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calif0rnia-lovers · 1 year

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growing pains.

rating: 💙 | pairing: rio x his wife | words: 904

an: can't remember who requested this one, but I adore you. here’s another story I never got around to posting

request: rio and his wife again? but this time she's pregnant and can't get comfortable so rio tries to take her mind off it

Rio's eyes open.

He can breathe. Actually, breathe. That’s the problem.

Rio can never breathe—at least not properly—when he’s in bed with you. He’s become accustomed to waking up with you curled against him, most of your weight pressing him into the mattress. As much as he teases you about your inability to sleep without laying on him, Rio secretly loves it.

The absence of your touch is enough for Rio to fight off the tug of sleep already threatening to pull him back under.

His eyes find the clock on the bedside table.

2:15 A.M.

Lifting his head from the pillow, Rio finds you pacing the length of your dark bedroom.

One hand on your forehead, the other on your hip. Eyes closed, you quietly shuffle past the foot of the bed.

“Keep it up, you’ll burn a hole in the floor,” Rio’s chuckle fills the dark room, the sound of his voice causing you to jump.

You both wince as he reaches over, flicking on the bedside lamp.

“Sorry,” you groan. “I didn’t mean to wake you—”

Rio silently dismisses the apology, pushing the comforter back. “You good?”

Instinctively, you nod.

The action would convince many. Throughout your pregnancy, Rio has learned you’re an expert at masking your discomfort. When your friends and family ask how you’re doing, you instantly reply “I’m fine.”

The problem is, you try to do the same with your husband. Five years of marriage and you’ve yet to realize your husband can see right through you. This is why he can’t help but softly smile as your eyes meet his.

“If that’s the case,” Rio sighs. He comes to a stop before you, hands settling on your waist. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“Believe me, I tried. But, it seems I’m carrying the next Ronaldo,” you giggle, the exhaustion bringing your forehead to rest against your husband’s chest. “He’s been restless all night.”

“Sorry, mama.”

Soft kisses press against your forehead, over the bridge of your nose, and down to your lips.

Your hands find his chest, gently applying pressure as Rio leaves a final kiss against your lips.

“I’m fine,” you smile softly. “I’m sure he’ll settle down in a bit. Go back to bed.”

Being up this early in the morning was not ideal. Despite your protest, Rio has picked up much of your responsibilities as your third trimester has begun to wind down. Taking Marcus to school is one. You know he only has a few hours of sleep left before he has to take on the task.

Rio eyes drift to the bedroom door. The smile slowly spreading across his face arches your brow.

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“You know…I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but yellow looks good on you.”

Your giggle prompts your husband to glance over his shoulder.

Seated at the island of your kitchen, elbows resting against the surface, you watch Rio carefully balance the cooking pan in his left hand. He pushes the oven door shut with his right, pausing to cut it off.

Rio notes the twinkle of your eyes as you give him a once-over.

A large bee adorns his chest, completing the phrase bee happy. The apron he wears matches the yellow, bee-covered, oven mitts protecting his hands from the hot baking pan.

“Every color looks good on me,” Rio chuckles.

“Very true,” you agree, eyes following him as he makes his way around the island. “But, I’m a big fan of this look.”

Rio’s lips meet yours in a brief kiss, his smile growing as you pull away.

The half-eaten cookie you hold soon regains your attention as he slides onto the stool alongside yours.

You’ve lost count of the number of cookies you’ve eaten over the last twenty minutes.

Soft, warm, and chewy, the cookies were loaded with three of your favorite things. Chocolate chips, pecans, and caramel.

Rio had watched you teach Marcus how to make the cookies nearly a dozen times. Usually, while you and his son were busy mixing the dough, Rio was busy stealing chocolate chips and pecans to snack on.

Tonight, it seems the two of you have switched roles. Rio had forced you to remain seated while he focused on preparing the cookies.

“There’s nothing the perfect cookie can’t fix,” you’d once told Marcus after he returned home from a rough day at school.

The family recipe taught to you by your grandmother has become the savior of many stressful situations. And a gift at many celebrations.

They proved to be the perfect distraction from your previous dilemma.

Ignoring the swat of your hand, Rio manages to steal a bite of your cookie, his eyes drifting to the stairs visible from where you sit.

“You better hurry up and eat. Gotta hide the evidence,” he chuckles as you pout.

“There’s plenty of cookies,” you remind him, stealing the cookie out of his hand. “Eat your own.”

Rio shakes his head, his lips pressing a kiss against your shoulder. “I like yours better.”

“I’m eating for two,” you remind him, the smile on your face growing as his eyes roll.

“Funny how that comes out at the most convenient times.”

Primarily when you steal food from his plate. Your eyes drop to the cookie you’d recently stolen from your husband.

“Remember that next time you think about getting me pregnant.”

“Speaking of kids…I’m not taking the blame when Marcus wakes up to find you didn’t share any with him.”

#let me know what you think?#rio good girls #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #rio imagine #manny montana imagine

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thedoover-if · 9 months

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is this my first snippet haha? this got a little long LOL sorry but ill put it under the cut so your feeds arent clogged

little explaining of each here haha

first: you have a drink or more most days of the week. most times you hang around the club, the bartender has to cut you off personally and threaten their colleagues not to hand you any more drinks while they try to arrange a ride home for you

second: i think i responded to an anon's mail a couple days ago but youre kind of aloof, pessimistic and you tend to space out a lot (kind of not there mentally)

third: this MC doesnt spend many nights alone. very much a "no strings attached" kind of person now. they let loose, have their fun for the night and then move on and forget the next. they havent had that emotional bond with anyone since their ex-spouse. its going to be hard for the bartender and the patient to open up to this MC because they dont want to get caught up in that whole thing. by the time either of them take that step therell be heart involved but whether thats the same for the MC is the real question...

fourth: 'tell yourself something enough times, and you start to believe it'. the complete opposite of the second. this type of MC doesnt allow themselves much time to wallow. and they bounced back insanely quick after the divorce but can they keep the happy front up...?

fifth: shuts down every attempt of their friends and family tying to get them to open up. most people only know that the ex cheated and you divorced because of that. they refuse to re-hatch the past and instead of processing the divorce they just ignored it. its like it never happened. so when the ex-spouse shows up at their front step that will completely catch this MC off-guard but youll choose how to react

fyi the bartender's opinion on the ex being back in MCs life will completely differ between a 24/7 happy MC and an MC that refuses to talk about the divorce if that makes sense? they dont like the ex either way but like i mentioned theyre protective and they will be more or less hostile depending on how the MC coped

for the MCs who try to make the ex jealous with the bartender or the patient i want to let you know that by the end of the game you can have pretty much ruined your relationships/friendships with these people cause they wont stand for it

hope this makes sense!!!!!!

#snippet #let me know what you think?

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katelynnwrites · 2 years

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bit of a comfort fic just in case ona actually has a concussion (i mean hopefully she doesn’t)

Head Bumps And Concussions

‘My head hurts.’

‘I know honey.’ You softly say, kissing Ona carefully on her forehead. The Spaniard sighs and settles herself more comfortably on your stomach.

‘I’m tired.’ She mumbles, a while later.

‘I know.’ You hum, kissing Ona on her cheek.

‘I don’t like taking my medicine.’ Your girlfriend mutters, glaring at the offending bottle of painkillers on the bedside table.

‘I know that too.’

This time you smooth her hair back gently, leaving a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Ona groans.

‘I don’t like not being able to play…’ She grumbles, a frown on her usually smiling face.

‘I know love.’

Setting the book down, you trace her freckles, leaving little kisses across her face.

Ona’s frown disappears but she stares at the ceiling quietly, a crease between her brows.

Before she can say anything else, you kiss away the crease and by the end of it, Ona finds herself with the hint of a smile on her face.

Drawing a smiley face on the back of her hand, you continue reading to Ona only to have her interrupt a few minutes in.

‘Kiss please?’

Chuckling, you press a loving kiss onto her lips.

It’s only then that Ona smiles fully, the smile staying on her face as you pick up the book to finish reading the chapter to her.

Spanish Translation:

mi amor - my love

#i’m still deciding if i should write a full fic about this or just leave it as a ficlet #let me know what you think?#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #katelynnwrites #ficlet

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forevertipdripping · 8 months

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Fun time with myself

Finally had some time to myself to record this, apologies for fan noise.

Let me know what you think!🫣

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marimelwrites · 8 months

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Faces incoming... let me know what you think (in no order)

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#ooc #//yay nay any of these that you may be excited for more?#let me know what you think?

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twinsoulvisionary · 2 years

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If I could, I would vote for actor Julian Sands as a live action Alexsandr Kallus in the upcoming Ahsoka Series.. Unfortunately he doesn’t look like this anymore, as it was 30+ years ago. Alas, I can still dream can’t I! ;)

#hot kallus #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #rebel kallus #julian sands #wishful thinking #kallus kind of hot!#dreamy sigh #only if #let me know what you think?

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dormarunt · 2 years

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So I’m still working on my Space Pirates Berlermo. Only marginally worried about the fact that the month of August is finite.

However I’m curious; those that more or less know my writing - when you hear “space pirates AU”, and you know it’s written by DorMarunt - do you expect more worldbuilding, or more smut? It was supposed to be a PWP but I keep getting contextual ideas for the universe and I don’t know how interesting people would find it.

