i'd quote your tags back at you but im crying too hard so thanks for that
Look, look, I am not saying you should consider this, but consider this:
Rio is forced into this role of the violent gangbanger who can't live with his son full time because of his life (that he didn't choose!! That Nick chose for him!!), but he has to sit and watch Nick have his own family (I assume the kid next to him at the dinner table was his son?), be happy successful dad who is always around for HIS kids, who doesn't disappear for months like Rio does to Marcus
Rio has to watch Beth be mom of the year for her kids, getting away with the same shit as Nick, being there with her family, when Rio never had that choice
The worst part, the worst fucking part... Okay, do you remember when Manny did an interview in season 1 and he said Rio's motivation for crime is to get enough money and get out? But now we know Rio can never ever get out of the life, can never get enough money to leave and be an upstanding citizen who sees his kid every day because you can bet your ass greedy sleezy Nick won't ever let him. Nick has his own wants and needs that Rio funds and in exchange he bails Rio out -- which means if Rio ever tried to walk away, Nick could likely have him put away for the rest of his life
And Rio knows that
No wonder he is a Sad Boi™ like.... I can't HANDLE this
beth really sat in her marital bed and said, "tis merely a flesh wound" while annie and ruby looked at her like she lost her damn mind because they don't knoooooooow. they think her and rio banged it out a few times and then made a breathy asmr audio track for the secret service. wham bam thank you ma'am.
they don't know that she walked into that bathroom that first night because her husband was droning on and on about all the ways he doesn't see her at all and rio had just told her that he thinks she could be somebody.
they don't know that rio stood in front of beth with a harsh set to his mouth and told her, "you're a drug dealer" while she cried, but still left an envelope with her name on it, revealing a little bit too much about where his priorities lie when it comes to her.
they don't know about the way he sat on her picnic table and laughed about the baby hitmen, the way he offered to take care of it for her, no strings attached.
they don't know that the two of them stood in the soft afternoon glow of her bedroom while rio smiled at her mismatched socks and that she had laughed nervously in the kitchen when she realized she didn't really have any food to offer him.
they don't know about the tired set of his shoulders and the way he hung his head when she told him she lost the baby and they certainly don't know about the way he had trouble looking at her on that bench after lucy's murder.
they don't know about all the ways that rio's said i see you to beth, despite all the ways they've tried to screw each other over. they just hear beth saying, "what if it wasn't luck?" and they think she's lost her damn mind. but they don't know!
beth just needed that one final gesture to prove that it's real, it's always been real AND NOW THEY'RE CRIME MARRIED FOREVER, NO TAKE-BACKSIES!
i mean, if rio was the one behind it and he really wanted her gone, he would've just emptied the clip, right?
not to be a complete creeper on main but i've been waiting all day for these and they did not disappoint. THE TEEH BARING THO??./???~!!!!!!~! am not and may never be ready to talk about the only her who matters
I like when you creep on me never change ❤️
IT'S SUCH A GREAT LOOK! something he couldn't smother bubbling up wsddvghhrhjihrdv
AND LIKE???? All it takes is n*ck saying "her" and he knows he means Beth. Cause????? Help????? 😭 rip side-dishes ur definitely too normal
I feel bad sending you prompts bc I am a relentless bully every time you mention an idea BUT IF YOU INSIST for the intimacy prompts: 36 and/or 21 please and thank you 💖😘
Hahaha, you should never feel bad! I come bearing not one, but two fills.
21. listening to someone’s heartbeat
Angsty Allison-centric TUA fic posted here!
36. being pushed against a wall
Beth x Rio bathroom break missing scene! Behind a cut because it is 1.5k words of pure smut, you have been WARNED.
His hands are clammy.
It’s the first – only – thing she thinks when he slides them across her thighs, her breath shuddering out of her suddenly-too-tight throat, head dropping forwards to try and catch herself when he pulls her back against him. Saliva thickens beneath her tongue, and she blinks rapidly, eyes suddenly dry and god, she hopes he can’t feel how wet her panties are, but there’s no way he can’t because he’s pressed so close now she has to be leaving a damp spot on his jeans only - -
Only he’s hard.
Of course he’s hard.
Beth swallows, tries to swallow, the music from the bar dulled through the thin walls, the doof doof doof of some heavy bass pulsing through the floor, and she tries to focus on that as he rolls his hips against her ass, and she can feel the outline of him, feel the - - girth of him, and a sound escapes her mouth, and she clenches and he can’t possibly know that, but then a sound escapes his and then it’s just - -
His hand.
Cupping her breast.
Not grabbing or pinching or tearing at her dress, just holding it. Holding her.
His big hand fit for it somehow, his fingers long enough to curve up, brush her nipple through her dress, enough the lace of her bra presses into her skin, and she lifts her head. Blinks her eyes open just enough that she can see her wet mouth and her pink cheeks and him.
Behind her.
Pupils so blown his eyes look entirely black, the lines of his face like a perfect carving, his hands on her somehow more when she catches them, when she sees him move them just enough to pinch lightly at her breast, and her eyes close again as a shiver wracks through her, only to gasp, soft, when she feels the tip of his nose slip down her neck.
He’s nowhere and he’s everywhere, his presence so felt, so consuming, Beth can barely breathe, can barely think, can barely feel a thing beyond the weight of him, beyond the way he drags like a match down the striker of her flesh. Like she is glass and sand to his phosphorous touch, and together they ignite.
Then - -
A yank at her hip.
Fabric seizing like a tourniquet and she gasps again as she feels it snap, doesn’t even realise it’s her panties until the cool air finds her cunt, and she starts to kick them off, clenching, dripping, and his hand is off her breast to her back, pushing her down, over, and it’s all Beth can do to scramble for the sink, to hold, to feel his gaze drop.
