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[inriospocket]

hey i am in absolute awe of your works, could i request one where reader and rio has a 5 year old daughter and reader is sleeping late and rio has to do her hair but fails miserably.

Thank you sm! This one was a cute one to write. I hope you like it!

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Wednesday morning

word count ♡ 721

summary ♡ You're sick and sleeping late leaving Rio to do your daughter's hair for the school day

situation ♡ fluffy

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It had been such a long week even though it was only Wednesday but being sick made everything seem so drawn out. A mother and a wife were full-time jobs, so things needed to be done punctually but this morning, the bed felt better than anything else.  

“Mama?” Your 5-year-old called with the hair supply bucket in one hand. The medicine and the memory foam were too much for you to comprehend anyone or anything in that room, therefore your daughter was going to have to figure this out herself.  

You all had a strict routine so once you helped your daughter get ready for school, Rio would be ready to drop her off, but he noticed he had too much time on his hands while making her lunch.  

“Y/D/N, time to go!” He called, grabbing her bag and his keys. She didn’t come running so he called for a second time until he got irritated and walked to her room.  

There was one thing that could make him go soft in this world and that was his daughter crying. He was putty in her hands every time.  

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” He bent down to her level as she sniffled.  

“Mommy’s sleeping and I can’t do my hair.” She cried harder. He held her close and rubbed her back.  

“Alright, mama. Do you want some help?” he asked, knowing he didn’t know how to do hair but would be damned if he didn’t try.  

She nodded and wiped away her tears. “Do you need some more time?” He asked and she shook her head.  

He picked her up to sit on the counter in front of the bathroom mirror. “Whatchu want, a ponytail, a bun, daddy can do it all.” He said, hoping if he said it enough it would come true.  

“Braids!” She smiled, clasping her hands together waiting for him to get started.  

“You know I think a hat would be so beautiful on you, baby girl.” He tried to deflect.  

“But you said you could do it all.” She frowned. 

“Daddy lied”. He thought to himself.  

He nodded and pulled his phone out. “I’m just gonna reteach myself since it’s been such a long time.”  

He had seen you do braids all the time but couldn’t remember exactly how but time was just going by as he watched multiple tutorials, your daughter becoming impatient.  

“Daddy, can you just do a ponytail? I think I missed the weather song at school already.” She pouted, her little chin resting in her hand.  

He nodded and went to smoothing product in her hair before brushing into a ponytail but before he could wrap the scrunchie, she started tearing again.  

“Is it too tight?” he asked, letting go. She shook her head, her lip quivering.  

“Use your words, mama.” He said, setting the brush down.  

She wiped her tears with the back of her hands. “Sorry.” She spoke. 

“Don’t apologize for crying, we all cry.” he said, kissing her forehead.  

“Even you?” She looked up at him. Rio wasn’t much of a crier; he handled his sadness differently.  

“Sometimes,” he said and that was the truth. He shed a tear when mick almost died, and shed a couple for your daughter when she was born not only because she was the greatest gift but also because living was hard.  

“But even though you cry, it’s important that you can talk about how you’re feeling, right?” He said.  

She nodded. “I don’t like the ponytail.” She frowned.  

“It’s scary to be honest, isn’t it?” he asked, attempting to do the braids she initially wanted.  

She nodded, looking at him in the mirror now. “But it’s good to be honest otherwise people ain’t gonna how to help you or know how to treat you.” He explained, carefully intertwining each strand.  

“And people like you who cry are so strong. Sometimes it’s really hard to show that you’re hurting.” He made her feel on top of the world in just a few short words and he didn’t do too bad on the braids.  

He clasped a couple of barrettes at the ends, and she gasped in excitement.  

“You did good, daddy!” She turned around to hug him tightly.  

The best feeling in the world and he dreaded the day she’d be all grown up.  

[inriospocket]

ugh daisy!! i hope you’re doing well love. i know requests are closed but i thought of this shit while i was walking back from the train in the city and i started chuckling in my head. the idea of the reader dragging rio to couples therapy/marriage counseling because she has been hassling him about it for a min because he’s always away and he’s juss like im not doin that shit so the reader tricks him into going by saying she has an appointment nonchantly on the way back home... (1/?)

