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[riddlesknot]

It was like in one of the episode where three girls who played football got kidnapped ( I think it was football) JJ was actually very emotional that episode and Reid picked up on it and basically came to the conclusion that there was a chance that JJ was the mean girl in high school. Though I don't think it was ever confirmed. I do feel guilty as well, but it worked with the fic.

Weak | part two

Masterlist

Part one Part two

Summary: Secrets are revealed as you're interrogated for your father's death.

Type: angst, with fluff at the end.

Pairing: former Emily prentiss x reader, daughter x reader.

Word Count: 1000+

Warning: mentions of death, interrogation, physical abuse.

A/n : I'm actually not sure about this one. Hope you like it though.

It wasn’t long before the policemen came back into the room that you lifted your head up. “The FBI has been informed about your arrest,” the man informed before he sat on the other side of the interrogation table. “they’ll be here in a couple of hours.”

You didn’t say anything just simply hummed in acknowledgement. “Why did you do it?” he asked after a few moments of silence. You shook your head, tapping your fingers on the desk.

“I didn’t, “you responded as the mans lips pulled down into a frown. “I had just arrived when you arrested me,” you lied. You knew they had no evidence of you being inside the house. There had been no witnesses that have come forth, and in the small neighbourhood you grew up in, there were no security cameras.

You sat up in your chair as the man opened a folder, the one with the pictures of damage. That was when you figured it out. A few hours? You only live half an hour away from the precinct. He was lying, the slight sweat that gathered around the top of his forehead, the bouncing of his leg. So, you decided to play along. “This is the damage caused to your childhood home, “he slipped one photo onto the table in front of you, knowing you had to play this right, and you frowned. “The remains of your father, “he slipped another photo over in front of you once again. You knew that your co-workers were most likely profiling you, so you did what any wrongly accused suspect did and looked away.

“Surely you’ve seen worse?” the detective asked as he caught the movement.

You shook your head before swallowing. “None of them were my family,“ you responded. If you are being honest, you wouldn’t even count your father as family. “I didn’t do this,“ you expressed the right amount of emotion into your tone. It wasn’t overly emotional that it was suspicious, but it wasn’t under either. It was perfect.

As if hearing a voice talk into his ear the officer stood, “people from your neighbourhood have collectively come forth and contributed what they know about your childhood,” the officer informed as he rounded the table in order to get closer. He was trying to get you to break. You knew all about the different interrogation tactics. “Your father would hit you, wouldn’t he?” the officer asked. In response, you clenched your jaw and tightly gripped the desk.

“You have no right,” you growled as you glared at the officer dangerously. “You know nothing about me.”

The officer clicked his tongue with a smirk, “Did I hit a nerve?” he taunted as your breathing got heavier and your fists clenched as you looked away from him. “What about this? Your mother’s death wasn’t an accident, was it?” Your head snapped back to the officer as you violently thrashed at the officer.

“You don’t know anything!” you screamed as your wrists dug into your cuffs drawing blood, “She was good, “your voice broke as you uttered those words, “she was good,” you repeated as your voice got quieter and your eyes closed.

“Was she? Or was she like your father?” the detective pressed as he leant his face into yours, opting for a reaction. Instead of giving him a vocal reaction, you simply opened your eyes as you spat in his face.

Your glare got more vicious as he wiped your spit off of his face with a chuckle. “I want my call “you concluded as you looked up at the detective with a stoic face. “You can’t deny me my rights.” You reminded me as you saw the detective hesitate.

“Fine, one call,” the detective reluctantly agreed, grabbing a phone from his pocket and setting it down in front of you before walking out of the room.

Picking up the phone with shaky hands, you sighed as you dialled the number. “Hello?” The voice came from the other end of the phone line.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need you to pick her up again,” you explained into the phone, “Please,” you begged as the person sighed on the other end.

“She’s your daughter, and you barely have time to pick her up?” the person criticised as you wiped a hand over your face. “Why can’t you?” they asked.

“I’m getting questioned for my father’s death,” you admitted. There was a pause before they agreed.

“After I pick her up, I’m coming to get you,” they grumbled. You quickly thanked them before hanging up.

You could hear faint conversation outside the door before it burst open, “You have a daughter?” it was JJ, of course it was. She looked hurt, angry, and confused.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here for another couple of hours?” you mumbled lazily, lifting your eyebrow. Shaking your head, you ignored her question.

“How? How long?” JJ queried as she stalked towards you. When you didn’t answer, she smacked the table, and a loud smack echoed through the room, causing you to flinch slowly.

Looking into her wild eyes, you leaned forward, “she’s not her’s,” Your voice was confident as you told her the piece of information that had been eating you up from the inside.

“Who’s is it?” she swallowed after a second of silence. You didn’t say anything but look away.

“Mine, that’s all that matters, “you responded as you rolled you eyes, you pursed your lips together.

JJ scowled at your vague answer before huffing. “Before or after?” she asked calmly as she stood up straight, looking down at you.

