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Cloud City, Chapter Eleven - a Malevolent AU

He feels Hastur on his lips and under his tongue, behind his eyes and so very careful not to knock Arthur out of his own body because if he is too much himself, he would.

And then it’s gone, and Arthur is gasping, and somehow on his knees, and the bugdog is licking his face with concern and making weird little whimpering buzzing sounds. “Got a kiss after all,” he blurts, laughs weakly, and hangs his head to keep from passing out.

AO3 || Masterpost

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They go south toward the water. They go south because no one in their right mind would. This is blocks past Arthur’s apartment building. Not even criminals hide in this place, and Arthur is all too aware that if they find anything alive down here, it will be a monster.

Talk to me, Arthur, Hastur says as Arthur jogs. You’ve been quiet for too long.

Arthur snorts. “Too long, eh?”

Except when asleep, you’re never this silent. Sometimes, not even then.

“Ha,” says Arthur unsteadily, and keeps jogging.

The ocean is in sight now, and the air has gone humid and briny, salty and fishy, unpleasant and still. Every building is boarded up from windows to doors, at least facing the street.

Arthur’s steps sound so damn loud. “Well,” he says. “I guess it doesn’t really matter that I suck so bad at understanding anyone or anything, since I’m about to die.”

Really? says Hastur, dry. That’s where you’re going with this?

Arthur turns down an alley, finally off the main street, and leans against the wall. “Hastur. In the last two days, everything I knew about the universe, my co-workers, my friendly enemies, and my own body has been ripped away, set on fire, and glued back together in a language I don’t fucking speak. You know, I could use a minute?”

Ah, Hastur says.

“Yeah,” Arthur says, and sits right on the ground.

They’re going to be searching for you.

“I know. I know I have to confront him. I know I have to use the dagger on him. I know all of it. I just need a minute, okay?”

Okay.

And so Arthur takes his minute. He takes his minute, and makes it more, just sitting in a silence he has always shunned—a silence he’d been sure was filled with sounds of his daughter, with lies from his parents, with Bella’s soft Don’t leave me before Arthur did, trying to chase down the guy who’d shot her.

And he’s right: it is. But it has more, too.

It has doubts about every arm’s-length relationship he’s ever had. About half the cases he was on, which he’d solved with the same reasoning and instinct that so misled him here. It has questions about Hastur, and their relationship, and what it means that Hastur—an inhuman spirit who will pour all Arthur is out like holy wine—is the only person who actually knows him.

It hits Arthur then that he’s known Hastur longer than his daughter was alive, and that’s the one that undoes him.

He weeps.

Of course, it starts to rain. It doesn’t all land on him, there in the alley. The eaves far above keep much of the water away, and the gutters that still work rush and roar on either side, bleeding the sky into the sea.

He just has to get it out. Just has to sob right past, to let this poison of emotion and terrible thoughts spill, spit it up like bad food he shouldn’t have eaten.

Arthur, Hastur says.

Arthur’s not sure how long it’s been. It’s getting dark. “Yeah?”

You need to eat. The last thing you need to do is pass out while fighting for the survival of humanity.

Arthur chokes a laugh. “Asenath did her thing, remember? I'm fine."

For a while, you'll be fine. You had coffee fifteen hours ago, then you threw up. Asenath helped, but you need food.

Arthur sighs. “How can so much be happening so quickly?”

From my point of view, it’s all been too fast.

Arthur snorts. “Yeah, sure. You can just Contract again.”

Arthur—

“I know, I know. It’s hard to find someone who can host your magnificence, but trust me. It won’t be your last time on Earth.” He sniffles, then pulls out his handkerchief to blow his nose.

You, on the verge of losing everything, murmurs Hastur, offering comfort to me.

“Some of us try not to be an asshole. Take notes,” says Arthur, and stands.

A truly unique human.

“Sure. What’s our plan?”

Now that it’s getting dark, we’ll sneak back to Asenath’s. We know who it is now. We can find a way to track him.

“Can we, though?”

It’s that or trying to find him on our own.

“He could be fucking anywhere.”

Looking for you, no doubt.

“We could set a trap. Call him. I’m bait.”

And he’d show up with so many people we’d never get away. No. It’s hunt or be hunted.

“Fine. But they’ll be watching Asenath’s.” Lower: “Assuming she got away.”

In ordinary circumstances, they’d never know what happened. You simply were there, then vanished. But in this case… I’m fairly sure they know who took your place in the cell.

So yet another impossible threshold was being crossed tonight, it seemed: “Are you saying the coppers are going to go up against the witches?”

I am.

“That… that is gonna go really badly.”

Yes, it is.

“Will it stop if I take out Parker?”

I don’t know, but I do know the police won’t win.

“Fine,” says Arthur, peeking out of the alleyway. The street is quiet and dark; apart from pattering rain, there isn’t a voice, a radio, a dog. “Good as it’s going to get,” Arthur says, and begins the slow climb back up the long hill toward the populated areas.

Toward the witch’s street.

It’s blocked off.

From two blocks down, Arthur stares. All six police cars the city owns are here, pulled up in such a way as to prevent easy access to or egress from the street. From Arthur’s position, he can’t really see what’s going on beyond the cars. What he can see is not good.

There are sparks of light. A flickering, like flame. Smoke rises from several buildings, right and left. Listening hard, he can hear muffled gunshots, as if inside the buildings.

“Shit,” he whispers.

They acted faster than I expected, says Hastur.

“Makes sense,” Arthur murmurs. “If I remember what Parker said. When their Defiler comes into my body, the eye and the hand somehow won’t be his. They don’t want to risk making their horrible rot god angry by letting you get more body parts first.”

We need to leave. We don’t know where Parker lives, do we?

“Not a clue. Don’t have a way to find out, either.”

What do you want to do?

Arthur thinks. “Back to the station.”

Closer to the danger?

“Only an idiot would go, right?”

That doesn’t make this sound like the wiser choice.

“I think what we need to do is stake the place out, watch for Parker, and follow him home.”

Admittedly… that’s not a bad idea. If we can remain undetected.

“We’ve done it before.”

Never with quite so much at stake, or with such handicaps.

Arthur’s body isn’t working right. He can't seem to catch his breath; his hand trembles, and he feels weak. “So I’ll be counting on you paying attention.”

I am.

“Then we’ve got this.”

Exercising caution, they made their way toward the station. Arthur avoids all main streets; it is easier to creep around now that the unseen sun has set. Cloud City is dark at night, unnaturally so, made worse by Arthur’s failing sight.

It feels oddly claustrophobic, even though he is hardly trapped; he keeps having to stop and breathe, just breathe, reassuring himself the world had not closed in, that he is still free. “I hate this,” he whispers.

It’s almost over, Arthur.

One way or another. “Yeah.”

You can do it.

“I have to. So I will.” And he will. “Just another ten blocks.”

Slow. We can do this, Arthur. I believe in you.

How strangely reassuring that is. “Thanks.” And in the dark, Arthur sneaks on.

They’re nearly to the precinct when it happens.

A weird snapping-fluttering sound. Wings flapping, maybe, but without feathers; like a gigantic bug, but not buzzing; it almost sounds like paper.

Could it be from the Wastes? Some new and horrifying insect? Arthur waves his hand over his head, trying to make whatever the fuck that is go away.

Oh, no, Hastur whispers, and Arthur stops.

Before them lands a… creature. It reminds Arthur of his childhood, before they moved here—a sudden and sharp recollection of a picture book, of full-color images of little red bugs, cute and covered in spots.

He’d forgotten. It’s been so long—so many years since he was outside this city, in a place he hardly recalls, and almost seems like a dream. But this thing is… sort of like that?

