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grailknightmonty · 2 years

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accidentally made a godswap AU and this dynamic is all you ever need to know about it

In this universe, Ianite's champions Sonja and Tucker come off of a pirate ship in search of help for recovering their lost goddess but unluckily for them Jordan "i hate people and I'm making it everyone's problem" Sparklez and Tom "i cant believe i have to deal with this asshole 24/7 in the name of order" SynHD are just. Constantly Like That, nothing will ever get done lets be real

#I didnt feel like drawing them but wag and FyreUK are priests aa #and Dec is a wizard #it isnt turning into the next TH Roleswap cause over half of what ive written is crack #although it would also be really funny to see these guys as hypothetical S3 alts #mianite #mianitefa #mianite fanart #jordan captainsparklez #captainsparklez #tom syndicate #tucker iijeriichoii #sonja omgitsfirefoxx #digital art #gkm arts #illustration #mcyt #mcyt fanart #lafakiwi draws #mianite godswap

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rescuefield-arch1 · 10 months

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good morning, i hope you know claire is the al.lison arg.ent of re universe

#don't ask me to explain i just know #s3 AA would be her in village / r.e9 and i stand by that #tbd.

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aperture-of-bullshit · 9 months

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Now do not get me wrong I am Satine Kryze ambivalent on the best of days and an outright hater on the worst ones but honestly BIZARRE writing decision to have essentially a whole season of television focus on the weapon that killed her and her own sister’s desire to wield it and the power and responsibility that wielding it represents (something that Satine herself never had despite being ruler, and that bo-katan once considered her illegitimate for) in combination with Bo-Katan’s own past with the weapon as the right hand to the man whose scheming to OVERTHROW SATINE directly led to her dying on the Darksaber’s blade. And. She doesn’t even get a passing mention. SHE DOESNT EVEN GET A PASSING MENTION.

#the disservice this does to bo katans character is CRAZY #not even a name drop. or even a ‘my sister’. or ‘i wasn’t an only child’. nothing. nada. zero. zilch.#really and TRULY bizarre #men will invent a woman only to tragically kill her and then have her never be relevant again even when it makes perfect sense #I guess Satine does haunt the narrative. but only for clone wars and legends enjoyers who are aware of her existence #and are constantly waiting for her to be brought up in a season about bo katan and her leading mandalore and wielding the dark saber #but it never coming #Dave filoni watch OUT #Star Wars #aa babbles #sorry. rewatching mando s3 with my family because my mother insists on family bonding time #only innovative thing this season is Dave filoni managing to maneuver me into somehow defending satine

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saudrag · 10 months

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APPARENTLY SOMEONE POINTED OUT THAT AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY ARE KISSING IN ONE OF THE WINDOWS IN THE TITLE SEQUENCE AND I NOW JUST CANNOT BE NORMAL???

Neil said that THERE ARE clues for s3 in the TS AND THIS IS WHAT WE’VE FOUND??

aa you can see, this is totally DIFFERENT KISS. aziraphale is now THE ONE TUGGING CROWLEY IN, GRIPPING THE HEMS OF HIS JACKET????? WHAT IF IT IS THE GET-TOGETHER KISS WE WILL SEE IN S3? also SOMEONE IS PEEPING IN.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens analysis #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #IM INSANE IN THE BRAIN RNNNN OMGGGGFFG #IF YALL CAN FIGURE OUT MORE THINGS IN THAT EXACT PIC PLEASE REBLOG THIS OR COMMENT I NEED TO HEAR YALLS STATEMENTS

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kaktus-tajam · 1 year

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Adab terhadap Diri

"Hal sepele sih buat sebagian orang, tapi hati saya gimanaaa gitu kalau makan berdiri."

Secuil kisah ini langsung aku jawab dengan anggukan setuju,

"Iya malaah serem yaa Dok.. kalau hati kita nggak peka lagi."

"Iya yaa, hilang sensitivitasnya ya.."

Padahal, kalau kalian pernah ikut konferensi/ simposium/ seminar terutama internasional.. tentu paham bahwa tea break adalah hal krusial untuk networking. Makanan mulai dari cake, buah, sayur dengan hummus, hingga minuman dari jus sampai wine tersedia dengan indahnya (teh juga ada dong, kan tea break.. hehe).

Nah sayangnya, budaya di Barat itu melakukan 'prosesi' ini dengan berdiri.

Inilah praktiknya bab adab. Adab apa? Terngiang suara gurunda,

"Sebagai penghafal Quran, adab terhadap diri sendiri haruslah dijaga. Ia akan sadar, bahwa ada al Quran yang hidup dalam dirinya, dititipkan Allah di hatinya. Maka adab apa pun itu, termasuk makan dan minum, menjadi hal yang sangat besaar."

“Terus gimana Dok?” tanyaku

Mau ikut makan sambil berdiri, rasanya nggak tenang.. tapi kalau ngga ikut mingle nanti dicap eksklusif..

Triknya gimana?

Wah ternyata ada tips menarik dari beliau yang bisa dicontoh,

"Saya biasanya ambil makanan, ikut berdiri dan ngobrol. Namun makanan saya biarkan dulu, toh yang penting ngobrolnya hehe. Nanti, kalau sudah habis waktu tea break dan semua sudah kembali masuk ke ruangan, langsung saya cari tempat duduk dan makan sejenak."

Jadi ingat pesan gurunda ketika pamit untuk exchange,

"Seorang muslim itu, terlihat identitasnya justru ketika situasi dan kondisi tidak memungkinkan namun ia tetap teguh pada pendirian."

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Pagi itu, Desember 2019, tak terasa hampir 3,5 jam aku dan dr. Iin bercengkerama. Percakapan mengalir begitu saja, dan banyak sekali hikmah yang Allah titipkan lewat beliau. Silaturahmi itu indah, maka selagi aku di Melbourne saya izin menemui beliau di tempat penelitian PhD beliau di Florey Institute of Neuroscience and Mental Health. Sambil duduk menghadap jendela besar di ruang makan, memandang orang-orang di bawah berlalu lalang di langit yang mendung..

Lahir dan besar di Solo, dr. Muthmainah, M. Neurosci menyelesaikan pendidikan kedokteran di Universitas Sebelas Maret. Saat itu, sembari menunggu projek di Rumah Sakit UNS beliau menjadi pengajar, pembimbing tutorial atau skills lab untuk mahasiswa S1. Jatuh cinta pada peran akademisi, akhirnya beliau mencari beasiswa untuk S2 di Australia. Hingga sampailah beliau di University of Queensland, Brisbane dengan beasiswa AAS. Sempat hampir ditarik kembali jadi dosen plus spesialis, beliau mengaku sudah jatuh cinta dengan research sehingga melanjutkan S3 dengan beasiswa LPDP di University of Melbourne.

