💥Hey! i’m aiyana, and i write fanfics for the weird girls, boys, and people beyond the binary of color that don’t feel seen by the fanfic community<3 I will almost always write for a female black reader BUT if you would like to request otherwise i’d be happy to do so!!<3 Don’t be afraid to dm me or send me an anonymous ask, it’s a safe space here. also this is NSFW bc im a freak so.. 🫶🏽
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💥Opposite Sides of a Coin- Rio(good girls) x black!fem!reader status- ongoing
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Not the random guy standing in my doorway looking like he paid bills in MY shit.
The bell above the door settled back into silence and the stranger’s eyes stayed on Rio. Rio’s eyes stayed on him. My eyes darted between them and i was wondering if someone was going to be shot.
I really hoped not.
Blood stains are impossible to get out.
The stranger finally spoke. “You’ve gotten careless.”
Rio kept that same sexy smolder thing he does on his face as the guy’s gaze shifted toward me. That made me more nervous than i already was. His expression wasn’t curiosity, recognition, etc. It was assessment.
Like he was checking a box on a list.
Then he looked back at Rio. “I thought you stopped the drug business, hm?”
I looked at them to see if i could make a run for it because, let’s be honest, who wants to be in this situation? i couldn’t care less about what they had going on.
I slowly started to walk backwards, maybe i could get to the alarm button behind the counter. it’s like those ones in the convenience stores that call the police if you press it.
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Rio’s jaw tightened and he sighs heavily, rubbing his jaw. “Leave.”
The stranger smirked.
“That’s not really your call anymore.. you wanted out remember?”
My eyes darted between them. Maybe if i run fast enough i’ll make it out back.
The stranger glanced toward the bouquet sitting on my counter. Something flickered across his face. Satisfaction maybe? i’m not good at reading people but it made me hate those flowers even more.
“Message was delivered,” he said.
Then he turned around and walked out.. just like that?! so much for the emergency button.
The door shut behind him which left awkward silence, awkward for me at least.
I stared at Rio, waiting for him to at least say something, anything.
Rio stared at the door before he sighed and spoke semi-tiredly. “Close the shop.”
I blinked and scoffed. “No, are you kidding me?
His eyes closed briefly in annoyance. “I wasn’t asking.”
“And i wasn’t listening! i’m not going to be bossed around in MY store! In MY home! okay?! i’m tired of you and you’re weird gang friends bustin’ in MY shit trying to boss me around!” i yelled, so fed up with everything happening.
His head tilted.
I hated when he did that, so unfair.
People shouldn’t be allowed to look attractive and be a criminal at the same time.
“What is happening!?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
I pointed aggressively at the bouquet. “People keep sending me cryptic flower arrangements?!”
I pointed at the door. “Random men keep showing up!” Then I pointed at him. “And you keep acting like I anything to do with all of the bullshit! LEAVE ME ALONE!!”
Rio rubbed a hand across his jaw and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked tired. which fuck him btdubbs, how does he think i feel?
“The flowers weren’t meant for you.”
I furrow my eye brows and groan. “again with this mysterious bullshit- what does that mean?!”
“They were meant for me.”
i pause and roll my eyes before running my hands over my face, my nails catching slightly on my curls.
“Then why send them here?”
His gaze landed on mine.
“Because you’re connected to me now.”
I stared a little before furrowing my eyebrows again and shouting.
“I don’t even know your last name! i met you in the last week and all of a sudden i’m ’connected’ to you?!” i throw my hands around as i shout, “i don’t know you! i can’t stress this enough!”
“You don’t have to.”
I hated how little that explained. I hated how concerned he looked. I hated that a tiny part of me was beginning to get curious.
The bell jingled again and both of us looked up instantly. My pulse spiked and i felt myself get cold but it was only an elderly woman. why is she here this late- ohh it’s lady from yesterday.. no.. the day before? i dunno but i remember her and that’s enough to make me relax.
She looked between us and then slowly backed out of the store.
“come back tomorrow!” i tried to shout after her but she had already driven away by then.
The bell jingled a second time as she left.
Rio sighed.
I covered my face and throw up my hands before putting them on my hips. “Great.”
“What?” he looks back at me.
“Now Doris thinks we’re having a domestic dispute.”
“Who is Doris?”
“The woman who just left.”
“You know her?”
“Rio.” I dropped my hands. “I sell flowers. Half this town tells me their life story while buying tulips… yes i know who she is”
He nods his head and nods “lock up, now.” was all he said before walking out of the shop.
i sigh and then look at the bouquet, Then the door.
