#inter:richie

[darkxr-darkxr]

@richiebrkshr​

Leaning back in Richie’s office chair, Sammy kicked his feet up on to the desk and got more comfortable. Any second now his little brother was gonna come bobbing through that door to the surprise of a life time. Sammy was back. He was back and every motherfucking worm that had anything to do with their fathers death was dead. If anyone was going to understand why Sammy had flown the coop to get that all sorted out, it was going to be Richie. At least he hoped so. Business was business. Richie had always had a mind for it. Sammy had always had the hands. Hands to get dirty and rip people apart with. 

Case and point, the heart currently sitting in the middle of Richie’s desk. 

It had, at one point, been beating away in one of Willian’s best friends chests. Now it was on Richie’s table. A little gift to apologize for not coming to his aid when he heard about the beating. Sammy would have come. He wanted to but Richie had Connor and, Sammy had thought at the time, Ophelia. Things turned out more complicated for their younger sister but Richie was still alive and thats what mattered. 

“Heya, Richie.” Sammy cooed as the door opened. “Miss me or what?”

[wildblood]

Getting back into the swing of things was probably the best thing Sammy could do for his mental health. While staying with Chris was good, and needed for those two weeks, he also needed his family. He needed to be with the brothers and sisters he still had. The ones that weren’t backstabbing bitches. More than anything, Sammy wanted to get back at Amelia for hurting them. For hurting him. For leaving the family to pick up the pieces of what she left behind. Part of that meant tracking down each and every one of the rat-fucks that followed her out the hotel door. 

Now, it wasn’t an easy task from a bed, but Sammy had his ways. Tracking phones, tracking credit cards, cars, hacking into security cameras, on and on the list went. The O’Shea’s had people for all of it and when he’d gotten the call that one of Amelia’s lackies had slipped up and used an old credit card at a bar in neutral territory his life ended. Sammy had grabbed his gun, his Richie, and headed out the door with the promise of a surprise. One which he was right behind them playing pool. They sat at the bar, and Sammy watched the guy in the reflection of his phone to make sure he knew when he left. “That’s your present by the way.” Sammy cooed to Richie with a smile. “Recognize Tyler Wilson? Might not since he shaved his head and dipped with the bitch.” He grunted in a low tone. “Rough him up, get him to tell us were some other guys are and then we can drop him at her doorstep without a head.” Sammy mused. “Or we could just leave the head. Up to you.” He shrugged, eyes still on his phone as Tyler moved around behind them.

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[blux-baby]

It was really hard to celebrate the fact that Blue was five days sober this morning when all he could think about upon waking was the guy he was looking at. After two nights apart from Richie, Blue half expected to open his eyes and not see the other man there. To be back in that hotel room with all those strangers. To have that nightmare still be going on. Thankfully, that just wasn’t the chase. He woke up slowly from the sun pouring into Richie’s bedroom window. The warm light tossed across his boyfriends dark hair and pale features. His smooth jaw line and slightly up turned nose had Blue smiling to himself. He didn’t exactly feel fantastic but in some ways that was just fine. After all, the past three days had been purely miserable. This morning he had a warm bed to stay in, last nights dinner in his stomach and, most importantly, Richie right there. Right in front of him. Shuffling forwards, Blue pressed a kiss to Richie’s forehead and snaked his arms around the other. Wiggling his way closer to Richie, Blue closed his eyes again and soaked up the others warmth. His ear pressed against his man’s chest the thumping of his heart beat almost enough to lure Blue back into a nice deep sleep.  “M’Tiger.” Blue mumbled against the others skin. His head tipped down to tuck under Richie’s chin. “Love my’tiger.” He hugged himself close to Richie once more before settling in and hoping that all the movement didn’t wake Richie up. That way he could lay like this just for another moment. 

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[blux-baby]

Pushing the front door open, Blue stepped into Richie’s apartment and let Dog go ahead of him. He wiped his feet off and bent down to unleash Dog before taking off his jacket and glancing around. The past few weeks with Richie had been hard. Ridiculously hard. He’d thought they where over after the last fight. Fuck, could he even really blame Richie for not wanting him? He checked off every box for red flags and then there was Poppy. God, his head hurt. Part of Blue wanted to erase the last two weeks of his life but then again... They were finally being honest. And hell, if they could get through this what was going to pull them apart? Blue pushed a hand into his own curls and slipped off his shoes, padding into the living room. This had almost all been lost. His home, his Richie. It was almost gone. 