“After, I would never hurt her,” you snapped. The blood around your handcuffs had since dried as you held your hands up. “Please, take them off,” you pleaded as you looked into her eyes.

“No,” she declared, your eyes narrowed as they hardened. “You’re dangerous,” she concluded as you licked your lips staring at her quietly.

More yelling came from outside the door before it burst open once more. There stood your best friend and your daughter. Your daughter ran into the room at the sight of you and climbed into your lap. You kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “You have no reason to question my client if there is no evidence,” your best friend spoke as she looked at JJ.

“Hey baby, how was school?” You questioned your daughter, smiling at the way her eyes lit up at your question.

“Good, we played tag, and I won, “she declared as you let out a tiny chuckle at her enthusiasm.

It wasn’t long before you were let out of your cuffs. There was no viable evidence that suggested you committed the murder meaning they had nothing to hold against you.

“Thank you,” you murmured to your best friend as you walked to the car with you daughters’ small hand barely gripping onto yours. She didn’t response just merely nodded. And as you looked down at your daughter you saw everything that you weren’t. Innocent, kind, happy, strong, and so full of life.

@ctrlamira @bluecandycake @sleep-deprived-athlete

#criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss x reader #be gay commit arson

[riddlesknot]

Thank you so much. I figured that I would create a part 3 soon when I get enough time if you would be interested? And I had to make someone the bad guy. LMAO

Weak | part two

Masterlist

Part one Part two

Summary: Secrets are revealed as you're interrogated for your father's death.

Type: angst, with fluff at the end.

Pairing: former Emily prentiss x reader, daughter x reader.

Word Count: 1000+

Warning: mentions of death, interrogation, physical abuse.

A/n : I'm actually not sure about this one. Hope you like it though.

It wasn’t long before the policemen came back into the room that you lifted your head up. “The FBI has been informed about your arrest,” the man informed before he sat on the other side of the interrogation table. “they’ll be here in a couple of hours.”

You didn’t say anything just simply hummed in acknowledgement. “Why did you do it?” he asked after a few moments of silence. You shook your head, tapping your fingers on the desk.

“I didn’t, “you responded as the mans lips pulled down into a frown. “I had just arrived when you arrested me,” you lied. You knew they had no evidence of you being inside the house. There had been no witnesses that have come forth, and in the small neighbourhood you grew up in, there were no security cameras.

You sat up in your chair as the man opened a folder, the one with the pictures of damage. That was when you figured it out. A few hours? You only live half an hour away from the precinct. He was lying, the slight sweat that gathered around the top of his forehead, the bouncing of his leg. So, you decided to play along. “This is the damage caused to your childhood home, “he slipped one photo onto the table in front of you, knowing you had to play this right, and you frowned. “The remains of your father, “he slipped another photo over in front of you once again. You knew that your co-workers were most likely profiling you, so you did what any wrongly accused suspect did and looked away.

“Surely you’ve seen worse?” the detective asked as he caught the movement.

You shook your head before swallowing. “None of them were my family,“ you responded. If you are being honest, you wouldn’t even count your father as family. “I didn’t do this,“ you expressed the right amount of emotion into your tone. It wasn’t overly emotional that it was suspicious, but it wasn’t under either. It was perfect.

As if hearing a voice talk into his ear the officer stood, “people from your neighbourhood have collectively come forth and contributed what they know about your childhood,” the officer informed as he rounded the table in order to get closer. He was trying to get you to break. You knew all about the different interrogation tactics. “Your father would hit you, wouldn’t he?” the officer asked. In response, you clenched your jaw and tightly gripped the desk.

“You have no right,” you growled as you glared at the officer dangerously. “You know nothing about me.”

The officer clicked his tongue with a smirk, “Did I hit a nerve?” he taunted as your breathing got heavier and your fists clenched as you looked away from him. “What about this? Your mother’s death wasn’t an accident, was it?” Your head snapped back to the officer as you violently thrashed at the officer.

“You don’t know anything!” you screamed as your wrists dug into your cuffs drawing blood, “She was good, “your voice broke as you uttered those words, “she was good,” you repeated as your voice got quieter and your eyes closed.

“Was she? Or was she like your father?” the detective pressed as he leant his face into yours, opting for a reaction. Instead of giving him a vocal reaction, you simply opened your eyes as you spat in his face.

Your glare got more vicious as he wiped your spit off of his face with a chuckle. “I want my call “you concluded as you looked up at the detective with a stoic face. “You can’t deny me my rights.” You reminded me as you saw the detective hesitate.

“Fine, one call,” the detective reluctantly agreed, grabbing a phone from his pocket and setting it down in front of you before walking out of the room.

Picking up the phone with shaky hands, you sighed as you dialled the number. “Hello?” The voice came from the other end of the phone line.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need you to pick her up again,” you explained into the phone, “Please,” you begged as the person sighed on the other end.

“She’s your daughter, and you barely have time to pick her up?” the person criticised as you wiped a hand over your face. “Why can’t you?” they asked.

“I’m getting questioned for my father’s death,” you admitted. There was a pause before they agreed.

