#and I think at some point Luke would either get bored or wouldn't want to intrude ya know

[imperatorrrrr]

I requested the Nolan Nico fic but I didn’t expect it to hurt that bad. You’re too good! Thank you!

I have another request please! Something in the vain of people around Jack aren’t always truthful with him, he’s absolved of any criticism and Nico considers himself an enabler too, and so Nico takes a tough love approach this time with their loss that’s so fresh, one person isn’t to blame but one person did make two careless mistakes. I love reading fics where Nico is Jack’s comfort zone but he’s also the captain and I think it would be interesting to read from that pov as well where he doesn’t skirt around being honest for once in their relationship and that inevitably makes them closer.

I'm glad you enjoyed my take of your NolanNico request, I hope this one is up to snuff as well! Took a little different approach, tried to experiment a bit here, so hopefully it works!

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Luke really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but this is Nico and Jack's fault for not doing this at Nico's. If they didn't want him to overhear, they shouldn't have made it so easy for him to overhear.

Plus, this is far too juicy for Luke to be a good person and put his headphones in or blast some music or do the courteous thing and leave the apartment altogether.

When Luke made his swift exit to his room, Jack was looking blankly at one of their walls unthinkingly biting his fingernails while Nico was pacing, his face looking even more troubled than his regular resting face.

"We're a team, Jack."

Luke hears Jack hum.

"No, Jack. We are a team," oh, Luke can hear Nico ramping up to something, Luke gets comfortable, maybe he should have made some popcorn.

"There's nineteen of us out on the ice every game. You don't need to," Nico lets out a big breath, and Luke thinks he hears Nico take a seat, "You can't do this thing where you play like you're the only one that can win it for us."

"Nico, we don't---"

"No, we have to talk about this. I need to talk to you about this." Nico's getting a little louder now. Nico doesn't get loud. Nico speaks and everyone else gets quiet. And Luke can almost picture Jack snapping his mouth shut. Can almost picture Jack's eyes going a little wide, but then getting smaller, a little defiance in them, a little fight maybe.

Its getting testy.

"I know I fucked up, Nico," Jack is grinding this out, even the way he says Nico's name is almost spat out, "We don't have to do a debrief of how I singlehandedly cost us the game."

Luke can tell Jack's gotten up now. He's the one staring down at Nico now. He's the one trying to take control of this conversation, trying to end it.

Nico stays seated though, he doesn't rise to Jack's level, "Can you please listen to me? I need you to listen to me right now." And Luke knows the exact face Nico's making. Its determined, but kind. Its soft, but focused.

Luke hears some shuffling and thinks Jack's probably sat back down. He thinks they're probably facing each other on the couch now.

"You've put the league on notice, Jack. We've all put the league on notice. They weren't expecting us last season and they definitely weren't expecting you."

Luke lets out a soft "ooph" because that takes a lot for Nico to say. Nico's always made it a point to say how Jack's been great from the beginning, how they aren't underdogs.

"They know your game, they spend entire video sessions studying you, probably," Luke hears Nico let out a huff, maybe that was meant to be a laugh.

"You have to be smarter."

"I know." Luke could barely hear that, but Jack sounds resigned, deflated.

"Jack, I'm not asking you to be perfect, but you can't be careless. You see the game like none of us can---"

"Don't sell yourself short, Schao," Luke definitely hears a smile there. And Nico lets out another huff and probably rolls his eyes at Jack.

"The way you see the ice, these mistakes...you shouldn't be making these types of mistakes, okay? The only reason you're making them is because you've gotten it into your head that its all on you. It's not. You gotta stop."

Luke's leg is cramping in the position he's sitting in on the floor next to his door, and he takes that as the sign it is and gets up, grabs his laptop and his headphones.

Nico and Jack are going to be out there for awhile still. There's a lot to get out, a lot to go over.

This is their team, after all. Nico and Jack's team.

#Text #Ask #Anonymous #NicoJack #1386 #New Jersey Devils #we're going to pretend that the Luke's bedroom is like right next to the common area and Luke can hear everything okay #for the sake of this fic #Writing #Prompts #this could have gone on for a bit #but I didn't really want it to #and I think at some point Luke would either get bored or wouldn't want to intrude ya know #I hope this gets to what you were asking for Anon #please feel free to ask for something else or a re do if this is widely off base #Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

[woodox-earthtaurus]

Incoming unpopular opinion. Did it not occur to anyone that Filoni, much like Taika in marvel, just doesnt have the respect for the majority of the characters of Star Wars that - say- Favreau with IronMan or others have? Who the hell treats the Mandalorians like he has? Why the hell were either of them allowed to treat Luke like that? 😤 Who wouldn't understand & acknowledge that there's a SAG and WGA strike ongoing and then refuse to be on the front lines / voicing support? They're both writers & directors/producers. And Favreau (like a certain New Zealander) is also an actor. Plus wtf 🙃 was with Kennedy & Filoni being allowed say on Mando s3?

First off, the Nightsisters were never said to be Dark Side Witches except by maybe Dooku and Palpatine. Look where that motivation is coming from. Second, the Zabrak aren't from Dathomir. They're from Iridonia. And they don't always have red/orange skin. That's kind of specific to the *subspecies* that developed on Dathomir. The Nightsisters are literally referred to as 'dathomiri witches'. Third, they're not using the Force. Did 😒 no one see any clips of (or play) Fallen Order or Survivor? Merrin is thought to be one of the very last of her kind. She literally explains to Cal that their Magic isn't the Force.

That leads me to my fourth and fifth points. No4: Filoni is just making shit up at this point, i would hope reviewers would understand this. Why would there be something beyond the 'unknown regions'? This isn't some dinky galaxy we're playing in with Star Wars. Have you SEEN the Star Map for the number of worlds just in the Outer Rim? There are hundreds of solar systems and nebulae and solar clouds and tunnels (wormholes). And he wants you to think that there's a whole new set of worlds beyond 'unknown space'. 🤣😅 I explained about the Dathomiri already but lets use an actual Dark Force God. In Legends, the eldritch horror Abeloth lurks in a cluster of black holes called The Maw. Its within the edges of the Outer Rim - Inside the known universe of Star Wars. There's hardly anything *known* about the areas outside the Outer Rim; its why the name is Wild Space & the *Unknown* Regions. JFC.

