this team is full of idiots

  • other team scores first: that's it. that's the game. my team is full of idiots and incompetent and will never score ever again.
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the Power Rangers movie, my guys.

Look, ok. It is hilarious character-driven action-packed fun times. all things I and most long time PR fans are 100% here for.

All in all, I adore my sons, 

Zack [“My mom’s the BEST”] Taylor,

Billy [actual heart and soul of the film] Cranston and 

Jason [will literally bitch slap idiots who mess with his team] Lee Scott,

 just as much as I full on love my daughters 

Kimberley [reformed queen bitch and baddest fucking ass] Hart and 

Trini [jumps an actual fuckin chasm to avoid the chit chat (tbh same)] Kwan/Gomez/what-is-her-surname-here-I-do-not-know.

seriously, go watch this film. I just know it’s gonna be underrated as hell, and I cannot watch it fail in the box office because the critics have never watched a single Power Rangers episode in their lives.

my beautiful list of klance fic recs

this one goes out to @ah-fae who was complaining about me texting her links to fics. now my favorite fics are all in one convenient place for your enjoyment, along with my thoughts on them!

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester

“Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.” [i cried. i don’t cry often when reading fics, but this one fucking got me. it’s fantastic, in both the concept and the (VERY well-written) execution. there are kitties. please read.]

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

“‘So like in ‘Step Up’?’ // Allura shrugs. ‘Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up.’’ // The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.” [i started this one while it was still in progress because i’d heard so many good things about it and i’m so glad i did. 7 chapters, lots of dancing, and very good writing]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

“‘This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.’ // Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.” // Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, ‘Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.’” [keith and lance meet their daughter from the future– which is just as adorable as it sounds– but they’re not even dating?? shenanigans ensue. it’s so sweet and heart-warming. i love this so much]

tropical drink melting in your hand; we’ll be falling in love by jojotxt

“Keith just wanted a summer job to help pay for college. He didn’t expect to be coworkers with a complete asshole who hated his guts. He didn’t expect to fall for him, either.” [this fic is refreshing as fuck and full of all the pining you could ever want, with a side of beach-related fun and team voltron bonding over their summer jobs. it is so good.]

Costumed Identities by Trashness

“Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems: // 1. Keith crossplays, so Lance has absolutely no idea that Keith is a boy. // 2. Both of them are idiots, and can’t seem to figure out that that hot cosplayer they like, is also that hot guy that they drool over every day at school.” [3 chapters, hidden identities, nerdy references, and so. much. cosplay. what more could you ask for? plus it’s hella fucking cute, if you weren’t already sold.]

i can’t help but want by aknightley

“Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet. // When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.” [this fic has a permanent tab open on my phone so that i never lose it. that’s how much this one means to me. this was written before season 2, so technically it’s an au where lance and keith are stranded on separate planets after the wormhole, and the only paladins they can contact are each other. it’s full of emotional bonding and poignancy and damn, the writing is so fucking good.]

you’re so sweet; will you be mine? by jojotxt

“A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery. // In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.” [have you ever wanted lance and keith to send each other passive-aggressive baked goods as their rivalry blooms into friendship? look no further. seriously, stop looking and read this fic. please. i’m in love with it.]

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay

“‘ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.’ // Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. ‘You really haven’t figured it out?’ // ‘Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,’ Lance said patiently. ‘Spell it out for me.’ // ‘Well, you just sort of answered your own question,’ Pidge said, snorting. ‘Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.’” [this author’s dialogue is so spot on, like i will automatically hear it in the character’s voice, and that doesn’t come to me easily. and just. lance. he deserves so much love, and this fic gives it to him.]

Prodigy Lance Fic Pt. 5!!!!

