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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do a Richie Boyle smut short where he has sex with the reader who happens to be Francis’ sister because he is jealous about how close Francis is with his father?

“You again.”

The deep, salacious purr slips over your shoulder as you feel a warm chest press against your back.

You recognize the voice. The accent. The smell of his cologne, and the incessant need to seek you out just to intimidate you.

You don’t want to feel intimidated by him, but sometimes…you just can’t help it. Because despite Francis’s warnings, Richie has always had this…ability. This effortless talent to draw in the attention of everyone in the room.

Maybe it’s because they know he’s the son of one of the most dangerous mobsters in Chicago, or maybe it’s just his charm.

Either way, he certainly always has your attention.

“Richie,” you greet, willing yourself to sound uninterested. “You’re early.”

You catch his nonchalant shrug out of your peripheral as he reaches into his coat pocket to retrieve a cigarette. “Or maybe your brother is just late.”

“He’s in another meeting,” you explain, glancing back just in time to watch him light the object between his fingers. “He’ll be here soon.”

He takes a long, slow drag, eyes falling over your face before he exhales the smoke from his mouth and tsks, “Not soon enough.”

With that, he brushes past you and further into the warehouse, leaving you to stare at his back.

“Let me guess,” he calls over his shoulder, removing his hat and tossing onto a nearby table. “He’s with my pops.”

You straighten up, taking note of the slight edge woven between each word. “Yes.”

Richie chuckles. A dark, almost sarcastic sound. “Of fucking course. Always. S’always fucking Francis, isn’t it?”

You don’t really know what to say to that, but you suppose it’s more of a rhetorical question as he suddenly spins around to look at you.

“And let me guess…” he says again, now taking a deliberate step toward you just to watch your lashes flutter. “They sent you…to keep an eye on me.”

You go deathly still as he begins to approach. You don’t want him to know he’s right, but you suppose he’s smart enough to have figured it out.

Francis didn’t think he would. In fact, nobody suspects Richie of being sharp enough to do anything.

You don’t know him very well, but even you can see that that’s an unfair assumption.

“They sent you…” he continues, head cocking as he studies you, “to keep me out of trouble.”

He’s closer now. Much closer and your heart begins to race as the light catches the golden hue in his eyes.

You open your mouth, ready to respond, but find that you have nothing to say. What can you say? You can’t lie to him. He’d surely have you hung if he found out.

So, you go with Plan B. “They did,” you agree, breath hitching as you anxiously await his reaction.

He’s quiet for a moment, regarding you with what looks to be amusement as his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. “Yeah? You gonna keep me out of trouble?”

Again, you have nothing to offer him. No quippy remark, no argument—nothing.

And you want to berate yourself for the way you’ve gone so soft but there’s something…about him. Some shift in his demeanor that’s caught you off guard.

Francis has made comments about Richie for years. Calling him spoiled, weak, a waste of goddamn hair.

He’s painted him to be this narcissistic monster with no charisma or soul.

But the man before…is not the man your brother described.

This Richie is…well, breath-taking.

And he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he sees. And perhaps that’s all part of some act, but…for right now…you choose to believe it’s real.

His hand lifts, long fingers finding your jaw as he follows the sharp curve to your chin. Then, he takes hold and tilts your head up.

“I asked you a question, mama,” he murmurs, and you swallow.

“I don’t think I could ever keep you out of trouble,” you answer honestly, and you’re rewarded with a proud smirk.

“Is that right?” he hums, letting his thumb ghost over your bottom lip. “Well…maybe a little trouble is exactly what I need.”

You straighten up. “Yeah? And what makes you think you could handle it?”

His palm instantly moves back to your jaw as he squeezes—hard. “Better watching your fucking tone, honey.”

“Yeah? Or what, Rich?” you retort, offering him a small but incredibly smug smile. “Hm? What are you gonna do without your little henchmen?”

He hesitates for no more than a second before he’s tossing his cigarette aside to grab onto both your hips and shove you back against the nearest support beam.

You gasp to hide an excited whine, the wind nearly knocked from your lungs at the force of his aggression.

His palm comes up to your throat, fingers tapping your pulse point as he squeezes just hard enough to make your head spin. “Say it again.”

You squirm, a needy pit growing in your stomach at the devious expression on his face. In his voice. His touch.

“Say it,” he hisses, lips dangerously close to your own. Taunting you with a taste. “Or beg me to prove you wrong.”

You’re practically panting, hands finding his shirt to clutch onto the material and urge him closer. “Rich…”

“What?” His head cocks, mouth once again dancing up in a condescending grin. “What, mama? What do you need?”

His fist snaps closed around your throat as you inhale sharply, your lashes fluttering until he’s satisfied with your reaction, and loosens his grip again.

“You,” you whisper, but it’s teetering on the edge of a whimper. “You, Rich…please—”

He kisses you, quickly, and fervently. And it’s full of unspoken desire and need, his tongue tangling with yours as you just about slide down the beam.

“Nuh-uh,” he growls, using the hand on your hip to force you back up. “Not going anywhere, sugar. Gonna stay right here. Where I can ruin you.”

And maybe you know better. Maybe you know Francis would never forgive you. Maybe you know that you’re only a pawn in the game Richie is so desperately trying to play.

But maybe you just don’t give a shit.

“Hurry,” you murmur, head falling back as he kisses down your throat. “They’re gonna be here soon. He’ll kill you if he knows.”

Richie’s arrogant reaction is obvious to you even without being able to see his face. “And who says I fucking care, hm?”

With that, he moves to your dress, bunching the excessive material up so he can slip underneath and find you.

His fingers drag deliberately slow along the band of your underwear. And when he dips down to tease your clit over the fabric, you gasp again and straighten up onto your tiptoes.

He laughs, too pleased with himself for making you fall apart so easily.

He was right. He could ruin you. He’s going to ruin you.

And perhaps that’ll come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow.

But for right now…

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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madwomansapologist · 11 months

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So It Goes… x Charles Boyle or Richie Jerimovich?

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: So It Goes

synopsis: A night out, with alcohol and the man you want.

warnings: read this while listening to So It Goes.

— AND ALL OUR PIECES FALL RIGHT INTO PLACE.

• Everyone had promised Holt they'd be on their best behavior, but he should have known better than to expect his squad to miss out on Cop-Con. While he was preoccupied with a presentation, his attempt to annihilate Jeffrey Bouche, all the police officers were partying in one of the hotel rooms.

• So much drinking, so many games, at some point the sobriety faded into a murky blur. The world was no longer the same, no past or future to think about. All you wanted was for Boyle to keep making you laugh, and for the alcohol to keep filling you up. You were caught up in the moment.

• It was cold, but you both didn't mind that when you decided to leave your hotel room. Unable to walk in a straight line, words mixed in both your mouths. Boyle caught you when you stumbled, your laughter finding its way into his chest. You just wanted silence, Boyle just wanted to follow you. There's only so much noise you can take after so many tequilas. You didn't count how many drinks you had, but honestly, baby, who's counting?

• With a bottle half empty, you found a path in a garden. Life is so complicated, but walking around with Boyle aimlessly and talking about anything that comes to mind, it's so simple.

• Boyle said something about a robot, you thought you were hallucinating because at that moment nothing made sense anymore, when you passed him the bottle. Boyle stopped walking to take a sip, so you pulled him by the tie. He gasped, which made you laugh, and used his free hand to grab you around the waist. He pulled you close, and not even the drink stopped you from blushing.

"We don't need to hurry", Boyle took another sip. His body was so warm. "We have all the time in the world."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, Boyle practically kept you on your feet. At that moment, Boyle was wearing you like a necklace. "We have?"

"W-We do."

You pulled away, walking backwards as he glared at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed when to stop walking. You smiled, and Boyle felt like he'd been shot. His chest was burning. "Then come here."

Boyle approached, his hand caressed your face as if it were a soft cloud. Charles smiled when he felt your hand on his. And when his lip was against your, your bodies intertwined, you dropped yourself into the pool.

And Charles followed you.

— GETTING CAUGHT UP IN A MOMENT LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE.

• It was a tough day to work at The Beef. A tough week. Month. Semester. Well, it can go on and on forever. Carmy almost had a heart attack five times. Sydney was on the edge of crying in front of everyone. Tina bruned your broth and Marcus held you down when he realized you would resort to violence. And Richie was a dick the whole time. As customary.

• But this time... it was the last straw. It wasn't just a shit day or a exhausting work, it was Beef's birthday. So Carmy decided everyone should get out tonight. Nothing fancy, just a bar where everyone could eat and drink and forgot that they hate their lives. Nice.

Tina spend the night talking with Marcus, just gossiping. "You noticed how they hate one another?"

Marcus camly agreed. "Richie knows how to be a dick." He at some of his fries. "Even the way they look at each other..."

"One day they will fight", Tina bet.

At the bottom of the bar, in a dark room that was definitely not made for customers to enter, were the two of you. His jacket on the floor, lipstick on his face. Sitting at a cold table with your back to the wall, all that existed was the man holding you.

Cold fingers sliding down your thigh. You wear his hand like a necklace. Scratches on his back. And so it goes.

"They will notice", you whispered against his mouth. There was clear meaning to what you said, but you made no effort to pull away.

"They can get fucked."

"I'm serious. They will notice we leave at the same time. And they will talk." The kisses on your neck made you stop. "But you don't care, do you?"

Richie backed away. Looking deep into your eyes, his blue eyes giving you goosebumps. He pulled you closer, a smile escaped his mouth. "You're mine to keep."

You smirked. "Then I'm yours to lose?"

"Never to lose." Richie caressed your hands. "Now come here."

— SO IT GOES...

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harringtonstilinski · 3 months

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Mastermind - Richie Boyle (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader Word Count: 2,691 Warnings: fluff Smut: no | yes; fingering Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend! A/N: Hi, friends! After not posting for Richie for ages, I'm finally getting one out! I think this is the shortest smut piece I've ever written, lol. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

May 1956. The biggest month of your life. Your third date with Richie Boyle was this month. The two of you had met at Burling’s when you were getting your father’s suit back from being tailored.

After Leonard had handed you your father’s suit, you turned to walk back through the entry where Mable sat, only to crash into Roy Boyle’s son. He held you steady with a hand on your back, asking if you were okay, and from then on, you and Richie had a thing going.

He had brought you to his home the night of your second date to meet father, the Irish Mob Boss, Roy Boyle. Everyone was taught to fear ol’ Roy because of his background, but he showed you nothing but kindness and welcomed you into his home with open arms. Ever since then, you were an honorary member of the Boyle family.

But, tonight was a very special night. Richie had told you that he had something special planned and to dress casually but nice. Since the only thing you really wore was skirts, you opted for a black, knee length one with a pink top and your black and white Oxford shoes.

Your hair was down and in curls that were in style. As you were touching your curls up, you heard a knock coming from the front door, so you hurried as quickly and elegantly as you could before grabbing your purse, your coat and gloves, putting your coat and purse on as you walked briskly to the door, opening it after putting on one of your gloves.

Smiling, you looked at how handsome Richie looked in his suit. “Hi, Richie.”

“Hi, beautiful,” he replied. “Damn. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said, your cheeks warming a little. “You look handsome as ever.”

“Thanks, doll.”

The nickname that made your knees weak.

“You ready?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you smiled, putting on the other glove.