(2/2) and when he finds out what the deal is while he’s sitting there he’s not having it. legit he’s like “why tf did you bring me here?” “see this is what i’m talking about.” Agahahah. his s/o is just rambling on about a bunch of tangz he’s been doing as of late/been an issue in their relationship and he’s just like “that’s not me. iunno do that.” with his lip all twitched up in disbelief that is happening and that she’s airing out their dirty laundry...

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Again, sorry this is so late but I hope you enjoy it anyway! :)

One session

word count ♡ 1,042

summary ♡ Your marriage with Rio is struggling and you push the idea of marriage counseling.

situation ♡ angsty

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Your chest was heavy as you stood bent; your hands on your knees to catch your breath after your run. You used to hate running but after a while, it felt like you were finally able to run from your problems. 

At least just around the neighborhood for a while. Not to mention the high it gave you. The high that reminded you of what it felt like to be with Rio for the first time.  

Now, every day you wondered if you’d ever get it back.  

You found yourself feeling the bed for him, or looking out the window to see if his car was still there but soon, you got used to just being merely a roommate rather than his wife.  

“I think we should go to therapy together.” You brought up one day as you caught him before leaving out like usual. He stopped in his tracks, thinking for a moment until he went back to grabbing his stuff.  

“I don’t need nobody telling me how to run my marriage.” He said, shutting it down quickly.  

You sunk into your cardigan, gripping the knitted material as you grew upset.  

“Run?” You huffed. “Like this was some sort of business arrangement?”  

“Y/N, I’m not doing it.” He said for the last time and closed the door behind him.  

You felt nauseous when he said your name. Where was the mama? The sweethearts, the darlings, the baby girls? You wore this gigantic rock on your finger but it’s like you were married to a stranger.  

You started to question if he really loved you anymore and that was the last straw for you. Could there have been someone else?  

No, you couldn’t think like that.  

But what you could do was book an appointment because whatever the hell was going on, you were going to figure it out the most logical and reasonable way, at least you hoped. You were slowly chipping away, and you needed someone to listen.  

You texted him later in the day to see if he would drop you at your “appointment” because your car “broke down”. Of course, he tried to get Mick to do it, but you insisted he did it and eventually he gave in.  

Rio wasn’t an idiot though because once he pulled up to a completely different building than your usual provider’s, he figured it out.  

“No.” he said, keeping his foot on the brake and refusing to park.  

“One session, please,” You looked at him with desperation. “Just one.”  

He wasn’t doing it for you, you suddenly thought. He was doing it to prove you right that it would be a waste of his time and-  

“I just don’t know when we became at odds with each other.” You sat across from your counselor uncomfortably.  

Julie immediately noticed Rio’s apathetic, condescending stance. He clearly didn’t want to be sitting there.  

“Can you elaborate on that?” Julie asked, her warm eyes looking into yours. A small gesture feeling infinite after everything you’ve been carrying.  

“He’s just always gone, and doesn’t care to listen and,” You sighed, almost feeling defeated.  

“Okay, let’s try rephrasing that. Instead of saying he doesn’t care to listen, let’s say ‘I don’t feel like I’m being listened to.’ We’re going to be focusing on individual responses and then we can come together. Does that make sense?” Julie explained.  

You took a deep breath as Rio irritated a sigh. “I feel alone, like a stranger to him. I feel like there’s something missing, and I want to be listened to because how I feel should be important.”  

Before Julie could get a word in, Rio gave his input. “I'm so sorry you don’t think I listen.” he said, condescendingly.  

“Don’t you dare make me feel crazy.” You said, your ears burning as you saw his cool stare.  

“See this is the shit I be talkin’ about.” He shook his head. 

Again, before Julie could interject, you decided fuck it to keeping your cool. Rio knew he was in for a treat when you casually started to laugh.  

“When you were fucking dirt broke, who had you even though I was piled in debt? Huh? When your brother let you go to jail, who put money on your books and drove 2 hours after my night shifts to make sure you were good?”  

“Cousin.” He had to correct, and you were a pinch close to losing it.  

