#didn’t have a chance 😔✌️

[flynnriderishot]

screw up pt.2 - n.d

it had been a few days since yours and larray’s party and people were still posting pictures of the event.

you were lounging in your apartment, having just finished cleaning the entire place, when your phone started going off like crazy.

you had a ridiculous amount of people tagging you in something that nathan, the triplets friend, posted.

you didn’t get the opportunity to speak to the boy very much as chris was just too thrilled that his best friend was in LA and wanted him to meet literally everyone. you had spoken briefly with him after running into each other a second time, but that conversation was cut short.

you weren’t too upset about it, but you definitely wished you could’ve spoken more than just a few words with him.

you smiled at the post of you and nate that was no doubt taken by either chris or larray. you had an idea that if nick or matt took the photo, it definitely would have come out a little better.

your curiosity got the better of you, your thumb clicking the comments before you had the chance to stop yourself.

(if you aren’t white, i apologize. i’m not white either but it’s so much easier to find pics)

ynswife omg! they met ?!

sturniolosbae nathan knows yn? @/nicolassturniolo wtf?

>>> nicholassturniolo what’d i do?

mattswifey cool?? did he just call the yn ln cool? oh he’s def in love

>>> christophersturniolo 🤫

>>> nathandoe8 seriously?

matthew.sturniolo i’m cooler tho, right?

>>> nathandoe8 idk bro. she’s pretty cool

>>> matthew.sturniolo pretty or cool? 🙄🤨

ynslovely lmaoooo not them exposing him 😭

you hummed thoughtfully. quickly commenting a simple white heart under the post before exiting the app completely.

just as you were about to get lost in the dangerous world of your mind, a text message from nick startled you.

nicolas 🤓:

nate wants your number

huh?

nathan wants your number. are you hung over or can you just not read?

no need to be rude 😔

i was just confused.

why are you telling me?

it’s called ✨consent✨

do you just want me going around giving your personal information to anyone that asks?

id appreciate it if you didn’t 😘

but nathan’s your friend and i trust that you trust him, yk?

i don’t 😐

but if that means you’re ok with me giving him your number then ok.

okay :)

does that mean you’re ok with me giving him your number?

yes, nick.

while through text you could pretend you weren’t completely freaking out, on the outside, you were completely freaking out.

nathan was gorgeous, that much was obvious. so what the hell did he want your number for?

you weren’t given much time to respond to your own question before an unknown number messaged you.

hey, it’s nate

nick gave me your number. but i’m sure you know that already cause he refused to text me back until he got your approval.

lmao 😭

hi, nathan

hi :)

a word so simple, yet your heart fluttered as you imagined what it would sound like coming from his mouth.

im in LA for a few more days…

do you maybe wanna hang out before i go?

sure

just us, right?

if that’s okay with you?

i didn’t wanna sound weird 💀

it’s perfectly okay with me. what’d you wanna do?

i’m okay with anything

an indecisive person meeting another indecisive person

i’m from boston 😭 idk whats around here.

jesus, nate 🤦‍♀️

i’m sorry 😔✌️

it’s completely up to you. i’m willing to do whatever crosses your mind.

really? okay then…

we’ll go ✨thrifting✨

from the triplets couch, nate’s head fell back when chris read over his shoulder and gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder.

“good luck, bro. the thrifting world is crazy.”

#chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nathan doe x reader #nathan doe #nate doe #nate doe x reader

[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: An Accident

Request: “i cannot stop thinking about luke (could just leave it at that! but i will continue) being almost obnoxiously overbearing if his S/O got hurt in the field. ESPECIALLY if he saw the incident go down. i’m talking not leaving their hospital room for DAYS, or not letting them off the couch to get a glass of water. i’m such a sucker for angst with fluffy undertones (😔✌️) so id owe u my first born if u could write something like this!!! also 100% get it if u aren’t interested! ty SO much either way”

Word count: 2.4k 

Warnings: car accident, injury tw

A/N: repost

When Luke finally has a chance to check his phone, his heart sinks as soon as he sees the eleven missed calls. Eight are from his own mother, accompanied by a couple of voicemails. Two are from your mother and one is from a number Luke doesn’t even have saved in his contacts. 

