#agent stone x reader

[lazypanartist]

Having some more Stobotnik + child thoughts. Thanks, fandom!!

Also how should I tag this stuff? X child reader feels a bit wrong, but is technically correct? I've seen x platonic. Idk. Currently tagging with x child reader & simply "Stobotnik child", so follow that for more thoughts ig. Anyways.

Robotnik *can* cook, but he's a busy man. And Stone likes having you in the kitchen as a helper + taste tester.

Very experimental; even tho Ivo's very particular, he wants you to have a broad pallet.

Sometimes, Robotnik bakes. Pastries, even, because it's about precision. And he likes showing off. Also likes having you taste test, even if it's just for his ego. (And maybe he likes knowing he can make you happy idk)

Stone would 100% be a house husband if he wasn't contracted as a personal assistant. Man is 100% DEVOTED to Robotnik, and you by proxy. He doesn't mind cleaning, cooking, taking care of y'all, as long as he can stay close.

Meanwhile, Robotnik would be a house husband just so he could stay in the garage and invent. IF he wasn't already so devoted to fieldwork.

Neither is great with bedtime stories, but they both try. Stone wants you to have a normal-ish childhood, and Robotnik wants what's best for you. They review anything before they buy it, so it ends up being, like

Stone - "This one looks cute! Talking animals, life lessons."

Robotnik, flipping through it - "Childhood language development comes from hearing a wide, complex vocabulary. This is.. quite lacking."

Stone - "It says 'for beginner readers."

Robotnik - "Fine. We'll need something more complex just to read to them."

They can spend legit HOURS looking for something they both approve of. Not because anything's inappropriate, or because they disagree.

Robotnik's taking those parenting books and mommy blogs to HEART when it comes to your education.

Stone is there to ensure everything is still fun.

All I have for now. If y'all have requests lmk!!

[enaelyork]

Pls pls pls pls. I really love Stobotnik, but i neeeed Robotnik X reader or Agent Stone x reader fanfic. Send me yours, make me dream. I need it.

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part five {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 16.2k

* 1 night ago *

Stone was so busy getting the cafe ready for the next day that he hadn't even noticed his phone ringing for minutes. The phone hung up after a few rings and then voicemail kicked in. That's what caught Stone's attention.

His phone automatically started playing the voicemail left by the caller.

"Agent Stone. This is Commander Walters. I want to inform you about a few issues. Come to the address I left you tomorrow night."

When the voicemail ended, Stone had a confused expression on his face. Why was Walters calling him? Was it about to the botniks he had taken back? But there was no way he could know that he was behind this. The only way to find out what it was all about was to go to that address tomorrow night.

Stone was very formally prepared that evening; a classy suit that he hadn't worn in a long time. He had all sorts of scenarios in mind, but he managed to put them all aside in a professional manner.

After looking in all the rooms, he finally found Y/N. She was sitting in the living room, seemingly absorbed in the book in her hands while stroking Sylvester's fur on her lap.

Stone cleared his throat slightly as he entered the room so as not to scare her. Y/N looked up from her book and looked at Stone with hidden surprise, who looked so classy and attractive. She didn't remember seeing this suit before. It must be new or for a special occasion.

"Uh, can I take your car?" asked Stone without waiting any longer.

"For what?" Y/N asked in response, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she asked the question.

"I have a meeting out of town. I don't wanna be late." he explained shortly.

Y/N was curious but didn't think much of it. It was obvious that it was a special occasion. "Okay... It's inside the bowl on the coat rack."

"Thanks! I'll tell you the details when I'm back." he said and took the car keys from where they were.

Y/N shrugged. "You don't have to."

However, Stone felt otherwise and decided to tell her about the meeting when he returned. After putting on his shoes and coat, he was ready to walk out the door.

"Uh, one more thing, please don't open the door to anyone."

Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm not a child."

Stone's expression was as serious as his voice. He had to take every precaution he could to make sure his mind wasn't left behind. "I'm not joking. I'm serious." he explained.

Y/N realized that he was genuinely worried about her safety. Again. But she made a joke of it to show that he had nothing to worry about. "Okay, mom!"

"Ha-ha! Too funny!" he said with a fake laugh. There was no need to worry unnecessarily, Y/N could take care of herself just fine. He let out a loud, deep breath. "Anyways, take care!"

"Drive safe! I don't want even a little scratch on my car." Y/N warned. Deep down they both felt that her car wasn't the reason for this warning.

"Roger." he said, and he saluted and closed the door behind him, a faint smile on his face.

When he arrived at the mentioned address, there were still 30 minutes left until the meeting time. This place reminded him of where he used to work. It had the same gloom.

The moment he entered GUN's new but temporary control center, several agents around him looked at him and started whispering things to each other. He hadn't been in this kind of environment much since he left to work with Doctor Robotnik. He passed through security and entered the meeting room where another agent directed him. Commander Walters was sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

"Here you are, Agent Stone!" he said and showed him a place to sit with one hand.

"Good evening, sir." Stone said formally and sat down in the seat indicated to him.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, sir."

"Oh, well. You must be wondering why I called you here."

"Yes, sir."

Walters leaned his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together, and began to speak. "You know, Robotnik has been gone a while... And I couldn't turn a blind eye to let a skilled agent like you mourn that maniac's death and ruin your life."

He opened his hands and raised them as if to show the place. "As you may have noticed, this is a new organization with old roots. So, in short, an agent like you could be very useful to us."

Stone waited silently for him to finish before speaking. He had no intention of going back to being a field agent or joining GUN. Also, unlike Walters or the rest of the world, he didn't think Robotnik was dead. He didn't want to think about it or accept it.

However, he decided to put all that aside and come up with an excuse that would work.

"First of all, thank you, sir. But I have no plans to devote my life to being an agent again."

"Why not?" Walters asked.

"Because... There's someone I've been living with for a while. I can't risk her." he explained. What he said had to sound as convincing as possible. And besides, it couldn’t be considered a lie, he couldn’t risk Y/N’s safety by going back to being an agent.

Just as Stone wanted, Walters believed he was in a serious relationship. After all, after working for Robotnik for a long time, it wasn't surprising that he chose to build a normal life for himself. Considering this, he decided to give him some time.

"Well... But I suggest you think about it for a while. Don't make a decision right away."

"Understood, sir." said Stone. He rose from his chair and gave Walters a formal salute before leaving the meeting room.

It was nearly midnight when he left the building. After getting in the car and driving away, he decided to pull over and rest for a while before reaching the highway. It wouldn't be good for him to drive when he was tired, sleepy, and had millions of thoughts in his head.

Picking up his phone, he thought about texting Y/N, but decided not. She must've been asleep long ago. Leaning the seat back, he laid down and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before falling asleep as usual, the inside of the car smelled like Y/N. Her perfume and her own scent... To be honest, he hadn't realized before that he was familiar with this scent from his own home. While his mind was filled with complicated thoughts on every subject, he fell asleep after a few breathing exercises.

Y/N had eaten alone that evening and made her own coffee. Why did she feel weird even though she had been following this routine for almost her entire life? This feeling increased after her cat fell asleep. She must've quickly gotten used to having Stone around. She had really gotten used to them eating dinner together and Stone making coffee for her every night. She was used to feeling the presence of someone other than herself and her cat in the house.

She was about to grab her phone and text him, but changed her mind at the last minute. "Whatever... He said he would tell me what happened when he got back. Even if he didn't, it wouldn't be any of my business. Right?" she said to herself. But it was obvious that she was curious, she just didn't want to accept it.

She threw her phone aside and turned on a movie to distract herself, falling asleep in front of the TV while watching it.

