Its California Anon

It’s California anon

How would bre’s boys react to you calling them but not being able to speak because you’re crying/being incoherent/panicking/upset?

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, BUT THIS WAS TOO GOOD TO IGNORE!

tw: some mentions of violence, PTSD, implied panic attacks

Billy Russo: Instantly turns off his emotions and does whatever he can to get to you. He's ready for blood, whoever reduced you to such panicky tears would be meeting his knife. Billy wants it to be personal, he wants to make sure to look them in the eyes and watch the life drain from their eyes for hurting you. But more than that, he wants to comfort you. So he pushes his rage back once he gets to you and focuses instead on helping you feel better. He holds you while you cry and rubs your back until you're calm enough to speak. Once you are, he listens intently, and slowly, sneakily, lets his rage seep back in. Billy knows, as soon as he gets you settled, he'll be making a little trip tonight, and his knife is gonna be drenched in blood just like his shirt has been drenched in your tears. Then, he would clean himself up and cuddle you for the rest of the night while you sleep.

Logan Delos: Panics a bit with you. It takes him a moment to pull himself together, and once he does, he's cancelling meetings and blowing off calls so that he can stay on the phone with you until he can get to you. If he's out of town, then he'll send you a Delos Device and you two would talk damn near all day every day. Once he's back with you, though, Logan is treating you to a couple's spa retreat and lots and LOTS of soft, loving sex.

Jax Teller: His whole world stops. Jax's mind immediately goes to the worst, and he's calling your name over and over as he rushes to his bike. Poor Jax breaks all kinds of speed limits to get to you, and when he does, he crushes you to him. Jax will literally carry you to the couch and place you firmly on his lap, holding you and shushing you gently. Once you're coherent enough to speak, he listens without interruption, letting you vent all you want before offering his advice. Jax is all soft, loving biker with you, and when you fall asleep in his arms, he kisses your forehead before taking you to bed to rest. In the morning, you'd wake up to him wrapped around you and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air.

Coco Cruz: It has been years since Coco had an anxiety attack, but when he calls you and hears your shuddering cries, he has one again. He's so worried about you; Coco is so in love with you, so happy with you, he's sure something awful is going to happen that will take you away from him--he's afraid that awful thing has happened when he gets your call. Fortunately, he's able to compose himself quickly--quicker than ever, actually--and get to you. He keeps you on the phone the whole time he's on his way to you, his words rushed and encouraging. As soon as he has eyes on you, Coco is in caretaker mode. Honestly, he didn't even know he had it in him, but apparently, when it comes to you, he does. He holds and kisses you, soothing you with his touch and promises you that everything will be ok. And he means it, too. He'll do anything in his power to stop the tears and ensure that you never feel like this again.

Angel Reyes: At first, he tries to get you to talk. He calls your name over and over again, he asks what's wrong, but you just keep sobbing. His panic translates to anger, and then he's yelling, demanding to know what's wrong, where you are. He doesn't mean to be this way, he's just so worried, but when you just cry harder, he feels like a complete ass. So Angel apologizes profusely, explaining to you that he's just worried, that he hates the thought of you upset or hurt, and he just wants to help. "Please, let me help." And then you whisper your location, and he's on the way. When he gets his hands on you, Angel makes sure to hold you close. He keeps you by his side for the rest of the day, holding you and kissing you softly, and when you tell him what has you so upset, he's all ears, eager to help you find a solution, eager to see his pretty girl's perfect smile again.

Miguel Galindo: As you cry on the other line, Miguel listens while snapping his fingers at his staff, instructing them to go find you. His body is tense with worry as he stalks through his office and into the main house to find you. Once he does, Miguel is all yours. he drops to his knees on the floor beside you and gathers you in his arms, whispering how everything will be okay, and how he'll fix it for you, whatever it is. He takes his suit jacket off and drapes it around you, cocooning you in his scent and warmth and embrace. You two stay on the floor like that for as long as it takes for you to calm down. Then, he takes you to bed and orders the cook to make you a nice cup of tea while he tucks you in. Miguel will kiss your forehead and sit next to you, answering emails, while you drift off, his hand in yours.

