tied with a pink ribbon in his hand. Dustin replied with the affirmative while Eddie looked at them, wondering who this girl is to receive such thoughtful gifts from his juniors. He continued to watch as the juniors ran towards Nancy Wheeler’s table; to you. He leaned in, trying to make out the conversation but he couldn’t.

“Hey, guys!” you greeted. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all said hey, shy smiles on their faces. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I got you something.” You rummaged through your bag until you found three red boxes all with personalised names and messages. “Dustin, Lucas, and Mike…here you go,”

“Thank you!” Dustin beamed before giving his gift for you. The others did the same and you chuckled at their excitement. In Dustin’s box was a baseball hat in his favourite colorway, Lucas got a shirt that he could use for practice, while Mike got a cute polo for his next Californian trip. You heard more expressions of appreciation before they walked back to the Hellfire table. Your smile dropped when you saw Eddie frowning before turning away, looking at the kids’ best attempt to wrap their gifts.

“You’re really close with them,” one of your friends commented and you nodded.

“Yeah, well, I used to babysit them alot and we kind of just stayed friends,”

“You know her?” Eddie asked the trio when they sat back down.

“Yeah. She used to babysit us and Valentine’s kind of became a tradition,” Mike replied. “She makes sure we get things like these every year especially because we had no girlfriends back then,”

“Oh,” Eddie nodded, a soft smile on his face. “That’s nice of her,”

“Yeah. She gives these things to all of us. Robin, Nancy, Steve, Max, and everyone else,” Lucas added. “I don’t know. Somebody slipped that she has a boyfriend now so maybe she’ll get something big,”

Eddie scoffed. You weren’t like that…right?

The bell rings and students of Hawkins High fill the corridors. It was Valentine’s Day and there was love in the air. Couples were more affectionate than usual and everyone received flowers, chocolates, and everything else for the holiday…everyone except for you, it seemed.

You smiled when Eddie ran towards you in your meeting place, the benches by the woods.

“Hey,” he said, smiling at you before kissing your head.

“Hi, Eddie,” you greeted, a blush on your face.

“Why did you ask to meet here?”

“Well…it’s uh, Valentine’s Day and—“

“and we don’t celebrate it, right?” he asked.

“Oh,” you nodded, swallowing and slyly putting away the gift box you’ve been hiding from him. “W-we don’t?”

“I mean, we don’t celebrate holidays,”

“We do, though…” you replied weakly. Your heart dropped at Eddie’s teasing smile.

“Come on, princess. We don’t. We didn’t celebrate New Year’s Day or Christmas,” he countered before chuckling.

“We baked cookies on Christmas day and spent New Year’s Eve with the kids,” you offered. “But…um, anyways…I know we don’t celebrate holidays,” you replied bitterly. “but I thought it’d be nice to get something for my boyfriend,”

Eddie’s teasing smile drops when he hears the waver in your voice. You were trying so hard not to frown, blinking the tears away when you bent down and retrieved a red and black box from your bag.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie,” you smiled weakly. You ran off with your bag before Eddie could even say anything. He was just dumbfounded. He groaned before plopping on the bench, opening the box and seeing everything you’ve gotten for him—a guitar pick, a dice set, a mixtape, and a note.

Happy first Valentine’s day, Eddie. I love you.

Your boyfriend ran a hand on his face. It was the first time you told him that you loved him and he tanked it because he thought you weren’t the type to celebrate Valentine’s. What stupid reason made him believe so? You baked cookies for Christmas and exchanged gifts but Eddie thought that it was obligatory. You spent the New Year’s Eve together but isn’t that what couples do? Wasn’t Valentine’s Day just a small holiday? A holiday that greeting cards made up to increase sales?

He felt stupid—of course you’d celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was going to be your first Valentine’s Day and you loved to celebrate things. Your first month anniversary, Eddie passing an exam…you loved to celebrate. So, why didn’t he think of celebrating this with you?

“Jesus Christ!”

“He said that we weren’t the type to celebrate Valentine’s day,” you told Nancy and Robin. As soon as you got home, you asked them if it would be okay to celebrate your Valentine’s together. They immediately agreed, bringing with them gifts, chocolates, and snacks.

“He’s so dumb,” Robin replied. “Sorry. I was the one who planted that he might have a big surprise for you,”

“It’s okay, Robs,” you assured her. “I just…it kind of sucks because I was really looking forward to spending more time with him but I’m really thankful that you guys agreed to celebrate a day early. I don’t want to spend Valentine’s alone,”

“It’s alright,” Nancy replied. “Jonathan and I already called each other. We have the whole night free,”

“Pizza and cheesy romcoms?” you asked them.

“Pizza and cheesy romcoms,” Robin replied. “Let’s watch the cheesiest ones! I brought some tapes from Family Video,”

It’s not like Eddie could call anybody else. Hellfire was doing something and he hoped—at least that Steve Harrington didn’t bring anyone to a Valentine’s Dinner.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he mumbled as he listened to Harrington’s phone ring.

“Hello?”

“Steve!” he exclaimed.

“Huh, you’re not on a date?” Steve asked. He was confused. Didn’t he have a girlfriend?

“I wouldn’t be calling if I was!”

“Geez, sorry. Just wondering because you have a girlfriend and as far as I’m concerned, she’s really big on celebrations,” Steve explained.

“Look, sorry—I didn’t mean to be rude but can I come over?”

“Sure.”

“So you’re telling me, you didn’t get her anything or do anything?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know she was the type to celebrate! I mean, I really thought that we only celebrated New Years and Christmas because it was an obligation since it’s such a big holiday,” he rambled. “I mean, I should’ve figured out that we’re supposed to celebrate it because it’s our first Valentine’s but I didn’t and now I feel terrible because she told me that she loves me and had this beautifully elaborate gift and I gave her nothing!”

“Hold on,” Steve said. “She told you she loved you? You’re fucked,”

“I know and I really love her and I don’t know if she’ll believe me because I gave her nothing!”

“Just…explain everything, man. I’m sure she’d understand,” Steve assured. “I mean, obviously you fucked up but if you’re honest and you explain everything, I’m sure it’d be fine,”

“You really think so?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded. It was amusing to see Eddie so worried. He never usually worries and it’s true that Eddie had never had a girlfriend before. He’s been on a few dates, sure but never a girlfriend. It was quite entertaining, to say the least—the metalhead falling head over heels for Hawkins’ Sweetheart.

The lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own…

“Jesus Christ, who’s playing songs in the morning?” Robin groaned, burying her head to the bed.

There's no doubt, you're in deep

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need

“Quit it!” Nancy added. “It’s like…five in the morning,”

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You groaned before checking to see where the song came from. Who in their right mind would play a love song at eight o’clock? You groggily waddled your way to the window. The sound came from outside, that you were sure.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, altering Robin and Nancy.

“What? What?” Robin asked, sitting up.

“It’s Eddie,” you told them. “He’s outside!”

Your friends ran towards the window and sure enough, Hawkins’ Eddie Munson was outside, standing on your porch carrying a boombox.

