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For The Sake of the Game

Richie Jeremovich x F!Reader From these August Prompts: “Flirting"

A/N: YOUR HONOR I JUST SIMPLY LOVE THEM SO MUCH <3 Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Alludes to sexual situations, flirting, cursing.

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You remember sitting on your couch when Carmy left and then you remember standing at Richie’s door. The middle was a little foggy, all you knew was that now you were standing at Richie’s door at 12AM and needed to come up with a reason.

He opened the door and immediately you remembered everything just by seeing him.

“I don’t have a name.” You pushed through him and into his place.

“Come on in.” He mumbled.

“I don’t have a name and I just spent the entire night watching TV with Carmy and listening to him talk about fuckin’ Claire. Did you know Claire was back? Apparently Claire is back. Also, do you know if he’s working on the menu with Syd? We were watching fuckin’ Jeopardy reruns and he really should be working on the menu and I should be working on a name and the blends.”

“You’re throwing a lot at me right now, sweetheart.” Richie’s eyes were closed as he tried to wrap his mind around everything you said.

“You were asleep?” You turned around and realized you were standing right in front of him. You stood there a minute and really looked at Richie, really took in the sight of him.

“Yes, I was asleep, it’s 12AM.” He hummed and opened his eyes to look at you.

“That’s what you wear to sleep.” You pointed to the oversized jersey shirt he wore.

“It’s comfy and it’s a good luck thing.” He looked down at the shirt and picked up the bottom hem before making eye contact back with you.

“But the Bulls don’t play tomorrow.” You pointed to the red mascot patch resting on his chest.

“But the Cubs do.” He nodded once like what he said made complete sense.

“Soooo, why not a Cubs shirt?” You were intrigued by whatever the hell this was.

“Because it doesn’t work like that.” He said it so absolute, like you should know exactly what it was that he meant.

“You’re throwing a lot at me right now.” You repeated his sentence back to him. He smiled at that and shook his head in a touche kind of way. “I don’t want it to be awkward.” You blurted out without thinking twice.

“What?” His face twitched back slightly at your sentence.

“Between us. So what? We sleep together. I enjoy your company. I’d like to think you enjoy mine, so like, it doesn’t need to be awkward.” You were rambling, it was out of nerves but also truthful.

“You think it’s awkward between us?” Richie asked seriously.

“I think it’s awkward between us.” You nodded confirming his sentence.

“Okay so it won’t be awkward.” He shrugged, his voice coming more to it now from being asleep.

“Okay.” You said with confidence.

There was a silence that fell over the two of you now. One might have described it as sort of an awkward silence.

“So you wanna think of a name?” Richie interrupted the quiet.

“There’s no way I can come up with a name right now.” You let out a chuckle and brought your hands up to your eyes rubbing them as the exhaustion settled in.

“You wanna stay over?” He asked, you could hear the confidence behind the statement that was quickly sheltered by his following words. “We can brainstorm up some type of business plan and make things not awkward.” Now he was making jokes, the smile on his face was cute, it was flirty, but your lack of response caused Richie to go into ramble mode. “I say that cause like I know my way around a business plan, I helped Mikey out with a few, nothing special, and they didn’t get finalized, but–”

“Yes.” You cut him off, very eagerly. “Yes to staying over and yes to the business plan.”

“Alright.” He nodded and moved to clean off the table and grab a notebook.

“Alright.” You plopped into the seat at his kitchen island that was now pretty empty and clean.

The two of you made notes on multiple pages of the notebook, Richie making points about things you’d likely have to find solutions and answers for and you making notes that either Richie had the answer for or you spent some time googling to get more information. Honestly, despite the exhaustion between the both of you, it was fun. You needed some outline of what to do with your coffee brand and product and this was that. It felt good to be working on it and having someone help you that also believed in it, and you.

“I get the jersey thing now.” You interrupted your work session.

“You do?” Richie asked, sitting next to you now.