An instant feeling of dread settles within the depths of his stomach. His finger lingers over the play button of the voicemail his mom had left him, but he hesitates. Luke’s family knows he often couldn’t answer his phone when he’s away on a case. For them to call this many times meant something was wrong– horribly wrong.  

He turns the corner, slipping into an empty room in the police precinct. As soon as he closes the door behind him, he’s pressing his phone to his ear. 

Luke’s heart sinks even further when he hears his mother’s panicked voice over the phone. But it completely stops when he hears her say that there’s been a car accident.

Luke hangs up before the voicemail ends, rushing out of the room towards where he heard the voices of the rest of his team. 

He barges into the conference room, clinging onto the door frame as he speaks hurriedly.  

“Emily–” he stammers “I ha-have- I have to go–”

The rest of the team turns in their chairs to face Luke, but his desperate gaze is focused only on Emily and the permission he needs from her to leave the case.

“Luke,” she’s trying to remain calm for him. “What’s wrong?”

He runs his fingers through his tight curls frantically. “Y/N was in a car accident.” He doesn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice.

“What?” 

“Oh my god!”

“Is she okay?”

JJ, Spencer, and Emily’s voices all overlap as they react to the news.  

“My mom just said she’s in the hospital. She hadn’t heard anything yet.” Luke feels like he’s on autopilot while he speaks. He doesn’t even really know what he’s saying- he just knows he needs to go. Fast. 

Of course Emily excuses him. She even insists that he takes the jet with promises that he’ll keep the team updated. 

On the plane ride back home, Luke can’t stop thinking about that morning. Normally, Luke always kisses you goodbye and tells you he loves you. He’d almost call it a routine if he didn’t mean it so much. But that morning he’d been in a rush. All he could think about was where his stupid phone charger was. He remembers how frantically he had to search, barely acknowledging your attempts to say your affectionate goodbye. And he’d hurried out of the house without so much as a wave. 

What if that was the last time he saw you? What if the last thing he ever did was disappoint you?

He remembers the sad look in your eyes as he left you alone in the kitchen, messy hair and tank top strap sliding slightly off your shoulder, he can’t get it out of his head.

And now it’s going to haunt him forever.

None of this was supposed to happen. He’s supposed to protect you– that’s his job. He’s supposed to protect you better than anyone else. He’s supposed to be able to keep you safe, always. 

But he didn’t.

He feels sick.

…

It’s chaos when Luke finally arrives at the hospital and finds both his and your family in the waiting room on the floor he barely remembers his mom telling him to go to. He vaguely registers the presence of your parents in the hallway. He doesn’t even say hello.

Instead he asks, “Where is she? What’s going on?”

“We haven’t heard anything yet,” your mom says. 

“What the hell happened?” 

“Someone t-boned her at an intersection, right on the driver’s side. She’s in surgery now, doctor’s haven’t been able to update us much.” Your dad pulls your mother into his embrace, kissing the top of her head. 

Luke shakes his head, like he couldn’t quite process what was happening. 

You must have been so scared and he wasn’t there.

All he can picture is you, amidst the rubble of a car accident. How much pain you must have been in. The fear and panic you must have experienced.

And he wasn’t there.

He needs to see you.

Luke marches over to the nurses station without uttering another word to your parents or his mother. He puts his hands on the counter before speaking. “I need an update on a patient.” He tells the nurse your name. 

“I’m sorry sir, she’s still in surgery. The doctor will come out and give you an update on her condition as soon as possible.” 

Luke bites his lip. He wants to scream and yell and pound his fists. But instead he nods and uses what little energy he had left to let go of his anger. “Thanks,” he sighs in defeat. 

He’s unaware of how much time passes, he’s too engulfed in his own thoughts, too preoccupied with punishing himself for not paying more attention to you this morning to keep track. The waiting room was eerily empty and quiet enough so that Luke could hear the faint humming coming from the fluorescent lights above. He chews on his nail roughly, trying not to focus on the silence. 

When a woman in a pair of dark blue scrubs walks down the hallway peeling off a pair of latex gloves, Luke instantly snaps out of his trance and stands up. 

The doctor holds her hand out to shake and introduces herself to Luke and your parents. 

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,” she says. She turns to face Luke. “I want you to know that your wife, Y/N, is alive. She’s alive.”

