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Russian Roulette

Summary: Simon Riley takes notice that the reader has a specific way of reloading her gun, which results in him being paranoid to the point he misreads the situation.

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, cursing, torture, hurt/no comfort.

Words: 2.3K

This was a prompt from Character.AI by user @/kstzii and I had to make this account to post because it really hit the angst spot for me. Hopefully, it does the same for you.

The echo from your sniper rifle was stifled by its silencer as you scored another bullseye. You felt someone's gaze burn into the back of your head. But once you turned, you couldn't see anyone. Must've been my imagination. You reassured yourself as you went back to attempt another shot. No bullets. You quickly reload and reposition yourself to fire off another round.

“What the hell was that?” Your lieutenant's voice called out. You swiftly turned to him. “Reload again.”

“What?” You were caught off guard, the slight hint of a Russian accent slipping out. Shit. You instantly clear your throat to switch back to your usual British accent.

“Are you deaf? I said reload again!” He repeats, his voice booming.

You rearange yourself from your position lying on your stomach, onto your knees, the head of your riffle touching the dirt beneath you. You look at him through slightly narrowed eyes. “Now, why would I reload when I just switched to a perfectly good mag?”

His jaw clenched. You noticied how he was trying to hold himself back. He did this often. You were sharp with your tongue and tended to use it on him often. In more ways than one. Though this time, he didn’t quite seem like he was enjoying it.

“You know exactly what I mean. That was a Russian reload,” he crossed his arms over his chest, the veins in his arms were prominent. It brought you back… No. This was serious.

You laughed it off, seeming unbothered. You were cool. Calm. Collected. Everyone knew you weren’t one to be thrown off your game easily. But this certainley was doing just that. You weren’t about to let him see that though.

With a scoff, you turn your back to him to get a better hold of your gun. “I reckon you haven’t slept, Lieutenant. Could be playing tricks on your sight.”

“I know exactly what I saw,” his tone was cold, but with his clenched fists you knew this was a ticking time bomb. “Do. It. Again.” He ordered in a firm tone. It left no room for any arguments.

You’re stagnant only slightly. There was uneasiness in your stomach at what this could mean. You knew Simon, and you knew Ghost. This was the latter, but you weren’t going to let this play out the way he wanted it to.

“And if not?” You challenge as you turned towards him, eyes sincere as you looked deep into his conflicted ones. “This gonna end in friendly fire?”

In long strides he stepped forward, coming to a halt right in front of you. He pulled you up by your elbow, but you never lost your grip on your weapon. With him being 6’4, you had to crane your neck to look him in the eye. His towering frame was imposing, making you feel small.

He leaned closer, just like he had so many times before. His body only a few inches from yours, but instead of it having the burning effect it usually did, now you were just feeling uncomfortable with the interaction. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to intimidate you.

“What do you have to lose?” He countered, his voice low, a rumble to his chest.

You took it as a challenge.

With a clenched jaw, you took a step back from him as he severed his grip on your skin. You rid of the magazine wedged within your sniper and your eyes never leave his as you do so. Taking another mag from your tactical gear, you shift to do a simple tactical reload.

He watched you intently, his eyes glued to your every move. You didn’t break a single swet. And even though it seemed like something inherently intimate, you knew it was everything but. Once you finished and kept your straight face on him, he stepped towards you again.

He looked pissed as his eyes flickered to the mag that you just placed into your gun.

“That…” he stated through gritted teeth, gripping your chin with force between his thumb and his forefinger. You were forced to look at him head on. “…isn’t a British reload. Now tell me, who are you really?”

“I’m a simple sniper, sir,” you reply without skipping so much as a beat. “I was chosen for this task because of my outstanding sniper skills.”

Silence ensued.

Then you continued. “But you knew that already. You read my file,” you hissed back at him. “And you’ve trained with me for months, been in my bed, so what exactly are we implying here, Lieutenant?”

He kept his grip on your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. You noticed how he continued to get frustrated that nothing was out in the open like he previously thought it was. He expected you to be defiant, not secretive. A piece was missing and he was paranoid. Something wasn’t right.

Suddently, you’re smashed against the closest tree and your rifle was hitting the ground. You wince as a gruff pained noise falls from your lips once the air is knocked out of you. His vast hand squeezed your neck. Not enough to cut your air supply. Yet. But enough for it to be uncomfortable to breath. There was a sense of betrayal in his eyes and you knew he had assumed the worst.