“It’s a jinx thing. It’s not basketball season, it’s baseball season, which means you wear the basketball jersey before the Cubs play to stir up the "Chicago magic" because wearing the baseball jersey would jinx everything.” It was a long winded answer and honestly made little to zero sense.

“Exactly that.” He slammed his head on the table in excitement.

“It makes no sense.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“But it works.” He shrugged.

“And it looks good on you.”

Richie immediately looked over at you, shocked at what you said.

“You flirting with me?” He smirked, trying to cut his embarrassment with a joke.

“Maybe.” Your eyebrows raised and you shrugged your shoulders. “Any rules about taking the jersey off and back on in the same night?”

Richie’s smile didn’t fade as he stared at you. “Not sure, never done it.”

“What if I wore the jersey?” You stared back into his eyes, trying to say so much to him through a simple look.

“Again, we’re entering into never been done territory here.” He swayed from side to side breaking your eye contact likely because the flirting was making him nervous.

You never really did this part of things both times you, well, you know, and all the other times you flirted were mindless, harmless fun. This was intentional, this was direct and clearly new for the both of you.

“Maybe…” You paused, not sure what Richie’s reaction to what you were thinking of saying was going to be but decided the only way to find out was to say it, “we could test it out.”

Richie’s reaction was to lean over and kiss you. It was intense, it was thrilling, and it was everything to you. It didn’t take long until you two ended up in his bedroom, but it did come after a vigorous makeout in the kitchen area, one that would have made the health inspectors of any restaurant kitchen provide an F rating immediately. Your notes and thoughts ended up scattered on the floor in the heat of it all, both of your clothes left in a trail as you made your way to his room, jersey included. Not that you were keeping track but this might’ve been the best night you spent together yet, the last two were great but they didn’t feel as effortless as this time, although you would have described each time with Richie as effortless, truthfully. You felt safe with him, you felt comfortable, and even more than that you always enjoyed time with him.

You remember waking up early in the morning as Richie was getting up for work, you were groggy and still half asleep. At that point you only had a couple hours of sleep so everything was foggy. The memory you did have was of him telling you he had to get Eva to school but that you didn’t have to get up and that the spare key was…somewhere for you to lock up whenever you got up. That ended up being 12:30PM. You were thankful that your co-worker switched shifts with you to the late afternoon time slot and it allowed you to get those extra hours of snooze time, it also allowed you to soak in the fact that you were at Richie Jerimovich’s place. You hadn’t been here, ever. You picked him up a few times, dropped him off, but other than that, you had never been inside.

Getting out of bed, you followed your trail of clothes and placed them back on as you made your way back to the kitchen table. All your notes were in a stack on the table with a k-cup, breakfast granola bar, and note. You couldn’t help but smile at it before picking it up to read.

All I had laying around, don’t fuckin’ judge me. Spare key is in the light to the right of the front door. Had a really good time last night, also…think you got yourself a business.

The last sentence made you look down at all your notes, he was right, you had the starts of a business here, the start of your own coffee product and plan. Your smile would have been contagious if you weren’t alone. The idea that this was all happening was making you feel giddy, that mixed with the irony that after all the planning for your own coffee blends you were about to have a Keurig coffee cup was honestly bringing you a lot of joy.

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As you left work, you were surprisingly in a good mood for working the later shift. It helped that everything from the night before was still fresh in your mind. Walking home early evening was your favorite commuting time, the streets weren't packed with people, the sun was setting so the sky was oranges mixed with dark blues. As you continued to stroll, you walked by someone smoking a cigarette with a cubs jersey on.

“Hey, sorry but do you know if the Cubs won today?” You stopped walking just to ask him.

“Yea, 6-4.” He said exhaling.

“Thank you.” You grinned and pulled out your phone.

You 7:15PM Heard the cubs won.

Richie 7:16PM Sox play tomorrow, you should come over. Richie 7:16PM For the sake of the game.

You 7:16 On my way You 7:17: For the sake of the game.

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