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COP & CRIMINAL - TWO & THREE

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.6K

Summary: These parts pick up where one left off.

TWO

You head into your mothers house with your sister on your heels. It smells like freshly baked goods. The ooey gooey kind that are behind the glass tiered shelves of overpriced bakeries. Your mom had worked in one for many years, her second job to provide the extras for her two girls. Cops kept the store safe, were regular customers and kept the tip jar full. You noticed how your Ma’s eyes lit at the sight of them. Maybe it was then that your brain subconsciously decided to join the academy. It sure as shit wasn’t to tote guns and save the world. Nor was it to be in life threatening situations. There were perks to being the baker's daughter and the little girl so many OG officers had watched grow up. They had a vested interest in your progress and development and so much of the hazing and toxicity evaded you.

“Mommy,” Sonnie says, rushing into your arms. 

“We’re playing manhunt but I saw your car and wanted to say hi. Theo and I are the last one’s standing” he bounces and you hug your nephew Theo.

“Okay baby don’t cheat by being in here - have fun” you smile kissing the top of Sonnie’s sweaty head.

“Have your friends come by for some sugar after all that running” Your mom hollers at her grandsons who are already out the door.

“The kids are outside again, the world is healing” your sister says, washing her hands behind you. You laugh heading into the kitchen to see the assortment of treats on your mothers island. You pick a classic cinnamon sugar donut that’s still warm and tastes better than the ones at the fair.

“Mom, why do you insist on giving the kids so much sugar?” your sister says biting into a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Hush, I want to talk to your sister before they come back,” your mother says.

You pause eating the donut to look up at her. “About?”

“That man of yours and the big house you’re moving into” Your Ma sighs. 

“Y/N you have a man, you think Rio’s gonna just let you move his son in with another man?” your sister asks.

“I don’t have a man. Ma’s talking about Christopher, apparently he bought a house for us. He told Sonnie about it and now Sonnie’s all excited.”

“Us? It hasn’t been us in a long time” Your mom says staring a hole in your face. She’s the real detective. Disarming you with freshly baked goods only to pounce when you least expect it.

“I’m just explaining what he told me.”

“Are you gonna move in?” Your sister asks.

“No.”

“Why not?” she groans, your sister is Rio’s biggest cheerleader in your family while everyone else is more skeptical - for good reason.

“Did we forget the photo I got sent of him staring in a red-head’s face like he was in love?” You ask, remembering the humiliation and heartbreak of getting a text from your cousin telling you your man was at the bar, then came the photographic evidence of what he’d been doing. They say good girls who don’t go outside get cheated on. They never lied. You’d been cuddled up on the couch with Sonnie who was asleep. Rio denied all allegations, claiming the proof wasn't what it was. Claiming it was business. But he was and is a master liar – the trust had been broken.

“No, but I also remember how he was when you were pregnant, getting you everything you needed, helping you get around, how patient he was, how he’d come in and rub your back and feet. You gave that man hell and he just took it in stride. I have a husband and the man calls me when I he has to go to the groceries to replace the houses staples for fuck sake- Sorry mama. Christopher’s always there no matter what, he’s present, makes sure you’re comfortable, he never misses Sonnie's milestones or important events and you still love him so live a little” she says.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mother is more indifferent to your child's father. She treats him well because he treats Sonnie well. Unlike your sister you didn’t do things the right way, there was no engagement or wedding before Sonnie. There was no meeting of the families and the lack of tradition didn't sit right with her. Neither did Rio being on the other side of the law.

“Ma, tell her to give the man another chance, don’t you want more grandchildren?” Your sister asks pretending to be pregnant by motioning around a nonexistent round stomach. Your mother’s silence stretches on.

“I want the two of you to be safe and well taken care of. I don’t think Christopher has his life set up in a way to do that without conflict. Your sister being with him is a huge risk.” Your mom says and your sister sighs, fanning Ma off.

“Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work. But get yours and let that man take some of the weight off your shoulders. You’re you, I know you already have everything set up for the worst. You know me - I don’t play about you. You have me and you have Ma. Fuck it” your sister says in your ear.

Your mother watches her girls shaking her head. “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” your sister says and you watch your mother freeze like she’s been caught stealing. The tips of her ears get more color and her swallowing goes shallow. She looks to the left, shaking her head.

“Your sister tells stories” she snaps dismissively and you’re a hundred percent sure she’s lying. She grabs a covered tray of pastries taking them outside.

“Mr Rogers?” you whisper.

“Mhm, you know my husband installed the security system. Imagine my surprise when mom gets a late night visitor that leaves in the morning. Ole’ girl stands on the porch in a robe tiptoeing to kiss him and everything” Your sister says making a disgusted face and you shake your head amused and disgusted as you picture it. You both shake your heads  making faces like you’re eating lemons and laugh. When your mom comes back for the second tray she glares at your sister still flustered. 

“Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” your sister continues, giving your Ma hell and you shake your head laughing. Your phone buzzes and you see a PDF of the home's blueprints. You click around and end up in a 3D render. You exit out of it overwhelmed by the possibility of what if.

“Quit that dangerous ass stressful ass job and come work with me or work for yourself as a PI. Go home to your babies every night and give your rose toy a break” she teases.

“You’re HELL, STOP” you warn laughing as you hold your hand up threatening to slap her. She may be older but you’re taller, with a better wingspan. “I’ll consider what you said” you sigh and she relaxes.

You and Sonnie head home after sunset, he’s pooped from all the running and already showered. Like clockwork he falls asleep in the car. You prepare mentally to haul his dead weight into the house when you spot his fathers car parked. Relief washes over you as you park and get out. Rio strolls over to get Sonnie out of the car. No words are exchanged as he follows you into the house heading upstairs with his son. When he comes back down he steps out, only to return with a bag. He starts taking things out, colour swatches, granite and marble slabs, wood colouring and a brochure with different designs for the kitchen and bathrooms.

“I had a long day, I can’t think about this or go back and forth with you right now” you sigh.

“Tell me about your day then” he says, being patient. You take a container out of your bag and push his favorite of your mothers pastries over to him.

“Ahh you went to see my hater’s federation” he smiles while digging in and talking about your mom.

“You weren’t stalking me today?”

“I don’t need eyes on you when you’re with our son. It’s when you find yourself working and playing that I tag myself in” he says without apology. There’s so much history between you. So much love for him that's still there. You’ve run the list on paper and in your head more times than you care to admit. The pros and cons almost always equaled out. His shady dealings and penchant for lies kept you resolute in your decision to stay broken up.

“Alright, I can tell you’re not in the mood. Look over what I sent when you can choose what matches and works. I’ll be out of town for the next two days. We can talk when I get back” he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“To pick up Abuelita and see the family.”

“You don’t want to take Sonnie?”

“Nah, they’ll be down in a few weeks. My cousin is doing big things” Rio smirks.

“Nick?”

“Nah, beautiful not Nick.” Rio says closing the distance. “I didn’t get my kiss the other night”

“You sound like a corny teenager” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

“You know I like when you find yourself being mean to me. Makes the begging sweeter when I’m inside you” he says turning you on. You hate how your body reacts to him. You cut your eyes creating distance. It’s what your sister didn’t account for. There would be no playing in his face when he’s the game maker. You walk to the printer and hand him Sonnie's finalized soccer game schedule.

“Safe travels” you say hoping he leaves NOW but he doesn't. His hands graze your shirt before holding you by your waist. He invades your space, his cologne aromatherapy, casting a spell on your good sense.

“This isn’t a game to me, this is our life and I’m not playing. Never was … getting set up took longer than I expected. I’ve stayed away so you should know that me applying pressure means things have changed and your conditions are being met.” he says with eyes as earnest as your sons when he speaks with conviction. You’re close to being putty in his hands.

“Who was she?” you ask using your trump card. He lets go like clockwork, giving you space you would have otherwise begged for. He sighs deeply backing you and you head back into the kitchen resetting for the night. You wait to hear his footsteps leading out of the house and for the door to close. You wait for the tension to leave your house with the man causing it but nothing happens. The quiet stillness from him charges the atmosphere.

“It was complicated, she was a partner in my business. We had history but I hadn’t touched her in years. She found herself there trying to seduce me back into business. I played into it but I didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her. I never cheated but you don’t believe me” he says with your back turned to him. The explanation is far too flawed leaving too much room for questions and conflict for it to be the lie he’s come up with after so many years. You decide to contemplate it being the truth.

“We’re great coparents and Sonnie is well adjusted-”

“Don’t logic me, this isn’t about that” he says, the frustration in his voice causing it to rasp.

“Didn’t I tell you I had a long day?’ you ask.

“Let me fix it” he says and you want him to. You want him to, so badly. To follow you into your bedroom and turn the tension into pleasure. To ease the frustration into release. To feel his body on yours, to feel him sliding into you as his mouth claimed yours hungrily.

But there were a hundred ‘but’s’.

“I’ll see you when you get back, we can talk then” you tell him and his nostrils flare. He nods and leaves, giving the door a slight slam. You lock up behind him.  Drawing in a few deep breaths against the door. It takes too much mental fortitude not to want to call him back in, to set fire to the boundaries you set into place.

You’re about to spiral when your phone chimes. You open the message to a photo from your sister from the surveillance camera at your moms front door. You see your mom with her arms wrapped around Rogers with a robe on and house slippers. You smile.

Please tell Stella that you can't get your groove back during booty call hours. At least make the man take her out, sheesh.

Seester 

You laugh at the two stalkers in your life and mull over what's next for you and Rio as you look at the swatches for the house.

THREE

You head to your office after a long morning debrief and consider putting in your resignation to work with your sister or on your own. Lately things have been increasingly more and more tense. You turn on the television and see the reason for all the turmoil in the office. The election for Governor. Well, if the polling is correct - the new governor. His crime crack down plans have everyone scrambling to adjust. Beause of plan for an overhaul that’s bound to follow his election with all the policy changes. You change the channel not interested in seeing his rehearsed smile and photo ops with babies.

It’s Sonnie’s days with Rio so once you’re off the clock from working overtime it’s just you and the house alone. You could show up at your sisters but sometimes seeing her with her family makes you want one of your own.

Your alarm chimes as you finish up organizing your investigations and you lock everything up before heading home. You’re in your car when you get a call from Rio.

“Hey baby, how was school?’ You smile knowing it's Sonnie and not his father.

“It was fun today, we’re going to do a recital so I need to practice my instrument and get an outfit for the assembly.”

“Sounds fun, are you excited?”

“Yeah, dad made fajitas. There’s enough for you if you want to come over and have dinner” Sonnie says.

“Sonnie you can't just invite me to your dads house,” You tell him.

“Why not?” You hear Rio say and roll your eyes changing course to his loft.

“Dad doesn’t have a problem with it,” Sonnie says.

“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour” you say.

“Lets wait for mom” you hear Sonnie say excitedly.

“Alright, you don’t get an extension on bed time so go shower” Rio tells him and you hear him running away.

“Abuelita made spicy hot chocolate cookies, you want me to get vanilla ice cream?” Rio asks knowing it’s your favorite combination.

“It’s fine thanks, I’ll have them alone” you tell him.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to hear ‘it’d be so good with ice cream’ it should be delivered before you get here” he says after mocking you. You smile freely in the car where he cant see.

“I’m on a diet, Rio, today's not my cheat day” you tell him and he kisses his teeth in the phone. You can’t help but smile some more.

“Are you in nun training camp, diet, no liquor, no sex, what are you doing?” he asks.

“What if I am?”

“I got your fucking nun costume, i’ll be the cardinal, come see me in my chambers” he says making you laugh at his wild antics. It feels good to laugh after the day you’ve had.

“You’re stupid” you tell him.

“I miss your laugh,” he says. “I miss us Y/N” he says, sighing. Somehow the truth seems safer over the phone. 

“Me too” you whisper but the silence tells you he caught it.

“I’m sorry for making decisions that lead to you looking crazy in front of your people.” he says and it hits different because he’s never accepted responsibility before. “Trust me I regret even looking in her direction because it cost me my family but we’re older now, and in a few weeks I’ll be what you asked of me” he says. You allow the words to settle over you.

“Ok” you sigh. “Rio?”

“Yes baby?” he asks and you shake your head, taking the exit.

“Can you look into someone for me?”

“Who?”

“Jeff Rogers”

“Your moms little boyfriend?”

“So I’m the last to know?” you laugh.

“I need to know everyone with access to my son's homes. Ole boy has a couple baby mama’s and likes stolen merchandise. Nothing else, no debts - he’s clean. You’re safe, our sons’ safe” Rio says.

“Thank you” you tell him and he stays on the phone for the rest of your drive silently. 

His loft smells amazing when you walk in and Sonnie rushes into you. You bend to hug him tight.

“I missed you a lot today,” he says.

“I always miss you” you smile, kissing his cheeks. He takes your hand after you exit the bathroom bringing you to the table. Fajitas sit sizzling in the middle of the table. Rio started cooking when you were pregnant and was something of a natural. His body thanked him for it too. Eating better and hauling around furniture, car seats, groceries made him bulk up from his naturally slim physique. He’d never be big but the lean muscle was an extra special sprinkle. One you noticed he was getting back.

“Tell your mom what you told me about your friend in music class” Rio says tapping Sonnie on the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. Sonnie's expression brightens.

“Okay so mommy, Josh plays the tuba right and there’s this part where he needs to do two big blows. It always squeaks instead of sounding smooth.” Sonnie explains.

“Okay” you nod as his father makes his plate.

“So Josh … dad that’s too much vegetables!” Sonnie interjects.