“You’re a lying Russian spy,” he murmured into your ear with such force you thought you’d faint.

You struggled against him. “I am not Russian, nor am I a spy,” you rasp out as best you can, but you feel him crushing your windpipe. You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You feel hurt. He was one of the closest people you had since joining the 141 task force. Which made you angry. That’s when hurt vacated to make room for the feeling of deception. “But I will not explain myself to you when I have a job to do.”

You attempted to push him off but he was stronger and bulkier than you, making it almost impossible. You understood there that there would be no reasoning with him. Sleep deprivation and high stress levels were obvious indicators of this. You both had been on the field for days, and he had been the one doing most of the lookouts in order for you to get a bit of shuteye. You won’t be a good shot with heavy lids, sweetheart. He once said to you.

“What were you sent to do, huh?” He asked, his voice had lost its edge and now he just sounded distant. “Spy? Assassinate me?”

“Paranoid motherfucker,” you hissed, holding onto his forearm to steady yourself against his grip. “Screw you.”

His eyes narrowed, his grip loosening only slightly. “You sound surprised. You can’t honestly tell me that you expected me to not investigate the mysterious sniper with a Russian reload and accent?”

“And I’m almost certain you couldn’t find a Goddamn thing about anything and that’s why you got me cornered,” you stated as a matter of fact. “I’m not whoever the hell you think I am, and this paranoia is serving to have this mission go south if you don’t let me get to my gun.”

He laughed this time. Honestly, laughed.

You scrunched up your nose. Fuck you, Ghost.

“You don’t think I have dirt on you, sweetheart? I have files on you, more than you can count. I know you, better than you think,” he paused for a second. “I know your weaknesses, likes, dislikes. Everything.”

You laugh bitterly. “I don’t doubt that. Hey, I even had a hand in the shit you know because I trusted you. That still doesn’t mean you know jack shit about what happened in Russia. You’re so inclined? Ask Price!”

“I asked Price!” His hand gave your neck a quick squeeze and you saw how his body trembled. “He didn’t know a damn thing. Said your file was locked and he was denied access. Now why the hell would that be, huh?”

You snorted. “He said that to protect me. I had the whole record wiped. None of this concerns you, Lieutenant. We all went through shit, and you think you’re the only one that’s allowed to be a ghost? Fuck you!”

His eyes narrowed at your words. “Why would he protect you if you have nothing to hide? That makes no sense and you know it.”

“Because my trauma is my trauma! And you have no business budding into it!”

“And if it’s something that could jeopardize the entire task force?” He muttered, his patience wearing thin. “If it could get everyone killed?”

“You’re an idiot if you think Price would let me anywhere near this damn task force if he considered me a risk,” your voice was cool, but your heart was thumping in your chest. You attempting one last shove that surprisingly caused him to let go. You wheezed when the pressure was off your trachea and you coughed to catch your breath.

He watched you silently.

Once you composed yourself, you looked back at him as you held your neck. “I thought we were fucking friends, Ghost.”

“Friends?!” He spat exasperatedly. “You really think I would consider you my friend when I know you’re lying? You think I make friends with people I don’t trust?” His eyes were cold, his tone cruel and bitter. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet between your eyes for the simple deceit.”

Aside from the pain emitting from your neck, there was a hollow ache in your chest that was capturing your attention as well. You would relive the trauma if that would mean getting the job done. But when it came to Simon Riley, he was as good as dead to you.

“I was held hostage by Russian forces for 18 months.”

His stance faltered at that. You don’t think you had ever seen him lose his footing like he had in that instance. And his eyes… Christ, he had never changed his expression so fast. What the hell was that? Pity? He could go screw himself.

You continued. “Anything you can think of in torture, triple that. What kept me alive for so long was the fact they wanted to use me. The only way I got out of the constant abuse was the training. So excuse me if I picked up on a thing or two. Even the Godawful accent that creeps into the British one,” you cleared your throat. “I’m not your enemy, Ghost. But you’re right. I’m not your damn friend either.”

As you explained your past, his eyes never left yours as he listened carefully. He expected many things, but he hadn’t taken into consideration you being a literal prisoner to Russian forces. For once in his life, he was speechless. The thought that you had lived through a year and a half of torture at the hands of the Russians was something he could barely imagine.

His gaze had softened, but he hardened again when something wasn’t clicking for him. “Doesn’t explain why your file is locked.”