Richie put his arm out to the side, letting you walk in front of him after you locked and shut your door. Being the gentleman that his father raised him to be, he made himself home on your right, blocking the traffic from you in case something were to happen.

The movie theater wasn’t far from your home; a couple of blocks at most. Richie had it all planned out, and executed part of his plan on his walk to get you. He put his arm around you as you walked before saying, “Listen, doll, I was thinking; maybe we'll catch a later show and go get some dinner.”

You happily groaned, carefully leaning your head back on his shoulder as to not mess your curls up. “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“No snacks?”

“Nope. I was too busy getting ready to think about food.”

The two of you hadn’t really had your first kiss as a couple yet. The closest your lips got to each other were your cheeks. So when you looked up at Richie, your heart beat just a little bit faster as he looked down at you and smirked before kissing your forehead.

Nevertheless, you smiled and looked forward, seeing a couple put their heads down and scoot to the other side of the sidewalk. The action made you sigh in defeat.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Richie asked.

“I just don’t like seeing people cower at seeing you or your father,” you answered, honestly. “It makes me sad.”

“I know. But that’s the way my family works.”

Looking back up at him, you said, “Please tell me it won’t be like that if we have a family one day.”

Richie looked down at you, seeing the worry in your eyes, and smirked. “I promise. Besides, I think Francis will take over and kick me out of my own family.”

“I’ll have to hurt him, then,” you said, a small smile on your own face.

Turning the both of you towards the door of both of your favorite Italian restaurant, Richie asked, “And how do you plan on doin’ that?”

“Kick him in his family jewels.”

The two of you chuckled as you walked inside, the host quickly grabbing two menus and leading you to Richie’s normal table. What struck you as odd as the three of you passed the tables, was seeing Mable there, looking sad and uncomfortable at seeing the two of you together.

You decided to ask Richie about after the host left the table once Richie helped you in your chair. “Hey, Richie?”

“Yeah, doll?” he asked, looking at his menu, already knowing what he wanted.

“Was there something between you and Mable before I came along? She’s here and looked quite upset.”

Sighing, Richie set the menu down, lacing his fingers together before placing his arms on the table. “Yes. I couldn’t get you off my mind after our first meeting, so I broke things off with her a couple of weeks later. I waited about two months before asking you on our first date.”

“Such a gentleman,” you replied, sarcastically.

“You’ve seen how my Pops is with me and Francis. Treats that son of a bitch like he’s his goddamn son.”

You flinched at his use of language, something you weren’t used to yet.

“Sorry, doll,” he apologized. “But the one good thing about him is that he treats you like the daughter he’s always wanted.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” you smiled, holding your water glass up to take a small sip.

When the waiter showed up at the table with Richie’s favorite appetizer, he voiced that our meals would be out shortly, to which Richie thanked him for.

He looked at you, a chuckle sounding from his throat at the disgusted look on your face. “What?”

“I still can’t believe you eat calamari.”

Just then, the waiter returned, setting a plate in front of you, profusely apologizing. “I am so sorry, Mr. Boyle. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Thank you.” You smiled up at the waiter, seeing a bead of sweat fall to his eyebrow from his hairline.

He quickly smiled at you before darting off to the kitchen.

Looking at Richie, you knew the look he was wearing all too well. “Oh, stop it, Richie. It was an accident. Maybe they didn’t have it ready when yours was. I mean, you do come here alone sometimes. Maybe they didn’t think you’d have someone with you.”

“Then why would they get two menus?”

“Rich,” you said, softly. Using the nickname only you were allowed to use, aside from his mother before she passed. “It’s fine. Don’t cause a scene.”

Richie relented, looking down at your plate. “Tomato and bruschetta?”

Holding one out for him, you smiled and said, “Here, try it.”

“Try the calamari first.”

“I have. I had a bad batch once. Turned me off of it forever.”

“Where from?” Richie asked.

Waving him off, you answered, “This little diner I used to work at. I actually think your dad used to stop by a lot.”

You looked at him while taking a bite of your food, seeing a look of confusion and thoughtfulness on his face. Snorting lightly, you covered your mouth with your hand. “What’s with the look?”

“Pops never stopped by any diner. Not that- wait, the one off West Randolph?” He pointed his fork at you in recollection. “The sock-hop one.”

Nodding with a smile on your face, you answered, “The Soda Hop.” You set your bruschetta down, covering your mouth while you laughed. “Such a cheesy name.”

Richie joined you in your laughter, essentially agreeing with you about the name when the waiter showed back up, bringing out Richie’s order of a roast chicken with his favorite sides, as well as your order.

The two of you dug into your meals, laughing and chatting while you ate. When dessert came, you thought you were going to bust, but as you were walking along the sidewalk with your arm wrapped around Richie’s, everything seemed to fall into place.

To say that you were falling in love with Richie was an understatement. You were in love with him the moment you bumped into him at Burling’s. You’re thankful that your father sent you instead of going himself.

As you and Richie approached the theater, you stopped him and turned to face him. “Please tell me this is just a normal date on a normal night watching a normal movie.”

Richie took half a step closer to you, placing his hand gently against your cheek, your head tilting into his touch. “Of course it is, doll. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because you’re Richie Boyle, and knowing you, you probably bought out the whole theater for only us.” You felt him stiffen slightly at that.

“Richieeeeee,” you groaned.

“I just wanted it to be special,” he said, softly.

“It would’ve been special even if it was packed full of people, babe.”

Chuckling, his eyes cast down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. “Wouldn’t be special with what I have planned for us, beautiful.”

Your core clenched at his words. The two of you hadn’t reached that part in your relationship yet, and you felt ready. You just weren’t sure if Richie was ready for that part. Well, you actually did know that he was ready. It was just a matter of time before either of you made a move in those regards.

“Come on,” Richie said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go enjoy this movie.”

You didn’t know which movie he had picked, so to say that you were excited was an understatement as the two of you walked up to the snack counter, where Richie ordered the two of you a couple of Cokes before you two went into the theater.

Finding your seats was easy as Richie had suggested the seats in the dead center of the room. Smiling as you sat down, you looked at your boyfriend, watching as he took off his coat and hat, setting them into the seat next to him before finally finding a purchase beside you on his own.

You could feel that something big was going to come out of tonight, whether it was him ending the night in your bed, or you in his, but as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling your knuckles to his lips, you didn’t care where the night ended… as long as it ended with him.

The film that the two of you were watching was titled The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit. You had absolutely no idea what it was about, but you sat through the first quarter of the movie, eyes glued to the screen as you tried to follow along with the story line.

When you felt Richie’s lips on your knuckles again, you looked over at him, watching as he kissed his way down your hand and up your arm. As his eyes locked on yours, you couldn’t help the feeling that came over you as you leaned towards him, and he to you, your lips locking in your very first kiss as a couple.

As your lips moved in sync, you didn’t register his hand moving to your inner thigh, slowly pulling your skirt up to your mid-thigh before gliding his fingers back up your inner thigh to where you wanted him most.

“Richie,” you moaned, softly.

“Yeah, babydoll?” he asked. You could hear that stupid smirk on his face as he spoke. “What do you want?”

Resting your head on his shoulder as he barely skimmed your clothed core, you quietly whined, “You,” before looking back at him. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Softly kissing his lips, you breathed out a sigh before whispering, “Touch me. Please.”

He looked around at the exit points for any of the employees before looking up into the projection booth, seeing a body disappear out of sight before the booth’s door and exit doors closed, leaving the two of you alone.

Richie looked back to you, seeing an already fucked out look on your face. “Damn, baby. Fuckin’ needy already, huh?” He turned his body more toward you, moving his hand from your aching core to your knee, spreading your legs a little further apart, your skirt rising up more at the action.

Bringing his hand back to your center, his eyes locked onto his hand as he rubbed and down with two fingers before looking back at your face, your eyes shut at the small amount of pleasure he was giving you. “Do you want more, baby?”

Nodding your head, you whined a little louder than before. “Please.” You opened your eyes at the feel of your panties being moved to the side, Richie’s fingers gliding up your center, spreading your lips apart to reveal more of you to him.

You’d had sex with other men, sure, but none of them made you as wet as Richie did.

“Damn, babydoll,” he whispered, eyes moving from your wet core to your eyes. “This all for me?”

You nodded your head again, your bottom lip between your teeth. A moan escaped your throat as you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, lapping up the arousal he had gathered, a satisfied groan coming from his own throat.

Bringing his fingers out of his mouth, he said, “You taste amazing, baby,” before bringing his fingers back to your center, a single digit sliding into you with ease, pumping a few times to elicit a long and loud moan from you before bringing said digit to your clit, where started to rub your nub in circles.

“You like that, babydoll?” he asked. “You like me playing with your clit?”

Your answer came in the form a loud moan, your head tossing back slowly, the pleasure starting to course through you as he moved his finger down to your entrance, circling your arousal a few times before inserting two fingers into your heat, his thumb attaching to your clit where he rubs circles in time with the pace he was setting his fingers.

“Damn, babydoll, you’re makin’ me hard,” he whispered, watching as your hips rolled in time with his fingers, the pressure in your belly starting to form.

Picking your head up, you looked at Richie, one of your eyebrows up and the other furrowed in pleasure. “Please, don’t stop Rich.” You took a breath to speak, but your words were cut off by a groan of pleasure. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Richie almost stopped all movements of his hand at hearing you say the word fuck. “My little innocent girlfriend said the word fuck. I’m corrupting you.”

“Shut the fuck up and make me cum,” you replied, your body bouncing with the movements of your hips. Once you felt the coil in your tummy was about to snap, you tossed your head back again, saying, “Faster, Rich. I’m gonna cum.”

Doing as you asked, Richie pumped his fingers a little faster, a yelp sounding from you as he pumped his fingers a little harder than he anticipated.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned. “Do that again. Do that a-” The word died on your tongue as Richie pumped his fingers harder into your core, the coil snapping without warning, your pussy pulsing against his fingers.

Slowly working you through your orgasm, Richie couldn’t help but watch as you tilted your head back up, looking him in the eyes. When he was sure your high was over, he pulled his fingers from you, putting his fingers back into his mouth. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he moaned after pulling his clean fingers from his mouth.

He readjusted your panties and skirt, your legs back in their proper place. Once your head was resting against his shoulder with your hand around his arm, you sighed in content, noticing the movie was almost over with.

Looking up at him, you smiled. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Once he looked down at you, he smiled back and asked, “For what?” “The best night of my life… you little mastermind.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

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Chicago Honey Chapter 2

A young woman tries to take on the town and make her way to the top by making friends in not-so-friendly places. As she finds herself in one sticky situation after another, she realizes that the secrets she is keeping for those putting money in her pockets are bound to eventually come out. But it’s her own secrets that will be her downfall. *Named reader POV. OFC X Richie. (Warnings: Eventual smut, sexual assault, language, adult themes, racial themes, violence. 18+, NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is not a dark fic, but Richie is toxic. Francis alone is a warning, so…)

Chapter 2

Joey drove that car like he had stolen it, and we finally stopped flying down the streets many miles away from The Blue Moon. He eventually pulled over onto the side of the road and the three of them fussed amongst themselves about what to do with me. Truthfully, if they were going to turn me into a ghost, they would have done it already. I half listened as they tossed ideas back and forth, mostly with Richie fussing about the other two men being stupid and how he didn’t want to dig another hole on the side of the highway.