“Oh my god,”

A teddy bear hugging a red heart was sitting on a foldable chair. Eddie’s black van was adorned with red and pink balloons. A big “I love you bear-y much” sign could be seen leaning on the van.

You left your friends standing with their mouths wide open, running towards Eddie.

Eddie felt warmth on his cheeks when he saw Nancy and Robin but he didn’t care. He’s done worse things to get attention and this one would actually take the cake. His arms were wobbling but he didn’t care. He waited until you got out of your house, hair sticking out everywhere.

“Hi, Eddie,” you greeted, a shy smile on your face. Eddie puts the boombox down before smiling at you.

“Hello, princess,”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I wanted to apologize to you,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t celebrate Valentine’s with you yesterday. I, uh, didn’t know how to celebrate it and I didn’t know that you celebrated it. It’s all on me, though because it’s our first Valentine’s and we should’ve done something together and I just—I didn’t know. I’m really sorry,”

“Eddie—“

“Look! This teddy bear says I love you bear-y much and I love you bear-y much. I looked for the biggest bear I could find in Hawkins but if you don’t like the bear, I have these berries,” he stopped when he picked up a container of chocolate-coated strawberries that he and Steve made last night. “and it’s supposed to say that I love you berry much and I do love you. Please don’t break up with me. I promise to celebrate every holiday with you and make you feel important and special and—“

“Eddie! It’s okay,” you laughed. “You’re forgiven,”

“I’m really sorry I have these chocolates—wait, I am?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just…talk to me about things next time, okay? If we’re unsure about something, let’s talk about it and find a common ground,”

“Okay,” he nodded. “That…that’s actually good. I’ll learn everything about you…how to treat you the best and stuff,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

“Question—were you gonna camp out here if I didn’t go out?” you asked.

“Yeah but I’ll definitely have to put the stereo down at some point. My arms almost gave up. It’s a good thing I have my charm with me, huh?” he asked, taking a step closer.

“Yeah, really good thing,” you nodded, taking Eddie’s face and kissing him where you wanted to kiss him the most.

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the leak | 03

banner by @theluttleprince

summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; i dont know how i feel about the added *issue* in the story—a very handsome issue, but here u go! [masterpost]

You’re now acutely aware of the fact that there is another living, breathing body behind the walls of your apartment.

You really took for granted the fact that your neighbors were quiet (which in fact, were not neighbors at all because it’s been empty for the past year) because now you feel nothing but self conscious as you pad around your home.

If it was any other neighbor, sure, you’d be dandy! However, it’s Vernon, and because you had a teeny tiny noncommittal attraction to him in college, it’s manifested into full blown self-consciousness. You really just can’t get over yourself.

Lo-fi hip hop blends through the walls, invading your space as you absentmindedly stir the fresh pasta you bought on sale at the market. It isn’t your music, it’s Vernon’s, muffled by the wall that connects your kitchen.

This hyper awareness is killing you. You haven’t spoken to him since that morning when your sleep was interrupted by his rush to move in, simply because you wanted to give him space. It’s been a week and you feel like your space is closing in on you.

You know you want to talk to him, that little pesky voice in your head sings, you want to ask if he’s okay.

“Ugh!” you tap your wooden spoon against your nonstick pan, flicking the water away. Your eyes float over to your simmering sauce on the stove, a cream sauce with a little squeeze of tomato paste. It’s almost done thickening.

Distracting yourself from your neighbor with the pretty brown eyes, you grab your phone, scrolling through your missed messages.

[3:08] Jihoon: hows the leak?

[4:02] You: still dripping

[4:11] Jihoon: I can come over tonight and fix it

With a snort, you grab the tongs and start scooping the al dente pasta from the boiling pot into the simmering sauce.

However, your sink is perfectly fine. That's because Jihoon is an efficient landlord.

(The only thing dripping is you, and you’re the only leak he’s planning to fix tonight.)

Haha, ha. You could cringe at how silly this whole situation is.

If you told yourself ten years ago you’d be hooking up with your landlord, you’d laugh yourself to death. Lo and behold here you are, having a casual fling with your grumpy yet unfairly skilled landlord.

To be fair, your sink was leaking the first time! Whether or not it was on purpose so that Jihoon could come see you, is a secret Jihoon refuses to tell.

He is pretty, yet masculine. There’s something feline about his gaze, the way his skill in both the bed and his practice intrigues you and mollifies you to his command. Like that one time last week when he did that thing with his fingers—

“Fuck me,” you curse yourself, plating your completed pasta. After emulsifying your sauce with the perfect amount of pasta water, you occupy yourself with dinner.

Jihoon is a good distraction, but not as intrusive as—

“Ow!” Vernon’s muffled voice echoes the wall between you, and you wince at the pain that lines his voice. Did he just drop a barbell? Does he lift?

Belatedly realizing you cooked too much pasta to fit on one plate, you grab another ceramic plate a second scoop of pappardelle.

Blowing at your stray hairs, the question stabs you in the brain: invite Jihoon to dinner, and have everything work out as it always does?

Or—or?

Five minutes later and a very demanding pep talk from your conscience, you have a plastic wrapped plate of pasta and you’re waiting for Vernon to answer his door.

After a few seconds of hearing shuffling and more things falling to the ground, your new neighbor finally flings the door open. “Oh, hi!” His face is rapidly changing, going from surprised, to confused, and then a big D-mouthed smile when he notices what you’re holding in your hand.

You’ve seen that Youtube Shorts girl who exchanges meals with her neighbors, and you wonder if she feels just as awkward as you do.

“Hi,” you breathe out, “did you eat dinner?”

You couldn’t even let out a “how are you?” because you wanted to cut right to the chase. Say yes and eat, or say no and you can ask Jihoon if you can move to the bottom floor.

You squirm under his gaze, your bare feet feeling cool on the bare tile and your fingers hot due to the plate being under the stove just minutes before. He’s looking unbearably soft, his caramel hair bouncy and his grey sweat suit big and bubbly around his frame.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, eyes still clinging to your hands, “did you?”

“Oh, no. I just finished making this,” you proffer the plate up higher to meet his eyes, “and was wondering if you wanted some.”

Instead of taking the plate and saying thank you, he replies, “you love pink, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“My Melody clock, pink Crocs, and now pink sauce,” he bobs his head back and forth, “unless that’s just a coincidence.”

“Oh, well—”

“I bet if I come into your apartment right now, the pan you used to cook this pasta is pink.”

You huff, and if you weren’t holding the plate you’d be crossing your arms. Who knew he could be so cheeky? When you don’t answer right away he says, “I’m right, am I?”

It’s mauve, actually. Instead, you retort, “I guess there’s only one way to find out?”

Vernon’s irises soften, and you wonder how long it’s been since he’s eaten a meal with somebody. Taking the plate you’ve made out of your hands, he reaches a palm out to hold open your door, “Thanks.”

Letting yourself in, you watch as he steps into your apartment gingerly. He gets a really good look at it this time, compared to last week when he was only concerned about getting out of a bad relationship. His eyes float over your walls, probably looking for all the pink things in your apartment.