“What’d abuelita tell you about gratitude?” Rio asks.

“Thank god for the food we’re blessed to eat and pray for the less fortunate.” Sonnie recites making you smile.

“You were telling me about Josh” you remind and he perks up again.

“So Josh is annoyed that he always has to try over and over again. He didn’t even want the tuba, he wanted to play the piano or the drums. It’s his part and he ate beans that gave him a tummy ache.” Sonnie says, pausing to laugh and hold his stomach. “When it was his turn he farted so loud the teacher said bravo” Sonnie says laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. You look at Rio who is no better and shake your head.

“HE POO’D” Sonnie yells and you cover your face, losing it at the two of them and the idea of the child coming up with such a flawed plan. “And he got in school suspension. Then the principal came to talk to us about mischief” Sonnie continues laughing.

“And I thought private school would be boring,” Rio laughs, shaking his head. They both laugh and you do too because of how boy humour works. Sonnie takes a deep breath as you fix your food. “Mom, you don’t get it. Everyone stopped and then Emily screamed EWWWW” he continues bursting into a fit of giggles. “The teacher's eyes went big like in the cartoons and she turned red like a stop sign when she saw” Sonnie says, fighting for breath.

“Sonnie I get it, I want to eat without thinking of your classmates' shenanigans” you laugh and he continues to do the same thing.

“Abuelita woulda tore my ass up if I did something so stupid. Where do kids get this shit from?” Rio asks, thoroughly amused.

“The internet is full of good pranks” Sonnie says and you shake your head.

“Well you stick to spectating.” You tell him and he smiles.

“Ok mom” he sighs, laughing to himself some more. “How was your day?” He asks.

“Nothing special until now, I get to be entertained by a laughing storyteller” you smile 

“Don’t forget dads cooking” Sonnies smiles.

“It’s very good Chris” you smile.

“Come by anytime” he says.

You keep your eyes on Sonnie who smiles watching the two of you showing all of his little teeth. You feel guilt for not giving him this more often.

“What else happened?”

“Mike was sad, his parents are getting a divorce. I told him it would be okay. But he said his parents won’t do stuff together like we do. He said his dad has a new girlfriend” Sonnie says.

“Every situation is different, baby. Sometimes people don’t get along and divorce is good. The alternative could be arguing all the time and two unhappy people.”

“Did you and daddy argue all the time?”

“No” Rio says before your shock wears off.

“So why don’t you have a ring and call daddy your husband, why do we live in different houses?” He asks. You thought you had more time.

“Because that’s what we decided was best for us as adults for the time. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re older but right now it doesn’t matter because we’re family and we show up for each other. You know your mommy calls me for anything and I call her too. We’re a team.” Rio says taking the lead.

“Daddy, do you get annoyed sometimes when she calls you?”

“Nah, your mother doesn’t annoy me. Look at her.” Rio says, making Sonnie smile.

“You know some of my friends whose parents are married aren’t nice to each other like you guys are. Parents are hard to understand” Sonnie reflects.

“People are difficult to understand baby. Just tell your friends that whatever happens between adults has nothing to do with the kids.” You smile and he nods.

“Okay” he nods, turning his attention back to his food and giggling  again at the tuba sharting incident no doubt. You finish your food and you load the dishwasher as Rio sets up the projector for a movie. You join them on the sectional and somehow you and Sonnie both end up leaning on his father. His cologne and body heat has you out like a light. You forgot how much the open concept loft feels like home until Rio’s waking you up. You check the time and see it’s after eleven. His eyes are sleepy too as he pulls you to the bedroom. You hear him in the bathroom and relieve yourself in Sonnies. Your stomach is full and so is your heart as you watch Sonnie sprawled across his full sized mattress.

You pad back to Rio’s room and see a toothbrush and one of your old night dresses out for you. You take a quick shower and reenter the bedroom to see an empty bed. You yawn getting in and wait for him but he doesn't come. Frowning you hope it’s not business and find him on the sectional.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy.

“Why are you out here?” You ask, unable to fathom that the man that can't stop making passes at you is opting to sleep on the couch.

“Boundaries” he yawns.

“Shut up and come to bed” you groan, padding back into his room. He follows as you hug your corner. He gets in and pulls you back against his body.

“Shh” he says before you can protest. 

Peace and sleep come faster than ever.

You wake up first, well rested and perfectly comfortable in Rio’s arms. He behaved last night and somehow that means more than anything else. You hold his arms against your body and his hold tightens silently. A kiss lands on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna get up and make breakfast” you whisper letting him go and it takes him a moment to release you. You get ready for the morning remembering when Sonnie was first born and this was your home. It was perfect in size, one floor making recovery easy. You pad out of the bedroom where he’s still asleep and look in the fridge to see what’s on the menu.

You whip up French toast and cut up some fruit relieved Rio isn’t feeding your son junk all the time. When you’re finished Sonnie smiles at you sleepily.

“Mommy you’re still here” he says and you bend to kiss the top of his head.

“We both fell asleep and it was late to drive home,” you explain.

“I’m happy you stayed, I think sometimes daddy gets lonely. You like alone time but I don’t think he does. You have auntie but when we’re together he’s all alone” Sonnie whispers. His emotional intelligence and empathy makes you proud.

“Then he needs hobbies and good friends,” you smile. “I know you want your daddy and I to get back together but I don’t want you involved. We got together without you the first time. We can do it again if it’s meant to be alright?” You ask and he pauses thinking it over before nodding.

“If you don’t get together can we spend more time together just the three of us at home. Not like at amusement parks and the movies?” He asks.

“We can” you nod and he hugs you tight.

“Thank you” he smiles and you make him his plate. He sits and you head into Rio’s closet hoping to find something that fits.

“Your clothes are still in your drawers” Rio says appearing behind you.

“Dusty?” you ask as reality pulls at your heart strings.

“Nah,” he says, opening the drawer. You find a pair of pants and a shirt to wear and smell them. “Abuelita came by and did the laundry to prepare for the move.” He says glazing over the fact that he’s never gotten rid of your things.

“Aren’t you going to miss this place?” You ask, stepping into the pants.

“I don’t miss places, I miss you” he says, holding your gaze.

“I looked over the swatches for the house and made my selections. I’ll send them to you when I get back home” you swallow meeting him halfway. You can feel the change in him, the fact he didn’t initiate sex last night was huge. The kind of respect and maturity you never expected. Rio had always been the man to take all the shots. Something about this version of him is unnerving, your heart races in anticipation as he showcases his newfound patience. You know when the two of you make it to bed together there’ll be no going back with how he’s about to put it down.

He smirks, stepping back like you’re thinking out loud.

“At least you know baby, acceptance is the next step” he whispers, kissing your cheek before leaving the closet. You shake your head wondering how he reads you so well. You try your best not to smile as you slip on a top and head back out to the kitchen with your boys.

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Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the domestic bliss and backstory. I decided to put two and three together since you guys seemed to like part one.

What are you doing in this situation?

Do you believe Rio's changed and a family man now?

Kind of, his actions show it.

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YES! Him trying to sleep on the couch solidified it for me.

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COP & CRIMINAL - TWO & THREE

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.6K

Summary: These parts pick up where one left off.

TWO

You head into your mothers house with your sister on your heels. It smells like freshly baked goods. The ooey gooey kind that are behind the glass tiered shelves of overpriced bakeries. Your mom had worked in one for many years, her second job to provide the extras for her two girls. Cops kept the store safe, were regular customers and kept the tip jar full. You noticed how your Ma’s eyes lit at the sight of them. Maybe it was then that your brain subconsciously decided to join the academy. It sure as shit wasn’t to tote guns and save the world. Nor was it to be in life threatening situations. There were perks to being the baker's daughter and the little girl so many OG officers had watched grow up. They had a vested interest in your progress and development and so much of the hazing and toxicity evaded you.

“Mommy,” Sonnie says, rushing into your arms. 

“We’re playing manhunt but I saw your car and wanted to say hi. Theo and I are the last one’s standing” he bounces and you hug your nephew Theo.

“Okay baby don’t cheat by being in here - have fun” you smile kissing the top of Sonnie’s sweaty head.

“Have your friends come by for some sugar after all that running” Your mom hollers at her grandsons who are already out the door.

“The kids are outside again, the world is healing” your sister says, washing her hands behind you. You laugh heading into the kitchen to see the assortment of treats on your mothers island. You pick a classic cinnamon sugar donut that’s still warm and tastes better than the ones at the fair.

“Mom, why do you insist on giving the kids so much sugar?” your sister says biting into a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Hush, I want to talk to your sister before they come back,” your mother says.

You pause eating the donut to look up at her. “About?”

“That man of yours and the big house you’re moving into” Your Ma sighs. 

“Y/N you have a man, you think Rio’s gonna just let you move his son in with another man?” your sister asks.

“I don’t have a man. Ma’s talking about Christopher, apparently he bought a house for us. He told Sonnie about it and now Sonnie’s all excited.”

“Us? It hasn’t been us in a long time” Your mom says staring a hole in your face. She’s the real detective. Disarming you with freshly baked goods only to pounce when you least expect it.

“I’m just explaining what he told me.”

“Are you gonna move in?” Your sister asks.

“No.”

“Why not?” she groans, your sister is Rio’s biggest cheerleader in your family while everyone else is more skeptical - for good reason.

“Did we forget the photo I got sent of him staring in a red-head’s face like he was in love?” You ask, remembering the humiliation and heartbreak of getting a text from your cousin telling you your man was at the bar, then came the photographic evidence of what he’d been doing. They say good girls who don’t go outside get cheated on. They never lied. You’d been cuddled up on the couch with Sonnie who was asleep. Rio denied all allegations, claiming the proof wasn't what it was. Claiming it was business. But he was and is a master liar – the trust had been broken.

“No, but I also remember how he was when you were pregnant, getting you everything you needed, helping you get around, how patient he was, how he’d come in and rub your back and feet. You gave that man hell and he just took it in stride. I have a husband and the man calls me when I he has to go to the groceries to replace the houses staples for fuck sake- Sorry mama. Christopher’s always there no matter what, he’s present, makes sure you’re comfortable, he never misses Sonnie's milestones or important events and you still love him so live a little” she says.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mother is more indifferent to your child's father. She treats him well because he treats Sonnie well. Unlike your sister you didn’t do things the right way, there was no engagement or wedding before Sonnie. There was no meeting of the families and the lack of tradition didn't sit right with her. Neither did Rio being on the other side of the law.

“Ma, tell her to give the man another chance, don’t you want more grandchildren?” Your sister asks pretending to be pregnant by motioning around a nonexistent round stomach. Your mother’s silence stretches on.

“I want the two of you to be safe and well taken care of. I don’t think Christopher has his life set up in a way to do that without conflict. Your sister being with him is a huge risk.” Your mom says and your sister sighs, fanning Ma off.

“Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work. But get yours and let that man take some of the weight off your shoulders. You’re you, I know you already have everything set up for the worst. You know me - I don’t play about you. You have me and you have Ma. Fuck it” your sister says in your ear.

Your mother watches her girls shaking her head. “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” your sister says and you watch your mother freeze like she’s been caught stealing. The tips of her ears get more color and her swallowing goes shallow. She looks to the left, shaking her head.

“Your sister tells stories” she snaps dismissively and you’re a hundred percent sure she’s lying. She grabs a covered tray of pastries taking them outside.

“Mr Rogers?” you whisper.

“Mhm, you know my husband installed the security system. Imagine my surprise when mom gets a late night visitor that leaves in the morning. Ole’ girl stands on the porch in a robe tiptoeing to kiss him and everything” Your sister says making a disgusted face and you shake your head amused and disgusted as you picture it. You both shake your heads  making faces like you’re eating lemons and laugh. When your mom comes back for the second tray she glares at your sister still flustered. 

“Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” your sister continues, giving your Ma hell and you shake your head laughing. Your phone buzzes and you see a PDF of the home's blueprints. You click around and end up in a 3D render. You exit out of it overwhelmed by the possibility of what if.

“Quit that dangerous ass stressful ass job and come work with me or work for yourself as a PI. Go home to your babies every night and give your rose toy a break” she teases.

“You’re HELL, STOP” you warn laughing as you hold your hand up threatening to slap her. She may be older but you’re taller, with a better wingspan. “I’ll consider what you said” you sigh and she relaxes.

You and Sonnie head home after sunset, he’s pooped from all the running and already showered. Like clockwork he falls asleep in the car. You prepare mentally to haul his dead weight into the house when you spot his fathers car parked. Relief washes over you as you park and get out. Rio strolls over to get Sonnie out of the car. No words are exchanged as he follows you into the house heading upstairs with his son. When he comes back down he steps out, only to return with a bag. He starts taking things out, colour swatches, granite and marble slabs, wood colouring and a brochure with different designs for the kitchen and bathrooms.

“I had a long day, I can’t think about this or go back and forth with you right now” you sigh.

“Tell me about your day then” he says, being patient. You take a container out of your bag and push his favorite of your mothers pastries over to him.

“Ahh you went to see my hater’s federation” he smiles while digging in and talking about your mom.

“You weren’t stalking me today?”

“I don’t need eyes on you when you’re with our son. It’s when you find yourself working and playing that I tag myself in” he says without apology. There’s so much history between you. So much love for him that's still there. You’ve run the list on paper and in your head more times than you care to admit. The pros and cons almost always equaled out. His shady dealings and penchant for lies kept you resolute in your decision to stay broken up.

“Alright, I can tell you’re not in the mood. Look over what I sent when you can choose what matches and works. I’ll be out of town for the next two days. We can talk when I get back” he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“To pick up Abuelita and see the family.”