“Look, we ain’t gonna shoot her.” Richie argued. I knew it.

“Then what the hell do you suggest? Since you’re such a genius.” Francis challenged him.

“I’m the brains here, you son of a bitch.” He reminded Francis. The tension between them was evident in that moment. I looked out the window, which was beginning to fog up, and saw a diner across the street.

“If you’re not going to shoot me, can I at least get something to eat?” I asked them, boldly. They all looked at me with shock. “Or let me get something to eat and shoot me after, if that’s still on the table.” I was starving. I always worked up an appetite at work. “Let’s be good to each other, remember?” I blinked innocently at them. Well, maybe not totally innocently. Whether it was me that convinced them, or the awkward silence in the car, I wasn’t entirely sure, but we ended up in the diner in a booth in front of the window. They smoked their cigarettes and refused to eat, meanwhile I ordered myself a slice of apple pie. If I was going to die that night, I could at least enjoy some dessert beforehand. I shoveled the sweet treat into my mouth and sipped on a cup of coffee, figuring it was going to be a long night.

“I still got my gun on you under the table, so don’t get too comfortable.” Francis warned me.

“I’m sure you do.” I huffed at him and dabbed my mouth with a napkin. “Question is, is there a bullet in that chamber meant for me.” I cut my eye at him and lifted my coffee mug to my lips.

“Tell me why we should let you go.” Francis grilled me.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I was simply minding my own goddamn business when I stumbled upon your little business transaction.”

“Business?”

“That’s what it was, right? Business.” I dug into my pie again. I knew the trick with this man was to not let him see me flustered. “That’s how the Boyles do business, I thought.”

“Shh!” Joey shushed me. I gave him an exasperated look.

“You don’t think you’re spotted that easily? Everybody knows you guys. Plus, look around, this place is kind of empty if you haven’t noticed.”

“You got a lot of sass about you for someone who should be worried about seeing the light of day.” Francis must have grown tired of my attitude.

“I didn’t see anything.”

“You saw enough.”

“It’s a little fuzzy to me.” I responded and then looked at Richie who was sitting next to me, rubbing his hand along his jaw, as if he was thinking.

“You’re a liability. A lose end.” Francis leaned forward and lowered his voice, trying to intimidate me.

“No, I’m just a stripper.” I shot my eyes back at him. “You can keep me quiet without killing me.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know, convince me.” I countered.

“Convince you?” he licked his lips, “You know what tends to do a lot of convincing?” and I heard the click of his gun from under the table.

“You can use me.” The words slipped past my lips before I even thought them through all the way.

“It’ll take a lot more than what’s between your legs.”

“No, not like that!” I quickly corrected him, glaring. How dare he. “I’m no whore.” I sat up straighter and dropped my fork on my plate. “I could have told you about the Whitmore brothers being in that place, and the cops. We got regulars.” I started. “The cops were there because of the Whitmores. The older one always leaves in a stupor without paying his tab and he makes a big scene when he’s kicked out. That and the fact that they’ve been trying to pass counterfeit at the place for months.” I took another sip of coffee, “That’s why I won’t dance for them. And I’m guessing that’s why you all had business to do with them, right?” I turned to Richie again, “They pay you off with faulty funds?” I watched Richie’s brown eyes shoot towards Francis and then back at me. I must have guessed right. “What was it? Booze? Guns?”

“What’s your name?” Richie asked me with his voice low and gravely.

“Honey.” And he snorted. “No really.”

“That ain’t your real name.” Francis jumped back in.

“It’s the only one I go by.”

“What are you trying to do, make a deal?” Joey piped back up.

“I’m trying to make it in this town just as much as everybody else, and I have to walk a lot further to get milk and bread, if you know what I mean.” I shot my answer at Joey and then sat back. “Walking out of here with my life is a great bonus, yes.”

“You look to be doing pretty well.” Joey stated before he lit another cigarette. Richie reached out his hand and grasped the white fur on my coat, feeling it with his fingers before snorting and returning his hand to his chin.

“Shit’s not even real.” He chuckled.

“Hey, I’m a dancer. This is a costume.” I defended myself and shot another look at Joey who was clearly not that bright if he couldn’t decipher faux fur from the real deal. Or the stage jewelry. I turned and looked at Richie again. “Women who can afford the real deal don’t have to show skin to make cash.”

“So, what do you want, a job?” Richie took a big drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out from the side of his lips, avoiding blowing smoke on me. The cloud danced into Joey’s face, but he ignored the discourtesy. “We let you live, and you work for me?”

“Not for free, of course.” I corrected him.

“Keeping your life isn’t payment enough?” Francis’s voice came again and I didn’t bother to shift my eyes from Richie to look at him.

“I’m tired of table scraps while men like you eat like kings.” My words came out more solemn than I would have liked, but I wanted him to understand how serious I was. “Nobody would suspect a dancer. I serve all types, the rich, the poor and the in between. Who better to use as a lookout or a messenger than a woman who sits on laps for a living?” I kept my eyes on the leader of the sharks sitting in front of me, refusing to back down even while I lifted my cup to my lips again. I saw the corner of his lips curl up into a small smile before he looked at both of his other men.

“Whatcha thinking, Richie?” Joey inquired.

“We should run it by your father first.” Francis’s tone sounded cautious.

“I can make decisions just as much as my pops can.” Richie quickly fired a heated response back at him.

“It’s your day, birthday boy,” I started in a sultry voice, “You call the shots.”

This was my chance, my chance to get out of that crowded, run-down townhouse I was sharing with five other dancers. It was my chance to do more than get by, I wanted to get ahead. I was already at a disadvantage, even upon arriving, but they didn’t need to know that much about me. Whether it was right or wrong didn’t bother me. I believed you needed to do a little wrong to live the right way anyway, especially in Chicago. If I wanted to hold myself to better virtues, I wouldn’t be stripping for a living. I watched Richie’s face for a more concrete reading, knowing he was thinking, but wanting to be more sure of what. In the little time that I had gotten to know him, it was evident that he thought pretty high and mighty of himself, and if he had a chance to make a decision that would further push him into power, that’s obviously what he was going to do. Any way he could demonstrate his power to those other two men at the table, especially Francis, I knew would be his move. The question was, did he know I was able to read him that well, and did he know what was going on in my mind all the while?

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MARBLES

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing : Richie Boyle x Reader

Warnings : 18+ content, mentions of domestic violence (please read with caution), and cursing.

Concept : Chicago in the 1950s - riddled with organized crime and mobsters. There were two main families - The Lafontaines and The Boyles. The Boyles were the most powerful family in Chicago, known and envied by everyone. They had deals with the police and with every business on their half. Most importantly, they had Y/F/N Taylor. Y/F/N was the only daughter of Maxwell Taylor - a very important business man in Chicago and New York, otherwise known as the key to winning over Chicago and ending the other mob family for good. The Taylors were very consistent in never steering too close to one side over the other. Mr. Taylor knew his place and liked being catered to by two sides of the organized crime trade.

The beautiful (Y/H/C) girl sat still at the front of her father’s tailor shop. She played receptionist for the little cover up business that was only a block away from her apartment and maybe a twenty minute drive from the mansion her father owned. The shop served as a spot for one of the two largest mob families in the city to carry out payments to and from other businesses for their own organization. The shop that this doll seemingly ran was for the Boyle family on the North side. There was an almost identical tailor shop on the South side for the Boyle Family’s competitors, the Lafontaines. Maxwell Taylor, the father of this beautiful young thing, made it known to his daughter and adoring wife that they were to play both sides for the power and the money that came from it. At first, Y/N didn’t understand why they never choose sides, but the (Y/H/C)’s kind mother consistently explained until it finally stuck. She was only nine back then, having grown to be the ripe age of twenty now.

So, she sat in the shop. The shop that her father hated her to be in, not wanting his only legacy to be killed. Well, Y/N didn’t think that was totally it. She was almost positive the real reason why he didn’t want her around this shop was because of the boy similarly aged to her - Richie Boyle. Richie was one of the few children she saw regularly throughout her whole childhood. He was five years older than her, always being the perfect age for her to have the biggest crush on him. The poor girl had let the crush slip once to her father only for her to get berated verbally afterwards and then sent to bed while her father proceeded to beat her mother for letting such a thing happen. After that, Y/N quickly learned that any crushes she had were to be secrets for no one but herself to know.

For a while, Y/N stayed away from the shop. Especially after the incident that happened when she was thirteen. She had gone to the shop with her father for a day - neither one realizing today was the day that Roy Boyle, Richie’s dad and the head of the Boyle Family, was showing Richie the ropes. Y/N awkwardly smiled and waved at the freshly eighteen year old boy earning a stern pull into the backroom with her father. He yelled at her loud enough that everyone in the shop could hear his screams. The two exited the room shortly after. The young girl had tear stains down her cheeks and her dignity was surely out the window. That was the day that Y/N decided she hated her father. Not because of the embarrassment that came with being yelled at or the fact that he grabbed her by the neck in the middle of his screaming because he couldn’t grab his gun to point at her instead. No, it was because her mother was once again beaten for a crush Y/N had. She remembered seeing her mother after the one sided argument the two had and seeing the blood all over her mother. That woman took everything just to save Y/N from all the pain.

Years later, Y/N’s father finally accepted that his little girl wasn’t so little anymore. He sent her off with a huge daily allowance and her own apartment close enough to his shop that he could still keep a close eye on her. He had guards stationed in and around her apartment building at all times and eventually made the executive decision to let Y/N run the shop on the North. This was the best way he could make sure his asset was safe while making her feel like she was free - despite clearly being a part of his little prison sentence still.

So, Y/N sat at the secretary's desk all day long. She answered the phone when it rang, greeted the guests who walked in, watched deliveries go in and out, took notes when needed, and read magazines for hours. She did as she was told, in the habit of protecting her mother, and pretended her “freedom” was real.

The door dinged as it opened, revealing the guard that stood just outside the doorway nonchalantly as he opened the door for two of the shop’s regulars. One man, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes stepped in first. He has a gray trench coat on and a matching gray suit underneath. He wore a fedora on his head and a gun in his pocket. Behind the man, was a second one. This man had dark brown hair and ever changing brown eyes that bewildered Y/N’s. He wore a priceless smile that came with a sparkle. His suit was black and his trench coat was tan. He, too, had a fedora on his head and a gun in his pocket. Y/N looked up at the two men and smiled politely before turning back to her magazine as they picked up their latest cash payment.

“Y/N.” Francis, the dirty blonde man, spoke after a few moments of rummaging around the back. “Mhm?” The girl hummed, not looking over to the man once. He scoffed slightly, turning to Richie, the brunette, in annoyance. “You’re supposed to look at a man when he addresses you.” Francis spoke sternly. The (Y/H/C) girl turned her head away from her magazine and looked the man in his eyes, “I don’t believe a man addressed me.” Francis moves forward angrily, moving to grab Y/N. Richie stops him and pulls the man back quickly as Y/N stands up and steps back from the mobster. “Francis, I’ll meet you outside.” Richie orders. Francis releases his shoulders and walks out after giving Y/N an additional glare.