He sets himself at your table, and before you sit down next to him, you send out a quick text.

[5:06] You: raincheck, i have a friend over for dinner tonight

#vernon x reader #svt x reader #vernon fic #svt fanfic #svt fic #seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #svt fluff #vernon

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cunninghamchrissie · 1 year

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hellcheer thought: eddie learning how to cook a few simple dishes that chrissy likes, especially when she's in college & really busy studying etc... eddie bringing her snacks while she studies on their shitty couch / secondhand coffee table & giving her a kiss on the top of her head

"aaaand voilà!"

eddie carefully sets a bowl on the uneven coffee table, taking care that it doesn't slide off to the floor.

chrissy looks up from the child psychology textbook she's reading with a curious smile on her lips.

"and what do we have here?"

"this, my love," eddie says with a flourish of the dishtowel he's got in his left hand, "is a homemade slash canned lasagna soup."

chrissy's mouth has been watering ever since eddie started cooking, but he gets so focused when in the kitchen that she didn't want to interrupt him to ask what exactly he was making with so many ingredients strewn about the sink and the biggest pot she didn't even know they had.

they've been struggling for cash since moving to indianapolis. they found themselves a shoebox apartment above a liquor store so chrissy can be close to both her community college so she won't have to live on campus, and the little law office she works as a secretary in. as for eddie, he's been working crazy hours between the auto shop and trying to score paying gigs most weekends.

eddie tries not to feel bad about having to rely on the dollar store and garage sales, especially after the life chrissy was used to living, but if she has a problem with it, she's never let it show.

eddie jogs the three steps it takes to get back into the kitchen to grab his own bowl and a beer for himself, and sits next to chrissy on the couch, avoiding the spot where the weird spring pops out. he's thought about getting it fixed (how much can upholstery cost?), but sitting like this means they're nearly in each other's laps all the time, and neither one seems to mind it.

chrissy takes a spoonful of the soup as eddie turns on the tv, and the sound of the news is drowned out by her nearly obscene moan.

"oh my god, eddie, this is amazing," chrissy says around her bite, and eddie's eyebrows shoot up.

"jesus, sweetheart, let a man finish his dinner before making those noises. gonna run me ragged if i don't get my energy up to rock your world tonight."

chrissy giggles an apology, and they eat in comfortable silence as they hear about how many inches of snow they're getting the next day.

chrissy's gotten so much better with her eating issues, but things are still far from perfect. she can't clear her plates just yet, but eddie never makes a fuss about eating her leftovers, joking that, according to her own school books, people don't finish developing until their mid 20s and he's a growing boy who needs all the calories he can get.

after dinner, they fight over who gets to do the dishes, and eddie lets chrissy win just this once. he's so tired, and he's pretty sure he pulled something in his back at the shop.

when chrissy's finished cleaning up, she finds eddie snoring slightly on the couch, with his neck bent at an impossible angle.

she smiles fondly and leans down to place a kiss to the top of his head before waking him up.

"come on, sleepy head." she scratches his scalp, and eddie nuzzles into her touch in a way that reminds her of thumper from bambi.

she loves him so much, she can't even speak sometimes.

they make their way into the bedroom wrapped around each other, chrissy stumbling behind eddie with her hands around his waist and her cheek between his shoulder blades.

"thank you for dinner, baby."

#ask #hellcheer #eddissy #edissy #munningham #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #mine*fic #i reversed the head kiss bc eddie needs so many kisses too #anyway these two and food?????????? hello?????????? my weakness/favorite thing???????????#also i actually did research for this bc there's a lady on tiktok who makes dollar tree recipes #so i just went through her account and chose one that looked extra tasty

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kinetic-elaboration · 7 months

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March 3: Bellarke, Adoration

Bellamy/Clarke, from the same verse as Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

For the prompt "adoration" from my July Break Bingo 2023 bingo card

~1360 words, written in about 40 minutes

In the early pre-dawn hours, Clarke stalks through Bellamy's apartment, stealing her fingers across his possessions like a burglar. This is how she will come to learn him again. The small, square rooms are shadowed in soft grays, only the hints of sunbeams filtering through the curtains, dust motes in the widest and strongest of them. The fake-wood floors are smooth and cool beneath her bare feet. She examines the cracks in the spine of the paperback on his coffee table, something science fiction from a library book sale, the call number crossed out on the bottom; she smells the coffee mug left sitting next to it, completely empty, stained on the inside from repeated use. She looks for dust on the flat, shiny leaves of the only plant. She picks up the sweater lying over the back of the sofa, scrunches up the heavy, cabled fabric in her hands, presses it against her face and holds it there.

In the silence all around her, she can hear the tiniest disruptive sounds. The traffic on the street below. The sound of a door closing somewhere in the hall, the click of a lock. If she listens hard enough and holds her breath, she can hear her own heart beating at all of her pulse points. Last night, he kissed them one by one. Her wrists, her neck. He counted each of her ribs. She'd come back to him for this alone, because no one else has ever been so thorough and so patient with her. No one else has ever catalogued every detail of her like Bellamy has, like he's memorizing her, like he's obsessed with her.

She slips on quiet feet into the kitchen. The tile makes her shiver. She's in one of Bellamy's t-shirts and her own underwear from last night that she picked up off the floor, and goosebumps pinch and form down the bare skin of her arms like small pebbles. In the drawer, she counts the knives and the forks and the spoons. Extra plasticware from take-out arranged neatly to the side. Only two mugs and a plate and a fork in the sink, a few more dishes left out drying on the rack. He's become neat. Not that he was ever the worst—but she remembers sneaking into his room in eighth grade, finding piles of laundry on the dull brown carpet and a tower of CDs leaning so precariously, she'd thought she might breathe wrong and send them toppling. A notebook sitting on his desk that might have been math homework or a diary. She'd imagined it was the latter, and if she'd had another moment in the room, she would have opened it. By the time she graduated high school, he was letting her read all his stuff. Those were the days they'd had no secrets from each other.

She leans back against his refrigerator. She's already counted every item inside it. She's imagined him eating strawberries and leftover fried rice and putting creamer in his coffee and she's tried to taste those same tastes on her tongue—what if she could become him? Last night at dinner he'd been quiet and polite, steady like it was a first date and she was someone he wanted to impress. His hair was cut short so, if she didn't know him so well, she wouldn't know that it curled when it grew. He talked about going back to school, asked her questions about the things she'd already told him in their emails back and forth, said on three separate occasions how good it was to see her again. I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.

So polite and formal. The soap in his shower smells like pine, his hand soap like nothing at all. His toothbrush looks new, the bristles on it stiff and barely faded. In his medicine cabinet, ibuprofen and floss. He's responsible. Last night he asked her if she wanted to spend the night before he made any assumptions at all. In high school, he had her hand up her shirt the very first time they kissed.