“Fuck,” he says, voice lower than she’s ever heard it, a guttural sound that curls somewhere deep inside her, burrows in her gut, and suddenly she wants to hear it again so badly that she cants her hips back, chances a glance back up to the mirror, just to see him.
She regrets it instantly.
Regrets it because she knows she won’t forget it, can’t, won’t be able to close her eyes again without seeing him over her, mouth open, his face split apart and too young and too old and too him. Like his rawest nerves are on display for her, something yearning and close and too gentle.
Too gentle, as his fingers find her slit, stroke up her, coating themselves in her, and her eyes close, and her mouth holds and she keens because - - because when was the last time someone touched her like this?
When did she ever think it would be him?
But all thoughts are gone when he sinks a finger into her, groaning like it’s his cock, like it’s more, and she gasps, squirms, clenching, her own fingers grappling for purchase, her body starting to throb, then it’s a second finger, and he’s fucking her with them, getting deeper with each push, and Beth’s gasping, head dropping lower, so low she can feel the cool radiating off the counter against her forehead, can feel the saliva thicken in her mouth, her throat bob, and she needs some release.
She moves a hand, starts towards her clit, when suddenly Rio’s fingers are out of her and he’s batting her hand away. The sound that tears from her throat isn’t something Beth can even begin to explain (but god, she feels the loss of him already), and she’s about to say something, anything, when he’s grabbing her arm, pulling her up and turning her around.
Her ass hits the corner of the sink when she jerks back.
It’s just - -
God.
He’s so close.
He wets his lips.
Eyes dropping to hers.
Is he - -
Outside, someone drops a drink, glass shattering across the floor, a woman yells, a man argues, the music is turned up.
She can almost make out the lyrics.
Could, if Rio didn’t look like he was about to kiss her.
Her second first kiss, Beth thinks blindly, and - - oh.
She drops her head, heart stuttering in her chest, because no, because that isn’t what this is supposed to be, and her husband’s sitting alone outside and probably checking out the waitress, and Rio’s her - -
Her boss? No, not anymore. Her - -
He’s just - -
Suddenly, there’s a breath at her cheek, warm and smelling faintly of vodka, a nose at her temple, then fingers at her other one, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
“’s okay,” he whispers, and Beth can’t blink and then all she can do is blink – rapid and over and over again, and she nods as curtly as she can manage and she means to say thank you, she does, only then Rio’s pulling her sideways, and his big, clammy hands are at the back of her thighs and the floor is gone from beneath her feet, and her back’s at the wall, and Beth gasps.
Rio’s laugh is a little breathless, strained with her weight, his hips pushing beneath hers to hold her up as he works his belt, and Beth grabs his shoulders and then let’s go of them because god, is she - - how does she touch him? But Rio doesn’t seem to mind, not as he frees his cock from his pants and she can only feel the head of it against her inner thigh and it’s - - a lot. Beth looks up at the ceiling, shaking, breathless herself as he sucks gently at her neck, adjusts his grip on her thighs as she squirms, and slowly - - so fucking slowly - - slides her down onto his cock.
And it’s been - -
A while.
She knows it’s been a while, but her mouth is open and she’s not sure she knows how to close it, and Rio’s big inside of her and in front of her and strong as he holds her up, and when he starts to roll his hips, starts to fuck up into her, she clenches, scrambles, tries to remember how to breathe, but he hasn’t let her do that since she met him, so she’s not sure why he’d do it now.
With a hiccup, she shifts, hands at the wall, trying to find purchase as his hands move beneath her thighs again, starting to build a rhythm, and the drag and the push of him inside her is almost more than she can bear. Her pulse sounds in her ears, and he hums into her neck and Beth’s shuddering, trying to contain the throbbing of her cunt around him, when - -
A sharp nip at her cleft chin.
Beth blinks, drops her head from where it was tilted up still to the ceiling, and all she can see is Rio’s face, straight in front of hers. He just - - smiles, small, lopsided, and she can’t help the way her lips do the same, and he hums again, pulls her off the wall just enough she gasps, grabs at his neck (and oh, god, she can feel the nooks of his vertebrae, the bristle of his hair, the sweat building at the collar of his shirt, all these things that make him, this, real) and when he fucks up into her this time she sinks her hips down and they both groan.
“’s good,” he murmurs into her neck, words warm, and Beth shivers, fingers still on his neck when one of his free hands comes up to cup hers, and she thinks of the image of them, holding onto each other, not an inch between them, him buried so deep inside her she can feel his hip bones poking into her lower ass (upper thighs?) and she still can’t string a thought together, doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to again, but still - -
#which is also why I don't give sh*t about what Bill Krebs says on his social media or in DMs - preeeeeeeeaaaaaachhhh!!!!! word of god only matters if you want it to and press/social is even more meaningless imo
Look! I was at a stage as well years ago when I thought I could trust what writers or producers spill on their social media accounts it made me waste years on a show with a potential ship and a lot of hopes for plot and character development.
Until I realized: this is complete nonsense. These guys just want viewers to keep watching. They don’t care about viewers’ opinions and much less about the most coherent/interesting theories, better plot ideas and thoughts from the non-casual viewers.
They will say anything and everything to keep people interested and watching. So for me: I take note of what Bill Krebs says but I simply disregard it since nothing he says is canon until it becomes canon. And he doesn’t really say anyting at all.
Just stuff like “Keep watching!” and “It’s like chess” which is the same rhetoric used by the writers and producers back then. Same goes for news articles.
So I just be like “F*ck you, writers, and let me watch the show and do your job in writing a better plot from now on”.