“…i need to get out of this town.. and fast”
a/n: okay so i totally lied, this is wayyy passed when i said i was gonna post this BUT i still posted so. and i honestly have no excuse for not posting this except for the fact that im a lazy bum and ive been otp with my bf all summer😭 anyways pleaseplease leave comments and lmk where i should go with this story. also i’ll probably make a masterlist bc my reblogs get mixed up with this stuff so yeah. also this chapter was short in my opinion. love you guys byebye🫶🏽🫶🏽
How do I explain to you people that interracial relationships are okay
Not every white person dating a POC is fetishizing. White people can be respectful and responsible when it comes to culture and relationships and not everyone has bad intentions.
Asian people can date Black people without you saying shit like “your kids will be so pretty” they’re not dating for pretty kids. They’re dating bc they like each other.
Someone can dress their partner in clothing from their culture if they want. Someone can take their partner to cultural events if they want.
People in relationships can share cultures, experiences and love without it being toxic or skin deep.
Their partner isn’t culturally appropriating. Their partner is being shown the ultimate form of love, bc their partner trusts them and loves them enough to share their history and heritage.
Yeah, dating someone from your culture is nice bc you automatically have similar experiences. But you’re not limited to dating people with the same experiences. Loving someone is sharing and growing and being together.
Interracial relationships aren’t always toxic, and some of y’all need to stop projecting onto other people.
The next morning, I woke up hoping yesterday had been some kind of stress-induced hallucination. A very specific, high-key annoying hallucination.
Of course i knew it wasn’t a hallucination but the hope was enough to make me open up shop. maybe if i close my eyes tight enough I’ll wake up on a beach with a coconut shell mimosa.
Unfortunately, reality remained committed to ruining my life. I unlocked the shop at nine sharp and began to do my rounds making sure the various plant life around the shop was good enough to be bought within the next couple of days so they don’t end up as another addition to my house plants.
For almost twenty minutes, I managed to convince myself Rio had been bluffing. Maybe it was a dream after all. maybe i should stop smoking and reading tumblr fanfics until 3am.
Then the bell above the door jingled and bursted my bubble. I looked up and saw an elderly woman smiling at me which nearly gave me a heart attack.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Oh thank God.”
She blinked.
“oh my gosh- i’m so sorry” i let out a breathy laugh of relief and embarrassment which led me to hold up a hand to my chest.
“i’ve had a rough week.”
She slowly backed toward the roses, which is a reasonable response.
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The morning continued.
A guy bought lilies, a teenager bought sunflowers, a little kid spent ten minutes trying to decide between a red carnation and a yellow one before ultimately choosing both and nearly bankrupting himself in the process.
Everything was normal. Well, almost normal. Because every single time that bell rang, my pulse spiked. Every customer looked suspicious.
The old woman buying tulips?
Suspicious.
The man ordering anniversary flowers?
Suspicious.
The mailman?
Especially suspicious.
At around eleven thirty, a delivery truck stopped outside which made me frown. i hadn’t ordered any pretty, overpriced flower pots in a while so i wasn’t expecting any delivery. A man climbed out carrying a cardboard box.
My stomach dropped. Was it a bomb? oh gosh i hope it’s not, i spent a lot of time decorating my little store.
He walked inside, went straight towards me, and set the box on the counter.
“Delivery.”
“For who?”
He checked the label.
Then looked at me.
“For you.”
I stared.
“You know my name?”
He raised his eyebrow and slightly gestured to my name tag with his left pointer.
“it’s on your name tag.” he said matter of factly and pressed his lips in an awkward thin line.
Finally, he sighed and handed me a clipboard.
I signed, maybe i was being paranoid. The second he left, I immediately regretted every life choice that had brought me to this moment. The box wasn’t huge, Maybe two feet long, Completely sealed, No company logo, No return address, Nothing.
Oh Absolutely not, I am not opening that. I walked away and scoffed, who’s stupid enough to open a strange box from a stranger van?.. I am.
Made it three steps, Turned around, Walked back, Opened it. Definitely activities for a certain skin color that rhymes with ‘right’ but hey, it’s a fanfic so who cares? Inside was a bouquet. Not unusual since flowers were kind of my thing. What was unusual was the arrangement.
Every flower was white, perfectly arranged, expensive, way too expensive and tucked between the stems sat a folded card.
I stared at it.
The card stared back.
We had a moment.
Then I opened it.
Three words.
That’s all it said.
“Open late tonight.” I read it out loud twice. Then a third time. Then I closed it, opened it again. Same message.
“Rude..” i mumbled softly like the message would change.
