#Erin writes

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Pretty Boy | s.r. x fem!reader

a/n: you know i had to do something for glasses reid i’d be crazy not to.

“oh, here comes your pretty boy. capital p and b.” derek’s smooth voice entered your shared office with jj. you didn’t bother asking who, even coyly, he would just say something along the line of “your other half, pretty girl.”

so you rolled your eyes while scanning over a case file, not bothering to direct attention to the man. “and why the need to visit my space?” a teasing reply, both knowing his visits to the double liaison office were once in a blue moon.

there was the sound of shuffling before derek responded, “cause i wanna see your reaction.” such a vague answer that it caused you to pick your head up with a quizzical look, “what are-“ and you stopped when spencer poked his head through the cracked doorway.

“hey y/n, i brought you…” you didn’t hear the rest of his sentence. eyes too focused on spencer’s face and the new wardrobe attire perched along his nose.

your heart beat fast in your ears and you could feel your body warm in temperature. it was like you were sent back in time to high school and spencer was the insanely smart, pretty student ripped right from your fantasies. you hoped you weren’t drooling at the sight.

“y/n? you alright?” spencer’s voice was much closer now and when you blinked he was directly in front of you with the back of his hand to your forehead and a frown on his face. derek’s chuckles filled the crowded space and you couldn’t even manage a side eye.

“you feel warm. you didn’t happen to catch anything from the last case, did you?” full concern with round puppy eyes shining behind black frames. your heart was the picture of a popsicle melting on a hot summer day.

you took a swallow, “not- not that i know of.” eyes honed onto a freckle placed to the left of spencer’s chin.

derek laughed again, “ease up on her, pretty boy.” he moved closer and stood behind spencer’s left shoulder, a smug expression painted on his chiseled face.

“i’m just checking if she’s physically well.” spencer’s voice got high from defending himself and his actions while glaring at derek.

derek then jerked his chin at your sheepish expression, “well it’s declining each second you’re in her space.” joking at the expense of your crush, but spencer took it the wrong way and pulled his arm back to his side. “sorry, right boundaries. should’ve asked first.”

you managed to bounce back when he started moving away, “no! no, it’s- derek’s just joking. i- i don’t mind you touching me.” and it took two, two seconds, for your mind to process your wording.

“oh this is a great morning.” derek howled then decided he’s seen enough, leaving both of you hot and pink cheeked.

squeezing your eyes shut you wished for the floor to swallow you hole and drag you away from this situation. “i’m- i’m sorry… about that. bit- bit scattered brained right now.” trying to play everything off.

“you- you sure you’re alright? i’m certain hotch will let you leave early.” spencer’s brows pinched in the middle turning his face into more of a pout. oh he has no idea the effect on you.

you smiled gentle at his worry, “i’m well, just been staring at potential cases too long, that’s all.” fingering at the edge of the manilla folder in your lap.

“also i like the new look,” circling a finger around your eyes to play charades with him than just mention the holy glasses. “they suit you nicely.” friendly but said with a hint of flirty.

spencer’s smiled widened and his cheeks turned from bubblegum pink to a rosie hue, oh how you wish to just cover him in thousands of kisses. “thanks. i ran out of contacts for the month so i’m stuck with these until then.” making it sound like an inconvenience, but oh how you were gonna suffering for a month of those handsome frames.

you turned your head away before you were caught staring for too long and saw a baby pink bag sitting beside your picture frames. you reached out to grab it then pulled it apart to see a sweet morning treat awaiting for your teeth to sink in. “did you bring this?” asking spencer since you then remember that he said something when arriving but you didn’t hear what.

spencer straightened up and happily beamed, “yeah! i was walking past that pastry shop you like and thought you’d enjoy something for all your hard work.” you both knew that was a straight lie since that pastry shop is an extra ten minutes out of either of yours work routes.

but you didn’t comment on it just looked spencer in the eye and said softly, “thank you, spence. you’re very sweet.” and with a sudden boldness you leaned forward to press a delicate kiss onto his right cheek.

pulling back you noticed spencer’s lips were slightly parted, he looked almost winded from the sudden action. you were gonna apologize if you over stepped but then jj entered her office with derek trailing behind.