After what has been written about beloved characters in the sequels, in Mando, and even with Boba not having starring roles in his own series, I find it highly insulting as a fan that yall just take this dummy's word that this is gospel. Like holy shit, do some basic research TOR before raving about how great ep 6 was for canon.

Canon so far has been dogshit. S3 of Mandalorian, the cliffhangers of both Boba Fett & Kenobi, the shit writing... The only great thing out of Disney post lucasfilm buy is Pedro Pascal as the Mandalorian and getting to see Morrison as Boba. --> 🫠😵 I find it super insulting that Disney would retcon *their own canon* from games/books/earlier shows to allow Elspeth and the 'Great Mothers' to have the Force. To say that this 'never before known planet' is some special jedi place. To hint that Thrawn might be the main antagonist when no one can say that with the strike or books that are *already out*. Icould keep going but yall bore me. Ewww.

#star wars #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #booo filoni booo #do research first #abeloth #planets of origin #do it right lucasfilm

[kylosbreedingkink]

I get so dismayed by a lot of Luke takes. He's either the best thing ever and the sequel trilogy is just wrong because Luke isn't this perfect being, or he's the absolute worst thing and led a cult because he was mean to Kylo.

How about the middle ground, which is more accurate to how we as humans are anyway? A man with all the best intentions, taking on perhaps a bit too much in his quest to do good, having so much going on that he misses or overlooks things. A perfectly natural thing to happen. Or maybe is so excited and positive about things that when the negative side swings in he isn't equipped to deal with it - either ignoring or overreacting.

He's not a teacher but knew so many kids needed help with the Force that he sought to create a school for them. He doesn't have the teacher training background or even other older Jedi physically there with him to help out. Instead he has the older students that he himself has taught and maybe some friends interested in the force despite not being force sensitive, like Lor San Tekka.

He grew up learning about how amazing the Jedi are and how perfect the Jedi order was, and he wants to replicate that. Perfectly understandable. So he goes by what the old Jedi texts say to do. He doesn't have the background in child psychology to think that perhaps removing children from their parents isn't always the best developmentally and I doubt Jedi texts would talk about all the times it went wrong - but be more focused on the rigidity and how it should go rather than how it did go. It would be natural for the Jedi themselves to not point out their own flaws. Basically the general fanon interpretation of Luke makes him so incredibly boring and simplified, I don't know why people want to do that when he could be such an interesting complex character. He's human, and humans make mistakes. He's not perfect. He's not evil. He's just a guy trying to do his best.

And sometimes someone trying their best doesn't work out. Luke trying his best wouldn't necessarily be what Kylo needed. Though Luke did do what he could using the tools he could find and what he had learned before.

He made mistakes. Kylo reacted to those mistakes in a way that it seemed even Kylo didn't really want to react.

Even the fact that Luke didn't know how to deal with the mistake he made and so went into hiding is so real. It's very human to try to run away from your mistakes. My main issue with him doing that was that there were still other students alive. Though him running is the most selfish thing he ever did and it was right off the back of him making the biggest fuck up ever. I think it's really human of him and is the thing which makes Luke interesting. As otherwise he's 1 dimensional good guy who never does wrong or the flip I've seen from others - evil cult leader. Luke was just as much drawn into the Jedi philosophy as anyone else, and he learned like the Jedi before that it isn't all roses.

#luke skywalker #kylo ren #kylo ren meta #luke skywalker meta #sequel trilogy

[reidgraygubler]

i would get beat to smithereens... (spencer reid/reader)

Title: i would get beat to smithereens Request: no Couple: Spencer Reid/Gen-Neutral!Reader Category: fluff w/ slight angst; song fic Content Warning: swearing, talks about psychical fights, descriptions of a flight, mentions of blood, talks about verbal arguments, mentions of alcohol,  Word Count: 4,544 Summary: Spencer Reid is in love with his best friend and would do anything for them… including getting into a fight with a stranger making Reader uncomfortable A/N: this is based on smithereens by twenty one pilots. i feel like it has spencer vibes, and i needed it in my life. thanks for the love! check out my masterlist :) 

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“I'm not a profiler. I'm just a doctor," I groaned, looking over at Luke and JJ. They were both looking at me like they were disappointed I was making it sound like I was useless to the team. 

"If you weren't a profiler, you wouldn't be a part of the team!" JJ scoffed as she stirred her straw around in her glass of now mostly ice. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. I could feel the teasing smile tug on my lips as I glanced at the man sitting beside me. Spencer was staring down at the table, bored out of his mind. Penelope was the one who dragged him along, really. Though, I was happy he was here. 

"Okay, that's true, but I'm not the best profiler. I'm like the worst profiler… above Spencer," I teased with a smile. Spencer gawked at me, about ready to shoot back. "I'm kidding, Pretty Boy." I winked at him. He glared at me as he returned his eyes back to the table. "Emily asked me to be a part of the team for injuries you fools get out on the field and to help injured victims before the ambulance gets to the scene. I hardly do any profiling. Just here to help you poor, injured souls," I beamed. JJ laughed and shook her head. 

"I'd say…" Luke looked over at me. He had gauze covering his arm, from where he got cut by an unsub. I looked over at him, mildly amused. “I’d take you over an ER nurse any day.” He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm much nicer than ER nurses anyway. You know that, Lukey-Poo," I laughed lightly before sipping my drink. Luke looked at me momentarily before dropping his gaze to the tabletop.

“I still think you’re one of the best profilers and doctors on the team.” JJ smiled at me before glancing at Spencer. He was looking down at his water, no longer listening to our conversation. 

