#//I'm just sitting here watching him be eternally sour (as he has every right to be tbh)

[reflections-of-mobius]

"Get out of my way."

[ivyyreid]

greek tragedy

description: breakups are hard. but you usually don't completely change who you are and start killing, right?

category: angst

tw: mentions of self harm, eating disorders, breakups, knives, mentions of stab wounds, death, suicide, blood, men, guns, self-loathing, one-sided love.

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sometimes, i don't know what haunts me more.. the memories of you... or the happy person i used to be.

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two years and two months ago.

spencer came into the bullpen with a gleam in his eye. a shy kind of happiness. the kind that makes you blush, and makes you embarrassed. the kind that makes people feel like kids again.

vivian came in with the same smile. the same red on her cheeks, the same glint in her eyes.

they both felt like kids again. happy, and in love.

they held hands under the table in the conference room. everyone noticed. and everyone smiled a bit more, knowing that two happy people are now making each other happier.

the night before, vivian and spencer had kissed in the rain under the stars. after an eternity of falling for each other, they finally gave in.

when they came in the next day, vivian's blonde hair seemed a little more golden, her eyes a little more warm. spencer's face seemed softer, and relaxed.

they played in the park, and watched nineties movies, and ate thai on the roof while watching the stars. all with the biggest goofiest smiles on their faces.

because you're nothing if not crazy when you're in love.

two months ago

blonde hair stained brown.

pink lips turned red.

a realtionship gone sour.

they broke up last week. they stood in the rain once again. but this time the rain didn't bring hope, and a new start. this time the rain fell, tainting the blue sky gray.

the girls heart shattered onto the pavement. pieces on the sidewalk, pieces in the grass. pieces being washed away by the rain.

no one knows what they said to each other, how it ended.

all they know is that the cuts on vivian's wrist are fresh, and that the numbers on her scale have rapidly declined.

she came into work on monday, her golden blonde hair painted dark brown, her young pink lips stained blood red. everyone stared, except spencer. she stared at no-one, but spencer.

she was there for a day after the breakup. maybe two. long enough to know that someone else had already brought a gleam into spencer's eyes. that someone else was already making him happy.

no one saw her after that. she left quickly and quietly. one day, her desk was personalized and filled with framed pictures, the next it was empty and bare. you could say that her desk matched her heart.

now, she lies on the floor of her bathroom. head pounding, rivers of red seeping onto the tiled floor.

one month ago.

seven men stabbed twice in the heart, all dead, over the course of two weeks. all left with red carnations.

the bau accepts the invitation to take on the case.

vivian watches the news coverage announcing the bureaus involvement, a smirk dancing on her face as she applies a new coat of lipstick.

one week ago, at the bar.

the bar is full of bodies. bodies against bodies. dancing, sweating, living.

the tall brunette, with the red lipstick and cold eyes slips off her coat, revealing the small black dress underneath. the heartless predator.

a drunk mans eyes follow the woman's every move. analyzing her every curve, watching the way her lips part. he sets down his glass and walks over. the unsuspecting prey.

he makes his way through the crowd, licking his lips as he nears vivian. her blonde hair, now turned brown, and her blood red lips enchant him.

her finger plays with her straw, spinning it around in her drink as she makes eye contact with him. she tilts her head slyly, and smiles a bit. egging him on.

"jonathan," he says, standing over her.

"cleo," she responds, flipping her dark hair over her exposed shoulder. she stands up, hand on his tie, and leans forward to whisper seductively in his ear:

"let's get out of here, jonathan."

three days ago, at the bau.

"we have a new body," hotch announces as he walks into the room. he pins a few pictures to the board. the first, an image of a smiling man. dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a square jaw. the next few are the body. dumped carelessly in an alleyway. two stabs to the heart, and red carnations scattered onto the body.

"woah," emily says, concern lacing her voice. "that makes fourteen bodies now."

