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Hey can you write a fic where Dylan is going to the Mets opening day and y/n sents him that family guy clip about the Mets? https://youtu.be/okXhAC78d4Q?si=hPQY-YY2pBCjCNkD or she quotes it and also recreates it by throwing his hat down 😂

I will watch the clip and def try 🤭 sounds hilarious

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Holy shit guys!!! I didn’t realize I was gone for that long!! Long story short— I had my daughter in February 2023 and my mom passed in April 2023 so last year was extremely rough. I am looking to get back into it though!! I still have some requests I can filter through and continue writing to post! If I were to make stories longer and maybe get into Amazon publishing— what would you think of that!? Gif is not mine

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Hi all!

I know I have slacked on posting. First pregnancy in full swing at 25 weeks. Been exhausted and writing def hasn’t been on my top list. I apologize but I am not gone.

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Congrats on your pregnancy! 💕 first time? How are you feeling?! Prediction: it’s a girl! 💕💕💕💕

Hi, darling!!! Yes it’s my first! 🥰🥰🥰 I’m feeling alright. Week 10 and 2 days as of today (7/26/22) due in feb 2023!!! I would absolutely love a girl ♥️ 💕

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A/N: hi all! So sorry for being MIA! Being newly pregnant is kicking my butt! But I did manage a story for someone. The tag I have is mushroomgirl420 but nothing comes up when I search. Please tag!! And without further ado here is a mitch x reader! ————————————————————————

“I won’t talk unless I’m dead,” y/n stated through the bloody lip she had. She got kidnapped while her and Rapp were aboard on a mission. She was so blinded by her target and was about to snipe him when Mitch shouted in her ear piece that there was someone on the roof with me. The napper and y/n fought hand to hand until it suddenly became 4 on 1.

“I’m coming, y/n!” A shout from her ear came.

“Time to bail,” she said and started running to get off the roof. She couldn’t take on all 4 alone without getting her ass beat in the process or even killed. The odds were against her. She could hear Mitch’s breathes in her ear as he ran up the stairs. He kept begging her to hang in there as he ran.

One guy got in her way and she tried to bowl him over. It ended up not working and he launched her so close to the edge of the building.

“Almost there y/n. Just hang in there.”

“Mitch I am running out of options,” she huffed, careful to dodge hands trying to either push her off or grab her.

A body slammed into her causing her to go over the side of the building. She was hanging onto the edge for her life.

“Mitch!? I need help! I’m dangling off a building!” She screamed. This was not the way she was going to go. No answer from

Mitch but she could hear more fighting going on. She took it upon herself to see if she could hoist herself up and over. 1 guy flew off the edge, landing on the hard ground below.

“Hang on, y/n!” He shouted. It was like an echo as you heard from the ear piece and from above on the roof. A hand appeared and grabbed bother her wrists pulling her up. She was super thankful for mitch as she was hoisted up. As she was going up, she realized it was Mitch. He was on the other side fighting. Who was this that grabbed her?

“Why hello there,” he smirked. It was the target. He had her in a very vulnerable position. He let her wrists fall but quickly brandished a gun and pointed it at her head.

“Walk.”

“I’d rather die.”

His companion wielded a knife and slashed her cheek.

“I said walk.”

She walked.

Rapp finally launched the last one over the edge and turned to help y/n and his face fell. He seen y/n with a gun to her head and a knife wound to the face. He stood up to his full length and approached.

“Let her go,” he boomed.

“Not until you give me what’s mine!”

“That’s not my call. I’ll ask again to let her go.”

“You think I care about her? I could kill her here and now and it wouldn’t matter. Then I would kill you and I would still get my plutonium back.”

Y/n’s eyes start to sting, tears threatening to fall. She has never been in this situation and to think this is how she would go was heartbreaking.

“Mitch don’t give it back,” she cracked, “if this is it then just go.”

“I’m not leaving.” He raised his gun but that only resulted in a shallow stab wound to the side. She screamed. It would haunt Mitch forever.

“Go!”

“No! Not without you y/n.”