It’s round like a dinner plate and about the same size; a lovely, cheerful red, shocking in the gloom, with big black spots at random. The wings are what made that paper-flapping sound—they’re clear, delicate, almost like a veil. It has six little legs like black wires, bent and active, letting it scurry from side to side.

But the face is not a bug’s face. It’s some sort of weird, squished dog—bulging eyes, dangling tongue, black nose pressed into its flat, beige cheeks.

Arthur stares.

I’m so sorry, Asenath.

“Asenath?” Arthur blurts.

The bugdog flutters.

“Wh… what, the coppers turned you into a bug?”

The bugdog is laughing at him. It’s not a voiced sound; he can’t even tell what’s making those rapid, happy clicks, but he absolutely knows what that sound is.

“Hastur,” Arthur says warily.

Hastur sighs. This is a piece. A slice. Like a lock of hair, cut off but still bearing the original’s DNA.

“What’s DNA?”

Hastur pauses, then changes tack. This is what remains of Asenath on this mortal plane. And then they both—Summon and bugdog—give Arthur a moment to parse what that means.

He does. He leans on the alley wall; it seems too hard to stand. “You? They killed you?”

The wings flap. There are words in the sound, but Arthur can’t make them out.

Hastur can. He. Not they. She was completely fine until Yang got involved.

Flap-flap-flap.

Even then, it was close... but they’d murdered another person tonight after we got away, bringing the number to seventy-nine.

Flap-flap-flap.

This was too much—more power channeled than she could channel. She knew she’d lose, so she chose to split herself.

“Oh,” Arthur whispers.

Flap-flap-flap. He could almost understand—

Their fight destroyed the station. Yang doesn’t have a proper coven anymore; she’s very proud of the mess she made.

“What?” And Arthur turns on his heel and runs.

Arthur, wait!

Arthur is not waiting. He stops in front of a door and kicks.

The moment before his heel connects, power zips through his body (and his heart stutters, hurts), but the door slams open, lock broken, and he runs inside.

His last ring pops. The last one. That was it. Arthur doesn’t even comment.

Arthur, what the fuck? says Hastur.

He got Asenath killed! He’s dying anyway! It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters! “Do your fucking worst!” Arthur snarls at him, at everything, racing past dummies and tables of fabric, heading for the stairs.

He takes them at a run.

Arthur, what are you doing?

He doesn’t answer, gasping heavily. His body fights him, struggles, but he doesn’t stop until he gets to the roof.

Arthur bursts through that door and doubles over, panting. Behind him, the bugdog flutters with great curiosity before apparently making a guess, and it flits over to the edge of the roof looking north. That’s where Arthur is going. He’s gasping still, but doesn’t care, because from up here, he can perfectly see what remains.

The station is on fire.

It’s largely destroyed; rubble litters the street on all sides of it, entire walls gone, roof caved in. There are no bodies, but Arthur isn’t sure he could see them if there were. This is enough: the place was brought down, and it sure looks like it blew out from the inside.

He stares at it. He wonders how many coppers died. He wonders what will happen to the city now. “Are all the witches dead?” says Arthur.

Flap-flap-flap.

No. In their own homes, they can neither be taken, nor harmed; Asenath thinks the officers sent there were intended to die, to be gotten out of the way, perhaps to grant him more power.

“That means he doesn’t think he needs their help from this point out,” says Arthur. “Are we sure he hasn’t hit eighty-one murders?”

Flap-flap-flap.

If he’d done all eighty-one, with that amount of power, you wouldn’t have been able to hide.

So that is terrifying. “What… what do we do?”

Flap-flap-flap.

No.

Flap-flap-flap!

No. That’s fucking stupid.

“Give me a vote, idiot,” says Arthur.

Hastur’s low growl makes him shiver a little. She suggests heading to a hidden shrine of hers and using the tools she has there to draw Parker to you. It’s a bad idea, and we’re not going to do it.

Arthur looks at the bugdog.

It flaps at him, wings so fast, they’re a blur.

It’s too much. “Asenath really is dead?”

Flap-flap-flap.

His heart hurts. “Are you in the Dark World?”

Flap.

No. “With the… the Mother?”

Flap-flap-flap!

Joyful, that scuttling, and of course, it would be. “Good for you,” Arthur says around the lump in his throat. “You earned it.”

Flap-flap!

Heck yeah, she did. “Your mouse going to be okay?”

A happy little series of flaps.

She says her sisters have Gertrude, and all is well, and you are not to grieve.

Right. Easy-peasy.

So he’d made another mistake. His life was all mistakes right now; he couldn’t trust his decisions, even the ones that he made to try to avoid hurting someone. What the fuck, why not say it? “I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you.”

The bugdog skitters over, climbs onto his foot, and presses its weird dog-face to his shin.

Forgiveness? Pity? Agreement? It’s all there, and it nearly does him in again.

Arthur wipes his eyes, then looks toward the station. Flames lick out the ruined roof; there’s no sign of life at all, which strikes him as odd. No firefighters; no rescue workers.

He looks around. This building is only six stories and does not show him behind or over the skyscrapers, but he still can see a lot—up and down the street, through various apartment blocks, all the dark fronts of stores. There’s no one. Not even a curious gawker. “Where—” His voice cracks, and he clears it. “Where is everybody?”

Flap-flap-flap.

Inside. The witches know what we do this night; they have cast a city-wide spell to keep everyone inside.

“City-wide? I don’t feel anything.”

You have me.

Arthur snorts.

No, Arthur, Hastur says, amused, warm, terrifying. You have me. And then, he—

For a moment, Arthur can’t breathe because Hastur is.

Hastur fills. Hastur already was, but whatever he does now, Arthur feels him in every cell and every vein, flowing like blood through his whole body, sitting like fat under his skin, singing like thoughts in his brain, bearing his weight, strengthening his bones, under every single fingernail and at the root of every hair.

He feels Hastur on his lips and under his tongue, behind his eyes and so very careful not to knock Arthur out of his own body because if he is too much himself, he would.

So. Not a normal Summon. Four hundred years to find someone who could handle him. Servant of the King in Yellow. Arthur is willing to bet that’s more like right hand man of the King in Yellow, but he can’t bring himself to say it.

It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. Only one thing does: he has to confront the ex-lover who’s walking around with the power of many murders he wields like a club, and has to find a way to kill him.

That, and he can’t trust his decisions. That’s so fucking clear; not one thing he’s chosen of late was right, and with so much on the line, he’s not sure he can risk blowing another one. “Tell me my options,” he says to his strange companions.

Flap-flap-flap.

Hastur growls.

“Say it,” says Arthur. “I can almost understand her, anyway.”

You—well. Good for you, says Hastur. Pity we didn’t figure that out years ago; I could have attuned you to great magicks.

“Hastur, you’re fucking stalling.”

Hastur sighs. Very well. She says she has a Black Mirror. I disbelieve this statement; there are none left in the world.

Asenath chitters at him angrily.

Yes, well. Hastur huffs. Through it, you can communicate with Parker, wherever the hell he is right now, and draw him to you into a trap she proposes we set up.

“Okay,” says Arthur, trying not to pass judgment yet. “And your plan?”

We track him down, hunt him, and slit his throat from behind.

“Track him down… somewhere in the city.”

He’s looking for you. He’ll be staking out your office and other places you’re known to hang out. Dryly: Finally, a valid excuse to go to Jack’s Bar.

“Very funny,” Arthur mutters. “Meanwhile, he’s getting ready to do more murders and get to full power, right? Do my chances go up or down while he does that?”

They are the same.

Asenath disagrees, wings whirring.

No, says Hastur. They are the same.

Arthur does not think they are the same, given that Hastur already said eighty-one murders would make Parker too powerful to avoid.

Still; even with this, he’s more of the stakeout type—more the kind who’d prefer to sneak behind his prey and gut him, much prefer to do this without having to meet Parker’s gaze. He'd rather do it Hastur's way—so. Since that’s where his heart falls… “We do it Asenath’s way.”

