Next of Kin (Chapter One)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Spencer/ fem!Reader, pre season one, Gideon!Reader

Tags: None (If you wanna be tagged in the next one fill out my tag list form here!)

A/N: My first Spencer Reid fic! This is shamelessly inspired by @thyme-in-a-bubble​‘s fic Snowdrop! (You should totally go read that one first!)  I loved it so much I decided to write my own fic based off the Gideon!Daughter concept!  I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it! Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! 💜

This was not the first time you had seen him. Nor was it the second, or even the third. And at this point, you started to think maybe it wasn’t just a coincidence that he continued to pop up in your life. The first time, you had been at the library. You were there looking for a book that piqued your interest while taking inventory at your part time job at the bookstore down the street. As you scanned the shelves searching for the title, you rounded the corner and to your surprise slammed right into the slender, yet solid, mass of another person just on the other side of the aisle. 

“Oh, my apologies..” You didn’t look up as you spoke, instead deciding to fixate on the pair of black converse sat parallel to your own feet as you collected your frazzled thoughts.  “I was so focused, I wasn’t looking where I was going and-” 

“No, no you’re fine, it’s my fault for lingering so close to the corner..” His voice was soft, almost melodic in tone. “Are you okay? You took quite the hit there.” He quipped, slightly sarcastically as he let out a soft scoff-like chuckle. 

You nodded, finally glancing up and pulling your eyes away from the twists and turns of his laces, yet still avoiding eye-contact. “I’m fine.. Thanks. Excuse me.” 

As you move to walk past him, that’s when your eyes fail you. Just before your shoulders brush, in that split second, your eyes make contact with the most mesmerizing chocolate brown orbs you’d ever seen. He was staring back at you, his eyes emanating concern while his expression was pulled into a tight-lipped smile. You gave a polite nod as you made your way further down the aisle and refocused on your objective, continuing your search. That was the first time you saw him. 

“Dad, it's been six months.. I’m not saying you need to rush it, but... Don’t you think it’s time to get back out there?” You smiled softly as you heard the hard sigh on the other end of the phone. 

“They don’t want me back out on the field yet. Besides, I’m perfectly content here at the academy giving lectures instead. Plus I have plenty of downtime to spend bird watching.” There was sincerity in his tone, sure. But that wasn’t the whole truth. You knew he missed being out there in the field. Helping catch the bad guys, saving the victims. That was who Jason Gideon was. It had been six months and three days since the accident that put him out of work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Six months and three days since the bomb that killed six of your dad’s agents; which resulted in him taking medical leave, staying out of the field, and only being consulted by the team when they needed an extra opinion. He hadn’t talked much about the team since that day. You knew at least two agents remained from his former team— one of whom you had met before, years ago. Aaron Hotchner. Most of the team called him Hotch for short. From what you could gather of the limited information your dad gave you these days, it seemed that they had put Hotch in an interim unit chief position while your dad recovered. Beyond that, you didn’t know much about the BAU anymore.  

“If you say so, dad. Sure, it’s nice to be able to have you over for dinner more. I’m just saying, you’ve been with the BAU for over 30 years. It’s a part of you at this point. You can only stay away so long before it starts to eat at you.” His silence on the other end, proved he knew you were right. “Just promise you’ll think about it? Consider talking to the director soon?” He hummed in agreement before responding. 

“I’ll think about it. Now I gotta go. I have a lecture in the morning, and I’m going to be telling them about my experience with the footpath killer.” You chuckled to yourself. 

“Cause that one never gets old...” Your tone dripped with sarcasm. “I’ll talk to you later, dad. I love you.” Even though you couldn’t see each other, you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“I love you too honey. Talk to you again soon. We’ll do dinner together this weekend at your apartment.” 

“Only if you’re cooking! Bye dad.” You said with a grin before ending the call.

The second time, you were on your way to work when you decided you might as well get some coffee to get you through the eight hour shift ahead of you. The jingle of the bell rang in your ears as you swung the door open and that's when you saw him, standing at the counter, fidgeting with his hands as the barista took his order. You froze in your tracks as you watched him finish his transaction, completing his order and smiling softly at the barista as he handed her his card. You glanced down at your watch and realized that you were already behind schedule as it was, and any potential (and inevitably awkward) social interaction would just delay you even further. So with that, before he could turn around, you spun on your heels and walked right back out the door, settling your mind on the mediocre breakroom coffee that awaited you at the shop. That was the second time you had seen him.  

