Hot Girl(me) Doing Hot Girl Shit(rewatching Criminal Minds For The Tenth Time)

Hot girl(me) doing hot girl shit(rewatching criminal minds for the tenth time)

Take me back to the night we met

E.P x Fem!reader

notes: I came up with this in the middle of tidying and acted on it whilst also tidying. i’m a really shitty writer so yeah!! hope u enjoy greatly! Uh timeline wise i’m picking this to be scratch tormenting stuff 😈

warnings: angst wowie, death (r), the use of Y/N (give me ideas on how to replace those two dreaded letters please i hate Y/N sometimes) MY WRITING IN GENERAL NEEDS A WARNING JESUS and also my mildly poor grammar 😭 AND A MESSY ASS LOVE CONFESSION HELP

Cases could be hard, extremely hard. But never this hard. Never so life crushingly hard.

9.32PM, Baltimore Woodland, 2/8 Agents accounted for.

As a bullet ripped through the air, things got real. A loud thud could be heard, followed by another deafening gunshot. As Emily turnt all she could assume was the worst, what if you had been shot?

She soon found out she was right to think that. She rushed to your side, hands shaking as she fumbled with your vest. “Y/N. Hey, look at me. It’s probably just a bruise ok?”. As she freed you from your vest, blood began to spurt out of your chest wound. “Em, we both know you’re convincing yourself more than me” You weakly said, laughing a little

“No, you’ll be fine..ok? just..trust me.” Emilys hands were now on you, trying to stop you bleeding out. “Em, it’s ok.” You smiled, weakly but mildly convincingly. “If anything happens, i want to tell you something. So look at me because i don’t think i have enough time.”. Emily averted her gaze to your face, tears forming in her eyes. You placed a hand on her face, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb.

“I love you Emily Prentiss. I have always loved you and i will always love you. in this life and the next. I have loved you since the night we met and i’m not stopping dead or alive”. Tears began to fall from Emily eyes, a weak smile on her face. “So tell me you love me back, and i can die happy”

“I love you too.” Were the last words you heard, falling limp in Emilys arms, your hand falling from her face.

10.47PM, Baltimore PD. 7/8 agents accounted for. Two Casualties: Preston Harding (ACCOMPLICE.) & SSA Y/N L/N.

The ride back was quiet. There were no funny quips, no snarky remarks, no stories of an epic takedown. Just silence, an uncomfortable, unwanted silence.

The team had no clue what to think, no clue how to catch the man behind it all, yet all emily could think about was how she wanted to go back to the night they met.

A/N: HOPEFULLY THIS DIDNT SUCK!! I also took way longer to post it than i wanted oopsie..if this goes well with my emily girlies i’ll make some things for my tara and jj girlies too 🤭 and sorry for my assy math oopsie

Lachesism, the desire to be struck by a disaster.

E.P x Fem!Reader

Notes: GUESS WHOS BACK 😈 and not doing the requests she begged for jesus christ..i blame writers block ANYWAY so remember take me back to the night we met? yeah so MY FUN LOVING SELF who is such a GREAT person is here to continue it x

Warnings: death (R), angst, funeral, HEAVY survivors guilt? can i call it that? poor descriptive skills x

As quiet murmurs died down, the sound of heeled shoes hitting the wooden church floors rung out. Six agents carry a dark wood casket, American flag draped atop.

The air was thick, thick enough to choke on. The room reminded eerily silent, quiet words, sniffles and steps being the only sounds. A disheveled older couple sat at the front, holding hands, closely whispering sweet reaffirming words to one another.

As eulogies and sweet tales were told, Emily began to dread her name being called. No one knew of the final words Y/N had spoken to her, nor of the words she had said.

As she was waved up, dread and an overpowering sense of guilt came over her. She had caused this. She didn’t act fast enough. She didn’t go first. She should’ve taken that bullet.

Once she reached the podium nerves built, tears welled and her hands began to shake. Panic and guilt were all she felt. She unfurled a piece of paper, clearing her throat.

“I have so many fond memories of Y/N. She was the brightest, kindest soul with the most beautiful smile. Any horrid situation we faced, we faced together and for that i am insanely grateful.” The more she spoke, the more she choked up, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

“I will never forget her. Her funny jokes and quips, the dramatised stories of a takedown-“ She cleared her throat again, trying to blink away the tears and stop the horrid feeling of overwhelming pain and responsibility.

“I will always treasure the memory of her. She was and always will be my only love, and i forever hers.” Once the words left her mouth, reality collapsed around her. The girl she had spent years desiring was gone just when she could have her. As she walked off, out of the church doors, tears began to flow as she dissolved into a blubbering mess.

She was reminded of the nights she spent playing it over and over in her head, those words “So tell me you love me back, and i can die happy”. Those words meant so much and more. She could engrave them into her mind. Those 12 words would practically haunt her forever.

If only she knew the words wouldn’t be the only thing, but the guilt and greif would be too. The knowledge that all this could’ve been prevented. The knowledge that in another universe, this wouldn’t be Y/Ns funeral but hers. The knowledge that maybe, just maybe, if she had tried harder to save her, this could be something better. In that moment she wished it had all gone differently, she wished that they never picked up that case, she wished they couldn’t fly to Baltimore.

More importantly, she wished for her back. Emily had never felt more alone than she did right there, sat on the steps of the church crying like she never had before.

I wanna be Jake Peralta when I grow up.

IM ASSUMING PEOPLE LIKED MY LAST POST OMG YAY! Thank u all very much 🫶 I’m willing to write more and even start taking requests so if people want that just lmk! (i’ll even do stuff for different shows 👀)

it’s probably not even just the LL devs that have left 💀

das probably why roadkill and HTLL were so rushed and ended so quickly. not to mention Val isn’t even being hinted at as an upcoming story