"she's devolving," morgan adds. "speeding up the kills. her last kill was only one day ago, she's getting more dangerous. but she's also more likely to slip up."

the team nods to this, each thinking their own separate thoughts. eventually, they will all come to the same conclusion. the same suspect. but they won't share their ideas until it's too late.

the teams profile:

the unsub is female.

she recently suffered heartbreak, and has a newfound prejudice against men.

she changes her appearance each time. wigs, makeup, etc.

she stabs each victim twice in the heart, which must mean something.

she leaves red carnations at each scene, which means "alas for my poor heart, my heart aches," in some cultures.

she is highly intelligent, driven, but also depressed and self-loathing.

she is likely to have self-inflicted wounds, and possibly try and kill herself.

one day ago, vivian's apartment.

vivian stares in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror stares back at her.

a blonde wig is tossed carelessly on the floor, and boxes of colored contacts join it.

these objects are supposed to be able to change who you are on the outside, but to vivian, they're crushing her even more on the inside.

she doesn't recognize the woman in the mirror. the dark straight hair, red lips, and hollow eyes. the woman in the tight dress and heels.

she looks down, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over her face. this isn't the girl that spencer loved. she isn't the girl that spencer loved anymore.

and then she looks back up, and her heart stops. because there she is.

the girl in the mirror has long, wavy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. her eyes are full of life, not hollow and lifeless. her lips are pink, her cheeks flushed, her face innocent. her sundress hangs perfectly around her frame, and underneath her bright converse her socks mismatch.

the girl that spencer loved. the girl vivian stopped being when spencer stopped loving here.

the image takes vivian's breath away for a second, and a tear slips down her face, but she doesn't stop staring at the reflection, hoping that if she stares hard enough the girl will die and leave vivian alone.

her stare turns into a smirk. smirking at the innocent, dumb, oblivious girl. laughing silently at her.

the girl was oblivious to the heartbreak that awaited her. the emptiness that would creep into her soul.

the girl that was so blindly in love with the man that didn't care for her, even though he acted like he did.

maybe she was still in love with him. just a bit. even after he broke her heart, she still loved him. but she also hated him.

fuck spencer.

a couple of hours ago, bau.

vivian's face is front and center on the tv. her blonde hair, green eyes, and large smile.

the team sits around the table, shocked at the conclusion they came to.

vivian, their ex-coworker who always seemed so perfect and happy, is the unsub? vivian killed fifteen men?

they may want to deny it, but they all know it makes sense.

she broke up with spencer and completely fell apart. she quit her job. spencer says she was angry and sad and completely broken, hence the hate towards men. and the killings started around the time her and spencer broke up. even the number of stabs on each body makes sense. two stabs for two years her and spencer were together.

they're all shocked, but most can still talk, and move, and discuss. spencer is just frozen.

how could vivian have killed someone?

forty-five minutes ago, vivian's apartment.

spencer looks around the apartment, flashlight held and gun drawn.

when he used to come over, the apartment was homey and life like. plants would hang from the ceilings, and would sit on shelves. books were scattered on tables, and the floor to ceiling bookshelf would be disorganized. she used to have pictures of her and the team, and of spencer everywhere. but now it's bare, and empty. if spencer knew any better he would think no one lived there at all.

the team does a quick search, clearing all the rooms before gathering again in the living room.

"she's obviously not here, but she knows that we know it's her. she's been wanting us to know." derek says, and glances at spencer. "spencer, is there anywhere she liked to go, anywhere close?" he asks, and spencer furrows his brow.

"the roof! she liked to watch the sky!" he says suddenly, and hotch nods. the team climbs up the flights of stairs to get to the roof, which at first glance appears to be empty, until spencer notices a woman sitting against the chimney.

"spencer no way, she's armed man," derek says as spencer moves forward, but spencer tells him it's ok. he knows her. she has no intention of hurting him.

vivian stares at him, a tears falling down her face. spencer sits down next to her, eyes widening when he notices the knife in her hands. pointed at her own heart.

"vivian..." he says cautiously, taking in her died hair and red lips, "this isn't you. put the knife down." at this, vivian collapses into a fit of sobs, trailing mascara down her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry spencer," her voice is shaky and she's crying, but she keeps the knife pointed upwards towards her heart.

"please vivian just put the knife down," spencer whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

"i can't spencer, i have to do this," she sobs. "i killed....i killed so many people and i can't stop myself and i still love you but i hate you and you broke my heart but i have to do this spencer."

the boys eyes are sad, because deep down he knows he can't stop her from doing this. but he'll still try,

"please vivian, i-i love you," he pleads, but vivian just shakes her head, and laughs through her tears.

"no you don't spencer," she whispers, smiling a bit. "but it's ok. you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do," she says, and spencer knows whats coming. her grip on the knife tightens, and in a flash she jams it into her heart, gasping a bit as it deepens.