The third encounter, you had just finished ordering at your favorite Thai restaurant, thankful they were still open after your long closing shift at the bookstore. Exhausted and hungry, you were ready to get your food and get home. You smiled at the waiter as she took your menu and moved to the next table. But that smile quickly dropped as the man at the table behind you spoke his order. 

“I think I’ll have the same thing she’s having. Yeah, thank you so much.” You glanced behind you, to see those same brown eyes meeting yours, gleaming in recognition and smiling softly back at you. A low chuckle emitted from your chest as he gave you a small wave and you fully turned to look at him. He acknowledged you. There was no backing out of this one. You might as well embrace it.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t library boy! Ya know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were following me.” 

His mouth fell open as he looked at you. “Following you? No, I‐ You know, statistically it’s pretty common to run into the same person more than once, especially if you live in the same city, more common than you’d think actually, and given the population size of this city the probability of us running into each other is roughly 1 in‐”

“Relax Einstein, I was just joking.” You let out another chuckle as you watched his face relax. “I’m y/n. What do they call you, brainiac?”

“I’m Do‐… Spencer. You can call me Spencer.”

Nodding in acknowledgement, you smiled just as your food was placed in front of you already boxed up, bagged and ready to go. You stood from where you were sitting and gathered your food. “Well it’s nice to formally meet you Spencer. I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other.” You pulled out cash to leave a tip on the table before moving to pay at the counter on your way out the door. That was the last time you saw him. Until today.

Hello!

Well, well, well, I got the email this morning that this blog is FIVE years old today!! Thanks to those of you who stuck around, I know I kinda abandoned it after a while. Life kinda got in the way and my inspiration to write dropped off big time, but I’m back! With a new theme so that this blog is less fandom specific so as my hyperfixations change, my content can too without me reworking my entire blog every time! Previously I was a Kingsman blog, and while Kingsman will always have a special place in my heart, it no longer gives me story inspiration... But, the good news is I come back with a new fandom and new story ideas to bring to you guys! As always my requests are gonna stay open, but on top of requests I have a series I’m gonna be working that I’m excited to share with you, especially if you’re also part of the Criminal Minds fandom! So, if you’re new: welcome. If you’ve been here the whole time: thank you for your continued support and welcome back! I’m so excited to brush off the dust on this blog and get back to writing! 

literally anything involving merlin having to babysit his drunk/high s.o., because that shit is hysterical. could also be smutty if you wanted, or even angsty? like the concept is a verifiable grab bag. you do you booboo, whatever you feel.

((I'm so sorry for this being super late! I got caught up with finals and school! But I'm done for the semester, so I'm finally able to crank out these requests!! I hope you like it!))3:20 am.You stumble up to the front door as your taxi speeds away. You're full of hiccups and giggles. Tonight had been the office holiday party, and you had one too many shots of Jack Daniels. Merlin, your boyfriend, had declined the invitation you persistently offered. He had too much paperwork to do to go out drinking. "Baaaaaabyyyyy" You called as you swung the door open, clinging to the doorknob to hold yourself up.  You had the biggest grin on your face, and the moment Merlin turned to meet your eyes from his spot on the couch, he knew you were well beyond intoxicated. He sets his papers aside and rushes to you, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist for support. "How much did you have?" He questions, walking you to the couch. "I dunno.. A c-" You paused for a hiccup. "A couple?." You grinned up at him. He rolled his eyes as he gathered his papers into a neat pile and set them on the coffee table so that you had space to lay down on the couch. As he laid you down, he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over you. "Stay there." He commands, moving to the kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water. As he comes back in he rushes to you, slamming the glass down on the table. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!" He grabs your hands, taking his stack of papers from your hands. "You know you cant go through my work stuff. Its completely confidential. I can get in big trouble if any of this gets out."You giggle and look up at him and his panicked state. "Oh pleeease. Who am I gonna tell?" You mutter."That's not the point."He puts his papers into a briefcase and moves it across the room, laying you back down as you whine in protest. "Hey baaaabe?" You mumble under your breath, making a face. "Can you carry me to the bathroom?" He nods, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom in the bedroom the two of you share, setting you down beside the toilet, as he perches himself behind you on the side of the tub, holding your hair back.After nearly three hours of puking and several unnecessarily emotional conversations, you rest your head on Merlin's knee, and as you slowly start to drift to sleep, he slowly lifts you into his arms and carries you to bed, slipping off the business casual outfit you still had on from work, ignoring your giggles and jokes about him having to undress you to get you into bed. You were passed out before he finished sliding your pjs on, so once he was done, he went to shut down the house, change into his own pjs and slide in bed beside you, pulling you close and holding you. Before he got into bed, he set a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol on your nightstand. You were in for one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Fics Should Start Tomorrow