After a few hours of napping, Stone felt much better. He started the car and drove off, turning on the radio to keep himself company. If he drove non-stop, he could get home by sunrise.

Along the way, he weighed what Walters had said in his mind. There were pros and cons to both options. If he accepted, would Robotnik think he had betrayed him when he returned? Or would he be okay with it? Even after all these years, it was almost impossible to answer this with certainty.

After the hours and the road passed quickly, he arrived in Green Hills at sunrise, just as he planned. After parking the car, he went home to change and get something to eat.

When he entered the house, he found Y/N asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He turned off the TV, covered her with a blanket and quietly went to the bedroom. He found Sylvester standing on top of the headboard, trying to reach something behind it.

"Hi there, buddy!" Stone said in a low voice. "What are you doing there?"

Sylvester ignored him and continued his work. Stone picked him up and looked at the mysterious object behind the headboard. It was the cord from the lampshade on the side table. He laughed quietly to himself and petted the cat.

"Come on, you must be hungry."

He went to the kitchen with the cat in his arms, prepared his food and water and waited for him to eat for a while. As he watched the cat, his eyes were about to close from lack of sleep. So he decided to get up and make some coffee and changed his clothes while it was getting ready.

When he returned to the kitchen, his coffee was ready. He felt more refreshed after finishing his double shot of espresso. As he started to prepare breakfast for himself and Y/N, Sylvester was pacing around at his feet, trying to scratch him. Now he was agreeing with Y/N, it was quite a chore to do something with a cat at his feet.

"So you're back." Y/N said in a sleepy tone. Her whole body ached from her sleeping position. She tried to relax her neck by tilting it left and right a few times. But she scrunched up her face in pain.

Stone had suddenly turned around with the knife in his hand. "You have to stop doing that." he said, looking at the exhausted Y/N.

"Doing what?"

"Appearing silently behind me. I'm an agent trained to kill, I guess you're forgetting that."

"Huh, so I'm not even safe around you?"

"You know very well that's not what I meant..."

"Just messing around. Relax.." she said with a chuckle. "So, need some help?"

"Thanks, but I'm handling it. Take a seat, you look exhausted."

"I fell asleep while watching TV on the couch. My whole body is stiff." she said as she tried to stretch a little more.

"I see." he just said. He was sure a good massage would help. Should he offer to do so? He shook his head, dispelling the thought.

"By the way, thanks again for the car. I left the keys where I got them." Stone said while they were eating breakfast.

Y/N shook her head slightly as she tried to finish the bite in her mouth. Her face was scrunched up again from the pain. "No problem." she managed to say after she finished her bite.

Stone couldn't stand her situation anymore and asked after taking a sip of his coffee. "Um... Don't take it the wrong way, but... it looks like you need a massage. And... I can give you a massage if you want..."

You could tell by his tone that he was nervous. And he was nervous. He just wanted to help.

Y/N looked at him as if a superhero had come to save her from the edge of a cliff. "You know what... I'd love to. Thank you."

Smiling slightly, Stone nodded and stood up, taking his position behind Y/N's chair. So why were those hands that could kill someone without even blinking, trembling now?

Without thinking much about it, he placed his hands on Y/N's shoulders and started massaging them slowly and gently.

Y/N felt nervous, but also starting to relax. She closed her eyes and let herself be held in Stone's capable hands.

"I was in a meeting with Commander Walters last night." he began. He was trying to keep the fact that he was touching her as far from his mind as possible.

"Who's that?"

"My old boss. While I was in the Military Force. I can say that I met with the Doctor, thanks to him. And..."

Y/N let out a quiet moan of relief, sending his thoughts flying around. "Ugh! Don't worry, keep goin'." Y/N said quickly.

"And he wants me to take part in the new unit they've established. He said he ' couldn't turn a blind eye ' to ruining my life." he said. Even the quotation marks in the sentence were obvious from his tone of voice.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"Honestly... At first I used you as an excuse and said I hadn't thought about it. But he's extremely persistent."

"Does he know who I am?" Y/N asked in surprise.

"Oh, no. Uhm... I kept up the lie I told your friends, just in case he wouldn't insist any further." he replied. Why was it so difficult to talk to her in this state?

"Oh, okay..." said Y/N. She was relieved, both ways.

"But lastly, he gave me a week to think about it. I don't know if I'm ready to get back involved with those jerks. It's been a long time... I'll probably decline."

"Do you want my opinion?" Y/N asked, tilting her head towards him. Stone paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "I think you should accept it. It would be beneficial for both the flow of information and money. After all, the cafe's expenses are higher than its income. And you need money to make new badniks..."

Both of them had a major distraction factor, but despite this, both of them managed to focus on the conversation. Almost…

"You are right." Stone agreed thoughtfully.

"I'm always right. It's kind of genetic." she said with a grin. Stone was grinning too, fully aware that it was genetic.

After the massage, which didn't last long, they both chose to act like it had never happened. It was better that way. After all, they didn't have feelings for each other. Right?

Stone had gotten ready and gone to work. Brayden had opened the cafe before him and started cleaning.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning." replied Stone. He touched Brayden’s shoulder lightly with one hand. For some reason, he felt less nervous today.

"You seem to be in a good mood. I think Ms. Y/N is on her way here." he guessed. He knew there was some attraction between them.

"Get back to work, Brayden!"

Even though it was only noon, the sky was starting to get cloudy and it was about to rain. Y/N was on her way to the cafe to return the comics and books she had borrowed from Brayden.

She no longer spent the whole day inside the house like she used to, and this was good for her. She had the opportunity to meet new people -Brayden and Crazy Carl- and Sonic. Stone had no idea she had met Sonic, of course. And Sonic seemed like a funny little brat to her. She knew he had played a role in her father's death, and that Stone hated him... But it couldn't hurt him if he didn't know, right?

When she arrived at the cafe, only Brayden was behind the counter. "Hey, Brayden! What's up?"

"Y/N! I'm counting the minutes for break." Brayden replied with exasperation.

"I brought your book and comics." she said, placing them on the counter and pushing them towards him. "Thanks."

Brayden placed the books somewhere under the counter. "As usual?"

"Yeah." she agreed. She looked around. "I haven't seen Stone."

"He hasn't come out of the back since he got here. He was on the phone and said he didn't want to be disturbed."

"Hmm..."

Y/N could more or less guess what the subject of that phone call was and who it was with. While she was lost in thought, Brayden had her coffee ready.

"Oh, thanks." she said, pulling her coffee in front of her. Brayden stopped her as she pulled out her wallet to pay.

"I can't take payment from you, boss's orders."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, take this." Y/N insisted.

"I can't."

"Yes, he can't. It's on the house. Don't worry." Stone came to them.

"Why?"

"Because you don't have to pay for anything when you're with me. Including this place."

Y/N opened her mouth to say something sarcastic when Stone cut her off. "Keep your sarcastic words to yourself, please. Like I said, you don't have to pay for anything when you're with me or here. You can pay if you're not. Did I make myself clear?" he whispered. He leaned over the counter slightly, speaking in a voice only she could hear.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Apparently it would go on like this until Stone accepted that Robotnik was dead and let her go. But Y/N secretly liked it. "Alright."

At the time, Stone had to attend to another customer, but they both had grins on their faces that they didn’t show to each other as they left the counter.

Stone had spoken to Walters that day. He had accepted the position at GUN on the condition that he keep his job at the cafe. He would use it as a cover so that, as far as Walters knew, his relationship wouldn't be damaged. According to Walters, Stone had changed a lot since Robotnik and had gotten into a relationship and changed his priorities. Although he had thought that they had lost Stone a while ago because of Robotnik's crazy ideas and plans, he had approved all of this without any problems because of the positive change he had seen in him.