Selain keresahan itu yang kami diskusikan, aku terharu akhirnya Allah pertemukan dengan dokter sekaligus researcher yang sepakat bahwa sebagai muslim di bidang ini punya peran yang sangat penting. Kenapa?

"Karena ketika menunjukkan diri sebagai muslim yang taat tapi juga profesional.. nggak kampungan, cerdas, berkelas.. di situlah syiar kita sebagai muslim!"

Pas denger kata 'syiar' langsung merinding dan tertohok karena malu. Kadang peranku sebagai agen muslim masih compang-camping. Padahal dr. Iin, sampai berazam kuat untuk bisa melampaui -- minimal setara -- dalam nilai dengan teman-teman sekelas beliau.

Anyway, hari itu aku diajak berkeliling gedung tempat riset itu (yang ternyata mengembangbiakkan domba di lantai 5 untuk hewan coba..) dan dijelaskan pula project PhD beliau tentang stress-induced eating disorder. Melihat beliau berinteraksi dengan colleagues-nya dengan santun dan ramah. Semua disapa, diajak basa-basi (hehe, aku kok masih suka nggak pede ya sama bule).

Daaan selain itu, aku banyak meminta nasehat termasuk tentang keluarga (hehe). Aku pernah menyaksikan researcher yang menganggap work-life balance itu tidak ada. Lalu mereka yang married to his work. Dan mereka yang keluarganya berantakan, jatuh ke perselingkuhan ketika jadi residen, dan lainnya. Naudzubillahimindzalik.

Padahal, sebagai muslim tentu kita pahami ada porsi-porsi untuk masing-masing aspek. Porsi diri, keluarga, pekerjaan, umat. Sesuatu bernama hak. Yang tentu kuncinya terletak pada porsi diri secara vertikal. Terlepas dari ujian yang akan dialami, tentu kita berikhtiar memaksimalkan setiap peran ini.

Maka sebagai wanita, ada sebuah lisensi penting dalam apa pun itu yaitu ridha suami (kalau belum menikah, ayah). Dr. Iin yakin kalau sudah diizinkan sang suami, maka InsyaAllah urusan-urusan menjadi mengalir. Termasuk tantangan mengurus anak ketiga seorang diri sambil Masters, pengorbanan LDR dengan anak-anak di Solo (InsyaAllah segera menyusul).. alhamdulillah.

Research bagi beliau,

"It's exciting that you'd never know what you can find!"

Tidak perlu jadi orang yang pinter bangeet, tapi masuk ke dunia ini butuh modal persistensi: terus bertanya, mencari jawaban dan troubleshooting ketika data bermasalah.

Aku akhir-akhir ini berpikir.. Betapa banyak, research yang akhirnya malah jadi alat menjatuhkan islam? Yang akhirnya keluar dari makna sesungguhnya? Yang akhirnya jauh dari hikmah dan berorientasi memuaskan ego? Yang akhirnya destruktif bagi alam?

Padahal dalam Islam kita mengenal konsep maqasid syariah, yang jika menurut Prof. Hamid Fahmy Zarkasyi.. kegiatan manusia yang berkait dengan menjaga agama, menjaga jiwa, menjaga akal, menjaga harta, dan menjaga keturunan.. idealnya ditambah: menjaga lingkungan.

Selamat curiga bahwa Anda yang membaca, sedang Allah titipkan pesan. Pesan untuk dipinjam Allah menjadi pionir-pionir research dengan islamic worldview di era ini.

- h.a.

Draft tulisan Desember 2019, yang Allah pertemukan kembali pagi ini ketika menyiapkan materi kemuslimahan #murajaah

Semoga Allah jaga beliau

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madwomanwithawarehouse · 7 days

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Unthinkable 10 Years Day 3: Favorite Episode of Season 2 - "Time of Death"

Okay this is one of my all-time favorite episodes for so many reasons and definitely the one I've rewatched the most ( I'm pretty sure I can quote all of the Felicity/Sara scenes by heart)

This episode explores so many dynamics in so little time, but somehow doesn't come off feeling rushed or overloaded (at least in my opinion). Laurel being angry at everyone, but trying to help her parents get back together, her fight with Oliver in the hallway that feels like the first honest moment they've had in years, and her reconciliation with Sara finally leading to her first AA meeting.

We also get to learn about why Sara looks after Sin (side note: still pissed we got no elaboration on them after s3) and Thea beginning to notice the cracks in Oliver and Moira's relationship

The biggest focus, however, is the changing dynamic in Team Arrow now that Sara has joined full time (and has gotten back together with Oliver), and specifically, how it's affecting Felicity.

We quickly see how well Sara can hold her own against Oliver and Dig at the same time, inter cut with shots of Felicity looking worried, relegated to the sidelines. In the overhead shots you can even see that her computer chair has been moved from its usual spot, showing how displaced she is from her normal routine

They pause and compare scars, but when Felicity offers up her own story, it further reinforces how different she is from her teammates. The same (mildly flirtatious) "You're [still] cute" from Sara that was sweet during their introduction, now feels condescending when Felicity is feeling insecure. Her later attempts to train where she gets her form corrected by Sara brings out her bitter side in a way we haven't seen directed at anyone other than Oliver before, and Sara picks up on something being wrong

Her insecurities about her place on Team Arrow get further compounded with the arrival of the Clock King.

One of my favorite villains mostly due to the fact that his whole timing is everything/clock shtick does not really match his hacking capabilities thematically. He times everything, kills people with clock parts, quotes "tempus fugit", but yeah his thing is that he's a good hacker who robs banks. 10/10 no notes.

This is the first time we've seen Felicity go up against another hacker and well, he bests her, badly. I think what's almost worse is Oliver's complete belief in her abilities to beat him, which just makes her feel even more worthless when she can't and Sara comes up with a lead instead (using her computers). She's been sinking lower and lower into her self doubt and then Tockman blows up [her part of] the lair.

And it's the final straw. She was part of a trio, she was "the girl", (she was even kind of Oliver's "girl"), she had a place, a specialty, she felt like she mattered for the first time in a long time. This also comes only an episode after she reveals that her father abandoned her and her greatest fear is experiencing that again and Moira threatening that she's going to lose Oliver if she reveals Thea's paternity. So it's especially fragile, this state she's in now. Oliver's attention has shifted, 3 becomes 4, her space is not really hers anymore. In her mind, she's no longer special, now she just doesn't fit in. Dig's pep talk comes too late. How can she be irreplaceable if she's already been replaced?

