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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.  

(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.  

(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 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. :)

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. :)

Y'all better be taking care of yourselves.