It was his own fault really. He put himself into this situation. He let his mind take full control. He noticed the teams’ hard faces and the tense shoulders from all the stress. So what did he do? He created a strategy to cure it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. A few jokes thrown in the conversions, bickering with Keith, a few flirting attempts. He could be the funny guy, he could take away their stress, even if it was just for a moment. And he did. He wasn’t ready, however, to be labeled as the guy who could never be serious. Whenever he had anything actually helpful to say, he was brushed aside, the others assuming he was about to make a joke. He wasn’t just a lovable idiot. Heh, idiot? Quite the opposite. When he noticed the sudden change in the team’s view of him, he quickly tried to backpedal, prove to them that he was serious, and he wasn’t an idiot. But every opportunity was torn away from him. “Lance, not right now. We need to be serious.” “Lance! We don’t have time for one of your jokes!” “Lance, before we start this mission, will you please try to be serious and contain your flirting. We really need this alliance.” And of course, it hurt. He knew that the team didn’t mean it in a hurtful way, heck he didn’t even blame them, but what stung the most is that they just cut him off, without giving him a chance. But Lance, who didn’t like confrontation, kept quiet. It was him, in fact, who put himself into this whole mess. So who cares that the team always never payed attention to what Lance was trying to say? Who cares that they never took the chance to actually know him? Who cares that they never allowed him to use his gift to his full potential, to prove that he wasn’t an idiot, he was a genius, a prodigy. Well…Lance cared. What truly kept him going was his family. They never left his mind, and he kept fighting for them. He only prayed that the Garrison had given a family a check for his “unexplained disappearance.” He knew their strategies they took to bury their tracks. He saw the cracks in them as well. That’s why they wanted him. If he didn’t work for them, then he must be working against them. And worked for him he did. Dozens upon dozens of flight strategies and plans…plans that costed people their lives. Lives that he carried. Lance never liked fighting, and death was almost to much to bear. He knows that he was protecting others, but the guilt would often keep him up at night, caused the tears to fall when it became too much. He was kinda thankful for the situation he was in. He didn’t have to use his gift to endanger the lives of others. He could just stand on the sidelines and come when he was called. He could keep his talent to himself. The team would never have to know. This all changed, however, when, on one faithful mission, they were captured.

theconchnorris  asked:

Maybe draw Soldier biting into an onion in the same manner one would as in apple in Color Pallete #20? I think it'd look neat

this is easily the strangest request ive ever gotten. i adore it.

ive literally had long conversations with multiple friends over this ask. we were trying to figure out how each merc would eat a raw onion if dared. so guess what you started this madness so here we are: 

Soldier: probably doesn’t even realize it isn’t an apple till halfway through. Continues to power through the rest because he ain’t a quitter

Scout: Cries. tries to eat the rest of it so he can prove himself but ends up throwing up.

Pyro: the onion is devoured in the half second no one is looking and or is horrifically mashed through their mask

Engie: Would refuse at first over pride, calling the whole thing stupid, but could be pressured into it with some well timed short jokes that set off his temper. Takes one bite and regrets everything.

Heavy: Absolutely would not. But he would stay to watch others try.

Demo: He’d have to be more drunk than usual. Soldier can rile him up to try it, but more likely he figures a way to weaponize it via explosives. 

Sniper: You think this man gives a fuck???? He’s been out in the desert for weeks on end, he’s eaten much worse. Everyone thinks he wont do it, but BAM he just starts chomping away. The team is in awe when he finishes so casually and gains 10+ respect points from everyone.

Medic: Is torn between the competition being below him and stupid, and the opportunity to freak out the team more than he already does.  Ultimately, if he did do it i think the smell and taste would be too much for him. Understandable, considering its a raw onion.

Spy: It’s Spy. Of course he isn’t doing some idiotic dare. He’s an asshole about it so the rest of the team puts onions in everything he owns till he at least tries. In his locker, in his room, in his shoes- after the 15th found onion he caves and spits out the very first bite, but it satisfies the masses.

CP Bachelor AU: part 2

part 1


“Hey,” Nicaise says. “The idiot is kicking up a fuss. You need to come deal with it.”

Laurent looks away from the bank of screens where he’s been playing around with footage from the previous day. They’ve got almost a full minute’s worth of Kashel’s boob nearly slipping out of her halter dress; Laurent knows what he’s doing when it comes to cutting together soft-core wardrobe malfunctions, but he’ll still get someone more heterosexual to look it over later.

“Which–” he starts, but Nicaise is already adding, “The main idiot. Your precious bachelor.”

“What is there to fuss about? He watches the games, he makes cute faces when they bring him the stuffed animals they won, and he goes on a group dinner date with the winning team. End of story.”