“After I pick her up, I’m coming to get you,” they grumbled. You quickly thanked them before hanging up.

You could hear faint conversation outside the door before it burst open, “You have a daughter?” it was JJ, of course it was. She looked hurt, angry, and confused.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here for another couple of hours?” you mumbled lazily, lifting your eyebrow. Shaking your head, you ignored her question.

“How? How long?” JJ queried as she stalked towards you. When you didn’t answer, she smacked the table, and a loud smack echoed through the room, causing you to flinch slowly.

Looking into her wild eyes, you leaned forward, “she’s not her’s,” Your voice was confident as you told her the piece of information that had been eating you up from the inside.

“Who’s is it?” she swallowed after a second of silence. You didn’t say anything but look away.

“Mine, that’s all that matters, “you responded as you rolled you eyes, you pursed your lips together.

JJ scowled at your vague answer before huffing. “Before or after?” she asked calmly as she stood up straight, looking down at you.

“After, I would never hurt her,” you snapped. The blood around your handcuffs had since dried as you held your hands up. “Please, take them off,” you pleaded as you looked into her eyes.

“No,” she declared, your eyes narrowed as they hardened. “You’re dangerous,” she concluded as you licked your lips staring at her quietly.

More yelling came from outside the door before it burst open once more. There stood your best friend and your daughter. Your daughter ran into the room at the sight of you and climbed into your lap. You kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “You have no reason to question my client if there is no evidence,” your best friend spoke as she looked at JJ.

“Hey baby, how was school?” You questioned your daughter, smiling at the way her eyes lit up at your question.

“Good, we played tag, and I won, “she declared as you let out a tiny chuckle at her enthusiasm.

It wasn’t long before you were let out of your cuffs. There was no viable evidence that suggested you committed the murder meaning they had nothing to hold against you.

“Thank you,” you murmured to your best friend as you walked to the car with you daughters’ small hand barely gripping onto yours. She didn’t response just merely nodded. And as you looked down at your daughter you saw everything that you weren’t. Innocent, kind, happy, strong, and so full of life.

@ctrlamira @bluecandycake @sleep-deprived-athlete

#criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss x reader #be gay commit arson

[riddlesknot]

Please request something I'm bored...

( I'm not asking. )

😃😃

#criminal minds #be gay commit arson #the 100 #yellowjackets #glee #heartbreak high #obx fic

[riddlesknot]

Gone

Masterlist

Summary: your brother said he would be fine. Is he?

Type: angst.

Pairing: Isabelle Lightwood x reader, Platonic Sebastian Valec x reader.

Word Count: 1100+

Warning: mentions of death, reader in pain, losing part of your soul.

A/n: I've been in a pretty bad mood lately, and it kinda shows.

It was strange, the way your brother left, or at least you thought it was, no one else thought it was. It only got worse when one cold night, when you were walking down the streets of London, pain filled your body as your Parabatai rune slowly faded. The pain was like nothing you had ever experienced. You had weakly stumbled back the way you came and slammed through the doors of the London institute. Your skin was frail by the time that someone had helped you, sweat had gathered at the base of your forehead, and your skin was burning.

Never had you thought that Sebastian would die. He was always the better fighter. Your brother flashed through your mind; his smile was the most distinctive you could catch. Your eyes flicked back and forth under your eye lids as you groaned in pain once more. Your muscles spasmed as another shock of pain shot through your body once more, your screams echoed through the institute.

“You’re so annoying,” you whined as your brother held your stele up with one arm. Every time you tried to reach it, but every time you jumped, he would suddenly pull his hand back, making you huff in frustration.

“Am I?” he retorted an amused grin painted on his face. You jumped once more, and the memory faded as you did.

You could vaguely feel someone’s hands under your thighs, your body leaving the slight comfort of the bed you were placed upon earlier. The faint reassurance that was whispered into your ear as they walked with you in their arms. The ache of your body had slightly diminished, but the growing heat that flashed through your body had grown almost unbearable. Suddenly, your body felt wobbly, a feeling you had felt multiple times. A portal, but to where? You didn’t have time to ponder that thought because before you knew it, another rush of pain flushed through your body. Your voice broke as your pained scream pierced through the eery silence on wherever you had been portaled.

“You’re not alone,” you whispered as you held him close. “I’ll be here till the end,” his glossy eyes looked up, connecting to your genuine ones. Every time he had felt weak, you had made him feel strong. Every time you felt like giving up, he was there for you.

“Promise?” he asked, his voice was quiet and hesitant. This had been the day that you had decided he was all you had and that you would do anything for him. He was your brother. Your only family.

“Promise.”

“What happened?” You heard a voice ask as the pain subsided the tiniest bit. Just enough for you to focus on your surroundings. However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt the weight on your chest get heavier. Your hands and legs had been tied to the edges of the bed, so you didn’t hurt yourself. The person didn’t respond but simply lifted your shirt slightly, showing them the slowly fading rune. The rune was almost half-way faded.

“Why bring her here?” another voice asked. You thrashed against the restraints, gritting your teeth.