"no!" spencer yells, as she slumps and collapses. blood trickles from her lips, and her tears spill from her eyes. but still, she smiles. because it's finally over.

her final breath isn't sad, it's relieved. because she doesn't have to suffer anymore. the sadness, pain, and anger is finally gone.

spencer is tearless. her death was shocking, sad, but it was truthful. maybe she deserved it, even wanted it, but spencer knew she was going somewhere where she was happier.

happier without him.

as spencer stares at her body, laid out on the concrete, he sees the girl he loved. the blonde hair, sea green eyes, and the innocent face.

innocence, purity.

and all he can think about as she's wheeled into the ambulance, covered by the blanket is who she used to be. who she really is.

the beautiful, happy girl.

maybe one day, in another life she'll find true love.

who knows?

all anyone knows is that the day that her heart poured a red river onto the concrete, she started over. she began anew.

and maybe that was better for everyone.

[southsideloser]

Night of Terror

Words : 1680

Warnings : swearing and mentions of sex 

 A/N: this is for both @southsidearchive​ theme 1 and @riverdale-events​ theme 3

          "Get down!" Sweet Pea grabbed your arm and forced you to duck behind a parked car as another passed by on the street. You peeked around the car to watch as the cars tail lights disappear.

          You leaned back next to Sweet Pea and burst into giggles. It couldn't be helped. The thrill of what Sweet Pea and you had planned tonight had you giddy. When it was clear that you weren't going to stop, Sweet Pea grabbed your face and pecked you softly.

          "Sh..." He murmured but it seemed that your giddiness was contagious and he too started to laugh with you. "You do this every year." He punctuated each word with kiss.

          "I'm sorry. I just get so excited." You kissed him once more before pulling back and resting your hands on his neck. "You ready?"

Sweet Pea grabbed a duffel bag that was beside him and yanked it open. He had you check to see if the cost was clear, he tossed you a package from the bag.

          "Put your hood up." Sweet Pea whispered, doing the same. He motioned for you follow him up into the Cooper yard. "Ready?" He grinned when you nodded, both of you let loose in covering the trees, bushes and grass with rolls of toilet paper.

          "Maybe now the crazy bitch will think twice before blaming the Southside for everything." Sweet Pea flipped the closed door off before grabbing your hand and rushing back to the duffel bag. "Which on next?"

          "I wanna fork Archie's yard." You giggle and grab a box plastic forks from the bag and almost skipped next door.

          Halloween pranks were your things. There was something about the ambiance of a fall night, creepy decorations, and spending the night with Sweet Pea. All that just seemed to melt the stress of life away. And in a town like Riverdale, there was always stress.

          For the past three years, Sweet Pea and you had been terrorizing both the North and Southside with your pranks. It was when you had dared to cross the lines of friends to couple.

          "This is really a stupid prank Sweet Pea." You sighed and tossed the empty can of spray paint in the bag on the ground.

          "Hey, you asked me to come pranking with you. And that I could choose a few of my own. I think this is a good one." He stood back and admired his handy work.

          "Its juvenile..." With a sigh and shake of your head, you turned to look for a new house to terrorize. "Painting penis' in the grass is something I expect from a twelve year old."

          Sweet Pea glared at you for a minute before stomping his way over to you.

          "Look, I didn't have to come out. I could be at the Wyrm right now, playing pool and making bank. I don't need to be criticized by you (Y/N)." You glared right back at him, upset that the evening was taking a sour turn so soon. "Honestly, why the hell did you even ask me out here anyways? Thought you liked to spend your nights with Fangs." He snapped bitterly.

          "In case you haven't noticed, Fangs isn't exactly the most stealthy of people. And what does Fogarty and I hanging out have to do with any of this. And why do you care?" You snapped back.

          "I don't." Sweet Pea scoffed and threw his empty can into a bag also. "Just pointing out that you seem to like the new Serpent." There was something off in his voice.

          "Yeah, I like him." You watched as Sweet Pea's whole body tensed up. "But he is seriously the human embodiment of a puppy. And why the hell do you sound so..." It took a moment for you figure it out. "Jealous." You mumbled. Sweet Pea scoffed again, crossing his arms and refusing to make eye contact.

          The air was still and quiet, the moment stretching to feel like an eternity.

          "I am." He sighed, still not making eye contact. "It used to be us and I thought it was always going to be just us." He waved his hand between the both of you. "And then some new kid comes along and it's not just us anymore. You're always off with him and it's like you don't even have time for me anymore. It's almost like you've replaced me. Are we even still the same friends were?"

