#in my defence this isn't an outfit i would wear out

[aromanticduck]

Been roasted by my sisters for being dressed exactly like our grandad (button down flannel shirt tucked into joggers, old man slippers).

[wileys-russo]

Idea to add to the Date To Remember universe! Mary notices more and more of her clothes and training kits have been going missing, she confronts reader as reader has a habit of taking Mary's clothes. Turns out Delilah has been sneaking into their wardrobe and taking Mary's kits to dress like her mama.

part of the a date to remember series little squirrel II m.earps

"oh you are fucking joking me where is it?" mary groaned in frustration, rummaging through each one of her drawers and tossing things behind her, determined to find the one shirt she knew she'd seen only last week.

"baby what are you doing?" you caught the next shirt flung from her hand and frowned, your wife looking at you over her shoulder and scoffing.

"looking for my shirt that you've probably stolen!" the older girl accused with a huff, turning back to her search. "and which shirt would that be?" you questioned with a roll of your eyes, throwing the one in your hand back at her.

"the faded grey rolling stones one. i wanna wear it tonight with my leather pants to dinner with the girls but i can't find it!" mary groaned loudly as you smacked her.

"lilah's sleeping!" you hissed in warning, knowing if your daughter woke up any earlier than she was supposed to she wouldn't sleep tonight, having been tired out by going to breakfast with alessia this morning, the blonde claiming she was in need of some 'god daughter time'.

"its probably in the wash or in the wardrobe but throwing stuff around everywhere isn't going to help you find it any faster babe." you sighed with a shake of your head.

"well you find it then!" your wife demanded grumpily, moving to flop down onto the bed with her arms crossed. "fine, i'll look and you put the rest of this away." you nodded to the clothes scattered around the room.

"now mary." you added on seriously when the goalkeeper made no motion to move. "god you're bossy." your wife mumbled as you shot her a glare and she avoided your eyeline, hurrying to gather the clothing strung about.

"you're one to talk! should watch some games back and hear the way you yell and carry on." you scoffed, shifting through the basket of clean laundry on the chair in the corner. "hey! you said you found it hot when i yell on the pitch." mary huffed in defence.

"i do, but that doesn't mean its not bossy." you finally found the shirt she was after and tossed it at her with a raised eyebrow. "not this one!" mary groaned and threw it back as you sighed.

"mary its grey and its a rolling stones shirt. wear it and stop whinging!" you threw it back to her. "no! i want the charcoal grey distressed looking one, it completes the outfit babe." the taller girl shook her head stubbornly and threw the clean shirt into the pile she was making on your bed.

"then find a new outfit! you're being ridiculous." you laughed and turned back to the wardobe. "i am not." the english woman scoffed as she appeared beside you.

"beautiful girl, baby, love of my life, mother of my child. you know i adore when you wear my clothes, the way everything engulfs and hangs off you because you're fun sized-" the brunette started.

"mary!" you shoved her for the last comment about your height but it didn't phase her as she continued. "-and you've always had a habit of stealing them before we moved in together-" your wife span you around and settled her large hands on your shoulders.

"-but my love i would hope that now we share a closet, share a last name, share a house and share a child, that you no longer felt the need to hide from me my items of clothing you want to wear." mary sighed dramatically making you roll your eyes for what felt like the hundreth time today.

"i didn't you muppet!" you scoffed and pushed her hands off of you. "darling, i beg to differ." mary nodded for you to follow after her into the walk in wardrobe as you withheld the urge to groan.

"exhibit a; the missing kits." she gestured to the section of the wardrobe where her most favourite jerseys all hung, and you couldn't argue with her that indeed a few of them were missing, the empty hangers a dead giveaway.

"exhibit b; the stolen hoodies." mary moved on and pointed to where her hoodies normally were stacked up neatly folded, and you knew from putting away her laundry that normally they reached the top of the shelf.

motioning for you to again follow her she headed back toward the bed, moving around to your side and pulling up a few pillows. "exhibit c; the evidence!" mary shouted dramatically, gesturing her hand toward the large t-shirt bundled beneath the pillow.

"congratulations sherlock you found the shirt i wore to bed with you, last night." you shook your head unimpressed with her takeaway. "okay what about the hoodies and the kits? thief!" mary pointed her finger at you with a scowl.