“Her brother’s here, “ the person informed, “He’s her Parabatai. His name is Sebastian.”

Your breathing got quicker. It felt as though your lungs were rejecting air as your eyebrows screwed tightly together. In panic, you thrashed harder against the restraints, the pain quickly becoming too much for you to consciously bear. As you succumbed to the overwhelming darkness, you were welcomed by another memory.

Your hand was engulfed in Sebastian’s as the blew fire around you roared. “Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee,” he chanted as he looked fixedly into your eyes.

“For whither thou goest, I will go,” you chanted as you both stared into each other’s eyes. “And where thou lodgest, thy people will be my people, thy god will be my god.”

“When thou diest, I will die. And there I will be buried. The Angel do so to me.” He chants back, his grip upon your arm tightening ever so slightly.

“If aught but death part thee and me.” You both chant together, your voices mixing as the fire glowed impossibly bright, and a searing pain on your stomach presented itself. Sebastian winced as your hand tightened over his arm before he copied your actions.

You choked on your breath before your eyes snapped open. “Sebastian?” You breathed; your eyes were wild as you glanced around the room in a frenzy. Your eyes caught on the faces of three people watching you, calculating your next move. “Where’s my brother, where am I?” you asked as you slipped out of the bed.

“You’re in the New York institute,” a voice to your left responded, James, your brother’s best friend. “Listen, I’m going to need you to sit down.” He spoke sternly as he pointed down to the bed.

“No, what? Are you crazy?” You eyed him; the dull ache of your body was still presented. “Somethings wrong. I need to find my brother.” You pat your pants looking for your stele, finding your pockets empty you titled your head at James. “Where is it?” You snapped as you looked at him expectantly, holding your hand out, “Give it.”

James simply shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he responded as his eyes lingered on your stomach.

You followed his gazed down at your covered stomach, and his eyes were rested at your Parabatai rune. Lifting your shirt, you stifled a sob. What used to be a mark representing a soul bond was now faded into nothing on your stomach. Your arm reached for the wall as nausea rushed through your head. Everything was fuzzy. You felt as though a weight was pushing you down; causing you to lose balance.

“Woah,” James spoke as he rushed towards your fragile figure, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him. “It’s okay, it’s going to all be okay,” he coaxed as he held your cheeks. “I’m here.”

A deep sob racked through your chest.

That was by far the worst day of your life. It was safe to say that you never recovered, you never went back to London. You couldn’t. Your transferred to Idris leaving behind all the memories you held of your brother. James had helped considerably, never leaving your side. He quickly became the only person that you could rely on.

You hadn’t forgotten about the people that had helped you the first days for found out. You hadn’t forgotten her. You could never. She was beautiful, her curly ebony hair that fell down her back and her small smile. She would frown every time you reminisced about your brother. She knew that it only made you sad. Everything has changed. Your brother was no longer with you, and a part of your soul was lost with him. However, she bought you the tiniest bit of relief in your pain.

#isabelle lightwood x reader #isabelle lightwood #sebastian valec #shadowhunters #x reader #wlw #angst #light fluff

[riddlesknot]

Weak | part two

Masterlist

Part one Part two

Summary: Secrets are revealed as you're interrogated for your father's death.

Type: angst, with fluff at the end.

Pairing: former Emily prentiss x reader, daughter x reader.

Word Count: 1000+

Warning: mentions of death, interrogation, physical abuse.

A/n : I'm actually not sure about this one. Hope you like it though.

It wasn’t long before the policemen came back into the room that you lifted your head up. “The FBI has been informed about your arrest,” the man informed before he sat on the other side of the interrogation table. “they’ll be here in a couple of hours.”

You didn’t say anything just simply hummed in acknowledgement. “Why did you do it?” he asked after a few moments of silence. You shook your head, tapping your fingers on the desk.

“I didn’t, “you responded as the mans lips pulled down into a frown. “I had just arrived when you arrested me,” you lied. You knew they had no evidence of you being inside the house. There had been no witnesses that have come forth, and in the small neighbourhood you grew up in, there were no security cameras.

You sat up in your chair as the man opened a folder, the one with the pictures of damage. That was when you figured it out. A few hours? You only live half an hour away from the precinct. He was lying, the slight sweat that gathered around the top of his forehead, the bouncing of his leg. So, you decided to play along. “This is the damage caused to your childhood home, “he slipped one photo onto the table in front of you, knowing you had to play this right, and you frowned. “The remains of your father, “he slipped another photo over in front of you once again. You knew that your co-workers were most likely profiling you, so you did what any wrongly accused suspect did and looked away.

“Surely you’ve seen worse?” the detective asked as he caught the movement.

You shook your head before swallowing. “None of them were my family,“ you responded. If you are being honest, you wouldn’t even count your father as family. “I didn’t do this,“ you expressed the right amount of emotion into your tone. It wasn’t overly emotional that it was suspicious, but it wasn’t under either. It was perfect.