So is it any wonder that she does something reckless to try to regain some control?

Felicity proves her technical prowess by tracking Tockman down and her badassery by taking a bullet for Sara and giving Tockman a taste of his own virus, knocking him out.

Now that she has proven her worth to the team (entirely to herself, as no one else doubted her), the combined efforts of Sara, Oliver, and some "aspirins" are able to raise her spirits the way Dig had earlier. Sara knows just how to compliment her and Oliver reaffirms her place in his life/the team and all is right again with their resident genius.

(And bonus, Sara and Felicity are now forever bonded by the homoerotic nature of life saving and nursing back to health)

All in all, such a good episode with solid character building, real consequences, and a quirky villain that is extra for no discernible reason. Iconic.

#arrow #felicity smoak #sara lance #laurel lance #smoaking canary #olicity #unthinkable 10 years #it's soooooooo good

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thealogie · 6 months

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I remember when even noted johnlockers were like 'actually it's misogynistic to hate Mary' and no one was allowed to dislike her or her impact on the story (this I feel was post the s3 madness and initial hate that aa endured). But now I can say it Proud Mary hater forever she SHOT Sherlock, why were we supposed to feel sympathetic towards her, why did THE WOMAN WHO KILLED SHERLOCK, LITERALLY STOPPED HIS HEART, narrate the end of the show, wh

It could have been awesome if they had made her into a cool villain like moriarty (and she could have still loved John in a “it started out for the mission but now I really love you but we’re on opposite sides” way) or they needed to give her a tragic past in a way that didn’t involve shooting the main character.

But you can’t be like “she shoots the main character for really trivial reasons and justifies it by saying she’d never give up John and then two episodes later she jumps in front of a bullet for sherlock and leaves both of them messages like there was nothing wrong with any of their relationships”

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stars-n-spice · 2 months

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Thoughts on s3 ep10!

Forgot that we were getting two episodes today so when I woke up I was pleasantly surprised and fucking terrified.

Anywho,, spoilers and screaming under the cut!

fucking HATE Hemlock and his stupid aa face

every time he showed up i was like "Fuck you fuck you fuck you"

but LMAOO get fucked, Tarkin had to call in to lecture him about spending so much of the Empire's resources

we're like getting answers but also not getting answers

what the fuck is in the tube thingy???

FUCKING HELL the whole kidnapping force sensitive kids thing is so fucking :((

Fucking Cad Bane man,, back to fucking kidnap kids oh my god

OKAY BUT CAD BANE!!

Smash.

TODO MY BELOVED!!!!

Cad Bane showed up, collected his check and dipped, fucking king

Emerie please please please please do something about everything

I know there's only so much she can do and I fear for her life if she tries anything but oh my god

Those kids?? Jax and Eva?? :(((

"I like your glasses" FUCKING MELTED MY HEART

You guys don't understand,, as a glasses wearer when kids say they like my glasses it's like,, nothing beats that :((

LET THOSE KIDS OUT OH MY GOD

Nala Se talks so funny I love her,, she speaks like she's a character in an indie horror game or something

WHEN EMERIE GAVE EVA THE STRAW LULA PLUSH??? :((

THE FACT THAT SHE KEPT IT???

she misses her sister :(

CID MENTION EWWWW

you don't understand how fucking scared I was when it was implied Clone X (or whatever) was going to go after Phee,,

Also,,, like he started talking and his voice is a lot deeper than I remember?? Just like,, it made me think it's not Tech??

I mean at some points though he DID sound like Crosshair and we already know that Crosshair sounds like Tech sometimes so,,

Idk,, idk,,

I never want to have to see the uglyass mountain face of Tatniss again

#also the music in this episode was really nice #cannot wait for the soundtraack to be out #emerie is so dead though #if she makes it out alive i'm going to be very surprised #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #emerie karr #dr. hemlock #clone x

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royalarmyofoz · 8 months

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you know what else we could of had in aa s3??? katherine getting her drivers licence🥺

#sadie helps her learn the basics; takes her to the dmv; already has a dorky cake and balloons set up at home waiting to congratulate her<3 #sadie x katherine

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homuraakemis · 1 month

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My favorite Dark fanvids - Part 1

JONAS/MARTHA

Jonas & Martha | Bound for eternity. by HelenMand

Jonas & Martha - A Perfect Match by Irina Rusinova

(Dark) Martha & Jonas | silhouettes by Julies

Jonas & Martha | The Night We Met by GlamourStar0x

Dark | Netflix | Goodbye | Jonas and Martha by Forget It

Jonas and Martha // Dynasty (Dark S1,2,3) by Dacg

Losing game||Jonas🤍martha-arcade|DARK by JOYBOY

Flickers (Jonas/Martha - Dark) [Season 3] by briony

sweater weather - jonas & martha by micaela

martha & jonas - everything i wanted [dark] [s3] by Archiekins

Jonas & Martha • One way or another by sigyn27

jonas and martha | but we are the mistake by teamezria53098

Born To Die: Martha and Jonas || DARK [season 3] by Meha Stillmeya

Jonas & Martha - Familiar | Dark by CHET惡

Jonas & Martha | All the things she said by perspƎctive

Jonas and Martha| Six Feet Under by KBPRODUCTIONS

I'm only a fool for you || Jonas & Martha by Ceiwyn

Lovely || Martha and Jonas [S1-S2-S3-SPOILERS] by pau vala

Jonas e Martha - Nós ficamos perfeitos junto. Nunca duvide disso. by AA EDIT

(Dark) Jonas Kahnwald & Martha Nielsen || Remains by 𝐁.𝐊.𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒

Wicked Games - Jonas & Martha - Dark - Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca by whiterose87

The Labyrinth Song [Dark, Jonas/Martha] by falafelfilms1

Jonas & Martha - Adam & Eve | Tribute video | Dark | Tv Show | Channel K Square Tribute by Night King

