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No Ordinary Life - Ch.2's rough draft is now complete! Now moving on to editing and peer review.

Honestly, rereading through my work, both re-framing and creating more impactful and structurally sound moments, and seeing the final draft is one of my favorite parts!

I'm currently thinking every week chapter updates with an every Monday release schedule.

Stay tuned!

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𝙉𝙤 𝙊𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 - 𝘾𝙝. 1

Rio x Reader

WC: 1832

A|N: What's a better way to practice writing than using story-lines that you already find interesting? I'm excited to finally release my first fanfic! This is mature in nature and I would highly encourage adult audiences only. While this chapter isn't explicit, there is and will be themes that are both explicit and graphic in nature, more can be found down below in the content warning section. I'd like to say thank you to my friends for both proof reading and helping me improve the formatting for this story. Not only that but encouraging me to write when I was doubtful. The character that you'll be stepping into takes a lot after my own experiences and life, being a black woman, growing up in a predominantly Mexican neighborhood, navigating language, hardship, loss, and love, all of which are imperative in our world today. With that, I hope everyone will enjoy, please leave comments, as well as look forward to more chapters to come! With love -Dropche

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚 & 𝙁𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙡, 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙔/𝙉 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙯 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 3 𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 10𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚? 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙞𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩.

CW: Violence, MDNI, SW, Spanish and English incorporation, swearing, strong language, stealing

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mendez. Looking at the progression of your mother's illness, we're going to want to start more aggressive treatments." Your ears ring white as you stare at the doctor, processing what he's saying.

"¿Mija, qué le dije?" Your mom's voice fades in, pulling you out of the trance.

"Hmm, what? Oh, sorry mama...let me finish listening." You translate back into Spanish, trying to fathom how to interpret such news. The doctor continued, asking if there were any other questions, handing you an envelope containing treatment options, prognosis, medication regimens, and, unfortunately, the cost.

The number repeats in your mind while you both situate yourselves in the car. You translate everything to her while in the parking lot as she uses her finger to smooth out your brows.

"Mami, you'll get wrinkles if you frown so much." She says with a soft smile on her face.

"Don't worry, I've lived a good life, you and your brother being the best parts. I'm going to try my best, but if it's my time, then God make it easy on both you and me." You nuzzle against her fingers, eyes closed as you feel tears begin to prick at the corners.

You weren't prepared to cry, at least not facing her.

"Te quiero mucho." You inhale, opening your eyes with a pained smile of your own. While she may not have been your biological mother, it takes a special person to find a child and raise them as their own through all these years. Eva Mendez was that special person. She was a housekeeper who settled in the Metro Detroit area to both provide and care for two children. Since then, it's been the three of you. You, your mom, and your younger brother.

You pulled into the driveway, dropping your mom off but leaving the car on. "I'll be right back; I'm going to grab a few things for dinner." She nodded and waved as you pulled out, heading to the local grocery.

Fine & Frugal... You thought placing the tostadas in your basket. Frugal my ass, everything's just getting more expensive... Sighing, you continued down the aisles to the register, hoodie covering your eyes to hide that you had been crying on the way there.

"Imma need you all to get down on the ground, cell phones out of your pockets now!"

You hear the commotion, seeing three masked, and what appeared to be women, pointing small, black handguns around. Shit, this can't be happening right now! You exclaimed in your head, quickly ducking behind the aisle end cap to avoid being seen.

You quickly took your cellphone out to dial 9-1-1, only to have the screen light up with a low battery sign. Oh, you've actually gotta be fucking joking! You swore at yourself in hiding, watching the events unfold before you. Sweat brimmed your brow as you shuffled to stay out of sight.

God, please, I don't ask for much but help me just this once! You prayed. You heard one woman in particular yelling repeatedly till all of a sudden, you heard footsteps running towards the back of the store where you were hiding.

As they scurried away, you heard something drop on the floor. Turning to look, your eyes lit up, seeing a few stacks of bills on the floor. Your heart thumped as the security guards' footsteps got louder. Without thinking, you snatched the cash up, stashing it in your hoodie. The manager approached shortly after.

"Are you ok, miss?" He asked frantically. "I'm better now..." You let out a shaky smile.

"We're gonna need everyone to stay put for questioning while we get a hold of the police if you can come with me." He starts to walk off towards the front of the store, but you had other plans, walking quickly towards the back exit and parking lot, being unknowingly watched from the camera above.

Pulling into your driveway, grinning from ear to ear, you couldn't help but cheer with delight and exhilaration.

"¡Gracias a Dios! I can't believe that just happened." You quickly rushed inside, dropping the groceries on the counter as you rushed to your room, your mom and brother's eyes following your figure with surprise as the door thudded and clicked behind you.

You jumped on your bed, plugged your phone in, and began taking out the money, fanning it across the comforter. You stared hard as you began counting the bills, thoroughly placing them into piles.

"10k..." You breathed. This could cover Mama's first half of bills. You thought as you placed the money into separate envelopes to be deposited.

"Y/N? Mom said dinner's ready!" your eight-year-old brother chirped through your door. "Coming!" You yelled back, stashing the money underneath your bed.

"Thanks for cooking mama, I'll take care of the dishes tonight." You smiled from the couch as you helped your brother finish his homework. You were interrupted by your phone lighting up, displaying the text, "Pyramid tonight, don't be late." - Lorenzo.

"Gracias mija," your mom said next to you, causing you to quickly turn your phone off as she kissed both yours and your brother's foreheads goodnight. "Alex, come, let's get you ready for bed and give your sister some peace for the night. As they walked away, you sighed looking back at the text. The Pyramid was a gentleman's club that you started working at when your mom first got sick.

Originally, it was supposed to be a short term thing, but money is always a need, and your needs kept adding up. You'd already taken out more than a few advances with Lorenzo, the owner, and at this point you knew if he called, that meant you went. He was never rough with any of the girls, took out fair cuts too, but a cut was still a cut, and you needed all the money you could get.

1:00 am. The nightstand clock blinked as you finished packing your heels and bag for the night.

You had done this routine plenty of times over. Pack your bag, scope the house, and sneak through the window. Tony was already waiting down the street for you. You lowered yourself out the window, stealthily making your way down the sidewalk. Tapping on the window of the red, old-school, Lincoln town car, you pointed at the lock, smiling apologetically at the startled Tony.

Tony, aka Anthony, and you had been friends since grade school. He often came over to help tutor both you and Alex since he was more studious. Always getting A's in school and even getting an internship at the local high school teaching. He reached over and unlocked the door.

"Now, Y/N girl, you know I'm sick of dropping you off at this club!" He said, gripping the steering wheel with a pout. As you got into the car, you gave his arm a squeeze with a hum to follow.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, Tony. You're the only one I can trust, though. As soon as mama's treatment is complete, I'll stop, promise!" Saying in a gushy voice, pushing your lips forward to mimic his pouting expression.

Driving down the street and entering onto the highway, he fixes his glasses, looking off onto the road ahead.

"I just wish you'd let me help you...I can always get you a job at the school; Pops still got his rep up in there being a math teacher. It wouldn't be hard, and we could get you out of this lifestyle. I hate seeing you in there." You could tell he was frustrated; it's not the first time he's told you this, and as much as you'd love to take his offer and live a regular life, it just wasn't feasible currently.

He pulled up into the parking lot as you grabbed your bag. "At least think about it." He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. You nodded, smiling gently back before letting go and closing the door behind you.

Bright lights welcomed your figure as you heard a boisterous voice ahead of you, following the smell of a freshly lit cigar.

"Y/N, what'd I tell you, babe? You always forget the don't be late part!" Lorenzo waltzes up to you, giving your cheek a squeeze. "Got a good feeling about tonight, make me some money will ya?" He saunters off to go fraternize with the other dancers and staff.

You make your way to the dressing room, slipping off your sweats and hoodie into a two-piece skirt and bralette, embellished with rhinestones, and matching your glittery tall heels. Your silk press, that once was up in rollers, fell freely and framed your shoulders as you placed your hoops in and began doing your face. Lash after lash, blush, and finally a glossy lip to finish.

You looked into the mirror. In another life, what could this face have been, and what was your potential? You stood up, blowing a kiss in the mirror, Make me some money, you thought as you headed towards the stage.

As the music played, your hips flowed with the beats as you gripped the pole. Sliding the toe of your heels around it with ease. You added a few twirls and lowered yourself onto the floor and back up again, multiple eyes glued to your form as money made its way onto the stage. An older man wearing a wedding ring beckoned you forward, to which you complied and were rewarded with a 100$ placed in the strap of your bralette. You winked as you sauntered back to the pole.

One set of eyes in particular caught you from the corner of the club. Dark and wanting, like they were there to take. Your heart started to thump faster as you finished your set and collected the cash, quickly looking back to see the eyes had vanished. That was weird, you thought. You didn't know why they were so unsettling, but you weren't going to snoop around and find out.

After ordering a margarita from the bar, you headed back to your dressing room for a few touch-ups. Settling into the chair, you rubbed your temples, unable to get those eyes out of your head.

You looked up towards the mirror and saw a figure move in the corner of the room. You spun around quickly, a scream attempting to leave your lips before it was muffled by a man clasping a hand over your mouth.

Your back was pinned against him as you frantically scanned the room spotting another grunt barricading the door. You squirmed to free yourself but the figure behind you grabbed and placed both your wrists to your side with his other hand. Your eyes finally landed on the dark eyes you had caught in the crowd earlier, now standing in front of you.

"Hey, mama." A deep rasp settled in the air.

"We've been looking for you."

A|N: We made it to the end of the first chapter, how are we feeling? I love a good cliff hanger ending! Again I hope that everyone enjoyed reading and please feel free to like and leave comments. I love seeing what others reactions and thoughts are. Eventually as more chapters come out, I will include a masterlist so that everything can be more accessible. Again, I want to thank everyone for being so supportive and give a shout out to @saradika for the beautiful rose divider. I feel it's fitting. See everyone in the next chapter! -Dropche

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