“You don’t want to take Sonnie?”

“Nah, they’ll be down in a few weeks. My cousin is doing big things” Rio smirks.

“Nick?”

“Nah, beautiful not Nick.” Rio says closing the distance. “I didn’t get my kiss the other night”

“You sound like a corny teenager” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

“You know I like when you find yourself being mean to me. Makes the begging sweeter when I’m inside you” he says turning you on. You hate how your body reacts to him. You cut your eyes creating distance. It’s what your sister didn’t account for. There would be no playing in his face when he’s the game maker. You walk to the printer and hand him Sonnie's finalized soccer game schedule.

“Safe travels” you say hoping he leaves NOW but he doesn't. His hands graze your shirt before holding you by your waist. He invades your space, his cologne aromatherapy, casting a spell on your good sense.

“This isn’t a game to me, this is our life and I’m not playing. Never was … getting set up took longer than I expected. I’ve stayed away so you should know that me applying pressure means things have changed and your conditions are being met.” he says with eyes as earnest as your sons when he speaks with conviction. You’re close to being putty in his hands.

“Who was she?” you ask using your trump card. He lets go like clockwork, giving you space you would have otherwise begged for. He sighs deeply backing you and you head back into the kitchen resetting for the night. You wait to hear his footsteps leading out of the house and for the door to close. You wait for the tension to leave your house with the man causing it but nothing happens. The quiet stillness from him charges the atmosphere.

“It was complicated, she was a partner in my business. We had history but I hadn’t touched her in years. She found herself there trying to seduce me back into business. I played into it but I didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her. I never cheated but you don’t believe me” he says with your back turned to him. The explanation is far too flawed leaving too much room for questions and conflict for it to be the lie he’s come up with after so many years. You decide to contemplate it being the truth.

“We’re great coparents and Sonnie is well adjusted-”

“Don’t logic me, this isn’t about that” he says, the frustration in his voice causing it to rasp.

“Didn’t I tell you I had a long day?’ you ask.

“Let me fix it” he says and you want him to. You want him to, so badly. To follow you into your bedroom and turn the tension into pleasure. To ease the frustration into release. To feel his body on yours, to feel him sliding into you as his mouth claimed yours hungrily.

But there were a hundred ‘but’s’.

“I’ll see you when you get back, we can talk then” you tell him and his nostrils flare. He nods and leaves, giving the door a slight slam. You lock up behind him.  Drawing in a few deep breaths against the door. It takes too much mental fortitude not to want to call him back in, to set fire to the boundaries you set into place.

You’re about to spiral when your phone chimes. You open the message to a photo from your sister from the surveillance camera at your moms front door. You see your mom with her arms wrapped around Rogers with a robe on and house slippers. You smile.

Please tell Stella that you can't get your groove back during booty call hours. At least make the man take her out, sheesh.

Seester 

You laugh at the two stalkers in your life and mull over what's next for you and Rio as you look at the swatches for the house.

THREE

You head to your office after a long morning debrief and consider putting in your resignation to work with your sister or on your own. Lately things have been increasingly more and more tense. You turn on the television and see the reason for all the turmoil in the office. The election for Governor. Well, if the polling is correct - the new governor. His crime crack down plans have everyone scrambling to adjust. Beause of plan for an overhaul that’s bound to follow his election with all the policy changes. You change the channel not interested in seeing his rehearsed smile and photo ops with babies.

It’s Sonnie’s days with Rio so once you’re off the clock from working overtime it’s just you and the house alone. You could show up at your sisters but sometimes seeing her with her family makes you want one of your own.

Your alarm chimes as you finish up organizing your investigations and you lock everything up before heading home. You’re in your car when you get a call from Rio.

“Hey baby, how was school?’ You smile knowing it's Sonnie and not his father.

“It was fun today, we’re going to do a recital so I need to practice my instrument and get an outfit for the assembly.”

“Sounds fun, are you excited?”

“Yeah, dad made fajitas. There’s enough for you if you want to come over and have dinner” Sonnie says.

“Sonnie you can't just invite me to your dads house,” You tell him.

“Why not?” You hear Rio say and roll your eyes changing course to his loft.

“Dad doesn’t have a problem with it,” Sonnie says.

“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour” you say.

“Lets wait for mom” you hear Sonnie say excitedly.

“Alright, you don’t get an extension on bed time so go shower” Rio tells him and you hear him running away.

“Abuelita made spicy hot chocolate cookies, you want me to get vanilla ice cream?” Rio asks knowing it’s your favorite combination.

“It’s fine thanks, I’ll have them alone” you tell him.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to hear ‘it’d be so good with ice cream’ it should be delivered before you get here” he says after mocking you. You smile freely in the car where he cant see.

“I’m on a diet, Rio, today's not my cheat day” you tell him and he kisses his teeth in the phone. You can’t help but smile some more.

“Are you in nun training camp, diet, no liquor, no sex, what are you doing?” he asks.

“What if I am?”

“I got your fucking nun costume, i’ll be the cardinal, come see me in my chambers” he says making you laugh at his wild antics. It feels good to laugh after the day you’ve had.

“You’re stupid” you tell him.

“I miss your laugh,” he says. “I miss us Y/N” he says, sighing. Somehow the truth seems safer over the phone. 

“Me too” you whisper but the silence tells you he caught it.

“I’m sorry for making decisions that lead to you looking crazy in front of your people.” he says and it hits different because he’s never accepted responsibility before. “Trust me I regret even looking in her direction because it cost me my family but we’re older now, and in a few weeks I’ll be what you asked of me” he says. You allow the words to settle over you.

“Ok” you sigh. “Rio?”

“Yes baby?” he asks and you shake your head, taking the exit.

“Can you look into someone for me?”

“Who?”

“Jeff Rogers”

“Your moms little boyfriend?”

“So I’m the last to know?” you laugh.

“I need to know everyone with access to my son's homes. Ole boy has a couple baby mama’s and likes stolen merchandise. Nothing else, no debts - he’s clean. You’re safe, our sons’ safe” Rio says.

“Thank you” you tell him and he stays on the phone for the rest of your drive silently. 

His loft smells amazing when you walk in and Sonnie rushes into you. You bend to hug him tight.

“I missed you a lot today,” he says.

“I always miss you” you smile, kissing his cheeks. He takes your hand after you exit the bathroom bringing you to the table. Fajitas sit sizzling in the middle of the table. Rio started cooking when you were pregnant and was something of a natural. His body thanked him for it too. Eating better and hauling around furniture, car seats, groceries made him bulk up from his naturally slim physique. He’d never be big but the lean muscle was an extra special sprinkle. One you noticed he was getting back.

“Tell your mom what you told me about your friend in music class” Rio says tapping Sonnie on the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. Sonnie's expression brightens.

“Okay so mommy, Josh plays the tuba right and there’s this part where he needs to do two big blows. It always squeaks instead of sounding smooth.” Sonnie explains.

“Okay” you nod as his father makes his plate.

“So Josh … dad that’s too much vegetables!” Sonnie interjects.

“What’d abuelita tell you about gratitude?” Rio asks.

“Thank god for the food we’re blessed to eat and pray for the less fortunate.” Sonnie recites making you smile.

“You were telling me about Josh” you remind and he perks up again.

“So Josh is annoyed that he always has to try over and over again. He didn’t even want the tuba, he wanted to play the piano or the drums. It’s his part and he ate beans that gave him a tummy ache.” Sonnie says, pausing to laugh and hold his stomach. “When it was his turn he farted so loud the teacher said bravo” Sonnie says laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. You look at Rio who is no better and shake your head.

“HE POO’D” Sonnie yells and you cover your face, losing it at the two of them and the idea of the child coming up with such a flawed plan. “And he got in school suspension. Then the principal came to talk to us about mischief” Sonnie continues laughing.

“And I thought private school would be boring,” Rio laughs, shaking his head. They both laugh and you do too because of how boy humour works. Sonnie takes a deep breath as you fix your food. “Mom, you don’t get it. Everyone stopped and then Emily screamed EWWWW” he continues bursting into a fit of giggles. “The teacher's eyes went big like in the cartoons and she turned red like a stop sign when she saw” Sonnie says, fighting for breath.

“Sonnie I get it, I want to eat without thinking of your classmates' shenanigans” you laugh and he continues to do the same thing.

“Abuelita woulda tore my ass up if I did something so stupid. Where do kids get this shit from?” Rio asks, thoroughly amused.

“The internet is full of good pranks” Sonnie says and you shake your head.

“Well you stick to spectating.” You tell him and he smiles.

“Ok mom” he sighs, laughing to himself some more. “How was your day?” He asks.

“Nothing special until now, I get to be entertained by a laughing storyteller” you smile 

“Don’t forget dads cooking” Sonnies smiles.

“It’s very good Chris” you smile.

“Come by anytime” he says.

You keep your eyes on Sonnie who smiles watching the two of you showing all of his little teeth. You feel guilt for not giving him this more often.

“What else happened?”

“Mike was sad, his parents are getting a divorce. I told him it would be okay. But he said his parents won’t do stuff together like we do. He said his dad has a new girlfriend” Sonnie says.

“Every situation is different, baby. Sometimes people don’t get along and divorce is good. The alternative could be arguing all the time and two unhappy people.”

“Did you and daddy argue all the time?”

“No” Rio says before your shock wears off.

“So why don’t you have a ring and call daddy your husband, why do we live in different houses?” He asks. You thought you had more time.

“Because that’s what we decided was best for us as adults for the time. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re older but right now it doesn’t matter because we’re family and we show up for each other. You know your mommy calls me for anything and I call her too. We’re a team.” Rio says taking the lead.

“Daddy, do you get annoyed sometimes when she calls you?”

“Nah, your mother doesn’t annoy me. Look at her.” Rio says, making Sonnie smile.

“You know some of my friends whose parents are married aren’t nice to each other like you guys are. Parents are hard to understand” Sonnie reflects.

“People are difficult to understand baby. Just tell your friends that whatever happens between adults has nothing to do with the kids.” You smile and he nods.

“Okay” he nods, turning his attention back to his food and giggling  again at the tuba sharting incident no doubt. You finish your food and you load the dishwasher as Rio sets up the projector for a movie. You join them on the sectional and somehow you and Sonnie both end up leaning on his father. His cologne and body heat has you out like a light. You forgot how much the open concept loft feels like home until Rio’s waking you up. You check the time and see it’s after eleven. His eyes are sleepy too as he pulls you to the bedroom. You hear him in the bathroom and relieve yourself in Sonnies. Your stomach is full and so is your heart as you watch Sonnie sprawled across his full sized mattress.

You pad back to Rio’s room and see a toothbrush and one of your old night dresses out for you. You take a quick shower and reenter the bedroom to see an empty bed. You yawn getting in and wait for him but he doesn't come. Frowning you hope it’s not business and find him on the sectional.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy.

“Why are you out here?” You ask, unable to fathom that the man that can't stop making passes at you is opting to sleep on the couch.

“Boundaries” he yawns.

“Shut up and come to bed” you groan, padding back into his room. He follows as you hug your corner. He gets in and pulls you back against his body.

“Shh” he says before you can protest. 

Peace and sleep come faster than ever.

You wake up first, well rested and perfectly comfortable in Rio’s arms. He behaved last night and somehow that means more than anything else. You hold his arms against your body and his hold tightens silently. A kiss lands on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna get up and make breakfast” you whisper letting him go and it takes him a moment to release you. You get ready for the morning remembering when Sonnie was first born and this was your home. It was perfect in size, one floor making recovery easy. You pad out of the bedroom where he’s still asleep and look in the fridge to see what’s on the menu.

You whip up French toast and cut up some fruit relieved Rio isn’t feeding your son junk all the time. When you’re finished Sonnie smiles at you sleepily.

“Mommy you’re still here” he says and you bend to kiss the top of his head.

“We both fell asleep and it was late to drive home,” you explain.

“I’m happy you stayed, I think sometimes daddy gets lonely. You like alone time but I don’t think he does. You have auntie but when we’re together he’s all alone” Sonnie whispers. His emotional intelligence and empathy makes you proud.

“Then he needs hobbies and good friends,” you smile. “I know you want your daddy and I to get back together but I don’t want you involved. We got together without you the first time. We can do it again if it’s meant to be alright?” You ask and he pauses thinking it over before nodding.

“If you don’t get together can we spend more time together just the three of us at home. Not like at amusement parks and the movies?” He asks.

“We can” you nod and he hugs you tight.

“Thank you” he smiles and you make him his plate. He sits and you head into Rio’s closet hoping to find something that fits.

“Your clothes are still in your drawers” Rio says appearing behind you.

“Dusty?” you ask as reality pulls at your heart strings.

“Nah,” he says, opening the drawer. You find a pair of pants and a shirt to wear and smell them. “Abuelita came by and did the laundry to prepare for the move.” He says glazing over the fact that he’s never gotten rid of your things.

“Aren’t you going to miss this place?” You ask, stepping into the pants.

“I don’t miss places, I miss you” he says, holding your gaze.

“I looked over the swatches for the house and made my selections. I’ll send them to you when I get back home” you swallow meeting him halfway. You can feel the change in him, the fact he didn’t initiate sex last night was huge. The kind of respect and maturity you never expected. Rio had always been the man to take all the shots. Something about this version of him is unnerving, your heart races in anticipation as he showcases his newfound patience. You know when the two of you make it to bed together there’ll be no going back with how he’s about to put it down.

He smirks, stepping back like you’re thinking out loud.