Of course, Stone and Y/N were the only ones who knew what was really going on. Or... were they?

{New chapter is finally here! I've been struggling with my personal life and didn't get time for writing. Thank you for your patience! 🤍 Hope you like it! Part six will come as soon as I write!}

[starieelagoon]

One of the best Sonic movies🫢

[starg1rl-1nterlude]

“When your close to me”

Platonic Shadow x Reader

You watch your cousin and grandfather Robotnik and Gerald happily walk off together in bliss about their plan

That just left you, Stone, and the weird ass emo hedgehog to sit in the crab and wait. Disappointed was an understatement of what you were feeling. You always wanted to go on some type of heist but your uncle never let you.

“Let’s go make guac!” Stone says while floating down into the crab. You slightly follow.

“Revenge guac.” the odd hedgehog says. You sorta found that funny and snickered a little bit. He turned to look at you in disgust.

You all make it down to the crab and Stone starts on the guac while you and “Shadow” (you found out his name) watch the weird love triangle movie. Shadow makes some really snarky remarks on the movie following “Shes not a prize to be one” and “She should kill them both”. You just giggle in response

You also notice that you guys look closet than you seem. Your legs propped up on the head of the couch while you lay upside down. Shadow sits right next to you. I wonder how his fur feels You think pondering if you should touch it and see for yourself. You did.

“What.” Shadow exclaims

“Nothing :). Just wanted to see how it would feel hehe”

Shadow looks at you with one eyebrow up (🤨) “Don’t do that again unless you want to be slaughtered.” The evil hedgehog says. “Oh no!” you say sarcastically “Im terribly afraid!” and you start to giggle.

You remind shadow of her. Very similar and decendents of Gerald. He starts to smile thinking of the memory and the resemblance.

You notice.

“Woah are you smiling! I thought you were like an edgelord.” You say with a cheery grin

He snickers and smirks at your remark. You both turn back to watch. Maybe this day in the crab wouldn’t be that bad.

< Comments, Likes, Reblogs, and Messages are appreciated > Star 2025

[inlovewithfairies]

I'm trying to raise funds for an adventure*, anyone want to commision a fic?

I promise in the last 3 years my writing got way better.

* I do have a day job but bruh our economy is baaaaad these days

[stobotnikworld]

BIG REVEAL Gift art - After All, He Deserves It - A Tickle Kink Fic

So incase you were not aware, I am in the middle of writing this fanfic right here:

Title: After All, He Deserves It - A Tickle Kink fic Pairings: Stobotnik Link: AO3

I was very kindly gifted a fanart, and it is currently in the making.

Earlier on today, I promised you that when I got home at 23:30 I would show you the sketch done so far for the above fanfic.

So here it is!

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I also ran three polls on Twitter with hints as to what it would be. It was hilarious how many people just wanted to see Robotnik getting shirtless with Stone doing the lap scene and kissing.

There's been so much better fanart in the fandom that I'm amazed people even want to see that at all, hype for the new film or not?

I mean.. literally the whole point of fanart and fanfiction is to improve what's been in / going to be in the films by leaps and bounds, so... :/ by the time you get to the third film, you'll be disappointed by how bad the exact same takes are compared to people's fanart?

Kind of ruins it. But anyway.

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As some people voted Do not spoil it for meee! I will post a link to the picture, rather than an image immediately down below, so that you can choose whether to view it or not.

The due date for the complete fanart is Wednesday Sep 25th, so not that long to go!!

Please remember - this is just a very, very rough sketch for poses / body shape etc, and the actual fanart this individual does is extremely high quality with gorgeous colouring, so be excited!

It is going to be as sexy as hell!

THE BIG REVEAL SKETCH LINK

[dreaminginmysoup]

All I'm saying is that Agent Stone is Starline’s skinsona

[thirtysomethingloser92]

So apparently there’s people out there that are asking for this.

No one is obligated.

I’ll still be doing my writing and when I get out of my mental health funk Im do my requests.

The fact that there are people who follow me who believe that my work is good enough to for them to want to *tip* me is actually crazy to me because I’m so self-conscious of what I write.

Just letting you guys know how much I love, adore and appreciate every single follower.

Especially the ones who message me and get all Gambit crazy with me 😆😆

[lazypanartist]

Stobotnik + reader who just got their wisdom teeth out because I'm suffering.

Please help, my face hurts 🥲

Can be read as romantic, platonic, or familial. Because there aren't any indicators attached to the relationships.

Stone is 100% nurturing dude™, don't @ me.

While Robotnik probably has a list of necessities in priority order, Stone knows how to put everything into action.

Ice on 20 mins, off 10 mins, feed you whenever you're hungry + willing to work around the pain.

I'm currently living off split pea soup. Robotnik's just happy is you're eating something high with protein, because it helps promote healing.

Has a long ass list of potential foods, as well as a timeline of when you can eat what. Like, soft foods ONLY the first few days, nothing with small chunks, then working your way up.

Also has a timer for when you can take your pain meds

Stone is more on the comfort-nurturing side, while Robotnik is focused on optimizing healing

If you say anything while loopy, they'll either ignore it, or question you if it sounds important

Both will be mildly disgusted if you ask to have your teeth returned. May ask "why" once, then drop it because - do they *really* want to know?

I imagine that Stone will set out some nice comfy outfits for the next few days - stuff with big enough necks so you don't bump your face, or things that zip or button

Fluffy bathrobe. Necessity, ngl

Robotnik makes sure you have someplace you can sleep propped up, even if it's just the couch + a pillow nest

Idk man. I'm gonna look at more fanart now. Send reqs if you want.

[enaelyork]

Thx you for requests guys. It’s time for me to work ! But before…. I havé so many wip in work and i need i to choose priorities

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part four {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 14k

Agent Stone was putting his plans into action one by one without being noticed. First, he successfully made others take Doctor Robotnik's control gloves out from where they were kept, and reach his own hand. After about a month, he became the owner of the cafe with the idea given by Y/N. He had no remorse for what he did to the staff or Karen, they all deserved what they got. Especially Karen.

The only person left with Stone was a scatterbrained guy, named Brayden. While Stone was busy implementing his plans on the other side of the cafe, he needed someone to run other errands in the cafe during the day, and Brayden was quite suitable for the job.

Yes, he was getting more tired than before, but he wasn't going to stop until everything was complete. Also, he had some peace of mind because he was able to ensure Y/N's safety along with all of this.

When he got home from work, he did almost nothing except rest and play with Sylvester. Y/N was helping Stone out with the chores until all this restoration chaos passed. In fact, she was used to being in a different place and hanging out at the house all the time. It was good for her to stay away from school, her students, her friends and their problems. She found more time to spare and get to know herself. And Stone of course... They didn't chat much in the evenings or in the mornings when she was awake. But still, everything was fine.

For she eased the load on him, Stone would make her a different coffee almost every evening that he thought she might like, thus silently expressing his gratitude.

It was another one of those evenings, while Y/N was checking her emails on her phone, Stone was busy making her that evening's coffee special.

"Stone?!" Y/N called out as she whirled around in her chair towards Stone. But her eyes were still on the phone screen.

"Yes?" he replied. Unlike Y/N's tone, his was quite calm.

"Did you hack my email?! And send a resignation mail to the school?! Without asking me?!"

He could feel Y/N getting angrier with every question she asked, and that was something he could tell from her tone of voice.

"Uh... Actually I didn't hack your email. You should change your password to a stronger one."