"I'm a medical doctor! I'm nothing like our resident genius!" I half exclaimed as I sipped my drink.  I lifted my other hand and placed it on Spencer’s shoulder. He tensed under my touch before shrugging my hand off his shoulder. I glanced at him before looking towards Emily. She smiled and shrugged.

"There is a reason why I asked you to be a part of the team, ya know." Emily looked at me. I shrugged as I stood up. Spencer looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh please, Em, you’re just flattering me.” I smiled as I sipped the rest of my drink. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone want anything?” I pointed to each person. JJ and Emily passed, nursing their last drinks for the evening, Luke wanted another beer, Tara wanted whatever I was getting, and Penelope wanted another fruity cocktail. Spencer and Matt were pouring themselves another glass of water. “I’ll be right back.” I smiled at them all before grabbing my empty bottle by the neck.

I sauntered over towards the bar, swinging the bottle beside me. A few men were standing and sitting at the bar, laughing and talking amongst each other. I didn’t think much of it, people talking to each other. I mean, that’s what I was doing with all my friends. But there was something about these people that felt… off.

“Hey, there sexy.” A person leaned beside me on the counter. I flashed him a nervous smile before looking back down at my phone. The person stayed beside me, talking and thinking I was listening to him. “You wanna get outta here?” they asked, leaning closer to me. I glanced at him and shrugged.

“I’m actually going to watch a movie with my friends tonight,” I gestured back towards my friends, I would go as far as calling them family. The person looked towards them and shrugged. 

“Maybe you could come home with me instead,” they kept their voice low. The bartender placed a tray on the counter in front of me, the four drinks I ordered on it. I shoved my phone in my pocket before placing my hands on either side of the tray. The person lifted his hand and grasped my wrist, tight. 

“Can you let go of me?” I smiled at him. My smile was kind, yet stern. I was hoping they’d let me go with that, because I didn’t want to get any meaner. I had to be mean at work, and I didn’t want to be mean unless I had to. A dark smile grew on their lips as he stared at me.

“Let’s get outta here,” they whispered. I jerked my hand from their grasp and looked at them. 

“Maybe next time. Now let me go before I whip your ass,” I spat at them. They raised their hands away from me and watched as I grabbed for the tray again. “Because that will happen,” I glared at the person before turning and going towards my table. 

“Here we are, beer for Luke, beer for Tara, fruity cocktail for Penelope, and beer for me,” I smiled as I set each drink in front of each person. I returned to my seat beside Spencer. He seemed tense, he wasn’t this tense before I went to get drinks. 

I silently sipped my drink and joined back in their playful banter. But something about the way Spencer was sitting was starting to stress me out. I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, placing my bottle back on the table. He was staring across the bar. People had begun crowding the place, so it was near impossible to know what he was exactly staring at. Spencer stayed silent and shrugged. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Listen, I know I just said I’m not the best profiler. But I know you well enough to know that something is wrong. Now, Reid, what’s wrong,” I whispered and rested a hand on his knee.

“Nothing’s wrong. Promise,” he whispered as he looked at me as he brushed my hand off his body. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. It was clear that something happened to change his mood, but I have no idea what it could have been. 

Instead of worrying about why Spencer was suddenly in a bad mood, I rejoined the interesting banter between the rest of the group. But, I couldn’t help but notice the way Spencer glared across the bar and at the other patrons instead of being in our conversations. I hope he isn’t mad that I didn’t get him a drink. He didn’t want another drink.

The night at the bar came to an end and everyone parted ways. I was more than happy to go home. The exhaustion from the day and the creeps at the bar made me even more tired and it hit me hard. Though I’d miss my friends, I’d see them in the morning at work.

A glass of red wine sat on the coffee table as the tv sat on with a random channel. I was sitting on the ground behind the coffee table with several different case files flipped open. I still needed to sign on some papers and help a few old colleagues with their mysterious health cases. 

I stretched my legs out in front of me as I grabbed for my wine glass. Just as the glass hit my lips, my phone started vibrating like crazy on the coffee table. I lowered my wine glass and picked up my phone.

“Hello?” I asked. I should have checked the caller ID to see who it was. I’m just so used to answering without looking. This time it would have prepared me for what was about to come.

“I need you to come pick me up,” Spencer’s tone was low as he spoke. I raised an eyebrow and looked towards the front door. “Right now if possible, please,” his tone sounded serious, yet incredibly panicked. I just saw him not even 2 hours ago. He was fine then. He should be at home, reading, or sleeping. Why is he so panicky? 

“Spencer, is everything okay?” I stood up and went towards the front door. He stayed silent for a moment, and shuffling came from his side of the call. I slipped my sweater and shoes on before grabbing my car keys to leave.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed, clearly lying. I swallowed back my sarcastic comment and shook my head. 

“Where are you?” I asked as I got into my car. He stayed silent for a moment, probably trying to figure out what to tell me.

“The bar,” his voice was even lower. I dropped my shoulders and pressed my head into the headrest. 

“Didn’t you leave with everyone else? What happened?” I asked after a moment of silence. 

“I’ll tell you when you get here,” he whispered before hanging up. I let out a deep sigh before tossing my phone onto the passenger’s seat. I drove in silence, very annoyed that I had to go back out, even though I was already in my pajamas. Even though I was annoyed, I was more concerned about Spencer and why he was being so cryptic on the phone. 

When I finally pulled up to the bar, Spencer was sitting outside on the curb. His face was pressed into his hands, clearly, he regretted something. I pulled up just in front of him before I got out. 

“What happened, Spencer.” I looked down at him. A few of the patrons outside were looking at me and my pajamas (which consisted of sweatpants and a sweater). I glared at them as I stood in front of Spencer. 

He took a deep breath before looking up at me. Blood was trickling down his nose (which looked broken), and a cut was on his lower lip. On his jawline, there were a few more, slightly deeper, cuts. His left eye and cheekbone were already turning a deep blue/purple color. And the back of his hands and knuckles were black and blue and bloody. 