He felt sick at thought. A weight pushed down on him as the door behind him opened and closed. Turning around, Blue put eyes on Richie. Tall, and strong. That dark brown hair framing his sharp jawline and bright, amber, eyes just perfectly. He, in no way, deserved any of the affection he got from Richie. Not after everything. “Hey, Tiger.” Blue greeted in a softer voice. He was still for a moment. Not sure if Richie wanted to be touched right now. Even if Blue wanted to hug him, and kiss him, and just be with him, he was still. He’d been so selfish already. Now was not the time to be selfish.

@chitownspcrks​

[wildblood]

Lugging the large cooler down to Richie’s office, Sammy actually started to feel it. Tired. He was tired. Past tired. Exhausted. Since the cruise, he’d been going non-stop. Sick of losing to people who clearly had much smaller dicks than the O’Shea’s did. Sick of losing in his personal life. He couldn’t take it. He needed to start making sure this fuckin’ city stopped trying to kill them. The O’Shea’s had been around longer than any of the other families and they’d be around long after the other gangs died off. If he had to put a bullet in everyone else’s brain to get that message across, so be it. 

Pushing the office door in with his shoulder, Sammy dropped the cooler down on Richie’s desk and lay down on the floor along side his brothers chair. Left in his hand was only a bottle of god knows what. Alcohol for sure but they were out of the good stuff. Although he’d showered, a few bits of blood still remained in his hair and on his hands. “Love isn’t real, Richie. It’s all fake.” Sammy stated before taking a drink from the bottle and holding it out to his little brother. “Disney lied. Those fucks.”

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[wildblood]

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There was something wrong with his little brother. Something completely off that Sammy hadn’t seen coming. It was upsetting, to say the least. He’d thought, if anyone, Richie would feel comfortable enough with him to talk when things got bad. Sammy was the king of fucking up after all. He couldn’t be less judgemental if he tried. And to hear it from Chester... It was just weird. Apparently, someone had died a long time ago and then there was this bit about Richie having a side thing and he was so fucking angry for no reason. No, no, this wasn’t his normal Richie. What was going on with him? Sammy had tried to reach out but all he got were walls. Fine. If Richie wanted to play ball, Sammy could play ball. 

He sat on the stairs by the front door with Duckie in his lap. She was asleep and god did he want to be. It wasn’t often that he spent the night at home anymore but tonight was different. Richie needed him and Chris would understand. He had a brother too, after all. Exhausted, Sammy kept himself awake by petting Duckie slowly but he had started to nod off when headlights flashed in the driveway. He sat up some. It was four in the morning. Jesus. He was too old for this shit. Carefully putting Duckie down, Sammy got up and opened the front door. He leaned against the doorway and watched Richie walk up to the house. “Thought you might have died there for a second.” Sammy pointed out. “Unless we’re both dead, then welcome to hell.”

[blux-baby]

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Since Blue started living with Richie, Richie has been eating a lot more vegan food. I don’t think Richie does a whole lot of cooking while Blue finds it very relaxing and enjoys sitting down to have meals with Richie at the end of a long day. He is, however, vegan. My guy is a softie for the animals and can’t take the idea of hurting them. Blue will make meat for Richie now and then but they probably eat vegan four times a week if Blue is cooking. 

They stay up way too late. With Richie having to paint whenever the muse strikes and dealing with ‘family matters’ whenever the time calls for it his sleep is all messed up. It doesn’t help that Blue is a stripper and that means he’s up late every night he works. On nights they stay in, they end up awake till six in the morning anyway. Fucking or watching Netflix or a mix of both. Then they sleep till one in the afternoon and the cycle continues. 

For Christmas this year, when things were perfect with them, Blue got Richie this silver chain. It’s small and has a little, silver, tiger on it. Richie also got him a very delicate silver chain, much smaller than the one Blue got for Richie, that had a small bird on it. Blue now wears that chair, the bird pendant, and his engagement ring around his neck at all times. 

They sleep completely tangled up in each other. Both Blue and Richie have long limbs but Blue is more lank than man. So, even if they fall asleep spooning or just doing a cute cuddle they always end up just completely twisted up. It's to the point that going to pee in the middle of the night is a nightmare. 

“Dog” aka Bolt, is Blue’s pride a joy. He spent a lot of time at Richie’s apartment while he was detoxing from Heroin. Once he was able to get out and walk Bolt, it really helped. Training him was also super helpful in keeping Blue’s mind in the right place while Richie was out. He loves that animal. He’d take a bullet for Bolt. What Blue won't do is call Dog Bolt in front of Richie. 

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