She'd had a crush on him since the sixth grade. Since she was eleven years old, and he was thirteen. Octavia knew—Clarke told her or she'd guessed, doesn't matter anymore which—maybe it was so obvious that only Bellamy himself could never have figured it out. That was one of the periods where he hung out with them less. Octavia said he was dating a girl in his grade and that had seemed somehow inevitable and impossible both. Bellamy, with a life outside of their friendship; Bellamy falling for someone who wasn't her, when he was supposed to fall for her and be forever with her.

The summer after graduation, he'd driven them all the way out to the next town over, like they were running away, rented a hotel room and told her, You're going to find someone so much better than me. Sounded angry when he said it. He'd been angry often then. Not picking fights but letting her pick them, while he moped around feeling so sorry for himself, and always on a hair trigger—jumpy when she touched him. She asked him if he wanted his jacket back and he said not a fucking chance. He said you're going to be better than all of us and then that he didn't want to talk anymore and then he spent what must have been an hour with his head between her legs.

That's how she remembers it now. Jump cuts and haze and how terrified she had been.

Now he's so upstanding. She's a burnout. And she can't tell him for the same reason he didn't tell her about all of his ancillary jobs back then, cause he had some sort of idea that there existed anything in the world she'd judge him for. Maybe the secrets are where the anger was coming from. By her own logic, she should tell him everything. But he looks at her like she's a goddess.

She catalogues the books on his shelf, the neat stack of notebooks on the bottom one, the photographs in rectangular brown frames on his desk.

If she takes in enough details she'll know him again, she'll know him, she'll take in everything there is to know and she'll have him and he'll always be hers—she'll own him as in blackmail and as in possession and as in true love. What can she do to prove it? Where can she worship? What could she destroy so that he understands her true devotion?

The thoughts, in their circular patterns, drive her mad.

In the small, square bedroom, with its single window and its bed right in the center, and their clothes still scattered on the floor, she pauses for a moment, feeling the way her breath hitches in her throat. Bellamy is sleeping on his back, one of his arms flailed across the mattress, one of his legs bent at the knee. She wets her lips. She stalks closer on her bare feet.

She climbs up over the foot of the bed.

She climbs over him and hovers above his chest.

His freckles are just the same. The ridge of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose and mouth. The delicacy of his eyelids, closed in sleep. No one else has ever understood him like this, and no one else ever could, all the way down to the worst of him—not like her, because she was there. And even if someone could, or if he wanted to trade understanding for calm placidity, for ease—even then, no one else could ever adore him like this. She adores him. She is bound to worship and adoration. She loves all the parts of him he fears and abhors in himself—and she believes of him what he once said of her: you'll be the best of all of us. He already is.

He'd never believe her. Those are the best kept secrets: the ones that would never be believed.

She leans down and kisses the soft spaces beneath his eyes, and waits for him to stir.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #mine #my writing #the year 2024 #2024: free write #july break bingo #make a lot of money #i'm not completely sure i got what i wanted to from this... like the use of the prompt..but i also dont care #writing's not going well rn so this is what i've got

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haruniki · 1 year

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Sakura CUDDLING HEADCANNONS PLEASEEEE 🤗

a/n: tysm for requesting!! I hope this is pleasant to read!! :D also inaccuracies bc it has veen a while since I've watched/read Naruto but I've been in the mood to do some fics for it. Also this is more or less Boruto Sakura at some point so i hope that's okay i just love Boruto Sakura so much, let's pretend that her and Sasuke are divorced or something idk djdbdnsm sorry for this being short!!

Sakura cuddling HCs

Loves cuddle but will not admit it

Sakura is buff, she is a shinobi afterall. So she can offer the best hugs and the best cuddles.

Big Spoon!! While she had thought she was a little spoon, but she found that she enjoyed being the one to encase you with her arms

Prefers cold weather if your both gonna cuddle, as it's better to have blankets and maybe even a movie while cuddling

After long days after missions, is the perfect condition to cuddle in! It's usually late at night when it's a lot cooler, not to mention Sakura is usually tired so after a quick shower she can go right off to sleep with you being held tightly against her

She is also loves holding hands while cuddling, likes being able to trace your knuckles with her thumbs

Talking is also a must, even if it's just small thoughts said out loud. Tell all the gossip that happen while she was gone. Sarada learned a new justu? How nice. Ino has new flowers in the shop? What kind? Maybe they'll look nice on the dinner table. There's a sale coming up at a local grocery store? Maybe they have that one special treat that you both enjoy.

Whatever the case, Sakura likes to cuddle and is one of the best cuddlers ever. 1099404938/10 recommend if you ever need some cuddles!

#.💌.🍓.#sakura is so pretty #like the prettiest #sakura haruno hcs #sakura haruno x reader #sakura haruno #naruto hcs #naruto x reader #naruto sakura #naruto sakura haruno #naruto sakura x reader #naruto sakura haruno x reader #x gn reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #i think im forgetting a tag #uhhhhhh #oh well lmao

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breserker · 9 months

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wow you found sirloin on sale. ez steak on stovetop

don't use a nonstick pan i'll kill you

trust in god of your choice with a metal or cast iron pan

this is for 2 sirloin steaks abt 8oz in size each

need: - 2tblsp of unsalted butter (have more ready if need be) - 2-3 sprigs thyme - 2 pinches rosemary - 2-3 cloves of garlick depending on size - salt and pepper

melt butter in pan. add aromatics. don't cook aromantics p sure thats illegal. while waiting for it to go up to medium high heat (abt 7 out of 9) salt and pepper both sides of steak. lay it in the butter baybee.

**FOR A 1 INCH THICC STEAK ON A STOVETOP ON MED-HIGH: medium rare: 4 mins each side medium: 5 mins each side medium well: 6 mins each side if you're new to cookin steak i wouldn't recommend going under 4mins per side. these are general guidelines and the heat of your stove, your pan, and the size of the steak will change these cooking times. adjust as necessary. remember overcooked is always better than undercooked. if you go for rare and have valleys in the steak that don't get a cooked/singed edge, don't eat that corner. i'm serious! you can eat red meat rare because bacteria cannot penetrate the fibers of the meat unlike the far more porous chicken. but the surface? that's playin dangerous baybee.**

be brave tip the pan a little bit so the butter collects in that side, take a spoon and spoon it over the steaks as they cook. be brave again and realize you didn't need nonstick because when one side cooks enough it will effectively not stick to the pan. (note: enough does not mean done.) flip the steaks. repeat the time on the other side. i use a timer. no shame in it.

ok. steaks done. turn off the heat, transfer the steaks to a plate don't fcking touch them this is called resting. while the steaks are resting like little babies prepare the rest of your meal; pour a drink, pull the potatoes out of the oven or someshit, set the table, etc. minor things! ok for real you're done enjoy.

can omit: rosemary. thyme is the more important aromatic here. if using salted butter salt your actual steaks a little bit less.

overall cooking/kitchen time: 15-20 mins. (i was able to cook both steaks in one pan so note that it may vary if you cook more or can only fit one) i'm srs. ofc i'm just referring to the cooking time of the steak and not any side dish but it is very quick and relatively easy. if ur budget affords it or you see nice steak on sale, the flavor's good i promise. granted that i already have all the other ingredients at home, i found a 2pack of sirloins today for ~$8.70 which is about 4.50 dollar a steak. will this always hold true? no! work with ur budget, u know yourself better than i do <3

oh and the quicker you wash your pan after dinner the easier the caked on stuff is to wash off <3 even if u just have energy to put dish soap and warm water in it, doing it sooner will save elbow grease later k love u

#cooking #steak #recipe

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changingplumbob · 7 months

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 6

In this part Suzanna tries having a yard sale, Pollock reaches another key milestone and Suzanna has her first shift at the top of the scientist career.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Silas: Look at him crawl! I taught him how to do that

Suzanna: I’m pretty sure it was me

Silas: No, it was me, the best brother

Adam: And he’s so humble as well

Silas: Thanks for getting the piano Pops

Adam: Thank your mum as well, I don’t do finances by myself

Silas: What’s finances

Suzanna: A fancy word for money

Following dinner Adam tries to teach Pollock how to stand.