"Answer my questions!"

"Yes, yes, I did... And I sent an email on your behalf. I know I should've ask you first but I forgot in all my busyness. Sorry." he said as he placed the coffee cup in front of Y/N. His eyes were fixed on hers.

Y/N asked before tearing her eyes away from his and turning to her coffee. Her voice was more exasperated than angry. "Why?"

"'Cause you're not going back there soon."

"You don't need to remind me this every single time." she said and rolled her eyes. "And by the way, my password is creative."

"Replacing some letters with numbers isn't that creative."

"It is." she said, putting an end to her argument with him. "Ugh! I wish I could at least inform my friends about this situation."

She took another sip of her coffee and continued grumbling. "It's been a month! I'm sure they're freak out with curiosity by now. What's your suggestion about this, Mr. Genius?"

Stone came forward in the chair he was leaning on. "Call them." he said pushing her phone towards her which was sitting on the table. "Here. You can tell them you're on vacation."

"Uh-huh, and they start questioning immediately." she replied sarcastically. Then she took a deep breath. "It doesn't work."

"You can figure it out right now." he said, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and hesitantly picked up the phone. She put the phone on speaker while calling them.

"Girl, why haven't you called or texted us for weeks? What's going on?" they said as soon as they answered the phone.

"Uh... Nothing. I'm just went on vacation. That's all."

"Cut the bullshit! You wouldn't go on vacations, even if we forced you to. Besides, we learned that you resigned from your job! What's wrong, Y/N? Are you in trouble? You can tell us, you know that." they said.

They sounded worried and didn't believe what she was saying.

"Guys, I'm really on vacation. I'm not even in New York. And I'm fine, I swear." she tried to reassure them. It was true that she wasn't in New York, but she wasn't sure if it was a vacation for her or not.

"Where are you exactly? One of us will get there."

"Uh..." she paused for a few seconds. She was trying to make up a lie. Just then, Stone came to help her and spoke into the phone.

"She's with me and safe."

"Who the hell are you?" they all said at the same time.

"I'm... her boyfriend ." said Stone. One corner of his lip turned upward for a moment.

Y/N blinked in surprise and suddenly looked at him. "What the fuck?" she said quietly, only moving her lips.

In response, Stone put on a sheepish expression and shrugged silently. He leaned back and took a big sip of his coffee. It was a lie he told for a moment to save the situation. Actually, if he thought about it a little, it wouldn't be bad at all if it happened. But he wasn't ready to think about it yet.

"What?!? How?! Y/N? Is he telling the truth?" they asked in astonishment.

"Uh, yeah... This actually happened months ago, I was just waiting to make sure this whole thing was sorted out…" she lied. She didn't like lying to her friends. While her threatening gaze was still on Stone, she brought the thumb of her free hand towards her own throat and dragged it as if to say 'I'm gonna kill you '.

"Wow, girl! Congrats! Everyone is shocked right now. So, where are you two? In LA or...?"

"We're…" Y/N started the sentence. It was as if she looked around to find a lie somewhere.

"World tour." whispered Stone.

"on a world tour actually. We both resigned from our jobs to spend more time together." Y/N continued. She let out a quiet but deep breath.

"Aww, that's so sweet."

"Yeah..." she agreed. She stood up from where she was sitting as she turned off the speaker of the phone and put it to her ear. She was pacing back and forth around the table.

"What's his name by the way? Is he good looking?" one of them asked.

"His name is Aban. And -"

Another interrupted Y/N. "Is he hot?"

Y/N stopped pacing and looked Stone up and down. "I think he is..." she answered the question with a hidden smirk on her face.

At that moment, Stone was looking at Y/N with his eyes wide in surprise. Because he had no idea how she learned his name. He hadn't paid much attention to what was said after hearing his name from Y/N's mouth.

Moments later, Y/N let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as she hung up the phone and sat back in the chair. Stone was still looking at her with questioning eyes as she finished her almost cold coffee in one big gulp.

"What?"

"How do you know my name?" asked Stone. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Lucky guess." she said with a wink.

Although Stone was a little impressed by her attitude, he was insistent on learning the truth. "You know I'm not an idiot, Y/N." he said, raising one eyebrow.

"I know." Y/N agreed. She was trying hard not to laugh at that moment. She enjoyed pushing Stone to his limits.

"I can wait all night."

"You can't. You have to go to work in the morning."

Stone leaned back, still staring at her. "You're just like your father." he said. He knew Y/N didn't like being compared to her father and used this card to make her give up. Plus they really looked alike...

Y/N reacted as if she had been insulted. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and leaned towards him. "Take it back!"

Stone shook his head. He was starting to enjoy this situation.

 

Y/N, on the other hand, gave up after remaining in the same position for a while longer. She pulled back and looked at the ceiling, and then her gaze found him again. "Ugh! Okay! I saw your ID. I can't give you any more details, sorry."

"See? It's not that hard." said Stone, with a certain triumphant grin on his face. He could be satisfied with the information he received.

"Now, you tell me, WHAT WAS THAT THING YOU SAID TO MY FRIENDS?!" she snapped.

"You needed a lie to make them stop questioning you. So I helped. You're welcome."

"You could've found another lie..."

"Believe me, none of them would be as effective." he said. "And you can think of it as a vacation rather than being held captive."

Y/N turned her gaze forward and sighed deeply. Stone was right, she would be here for an unknown amount of time, and it would be best for her to think of it as a vacation and relax.

"At least, I wanna go out." she muttered to herself, but Stone heard her. He didn't want to restrict her freedom and put her in a difficult situation. He felt like he had crossed the line between ensuring her safety and captivity.

"How about coming to the cafe tomorrow?" he came up with an idea. "I'd like you to see the final look."

"I haven't even seen it in its first look." Y/N chimed in. "Okay. I'll come."

"Great!"

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her cat licking her face. While she was petting him and playing with him, her cat was trying to lick and bite her at every opportunity. She lowered him onto the bed from above herself and stood up. It was her turn to sleep in the bedroom. She took her clothes out of the closet, left them on the bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her cat.

There was no sound from Stone, he must've been asleep. She filled her cat's food and water bowls, taking care not to make too much noise. Hearing the sound of food spilling, Sylvester immediately ran into the kitchen. He was snuggling against Y/N's legs as a thank you, an action that always brought a smile to Y/N's face.

After taking a quick shower and leaving, she felt wide awake. She got dressed in the bathroom but didn't dry her hair. She left the bathroom with the towel in her hair and went towards the bedroom. She paused for a while at the doorstep when she encountered a sight she never expected.

"I almost thought you were sleeping in a suit." Y/N said, voicing her thoughts out loud.

With a sudden reflex, Stone put back the pajama top he was about to take off. He was startled and surprised, but hid it with great skill and turned towards her.

 

"Even though they are comfortable, I can't say they are the best for sleep." he replied humorously.

Y/N just laughed lightly. Then, without stopping for long, she turned around and left the room. "Hurry up!" she called as she made her way down the corridor.

Stone understood the reason for her haste. She hadn't been out in weeks and he was kind of responsible for that.

After quickly getting dressed, he walked over to Y/N. At that time, Y/N was bending down on the ground, kissing and admonishing her cat. "Be good boy until mommy get back, okay my sweet baby?"

On the other hand, Sylvester escaped from her hands at the first opportunity and left her with an indifferent attitude.

When they walked out the door of the building, Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh air. "I miss this."

Stone watched her silently for a while, and this image brought Doctor Robotnik to his mind. He would spend weeks without leaving the laboratory, without seeing sunlight, without breathing fresh air. When he finally went out, he would breathe in the air with great longing.