"idiot!" you retorted in the same tone, pointing right back at her making her scoff. "i don't wash your old kits because they get wrecked in the dryer, remember the euros jersey?" you reminded as mary winced with a small nod.

"and i couldn't have worn six or seven jerseys to bed last night nor would i have worn a hoodie considering its the middle of summer mary. case closed, not a thief." you defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

"well i didn't move them. so what are you saying babe, we've been robbed?" mary mocked sarcastically as your eyes narrowed. though before you could snap anything back a new voice sung out and you exhaled.

"mummy! mummy! mama!" your wifes eyes widened at your daughters voice, knowing she wasn't supposed to be up for another two or ideally three hours. "nice one earps. if she doesn't sleep tonight, neither do you!" you warned menacingly before hurrying out of the room as your daughters cries continued.

"lilah! what are you doing?" you had to stop yourself from laughing at the sight in front of you, your three year old half dressed but sat on the floor with her favourite tutu around her ankles and her head stuck in the arm hole of very large t-shirt.

one that you instantly recognised.

"stuck!" was the only reply you got with a huff as you smiled and knelt down, gently grabbing her and twisting the top so she could push her head through the right hole.

"come on bubba, up we get." you sighed in amusement, pulling her carefully to her feet and helping her step through her tutu and pull it up properly.

"what are you doing awake hm? its nap time." you poked at her stomach making her giggle and throw her arms around you in a tight hug which made you melt into a puddle.

"not nap time mumma, dance time!" your daughter sighed as if you'd said the most unintelligent thing in the world, patting your shoulder as she pulled away. "no, dance is on tuesdays, wednesdays and fridays lilah, today is monday!" you smiled as she frowned.

"no dance?" "no dance baby, sorry."

"now, where did you get this from huh?" you tugged at the bottom of the charcoal grey rolling stones top your wife had been looking for earlier. "mine!" delilah beamed happily, patting her chest as you quirked an eyebrow.

"i think its a little bit too big to be yours. we don't lie lilah!" you gently chatsized as she frowned. "mine." she repeated again, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the playmat in the corner of her room.

you watched with wide eyes as with a grunt she pushed over the chest which contained all of her toys, though it wasn't just toys which spilled out of it.

"see? mine!" delilah chirped proudly, fondly poking at the small mountain of your wifes clothes which she'd obviously hidden away. "baby those are mama's. why did you take mama's shirts, and mama's gloves...and one of mama's shoes?" you frowned, picking up the singular cleat with a confused frown.

"wanna be like mama! so gotta dress like mama." delilah shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world as you hummed and squatted down. "why?" you hit her with what at the moment was her favourite one word question.

"dance to be like you, don't wanna kick the ball so gotta dress like mama so she isn't sad!" your daughter explained as a soft smile curled into your features and you swiftly scooped the girl up, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"my love, mama isn't sad that you don't want to play football. she's very very proud of you, we both are. remember how we bought you flowers and ice cream and all your aunties came over for a big party after your recital?" you reminded as delilah nodded with a happy grin.

"did mama seem sad then?" your daughter shook her head. "you can wear mama's clothes but when she says you can baby, you can't take other peoples things without asking thats not nice!" you warned gently as delilah nodded in understanding.

"sorry." she sighed making you melt all over again as you hugged her tightly, rubbing small circles into her back. "thats okay lilah, just gotta ask from now on, okay?" you felt her nod into your shoulder.

her tiny arms still looped around your neck you stood and hoisted her onto your hip, making your way back to your own bedroom where your wife had finished putting away all the clothes she'd flung about earlier.

"well hello cheeky. decided a nap wasn't on the cards today did we?" mary grinned, the smile falling as your daughter hid her face in your shoulder. "come with me please." you requested, holding your free hand out to your wife who looked confused but didn't question it, taking your hand as you lead her back to delilahs bedroom.

"oh." mary breathed out as she noticed the pile of her clothing on the floor scattered about with your daughters most favourite toys. "lilah is there something we should say to mama please?" you encouraged softly, placing her down on her feet as mary knelt down to be closer to her height.

you watched a flicker of something spark in her eyes as she too noticed right away which top your daughter was drowning in. "sorry mama, should have asked." delilah pouted as you saw mary also melt right away at the gesture.