“What the hell was that, (Y/F/I)?” Richie speaks softly while still looking at Y/N sternly. She shrugged her shoulders, walking closer to the man before her. “Come on, you know he can’t touch me.” The girl says all too confidently as she grabs the collar of the man’s jacket and flattens it out perfectly. Richie looks down at the girl carefully, “Just because he can’t hurt you doesn’t mean he won’t.” She looked up at him, glancing at his lips for only a moment. “You’ve got money to deliver, Mr. Boyle.” Richie rolls his eyes, grabbing ahold of the girl’s waist. “Mr. Boyle?” The man teases, “That wasn’t what you called me last night.” The boy smirks as he sinks his head down, moving to connect their lips. The girl lets him fill the space between them for a moment before pushing him back and moving to sit back in her chair. “See you around, Richie.” She says, not giving the man another look as he leaves the building with a smirk.

“Take the girl to a passion pit and leave the family out of it.” Francis sighs as the two gentlemen walk away from the shop to walk back to their main building. “You’re just sour that you can’t pull a girl like her.” Francis scoffs, “The only thing I’m sour about is how I’m out there getting marbles shot at me while you’re playing house with the Taylor daughter.” Richie stops and puts his finger accusingly on the man’s chest. “I’m not playing house with anyone, Francis.” The two stand across from each other for a moment, each exchanging angry glares. “What’s your pops gonna say when he finds out that his son is too busy getting fast with Taylor’s daughter to take care of business?” Richie shakes his head, walking forward, “You’re a fucking prick.” Francis grinds his teeth together, walking to catch up with his boss’s son. The two travel back in silence, stepping into the Boyle household quietly.

“Richie! Francis!” Roy greets enthusiastically, greeting his son with a hug. “Where the hell have you two been?” Richie hands his father the money without a word, trying to non verbally tell his father. “Richie’s been out fondling the Taylor daughter.” Richie turns his head, “Y/N. Her name is Y/N.” Francis scoffs, “Who the fuck cares what her fucking name is?” Roy steps in between the two men that both have a hand on their firearms. “Richie. Is this true?” His father speaks strongly. The two stand down as Richie nods his head softly. “That’s wonderful!” Roy says gladly, leaving Francis completely shocked. Richie looks at his father for a moment, waiting for him to explain, “What’s wonderful, pops?” Roy grabs Richie’s shoulder and turns so that he can see Francis’ face as well. “I’ve been trying to get Taylor on our side exclusively for years. This might be the push he needs.” Richie’s eyes grow wide and he starts to shake his head, “No, no, no, no.” Roy furrows his eyebrows angrily. “No? What do you mean ‘No’, son?” Richie shakes his head again, “Pops, Y/N’s dad isn’t as excited about Y/N and I’s involvement...” Richie watches as his father nod slowly, before scoffing, “Then make him excited.”

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Could you possibly do a Richie Boyle x reader where reader catches richie with Mabel and they have an argument and she later has to bail him out of jail because mabel won't and he realizes she really loves him

Yes I can!! This would be a fun one to do!! I have to finish up a few others but I will work on this for you.

Thank you for your support!!

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Star, May 3

You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Shiloh Jolie-Pitt

Page 1: Christina Aguilera at 40 -- she talks about child stardom, learning to love her body, and what she wants her daughter Summer to know

Page 2: Contents, Renee Zellweger, Phoebe Dynevor and James McAvoy at the BAFTAs in London

Page 3: Mariska Hargitay and Law & Order: SVU co-star Ice-T take a selfie during a break from shooting the cop drama in NYC, Heather Graham at the beach in Mexico, stepping into the America's Got Talent studio Sofia Vergara elevated her casual cropped jeans with strappy platform sandals in L.A., Jason Momoa cutting a rug with an unidentified partner ahead of filming a scene for his upcoming fantasy film Slumberland in Toronto

Page 4: Colton Underwood comes out -- saying he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been, the former Bachelor clarifies his orientation

Page 5: Lena Dunham is no stranger to controversy, so it comes as no surprise that her foray into fashion design has also come under fire as she partnered with a plus-size label to create the capsule collection 11 Honore x Lena Dunham, but the kicky line quickly came under fire as critics are calling it tone-deaf, mediocre and not inclusive at all since its largest size is a 26 and some are even going so far to call Lena a grifter who gained weight in order to make money off the plus-size community but Lena, who underwent a hysterectomy at 31, has pointed to early menopause as the cause of her straight-up gut -- while Lena refuses to be intimidated by bullies, she is listening to the complaints about sizes and is planning to address it

* Once a cautionary tale of the perils of child stardom, at age 40 Macaulay Culkin is a father himself as he and girlfriend Brenda Song welcomed a son, Dakota -- he's finally overcome his demons and Brenda has been a huge influence on his life and helped him get back on the straight and narrow and he's even pursuing acting again, shooting season 10 of American Horror Story; his life has taken such a positive turn

* A year after announcing her split from Jay Cutler, Kristin Cavallari is seeing the upside of divorce, saying it's made her a better mom in some ways because she has her kids half the time now so when she has them for her week, she is so incredibly present with her kids Camden, Jaxon and Saylor and she is not distracted by her phone or anything else; she is with them -- Jay and Kristin each have the kids 182.5 days a year and court papers also revealed that her ex is allowed two phone calls and two FaceTime or Skype calls a week and vice versa so now every moment is precious and if someone is having a temper tantrum or something, she remains calm because she knows that she is losing them in a few days

Page 6: Gwen Stefani is widely thought to have had some help in the nips and tucks department, and as her wedding to Blake Shelton approaches, he is starting to object to her constant tweaking of her face -- she's always messing with it by getting more fillers and Botox and Blake is afraid of what he'll see at the altar and he's freaking out at Gwen's increasingly extreme beauty routine which is becoming increasingly over-the-top; Gwen can barely move her face to smile at him anymore and it looks weird -- while he frets, he's trying to reassure his wife-to-be because Blake thinks she's beautiful just the way she is

* As an executive producer on the long-running Law & Order: SVU, Mariska Hargitay has tasked the writers to come up with more storylines featuring one of her favorite characters: defense attorney Trevor Langan, played by none other than her husband Peter Hermann -- Mariska and Peter originally met and fell in love when Peter guest-starred on the show and she loves to keep that magic alive by bringing him back to play Trevor but the trouble is he is busy with his own gigs as a series regular on Younger and his recurring role on Blue Bloods and Peter loves working with his wife, but he has his own acting career apart from Mariska -- still, he may soon have his day in court because Peter understands how Mariska feels and is trying to work his schedule to allow him some guest spots in the near future

Page 8: Star Shots -- Lenny Kravitz with a guitar flaunted his well-sculpted midsection during a stroll on the beach, Suki Waterhouse with her on-the-go grub on the set in Liverpool

Page 9: Louisa Jacobson and Taissa Farmiga and Denee Benton on the set of The Gilded Age in NYC, Conan O'Brien sipped on a soda at lunch in L.A., Katy Perry in the American Idol bathroom

Page 10: Kate Hudson with mom Goldie Hawn and kids Ryder and Rani, Kate Hudson twirled solo modeling in a pal's swimwear collection, Jude Law's daughter Iris Law who will make her acting debut in Danny Boyle's upcoming Sex Pistols biopic makes a call in London

Page 12: Kelly Osbourne handed out items at a food distribution event as the Islamic Center for Southern California, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the gym, despite a no-social warning a cheeky Nicole Kidman shared a pic from the set of Aaron Sorkin's Being the Ricardos in which she portrays Lucille Ball

Page 13: Anabella Sciorra and Donnie Wahlberg gloved up for a Blue Bloods scene in NYC, Heidi Klum and husband Tom Kaulitz started their morning during a walk on the beach in L.A.

Page 14: Travis Barker showed off his body art stepping off a Hollywood tour bus shirtless after filming a music video, a cheerful Britney Spears gave a fun look into her wardrobe in a pink floral frock, Scott Disick and Amelia Hamlin color-coordinated for a walk near the beach in Miami

Page 16: Lamar Odom and Aaron Carter put up their dukes to promote their Celebrity Boxing Match in Philadelphia, Priyanka Chopra Jonas and husband Nick Jonas at the BAFTAs in London, Ellen DeGeneres on the phone during a stroll in her main hood of Montecito

Page 18: Normal or Not? A denim-on-denim clad Jay Leno scratched an itch while filming a project in Los Angeles -- not normal, dressed in a Siggi sweatshirt Katie Holmes picked up some seasonal blooms on Manhattan's Upper East Side -- normal, Kate Beckinsale multitasked during a car ride by applying undereye patches -- not normal

Page 19: Gavin Rossdale appeared to be pleased with his Kitson purchase by doing a little dance after leaving the popular L.A. store -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars wow in statement-making capes -- Gisele Bundchen, Charlize Theron, Zoey Deutch

Page 21: Greta Gerwig, Elle Fanning

Page 24: Justin Bieber: How Love Saved Me -- the formerly troubled pop singer gives praise for wife Hailey Bieber

Page 25: Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles' romance has already cooled and the pair are giving each other space -- turns out Olivia and Harry don't actually have much in common -- the two jetted to London after wrapping Don't Worry Darling, but they were soon waylaid by their respective responsibilities as Olivia has been spending time with her kids Otis and Daisy while her ex Jason Sudeikis shoots Ted Lasso while Harry, who was spooked by how quickly intense things got, is gearing up for his role in My Policeman -- for now, the two have decided to reassess things when they're back in L.A., which leaves the window open for Jason, whose strategy was to let her and Harry fizzle out, then see where she is at, and it's going according to plan

* Jennifer Lopez calls off her relationship with Alex Rodriguez

* Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher are better than ever after overcoming a rough patch, one that had their inner circle convinced they were headed for divorce -- Mike had a serious roving eye that made Carrie anxious and she would treat him like he was Mr. Underwood and tensions between the two were at an all-time high when the pandemic hit, forcing the two into extra one-on-one time, but as it turns out, their new routine is just what they needed because they set boundaries, divided up tasks and put time aside for fun things and they prioritized romance, which has made all the difference -- Carrie and Mike are re-committed to their marriage and they've been through so much so much and neither wants to throw it away

Page 26: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's model kid -- Shiloh Jolie-Pitt the gorgeous teen is ready for her close up, but Brad and Angie are at odds about Shiloh's new passion -- Shiloh's been experimenting with girlier styles lately, including growing out her hair and she's at the age where she's starting to change things up -- Brad isn't thrilled about Shiloh's modeling dreams and idea of her walking into the lion's den gives him cause for concern -- Angelina began modeling at 16, just one year older than Shiloh and Shiloh knows that's what set her mom on her path to fame and Shiloh is constantly asking Angie about the pros and cons of the modeling world

Page 29: Model Kids -- these celeb offspring also know how to strike a pose -- Hailey Bieber, Sofia Richie, Amelia Hamlin, Lily-Rose Depp, Brooklyn Beckham, Paris Jackson, Kendall Jenner, Corinne Foxx, Ireland Baldwin, Margaret Qualley, Kaia Gerber, Leni Klum, Patrick Schwarzenegger

Page 30: Prince William and Prince Harry: Behind Closed Doors -- the estranged princes are forced to reckon with their rift as the royal family gathers for Prince Philip's funeral

Page 32: High Anxiety -- it's not so simple for celebs who struggle with panic attacks -- Emma Stone, Stephen Colbert, Amanda Seyfried

Page 33: Hugh Grant, Ryan Reynolds, Ariana Grande

Page 36: Beauty -- nail it -- self-care essentials to score the perfect at-home manicure and pedicure -- Kaley Cuoco

Page 38: Style -- cute cases -- step up your tech, and fashion, game this season with a trendy cellphone cover -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Page 40: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Corey Feldman embraced wife Courtney Anne Mitchell as the two ventured out for a romantic outing in L.A.