"This way." he said then showed her the way. "Not so far."

Y/N followed him silently. When they arrived near the cafe, Stone saw Sonic and Sheriff Wachowski from afar. He stopped and pointed to Y/N in their direction. "These two caused the doctor to disappear." he said with hidden anger in his voice.

Y/N stood and watched the strange duo in the distance for a moment. "He looks cute." she said, referring to Sonic.

"He's married." Stone immediately informed her, thinking she meant Tom. He glanced sideways at her as jealousy and confusion began to insidiously course through his veins.

Even though Y/N didn't see that look, she sensed his mood. She chuckled quietly. "I meant the hedgehog." she felt the need to correct herself.

While these words soothed Stone's jealousy, he wasn't happy that she thought Sonic was cute. But he didn't think much about it, because he had something else to worry about: why he was jealous of her...

It was early in the morning and a weekend so there weren't many people around. When they got inside, Y/N looked around, it was a simple but elegant place. From what she knew, the place reflected Stone. It felt warm, friendly and comfortable.

"This place is really nice." Y/N said as she looked around. "It doesn't feel like other cafes, it has a cozy feel. Like a home."

Upon this last sentence, Stone paused what he was about to do and turned his head towards her. "Thanks." he said with a smile on his face. "Wait till you see the other side of this place."

While Y/N looked at him with curious eyes, Stone did a few actions on the smartwatch on his wrist. Then the entire cafe began to change, quickly turning into a secret base.

"Wow…" Y/N reacted, not hiding her surprise. "I must admit, it's better than I expected."

Before the smile on Stone's face disappeared, Y/N's words added a new one. He wasn't used to compliments and being appreciated this much.

"It's not quite finished yet, actually... But I'm glad you like it."

Y/N studied the few robots and technologies around for a while. At first she had difficulty believing that all of these were her father's work, but when she saw them with her own eyes, she had a hard time hiding her admiration.

Had to give Stone his due, even though he didn't understand the mechanics as much as Robotnik, he was pretty good at the technology part. He added a lot of himself to the process of transforming the cafe into a secret base. He also didn't have all the robots yet, he had to somehow get them back from the government or add new ones himself. The second part was harder than the first part.

"So what's your next plan? There's no schedule left to follow." Y/N asked. She finished looking around and started examining Stone.

Y/N's question brought Stone out of his thoughts. "Um... I don't know yet. As you can see, most robots are missing. I have to make that up somehow." explained Stone.

"Maybe you could give yourself some time off." she made a suggestion.

"Maybe..." Stone simply repeated.

{New chapter is here!!! Thanks for your patience! I hope you like it! Part five will definitely come btw!}

[kosem-sultan167]

Daddy's daughters. New

Chapter 7

A four month later

The girls boycotted their father. Lizzie was calm and cool with her father. Dora snapped and ignored him. Adele was constantly crying and looking at her mother's photo. Sophie called her father "doctor" every other time. They were rude to Trisha every time. Adele asked the sisters a question. 

-What would you say to your mom if she were in front of you? 

-Hi, Mom,- Lizzie said. 

-Hi, Mom,-Dora said, but more angrily. 

-I would have waited for her to say- Sophie's answer. 

-And I would hug her, I miss her so much,- Adele replied and started crying again.

Adele's wish was heard. Sophie had a graduation party. By the way, Robotnik broke up with Tricia. She didn't like it, she got upset and told him that he had given up on himself because of the desires of his girls. Stone supported him as much as he could. Despite the hatred, Sophie still invited him to the prom. Ivo tried to apologize to the girls, but they just looked at him in disbelief. Sophie put on her mother's prom dress and did her hair like hers. Now the girl was standing in front of the mirror and putting on lipstick. She was depressed. Things didn't go well with John, they broke up. Suddenly, a notification came to the phone from an unknown number. Sophie frowned, logged into the chat, and her heart skipped a beat. The video was sent by her mom. Her interest overcame her resentment of her mother and she turned on the video. 

-Hi, Sophie- Y/N said,-I understand that you resent me for leaving you and your sisters, but... I want to tell you something. My sweet Sophie. I congratulate you on your release from school,-Y/N giggled, -and I'm sorry that I can't come to you now. But I'll see you soon, baby. I love you, your sisters and Dad. You can always text me at this number. See you later, daughter. 

That's the end of the video. Sophie felt tears in her eyes. But her mood lifted. Mom's coming soon, and now she's definitely not going to let Dad ruin everything. 

-I love you too, Mom,- she whispered in a voice message and went to get ready.

P. S I know it's late, but if anyone wants to get into the tags, then write! There will be several more chapters.

[sergeantsketchy]

I'm doing IMAGINES / ONESHOTS!! I ALLOW: {NSFW, fluff, angst, LGBTQ(mxm fxf ect.} I DO NOT ALLOW: {Underage shipping, r@pe, pro shipping, SUPER SUPER specific requests, things like that-} HERE'S MY LIST!<33

TF2 (teamfortess2)

Sonic movie (1 & 2)

Legends of oz

A Series Of unfortunate events (Only Netflix show)

Strange magic

Avatar (1 & 2)

Puss in boots (All movies)

Undertale (Most AU's)

Slashers (I might not know some of them sorry :( )

The Stanley Parable

Welcome Home (Website lost puppet show ARG)

And thats all! Please please be incouraged to ask for me to do anything!

[hoe4hotchner]

the team meeting aaron's lawyer!wife who's personality is similar to his + she's the best in her field

Langston & Bell | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Lawyer wife!reader | WC: 1.2k | CW: Not really anything except for a little law jargon and mentions of a case the BAU is working on.

A/N: My brain hurts from looking up law terminology, and I'm not even sure if I used all the words correctly

The glass doors of Langston & Bell opened as Hotch led the rest of his team inside. The air felt heavy—as they entered—from the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint lemony aroma.

The firm itself was one of the most prestigious ones in all of Virginia, and its reputation suited it. Everything about the space was designed to impress—shining marble floors in the lobby, towering bookshelves filled with thick leather-bound volumes of law books and journals, and abstract art that screamed of a space aimed to do business with rich and pretentious people.

Emily glanced around, clearly trying to process how they’d ended up here. “Langston & Bell?” she muttered under her breath. “Isn’t this place out of our league?”

“They’re not dealing with criminal justice,” Spencer pointed out. “They specialize in corporate litigation and high-profile estate law. The firm is known for taking on cases that require absolute discretion.” Emily tried her best not to roll her eyes at Spencer's outburst of knowledge but failed.

Hotch didn’t respond, he kept his pace steady as he approached the front desk. His usual stone-faced demeanor was on full display, his features—although set not completely in a frown—were unreadable. He seemed unbothered by the hushed stares they received from the staff as they had entered with their badges held out in front of them.

The receptionist, a young woman with a straight posture and a sharp smile, greeted them. “Good afternoon. How may I assist you?”

Hotch stepped forward, his voice even. “We’re with the FBI. We’re looking for the attorney who handled the probate case for Samuel Larkin.”

The receptionist’s fingers danced quickly over her keyboard, her expression unchanged. “That would be Attorney Hotchner.”

Dead silence.

Emily blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say Hotchner?”

“Yes,” the receptionist replied, unfazed, almost on the brink of annoyance. “Would you like me to see if she’s available?”

“She,” Morgan echoed, his brows furrowing a little as his gaze flipped from the receptionist to Hotch.

Before anyone could recover from their shock, the sound of sharp heal clicks echoed through the lobby.

“Aaron,” came a clear voice from behind. “If this is your idea of surprising me, I’ll admit it’s more creative than flowers. But I have a deposition in thirty minutes.”