 “I am the first person you call when something goes wrong regardless of what it is, and I got you and you continue to gaslight me and patronize me. I won’t condemn you, Christopher because I never have to worry about money and these lavish things but it’s all material,” You hesitated after you said that hoping Julie would take over, but she knew somehow you needed this.  

“All I wanted was you and you want something, or I guess someone else,” You pressed your eyes shut hoping it couldn’t be true, but your intuition is a hell of a feeling. You felt the old you, the vulnerable young girl, knowing the only thing she could trust is herself. 

Rio’s expressions turned into guilt once he felt the pain radiating.  

“You’re never home anymore. You don’t touch me. Why does it always have to come down to this?” You broke down.  

“It was one time.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his hand under his chin.  

You bit your lip to fight back the rest of your tears. “Thanks for your time.” You told Julie and walked out.  

You walked back to the car, wanting to throw up as he called your name again.  

Rio knew he fucked up but not like this. A part of him was in denial about what could have happened next.  

“Look at me, mama.” He said and it felt so foreign to you. You looked up at him, and he knew in that moment you would never in a million years look at him the same.  

Looking at him, you knew; your intuition was telling you.  

“The craziest thing is, Rio, I know you wouldn’t do it again,” You chuckled through your pain.  

“It’s just never going to be enough of a reason for me to stay.”          

[inriospocket]

Are your requests open or closed? I'm getting mixed messages. It says open on your blog description but then there's a post that says they're closed.

So sorry, I fixed it. Still closed for now until I finish the ones I have!

[inriospocket]

daisy!! how are you doing? i know you have exams so please feel free to get to this anytime. i got let out of my previous job position and i’m currently confused because of the explainatoon that was given and job searching again. would love to see how rio would act to the reader in that same scenario after he notices she’s either got too much time on her hands or just hasn’t been doing her regularly scheduled program for work. (1/2).

(2/2) also would love to know if she’d confront her boss or whomever about letting her go to begin with or would rio? i just see a ton of angst, fluff, and protective vibes from rio in my head so please feel free to do with these ideas what you will! i hope your exams good/went great 💕. you’re a stunning star ✨💖.

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I know this is very late but I'm hoping you were able to find another job or another path you feel better on. If you're still active, let me know! I'd love to know if you're doing better. Enjoy! :)

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Respectfully, fuck you

word count ♡ 1,036

summary ♡ You’ve just been let go from your job and Rio has noticed an abnormal amount of free time you’ve had.  

situation ♡ angst/fluff

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“But, why? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, scanning your manager’s eyes for answers.  

You could see his cold stare shift into a look of guilt, and he looked away, keeping his hands busy with loose paperwork on his desk. 

“Please clear your things. We’ll have your last check in your account by Friday.” He said without another word.  

You hadn’t known a day without working. You could say since you were the eldest of 5, you’ve always had some sort of job. Since Rio and you got together, he had been taking care of everything which he encouraged but you wanted to work anyway. But with the excuse of the bills being paid, and you just getting fired; you had simply nothing to do but think.  

Everyone else would have been ecstatic to have a break, but it only filled you with more anxiety. Rio started his days early and almost always ended late, but he did happen to notice that you were still in your pajamas when he came home for lunch each day.   

“You’ve been calling out of work or somethin’?” He mentioned as he set a bottle of water down for you. 

You shook your head, mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the tv.  

“Wassup then?” He asked again. 

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him that you got fired yet. You were just so stuck in your head all this time.  

“They fired me.” You said, and you could see the mental wheels turning in his calculated head.  

You read him very well from the soft to cold stare when he turned that inner switch off. He was obviously more upset than you were. 

“Bet,” he said instantly. He didn’t ask for any explanation knowing he didn’t need one. He already had his plan together to fuck your manager up but as soon as he opened the car door to leave, he almost instantly closed it back.  

He knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was more concerning that you weren’t sad, or even angry. You were simply just existing. He concluded that it was no longer up to him to defend you. This was something you needed to work through on your own, but he would just have to give you a push.  

“I was hoping you’d change your mind about breaking his fingers.” You joked as you saw him come back inside.  

“Actually, his thumbs. Can’t do shit without your thumbs.” He made himself chuckle.  