Adam: We put our feet flat, no flat. Flat like a pancake

Silas: I ha no I at (I have no idea what that is)

Suzanna: *from in front of the TV* He doesn’t know what pancakes are yet

Adam: Right. Can you put your feet down son, yeah like that. Now I can feel you pushing on my arms, can you push through your feet, push!

Silas: Come on Pol, you got this

Adam: And I did so well... that he’s crawling away from me

Suzanna: *still focusing on game* It’s okay Adam, you tried

Adam: Yeah I did, I’m a good- oh look, look!

Suzanna: Kind of fighting a boss right now, can you describe

Adam: *in sports commentator voice* Pollock is approaching a chair and appears to be focusing on the seat. He’s thrown his arms on to the seat

Suzanna: Go Pollock go

Adam: And we have lift off! He’s standing Starlight!

Suzanna: That's won- Oh my watcher die already you piece of poop!

Pollock: *cries*

Adam: I know you’re tired after that, I know. But we have to-

Pollock: *cries and pees everywhere*

Adam: Oh that is so yuck

Pollock: *giggles*

Adam: Yeah you can laugh, you don’t have to clean yourself up

Adam ensures Pollock gets completely full before shepherding an exhausted infant to bed.

The next day Adam sorts out Pollock again as Suzanna has broken plumbing to fix. Once Silas heads off to school Suzanna begins trying out more food with Pollock.

Adam: What’s he trying now

Suzanna: Pumpkin. I think he likes it

Adam: Way to go son

Suzanna: Could you grab the produce from the garden this morning? I really want to see if I can get him to grasp the spoon

Adam: Sure thing Starlight. Okay Pollock, be grabby! Pretend it's a nice big butt

Suzanna: Adam! Really?

Adam: A butt... that is attached to a consenting sim

Suzanna: Smooth recovery

Suzanna: Here come the mashed peas Pol *spaceship noises*

Pollock: Ge na ma (bring them to me) *grabs for spoon*

Suzanna: You did it Moondust! You know what this means

Pollock: no ear (not really)

Suzanna: We can try some delicious banana slices! You can pick them up all by yourself. Here comes the first one, open wide *spaceship noises*

Pollock giggles in excitement and closes his mouth around the squishy offering. He likes it!

Suzanna leaves Pollock to work his way through the banana pile and heads to the garden to see Adam. While he’s still harvesting she begins to spray the errant bugs.

Adam: Did he do it

Suzanna: He grabbed the spoon! He’s growing up so fast. He better not be grabbing any butts soon

Adam: *chuckles* tell me about it. I can't even imagine how I'll handle them dating

Suzanna: Thank the watcher that's years away

Adam: I’m thinking of trying to finish off my second book today

Suzanna: Oh can you keep an eye on Pol while you write? I need to get rid of some excess collectables and I thought I could have a yard sale

Adam: Yeah sure thing. Just make sure no one comes inside the house

Suzanna lets Pollock out and tells him to go find his Pops in the study. He crawls down the corridor and into the room where he settles down to play. Adam is pretty focused on his writing but makes sure to say stuff to Pollock now and again so he can confirm the infant is still in the room. After a while though Pollock is tired out and lies down to nap.

Here we are. All of Suzanna’s excess MySims trophies. Not a one has been cloned. All found in the pursuit of that final one which will complete the collection. Suzanna tries a 25% markup and calls out for customers. A few start approaching and she tells them the benefits of having MySims trophies available for purchase.

Suzanna: No random treasure hunting for the one you want, simply step up and pick it! We have rare ones in stock as well as beloved common favourites!

More sims approach to view the table. Suzanna manages to convince most of them to buy, raising her charisma skill to 3. It would be great if now that we have Home Chef Hustle yard sales could let us know the final profit as I absolutely lost track. The sale is still going when Silas gets home but Suzanna eventually has to wrap up as all the talking sims have her feeling very paranoid. What are they talking about???

Suzanna: How was school

Silas: Good. Some kid kept throwing paper at me but then the principal visited and got hit instead. No more pelting after that

Pollock: Me boo la tu *pushes plate off high chair*

Adam: Hey! That’s not cool little dude

Pollock looks at his hand in astonishment and bursts into tears.

Suzanna: Adam...

Adam: I didn't mean to make him cry, I was just trying to tell him not to do that. He's making a mess

Suzanna: Let’s wait until he’s a toddler to discipline him, huh. He can't properly understand words yet

Adam: So it’s no to cocoa puffs. How about some Oaty O’s while Pops cleans your mess

Silas: Tell me again what it was like on Sixam

Pollock thumps his fists.

Suzanna: It was empty but beautiful. The trees pulsed with light and the nearby moon was so close it felt like you could reach out and touch it

Pollock grips the edge of his plate.

Silas: When can I go Mummy? I want to see. I can help look for aliens

Pollock moves his hand, the plate heading towards the edge of the chair.

Suzanna: Let me and Pops check it out some more first

*plate falls to the ground with a thud*

Adam: Pollock, again! Really?

Pollock fusses angrily in his seat. He wouldn’t need to do this if they would just feed him banana.

Suzanna: Come here mr grumpy face. I think someone needs a fun bubble bath! Who wants some bubbles?

Pollock: *giggles* umm bi ub (Mummy bring bubbles)

Suzanna: There now, yucky food doesn’t hurt us now does it? No. It’s not so offensive

Pollock: *giggles* ub ub (bubbles my bubbles)

Suzanna gets the kids to sleep while Adam works on some impressionist paintings on the balcony. He’s not feeling too inspired so they’re mainly normal quality today, but the gallery is always willing to buy them.

In the middle of the night Suzanna was woken up by her breasts feeling uncomfortably full. She heads down to the nursery and gently wakes Pollock up for a feeding.

Suzanna: *whispering* we need to be quiet so we don’t wake your brother up okay

Pollock: *yawns* um um

Since his diaper needs a change Suzanna gets him in a new one before heading back to bed. Despite not liking being held Pollock still enjoys some cuddling and kisses from his Mummy.

Suzanna: And I just want to say again, I am so sorry about the faulty ghost goo

Shelly: Meh, it’s in the past. Scientists experiment, it’s just what we do

Suzanna: Hey I was thinking of heading to Sixam this shift, want to come with?