You snorted humorlessly. “Ever heard of Price’s little sister?”

His eyes widened at the mention of her. The captain was hush hush about the matter, but it was a well known fact he had family within the military. And that she was KIA some time ago. “What about her?”

“You’re looking at her.”

Those were the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. Shock and surprise flashed behind his mask as he finally realized what this meant.

“You’re…” He paused, trying to process the bomb that just exploded in his face. “You’re Price’s sister?”

“In the flesh,” you replied with the same cold tone he had been using earlier with you. “You’re not the only one trying to be ghost. You’ve just never been questioned by the task force on it like you just did to me.”

What could he say to that?

“I took a bullet for you, Lieutenant,” you reminded him. “What fucking spy does that for the opposite team?”

His jaw clenched and you saw how his mask flexed due to it. His eyes showed how he replayed that memory in his head. It was something he thought about constantly. You had saved him, and he hadn’t seen it coming. He had been so focused on you being a spy that he hadn’t stopped to consider that you were actually on his side.

“I never should have questioned you,” he admitted, his voice quiet as he met your gaze again.

Your hand shot up to stop him from saying anything else on the matter. “It’s done. We’re done here.”

He watched as you walked away to pick up your gun, his mind racing with thoughts but they were too fast for his tongue. He knew he had messed up. He had completely misjudged the situation with the accusations thrown at you when in reality your connection to the task force was stronger than even his.

The irony in the situation wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t find it funny.

“Wait,” He sighed, taking strides to catch up to you.

“This is unprofessional, Lieutenant,” you stated, dusting off your weapon as you checked for any malfunctions. “We’re in the middle of an active operation. I’m done talking.”

He exhaled a frustrated sigh as you dismissed his attempt at talking to you. He knew you were right, that the mission was what mattered now. But he couldn’t help the feeling that he needed to apologize. It was clawing at his chest, the emotion raw in his throat, asking to be let out in word vomit.

“You can’t honestly expect us to just ignore what happened and continue on like normal?”

Silence followed.

You didn’t even look at him.

“Go back to being Ghost, because Simon Riley is fucking dead to me.”

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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I just realized that it's kind of ironic how luffy looks so innocent and child like when his eyes don't have that sparkle in it like the majority of other characters do. Especially as one out of ten mc's? Luffy looks completely ordinary and average looking compared to everyone else on his crew and amongst every other main character in general. Which is another reason why he is one of a kind ironically

😄😄😄

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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In tears at this

Stsg if they first meet when they were babies 🖤🤍

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━━ WALK WITH ME x KATAKURI +18

SNACK TIME

disclaimer: food play? Nt rlly, smut, penetrative, nsfw content, pnv, etc…

a/n: minors dni. I guess this is me participating in kinktober? LOL maybe just twice. I have 2 nsfw drafts… though the other one is more plot than smut. Be kind…still trying to shake off my writers block.

Hear me out.... He's huge and you're... not. Talk about size kink. Lets talk about his daily snack times. The one time throughout the day where he can lie down on his back, remove his scarf and inhale donuts... or.. walk with me.

Lets say he has a wife who joins him on these snack times of his. Wearing nothing but donuts and STAY WITH ME OKAY. His donuts are HUGE because of his size. so they fit perfectly against your body.

Can you imagine Katakuri watching you climb off his snack cart... wearing only donuts? Or maybe he picks you up from the cart whichever suits your fancy.

Or maybe you’re a chef in toto land (on-top of being his wife) so maybe you not only prepare his donuts but serve it to him…in nothing but a apron, sat very prettily on his cart…one of his donuts in your hand and you hold it out to him once he finishes making his little get-away.

The donuts giving Katakuri the perfect opportunity to devour you. Mmm... imagine your body littered with bite marks, hickeys, and hand prints.

We've all seen his tongue... Imagine him eating you till he's completely satisfied or until your completely under his control. Which ever came first, both of your brains too scrambled to know.

Maybe you’ve had a day repairing some dessert based buildings that big mom destroyed in one of her hunger pains…So you’ve been looking forward to your husbands snack time so much so that your trembling with desperation and need, not that he didn’t notice. Katakuri taking advantage of his observation haki saved your present breath by looking into the future to catch himself up to speed. So ever the vigilant husband, lies down without much fuss with his hands held out, just for you, his wife who’ll need the support.