“uh… hi.” she stopped two steps inside then saw the way you both fidgeted to appear normal. as if you were doing something you weren’t supposed… “hi, welcome.” “everything normal here.” you and spencer talked over each other.

“okay, not even gonna ask…” waving a folder about, “but i found a case and hotch approved so into the conference room for debriefing.” jj gave both of you a final stare then walked around derek to flee the scene.

“come on pretties, you can smooch later.” “derek!”

[mxrcusflint]

“You ever think about it?”

Bradley watches Coyote glowing with his new bride on the dance floor.

If he watches Hangman instead, pensive and sharp with old fashioned in hand, Academy ring glinting in the low light, he won’t be able to control what comes out of his mouth. Jake’s fingers are probably cold, the way they’d always get in a heavily air conditioned room.

“We would’ve killed each other, probably.”

“Yeah,” Jake agrees, “But what a way to go.”

[omgpourquoi]

It’s 2023 and I just wrote a new Nurseydex fic. Love this for me— posting soon! 😂🤭

[erinthesails]

the concept of mary and stede both being trans and stealing each other's names when stede ran away dropped into my head, fully formed, and now you can read it too

[erinsworld]

WIP WEDNESDAY

The next couple of WIPs on my To Finish list...

*expanded Riley and Jack's goodbye scene from 3x14, because there was something more Riley wanted to say.

“You remember everything I taught you, y’hear me?”

Riley nods her head. “Always…," she says, her voice breaking. "I will.”

“You listen to your instincts," he tells her, his drawl thick with emotion. "You trust your gut, but most of all… Most of all... You lead with this right here..."

Jack gently taps two fingers against her chest, right over her heart as he whispers quietly.

"You lead with your heart, sweetheart," he whispers thickly. He raises his hand and cups her cheek and Riley leans into his touch. "Because y’got a huge one, and it’ll never steer you wrong.”

"Jack..." His name is as far as she gets before her voice breaks on a sob.

"And you watch out for that brother of your’s, yeah? You know how he can find trouble in an empty paper bag."

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*and some future fic, retired Jack, domestic MacDalton.

Jack laughs. It’s a deep rumble that resonates up through Mac’s arms and vibrates throughout his entire body. His head is tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, the lines on his face crinkled deep as he continues to chuckle.

He is the most beautiful thing that Mac has ever seen, and Mac will gladly be the butt of as many jokes necessary if it means keeping that look on Jack’s face.

“I thought you were the brains of this operation,” Jack drawls, voice breathy from all his laughing. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

A smile curls his lips, soft and fond, and the amount of love shining in his eyes as Jack gazes at him leaves Mac breathless.

Once again Mac is left to wonder what he ever did to deserve this man in his life.

[myeaglestshirt]

in honor of ttpd i’d like to share this awful piece i wrote when i was 16. rip teenage me you would have been so annoying over taylor swift releasing an album called “the tortured poets department”

[resqectable]

I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.

Erin Van Vuren

[abesetacringe]

Toby sketch plus faves trio and Sally buying groceries

[erinsworld]

Found today's word in a couple Macgyver WIPs.

We got some bedside vigil Mac. And what exactly put Jack in medical... 🤷 Your guess is as good as mine, lol.

"I promised the staff that I would behave myself if they let me stay in here beyond hours, let me come and go as I please." Like they could have stopped me, Mac thinks to himself. He lowers his voice to a conspiratory whisper, sharing a secret that only the two of them would understand and enjoy.

"That didn't stop me from collecting some doo-hickeys and thingamabobs, as you would call them, which were just had lying around. Okay... alright, yeah, maybe they weren't exactly just lying around," he admits, as if he and Jack are having an actual two-sided conversation and Jack had quirked an eyebrow at him, calling him out, again, on his habit of peeking through the drawers and cabinets of every room they're in, pocketing random bits and bobbles that he finds interesting.

"But I promise, I made sure they were all items that weren't needed for anything. And all I need are just a couple of servos, some bits of wire and I have enough to build us a pair of battle bots. Yeah? What do you think? May even be able to trick them out with some lightsabers. Well... not actual lightsabers, of course, because they don't exist. They're really just electronic--"

Mac stops. He studies Jack's lax face, watches his chest rise and fall, counts his breaths; deep, even, finally his own with just a nasal cannula for assistance.