As if hearing a voice talk into his ear the officer stood, “people from your neighbourhood have collectively come forth and contributed what they know about your childhood,” the officer informed as he rounded the table in order to get closer. He was trying to get you to break. You knew all about the different interrogation tactics. “Your father would hit you, wouldn’t he?” the officer asked. In response, you clenched your jaw and tightly gripped the desk.

“You have no right,” you growled as you glared at the officer dangerously. “You know nothing about me.”

The officer clicked his tongue with a smirk, “Did I hit a nerve?” he taunted as your breathing got heavier and your fists clenched as you looked away from him. “What about this? Your mother’s death wasn’t an accident, was it?” Your head snapped back to the officer as you violently thrashed at the officer.

“You don’t know anything!” you screamed as your wrists dug into your cuffs drawing blood, “She was good, “your voice broke as you uttered those words, “she was good,” you repeated as your voice got quieter and your eyes closed.

“Was she? Or was she like your father?” the detective pressed as he leant his face into yours, opting for a reaction. Instead of giving him a vocal reaction, you simply opened your eyes as you spat in his face.

Your glare got more vicious as he wiped your spit off of his face with a chuckle. “I want my call “you concluded as you looked up at the detective with a stoic face. “You can’t deny me my rights.” You reminded me as you saw the detective hesitate.

“Fine, one call,” the detective reluctantly agreed, grabbing a phone from his pocket and setting it down in front of you before walking out of the room.

Picking up the phone with shaky hands, you sighed as you dialled the number. “Hello?” The voice came from the other end of the phone line.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need you to pick her up again,” you explained into the phone, “Please,” you begged as the person sighed on the other end.

“She’s your daughter, and you barely have time to pick her up?” the person criticised as you wiped a hand over your face. “Why can’t you?” they asked.

“I’m getting questioned for my father’s death,” you admitted. There was a pause before they agreed.

“After I pick her up, I’m coming to get you,” they grumbled. You quickly thanked them before hanging up.

You could hear faint conversation outside the door before it burst open, “You have a daughter?” it was JJ, of course it was. She looked hurt, angry, and confused.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here for another couple of hours?” you mumbled lazily, lifting your eyebrow. Shaking your head, you ignored her question.

“How? How long?” JJ queried as she stalked towards you. When you didn’t answer, she smacked the table, and a loud smack echoed through the room, causing you to flinch slowly.

Looking into her wild eyes, you leaned forward, “she’s not her’s,” Your voice was confident as you told her the piece of information that had been eating you up from the inside.

“Who’s is it?” she swallowed after a second of silence. You didn’t say anything but look away.

“Mine, that’s all that matters, “you responded as you rolled you eyes, you pursed your lips together.

JJ scowled at your vague answer before huffing. “Before or after?” she asked calmly as she stood up straight, looking down at you.

“After, I would never hurt her,” you snapped. The blood around your handcuffs had since dried as you held your hands up. “Please, take them off,” you pleaded as you looked into her eyes.

“No,” she declared, your eyes narrowed as they hardened. “You’re dangerous,” she concluded as you licked your lips staring at her quietly.

More yelling came from outside the door before it burst open once more. There stood your best friend and your daughter. Your daughter ran into the room at the sight of you and climbed into your lap. You kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “You have no reason to question my client if there is no evidence,” your best friend spoke as she looked at JJ.

“Hey baby, how was school?” You questioned your daughter, smiling at the way her eyes lit up at your question.

“Good, we played tag, and I won, “she declared as you let out a tiny chuckle at her enthusiasm.

It wasn’t long before you were let out of your cuffs. There was no viable evidence that suggested you committed the murder meaning they had nothing to hold against you.

“Thank you,” you murmured to your best friend as you walked to the car with you daughters’ small hand barely gripping onto yours. She didn’t response just merely nodded. And as you looked down at your daughter you saw everything that you weren’t. Innocent, kind, happy, strong, and so full of life.

@ctrlamira @bluecandycake @sleep-deprived-athlete

#criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss x reader #be gay commit arson #child abuse #tw #angst with a happy ending

[riddlesknot]

Not Alone

Masterlist

Summary: You go down to Earth just to see her again.

Type: Fluff

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x reader, Platonic Octavia Blake x reader.

Word Count: 2000+

Warning: mentions of death, arson.

A/n : I got writers block around the ending, so I'm sorry if it doesn't match or it's not exceptional. Also, I'm really bad at writing fluff.

In 2052, the world as we knew it, ended. That was 97 years ago, when all hope for normal lives ceased in the minds of everyone who survived. At least some. You were born to a considerable normal family, there wasn’t any show or abnormality. Your father was a mechanic and your mother a nurse. You were raised alongside your child-hood friends Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha, you learnt everything together. They knew nearly everything about you and you them, or at least they used to. Ever since Clarke had been locked in the Sky box it had just been you and Wells, and as much as you like the boy. You were missing Clarke.

You knew your admiration for the Griffin girl wasn’t considered normal in the term of friends. However, that never stopped you from helped your mother at the hospital, just so you could ask Abby how her daughter was going. At this point 3you wouldn’t be surprised if Abby knew about your affections for her daughter.