“At least you know baby, acceptance is the next step” he whispers, kissing your cheek before leaving the closet. You shake your head wondering how he reads you so well. You try your best not to smile as you slip on a top and head back out to the kitchen with your boys.

______

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the domestic bliss and backstory. I decided to put two and three together since you guys seemed to like part one.

What are you doing in this situation?

Do you believe Rio's changed and a family man now?

Kind of, his actions show it.

Not sure.

YES! Him trying to sleep on the couch solidified it for me.

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[lovedlover]

girlll you’ve got me craving baked goods I need a cinnamon roll😭

it’s the sister rooting for Rio she said go get your mannnn!! like “Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work” “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” Had me cryingggg you’re hilarious 😭😭 “Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” too this was pure comedy!! But ugh I loved this Rio like yesss you had to grovel a bit and you still not where you wanna be yet baby steps but you MAY get there if you act right! I loved how she explained it to their son that was sweet ugh all the characters in this one just warmed me I loved itttt😭 Rio hurry up with that house!🙂‍↕️

[artsninspo]

Cinnamon rolls are top tier! I was thinking about those huge chocolate chip cookies that are like 700 calories while I was writing though lol

I had to inject some comic relief somehow 😆 @lovedlover

Rio's on the right track and his intention are in the right place lets hope it lands . They're excellent parents and coparents so it should all work itself out 😉

Thanks for reading and commenting 🥰

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COP & CRIMINAL - TWO & THREE

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.6K

Summary: These parts pick up where one left off.

TWO

You head into your mothers house with your sister on your heels. It smells like freshly baked goods. The ooey gooey kind that are behind the glass tiered shelves of overpriced bakeries. Your mom had worked in one for many years, her second job to provide the extras for her two girls. Cops kept the store safe, were regular customers and kept the tip jar full. You noticed how your Ma’s eyes lit at the sight of them. Maybe it was then that your brain subconsciously decided to join the academy. It sure as shit wasn’t to tote guns and save the world. Nor was it to be in life threatening situations. There were perks to being the baker's daughter and the little girl so many OG officers had watched grow up. They had a vested interest in your progress and development and so much of the hazing and toxicity evaded you.

“Mommy,” Sonnie says, rushing into your arms. 

“We’re playing manhunt but I saw your car and wanted to say hi. Theo and I are the last one’s standing” he bounces and you hug your nephew Theo.

“Okay baby don’t cheat by being in here - have fun” you smile kissing the top of Sonnie’s sweaty head.

“Have your friends come by for some sugar after all that running” Your mom hollers at her grandsons who are already out the door.

“The kids are outside again, the world is healing” your sister says, washing her hands behind you. You laugh heading into the kitchen to see the assortment of treats on your mothers island. You pick a classic cinnamon sugar donut that’s still warm and tastes better than the ones at the fair.

“Mom, why do you insist on giving the kids so much sugar?” your sister says biting into a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Hush, I want to talk to your sister before they come back,” your mother says.

You pause eating the donut to look up at her. “About?”

“That man of yours and the big house you’re moving into” Your Ma sighs. 

“Y/N you have a man, you think Rio’s gonna just let you move his son in with another man?” your sister asks.

“I don’t have a man. Ma’s talking about Christopher, apparently he bought a house for us. He told Sonnie about it and now Sonnie’s all excited.”

“Us? It hasn’t been us in a long time” Your mom says staring a hole in your face. She’s the real detective. Disarming you with freshly baked goods only to pounce when you least expect it.

“I’m just explaining what he told me.”

“Are you gonna move in?” Your sister asks.

“No.”

“Why not?” she groans, your sister is Rio’s biggest cheerleader in your family while everyone else is more skeptical - for good reason.

“Did we forget the photo I got sent of him staring in a red-head’s face like he was in love?” You ask, remembering the humiliation and heartbreak of getting a text from your cousin telling you your man was at the bar, then came the photographic evidence of what he’d been doing. They say good girls who don’t go outside get cheated on. They never lied. You’d been cuddled up on the couch with Sonnie who was asleep. Rio denied all allegations, claiming the proof wasn't what it was. Claiming it was business. But he was and is a master liar – the trust had been broken.

“No, but I also remember how he was when you were pregnant, getting you everything you needed, helping you get around, how patient he was, how he’d come in and rub your back and feet. You gave that man hell and he just took it in stride. I have a husband and the man calls me when I he has to go to the groceries to replace the houses staples for fuck sake- Sorry mama. Christopher’s always there no matter what, he’s present, makes sure you’re comfortable, he never misses Sonnie's milestones or important events and you still love him so live a little” she says.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mother is more indifferent to your child's father. She treats him well because he treats Sonnie well. Unlike your sister you didn’t do things the right way, there was no engagement or wedding before Sonnie. There was no meeting of the families and the lack of tradition didn't sit right with her. Neither did Rio being on the other side of the law.

“Ma, tell her to give the man another chance, don’t you want more grandchildren?” Your sister asks pretending to be pregnant by motioning around a nonexistent round stomach. Your mother’s silence stretches on.

“I want the two of you to be safe and well taken care of. I don’t think Christopher has his life set up in a way to do that without conflict. Your sister being with him is a huge risk.” Your mom says and your sister sighs, fanning Ma off.

“Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work. But get yours and let that man take some of the weight off your shoulders. You’re you, I know you already have everything set up for the worst. You know me - I don’t play about you. You have me and you have Ma. Fuck it” your sister says in your ear.

Your mother watches her girls shaking her head. “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” your sister says and you watch your mother freeze like she’s been caught stealing. The tips of her ears get more color and her swallowing goes shallow. She looks to the left, shaking her head.

“Your sister tells stories” she snaps dismissively and you’re a hundred percent sure she’s lying. She grabs a covered tray of pastries taking them outside.

“Mr Rogers?” you whisper.

“Mhm, you know my husband installed the security system. Imagine my surprise when mom gets a late night visitor that leaves in the morning. Ole’ girl stands on the porch in a robe tiptoeing to kiss him and everything” Your sister says making a disgusted face and you shake your head amused and disgusted as you picture it. You both shake your heads  making faces like you’re eating lemons and laugh. When your mom comes back for the second tray she glares at your sister still flustered. 

“Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” your sister continues, giving your Ma hell and you shake your head laughing. Your phone buzzes and you see a PDF of the home's blueprints. You click around and end up in a 3D render. You exit out of it overwhelmed by the possibility of what if.

“Quit that dangerous ass stressful ass job and come work with me or work for yourself as a PI. Go home to your babies every night and give your rose toy a break” she teases.

“You’re HELL, STOP” you warn laughing as you hold your hand up threatening to slap her. She may be older but you’re taller, with a better wingspan. “I’ll consider what you said” you sigh and she relaxes.

You and Sonnie head home after sunset, he’s pooped from all the running and already showered. Like clockwork he falls asleep in the car. You prepare mentally to haul his dead weight into the house when you spot his fathers car parked. Relief washes over you as you park and get out. Rio strolls over to get Sonnie out of the car. No words are exchanged as he follows you into the house heading upstairs with his son. When he comes back down he steps out, only to return with a bag. He starts taking things out, colour swatches, granite and marble slabs, wood colouring and a brochure with different designs for the kitchen and bathrooms.

“I had a long day, I can’t think about this or go back and forth with you right now” you sigh.

“Tell me about your day then” he says, being patient. You take a container out of your bag and push his favorite of your mothers pastries over to him.

“Ahh you went to see my hater’s federation” he smiles while digging in and talking about your mom.

“You weren’t stalking me today?”

“I don’t need eyes on you when you’re with our son. It’s when you find yourself working and playing that I tag myself in” he says without apology. There’s so much history between you. So much love for him that's still there. You’ve run the list on paper and in your head more times than you care to admit. The pros and cons almost always equaled out. His shady dealings and penchant for lies kept you resolute in your decision to stay broken up.

“Alright, I can tell you’re not in the mood. Look over what I sent when you can choose what matches and works. I’ll be out of town for the next two days. We can talk when I get back” he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“To pick up Abuelita and see the family.”

“You don’t want to take Sonnie?”

“Nah, they’ll be down in a few weeks. My cousin is doing big things” Rio smirks.

“Nick?”

“Nah, beautiful not Nick.” Rio says closing the distance. “I didn’t get my kiss the other night”

“You sound like a corny teenager” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

“You know I like when you find yourself being mean to me. Makes the begging sweeter when I’m inside you” he says turning you on. You hate how your body reacts to him. You cut your eyes creating distance. It’s what your sister didn’t account for. There would be no playing in his face when he’s the game maker. You walk to the printer and hand him Sonnie's finalized soccer game schedule.

“Safe travels” you say hoping he leaves NOW but he doesn't. His hands graze your shirt before holding you by your waist. He invades your space, his cologne aromatherapy, casting a spell on your good sense.

“This isn’t a game to me, this is our life and I’m not playing. Never was … getting set up took longer than I expected. I’ve stayed away so you should know that me applying pressure means things have changed and your conditions are being met.” he says with eyes as earnest as your sons when he speaks with conviction. You’re close to being putty in his hands.

“Who was she?” you ask using your trump card. He lets go like clockwork, giving you space you would have otherwise begged for. He sighs deeply backing you and you head back into the kitchen resetting for the night. You wait to hear his footsteps leading out of the house and for the door to close. You wait for the tension to leave your house with the man causing it but nothing happens. The quiet stillness from him charges the atmosphere.

“It was complicated, she was a partner in my business. We had history but I hadn’t touched her in years. She found herself there trying to seduce me back into business. I played into it but I didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her. I never cheated but you don’t believe me” he says with your back turned to him. The explanation is far too flawed leaving too much room for questions and conflict for it to be the lie he’s come up with after so many years. You decide to contemplate it being the truth.

“We’re great coparents and Sonnie is well adjusted-”

“Don’t logic me, this isn’t about that” he says, the frustration in his voice causing it to rasp.

“Didn’t I tell you I had a long day?’ you ask.

“Let me fix it” he says and you want him to. You want him to, so badly. To follow you into your bedroom and turn the tension into pleasure. To ease the frustration into release. To feel his body on yours, to feel him sliding into you as his mouth claimed yours hungrily.

But there were a hundred ‘but’s’.

“I’ll see you when you get back, we can talk then” you tell him and his nostrils flare. He nods and leaves, giving the door a slight slam. You lock up behind him.  Drawing in a few deep breaths against the door. It takes too much mental fortitude not to want to call him back in, to set fire to the boundaries you set into place.

You’re about to spiral when your phone chimes. You open the message to a photo from your sister from the surveillance camera at your moms front door. You see your mom with her arms wrapped around Rogers with a robe on and house slippers. You smile.

Please tell Stella that you can't get your groove back during booty call hours. At least make the man take her out, sheesh.

Seester 

You laugh at the two stalkers in your life and mull over what's next for you and Rio as you look at the swatches for the house.

THREE

You head to your office after a long morning debrief and consider putting in your resignation to work with your sister or on your own. Lately things have been increasingly more and more tense. You turn on the television and see the reason for all the turmoil in the office. The election for Governor. Well, if the polling is correct - the new governor. His crime crack down plans have everyone scrambling to adjust. Beause of plan for an overhaul that’s bound to follow his election with all the policy changes. You change the channel not interested in seeing his rehearsed smile and photo ops with babies.

It’s Sonnie’s days with Rio so once you’re off the clock from working overtime it’s just you and the house alone. You could show up at your sisters but sometimes seeing her with her family makes you want one of your own.

Your alarm chimes as you finish up organizing your investigations and you lock everything up before heading home. You’re in your car when you get a call from Rio.

“Hey baby, how was school?’ You smile knowing it's Sonnie and not his father.

“It was fun today, we’re going to do a recital so I need to practice my instrument and get an outfit for the assembly.”

“Sounds fun, are you excited?”

“Yeah, dad made fajitas. There’s enough for you if you want to come over and have dinner” Sonnie says.

“Sonnie you can't just invite me to your dads house,” You tell him.

“Why not?” You hear Rio say and roll your eyes changing course to his loft.

“Dad doesn’t have a problem with it,” Sonnie says.

“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour” you say.

“Lets wait for mom” you hear Sonnie say excitedly.

“Alright, you don’t get an extension on bed time so go shower” Rio tells him and you hear him running away.

“Abuelita made spicy hot chocolate cookies, you want me to get vanilla ice cream?” Rio asks knowing it’s your favorite combination.

“It’s fine thanks, I’ll have them alone” you tell him.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to hear ‘it’d be so good with ice cream’ it should be delivered before you get here” he says after mocking you. You smile freely in the car where he cant see.

“I’m on a diet, Rio, today's not my cheat day” you tell him and he kisses his teeth in the phone. You can’t help but smile some more.

“Are you in nun training camp, diet, no liquor, no sex, what are you doing?” he asks.

“What if I am?”

“I got your fucking nun costume, i’ll be the cardinal, come see me in my chambers” he says making you laugh at his wild antics. It feels good to laugh after the day you’ve had.

“You’re stupid” you tell him.

“I miss your laugh,” he says. “I miss us Y/N” he says, sighing. Somehow the truth seems safer over the phone. 

“Me too” you whisper but the silence tells you he caught it.

“I’m sorry for making decisions that lead to you looking crazy in front of your people.” he says and it hits different because he’s never accepted responsibility before. “Trust me I regret even looking in her direction because it cost me my family but we’re older now, and in a few weeks I’ll be what you asked of me” he says. You allow the words to settle over you.

“Ok” you sigh. “Rio?”

“Yes baby?” he asks and you shake your head, taking the exit.

“Can you look into someone for me?”

