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Never Forget You-Part 1- Richie Jerimovich x Female reader. 18+ MDI

Warnings- A brief smutty part, but other than that SFW.

Authors Note- Here is the first part of a mini series I am working on:) This story will have a lot of flashbacks written in (hence the pic of baby Ebon in the header image). The flash backs take place 2009-ish. Richie would be 30-ish and reader is 20, Ebon is probably younger than 30 in that pic, but I wrote flashback Richie with his longer floppy hair 🫠 I hope you all enjoy this! Life has been a bit busy, so it might be a couple weeks for an update.

Word count- 3,373

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Your phone dinged. You reached into your pocket to see a text from your friend Elizabeth. A few days ago, you informed her that you were headed back home to visit. She was shocked. Your friendship had faded to video calls and Facebook messages. It had been a few years since you saw her. The reunion was long overdue.

Hey! Since you are back home for a bit, would you wanna meet up? There’s a cool new restaurant called The Bear I wanna check out. Heard it’s amazing!”

“sure! I’d love to. How does Thursday sound?:)” you replied.

“My calendar is clear! I’ll meet you there at 9pm. Oh btws wear something nice. It’s quite the swanky place. Reservation will be under my last name. See ya soon, girl,” you replied with a smiley and a thumbs up. You looked up from your phone and took in your surroundings. Your heart ached at the memories. His laughter, his brilliant smile, and his stunningly bright blue eyes. It was like you could hear his voice on those warm Chicago summer days. Sharing a bag of Chicago style popcorn here on the pier. It was like time had frozen and you were twenty again. You thought you could handle it, but you couldn’t, even after all these years.

“Y/n! Let’s go get something to eat,” your brother hollered, pulling you from your memories. It was for the best. Stay too long and it would begin to hurt again. You had bottled it up for so long, and now it was threatening to spill and he wouldn’t be there to patch the hole this time, that you knew for certain.

You typed “The Bear, Chicago” in the Google search bar. You took a sip of your mint tea while waiting for the results. At the top of the search results, you saw a few pictures of what seemed to be a group of staff in front of the building. You clicked it, and it soon opened up across your laptop screen. “The Original Beef of Chicagoland soon to become a new establishment; The Bear.” The headline reads. Air escaped your lungs from a certain person in the photo. Standing amongst the group of people was that familiar tall lanky man; Richard Jerimovich or more commonly “Richie”. The surrounding air suddenly felt thick. It had been years, over a decade, since you last saw him. He now sported a short haircut, close to his scalp, instead of his shaggy mop of brown curls. The years had added some age to his handsome face. Those blue eyes still pierced through you like lightning, even through a photograph. Thoughts and questions had flooded your mind. You recognized Natalie and Carmen Berzatto. Where was Michael? You wondered. Your eyes went back to Richie. He had a flat expression on his face. You remembered always begging him to smile.

“Richie! Just smile,” you said enthusiastically “Nah, real men don’t smile for pictures, doll.” He smirked. “You’re smiling, loser.” You laughed as you posed for the picture. The flash went off before you could make another comment. After the photo was taken, Richie looked at you with an amused expression. “Turns out a beautiful girl like you makes a man smile.” he winked. He always knew exactly what to say to make your heart take off into a frenzy. Your fingers tangled into his curls, pulling him in. His lips found yours in a soft, yet demanding, kiss. “Get a room!” You hear a boisterous voice yell with laughter. Richie pulls back, your body still wrapped in his arms. Mikey sits up on top of the counter. He takes a big swig of his beer. Your point and shoot blue Sony digital camera hanging from his wrist by the strap. Richie chucks his empty beer can at him. Mickey dodges it gracefully. “Fuckin’ jagoff!” Richie grumbles before leaning in for another kiss.

The memory made your heart ache. Days like that were the best. You were young, and hopelessly in love. It had been fifteen years since that part of your life. You were twenty then. Richie had ten years on you. Richie and Mikey were your older brother’s best friends. You grew up around those two abrasive, but loveable men. Riche had always been your crush for as long as you had remembered. To your surprise, Richie had felt the same. At first, your brother wasn’t thrilled with the idea of his best friend dating his much younger sister, but he eventually accepted it. Despite the age gap, you were both completely, or so you thought, in love. During that time, you were convinced that your future was set. But, life had a cruel way of taking those hopes and dreams and crushing them til they were nothing. The thought of possibly seeing Richie again, after all these years, terrified you. What would you say? Would he ever care? But, most of all, would he even remember?