The past years with Clarke and Wells, had been you and Wells practically fighting for her attention. You wouldn’t be surprised that if she was ever release it would be the same. It was still the same when she was locked up, you would visit Abby, and Wells would beg his dad to see her. Although his begging was never rewarded. So, when Wells had heard the rumour that all 100 inmates in the Sky box were to be sent down to earth, both you and him had devised a plan. One that for sure would get you sent down with them.

Now here you stood before what used to be the only tree known in the Ark. The flames flickered as both you and Wells hold matches. The screams of outrage reached your ears as both you and Wells exchanged nervous looks. Heavy footsteps bounded through the hallways approaching where you continued to stand. There at least a dozen of guards appeared around the corner of the door.

Throwing the match to the ground Wells held his hands in front of him. You scoffed in retaliation before muttering a quiet, “desperate much?” Wells rolled his eyes as the guards grabbed the both of you harshly. You knew this was it, if the rumours were fake and Wells had been wrong this was going to be considered your last bit of freedom. But, if they were right, you would get to see her again. You would move the entire world for her. Kill for her. Would Wells do that? No.

That’s probably why you considered yourself the better option. It was obvious in your eyes. Wells was in love of the idea of a perfect little girlfriend, one that would follow his every move, who was smart and beautiful. You were in love with Clarke, who she was herself, not the idea of her.

The days in the sky box were boring, you celled with a girl named Octavia. She wasn’t bad, entertaining with the questions she had about your life but other than that you two didn’t really converse. You spent most of the days reading the books your mother had begged Councillor Jaha to give you. One of the books had contained a little pocket and it consisted of the small dove necklace that your father had made you when you were born. You had left it in your room merely hours before you got sent to the Sky box just so the guards couldn’t take it. So, you were more than slightly relieved when you found it in the book.

The day after you received your necklace, guards had come to duty early. Or so you thought, in fact Wells was right. The 100, now 102, were going to be sent down to earth. As the guards opened the metal door to your cell you slowly stood up, Octavia glanced at you nervously before taking a small step backwards.

“Prisoners 83 and 39 please follow us,” the gruff voice of the guards left no debate as two other guards flanked him holding their tasers in warning.

“It’ll be okay, “you whispered confidently to Octavia, walking first you followed the owner of the voice as he started walking down the hall. Octavia following you, quickly grabbing onto your hand. “Are you okay?” you muttered as you looked down at her. She nodded sending an unsure smile as she timed her steps with yours.

It was minutes being escorted down to the mechanical bay, this had inevitable confused Octavia who had been glued to your side the whole time. “How are you not freaking out right now?” she asked as she took in your calm stature before her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. “You know what this is about don’t you?” her hand slipped out of yours as you nodded.

“They’re not going to hurt us,” you responded as the corner of your lips fell into a frown. Your hand feeling surprisingly cold without her touch. Growing up you had always wanted a sibling, and when you met Octavia, it felt as though that void was filled.

Surprising to you, Octavia slipped her hand into yours once more. “Okay,” she wasn’t saying she trusted your every word, but you seemed so sure that it convinced her.

Finally, they reached the bottom of the mechanical section, as you spotted the pod you exhaled deeply. Tapping the shoulder of the Guard in front of you, “is my father here, he works in the mechanics field?” The guard shook his head as his lips tightened before his head turned and his eyes met yours.

“All parents were sent home for the day,” he stated before ushering the both of you into the pod. You face fell as Octavia squeezed your hand gently in comfort her eyes holding slight sympathy.

Sitting down in the first seat you could, you grabbed the ‘seat belt’. It was a piece of metal tied to a strap that tied around another piece of metal, that clicked in. It wasn’t necessarily safe. From the opposite side of you was, Wells. He sent you a tentative smile as his eyes connected with yours. Sending a timid smile back your head turn to the side to find Octavia sat next to you flirting with the boy beside her. With a long sigh you close your eyes, this might take a while.

Your eyes snapped open when someone was placed in the other chair opposite you, next to Wells. The shuffling of the guards was quiet but still noticeable over the complaining of the other teenagers. The blonde of her hair still looked the same, just slightly more dishevelled, however she was still as beautiful as you remembered. She was passed out, most likely a sedative given by the guards. She looked relaxed, the frown lines between her eyebrows had disappeared and her face was relaxed without the normal frown she usually wore.

The pod had launched by the time Clarke had awoken, Wells had desperately tried to talk to her, but she’d simply brush him off with harsh words and an eye roll. As bad as you felt for Wells you could help the tug of your lips when she blew him off. Clarke’s eyes analysed the faces around her, her eyebrow lifted and her lips downturned when her eyes caught yours. You sent her a small smile, one that she hesitantly reciprocated. The pod shook violently as you held the makeshift seatbelt between your fingers so tight that your knuckles turned white. The faint sound of Chancellor Jaha still blasted through the pod as everyone let out surprised gasps, screams and shrieks.

Inhaling deep you turned your head to the side to find Octavia already looking at you. Her eyes held a sliver of panic that soon faded when you sent her a small smile and held out your hand. You gripped her hand desperately, ignoring all the banter that had continued through the pod about Wells and his father. That was until a boy unbuckled his seatbelt and started floating.

“Spacewalk bandit strikes again,” a boy yelled as the floater smirked in his direction causing many cheers. You rolled your eyes and scoffed out a small, ‘idiot’. You didn’t have a problem with the boy risking his life, not one, until he approached Wells.

“Check it out. Your dad floated me, after all.” The floater taunted, as he did a flip landing in front of Wells. As much as the friendly competition between Wells and you went, it didn’t involve ignoring each other when they needed help.

“I wouldn’t be talking, Space boy, you wasted a month of oxygen on the Ark. Oxygen that our families need to survive. I wouldn’t exactly call that brave; I’d call it plain stupidity.” You retorted as he turned to you with a frown.

“I got nothing up there, not anymore,” he responded with a scoff, “Why should I care what happens to them?” he asked as he floated over towards you. You didn’t say anything but smile.

“So, you wouldn’t even care if your girlfriend suffocated, because I can tell you, they’re sending us down for extra months of oxygen, because idiots like you decide it isn’t important.” You argued with a teasing smile on your face, Octavia squeezed your hand in warning as he came close to your face, almost as if he was threating you.

“how’d you know about that?” he breathed as he continued to float in front of you. You rolled your eyes, as you squeezed Octavia’s hand.

“I got my secrets and you got yours,” he raised his eyebrows clearly not convinced, if felt like minutes before he floated away from you. It was true, he had his secrets and you had yours. Not that you would ever tell your secret to a listening audience anyway. Your other hand clasped over your necklace. No one could know.

It didn’t take long before two other idiots decided to start floating as well, however that didn’t last long because they soon broke the Earth’s atmosphere, where the pod jerked and twisted as two bodies flew into the ceiling and floor repeatedly. “Look away,” you advised as you leaned into Octavia’s ear as you caught her watching in horror, she did as you said as her hand squeezed your impossibly tight.

You could hear Wells confessions and apologies over the sound of blaring alarms and the sizzling of wires. You heard just enough to feel absolutely sorry for the boy as you watched Clarke claim her hatred for him. More people shouted in fear as the pod made one last jerk. The buckles of the seatbelts were thrown around as the rush of teenagers scrambled down to the lower deck. Turning to Octavia, you found her stuck, the belt had caught onto an extra piece of metal making it impossible to untie.

“Hold still, “you said quietly as you leaned over her, grabbing a small knife from your back pocket.

“Where’d you get that?” she asked when she noticed the knife. Your eyebrows were knitted in concentration as you rubbed back and forth on the strap that kept her tied to the chair.

You could hear voices behind you, “the guard shoved it in my pocket before anyone could notice, said it was from my father,” you explained as she watched you intently, smiling once the tension she felt to the seat disappear.

A voice called your name as you smiled down to Octavia, “what are you doing here?” her voice asked as you finally turned around.

“I couldn’t let you go alone, not without me,” you admitted as you walked closer towards her. You reached out, grabbing her hands before you pulled her into a deep hug. “I missed you, beautiful,” you whispered as your lips brushed against her ear. Your hands were snaked around her waist as you held her flush against you. “More than I would like to admit.”

#clarke griffin x reader #the 100 #octavia blake #fluff #apocolyptic #the100 x reader

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Please please do a sequel to weak!!!

Personally, I think since the reader knows what to do and not do in order to seem innocent, they can make up the perfect story and stay out of jail.

And i think, with the reader also being a profiler, they can outsmart the team to make sure that even they don't suspect her.

This is honestly such a good idea, and I think you just cured my writers block.

#oml such a good idea #criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss x reader

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Would you be up for doing a sequel to Weak? It was so well written!!

Of course, is there a certain way you thought it should end? Does the reader go to jail, or do they get excused on the account of the fact that their father had always smoked and the fire had merely been an accident? 🤔

#criminal minds #bau #emily prentiss x reader

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MASTERLIST:

A/n: If you have any, please send requests. Only for the fandoms listed. Please read the warnings listed on the top of the stories before reading them. Also, I don't do smut. Props to the authors that do because it's hard.

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss:

Weak | part one

Weak | part two

Outerbanks:

Nothing yet...

Scream:

Nothing yet...

Yellowjackets:

Nothing yet...

Shadowhunters:

Isabelle Lightwood:

Gone

The 100:

Clarke Griffin:

Not alone

Cobra Kai:

Nothing yet...

Heartbreak high:

Nothing yet...

Euphoria:

Nothing yet...

Celebrities:

Nothing yet...

Wednesday:

Nothing yet...

Please feel free to request :)

#masterlist #shadowhunters #outer banks #scream #criminal minds #cobra kai #the 100 #yellowjackets #celebrities #angst #fluff #wlw #polyamory #wednesday

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Weak

Part one | Part two

Masterlist

Summary: You finally snapped.

Type: Angst

Pairing: Slight Emily prentiss x reader, Father x reader.