Hastur’s surprise is palpable. What?

“Asenath’s way.”

Apparently, the bugdog is surprised, too. It skitters in a circle, weirdly almost dancing, then pauses to wriggle its rear end. At Hastur, Arthur is sure. He laughs.

Arthur, this is a bad idea.

“Why?”

Because he’ll simply show up with whatever’s left of his coven and overpower you.

Flap-flap-flap.

Arthur understands. “Not if we set the trap right.”

Arthur…

“The risks are huge the other way, too,” Arthur says. “I’m weakened. All my rings are gone—even the weird ones in that bag, which shouldn’t have worked. All I’ve got is my onyx taper, at this point. If I’m going to get a shot at this, I can’t rely on the luck of my past. I can’t just… assume I’ll overpower him, or outlast him, or whatever else. He’s horrifyingly strong. I’m fucking not that. A trap is the best bet.”

You don’t actually mean that, do you? says Hastur, who has always known when Arthur tried to lie.

“No,” says Arthur. “That makes it more important that that’s what we do.”

Arthur…

“No. I suck at all of this. I’ve misjudged everyone and everything. My gut says to do your thing, so we’re going to do hers.”

You are… ridiculous.

“Sure. Whatever. Where are we going, Asenath?”

Willful.

“You’re the one who picked me.” And Arthur does not add and is choosing not to shove me out of my body because surely that impression was wrong. Summons can’t do that.

(Maybe this Summon can.)

(Thinking about it will only fuck him up, so he doesn’t.)

The bugdog buzzes, then skitters for the stairs.

Arthur doesn’t hesitate to follow.

(chapter twelve)

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"New Romantics"

Fandom: Criminal Minds US TV (2005)

Pairing/s: David Rossi x reader

Inspired by: New Romantics by Taylor Swift

Summary: The team literally just meddling with their co-workers' love life because they have nothing better to do and it bothers them how oblivious and a bunch of scaredy cats they are to admit their feelings for each other.

Request: Yeah ^^! I was wondering if you can make a request where the reader works on the bau with the team, she is 25 years old, a little bit shy but very sweet, happy and kind. She fell in love with Rossi, but is to shy so everytime that he's close she get nervous and all that stuff, the thing is that David is also in love with her, but doesn't want to tell her because the age gap. Also he probably knows that she feels the same so is always laughing and winking to her to put she more nervous haha ^^, also the team its like "just tell, tell her that you love her", specially Morgan and Hotch !

Trigger Warning/s: literally too much fluff😭, normal BAU topics, mentions of death and murder.

"C'mon Penelope stop it!" I cried out to my best friend who won't stop pestering me on a Wednesday morning.

"but N/n! The two of you literally belong together! Imagine being Mrs. Rossi #4!" Penelope teases as she pokes my side.

"Yeah Mama, and it doesn't take a profiler to tell that he likes you too." Morgan chimes in while eating Penelope's gummy bears.

"Stop it! He might hear you!" Putting my head in both of my hands, I suddenly felt two hands squeezing my shoulders.

Screaming in fright at the sudden warmness in my shoulder, I look in the side to see the devil's face really close to mine.

"Don't do that SSA Rossi, it's very rude." I said while pushing his face away from me using the palm of my hand.

"Well putting your hand in my face is ruder!" He sputtered out looking disgusted. As he should be.

"What do you want Rossi?"

"Can't I just see your face in this beautiful morning, bellissima?" Bickering with Rossi comes with a few perks and that is picking up some Italian words.

"Stop it! I have something to do." Blushing I tried to get out of the situation as best as I can. He is a huge flirt, maybe even flirtier than Morgan and Garcia.

"Can't I get a goodbye kiss before you leave, mi caro?" He teased as he puckered his lip.

"No."

"Your loss then."

As the girl leaves, both Morgan and Garcia (mostly Garcia) made Rossi come to the batcave.

"We both know that you like her too Rossi." Penelope pointed an accusatory finger on him which made him chuckle.

"Yeah pasta man, just admit that you like her. I mean what's the worst that could happen? You know that she likes you back." Derek said with a cheeky smile.

"You ain't getting any younger." Penelope half jokingly commented.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" The older man replied with a raised eyebrow.

"It is true, Rossi. What are you so worried about? Do you see how she blushes and stutter around you?" Morgan asked looking at him with the 'are you blind' face.

"I do but- that doesn't mean that I have to take her out on a date. I already have a bad history with my weddings, I don't want to add her to that list."

"It's not like you're going to marry her- well not yet atleast. You're just going to ask her out." Penelope stated with the glaringly obvious point.

"Yeah yeah. I'll think about it."

As he walks out the Batcave, he saw you walking out of Hotch's office. You look very beautiful. He can't help but admire you from afar.

Your smile lit up the whole room, your skin looked flawless as the lights shun on you, Rossi can't help but feel insecure.

'How can she even like me? She's just so pretty and I feel like I'm too old for her. Well I am but- I don't know.' he can't help but overthink.

It was then lunch time at the office. Rossi was eating with Hotch whilst the others are hanging around the cafeteria to eat and you'll never guess what the two parties' topic is..... yup, Y/n and Rossi's relationship.

The two older hot men were eating their lunch peacefully but then Hotch decided to speak what was sort of bothering him.

"You know Rossi for an old person and a war veteran, you do seem like a coward." Hotch teased as he pointed his fork full of food at Rossi.

"Well, Aaron, love is hard and with three failed marriages you'll realise that and frankly you're not even halfway there yet." David half jokingly but defensively said to the chuckling man.

"You're just scared of something, admit it."

"Well, the age gap is quite large and it's not like she can ever last to be with someone like me. Sooner or later she'll realise her worth and maybe leave me." He confessed looking down at his meal. The other man was shocked, Rossi didn't usually speak out what he truly feels especially something like that.

"Love is very complicated and we both know that but you and y/n deserve each other." Hotch commented putting a hand on Rossi's shoulder and the older man smiled and nodded thankfully.

"Maybe you're right."

Whilst Rossi and Hotch were eating in Hotch's office, in Garcia's Batcave is the rest of team except for Y/n who is still running errands. In their little mind is a plot to get Rossi and Y/n together, whether it's by force or by lying to them.

"So we all know why we're here right?" Derek asked as the rest of the team nodded except for Spencer.

"Wh-why are we here again?" Pretty boy asked timidly.

"We're here because we need to make a plan on how to get Y/n and Rossi together, don't you read your e-mails pretty boy?" The buff one teasingly asked.

"so now that we all know why we're here, give me some of your ideas on how to get them together." Penelope ordered turning around on her chair.

"How about we pretend that on the next case Y/n got shot and then he'll have to confess his feelings because y'know, she got shot and he almost lost her." Emily darkly suggested.

"No! Absolutely not! How about we go tell Rossi that we should have another family night at his place but we all won't go except for Y/n. By the end of like an hour or so of being late we'll come up with some excuse and they'll have to spend time together." JJ suggested while hitting Emily at the back of her head because of very dark suggestion earlier.

"I think mine would totally work though, to be honest."

"Well, most people confess their feelings when they're jealous so maybe we can set up like a "secret admirer" for Y/n so that Rossi will get jealous and confess. Statistically it always happens in movies so maybe it can also happen with them." The resident genius replied with suave.

"Well, how about.... we pretend that their favourite friend aka me is dying and my last wish is for them to date. Right? Sounds like a really great plan to me." Penelope seriously said earning a bunch of profilers to look at her like she's crazy (which she might totally be).

"No! No one's going to do crazy stuff. What if we just go with the flow y'know? Can't mess with the universe's plan, baby girl. If they're meant to be, they'll be together." Derek coolly replied.