“Spencer,” I gasped as I looked at him. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked up at me. “C’mon, I have stuff at home,” I whispered as I offered him my hand. He stared at it for a moment before taking it. He winced as I pulled him up. His nose was wrinkled as he placed a hand on his side. Please tell me this bastard doesn’t have broken ribs. 

Spencer silently got into my car and I looked at all the people outside. I glanced over my shoulder at the man in my car before booking back at the people outside.

“Do you guys know what happened?” I asked as I folded my arms over my chest.

“You’re toothpick boyfriend there picked a fight with someone twice his size,” a guy spoke up. I looked in his direction and dropped my shoulders.

“Not my boyfriend. But thanks,” I muttered before getting back into my car. Spencer stayed silent as I sat, placing my hands low on the steering wheel. “You’re not going to tell me what happened?” I glanced at him as I started the car. He looked over at me and slightly shook his head. I let out a tired sigh before taking off and speeding towards my house. 

“I... I got into a fight with someone at the bar,” he kept his voice low as we entered my home. I gestured towards the couch, silently telling him to sit down. “Guy was a beefcake… Like Derek,” he muttered. I stared at him for a minute before disappearing into the kitchen. I grabbed my arsenal of a first aid kit, and a bag of frozen peas (and a dishrag to go around it). I handed him the peas as I sat beside him on the couch. 

"Spencer, you can’t just go up to a dude bigger than you like you're Captain America. You end up in my living room with a black eye and a bloody nose if you do that," I said as I popped open my first aid kit. Spencer looked at me as he adjusted the bag of frozen peas on his face. 

"You seem to forget, I'm a part of the FBI. I'm used to stepping up to dudes much bigger than me and getting beat up." He watched me as I pulled out a gauze pad and some sterile tape. 

"Okay, true. But you, Spencer Reid, weren't at work when I picked you up. You were at the bar," I pointed out as I grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "It's not like you to just beat up a guy for the hell of it. You're always calm, cool, and collected. What's gotten into you," I asked as I poured some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a paper towel.

"I don't know," he kept his voice low as I moved closer to him. He seethed slightly as I pressed the soaked paper towel to his cheekbone. "It's not like I was at that bar alone," he muttered once I finally moved away from him.

"Yeah, but, Spence, you stayed behind for a reason. No one knows why you stayed behind. Usually Luke, and JJ even, know why you do something. But you stayed behind at a bar for no reason. And then I get a call from you, asking to pick you up?" I whispered as I peeled open a butterfly band-aid and pressed it to the shallow cut on his cheekbone. 

"I guess I really don't know what came over me," he lied. It was clear that he lied. I dropped my hands to my lap and looked at him. "What?" 

"It doesn't take a profiler to know that you're lying, Spencer," I muttered as I moved my hand to his jaw. I wrinkled my nose at the gnarliness of the cut there. It was much deeper than the one on his lip. Blood wasn’t oozing out like a gusher, but it was bad enough to be fixed as soon as possible. "You'll need stitches on your jaw," I whispered before going back to my first aid kit. My voice broke slightly as I dug around for the stitch kit I kept here. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and down my nose, falling into the kit on my lap. I didn’t mean to cry, I didn’t want to. He’s my best friend and the fact that he isn’t telling me why he did what he did… kinda hurts. 

Spencer reached out to grab my hand. I looked back at him and shook my head. "Why did you get into a bar fight with a random guy?" I whispered as I wiped my cheeks. Spencer's nose twitched as he kept his eyes on my face.

"The way… the way he stepped up… to you… Words can't describe what I was feeling," he kept his voice low. His words were hesitant as he spoke them like he was sure that he was about to lose something. "And, you know… I never look for conflict for the thrill. But something about this guy just…" his tone got a little bit rough. The way his face twitched told me he was reliving the memories of the fight he just had nearly an hour and a half ago. I watched as he pulled the bag of peas from his face. He shook his head in frustration.

"What… what guy are you talking about, Spencer," I whispered as I stared at him. I should be preparing to stitch the gnarly wound on his jaw, but I can’t. He looked at me, something on his face was starting to scare me… And it wasn’t the black eye or bloody nose. It was the emotion he had that scared me. He wasn’t angry or annoyed, he seemed mildly frustrated and… There was something else, I just couldn’t name it.

“When you went to the bar, to get more drinks,” he swallowed roughly. I finally started to prepare the needle with the thread. I glanced up at him as I poured more hydrogen peroxide on a paper towel.

“This is gonna hurt a bit,” I whispered as I pressed the paper towel to his jaw. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut as I continued to clean. “I went to the bar more than once, Spence, you’ll have to be more specific.” I turned his head so I could get a better view of his wound. 

“There was this guy. He kept approaching you whenever you got more drinks. It was obvious he was making you uncomfortable,” he spoke before I started fixing him. He winced again. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling more than bad that I’m the one doing this. “That’s what you get for having me stitch you up instead of going to the ER where you could have lidocaine,” I chuckled lightly. Spencer glanced at me. “Because I don’t have any here, not even patches,” I smiled lightly. I probably would have been the one to stitch him up at the hospital too. I’m the only doctor he trusts, other than himself. That being said, I’m the only medical doctor he trusts.

“I’d rather go to my doctor friend to have stitches done,” he whispered. He flexed his fingers a bit. “I did it for you, you know,” he looked at me as I pulled my hands away from him, finishing the stitch work on his face. I grabbed a tube of antibiotic ointment and the gauze.

“You know I’m capable of saying no to men who make me uncomfortable, Spencer, I work for the FBI, too, you know,” I laughed, reminding him that we were in fact co-workers. He watched as I placed a small piece of gauze on the stitching. Spencer gave me a knowing look, causing me to smile at him. “Okay, for the most part, I can say no.”