Shelly: I think I’ll feel safer here

Suzanna: With Faye

Shelly: *laughs* She doesn’t hate me so I can survive

Suzanna shrugs and goes to upgrade the lab wormhole generator so that she can use it for travel, her personal one is safely at home.

Faye: Enjoy going back home

Suzanna: Sixam isn’t my home Faye

Faye: Whatever alien. Don’t talk to me

Suzanna: Can’t we just-

Faye: I know you’re the boss but it doesn’t mean I have to like you. Or talk to you. Leave me alone

Suzanna: *sighs* okay then. Wish me luck?

Faye: I hope your stupid invention breaks and strands you

Suzanna: Good talk Faye, good talk

Arriving on Sixam, Suzanna is sad to see it just as empty of aliens as when she and Adam visited. She figures she shouldn’t waste the trip and begins to collect what she can. She knows Adam is sad about the lack of answers the planet has provided, and truthfully, she’s upset as well. Are the aliens they’re descended from just some kind of space pirates? Happy to procreate, and just as happy to abandon. At least she manages to complete her geode collection, so something happy comes from the trip.

When Suzanna makes it home, despite what Faye may think about it, she is glad to see a pile of elements have been extracted from some of her excess minerals. Nine down, five to go. Pollock is busy showing off his standing when Suzanna gets inside. She goes and scoops him up despite his protests.

Suzanna: Moondust! I missed you today, yes I did. Mummy had to deal with a grump and all she could think was she’d much rather be dealing with her own grump. Who’s that? Is it you

Pollock: *laughs* umm foo foo (Mummy is fun)

Adam: Rough day

Suzanna: Yeah. I’m so glad to be home Adam. Do you want to just order some pizza

Adam: Why not? I have cooked all week, and Silas will be pleased

Silas: Pizza! Maybe we’re not actually from Sixam, maybe we’re from pizza planet

Suzanna: From inside a claw machine

Silas: Yes!

Adam: *in alien voice* The clawwwwwwwww

Suzanna: *in alien voice* The claw is our master

Both Parents: *in alien voices* The claw chooses who will go and who will stay

Silas: *laughs* Can we watch that movie later

Pollock: *patting* ge la buun

Adam: How’s your piano practice going

Silas: Pretty good. I cracked level 2, but I really want to work on my mental skill. Can I have a toy to help with that

Suzanna: We’ll have to see

Pollock: *pats* yon a ew na (yoghurt melts are as good as banana)

Suzanna: Night night time I think. Someone’s up past bedtime

She scoops up a flailing Pollock.

Adam: We wanted to leave dinner until you got home

Suzanna: Thank you, I do appreciate it Adam

Silas: It was my idea Mummy

Adam: I thought you were busy practicing

Silas: *deliberately plunks on keys*

Suzanna: Thank you Silas

Suzanna copes with another pee disaster but manages to shepherd both boys to bed while Adam hangs the washing and finishes off the vacuuming.

Adam: That’s the last of the chores

Suzanna: Thanks for moving here Adam

Adam: Huh

Suzanna: Faye was getting angry-

Adam: You should just fire her

Suzanna: So she can sue me? No thanks. But she reminded me how grateful I am to have you, and our kids, and this house in a town half filled with aliens. We may not have found home on Sixam but you’re making us one here, with me

Adam: Of course, I love you

Suzanna: I love you to. Now bed or… woohoo

Adam: You know my vote

With the household asleep we leave the Knightstone’s for this rotation.

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New Year's Eve, 1986

Summary: Steve cooks dinner for The Party on New Year's Eve while wearing his mother's old "Kiss The Cook" apron.

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Artwork by the talented @yendts!

The apron isn’t even his. His dad had given it to Steve’s mom when he was in grade school as a joke. Cooking was a rare affair in the Harrington household, but when the nanny was out sick or unavailable due to prior commitments, Mrs. Harrington would muster the will to prepare a bowl of cereal or a plate of scrambled eggs and toast for her son before he ran out the door to catch the bus. Regardless of the dish's simplicity, she was adamant about wearing an apron to avoid staining her fancy silk shirts or lace-adorned blouses. Up until a certain point, before Steve was deemed old enough to use a stove or face a full day of school on a single granola bar, she would entertain his insistence at planting a boyish peck on the apple of her cheek when she hooked the apron on her neck and secured the strings around her fine waist. As Steve grew in age, height, and ability, those light and heartwarming moments between mother and son became less and less frequent. By high school, he was relying on chalky protein bars in the morning, school lunches, and cold pizza or TV dinners that required a microwave and a quick stir.

Things are different now. Hawkins is different. Steve is different.

The town, while no longer the gateway to hell, borders on desolation. Those wealthy enough to vacate put their houses on the market or took the hit and fled within days and even hours of the supposed earthquake—including Steve’s parents. He came home one day following a shift at Family Video to find a FOR SALE sign pitched in the front yard without a word from his parents. Robin helped him box his belongings and Eddie offered the wide belly of his van to transport his belongings to a two-bedroom apartment in his price range.

So while many have retreated to supposed greener pastures, The Party remains. Steve’s not certain Hawkins will be his home forever, but for now, it’s where he needs and wants to be. The determination to see Dustin, Max, Lucas, and even Mike fucking Wheeler survive high school and live out their weird, awkward, and nerdy teenage years with some semblance of peace keeps him steady and focused. And the distraction of caring keeps the pain that nips at his heels from rising any higher.

That’s why tonight, on New Year’s Eve, he isn’t getting blasted at a bar or cozying up with some stranger at a house party. Instead, he’s in his cramped apartment kitchen managing a nearly full stove and a blistering oven while “Manic Monday” by The Bangles plays on the radio. Sweat is beading at his temples along his hairline from the forced warmth the appliances are emitting. He uses the tea towel draped across his broad shoulder to dab the moisture up before snatching the wooden spoon that’s laying across the bubbling water to stir the softening pasta. He’s not sure if everyone even likes chicken alfredo or what teen will stomach a side of roasted broccoli, but he knows Max is hardpressed for a homecooked meal, Robin likes to consider herself cultured and will force down anything, and there’s nothing a quick swat to the side of Dustin’s big head can’t cure. As for Eddie, he seems content to scarf down whatever he happens upon—dry cereal, lukewarm beer, a gourmet meal, a can of cold beans. The guy eats like he’s not sure when the opportunity will present itself again—and doesn’t that make Steve’s insides twist and his heart clench.

They arrive in a flurry. Cold air from the hallway rushes into the kitchen every time the door is shoved open without a knock. At this point, they all have keys, Steve both desperate to avoid silence and eager to give them all a getaway when needed. Sure, he regrets the decision on the occasion that Dustin uses it to host a game of Dungeons and Dragons without warning, but he doesn’t mind when those impromptu game nights lead to Eddie playing a new record for Steve in the living room after the campaign comes to a close. In those instances, it’s common for Steve and Eddie to doze off on the blue plaid couch given to him by Robin’s parents until one of them jerks awake from a nightmare or a neighbor slamming a door shut. More often than not, Steve is the one to wake, and after he chugs a glass of water in hopes of settling his nerves, he grabs the sherpa blanket from the hall closet and drapes it across Eddie’s prone form.