"Well technically the universe doesn't have a say in this plus weren't you the one who- agdjsbsnxxmiswmaos" Agent 187 was suddenly silenced by Chocolate Thunder's hand slapping over his mouth.

"Now now. Everyone go back to the bullpen before they get suspicious." Derek said receiving multiple groans and middle fingers from the BAU profilers.

A few days had passed when suddenly the BAU's unit chief received a call from the higher ups. They had a case and a very complicated and dangerous one at that. Aaron came out of his office and knocked at Rossi's door.

"We have a case, I'll tell Penelope. You tell the team. Meet me at the round table in 5." Hotch said in his hot unit chief voice.

As they gathered the team around the round table, in front of them was a case filed stamped with a big bold red CLASSIFIED in the front.

"Every detail about this case would be classified as shown in the case files. Nothing about the details of this case will leave this group. Understood?" Hotch asked as everyone nodded in agreement.

"We are going to Atlanta. 5 victims. Tortured and mutilated, had a gag and was dumped near or in a courthouse. The director suspects that the unsub might be targetting people in politics and/or law. The unsub left a note on the 4th and 5th victim. Annie Leigh and Thena Cruz, they were both low risk victims and were last found in said courthouse." Hotch thoroughly explained.

"On Annie, it said "A traitor to both sides, the ultimate asshole." whilst on Thena it stated, "Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they’re ratified into law." Spencer read.

"He must be really good at sneaking in and really brave too. The courthouses must've atleast heightened their security once these girls were kidnapped." Derek stated looking at the crime scene photos.

"He's clearly a narcissist and he must've atleast has some sort of personal or atleast almost related relationship to these women. I mean they were all choked and based on the bruises it was made by a hand. Had the M.E. said the cause of death?" You asked looking at Hotch.

"Internal bleeding, he beats them up really badly. The bruises on the ribs looks almost black and he kept them for a week." Hotch responded.

"Then that must mean that the unsub is holding them for a reason. Did any of these women's family received a ransom demand?" Rossi seating next to you asked.

"None. It must mean he has some personal reasons or a vendetta on why he's keeping them." Hotch concluded.

"The messages on the last two victims, what do you guys think they mean?" JJ asked everyone while looking around.

"It's clear that it's about the messed up justice system. The unsub might be a victim of said justice system, especially since they were dumped near or in a courthouse." Emily answered and explained to everyone.

"Okay, everyone pack your go bags. Garcia you're coming with us. Wheels up in 30."

Meanwhile at the jet, Y/n and Rossi were seating together and sharing a case file trying to compose a theory about the unsub.

"Maybe he's a family's victim of the horrible justice system." Y/n concluded.

"There's a lot of people that the system failed and we probably don't have a record of those people. We can't possibly narrow it down. We have to find what type of sentence that person or person's family had." David replied while they look at each other and Y/n nodded in agreement.

In the other side of the jet, Garcia, Derek, Emily, JJ and Reid are all seating together.

"Look at them being so hopelessly clueless and in love. It's disgusting." Emily said half joking and half bitterly.

"We really should do something about that." JJ acknowledge.

"Well, if they're that hopeless we need to bring in the big guns." Garcia said as her eyes lit up.

"Baby girl, there's got to be another way!" Derek begged in half whisper so the two love birds won't hear.

"What big guns?" Spencer asked.

"Hotch of course. He's a great profiler, he definitely knows about those two's feelings."

"Right now? You wanna ask him right now? Are you crazy?!" Emily said while waving her hands profusely.

"Well yeah, it's better now than never."

As they called Hotch and asked him to help them. The jet landed on Atlanta.

As they investigated and pinpointed the unsub's location (Arthur James) between a warehouse and his home the team split up into two with backup SWAT and local police.

"L/n, Morgan, Detective Santiago and Rossi you go to the warehouse while Reid, JJ, Prentiss and me go to his home." Hotch ordered around the room as everyone puts on their vests and got in the SUV.

"Me and Detective Santiago will cover the entrance, Rossi and L/n you cover the exit." Morgan ordered the 3 of you as you and Rossi sneaked in the Exit. You knocked on the door and said.

"Arthur James! FBI! Open up!"

As you kicked in the door because there was no response, you and Rossi checked all the rooms and met Morgan and Santiago on the middle.

"Everything's clear he's not here." Rossi informed the two of them but all of a sudden you heard a thump and everyone searched the warehouse again to see where he was.

All of a sudden Y/n saw the unsub running away through the backdoor.

"Over here in the back entrance!"

She ran after the unsub as the rest follows. She wasn't thinking clearly when all of a sudden the unsub turned around and shot her in the abdomen.

"Y/n!" Rossi shouts as he heard the gunshot and saw Y/n fall.

As Rossi approached her, Morgan and Detective Santiago ran after the unsub.

"Are you okay? Just put pressure on the wound I'll call for an ambulance and backup." Rossi said as he also puts his hand on your wound whilst the other one was contacting Hotch.

"Hotch, Y/n got shot. I need an ambulance ASAP." He said through the phone.

"The ambulance and backup will be here in 5 minutes. Just hang on, okay?" He said as he ended the call and wiped away her tears.

"Just stay with me, okay?" She stated her eyes brimming with tears. She felt tired.

"Stay with me darling! Don't you close your eyes! Don't! Y/n!" Rossi was panicking as she felt limp in his arms.

"Help! Morgan! Santiago! Somebody help us!"

"Rossi! Rossi! Over there!" A voice suddenly shouted.

Everything went by in a blur. Everyone panicking but one thing was apparent within all the commotion, Rossi was so worried about Y/n that everyone (even the local cops and EMT's) can see his feelings for her.

In the hospital whilst Y/n was being operated on, the team was very nervous especially Rossi.

"It's been an hour since she's there, I hope she's okay." JJ stated worry lacing her voice.

"She's tougher than that." Derek tried to say comfortingly but it came out as a scared intonation.

Suddenly the doctor walked out of the operation room so they all stood up and asked him various questions if Y/n's fine.

"The patient will make a quick recovery because the bullet didn't hit any major arteries nor nerves. She'll be transported to room 102. You can visit her but she's still dosed with Anesthesia so it will take her a few hours or a day to wake up."

"I'll go buy us some snacks while watching her." Penelope offered.

Everyone was in the room waiting for Y/n to wake up with a guilt-filled face. A lot of what if's going through their minds but especially Rossi's mind.

Time went by quickly and it was already the next day. Everyone was exhausted, Hotch trying to convince them to get on the jet and go home.

"I know Y/n will not appreciate all of you wasting your time moping around her. All of you need to rest properly and go home to your families." Hotch stated convincingly as the rest of the team acknowledge it.

"I should stay." Rossi replied with his head down while he's sitting on a chair next to Y/n's bed.

'Something doesn't feel right.'

I slowly opened my eyes, letting out a little whine because of the lights. I felt a presence next to me and I could hear beeping.

'Am I in the hospital?'

As I looked around, I see Rossi. Sleeping uncomfortably in a hospital chair.

"R-ossi." I croaked out, trying to wake up the older man. He groaned but atleast that's a sign he's still alive.

Rubbing his eyes, he suddenly looked at me and said.

"Y/n! You're awake. I have to call the doctor."

"No- please. Not yet. I- I want some alone time with you for just a few moments, please."

"Well, then you have my full attention. Do you need anything? Water? More pillows? Does anything hurt?"

"When I said I need some alone time with you, I didn't mean for you to be overprotective."

"I can't help but be worried about you Y/n"

"Well you shouldn't be, I'm fine."

"I just wanted to say something. You know I was so scared that I was going to lose you." He held onto my hand as he took a deep breath trying to keep his composure.

"Well I'm still here."