“Who?”

“Jeff Rogers”

“Your moms little boyfriend?”

“So I’m the last to know?” you laugh.

“I need to know everyone with access to my son's homes. Ole boy has a couple baby mama’s and likes stolen merchandise. Nothing else, no debts - he’s clean. You’re safe, our sons’ safe” Rio says.

“Thank you” you tell him and he stays on the phone for the rest of your drive silently. 

His loft smells amazing when you walk in and Sonnie rushes into you. You bend to hug him tight.

“I missed you a lot today,” he says.

“I always miss you” you smile, kissing his cheeks. He takes your hand after you exit the bathroom bringing you to the table. Fajitas sit sizzling in the middle of the table. Rio started cooking when you were pregnant and was something of a natural. His body thanked him for it too. Eating better and hauling around furniture, car seats, groceries made him bulk up from his naturally slim physique. He’d never be big but the lean muscle was an extra special sprinkle. One you noticed he was getting back.

“Tell your mom what you told me about your friend in music class” Rio says tapping Sonnie on the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. Sonnie's expression brightens.

“Okay so mommy, Josh plays the tuba right and there’s this part where he needs to do two big blows. It always squeaks instead of sounding smooth.” Sonnie explains.

“Okay” you nod as his father makes his plate.

“So Josh … dad that’s too much vegetables!” Sonnie interjects.

“What’d abuelita tell you about gratitude?” Rio asks.

“Thank god for the food we’re blessed to eat and pray for the less fortunate.” Sonnie recites making you smile.

“You were telling me about Josh” you remind and he perks up again.

“So Josh is annoyed that he always has to try over and over again. He didn’t even want the tuba, he wanted to play the piano or the drums. It’s his part and he ate beans that gave him a tummy ache.” Sonnie says, pausing to laugh and hold his stomach. “When it was his turn he farted so loud the teacher said bravo” Sonnie says laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. You look at Rio who is no better and shake your head.

“HE POO’D” Sonnie yells and you cover your face, losing it at the two of them and the idea of the child coming up with such a flawed plan. “And he got in school suspension. Then the principal came to talk to us about mischief” Sonnie continues laughing.

“And I thought private school would be boring,” Rio laughs, shaking his head. They both laugh and you do too because of how boy humour works. Sonnie takes a deep breath as you fix your food. “Mom, you don’t get it. Everyone stopped and then Emily screamed EWWWW” he continues bursting into a fit of giggles. “The teacher's eyes went big like in the cartoons and she turned red like a stop sign when she saw” Sonnie says, fighting for breath.

“Sonnie I get it, I want to eat without thinking of your classmates' shenanigans” you laugh and he continues to do the same thing.

“Abuelita woulda tore my ass up if I did something so stupid. Where do kids get this shit from?” Rio asks, thoroughly amused.

“The internet is full of good pranks” Sonnie says and you shake your head.

“Well you stick to spectating.” You tell him and he smiles.

“Ok mom” he sighs, laughing to himself some more. “How was your day?” He asks.

“Nothing special until now, I get to be entertained by a laughing storyteller” you smile 

“Don’t forget dads cooking” Sonnies smiles.

“It’s very good Chris” you smile.

“Come by anytime” he says.

You keep your eyes on Sonnie who smiles watching the two of you showing all of his little teeth. You feel guilt for not giving him this more often.

“What else happened?”

“Mike was sad, his parents are getting a divorce. I told him it would be okay. But he said his parents won’t do stuff together like we do. He said his dad has a new girlfriend” Sonnie says.

“Every situation is different, baby. Sometimes people don’t get along and divorce is good. The alternative could be arguing all the time and two unhappy people.”

“Did you and daddy argue all the time?”

“No” Rio says before your shock wears off.

“So why don’t you have a ring and call daddy your husband, why do we live in different houses?” He asks. You thought you had more time.

“Because that’s what we decided was best for us as adults for the time. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re older but right now it doesn’t matter because we’re family and we show up for each other. You know your mommy calls me for anything and I call her too. We’re a team.” Rio says taking the lead.

“Daddy, do you get annoyed sometimes when she calls you?”

“Nah, your mother doesn’t annoy me. Look at her.” Rio says, making Sonnie smile.

“You know some of my friends whose parents are married aren’t nice to each other like you guys are. Parents are hard to understand” Sonnie reflects.

“People are difficult to understand baby. Just tell your friends that whatever happens between adults has nothing to do with the kids.” You smile and he nods.

“Okay” he nods, turning his attention back to his food and giggling  again at the tuba sharting incident no doubt. You finish your food and you load the dishwasher as Rio sets up the projector for a movie. You join them on the sectional and somehow you and Sonnie both end up leaning on his father. His cologne and body heat has you out like a light. You forgot how much the open concept loft feels like home until Rio’s waking you up. You check the time and see it’s after eleven. His eyes are sleepy too as he pulls you to the bedroom. You hear him in the bathroom and relieve yourself in Sonnies. Your stomach is full and so is your heart as you watch Sonnie sprawled across his full sized mattress.

You pad back to Rio’s room and see a toothbrush and one of your old night dresses out for you. You take a quick shower and reenter the bedroom to see an empty bed. You yawn getting in and wait for him but he doesn't come. Frowning you hope it’s not business and find him on the sectional.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy.

“Why are you out here?” You ask, unable to fathom that the man that can't stop making passes at you is opting to sleep on the couch.

“Boundaries” he yawns.

“Shut up and come to bed” you groan, padding back into his room. He follows as you hug your corner. He gets in and pulls you back against his body.

“Shh” he says before you can protest. 

Peace and sleep come faster than ever.

You wake up first, well rested and perfectly comfortable in Rio’s arms. He behaved last night and somehow that means more than anything else. You hold his arms against your body and his hold tightens silently. A kiss lands on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna get up and make breakfast” you whisper letting him go and it takes him a moment to release you. You get ready for the morning remembering when Sonnie was first born and this was your home. It was perfect in size, one floor making recovery easy. You pad out of the bedroom where he’s still asleep and look in the fridge to see what’s on the menu.

You whip up French toast and cut up some fruit relieved Rio isn’t feeding your son junk all the time. When you’re finished Sonnie smiles at you sleepily.

“Mommy you’re still here” he says and you bend to kiss the top of his head.

“We both fell asleep and it was late to drive home,” you explain.

“I’m happy you stayed, I think sometimes daddy gets lonely. You like alone time but I don’t think he does. You have auntie but when we’re together he’s all alone” Sonnie whispers. His emotional intelligence and empathy makes you proud.

“Then he needs hobbies and good friends,” you smile. “I know you want your daddy and I to get back together but I don’t want you involved. We got together without you the first time. We can do it again if it’s meant to be alright?” You ask and he pauses thinking it over before nodding.

“If you don’t get together can we spend more time together just the three of us at home. Not like at amusement parks and the movies?” He asks.

“We can” you nod and he hugs you tight.

“Thank you” he smiles and you make him his plate. He sits and you head into Rio’s closet hoping to find something that fits.

“Your clothes are still in your drawers” Rio says appearing behind you.

“Dusty?” you ask as reality pulls at your heart strings.

“Nah,” he says, opening the drawer. You find a pair of pants and a shirt to wear and smell them. “Abuelita came by and did the laundry to prepare for the move.” He says glazing over the fact that he’s never gotten rid of your things.

“Aren’t you going to miss this place?” You ask, stepping into the pants.

“I don’t miss places, I miss you” he says, holding your gaze.

“I looked over the swatches for the house and made my selections. I’ll send them to you when I get back home” you swallow meeting him halfway. You can feel the change in him, the fact he didn’t initiate sex last night was huge. The kind of respect and maturity you never expected. Rio had always been the man to take all the shots. Something about this version of him is unnerving, your heart races in anticipation as he showcases his newfound patience. You know when the two of you make it to bed together there’ll be no going back with how he’s about to put it down.

He smirks, stepping back like you’re thinking out loud.

“At least you know baby, acceptance is the next step” he whispers, kissing your cheek before leaving the closet. You shake your head wondering how he reads you so well. You try your best not to smile as you slip on a top and head back out to the kitchen with your boys.

______

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the domestic bliss and backstory. I decided to put two and three together since you guys seemed to like part one.

What are you doing in this situation?

Do you believe Rio's changed and a family man now?

Kind of, his actions show it.

Not sure.

YES! Him trying to sleep on the couch solidified it for me.

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All Rio had to say was “Yes baby?” and I instantly folded😫

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@stilestotherescue it’s like that sometimes 😂😂

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COP & CRIMINAL - TWO & THREE

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.6K

Summary: These parts pick up where one left off.

TWO

You head into your mothers house with your sister on your heels. It smells like freshly baked goods. The ooey gooey kind that are behind the glass tiered shelves of overpriced bakeries. Your mom had worked in one for many years, her second job to provide the extras for her two girls. Cops kept the store safe, were regular customers and kept the tip jar full. You noticed how your Ma’s eyes lit at the sight of them. Maybe it was then that your brain subconsciously decided to join the academy. It sure as shit wasn’t to tote guns and save the world. Nor was it to be in life threatening situations. There were perks to being the baker's daughter and the little girl so many OG officers had watched grow up. They had a vested interest in your progress and development and so much of the hazing and toxicity evaded you.

“Mommy,” Sonnie says, rushing into your arms. 

“We’re playing manhunt but I saw your car and wanted to say hi. Theo and I are the last one’s standing” he bounces and you hug your nephew Theo.

“Okay baby don’t cheat by being in here - have fun” you smile kissing the top of Sonnie’s sweaty head.

“Have your friends come by for some sugar after all that running” Your mom hollers at her grandsons who are already out the door.

“The kids are outside again, the world is healing” your sister says, washing her hands behind you. You laugh heading into the kitchen to see the assortment of treats on your mothers island. You pick a classic cinnamon sugar donut that’s still warm and tastes better than the ones at the fair.

“Mom, why do you insist on giving the kids so much sugar?” your sister says biting into a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Hush, I want to talk to your sister before they come back,” your mother says.

You pause eating the donut to look up at her. “About?”

“That man of yours and the big house you’re moving into” Your Ma sighs. 

“Y/N you have a man, you think Rio’s gonna just let you move his son in with another man?” your sister asks.

“I don’t have a man. Ma’s talking about Christopher, apparently he bought a house for us. He told Sonnie about it and now Sonnie’s all excited.”

“Us? It hasn’t been us in a long time” Your mom says staring a hole in your face. She’s the real detective. Disarming you with freshly baked goods only to pounce when you least expect it.

“I’m just explaining what he told me.”

“Are you gonna move in?” Your sister asks.

“No.”

“Why not?” she groans, your sister is Rio’s biggest cheerleader in your family while everyone else is more skeptical - for good reason.

“Did we forget the photo I got sent of him staring in a red-head’s face like he was in love?” You ask, remembering the humiliation and heartbreak of getting a text from your cousin telling you your man was at the bar, then came the photographic evidence of what he’d been doing. They say good girls who don’t go outside get cheated on. They never lied. You’d been cuddled up on the couch with Sonnie who was asleep. Rio denied all allegations, claiming the proof wasn't what it was. Claiming it was business. But he was and is a master liar – the trust had been broken.

“No, but I also remember how he was when you were pregnant, getting you everything you needed, helping you get around, how patient he was, how he’d come in and rub your back and feet. You gave that man hell and he just took it in stride. I have a husband and the man calls me when I he has to go to the groceries to replace the houses staples for fuck sake- Sorry mama. Christopher’s always there no matter what, he’s present, makes sure you’re comfortable, he never misses Sonnie's milestones or important events and you still love him so live a little” she says.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mother is more indifferent to your child's father. She treats him well because he treats Sonnie well. Unlike your sister you didn’t do things the right way, there was no engagement or wedding before Sonnie. There was no meeting of the families and the lack of tradition didn't sit right with her. Neither did Rio being on the other side of the law.

“Ma, tell her to give the man another chance, don’t you want more grandchildren?” Your sister asks pretending to be pregnant by motioning around a nonexistent round stomach. Your mother’s silence stretches on.

“I want the two of you to be safe and well taken care of. I don’t think Christopher has his life set up in a way to do that without conflict. Your sister being with him is a huge risk.” Your mom says and your sister sighs, fanning Ma off.

“Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work. But get yours and let that man take some of the weight off your shoulders. You’re you, I know you already have everything set up for the worst. You know me - I don’t play about you. You have me and you have Ma. Fuck it” your sister says in your ear.

Your mother watches her girls shaking her head. “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” your sister says and you watch your mother freeze like she’s been caught stealing. The tips of her ears get more color and her swallowing goes shallow. She looks to the left, shaking her head.

“Your sister tells stories” she snaps dismissively and you’re a hundred percent sure she’s lying. She grabs a covered tray of pastries taking them outside.

“Mr Rogers?” you whisper.

“Mhm, you know my husband installed the security system. Imagine my surprise when mom gets a late night visitor that leaves in the morning. Ole’ girl stands on the porch in a robe tiptoeing to kiss him and everything” Your sister says making a disgusted face and you shake your head amused and disgusted as you picture it. You both shake your heads  making faces like you’re eating lemons and laugh. When your mom comes back for the second tray she glares at your sister still flustered. 

“Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” your sister continues, giving your Ma hell and you shake your head laughing. Your phone buzzes and you see a PDF of the home's blueprints. You click around and end up in a 3D render. You exit out of it overwhelmed by the possibility of what if.

“Quit that dangerous ass stressful ass job and come work with me or work for yourself as a PI. Go home to your babies every night and give your rose toy a break” she teases.