He doesn’t know who will stay tonight, but he used what was left of his last paycheck to buy a few more blankets and pillows just in case he has a full house of drowsy kids and friends.

They all greet Steve in their own unique and annoying ways.

“Is that broccoli I smell? Steve, my mom feeds me enough vegetables, dude.” Dustin complains with a whiny tone.

Lucas tells him about what basketball skill he’s on the verge of mastering; Erica rolls her eyes with so much piss and vinegar that it has him questioning how she hasn’t lost an eyeball yet.

Max grunts out a “hey” as she uses a cane to maneuver the small space.

The carpool crowd of the Wheeler siblings, Byers siblings, El, and Argyle patter in with such a subdued and quiet energy that he barely notices until Jonathan’s pat on the back causes him to crane his neck around.

Before he can turn back to the simmering alfredo sauce, Robin is lifting herself onto the only space of open, clean countertop next to him. She gives his shoulder a flick, sticks a finger in the sauce, offers a nod of approval, and starts yammering about her day with more details than his brain can compute. Regardless, he does his best to keep up and nods when he loses track of the narrative.

Eddie is the last to arrive, and Steve certainly notices enough to turn around and away from the steaming stove. The metalhead shoots through the door like a loose canon, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he kicks off his weathered sneakers. They land half on the mat and half on the tiled floor as he announces his presence with an abundance of zest and enthusiasm. Nancy catches sight and bends down to shift them over. Steve laughs and turns back to the sink where he needs to drain the industrial-size amount of fettuccine.

“Hold up,” Robin quips, voice a whisper but tone alarmed. Against his better judgment, Steve freezes when he realizes that what he’s wearing is the catalyst for her surprise. When he has anyone over for dinner, he typically finishes cooking prior to them entering the apartment.

Shit, he thinks, glancing down at the apron with a grimace.

Everyone erupts into either howls of laughter or fake gags. He flicks Dustin’s hat off of his head and scowls at Mike. His middle finger is raising on its own accord, but El shifts into his line of vision and pushes onto her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. His hand drops and he smiles at the genuine sweetness he discovers on El’s face.

“Thank you for cooking for us, Steve,” she says without preamble.

“Yeah, my perfect-haired dude,” comes Argyle’s deep, drawn-out voice as he steps forward and into Steve’s space. “Many thanks for opening your humble abode up to us.” The kiss lacks the gentleness of El’s, but it’s full of unhindered appreciation. The shock of it brings a warmth to the apples of Steve’s cheeks.

No one else seems to be getting in line so Steve coughs to clear his head and the air. “Right, uh,” he mumbles out. “Food should be done shortly, so grab a drink and sit the hell down—and try not to break anything,” he finishes with a pointed look at Mike and Dustin.

Before he can spin on his heels and hide his face from view, Eddie’s doe eyes latch on to his. His usual pale skin has a dusting of color that mirrors the blush wine Nancy is uncorking and he’s tugging at the cuffs of his jacket sleeves. The thing that really makes Steve’s stomach swoop, however, is the intensity that’s swirling in the metalhead’s brown irises. They both swallow and drop one another’s gazes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see that Robin’s mouth is slightly ajar. “Jeez, Steve,” she grits out, this time actually in a whisper just for their ears. “Here I am still working on getting my first kiss from a girl, and you’ve got a freakin’ queue going. Step right up! Take your pick! Come one, come all! The boy wonder is awaiting with his pouty lips and brooding stare.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head at her antics but his face turns a little sour after a moment. “There’s only one person I’m hoping will be in that line at midnight, Robs.”

“I know, I know,” she acknowledges. “Don’t play dumb though. Did you see his face? I’m surprised he didn’t lunge like a rabid dog or melt into the floor and become a permanent fixture," she comments. “By the way, very tactile selection of cooking attire.”

Steve scoffs in disbelief. “I didn’t wear this on purpose!”

“Sure, you didn’t,” she quips with an exasperated eye roll. “I believe you.”

“Screw you, Robs!”

Before sitting down at the table, Steve makes sure to shuck off the apron and hang it on the handle of the oven.

Dinner involves a cacophony of slurping, happy hums of contentment, and the boys discussing what movies they want to see next year and complaining about their fast-approaching return to the halls of Hawkins High with irritated digs from Max and Erica sprinkled in. Throughout most of it, Steve finds himself observing. Robin talks between bites of food to a smirking Nancy. Jonathan and Argyle are looking longingly at the food and savoring each bite—a telling glaze clouding their respective eyes. Eddie seems to be doing the same as Steve. Taking it all in. He knows the metalhead has his bandmates, but this mismatched, makeshift gang takes the cake. Steve doesn’t try to even understand it. He doesn’t know why but it works. They work.

From across the table, their eyes cross paths once again and pause. It’s always hard to peel his gaze away from Eddie—especially as of late. They’ve grown closer. Spending more and more time in each other’s atmospheres. Sometimes with no real reason aside from having nowhere else to go or not wanting to be anywhere else. Steve’s had friends, mates he’d throw parties with, toss a football around with, grab a burger and fries with. But this is something all its own.

Robin is his best friend. Someone he spills his guts to on the daily. Eddie is on the cusp of that, but there’s another layer there that Steve is working through at a rate and ease he never expected. He hates Eddie’s taste in music. He hates the volume at which he listens to it. He hates how much his energy never seems to wane. But he also likes Eddie. A lot.

When the realization made itself known, it slammed into his chest and clobbered him upside the head. Another theoretical concussion to really scramble his brain and tear through every belief he had about himself. Robin was there to help him through it. Determined to convince Steve that the same instant acceptance he offered her was what he deserved too. The uncertainty still appears from time to time, but he’s proud of himself. He feels as though the hard edges crafted by his parents and his former coaches and the Country Club of Hawkins have been all but chipped away to reveal someone he recognizes and wants to get to know better. And that someone appreciates and longs for the companionship of a woman or a guy—or at least Eddie Munson.

He knows he’s about to trip face-first over the line between what’s an OK amount of time to hold someone’s stare, but Eddie has resorted to sticking his tongue out in a messy attempt to catch a noodle that’s dangling from his fork. Steve decides it's gross and endearing. He keeps his responding smile small and feels child-like joy blossom in his chest. It begs him to snatch a piece of broccoli from his plate and throw it at the other man. Against his well-trained judgment, he does just that. The floret gets caught in a frizzy curl and hangs mid-air. The look of feigned offense that blooms on the metalhead’s face ignites a chocked-out laugh in Steve’s throat. It’s loud enough to catch the attention of everyone at the table. Moments later, broccoli is catapulting in all directions. It lands on plates, in the sink, down shirts, and on the floor. Steve puts a stop to the chaos when he spots Mike grabbing for a noodle coated in alfredo sauce.