"I was so scared to lose you without saying that I love you or- even be with you. Romantically." He looked away as I made a face of surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"I love you Y/n and I think we both know that you like me too."

"I- I don't know what to say."

"You could say how you feel about me too."

"Well, agent David Rossi. I like you too. Now, when will you ask me out on a date?" Trying to lighten up the mood, I joked a bit.

"Well, after I call the doctor to give an all-clear signal." He winked.

"Then I hope, he gives it very soon." Smiling from ear to ear, Rossi leaned in and pecked your lips.

"When can I expect you to be mine then?"

"Oh- slow down old poke, we still haven't gone on a date yet." I said as I jokingly pushed him away.

"I'll count the seconds."

"You're not Reid, Rossi."

- The Other Side of the Door -

"I told you guys that my idea was great," Emily said grinning and boasting that she's always right.

"But she did have a near-death experience, Prentiss," Morgan said raising his eyebrow at her.

"Well, he still confessed to her. Damn I should've betted on it."

#david rossi fluff #david rossi x reader #david rossi #derek morgan fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #elle greenaway #jennifer jareau #x reader #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #joe mantegna #oneshot #criminal minds story #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fanfic

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Faded Away

Angel on Fire Chapter 1

John Shelby x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

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You giggled as your best friend swung you around on the empty street. Isaiah, Finn and Michael walked behind you both and laughed in various degrees at your foolishness.

"The girls are already mad," Isaiah said as he stepped forward and took your hand. He pulled you close before twirling you away from him. "We're in for a night, lads."

You laughed and spun with your hands outstretched as he did the same to your friend.

"They're always mad," Michael scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "They're fuckin' winding up for the snow."

You stopped spinning and raced toward Finn, a mischievous grin on your face as you crashed into his arms.

"There's no way you're a Shelby, Michael," you laughed as you pressed yourself into Finn. "You're far too dusty. You're a wet blanket."

Finn barked a laugh as he took your wrist and spun you back toward Isaiah.

"You make no sense, (Y/N)," Michael scowled as he lit a cigarette. "Am I dry or am I wet? You can't make up your mind."

Your friend trilled a laugh. You rolled your eyes as she left Isaiah's grasp to cling to Michael.

"You know our girl," she joked as her hand found his chest. "Always too busy with her own thoughts to make much sense. I don't think you're dry at all, Michael."

"That's because you'll wet him right up, won't you?" You said exasperated.

Finn and Isaiah laughed as Michael coughed on his cigarette. Isaiah winked at you and lifted his arm. You ran into his side to claim his warmth as he pulled you close.

"Be nice to little boss," he chastised before his tone lowered as if to tell you a scary story. "Too much longer and he'll be just like Tommy, and you wouldn't dare say such a thing to him."

The night was like most nights. You and your friend went with the Peaky boys to the Garrison under the promise of drinks and snow. You'd been doing it for years, long before Michael joined the little crew, and it was old hat by now. The boys liked the entertainment and needed you to parade their product and make a scene to attract customers. You got your drinks and snow free as long as you attracted attention. Sometimes Isaiah or Finn would give you a cut of their cash on an especially good night. There were worse things to do to get extra coin.

"I don't take anything the bait says to heart," Michael said. "They're not much more than pretty wrapping to attract the men and put the girls at ease."

"But we are pretty," you pouted mockingly as you cocked your head back to see Michael. "You might not have a use for smart girls, but you have use for pretty."

Michael inhaled his cigarette, taking his time, making you wait for his response. Hang on it. He loved to make everyone wait on him like it was a sign that he was in charge of things. If everyone hung on his word, you'd all forget to breathe until he did. He'd become in charge of everything, including the air in your lungs.

The smoke lifted from his mouth and into his nostrils before he exhaled it all away.

"And your mouth is good reason to find better bait," Michael said evenly. His eyes were always so cold. You shuddered involuntarily as you lost eye contact with him and turned back around.

"Oh now, little boss," Isaiah pish-poshed. "You know (Y/N), she means no harm. Besides, these two fillies are the bread and butter of our nights."

Isaiah tucked you into his side with a squeeze, smiling down at you. You wrapped an arm around him inside his coat and squeezed back.

"You watch your hands, now," he joked. "I'm a respectable young man."

You threw your head back against his arm with a loud laugh and met his gaze nose to nose.

"Isaiah Jesus, your name might be holy but you are sinful as they come," you taunted, ghosting your lips across his.

Isaiah mocked shock, good mouth agape as he shot a look to Finn who had sped up to walk beside you two.

"Finn, did you hear what she said?" Isaiah said as his free hand clutched his heart. "She called me sinful. She's yours now, mate. My heart's done broke for the night."

He dropped his arm from your shoulder and playfully pushed you into Finn who caught your arm as you stumbled his way.

"Striking out with everyone already, are ye?" Finn chuckled. "Not a good omen for the night."

"You know why Isaiah calls him 'little boss,' right?" You taunted, loudly whispering so everyone could hear.

"Yeah, why's that, then?" Michael said, mouth tight as your friend hung on him.

"Shhhh," your scowled at him before turning your full attention to Finn. "I'm talking to a real Shelby."

Michael scoffed behind you.

"Yeah, Finn's a real asset to the company," Michael deadpanned.

Finn's face grew tight. You quickly grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Hey now, boss," you said lightly. "You pay no attention to Mr. Fancypants over there. You're more man than he'll ever be. He's just acting tough to make up for all those years in his perfect little village."

Finn's lip twitched and his face relaxed into a small smile. You playfully knuckled his chin and kissed his cheek.

"Enough now," Isaiah called as he took the lead of the group. "We're almost to the pub, just stop bickering and have a good time, yeah?"

You all toned in agreement.

You felt a weight in your stomach as you reached the Garrison and saw the people pushing to fit in the pub. You had been going most nights every week for ages, on top of your day job at a desk, and honestly the booze and the drugs had started to lose its appeal.

"Come on," your friend squealed as she dragged you through the doors.

The pub was packed, but the sight of the boys behind you cleared a path to a table. It's occupants stared at your group wide eyed before quickly tipping their hats and leaving their seats. Finn pulled a chair back for you and you playfully patted his cheek as you sat, your friend sitting across the table next to Michael. Finn and Isaiah sat with you in the middle, your back to the busiest part of the pub. The seat made you uneasy, vulnerable.

You jumped as you felt a hand brush your shoulder.

"Here ya'ar," Harry said briskly as he sat whiskey down for everyone and gave the boys beers as well.

The table mumbled their thanks and the boys started a conversation you quickly tuned out. You looked around you to the other patrons, scoping out who could be reeled in for snow or smoke or even the bit of opium in Isaiah's pocket.

Most were men tired from the long day of work, but there were pockets of young people with girls your own age that were out for a raucous night. You always focused on them. They usually had the money and the nights to lose. Asking the working men always felt like taking food out of their family's mouths, and the extra layer of scum from the thought sickened you.

"You don't have to go to scoping right away," Finn yelled down your ear to overcome the boon of voices surrounding you. "Relax. Have your drink. We're all friends here, are we not? No need to rush off right away."

You smiled thinly and nodded, looking back to the table. Michael had his arm swung around your friend's shoulders and she had taken his cigarette to smoke while he continued on some sort about the office. You only heard every other word from the roar of the pub, but he leaned forward to slap the table and the boys erupted with laughter, so you chuckled weakly along.

Isaiah wrapped an arm around you absentmindedly as he went on with his story and you ran your middle finger around the rim of your whiskey glass.

"So Arthur sent me to collect from…"

You toned him out, thoughts swirling your head as you circled your glass. Did you want to drink? Should you? It would surely help with your nerves from the noise. But oh, being drunk had become so dull.

"... And I said 'well we either take your eyes out your coin, you choose!'" Isaiah said as he rocked back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, his smile smug.