“You’re HELL, STOP” you warn laughing as you hold your hand up threatening to slap her. She may be older but you’re taller, with a better wingspan. “I’ll consider what you said” you sigh and she relaxes.

You and Sonnie head home after sunset, he’s pooped from all the running and already showered. Like clockwork he falls asleep in the car. You prepare mentally to haul his dead weight into the house when you spot his fathers car parked. Relief washes over you as you park and get out. Rio strolls over to get Sonnie out of the car. No words are exchanged as he follows you into the house heading upstairs with his son. When he comes back down he steps out, only to return with a bag. He starts taking things out, colour swatches, granite and marble slabs, wood colouring and a brochure with different designs for the kitchen and bathrooms.

“I had a long day, I can’t think about this or go back and forth with you right now” you sigh.

“Tell me about your day then” he says, being patient. You take a container out of your bag and push his favorite of your mothers pastries over to him.

“Ahh you went to see my hater’s federation” he smiles while digging in and talking about your mom.

“You weren’t stalking me today?”

“I don’t need eyes on you when you’re with our son. It’s when you find yourself working and playing that I tag myself in” he says without apology. There’s so much history between you. So much love for him that's still there. You’ve run the list on paper and in your head more times than you care to admit. The pros and cons almost always equaled out. His shady dealings and penchant for lies kept you resolute in your decision to stay broken up.

“Alright, I can tell you’re not in the mood. Look over what I sent when you can choose what matches and works. I’ll be out of town for the next two days. We can talk when I get back” he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

“To pick up Abuelita and see the family.”

“You don’t want to take Sonnie?”

“Nah, they’ll be down in a few weeks. My cousin is doing big things” Rio smirks.

“Nick?”

“Nah, beautiful not Nick.” Rio says closing the distance. “I didn’t get my kiss the other night”

“You sound like a corny teenager” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

“You know I like when you find yourself being mean to me. Makes the begging sweeter when I’m inside you” he says turning you on. You hate how your body reacts to him. You cut your eyes creating distance. It’s what your sister didn’t account for. There would be no playing in his face when he’s the game maker. You walk to the printer and hand him Sonnie's finalized soccer game schedule.

“Safe travels” you say hoping he leaves NOW but he doesn't. His hands graze your shirt before holding you by your waist. He invades your space, his cologne aromatherapy, casting a spell on your good sense.

“This isn’t a game to me, this is our life and I’m not playing. Never was … getting set up took longer than I expected. I’ve stayed away so you should know that me applying pressure means things have changed and your conditions are being met.” he says with eyes as earnest as your sons when he speaks with conviction. You’re close to being putty in his hands.

“Who was she?” you ask using your trump card. He lets go like clockwork, giving you space you would have otherwise begged for. He sighs deeply backing you and you head back into the kitchen resetting for the night. You wait to hear his footsteps leading out of the house and for the door to close. You wait for the tension to leave your house with the man causing it but nothing happens. The quiet stillness from him charges the atmosphere.

“It was complicated, she was a partner in my business. We had history but I hadn’t touched her in years. She found herself there trying to seduce me back into business. I played into it but I didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her. I never cheated but you don’t believe me” he says with your back turned to him. The explanation is far too flawed leaving too much room for questions and conflict for it to be the lie he’s come up with after so many years. You decide to contemplate it being the truth.

“We’re great coparents and Sonnie is well adjusted-”

“Don’t logic me, this isn’t about that” he says, the frustration in his voice causing it to rasp.

“Didn’t I tell you I had a long day?’ you ask.

“Let me fix it” he says and you want him to. You want him to, so badly. To follow you into your bedroom and turn the tension into pleasure. To ease the frustration into release. To feel his body on yours, to feel him sliding into you as his mouth claimed yours hungrily.

But there were a hundred ‘but’s’.

“I’ll see you when you get back, we can talk then” you tell him and his nostrils flare. He nods and leaves, giving the door a slight slam. You lock up behind him.  Drawing in a few deep breaths against the door. It takes too much mental fortitude not to want to call him back in, to set fire to the boundaries you set into place.

You’re about to spiral when your phone chimes. You open the message to a photo from your sister from the surveillance camera at your moms front door. You see your mom with her arms wrapped around Rogers with a robe on and house slippers. You smile.

Please tell Stella that you can't get your groove back during booty call hours. At least make the man take her out, sheesh.

Seester 

You laugh at the two stalkers in your life and mull over what's next for you and Rio as you look at the swatches for the house.

THREE

You head to your office after a long morning debrief and consider putting in your resignation to work with your sister or on your own. Lately things have been increasingly more and more tense. You turn on the television and see the reason for all the turmoil in the office. The election for Governor. Well, if the polling is correct - the new governor. His crime crack down plans have everyone scrambling to adjust. Beause of plan for an overhaul that’s bound to follow his election with all the policy changes. You change the channel not interested in seeing his rehearsed smile and photo ops with babies.

It’s Sonnie’s days with Rio so once you’re off the clock from working overtime it’s just you and the house alone. You could show up at your sisters but sometimes seeing her with her family makes you want one of your own.

Your alarm chimes as you finish up organizing your investigations and you lock everything up before heading home. You’re in your car when you get a call from Rio.

“Hey baby, how was school?’ You smile knowing it's Sonnie and not his father.

“It was fun today, we’re going to do a recital so I need to practice my instrument and get an outfit for the assembly.”

“Sounds fun, are you excited?”

“Yeah, dad made fajitas. There’s enough for you if you want to come over and have dinner” Sonnie says.

“Sonnie you can't just invite me to your dads house,” You tell him.

“Why not?” You hear Rio say and roll your eyes changing course to his loft.

“Dad doesn’t have a problem with it,” Sonnie says.

“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour” you say.

“Lets wait for mom” you hear Sonnie say excitedly.

“Alright, you don’t get an extension on bed time so go shower” Rio tells him and you hear him running away.

“Abuelita made spicy hot chocolate cookies, you want me to get vanilla ice cream?” Rio asks knowing it’s your favorite combination.

“It’s fine thanks, I’ll have them alone” you tell him.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to hear ‘it’d be so good with ice cream’ it should be delivered before you get here” he says after mocking you. You smile freely in the car where he cant see.

“I’m on a diet, Rio, today's not my cheat day” you tell him and he kisses his teeth in the phone. You can’t help but smile some more.

“Are you in nun training camp, diet, no liquor, no sex, what are you doing?” he asks.

“What if I am?”

“I got your fucking nun costume, i’ll be the cardinal, come see me in my chambers” he says making you laugh at his wild antics. It feels good to laugh after the day you’ve had.

“You’re stupid” you tell him.

“I miss your laugh,” he says. “I miss us Y/N” he says, sighing. Somehow the truth seems safer over the phone. 

“Me too” you whisper but the silence tells you he caught it.

“I’m sorry for making decisions that lead to you looking crazy in front of your people.” he says and it hits different because he’s never accepted responsibility before. “Trust me I regret even looking in her direction because it cost me my family but we’re older now, and in a few weeks I’ll be what you asked of me” he says. You allow the words to settle over you.

“Ok” you sigh. “Rio?”

“Yes baby?” he asks and you shake your head, taking the exit.

“Can you look into someone for me?”

“Who?”

“Jeff Rogers”

“Your moms little boyfriend?”

“So I’m the last to know?” you laugh.

“I need to know everyone with access to my son's homes. Ole boy has a couple baby mama’s and likes stolen merchandise. Nothing else, no debts - he’s clean. You’re safe, our sons’ safe” Rio says.

“Thank you” you tell him and he stays on the phone for the rest of your drive silently. 

His loft smells amazing when you walk in and Sonnie rushes into you. You bend to hug him tight.

“I missed you a lot today,” he says.

“I always miss you” you smile, kissing his cheeks. He takes your hand after you exit the bathroom bringing you to the table. Fajitas sit sizzling in the middle of the table. Rio started cooking when you were pregnant and was something of a natural. His body thanked him for it too. Eating better and hauling around furniture, car seats, groceries made him bulk up from his naturally slim physique. He’d never be big but the lean muscle was an extra special sprinkle. One you noticed he was getting back.

“Tell your mom what you told me about your friend in music class” Rio says tapping Sonnie on the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. Sonnie's expression brightens.

“Okay so mommy, Josh plays the tuba right and there’s this part where he needs to do two big blows. It always squeaks instead of sounding smooth.” Sonnie explains.

“Okay” you nod as his father makes his plate.

“So Josh … dad that’s too much vegetables!” Sonnie interjects.

“What’d abuelita tell you about gratitude?” Rio asks.

“Thank god for the food we’re blessed to eat and pray for the less fortunate.” Sonnie recites making you smile.

“You were telling me about Josh” you remind and he perks up again.

“So Josh is annoyed that he always has to try over and over again. He didn’t even want the tuba, he wanted to play the piano or the drums. It’s his part and he ate beans that gave him a tummy ache.” Sonnie says, pausing to laugh and hold his stomach. “When it was his turn he farted so loud the teacher said bravo” Sonnie says laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. You look at Rio who is no better and shake your head.

“HE POO’D” Sonnie yells and you cover your face, losing it at the two of them and the idea of the child coming up with such a flawed plan. “And he got in school suspension. Then the principal came to talk to us about mischief” Sonnie continues laughing.

“And I thought private school would be boring,” Rio laughs, shaking his head. They both laugh and you do too because of how boy humour works. Sonnie takes a deep breath as you fix your food. “Mom, you don’t get it. Everyone stopped and then Emily screamed EWWWW” he continues bursting into a fit of giggles. “The teacher's eyes went big like in the cartoons and she turned red like a stop sign when she saw” Sonnie says, fighting for breath.

“Sonnie I get it, I want to eat without thinking of your classmates' shenanigans” you laugh and he continues to do the same thing.

“Abuelita woulda tore my ass up if I did something so stupid. Where do kids get this shit from?” Rio asks, thoroughly amused.

“The internet is full of good pranks” Sonnie says and you shake your head.

“Well you stick to spectating.” You tell him and he smiles.

“Ok mom” he sighs, laughing to himself some more. “How was your day?” He asks.

“Nothing special until now, I get to be entertained by a laughing storyteller” you smile 

“Don’t forget dads cooking” Sonnies smiles.

“It’s very good Chris” you smile.

“Come by anytime” he says.

You keep your eyes on Sonnie who smiles watching the two of you showing all of his little teeth. You feel guilt for not giving him this more often.

“What else happened?”

“Mike was sad, his parents are getting a divorce. I told him it would be okay. But he said his parents won’t do stuff together like we do. He said his dad has a new girlfriend” Sonnie says.

“Every situation is different, baby. Sometimes people don’t get along and divorce is good. The alternative could be arguing all the time and two unhappy people.”

“Did you and daddy argue all the time?”

“No” Rio says before your shock wears off.

“So why don’t you have a ring and call daddy your husband, why do we live in different houses?” He asks. You thought you had more time.

“Because that’s what we decided was best for us as adults for the time. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re older but right now it doesn’t matter because we’re family and we show up for each other. You know your mommy calls me for anything and I call her too. We’re a team.” Rio says taking the lead.

“Daddy, do you get annoyed sometimes when she calls you?”

“Nah, your mother doesn’t annoy me. Look at her.” Rio says, making Sonnie smile.

“You know some of my friends whose parents are married aren’t nice to each other like you guys are. Parents are hard to understand” Sonnie reflects.

“People are difficult to understand baby. Just tell your friends that whatever happens between adults has nothing to do with the kids.” You smile and he nods.

“Okay” he nods, turning his attention back to his food and giggling  again at the tuba sharting incident no doubt. You finish your food and you load the dishwasher as Rio sets up the projector for a movie. You join them on the sectional and somehow you and Sonnie both end up leaning on his father. His cologne and body heat has you out like a light. You forgot how much the open concept loft feels like home until Rio’s waking you up. You check the time and see it’s after eleven. His eyes are sleepy too as he pulls you to the bedroom. You hear him in the bathroom and relieve yourself in Sonnies. Your stomach is full and so is your heart as you watch Sonnie sprawled across his full sized mattress.

You pad back to Rio’s room and see a toothbrush and one of your old night dresses out for you. You take a quick shower and reenter the bedroom to see an empty bed. You yawn getting in and wait for him but he doesn't come. Frowning you hope it’s not business and find him on the sectional.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy.

“Why are you out here?” You ask, unable to fathom that the man that can't stop making passes at you is opting to sleep on the couch.

“Boundaries” he yawns.

“Shut up and come to bed” you groan, padding back into his room. He follows as you hug your corner. He gets in and pulls you back against his body.

“Shh” he says before you can protest. 

Peace and sleep come faster than ever.

You wake up first, well rested and perfectly comfortable in Rio’s arms. He behaved last night and somehow that means more than anything else. You hold his arms against your body and his hold tightens silently. A kiss lands on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna get up and make breakfast” you whisper letting him go and it takes him a moment to release you. You get ready for the morning remembering when Sonnie was first born and this was your home. It was perfect in size, one floor making recovery easy. You pad out of the bedroom where he’s still asleep and look in the fridge to see what’s on the menu.

You whip up French toast and cut up some fruit relieved Rio isn’t feeding your son junk all the time. When you’re finished Sonnie smiles at you sleepily.

“Mommy you’re still here” he says and you bend to kiss the top of his head.

“We both fell asleep and it was late to drive home,” you explain.

“I’m happy you stayed, I think sometimes daddy gets lonely. You like alone time but I don’t think he does. You have auntie but when we’re together he’s all alone” Sonnie whispers. His emotional intelligence and empathy makes you proud.