“Yeah, see, that’s why I went up to this guy. Gave him a piece of my mind… And then he gave me a piece of his mind in the form of a swift punch to the face.” Spencer smiled softly at me. I shook my head as I began cleaning up. That sounded just like Spencer though. Trying to talk to a guy about not being kind to one of his friends, only to be punched in the face. 

“I think it was a little bit more than a swift punch to the face, Spencer,” I laughed as I pulled my gloves off. “How much do you even weigh?” I asked, trying to picture noodle boy Spencer Reid facing off a guy bigger than him. I’ve seen him go toe-to-toe with scary unsubs before, but this was different. Something about that image seemed fake.

“About 153,” he whispered as he placed the bag of peas back on his eye. I looked back at him as I stood up. The bag looked a little soggy and damp due to condensation and the warmth of his face.

“I’m going to get you a new bag of frozen peas and a glass of water,” I stuck out my hand to take the peas from him. He smiled as he handed the bag of melted peas. 

“I’d do it again, you know,” his voice followed behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was, in fact, following me into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as I got a new bag of something frozen for his eye. I needed to buy new ice packs, otherwise, I’d give him one of those.

“Really now?” I asked, handing the bag over to him. He gently placed it over his eye and nodded. “You would get so messed up, more than you already are to protect my honor. I mean, you said you weigh about 153. Would you really do that?” I pulled the fridge open and pulled a bottle of water out. I placed it on the counter beside him. The image of him fighting a buff guy came back to my mind and I had to refrain from laughing.

“For you,” he started speaking, causing me to look at him. For me? What does he mean for me? My heart started to beat faster with nerves and anxiety. “For you, I would get beat to smithereens,” he whispered as he reached out to hold my hand. I stared at him and furrowed my eyebrows. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, letting him take my hand into his. I should have cleaned his hands too, put ointment and bandages over them. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at his hand. Part of me wanted to pull my hand away and get the proper things to clean his hand, but I knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He knew that his hands needed the proper care, but I don’t think he 100% cares at the moment.

“What do you think it means?” Spencer asked, squeezing my hand lightly. I looked up at him, my shoulders dropping and tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. He looked back at me, his still expression frightened me a little bit. “I… I love you. That’s what it means,” he swallowed as he spoke. I stared at him before blinking. Tears started racing down my cheeks again, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. 

“You…” I took a deep breath before throwing my arms around his torso. Spencer let out a breath as he wrapped his free arm around my body and held me close to him. His scent calmed me in a strange way, but I was okay with it. “Next time you decide to get into a bar fight, you better make sure everyone else is there,” I whispered as I looked up at him. I pressed my chin into his chest as I stared at him. A small smile twitched onto his lips as he looked down at me.

“And have everyone place their bets on if I’ll get out of there alive? Why do you think I waited till everyone left?” Spencer asked, keeping his hands on the small of my back. I smiled and placed my hand on his uninjured cheek before going up on my toes to kiss his lips. 

“I love you too, you know,” I whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. Spencer smiled knowingly and nodded.

“If I didn’t know I wouldn’t have gotten into a bar fight and called you to pick me up,” he whispered as he brought a hand to rest on the back of my head. I smiled before laughing lightly. 

“Let’s go lie down. I’ll get you something for the pain,” I whispered, my thumb lightly rubbing his cheekbone. Spencer swallowed roughly and shook his head.

“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t need it. I’ll be fine,” he whispered, “Although, I would like to lie down. I’m exhausted.” He nodded. I smiled.

“Okay, suit yourself.” I shrugged before stepping away from him and leading him towards my bedroom. “You didn’t have to do that, Spencer, I hope you know that,” I whispered once we were both comfortable on the bed. Spencer rolled over to face me, pulling the blanket up to his face. 

“I know. But I think we wouldn’t be where we are if I didn’t. And I would do it again if it meant being here with you like this,” he whispered as he rested his hand on my face. I looked up at him and smiled.

“I’ll let you be the one to explain why we showed up to work together and why you were beaten up at work tomorrow,” I chuckled and moved closer to him. He laughed and nodded before pressing his lips to my forehead. 

“Glad to.” He looked down at me with a pleased smile. 

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Spencer and I stood side by side in the elevator. Both his hands were now bandaged to protect the open wounds on his knuckles, but one of them was clasped around one of mine. I smiled and looked up at him.

“Do you know what you’re going to say to Emily when she asks about your new facial injuries?” I asked, bringing my hand to gently touch the stitches on his jaw. He hummed before shrugging. “Because you’re the least likely to get into a bar fight,” I laughed and retracted my hand when the door dinged open. We looked at each other one last time before stepping off the elevator, hand in hand. 

“I can get in fights,” Spencer scoffed as we walked into the bullpen. I held back my cackle and shook my head. People looked over at Spencer and me as we stopped at his desk.

“Sure, you can get in ‘fights’, Spencer. If those fights are about Doctor Who and Star Trek.” I smiled at him. Spencer smiled at me before resting his hands on my waist. “But not bar fights,” I added as looked up at him.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Luke’s voice came from the conference room door. Spencer and I both looked in that direction and saw Luke, JJ, Tara, and Matt standing at the door. I looked back at Spencer and smiled.

“Well, as you can see, I am checking up on my patient.” I lifted a hand and gestured at Spencer’s face. JJ looked at Spencer with wide eyes. “Our wonderful Boy Genuis got into a bar fight last night and called his trusted doctor friend.” I smiled as I rested a hand on his chest. 

“Wait,” Emily started as she stepped out of her office with David by her side, “Spencer got into a bar fight?” she looked at Spencer and me. I looked up at Spencer with an amused smile. 

“Yeah, sure, Spencer got into a bar fight… But are you not looking at the way his arms are arou-” Luke started but stopped when Penelope loudly entered the room.

“Are you guys finally together?!” She shouted as she came up to us. I turned away from Spencer and smiled. “Shoot! I owe JJ $10,” she pouted and looked towards JJ. She was still looking at Spencer with concern. 