Jonas and Martha by Arafat Malitha

Jonas x Martha | Dark | Daylight by StrangeOrange

jonas and martha edit - fine line by ancie

Dark - Me and the Devil | Martha and Jonas by Mani Rathnam

Jonas & Martha - Hold On | Dark by nupur

Jonas & Martha - Dark edit by valeoftear

jonas and martha edit // bloodstream by voidemons

Jonas X Martha - Without Me [Dark Netflix] by Metefizique

Jonas & Martha [ Dark ] || Surrender [ + S3 ] ( sub eng + sub ita) by DreamSara1

Jonas and martha/ Another love/ Moonlight by Moonlight

ADAM & EVA || time to say goodbye || DARK S3 SPOILERS by Zuxinha

Jonas & Martha | Surrender | Dark | S3 by sararufus

Jonas & Martha - Get You The Moon by Evan Haze

Jonas & Martha | Let me down slowly by movsrimus

Martha & Jonas 8 by Projeto NEXUS

Jonas ❤ Martha - Back To You [AMV] || Dark || @v3gen3666 by V3 GEN

A Thousand Years | Dark | Jonas & Martha | Twilight | Christina Perri by Cupful

Dark: Jonas & Martha - Lovely by D P A

Jonas and Martha (Dark) - My Immortal by Cerine Sp

Jonas + Martha | Dynasty by Martina Benedetti

Jonas and Martha- Take me to church by mikasa_braun edits

Jonas & Martha / Where's My Love by alexbarrioz

martha & jonas | we're not a good match. by ultraangst

Make you mine | Jonas and Martha #dark #jonas #martha#preset by Perman

Jonas & Martha [ Dark ] - Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin by R U B A I T H

#DARK⚫#Jonas⚪#Marta⚫#Adam⚪#Eva📀Final series, the Dark Eva and Adam best moments/🎶Take Me to Church by GOLDEN MUSIC TV ოქროსფერი TV

Jonas and Martha Dark | Rewrite the stars ✨ by Notion Spell

DARK -Jonas and Martha | Into your Arms | Ava Max by Grinchy Guy

Dark | into your arms | Jonas & Martha #dark #intoyourarms by Mohamed Fayaz

Ed Sheeran - Perfect, Martha & Jonas (Sub. Español) Dark. by minasooul

Martha & Jonas || Falling by elei

Jonas x Martha || We Could Leave by elei

Jonas + Martha (but it's a rom-com) || Dead or Alive – You Spin Me Round by Stranger

Jonas And Martha - Perfect Match by Magic Official Channel

Jonas and Martha || Playing love by Tatiana Marano Edits

Martha X Jonas♥️| dark love story | HEART CANDY by Thangavel K

Martha and Jonas - Can You Feel My Heart by Well Edits

Jonas & Martha | You are a memory by Hanxa

jonas&martha / a glitch in the matrix (their story) by PerfectLife

jonas & martha | a glitch in the matrix [s3] by Delena Fan Girl

jonas&martha - i found love where it wasn't supposed to be - dark by Anna Clara Aquino

Jonas & Martha︱Lovestory︱Dark Netflix by TrailerGen

Ghost in the Machine - Jonas&Martha by lilitifrock

Dark | Jonas & Martha | Perfect Match by Farid Pasha

Dark | Jonas & Martha | We're a Perfect Match (Music Video) by M.G.

NF - If you want love // JONAS & MARTHA (Dark) by Sarthac

Martha&Jonas | Remember To Remember Me by LibertyInfinity

Martha & Jonas - The Birds by shoxbroken

Together we'll be running somewhere new... ? by Lou Nyx

I Don't Deserve You (Jonas & Martha) by Chloi Manon

jonas & martha | lost on you (Türkçe Çeviri) by liv

DARK: Jonas & Martha || A Glitch in The Matrix by Malati Di The Walking Dead

Jonas & Martha | A glitch in a matrix (DARK) by Earwen

Jonas & Martha X Yellow. whatsapp status by Editplus15

D A R K ||Jonas & Martha|| Love💕|Webseries| by Baby bear💞🐻

Jonas & Martha: Die With You by FairyCutie86

DARK || Martha + Jonas || So Fern, So Nah by Cryss

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘 ∣ 𝖏𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖆 ∣ 𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖝 by Alan

DARK | A Glitch in the Matrix by inferno92000

Martha and Jonas/ Dark/ Angel Koda Lyrics Sub Español by Random ML&CV

Jonas and Martha || Dark Netflix by Galaxy Edits

Jonas and Martha || Dark Netflix || #shorts #new #news #newstatus #whatsappstatus #whatsapp by Galaxy Edits

Night We Met || DARK by Skaotic Edits

Jonas and Martha || Always Remember Us This Way || by Wantit T.V

DARK You and I are perfect for each other. Never believe anything else by UCHIHA ITACHI

Jonas and Martha/Secrets by Isombard

Jonas and Martha • Nobody Like You • Dark by EditionMix

'∞' Dark Series Netflix - In the end by BlendSk Mix

Jonas & Martha - Wir Sind Falsch (Dark Netflix Series) by DAN

Ready to Start (Jonas/Martha - Dark) by briony

Adam and Eva : Jonas and Martha Dark season 3 ft Electric love by detheditz

Jonas and Martha | Adam and Eve by Keshav Kashyap

DARK OPENING THEME SONG | good bye whatsapp status | true love whatsapp status | Netflix series by vlovely_ videos

DARK , Season - 3 (Jonas and Martha❤️) by Nikhil S

❤Jonas and Martha❤~|●Dark●|Best WhatsApp Status by Mojo Hub

//whatever happened to the young, young lovers.

#dark netflix #jonas kahnwald #martha nielsen #jonas x martha #my post.#dark fanvid

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spritehouse · 7 months

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It Hurts to Hope for More

read on ao3 here

Prompts: "I'm not as stupid as you think I am" (no. 19), "You will regret touching them" (no. 20), & "Don't move" (no. 21) | @whumptober-archive

⚠️Content Warnings: drug and alcohol addiction + cravings and references/discussion of using both (but no scenes of either) and domestic abuse/violence, including (non-graphic) strangulation Please read responsibly!

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid (main) & Luke Alvez/OFC

Summary: The second time they see each other is the same, just like their first—their real first– “Hey– I– My name’s Spencer, and I’m–” “Hi.” The younger brunette approaches first, finding Luke pouring himself a cup of room-temperature coffee at the refreshment table. “Hey. Spencer, right?” Luke asks as if he hasn’t spent almost every second since the park thinking of him, smiling when he nods. “Want a cup?” Spencer shakes his head, scrunching his nose. “That stuff is gross, and I have a germ thing.” “Yeah, it’s shit,” Luke agrees, sipping his coffee with a grimace, pausing for a beat before making eye contact with Spencer. “Wanna go somewhere better?”

- or, spencer and luke meet around s3 at an AA meeting and get close before luke disappears one day... and reappears 10 years later

The first time they meet, Roxy almost knocks the young, twenty-something Doctor Reid off his feet, Luke chasing her and apologizing profusely–

No.