You shrugged again, mindlessly scrolling through your phone now. He stood against the wall, hands in his pockets as if he was waiting for something.  

“What’s up with you, mama? Sitting around here ain’t gonna find you answers.” He said.  

You remained quiet but he knew you were listening since your thumb was just hovering over your phone screen now. 

“What do you want, [Y/N]? You want your job back? You want another?” He pushed. 

You shrugged.  

“Oh, so things get hard, and you just give up?” He pushed again. You took one of the throw pillows from the couch and flung it towards his head.  

“What is it you want me to say? I’m not you; I don’t want to go around fucking people up because they make me upset,” You folded your arms.  

“So, you are upset?” He asked, tilting his head even though he already knew. 

“Of course, I'm upset! I work really hard and for someone to not give a quarter of a shit to explain why I’m- you know what? Fuck this.” You stood up and went to get your keys.  

Rio bit his lip to hide his smirk, but he was waiting for you to finally get it together. Even if you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to have the last word. 

Rio was close behind when you marched your way through the cubicles to find where your manager was. He did a double take when he realized it was you interrupting his important conference meeting.  

“Oh, sorry Rick, am I interrupting? Did you happen to get to the part where you take your sponsors money, fuck off with it and fire your best employees because you can’t afford to pay them?” You said, giving him an artificial smile.  

You figured it out quickly once you were done wallowing and it was fair enough that what you said alone in front of all these important people likely tanked his entire business.  

Rick laughed it off nervously, but cold stares were filling the entire room towards him. He cleared his throat, reaching for the button on the conference phone for security.  

Rio stood back like a dark shadow, but he didn’t go unnoticed.  

“Don’t...don’t do that.” Rio said, stopping him in his tracks.  

“You’re gonna have to get more than security to get me out of here before I’m done. Besides the fraud and theft, I really rocked with you, Rick. I mean, nothing beats stale ass donuts. The worst part about it is how loyal I was. I came in on time, stayed late and for what? For you to sit back and get sucked off on the clock by the bitch in HR? The irony.” 

Your old coworkers' heads popped up from their cubicles one by one to get a better view.  

“That’s enough!” Rick yelled, and Rio instantly stepped forward until you put your hand up to stop him.  

“Sir, respectfully, fuck your meeting,” You giggled, going around the table to push all the important paperwork on the floor. 

“Fuck your office,” You said again, taking each jellybean bowl from the table one by one to dump wherever you could. 

It seemed like you were done when you walked towards the door until you reached for the trash can. 

“And most importantly, fuck you!” You said, dumping it and throwing the container at him.  

Rio couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer, and he couldn’t have been any prouder of his girl.  

After your well needed release, you finally had a clear mind to figure things out.  

“So, what’s next?” Rio asked, planting subtle kisses on your forehead.

“I’m going to do what I want now.” You smiled.  

[inriospocket]

I have to say, I have been bingeing all things Rio today and stumbled across your page and I love your work!💖

This is a terribly late reply but thank you so much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)

[inriospocket]

So many flawless reactions in a single ep, lmao.

(Thank you to the Abbott Elementary IG for this series of perfect stills.)

[inriospocket]

missing my emotional support abbott elementary rn

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[inriospocket]

Would you mind writing this as a birthday present for me please ❤️? Rio and reader are good friends. She’s got a big crush on him but knows he’s never going to go for her. She’s more on the curvier/nerdier side and saw the girls he goes for (not to mention what a lovesick puppy he’s around Beth). A deal goes wrong and she tries to cheer him up and help solve it, but he gets frustrated and ends up taking it out on her calling her awful things. She’s very hurt by his harsh words and ends their friendship and disappears from his life. Once Rio is calmed down he finds a present waiting at his house (she had keys to his house which she also left with the present). It’s a birthday present for him with a card saying very corny loving stuff and a line saying “I wish you would see me and think of me worthy of your love” or something similar. Up to you if you want to give it a happy ending and/or add some loving smut. Thank you and I hope you’ve got a beautiful weekend 😘❤️.