Nicaise says, “Yeah, whatever. He’s being difficult.”

Anyone else taking this snippy tone with Laurent would have been kicked to the curb without a reference by now, but Nicaise doesn’t really have any other tones, and he and Laurent know each other well enough that Laurent allows it. Laurent allows a lot of things where Nicaise is concerned.

He still says, “What, you can’t handle one petulant millionaire?”

Nicaise juts out his lip. “I tried,” he says. “He keeps going on about perpetuating stereotypes and biphobia.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” says Laurent, snatches up his coffee cup, and storms out of the tent.

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journey’s end (of a sort)

fullmetal alchemist au.

The door to Neil’s room slams open, and he can’t even say that he’s surprised to see Andrew behind it. His grip tightens around the railing Hernandez had mounted along the wall, and Neil turns so his back is against it and he’s facing Andrew. He feels himself being observed carefully as Andrew shuts the door behind himself without looking.

Millport automail? This is where you’ve been hiding?” Unlike before, Andrew’s face doesn’t match the bite behind his words. His expression is blank, and Neil wonders if he’s imagining the steel in his eyes.

“I haven’t been hiding,” Neil points out. “Everyone on the team knows I’ve been here.”

Everyone except you, he meant. He hadn’t wanted to distract Andrew from his own recovery.

Maybe a month ago that would have provoked a reaction from Andrew, be it an uncontrollably manic smile or an ugly flash of rage. Instead, Andrew just stares at him flatly. “Do they know you’ve been trying to walk? They must not, because otherwise this room would be full of idiots trying to teach you what ‘recovery’ means.”

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Liam Dunbar x Werewolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: None, just very fluffy and cute. *3*
Word count: 623

Tags: @peacefullytatted01

“There you are!” you used your most friendly and flirtatious voice whenever you were around Liam and that was one of those things he loved about you, how you always cheered him up with the tone in your voice.

He sat down on the stairs, leaning against his knees and you immediately caught the scent of him being nervous, sad or mortified. You weren’t good at reading his chemo-signals yet, but you did everything to learn.

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My argument: TSM is full of idiots. And I’m going to prove it in one photo. 

Exhibit A: what is up with the awkward hugs??? it’s not a hug it’s more like an ‘I’m just gonna hover my arm on your back lmao’

Exhibit B: just. this. 

Exhibit C: I’ve said this many times before, but i’ll say it once more - HAUNTZER WHAT THE FUCK 

Exhibit D: Now they’re straight up lying to the public, everyone knows these two are the smiliest of the entire team. Shameful. 

Conclusion: TSM is full of adorable idiots.  

After plauing Pokemon Sun, Team Skull is the first enemy group in the games that I actually feel sorry for and want to help.  Not help in their evil plans, of course, because they need to knock off all that evil, but after defeating them I want to help them fix their lives and get out of the dark place that they’re in.  Team Skull were outright criminals who chose their lives.  Team Magma and Team Aqua are idiots who need to learn that large-scale geoengineering is not a toy.  I haven’t played the intervening generations, but from what I’ve seen the enemy teams there are more like religious fanatics or deluded would-be do-gooders.  But in this generation, the apparent main opposition group Team Skull is convincingly portrayed as being made up of kids who just don’t have anywhere else to go with their life and have banded together because nobody else will help them.  Sure, I want to stop their evil plans, but then I want to help them get some consoling, a jobs program, a better place to live, some PTSD consoling, whatever it takes to turn their lives around.

Po town is particularily heartbreaking.  It’s initially presented as this dark and scary place, the headquarters of what at that time has been presented as the main group, which you have to brave in order to rescue a child’s stolen Pokemon.  The guard outside warns you that if you go in, they’ll have to make preparations to notify your next of kin.  But once your’re inside, you realize this isn’t some supervillain lair, it’s an abandoned slum with homeless kinds squatting in it.  Half of them are too apathetic to even try to stop you from getting in, and they don’t even have enough power to keep the Pokestop running.  The walls around the town aren’t to stop people from getting in, they’re to keep Team Skull contained and locked up away from the rest of the region.

Which is why, when I visited Po Town again in the endgame and there were two Team Skull members selling a T-shirt at an inflated price, outright stating that it was to raise money so they could get out of there, I bought it without hesitation. I would do so repeatedly if the game let me.