Nick Amaro: Nick is used to having to deal with hysterical people through his job, but with you, it's different. With you, it's personal. And so when you call him and only get out his name before you start hyperventilating, it takes Nick a moment to do anything besides ask you what's wrong again and again. He has to calm himself down before calming you down, so he takes a few deep breaths, modeling it for you, until you're breathing with him. He asks you to pick out five things in the room, one for each sense, and then he has you pace, pacing with you on the other line. By the time you're able to tell him where you are, you've both calmed down considerably. Nick makes sure to stay on the line as he makes his way to you, and when he gets there, you greet him at the door, looking and feeling better already--not that that stops him from crushing you in his arms and babying you for the rest of the day.

Johnny Tuturro: It's like as soon as he hears you crying on the phone, he forgets your name. You are now "baby", and "baby" only. He says baby probably a good 50 times in the first 3 minutes of the call. Johnny hates when you cry, he hates that the world isn't always kind and sweet to his baby. He drops everything and goes to you, and when he sees you in such pain, tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Johnny is very soft with you, talking to you sweetly, touching you gently, gathering you in his arms and holding you, rocking you until your tears begin to dry. He's incredibly soft with you, telling you with no hesitation how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, how you make his life so much better just by existing. Once you stop shaking, he tells you little corny jokes that make you laugh, and every time you giggle, he kisses the corner of your mouth. He keeps you in his lap the rest of the day, and he whispers into your ear, "you're okay, baby, you're okay" until you start to believe him.

Rio: His entire demeanor changes when you call him crying. He barely even gives Mick an explanation before he's out the door and in his car. He doesn't want anyone to hear this conversation, to hear the panic at the edge of his voice as he tries to get you to talk to him. Rio's low, raspy voice fills your ear as he begs--BEGS--you to talk to him. "Mama, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, please, talk to me." But his words don't do anything but make you cry harder, so Rio switches tactics. Instead, he starts telling you about his day, telling you how beautiful you looked when he left you sleeping that morning, how annoying some of his dealers are, all the things he saw on his drive to the warehouse that reminded him of you. His rambling helps you refocus, and his voice brings you a sense of peace. You tell him where you are, and he rushes to you. He touches you carefully, as if you were made of glass, and wipes away the remnants of your tears. "I gotcha, ma... I'm here... I'm here."

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Hi Daisy. I hope you had a great day. I’m sorry, I know that requests are closed so I’m sending this for later (i hope that’s okay. I just didn’t want to forget)

But I saw this tweet and it made me think about Rio telling his wife “no” just once, and then she gets all petty, doing everything herself even the little things he do for her like him stopping by her fav bakery to get her some treats because she asked him to. Or even taking her car to get oiled and washed herself when he’s the one who usually do it. Lol like how dare you say no to me after all these years of spoiling me. So you know what? I’ll do everything myself. And maybe Rio gets annoyed because he likes doing things for her & now she’s not even giving him the chance to do that. Only if you want to write it. Thanks either way❤️ you better be drinking your water!

Hey, I hope you've had a great one as well! Requests have been open, I just thought I edited the description so I'm sorry! Also I just got a new water bottle so best believe!! 💛

word count ♡ 727

summary ♡ Rio finally tells reader "no" which is completely foreign to her.

situation ♡ fluffy-ish

warnings ♡ cursing

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Perks of having Rio as your man, you got everything you wanted; some things you didn’t even know that you wanted. Money to get your hair done? No issues. Weird craving in the middle of the night? He was grabbing his keys, no questions asked.

He was never too tired, and because you always reciprocated the energy, he’d do anything for you until...

“Nah.” Rio told you. It was like a movie scene, the record scratch and multiple cars screeching to a halt.

No? You didn’t know that word. It was not in your vocabulary nor in your mental dictionary.

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look.

“I said no.” He repeatedly, nonchalantly continuing to text his coworkers on his phone.

“Excuse me?” You had to repeat again as if you didn’t hear him the first two times.

“Y/N. We’re not getting a dog.” He said.

You didn’t know what to do with this information. It was so foreign to you. It almost hurt your feelings.