To @iponddiipingdormouse and the anon that sent in a request, I promise I'll get those out soon. I completely forgot to start working on them, but I have a free day tomorrow, so I should be working on them then. @iponddiipingdormouse its gonna take me a bit longer to get yours out because I need some help from my friend with the character on character, but i promise i won't forget about you! Haha thanks for being patient guys!!

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So! I went ahead and opened requests for prompts and headcannons, so you can go ahead and send those in! I'm open to writing anything, however, if you request something like smut, please know that it will take a little longer than others, because I've never written smut before, and might need some help! Sooo Yeah! Send them in!

Panic! At Your Disco

Word Count: 424

Warnings: None!

Tags: @whirlybirbs

A/N: My first ever x Reader fic!! Woah!! I actually don’t hate this one! This was really fun! I may do more!

It had been a long day. The mission you had been assigned had gone smoothly at first, but when you got caught snooping for the information you needed, suddenly it was obvious you weren’t leaving there without a fight.

Walking in the door of your flat, you tossed your keys in the bowl and sighed, shrugging your coat off. You got out, luckily with only a few scratches. You laid your glasses down on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch. “Merlin? You home?” You called out to the boyfriend you shared the flat with. After not getting a response, you figured he was still at the office. That man was always working on something. Whether it was finishing up mission reports, or assisting the other agents through their missions.

After the day you had, you needed to let loose, and have a little fun. Grabbing your phone, you scrolled through your playlists until you settled on one you were happy with.  As the first few notes of Death of A Bachelor played you hopped off the couch and were immediately dancing. Swaying your hips and singing along, you smiled. This was exactly what you needed. Your playlist cycled through several songs from different bands like Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, and Evanescence. Performing your own mini concert in your living room, you grinned, having the most fun you had had in months!

In the midst of your extremely dramatic performance of The Killers’ Mr. Brightside, you hadn’t noticed the door opening and your boyfriend quietly wander in and lean against the doorframe, watching you. As you spun around, you jumped, pausing your music and blushing profusely.

“How long have you been there?” You asked, completely embarrassed with yourself.

He chuckled softly. “Not long. But..” He grinned and walked over to the coffee table, switching your glasses off.

You groaned and facepalmed. How had you forgotten to switch off your glasses feed?

“That was quite an entertaining show I got as I was finishing up at the office.” His grin grew wider as the blush on your face deepened. He moved to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’ve never seen that side of you. It was adorable. Maybe I’ll have to pay attention to your feed more often.”

You hugged him back gently and let out a soft giggle, “Yeah, well you were never meant to see it in the first place. You shouldn’t snoop, Hamish. It’s rude.”

All The Kingsman Couldn’t Put Humpty Together Again (Part 1?)

Word Count: 807

Warnings: Original Character

Tags: @whirlybirbs

A/N: I’m not super proud of this, but we’ll see how it does! So, for context, this takes place after The Golden Circle, and I’m assuming Harry becomes the new Arthur, and THAT SCENE (with the mine) just didn’t happen in my mind (mainly cause I’m still in denial) Also, Eggsy didn’t get married, and Tilde is out of the picture. Annnnd, yeah, that catches you up on what’s going on in my brain! Enjoy! If you like it, let me know and I’ll continue it! I have so many more ideas written down, but I’m just gonna leave this one here!