And then there’s Guzma, and the actually quite surprising for a children’s game not so subtle hints of physical abuse when you visit his childhood home.  He may be an arrogant, full-of-himself asshat, but he’s got a quite dark and heartbreaking backstory of his own.

So kudos to Gamefreak for actually coming up with a villain group that’s better written and deeper than just “We’re committed to doing evil with Pokemon!” or whatever. Now I want to team up with Plumeria to take care of these idiots and help them turn their lives around.


Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.

Too Small.

request for spencer x reader where the reader is feeling a little down about her small chest after she overhears some negative comments about it from people at work.

Originally posted by toyboxboy

The team was in a town in the middle of nowhere on a case, which made it especially difficult to solve. Hotch even had to ask Garcia to come along because the network around the area was awfully slow and unreliable so she had to take care of that herself.

This town in particular was full of sexist and racist idiots. Even the policemen were a disgrace, which you’d discovered for yourself when a few of them decided to make comments about you.

“You just need to cooperate,” you’d said to an officer with a beard and graying hair, “I understand that you don’t like that the FBI is here, but you can’t all be protecting each other right now. There’s been 4 murders and there will be more if you don’t let us do our job.”

You’d said this because you didn’t have to be a profiler to see that none of the officers wanted you here. They’d been uncooperative, condescending, and straight up rude ever since the team arrived.

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imagine just playing overwatch focusing on building charge for your ult and wondering where the enemy hanzo went checking your corners and watching your teammates and shit and then suddenly out of nowhere over the mic you hear “heal me, my pet” and see the idiot fucking roadhog who’s been doing absolutely no damage totter by with full health while his pocket mercy who hasn’t healed anyone else the whole game despite her being the only healer on the team follows. you’re so distracted you get killed by a hanzo arrow and so does mercy. roadhog stands over her corpse while getting shot to death and says “that’s another ten lashes you dirty little slut”

iamonlyfrogo  asked:

2/?? Sorry for spamming you a bit ahead of time but I wanted to kinda fill your inbox w/ some inspiration? OK! So I was thinking of a couple things. 1st - Sweet fluffy relationship hc's for Shiro, Keith, Hunk, and Lance. Or if that's too many, just Shiro and anyone lmao. What's the general vibe of the relationship like? Are they scared at the beginning? What personal things do they share with them? What do they like doing with them mostly?

If you think you can handle the amount of fluff my body is able to hold than so be it


-Shiro does not like the word relationship. It scares hims senseless cause he feels like it comes with this impossible standard he wants to hold himself to but feels he is never good enough

-That being said his s/o will become his rock, the one he turns to at night when things get rough. He may not exactly tell them what is wrong cause he doesn’t want anyone to feel burdened by him but he will seek them out to keep him company

-On those nights he will ramble about his life, his childhood and the things he misses from Earth. All the things he hasn’t shared with the other paladins cause he wants to be their immovable force, their leader who can handle anything

-He is a master at board games, mostly old fashion things like chess, checkers and card games. He finds it keep his mind occupied and sharp and well it is a nice one on one activity that gives him an excuse to spend more time with s/o

-He is just super old fashioned that he probably wants to take them out to fancy restaurants, for long walks, museums and buy tickets to charity events for them to attend


-The relationship is super casual and neither of them even realize what it really is til someone else, probably Lance, points out that literally everyone in the entire universe sees them as a couple but them

-Labels don’t mean much to them but it does feel kind of nice once its established cause some how it just seems natural to the two of them

-Its lots of not really doing things together but doing their own thing in the same vicinity as each other. Like Keith will be working out and s/o will seek out where he is and sit there to read their book or play their game or whatever

-And they don’t realize it but they are always together. It just kind of happens and Keith doesn’t even realize it until suddenly s/o isn’t there and things feel wrong it makes him anxious but he can’t figure out why

-When he does figure it out he is super flustered by it cause he has been by himself for long and took a weird pride in being a lone wolf but now he wants someone around? What a wuss … but he loves it

-He slowly starts to open up to s/o, it usually happens late at night where he is almost delirious from not sleeping and pushing himself to hard and he just wants to talk about everything but s/o finds it super endearing

-When he wants to get away for a bit he takes s/o and they go on a long ride is the red lion. Sometimes its silent, just enjoying the stars and sometimes he rants and raves but either way they always come back feeling much better than when they left


-This relationship is super silly and at skins deep seems shallow but they often surprise their friends with how close they really are

-They love to make each other laugh. Lance especially loves to make s/o laugh cause really??? Have you heard them laugh??? Its so great omg hold on one second and I will make them laugh and you will love it!!!!