“But...why?” You gave him the most sorrowful look that he chuckled at.

“We already have Marcus running around here crazy, ain’t that enough?” He shrugged.

“So, you’re really saying no?” You asked again as if you didn’t know the answer.

“That’s what I said.” He smirked, thinking of how cute you were when you were upset.

“Bet.” You said, turning on your heels with an attitude. Since he wanted to tell you no, you were just going to do everything yourself from now on.

Was it petty and were you throwing a tantrum? Yes. Did you care? Nope.

“Did you get the oil changed? Why didn’t you ask me to go get it done for you?” Rio asked you the next day.

“I thought you were gonna say no.” You shrugged. He smirked, realizing you were still upset from the day before.

“You hungry?” He asked, pressing a kiss against your cheek. You leaned away from him to prevent his second kiss.

“I got it covered. Didn’t want you to say no to what I wanted to eat.” You continued scrolling on your phone.

He laughed under his breath. “You still mad I won’t let you get a dog?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Depends, can we get a dog?” You side eyed him.

“Nah.” He said again and you pushed him off.

“Then I’m mad.” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

He laughed completely this time. “You’re dramatic, mama.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go fuck myself. No biggie!” You said without turning around.

He brushed it off, figuring you’d get over it soon until anything he tried to do for you, you had already done it.

He loved doing everything for you, getting the car washed, and picking up your favorite snacks or foods. Once you continued doing it all on your own, he started to feel some type of way.

He knew what he had to do although he had already made up his mind it was never going to happen but here he was looking at the puppy he just adopted sitting in the backseat of his car.

He probably stood there for a good 5 minutes calculating how much he really loved you that he got you a puppy.

He finally got his phone out, texting you to come outside. He watched you slowly make your way over to him, arms folded with the same attitude for the past couple of days.

“Would you quit?” He asked, unfolding your arms and holding your hands. You rolled your eyes. “Can I just go back inside?”

He smirked. “Nah, I wanted to show you something.” He said, dragging it out.

“Is it half a million?” You asked.

“I gave you that already. Look in the back.” He nodded his head towards the car.

You opened the car door with a sigh until you saw the exact puppy you wanted from the shelter.

Rio immediately covered his ears once you shrieked with excitement.

“A puppy! Oh, you’re so cute. Come here, baby.” You picked him up.

You cradled him, running your hands through his fluffiness. “I love you already. You’re so cute, and soft, and sweet...” You went on and on, carrying him back to the house completely forgetting about Rio.

He followed after, realizing that you won yet again.

“You’re so damn spoiled!”

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Words: 6.9K Author’s Note: I had no idea I was even going to write a part 2 until I finished the first part of this -_- So as for the Marvel universe, let’s just pretend Vision was never made. There are A LOT of characters, so I will do my best to keep the conversations short-ish and concentrate mostly on YN and/or Joel.

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Imagine that the boy you’ve been talking to for years over a radio sacrifices everything to meet you for the first time ever.

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Walking away

Andy Strucker x Diaz!Reader 

request: no, but andy needs love

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warnings: so i changed a few things, mainly bc i worte this when ep 1 just came out and i’m lazy to re-write stuff. a curse word, nothing more but it sucks

It’s been six months since you joined the Inner Circle. Six months since you left your friends and your brother Marcos behind. Six months since you and Andy started dating. Reeva was the boss in here, and the Frost sisters her right hands. They control everything and everyone.

You never trusted them, you knew better than that. But you trusted Lorna with your life, and you trusted Andy too. You couldn’t leave them behind, plus part of you knew Lorna was right; it was naïve to think that the humans would ever leave us alone, they hated us, being mutant was more dangerous than ever.

You walk into the room, watching Lorna as she rubs her pregnant belly, a sad smile on her face.

“I miss him too, you know?”

“I didn’t hear you get in, you’re moving more quietly now. You’re done training?”

“Yes, Reeva finally let me leave after setting a few things on fire. Hurts being away from family, doesn’t it?” you say softly staring at the window.

“Then why did you come? I thought you said family above all.”