You sat across from your old friend, Elizabeth, in the swanky both at The Bear. Your hands were clammy and your knees were jittery. Richie had to be here. You could feel his presence. When you were younger, you could always feel him in a room, like a sixth sense. “Girl, you look great these days!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she took a sip from her glass of water. “Ah, thanks..not keeping up on any skin care routines, or doing any hot yoga. I go to bed with makeup on my face and stuff my face with popcorn while watching The Voice.” You chuckled. Elizabeth always had it all together with perfectly manicured nails, honey blonde highlights always touched up, and designer clothing from Saks Fifth Avenue. She married a marketing executive at twenty-three. You came back home from the wedding but kept a low profile and stayed far away from The Beef to avoid Richie. You desperately wanted to see him, but you couldn’t go through another heartbreak, especially with it being so fresh then. Elizabeth’s belly was slightly swollen due to her being three months pregnant with her second child. “Tell me about it. I eat enough dill pickles to keep Vlasic in business,” she chuckled. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a familiar man approach our table. My eyes met Neil Fak, a friend of Mikey and Richies, and also a former mechanic of The Beef. Apparently, he had stuck around. “Hello, ladies, could I interest you in our wine?” He asked in his familiar voice with his friendly smile. “I do find it to be the best.” He says in a loud whisper. His eyes travel over to meet yours, his body freezing with a look of surprise on his face. “Y/N?” He says with astonishment. You nod slowly. “In the flesh, you add.” You had always liked Fak. He was a sweet man who had a joyful and carefree nature. “Hiccups is back.” He stated, using your old nickname, his eyes still full of surprise. When you were nineteen, you got hiccups rather frequently. Richie had given you the nickname. Almost everyone at The Beef, or those tied to it, had a nickname from Natalie, who was called Sugar, to Richie, whom Mikey called cousin, even though they were not related to the Berzattos whatsoever. “I’ll have a glass of wine, and my friend here will have water.” Elizabeth was probably wondering how you knew your server. She knew Richie, but didn’t know the rest of The Beef crew back then. After you left Chicago, Elizabeth knew to not speak of Richie. Maybe your brother had told her not to? “Neil Fak at your service,” He proclaimed with a salute before turning away and heading towards the door to what you assumed was the kitchen. “You know him?” Elizabeth asked after he was out of earshot. “Yeah, an old friend.” You shrugged. You hoped you could steer away the conversation and not bring up Richie, and the reason why you didn’t want to come here. But, to your demise you felt him before you saw him. The hairs on the back of your neck were alert, and the shaking in your knees got worse. It was now time to face the inevitable.

“I need covered on table nine, man! A glass of water and wine,” Fak said as he came rushing into the kitchen as I helped Syd organize orders. “Not now Fak.” I grumbled. “Seriously man! I’m gonna piss myself.” He groaned. Sydney shot me a glance. “I got it,” she whispered. “Fine, go piss. But you owe me.” I grumbled. “Oh, thank god!” He said with relief as he hurried towards the staff bathroom. “He seem off to you?” I ask Syd as she meticulously scanned over the ordered. “Just Fak being Fak,” she shrugged. I let out a small chuckle and headed towards the swinging door towards the dining room. Sweeps had the glass of water and wine waiting at the bar. I gave him a nod and grabbed them headed toward table nine on auto pilot. Two women sat across from each other at table nine. “A glass of water and a glass of wine for two lovely ladies.” I said with my best customer service voice. I’d admit, I was good at the charm. “Thank you.” The woman with honey blonde hair said with a warm smile as I sat her water down. I turned towards the other women. My heart stopped. There was y/n looking absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me. “Richie?” Her sweet voice said, and the sound of her silky voice sent my hands shaking. The wine glass slipped from my hands, causing the chatter in the dining room to still as glass shattered on the floor. “Fuck!“Fuck!” I muttered as red wine splattered all over y/ns dress. She grabbed a napkin and began blotting the spots. “No, no. Come on, babe.” I said, while grabbing her arm. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” I said as she rose to her feet. I glanced at her friend, who looked completely confused. Y/n didn’t pull her arm away as I helped her to the kitchen. It felt like old times. She was still so soft, delicate, and feminine. I ran my fingers along the underside of her forearm. A small whimper escaped her lips, causing my dick to twitch. Oh how I missed those pretty little noises.

“What the fuck Richie!? Get her out of the kitchen!” Carmy screamed, causing y/n to jump. He froze as he took a look in our direction. “y/n?” He asked, his eyes wind. I nodded as I hurried her along. I needed to get her alone, also help her get out of her wine stained dress. Unfortunately, I don’t think she would no longer be comfortable stripping around me after all this time. I bet her sexy body looked even better. Her curves had filled out, her tits fuller. I bet she looked lethal under that dress. I wanted to worship her body, show her how much I missed her after all this time. Show her I still had it after fifteen years, hear her scream my name as I buried..oh fuck! I needed to get it together.