The bell jingled and I nearly launched the bouquet across the room like a little kid with something they weren’t supposed to have. A customer entered and it was a young guy with a baseball cap, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked around the shop, then at me, then at the bouquet.
Something shifted in his expression, just for a second, and then he turned around and walked right back out.
Didn’t buy anything.
Didn’t say anything.
Just left.
The door shut behind him.
I stared after him.
My stomach twisting.
Because suddenly Rio’s visit yesterday felt a lot less like a threat.
And a lot more like a warning.
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THURSDAY, JUNE 11TH
6:56 PM
I spent the next nine almost ten hours pretending I wasn’t losing my mind and it wasn’t going great. The bouquet sat on the counter like it paid rent. Every time I looked at it, I got annoyed. Every time I looked away from it, I got nervous. At one point I considered throwing it out… Then I considered setting it on fire but then I remembered flowers were flammable and I’d probably burn down my entire life’s purpose so i decided against it.
So unfortunately the bouquet survived.
I was in the middle of thoughtlessly trimming rose stems when the bell jingled. I looked up and immediately regretted it. Rio walked in the doorway, hands crossed in front of him as he looked around my shop, not yet meeting my eyes.
Of course.
Because apparently saying his name three times wasn’t required for him to ruin my day, maybe if i say it three times he’ll disappear.
He walked around MY shit like he owned the place, picking up decorative cards, smelling flowers, picking dead petals from them, before his eyes landed directly on the bouquet.
He smirked softly and finally looked up at me which, by the way, didn’t help because he was fine as hell and dangerous. maybe in another life he’s buying me flowers and not mad about lost customers.
“You’re back,” I said.
“What gave it away?”
“The fact that you’re standing in my store.”
he didn’t say anything, he nodded and licked his lips before tilting his head slightly to the side like he was waiting for me to say the magic words to something instead.
I shifted on my feet a little bit which caused my hips to brush against the vase of flowers i was attending to before i was so rudely interrupted. I watched his eyes shift to my hip movement before they looked back at my face again.
“Leave… please”
“No.”
“it wasnt really a suggestion y’know..”
“I know.”
I hated him, i really did. Or maybe i just hated how when he licked his lips it made me want to lick the lip combo off of mine, or when he tilted his head i felt my face warm up but thankfully it wasn’t noticeable.
Rio’s attention shifted back to the flowers.
The white bouquet.
The stupid bouquet.
The bouquet that had single-handedly destroyed my ability to have a normal Thursday.
“Who brought it?” he asked.
I frowned.
“Some delivery guy.”
“When?”
“Around eleven-thirty- why?!”
That made him raise one of his eye brows and step closer to the bouquet which got my attention. Because up until now, Rio had acted like he knew everything, like he was always three steps ahead. For the first time, he looked frustrated, Maybe even worried? No, definitely not, he just met me.
“What is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
“What does the card mean?”
Nothing.
“Hello?..”
Still nothing.
I was about three seconds away from throwing a potted cactus at his head.
Finally, he sighed.
“You need to close early.”
I raised my eyebrows and let out a flabbergasted noise.
“What?”
“You need to close early.”
“No.”
His eyes met mine.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
His jaw clenched and then Mine did because who does he think he is? Then we stared at each other. A battle of stubbornness, Unfortunately, I was an Olympic-level idiot. Which meant I wasn’t backing down.
Then the bell jingled and neither of us moved. A man entered, he was tall with a dark jacket, hands in his pockets. He stopped the second he saw Rio. Rio stopped the second he saw him.
The air changed, just like that. The stranger’s gaze slid to the bouquet. Then back to me. Then to Rio. And I understood something, The bouquet wasn’t meant to scare me. It wasn’t even FOR me. It was meant to send a message. A message to Rio.
And somehow, I had ended up standing directly in the middle of it.
A/N: his sexy ass. anywaysss my post did so. freaking. good!!!!!! thank you to everyone who liked and voted on my post i definitely posted it thinking i was gonna get 2 likes (one of them being me) and 100% of voters saying don’t write again😭. i love all of yall sm🫶🏽🫶🏽!!! i might make a masterlist bc yk i wanna keep writing and i don’t want my posts to get mixed up in my reblogs because whenever a app gives me the option to repost i repost everything i watch lolz. i’m pretty sure chapter three will DEFINITELY describe our black beautiful baddie wit a fattie because im writing for a black reader but i feel like if i didn’t say that you wouldn’t be able to tell. Comment and tell me anything i can do differently next time!!<3
"I'll sell on the streets the day hell freezes over."
