Lachesism, The Desire To Be Struck By A Disaster.

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)

18 male LIs and 10 female? 🤨

plus the fact Nicolas Hydra wants to make a liam route? making it 19 male LIs? wow. honestly i’m disappointed but did i see it coming, yeah. the treatment of female LIs is just fucked tbh

edit: THANK YOU TO THE PERSON WHO COMMENTED!! I honestly didn’t count properly lmao (9 technically 8 female LIs, 17 Male and 2 non-binary)

guys (3 people) i’m being a menace (not writing my requests and instead writing angst) and it involves my favourite ever (emily prentiss) because im so caring (i put her through it) i hope you’re all so excited x

update i finished it, shits being posted RIGHT NOW x

update that no one asked for time, i think i’m done writing it but i also think it really sucks!! so i’m gonna keep proof reading and start fixing whatever i can tonight and hopefully it might be out tomorrow :)