“This is touching but since we’re at a stand still I think I’m going to keep her for a while. You stay there or I’ll just have her stabbed to death. That scream was really beautiful.”

Mitch took a step, gun still raised. Y/n was jerked back, the knife now closer to her neck. She debated on just running so that Mitch could shoot but she knew that would result in her dead either way.

Y/n was able to bring back the old Mitch before Katrina died. Y/n wouldn’t say that they were a couple but they have had their share of tender moments. This was killing Mitch to not be able to help her.

“I’ll find you,” Mitch affirmed. Y/N shook her head and walked away. She didn’t want to die this way. She was part of the fucking CIA and they didn’t die like that. She spoke very low so that only mitch could hear in the ear piece.

“Shoot right.”

Mitch didn’t have a lot of time to react before y/n broke away to the left. He was fast with a gun and thankfully landed a hit on the guy who held the gun, knocking it to the ground close to the edge of the building. Y/n jumped the guy with the knife and kicked it out of his end and turned it onto him. As revenge, she sliced his cheek and held the point to this Adam’s apple.

“Should I slice you now? Maybe stab the apple?”

“Y/n, stop.”

She put some pressure and a drop of red came. She wanted revenge from getting kidnapped, even if it was only for a few minutes. Mitch kept yelling at her to leave him as they needed to get going.

“Y/n!” She heard him but also didn’t care. No one tried to kidnap her. No one. She kept putting pressure until he started begging. That’s what she liked to hear.

“That’s it. Beg.”

The gun was still near the edge of the building that was long forgotten about by Mitch and y/n. Mitch was attempting to get y/n from committing an unsanctioned hit. A bang rang out and a white hot pain shot through y/n’s arm. Mitch turned and seen the guy he shot a few minutes ago barely standing with the gun in his hand.

This was just enough time for the man to knock the knife out of y/n’s hand and turn it on her, slashing the bullet wound. She yelped in pain and was then shoved to the ground.

She is yanked by her hair and directed to the helicopter that has now landed. She was half dragged and half walked to this chopper by him. Mitch stood by the other after shooting him again, turning just in time to see the chopper take off with y/n inside. He has failed her. He ran toward it attempting to jump on the leg to climb up. He misses as it was too high.

He watches it fly away with his y/n inside. He couldn’t lose another girl. He would rather die rather than let another girl die on his watch. He flicks out his cell phone and calls Stan with the bad news. He advised to come back to base to discuss the next steps of the plan.

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Sorry guys!!! Life has been really hectic with work and I found out I am expecting so just hang with me.

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Richie Boyle smut

Yes. I am working on some already 😉

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Alright y’all! So I totally thought this was a request but maybe it wasnt. Please tag yourself if this was your request! Gif is not mine.

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Y/N stood at the bar fuming. She hated the way Mable flirted with Richie. She ordered another Scotch and threw it back, it not making it any easier to see him with her. Y/N was not a trusting person by nature having grown up in the mafia in her home country. She has been in America since she was 10 years old and can conceal her accent if needed.

Richie and y/n kind of grew up together their fathers having been friends since y/n moved here. She loved Richie but he did not feel the same way. He loved her like a sister and nothing more. Maybe that’s why y/n didn’t trust Mable. She seemed to perfect for him. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger.

“You know, you two should get a room,” she hissed. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves at all.

“Aww, y/n, and leave you here all alone?” Richie asked.

“Not like you’re talking to me anyways,” y/n mumbled as she sipped her scotch this time.

Mable just stood there. She knew that you guys grew up together and typically didt get in between you guys. Although, sometimes y/n wished she would just so she can show her whose boss. She can’t handle Richie. A real woman is the only one who can and that was y/n. The women are trained to manage the boys and the boys are trained to do tasks, example being kill, steal, rough up others.

“Such a stick in the mud,” he said under his breath and motioned for another drink.

“I think youve had enough,” y/n spat.

“And I think someone’s jealous,” he gave her a side smile. Mable hid her giggle.

“Yeah, ok,” she sipped again, “if I’m jealous of you then I must be more drunk than I thought. Anyways we have to go to discuss tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Mable asked, she knew a lot but not everything.

