#bones imagine

[specialagentlokitty]

Booth x reader - close call

You weren’t sure how it happened, one moment you were standing next to Booth, the next you were stood there, completely frozen in your spot.

He didn’t seem to notice you weren’t following him anymore, and you stumbled back a few steps while he stepped forward to the body of the person who had shot at you.

“B..booth…” you mumbled.

“What?”

He slowly approached the corner, and you placed a hand over your side, putting as much pressure on the wound as you could.

“Where’s Brennan?” You asked.

“She should be up ahead, go back and send uniforms down here when they get here!”

You nodded your head, turning around to head back towards the entrance of the building.

You stumbled a few steps, catching yourself on the doorway.

Standing up, you pushed yourself out of the building, and you walked a few steps to the side, spitting some blood on to the floor.

Pulling your hand away, you looked at your bloody hand, placing it back on the wound and you turned around as you heard shouting of your name.

“You could’ve gotten Bones killed!” Booth snapped.

You opened your mouth but closed it again, turning your attention to the ground instead.

“You gave us all away, and put someone in the line of fire!”

Booth marched over, fury in his eyes as he stared at you.

“Booth!”

He stopped, turning around to Brennan who ran over to him, pointing to the floor.

He saw the droplets of blood, some spots seemed to have more than others, showing where you had stopped and then carried on walking.

“He wasn’t aiming for me Booth.” Brennan said quietly.

“Call for backup, now! And get whatever we need to keep (Y/N) alive!”

Booth ran over to you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder, and you grabbed him arm.

He could hear your pained breathing, and he could feel your hand trembling.

“Hey.. hey you’re okay…”

You slumped against him, and he quickly lowered you to the floor, resting your back against his chest.

“Woah, easy. Okay..”

Booth looked down at you, bringing his hand up to cover yours, putting more pressure on your wound.

His other hand came up, and he paced it on your shoulder, wrapping you in a kind of hug, holding you closely against himself.

“You’re okay… it’s okay…” he whispered.

“I..I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry…”

Booth rested his chin on your head.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” he whispered.

He looked up to where Brennan was in by the car digging through some things.

“Bones hurry up!”

He looked at his hand over yours, and the amount of blood in his skin.

“(Y/N) keep talking to me, keep talking okay… stay awake for me..”

You didn’t reply, and he moved to the side a little bit to look at you.

Blood seeping from your lips, eyes closed and your body nearly falling to the ground.

“No, no, no, (Y/N)?”

Booth gently shook you.

“(Y/N)!”

Booth didn’t know what to do, and he looked up to Brennan who was running back with everything.

“Bones help me!” He yelled.

“Lay her down!” Brennan yelled.

He did as he was told and carefully laid you on your back, and he fell down, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

Sitting on his knees, he brought a trembling hand to your face, placing his palm on your cheek, running a thumb along your skin.

“Booth I need you to hold here.”

Brennan took his hands and pressed them firmly over the wound, and she began CPR on you.

It didn’t seem like long, but for Booth it felt like forehead until help arrived and you were taken away.

He rushed to the hospital and he stood in the waiting room alone, covered in your blood until he was dragged away to finish the case.

But as soon as the actual killer confessed, booth was straight back to the hospital to get any information about your condition that he could.

“Booth! How is she?” Angela asked.

“I.. I don’t know, nobody will tell me anything, it’s been hours since she was admitted.”

“Just give them time Seeley.” Cam sighed.

He slammed his hand on the desk.

“I don’t have time!”

“You blame yourself, that’s okay. But this isn’t your fault, there was nothing you could have done to stop that man firing at (Y/N), getting angry won’t make them give you news any faster.” Sweets said.

Booth glared at the younger man, and he made his way back outside, sitting on the curb in front of the hospital.

Booth ran a hand down his face, tears burning his eyes, and he cleared his throat a little bit, blinked a few times to clear the tears.

He stayed outside for a few moments before he stood up, heading back inside.

They all sat waiting for any update on you.

“You can’t blame yourself man.” Hodgins whispered.

“It’s my fault, she shouldn’t have even been there. I should’ve known not to bring her.” Booth said lowly.

“Come on, you know (Y/N) wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” Sweets said.

“What if she doesn’t make it…?” He asked.

Everybody looked at him but nobody knew what to say to him. They didn’t know how to comfort him, because how did you comfort somebody who was waiting to find out if someone they cared about died or not.

And that’s all he was thinking about.

What if you died?

Booth looked at his hands, and all he could see was your blood staining his skin even though he scrubbed them over and over again.

Sure, he’d had blood on his hands before, but knowing your blood had literally been on his hands was different.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?”

Everybody stood up, and booth was at the front of everybody.

“It’s been hours, why haven’t anybody given us any updates?” He asked.

“Because we haven’t been able to give one with any certainty.”