She sat down in a chair in Nat’s unoccupied office. “Here.” I said hand her my old shirts from The Beef that I had stashed in my locker. “So you wear a suit now.” She smirked. I chuckled “Yeah. Does it look ok?” I winked. “Oh, I prefer The Beef shirt and your track pants, but you clean up well.” She said as her pretty eyes looked into mine. “Let me go find you pants or something.” I said as I began to leave the room. “Wait!” she said. I turned back around and took a sharp exhale as she pulled down the strap or her dress. “You’re playing a dangerous game, babe.” I growled as I closed the distance between us. My hand cupped her breast, while my other hand rested on her hip.“I don’t know where to even begin..I missed you. Is there even a word for missing someone too much?” I whispered as I squeezed her breast, causing those pretty little sounds I desperately loved hearing again. “Richie, we need to talk. We have fifteen years to catch up on. I need answers. I can’t just hook up with you and it will all be ok again.” I sighed. She was right. I was a complete horn dog, but in my defence, she started it by being a little tease. Reluctantly, I removed my hand and gently replaced her strap to her dress while placing a gentle kiss on her lightly freckled shoulder, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. Her eyes froze when she saw my wedding band on my finger. I was stupid and didn’t take it off, like I knew I should have. A few weeks ago, I finally accepted that Tiff and I were done. I still respected her. She was the mother of my child. What we had was good, but nothing like me and Y/N. And here she was, looking confused at the sight of my wedding band. “You’re ...married,” she said in a nervous whisper. “Was.” I confirmed. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with her. “I had to move on y/n. I couldn’t wallow in my misery. I had too.” I said. “I called you, I wrote you…I did everything Richie, for over a year. And here you once claimed you couldn’t live without me. That one day we would get married, have a family, live happily ever, and all fairy tale that bullshit.” I could hear the pain in her voice. I wanted to take it away, to hold her. But I knew that wasn’t smart. I felt anger boil to the surface. “You pushed me away, remember? You said you need space. Well, baby. You got over a decade of it. Happy now!” I said with my voice raised. “I was young, Richie! I was only twenty. I didn’t know what I wanted.” She said with her voice breaking. Sighing I pulled her into me. “I was young then too sweetheart. But, so much has changed since then.” I wanted to tell her about Eva, about how The Beef became The Bear, and how Mikey was no longer with us. I’ll admit I got her letters and read them all. Hell, I read one just a few weeks ago. I still loved her, I never stopped, even when I was married to Tiff, even after losing my best friend. Maybe I was an idiot for still loving the girl who broke my heart, and I definitely was a bigger idiot for letting her get away. Both of our hearts broke fifteen years ago, and I was determined to mend them both back together. “Richie, we can’t just put a bandaid on this.” She whispered into my shoulder and I held her. She still smelt like the familiar heaven…Adidas moves for her. That’s all she wore back then, and clearly she never stopped. Her scent was like home. “I know, babe. I know.” I whispered back while breathing her in. “I know..” I continued as I held her in my arms like I had so many times before.

Your POV

When you were sixteen, your grandmother gave you a scrapbook on your birthday. Throughout your teens and early twenties, you filled it with movie ticket stubs, magazine clippings, stickers, and photos. It always traveled with you in your suitcase. The memories were one of the most important things you could hold in your possessions. You flipped through the pages, pausing every so often to bask in the nostalgia of the 2000s. You chuckled at your past self as you saw the last few pages decorated with cute hand-drawn hearts and your lipstick marks. The last few pages made your heart still. Plastered across the slightly worn pages were several taped on pictures of you and Richie, and some with Mikey and your brother. You ran your fingers over the photos as if to relish in the past.

“Richie and Me <3 3/17/2009” His 30th birthday. Your curly handwriting read under a selfie of you and Richie, peace sign and duck lips at his birthday party. You chuckled at the cringy 2000s photo trend. You carefully pulled the taped photo off the page to inspect it closer. The memory came rushing back.

He insisted that you didn’t make a big deal about his birthday. Saying that birthdays were never a big deal in his family. But, as his girlfriend, you did make it a big deal. “Did you enjoy your party?” You asked as you both laid in your bed. Your mom didn’t let Richie spend the night or come over at all. After all, you were twenty, an adult who could make her own decisions. Everything about your relationship with Richie was something she hated. He was ten years older, had a dirty mouth, and a rebellious attitude. She had always welcomed Richie and Mikey into her home as friends of your older brother, but once she caught you and Richie dry humping in the backyard, she forbade him from coming over. Little did she know Richie had grabbed a roll ladder to climb into your window.

“Terrible party.” He teased as he kissed your forehead. “Seriously babe. Did you like it?” You asked, looking into his sky-blue eyes. Richie smiled, which always made your stomach flip. “Sweetheart..that was the nicest thing anyone has done for me. I don’t know how you managed to get Mikey to close down the beef for the night and to keep a secret.” “Well, I have my charms.” I grinned while playing with the chain around his neck with the cross. “Seriously though, I pitched the idea to Mikey a month or so ago. The dude loves you so much, and…so do I. You’re special to us, and we wanted to show you. At your favorite place, with your favorite food, your favorite people. “You’re forgetting my favorite thing, babe.” He whispered, pulling you tight. “What’s that?” You asked. “You, gorgeous. I have everything I need. Friends I call family, the most crazy yet awesome job ever, and most importantly the most beautiful women in the world as my girl”

Tears threatened to spill as you took your trip down memory lane while looking at the old photographs. You closed the book and shoved it back in your suitcase. The sight of Richie earlier that night brought back all the old feelings from the feeling of first love, the nights spent with swollen lips, quivering thighs, and his raspy moans. The laughter from him, Mikey, and your brother’s stories and antics, and the horrible feeling of that first heartbreak. I was never this emotional. The last time I cried over Richie Jerimovich was the last time I swore I’d ever cry over a man, and that was fifteen-ish years ago. Now here I was, pathetically crying over someone I said would never get another ounce of my tears.

To be continued………..

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