It had been 4 months since Diana Boyd had been recruited into Kingsman as the new Agent Gawain. And it had been a little over a year and a half since she moved to London, from her hometown in North Carolina. All throughout her training, and even now, as a Kingsman, Diana felt extremely out of place. Being the introvert that she was, there weren’t many agents she associated with, but the ones she had, she had formed a special bond with. Her two best friends being the two agents closest in age to her, Agent Lancelot and Agent Galahad. Or, as Diana knew them, Roxy and Eggsy. Roxy had been the one to recruit Diana. She had taken an interest in her when reviewing her files. A 18 year old who graduated high school at 17 with a high school diploma and a two year college degree. Top of her class, extremely gifted, and moved to London to find her place in the world. All of this intrigued Roxy enough to put her faith into Diana and choose her as a recruit. Now 19, Diana was now Roxy’s colleague, in a position she never could have imagined herself in when she had first moved to London. An American girl was a spy in a British secret service!

She’d never forget the day she was recruited. The day she shook hands with Arthur, the man she now knew as Harry, as he welcomed her to Kingsman as the new Agent Gawain, was the day her life changed. Roxy had introduced her to Eggsy, a man roughly 5 years older than her. His first words to her were “Diana? Like the Princess?” It wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before, but the cheekiness in his tone was new, which caught her off guard. Since then, Eggsy had taken a liking to referring to Diana as Princess Di, or sometimes just Princess. He thoroughly enjoyed the soft giggles that usually followed. Immediately the three had become best friends. They hung out on and off the job, and Diana loved it! She had never had friends she enjoyed as much as Eggsy and Roxy. They were there for each other through everything. They even had their own group chat together!

One night, Diana had woken up screaming after a nightmare. She had gone on a mission, and no one made it. One by one she watched as Harry, then Roxy, and then Eggsy die, and as the gun pointed at her face was fired, she woke up. In a panic, she immediately texted the group chat.

Diana: “Can’t sleep” 3:15am

Roxy: “What happened?” 3:16am

Diana: “Nightmare. Currently shaking and crying over a stupid dream.” 3:18am

Before she knew it, there was a knock on Diana’s door. She grabbed her gun from under her pillow and slowly made her way downstairs, looking through the peephole before sighing in relief and opening the door. “What are you doing here Eggsy?” She ask him before closing the door behind him as he made his way into her living room. He looked at her and even in the dark room, she could see that damn cheeky smirk. “I came to comfort you, isn't that what best friends do? You said you had a pretty bad nightmare and couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged and chuckled. “So here I am to help you sleep Princess.”

Diana rolled her eyes and started back up the stairs. “You could have texted me letting me know you were coming, ya know.” She mumbled. Eggsy just let out a chuckle as he followed her to her room and watched as she sat on the bed. “So how’re we gonna do this, luv?” Before he could finish his question, Diana had pulled back the covers beside her and patted the empty space. “You’re gonna sit here, and we’re gonna turn on a movie and I’m going to sleep.” She said as he slowly slid into bed next to her while she turned on a movie and laid her head on his shoulder. “And don’t try any funny business Eggsy Unwin. I sleep with a gun under my pillow and I’m not afraid to use it.”

After a couple hours, the credits started to roll and Eggsy looked beside him where Diana was snoring softly on his arm. He adjusted his position so he was laying next to her with her head on his chest and he rubbed her back as she slept. He looked down at her and smiled. This was the most peaceful he had ever seen Diana. As he closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but ask himself why he was here, why had he come over, why was he cuddling her just so she could get a few hours of sleep?

Was Eggsy in love with Diana?

Hello!

Welcome to my blog! I created this blog with the intention to get back into fanfiction after 6 years of hiatus! So, I can’t guarantee my stuff will be good, but I’m gonna try my best! I’m gonna upload my first fic in chunks, just because I want to see how it goes over with everyone before I upload more! So I hope you enjoy! 

Also, side note, I owe absolutely everything to @whirlybirbs because her writing is what inspired my to get back into all this in the first place! So if you don’t know who she is, PLEASE go check her out! She’s super duper talented and writes way better than I ever could!