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, keeping her eyes on Spencer. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Went to the best doctor I know,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms back around my waist. He pulled me so I was flush against his chest, making me laugh. “I’ll live. Just a mild disagreement last night at the bar.” 

“Yeah, which ended up in you losing a fistfight.” I rolled my eyes. Penelope was staring at us in awe, clearly enjoying the sudden cuteness that was Spencer and me. 

“I just can’t wrap my head around Spencer being in a bar fight,” Tara said as she looked at Spencer and then me. I laughed.

“I tried telling him he’s the least likely to get into a bar fight, and he didn’t believe me.” I looked up at all our friends and co-workers. They shared a light laugh and nodded.

“Okay, I’d love to hear the stories of how this came to be and this bar fight… But we got a case,” Emily spoke up as she looked at all of us. I pouted and looked up at Spencer. He grasped my hand and followed behind me towards the conference room. 

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"She called the cops?!" gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: Hey, yo guys! :) So, third part is heeeeere. You guys really did hit the likes last chapter and here's your reward. I don't know yet how I'm going to do this, but I'm trying to be away from the usual "he's a bad boy, but he's so sweet to me", like, hell no, he's a fucking criminal. I don't want to do this too heavy, but I don't want to be another soft story either. Let's see how it goes.

Remember: The next chapter only comes if this one gets, at least, 30 notes.

Summary: Ashton vanished from your life, apparently, but you know he always keep an eye on you. Well, not him, but always a partner and that day, Calum. But he's not the only company for the night.

You can find the previous parts here.

Hope you guys like it, don't forget to reblog, so I can know that there's someone out there liking my stuff. 💋

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Another three months have passed without you hearing about Ashton or the Golden Star. You kept seeing his partners everywhere you got, but after too many useless fights with the blonde man you just gave up, knowing that talk to him was like talk to a door. Even though they were there to protect you, you couldn't not fear them, they were a gang, after all. Some days you wondered what would have happen if you haven't stopped to help Ashton, what the gang would do, what your life would be. Not that it had change this much, apart of always having an (probably) drug dealer on your feet, your life kept the same. Work, home, some bars with friends... Nothing too much. Most of times you forgot about the guys following you, specially if they were older, they usually did anything to keep hidden, this job too boring for them, the youngers were the problem, you lost count how many times your friends got worried and you had to text Ashton so he could say to the guy back off.

"Hey, Hood." you said when you got home. His motorcycle parked at your front yard was odd, he was hidden most of the time.

"Everything's good?" he asked passing his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, why?" you were trying to open your door, but with the amount of stuff on your arms it was hard.

"Let me help you." he got closer and took your stuff.

"Thank you." you said after getting in on the house. "What happened? I never see you."

"Luther said that a guy was following you." he said and your eyes got wide. "Here just to make sure that everything is OK. You saw anyone?"

"No." you deny. "You wanna come in, right?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to go in without you knowing, but I thought it was best to ask."

"Please. And is not like I have a choice either." you opened the door and saw Calum getting his gun from his jacket after lighting off his cigarette. You rolled your eyes, knowing that the Luther guy was probably overreacting and let Calum look around the house, waiting for him in the living room until he come back. "So?"

"All clear."

"You know, have you guys always on my back is more dangerous than live on my own."

"I highly doubt. Anyways, I will be at my spot if you need anything."

"That's OK. Do you wanna eat something?" you asked while walking to the kitchen, the last time you had eaten was in lunch, you were hungry as hell.

"You know you deal with this way too well?" he laughed and followed you sitting on the bench at the other side of the counter.

"Realized that I can't beat Irwin, you guys are staying until he gets tired of me, so... Just going with the dance." you hand him a jar full with chocolate cookies. "Secretly I'm always in the middle of getting an panic attack."

"Ashton is loyal to who matters. You saved his life, the only way he would let you go is if you die." he eats one cookie. "This is good." you give him a glass of milk as well, the six foot man in front of you almost looking like a child while eating. For a briefly moment you almost forgot who he was.

"My mom's recipe." you smiled going out of your gaze and taking a cookie and milk yourself. You two eat in silence, it's not like you two had a lot to talk about, actually that was probably the first time you two talked for so long. "Well, since you're not going anywhere, make yourself home, you don't need to freeze outside." you take your stuff again, going out of the kitchen while he's looking at you, surprised. "Going with the dance, Calum. Good night, please don't steal anything."

"You have my word." he said while sitting on the couch and rolling his eyes. "Which is nothing to you, I know."

"At least you understand better than your friend." you smiled going away.

It was about 3AM when you felt an hand on your mouth, you woke up in desparation only to see Calum keeping your mouth shut and making a sign for you to be in silence, showing you his gun.

"What the fuck?" you asked whispering, he nodded to your window, it was when you saw the blue and red lights. Someone called the police.

"You did this?" the usual nice expression of him was terrifying and you just shook your head, too afraid to say anything. "You sure?"

"Calum, I was sleeping!" you hissed in a whisper. "I don't know what's happening." suddenly both of you heard a noise coming from the guests room, your heart skipped a beat when Calum held you, getting you out of the bed and keeping his gun next to your stomach.

"Don't make a sound." he said after he chocked his gun, pointing again to your stomach. You can't really believe that he actually believes that you called the cops, but having a gun against your skin isn't the best incentive to talk anything. The look on his face makes you wanna cry in fear, but you just try your best not to. Your bedroom door opens slowly and you see a tall man coming.

"What the fuck?" you heard Luke's voice. "She called the cops? You called the cops? Are you fucking insane?"

"I didn't-" you started to talk, but got interrupted by a knock on your front door. You looked at the two men in your room, completely desperated.

"Come." Calum said pushing you. You two walked to your living room, Calum's gun against your back. "Find out what this is." he said in your ear without taking the gun from your back, talking so low that you almost don't hear him, then he hides behind the door, now pointing the gun to your head while you open it, you don't really know how you're not crying.