-They are the hand holding, ironic matching t shirts and pointing at random things and saying “look its you” couple

-Biggest bonding moments is over stupid dares and seeing who can push each other the most

-And of course also when either one expresses any sort of self conscious thoughts its time for cuddles and “how dare you talk about that way when you are an angel. I will fight whoever made you sad even if it was yourself”

-They are just really a bright spot in each others life and really need it when everything else can be so dark and dreary and while others may see it as nothing but silly its actually really important to have someone who they don’t have to worry about making a fool out of themselves in front of


-He always had a crush on his s/o but had to be literally forced into asking them out cause he never thought that such a perfect person would ever be interested in him no matter what the signs have said to disprove this. After that first date it becomes hard to imagine a point when the two weren’t together

-They are the hand in each others pockets, unironic matching t shirts and pointing at things saying “Oh look its you! Oh wait nope you are much cuter/sweeter” couple

-The definition of relationship goals tbh

-Like if they had an instagram it would be a shared one where they post pictures of them doing every day domestic stuff and just being adorable together. People would eat it up

-He just wants to do everything for his s/o cause he wants them to be as happy as possible and they deserve the world and he wants to make all of the problems they have ever had go away

-Their perfect nights involve food network, lots of snacks and yelling at the contestants about how they are idiots and what they should have done

-They probably make their friends disgusted by how sweet they are by each other. Like it gets to the point the team wonders if they even remember each others names cause they always use sickly sweet nicknames for each other instead

-Also Hunk makes it his duty to live out every romcom cliche in his dates so there is that to look forward to

-Its just all full of love and communication and wanting to be the best for each other

Pregnant…the unholy plus sign stared at you. You knew who the father was, someone who now barely spoke to you, barley looked in your direction, he hated you or so it seemed, since the night of drunken comfort turned into, well drunken sex and now…this.

Spencer had been locked away after maeve’s death, when you went knocking, booze in hand, you knew how hard it was to deal with loss alone, when he finally answered the door after you banging on it and refusing to leave, he let you in and one thing and several glasses of the good cheap stuff, you had woken up in his bed naked with very little remembrance of the night before. But you knew….this was a bad situation, you loved spencer, had since you met almost 3 years before hand, he though always showed he cared for you as a coworker and friend, which hurt, but you had dealt with it before. So you left a note lying about how you left after tucking him in and called a cab. Hoping his drunk self had a shit memory.

Nope he knew, even when drunk he remembered and when he returned to the office the normal warmth was gone, he avoided you at all costs, which you understood. Working on cases was harder but it was fine, until now.

Now you stood outside his apartment door anxiety biting at you…you could turn away now and just never tell him, raise the baby alone and just disappear…simple…only Hotch knew at this point and telling anyone else was a no go, so now you stood hand raised to knock
‘Okay just breath and’ knocking you waited. Jumping when the door opened, his face was confused at you, but he let you in. And that was when the bomb exploded, he was angry…and worried…mostly angry….he used words you were sure had been long abandoned from the english vocabulary. All you did was stand there, listening what broke you was the last thing he said
'It should be Maeve standing here with this news not you! This is a mistake…all of it….letting you in…and this….one big mistake’ you just stood there
'I’m sorry….look…you know and its up to you if you want to….be in their life…but…um….just…i’m sorry’ with that you left, went home and cried, and cried and cried.

Work was hell, the coldness from reid could freeze the ice caps back to normal again. As time went on you kept a separate file folder for him with sonograms and information incase he wanted to know. You were still amazed at the small blip turning into…well a bigger blip.

You were fine and happy until a case had caused the final explosion.