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4. Nari, Stylus Robb - Gimme Hope

5. Munar - Replace You

6. Dastic - Perfect Lullaby

7. David Guetta & Sia - Titanium (feat. Sia) (David Guetta & MORTEN Future Rave Extended Mix)

8. MR. BLACK & Richie Loop - Feel The Fire (Futuristic Polar Bears Extended Remix)

9. Danimal & Max Moore - Unshakable

10. MOTi x BODYWORX - Body Olympics

11. Justus - ASTRO

12. BYOR & VINNE - Downtown

13. Ava Max - Everytime I Cry (R3hab Extended Mix)

14. Clmd, Broiler, Torine, Tungevaag - All My Friends (Tungevaag Remix)

15. ICE CREAM (MY), Swento - Get Dah

16. MATTN x Maurice West - Funky Town

17. KEVU x SaberZ - Mark Of Cain

18. Noulexx - My Mind

19. K3WRO - Can't Take Back (Nick West Extended Remix)

20. Yves V x Robert Falcon & Jimmy Clash - Forget You

21. Blasterjaxx & Blackcode feat. Robbie Rosen - Breathe Again

22. David Guetta & MistaJam feat. John Newman - If You Really Love Me (How Will I Know) [David Guetta & MORTEN Future Rave Extended Remix]

23. R3SPAWN & Sammy Boyle - Andromeda

24. Long Play & Bresb - Voices

25. Kazden & Ragunde - Just Games

26. Susana & Raz Nitzan - Fall Into Trust

#EDM #EDM MIX #PODCAST #MIX

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somewhere only we know – jake peralta x reader;

author’s note: still the cheesiest woman alive. no surprises here. i like this one better though jake’s slightly ooc and the end kiiind of sucks. you’ll see what i mean. i also would like to say most of the songs here are songs i quite like. hope y’all like it too;

pairing: jake peralta x reader;

request: all me, but i feel like i should tell you it’s a “your soulmate can listen whatever song you’re listening to in their head” soulmate au;

word count: 2316 (back at it with decent sized one shots yes);

TW: uh i think there swearing. a lil alcohol. that’s it;

You grunted against your pillow when, for the third time that night, Lionel Richie's voice resounded loud and clear into your head. The only thing you actually wanted to be doing all night long was sleeping, for you had a long day coming up on the next morning, but your soulmate didn't seem to know or care about that. It was actually quite weird. By now, you were used to the violent swings on his music taste – 90s hip-hop in one minute, 80s disco in the other, you just didn't get it at all –, but listening to stuff at three in the morning? No, this wasn't like them.

I mean, yes, they had this weird thing going on. Usually, they'd only blast stuff out loud during the day, but on the most random timings. Lunch? Usually pretty silent. But three thirty-six in the afternoon on a a Tuesday, when they should be working and you were in the middle of an important meeting? Funky Cold Medina would come at full volume. Nights were thankfully quiet, yes, but at times he seemed to randomly pull an all nighter and listen to music in a pretty psychotic pattern. As you discovered after some research, they also enjoyed very much Die Hard's soundtrack. None of your friends' soulmates were weird like this, and, at this point, you'd narrowed it down to two possibilities – either their personality (which had to be very creepy) or their work (maybe he was something like your friend Amy, from the 99th, a night shift detective) was to blame, and you were hopeful that someday you'd figure out which.

When All Night Long came on again, you decided it maybe was time to fight back with some of your music. You rolled through your sheets, sighing audibly, and picked up your phone, trying to think of the calmest thing you could. Snap, that was it. Quickly opening Spotify and your sleep playlist, you hit play on Of Monsters And Men's Love Love Love, turning the volume up so your soulmate could hear it through Lionel's voice. After a while, the song stopped for a good half an hour, and, when it was put back on, it was immediately cut off. You were finally, finally at peace, but you somewhat knew they weren't. Before finally going to bed (and actually sleeping, thankful for the silence), you picked one last song: The Moon Song, by Karen O.

Jake had been having quite a night. He was sure thankful for finally coming back to New York after all the time in Florida, not to mention being reinstated to NYPD and his precinct; but despite saying that it was nothing, being on the night shift was starting to get to him, and Boyle wasn’t helping too much (although that wasn’t his fault, and he knew it). That said, when he asked his friend repeatedly to blast the Night Boys newest anthem while heading from one precinct to another, he didn’t exactly pause to think about the fact that his soulmate would probably be trying to sleep while he was working.

He was kind of surprised when calm folk music started playing inside his head, why were they up until now and listening to music? And, although it wasn’t Jake’s kind of music, it was good, he had to admit. Better if you were trying to sleep, yes, but still good. Oh, shit, they’re trying to sleep. He realized it was probably a big inconvenience for his soulmate that he was listening to Lionel Richie at 4 in the morning, but, well, what could he do? It was the job. And it wasn’t as if his soulmate never listened to stuff when he needed to focus – he recalled very well the first time his soulmate had listened to Funky Cold Medina. He was chasing after a drug dealer, and, when he finally caught him, instead of reciting the Miranda Rights, he asked the guy why he was so fly, and, very confused, the suspect answered “Funky Cold Medina?”

Still, the next time Charles put the song on, Jake told him to cut it. He told himself it was because everything else was garbage that night, but deep down he also didn’t want his soulmate to hate him for working the night shift. In response, he heard a quiet ukulele song playing inside his head. He knew that one from the movie Her! He took the song as a thank you, smiling slightly as the melody finished and it all became silent again.

You hated being stood up on, but it seemed to have happened again. There you were, at Shaw’s Bar, Brooklyn, waiting for your so-called date, who should have showed up one hour ago except they didn’t. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You weren’t asking for a knight on a shining armor or even your soulmate, you just wanted a decent night and maybe a fling with whoever your friend had set you up with this time. But no, not even that you’d get.

You tapped your feet to the rhythm of Ice Ice Baby, which was playing on Shaw’s speakers. It was usually the kind of thing your soulmate liked listening to. You smiled a little thinking about how they’d probably be hearing it inside their head right now, but thinking of it made your mood even worse. Leaning over the counter, you waved at Hank. The man turned to you, a kind smile on his face. “Hi, Y/N! You look great. Anything special?”

“My friend set me up on a date, but they stood me up.” You told him, and he frowned. “Yeah, it’s no biggie. Same as always, Hank.”

“Beer it is.” He told you, turning around to grab a bottle and open it. You flashed a smile at him, taking it.

“Thanks, Hank.”

“Always a pleasure, Y/N.”

You looked around the familiar bar, sighing. You’d lived in Brooklyn for most of your adulthood, and had to admit there was no place like Shaw’s. It was always a very alive place, with a good ambience and nice people. Your favorite days to be there were the Fridays when the 99th precinct’s squad hanged out there after work hours. It had always been cool to observe them, but, for a while now, you actually started talking to them and they liked it when you stuck around. Most people found their cop stories too weird or bloody, but there was nothing better for you than listening to the detectives talk about their work with little interventions that mostly concerned yogurt or Die Hard. Even when they weren’t there, however, it was like home to you. Plus, Hank knew you by now, and you got some pretty cool discounts for that.

You knew your soulmate was up to something when, as Vanilla Ice’s voice faded out, a song you knew very well came on – Somewhere Only We Know, Keane’s version of it. You made a face at nothing. That was so not your soulmate’s kind of thing. They had done this before, yes, but always to prank you just when it was getting good or to draw your attention – and, right now, they had it. When the song started playing again, for no apparent reason, you blinked twice. What the heck were they doing?

You hadn’t noticed someone sitting right across from you, so you jumped slightly when Amy Santiago’s voice pulled you from your daydream. “Hey, Y/N! You’re here again and – wait, is there anything wrong? Why’re you all dressed up?”

You blinked at her, trying to find your way around words. “Uh… Date. Got stood up.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” The detective said, reaching across the table to put her hand on yours. “But you know what, it’s probably – ”

“No, it’s no big deal.” You cut her off, and Amy frowned at you. You smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. It’s just… My soulmate’s been messing with me.”

“Oh, really?” She asked, eyes plugged on your face but an uncomfortable smile on her lips. As if she knew something you didn’t. “What are they up to?”

“Um, Ice Ice Baby was playing right before you came in, right?”

“Oh, no, the squad and I came in as it was fading out.” Amy told you, sounding more surprised by the second.

“Right.” You nodded dismissively. “And they really like that kind of music. I think that when they realized I was listening to it, they wanted to do something back for me, so they started playing a song I like but they never did. I thought they were gonna prank me or something and ruin it completely, but they didn’t. They’re actually still playing it.”

Amy seemed to be staring and someone behind you, but, when you did, you only saw the squad. She turned back to you with a smile. “Okay, okay, cool.”

“So… You’re the detective. Any theories?” You asked her playfully, but Amy swallowed hard.

“Maybe,” Amy started, and you could see her struggle. “Maybe y-you – ”

“Is there anything you wanna tell me, Ames?” You asked her, still smiling, and she sighed. Before saying anything, she looked around, downed her shot and leaned over the table.

“Look, I think I know who your soulmate is.” She secreted and your jaw dropped. “But calm down.”

“How?!” You blurted.

“On our way here,” she said rather carefully, “someone in the squad could hear Ice Ice Baby inside their head. Then, when we got here and heard it playing in the exact same timing, they thought their soulmate might be in here and decided to try and play a certain song, because they knew their soulmate liked it, to see if they could find out who that person is.”

You blinked. Then again, and again. Your soulmate was a cop? You weren’t sure of what to say. “Who is it, Amy?”

She pursed her lips. “I probably shouldn’t tell you.” Amy confessed, and you sighed. She was probably right – you couldn’t risk any coincidences –, but that was a really big bummer. “I know, I know, it sucks. But, uh, I do have an idea.”

Your eyes lit up. “Tell me. Now.”

“Okay, but you have to relax.”

“AMY!”

“A-ah I’m sorry!” She said, sitting up straight defensively. “Th-they told me they had one version of that song on! Why don’t you put the other and see if they realize it?”

“That’s actually a really good idea.” You told her, sitting straight again after the little threat. You smiled at the woman. “Thanks, Ames.”

She straightened her collar, trying to look normal again. “My pleasure to help, Y/N.”

You picked up your phone and earphones from your purse, feeling Amy looking at you and then at someone behind you. You took a deep breath as the song in your head stopped for the 3rd time, hitting play on the same moment. This time, along with the guitar and drums from the original version, there was a soft piano, from Lily Allen’s last cover of it. You didn’t even have the time to look around before someone else barged into your table.

“Amy, you’re not gonna believe this!” You look up to see detective Jake Peralta, one of Amy’s friends from the squad, now sitting by her side, showing her his phone excitedly. He had a huge smile on his dork-y face, and a single earphone on his left ear. “My soulmate played the other version! My plan worked! Now I just need to find someone who’s using earphones and – oh, hi, Y/N, I didn’t see you there. Sorry, I’m just kind of pumped about a soulmate thing.”