"Something wrong, miss?" the cop says, you just shook your head, denying. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm. I was sleeping, what is this about?" you fake your best sleepy voice and face, but you're almost sure that he isn't believing.

"A neighbor saw a man wandering around your living room and said that it was odd, called us to check." he said again, trying to see behind you, but you just straight up yourself to try to not let him.

"A man? I dont-" you were interrupt by the feeling of one hand holding your waist and a cold feeling back in your back.

"What's happening?" you hear Luke say, you looked at him only to see him on his boxers, his hair like a mess, looking like he just woke up. "What's wrong, babe?" he looks at you smiling, raising his eyebrows in a clear sign to you keep the act. You can see Calum rolling his eyes to Luke, the gun still pointing to your head while Luke's gun was on your back.

"The neighbor saw you sleeping on the couch, babe, and got worried, since no one knows you yet." you said without even trying to sound nice, sarcasm going through your tong. "New relationship." you smiled to the cop.

"Got it. If you need anything, call us. Sorry for bother." he says going away. You shut your door turning around to see the both guys looking at you, both taking a deep breath.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked, going to your couch feeling like you were about to get sick and fall on the floor since your legs feels like jelly.

"Your neighbors called the cops? Seriously?" Calum said putting his gun on the jacket.

"Yeah! I was sleeping, for God's sake. And you? What the fuck were you thinking?" you look at Luke. He shrugs, still handing his gun. "Where's your clothes?"

"At your room."

"I can't keep with this." you were passing your fingers through your hair. "You two were pointing guns to me!!!!! TWO. And how the hell did you even got here?"

"I called him when I saw the cops." Calum said. "We need to talk with Ashton. He need to know what happened." he was talking to Luke, who just nodded and got to your room to get dressed.

"You can't go." you say getting up and going to your room while followed by Calum.

"What, why? You just said-" Luke is almost dressed.

"Yeah, but now my neighbors think that we're together, it will be odd if you don't show up tomorrow morning." you pointed.

"She's right." Luke says. "Go to Ashton, I'll take the shift."

"If I were you two, I wouldn't try to sleep. Ashton will be here in the minute I get there." Calum says opening the door. "We should all go."

"What? No! For God's sake, I'll not go back there."

"You don't have a choice." Luke says throwing you something to wear.

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[serenagaywaterford]

1) Hey, it's me again. The idiot rambling anon. I wasn't gonna spam you again, but then I read your responses. At this point, I'm convinced you're my alter ego, lol. My thoughts are all over the place, but I'll try to organize them. So, about Nick. I've purposely avoided talking about him so far, but why the hell not? Let me make one thing clear: I'm NOT of of those thirsty fangirls. But even if I was? I wouldn't get offended or butthurt, because another person likes different fictional

2) characters (of all things) than me. I mean, big fucking deal. Each to their own, no need for apologies. ;) (My tone is a little aggressive, I know, but I’m sick and tired of some people on social media –in and out of fandoms– acting holier-than-thou and sending hate messages and even actual death threats (!) to creators or people that express unpopular opinions*. It’s reached a point where many people feel the need to put disclaimers in their posts so as not to be attacked.)

3) Back to Nick. I liked him just fine back in early S1, when he was all mysterious and his background story was unknown to us. When we did learn about it and the fandom started acting like he’s that pure, handsome angel uwu? Nah. Obviously, he’s no Fred/Serena/Lydia,but he’s not a “cinnamon roll” either. (Imo, the only decent dude on that show is Luke.) I mean, if Nick was SO altruistic, he wouldn’t have joined this job. Or even after everything went down, he could have tried to help other

4) handmaids without expecting anything in return. But no, he only helps June and that’s because he’s in love with her. I’m not blaming him for trying to survive under such circumstances, but I won’t idolize him either. Now, in s2? I’m kinda neutral about him. I don’t hate him, but I can’t say that I’m a fan either. Not gonna lie, he bores me at times, because he’s just… there. No sparks, no fireworks. Not sure if it’s the writing that doesn’t do the actor any favors, but his acting hasn’t

5) really drawn me in yet. A counterexample to this? Aunt Lydia. Her personality is despicable 98% of the time and yet. Dowd’s captivating performance makes me want to know so much more about her character.) On the other hand, I’m glad that June has someone (besides Rita) to back her up in that hellhole. She needs comfort and allies. But the whole ‘tRu Love 5eva" fanon thing? No, thanks. Not only it doesn’t fit the tone of the series, but I also believe that sharing an intense, forbidden love/

6) during such a shitstorm is not the same thing as keeping it alive after all is said and done (post-Gilead). Maybe they’ll stay together (as long as Nick doesn’t die), maybe they’ll fall apart. I can’t really see June romantically reconnecting with Luke either. After everything she’s been through… She’s a completely different person now. Unfortunately, the same things goes for Emily and her wife. Even though I’d love to see her interact with both her wife and her child in S3.

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My inbox is so beautiful right now! Never, ever call yourself an idiot, my friend. (If you are, then so am I!) Brain twins, you see.

(Also sorry about this being out of order lol.)

I was trying not to talk about him too cos generally I just … I prefer not to think about him much. The fangirls, just, *sigh*. I try to avoid as much as possible in this fandom, esp on tumblr. Just hang out in my quiet little, not-Serena-hating corner. I always feel a need to put disclaimers these days cos as much as I don’t really care about random hate, I’d prefer not to have to deal with dogpiles or to look at it lmao. Like people can go around just hating on any character here–especially if they’re women–but say one critical (not even hateful) thing about their male fav and things just go off. 

I’m more than aware the majority of people don’t like Serena and think she’s the worst thing ever. And fair play! (I get it… cos I’m not delusional. She’s awful.) Each to their own. I don’t go around bitching at people who say shitty things or stuff I don’t agree with, or blocking anybody who doesn’t like her. (There are a few posts I do engage with cos normally they seem like they want to go deeper in The Discourse but most Serena/Lydia/Eden/Janine/June-hate I just ignore.)