The team turned as one, their collective gazes landing on the woman who had just entered the room. You were dressed in a tailored navy suit that emphasized your poised demeanor. Your expression was both curious and faintly amused as your eyes locked on Hotch.

“Counselor,” he greeted smoothly, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that the team rarely heard.

“Counselor?” Rossi asked, a slow grin forming as his gaze flicked between you and Hotch.

Your lips quirked up in a small smile as you approached, your heels clicking against the marble with each step. “I assume this is your team?”

“It is,” Hotch confirmed.

You turned your attention to the group, giving them a brief once-over with an expression that wasn’t unkind but clearly measured. “Well, where are my manners? I’m Y/N Hotchner, senior litigation partner here at Langston & Bell. And yes, I can see the wheels turning in all your heads.”

Morgan crossed his arms, already grinning. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of questions right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Feel free to ask them, Agent Morgan. I’ve been cross-examined by some of the sharpest minds in the country—I’m sure I can handle you.”

JJ stepped forward, clearly trying to keep her surprise in check. “Wait, you’re married?”

You tilted your head toward Hotch, your expression softening just a fraction. “You didn’t tell them?”

“It never came up,” Hotch replied with a shrug, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes didn’t escape you.

You shook your head, exhaling a soft laugh. “Aaron’s great at compartmentalizing, isn’t he? Well, to officially answer your question—yes, I’m his wife. And judging by your expressions, this is news to you.”

“Big news,” Emily muttered, still processing.

Hotch cleared his throat, subtly redirecting the conversation. “We need access to the probate records for Samuel Larkin. Anything that might help us build our case.”

Your demeanor shifted instantly, professionalism overtaking the playful edge. “Aaron, you know I can’t just hand over client information without a court order.”

“We’re only asking for publicly available records,” he clarified.

You studied him for a moment, a silent exchange passing between you. Then you turned to your assistant, who stood nearby. “Jane, pull the Larkin docket and bring me all publicly filed documents. Annotate them if you have time, and leave them on my desk before your shift ends.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane replied, already moving toward the elevator.

“You always find a way around the rules,” Hotch said, his voice was low but carrying a note of fondness.

“And you love that about me,” you shot back with a wink, your eyes glinting with mischief.

Morgan leaned closer to Emily, his voice just loud enough for her to hear. “I don’t know what’s more surprising—the fact that he’s married, the fact that she's a lawyer, or the fact that she might be scarier than him.”

Although Jane hadn't gone through the records yet, she sent you a digital copy as soon as she had found them. You walked the team through them with ease. Every legal term you used was calculated, giving away as little about your client as you could, while still helping your husband and his team. You made sure to translate every dense legal jargon into actionable insights every time you saw one of their faces pull an expression.

“Here,” you said, pointing to a transaction on the financial statement. “These wire transfers are from an offshore account linked to Larkin. It’s not evidence of criminal activity, but it raises enough red flags to warrant further investigation.” If Larkin found out you had helped the feds, you could be in big trouble, you thought as you revealed the account.

Spencer leaned in, his eyes lighting up with understanding. “If we trace the accounts, we might uncover a connection to our unsub.”

“Precisely,” you replied, offering him a small nod of approval.

By the time the team wrapped up, they had everything they needed to move forward. As they gathered their materials, you leaned against the edge of the table, folding your arms as you looked at Hotch.

“Dinner at seven?” you asked, your voice softer, the edge of professionalism giving way to something more personal.

“Seven,” he confirmed, his tone lighter than usual.

You smiled, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Try not to scare anyone off before then, okay?”

“No promises,” he replied, his lips twitching upward in the faintest of smiles.

As the team exited the building, Morgan shook his head in disbelief. “She is definitely scarier than Hotch”

Emily grinned. “I think I like her better.”

“I like her too,” Rossi added with a chuckle.

Hotch walked ahead, the faint smile still playing on his lips, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. The team had seen enough to know he’d married his perfect match—an equal who could still challenge him enough to keep him on his toes.

[easy-there-leftovers]

A Question Unasked

Written with season 1 Spencer in mind

Summary: In which your ambitious, workaholic nature makes Spencer wonder if you've got a crush on Hotch. This slight hitch in his plan causes him to miss a few signs.

[A/N]: Can be seen as a filler from Spencer's perspective of certain scenarios from "Mixed Messages" and a prequel to "As Cool As I Think I Am", but can also just be a standalone

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! (mentored by Hotch!) reader | cw: slight spoilers for s1e04, allusion to inappropriate workplace dynamics (it's not true, relax lol), slight description of canon-typical violence, mildly inaccurate timeframe | word count: 4k

Spencer looks up from his endless stacks of files on his desk to look at the girl on the other side of his desk. Only a single carpeted walkway really separating them.

He could easily just get up and walk right to her. Ask the burning question that's been on his mind since the Arizona case, but he can't.

Why is that?

He's been your friend for a while, and he's known you for a while longer.

With his eidetic memory, he remembers so clearly when you first started working together. He remembers your starched blazer and pressed blouse, a stark contrast to his swimming-in-sweaters look, and how that alone let anyone know that you were serious about uniform and protocol.

You were, without a shadow of a doubt, one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, and a fresh graduate just like him.

You were smart, beautiful, and started working at the BAU as early as he did.

And because you were new and young, one of the senior agents had been assigned to supervise your progress. So much like how he was mentored by Gideon, you had been mentored by the unit chief himself; Aaron Hotchner.

He'd like to think that he learned a lot from Gideon. He wasn't the type to hold his hand throughout a case, which he is thankful for, but he had been there to encourage him to think more outside the box. To let his mind be more flexible and creative. To see things from every conceivable angle. Leaving no stone unturned.

He supposed you learned a lot from Hotch as well. With your calm exterior, polite demeanor, and calculating mind that occasionally colored your less polite vocabulary-- He didn't know what Aaron must've been like in his junior years, but he supposed that having you as his colleague was essentially the same experience.

What he does know, however, is how close you are to your boss. Or is it your work?

Either way, you being glued to your work almost always meant that you were glued to him by proxy. You two being the first ones in and the last ones out showed that you spent three-percent more of your time with each other than the rest of the team, and two-percent more than with him.

Granted that had changed as of late, but still!

That didn't leave him a lot of time to ask you if---

"Dr. Reid, if you keep staring at me, I don't think you'll be able to finish your action reports on time." You had said without lifting your eyes from your folder.

Having been caught, he cleared his throat with a small 'sorry,' and directed his head back down to his still endless stack of files. The action earning a couple of chuckles from the bullpen where the rest of your colleagues had certainly seen, or at least heard, the exchange.

Not long after however, he saw Hotch from the corner of his eye lean over the railing outside his office. Calling for you both to meet him inside with his usual stern expression.

Spencer noticed how you got up, eyes still zeroed in on one of your files, and continued on your way up and into the unit chief's open door.

A clear sign that you had been invited there often enough that you didn't need to see where you were going.

You expected it.

He sighs and makes his way into the office as well. Dreading what the meeting could even be for, though he's confident he hasn't done anything wrong.

***

"As you might have noticed in our previous cases, I've paired you two to work on the more analytical aspects of it together. With these changes, we've been able to work twice as fast, and we’re thankful for the help."

Whatever Spencer had been expecting, it was not this. His raised eyebrows evidently agreed with him.

It wasn't everyday that Hotch complimented someone like this, much less in the proper environment. And if your respectful posture, but shining eyes in slight pride were anything to go off of, this was something new for you too.

As he was about to voice his thoughts, you had spoken up.