You were chasing the unsub, when he surprised you, he was strong, and before you could stop yourself, you were tumbling down the stairs of the house, you coughed as the wind returned to you, hearing your team members yelling for you, you shakily sat up yelling back…when you felt it…warm and sticky…
'No…no…no’ blood…a lot of blood….you stood making your way up the steps…

The news at the hospital broke you once and for all, Reid had screamed that you were an idiot for going after the unsub, that you should have waited for the team, the whole time you had stayed stoic when reid yelled at you but this time you couldn't​ you curled into yourself and sobbed full and disgustingly, you cried out how it wasn’t fair, how you didn’t want this to happen, how reid was an asshole but you understood he was in pain over Maeve, so you let him take it out on you, how you loved him but accepted that he didn’t love you and it was okay because you can deal with that. But why were the gods so cruel as to give you a small shred of happiness only to take it away. You cried out your anger and sadness.
'You were right….this is all my fault…this shouldn’t have been me…it should have been Maeve and…i should…should have just…never come over…but i know what loss feels like, and no one should be alone with it….but now i…i just fucked everything….and now all i had is gone…so yeah…its my fault….all of it…..i wish i had died…in her place…so you could be happy….and…because i would die for you…if ot meant you didn’t feel the pain…then i would have….because i love you and always stupidly will’ you remember the feeling of reid grabbing you and hugging you close to him, telling you how stupid you were to say that, how stupid it was you would die for him. He held you as you cried hushing you. And apologizing, because even if this was an accident, he was an asshole and no one should feel like he made you feel. No one.

It was weeks before you returned to work, no one but reid and Hotch knowing why you were on leave. When you returned a book was waiting on your desk, Reid’s neat but slightly scribbly hand writing on the paper.
'Its good to remember what we have lost’ you opened it finding a memory book of the baby you had lost, small notes next to the sonogram photos. In the back were names,
'Diana may reid’
'Derek alex Reid’
'Jennifer Emilia reid’
You smiled and held the book close to your chest.

It wasn’t long after that you and Reid actually began speaking more and work conversations became texts, and texts became late night phonecalls, and that became weekly nights at each other’s place. And slowly it turned to a drunken reid kissing you, and admitting he was crazy about you, finally allowing you in with out worry, and the memory book had made him grow to see you as he had originally 4 years before.

You loved him and he loved you.

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James Sirius Potter x Reader - I Won't Say I Love You Part 2

Exiting from the train and stepping onto the crowded ‘station’, the (blonde, brunette etc.) female took a long breath of fresh evening air. She felt like smother if she stayed in that comparatment more. She smiled at the sight of familiar castle in  the distance. They have finally arrived at Hogwarts. Dominique snapped her out of her daydreaming by a simple tap on the shoulder. (Y/N) turned her head to look at the ginger. 
“Let’s go catch a carriage while we can.” (Y/N) nodded at Dominique. If they didn’t catch one, they would have to go by foot to the castle, and (Y/N) seriously didn’t want that. She didn’t really catch any sleep in the train and she wasn’t sure she would make it to the building.
“I know Molly left to find her friends. So, where the hell is Roxanne?” (Y/N) asked her best friend. They just spotted one empty carriage and headed towards it. Better to enter it before someone other does. After all, supplies of carriages are limited.
“Oh, she went to talk to Fred or something. I didn’t quite catch what she said.” Dominique replied and started rubbing the back of her neck. However, before they had a chance to get into carriage, someone rudely interrupted.
“Oi sis, where do ya think you’re going without me?” Sirius came in sight with that cocky smirk of his. He lazily hanged an arm around Dominique’s shoulder “Hello there love, long time no see.”
“Ew, get away from me.” Dominique yelled and strongly pushed him away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She went over to Sirius and picked him by his ear. 
“What did I say about flirting with my friends in front of me? I was actually doing pretty fine without you in sight.” The (blonde, brunette etc.) said and pulled the boy’s ear harder this time. Dominique sighed and jumped up in the carriage.
“Ow, ow, I get it!” Sirius slapped her hand away and rubbed his, now red, ear. (Y/N) joined Dominique up in the carriage and sat next to her.
“Ya coming in or what?” She asked her brother. Sirius simply jumped up and took a seat. A few moments passed in a complete silence, until they reached a little closer to the castle. 
“Why you’re not with James and Fred?” Dominique tried to make up a conversation. It wasn’t like the three didn’t hang out together alone, it was just that they were probably tired from the trip. (Y/N) leaned in her seat, tiredly looking at the gloving castle. Her mind wondered back to the train. Oh, how she would enjoy it if she actually broke Morgan’s nose before Molly stopped her intentions. She didn’t even have an idea how the hell that blonde was in Hufflepuff. Her appearence insulted the whole house if you asked her.
“I said I wanted to wait for you and (N/N). James, unsurprisingly, was glowing with happiness about (N/N), but Fred pulled him away to meet with Louis.” Sirius answered her. He tried to catch Dominique’s look, but she kept hers on the distance.
The rest of the ride to the castle was filled with a happy chat. (Y/N) stopped thinking about the train ride and enjoyed the moment. She was teasing both of them and in a return they would tease her about James. Soon the carriage reached its limits and they needed to jump off it.  Sirius jumped off first. He raised his hand in order to help Dominique down, which the ginger ignored. He faked a pout while the ginger female tried to hold back a chuckle.
“C’mon you two, the dinner will start soon.” (Y/N) said. She linked her arm with Dominique’s. The two girls headed to the Great Hall, Sirius shortly trailling behind them.