“Then he needs hobbies and good friends,” you smile. “I know you want your daddy and I to get back together but I don’t want you involved. We got together without you the first time. We can do it again if it’s meant to be alright?” You ask and he pauses thinking it over before nodding.

“If you don’t get together can we spend more time together just the three of us at home. Not like at amusement parks and the movies?” He asks.

“We can” you nod and he hugs you tight.

“Thank you” he smiles and you make him his plate. He sits and you head into Rio’s closet hoping to find something that fits.

“Your clothes are still in your drawers” Rio says appearing behind you.

“Dusty?” you ask as reality pulls at your heart strings.

“Nah,” he says, opening the drawer. You find a pair of pants and a shirt to wear and smell them. “Abuelita came by and did the laundry to prepare for the move.” He says glazing over the fact that he’s never gotten rid of your things.

“Aren’t you going to miss this place?” You ask, stepping into the pants.

“I don’t miss places, I miss you” he says, holding your gaze.

“I looked over the swatches for the house and made my selections. I’ll send them to you when I get back home” you swallow meeting him halfway. You can feel the change in him, the fact he didn’t initiate sex last night was huge. The kind of respect and maturity you never expected. Rio had always been the man to take all the shots. Something about this version of him is unnerving, your heart races in anticipation as he showcases his newfound patience. You know when the two of you make it to bed together there’ll be no going back with how he’s about to put it down.

He smirks, stepping back like you’re thinking out loud.

“At least you know baby, acceptance is the next step” he whispers, kissing your cheek before leaving the closet. You shake your head wondering how he reads you so well. You try your best not to smile as you slip on a top and head back out to the kitchen with your boys.

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Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the domestic bliss and backstory. I decided to put two and three together since you guys seemed to like part one.

What are you doing in this situation?

Do you believe Rio's changed and a family man now?

Kind of, his actions show it.

Not sure.

YES! Him trying to sleep on the couch solidified it for me.

Voting ended onMay 4

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Hiii, I just read your FORGIVELESS work and I’ve loved it! 🥹 I liked how you write the dynamic between Rio and the Reader. Can I make a request? Idk if you still write one shot, or drabbles about this AU, but I just really loved them and you know, I just wanted to read more of them! 😭

If you can still write about them, I just wanted to request Idk maybe about how they deal when they have fights or misunderstandings, or maybe a drabble about when they discover they’re expecting with their first kid.

I hope you can consider this request! Thank you for your works, and kudos .. really! Much love from Italy. 💓

Thank you ♥️

re: ◉ FORGIVELESS

Responses below

In my head they don't argue really. If they do its more of Rio trying to give the reader a pep talk to remember who she is and her worth. Because of how they met and their relationship unfolded I can see him being her support system.

Rio isn't the kind of man that picks or tears her down. He knows she's sensitive and chooses his words wisely. Their relationship works because they both know they'll do anything for each other.

Little disagreements are settled quickly as well. Rio apologizes when he's at fault because the reader isn't an arguer. Really he appreciates her too much to add stress to her plate.

Maybe he's bad cop when he's parenting their boys and they disagree on that, but essentially 'the hell Rio causes with adversaries outside the home 'outside' Rio and 'Family man' Rio are two different people.

...

As for expecting their first child? Rio comes home with the test. Maybe she's been at his restaurant too many days out the week ordering a weird combination of menu items.

Her body is changing and she's in denial because her and James never had scares. With her Yoga background maybe she cycle tracks. When the test confirms their first born Rio makes a slick comment like "its about time" because he'd been trying. The reader is shocked at first, then happy and then super excited.

Do these count as drabbles? I hope they do 😊

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Girl, you took us on a ride with this last update. I'm wondering if we'll get more of their backstory... I mean it seems like there's a lot of love there or at least there was....

re: Cop & Criminal

Hope you liked it 😊 I tried to do something new in terms of the premise.

How they got together? Favour exchanges over time, quid pro quo, mutually beneficial, leads to friendship then to hooking up. Push and pull, they get together and the reader gets pregnant. They're both happy and scared. Baby comes, they're excellent parents.

As far as the break up? Basically they broke up because of Rio's secrets and the readers trust issues. Rio was trying to protect her by omitting certain truths and it blew up when she got sent a picture of him smiling in a certain red heads face.

So Rio had and lost his family and he's never gotten over it. Neither of them are completely over it really.

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COP & CRIMINAL - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.5K

Summary: It's in the title 😘

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You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.  

“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.

“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.

“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.

“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.

“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.

“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.

“How fast do I need to be untangled?”

“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.

“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.

You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.

“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.

“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not placing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.

“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.

“Hi mom!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.

“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.

“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern. 

“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.

“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.

“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.

“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.

“Bye dad” he says sitting back,

“By Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.

“How was practise?” You ask him.

“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.

“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.

“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.

“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.

“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything”  Sonnie says.

“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.

“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.

“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.

The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.

“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.

“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.

He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.

You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.

Brothers and sisters.

Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.

You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.

“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward. 

“You’re moving?” you ask.

“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare. 

“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.

“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty. 

“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.

“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.

“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.

“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.

“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.

“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.

“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.

“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.

“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.

“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.

“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.

“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.

You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.

“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.

He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.

“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.

“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.

“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.

He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.

“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.

“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.

“Nite” You sigh.

“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.

You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.

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Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉

Which moment gave you the most feels?

The parking lot conversation

The bedroom oil comment

The almost-kiss at the door

Rio assuming their future together

Voting ended onApr 27

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In case you missed the update 💕

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whyyyyy can’t I come up with any ideas on the spot!!!

Rio is my fave so I’ll throw in: first date with Rio, patching Rio up or not being able to get in contact with Rio sooo you stop by the gym to find him letting off steam. somebody throw some good ones!!😭

Okay, I'll do a patching Rio up / boxing gym scene since its been requested a few times, and I haven't written anything like it for Rio. Just let me think on it. Drop any specific details.

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COP & CRIMINAL - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.5K

Summary: It's in the title 😘

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You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.  

“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.

“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.

“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.

“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.

“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.

“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.

“How fast do I need to be untangled?”

“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.

“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.

You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.

“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.

“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not playing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.

“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.

“Hi mom!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.

“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.

“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern. 

“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.

“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.

“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.

“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.

“Bye dad” he says sitting back,

“Bye Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie smiles at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.

“How was practise?” You ask him.

“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.

“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.

“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.

“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.

“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything”  Sonnie says.

“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.

“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.

“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.

The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.

“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.

“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.

He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.

You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.

Brothers and sisters.

Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.

You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.

“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward. 

“You’re moving?” you ask.

“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare. 

“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.

“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty. 

“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.

“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.

“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.

“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.

“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.

“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.

“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.

“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.

“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.

“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.

“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.

“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.

You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.

“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.

He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.

“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.

“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.

“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.

He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.

“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.

“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.

“Nite” You sigh.

“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.

You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.

_________

Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉

Which moment gave you the most feels?

The parking lot conversation

The bedroom oil comment

The almost-kiss at the door

Rio assuming their future together

Voting ended onApr 27

[darqchilddaydreamz]

Mm-hm!! Ma, your Rio always satisfies! Premise? Yes please!! Ending? I'm melting and smirking and fanning myself. Dialogue had me cheesin' the whole fic. Rio gonna catch another offspring or two talkin to ME like that!! I will def read again!

[artsninspo]

TYSM Glad it was an enjoyable read! @darqchilddaydreamz that’s the man’s plan. He wants the wife, the kids and the house!

[artsninspo]

COP & CRIMINAL - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.5K

Summary: It's in the title 😘

____________

You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.  

“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.

“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.

“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.

“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.

“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.

“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.

“How fast do I need to be untangled?”

“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.

“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.

You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.

“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.

“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not placing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.

“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.

“Hi mom!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.

“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.

“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern. 

“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.

“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.

“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.

“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.

“Bye dad” he says sitting back,

“By Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.

“How was practise?” You ask him.

“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.

“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.

“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.

“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.

“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything”  Sonnie says.

“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.

“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.

“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.

The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.

“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.

“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.

He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.

You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.

Brothers and sisters.

Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.

You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.

“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward. 

“You’re moving?” you ask.

“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare. 

“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.

“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty. 

“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.

“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.

“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.

“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.

“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.

“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.

“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.

“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.

“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.

“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.

“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.

“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.

You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.

“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.

He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.

“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.

“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.

“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.

He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.

“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.

“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.

“Nite” You sigh.

“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.

You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.

_________

Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉

Which moment gave you the most feels?

The parking lot conversation

The bedroom oil comment

The almost-kiss at the door

Rio assuming their future together

Voting ended onApr 27

[lovedlover]

I missed your writing!!

BUT THIS HAD ME SCREAMINGGG FROM START TO FINISH!!!😭😭 I was like why is she at the elementary school with him to meet up I did not expect a little boy omgggg!!

Please know that "I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in" he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in” sent meeee!!!🤣

From slick mouth his slick mouth to knowing where she was, who she was with and what she was eating?!!! Rio is Rio-ing and I love it!!!🤭

I was fully prepared to be pissed when read sisters and brothers cause WHO??? This ain’t no harem!!

But nooo he just has plans to settle down with his lady in a big house! I love itttt🥹

"My dick hasn't been in you so you can't be pregnant. Let’s go upstairs to practise" reminds me of “Don’t make any smart comments. I have a dick and it works” iykyk!!!!🤭I would’ve started packing immediately idc if we 2 months out im ready!😭

I lovedddd this it was sooo funny and cute!!! TENS EVERY TIME!! loved my little nightcap!

[artsninspo]

YAY!!! You know I had to drop something a little hectic, chaotic, semi sweet for Rio. *SPOILERS BELOW*

He's just a man that wants his family back, he's not above a little side road, side quest. It is very much NOT a harem lol. Never would be, he knows better, tuh.

& the two lines are very much cousins this is kind of Jealous Type coded. IYKYK lol

Thanks for reading & commenting. I live for the commentary @lovedlover ♥️

[artsninspo]

COP & CRIMINAL - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.5K

Summary: It's in the title 😘

____________

You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.  

“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.

“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.

“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.

“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.

“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.

“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.

“How fast do I need to be untangled?”

“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.

“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.

You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”

“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.

“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.

“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not playing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.

“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.

“Hi mom!” He shouts.

“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.

“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.

“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern. 

“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.

“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.

“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.

“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.

“Bye dad” he says sitting back,

“Bye Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie smiles at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.

“How was practise?” You ask him.

“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.

“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.

“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.

“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.

“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything”  Sonnie says.

“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.

“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.

“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.

The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.

“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.

“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.

He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.

You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.

Brothers and sisters.

Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.

You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.

“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward. 

“You’re moving?” you ask.

“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare. 

“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.

“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty. 

“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.

“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.

Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.

“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.

“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.

“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.

“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.

“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.

“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.

“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.

“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.

“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.

“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.

You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.

“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.

He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.

“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.

“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.

“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.

He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.

“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.

“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.

“Nite” You sigh.

“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.

You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.

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Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉

Which moment gave you the most feels?

The parking lot conversation

The bedroom oil comment

The almost-kiss at the door

Rio assuming their future together

Voting ended onApr 27

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A year is CRAZY😭

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FORGIVELESS - I - NOT IN THE DARK ANYMORE 🌒

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I - Not in the dark anymore

Author's Note: Record scratch … I was working through some writer's block when this concept came to me. Instead of letting it pass here it is. I can promise part two because it’s already outlined.

Pairing: Rio X Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Mature themes and mentions of cheating.

Summary: What is supposed to be a romantic date night with your husband quickly descends to a night of nightmares after meeting a charismatic entrepreneur named Rio with what you perceive to be an uncanny insight on your current situation.

Rio scans the floor of his newest business endeavour. He’s been successful at counterfeiting but now he needs new ways to wash his money. His bars had been doing so good he decided to move into the restaurant business. While notoriously fickle he didn't have the same financial restraints as other new owners. It only took him six months to find his foothold in the industry and now he had one of the city's most in demand establishments for special occasions. Looking around he spots a gentleman who was in the last time he’s stopped by to check on things. Looking across from the man he sees you sitting all done up. He needed strong attention to detail in his line of work. It was a safety precaution but your body language brings the situation into full view. Sitting back he looks under the table only to have his suspicions confirmed. The other woman had her foot up halfway to your dates crotch under the table.

“Table twelve seems familiar” he mutters to his general manager.

“Ahh, he was with a different girl. Excellent tip” His GM responds and Rio takes another look locating the ring set on your left hand. You were the wife.

“Decline all his reservations moving forward. I don’t care how well he tips. Only friends should be here that often.” Rio says watching closely. He had his principles in business and in life. There were simply some things men didn't do. Bringing their girlfriends to the city's best restaurants before their wives was top of mind. 

“Done” the GM says as Rio makes his way into the back to look at the accounting. Everything needed to be in perfect working order for things to work. The restaurant would be a stepping stone to more. Food had never been a passion of his but he could sell an experience to people who wanted to pretend for a few hours. Besides, it had cost him virtually nothing and turned a huge profit every week. He steps out tucking his weekly take home pay behind the bar, walking around it to be served a drink. You're in his perfect line of sight. He watches you reach for your husband as he gets up, throwing cash down onto the table and kissing you goodbye. He watches you sigh and watch as he leaves. Shaking his head he turns back to his glass. 

“Hey can you give the waiter this. I was sitting over there” Rio hears turning to you.

Fuck, shes bad.

His thoughts run the gamut as he looks you over. Thinking back to the other woman he rakes through his memory for her. She had nothing on you besides maybe being slightly younger.