“Well, come on then. You’ve waited long enough so take what you’ve been waiting for.” And so you do, take what you’ve been waiting for, which is a seat on your husbands pretty little face. Your hands holding his, sighing as your husbands tongue, strong, wet, long, and warm, went to work plunging deep, licking as every little inch within you. “Haah,” you moan loudly as his lips made out with your lower lips. “I do adore that look in your eyes,” You moan, back arching as you came, biting your lip at the sound of Katakuri swallowing your slick.

FOLLOW ME. Nearly done. Can we talk about his hands? I just know he's amazing at massaging, you get me? Huge and INSANELY warm hands caressing every inch of your bruised and kissed skin… He’d wait till you’re completely relaxed to take his time sliding in…Pressing your head down and pushing your legs farther apart BEFORE you start to squirm. “I understand your discomfort beloved but if you jerk...You’ll hurt yourself.” Not to mention he had to have complete and utter control of you.

Imagine him bending, twisting and stretching you into any position he could think of. I mean the skys the limit with him. You on your back, hips raised, legs in a deep V shape... Mmm now thats a dangerous position. The way he'd be able to rip the soul from your body?

What about downward doggy? The way he'd trail his fingers down your spine? your body obeying the silent command and arching beautifully. Your arms stretched straight infront of you, hands being held or pinned by his... Just depends on your perspective.

The way it would feel like the air being vaccumed from your very lungs? Besides that. I do have some thoughts about how he’d go about incorporating his haki into his…snack time, but we’ll circle back to that.

…DID I LOSE YOU?

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Reblog if you’re black tumblr

and yes you have to be black, this isn’t an all access typa club

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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━━ WALK WITH ME x KATAKURI +18

SNACK TIME

disclaimer: food play? Nt rlly, smut, penetrative, nsfw content, pnv, etc…

Lets say he has a wife who joins him on these snack times of his. Wearing nothing but donuts and STAY WITH ME OKAY. His donuts are HUGE because of his size. so they fit perfectly against your body.

Can you imagine Katakuri watching you climb off his snack cart... wearing only donuts? Or maybe he picks you up from the cart whichever suits your fancy.

The donuts giving Katakuri the perfect opportunity to devour you. Mmm... imagine your body littered with bite marks, hickeys, and hand prints.

We've all seen his tongue... Imagine him eating you till he's completely satisfied or until your completely under his control. Which ever came first, both of your brains too scrambled to know.

…DID I LOSE YOU?

#kinktober #writing #anime #one piece #fluff #masterlist #smut #opsmut #op smut #katakuri #katakuri smut #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #katakuri x reader #op katakuri #one piece smut #imagines #fluffy

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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LMFAOOOOOO BROOO

Imagine being a vampire living in one of the castles Claudia and Louis searched. You’re in the middle of your decades long nap, and suddenly there’s some random teenage girl throwing the lid of your coffin open and firing question after question in your language (albeit broken and heavily accented) while a man that’s visibly teetering on the edge of his sanity awkwardly stands behind her.

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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but daisy... why was part 2 of “go with red” so good 😭😅😅. i don’t wanna be selfish and ask for another part but... if you’re feeling up for it and have muse please! but i was just thinking how i’d love to know how rio would feel if his wife was accompanying collecting money for a drop out and they’re waiting for their client and she tells him that he needs to flip his game and instructs him on how to do it! THIS could also be seen in my head taking place during a meeting

Hi, my love! How are you doing? I'm sorry this took so long and I hope you like it. I'm a little rusty. Also, you always give so many great ideas with great detail, would you ever consider writing as well? I'm sure it could be great. :)

Flip Your Game

word count ♡ 937

summary ♡ Rio is struggling to figure out an idea to flip his game until you share a suggestion.

situation ♡ fluffy?

warnings ♡ some cursing, sensuality

“Is that my hoodie?” Rio asked, narrowing his eyes towards you. You dug your hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie. “What? I didn’t have black.” You shrugged.

While Rio was now letting you more into his business, you decided to channel him completely which included the very “fun” attire of all black clothing. He led you towards the room in the warehouse where he would have his meeting with his crew and a client.

“You’re gonna observe tonight, yeah?” He said, which meant to not interject with your usual comments, and sarcastic remarks. You nodded, and he opened the door for you motioning to sit in the chair at the end of the table.

Mick greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, a regular introduction before getting straight to the point with Rio. Not too long after, the client showed up with two duffels you could only assume was filled with cash.