There’s a moment where everyone lets out a sigh of relief before continuing to listen to what the doctor has to say.

“Y/N came into the ER bleeding and with a broken collar bone, a fractured arm, and a couple of broken ribs. But my biggest concern was the swelling in her brain.”

Luke is barely processing what the doctor is saying. Imagining you in such a state is almost unbearable, but he keeps quiet and continues listening. 

“We were able to relieve some of the swelling in her skull, which should take the pressure off of her brain. It was touch and go for a while there- the damage was,” she pauses for a moment before finishing her thought, “extensive.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Your mom asks the question everyone is wondering. 

“We’ll need to monitor her levels overnight. But I would say the worst part is behind us. She’s a fighter.”

“Can we see her?” Luke asks. 

The doctor nods.   

It takes a minute to realize that it’s even you lying in that bed. You’re hooked up to all these machines that are beeping so loudly, and there’s IV’s and cords hanging over you. A wave of nausea hits Luke again, the realization of how hurt you are. His girl. His beautiful, perfect, broken girl. 

He sinks into the chair at your bedside, hands shaking when he sees the bandage wrapped around your head. You look so pale and so weak.

He can’t stop staring at your face, willing you to open your eyes and just look at him.

He should have protected his girl.

He scoots the chair forward, reaching out a trembling hand to clasp yours. His fingertips graze your knuckle. Skin that was once smooth is now littered with cuts and bruises.  

Gently cradling your fingers in his, it’s only when the tears hit his arm that he even realizes he’s crying. He kisses your knuckles softly, resting his forehead against your hand.

The thought of you needing him made his insides ache with guilt. You needed him and he wasn’t there. He clutches your hand tightly and prays to whatever God might be out there. Let her wake up, he pleads. Please, let her wake up and I promise I’ll never not be there again.  

…

It’s been less than a week since you were released from the hospital and you’re ready to murder Luke. 

At first all his doting attention was kind of sweet. You loved that he had taken some time off to care for you. He was being a loving, attentive boyfriend, taking care of his poor, injured girlfriend. 

You know that deep down it’s because he feels guilty. You had already assured Luke over and over again that you in no way blamed him for what happened. How the hell was he supposed to protect you from a car accident when he was eight hundred miles away?

But that did little to amuse Luke.  

You really are doing much better. Sure it was a long road of recovery in the hospital. You’d seen physical therapists and occupational therapists and nurses and doctors and everything in between every day for weeks. And yes, your arm is still in a cast, and it still hurts your ribs when you laugh. But every day you’re gaining more and more independence. Or at least you’re trying to. But Luke won’t let you. 

You try to be patient with him, but the patience is wearing thin. No matter how many times you tell him nicely; he just doesn’t seem to get it. 

This morning he had waited on the lid of the toilet seat while you showered, asking if you needed help or if you were okay approximately one thousand times. 

When you were done, he handed you your towel. By the time you’d wiped your body dry, you noticed that your hair dryer and products were all laid out on top of the counter, as opposed to its usual spot underneath the sink. 

“Let me get that for you,” he says at breakfast, and with a quick reach, the box of cereal you had been reaching for is pulled down by Luke. He hands it over to you with a smile.

Muttering a soft, “Thanks,” you turn to reach for your empty bowl, which has been supplied by, drumroll and you guessed it… Luke. 

After pouring in the dry cereal, you turn to go to the fridge, only to be met by his smiling face again. Only this time, he’s holding the milk.

Wordlessly taking the milk, you make your way back to the cereal, pouring a little in. You don’t fail to notice his arm shoot out and grab the milk to put it away. Maybe once you have your breakfast, you can try and talk to him about hovering. You’re always a little crankier when you’re hungry. And the last thing you want to do is start a fight, Luke is just trying to help after all. Closing your eyes, you take a steadying breath.

Clink. A cup of coffee hits the countertop next to you.

Thud. The creamer is placed directly beside it. 

Clatter. And there’s the spoon.

Damn it, you think. 

“Luke, I can’t take this!!” you cry out, turning to face him, he freezes in the middle of opening the creamer for you. “I can’t breathe with you hovering over me like this. You do everything for me! You get my clothes and my shoes, you fetch the remote, you make my food. How the hell am I ever supposed to get better if you just make me feel so helpless? I just can’t do it Luke. I can’t.”