I'm so sorry this is so late and I hope you had the best birthday! When I read your request, just to be completely transparent I was a little skeptical about the idea of the reader giving Rio a gift after he treated her like shit so I twisted it up a bit so it wasn't like she was trying to earn his affection through a present that he never deserved. So I hope you like this anyway. :)

Loving You

word count ♡ 1,032

summary ♡ Rio and reader are good friends until a deal goes wrong and he takes it out on her.

situation ♡ angsty/mildy fluffy

warnings ♡ shouting

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You’d like to think that you and Rio were good friends. Essentially, you were but from your perspective, you wanted more but never thought he’d feel the same. You were beautiful inside and out but you always thought he couldn’t see it. You pictured him loving another societal norm.

You believed he could have never loved your chubby figure and your spew of random facts and aced trivia as if that should have been an issue at all.

But all in all, you had a great connection and you helped him through his worst and his best but sometimes he did take you for granted.

“Are you okay, Rio?” You asked him as he walked through the door, slamming it behind him. You usually went over to his house earlier because you had a key, waiting for him to get home so you both could hang out like usual.

He went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a drink; something to relax him and help him think or maybe just to forget.

“What happened?” You asked, walking towards the bar. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He ignored her, taking a large sip.

“No, you’re obviously upset. Did something go wrong? Was it a bad deal?” You pushed until his loud tone made you jump.

“NO! I said don’t worry about it, whatchu not understanding?” He looked at you, perturbed.

“...I was just trying to he-” You started to say quietly but he interrupted. “I don’t need your help, Y/N. You’re not my girl, and never will be.” He said.

You were taken aback by his statement, not really understanding the correlation. “I never said I was...” You said, hurt.

“Why you still here?” He asked, and you felt flustered. “I guess I’ll just go then.” You said, getting your purse to leave.

You couldn’t sleep that night. You wondered why you were never good enough for the people you loved. You were embarrassed, realizing that he knew this entire time how you felt about him and he held it against you to finally push you away.

You took your pillow and held it to your face, screaming into it. You hated yourself for still worrying about him, and for what? What was it all for? Holding him down, being a good friend, putting him before anyone else.

But for once, you took this is as a sign to start new, fresh, finding you and loving you. You didn’t bother texting him like usual to check on him, you deleted his number, quit your shitty job and took the final leap to do what you wanted to do.

Meanwhile, a couple of months went by and Rio continued to grow his business. Money was always coming in, but he still felt like he was lacking in something, or maybe someone. He came home from a long day of work to a package on his doorstep. He didn’t order anything recently so he was skeptical until he opened it. You remembered his birthday, like you always did.

“I’m not a photographer, but I can definitely picture you and I together. Happy Birthday, Rio.” The card read and he smiled, for the first time in a long time but it faded away once he realized how shitty he treated you.

He knew you were in love with him, but he was too busy chasing money and other women. So, he took it upon himself to track you down, and try to win you over in person.

Bouquet in hand, he knocked on your door but was surprised an unfamiliar face opened it. The man in front of him was literally the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Rio was attractive in his own way that made women swoon but he had to admit, this guy was attractive in a different way.

“I’m looking for [Y/N].” Rio said. The guy looked at the bouquet and then back up at him before calling you.

“Babe! Someone’s here for you!” He called. You came quickly, surprised to see him standing there. You motioned towards your boyfriend to give you privacy and he gladly obliged.

“Hey...” You said, giving him a small smile. He scanned you from head to toe, realizing how attractive you were but he just never noticed. Actually, it kind of surprised him that you still looked the exact same and you were. The only things you changed about yourself were from within, glow ups don’t always have to amount to your appearance.

That was also something you had to learn as well.

“I just wanted to apologize.” He said, handing you the bouquet. “Well...thank you. These are beautiful.” You said, smelling them.

It was an awkward silence until he spoke up again. “I’m kind of surprised you left me that note that was in the package you sent considering...” He started, hinting towards your new boyfriend.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until you realized he finally received his birthday gift. “Oh! I’m sorry, I sent that a long time ago so you’d be able to open it on your birthday,” You chuckled.

His smirk fell when he realized that he didn’t have a chance, even before coming to you. He opened up feelings that were no longer there.

“[Y/N]! Hurry up, pizza’s getting cold!” Your boyfriend called. You looked back, grinning from ear to ear.