“Nothing for you to know,” y/n spat again. Her big boobs smooshed on the bar top, leaning in to push the glass back. Being short at only 5 foot, she wasn’t that ferocious but she could handle her own.

“Got damn, woman, you are being a bitch,” Richie stated. Men typically never spoke that way to women, but in the business it was negotiated.

“So what if I am, I am you’re superior and I said move it.”

“I can take him over if he doesn’t want to go now,” Mable finally spoke, “I have to get going anyways as I have to work in the morning.”

“Yeah, see, y/n, Mable can take me.” He pointed at her.

“Whatever,Boyle. Be there.” And y/n strode out, her bubble butt attempting to bounce in her trousers but they were too snug.

“Short and mighty that one,” Richie said as he downed the last of his drink, “let’s go doll face.”

Mable started up her car and Richie gave her directions, “is y/n jealous of me?”

“Of you? No doll face. She’s just like that,” Richie replied and lit a cig.

“Well she has nothing to worry about. I’ll take good care of you,” she cooed.

Richie didn’t say anything at first, just enjoying the ride. They were passing the Taylor shop and Mable stopped.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I just have to run and get something, I’ll be right back.”

She flittered away from the car and disappeared from site. Another car pulled up behind him as he waited. He noticed in the rear view mirror and was getting his gun ready without moving too much as he didn’t want to give it away. Car doors sounded and he jumped out ready for a gun fight but so we’re they. 2 shots rang out before a shouting came from the group.

“Richie!? Oh shit,” it was Francis.

“Jesus, Francis! Why’d you shoot me!?” Richie held his hand over the wound and fell to his knees.

“You look real suspicious in the car. Wanted to be sure no one was jacking our spot. Let’s get you inside.” He hoisted Richie up and out his arm over his shoulders. They busted through the door and Mable was no where to be found. Mr. Burling was there, startled by the racket.

“Master Richie, Francis. Good evening. Are you hurt master Richie?”

“Yeah, he’s got a marble. Can you take it out and sew him up?” Francis spat as he dropped Richie on the table.

Mr.Burling was looking over the wound and moved Richie around, “I’m afraid he needs a doctor.”

“No he doesn’t. You can sew him.”

After some back and forth, Mr. Burling sews him up and Richie just laid there, passed out from the pain. At this point, a lot of time as passed since the meeting was to have started. The phone rang and Francis ran to answer.

“Yeah?”

“Where the fuck are you?” Y/n’s voice rang out.

“We’re at the taylor shop obviously, all because richie got shot—“

“He what!? I am on my way. Don’t fucking move.” And with that the line went dead. Francis looked at the phone and put it back on the receiver. He noticed there was only one car in the street now. He didn’t think anything of it until he realized it was the car Richie got out of. Who was here with him?

“Hey richie, rise and shine,” Francis called out and splashed some water on his face. Richie came too for a few moments but was very pale.

“What the fuck man!”

“Y/n’s on her way.”

Richie’s face was all scrunched up, “shit. She’s gonna kill me. Literally.” He looked around for a moment, “where’s Mable?”

“Mable wasn’t here, sir,” Mr. Burling stated.

“Yeah she was. She said she had to grab something and I was waiting in the car for her,” Richie recapped. Mr.Burling just shook his head.

“There’s no car out there now,” Francis stated.

“Maybe she just came to the front and didn’t come see me,” Mr. Burling stated.

Y/N busted down the front door just then, stomping through.

“Richie, you better have a damn good excuse.” She shouted.

Francis just stifled a laugh as he knew Richie was going to get it but y/n turned on her heels to him.

“You. I said to find him, not shoot him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t take a simple order-“ she kept going. Her 5 foot frame becoming redder with anger and she kept getting louder shouting at all of the men in the room.

“Hey, cool it-,” Richie put a hand on her shoulder and he was met with an elbow to the ribs. He howled as she was right above his wound.

“That’s what you get for not listening to me about Mable. She just left your ass,” she was in his face. Mr.Burling just stood there, not wanting her wrath but he could help but notice that Francis went to the parlor.

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Hi all!