“I can’t care what you do or don’t have, when the FBI asked for an update you give them a damn update!” Booth yelled.

“Woah, okay. Maybe let’s not yell at the doctors trying to save our friend.” Angela said.

Booth stared at the doctor who took an unsure step backwards.

“Sorry… we uh.. honestly right now it doesn’t look good. The bullet was a clean shot, but (Y/N) didn’t fall, she walked, and it moved the bullet meaning it caused more damage, and some of the fragments went elsewhere. We’re doing all we can and I’ll come with another update soon.”

With that he ran away and booth went back to his feet, staring his hands as he waited.

Hours passed and finally the doctor came back out.

“We’ve got her stable, but she’s still critical. There was a lot of damage but right now things are looking good.”

Everybody was taken to your room, and while the others stood around your bed, Booth stood on the other side of the room watching you.

You were unnaturally pale, you still had dirt and dried blood on your face.

“Booth…?” Brennan asked.

He shook his head and walked away.

When he came back, everybody had gone, and he set his bag down in the chair opening it.

He pulled out some wipes and he walked over, taking one out of the pack and he sat on the bed next to you.

He reached out, his hand shaking a little bit, and he stopped himself.

Taking a deep breath, he worked at carefully cleaning your skin of the dirt and the dried blood.

When he was done, he cleaned your hands and arms, and he went through his bag again.

He pulled out some of the things he took from your office, your favourite photo, your favourite cushion, and a few other things to decorate the room.

Walking back over, he lifted your head and placed the cushion under it, sitting next to you again.

“I know you can’t sleep without it…” he mumbled.

Booth brushed some hair from your face, leaning forward he kissed your head head, laying himself next to you on the hospital bed.

It wasn’t the best sleep he had ever had, but every night he would go to your hospital room and sleep there.

Two weeks had passed, and just like always Booth walked into the room, stretching a little bit to see that your bed was empty.

“(Y/N)?”

He looked around, then ran towards the nurses station.

“Where is she?!”

“Who?”

“The woman in that room! Where did she go?!”

Another nurse walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s gone for physio, just like she has for the past few days.”

Booth furrowed his brows and he looked at the nurse.

“How long?”

“She’s been awake maybe a week now, doing physio for a few days, she’s actually coming down the hallway now.”

Booth turned around to see you slowly walking down the hallway, and when you saw him you immediately turned your head towards the floor.

He walked over to the doctor.

“I’ve got it.”

He placed your hand on his arm, slowly helping you back to your room.

He said nothing as he helped sit down, and he covered you up with the blanket.

“You’ve been awake for a week.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You didn’t think to tell me you’ve been awake?!” He hissed.

“I.. I thought you would stop coming..”

Booth furrowed his brow and looked at you confused.

“Do you want me to stop coming..?”

You said nothing and Booth made his way towards the door.

“No!”

He stopped.

“I… don’t want to sleep alone Booth..”

He sighed, turning around he walked back over and he laid next to you again.

You rested your head next to his shoulder, and watched as he flicked through channels on the TV.

“I thought if you knew I was awake you’d stop coming…”

“No, of course not. If you asked me I would’ve carried on sleeping here.”

He placed his arm over your head and he tapped you trying to move your head.

“Move your head.”

You lifted it and he put his arm under your head so you could rest on it.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments, and Booth noticed how your hand clung to your injury, as if trying to stop it from bleeding.

Reaching out he placed his hand over yours.

“Hey… it’s okay… you’re not bleeding..”

“I can’t help it..”

Booth ran his thumb along your knuckles.

“I know… but you know what, you’re going to be okay, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

You looked up at him.

“It hurts when I move…”

Booth looked down at you, smiling a little.

“Yeah, yeah getting shot will do that to you. But trust me, in a few months you won’t even feel a thing.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“Why did you keep coming here…? I thought you were pissed at me..?”

“No. I mean yes okay I was pissed, but you were shot.”

You stared up at him with furrowed brows and he sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours and you closed your eyes.

“I was scared I lost you…”

“I’m sorry I messed up…”

He pulled away and you looked at him.

“No, you didn’t mess up. Okay? I shouldn’t have been so angry, I should’ve checked on you straight away, and I should’ve told you I loved you.”

“W..what…?”

Booth leant down, carefully pressing his lips to yours and then he pulled away.

“I love you…”

You leant forward, quickly leant forward, kissing him again and he leant into the kiss.

When he went to pull away you leant up, only to groan in pain and lay back down.

“Take it easy.. relax… you need to stay laid down..”

He smiled and covered you back up with the blanket, laying down and you rested your head on his chest, laying on your good side.

Booth reached his out his hand, placing it over your wound.

“You don’t have to keep holding it, it’s okay, it’s not bleeding okay? I won’t let anything happen, just go to sleep.”