"thats okay lilah, thank you for saying sorry baby." mary opened her arms as your daughter all but charged into them, knocking your wife onto your ass as you covered your laugh up with your hand.

"god forget ballet maybe we get you into rugby kid!" mary groaned dramatically as your daughter giggled, mary pouncing at her and kissing all over her face as she begged out to stop among her laughter.

"hey lilah." you called out, your daughter sitting up a little to look at you. "why don't you go find mama's big red speaker and we can have dance class here instead." you offered watching her eyes light up as she pushed mary's arms off and all but sprinted out of the room.

"i'm sorry for accusing you of being a thief?" your wife smiled guiltily from the floor as you rolled your eyes affectionately and held a hand out to help her up. "mary!" you squealed as she tugged rather hard at your hand sending you toppling down into her awaiting arms.

"okay okay! i forgive you, ya big dope." you laughed as the taller girl attacked your own face with kisses now, apologies and sweet nothings mumbled in between them sending your cheeks bright red as you pushed her away.

"what?" you smiled knowingly as she hovered over you with a cheeky grin. "what!" you repeated again when she only continued to look down on you with the same grin that had you falling head over heels for her in the first place as she stole a quick kiss and pushed herself up.

"babe we're raising a squirrel."

[writer-updates]

Sebastian Knight

Chapter 21 - Liliana

A few days later...

Sebastian was taking me to a place his father had brought. He hasn't told me what yet, but told me to wear something casual, something I could get dirty. Many things ran through my mind as he drove down the street to the place.

"Will you please tell me?" I beg of Sebastian again.

He shook his head, "No."

He still wasn't budging, no matter what I did. He shook everything off. Suddenly the car stopped causing me to look to my left, I rose an eyebrow at the building that was all boarded up.

"Are you finally going to kill me after all these years," I joked.

Sebestian chuckled, "Trust me, if I was ever going to do that. You wouldn't even know when I'll strike." His eyes shine with amusement.

Opening the door, we stepped inside to see Eduardo standing and waiting for us with paint cans beside him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Well I may have told Eduardo about your love for painting and we wanted to open a store for you that you can manage back home in new York. We want your work to be shown by the world, baby I am proud of you. You have such an amazing talent, you have a creative mind and we want you to show that," Sebastian stepped forward, playing with a strand of my hair.

Eduardo stepped forward as well, "I was able to buy this for you Liliana, as my appreciation of you. I know that your family isn't great and I want to be your family. Anything you want or need, I will get for you. You deserve a family, someone who will love you and care for you."

Smiling at his words, I hugged them both vut Sebastian for the longest. This has always been a dream of mine to have an art gallery and sculp and make new art pieces each day to put on show and sell. Showing the world my talent.

"So we want to help you, make the art gallery of your dreams. So we got different colour paints for you to choose from and we have someone coming later to show you some flooring that you can choose. One of my close friends Samantha will be coming to help you pick out furniture," Eduardo spoke.

I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked at them. I will be forever grateful for them. They have given me more than what my family ever did, love and attention. They even care about what I love to do.

Throughout the day, I went through everything with the man who did the flooring, I wanted nice and white flooring, along with wood pannalling on some of the walls which I had told Samantha, giving her a design I have had in my mind for years. Everything was going to be white, bland yes but for good reason, then people would be more interested in the art and sculptures than the colours on the wall.

While they were working on that, I helped Sebastian in one of the rooms with Deigo by our side as he helped as well. Deigo felt like an older brother to me. I accidentally flicked some paint on both Deigo and Sebastian, looking at me.

I couldn't help but laugh as I spoke, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean too."

"Oh thats okay, I know you didn't mean to," Deigo walked close towards me with his hand before I knew it he flicked paint onto me, causing me to squeal.

Sebastian chuckled doing the same but on my nose. Looking at the boys, I huffed before flicking more paint onto them. Before I knew it, it had turned into a paint fight. Sebastian grabbed my hips causing me to laugh and squeal.

"If you keep flicking us with paint baby, I'm going to show you tonight," He warned in my ear.

I pout as I looked at him, "Well that's not fair." I huffed crossing my arms as he let me go.

"Oh baby, trust me. It's fair." His eyes flickered with joy. Before I knew it, Deigo walked up behind me and tipped a tiny bucket full of paint over my head.