You blinked at him. Then blinked again. Was the universe kidding you? A detective? A childish, eccentric, fun and extremely hot detective? Jake didn’t quite understand what was going on – he wasn’t exactly the most observant person you knew. Amy smiled rather knowingly now, picking up her empty cup as she got up from her seat. “Hey, Y/N, why don’t you show Jake what you’re listening to?”

Shaking slightly, you turned your phone’s screen to him. His confused frown slowly turned to a gentle smile. He looked up at you, checking your earphone before taking his own off. He shoved his phone inside his pocket, along with the white strings, and sat down, looking at you. “Soo… I guess this is a thing?” He said, trying to break the ice, and you blinked once more before ripping your headphone off and slapping his arm. “Ouch! Wrong start here, Y/N!”

“I had to, after you blasted All Night Long through an entire night when I should be sleeping!” You told him but rather playfully. Jake frowned back, trying not to laugh. “But, seriously, Lionel Richie, man?”

“I was working the night shift with Boyle! We needed motivation!” He replied, and you giggled slightly. For a second, neither of you said nothing, then Jake cleaned his throat. “You look great. I mean, yes, you are beautiful, but you’re like… Dressed up.”

You smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I know. I was supposed to be on a date tonight, but I got stood up on.”

“Oh. Sorry for that.” He said, then hit your arm playfully. “But hey, think positive! If you had gone, you might not have met your incredibly handsome soulmate AKA me, so that’s cool, right?”

You looked away from him, blushing slightly. “I guess so.” Another moment of silence went by, and you put your phone away before he cleaned this throat and went,

“Hey, should we get drinks and a booth? I feel like we could use some talking. Maybe I should buy the drinks, as an apology for the Lionel incident?”

You smiled at him, pursing your lips again. “Yeah, sure. And after that, if you have a minute why don’t we go – ”

“Somewhere only we know.”

#my writing #jake peralta #jacob peralta #b99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #andy samberg #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta x reader #jake imagine #one shot #jake peralta oneshot

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Reunion - Richie Boyle

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader Word Count: 1,188 Warnings: angst, small fluff, mentions of guns, mentions of blood Smut: no | yes; Requested: I don't remember... if you requested this, pls let me know!! A/N: Hi, friends! After having this sit in my google docs for over a year, I finally got inspiration to finish it! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Ten years ago, I left Chicago and vowed to never return… that is until my father passed away. He was head of our family’s crime organization. Yes, I knew my father was a mobster. Did it scare me? A little. Did I want anything to do with it? Absolutely not.

See, my father had no sons, only daughters. I have an older sister and younger sister. We’re all two years apart. My older sister wanted absolutely nothing to do with our father’s line of work, same with my younger sister. So, the only two people to take over from my father was his right hand man, Donnie Ward, and… me.

I guess I didn’t have a choice but to come back, especially for the funeral. I was standing with my mother at his grave site, black dress and shoes on both our bodies, watching as my father was lowered into the ground. My mother, hysterically crying, was taken away from the six foot square in the ground.

Lifting my eyes to dead ahead of me, I saw a family I didn’t think I’d ever see again; the Boyle family. We were allies with them, which meant that my sisters and I grew up with Richie. His father, Roy, was good friends with mine.

Deciding it was best to talk with them, I walked around the grave of my father, walking straight to Roy.

“Mr. Boyle,” I smiled, hugging him.

“Y/N!” he said, hugging me back. “It’s been so long.”

“It has,” I replied. “How have things been?”

He knew exactly what I was talking about. “As good as they’ve always been.”

I nodded my head. “That’s good.”

Turning towards Richie, Roy said, “You remember my son, Richie?”

Smiling and taking a few steps towards him, I said, “Who wouldn’t?” Richie and I hugged before doing that thing where you kiss both their cheeks in greeting. “Richie, how ya been?”

“Good, good. And you?” he asked.

Gesturing around me, I replied, “All things considered.”

Him and I looked at each other, not saying a word. I didn’t think words needed to be said with the looks on our faces.

Roy cleared his throat, causing me to look from his son’s eyes to his own. “As much as I would love to get down to business, I don’t think now would be appropriate.”

Confused, I asked, “Get down to business?”

“It means that my Pops, here, wants to join forces. Combine the families together,” Richie explained. “Just for business, not personal.”

I smiled a little to myself, looking down. “Never mix your business life and personal life.” Looking back up at Richie, we both finished my father’s quote, “Or someone will wind up either hurt or dead.”

My name was then called by my mother. I said my goodbyes to both Boyle men then walked over to my mother, putting my arm around her shoulders and walking her to the car.

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“Look, I don’t care how much he fucking owes. Get me my money!” I slammed the phone on the receiver, sighing as I sat back down in my seat and closed my eyes. “Fucking men.”

“Aww, we can’t all be that bad.”

I opened my eyes, seeing Richie leaning against the doorway to my father’s– my office. “Yes. You all are that bad.”

Gesturing with his chin towards me, he asks, “Who and how much?”

“You remember my father’s right hand, Donnie Ward?” I asked.

Richie nodded his head, folding his hands in front of him.

“It’s him. Apparently, when my father told him that I would be taking over the family business, he got all pissed and stole two grand. Now, my guys are trying to find him to get the money back.”

Knowing what my answer was going to be, Richie went ahead with the question that I knew he was going to ask. “And what are they going to do when they find him?”

I stood, placing my hands flat on the desk. “Blow his fucking brains out.”

He smirked. “Good answer.”

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“I should be taking over, not her!” Donnie bellowed.

I stood there, checking my nail polish as my guys went on their torture spree on Donnie.

“Doesn’t matter, Don,” I singsonged. “This is a family business. You’re not family.”

“Being your father’s right hand made me family!”

I looked at him, seeing the trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. “Not in my book. My father died and left the business to me, and only me. My siblings wanted nothing to do with it. They hated this job, especially this part. Now, you can either tell me where my money is…” I said, trailing off at the end.

Walking forward, I grabbed the gun from Thomas, my new right hand. I walked over to Donnie, standing about a foot from him before raising the gun, putting the barrel right between his eyes. “Or I’ll blow your fucking brains out myself.”

Donnie scoffed. “You wouldn’t. You’re too sweet for that. Daddy didn’t–”

“We found it!” Charlie said. “In his apartment, under his bed.”

“Now, you don’t have to kill me,” Donnie chuckled.

“Ohh, but I do,” I said. “See, you did my father wrong. Told him to take all the bad deals while you went behind his back and took all the good ones for yourself. You personally put my father through hell with this business. I’m having to clean it myself. But you know what I won’t be cleaning?”

His eyes stared into mine, waiting for my answer.

“Your blood off the floor,” I sneered before pulling the trigger.

Once the reality of what I had done started to sink in, I backed up on shaky legs, handing the gun back to Thomas. “Take care of the body. I don’t care how or where, just get rid of it.”

Nausea started to set in as I made my way back to my office. Once I stepped inside, I started to almost panic, feeling hands on my shoulders.

“Hey, hey, take it easy. What happened?”

I turned around, seeing Richie standing there.

“I shot Donnie. I fucking shot him.”

“Where?”

“Between the eyes.”

He gave me a look of sympathy, pulling me into him as I started to cry. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve all been there.”

“Not you,” I pointed out. “You’re too chicken.”

He chuckled, which caused me to chuckle in return. We looked at each other before he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen from its hold. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. “I promise.”

I couldn’t help myself as I stood my toes, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back instantly. Our lips moved in sync before my lungs felt like they were catching fire. Pulling away from him, slightly, I took a quiet breath in, feeling his forehead press against mine. “Our families,” I whispered, taking another breath in.

“What about them?”

“They’re combined.” I looked Richie in the eyes, seeing nothing but adoration in them. “You’re mine now. You always have been, and you always will be.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N 2: i forgot this was done in first person pov, lol. but let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i hope i did richie justice!

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Posted on December 7, 2023

#richie boyle x reader #richie boyle x reader insert #richie boyle x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader insert #dylan o'brien x y/n

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Patch You Up - Richie Boyle

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Richie Boyle x Reader Word Count: 803 Warnings: angst, mentions of guns, mentions of blood, mentions of needles and stitching, fluff Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | Secret Dating | Assassin AU | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes, from this list! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend! A/N: Hi, friends! My first Richie fic! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Richie. Fucking. Boyle. What can I say about Richie Boyle? He’s funny, charming, handsome, can make any suit look good, and a gangster. Hm. Guess I can say a lot about Richie Boyle.

A little background; Richie and I met through my friend, Mable, who also happened to be his ex-girlfriend. She worked at a tailor shop here in Chicago with a fella from London named, Leonard. She had asked me to go with her to work one day, so I did. Richie just so happened to be there, talking with Leonard about something his Pop said. She introduced us that day, and by that night, Richie and I were sitting in my living room apartment, drinking whatever our drink of choice was, and the rest is history!

We’ve been together for about a year now, and it’s been great! Sure, it’s had its ups and downs, but I’m thankful for it all! Before Richie, I wasn’t happy in my last relationship. I always felt like the other guy was putting me down just for trying to be me. Richie doesn’t do that; he lets me be me.

I was standing in my kitchen when I heard knocking on my door. Putting the tea bag in a cup of hot water, I turned around, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards the door. Right before I opened it, I heard a small groan, seeing Richie on the other side, clutching at his side.

“Hey, doll,” he groaned. “Can I come in?”

I moved out of the way, opening the door a little more for him to enter. I saw red on his crisp, white shirt that put my ass into gear. “Oh, my god. You’re bleeding!” I moved to stand in front of him, moving his hand from the spot he was holding.

“It’s nothing, baby,” Richie said. “Really.”

I grabbed his arm, moving him through my apartment to my bathroom. I sat him down on the side of the tub, quickly moving to grab my first aid kit that had my sewing kit hidden in it. “Tell me everything. Who did this?”

Grunting, he said, “Fucking Francis.”

I sighed heavily. I didn’t like Francis. He was trying to steal Richie’s spot as his Pop’s boy. “Stupid fuck,” I whispered. “Ya’know, if I was there, I woulda done something.” As I moved back to kneel in front of Richie, I heard him chuckle lightly.

“And what would you have done?” he asked.

I looked up at him, then at his chest, thinking. “I don’t know. But, I woulda done something. No one hurts my man and gets away with it.” I opened my first aid kit, grabbing my sewing kit out of it, sterilizing the needle before threading it. “Were you shot or stabbed?”

“Shot, but it’s more of a graze.”

“Let me look.” I moved to unbutton his shirt, Richie helping me. I helped him carefully remove his jacket before helping to remove his shirt. I looked at his wound, grimacing slightly. “Damn.”

“Doesn’t look as bad as it feels,” he groaned.

“Don’t move.” I stood, going back to my kitchen as I grabbed the whiskey he keeps over. My heels clacked against the floors as I moved back to the bathroom, taking a swig of the dark liquid. “Swig,” I said, handing him the bottle.

“What are you gonna do after?”

“Well, I have to sterilize it,” I said, looking up at him from my kneel. I swear, the look he gave me made me want to laugh so hard that I’d cry, but I suppressed my laugh, taking the bottle from him. “I’m sorry.”