During clean-up efforts, Eddie saddles up behind a kneeling Steve to pluck a piece of food from his chestnut mane and popping it in his mouth. “I’ll give it to you, Harrington,” he comments with a playful husk to his voice, “you make food that’s good enough to eat and wear.”

“Gross, Eddie!” hollers Mike at the interaction. “You probably just consumed at least half of a can of hairspray!”

Eddie shrugs and says, “I’ve eaten worse,” and saunters into the living room.

They’ve been doing this for a few months now. Engaging in exchanges that border on innocent and flirtatious. Eddie gives just as good as Steve, if not better if the former jock tallies the number of times he’s left sputtering or with a warmth seeping across the surface of his skin. Steve knows Eddie is gay. Eddie is smart about not letting that flag fly in the “real” world—he has to be in Hawkins—but in the safe confines of The Party or even at The Hideout, Eddie allows it to wave with ease.

At first, Steve suspected that the metalhead was just a flirt or found joy in making other people squirm. But Robin was quick to correct his thinking. Noting how there was a clear difference. While Argyle loved up on each and every person willing to receive his affections, Eddie reserved his heated lines, looks, and touches for Steve and Steve only. After a while, the former jock couldn’t deny Robin’s observations. And yet, there’s still a doubtful piece of him that wonders if it’s all a joke. A means to an easy laugh at the expense of Steve’s forgotten macho persona. And the thing is, Steve wouldn’t blame Eddie. He gets that he was an entitled, hotshot asshole. But the hurt and disappointment that bubble beneath the surface at the possibility are so very real.

For the remainder of the night, the group plays board games in the living room, using the wobbly coffee table to roll dice and move pawns. There isn’t enough space for everyone to gather around it, so they team up and take turns. Eventually, Steve exits to the kitchen with Robin and Nancy. They sit at the table, Nancy telling Robin about what classes she’s taking next term at Emerson. Steve tries to listen, but he notices the pile of dirty plates in the sink and the urge to not wake up to them in the morning is enough to pull him away from the conversation. He lets the water heat up and reaches for the apron. He’s taking a chance at being the butt of another joke, but he’s ruined one too many shirts to questionable stains at this point for his minimum wage job to handle. He’s halfway through the stack of dishes when the music sounding from the radio comes to a halt and he hears a cassette being clicked into the tape player. The chords, the bass, the beat—everything is heavy from the start. Steve guesses it’s Metallica, but he knows it’s Eddie at the helm.

He wants to yell at him to turn it down, fearful of his ancient neighbors, but Dustin’s joyous hoot at the song choice drags the demand back down his throat. It’s New Year’s Eve, he thinks—they can suffer for one night.

He imagines the pair thrashing around the space, throwing their bodies onto the couch. As they get older, Steve feels more and more like a parent to Dustin. Not a babysitter. They joke about him being the “mom” of the group and to be honest, Steve has stopped fighting the label. He kinda is. He’s not sure where that leaves Eddie. Ever wild and whimsical. He supposes he’s the fun guardian. Who keeps watch but not in a meddling manner or worrying way. They’re a good team when he thinks about it.

He must get so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize someone is next to him drying the clean but dripping plates until an elbow is poking into his side.

Eddie grins at him.

“Can’t let you have all the fun.”

Steve rolls his eyes and lets a smirk tug at his lips. “Never.”

They finish the dishes in somewhat silence, Eddie bobbing his head to whatever hellish tune comes on next and flicking drops of water at Steve. The former jock is seconds away from spraying the water flow into his face when Mike’s voice screeches, “Ten minutes and counting! Get in here or you’re gonna miss it, losers.”

El shushes him, and Robin and Nancy grab their glasses of either wine or champagne from the table and head to where the group is quieting down to listen to the news broadcast live from Times Square in New York City. Steve from three years ago might have convinced himself that he liked the noise and the crowds and the flashy outfits and expensive liquor, but now, between his abused skull and his cracked-open heart, he’s confident in his whereabouts.

While Eddie tosses the plates with a carelessness that threatens to make Steve’s eye twitch into the cupboard, Steve dries off his hands and moves to remove the apron. The metalhead reaches out to stop him halfway through, the back undone, but the apron still hanging loosely from his neck. Steve looks down. The hand sprawled out on the center of his chest is adorned with chipped black nail polish and clunky sterling silver rings. The one on his middle finger is of a bat that Dustin and Steve chipped in to get him for a graduation present.

Steve pulls his gaze up to search Eddie’s face for an explanation. The same heat he witnessed in the other’s expression earlier in the evening is back.

“I never got a chance,” Eddie says softly between them.

A chance? A chance to what? To kiss the him?

Steve worries that his own silence is the reason for the hesitation that’s mixing with the heat in Eddie’s eyes now. But what if he’s reading it wrong? The possibility tightens his throat with building pressure. Still, seeing the other man uncertain and unsure reminds him too much of the terrified version he first tangled with in the boat house—so much so that he pushes past it and takes a leap.

“You don’t need the apron’s permission.”

Eddie blinks, the fearful fog lifting from his eyes. “No?”

Steve’s bravery bounds. “I want you to kiss me, Munson.”

Eddie nods as if to confirm he’s gathering and comprehending what’s being communicated. The metalhead’s hand is still on his chest, and Steve feels the need to ground himself, so he grips the edge of the counter with his left hand and wraps the fingers of his right around the other man’s wrist. Eddie bunches the material of the apron at the touch.

“Midnight is,” Eddie breathes out, glancing at the clock on the wall, “eight minutes away. We could wait.”

Steve shakes his head, somewhat disbelieving at his own transparency when he replies, “Don’t want to.”

Their lips meet like a wave crashing along the unsuspecting shore. They move with and against one another, pushing and pulling, trying to claim and be claimed. The heat originally reserved for their gazes has transferred to their mouths and tongues and teeth and hands. Steve releases his hold on the sink and the metalhead's wrist to instead grip Eddie’s hips. Eddie slides his palms and fingers to hook around Steve’s neck and tug at the loop of the apron.

Without much thought, Steve turns and lifts the metalhead up onto the wet counter. Eddie gasps and scowls before diving back in to reconnect their lips. Steve gets a nip to his bottom lip that he suspects is payback. Payback he’s willing and grateful to endure.

By the time they truly separate and break for intakes of air that are longer than two or three seconds, Dustin announces the start of the countdown.

“Eddie! Steve! Get in here!”

Eddie hops down from his perch and grabs Steve’s hand and tugs him to follow.

The kiss that stems from the clock striking twelve is gentle in comparison to their first. It happens on the outskirts of the living room, where the kitchen tile transitions starkly into the plush carpet. Those who aren’t cheering, shaking noise makers, or exchanging platonic embraces or romantic pecks, take note of the two men with squeals of surprise and yips of amusement.

When they pull away from each other, they’re both red in the face and laughing.

“Happy New Year’s, Ed.”

“Happy New Year’s, big boy,” the metalhead replies, grin broad as ever. “Guess ‘86 really was my year.”

It’s Max who gets the last word in though, gritting out a disgruntled “gross.”

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