You watched how Rio always kept an austere reaction to everything whether good or bad. He commanded respect any time anyone walked into a room and vice versa.

“You good?” He asked the client who you realized was nervous and bad at hiding it. You knew whatever he was nervous about would cause a disruption into this whole process which made you sit up straighter.

The client nodded. “Just got a little heat is all, I’m handling it.” He said. Rio tensed up, and you watched how his hands clasped together in front of him indicating his seriousness.

“There ain’t room for heat. Fix it, or you’re done.” He said, and you and the client both knew that had multiple meanings and you were better off not knowing. The client nodded and Mick threw him another duffel from their end before he left.

You tried your best to keep quiet and listen in on the conversation amongst Rio and his crew but no one was getting it or giving any good ideas to take care of the bad egg. That client was going to fuck them over and you knew it.

“You need to flip your game.” You interrupted, the table getting quiet. Rio looked up at you, giving you a ‘what are you doing’ look.

“That guy’s clueless, and unpredictable. I mean, you couldn’t have picked a worse guy to do the most important job,” You chuckled.

Mick and the crew looked towards Rio, confused if they should even be listening to you right now.

“I just have one suggestion and then I’ll shut up.” You scratched the back of your neck, like your comment was an itch you desperately needed to tend to.

Everyone sitting at the table looked incredibly intimidating and you wondered if it was worth it.

“...Maybe I shouldn’t. You guys got it.” You backed down.

“Nah, say what you tryna say.” Rio approved, giving you a patronizing smirk.

“Well for starters, picking a guy like him is hella shady looking already. You have dirty cops, shit even desperate housewives, but why not someone in the medical field?” You suggested.

The whole table was looking more intrigued now. “You have everything you ever need sitting in a perfectly legal facility, all you need is someone in trouble and desperate for money.”

Rio was too prideful at the moment to admit that it was a great idea.

“She really tryna tell me how to run my business?” He laughed amongst his crew.

Your proud grin faded. “I’m trying to help you, stupid.” You abruptly stood up and walked out, refusing to sit in a room full of assholes.

You knew your idea was good, great even. It would take the heat off, and it was a perfect coverup but Rio refused to see that so you had to show him it could work.

Regardless of what he said, you made connections and did some networking with your friends and their friends. Surprisingly, especially from all the knowledge you learned from Rio it wasn’t that hard to track down desperate people.

Your attractiveness only added to money piling in for you. All you needed was your charm, a tight-fitted dress, and a business plan.

Pretty soon, you had just enough clients to keep the duffels coming in and out with no heat in sight. At this point, you were counting your personal bills and waiting on Rio to apologize.

“You were right, mama.” He said, walking in on you as you were placing bills in the money counter. “Yeah? Or are you saying that to get off of sleeping on the couch?” You didn’t look up, continuing your task.

Watching you handle your own, bringing money in like it was nothing turned him on even if he didn’t admit it. He walked over to you, pressing himself into your back.

“Both,” He said, kissing your shoulder. “He fucked you over, huh?” You smirked.

“Mhm.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist now. “I handled it though.”

“Yeah? Me too.” You said, taking the flash drive out of your pocket and handing it to him.

“Your new clients. You’re welcome.” You said. He turned you around to face him, and he just knew he was going to live out one of his fantasies and fuck you on the table full of cash.

He gripped your hips, going in for a kiss until you dodged him by looking the other way.

“You can’t get everything you want tonight.” You chuckled and walked away.

He’d never not listen to you again after that.

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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Would you mind writing this as a birthday present for me please ❤️? Rio and reader are good friends. She’s got a big crush on him but knows he’s never going to go for her. She’s more on the curvier/nerdier side and saw the girls he goes for (not to mention what a lovesick puppy he’s around Beth). A deal goes wrong and she tries to cheer him up and help solve it, but he gets frustrated and ends up taking it out on her calling her awful things. She’s very hurt by his harsh words and ends their friendship and disappears from his life. Once Rio is calmed down he finds a present waiting at his house (she had keys to his house which she also left with the present). It’s a birthday present for him with a card saying very corny loving stuff and a line saying “I wish you would see me and think of me worthy of your love” or something similar. Up to you if you want to give it a happy ending and/or add some loving smut. Thank you and I hope you’ve got a beautiful weekend 😘❤️.