Before he would say another word, I poured some of the whiskey onto his wound, pained groans coming from him. I could tell he wanted to thrash around, but he contained himself from doing so. Quickly, I grabbed my needle and was ready to puncture his skin when I looked up at him. “This might hurt.”

He gave me a look that said he was unamused. So, I looked back down at his wound, taking a deep breath before puncturing his skin with the needle. He groaned in pain, tipping his head back while trying not to stomp his foot.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, over and over. Once I was finished, I cleaned up the area before putting some healing ointment and a gauze pad over it, tapping the pad in place. I looked up at him, seeing him panting in pain. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, placing my hands on his thighs, resting them there.

He placed a hand on my cheek, my head tilting into his touch. “It’s okay, baby.”

The love I have for this man is unreal.

“Thank you,” he finally whispered.

“You’re welcome,” I smiled. “I’ll patch you up anytime.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i hope i did richie justice!

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Posted on October 29, 2022

#richie boyle x reader #richie boyle x reader insert #richie boyle x y/n #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader insert #dylan o'brien x y/n

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harringtonstilinski · 3 months

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Richie Boyle x reader where she’s a waitress at a local diner he frequents because of her. He openly flirts with her and eventually ask her out on a date to the movie theater and buys out the whole room just for them and fingers her in the middle of the movie.

hi, anon friend!! i changed this up a bit, i hope you don't mind!! tbh, when i wrote this, i had actually forgotten the whole diner part of this request which i feel terrible about.

i hope you like this and forgive me for my error!!

i am also extremely sorry this took me forever and a day to get out!! i had a lot of writers block back when you requested this. i'd been thinking a lot about it since the new year and have finally busted this out for you!!

i'm sorry if it seems rushed and a little on the shorter side!! like i said, writers block, lol

again, i hope you like this!!

mastermind - richie boyle (smut)

*i posted this two days ago and forgot to answer this... i'm freaking terrible, lol.

#answered #anon friend #request #richie boyle x reader

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wildflowerdylan · 2 years

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MARBLES

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing : Richie Boyle x Reader

Warnings : 18+ content, mentions of domestic violence (please read with caution), violence, mentions of needles, and cursing.

There’s a loud, pounding knock on the door. Mr. Burling, the shop’s tailor, looked up, wiping his face for a moment before standing up and walking towards the door. He looks at the desk that is typically occupied by the young girl with the abusive, power hungry father. It was empty as it always is after 5:00 PM. He smiled slightly, reminiscing on the kindness she brought to the shop once her father let her have a piece of his monarchy. Burling peeked through the window to see Richie wrapped around Francis. He opened the door quickly and let the two angry mobsters in.

“Get him on a table! He’s been shot!” Francis says, pulling the boy covered in blood into the backroom. Francis swings the boy on the table with the help of Mr. Burling, but not without the shouts of an increasingly angry Richie. “Sir, he needs a doctor.” Burling says upon examining the boy. Francis shakes his head, “Fuck no. There are a thousand blue boys outside. We have to stay here.” Burling shook his head, holding pressure on Richie’s body. “He’s losing too much blood and there is no way to tell if there is internal bleeding or not. Master Richie needs a doctor. The wound needs to be sealed.” Francis shakes his head again. “Sew him up.” Burling looks at the boy with shock. “I can’t” Francis pulls his gun out and cocks it back, pointing it at Burling. “You’ve got a needle and thread. Sew him up,” Burling shakes his head softly, knowing this can’t be a good idea. He gets Francis to grab the cloth and apply pressure as he goes and grabs a needle, thread, and a bottle of whiskey to sterilize the wound and needle with. Francis continues to hold the gun onto the older man. “Fuck no. Get the fuck away from me.” Richie says as he watches Burling pour the liquor on the needle. Burling ignores the boy, pouring the alcohol on his wound next. “Fuck!” Richie shouts loudly. Francis grabs the boy and holds his mouth shut for a moment, shushing the young man. Burling looks at the situation with worried eyes, still in belief that this is a bad idea. “Let’s go!” Francis shouts at the older man, swinging the gun up and down. Burling nods his head softly, preparing to put the needle in as Richie protests. Just as the needle is about to pierce Richie’s skin, Y/N walks in.

“What the hell is going on in here?” She says from the other room, looking at all the blood on the floor. “Miss Taylor, I suggest you stay-” Y/N cuts Burling off, “Oh my God!” She walks over to Richie’s side, taking Francis’ spot to hold pressure on his wound. He looks over at her with a soft smile. “What did you do?” She scolds. “He got shot because he was too fucking slow.” Francis speaks, still pointing a gun at Burling . “Francis, I suggest you put that gun down.” He scoffs at her, “Not until he sews Richie shut.” The girl looks at Richie, who looks pissed, before looking back at Francis. “Put the gun down and he will.” Francis rolls his eyes, “Why don’t you act like a good girl and shut the fuck up, Y/N.” Richie groans, “Just put the fucking gun down, you prick.” Francis listens and sets the gun down, but not without attitude. He walks out of the room shortly after, deciding to keep watch instead of dealing with everyone else. Y/N nods softly at Burling to continue whatever was happening and Burling agrees reluctantly. “I need you to hold him down.” The older man nods softly, she nods her head once before looking at Richie with soft eyes. A small tear drops down her cheek catching the boy’s eye. “I’m gonna be okay, doll.” The girl nods with a soft smile, moving to hold his arms down. “Let’s do this, English.” Richie huffs, speaking his endearing nickname for Burling.

Burling sticks the needle through Richie’s wound a couple of times as Richie hollers out and thrashes around slightly. He has a soft spot for Y/N, but he was still beyond pissed at the situation. The girl held him down the best she could, but soon was able to let go when the boy passed out from the pain. “Help me turn him over?” Burling spoke quietly, motioning for Y/N’s help. She nodded once and pushed him onto his side, seeing the much bigger wound as the bullet had gone straight through the boy. Burling proceeded to sew that hole up much easier than the front hole. He then helped wash off the blood surrounding the wound and then left him to rest on the table with his back against the wood. Burling looked over at the girl who had now realized the extent of blood that was all over her - something that she had never experienced before.

Burling progressed towards Y/N slowly, “Y/N?” He spoke softly. “Y/N?” He said again. She looked up at him as if he had snapped her out of her thoughts the second time. “Y-yes?” He tilted his head in sympathy, “Are you alright?” She nodded her head once, keeping her eye on the blood. “I just- I’ve never seen so much blood.” He nodded his head once. “Let me get something for you to clean up with.” She looked back up at him with a soft expression, nodding to say thank you.

“Burling!” Francis called out suddenly, bringing in a briefcase into the stage area where men could try on their newly made suits and buy accessories. Burling walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel, handing it to the girl who was still just standing in the doorway of the backroom where Richie laid. Burling walked out to Francis, past the girl.

“Yes, sir?” He asked politely, his thick British accent flooding the room for a moment. “I need you to watch this case well. If anything happens to it I shoot you and I shoot her.” Burling looks back at the young girl. “Sir, I don’t think I am the best choice to watch this.” Francis shakes his head. “I have to get out of here and make sure everyone made it out that could. I can’t take Richie and I can’t take the case.” Burling shakes his head again, “Sir, I am just a tailor. I am not-” Francis cuts the man off and slamming his gun into Burling's head, “Watch it or else.” Y/N turns around to look at the two men. “We’ll take care of it, Francis.” The two men look at her quickly. “Great. I’ll be back when I can. We have extra business to take care of.” Y/N steps forward, “What other business do you have here?” He scoffs, “Nothing that concerns you.” She shakes her head, “Then I guess this briefcase doesn’t concern me either.” Francis looks at the stubborn girl with anger. “Fine.” He walks forward and opens the case. There are three tapes in it. “News got to us about a rat. We need to figure out who that rat is. On top of that, resources are telling us that your father is about to pick sides and it isn’t ours.” The girl perks up, “Says who?” He shrugs. “Says the rat.” The girl looks at him with furrowed brows. “So, unless you can change your daddy’s mind, I suggest you just watch the case and fuck off.” Francis turns to walk towards the door, but it stopped again. “Francis.” She says, catching his attention. “I don’t want him to pick the Lafontaines anymore than you do.” He nods his head once in solidarity. “Let’s get this fucking rat, then.”

“What do we do now?” Y/N sighed, her chest pounding. “We just wait and hope that no one comes in.” She nodded her head softly as she moved to sit next to Burling. He sat in one of the leather chairs in the staging area turned study, sewing the sleeve onto a suit he had been working on for the past week and she was in the one right next to him, reading. The two sat like that for about an hour before a rustle came from the back room.

“Hi,” Richie smiles lightly. Burling got up quickly, pulling a chair over for Richie to sit in next to them and asking if the boy wanted a glass of water. Y/N stood up with him, insisting that the older man continue to sew as she grabbed those things for Richie herself.

Once everyone was settled in their seats again, Y/N opened her mouth. “So, Rich,” He snapped his head over to her, knowing well enough by now that her calling him ‘Rich’ usually meant something he wasn’t gonna like to hear was about to follow. “Francis told us about the rat and about my father.” Richie sighed, “Now why the hell would he tell you that.” The girl shrugged, keeping her eye on her book casually. “I made him.” He scoffed angrily, his voice sort of raising, “Y/N/I, you know I don’t want you apart of this shit!” Burling sat there quietly, listening to the conversation and feeling calmed that Richie at least seems to care about the girl enough to save her from the business her father was actually in. “Richie, I can’t just stand by and watch everyone I love get pulled into this and just do nothing!” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, already finished with this argument. Richie looks over at Burling and decides to change the conversation - something that Y/N hated, “Hey, English?” Burling looked over at the young man. “Thanks for fixing me up.” Burling nods his head, “Of course, Sir. But you still need a doctor’s look.” Richie nods once, “Well, you at least prolonged my life for now.” The two smile in unison before turning back to what they were doing before.

“Richie.” Y/N says after a few moments of the boy clearly avoiding the conversation with her. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Y/N/I. Now, can you go fetch me a cigarette, please?” The girl looks at him with an angry look before standing up and walking over to the cigarette box. She pulls out one of the small, thin white sticks. She walks back over to Richie, standing behind him and putting the cigarette in his mouth. She grabs a lighter from the man’s suit jacket, still behind him, and pops the trigger to light the tube. He breathes in the smoke, exhaling it softly. The girl walks back over to the cigarette box, walking it over to Burling to silently ask if he wanted one. The older man shakes his head no and smiles at her compassionately. She then walks it back over, setting it down in the spot she got it from. The girl then waltzes herself back to the chair that was right next to Richie’s and she sits down. The whole time, Richie’s eyes never left her body.

“Fine.” The man groans, causing both people to look at him. “What?” The girl asks innocently. Richie rolls his eyes, tapping off the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. “There is a rat. We don’t know who it is, but they’re trying to sell information to the Lafontaines. That’s what two of the tapes are. The other tape is about your father” Y/N sat up excitedly in her chair, “Okay, okay, so what are we gonna do when we find who it is?” Richie looks over at the girl suddenly, “We aren’t going to do anything.” The girl huffs, “God, Richie, why can’t you just let me be a part of your business.” The man shakes his head, “Y/N/I, I’m not excluding you because I don’t think you're capable. I’m excluding you because I don’t want you to fucking die.” The girl furrows her eyebrows softly. She goes to open her mouth to respond, but Richie doesn’t let her. “No, I don’t want to hear you argue anymore about it. I’ll let you in on the secrets, but I-I- You’re not a killer, Y/N/I, and I won’t let you become one.” The girl moves her gaze down to the floor softly. “Okay,” She nods, finally realizing what Richie has been trying to say this whole time.