"Sir, Dr. Reid's knowledge in a wide array of subjects has certainly helped with our investigations. Though I'm afraid I haven't done much aside from ensuring it's accuracy and-"

"No! I mean--," He looked to see you already looking at him in slight confusion before continuing.

"She's been a huge help so far and has allowed me to exchange ideas with her to build a more accurate profile. Not to mention that her ability to mediate between departments has been beneficial to gaining access to pertinent information! So I think she's done plenty for the investigations as well." His voice dwindles as he realizes he's rambling on praises and he suddenly feels warm under the scrutiny of both his boss and his colleague.

He just didn't want anyone thinking you weren't doing anything by being humble. Especially since you're both so young.

Thankfully, it's Hotch who speaks up again after a beat.

"So what I'm hearing is that you're both satisfied with this arrangement?"

You both nod carefully and he smiles a small smile at that.

"Then we'll be carrying on with this pairing into the foreseeable future. Should there be any concerns about this arrangement, see to it that it goes through me. We can't afford to lose either of you." He says it with a finality that prompts both Spencer and you to leave with a nod, but the thought is instantly corrected when he speaks again.

"Oh and agent?" He looks only at you, but Spencer looks back as well out of instinct. "A private word, if you please."

Spencer sees you nod without a second thought and he takes it as his cue to hurriedly leave.

***

It hasn't been that long, Spencer argues with himself, since he left the unit chief's office. The blinds aren't drawn, he would know since he'd been looking at them periodically, so he also knows that nothing untoward is happening.

Yet something is bothering him about it.

From his position on his desk, he can see you and Hotch discussing something on his table very seriously, but he also sees how your eyes rarely leave the face of your superior. He can't quite see your expression due to the distance and the light, but he has this sinking feeling that it's a lot like the one from earlier.

He scoffs at the thought. If he wasn't thinking so rationally, he would've thought-

"Does she like Hotch?"

"Who likes Hotch?"

The new voice makes him whip his head back so fast to see Morgan with a confused face. Upon further examination, he sees him holding something that was definitely supposed to be flicked at him if he hadn't been caught so off guard.

He internally debates to voice his opinion, but he does anyway.

"Do you think that she likes Hotch?" He gestures with his eyes to their supervisor's office.

"You're asking me if I think 'little miss perfect' has a crush on a man that's hitched?" Derek echoes back with the use of your nickname. One that he coined as a playful jab at your no-frills behavior.

Spencer cringes when he hears it back though. He didn't ask this to get you in trouble, but it might come across that way now.

"Who has a crush on married man?" Elle joins in, and he only shrinks into his seat more.

"I'm not asking if she has a crush on him! I just want to know if she might like him and--what it is that she likes about him..."

The two exchange looks before looking back at him. Fully knowing that that's not the reason why he's asking, but they humor him anyway.

"Reid, what makes you think she likes him and not literally anyone else?"

"Well. there's her preference for prolonged eye-contact, a common indicator of interest for one. Her being in constant proximity to him, a sign that shows comfort in certain contexts, and then there's the amount of time they spend together."

The last one might be a bit of a reach, considering how you all work in the same area, but at this point he just wanted someone to tell him that he was either absolutely right, or crazy.

"Kid, that's crazy."

Duly noted.

"I'll say.” Elle chuckles out her response. “I haven't thought about it all, but those signs don't really mean anything. It just sounds like she has a habit of looking at whoever's talking to her." She notes, sharing her experience of being on the receiving end of your rather intense gaze.

His other friend adds onto that.

"And the whole closeness thing? You've seen her, she's like a computer with the way she works. She's a workaholic. And Hotch is another. It's just math, Reid."

Spencer furrows his eyes at the man's statement but before he can ask further, he sees you coming out of the office and staring at the small crowd that has now formed at his desk.

"Is something going on here?" You ask with tense brows. Eyes flickering to and fro.

He couldn't really think of something on the spot, but thankfully Derek had one at the ready. "Was just caught trying add my stack on to pretty boy's plate."

He sees you let out a small 'hm,' and you eventually turn your back to them to reach your desk.

He sighs in relief as he feels a firm pat on his back from Morgan.

"Next time, try looking at what she does when you're the one talking." He says before leaving to go to his own desk as well.

Spencer doesn't know what good that would do, especially now that he's worried one of his colleagues have caught wind of him liking you, but he at least takes note of it.

--------

He does not, in fact, take note of it until very later.

The team had been called to San Diego to deal with someone they had been calling, "The Tommy Killer." An unsub that had a preference for gluing his victims' eyes open.

As they were reviewing the scene in the jet, they had noticed a few stanzas of a literary work had been left behind at the scene.

"It's a ballad from the late 1600s. A Dialogue Betwixt Death and a Lady." Spencer had mentioned from where he stood.

"A 17th Century ballad?" Morgan had asked him incredulously from his seat, but it’s you who answers.

"One where a woman tries to bribe Death with all that she has in exchange for a little more time to live. Naturally, he doesn't allow it. Claiming that she was undeserving of an exception that even kings were denied of."

Spencer looks up from his own copy to see you still looking at your own from beside Hotch. With your brows furrowing in thought, he almost sees the actual gears in your brain turning.

"So what, are we looking at a literature professor of some kind?" Elle asks which immediately perks him right up.

"Well, actually anyone with access to the internet today. You should see what comes up when you type in the word, "Death" into a search engine." He laughed absentmindedly.

"Reid, no wonder you can't get a date."

Morgan's words made him frown, but he brushes it off.

Hotch, as previously discussed, then called on for the both of you to look deeper into the messages. To see if there was anything new that could be inferred.

He nods at him, and looks up. Expecting you to still be looking at Hotch as well.

Instead, your eyes meet his, but you quickly look back onto your file.

Reid thinks it's just a coincidence.

***

"Creepy, huh?" JJ had asked you two as she approached where transcripts of the written messages were tacked onto a board.

Spencer had been focusing so hard that he was caught off gaurd by her sudden appearance. Fully expecting the area to just be for you and him so he told her what first came to mind.

"Actually, conversations between Death and his victims was a fairly popular literary and artistic theme throughout the Renaissance."

Though perhaps the delivery wasn't as as good as he thought it was as JJ only stared back at him with an unreadable expression.

He thought it was interesting, really, but he supposed his slight stutter and breathy laugh at the end must have distracted her from his point.

He turned to look at you for help, but you too had been focusing on the messages and wouldn't be available to do that. So he just agreed with JJ’s sentiment, which seemed to be enough for her to leave.

He sighed out in relief.

"The lady never answers. Have you noticed it yet, Dr. Reid?" You turn to him as you ask.

He immediately refocuses on to the case and tries his best to reply after his prior blunder. "Oh uh-- Right, the dialogue in the ballad seems to be fractured. Well, it's more of a monologue than a dialogue seeing that there is no exchange of information."

A small smile graces your lips at that, and you gesture with a nod to go report your findings.

"So it is. Let's get going."

He follows you to where Hotch and Elle were discussing the sexual aspect of the crime and sees you take your place next to your mentor. The same position you were in when he was blowing out his birthday candles, as he also inserts himself into the discussion.

"Sir, we believe what the unsub has written at the scenes are most of the first three verses of the same ballad." You deliver, prompting your mentor to raise his brow at that.

"Most of?"

"Yeah, it's only one side of the conversation." Spencer adds. "There's no betwixt." He takes pride in your shared effort, which makes itself known by the smile that adorns his face.

Unfortunately, his satisfaction, isn't met with a positive reaction either as he sees Elle desperately trying not to make eye-contact, and your supervisor staring at him very pointedly.

