I Wanna Be Jake Peralta When I Grow Up.

I wanna be Jake Peralta when I grow up.

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

Random rant time (and a profuse apology 😭)

LETS TALK ABOUT WILL TRENT!! I’m all caught up on the episodes that are currently out in the UK and holy FUCK do i love Faith and of course, Betty (she is THE moment.)

i have to say, seeing a detective with diabetes really made me smile! i’ve always loved the idea of being a detective but because of my diabetes i’ve gravitated away from that career choice entirely. I absolutely love the representation within the whole show but the diabetes bit especially!

and now my profuse apology, i said i would post a new fic like two weeks ago and i haven’t even finished it! i’m sorry to the person to requested it especially 😭 it should hopefully be done by at least may 3rd if not before

i lied, oops.

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

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