The Great Hall was filled with many happy students. Sitting at the Gryffindor table, (Y/N) looked around the big hall. She spotted Roxanne, a little further from her. Her little group was obviously exchanging the newest gossips. Dominique took a seat next to her. The ginger put her elbows on the table, resting her head at the palms of her hands.

“It feels like we didn’t even go on a summer break.” Dominique commented. (Y/N) nodded to her, continuing to look around the crowd. Sirius went to sit with James and Fred instead of them. They weren’t on their side of the table and (Y/N) thank Merlin for that. Otherwise she would have to listen to James for the whole dinner.

Dominique saw Daniel Wood with his group. He is a year older than her, which she didn’t mind at all. The boy was a Quidditch captain, just like his dad. He is also a keeper and would rarely miss a ball in the match. The ginger didn’t really have an idea in her mind how to cooly aproach him, so she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself. She was a rather a rebel, which got her a nice reputation here at Hogwarts. Yes, she talked to him, but only at Quidditch practises, where he would compliment her chaser skills.

(Y/N) saw her looking at him and momentary smirked. The two girls talked about possible situation for Dominique to ask him out. (Y/N) thought it would be best after a Quidditch match, where the Gryffindor wins of course. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) female also played chaser on the team, a rather good one. Where she would go, Sirius in most situations joined, so he is the team’s beater. He said it is a best position to protect his beloved sister, Dominique and that idiotic James from falling of his broom.

The Gryffindor team this year is full. They don’t need to hold a training for newbies and they could instantly start with practises. The chasers are (Y/N), Dominique and Michael. The boy is Wood’s friend and they entered the team together in their second year at Hogwarts. Sirius and Fred are beaters. They do their role well, in teamwork like Weasley twins did in their time. Wood is a keeper and James is a seeker. Harry and Ginny teached James a few basic things about Quidditch when he was a baby. He loves his role and is proud that his dad was once a seeker too!

“Hey Dom!” (Y/N) nudged Dominique with her elbow in the ribs “Quit daydreaming, the sorting is about to start.”

“Pff! I wasn’t daydreaming!” The ginger argued back.

“No, you were just staring at him for five minutes.” (Y/N) winked at her.

“Since we are at staring, where are boys? I expected James to creepily aproach you by now.” Dominique snorted. (Y/N) angrily sighed, shaking her head. She took a look at professor Longbottom. He stepped up, holding a piece of parchment on which was a list of first years.

“Addams, Tina!” He read out loud. A little girl nervously came forward. She sat on the small stool, allowing the professor to put a hat on her head. After a couple of seconds and the sorting hat’s constant mumbling, she was sorted.

“I put you in…


The whole table loudly clapped, including (Y/N) and Dominique. The little girl was glowing with happiness, her green eyes sparkling every time when somebody congratulated her.

"Albert, Mary!”


“Bolton, Dean!”


“Brown, Hannah!”


“Chase, Tom!" 