He's thankful though at the little chuckle that you quickly try to hide behind a cough and a cover of your mouth to appear more professional. Quickly looking down at the ground.

He's happy that at least someone thought his joke was well-placed.

He continues to explain your theory about how the Lady in the narrative never answers, and that's enough for both Hotch and Elle to at least think about it.

Their attention is quickly stolen away however at an incoming call about a failed attempt nearby the precinct.

Quickly excusing themselves to get onto the scene as soon as possible, you see them call Gideon on their way out. Watching them as they leave the department doors.

But Spencer keeps his eyes on you as the thought just dawns on him.

You were the first one on the team to laugh at his jokes.

***

The more cases he works for the BAU, the more he realizes how much of his work isn't theoretical anymore. He feels it in the weariness in his eyes, the weight on his chest, and the shake of his hands.

Or maybe the shake is from the cold.

After all, he had dressed for the warm, California air. So now that he was in the cool, air-conditioned jet, he was seriously regretting not packing a sweater, at the very least.

He makes his way to the back of the aircraft after another successful investigation, and that's where sees you.

You had opted to shed your typically structured blazer on the seat beside you, leaving you in a softer blouse, both in color and form, that made everyone around you know that you were officially off duty.

It's a nice look on you, he thinks. A slight departure from your usually stern and hardened exterior. He wouldn't mind seeing a more relaxed version of you every once in a while.

A version of you that looked more your age and not constantly under the pressure of doing well.

He momentarily wonders if that's part of your mentor's influence as well.

He freezes a bit, as if catching himself in some depraved daydream, and takes a few steps back to return to the more vacant areas of the craft.

Before he can get any further though, you see him and beckon for him to come over with a tired wave of your hand.

"How's the flight treating you, Dr. Reid?" You ask, drowsiness lacing your tone as he sits on the seat opposite of you.

"Oh, it's the same as always, I guess. A little colder than usual, but that's to be expected. By the way, we’re actually lucky that we haven't experienced some semblance of turbulence yet on our flights, considering that the likelihood of it has increased by seventeen-percent in the last decade."

You laugh at that. "You really know just what to say, huh?"

He doesn't see it as funny as you do, so it seems. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or--" "There's no need to apologize, sir. I find everything you have to say interesting, whether you mean it to or not."

He stays silent at that, suddenly nervous, and tries to make himself comfortable. He does so in the hopes that he can finally steel himself to ask you that question.

He talked to Elle earlier when they were waiting for the unsub's call. Asked her if she thought it was weird that he knew what he knew, and if it had anything to do with his inability to get a date. She had reasoned with him that it was because he didn't ask, but it couldn't be that simple, could it?

He mulls it over in his head before sighing. Opting to give up and just wait for a more opportune time.

Besides, jury’s still out that you could very well be pining over his boss.

The action, however, seems to remind you of something.

"Before I forget," You look into your baggage, rummaging around before finally finding what it was you were looking for.

You ask him to close his eyes, which he obediently does, and you place a thick rectangular box into his awaiting lap.

The sudden shift in weight causes his eyes to open, and he is certainly surprised to see what was on there.

"What is this?"

"It's your birthday. There wasn't a good time to give it to you, so might as well."

He takes the box into his hands and shakes it a little.

From the sound alone, or near lack thereof, there could be a multitude of things inside it. He looks at you questioningly and you only smile and gesture for him to open it.

He takes his time in doing so, and he doesn't know how or why, but he finds your reactions to his movements much more amusing than whatever could be in the box. As if you were more excited for him.

He finally peers into the now open box to see some sort of purple cloth. A ribbon of geometric designs cutting through its middle and he stares at it in wonder.

"It's a scarf!"

You smile at him, and he was thankful that the rest of the team were either asleep or just not paying attention as it allowed the both of you to savor the moment with at least some semblance of privacy.

"I've noticed that you had a tendency to wear a lot of layers. I wasn't sure if it was because you were cold, or you just liked dressing that way, so I made an educated guess and got you something practical."

And just like that, he's over the moon.

He immediately goes to put it on with a wide smile, paying no mind that it paired so badly with the short sleeves of his button up.

Not that he would know, nor care.

And just when he had been feeling cold earlier too! "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me, especially since you don't usually give gifts."

You shake your head. "I don't, but it's not everyday one spends their twenty-fourth at the BAU."

He continues to observe the cloth that now hung around him. Smoothing his hands over it as he does with an expression unreadable to you.

You worry a bit and hurriedly mention, "I'm sorry if it isn't your color. I see purple show up on your mismatched socks more than any other color, so I just assumed. If it's any consolation, purple is a great color to contrast the warmer hues in brown eyes?"

He flushes at your admission, but matches your urgency to set you straight. "No! Please, I actually really like it-- It's beautiful."

You breathe out a sigh in relief and nod slowly at that.

"Speaking of the color, did you know the origin of purple dye is actually quite fascinating?" His voice filled with enthusiasm. With his eyes, bright, and filled with a child-like fascination that makes your chest feel warm at the sight.

"Historically, purple dye was incredibly rare and valuable, which is why it became associated with royalty and nobility. The earliest known purple dye, known as Tyrian purple, was produced by the ancient Phoenicians around 1200 BC. It was derived from the secretions of a particular type of sea snail, the bolinus brandaris, found in the Mediterranean Sea."

He paused for a moment, wondering if he was boring you, but sees that you're still very much paying attention to him.

"The process to obtain this dye was incredibly labor-intensive and complex. It required thousands of these sea snails to produce just a small amount of dye. The snails would then be collected and left to decompose in large vats. After several days, a gland from the snail was extracted and crushed to produce a purple mucus. This mucus would then be exposed to sunlight, undergoing a chemical reaction that transformed it into the deep, rich purple dye we commonly associate with our modern day equivalent."

As he kept going, he suddenly remembered what Morgan had told him all those weeks ago.

"Next time, try looking at what she does when you're the one talking."

So he does just that.

He observes the way that your shoulders are more relaxed, how your eyes never stray from him, and how the small upturned curve of your lip makes itself known as you rest your cheek onto your propped up fist.

How he has your undivided attention and yet you don't even look the least bit bored of what he has to say. Only silently appreciating and subtly nodding along with the slow blink of your eyelids.

All clear signs of unguarded comfort, and or interest, in his presence.

Had you really been looking at him like that all this time?

Now the idea of you liking your boss seems silly. Especially when you’re looking at him the way he imagines himself looking at you.

"I did know that, actually, Dr. Reid. At the time, Tyrian purple wasn't only desirable for its rarity, people said it was also incredibly lightfast. That it was resistant to fading under the sun and the weather. Not to mention all that hard work that just to get a single gram of it. Then again, modern studies do claim that its lightfastness was, in fact, not an accurate feature as it's color diminished when it was exposed to light and UV radiation."

You laughed a little again, as if remembering some anecdote, and that sound was steadily becoming one of his favorite sounds. Following only after your speaking voice.

"Fortunately for you, doctor, I could only afford a synthetically purple-dyed scarf. Though that means that you won't ever have to worry about it fading under the sun."

Hands up in faux surrender, you give him a tired smile that he returns with one of his own.

A calming silence enveloped the both of you as you continue to bask in each other's presence.

At some point you doze off, draping your blazer on top of yourself to shield yourself from the cold, and that's when he starts considering Elle's words again.

"Do you ever ask anyone out?"

"No,"

"That's why you can't get a date."

He nods to himself, and reclines a little more into his seat. Snuggling into his new scarf that still has the faintest smell of you.

Maybe he will ask you out on a a date later.

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