You exhale a sharp breath.

Luke’s lack of a response makes you even more angry, so you keep going. “I know I may appear like this helpless damsel in distress. But despite what you may believe, I can actually take care of myself! I can survive without you hovering over me!”

“But you almost didn’t,” Luke whispers. He hangs his head, his gaze fixating on the floor. 

All the anger you felt immediately exits your body. In fact, you wonder why the hell you were even mad in the first place. You take a cautious step towards him, and sigh. 

“Luke,” you whisper. 

He refuses to look at you. It makes your heart ache. You hadn’t realized how much he was hurting over this. You just thought he was being overprotective and overbearing. But of course the guilt has still been consuming him. 

“I need you to hear this, okay? I need you to look at me when I say this to you,” you take his hand in yours. 

“Luke, look at me,” you urge. 

He turns, his eyes glistening with tears. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Luke isn’t the one who breaks. He is usually the one comforting you. And yet here you are– roles reversed for the first time.. His hand squeezes yours gently while he takes a deep breath. 

It takes him a moment, but he nods.

“Baby,” you mumble, “I’m okay. I’m here and I’m okay,”

“You don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head. “You didn’t see– you weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. Fuck, Y/N. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I thought- I mean- you were hooked up to all those machines- and you had all these cuts and bruises. You were all bandaged up. Christ, they had to drill a hole into your head! It’s my job to protect you, to take care of you, and I didn’t. I wasn’t there-.”

You launch yourself into him then, your good arm wrapping around his torso and clinging to him tightly. He’s quick to hug you back, anchoring you to him. 

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, his head resting on top of yours. 

“You didn’t,” you reassure him, shaking your head against his chest. 

“I know,” he finally whispers. “And I am so, so thankful for that.”

You pull back from your hug, holding Luke out in front of you. “Baby, I love you.” You tell him.  “I love you so much and I am so grateful that you’ve been so supportive and helpful during all of this.  But if you don’t stop, I might have to kill you,” your face breaks out into a grin. 

Luke laughs at that. “I don’t like it, but… okay,” he nods in affirmation. 

“Okay?” you ask skeptically. “That means no more having every single meal, snack, and drink waiting for me. No more sitting outside when I’m in the shower. And no more hands on my back when I go down the stairs.” 

Luke huffs. 

“Oh, and no more having my clothes picked out for me either.”

Luke raises an eyebrow. “No more feet or backrubs?” he asks cheekily.

Your eyes widen and you instantly begin to regret your little tantrum. “Baby steps, Alvez. I’m not completely healed yet.”

#luke alvez imagine #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader fic #luke alvez x reader fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #luke alvez x reader imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fic #luke alvez x reader imagines #criminal minds

[livingdeadmlm]

Ayo, i was thinking and what about Jesse Pinkman with a bf that has anger issues? gotta admit this kinda personal cuz of my own anger issues 😔✌️

It's okay hot people got anger issues (I also have anger issues)

I think early on he had a much easier time handling any outburst

He’s very laid back and knows how to calm the situation down most of the time

but as things get more on the line for him in his work he has a harder time keeping a steady head

With all of the stress of Walter and his life on the line almost every day you can guarantee a very long conversation needs to be had with both of you

If the anger is directed at other people and their wrongdoings he sympathizes with you 99% of the time

What can he say you’re usually in the right

That 1% is like “I can see their side but from your side babe.”

little fic, I don’t know I got carried away and it didn’t quite fit the request but it’s not enough to be its own post ya know??

One day while he was out and you were staying in his home a loud banging on the front door shook his house

You walked over to the door putting on one of the large shirts Jesse had left around the house

The banging got louder and a voice of an older man began to yell for your boyfriend

“HEY MAN STOP BANGING ON THE FUCKING DOOR IM COMING.”

The cool metal of the doorknob felt more like ice against your hand

Swinging open the door you saw a bald man roll his eyes at the sight of you

“Jesus Christ! Where’s Jesse? He won’t pick up his phone.” He annunciated his words heavily. Then he leaned forward attempting to enter the living room

“Hey, man back up! Jesse isn’t here right now, who even are you?”