Sorry about delays! Work has been absolutely crazy! I haven’t forgotten!

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Hi! I’m sorry if I am taking a long time on requests. My job changed a little and I’ve been adjusting. I haven’t forgotten!

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Guys! Head on over to my TT @dreamsfromthesandman! I wanna start a following on there as well not just for my writing but for me as a person.

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This is random but I was wondering if you could do a fanfic about y/n getting kidnapped and Mitch rapp saves her!!! Mostly fluff maybe a little bit of smut🥴🥴

Yes I can but it will most likely be a little bit 😊

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So I had this idea for a Rapp fic. I’m working on it with some requests but I’ll def be posting that. It will def be a more 18+ story with smut, swearing, blood, etc but read at your own risk! Mitch approves ⬇️

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Hi, y’all! This is a request for @superherosdystopiafreak

I may do a part 2 but wanted to get opinions! Enjoy!

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“Richie! Stop it! Someone will see!” Y/N squealed in delight as Richie tried to kiss her. Y/N wasn’t a fan of public displays of affection but Richie didn’t care.

“C’mon baby, no one’s lookin’” he said in his thick chicago accent, dramatically looking around for people.

Y/N gave in and gave him a peck on the cheek. Just then gunshots rang out. It was the LaFontaine’s. They always needed to stir up trouble with the Irish clan. They were always trying to power play the streets and get in on some action to make money. Dirty money. The kind of dirty money that leaves people dead.

“Y/N? Y/N are you ‘ight?” Richie reaches for her.

“Richie? What happened? We’re we part of a drive by?”

Y/N has no clue what her boyfriend does for a living. She thought he was in sales, judging by his suit.

“We need to go to the police,” y/n states firmly as she gets up from the ground.

“No! No cops,” Richie was firm.

“Wha-? Richie, we were shot at. Don’t you think it’s a bit worrisome to have people firing guns as you when we did nothing wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong, y/n. It’s fine. We’re fine. Let’s just forget about it,” he shrugged, dusting off his coat and fixing the collar. He slung his arm around her shoulders and light his cig that appeared out of no where.

“I told you to stop that habit,” y/n tsked and grabbed it out of his mouth.

“Ay! Where do you think you’re doing,” he took his arm off her and pushed her away from him.

“Well excuse me to watching out for your health,” she huffed. She crossed her arms in front of her, showing her annoyance.

Richie realized his mistake and tried to get close to her again but she shrugged him off. He attempted again but it yielded the same result.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you?” He stood in front of her, stopping her stride.

“Well if you’re going to act like that I can walk alone.”

“Dont be ridiculous,” he rolled his eyes.

“Me? Ridiculous? Yeah, ok. Why don’t you look in the mirror, Richie. We were just shot at and you act like nothing happened. You don’t want to go to the cops and you won’t talk to me. What’s a girl to do?” She ranted.

He eyed her up and down as she always looked hot when she was worked up. He showed her a lopsided smile. He slowly started circling her, taking her in from all angles.

What she doesn’t know is that they were being followed by Richie’s guys. They were lurking in the dark shadows of the old chicago buildings. Half went off after LaFontaines and half stayed with them.

Maybe it was time he showed her his world? He thinks she could handle it.

“What are you doing?” She asked, perplexed as to why he was walking around her.

“Sizing you up baby doll. It may be time for me to show you what I do,” he snapped his fingers and out of nowhere there were men all around. Y/n panicked a little as there were so many guys and she was not used to being in the middle of them.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” She pressed.

“You’ll see. Take her,” he got into a car that appeared without looking inside. Two guys grabbed her arms and guided her towards the car as well. She put up a struggle as it seemed as though he was kidnapping her.

“Either you come willingly or they will force you,” Richie’s voice rung out of the vehicle.

“I am not getting in a car with you,” y/n stated.

“Suit yourself,” he replied and the two men physically picked her up and put her in there with him. They slammed the car door and the driver immediately started driving. He put his arm around her shoulders ina protective manner pulling her closer to his side.

He kissed her hair, “ relax baby doll. I’m not gonna hurt ya.” She stayed silent afraid her own voice would betray her.