I really should've kept my mouth shut.
If I'd known where I'd end up a week later, I probably would've wished for a billion dollars instead. Maybe bought a private island somewhere and disappeared. No customers. No problems. No random ass gangsters showing up in my flower shop asking dumbass questions.
I still don't know how I got here.. That's a lie, yes I do.
One minute I was selling to my usuals, minding my business, and the next I was standing face-to-face with some bald head thug named Rio.
Which, by the way, definitely don't sound like a name for a drug dealer.
He don't look like a Rio.
He look like a Christopher.
Maybe a Christian.
Definitely not no Rio.
But that's beside the point.
Before I get to rambling, let's go back to where this all started.
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MONDAY, JUNE 1ST
11:36 AM
The bell above the door jingled.
"Can I just get an eighth?"
I looked up from my phone and immediately wanted to roll my eyes and slap the source of the voice. The guy standing in front of me looked like he was about to pass out.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I-I said can I get an eighth?"
He was tall-ish with buzzed blond hair that 100% came from a box dye kit. He looked nervous and couldn't keep eye contact for more than two seconds. I looked him up and down. Then I looked around my flower shop. Buckets of fresh flowers lined the walls. The scent of roses and damp soil hung in the air. A customer was browsing tulips in the corner.
Then I looked back at him.
"I don't sell to randoms. Sorry."
"I'm not random. Your friend told me about you-"
"That still makes you random."
He paused and stared at me blankly.
"I don't know you. Therefore, you're a random."
"Right... sorry."
He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like an insult before turning around and leaving. The door closed behind him.
Second person today.
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I rubbed my forehead.
Selling had never been part of the plan. I started growing for myself, told one friend about it, and then that friend told another friend.
Then another...
Then another...
And now I somehow had regular customers and enough extra money to keep my business afloat. Life was weird but the money was enough to make me not care too much.
I picked my phone back up but the bell rang again.
"Excuse me, miss?"
I looked up with a smile already prepared.
Please be buying flowers.
The man standing across the counter definitely didn't look like he was there for flowers.
But maybe he was.
He was tall. Really tall with dark eyes and a clean buzz cut. A bird tattoo stretched across his throat though it was half way hidden under a black button up. And he looked calm, i wish i was as unbothered as him. only one could wish.
For a second, I wondered who the flowers were for. Lucky girl.
"Hi," I said. "How can I help you?"
His eyes settled on me.
"You're Y/N, right?"
"Yeah. That's me."
He nodded once.
Then smiled, small and polite. Somehow that made me nervous.
"Need somethin'?"
"Actually, yeah."
His eyes drifted around the shop. The flowers, the shelves, the customers, and then back to me.
"I need to talk to you."
And that's when i felt like i had to throw up. it could've been that chicken salad i had earlier but i doubt it, it could be because he fine as hell.
"About what?"
"A little side business."
A million things started running through my mind. I wanted to keep my face calm but with the feeling that my heart was gonna shit itself out i couldn't help but chew on the softness of my lip before replying.
"What side business?" i don't do well under pressure and maybe lying wasn't the best option in this situation but it's too late now.
He tilted his head slightly like I'd just said something amusing.
"Really?"
I swallowed a lump down my throat and thought to myself, 'i'm such a bad liar'
"Really."
For a few seconds he didn't say anything and just looked at me. The silence made me want a hole to appear in the ground and swallow me. Then he nodded.
"Funny thing, ma."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Some of my customers stopped calling."
Oh..
Oh, no..
"They found somewhere cheaper."
His eyes never left mine.
"Took me a minute to figure out where."
I suddenly became very interested in the flower arrangements behind him.
Then he smiled again.
"There you are."
Of course, the attractive customer was here because I accidentally stole from him AND he was a drug dealer, could my luck get any worse? That island with a billion dollars sounds like heaven right now.
I laughed nervously but the sound came out weird.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Mm."
Another silence only this one felt worse. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans.
"So..."
I pointed vaguely toward the display shelves.
"...would a seventy-five percent discount on flowers help?" He stared at me. Just stared. Like I'd said something that required serious evaluation from a higher council.
Then, slowly, that almost-smile returned.
"You think that's funny?"
I blinked. "...No?"
It came out like a question. Which was embarrassing. Love that for me.
He exhaled through his nose, like he was deciding whether I was stupid or just brave in a really inconvenient way.
"Seventy-five percent," he repeated.
I nodded once. "Yeah. In this economy..."
Silence.
I could feel my soul trying to leave again.
Behind him, someone reached for a bouquet of lilies and I almost cried from jealousy. Must be nice to have a normal problem like choosing flowers instead of whatever this was.
Rio finally shifted his weight. Not aggressive but still scary because he was calm, calm people always made things worse.
"You been busy," he said, not a question.
My throat tightened. "I sell flowers."
A moment of silence passed, then lightly-
"Sure you do."
My face probably showed how scared i was but in my defense it was probably the only thing i hadn't lied about in this entire conversation so it could be the only thing saving me from being thrown in a van right now. I tried to make eye contact again but failed miserably and decided to just look at my shoes. "People like arrangements."
His eyes flicked briefly to the counter. To the register. To me again.
"Mm."
That one sound felt like an accusation and a receipt at the same time.
I leaned slightly on the counter, pretending I wasn't actively considering relocating to another planet.
"So," I said again, because apparently I enjoy pain, "are we good? Or are you here to... not be good?" I looked up at him again.
His mouth twitched but it wasn't quite a smile this time, more like he found something mildly entertaining but wasn't going to tell me what it was.
"You always talk this much under pressure?"
"No," I said immediately.
Another lie.
"...Yes."
The only true thing i've said and that finally got him. A real smile formed on his face this time, small, quick, and gone almost as soon as it appeared but somehow that made it worse. Maybe because now he wasn't just scary, he was comfortable.
He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on nothing, like the shop was his space too.
"I'm not here to mess up your little business," he said, trying to relax or calm me down.
I didn't relax because that "little" was doing a lot of work in that sentence.
"I just needed to find out where my product went."
There it is. Of course he said it like that. Like I was a missing inventory report instead of a person standing in a flower shop trying not to pass away.
I cleared my throat. "Right."
He watched me, waiting for something else to fall out of my mouth like word vomit, so I did what any rational person would do under pressure.
I lied worse.
"I don't know what you mean."
Long pause.
He tilted his head again, slower this time. Like I was a puzzle he already solved but was letting sit there just to see if I'd admit it.
"Yeah?" he said softly.
That one word hit different. Not loud. Not threatening. Just certain.
And that was the worst part.
My fingers tapped the counter once. Then stopped.
"...Look," I said, voice a little quieter now, "if this is about pricing or competition or whatever, I can just- I don't know- stop selling or something."
The second I said it, I regretted it, because his expression shifted. But it wasn't with anger, no, it was with interest. And that was so much worse because that meant i wouldn't get peace and quiet to myself for a long time.
"Stop?" He said almost like i was joking, i wasn't.
I nodded quickly. Too quickly. "Yeah. I mean- I didn't mean to mess up what you got goin', it just kind of... happened."
A beat.
Then he straightened.
"'Kind of happened,'" he repeated.
I nodded again, like repetition would save me.
He looked around the shop one more time. The flowers. The soft light. The customers pretending not to listen.
Then back at me.
"You don't look like someone things 'just happen' to."
I let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. "That's because I'm very unlucky."
Silence.
Then a small hum escaped his throat like he was considering that. Finally, he stepped back. Not leaving. Just resetting the space between us.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said.
My eye twitched in irritation because i just wanted to be done with this conversation as soon as possible and be done with seeing him for the rest of my life but clearly that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"You're going to keep your shop open," he continued.
I blinked. "...I am?"
"Yes."
I waited for the trap, it didn't come immediately.
"But," he added, "we're going to adjust how you operate."
There it is.
My brain screamed. My face probably displayed that.
"I operate with flowers," I said carefully.
A pause.
Then that faint smile again.
"Mm. We'll see."
And then he did something that made my entire nervous system glitch-
He turned like he was done with the conversation, like he already owned the ending of it. Before he left, he glanced back once.
Not long, just enough.
"You're gonna want to stop pretending you don't understand," he said.
Then he was gone.
Bell jingled.
Door closed.
And my legs finally remembered they existed.
I grabbed the counter before I fell into it.
"...I hate my life," I whispered.
Behind me, a customer coughed like they hadn't just witnessed emotional warfare in aisle one of flowers and bad decisions.
A/N: omgosh it's my first story since my old wattpad account from like 2021-2023!!! i had to make a new one bc my old one got deactivated.. but i also made this note to say i don't have auto uppercase on so that's why some stuff starts wit uppercase and sum stuff doesn't bc i have to do that on my own and i be forgetting soo.. also i do write for a black fem reader kindaaa but i haven't really gotten to a part where i can describe the baddie but trust ima get there. leave me some tips in the comments and some advice!! let me know if Rio is out of character or not and if ts is cringe or ass.