Word count: 1000+

Warning: mention of death, physical abuse, violence, arson, reader is a murderer, character death, slight swearing.

If any of these trigger you, please, don't read.

A/n : I tried to make a gn reader, so if I make any indication towards a certain gender, please, lmk. Emily is mentioned like once, btw.

You had been at the BAU for about a year. Quite commonly known as the expert within the abusive cases. The ones where the unsub was made, through the pain and suffering of their families. The stressor, the breaking point. There was only so much pain one person could simply take without breaking, and it seemed as if the one breaking was you. You weren’t necessarily a murderer; you had visited your father again. As per usual, you didn’t leave without a few hidden bruises. It felt as though your life had never changed. The constant feeling of being suffocated followed you around everywhere.

That’s why you never came to work after your girlfriends funeral. You just opted to catch a bus home. There was only one chance to finally stand up for yourself. To put it in your father’s words, show him that you weren’t weak. Not anymore. So, you did.

You went back to your father’s house. It was plain. On the outside, it was beautiful. On the inside? That was a different story. You waited for him to arrive home. There you were, sitting on his armchair, smoking one of his cigarettes as you stared at the wall. You knew what you were going to do. You knew the consequences. But he deserved it, everything you were going to do to him. The smoke filled your lungs. It was intoxicating. Then the smoke left, right as the door opened.

The plain white walls, the restless nights, the smell of old alcohol and cigarettes. It was embedded in your memory.

As his heavy footsteps came closer, you slowly looked up. Your face was void of any emotion, and maybe that was because you simply couldn’t feel anymore. After everything? This was the only way.

“Hey, dad,” you spat, adding even more venom at the word dad. He spins on the edge of his foot before he stares, and his expression changes from shock to anger. Bringing the cigarette up to your lips once more. “I thought about what you said about how if I wasn’t weak, I would fight back.”

Your father let out a long laugh. You took a drag of the cigarette in retaliation. “Finally, “he simply said, however, the malicious smile your father once held slowly fell as he inhaled. “Do you smell that? Smells like gasoline.” The BAU had dealt with various different arsonist cases, specifically serial arsonist. The Unsub usually kills until they get to their intended victim. Not you.

He was going to die. One way or another.

You hummed at his question as the side of your lips lifted into a small smile. “Gasoline? No, think you’re going crazy, “you taunted as he rounded the corner to look into the kitchen. Squashing the cigarette into the side of the armchair, like your father had done many times before, you stood.

“The hell?” You hear your father mutter as he lifted his foot. On the ground was the entire bottle of gasoline you had bought not long ago from the gas station. Searching in your pocket, you followed your father into the kitchen with a wide smile on your face. It's probably the first smile in months. With Emily dead, no one was there for you anymore. Your smile widened as your fingers grasped around what you were searching for. “Did you do this, you little bastard?” he spoke as he turned to look at you.

“Yeah, do you like it?” You asked him as you took your hand out of your pocket, your lighter encased in your fingers. “You think I wouldn’t remember?” You tilted your head as he stepped back in fear. His mouth opened to scream before you lurched forward and covered his mouth with your open hand. “Uh, uh, shhh,” you warned as you took your hand away from his mouth, waving your index finger in a ‘no’ motion tauntingly. “You make one sound, you're dead, “you informed tutting with a smile on your face. Tears welled into your fathers’ eyes as he continued to back away from you once more.

“Why?” he croaked as he backed against one of the counters in the kitchen. You press your lips together before shaking your head. What a stupid question? You thought.

“Why?” you asked angrily, your fingers clenched around the lighter even more as your pupils dilate in anger. “You did this to yourself,” you point as you stomp towards him, trying to get even closer to the counter of the kitchen than humanly possible your father cowered back in fear. “You’re a coward. You’re nothing.” You sneered, your jaw clenched and unclenched. You looked to the lighter in your hand before you promptly turned on your foot and out of the kitchen.

You could vaguely hear your father breathe a sigh of relief, but you didn’t care. “Say hello to Mum for me, “you called as the fire on the lighter ignited as did the house behind you. The screams of your father filled the silence of the street as the flames licked every part of your childhood home. It was like an invisible weight was pulled off of your shoulders. You watched, just to be completely sure that you were rid of him. The houses popped and sizzled. It didn’t even take half a minute for your fathers screams to diminish. You scoffed before muttering a small, ‘weak.’ The sounds of Sirens filled the streets as the firefighters pulled you away, they asked you questions, ‘who are you?’ ‘Did you know the owner of the house?’.

The police had even tried to question you, but your only response was you asking for the FBI, the BAU to be exact. The policemen had simply laughed in your face the first time that you asked before he was pulled out of the interrogation room by a superior. You didn’t say anything else as you stared at the wall, disinterested about what was happening around you. Propping you head into your hands, you closed your eyes.

His screams echoed through your mind as you chuckled to yourself. And he thought you were weak.

#bau #emily prentiss x reader #angst with a sad ending #be gay commit arson #criminal minds #child abuse #tw