“You need a familiar face around here, and i’m good with kids. Do you see any of the others changing diapers? That’d be funny.” you joke making her laugh. “Plus, i know Andy will do something stupid if he’s left alone.”

“Well thank you for having so much faith on me, love you too babe.” the blonde guy says walking towards you two, hugging you from behind. “Everything will be alright we’ve got your back.”

“Yes, i feel so much safer already. Behave you two.” she teases walking out of the little living room. You stick you tongue towards her laughing as Andy spins you around, giving you a quick peck.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t i  be asking that? The hair and the goth clothes are screaming for an intervention.”

“Hey, you said you liked it.” he replies running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I like it now, grows into you, at the time i hated it. Andy, I have a bad feeling.”

“About?”

“Reeva, the Underground… i don’t know, something feels off.” you say shaking your head she he brings you into his arms, securing you into a hug.

“Hey, i meant it. Everything will be fine, i promise.”

Everything was definitely not fine. Reeva had the idea of sending you on a mission to collect some mutants. You were sure it was either a test or a trap, and you hated both ideas. Andy wanted to come with you, just in case something went wrong, but Reeva didn’t let him.

Walking into the garage where the mutants were supposed to be, you found nothing but darkness, until a bright light blinded you. You knew who it was, obviously.

“Shit Marcos that hurts.” you groan squeezing your eyes.

So, confirming your suspicions, it was a test. Maybe she had doubts about your loyalty, but letting you see your brother was even too cruel for Reeva, or so you thought. Ther lights were turned on for you to see your old friends; John, Claice and Lauren. And your not so old friends, Reed and Caitlin. You had some differences with them on the past, mainly because Reed was an ass most of the time.

“Come back, (Y/N). Por favor.” Marcos begs you, stepping closer to you.

“I can’t, i’m sorry hermano. We’re building something, something good for us. I can’t.” you reply walking away. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to. Sacrifices had to be made for this to work.

“You won’t really have a choice, sorry.” you hear him say in a soft voice, making you frown. Suddenly John appeared behind you, grabbin you and trying to get you into one of Clarice’s portals. You let your powers flow, wanting to get away from him; he was indestructible, but a burning always hurt.

Then, two explosions go off, making the ground shake and breaking Clarice’s concentration closing the portal.

“Let her gone John.” you hear Andy’s low voice.

“Andy!” his mother cries for him when she sees him. You could tell he was making a huge effort not letting his emotions mess with him, he had always being really emotional.

“I said let her go.”

“Not a chance kid. She’s coming home, and so should you.” Marcos screams getting into position just to be stopped by Andy’s father.

You heard his family begging him to come back, you knew he was breaking inside, even more when Laurel started to talk to him, but he had to be strong. Finally, you broke John’s thick skin, making a huge burn on his arm as he lets you go screaming in pain.

You run next to Andy, you grabs your hand looking for any wounds. “I’m fine, c’mon. We got to go, now.” you start to walk away when Laurel’s shields stops us.

“Andy no, please!” she begs trying to not break the shield.

“It’s not your decision Laurel. I’m sorry.” he says before tearing the floor apart, making it impossible for them to reach us. He grabs my hand again and we start to run back to the headquarters.

Reeva didn’t ask about it, but the smile on her face told you she knew what happened, and she was pleased. Not feeling good enough for dinner, you reacher your boyfriend’s room. He was sat on the bed, looking at the window, not noticing you there.

“You okay there?” you ask making him look at you. He looks upset, and you know why. You felt the same.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Come here.”

You lay next to him on the king sized bed, as he hugs you as close as he can. He knows you know. And you know he knows how you feel. You both just walked away from the people you loved, you walked away twice; and it wasn’t easier the second time.

“ You know i love you, right?” he whispers on your ear, making you smile and look at him. He leans down to give you a little kiss, you lips meeting in an innocent way, you both needed the confort.

“Yeah, i love you too.” you tell him when you break the kiss.

“Good. C’mon it’s late we should sleep.” he says kissing the top of your head, as you lay your hand on his chest. Both of you knowing that it wasn’t the last time you’d have to fight your family. It hurt being away from them, but at least you had each other.

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore