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Kitchen Concerts.

In which you catch Luke singing in the kitchen while making dinner when you come home from work, and he’s absolutely mortified.

a/n: hi guys! this is a one shot based off of this headcanon i received– hope you all like it! sorry it’s short. also i couldn’t find a gif i liked so we’re stuck with a boring old beautiful picture of my boyfriend for now /:

Luke dumped the uncooked pasta into a pot of water on the stove and turned around to start getting the rest of the things out that he would need to make dinner. You had been at work since 5 am and were coming home around 5 pm, and he knew you would probably be hungry upon arrival.

Luke preferred to have some background noise while he cooked, and since there was nothing on tv he opened up Spotify on the computer and began to play a song he’d heard on the radio. It wasn’t the best, but was catchy and his guilty pleasure so he turned it up and carried on with making dinner.

Meanwhile, you were making your way up the steps of the apartment building to the third floor where your flat was. You heard music playing as you approached the front door and your tired eyes opened a little wider, you went into the apartment and followed the sound of the music to the kitchen where you were met with the funniest sight.

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im super into criminal minds rn !! im not usually too keen on crime shows but this one stuck to me cause the characters are so great ,, theyre all like a family and i really enjoy their interactions (as well as the cast, who are also great people !)

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Imagine: Reid trying to convince you that therapy will be good for you.

[gif of Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds talking quickly as he looks to the ground]

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 13

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

 Bill Withers’ “Aint No Sunshine”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating: Mature

A/N: This is seriously hard to wrap up guys. I appreciate you all reading this far. Get those tissues ready! Warnings: Slightly public Smut and this is SUPER long. xoxo Stu

I do not own the lyrics, images or characters from the show.

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This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but you were no longer in pain.

“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.

“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”

“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.

“You have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted because that line was too good to leave there.

“But Sir-sir, I thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice. He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy pun.

“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”

“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.

“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.

“Oh, good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.

“She was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”

You yawned into your left hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.


Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day

The semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?

You immediately left the cafe where you and your small group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard.  The rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would never receive the letter.

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anonymous asked:

a thing about race in America, it literally makes no fucking sense why people are grouped this way, especially if you look at the history of who could and could not legally be considered white in this country, it's so weird lol. but at the same time race plays a huge part in American culture, particularly in regards toward racial injustice, so it's kinda a big deal because it impacts people's lives in many ways, but at the same time it doesn't make sense

It’s just wild, like you literally do not see it happen anywhere else on earth. Like okay, when we do a census we have to say if we’re British Irish/Caribbean/Chinese/Japanese/Black British etc etc, but in the day to day, we don’t say “I’m African British” or “I’m Asian British” - we’re just British. We still embrace our heritages and whatever culture comes with that, be it Indian, Chinese, Japanese, whatever part of Africa you may have links to, its embraced but people don’t refer to themselves the way you guys say “African American” or “Asian American” etc.

And from what I know of the rest of Europe and places like Australia and New Zealand, it’s not really a thing there either. I don’t know about Canada but I don’t think it’s a big thing there either. It’s a very American thing to do, and it feels like a really bizarre thing to do when you think about it. It makes the population feel divided even when you talk about it. Like white people just get to be American, but you gotta specify that black people are African American etc?

idk, I guess it’s just a difference between America and the rest of the world, I personally would feel like i was being almost symbolically segregated from others if it became the norm to refer to white people as British, and all other ethnicities got put under the umbrella of “British African” or “British Asian”. Especially because my background is Irish, Caribbean and Indian like,,,,where the fuck am i supposed to go under ur weird umbrella terms.

Notes from Batdad

-The No-Kill rule is not “More like a guideline than an actual rule” Jason. Stop telling Damian that.

-The Batmobile is not for joyriding. 

-The Batmobile is not for “picking up chicks”.

-The Batmobile is not for giving Damian driving lessons.

-None of you are allowed to drive the Batmobile. Ever.

-Tim is not a toy.

-Patrol is not for gossiping about which of the super criminals are dating.

-Glitter bombs are not and will never be standard equipment.

-Stop trying to one-up each other on how much tragedy you’ve gone through. It’s distracting.

-Just because Edward Nigma has reformed does not mean you can invite him over for Trivial Pursuit night.

-The costumes are not for getting a drink discount at the Iceberg Lounge.

-Most of you aren’t even legally allowed to drink.

-The next person who calls me a player or a manwhore is grounded. Yes, even you Dick.

-Stealing the tires from the Batmobile is not an acceptable Father’s Day present.

Imagine finding out about Tony’s parents

Part 1- Imagine seeing Bucky pull Steve from the water   

Part 2 - Imagine waiting for Steve to wake up

Part 3- Imagine being there when Steve finally talks to Bucky

Part 4- Imagine being in the car with Bucky and Sam

Part 5 - Imagine helping Steve & Bucky escape the airport

Part 6 Imagine telling Tony where Steve was

Part 7 - Imagine Steve busting you out

Part 8 Imagine finding out about Tony’s parents

Part 9 - Imagine being in Wakanda with Steve and Bucky

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Missing You (Aaron Hotchner Imagine)

Warnings: Pretty smutty :3

It’s hard to love someone who’s gone all of the time. Add two people who are gone and you’d think it would be harder.

Surprisingly, it’s not as hard as you would think.

It was 3 years ago when you had met your beloved boyfriend. You lived a few hours away from Quantico and his team was sent in for a case nearby. The unsub was a man who left bodies beaten, bloody and eyeless hung among trees by their arms, nails jabbed into each side of their necks. You had heard about the case but didn’t think much of it, you’re job taking priority of your thoughts. You were one of the top of your division at the asylum you worked at, interviewing patients.

That was how you two had met.

It was just another day at the asylum and you had just finished an interview with one of your patients when one of your subordinates said the FBI wanted to speak with you. You raised your eyebrow but placed the file on the huge pile on your desk, greeting the team as you closed the door behind you. There he was in his clean cut suit (which you found out later on in your relationship that he basically lived in them) and a serious expression on his face. He debriefed you quickly, informing you on their profile which stated that the unsub was a man who was a former patient at your asylum. It was all business, the only thing you two wanting to do was catch this unsub as soon as possible. You had led the team into your personal office and gave their technical analyst, Penelope into the files that were on your computer.

“Are these all your patients?” the perky blonde had asked through the phone and you cracked a smile. “There are like hundreds!”

“My specialty.” you bragged a bit, adding a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders and the team nodding in acknowledgement.

“You, my pretty little kitty, must be a keeper for the man you come home to.”

“I suppose if I had a man for that.” you giggled, a slight blush on your cheeks and you watched the team's’ surprise. Hours later, millions of files were read through and you all finally had pinned the unsub down to 3 potential suspects. Another hour or so and he was caught, the team returning him back to the asylum where you had belonged.

When they had wheeled him in, tied in a straitjacket, you were waiting there, his file in hand. His eyes landed on you and you tried not to smirk at the way his eyes showed his fear.

“Hello, Mr. Jeckel, a pleasure to have you back.” you said sweetly, writing into the file and you watched him tremble in his place.

“N-No! I’ll go anywhere but here! Please!” he cried, but I ordered him away. “SHE’LL KILL ME!”

“Only in your nightmares.” I breathed and they raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m sorry but what we do in my division of the asylum is classified. Just know that it is legal. Thank you all for your hard work.” You all shook hands, you and Aaron holding on a little bit longer, before they left and you went back to work.

Now here you were, 3 years later, still in the same loving relationship you were in years ago, since that night that Aaron had returned to you. You were working a late night and he was being the sweet man he was, bringing you coffee and some dinner since he and the team didn’t leave till the next morning. Much has happened since then and while you still worked in the asylum, you had  moved into an apartment complex with Aaron, and Jack (who you met several times throughout the years and he just adored you).

Aaron was off on another case and Jack was sleeping over at a friend’s house, which left you alone to catch up on the files you have yet to finish.

“You sure you’ll be fine, Y/N?” Jessica, Jack’s aunt had asked her nearly an hour before and you had nodded from your place on the sofa, a reassuring smile on your lips.

“Yes, I’m sure. You spend some time with your father, I’ll pick up Jack in the afternoon.” you said and she nodded, giving you grateful smile before walking out the door. You eventually moved yourself to the bedroom, the couch becoming too uncomfortable so you laid your files along the comforter and sat against the headboard, coffee in hand.

Eventually sleepiness was too much to fight and you ended up falling asleep, curled up among your files. Aaron had come home a couple of hours later and he loosened his tie, placing his briefcase on the floor and his jacket on a chair. He knew Jack was gone so he went straight to his bedroom, his eyebrow raising as he saw you laying there. Moving your files into a pile before moving into your bag and quickly changed, ready to get some sleep when he noticed what you were wearing. You were curled up in a ball but he could still see that you were wearing one of his shirts, which went down to your thighs. His cheeks reddened a bit at you bare legs - you weren’t wearing pants - and he sighed, slowly crawling into bed. He laid on his side, his hand going up to move some hair from your face, your nose scrunching up with his cold fingers. He smiled but couldn’t help himself, pulling you close. You wiggled a bit, feeling his arms around you and you slowly started to wake up as you felt his hand travel around to your chest, your eyes slowly opening.

“Aaron…?” you mumbled but you jumped when you felt his other hand move further down you body. “A-Aaron.” you breathed, your body curling up against his back and you sighed, his fingers playing your body like an instrument. Your breathes turned into pants and you groaned as you felt him hover over your body, which laid on its stomach on the bed. His lips kissed at your shoulder and you could feel him through his pants against your bum, his hands moving slower as your stomach tightened.

“Aa-Aaron, not tonight…” you breathed but he wasn’t listening. “I’m tired.”

“I know, it’s alright, you don’t have to wake up.” he whispered and you gasped as you felt him push inside you with no warning. He groaned against your shoulder as he slowly began to move, your hand clutching onto the comforter. You moaned as his pace quickened, your cheeks reddening as his hand gripped tightly on your hip.

“Aaron!” you cried slightly, one of your legs twitching and he paused for a moment before carefully grabbing your leg. You moaned, louder than before, as he slowly turned you onto your back, still inside you and continued to pound into you. The pants and moans got louder, the two of you calling out to each other and you opened your eyes, meeting his.

“I love you.” he managed to get out and you sighed, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. There was a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach and your lips parted, your tongue poking out slightly.

“God, I love you too.” you breathed and he kissed you, clinging onto each other as you two reached your highs. You both moaned out as you released together, his hand coming between your bodies to help you move through it, sharing another kiss before he fell onto you softly, still panting.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly and you nodded, but you were even more exhausted than you already were. He slowly pulled out of you and you groaned at the loss of contact, making him chuckle softly. He got up, leaving the room for a few moments before returning with a damp towel, making you jump as he began to clean you up.

“Can you call in tomorrow?” You asked tiredly when he laid next to you and he thought for a moment before nodding. “Really?”

“I think so. It’s our anniversary, so I’m sure the team can handle without me.” he smiled and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

“Can we cuddle?” he chuckled, nodding again but you didn’t move.

“I believe you need to move if you want me to hold you.” he joked and you groaned as you tried to move your body. “You’re so adorable, sweetheart.” his hand grabbed yours and you groaned again as he quickly but carefully pulled your body so that it was tucked comfortably into his sign. This was one of the many things you loved about your boyfriend: he knew exactly how you loved to cuddle. Once your hand was placed on his chest, he took hold of your thigh, pulling it over one of his legs, pulling you closer with his other arm which was beneath you. You smiled tiredly, looking up at him and he returned the gesture, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Hey, Aaron?” you mumbled, your eyes slowly opening and closing, tiredness taking over once again and he looked down at you.

“Yes?”

“Next time….can I have more of warning?” he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips but you were asleep seconds later, making his smile widen.

“I’ll think about it.” he whispered, kissing your lips again before his eyes closed as well.

Megamind is stalking Roxanne walking down the street. He’s in a safe distance not to be seen, but close enough to pounce when the moment is just right.

Suddenly, down the road, theres a car, speeding down in illegal speed and coming straight towards Roxanne who doesnt seem to notice.
No, she’s got her focus on the papers in her hands. 

“ROXANNE!!” Megamind yells in a panicked frightful roar, as he sprints with legs of their own will, and tackles Roxanne in he air—just precisely managing to move her out of the way of the unforgiving speedster, who instead crashes straight into the building of the sidewalk instead. 

Megamind and Roxanne lie panting on the pavement, with Megaminds arms tightly gripping Roxanne. 
Her eyes meet his, surprised by seeing green and blue rather than blue and beige like the hero she knows. “Wa–yne?”

She opens her mouth to say something else, but gets interrupted by sirens of the police cars that had been following the car in pursuit. 

Megamind stands up with shaking legs, still rushing with adrenaline. The side of his face bleeding from scraping against the pavement, along with torn up pieces of his suit on the same side as the wounded cheek. He looks at her with the face of a deer caught in headlights, and then stumbles back and disappears back into hiding. 

The cops, not having seen Megamind’s heroic act, rushes towards Roxanne and helps her up and asks her if she’s okay.

But she’s not. Megamind, criminal super genius and master of all villainy just saved her life and risked his own by doing so—-and no one will ever believe her.

my mom was telling me about this lawyer she works with and she said he likes to make jokes at the most inappropriate times and once in the middle of open court for a super serious Big criminal trial he just tapped her on the shoulder and at full volume told her that a door isnt a door when its ajar and like. thats lance