Rip Walker X Reader

Dad's finally home

Godfather of harlem

Chin were is yn and stella

Olympia, I invited them, but they're not here

Chin, what do you mean there not hear

He causes a uprise because all he cares about his daughters and there wellbeings

He leaves and heads to find us both

Stella, morning you feel okay

Yn just nauseous because of you know what

Yn I be in the bathroom

Stella ok sis

You finish up in the bathroom and start to make.some lunch

Stella opens the door and there's dad

Chin hi are both of you here

Stella yeah sis is in the kitchen

They hug and your father heads into the kitchen

Chin hi

Yn hi dad comes over to hug u

Chin, listen, I need you to pack a bag and come with me

Yn okay

You go in pack a bag

Chin stella

Stella I'm coming

You too bring out your bags and head in the car

You head into a house and sit down on the couch

Chin stella what's wrong with your sister

Stella she you know what

Chin who is it

Stella he out of the picture so I have been helping here

Chin ugh that's ridiculous

Chin honey how are you feeling

Yn tired

Miguel Galindo x reader

You hey amor I made us dinner

Miguel gracais amor tengo hambre

You of course mi Vida

Miguel walks over to the baby

Miguel how's my little baby

Maria d.a.d.d.y

Miguel si princess

You can I take a picture

Miguel of course

Pretend that this is miguel

You go enjoy your family time together and watch all the cars movie together ❤️

This was so good excited for part 3

"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

Read Part One Here.

Inspired By:

“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door. 

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me.  I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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Angel reyes x Bishop losa daughter part 1

Yn losa comes to see her dad and how's been after a few years. On her way of healing there relationships she meets this man.

Angel hey mama's

You hello do you know where Bishop losa is

Angel yeah

Your dad sees you

Bishop Emily

You You run up to him hi dad

Angel in his head dad

Bishop how about you been

Emily I been good hru

Bishop good

Emily that's good pa

The rest of group comes in

Ez hi I'm Ezekiel

Emily hi I'm Emily

Ez nice

Emily yeah

You all sit at a table and have a round of drinks

Bishop mija can I talk to you

You yeah coming

You whats up

Bishop well I would you like if you stayed here when I we went on our travels

You but I want to come please

Bishop I can't every say no to you

You I no do you know where tio is

Bishop you have alot which one

You Marcus

Bishop oh he should be here shortly

You alright

Marcus gets up his bike

Em long time

Marcus mija hi how ahveyou been gives u hug

Em good I figured I come home

Marcus that's good

You go back in and sit down at one of the tables and angel comes up to

Angel Hola

You Hola

Angel so your bishop daughter

You yeah that's me

Angel nice

You yeah lol

You so what's your name

Angel Angel Ignacio reyes

You oh cool are you Felipe son

Angel yeah

You I see your dad at his shop all the time

Angle nice

Your tio and dad glance at you two

You give me a minute

You walk up to your dad and Marcus gets up to get another drink

Bishop so angel

You yo no sey

Bishop uh huh

You pa I'm just being nice

Bishop ok

You lay your head on your dad shoulder

You dad what's so bad about him

Bishop nothing I just don't want you to grown up

You dad I'm grown woman

Bishop I know

You te amo

Bishop te amo princess

The next morning

You getting dressed in a comfortable outfit and head

Ez hey do you want some coffee

You sure gracias

Ez de nada

You hey angel

Angel hi ma

Bishop good morning mija todo bien

You si

You guys spend the day at the temple doing some cleaning

Godfather of harlem x reader

You enter your father's bar

Casa Havana

You see your pops and he gives you the signal to come over

Battle Hola princess what can I help you with

You nada much just wanted to sew if you need help with business or anything

Battle I'm good right now honey it's a slow night

Battle wait princess do you think you could get someone for me

You depends who the person is

Battle its your tio

You I'm on it hasta luego papa

Battle be careful please

You I will don't worry

You find him and bring him back to casa Havana

You walk downstairs to see some of bumpy crew

You hi pops can I borrow something from down here

Battle si

You get the thing you need and see Pettigrew

He's something else

Yn I see you at home

Battle bye

You head out of casa Havana and head home

Your at home and relaxing for the night

Battle hi princess I need your help

Yn ugh coming

You head back to casa Havana and head downstairs

Battle this guy doesn't want to give us answers

You ok I see in 10

The guy finally answers everything

You go up the stairs

Yn it's all done

Battle ty sweetheart

Yn yw

You get a drink at the bar and sit down in a booth

Pettigrew walks over to

Yn hi

P Hola mama

Yn habla Español

P si un poco

Y perfecto

Yn I'm just going to be honest your a good looking guy but my father's gonna to be one that your have to get permission from