“You’ll make sure I don’t bleed out?”

Booth smiled a little bit.

“Yeah, yeah of course I will, I would never let you bleed out.”

You smiled to yourself, taking his free hand so you can hold it, and it wasn’t long before you drifted asleep.

Just like he said, he kept his hand on your side, even when he fell asleep as well, making sure that you weren’t bleeding.

You were scared, and he knew that, and if he had to lay there holding your bandage covered sighed so you could some sleep then that’s what he would do

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[rubyarrows]

Love and Acceptance

Waking up in Seeley Booth's bed felt like a dream I was almost afraid to believe. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The best night's sleep I'd had in a while had refreshed me in ways I hadn't realized I needed.

I stretched lazily beneath the covers, savoring the comfort of his bed. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, memories of the previous night flooded my mind—laughter, shared stories, stolen glances that spoke volumes and the way he held me through the night make my heart flutter at just the thought.

With a contented sigh, I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor. Booth's shirt, left on a nearby chair, beckoned to me. I slipped it on, the fabric carrying his scent—a heady mix of aftershave and warmth that wrapped around me like an embrace. Stepping into the morning light, I felt a flush of nervous excitement. We had crossed a threshold last night, and the reality of it was both exhilarating and humbling.

As I padded out of the bedroom, I found Booth in the kitchen, moving about with an ease that suggested he was right at home here. He glanced up from the stove, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"You look like you slept well," he said, his voice warm and teasing.

I grinned, my cheeks tinted with a playful blush. "I did, surprisingly. Your bed is like a cloud."

Booth chuckled, turning off the stove and approaching me. "Well, I'm glad you feel at home here."

Leaning against the counter, I watched him with a mixture of fascination and affection. He was effortlessly handsome, his dark hair tousled from sleep, a hint of stubble adding to his rugged charm.

"I hope you don't mind that I raided your wardrobe," I said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Seeley's gaze raked over me, his eyes twinkling with approval. "I don't mind at all. You wear it well."

A pleasant shiver ran down my spine at the intensity of his gaze. This wasn't just about clothes—it was about the connection we shared, the unspoken understanding that had grown between us.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Last night was... amazing, YN."

His words were sincere, carrying a weight of emotion that mirrored my own feelings. I reached up to cup his cheek, my thumb brushing against the roughness of his jawline.

"It was," I agreed softly. "I can't remember the last time I felt so... alive."

Booth's fingers grazed my cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, YNN."

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a future that was both uncertain and promising—a path that we were willing to explore together. The depth of our connection, the way our lives had intertwined, felt like destiny's way of guiding us toward each other.

Seeley's lips met mine in a tender kiss, and in that moment, I felt the promise of something beautiful—a love story that was uniquely ours, a journey of two souls finding solace and strength in each other's arms. As we pulled away, the scent of coffee and breakfast mingled with the intimacy of the morning.

As Booth and I walked into the Jeffersonian later on in the morning, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was my workplace, where I spent countless hours with Brennan and the rest of the team. I knew that once I crossed that threshold with Booth by my side, things would change, and I wasn't sure how everyone would react.

Brennan was already at her workstation, engrossed in examining skeletal remains. Her keen observation skills were second to none, and it wasn't long before she looked up, her expression one of curiosity and surprise.

"Good morning, Dr. Brennan," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of emotions within me.

Temperance raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Booth and me. "Good morning, YN. Is there a reason Agent Booth is accompanying you to work?"

Booth stepped forward, a reassuring smile on his lips. "Morning, Bones. YN and I... well, we've been spending some time together."

Brennan's expression remained skeptical, her analytical mind at work. "I see. And what does this new development entail?"

Seeley took a deep breath, his voice steady. "Bones, YN and I have gotten closer. We've started seeing each other… romantically."

Dr. Brennan's eyes widened in surprise, and then her features softened with understanding. "Oh. I see. So, you two are in a romantic relationship."

I nodded, my nerves dissipating as Booth held my hand. "Yes, that's right."

Her gaze shifted between us once more, her analytical mind assessing the situation. "I must admit, this is unexpected. But if you both have found a meaningful connection, I'm pleased for you."

Booth's smile grew wider, his relief evident. "Thanks, Bones. Your support means a lot."

Brennan's lips curved into a small smile. "As a scientist, I rely on evidence and observation. And from what I can see, you both seem genuinely happy together."

I felt a rush of gratitude for Temperance's acceptance. She was known for her rationality and logic, and her willingness to embrace this new development without hesitation meant more to me than I could express.

He squeezed my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. "We’re just taking it one step at a time, Bones. I wanted you to know that YN is important to me."

Brennan nodded, her eyes warm. "YN, as long as your work here remains professional and unbiased, I have no objections. I'm happy for both of you."

I smiled, a genuine sense of relief washing over me. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I appreciate your understanding."