A lot of other children were sorted too. The sorting ceremony got pretty boring when you get to watch it every single year. (Y/N) remembered how she was nervous. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be in the same house with Sirius. The boy got before her and was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting hat told the (blonde, brunnette etc.) that she could be a brilliant Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Gryffindor. It also told she was too ‘crazy on her own way’ for Hufflepuff. (Y/N) instantly choose Gryffindor, so she could be close to her brother.

She regreted the decision about the brother part, but not about choosing Gryffindor. She couldn’t imagine her life without Dominique as a best friend. (Y/N) doubted they would be this close if she was in a different house.

“Welcome students to another school year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy!” The principal McGonagal started her, now usual, sheech at the beggining of the school year. (Y/N) turned her mind off, not listening to principal’s words. She will probably talk about things that are forbidden like usually. The female actually succeded to sneak a few times into the Forbidden Forest, but not alone of course. She and her companion would be very careful and no one ever noticed sometning suspicious. After all, she is a descendant of infamous prankester and playbog Sirius Black, so what do you expect?

McGonagal was never one for long speeches. She just said everything how it is, without going further into the subject. The plates full of food appeared before students. Today, the menu was very colorful.

Thinking about what she could choose, (Y/N) decided to eat a drumstick. She put it onto her table, looking for the lettuce on the crowded table. Dominique handed it to her, as she was closer to it than (Y/N) was. They both filled their cups with delicious pumpkin juices. 

“What could we do later?” The ginger asked. Her mouth were full of food, as she carelessly looked at her friend. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) thought for possibilities for a moment.

“Inviting boys is off the list, unless you want James to sneak into your bed.” Dominique snickered, seeing as she didn’t receive a response from (Y/N). The said girl looked at her with raised eyebrow.

“Of course it is. Also, I don’t think our roommates would enjoy their company too much.” The female replied. “You saw Rose anywhere?”

“No, actually I didn’t. Why?" 

"I didn’t get a chance to greet her today. Maybe tomorrow or later if I’m lucky!” The (h/c) haired girl replied. She started to poke the salad with her fork, finding it difficult to sting it. Giving up, she threw a fork onto her plate along with the knife, finishing her dinner. Dominique did the same. They decided to leave the Great Hall, as they didn’t have any smarter bussiness to do there anymore.

(Y/N) was first to stand up, her best friend following closely. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) played with a lock of her hair, waiting to the ginger to finish her drink. Sirius saw that his sister stood up and naturally he swallowed his last part of the meal quickly. Getting James’ attention, he pointed towards the two girls.

“What?” James dumbfoundly asked him. The boy was too focused on his food to pay attention to something else. Following Sirius’ finger, he momentary smirked.

“Oh, Dom and (N/N) already finished eating? Let’s go then!” He esclaimed. Fred got up with them as well, deciding it’s better to keep them company then to stay alone at the Great Hall.

In the middle of the long hallway, they catched up with the two girls. Slyly snaking his arms around (Y/N)’s waist form behind, James took his moment to smell her hair before the girl processed what actually happened.

“Mhm Finnigan, you smell like roses, just as I expected.” The male grinned. (Y/N) blushed madly, stepping on his foot. He yelped in surprise and lost his hold of her (waist size) waist. She took the oppornity to push the annoying male away. Near them, Dominique, Sirius and Fred laughed loudly. 

“Easy there Finnigan. He might end in the hospital wing if you continue like this!” Fred said. He rufled his curly brown locks, looking at (Y/N) in the process. The female got forward to him.

“Nice seeing you Weasley! How have ya been?” She asked lazily. Fred and her then did their usual handshake. It became a common thing for them, as she considered him as one of her best friends.

“Pretty good actually. Can’t wait for the Quidditch practises to start, thought.” The male answered. He grinned, pointing to the staircase that went to the famous Gryffindor tower.

“Shall we?” He asked. Fred let his arm out, in intention for (Y/N) to take it. The female happily linked her arm with his. The two started walking towards the tower, whispering something in the process. Fred turned his head once more, giving James a michevious wink of his.

James was standing there, speechless. He then crossed his arms, glaring angrily at Fred’s back. Dominique shook her head.

“Oh, Merlin. This won’t end well