P I figured

You guys talk for the rest of the night until it's time to head home

Battle hi honey ready for home

Yn I was hours ago but yeah I'm ready

Battle there's no need for sass

Yn ok pops tou head out the and slam it

You walk over to Pettigrew

P hi

Yn hi here's my number

P gravias m

Yn hi chance see you boys later

P adios ma

Time skip

You too are finally together and are waking up for work

Pettigrew is making breakfast

Yn Buenos dias papisito

P Buenos dias amor

Yn I made you lunch

P ty sweetheart

Yn I see you soon sweetheart

P see you later ma

You head to casa Havana and you do some light work and your able to get home at 6

You start to make dinner for the two of you

Rio good girls x reader

Your on a walk in the park with your 5 month Marcus when see one of your ex husband's worker mick

He spots u and comes over

Mick hey em

Em hi mick

Mick is this the little guy

Em yeah it is

Mick he's adorable

Mixk listen he wants to talk to you

Em oh k where

Mick his apartment

Em oh OK

He helps you with the car seat

Mick thanks for being so nice about this

Em yeah no problem

You head with baby Marcus and head into the apartment

Rio hi mama

You hi christopher

Rio em please I just want to talk

You alight let's talk where can I put him

Rio hi little man in the nursey

You okay

You so what's going on

Rio I missed you and little man. I'm sorry

You I accept

Rio you do

You yes

Rio comes closer and moves the hair put your face

Rio I missed this

You me too papi the baby starts to cry

You I be right back

You feed the baby on the couch

Rio he's precious

You you can hold him after im done

Rio gracias ma

You place your head on Rios shoulder and end up falling asleep

Pain • prologue

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Description: In which a bomb meant for Rio leaves you alive but at a lost, you loose the baby but, now you’re not sure how much longer you’re able to be with Rio. Because he’s only a painful reminder of what you’ve lost. (Plus, you feel as if he’s moved on to fast from the lost.)

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Warning(s): depression, anxiety, triggering pain, triggering subjects, mentions of miscarriage, substance abuse, overload of alcohol use, some smut, and more.

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Your lips found your way over the top of the glass, your red lipstick stained the side of the whiskey glassware as you slowly pushed your upper body up off the bar, you felt the liquor kicking in. You were at your max but you weren’t drunk enough, you giggled as you stumbled out of the chair. “Whoa, are you alright?” A gentlemen approached you. You looked into his eyes and smiled. “Yes. Just tripped over my feet, is all.” The gentleman nodded, letting your hand go as you positioned yourself upright. The gentleman was quite attractive but you knew it was just the alcohol consumption mixed with the percs. “You have a room here?” The gentleman asks, looking you in your big (eye color) eyes.

“Yes.” You announced.

He nods. “Why don’t I take you up to your room? I believe you’ve had too much to drink.” You bit down on your lip, your finger flicked over his lip as you leaned closer to his ear. “You wanna take me up to my room to get a little show? You could’ve just said that.” You smirked, taking the man’s hand, you guided him stumblishly throughout the locker. Little did you know the bartender was a friend of your husbands who had already dialed Rio the second you entered the hotel, you’d often sneak away and get a fancy hotel room, pay in cash so Rio couldn’t track you down but little did you know.. Rio had people everywhere and there wasn’t a one person who didn’t know you were his wife. He practically showed you off. You were his true prize. Deep down you knew that, but you were thinking off of merely alcohol and percs.

The bartender twisted the towel around inside the glass as he dried it off, shaking his head at the way you were acting. He had heard great things about you. But judging by tonight, he wasn’t so sure you were the same woman that Rio boasted about. “Hey, thanks for calling. Where is she’s yeah? You told me you’d hold her off here.” Rio furrowed his eyebrows as he entered the bar area at the luxury hotel. The bartender just shrugged. “Sorry man, you don’t pay me enough. You just told me to cut her off and tell you when she’s here.” Rio shook his head. “Where is she?” He didn’t have time to deal with the bartenders attitude. He was too worried about his drunken wife. You weren’t always like this.. you were once happy, cheerful and overly cheerful at times.

“She left the bar with some man, they went up to her room.” He slid rio over the master key

Rio snatched the key card off the table and made his way up to the room you were staying in. Meanwhile, you finally got the door to open, opening the door, you stumbled inside pulling the man in by his tie. He was hesitant at first but why would he turn down sex with a beautiful woman? He kicks the door closed behind him pulling off his suit jacket tossing it around, you smirked continuing to kiss him not locking the door because it was an automatic lock, yours and the man’s lips synced as he undid the back of your black dress, kissing the nape of your neck causing moans to escape your lips. He slowly pulled off your dress when he removed your dress he could see the burn on your shoulder, you immediately remembered, pushing him off you slightly. “I can’t do this.”