#let me know what you think?#ofc I write primarily for myself #and I go wherever the story takes me #but I'm curious?#so far it's ~75% smut (lol but true?)

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cyancees · 1 year

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i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

#adhd #doodles #show this to your therapist instead of failing to explain it like i did #me: its like i cant control my thoughts like i was trying to think of something earlier today but #all i could think of was this giraffe eating leaves and no matter how hard i tried to focus the thought would just. replay #my therapist: what happens if you try to let the thought just play out #me: ........ i dont know but i dont want it to be there at all when im trying to do simple addition in a maths exam #10k #100k

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generaltwinzac · 3 months

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Hey guys, tell me what you think about these cars!

#sports cars #Let me know what you think?

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anna-scribbles · 7 months

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last one i promise(<—lie)

#let’s as a society think more about why adrien wanted to go to school #and what. perhaps. he thought school was #i think the way chloe describes it she really is just a beautiful rich girl with too much time on her hands #and no one at school is treating her accordingly.#abby got so mad at me today because she thinks it’s too cringe that i keep taking about adrien liking ohshc #which is like. how are you gonna know me my whole life and then be disappointed when i’m cringe.#i’ve never hidden who i am. it’s cringe all the way down #anyway #ml #my art #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #ohshc #wait i am gonna tag this thirteen actually. just go with me #thirteen

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worm-on-a-blog · 4 months

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woahh 2024! cheers!

happy new year. worms are rooting for you to have your best year yet.

#worm on a string #new year #i’m trying to think of a fun and silly new year’s resolution (inspired by the Pasta Quest post) and i would appreciate some ideas!#or let me know what you’ll be doing. silly or serious #these worms are using their worm power to make your year very cool & nice. they are trying very hard because you deserve it #happy new year #new year 2024 #new years eve

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calif0rnia-lovers · 2 years

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a husband's wishes

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request: can we get more of rio and his wife? pls each of their stories are so cute:)

pairing: rio x his wife | rating: 💙 | words: 1.4k

sum: each year rio complains that you go "over the top" for his birthday. when he wakes up to no crazy displays of affection, he can't help but feel some type of way.

Sleeping in isn't Rio's thing.

Usually, he's the one kissing you awake. His lips and hands warm against your skin, coaxing you closer until you're tangled with him. Both of you soon eager to spend one last time intertwined before getting up to face your responsibilities.

His birthday is the only exception to this ritual.

Each year, Rio is woken up the same way. To the smell of lavender against your skin. The weight of your body pressing his into the mattress. Pillow soft kisses brushing against his jaw, cheeks, and neck. But never pressing against his lips until you are awarded a sleep-laden smile.

Your words always came out softly, a soft kiss breaking them apart. "Happy Birthday, Christopher."

That was the last soft and quiet approach you'd take for the remainder of the day. Rio learned that he was to expect a day of celebration when he got out of bed.

This is why his head instantly lifts from the pillow the second it registers that the orange hue of sunlight is against his eyelids.

He finds your side of the bed empty—no sign of you in the room. The bedside table holds the alarm clock and his phone. No perfectly wrapped gift box, not even a note.

A quick shower and pulling on of clothes go uninterrupted. No Marcus shuffling in with a handmade card, no stolen kisses from you with promises of a dinner.

Nothing.

When he reaches the top of the stairs, Rio's phone is against his ear. The dial tone of an outgoing call rising his brow.

As you turn to retrieve your phone from the counter, you pause at the sight of your confused husband in the kitchen entryway.

"Why are you calling me?" You ask as you peek down at your screen.

You're not met with an instant response. Instead, Rio's attention lies elsewhere. On the kitchen table where Marcus currently sits. Concentrating on drowning his waffle in syrup, Marcus offers up his father a smile as Rio ducks down to place a kiss against his hair.

"Happy Birthday, Dad," Marcus grins before refocusing his attention on his breakfast.

Rio expects you to cross the room to kiss him, but you've already gone back to transferring waffles to the empty plate in your hand.

"You got five more minutes, Marcus," you note. "Then we need to get ready for school."

You nearly drop the plate as you turn and narrowly avoid bumping into Rio's chest. But, instead, you take a step back, tilting your head back for a better glimpse at your husband's face.

"Good morning, sleepy head." The wide grin on your face draws Rio closer. His hands instantly find your waist, guiding your body closer to his. "I was about to come to wake you up. Waffles?"

Rio's eyes take in the waffles you lift, the action preventing his lips from meeting yours.

"That's it?"

His question dampens your smile, the offered plate lowering as you step out of his touch.

"Fine," you huff as he follows you across the kitchen. "I'll just eat it myself."

"I meant, no balloons, no…big ass, glittery banner--"

"You're the one who said you didn't want any of that," you remind him as you set the plate on the table. "So, I just made breakfast. Kept it simple."