He sighed heavily, “that’s none of your damn business tell your junkie friend to answer.his.phone.” Pointed at you like you were guilty of something

“That junkie is my fucking boyfriend you shitdick! Who’s sober now by the way! So now get the fuck off my property before I take care of you myself.”

The man waved his hand at you dismissing the threat. Like clockwork, Jesse's car pulled into the driveway

He stumbled out of the car towards the two of you on the porch

“Mr.white the hell are you doing here man?”

Before Walter could get a word out you recognized his name as the same name that seemed to follow Jesse and all the awful situations he’s been put in the last year or so.

“Answer your damn phone! I’ve called you 5 times today-” he got caught off by you punching him in the jaw

The older man stumbled and held his jaw, a shocked expression across his face.

Jesse stepped back in shock but quickly went to pull you into the house to avoid you hurting Walter more, they couldn’t afford for someone to alert the cops

The pain in your hand stung but you didn’t focus on it before you finally had the chance to tell of the man who seemingly tore jesses life apart

“You bastard! You better stop thinking my boyfriend needs to drop everything he’s doing at the drop of a hat for you! Now leave! And I better not ever see you come back here again!!” Jesse shut the door and locked it

He held you jumbled words made it out of his mouth that “it’s okay” “he’ll deal with him later”

#jesse pinkman #Jesse pinkman x male reader #brbaxmale reader

[sohaoying]

ZENO ENJOYERS!!!! i love seeing them in the wild AHAHAH how’d you come across the game? (and what were your favorite parts? and thoughts on the characters? i’d ask which ending made you feel the most emotions but i have a feeling it’s ending f LOL)

woahhh zeno enjoyers in my computer!!

i played it bc i kept seeing fanart until i caved (what can i say, kirvia art never misses) lol. i love being predictable. doctor and murderer get handcuffed together and have to collaborate to escape? it's camp. i'm listening 😔✌️

i love how every character gets a turn at being a liability to the others, i love how it’s about rehabilitation + repression + obsession/unhealthy pedestals, i love how the character backstories are interconnected and interesting to unravel, it’s one of my fav games ever

semi vague spoilers ahead:

some parts i liked:

on the path to ending H i was clapping cheering when [redacted] got to let out the inner weirdgirl and become a threat to everyone else instead of the other way around for a change. boom!! call that equality

actually that’s why i liked ending F, bc it was the only part where they went zeno at the same time. metal af. also the afterlife part got to me. the bittersweetness, and then the despair of the post-credits scene… wah

however i’m a softie too so i liked the true endings a lot!! the reveals were fun and it was v satisfying how everything came together after they all went through so much. and i like that [redacted 2] didn’t get magically 100% fixed™ and is out there trying to do okay anyway. i wish i understood the timeline more though; idk exactly when route H starts (it needs the picnic photo but i think maeno’s room is locked during it? am i forgetting something/mixing up timelines? i wish there were a summary, it’s been a while)

fuyu’s vending machine dialog

that one bathroom stall

characters:

maeno: one of my fav characters ever! him associating his own atonement with trying to fix one person was nuts. the lengths he went to to achieve that + the cost it came at + the irony of it all? sign me up. also it’s fun that he can go little a crazy. as a treat

tsugino: no one calls him haru besides that one time natsu did, which is a fun fact i remember for no reason. his journey of denying himself + finding acceptance + figuring out what’s left for him was pretty interesting. i like him a normal amount (real)

fuyu: i just think he’s neat!! i’m glad he beats the one-dimensional allegations in the true endings. i like his dynamic with aki, they’re so funny (and sad. they have the range)

natsu: i wish she were given the chance to be a complex character instead of a plot device + i wish she had a different reason for zeno... if i could change anything about the game it would be that. i like her design though!

i actually had plans to draw these 4 in a set, and finished the tsugino one months ago but dropped it halfway through drawing fuyu :(( i want to finish it someday, but i’ve got a bunch of other things to draw first. ONE DAY THOUGH… maybe… - guy charged with multiple counts of saying “i want to draw that” and then not doing that

oh this got long i am so sorry if you’re normal about zeno LOL. i may not be actively into it but it sleeps rent free in my head as one of my all time faves. thanks for the excuse to talk about it ahaha

#zeno remake #zeno spoilers #ask