          Your heart started to beat a little faster. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself to reveal you're deepest secret to him. This may be the only time you were presented with the opportunity

          "I don't want to be friends anymore, Sweet Pea." You admitted softly and had to look away from the look of absolute heartbreak on his face. You reached out and grabbed his arm as he tried to storm past you, rushing the next sentence out. "I can't keep being friends with you because I'm in love with you."

          And for the second time that night, everything was still. Sweet Pea slowly turned to look at you, unreadable look on his face.

          "I can't be just friends with you anymore Pea. I-"

          "How long." His voice was soft, you almost missed it. You shrugged, hugged your arms around yourself and looked at the ground. "(Y/N/N)..." He lifted your chin gently, "Talk to me."

          "For a couple years." He sighed and inquired as to why you never said anything. "Because i didn't want to lose this, what we have. You're like, one of the most important people in my life Sweets. But I just can't pretend anymore. I'm sorry."

          "Don't." He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug. "You don't need to pretend with me." He sighed again and pressed soft kisses to the top of your head. It felt relieving to finally get it all off your chest. For a long while the two of you staying like that, holding each other.

          "I love you." He said into your hair. "I have for what felt like forever."

"We're both stupid." You laughed, pulling back slightly. "Wanna be stupid together?"

          "Is that even a question." Sweet Pea grinned and leaned down to brush his lips over yours.

          "I think we're done here." You sighed happily and took a step back to admire your hard work. There were a couple dozen forks stuck in the Andrew yard. With a look down the street, you could see that Sweet Pea and forked three more lawns.

          You meet up at the end of the street, almost every house having been vandalized. The both of you just stood for a few minutes, admiring handiwork.

          "We still have time for one more prank." Sweet Pea said, pulling out his phone to check the time.

          "And I," You stood on tiptoes and places a chaste kiss to lips. "Know exactly what I want to do."

                                          ~*~

          The hallways of Riverdale were always packed first thing in the morning, that's why you opted to wait in the student lounge with Sweets until last minute. That's where Betty Cooper and friends found the pair. Sitting together in one of the arm chairs and playfully thumb wrestling. They were both laughing and smiling but Sweet Pea sobered up when the group stormed over to them.

          "My mother is furious." Betty snapped plopping down on the couch, glaring at you. "She wants to press charges for vandalism as soon as she has proof."

          "Um... What the hell are you talking about, Betty?" You feigned ignorance.

          "Don't play innocent." Archie leaned over the couch behind Betty, frowning. "My dad broke half of those forks before he gave up. How the hell are we suppose to get those out?"

          "What make you so sure-" Sweet Pea started defensively before Jughead cut him off.

          "Byrdie overheard you at the Wyrm running prank ideas to Fangs Sweet Pea. She told my dad who asked me to keep you two in line."

          "Swell job." You rolled your eyes. Jughead scoffed and slumped into the seat next tot Betty. "Look, there is no way to prove it was us. Plus, everything was harmless." You slid off Sweet Pea's lap and grabbed your bag from the floor. "Well, almost all of them were harmless." You gave Sweets a knowing smile.

          "Wait, what does that mean?" Veronica demanded from the other armchair. "What the hell did you do?"

          You didn't a chance to reply because at that moment, a very angry Reggie Mantle stormed into the lounge with some of the Bulldogs stalking behind him.

          "I want to know who the fuck pulled all those pranks on the Northside." He growled while looking at Sweet Pea and I.

          "Why, something happen?" Sweet Pea tried to keep the smile off his face and you 'accidentally' stomped on his foot. Reggie was about to launch at Sweet Pea when you stepping in front of him.

          "Before you try to blame Sweets, you should know we were at the Wyrm all night. Right Jughead?" You turned to your friend and gave him a pleading look. Jughead looked like he wanted nothing more than to choke you.

          "Yeah. They were there all night." He ground out, glaring at you. "What happened to you?"

          "Someone messed with Bella." Reggie hissed, referring to his prized muscle car. "Put jolly ranchers on the windows and then wrapped her in cling wrap. Do you know how long its gonna take to get that shit off?"

          "Sounds like you better get on it then." You wanted to slap Sweets upside the head. Reggie continued to stare you down, fuming before threatening to kill whoever harmed his car and leaving.

          "Are you daft?" Betty nervously ran her hand thru her ponytail.

          "He's mad now." You shrugged and held out a hand for Sweets. He stood and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the hall. "He'll be even madder when he realizes that we fucked on the hood first."

          You could only laugh at the shocked expressions on your friends faces as Sweet Pea and you left, while thinking of pranks for next year.