ITA. S1 was, like, okay. That’s Nick. What’s he up to? What’s his deal? (I don’t really care but I’m not opposed to him either. Just like I didn’t care about Luke’s backstory/escape.) He’s trying to be good to June and she needs that.When we did learn his backstory I was not pleased cos he seemed like a twerp but whatevs. Grey characters are grey. It wasn’t until S2 that I started to get irked by him (and the hypocrisy of his fans but that’s a whole other issue). 

I can’t agree ANY more with your assessment of Nick. Like that’s EXACTLY what I’ve been saying! Firstly, he was RIGHT THERE when the Handmaid/Ceremony thing was first suggested and was like “Oh, yeah, great idea!” to Fred. I get that perhaps he was pressured to go along to keep his job but that’s a stretch imo, and if you can give him that sort of leeway, why can’t characters like Eden, Serena, Lydia and June get the same benefit of the doubt for certain things? Why is Nick’s pressure to keep his job more important and forgivable than anybody else’s pressures? It’s like that entire scene doesn’t exist to fangirls and Nick is so precious and in love and wonderful. Then there’s the rape of June. Like I know it’s pretty controversial to look at it that way, but that first time, with Serena overseeing it like a fucking creepy pimp (YUUUUUUCCCKKKKK I HATE IT THANKS) was rape. June barely knew the guy and I’m pretty sure if she wanted to have sex with him it wouldn’t be like that! And sure, after that, it was totally consensual but that first time was not. And I’ve heard the justification and excuses of “Well, Nick didn’t have a choice either!” which I call bullshit on, cos Nick is not some powerless delivery boy. 

He’s a fucking Guardian who is tight with the top Commanders. He’s a man, if nothing else. Serena can act all high and mighty but she’s still a woman in a highly misogynistic society. I’m not convinced Fred would take his wife’s word over Nick’s tbh, especially if it was like “Dude, your crazy wife asked me to fuck the Handmaid you’re obsessed with”. If he really didn’t want to do it that badly, he could have taken that chance to report Serena. Even if Fred wanted to keep it hush hush away from other Commanders, he would have gone after Serena. Men are far more likely to turn on women than each other, esp in THT. But that’s just my take. Maybe I am missing something about Nick’s status. To me, it was like double rape. Neither of them wanted to do it, like that anyway. But Nick also did fuck all to stop it when IMO he did have some power to do something. He is not a helpless victim in that society, imo. Again, probably not a well-received opinion. 

Don’t even get me started on his “Poor me!” routine in S2 when June tells him to have sex with Eden. I’m glad she called him on that bullshit. (But again, over the fangirls heads. Enough about them!)

Basically, everything Nick has done wrong isn’t his choice; he’s just a victim. In a story about women, Nick’s victimhood at the hands of these nasty women and men is the real issue. Blah. Whatever.

I just find Nick lacks total self-awareness about being part of the shitty ass system. He kind of just floats around thinking nothing is his fault and he’s blameless for it all, and he certainly can’t seem to see it from anyone’s perspective except his own. He’s upset about Fred & June’s Jezebel trips, not for her own safety or well-being but mainly he’s jealous. Of course he’s concerned about her safety but I believe it takes a backseat to his jealousy. He just seems to never take any responsibility for anything.

And BINGO about the previous Handmaid. Nothing we’ve been shown has given any hint he cares about any other woman’s plight in Gilead other than June, and only cares about her cos he had a crush/fucked her/is in wuv wiv her. Basically, she’s HIS so suddenly he cares about her. Look how fast he dumped that Martha as soon as he got brooding about June. He’s done fuckall for anybody except himself and that alone makes me dislike him. He’s no better than Fred in that way for me. But where Fred can occasionally be an interesting villain, cos Fiennes is nasty good, I find the actor who plays Nick just… not engaging. And he’s not SUPPOSED to be a villain! He’s meant to be a good guy! It’s crazy. He’s not compelling, he’s not interesting. He’s bland. He’s not even good looking, lol. I was watching with a friend once and mention I thought Fred was way better looking than Nick and she just stared at me and said, “You shouldn’t say that. But me too.” So, count me in the camp that just does not get the appeal of the character OR the actor.

I don’t hate Nick generally. I am just totally indifferent to his existence. If he left the show tomorrow, I’d shrug and probably be a little glad I don’t have to see that bland moping anymore. If he stays, oh well. Shrug. And I just don’t want his and June’s star-crossed romance shoved down my throat. It’s so… I dunno. I’m not opposed to June finding solace and hope but making it some beautiful forbidden romance, I’m not buying it. Like you said, it’s all well and good in Gilead–but it doesn’t strike me as something that can be sustainable outside it. To borrow from you last time: It’s the Handmaid’s Tale, not The Guardian + the Handmaid’s Tale.

Okay, enough about that pipsqueak. I don’t even like talking about him, tbh. He’s not worth it when there’s so much else going on.

ITA about Luke/June too. I feel like the level of disconnection and trauma that they’ve sustained, especially June, they can try to reconnect but it’s pretty difficult and I think especially with June having a sexual/romantic relationship with Nick pulls that really tight. It’s just two different planets they live on now. I don’t doubt that she still loves Luke, but actually reforming the relationship they previously had seems like an impossible task considering everything both of them have been through. It’s sad, but … sadly true for many people. Relationships can fall apart for far less.

And on the same page about Emily/Sylvia too. She is just soooooo fucking broken, and hopeless, that if they have them just rekindle with no issues, it’ll be bad writing. (I dunno if you see spoilers but there’s one about them.) She needs therapy so much more than a cutesy feelgood storyline.

Back to Lydia: Exactly! There’s a character we know very little about and who is a horrible person, yet the performance by Dowd makes almost everyone go, “TELL ME MORE!” With Nick, it’s the opposite for me. I’m just like, “Please, less of this.”

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