The first time they meet, strangers locking eyes across the room, Spencer is standing on the stage, stumbling over his words and stuttering through sentences, fumbling with his fingers–

“Hello– Hi, my name is Spencer and I– I’m–”

Freshly sober and craving, desperate, wondering why he’s here instead of in his apartment getting high, floating and forgetting, wishing he was weaker–

“I don’t know what I am.”

And Luke is in the audience, watching a man too young to be an agent, to experience what he has, sipping his shitty coffee silently, nodding because he knows.

But the anonymity of the meetings protects them, letting them keep a safe distance—at an arm’s length, not close enough to let someone with the same self-destructive tendencies touch—the first time they meet is at the park, Roxy almost sweeping Spencer off his feet, then Luke finishing the job with a face the genius can’t forget.

“Sorry, she isn’t usually like this,” Luke apologizes, clipping Roxy’s leash to her collar as she sniffs curiously at the stranger—Spencer, a name he can’t forget, not because of an eidetic memory, but his brilliance and beauty—the younger brunette’s shoulders tensing as she wags her tail. “She’s not aggressive, just too energetic.”

“Dogs don’t usually like me.” He explains, eyeing Roxy apprehensively as she sits beside her owner, whining softly when he pauses. “Can I– Can I pet her? I don't want to upset her–”

“Yeah, of course! She’ll love anyone who feeds her if you want to give her a treat.” Luke offers, Roxy perking up at the mention of food as the younger man shuffles forward, holding his hand out hesitantly.

“Oh, okay,” Spencer nods, taking a treat from Luke and offering it to the dog, watching rigidly while she eats it. “What’s her name?”

“Roxy,” She looks up at Luke as he tosses her another treat, dropping her leash to let her catch it. “And I’m Luke.”

“Spencer,” He smiles, anxiety melting away as he scratches Roxy behind the ear. “Nice to meet you.”

The second time they see each other is the same, just like their first—their real first–

“Hey– I– My name’s Spencer, and I’m–”

“Hi.” The younger brunette approaches first, finding Luke pouring himself a cup of room-temperature coffee at the refreshment table.

“Hey. Spencer, right?” Luke asks as if he hasn’t spent almost every second since the park thinking of him, smiling when he nods. “Want a cup?”

Spencer shakes his head, scrunching his nose.

“That stuff is gross, and I have a germ thing.”

“Yeah, it’s shit,” Luke agrees, sipping his coffee with a grimace, pausing for a beat before making eye contact with Spencer. “Wanna go somewhere better?”

Which is how they end up at an empty 24/7 diner, sharing a slice of pie and drinking too much coffee—one with at least five packets of sugar added to every mug and the other unsweetened—as the sun sets.

“Does it ever get easier?” Spencer asks in a lull between their light conversation. “You know… standing up there, saying it? All that?”

“I don’t know about easier, but you get used to it,” Luke answers honestly, watching his company rub his knuckles together with a hum, studying the people passing on the street.

“How’s Roxy?”

“She’s good; we went on a run this morning, which she loves. It’s been a while since I had time to take her out for a few hours.” Spencer nods, finishing his cup of coffee. “Do you have any pets?”

“I can barely take care of myself.” Spencer scoffs, pouring another cup before grabbing a handful of sugar packets.

“It can help, having something else to take care of; you have to get up for them—forces you to have a routine—and they’ll keep you company,” Luke offers. “I got Roxy after I came back from Iraq.”

“You served?”

“75th Rangers,” He nods. “One of my specialties was animal training, which helped, and she helps with panic attacks.” Luke pauses before adding, “And cats are pretty low maintenance since dogs don’t like you.”

“They poop in a box.”

“And they’re some of the cleanest pets,” The older brunette chuckles. “They’re independent and can be largely left alone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start.” Spencer shakes his head.

“I’m not gonna push, but I can help if you’re not opposed–”

Spencer’s phone cuts him off, rings cutting through the timeless bubble around their booth, making the younger man frown.

“Sorry, I have to–”

“Go,” Luke waves him off. “I’ve got it. Go catch a killer.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Next time, then.” Spencer stands, grabbing his coat, then pauses, smiling with a sudden rush of courage coursing through him, heart skipping a beat.

“It’s a date.”

It’s been a week.

“Hey! Boy Wonder! What brings you to my cave of wonders?”

Spencer prides himself in his intellect; that’s no secret.

“Garcia, I need your powers for something… personal…”

An IQ of 187, three PhDs, two BAs, and an eidetic memory–

“I need to get someone’s number.”

–means nothing, he’s learned, when he meets someone who makes him stumble over his words, racing thoughts stuck in his throat, butterflies building in his stomach like a high schooler, forgetting to ask for their number.

“His name is–”

He told himself he wouldn’t ask Penelope—that would be invasive and creepy—that he would ask next time they talked, but it’s been ten days since the team returned to Quantico, and he hasn’t seen the man who has him overthinking more than usual, somehow, revisiting and revising every conversation, they’ve had–

“Hey, you’ve reached Luke Alvez–”

–but, genius or not, he’s also desperate and helplessly head-over-heels for him.

“Hello– Hi, Luke. Hey, it’s Spencer–”

Derek is never going to let him live this down.

It’s another three days until they see each other again, Spencer sitting in the same booth at the diner, tapping his fingers against the table as he waits.

“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Luke–” He stands, stopping when they make eye contact, updating every inch of Luke’s face in his memory.

He looks like shit, eye bags dark and heavy around exhausted eyes, shoulders slumped and self-conscious–

“What happened?” Spencer reaches out instinctively, fingers brushing across a dark bruise on his friend’s cheek, pulling his hand away from the black and blue skin when he flinches.

“Sorry, I– I don’t like people touching my face,” Luke says quickly, shaking his head as he sits on his side of the booth before the young brunette can process or profile his reaction. “I had to break up an argument between some friends at the bar; perks of being the sober one.”

“Right… yeah,” Spencer nods, sliding into his seat again. “Look, I’m sorry if I scared you off–”

“It’s not that, I promise,” Luke cuts him off. “I haven’t been honest, and I think I gave you the wrong idea. I’m sorry.” He pauses, taking a deep breath and leaning forward. “I have a girlfriend. We were taking a break when we met—I messed up, and she was mad at me—but she reached out and accepted my apology while you were away, and I’ve spent this week trying to make it up to her. I’m sorry. I know it’s not an excuse to lead you on like that–”

“It’s okay,” Spencer says quickly, slipping into his mask of professionalism as the older man speaks. “You weren’t leading me on, and I’m sorry for assuming. I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to–”

“Luke,” The younger brunette reaches out, hesitating, hand hovering over his, biting his bottom lip for a second before pulling away, making eye contact with him. “I like spending time with you and talking to you, and it’s nice to have someone who understands my shit. I want to be your friend if you want that; that’s all.”

“Okay,” Luke nods, his grin making Spencer’s heart flutter, smiling to match his mood. “I– Thank you, Spence–” His stomach sinks as the nickname slips past Luke’s lips. “You’re the best.”

The next time they crash together, like waves colliding against the shore, complicating the steady relationship– friendship they’ve built, it’s after midnight months later, Luke’s phone ringing, making his girlfriend groan, covering her head with her pillow.

“Alvez–”

“Luke?” Spencer’s voice is small, cracking as he speaks, making Luke shoot up, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he gets out of bed.

“Spencer? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No– No, I fucked up. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called–”

“No, no, it’s okay, Spence. It’s okay. Just stay on the line. Okay? Keep talking to me. Can you do that?” He stumbles through the dark, grabbing a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt as he listens to Spencer’s quiet sobs, covering his mic to mumble an apology, ignoring Kate’s pointed glares, before leaving the room.

“–Sorry. I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay, Spence. You don’t have to apologize–”

“–it’s stupid. I’m sorry–”

“It’s not stupid, Spence, you’re hurting, and I’m sorry you’re going through this; it sucks, but I’m glad you called.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Spence. We’re friends, and I want to help you. Can you tell me where you are?”

There’s a pause, anxiety building in Luke’s stomach, threatening to overflow into his throat as he starts his car before his phone vibrates, his friend’s location appearing on his map.

“Okay, Spence, I’m on my way. Keep talking to me; tell me about the origins of Halloween or something—just let me hear that beautiful voice. I’m coming.”

He finds Spencer near the park where they met, the younger brunette curled up on the curb, clutching his phone with trembling hands like a lifeline.

“Spence–”

He stands, almost running to Luke, shoving a plastic bag into his hands before stumbling back, shaking as he stares at his friend, studying his reaction.

“Thank you,” Luke speaks softly, breaking the suffocating self-hatred hanging around Spencer, tucking the baggy into his pocket. “Thank you for calling me.”

“I don’t want to be here,” Spencer whispers, eyes glued to the ground, shuffling forward until he’s leaning into Luke’s arms, burying his face in his friend’s sweatshirt. “I want it to stop.”

“I know. I know, Spence. I’m sorry,” Luke sighs, holding him against his chest. “Why don’t we go back to your place–”

Spencer shakes his head.

“I don’t wanna go home… please…”

“Okay,” The older man nods, gently leading Spencer to his car. “Okay, we’ll go to mine—I’ll talk to Kate—it’ll be okay, Spence. It’s okay.”

The drive is quiet, Spencer leaning against the door, watching the world go by, Luke glancing at him at red lights and stop signs, heart racing, roaring in his ears. Spencer’s been to his apartment once while Kate was away, but they’ve never met; she doesn’t even know he exists.

“Is this okay?” The younger man asks when they arrive, watching his friend lean back, taking a deep breath, attempting to steady himself.

“Yeah– Yes. It’s fine. Kate has an early meeting tomorrow morning, so she might not be thrilled about this–” That’s probably the biggest understatement of the century, but Spencer’s guard is down, letting the lie slip past with ease. “–but she’ll understand.”

She won’t do anything stupid with someone over, Luke hopes, holding his breath as he gets out of the car.

“Sorry, I’ll try to be quiet.” Spencer frowns, following his friend, leaning against Luke as he drapes an arm around the younger brunette’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, Spence, really; she’ll understand.”

Spencer hums, following him to the door like a lost puppy—shaking mostly subsided as they enter the apartment.

“Kate?”

All of the lights in the kitchen are on, illuminating a woman with pale skin and blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail waiting for them, watching her boyfriend and a stranger walk in, Luke locking the door behind them.

“Hey–”

She stops him before he can hug her, holding up a hand, an open beer bottle in her grasp.

“It’s one in the morning, Luke,” She turns, looking around Luke, making eye contact with Spencer. “And who’re you?”

“I’m–”

“Kate, this is Spencer, my friend—we met at the park. Spencer, this is Kate, my girlfriend.”

Clear-headed or not, Spencer can profile the blonde easily—how she holds herself with an air of superiority, head held high, shoulders stiff—and Luke’s posture changing in response, leaning forward, shrinking in on himself.

He’s seen this dynamic before.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry for calling so late–”

“You’re okay, Spence–” Kate raises an eyebrow as the nickname slips past Luke’s lips, mouth pressed into a firm line. “Why don’t you wait in the living room? I’ll grab some blankets for you on my way back.”

“Are you sure–?”

“Spencer.” They make eye contact, wide eyes silently pleading with Spencer to leave the room, his heart pounding, every instinct telling him something is wrong, alarms going off in his head.

“Okay,” He relents, seeing the desperation in his friend’s face. “I’ll be in the living room… thanks…”

“Where’d you two meet?” Kate asks, crossing her arms, when Spencer leaves.

“Kate–”

“Luke.”

“An AA meeting.” He finally surrenders with a sigh, watching his girlfriend scowl.

“You brought an addict into our apartment and didn’t think to ask me first?”

“I’m an addict–”

“You like alcohol; you aren’t a fucking junkie–”

“He’s my friend,” Luke spits through grit teeth. “And you can say whatever you want about me, but you will not say that shit about him.” He stands up straight, staring at Kate, challenging her.

Above all else, Luke is a protector, even if it means taking the fall for a friend.

“We’ll talk more later,” Kate responds, her voice low and dangerous, a threat. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t be loud.”

The second to last time they see each other, it’s at the same diner, talking over pie and coffee again as the sun sets, light laughter filling the air between them.

“I’ve missed this,” Spence says between strings of small talk, smiling, despite what’s about to happen—what he’s about to do—practiced words perched on his tongue, lingering on his lips, waiting to be breathed to life. “I’ve missed you.”

Luke’s been pulling away.

It’s hard to miss; how he stopped staying after meetings for shitty coffee and conversation, slowly at first, then disappearing from them, telling Spencer he found a different group that fit his schedule, then stopped answering his friend’s texts and calls, only reaching out to say he’s busy or cancel plans, and Spencer wants to deny it—he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, making it real—but Luke is slipping through his fingers, almost lost to the sea of faces that have left the genius.

“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t been available recently; life’s been pretty hectic.” Spencer nods, sipping his coffee before setting his mug down with a soft thud.

“How’s Kate?”

His silence is sharp—painful—like inhaling in the cold that brings frost-bitten faces and frozen fingers too fast, lungs aching and protesting something so human, the very thing keeping you alive.

“Spencer–”

“Luke,” Spencer reaches out—towards his friend’s hands resting on the table—stopping when Luke pulls away, looking out the window to his right. “I’m worried about you–”

“Don’t. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Luke–”

“She’s my girlfriend and my best friend, Spencer—we grew up together—she knows me–”

“I’m worried about your sobriety.”

The older man freezes, frowning, before taking a deep breath.

“Don’t.”

He might not be a profiler, but he knows how to get in someone’s head.

“I’m not some fucked up addict like you–”

The words still sting, even if Spencer understands he doesn’t mean it, that Luke is just afraid, saying whatever he can to get him to back off.

“I’m not going to drink myself to death,” His words are like venom on his lips, bitter as they bleed together into a twisted knot of deflected vulnerability. “And I might not be a genius, but I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Spencer. I know you want to be more than friends; I just didn’t think you’d go this far to try to get it.”

“Luke, please–”

“You don’t love me; you’re just scared of being alone,” Luke stands, grabbing his jacket before pushing the bill to Spencer. “You owe me one.”

“It’s a date.”

“Bye, Spencer; I’ll see you around.”

The last time they see each other, it goes like this:

It’s the night after Luke left Spencer in that diner, the younger brunette sitting on his couch, letting himself sink in his self-pity, replaying every memory of them when a knock echoes through his empty apartment.

“Luke–?”

“I’m sorry,” He freezes, taking sight of his friend, eyes bloodshot and unfocuses, flitting back and forth, cheeks red and tear-stained, and the bruises, black and blue blooming around his neck in a shape Spencer knows all too well, ones he’s seen enough of to imagine her hands around his throat, squeezing– “–sorry. I’m so sorry–”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Luke,” Spencer pulls himself out of his head, leading Luke inside, locking the door behind them. “It’s okay, Luke. I’m not mad; I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” His voice is hoarse and rapidly fading, pain seeping through with every syllable as he repeats himself, chanting apologies like a mantra as if saying it enough will erase whatever happened in the last 24 hours. “I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay, Luke. Look at me,” Spencer can’t stop himself before he reaches out, cupping Luke’s face, almost choking on a sob when he flinches away almost violently–

“I don’t like people touching my face.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Luke; I’m not going to hurt you–” He pauses, frowning when his friend doesn’t react, realizing he’s not conscious, not completely, drifting in a daze, apologies dying before they leave his lips. “Okay, let’s get you to the couch. I’m going to touch you now; is that okay?”

He doesn’t react as Spencer steps forward, gently threading their fingers together to lead Luke into the living room, grabbing a blanket to wrap around his shoulders before sitting him on the sofa.

“Luke,” The younger brunette kneels in front of him, holding his hands as he speaks. “Can you hear me?”

“You were right. I’m sorry,” Luke whispers, leaning forward into his friend’s arms, shaking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay; I’m not upset,” Spencer assures him, settling beside him and letting him lean on his shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re safe; I’m not mad.”

“I’m so stupid. I’m sorry–”

“No. Luke, listen to me. None of this is your fault. Okay? You’re not stupid—you loved and trusted her—that’s not your fault. Do you hear me? It’s not your fault.”

Luke nods, letting his eyes flutter closed as he lays his head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Sorry, I haven’t slept…”

“It’s okay; I’ve got you,” The younger man whispers, resting a gentle hand on his head. “Get some rest. I’ll be here the whole time.”

Spencer doesn’t remember when he fell asleep that night, drifting off with Luke in his arms, the time blurring and bleeding together, concern watering down usually vivid memories, his focus fixed on his friend, not the fine details.

But he remembers waking up alone.

He remembers waking up without Luke, a blanket draped over him with care, his friend’s phone waiting on the coffee table for him to find.

Spencer remembers, down to the second, when he realized he had let Luke slip out of his grasp, disappearing into a distant memory.

They meet again for the first time almost ten years later, two familiar figures changed with time, Spencer growing into suits and himself, standing a little taller than he did a decade ago, walking into the conference room and freezing when eyes—still tired but shining in a way they lacked when he was twenty-six—find his–

“Luke?”

He’s different too, more relaxed, sure of himself, his hair longer and a beard where stubble sat, but undeniably him—the man from memories faded with time but never forgotten.

“Spencer.”

Behind him, Hotch raises an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold silently.

“You– You’re here– Why are you here?”

“I’m helping with your escaped serial killer problem.” He holds up a folder, something silver catching Spencer’s eye.

“That’s new.” The younger brunette’s eyes follow his hand, staring at the silver band around Luke’s finger.

“Oh, yeah, um,” He hesitates, fidgeting with the ring. “It’s a… new development…”

Spencer frowns, studying him, eyes unconsciously falling to Luke’s neck, finding a new scar against his skin.

“Right… I bet she isn’t used to it yet.”

Hotch clears his throat as the older brunette’s hand covers the side of his neck, jaw clenched, breaking the unwavering eye contact that would’ve made Spencer’s skin crawl before, both agents turning to the unit chief.

“Reid, Agent Alvez was part of the team that took down our killer, Daniel Cullen, and will be assisting on this case. Will that be a problem for you?”

“No, sir,” Spencer shakes his head, voice and shoulders stiffening. “Sorry.”

“Luke,” Spencer catches the older agent walking to the elevator after the case. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier; I was just… surprised. As long as you’re happy and safe, I’m happy for you.”

“I am, and I’m sorry for ghosting you like that—it was a pretty fucked up time–”

“She almost killed you.” Spencer wants to argue, holding his tongue as Luke speaks.

“And you didn’t deserve that, but things are better now. Kate’s sober and in therapy, and she’s doing better; it’s good.”

“Good– That’s great. I’m glad,” Spencer smiles, ignoring how his gut twists, alarm bells echoing through his head. “And I heard about the job; congratulations,” He pauses, biting his bottom lip and sliding his hands into his pockets, sighing. “Can we… be friends again?”

“Of course, man. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

They grow close again, spending days off at the park and nights at the younger agent’s apartment or the diner, catching up after ten years apart, sharing the good and the bad, the strip of silver around Luke’s finger reminding Spencer of that night, memories replaying in his head.

“It’s not a wedding band; we aren’t married,” Luke says one night, catching Spencer staring at it. “She doesn’t want to.”

“I thought you did.”

“I want a huge wedding with all of my family and friends there,” Luke told Spencer one night, talking about how they imagined their futures. “I’ve wanted it ever since I was a kid.”

“I want her to be happy,” He shrugs instead, “I don’t need it.”

Spencer sighs, pushing the empty pie plate to the end of the table before folding his hands calmly, keeping them in Luke’s sight.

