Wow Me Coming Back From The Grave, Im Still Looking For Some More Requests (even Though I Didnt Finish

wow me coming back from the grave, i’m still looking for some more requests (even though i didn’t finish the old ones… and still have about 4 or 5 unfinished things..yikes)

i’m kind of desperate to write more criminal minds stuff but please keep in mind i’m more comfy with female x female/gender neutral, i could maybe do male characters x reader PLATONICALLY (but it also maybe me hugely out of character)

i may take a while to finish some requests with work and some other stuff but i promise it will (hopefully) get done.

At some point i might get around to organising my page more too :)

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

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.

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

I wanna be Jake Peralta when I grow up.