"Give 'em protection and they don't even wanna pay for it," Finn scoffed. "Bloody ungrateful."

You gritted your teeth together before you gripped your glass and drank it down in one go. The whiskey coated your throat and burned down your throat to the brick in your stomach. It eased your muscles as you rolled your tongue against your teeth. I guess we're doing this again.

It might have eased your body, but the crowd felt louder, more invasive. Having your back to the door felt like wearing a target. You itched to move. You looked around the pub again, your hand idly on your glass as you skimmed the crowd. A set of eyes locked with yours.

You smiled slowly, raising a brow in challenge. The young man smiled back. He wasn't ugly, nor was he entirely attractive. Just a random face in the pub to pull to the table to sell some tokyo. A little flirting might get you a drink from the deal. You tilted your head slightly, looking over to the bar and back to the man before you twisted back around to the table. You stood up with your glass, bent slightly to Isaiah's ear.

"Got a bite," you said. "I'll be at the bar."

Isaiah nodded.

"Feel him out and bring him 'round then, yeah?"

You stood up and made your way for two seats near the end of the bar, near the private Shelby room. You sat down on the one farther in, giving the man a clean exit if he was uninterested in what you were willing to offer.

You held your breath until you felt someone stand beside you.

"(Y/N)," He nodded as he pulled out the chair and sat.

"John," you replied, mimicking his tone but you couldn't help but lift a brow in surprise of the older Shelby boy joining you at the bar top.

You both were around each other enough to know of each other, but you rarely spoke. You stayed around the younger group and away from Tommy and Arthur. The oldest two were nice enough, but you knew their business and had seen when they decided not to be nice. Better to keep your head down and stick to the younger men who were still enamored with snow and tits.

John lit a cigarette and watched as you ran a finger around the rim of your empty glass, not daring to turn to look him in the eye.

"You're not yourself lately," he said with an easy smile before he inhaled his cigarette.

He pulled it from his lips and let out an exhale as he nudged you with his shoulder and offered it to you.

"How do you know what I'm like?" Your finger froze on the glass before your hand fell to the side.

You picked up your glass to drink, but at it down as you realized it was still empty. You slowly turned your head to look back at him.

"You're grinning gunpowder most nights, ready to blow at a moment's notice," John chuckled as his eyes roamed your face and down your body. "Lately you've been different. Not all checked in."

"That so?" You smirked as you took his cigarette from his hand and took a puff. You sized him up as your hand rested the cigarette on the counter. "Do you usually watch your little brother's pals this closely?"

John gave a short laugh.

"You should see Tommy," he said. "He knows every dirty secret of anyone who so much as spends a night around a Blinder."

"Smokes and mirrors," you said before you brought the cigarette back to your lips and inhaled. "You didn't answer my question."

"No."

"So why'd you sit by me, then?" You exhaled with a curl of smoke. "Tommy making sure one of his brother's bait girls isn't stepping out of line?"

"Is that it?" John said as he took his cigarette back. "You like a boy that's not a Blinder and rather be with him most nights?"

You snorted.

"There's no boy," you said incredulously. "Think me that foolish? Or that shallow?"

"Well if it's not a boy you aren't knocked up," John said as he smoked.

"Not everything is sex and drugs, Shelby," you scoffed. "I know none of you believe that, but it's true."

"Who says we don't believe in more than that?" John said. "Sometimes we believe in guns."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Ehhh, see?" John said as he nudged your shoulder. "There's still a bit of the old girl in there."

"The old girl is just getting sick of the same old thing," you mumbled.

"What's that?" John frowned.

Harry appeared, hastily wiping the bar as he set out a glass for John and refilled yours.

"Sorry, sir," Harry rasped. "Night's a bit crazy. Makes me think we should hire another as help."

"It'sfine," John nodded at Harry as he wrapped his hand around his drink and turned toward you. "Now what're you on about?"

"I asked what you were after," you said louder. "You older ones don't bless us with your presence much."

"Not that much older," John grinned. "You're Isaiah's age, right? Six year age gap is nothin'."

"You know I'm not myself and my age," you said amused as you squeezed your glass, "but you won't tell me what you're after. Mr. Shelby, are you chasing after bait?"

John smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Love," he said as smoke poured through his teeth. "I don't chase no one."

Masterlist

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #john shelby x reader #John Shelby #isaiah jesus #finn shelby #michael gray #storytime with murderousginger

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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75 Criminal Minds Prompts

Some of these can easily go very, very dirty, and yes I’m talking about Morgan and Garcia conversations and honestly would it be a list without them?

1 “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you’ve really stopped to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do. ― Hotch

2 “Life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone.”― David Rossi

3 “Destroying a book is like…destroying a whole world.” — Diana Reid

4 “Trust me, kiddo. I’ve been here before.” ― David Rossi

5 “I’ve always heard every ending is also a beginning. We just don’t know it at the time. I’d like to believe that’s true.” — Emily Prentiss

6 “He is the perfect man. He doesn’t hog the covers, and he poops in a box.” — Emily Prentiss

7 “Went on a diet last night. Lost 185 pounds.” — Dr. Tara Lewis

8 “Marital bliss followed by marital diss! Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” — Penelope Garcia

9 “I don’t take kindly to being blown up. In fact, it kind of pisses me off.” — Derek Morgan

10 “You know, I've learned that, in the short time I've had the privilege of being a dad... it heals wounds, just being there for your kid.” — David Rossi

11 “What makes you feel confident?” “Statistics.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

12 “NAME , believe me when I say this, I've never known a normal day in my entire life.” — Dr Spencer Reid

13 “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.” — Dr Spencer Reid

14 “No one gets therapy these days without a healthy dose of medication.” “What are you implying, NAME?” “That everyone is medicated.” — Dr Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia

15 “He/She doesn't give a damn about black or white. The only color that son of a bitch cares about is green.” — Dr Spencer Reid

16 “I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do.” “I never said that. When have I ever said that?” “Every day since I met you!” — Dr Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan

17 “I never have any normal fans.” — Dr Spencer Reid

18 “Hey, Baby Girl, whatever you’re doing, drop it.” — Derek Morgan

19 “Talk to me, Baby Girl.” — Derek Morgan

20 “There you go, Baby Girl, that’s sweet.” — Derek Morgan

21 “Give it to me, doll face.” — Derek Morgan

22 “Hey, doll face. Ready to work some magic for me?” — Derek Morgan

23 “Hey, silly girl. I love you, you know that, right?” — Derek Morgan

24 “Hey girl, you’re on speaker. Behave.” “Or what, you’ll spank me?” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

25 “It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to.” — Derek Morgan

26 “Hey baby girl, I need you to work that magic of yours.” “Rub my lamp, release the Genie.” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

27 “You really are afraid of the dark.” “I'm working on that.” “You should work a little harder.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

28 “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, pump your brakes. What is this about?” — Derek Morgan

29 “Oh, and if you hate sad stories as much as I do, you should leave the room right now, 'cause this is super sad!” — Penelope Garcia

30 “Enchantress of all things possible, use your imagination.” — Penelope Garcia

31 “My least three favorite words strung together: I don't know.” — Penelope Garcia

32 “Hello, my pretties. I have seen the wizard and he granted my wish.” — Penelope Garcia

33 “She knew where to toe the line between right and raunchy.” — Penelope Garcia

34 “OK, let me get you on a secret: Guys, we don’t do well on subtle clues, OK? You got to be direct, straight up. Just tell him exactly what you want!” — Derek Morgan

35 “It’s who you are, Baby Girl. You see the beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go. That part of you is never gonna change, and I won’t let it.” — Derek Morgan

36 “NAME, people need to know that they're important and sometimes you forget that.” — Hotch