I'm so sorry this is so late and I hope you had the best birthday! When I read your request, just to be completely transparent I was a little skeptical about the idea of the reader giving Rio a gift after he treated her like shit so I twisted it up a bit so it wasn't like she was trying to earn his affection through a present that he never deserved. So I hope you like this anyway. :)

Loving You

word count ♡ 1,032

summary ♡ Rio and reader are good friends until a deal goes wrong and he takes it out on her.

situation ♡ angsty/mildy fluffy

warnings ♡ shouting

You’d like to think that you and Rio were good friends. Essentially, you were but from your perspective, you wanted more but never thought he’d feel the same. You were beautiful inside and out but you always thought he couldn’t see it. You pictured him loving another societal norm.

You believed he could have never loved your chubby figure and your spew of random facts and aced trivia as if that should have been an issue at all.

But all in all, you had a great connection and you helped him through his worst and his best but sometimes he did take you for granted.

“Are you okay, Rio?” You asked him as he walked through the door, slamming it behind him. You usually went over to his house earlier because you had a key, waiting for him to get home so you both could hang out like usual.

He went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a drink; something to relax him and help him think or maybe just to forget.

“What happened?” You asked, walking towards the bar. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He ignored her, taking a large sip.

“No, you’re obviously upset. Did something go wrong? Was it a bad deal?” You pushed until his loud tone made you jump.

“NO! I said don’t worry about it, whatchu not understanding?” He looked at you, perturbed.

“...I was just trying to he-” You started to say quietly but he interrupted. “I don’t need your help, Y/N. You’re not my girl, and never will be.” He said.

You were taken aback by his statement, not really understanding the correlation. “I never said I was...” You said, hurt.

“Why you still here?” He asked, and you felt flustered. “I guess I’ll just go then.” You said, getting your purse to leave.

You couldn’t sleep that night. You wondered why you were never good enough for the people you loved. You were embarrassed, realizing that he knew this entire time how you felt about him and he held it against you to finally push you away.

You took your pillow and held it to your face, screaming into it. You hated yourself for still worrying about him, and for what? What was it all for? Holding him down, being a good friend, putting him before anyone else.

But for once, you took this is as a sign to start new, fresh, finding you and loving you. You didn’t bother texting him like usual to check on him, you deleted his number, quit your shitty job and took the final leap to do what you wanted to do.

Meanwhile, a couple of months went by and Rio continued to grow his business. Money was always coming in, but he still felt like he was lacking in something, or maybe someone. He came home from a long day of work to a package on his doorstep. He didn’t order anything recently so he was skeptical until he opened it. You remembered his birthday, like you always did.

“I’m not a photographer, but I can definitely picture you and I together. Happy Birthday, Rio.” The card read and he smiled, for the first time in a long time but it faded away once he realized how shitty he treated you.

He knew you were in love with him, but he was too busy chasing money and other women. So, he took it upon himself to track you down, and try to win you over in person.

Bouquet in hand, he knocked on your door but was surprised an unfamiliar face opened it. The man in front of him was literally the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Rio was attractive in his own way that made women swoon but he had to admit, this guy was attractive in a different way.

“I’m looking for [Y/N].” Rio said. The guy looked at the bouquet and then back up at him before calling you.

“Babe! Someone’s here for you!” He called. You came quickly, surprised to see him standing there. You motioned towards your boyfriend to give you privacy and he gladly obliged.

“Hey...” You said, giving him a small smile. He scanned you from head to toe, realizing how attractive you were but he just never noticed. Actually, it kind of surprised him that you still looked the exact same and you were. The only things you changed about yourself were from within, glow ups don’t always have to amount to your appearance.

That was also something you had to learn as well.

“I just wanted to apologize.” He said, handing you the bouquet. “Well...thank you. These are beautiful.” You said, smelling them.

It was an awkward silence until he spoke up again. “I’m kind of surprised you left me that note that was in the package you sent considering...” He started, hinting towards your new boyfriend.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until you realized he finally received his birthday gift. “Oh! I’m sorry, I sent that a long time ago so you’d be able to open it on your birthday,” You chuckled.

His smirk fell when he realized that he didn’t have a chance, even before coming to you. He opened up feelings that were no longer there.

“[Y/N]! Hurry up, pizza’s getting cold!” Your boyfriend called. You looked back, grinning from ear to ear.

Rio felt a bit envious of the both of them but was happier for her more than anything. You didn’t expect to find someone new but he stumbled on your path and showers your most vulnerable parts with adoration so why not keep him?