And a tag to 3.14. That's been sitting at 6k words in a folder since 2020. 😬

It’s not that the two of them are never apart, quite the contrary. They do have separate lives, separate friends, interests that they each pursue individually and vacations they have taken alone.

But by unsaid agreement they have always stayed in touch, a quick daily call or even a short text. The latter over the years turning into a game between them. Jack’s text messages consisting of nothing but elaborate groupings of emoji’s that Mac must then decode in order to know what exactly his partner is up to.

Maybe them keeping in touch is just because of the nature of the business they are in, or their military and agent training; old habits dying hard, that need to always know where the other is. Or maybe it is just them. Whatever the reason neither of them have ever questioned it nor changed their habits.

This week’s word is…

✨ HABIT ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[nymph-ette111]

What if Jeff, EJ, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and Ben (separately) found Y/N silently crying? Would they help or try to calm down Y/N?

That's it, sorry if I chose too many creepypastas ❤

I hope you have a great day/night!!

(I love your writing style aaaaah! Luv ya >< )

Sorry if I sounded cringe ;)

WARNINGS; JEFF BEING AN ASSHOLE LIKE USUAL/TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MENTIONS OF A DECAPITATED BODY

AUTHOR'S NOTE; NO ONE HERE IS CRINGE!! and I love you too <3 was giggling and kicking my feet writing masky and hoodie's part LOL

TOBY;

-the first thought that comes to his mind is that somebody caused this.

-may be a bit rough when asking what's wrong, because like I mentioned before, he just jumps into the conclusion that it's someone else's fault.

-Toby is a little... impulsive when it comes to solving his problems, always going the aggressive route.

-basically what I'm trying to say is that he is willing to chop up someone's body if they did something bad enough to make you cry.

-he will pry the information out of you, whether you want to or not.

-he doesn't realize that this makes things worse for you :( let's be realistic, imagine crying to your boyfriend because someone bothered you just for him to leave and come back covered in blood holding the head from said person's decapitated body.

-he'll even try to hug you, not caring if he is covered head to toe in blood, not caring if the smell was overwhelming your senses. he'll get upset if you refuse his "affection" and "comfort". sometimes Toby's thinking is... hard to understand.

-99% chance you're going to throw up from the sight alone. what I'm trying to say here is Toby's attempt at making you feel better is nowhere near what it's supposed to be.

-but if that wasn't the case and your crying was because of something else like an insecurity, just the overall stress of your day, basically anything that doesn't involve another person he'd be less aggressive.

-wouldn't really know what to say so he'd just go for physical affection and hope that it works.

-now this part depends on you since not everyone likes physical touch when upset. if you don't mind it then he's going to hold you until you feel better. if you don't he'd respect your wishes but he won't leave, even if you ask him to.

-would kiss away your tears one hundred percent.

-i'd give him about... 7/10 less if he brings back a corpse with him but the physical affection is nice :)

JEFFREY:

-love how your relationship is hanging on by a thread.

-it's surviving off of hopes and prayers bro.

-Jeff believes that he should be the only one who can make you upset in any way shape or form. I'd say he doesn't take the idea of someone else making you feel bad very lightly.

-not even in a "oh, someone made my partner upset! not on my watch!" he's just offended because it feels like someone took his place or something.

-yeah did I mention he's toxic as fuck.

-i honestly don't know how he'd react... contrary to popular belief I don't think he'd go out of his way to kill somebody because they made his partner upset like Toby would. in Toby's case it's out of pure love obsession and the need to please you. in Jeff's case he'd probably kill for his own benefit which I mentioned before, someone taking his place.

-fuck it he'd probably kill the person just to torment you, he enjoys that shit.

-however if it's your own feelings regardless of what it is, he'd pretend to not care.

-i think I somewhat implied it in my "stretch marks" post that he doesn't know how to handle his partner's emotions. insecurities or not, big chance he won't do anything, probably throw an insult or two just to make you feel pathetic.

-damn I don't think any fluff post with Jeff would work.

-how can this motherfucker even be nice.

-and if you're asking, no he would never break up with you. you boost his ego a little too much and he doesn't want to lose that.

-he doesn't want to admit it but he's attached to you to a certain degree.