37 “Don't you have something better to do?” “Than to annoy you for three hours? Hell no.” — Hotch and Derek Morgan

38 “I think, deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don't know.” — Hotch

39 “NAME, this is the job, and I need to know that you can be objective.” “And I need to know that I can be human.” — Hotch and Emily Prentiss

40 “Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.” — Rossi

41 “You don't need to do anything you don't want to. Understand?” — Rossi

42 “Just be careful. That ego of yours is going to get you in trouble." — Rossi

43 “Somewhere along the line, I put myself first. I admit it, but I can't go back and change it." — Rossi

44 “It could be that, after all of these years, I rewrote history." — Rossi

45 “Time will pass and slowly you will find how much it hurts. And, maybe, you'll find something else to fill that empty space." — Rossi

46 “Where you headed?” “Nowhere in particular.” “How will you know when you get there?” — Rose and Gideon

47 “Only a man would waste $50 trying to win back that $3 stuffed animal.” — JJ

48 “This is my favorite part. This is where you hang yourself with your own tongue. So, please keep talking.” — JJ

49 “My father/mother believes that children shouldn't be shielded from the realities of the world. I do! Isn't that why we read them fairy tales in the first place?” — JJ

50 “Oh god, please tell me you don't have a crush on a fictional character.” — JJ

51 “You are the best ever.” “Aw, and you're the most perceptive.” — JJ and Garcia

52 “I once dated a guy/girl who washed his/her car more than he/she washed his/her hair.” — JJ

53 “Don't tell me what I want and don't want.” — JJ

54 “You do what it takes to protect your family.” — JJ

55 “Look, I don't speak smartass.” — Michael Russo

56 “How's it having NAME around?” “You can have him/her back whenever you would like.” Hotch and Garcia

57 “So, NAME, when are you and NAME walking down the aisle?” “Hey, whoa, whoa. Baby steps. Baby steps.” “When NAME says "I do", it'll be a national day of mourning for single men/women everywhere.” — Rossi, Morgan and Reid

58 “Ugh! This heat is brutal!” “You know, it isn't so much the heat as it is the humidity.” “At some point, it doesn't matter how you look at it. It all sucks.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

59 “Need a minute?” “So, so badly.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

60 “Hey. I came as soon as I could. What's wrong?” — Matt Simmons

61 “We ask questions, and we come home.” “No creepy weirdness?” “No weirdness.” “Good, 'cause I'm about full up in the creepy weirdness department for one night.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

62 “Ooh, what about this one? Sunny, two-bedroom. It's close to work. And it's in your price range.” “NAME, you're moving? You don't like change.” “That's true. Change is my kryptonite. But the apartment is no longer a sanctuary. I have a new neighbor. Window's right here. He enjoys doing naked kung fu. Some things you cannot unsee.” — JJ, Simmons and Garcia

63 “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being you.” “Aw, thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else.” — Emily Prentiss and Dr Spencer Reid

64 “When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her. She wants him to shut up and listen.” — Emily Prentiss

65 “I just feel I can't understand others' emotions if I don't deal with my own, you know?” “The best way out is always through.” “Too bad it's not always the easiest one.” “You're not kidding.” — Dr Tara Lewis and Rossi

66 “It helps if they think you're crazy. They don't argue.” — Diana Reid

67 “I don’t hate you ... I’m just not necessarily excited about your existence.” — Dr Spencer Reid

68 “There are many paths to the same place. Trust me.” “Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie.” — Hotch

69 “I’m always right. Also, you’re secretly in love with me.” — Penelope Garcia

70 “I just gave the bartender my number in Roman numerals. If he/she figures it out, he’s/she’s worth a shot.” — Dr Spencer Reid

71 “Shh, the adults are talking. When it’s your turn to speak, I’ll give you permission. Okay?” — JJ

72 “Hey, mama, tell me something I don’t know.” — Derek Morgan

73 “Talk dirty to me.” — Penelope Garcia

75 “Hey, don’t make me spank you when I get back.” “Don’t listen time him/her, NAME, he’s/she’s all talk.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

#criminal minds prompts #criminal minds quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #david rossi #derek morgan #dr spencer reid #emily prentiss #jj #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #nswfish

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years

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The Southsider (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Things are getting off to a great start with Sweet Pea and y/n, but what happens when someone finds out her past?

Word Count: 2428

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

You pulled up at the Whyte Wrym parking lot. Worried that your hair was a mess from the wind, you try to smoothen it. "You look good." Sweet Pea reaches his hand out for you. You smile and blush, looking down and taking his hand.

You two went inside and, much to Toni's delight, were still holding hands. Fangs eyed you both. "Cute." He said as he smirked.

Sweet Pea instantly yanked his hand away from yours. He looked at you with red cheeks. "You know how to play pool?"

"No. You wanna show me?" You smiled.

He grabbed a pool stick and put it in your hands. He stood right behind you, towering over you. "Okay bend down." You both bent down to the pool table. Your face felt extremely hot.

"Easy there, Sweets. Big brother is watching." Jughead said. Toni and Fangs were compressing their laughter from your blushing face.

Sweet Pea chose to block all of them out. "Hold the stick like this, and put your hand right here." He positions your arms and hands where they need to go. "And hit the ball." The stick then hit the white ball, sending all others if different directions. He then stood, you standing with him. "Looks like your stripes."

You looked at each other, close together. You were about to say something until a hand slaps Sweet Pea's back hard. "Sweet Pea." FP says, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Can I speak to you in private?" He tightens his grip.

"Sure." Sweet Pea said stiffly. They then both went outside.

They both left you worried for Sweet Pea. FP's dad instincts seem to have kicked in. Once those doors closed, the tight smile on his face was gone. "What the hell do you think your doing in there?"

"I was just teaching her how to play pool-"

"She's not just some cheap piece of meat that you can throw away after getting what you want."

"No! I wouldn't do that to her. I just thought she might have fun-"

FP yanked the collar of his jacket, pointing a finger at him. "You better watch yourself."

"-playing pool! I thought she might have fun playing pool." Sweet Pea defensively put his hands up.

He then let go of him. "Careful, boy. You don't use a girl like that."

Sweet Pea nodded and quickly walked back inside. When you saw him, it looked like he had seen a ghost. "Sweets, you good?" You put a hand on his arm.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm good." You were still pretty worried, so you gently squeezed his arm and let go.

"You wanna finish that pool game?"

After the pool game you talked with the four a while before Sweet Pea stood up. "It's kinda late, I'll take you home."

You gave him directions as you rode to the Northside with him. You stopped at a small house that had no cars in it's driveway. "Are your mom and dad out?" He asked as you hopped off.

"No, I live with my aunt. She's away on another business thing. It's just me right now." You shifted in your place, wanting to change the subject. "Tonight was cool, Pea. Thanks for that."

He nodded. You start to walk to the door when Sweet Pea asked, "What, no goodnight kiss?"

You turned around and looked at him and his teasing smile. You walked up to him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Sweets. Can't wait to see you at school tomorrow." You turned and walked inside.

"Night." He said quietly. When you left he slowly went into the biggest smile ever. He then drove off, excited for tomorrow to come.

What the two of you didn't know was that at that exact moment Reggie was breaking into the sheriff's office to find anything he could on you, and what he found was unexpected. And just what he needed. He couldn't have a rebel at Riverdale High helping the Southside take over the school. Traitors of the Northside need to be punished.

He called Cheryl. "Do you realize what time it is? You have no respect for beauty sleep."

"I got something on y/n."

"I'm listening."

"I don't want to ruin the surprise yet, but get as many people as you can. Tomorrow at lunch we'll show those snakes that if they mess with us, we mess with those they care about."

"See you tomorrow then."

The next day you walked to school, meeting Kevin at the front. You looked at him very excitedly. "I went to the Whyte Wrym last night!"