“Thank you” hears cluing back into the conversation you're having with his bartender.

“I’ll have the third course brought to the bar” the bartender says with a smile. 

“Perfect” you nod, sending him a smile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Rio asks, looking you over. Turning, you are startled by a second by the handsome stranger wildly underdressed for the establishment.

“My husband took care of it thanks” you smile, making him do the same. He’s handsome.

“My husband took care of it” He mocks, chuckling to himself more amused than anything else. “Where is he?” Rio says bringing a glass to his lips.

“Something came up at work” you respond.

She believes the lie too. Rio smiles to himself looking up at the clock, “What, does he deliver babies? Is the hospital short staffed?” 

“No, he’s a consultant with a global clientele. You know time zones” you explain.

“Time Zones couldn't keep me off my wife on a Friday night if she looked like you.” Rio comments. Your cheeks burn at the forward implications just as the third course is placed in front of you.

“Compliments of the chef,” the server smiles.

“Thanks” you smile. It looks great. 

“Is it good?” Rio asks after a few minutes.

“Mhm” you nod weary of the flirtatious stranger. 

“Which time zone clients do I have to thank for this?” Rio asks, pointing between the two of you.

“Japan” you respond.

“To Japan” Rio raises a glass. “Rio, by the way,” he says, holding out a hand.

“Y/N” you respond, shaking his hand.

“Y/N you’re too trusting” Rio says stirring the pot.

“If you want to keep this pleasant please don't disrespect my marriage” you respond and Rio raises his hands.

“Boss, can I get you anything?” the GM says as he sees Rio at the bar.

“Good thanks,” Rio nods.

Looking at him suddenly his simple attire makes sense. Simple and all black was classic and understated in spite of the black tie dress code. Clearly no one was sending him home and the restaurant's food was never on delivery menus. Owner. Not a service professional. You nod to yourself impressed with his accomplishment. 

“You own this place?” you ask and he nods reluctantly.

“A few more lowkey spots around the city as well”

You offer cordial conversation.“Congrats, the food is good and it was hell to get reservations”

“Not for Y/N, not anymore.” he smirks and you shake your head. Rio laughs a little, he can't remember the last time he had to try so hard. Clearly you’d signed up for a lifetime of attention and here he was taking up for your husband's shortcomings.

“How kind” your tone is laced with sarcasm.

“I’m not kind, when you realise your man ain't shit you should eat good and stay fine. Do it here where I can see it. If you need to hire someone to beat his ass on your behalf come see me and I got you. I know people.” he says so cavalier it's off putting. There’s no more smirk and you feel slightly queasy in your stomach.

“That’s not funny” you frown.

“I don’t think so either but there’s a very short list of things that could make me leave you at the table. Work isn't one of them, Love” he mutters. Deep down you know he’s right. Something isn't right with your husband James. Recently work has taken precedent. His promotion has been taking all of his attention leaving very little to you. To make matters worse you moved here away from your family, friends and support system to be his. He’d been reluctant to have you move and has put very little time into helping you adjust to the move along with spending quality time. Work has affected all facets of your life including his libido. It was why Rio was practically foaming at the mouth with dilated pupils at the sight of you. It was a three hour process and special creation to set the mood for the night but James hadn’t reacted how you wanted him to. Japan had been at the forefront of his mind. He’d checked his phone more times than you found necessary before getting a call. He spent five minutes in the washroom before coming back and telling you he needed to rush to the office. Reaching forward you wave for the bartender.

“I've lost my appetite. Please thank the waiter” you smile standing from the bar stool. He nods and Rio rises at the same time. His hands go into his pockets following you out as all the staff bid the ‘boss’ goodbye. You hand the valet your ticket first and yet somehow Rio’s G-Wagon appears before your car. He smirks, having made an impression. When your car rolls around Rio gets the door after the valet gets out.

“I’m at the Clique most weekends. Sevens bar during the week, in case you need a man handled. Drive safe, Love” he says once you're in the driver's seat and buckled in. You wonder why you havent told him to fuck off yet until you see an eerie honesty in his eyes.

Your drive home is in complete silence with the exception of your signals and the natural sounds of the road. You feel too unsettled to relax. Once in your house you have to stop yourself from walking a track across your living room rug. You take a bath which does not work to settle your nerves. You brew valerian root tea when all else fails and there is still no peace. You lay in your marital bed tossing and turning until you hear the garage. It’s after three in the morning. You contemplate your options and hear James coming up the stairs ten minutes later. You slow your breath and close your eyes pretending to be asleep. The door opens and he enters walking straight into the ensuite bathroom. Silent tears roll down your eyes. He gets in bed without giving you any affection allowing your mind to run wild. Your alarm wakes you at 7am and you head downstairs to prepare his breakfast for his day ahead. Saturday mornings and afternoons are for golf and client relations. You throw something together quickly and head upstairs to find him in the shower. You spot his phones on the nightstand and grab his personal device.

You try a few passcodes when his work phone starts buzzing. Forfeiting his personal device something drives you to check his work phone. You unlock the phone from memory and scroll through his messages. There are client names you recognize, all with flags attached to them. A message from Japan comes in and you open it only for your stomach to fall.

You scroll for what feels like forever screen recording quickly as you make it up to three weeks. Heartbroken you airdrop yourself the evidence before breaking into his personal phone with new conviction. You nearly drop it when you see nudes and explicit messages. Your hand is trembling as you hear the water stop. You delete your screen recordings from the work phone, locking both devices and laying them as they were. Your hearts in your ass, your eyes stinging as tears threaten to fall. You walk into your office screaming into a pillow. Unable to act like all is well you stay put in there. James shouts you a goodbye before leaving. You pull up the security footage and scroll as far back as you can see. Your only consolation is he hasnt brought the whore back to your home. Still, it doesn't erase the intimacy of the messages. It doesn't erase the deceit and callousness of his lies and actions. It doesn't erase your heartache or the fact that he’s been lying heartlessly for months. Doesn’t negate the truth of his libido being well and intact, not for you but for her.

You sit for hours in a daze ignoring your daily routine before deciding to head to the spa. Heading upstairs you take off your rings, unable to wear the gifts from such a low down asshole. A manicure, pedicure, sauna and a full body massage doesnt bring you any reprieve. You still feel terrible as clarity dawns. You get the full picture of his betrayal. The pain is too much. Eight years together, five married and this is what it's come to. The visual of his mistress pleasuring herself is etched into your mind, along with the messages between them. Worst of all was the most recent. The mistress thanking your husband for blowing you off to care for her needs. Sitting in the lot of the spa after hours you punch the steering wheel before leaning into it and honking until you’ve stopped screaming. 

Anger wins. Visualising James in the hospital brings you more peace than everything else you've tried. Looking in his eyes pretending to be shocked and concerned while being the root of his current predicament is the kind of sweet karma that allows you to exhale for the first time in hours. Hospital visits because you got him fucked up for his indiscretion. After years of being whatever he wanted whenever. Without even a heads up or him expressing any discontent. Blindly trusting him when he’s been in another relationship. Bystanders look in shock as you pull out of the lot burning rubber with one destination in mind.

Club Clique, to see a man named Rio. 

Author's Note: thanks for reading, this one will be a little fast paced and unhinged. Very toxic because from what I can see that's what you all enjoy most. Rio being messy was my favourite part! Like, Comment, Reblog and interact with the poll.

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How do we feel about female rage?

Uhhhhhh, IDK

It's righteous, I love it.

In this case, JAMES, you bitch! You deserve whatever's coming to you.

Voting ended onSep 23, 2024

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Seated.

And fuck you James.

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AND THAT’S HOW YOU CLEAR A BITCH

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"FIRST LOVE💗 " - RIO X READER

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Summary: For the girls who wanted a younger rio x reader. Here it is; Rio’s fallen for the daughter of his boxing coach. Based around this ask.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Reader

Warnings: none this is fluffy 🐻 🐻 🐻

Word Count: 1K

“Tell me you love me” Rio laughs, pulling you to him. His thumbs looped into the belt loops of your jeans as his hands rest on your butt. Looking up you laugh at the sight of him wearing your puppies of choice.

“No” you respond and he pulls you in closer.

“Don’t play with me” he laughs sitting on the trunk of his car.

“Tell me you love me” he repeats and you look up at him about to respond when your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Taking your hands from his knees you reach into it to see your dad in the caller ID.

“Dad?” You question picking up.

“Maria says we also need vegetables, I texted you the list. Don’t come back without it” he says talking about your stepmom. 

“Okay, it’ll take a little longer” you respond.

“Hurry we’re all hungry” your father says and Rio hips down from his car swinging an arm around you as you hand up.

“Lucky for you I know where all this shit is” he smiles, taking the phone from you. The two of you walk like that from the very back of the parking lot into the store. You grab a cart and Rio leads the way. His abuelita has taught him well or he’s excellent at bullshitting.

“Hey, Y/N it’s nice to see you” one of your friends' moms says, eyeing Rio.

“Nice to see you too Ma’am” you smile.

“One of your brother's friends?” She pries, ready to sell your secrets for a chance to be with your father.

“Yeah, he works at the gym” you don’t hesitate.

“Christopher” Rio smiles.

“Mhm, be good sweetie and stay away from boys who look at you the way he does. They’re all trouble” she advises before walking away. Everyone’s already made plans for the kind of man they want you to be with.

“So you don’t love me?” Rio whispers in your ear to taunt you.

“I told you not to get that neck tatt” you laugh evading the question and he smiles laughing. 

“I’ll get one for you, when you tell me you love me” Rio whispers in your ear again, in good humour.

“We should tell my dad.” You sigh.

“Why?”

“Because he’s your boxing coach and it could get messy if he thinks you’re a fox in the hen house” you explain.

“You won’t even tell me you love me, he doesn’t have to worry about us having sex” Rio scoffs, placing the final ingredients in your cart. You smile happy he knows and he smiles back winking at you.

“You’re okay with that?” You ask and he shrugs walking at your side.

“I’m seeing you when your dad can fuck me up, my heads already gone. Probably best for my well being you don’t sleep with me yet so I can stop spinning” Rio says making you blush.

“My dad likes you” you share candidly.

“For now” Rio says knowing how things work.

“I don’t think us dating changes that. Just makes you the enemy first, his pupil second.” You explain and Rio gets his money out to pay ahead of you. 

“Keep it” he smiles, allowing you to pocket the money your father gave you for the errand.

“Rio-“ you object.

“Shh” he says before helping you bring the groceries to his car. You both second guess parking so far out for some privacy. Rio gets your door and you sit passenger side waiting for him to get in. He pulls off and you look at each other smiling before the blushing happens and you’re both filled with butterflies. Rio’s hand interlocks fingers with yours and he kisses thrm. “I’ll tell him” he relents.

“Thank you” , you sigh with relief.

“Then we can go places together and go on dates” you say with excitement.

“Where do you want to go first?” Rio asks and you relax against the headrest pondering the thought. Rio watches your eyes sparkle. He watches the thoughts roll through your head as he waits for the red light to turn green.

“Let’s go to the roller skating rink”

“No way I’m not busting my ass in front of you on our first date” Rio smiles.

“Where then?” You ask.

“Take you somewhere nice to eat so you can get all dressed up and I can show you off” Rio says with his priorities all over the place. You laugh.

“After you show me off?”

“A drive in, we can watch something scary so you have an excuse to be all over me” Rio proposes and you love it.

“No imagination” you sigh, acting like it’s a bad suggestion.

“I don’t care as long as you’re happy and I’m not busting my ass,” Rio concludes.

“What about an art class? I could look for something. A workshop activity we could do?” You ask obliterating Rio’s idea of romance which was everything he’d ever seen on television.

“If it makes you happy” Rio shrugs.

“Okay, I’ll find something” you smile, getting ahead of yourself.

The rest of the ride is short and you find your father waiting out front. He scrunches his face at the sight of Rio taking the bags of food from you.

“It’s all here” you tell your father.

“Christopher” your dad nods in acknowledgement.

“Sir” Rio nods.

“You staying for dinner? The boys aren’t back yet” Your dad says.

“I’d like to speak to you about something” Rio’s voice cracks a little.

“Sure” your dad says heading in to set down the groceries. You sigh watching from the kitchen as they talk outside. Maria, your father’s current fixation watches you like a hawk.

“Told you he likes you” she smiles. “Don’t work, I’ll convince your dad you should be allowed to date, if you try and get him to take me on a trip for my birthday. Three days away can go a long way” she comments, chopping up the produce.

“Why don’t we just make dinner like we said we would?” You ask peeling your eyes away from the outside window. She smiles hearing your dad’s voice raise.

“Kid has some balls” she scoffs as your heart races. He gets louder and she stops putting the knife down to head outside. You stay out of it wanting to speak to Rio but not wanting things to get worse. “Babe she’s a good kid, you should reward honesty. She’s not having sex and she wanted him to tell you. Be her hero not her warden. You can’t protect her from everything. If he messes up guess what, you’re still her dad, you can go off” Maria says reasoning with him.

“I like the kid. I don’t want to have to kill him. But that’s my baby girl” your father snaps.

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Authors Note: Testing, I wanted this to be longer but I haven't written teenage puppy love in so long I hope I did okay. This was supposed to be one long update but I had to break it up so you all could have something in relatively timely matter.

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Unexpected Renaissance (Tre X Reader)

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Pairing: Trevante Rhodes X Reader

Word count: 1.9K 

Summary: When Tre and the reader meet at his fraternity’s party they have no idea the kind of bond heading up to his room is bound to create. 

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