-i'd give it... why are you even reading this it's an obvious 0/10

EYELESS JACK;

-im torn between making EJ the feral demon he is or making him more... human.

-i think I lean towards the more human side when writing for Jack but that might change in the future. expect all of my headcanons to change since I'm still trying to figure this out. even for his personality.

-i should make a poll for that... ANYWAYS

-regardless of the reason, he'd react pretty much the same way.

-he's so sweet and comforting it's actually insane :(

-he's naturally awkward but the voice, the way he weighs and genuinely considers his words before speaking, trying to find the best way to make you feel better can make anyone instantly fold I'm TELLING YOU.

-bro sounds smart and is smart just the way he talk to you is enough to make you move on from whatever had happened.

-intelligent men are so

-head scratches after he's done giving you his advice and point of view of the situation.

-my husband<3

-tries to get you out of your room after that, or just include you in whatever so you wouldn't think about it again. like offering to invite you to the infirmary, there's always an extra seat for you there :)

-i might be biased but 9/10

BEN;

-i've said this before and I'll say it again, does not know how to comfort people. especially ones he cares about.

-he just... stands at the doorway (or floats, whatever you like)

-if it was another person he laugh at them right away, but considering you're his partner he'd fight the urge for your sake.

-actually he might laugh a bit but if he notices that you're clearly serious about what upset you he'd drop it.

-would download a virus on the other person's devices.

-he thinks it's funny.

-he genuinely tries to make you feel better tho, just doesn't know how :(

-if you're insecure about something then he'd react similarly to my "stretch marks" post and try to convince you that whatever it is about you, it's beautiful.

-might come off as corny tho.

-either way... I'd give him a 5/10 maybe even 6/10 if bullying kids on roblox cheers you up.

MASKY;

-regardless of the reason, he'll ask what's wrong but secretly hopes you don't want to talk about it.

-he is a teen tiny bit awkward.

-kind of like Toby, he goes for physical affection and hopes it's enough to take your mind off of it somehow.

-but the hugs this man gives...

-might as well stay there forever.

-just imagine him holding you tight to his chest, one hand rubbing your back while the other plays with your hair. a cig hanging loosely from between his lips UGH

-can you tell I'm listening to lana del rey while writing this.

-again he might not offer much in terms of... actually saying something to comfort you but his hugs are enough and if they aren't then girl what the fuck is wrong with you.

-i need him.

-i give 8/10

HOODIE;

-another one who relies on the physical affection only because he's a selective mute.

-unless you know sign language.

-unlike masky, instead of a hug you're sitting on this man's lap.

-his mask up to the bridge of his nose, scruff facial hair grown from years of not taking proper care of himself rubbing against your flush cheeks, strong arms holding you tightly against him.

-i genuinely cannot continue writing this so I'm ending it here because another word of describing this man will have me tweaking out 9/10

[thoughtkick]

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

Erin Morgenstern

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

twenty four, birthday boy | s.r. x fem!reader

“you look very handsome, birthday boy.”

spencer leaned his head back to see you standing beside his desk with your hands behind your back. dressed in a lavender short-sleeved button up paired with a simple black maxi skirt and your simple flats, a subtle smile pairing as your accessory, you looked radiant this morning.

“thank- thank you.” unconscious hand reaching up to mess with the giant birthday cake hat derek forced onto his head. it felt kinda nice to be treated like a kid on his birthday for once.

your eyes went up at the action then back to his face, “got you a present.” taking a small sage green wrapped box with a baby blue ribbon attached from behind your back, giving a tiny shake to it. fingers curled gently to hold the mystery gift outstretched.

“i tried to remember if you mentioned owning it or wanting to. i kept a receipt in cause though.” smile waving just a bit, it made his heart stutter a beat.

“i’d keep it anyway, it was from you.” his own smile twitching from nerves. his statement caused your smile to widen, cheeks scrunching up your eyes. “open it, spence.” you were the only one who calls him that.

finally grabbing the box, his slim fingers brushed over your painted nails before you pulled your arms away, tucking them back behind your back. spencer took his time peeling away the plastic wrapping and shiny bow, wanting to preserve the gift in its entirety. next came a cardboard box and once that was gone it revealed a cartoon figure.