You watch Rio's eyes pass over the house suspiciously, as though he's expecting something to pop out when he least expects it.

Taking a seat, he guides you down onto his lap. "Since when do you listen to me?"

"I listen to you all the time," Marcus smiles through a mouthful of strawberries and whipped cream.

"True," Rio chuckles, his hand ruffling his son's hair.

A smile spreads across your lips as you attempt to concentrate on cutting the waffle before you. You can feel Rio's eyes on you as he adds. "You always listen…your mom…not so much."

"That's not true!"

"Yeah, it is."

Between the finality in Rio's voice and the giggles spilling from his son, you find your eyes rolling.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of Rio's smirk as he takes the fork from your hand. Then, stealing a bite, he chuckles as you wait for his gaze to meet yours.

"I listen to you."

The statement is valid but not a hundred percent true. That's why your husband can get a sheepish smile out of you as your statement lingers.

"You only listen when you want something." Rio's playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone.

You open your mouth to object, but it shuts as Rio's brow arches. Arguing is pointless because he's right, as much as you hate to admit it. From the moment you met, Rio has figured out every way to get you to listen to him. It often involves the touch of his lips and hands. Both of which keep the smile on your lips as you opt to take a bite of his waffle instead of adding further comments.

"I thought you'd at least wake me up this year," Rio mumbles against your neck.

"Why would I do that?" Your wide and innocent eyes cause Rio's eyes to roll. "I'm just saying, it's just a regular day. Why would I do anything special?"

The sound of your phone alarm steals your attention, Rio letting out a loud, audible groan of irritation as you get up to retrieve it from the kitchen counter.

"Marcus, give daddy a kiss. Then, you need to go get dressed for school."

Shoveling the remainder of his food in his mouth, Marcus briefly wraps his arms around his dad's neck before taking off towards the stairs.

You start to clean up the mess Marcus has left behind, but Rio's hands find your waist. Tugging, he ignores your hand as you attempt to swipe his away.

"Stop--I need to get ready too--" Two swipes in, you realize he's not going to relent. Finally, allowing him to pull you down onto his lap, you release a huff as you meet your husband's gaze. "What do you want? A kiss?"

Leaning forward, you place a kiss against Rio's lips. It leaves as quick as it comes. You're nearly out back on your feet before Rio's eyes open, his mind registering that the kiss has ended.

You suppress the giggle threatening to spill out as Rio's brow furrows, the soft pout of his lips forcing you to remain seated in his lap.

Leaning forward, you allow your nose to brush against his, the action drawing Rio's lips back to yours. Rio's grip tightens around you, keeping you in place as your lips brush against his cheek before drifting to his jaw. You're met with a familiar soft smile when your lips find his again.

"Happy Birthday, Christopher." Moving to stand, you allow your husband a final kiss before gently pushing his hands from your waist. "I have to go get dressed."

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tone of his voice is one you've heard a million times. It is one his son has inherited and has nearly perfected. One that is pulled out anytime either one is prepared to sulk. It is one of your many weaknesses. It has a 99% efficiency rate.

Rio must admit he's impressed that it doesn't prevent you from leaving. He expects you to double back, but you don't. Instead, after quickly washing the dishes, you disappear around the corner.

You and Marcus have returned, dressed and ready for the day by the time Rio has finished his breakfast.

He's making coffee when a blur of Marcus speeds past, calling out, "bye, dad!" as he heads to the front door.

"Want some coffee?" Rio offers as your footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs.

"No, thanks, but can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah." Glancing up from the steaming mug, Rio pauses as he takes in your budding smile.

"Close your eyes and make a wish?"

Rio's head shakes softly. A grin spreads from ear to ear as he takes in the red velvet cupcake in your hands. His eyes linger on the lit candle as you walk around the island to meet him.

Rubbing his palms together, he lets his eyes briefly meet yours before letting them close.

Rio blows out the candle.

He takes your face in his hands, a soft smile finding his lips as your weight shifts to your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss relaxes your body against him, your free hand drifting to the nape of his neck.

"What'd you wish for?"

"For you not to listen to me next year," he mumbles. His lips press a lingering kiss against yours.

Rio catches sight of a mischievous grin as you pass him the cupcake.

"You might not have to wait until next year," you hint. The promise stops your husband mid-bite. "See you tonight!" You call as you head to the door.

#it's been so long #let me know what you think?#good girls rio #rio imagine #Manny montana imagine #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #black!reader

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redravenpoems · 1 year

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Food For Thought

In the mirror what do you see? Is it all that you can be?Do you see your past, your future perhaps? Maybe the things you think you lack?The hopes and dreams locked away inside. Perhaps in the mirror those you may find.Or the darker thoughts about yourself? The things locked away, high on a shelf.