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Richie has A Softspot

A/N: this is for @stilldevotedtostydia. I’m sorry it may be a bit short and it is a one shot but I think it’s very cute 🥰 I hope too like it.

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The rain was pounding on the windows of the car. It was a cold night in Chicago and the fog outside was dense. Richie and his girlfriend, Y/N, we’re on their way to the hideout.

“Can’t you go faster man?” Richie was impatient, like always. He liked riding high and fast unlike his pops who was old fashioned and preferred to be concise and low profile.

“Sorry, Richie, it’s really foggy and I can’t see very well,” the driver pointed out.

Y/N knew what Richie did. He wasnt exactly quite or anything about it. She had to admit it turned her on. He let out a huff in frustration.

“Richie, calm down. We will get there,” y/n assured reaching for his hand. She was the only one who could slow him down and he wanted to bring her in to the fast lane.

“C’mere, doll face,” he cupped her cheek and brought her lips to his, “do you know— you’re the only one who can bring me back when things get rough?”

“Yes, I do. I wish you would leave this life behind and be normal,” she sighed. She has tried convincing him to leave the mafia but he simply wouldn’t. He was too used to the high profile life he had made. The fancy suits, the delicious food, and of course being treated like royalty.

“Now why would I do that? Why don’t you come to the fast line doll?” He countered.

Y/n had to admit, she did like the life. However, she couldnt and never would kill for anyone. She wouldn’t devote her life to someone else. She wouldn’t have freedom.

“You know why, Richie,” she spoke softly. She shook her head and had a frown upon her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You wouldn’t have freedom,” he mimicked her, “even though I said it wouldn’t be like that.”

“You’re technically not the boss so what you say doesn’t matter.”

“Not yet. But I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I love you doll face,” he leaned down and slowly kissed her. He cupped her face gently and deepened the kiss. She reached out and threw her arms around him. He was warm and smelled like his aftershave.

The car halted suddenly making Richie break the kiss. He was slightly annoyed that he had to break the kiss and rolled his eyes at the driver.

��We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver droned.

“Thanks buddy,” he patted the driver on the shoulder and looked at y/n, “show time doll. Let’s go.” He reached for her hand and brought her outside. Two men stood at the door and let them inside. It seemed to be a fancy comedy club y/n thought. He led the way to the front of the crowd and pulled out her chair. She graciously sat and a glass of wine was poured. He sat next to her and he also got a glass.

The comedy show was great and had y/n and Richie laughing uncontrollably. Afterwards, he led her back to the car. He was warm around her, guiding her back to the waiting car. He nuzzled her neck and let out a tired yawn. Y/n let out her own yawn and snuggled into him. It felt like only seconds when the driver pulled into her home.

“Baby? Wake up,” Richie softly shook y/n.

“Yeah?” She mumbled

“We’re home,” he still softly shook her, not wanting to jar her too much.

“I just want to sleep,” she complained while turning her head away from him.

“I’ll just carry you,” and with that he got out and went around to her side. He opened the door and reached around to unbuckle her.

“C’mon babydoll,” he carried her, bridal style while she clasped her arms around his neck. She was breathing deeply, taking in his cologne. He managed to get the door open and too her upstairs. Taking off her heels one at a time he seen her colored toes. He smiled knowing that the color would be matching her dress. He never took this good of care to a girl before. He usually was much rougher but y/n was special. He wanted to make her feel special.

“I’m going to go babydoll,” he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Stay,” she mumbled in her sleep.

It didn’t take much convincing to make him stay. He took off his coat, tossing it on the nearby chair of her vanity along with his hat and shoes placed under it. He knew the driver would leave anyways after about 10 minutes. Ever the gentleman, he laid with his clothes on and slipped under the blankets. He spooned her and just lay there staring at her until he fell asleep. He knew that she was the same me for him and his last thought before drifting unconscious was that he would ask for her hand in marriage.

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So after this most recent submission I have a question for y’all. This doesn’t mean I won’t write lol but it’s just a question. What if I chose to be a writer for hire?

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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!!