Rio felt a bit envious of the both of them but was happier for her more than anything. You didn’t expect to find someone new but he stumbled on your path and showers your most vulnerable parts with adoration so why not keep him?

“Thanks for the flowers, I hope you find your happiness too Rio. Just...not with me.” You said.

Rio smirked at how straightforward you were now. “Thanks, mama.” He said, turning on his heels and finally walking out of your life.

Anyone else would have thrown the flowers away with the way he treated you all this time but you kept them.

You watered them, and cherished them but just like some relationships, some feelings even, they wither away and die.

It wasn’t because you didn’t love them; it just wasn’t meant to live for you.

[inriospocket]

but daisy... why was part 2 of “go with red” so good 😭😅😅. i don’t wanna be selfish and ask for another part but... if you’re feeling up for it and have muse please! but i was just thinking how i’d love to know how rio would feel if his wife was accompanying collecting money for a drop out and they’re waiting for their client and she tells him that he needs to flip his game and instructs him on how to do it! THIS could also be seen in my head taking place during a meeting

Hi, my love! How are you doing? I'm sorry this took so long and I hope you like it. I'm a little rusty. Also, you always give so many great ideas with great detail, would you ever consider writing as well? I'm sure it could be great. :)

Flip Your Game

word count ♡ 937

summary ♡ Rio is struggling to figure out an idea to flip his game until you share a suggestion.

situation ♡ fluffy?

warnings ♡ some cursing, sensuality

“Is that my hoodie?” Rio asked, narrowing his eyes towards you. You dug your hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie. “What? I didn’t have black.” You shrugged.

While Rio was now letting you more into his business, you decided to channel him completely which included the very “fun” attire of all black clothing. He led you towards the room in the warehouse where he would have his meeting with his crew and a client.

“You’re gonna observe tonight, yeah?” He said, which meant to not interject with your usual comments, and sarcastic remarks. You nodded, and he opened the door for you motioning to sit in the chair at the end of the table.

Mick greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, a regular introduction before getting straight to the point with Rio. Not too long after, the client showed up with two duffels you could only assume was filled with cash.

You watched how Rio always kept an austere reaction to everything whether good or bad. He commanded respect any time anyone walked into a room and vice versa.

“You good?” He asked the client who you realized was nervous and bad at hiding it. You knew whatever he was nervous about would cause a disruption into this whole process which made you sit up straighter.

The client nodded. “Just got a little heat is all, I’m handling it.” He said. Rio tensed up, and you watched how his hands clasped together in front of him indicating his seriousness.

“There ain’t room for heat. Fix it, or you’re done.” He said, and you and the client both knew that had multiple meanings and you were better off not knowing. The client nodded and Mick threw him another duffel from their end before he left.

You tried your best to keep quiet and listen in on the conversation amongst Rio and his crew but no one was getting it or giving any good ideas to take care of the bad egg. That client was going to fuck them over and you knew it.

“You need to flip your game.” You interrupted, the table getting quiet. Rio looked up at you, giving you a ‘what are you doing’ look.

“That guy’s clueless, and unpredictable. I mean, you couldn’t have picked a worse guy to do the most important job,” You chuckled.

Mick and the crew looked towards Rio, confused if they should even be listening to you right now.

“I just have one suggestion and then I’ll shut up.” You scratched the back of your neck, like your comment was an itch you desperately needed to tend to.

Everyone sitting at the table looked incredibly intimidating and you wondered if it was worth it.

“...Maybe I shouldn’t. You guys got it.” You backed down.

“Nah, say what you tryna say.” Rio approved, giving you a patronizing smirk.

“Well for starters, picking a guy like him is hella shady looking already. You have dirty cops, shit even desperate housewives, but why not someone in the medical field?” You suggested.

The whole table was looking more intrigued now. “You have everything you ever need sitting in a perfectly legal facility, all you need is someone in trouble and desperate for money.”

Rio was too prideful at the moment to admit that it was a great idea.

“She really tryna tell me how to run my business?” He laughed amongst his crew.

Your proud grin faded. “I’m trying to help you, stupid.” You abruptly stood up and walked out, refusing to sit in a room full of assholes.