I screamed at the sudden coldness and wetness I was feeling. Feeling the paint drip down my body and my outfit.

"You ruined my outfit"

"We will buy you another one baby."

Rolling my eyes, I glared at Deigo who put his hands up in defence.

"Oh Samantha," I called as she walked by.

Samantha was about 5'7 in height, she wore black heels, a black pantsuit with a green top. Her hair was dark brown and was put up into a bun.

"Yes Liliana," she answered with a smile.

"I forgot to mention, I would like a speaker on each floor, that quietly did music."

"Oh, that's perfect, I'll get right onto that as well. You guys have a good day. If you need anything or want to change something. Eduardo has my number, give me a call."

Smiling, I nodded before watching Samantha leave the building.

"What have you done?" Eduardo asked as he walked up. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

Yes these were mafia men who were having fun, honestly I love that about them. They may seem tough but when it comes to family, they like being relaxed. Of course they are still on high alert.

"Samantha said it should take about a month to get everything done. While that is getting done, we will try and organise an open night for you, for everyone to see your art. I will make sure that your family isn't invited Liliana."

Nodding at Eduardo, knowing that he is doing more than my family feels good but I felt a tear drop from my eye.

"Hey," Sebastian whispered pulling me back into him. "It's okay, I know this feeling feels weird and it may hurt. But just know we are your family now. We will do whatever we need to make you happy and feel like you belong."

"That's right Liliana, I didn't know how someone could make me feel so warm and inviting, until Sebastian had brought you around. At first I did think you were a little weird, but that's what makes you, yourself and seeing you be who you are. Makes me proud, you have made our lives better than what they were and we are happy that Sebastian found you," Deigo replied as he stared at me, a small smile on his lips.

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We had all arrived home to see Patricia on the door step with her boxes and suitcases. Eduardo didn't glance at her once, it pained me to see him upset.

"No one harms my family," Eduardo spoke to me. "Don't blame yourself or feel pain. It's good I find out now than later that she is a scumbag. She only wanted me because i had money and nothing more."

"Eduardo please reconsider, I have no where to go." She whined.

Eduardo scoffed as he stared at her, "Well you should have thought of that before you opened your big mouth." He stepped closer to her. "Liliana may be weird to you, but to us she is amazing and has the heart of gold. I don't want to see you here in 10 minutes."

"I'll tell them about you and Sebestian and your buisness."

Eduardo rose an eyebrow and laughed as he stared at her. "What? How many companies we own?"

"I know you are doing something shady and I will find out," Patricia huffed. "When I do, you are going to regret everything."

Sebastian laughed as he looked at Patricia, "Do try but just know. You won't find anything. You heard my father. Leave, or I will have the guards escort you out and make sure you actually do leave."

She stuck her head up, grabbing her bags and headed down the driveway. Struggling to carry all her bags.

"Did you still want us to take the dogs home Papi?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, I am getting too old to keep up with them, plus they've fallen in love with Liliana. I know they can protect her when you are away or working."

Later that afternoon I was sitting by a canvas, outside looking at the sunset behind you. I began to draw whatever came to mind first before painting it. Hearing the back door open behind me, I couldn't turn around as I knew I would lose where I was.

"What are you painting?" I heard Sebastian ask as he sat next to me.

Smiling softly, "It's actually different emotions coming together." I replied, as my finger gently coloured what I needed. "I know sometimes art can be confusing, but it's mainly because we all have different styles. You see here. This is something that is artificial but also clashing." Pointing to what I was talking about.

Sebastian hummed as he listened as I spoke. I went on about the painting and what my plan was to do with it.

(This artwork was created on Wonder an AI picture app. The prompts are by me though)

[sophiewritesworld]

Dating Jun-Ho would include ...

Pairing: Hwang JunHo x F!Reader

A/N: Reader isn't Korean.

First and foremost, dating a cop is challenging but of course Jun-Ho does his best to make this life easy for you.

Jun-Ho tried dating before you but it never worked out because of his job so when you two make it official, he sets to himself to always free time for you.

Which means working three times harder during the day so you can call ou see each other in the evening.

After you move in together, Jun-Ho always make sure to come home on time for dinner and even before if whatever he worked on during the day was not complicated.

He loves coming home to you.

Jun-Ho knows that no matter how hard his day could be, he would come home to love and safety with you.

You never talk about work, he prefers to keep the troubles of his cases in his office rather than bringing them to the comfort of your home.

You always greet him with a kiss and a hug before he goes to shower and change for dinner.

After that you would just settle on the couch and cuddle while watching either something completely random or continue the latest show you started on Netflix.

He is the first one to say "I love you".

Because of the nature of his job, Jun-Ho is confronted to cases most of the time involving women as victims.

One day when you stop by the precinct to drop his lunch, he can't help but hug you tighter than usual before he kisses your forehead and whispers "I love you... I love you so much, (Y/N) you know that right?

You are shocked to hear it out of the blue but of course you knew it because he never failed to show it to you since you started dating many months ago.

"I love you too Jun-Ho"

He teaches you self defence.

Jun-Ho wants to make sure you are capable of protecting yourself if he is not around.

Again, due to his job, he knows that danger can be anywhere.

And Korean

Despite living in Korea for a while before meeting him, you only know the basics because you mostly communicate in English and with Google Translate (terrible idea)

Jun-Ho's English is not bad. But it is not great either.

You often wonder how you even managed to communicate to the point of dating.

Anyways, while he teaches you Korean the best he can, you do the same with English.

Jun-Ho is a sucker for hand holding.

The guy would not move if you are not holding his hand.

And if he is driving, he would have your hand on his lap.

It comforts him.

Calling him "detective"

if no one is around when you stop by the precinct, you always greet him with "hello detective" which always makes him laugh and blush.

Wearing his clothes.

Jun-Ho is at first surprised when he sees you with one of his hoodies when he comes back from work but doesn't point it out.

Not right away.

He waits until you're cuddling against his chest while watching some random show you found on TV to say "By the way, I really love your outfit."

Of course it makes you blush like crazy.

"You should wear my stuff more often."

Working out together.

Though you're not very fond of going to the gym, you push yourself to go for his sake.

He helps you with certain work outs (but really it's just an excuse to have his hands on you).

Meeting his mother.

When he tells you that you are going to his mother's place, you become livid and get scared.

You are afraid she might not like you because of the cultural (and religious??) difference.

But the moment she sees you and despite you not being able to understand each other (not without Jun-Ho interpreting from one language to the other), she absolutely loves you.

Jun-Ho tells her that you take good care of him, which comforts her because she knows her son can be a little neglecting if he has a lot of work.

She always calls him to ask about you and tells him to drop by her place to grab some food she made just for you.

[agentsoftie]

Sleepless Nights ( S.R ) p.2

summary: Y/N and Reid aren’t the most fond of each other. So what happens when sleep, have to share a bed, and get married?

pairing: Y/N x Spencer Reid

a/n: a/n: AHH okay so here it is! It’s my first au so it’s probably not the best. But big thanks to @anepiphany! Ani baby none of this would be happening without you! Thank you for you tips and making me not go insane! Also pls tell me if I slept something wrong cuz like, your girl not the best when it comes to it. Also there will def be a loophole somewhere in my case and if you find one, just let it slide because life is filled with loopholes ❤️ also this is gonna be a two parter! ( this is the second part )

warnings: mentions of a case, angst and blood (the smallest amount), fluff really though

also if you want to be in my permanent taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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“So today happened,” you say while you got into bed.

Yeah, today happened. So, I guess we're gonna do this thing huh,”

Wait, is he asking me out? you think to yourself. No dumbass of course he isn't. He's talking about the event thing. you say to yourself mentally. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, sleep huh.” He asked awkwardly.

“What?”

“You know, sleep. Like us, together. No, wait t-that came out wrong. I meant like we’re gonna sleep, but ike together on the same bed. But if you're not tired then we-” He got cut off by you when you grabbed his arm. Immediately he looked down at your hand and then up. He looked like he had just seen a ghost and gotten an A in a class you were failing at, at the same time.

“Breathe, just breathe. How ‘bout you take a shower huh.” You say in an airy voice while still holding onto his arm.

“Uh, okay. Yeah, a shower. That sounds good.” He said, forcing you to let go of his hand.

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It takes him 10 minutes to finish taking his shower. Tonight he comes out wearing another pair of basketball shorts and another tee. It really makes you wonder if all he goes to sleep in is a pair of shorts and a tee. Like really Reid come on. You have money, use it on some proper pj’s. Although you're one to argue wearing another pair of shorts and a loose crop top.

“You said last night that there was no hot water so it took you ten minutes, well this time there still was and it again still (italicize) took you ten minutes. Like what the fuck!”

“I'm not really one for hot water. But my statement last night still remains true, you took up the hot water.”

“ Reid, this is a hotel. They almost always have hot water running.”

“Okay well, I don’t care!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

“Ha, so you admit it!”

“Admit what?”

“That I’m smarter than you!”

“Well in certain areas, yes,” you said in an annoyed tone. He was smirking at your struggle for answering. “Ugh, can we just go to sleep.” You say not wanting to continue this conversation.

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You woke up to the sound of rain pouring outside. The skies were as gray as a child on a monday. You felt something on your stomach and to your surprise that feeling was a man known as Dr. Spencer freaking Reid. He was laying on you with his head right under your chin. You were holding his hand and your legs were intertwined with his again. You can't remember what happened last night to lead up to this, but what's done is done. The person you've been pining over for the last 3 years was here laying on you and looking like a fucking god.

Your phone started to ring causing him to wake up.

“Emily? Oh, okay yeah, I'll be there in 20.” She told you to go to the address that she had sent you. Saying to bring Reid with you to get your outfits for tonight. “Reid, come on we gotta go.” You say looking down at the art that was placed in front of you.

“No, I don't wanna leave. I just wanna sleep.” You had never seen this side to him before. So soft and sweet. Was the universe trying to make you fall for him? If so, then it was working.

“No come on, we have to get our outfits for tonight. We have to get ready and eat something. So come on, get up.” you say trying to get up but failing because he holds you back.

“No. sleep.” He mumbles half awake.

“Spencer, how ‘bout this. How about you sleep for a little until I take a shower and stuff. Then you can get up.”

“Okay, fine.” And with that he was out, leaving you go gaze over the literal form of perfection.

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“Y/L/N how long does it take to get changed?” Reid yelled.

“Oh will you shush!”

“Geez, no need to get so mean.”

“Iswear I will backhand you so hard if you don't shut up!” You say while walking out. And at the sight of seeing you he was speechless. Staring at you like you had something stuck in your teeth. “What?” You say looking down at your black floor length gown.

“No n-nothing. It's just-”

“Just what?”

“You look good in that dress.”

You looked down immediately after he said that fearing he would see the blush. He did. “Yeah well, you look good too.” you say while moving your hands after the redness was gone.

“I know.” He said, smirking causing you to make a sarcastic face.

“Okay, well we have to go now or Hotch will literally kill us.”

“You. He’ll kill you.” He says while walking out of the door.

“And you would just love that, wouldn't you.” You say following him out.

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“Reid, you have your gun?”Hotch askes.

“Yes.” He said.

“Wait, where should I put mine?” You ask while holding your gun.

“Oh, you see, you're not going to have one.” JJ says while taking your gun away slowly.

“Then what the hell am i going to use as self defence?”

“You're a badass, you'll figure it out.” Emily says suggestively.

“Damn straight.” You say smiling causing her and JJ to laugh. Reid was not impressed.

“Okay, these glasses have a secret video camera in them sending footage to Garcia once you turn it on. So whatever you do, don't take these off.” Hotch says while handing Reid a pair of glasses that match his suit. “And Y/L/N this is your “wedding ring.” It has a video camera in the diamond so try to keep your hand up and try to make it as visible to people as possible.” He says while handing you the ring.

“Okay you're married, so act like it!” Rossi says before you two leave.

“Yeah, you both better be so in love it makes someone sick.” Emily adds.

“Yes mom. Yes dad.” You say jokingly.

“Okay and before you go, here are your earpieces. And we’ll be near the building if anything happens.” JJ says.

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“Y/N, put your left hand on Spencer’s arm.” Garcia says through the earpiece. And you did exactly that. “Okay, now be affectionate.”

“Pen how should we do that.” You say while looking at Reid so it looked like you were talking to someone.

“I don't know? Spencer, kiss her.”

And then bam! Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You didn't know how to react. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in making the kiss even stronger. You then put your hands in his hair and pulled at it a little. And at that moment it was as if the world stopped. As if time froze and fireworks went off. And then all of a sudden he pulled away and you looked down.

“Cherry or Strawberry?” He asks as if nothing just happened.

“I uh- strawberry.”

“Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice that beautiful ring.” Says a guy approaching you.

“Oh thank you! It's very gorgeous isn't it!”You say while looking down at the ring then bringing your hand up.

“But not as gorgeous as you honey.” Reid says while looking at you. Oh god the things he did to your heart.

“Oh, uh how rude of me not to introduce myself. Im Ryan. Ryan Carson.” He says while holding out his hand for both of you to shake.

“Im Y/N Reid and this is my husband Spencer Reid.” You say while shaking his hand after Reid, as always, refused to. Y/N Reid had a nice ring to it, although you would never change your last name. But it sure had a nice ring to it which both you and Reid noticed.

“How long?” Ryan asked.

“3 months.”I said.

“When did you know?”

“The first time she read me The Fault In Our Stars. It was 2 something in the morning and I couldn't sleep so she read it to me. And I just couldn't stop thinking that this is the girl I’m gonna marry.” Reid said. Although that of course never happened, your heart wanted to explode. Right after he said that you kissed him on the cheek. He immediately turned red, but you didn't say anything.

“Wow. That’s just, wow.” Ryan said.

“Guys I think this guy is our friend Thomas. Well not think, know. He looks exactly the same. So make sure to play into his tactics or whatever. Therapy must cost a lot for you sweet children.” Garcia says.

“You know, I’m gonna propose to my girlfriend soon. Would you two help me pick out a ring?”

“What do you think Spenny?” You ask in a joking tone. Spenny, that was one you never used. You liked it, did so did he.

“Well, I think that it’s an amazing idea baby.”

You could see the anger in his eyes. The anger you get before taking a life. You could see that all he wanted to do was end your lives right then and there. Honestly you two could go into acting if all this death gets too heavy for you.

“Great! Then follow me right this way.” He says while leading you to the elevator. The ride was fairly quick but the entire time Reid had his and around your waist pulling you close to him. Oh god the things you would do to have him.

“Here’s my room.” he says while gesturing to you two to go in first. You saw two chairs and then heard the door slam behind you. You jumped at the sound and turned around to see him standing there with a gun pointing that both of you. “You don't want your wife to die a painful death, go sit down on the chair.” And he did exactly that. “Now you too bitch.” he says while pointing the gun at you. And you did exactly what he said.

“What do you want!” You yell at him while he ties you up.

“I want your happiness to end. If I can't have it, then how can you?”

“The world doesn't revolve around you!” And then before you knew it there was blood coming from your arm and a door kicked open.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

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“I’m okay, really I’m fine.” You say to the paramedic wrapping your arm.

“No you’re not! You got shot!” Spencer says.

“Okay well how about I leave you two along for a bit huh.” And with that the paramedic was gone.

“Oh look, you scared the paramedic.” You say while throwing your hands in the air.

“Okay and you scared me.”

“Spencer, I got shot. It happens.”

“Yes Y/N I know but it could have hit an artery and make you bleed out. I could have lost you. Why dont see that. If you die who am I gonna mentaly torture, who am I gonna talk to my mom about, who am I gonna love? I've already lost so much, I can't lose you too. I love you.”

“You love me?”

And just like that he grabbed you and put his lips on yours. You immediately put your hands in his hair and pulled hard, he didn't care though. He pulled you closer to him, making you come back with 10 times more force than before. You pulled apart due to lack of oxygen and he put his head against yours after catching his breath.

“Does that answer your question?” He says softly.

This time you kiss him. Not as aggressive as last time though. This was a small, yet equally as meaningful kiss. “I love you too.”

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly then all at once” – John Green

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[believerindaydreams]

Okay I'm already hitting the books for how to create a companion for New Vegas, so here's some preliminary musings about Carla Boone

As a teaser, her SPECIAL

Strength. 5. She's trucking a sewing machine across the Mojave in addition to your random vendor cruft, she needs it.

Perception. 4. People skills aren't her strong suit.

Endurance. 10. I'm postulating her unreasonable survival, I might as well bake that in.

Charisma. 3. It would also explain a lot about the Novac reaction to her if she was min-maxing.

Intelligence. 5. I thought about "is she not wiser than this in your stories" and actually no, she isn't.

Agility. 9, but 10 with Small Frame. Something something her first go at a target she hit all bullseye's while looking the other way, Boone was <3

Luck. 4. It can't be that high, for...obvious reasons.

- perk "What Doesn't Show". Carla's a seamstress for the classy Mojave resident. The Courier receives a +10 DT bonus when wearing any non-armor clothing.

- how do you recruit. In my dreams (why worry about feasibility at this stage??), it would be linked to successfully concluding Boone's quest. You'd get another quest from Colonel Hsu to go undermine the Legion at Flagstaff, where you two and Carla burn down the slave markets (the existence of the mod at all implies that Boone missed the shot). Then they go back to Novac and you lose him for three days of time, then he'll travel with you again. But next time you send him to Novac, he won't be there when you return; instead, Carla will be waiting at Cliff's to ask your help finding her husband...

-affinity. That's 4, innit.

- reaction lines. Ooh that is a whole nother post.

- will she give you items? Why not. You can ask her for a free pre-war hat or bonnet once a day.

- specialised tasks. She has a repair skill of 75 (some of the specialised armor stuff is beyond her, I imagine).

- is she romanceable. I'm suddenly grateful that you can't really romance anyone in FNV, because the amount of tinkering you would have to do to Boone's code...

- unique outfit or weapon. Comes with a modified Vault 21 jumpsuit with +1 charisma but lower defence due to her having cut the legs off and refashioned it into a dress. Uses a Fallout 3 Rock-It Launcher. This presents insoluble problems, programming wise.

- quest. "Answer Me, My Love": Boone's gone because he's been recalled to the NCR forces and is at Camp McCarran. The OSI is attempting to reverse-engineer the psyker Spotter ability, and they're not too fussy about the ethics of it. Quest takes place in the disused airport tunnels, features two horribly mutated soldiers who used to be First Recon, and culminates with Boone in a comatose state on a medical gurney. His body is being used as the source for a new chem designed to give regular NCR soldiers the spotter perk.

Carla has to decide whether to A. rescue him, B. kill him, C. accept the OSI assurance that Boone did this on purpose, at which point she will volunteer to test the chem herself. She will generally listen to your opinion about what to do, unless you were especially nasty to her in Flagstaff or say rude things about Boone.

Your infamy with the NCR goes up dramatically if you rescue or kill Boone, and you automatically fail For the Republic, Part 2 if you rescue him (they really wanted this chem for Hoover Dam). If you rescue him, you get your companion back, escape out of the tunnels, and are henceforth subject to arrest/death on sight by NCR military police. If you kill him, status quo, Carla goes back to Novac afterwards, you get a massive karma hit but she'll thank you and reward you with the Lucky Shades she stole in Flagstaff and the Top Hat, her greatest creation and a +2 to charisma. If she tests the chem, you get a mechanically-similar replacement for Boone, NCR fame, and a big bonus from the OSI coffers. Also the option to get the Spotter perk with *any* non-robot companion, since you can now force-feed them a chem for it.

A rescued Boone will still wear his hat and faction armor, because. You can ask whether he thinks it's a good thing he was rescued, to which the entire response will be "yeah".

- opinion on Factions. As a former Vault 21 resident, she will leave permanently if you support House to the point of blowing up the Brotherhood bunker, and also if you have too much affinity with the Legion. NCR she's ok with unless you take the rescue ending of her quest. Yes Man is her preference.

She likes the Great Khans, the Followers, and the Strip, dislikes the Powder Gangers.

- which game? uh, New Vegas.

start an ask meme around ur fallout oc as a companion:

what perk would they give the player?

how do you recruit them? are there multiple methods?

what raises and lowers their affinity?

how do they react to certain things? what do they say? (eg. lockpicking, grabbing junk, killing?)

do they periodically give the player items? what kind of items?

would they be able to do specialised task? (eg. repairs, hacking)

would they be romancable?

do they have a unique outfit or weapon?

what would be their personal quest, if they have one?

what are their opinions on certain factions? (eg. brotherhood, NCR)

general voice lines? (in reaction to companion wheel selections)

where would you find them in the world?

which game would they be from?

miscellaneous facts?