“Thanks for the flowers, I hope you find your happiness too Rio. Just...not with me.” You said.

Rio smirked at how straightforward you were now. “Thanks, mama.” He said, turning on his heels and finally walking out of your life.

Anyone else would have thrown the flowers away with the way he treated you all this time but you kept them.

You watered them, and cherished them but just like some relationships, some feelings even, they wither away and die.

It wasn’t because you didn’t love them; it just wasn’t meant to live for you.

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cauqhtz · 2 months ago

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Not your employee

Here's the last request I've finished but with an alternate ending as requested.

word count ♡ 798

summary ♡ Reader accidentally calls Rio by his real name in his place of business

situation ♡ mild angst

warnings ♡ cursing, rio being an ass

You knew what you were getting into marrying Rio. You knew the lifestyle, the unpredictability, the everything. You sacrificed a semi-normal life for the unknown and you would do it all over again but sometimes you were still getting used to the boundaries that came with it. You had to quickly learn which lines to not cross but sometimes you made mistakes.

“Christopher, they dropped off the bag-” You started but took a pause once Rio and his employees stared at you. You didn’t realize at first until it hit you that you were in his place of business; he was not Christopher.

You didn’t think you had to apologize; he was Christopher to you but you did expect him to answer. Instead, he blatantly ignored you, walking away telling everyone to get back to work. Mick took the bag from you, shooting you a look of disapproval.

You felt the mistake hang over your head for the next couple of days. You call him to look at your car, ignore. You call him to see what he wants for dinner, ignore. You call him to come to bed, ignore. You were getting frustrated at this point playing the long game and you did not want to call him Rio.

“You don’t hear me calling you?” You asked Rio once you found him. He continued to put something together for Marcus, ignoring you yet again.

You folded your arms, your fingernails digging into your own skin from the imminent rage. “All this because I won’t call you Rio?” You asked.

“Learn your place.” He said blatantly.

“My place?” You repeated, your ears getting hot. “I’m not your employee, Christopher. I’m your wife.”

He placed the toy down, holding his hands behind his back and gave you the condescending stare he gave everyone else.

“But you are an employee. I give you something to do and you take care of it, right? Then you are an employee.” He said, calm as ever.

You honestly didn’t know what to say afterwards. He wasn’t necessarily wrong per se but you didn’t want him to be right.

“So, I’m just supposed to call you ‘Rio’ at home too? That’s stupid.” You rolled your eyes.

“Until you learn how to say it outside of this home.” He remarked. You shook your head in disappointment.

“I married you, Christopher. Not Rio.” You said.

He chuckled, taking a step towards you. “Nah, but you did,” He started. “Outside of this house, I am Rio. If I allow you to be around my business, I’m your boss not your husband.”

“I’m not doing it.” You refused. He let out a full belly laugh after you said that. “Nah, you wanted in. Now you’re in and you’re gonna learn.”

You grimaced at his remark. “You’re treating me like I’m one of those housewives that owe you money and even then, you still give leeway to that Beth bitch and you literally ignore me for 2 days because I don’t call you by your stupid street name.” You huffed.

“Watch it.” He said, keeping his intense gaze.

“WaTch iT.” You mocked. You saw a twinge of a smile as if he wanted to laugh but quickly shifted back to his intimidating stare.

“You’re lucky I didn’t knock your ankles loose the first time I called you and you didn’t answer me.” You said.

He decided to sit down knowing that he fucked up and you were going to hand it to him. He rested his chin on his hand as he listened to your tangent.

“Yeah, get comfortable because I’m far from done. Since you’ve forgotten what I do for you, I’ll tell you. Every job you give me, I do it no questions asked. I don’t even want to do all of it, did you know that? I hate it. I just want to be around you, stupid! I cook, I clean,” You said, walking back and forth now.

“I do it all and I make one tiny mistake, and you ignore me? Ignore me? And I get it, it’s your job. Respect, whatever but it was one time. ONE time.” You held up your index finger for emphasis.

He kept quiet, knowing you weren’t yet done but you made him come to terms with his ego getting the best of him again, something he wouldn’t formally admit.

“You hurt my feelings.” You finally said and you finally saw the switch flip in his eyes.

“Come here.” He called you over, patting his lap for you to sit down. You kept your arms folded as you sat.

He contemplated explaining the boundaries but you knew it all already. He was just being a bit of an asshole.

He kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry.”

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