“oh no way!” it was a bobble head figure of the fourth doctor. it was still inside the packaging and spencer was debating if he should keep it inside or take it out and proudly display it. then he noticed the small folded paper taped at the top.

“it’s just a small note slash birthday card.” speaking up after spencer went silent too long. he looked back towards you, “wanted it to be personal.” shrugging off the kind words and action.

slowly peeling the tape from the packaging, spencer set the gift aside so his full attention would be on the words you wrote from your heart. licking his lips then flipping open the small paper he was met with your cursive-print handwriting, he’s been able to understand your scribbled words after the first case.

happy birthday dr. spencer walter reid. yes i know your middle name and yes i got it off garcia, i wont tell though. it’s been a wonderful few months since you’ve joined the department and i couldn’t ask for a better new friend. (don’t tell pen, but you might be my number one now) to many more years together as a family. -love y/n l/n <3

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a/n: @bringitonhomejohnb a wish has been granted

[mxrcusflint]

Jake knows how this goes. Bradley’s self destruction is going to backlash into him, but the man’s too stubborn, too familiar with resentment to let go. He’ll dig his claws in and Jake already feels the scars. So he extracts himself: untangles himself from the bedsheets and the way their legs always hit under the dinner table, starts clipping the ends of his emotional ties. Starts applying the antiseptic early.

[oct0bra1ns]

IMAGINE

ok but Yandere Loser x Idol darling

Yandere loser corners Idol! darling when they're outside gushing about how much they mean to him and how he has all of their merch, how he attends every since event and concert the hold and begging them to sign his forehead merch so that he can place it in his shrine.

And Idol! darling trying to keep their regal and elegant reputation and not completely punch the shit out of Yandere loser.

You smile at the man in front of you, leaning in to caress Erin's face, tipping it up to meet your eyes. You would have enjoyed the way his face flushed had it not been for the fact he stumbled upon you in the wrong place. "Oh, darling, of course I'd sign it for you, keep this meeting of ours a secret and I'll do more than just sign things for you." You murmured in his ear, giving him a wink before walking away. Erin had always prided himself on being able to control his desires, too bad his need for a certain idol reduced him to mutt for them.

[erinthesails]

Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 26,970

Fuck Stede. Fuck him and his stupid face. His stupid smiles. The way he keeps touching Ed’s shoulder, his arm, his wrist, so casually, so gently, like he doesn’t even notice. Fuck him for all the times and all the ways Ed has been so certain Stede feels the same way he does, and then bounced back the other direction, too fast for Ed to keep up.

The final installment of my episode 9 & 10 fix it fic is here! :) Thanks for reading everyone!

Start with Chapter 1

[erinsworld]

Snippet Saturday

Another few weeks and this WIP will be a year old. 😲😬 Written for last year's Rosie's Write along, prompts; back on the ranch & dumpster diving.

Mac snorts so hard at his childhood friend’s words he almost chokes on his beer. “Boz, that was—”

“Beautiful, man… pure gold. You speak truth my thespian friend,” Jack praises, dabbing at his eyes and clutching his chest, and Mac rolls his eyes at his best friend’s dramatics.

His best friend who is back home.

Back with their team. Back with their family.

“I was going to use a different word, big guy,” Mac retorts, one side of his mouth curling up.

Warmth spreads though his chest that has nothing to with the heat of the Los Angeles summer or the firepit that sits in front of him. He hasn’t stopped smiling ever since he walked out onto this very deck to a Hiya, Hoss. Miss me? coming from the shadows.

That was weeks ago, and Mac doesn’t think he’s blinked since, hasn’t let Jack out of his sight for fear of this all being a dream.

Mac knows that feeling is mutual. Jack has barely left their sight since his return. And on the rare occasion that he’s needed to separate from them, his return is marked by a gentle bump of a shoulder or the soft brush of his fingers against their arms.

Jack’s need for not only reassurance, but a physical reassurance tears at Mac’s heart every time.

Makes him wish he had fought harder, disobeyed orders, and found a way to be part of Jack’s strike team.

He’s grateful to Matty for altering their rotation to give them all time off, grateful to the other teams who have filled in to allow it. Grateful also for the time that Nick is able to take away from running the San Diego Crime Lab to spend the time with them also.