You knew your idea was good, great even. It would take the heat off, and it was a perfect coverup but Rio refused to see that so you had to show him it could work.

Regardless of what he said, you made connections and did some networking with your friends and their friends. Surprisingly, especially from all the knowledge you learned from Rio it wasn’t that hard to track down desperate people.

Your attractiveness only added to money piling in for you. All you needed was your charm, a tight-fitted dress, and a business plan.

Pretty soon, you had just enough clients to keep the duffels coming in and out with no heat in sight. At this point, you were counting your personal bills and waiting on Rio to apologize.

“You were right, mama.” He said, walking in on you as you were placing bills in the money counter. “Yeah? Or are you saying that to get off of sleeping on the couch?” You didn’t look up, continuing your task.

Watching you handle your own, bringing money in like it was nothing turned him on even if he didn’t admit it. He walked over to you, pressing himself into your back.

“Both,” He said, kissing your shoulder. “He fucked you over, huh?” You smirked.

“Mhm.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist now. “I handled it though.”

“Yeah? Me too.” You said, taking the flash drive out of your pocket and handing it to him.

“Your new clients. You’re welcome.” You said. He turned you around to face him, and he just knew he was going to live out one of his fantasies and fuck you on the table full of cash.

He gripped your hips, going in for a kiss until you dodged him by looking the other way.

“You can’t get everything you want tonight.” You chuckled and walked away.

He’d never not listen to you again after that.

[inriospocket]

Hiiiii everyone! I miss you guys :( and I sure miss writing but I'm slowly coming back to things and finishing requests. I'm terrible, I know. College is kicking my ass. Okay life is kicking my ass. I'm sorry to leave you guys hanging! If anyone wants to talk, inbox is always here. :) Also I want to dye my armpit hair, somebody tell me yes.

Y'all better be taking care of yourselves.

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out !! 💙

Such a nice message to come back to after not logging in for so long. Thank you so much my love!

[inriospocket]

Reunion

Warnings: Fem!reader, light smut references, very fluffy, my attempt at writing rap lyrics, switches between second and third person narrative

Summary: Jack visits a house party and encounters you, an old friend who he is starting to see less as a friend these days.  As your paths continue to cross, he is wondering what he wants from your relationship and you are wondering if old romantic feeling never die.

Jack

The music in the party was just the right volume. It was loud enough that the party had some life to it, but low enough that guests could hold a conversation. There were boxes of pizzas from a local place stacked high on a white foldable table. Underneath the table was a cooler filled to the brim with ice and light beer.  As always, the “finer” refreshments, spiked seltzers and wine coolers could be found in two coolers in the kitchen. For those who liked to live dangerously, there was a giant bowl of mystery punch next to the pizzas. Usually the punch was made at the start of the party.  A combination of a bag of ice, three giant bags of sour candy, six gallons of fruit punch, three handles of vodka, and whatever else sugary or alcoholic that could be found in the house. Then the concoction was laddled into a giant punch bowl that was left unassumingly on the table for all its victims to try.  Next to the punch bowl were the same cloudy tiny cups that looked like they were only pulled out of the closet for every party.

Jack loved that house parties in Louisville never change. Everything else in Louisville changed all the time. There were new buildings popping up, people growing up and moving on, and the music blasting through the streets was always fresh. But, the parties always followed the same format. 

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[inriospocket]

For an artist to stand there and continue to sing his shitty little song whilst watching lifeless bodies be pulled out of the crowd and fans to say he was right in doing so is fucking madness. Do you actually hear yourself? That’s not normal behaviour. I don’t give a shit what drugs are in your system or how shocked you were by what you were seeing - listening to the crowd scream for help and watching people die but not doing anything about it when you literally have the power to shut it all down and make sure people are safe is fucking disgusting.

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i was put on this earth to say hiii and sleep that is all

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reblog and tag the 5 things in your room that sum up your personality

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I hope you guys are doing well! Don't forget to eat today. I haven't abandoned you guys although it may feel like it, I'm just pretty busy at the moment. Sucks when life gets in the way of what you like to do the most. :/

Thank you guys for always for always reblogging, liking, and commenting 💛💫 it means so much