“Well, what about my father?” Richie looks over at Burling for a moment. “Burling hates him just as much as I do, Richie. You can trust him.” Richie looks over at her for a moment before nodding. “Rumor has it that your pops wants to throw us out and become a full time partner of the Lafontaines.” Y/N shakes her head, “Richie, my father would never do that. He hates nothing more than losing the upper hand and giving into one side over the other is doing just that.” Richie nods his head, “I know.” Y/N looks over at Burling for a moment, confusion written across her face. “You know?” Richie nods again. “Y/N/I, I made the rumor up.” Y/N looks over at the boy dumbfoundedly. “What?” He twirls the cigarette between his fingers. “Don’t be mad-” Richie starts, but quickly gets cut off. “Don’t say something that will make me mad then.” Richie looks over at her with tension. “I did it because I knew the rumor would start trouble for your pops.” Y/N furrows her eyebrows again. “And the trouble might, well, it might get your pops killed, Y/N/I.” Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Richie! You-you-” The boy stood up and walked to crouch in front of the girl. “Y/N/I, your father is a horrible man and that says a lot coming from a guy like me.” The boy looked all over her face as he grabbed her hands and held them tight. “I can’t stand to see him hit you or your mother again. So, I did what needed to be done.” The girl looks at him almost in tears. “Richie, what if-what if my father finds out it’s you?” Richie looks at the ground for a moment. “That’s why we have to be very delicate about the situation and about that briefcase over there.” Richie pointed his cigarette towards said case. The three of them looked at it carefully before Richie went back to his seat and Burling went back to sewing.

Y/N sighs as she stands up and walks towards the case. She clicks it open, earning a sudden glare from Richie. “Y/N/I, leave it alone.” The girl looks back over at the boy pathetically. “Come on, Richie,” The girl whines. He looks over at her sternly, standing up and holding his wound. “What’s in here that’s such a big deal?” Richie sighs, grabbing two of the tapes out with a black line drawn on them. “These will tell us about whoever the fuck has been ratting on us.” Richie grabs the last tape, “And this will tell your pops who’s been ratting on him.” Y/N nods, grabbing the tape from him. “And that rat is you?” Richie nods reluctantly, “Sort of, but not really.” She looks at him to urge him to continue. “I didn’t rat on him as much as I…” The boy trailed off uncomfortably. “As much as I put a hit on him.” Y/N looked back at the tape. “So, why don’t we just destroy it?” Richie takes the tape from the girl, “Because I have a feeling I know who the rat is and I think this tape is going to help me confirm that.” He takes the tape and walks it over to Burling.

“Say, English?” The older man looks up kindly, “Yes, Master Richie?” Richie holds out the tape towards him, “Can you hide this somewhere? I don’t want Y/N/I or I to know where it goes.” Burling grabbed the tape and nodded his head. “Head to the front room. I’ll get you when I've found my spot.” Richie nods his head, grabbing Y/N’s arm, and walking quickly to the front.

Maybe twenty minutes later, Burling lets the couple back into the middle room. They all sit back down in their original seats and stay silent. Richie is smoking, Y/N is reading, and Burling is sewing. It went on like that for almost an hour until the buzzer went off. Burling looked over at Richie, waiting for permission, and then walked to open the front door. There popped out Francis.

“English, how’s Richie doing?” Burling locks the door quickly and follows Francis into the back. “Richie.” Francis greets, ignoring Y/N’s presence as a whole. Richie looks at the man emotionless. “I found a tape player,” Francis informs as he walks towards the briefcase. Richie stands up and walks towards him as well. Francis snaps the case open and investigates the tapes slowly. “Where’s the third tape?” Richie puts his hands in his pants pockets, “What third tape?” Francis licks his lips, turning angrily towards the man with the dark slicked back hair. “Richie, don’t play with me right now. Where’s the fucking tape?” Richie shrugs his shoulders, “I think that’s for me and my pops to know only.” Francis shakes his head, chuckling to himself angrily. “Fine. I’ll just take these now and go.” Richie steps forward and slams the case back down on the table. “Or we could wait for my pops.” Francis turns to the man angrily. “Richie, I’m doing this for your pops. Now let me go take them to the tape player.” Richie nods his head smugly. “I’m sure my pops will be here any moment.” Francis shakes his head impatiently, grabbing his gun from his pocket and pointing it at Richie. “I’m taking these tapes or I’m shooting.” Richie rolls his eyes, grabbing his gun out just as quick and pointing it at Francis. “I suggest you wait for my pops, you fucking prick.” Francis scoffs, lining the gun at Richie’s head. Richie stays still, playing it as cool as he can while still worrying about Y/N. The girl moved slowly towards the third drawer furthest away from her. She moved as unnoticeably as she could and she was seemingly getting away with it.

“Put the fucking gun down, Francis.” Richie demands. “Give me the case.” Francis retorts. The two were truly at a loss. Nothing was going to change unless someone comes in or someone shoots. “You know what?” Francis begins suddenly. “I have two tapes to destroy and one to deliver.” He shrugs his shoulders and smirks devilishly at Richie’s knowing face. “So, I don’t have fucking time for this.” Francis cocks his gun quickly and then two shots go off.

Burling runs over to Y/N quickly, grabbing her as she falls to the ground - Richie doing the same. “Y/N/I?” Richie says, holding her and pulling the gun away from her. Burling grabs it quickly and puts it back in its drawer. “Y/N/I, come on. I need you to talk to me, Okay?” Y/N finally nods her head, but she is still so focused on looking at the body on the floor in front of her. “Baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” Richie coos, rocking Y/N softly. “I-I-” Tears start to fall down her face. “I didn’t mean to become a-a-to be a killer.” The tears get heavier as Richie thinks about what he said a couple hours ago. “I just didn't want him to hurt you.” The girl turns to look at the boy in his sparkling brown eyes. “Y/N/I, darling,” Richie stops to wipe the tears off her face. “You aren’t a killer, you were just protecting me, okay?” Y/N turns away and looks back at Francis’ body. “Y/N/I, I need you to repeat that back to me, okay? I need you to tell me you aren’t a killer and you were just protecting me.” Richie makes the girl turn to look him in the eyes again. She nods her head softly, letting her tears calm down. “I-I’m not a killer, I was just protecting y-you.” She nods again and moves to look down at the ground. Richie watches her as she does so and then pulls her to engulf her in a hug. “I love you, Y/N Taylor.” The girl listens as the boy she’s been seeing professes his love for her for the first time verbally. She looks up at him softly, “You love me?” He smiles and grabs her cheeks, “Yeah. I love you.” She smiles softly, “I love you too.”

“Y/N, Master Richie? I hate to interrupt the lovely moment, but there is a matter of dealing with the body…” The two turn towards Burling quickly and then look at Francis. “Y/N/I, you go up front and wait for my pops. English and I can handle this.” Y/N looks at him, nodding her head slowly, and walking out front. Burling shuts the door and moves to grab a towel for the blood. “Do you think he’s actually dead, English?” Richie says, looking at the body suspiciously. “I don’t know, Sir.” The two look at each other with concern before grabbing the body and moving it to go out back. They drop the body and Richie pulls out his gun. He points it at Francis’ head and then turns to Burling with a smirk, “I’m gonna enjoy this shot, English.” Richie turns back to the man on the ground. “God, he’s put my family through so much hell and Y/N through even more than that.” English looks at Richie empathetically for a moment. Then he watches carefully as Richie finally pulls the trigger, letting the bullet destroy Francis’ skull.

The two walk back in silently, prepared to get the Boyle family’s cover up crew to go out back and take care of the mess. Richie proceeds to shoo Burling off to be with Y/N as he cleans up the mess by himself. He cleans up the mess carefully and then walks over to the sink and cleans himself off the best he can. The boy looks up at himself in the mirror for a moment before rubbing his face and walking out as he combs his hair back with his fingers.

“Alright, Y/N/I, everything’s fine now-” Richie stops in his steps when he looks up to see a couple of men holding Y/N and Burling with guns to their heads. “You really have grown into quite a young business man, Richie.” The dark voice compliments. “It’s such a shame that you chose to waste such potential on my little girl.” Y/N scoffs quietly, earning a glare from her father. “That’s enough out of you, Y/N. Now come here.” The guard lets go of the pretty girl, watching carefully as she walks over to her father’s side. “Look at me, girl.” She moves her head upward to look her father in the eyes just as he swings his hand back and hits her across her face. Richie moves to help the girl up from the fall she just had, but is quickly stopped by the multiple guns pointed at him. “I knew I couldn’t trust you yet, but your mother insisted.” He pauses. “Now, you both will have to pay.” Y/N looks up at her father from the ground, “No, please!” She cries, “Don’t hurt mom, just me, please!” Tears well up in her eyes as her father grabs her up from the ground aggressively. “That’s enough.” He pushes her back into the corner angrily. “Burling, over to my daughter.” Burling nods softly and walks over to grab her, pulling her back into the middle room and out of sight.

Burling pulls the doors shut then walks over to the girl carefully, “Quiet now, I have a plan.” Y/N looks at him with worried eyes, but nods her head regardless and walks with the older gentleman.

Meanwhile, Richie is getting laid into by Mr. Taylor. “I don’t know what to do with you, Richie.” Two of the three guards are now holding tight onto the young man. “I could kill you.” Taylor pauses. “I want to kill you. Especially to punish that no good daughter of mine.” Richie scoffs. “You can’t kill me.” Taylor chuckles at the boy’s confidence. “No, Richie, I can’t.” He pauses again. “But I can hurt you.” Taylor takes one step closer, “Really,” and another, “Really,” one more, “Bad.”

Richie yells out as Taylor moves to cut into the boy’s skin. Y/N turns quickly, being stopped by Burling as she could ruin the plan. The girl nods slightly with tears in her eyes. Richie continues to yell out horribly as Burling and Y/N try to quietly move around and gather the weapons that Burling has hidden in his shop. “Y/N, darling, are you sure you want to do this?” Y/N turns to look at Burling, nodding, “I’ll take care of my father if you can grab the other two.” Burling nods at the girl once before letting the two burst out the doors.

Burling shoots at the men holding Richie, giving the boy enough time to grab the gun in his pocket and shoot one of them dead, Burling shooting the other one. Y/N shoots the man protecting her father in the arm and leg, letting Richie turn swiftly and shooting him in the chest. Leaving Mr. Taylor completely vulnerable. The man scoffs arrogantly, “What do you think you’re going to do, Y/N?” He shakes his head and walks closer to the girl with the gun pointed at him. “You won’t kill your own father.” The girl takes this as her chance to scoff this time. “I can’t wait to dance on your grave.” She says through gritted teeth, pulling the trigger quickly and shooting her father in the neck. The older man falls to the ground with his hand wrapped around his neck, gasping for air. He grabbed his neck immediately, falling to the floor. Richie walks over to Y/N slowly, then he pulls his gun up and points it at him.

“Don’t.” She says, “He deserves to die in a slow and painful way.”

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