“How come? I’m not grossed out by some burn.” He moved closer

You sighed deeply, “I-I just can’t do this.” He moved closer. “Oh come on, you sure you don’t want to?” He leaned in kissing you, you kissed back. The kiss was intense, heated. You hadn’t been this close to a man in a minute, You and Rio were basically strangers in the same household now. You’d find yourself alone in bed every morning. He’d leave you breakfast with a note saying how he’d be gone for the day and there was money on the card he’d left you. Money that you still haven’t touched. The man lifted you, guiding you back towards the bed, your stomach had gotten butterflies, your chest heaving up and down. The touch of a man, crazy how far you’d go for a touch and some attention.

You two were close to getting the deed started when a loud pop alarmed you, and blood splattered all over your face, tongue and body. You screeched pushing the lifeless man’s body off of you, you froze for a minute realizing what had happened, looking up, you saw a angered Rio holding a smoking gun. “So this is what it’s come to, yeah?” He tucked the gun in his waistband, grabbing your wrist and snatching you up. “Look what you made me did, yeah? Got me out here running around looking for you! You been MIA for two months now. Leave me a note telling me you’re leaving me. Why? When did we get here? You not leaving. I’m not letting you leave.” You stared at the man’s body. “Look at me.” Rio said into your ear. You didn’t make eye contact.

“Look at me.” Rio said more stern.

You turned your attention to him. Rio wasn’t one to show emotions. He always hid his emotions well- only emotions he let known was the ones he wanted known. Your eyes met his, you could see hurt and rage through them. You could see how his cold dark heart had softened. You were the only one who could do that, aside from his eldest son. “This is what we’ve come to?” He questioned again.

“Rio, just leave.” You pushed passed him, stepping over the body.

You acted as if a man in front of you dying because of you didn’t phase you and truth was, it didn’t. Maybe the shock of it all, yes but it happening.. his body, didn’t. You proceeded to the bathroom to wipe up the remaining blood. “I’m not leaving. Not until you tell me what’s going on with you? Huh? What happened to my wife? I want you to come home.” Rio knew that you hadn’t been the same since the accident, but was it really an accident? Could you even call it that… “That woman is dead, Rio.” You scoff. “So leave.” Rio shook his head. “I’m not leaving you. Just come home, we can work this out, get you some help yeah? Im not about to argue with you. Bring your ass on, put some clothes on. I’ll have them deal with your little play toy. And I’ll give you some dick cause we both know, nobody is better then me, mama.”

“Loving you is only a painful reminder.” You broke.

Before you could possibly understand, you’d have to get to the very beginning and the root of it all… are you ready?

This was so good I love the writing.I hope you write more

The Softer Storm - A Manny/Reader Smut Drabble.

You have a headache. Manny would like to assist with that… ;)

Words - 1,433

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

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Carter verano x reader

You walk into the club to see your husband and to tell him the great news that you found out

Jose hello mrs verano

You Hola Jose can you bring my husband I need to talk to Jim

Jose I will try

Jose boss your wife is here she said she needs to talk

Carter don't you see I'm busy she can't wait

You hear your husband and yelling at Jose

You see your husband and what he doing to this poor man

Carter get her out of here now

Jose cmon honey

You okay

You leave that area and head into a room

Jose you ok

You no I think I'm going to puke

You head in the bathroom

Carter Jose

You come out of the bathroom

Carter amore

You no we need to talk

Carter darling

You carbon come here

Carter shruggs

Carter what's the big news that you could wait to tell me

You your such a ass

Carter que

You I'm expecting

Carter wait

You yes your gonna to be a dad

Carter that amazing hunny

You yes it is

Cater puts your hand on your stomach

Carter how far along are you

You just a week

Carter ok my love apology I didn't mean for you to see that

You what was thr prupose of that anyway that poor man was frightened

Carter he stole from us but I'm sorry

You whatever babe 😘 you kiss him

Carter you know your being a real tease

You I know

Carter we can go home

You good Jose

Jose yes

You can you get the guy help por favor and then you can head home

Jose si ma'am

You gracias

Jose de nada

Carter let's go mi carino

You ok papi

Carter smirks

You not to fast please

Carter why what's wrong

You the baby is making very nauseous

Carter alright amore

You two finally get home and you sit on the couch .

Carter lays on the center on the couch and you put your head down on his lap

He starts to gently move your hair out of face and rubs your head .

You ty

Carter yw

Miguel Galindo x Reader

Pov Miguel wife tries to cheer up him with awesome news after a his return

You Buenos dias amore

Miguel Buenos dias amore ♥️

You whats wrong papi

Miguel just wish I did yesterday different with work

You I'm sorry amore but that's yesterday and today is a brand new day

Miguel gracias amore

You so I wnat you to open up this gift

Miguel okay

He opens the gift and saw due December 15

You congrats papa

Miguel I'm gonna to be a dad

You si amore

Miguel this is best news ever

He picks u up

He kisses on you and he puts his hand on your stomach for the rest for the day

❤️❤️