His mouth flew open. "The Serpents' hang out spot?!" He nodded your head, blushing like crazy. He linked your arms together. "Tell me more."

As you and Kevin were talking, so were Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs. "Alright dude, how are you going to get her to like you?"

"You think I know?" Sweet Pea said as they all got off their bikes.

"Maybe you should come on stronger?" Toni suggested.

"Or maybe we should help make them closer." Fangs nodded. Toni reluctantly agreed, and Sweet Pea had come to the conclusion that his friends were going to embarrass the crap out of him today.

You were walking and talking with Kevin when you both see Sweet Pea with Fangs and Toni in the hallways. "You have to go talk to him." Kevin told me.

"Are you sure? I feel more confident in the arms of my favorite gay." You said, playfully clinging to him.

"I'm rooting for you two now, so starting today I will do what I can to support this ship. Now go talk to him." You took a quick break, nodded, and started to walk towards Sweet Pea, but Kevin grabbed your arm. "Just promise you'll be careful?"

"Promise." And with that you were going to walk towards them, but Kevin grabbed your arm again.

"Wait, we have to make this subtle."

"What?"

"We should walk by and pretend to not have noticed them until he says hi. Come on." He grabs your arm and links it with his again.

"Your putting way too much thought into this." You whispered.

"Sh. It'll work."

You then walked closer to him, and just as Kevin said, he took notice in you. "Y/n. Hey." He waved, kind of nervous on how you'd react.

"Oh, hey Sweet Pea!"

"I'll leave you two be!" Kevin said.

You shook your head. "You're a big a loser as I am, Kev." He fixed his strap on his bag and smiled. "See you at lunch." He waved at you and Sweet Pea.

"What's with you two?" Sweet Pea smiled.

"Nothing. Just dorks being dorks together. Hey guys." The other two nod.

Toni taps Fang's arm, and he nods. He goes up to you and fake accidentally pushes you into Sweet Pea. "So how's your morni- oh crap. My bad y/n."

Your body goes forward into Sweet Pea, grabbing onto his jacket to stabilize yourself. "It's okay Fangs."

You then went to stand next to Sweet Pea. Fangs eyed Toni, meaning that it was her turn. She went next to you and leaned on your shoulder hard. "So, y/n, what do you think of the Whyte Wrym?"

Her leaning on you made you stumble into Sweet Pea's side, grabbing onto his arm. "Uh, it was cool. It felt really homey. Hey, you guys got your schedules today, right?"

"Yeah." Sweet Pea said, looking down at you. You were still holding onto his arm.

"Can I see?" They all handed you their papers. "Toni you have bio with me, Fangs we have US History, Sweets we got PE. We all have English together." The bell rang and you gave back the papers. "Toni let's go together."

"Sure." You both started walking towards your class. You turned and smiled, waving towards the two boys, with them waving back.

Right after you turned back around Sweet Pea punched Fangs in the shoulder. "What the hell was that?!"

"She held your arm, didn't she?" Fangs said while holding onto his shoulder.

The rest of your day went by smoothly and quickly. Biology with Toni was fun, and seeing how Fangs was a secret genius in History was interesting. Geometry was kind of slow, but that's what you had Archie there for. Now was fourth period: English.

You all were getting new seats, so all of you were at the perimeter of the room. "Is it me or is there a lot of people staring at us?" You asked Fangs.

"It's the jackets and tattoos. It scares them."

One guy walks past the four of you as he is assigned his seat, saying "Be careful babe, these guys are criminals."

Sweet Pea is extremely close to throwing a punch at this guy, but is stopped as you link your arm to Sweet Pea's, leaning onto him. "No, I think I'd prefer them to some high school has been waiting to happen. Thanks anyways, babe." You turned to Sweet Pea. "What a privledged asshole."

He let out a laugh. You really didn't care about where they came from. He wondered why that was, but dismissed the question.

The teacher then called out your name, followed by Toni, which meant that she sat behind you. When the teacher called him, it was the seat next to yours. He tried his very best to hide his smile. Fangs was behind him. It was perfect.

Your teacher now passed out the school books for Romeo and Juliet. She explained the gist of this unit. What the quizzes will be on, how we need to find literary devises, what writing assignments they will have. It was all so foreign to Sweet Pea. English was his worst subject. He's going to look like an idiot in front of you.

You were all tasked with reading Act I Scenes i-iii. You had to decipher what was going on in the story, and list out literary devices on what is was relating to and what it meant. Sweet Pea was going to die.

"Hey." You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You good?"

"No." He said without thinking. "I mean yeah! It's just that I'm crap at English."

"Oh, then let's work on the homework together after school." He wondered how a person could be so nice. "You can pick me up when I'm done with my shift from Pop's."

"When do you get off?"

"Give me your number and I could text you when." This came out without the intention of anything except exchanging information. Once you realized what you said, you felt your cheeks get hot.

You silently handed him your phone. He put in his number, finding it sad that you were more smooth than he is. He still seemed to like being around you.

He gave it back to you with a new contact in your phone. You began to get cold from sitting under the air vent. You started to rub your arms and let down your hair for any sort of warmth.

Sweet Pea noticed this and shimmied out of his jacket. "Here." He handed it to you.

"Oh, no Sweets it's fine-"

"No it's not. You're cold, right? Put on the jacket."

You took it, giving him a teasing smile. "What?"

"You worried about me, Sweets?"

He smirked back. "You care about what I think of you, y/n?"

"Good one." You said, biting your lip as you smiled and looked down at the book to read. Sweet Pea looked at you in the oversized serpent jacket with your hair down. You looked hot and cute at the same time. He then looked back down at his own book, not understanding most of what he was reading. Meanwhile, Toni and Fangs were silently enjoying the show.

The bell rang and what began was what Reggie had been waiting for all day. Lunch.

They walked you to the cafeteria, which you normally don't eat at but you all heard that Reggie had important news. You parted ways with them once you saw your five friends over at a table.

"Oh, my God." Veronica said, staring at you. Kevin looked at you, then widened his eyes and looked again at you. You sat down next to Kevin, wondering why everyone was staring. Betty put a hand over her mouth to try to stop herself from laughing.

"Uh, y/n," Archie said, scratching the back of his head.

"Is that Sweet Pea's?" Jughead bluntly asked.

You looked down in embarrassment and saw that you were still wearing Sweet Pea's serpent jacket. You put your head down and played with the oversized sleeves. "Maybe."

"Wow, I was not expecting that." Veronica said. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Give it to me. I'll give it back to him." Jughead reached his hand out, waiting for the jacket to be given.

"Why?" You whined. "It's comfy. I can see why you guys always wear it."

"We don't wear it for comfort, y/n. It's a symbol of a tribe. It shouldn't just be handed to someone who's cold. It means a lot more than that!"

"So you're saying I'm important to him?" You teased, giving him a smile.

"Now y/n."

You rolled your eyes and took off the jacket. He grabbed it and went over to where his other friends were sitting, angrily saying something you couldn't hear. Sweet Pea shrugged in response and said something else. He then looked at your table, causing everyone else to look away. You kept your gaze at him, giving him a knowing look and a shrug. He smiled in return.

"Eyes in front." Jughead said as he stomped back over to your table. You turned back around and rested your chin on your hand.

"Are you jealous because their chemistry rivals that of bughead?" Kevin asked. Betty giggled and Jughead aggressively munched on his chips.

You turned to Betty. "Has Jughead ever let you wear his jacket?" She smiled and nodded. You jolted up. "What- Jug!"

Before he could protest, Reggie stood on top of a table. "Attention everybody. I have an announcement to make."

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Author Note: Sorry, I said I would reveal y/n's past in this chapter, but I wrote a lot and thought this would be a good place to leave off. I just want this to be more fluff than angst.

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