“Luke,” He tried to leave it alone, afraid of driving his friend away again, leaving him alone if– when he’ll help again, but Spencer can’t ignore his instincts forever. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but I’m still worried about you with her–”

“Spencer–”

“That’s all I’m going to say—I’m not telling you to leave her or that I think she’s going to hurt you—I just want you to know that I’ll be here, no questions asked, even if it doesn’t involve her, I’ve got your back.”

Luke nods, staying silent as he stares at his friend.

“Thanks, Spence,” He says after a second, smiling softly, making Spencer’s heart flutter the same way it did when they first met. “Thank you.”

It happens a year later, after Mexico and prison, Cat Adams and Scratch, after their jobs turn everything upside down.

“I’ve been craving a lot recently,” Luke says in the silence sitting between them, two forks poking at a slice of pie. “These past few months have…”

“Yeah,” Spencer agrees when his friend trails off, finishing his third cup of coffee that night. “But we’re both here and sober; that’s something.”

There’s a pregnant pause, hesitation hanging in the air of the quiet diner as Luke looks down at his drink.

“Kate isn’t.” He says softly, Spencer’s eyes widening at the admission.

“When– Why didn’t you–?”

“You were in prison, Spence. I didn’t want to worry you, and you couldn’t have done anything anyway; I’m sorry–”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, I promise. I’m not mad.” Spencer assures him, rubbing his knuckles together and watching someone standing on the street outside. “Has she…?”

Luke nods, rubbing the side of his neck, fingers tracing the scar across the skin there.

“Okay,” Spencer sighs, leaning forward, placing his hands, palms up on the table between them—an offering. “How can I help?”

“I–” Luke swallows, looking around before placing his trembling hands in Spencer’s, letting him hold them gently. “I’m scared. I want to leave, but I’m so scared, Spence. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Is she home right now?” Luke shakes his head. “Okay. We can go to your apartment and get some things, and you can stay with me for as long as you need. She won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Spencer squeezes his hands, watching Luke’s shoulders shake, jaw clenched as he processes everything.

“Okay,” He breathes softly, nodding. “Okay, yeah– yes. Let’s do it.”

“What about Roxy? Does your apartment allow pets?” Luke asks, hands shaking as he grabs Roxy’s things, flinching when he drops her bowl while trying to pack it.

“It does, and if you ever need a break, I know Penelope would be more than happy to take care of her,” Spencer assures him, gently taking Luke’s bag from his tense, trembling grip before picking up the bowl. “We’ll figure everything out–”

“What if she shows up at your apartment?”

“Then I’ll take care of her. She won’t touch you,” Spencer says, tossing Roxy a treat as Luke stuffs a few of her toys into the bag. “And she can’t show up at work; I can tell security to arrest her if she does if you want.”

Luke doesn’t respond, shrugging as he disappears into the bedroom, the younger brunette listening to him dig through his drawers.

“Doctor Reid.”

The door shuts loudly behind her, Roxy growling as Spencer turns around.

“Kate,” He slides his hands into his pockets casually, feigning politeness, eyes fixed on her as he steps between the blonde and the bedroom door. “Nice to see you again.”

“Where’s Luke?” She clenches her jaw, stepping toward Spencer until he stops her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t move.” He speaks in her ear, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with disdain, daring her to fight him. “Here’s what’s going to happen; you are going to stay out here– or better yet, you are going to leave until we are gone, and you’re not going to follow us or try to contact him or any of his friends and family again, or I’ll make you regret ever touching him. I will have you arrested for any charges I can get to stick, and then I’ll stick you in the same jail as a serial killer who is obsessed with me and call in a few favors. Do you understand?”

She nods silently, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Good,” He forces her hand open, dropping a silver ring in her palm before pushing her, sending Kate stumbling back. “Get out of here.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Luke emerges from his room with a suitcase, patting Roxy on the head. “All of this is my shit; I’m sorry I dragged you into it–”

“I wanted to,” Spencer assures him, shaking his head. “I’m sorry if I went a bit overboard, but I’m not sorry for helping you with this. You’re my friend, and you deserve to be safe and happy–”

“I love you,” Luke cuts him off, his heart racing, blood roaring in his ears as he blurts out the words that have sat on his tongue for so long. “As a friend, yes—you’re my best friend, Spence—but almost more than that, and I know this is really, really shitty timing, and neither of us is in the right place to start anything, if there is anything to start, but I have to tell you before I move in with you, and if you don’t want to–”“I love you too,” Spencer says, surprisingly calm, despite the sirens screaming through his skin, thoughts shutting down as he speaks. “And I agree, we aren’t in any position to start anything, but I do, and we have six months to figure it– us out before we have to go back to work, and I don’t care if nothing happens between us, I just need you to know that I love you. I love you, Luke, and I have loved you for so long, and I want to wake up next to you and get a fucking cat with you. I love you.”

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do you think we will have both a buck and a bobby breakdown in season 6b? bobby wasn't exactly doing good either

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask.

TBH, I never assume that a storyline is necessarily headed for a breakdown. Sometimes it does, but not always. Just look at the past seasons of 911, we do have storylines that were dramatic, and still wrapped up without this particular element. I do think Buck's storyline this season might, there are a lot of elements that can point in that direction, most of all the fact that Buck is clearly lost and doesn't know what he wants or where his happiness lies, while also making huge life changing decisions before figuring it all out.

That being said, I don't tend Bobby would have a breakdown. Those usually come when someone's losing their grip on their life or a very meaningful part of it. Think of Hen in s3, she felt she accidentally killed a girl, which conflicted directly with her view of herself as someone saving lives, not taking them. It called into question her vocation in life, and that's a huge thing to lose, so we see her breaking down when she can't even be a medic and try to save the girl in the moments after the accident happened. Same goes for Eddie in s5, his emotional issues lead to him feeling like he can't do his job anymore, and he also has moments (especially in 510) where he feels like he's failing as a dad. Those are basically the only two things that matter in his life, Chris and firefighting.

That's not the case with Bobby, at least currently (you can compare it to his breakdown in s1), he has a wife, he has step kids, he has a job in which he excels in spite of bumps along the way, and the storyline we see unfold with his deceased AA mentor is not one that's his fault in any way. We've seen him grapple with more than that in seasons 4 and 5, and he didn't have a breakdown. If something happens to Buck on the job, that might badly affect him, but as far as we can tell, not enough to stop his pursuit of finding out what happened to his friend. So cautiously, and with the understanding that I might be very wrong in how I read the summary for 610, I don't see a breakdown in Bobby's immediate future.

Have a good day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

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