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[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

A Vulcan Smile Part Seven

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Jim looked up from his computer as the door to his ready room swished open. He had stolen away to the ship to get some much-needed quiet to review his notes before his next meeting. A quiet he was surprised to see emanating from his best friend as he made his way across the room. 

Leonard typically preferred to make his presence in a room known, entering with a joke or a complaint or some kind of combination of the two. Now he took a seat across from Jim in complete silence. The captain looked him over, trying to identify where this change was coming from. He wore crumpled shirt and an unreadable expression.

"Is that the same uniform as yesterday?" Jim finally asked. 

"Didn't have time to change."

"You've been off duty for twelve hours, Bones. How long does it take? You wear the same thing everyday," Jim pointed out.

"I was helping Joanna with her homework and then," Leonard's voice dropped slightly, "I was with (Y/N)."

Jim’s brows raised. "Were you?"

"Apologizing," Leonard clarified. 

"And what did you do that required you to apologize all night long?" Jim's words tiptoed around innuendo. 

"Joanna was suspended for starting a fight."

"So you were apologizing for your part in bringing another angry McCoy into the universe," Jim guessed. 

"I didn't react well to the news," Leonard admitted. "Started a fight of my own." 

"That doesn't sound like you," Jim said sarcastically. 

“I blamed her. Told her that Joanna was picking up violant tendencies from her,” Leonard explained. 

Jim let out a disappointed breath. He didn’t know you well, but he had heard so much about you through long winded, sporadic rants from Leonard that he could guess how well that went over. He certainly knew enough about people in general to know that wasn’t something you said to someone who cared gor your child. 

“She blamed me. Told me Joanna was acting out because she’s hurt that I left and doesn’t know how to express it.” Leonard slumped back in the chair. “Apparently I don’t put in enough effort as a father.” 

“Well,” Jim started pointedly. He raised his brows and tilted his head, hoping if he made a strong enough facial expression he wouldn’t have to finish the thought out loud.

“When were you planning to tell me you though I was a bad father?” 

Jim let out a breathy chuckle at his friends dramatics. “I don’t think you’re a bad father. I think that (Y/N) spends a lot of time with Joanna and if she thinks she’s feeling a little abandoned then she might know what she’s talking about.” 

Leonard sighed. “I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?” 

“I already apologized.” 

This earned Leonard a look that told him he needed to do better than that.  

“I suppose I don’t really have a choice.” 

“Not if you ever want to be able to respect yourself again.” 

Leonard groaned and rubbed a hand across his face. “I’m not cut out for this.” 

“You said the same thing the first time you had to work on a ship. Now look at you.” 

“Now look at me,” Leonard repeated in a defeated tone.

“You know-” Jim waited until his friend was looking at him again to finish, “Centaurus isn’t that far out of our way.” 

“Oh no.” Leonard shook his head and held up a hand. “This ship is on red alert every other thursday. My eleven year old isn’t going to be involved in that.” 

“We’d be taking a similar course to the shuttle. Any dangers we run into they’d probably run into too. Wouldn’t you prefer she run into them with you?” 

“I’d rather she not be in space at all, but seeing as I wasn’t given a choice in that…” Leonard trailed of, thinking it over. “You wouldn’t mind the detour?” 

“Not at all.” 

“You know letting my daughter and Spock’s sister loose on this ship might lead to more chaos than we’re prepared for.” 

Jim shook his head. “Spock’s gonna hate this.” 

“You don’t have to convice me, Jim. I’m alread on board.” 

-

“Tell me again,” Leonard ordered as he walked with Joanna to the Enterprise. 

“The warp core, jefferies tubes, and bridge are off limits. If red lights start flashing I am to stay in my room. If I hear the word ‘anomoly’ over the comms, I am to find you in the sickbay. If I see more than five people in uniform running in the halls I am to find Ms. Grayson and wait for the all clear. No wandering the halls or entering the recreation deck or holodeck alone. No fun of any kind,” Joanna rattled off. 

“Good. Stick to those rules and you should make it back home in one piece.” 

“Can’t I have a little fun?” 

“Being a passenger on the Enterprise is-” 

“Not a reward for punching my classmate even if he is a shithead and desereved it,” she parroted the words he’d used when he explained the arrangement to her. “I’ve gotten like two lectures a day since I was suspended, thrown up on during a shuttle ride here, and given four times the calc homework I would normally have. Haven’t I been punished enough?” 

“We’re not punishing you. We’re making sure you’ve learned your lesson. We don’t want you to turn into a violent drop out with no direction in life and a long arrest record.” 

“You’re say ‘we’ a lot about you and Ms. Grayson,” she pointed out. 

“Oh look! Lieutenant Uhura.” Leonard quickly changed the subject, coming to a stop outside the air lock where the Lieutenant was standing. “Waiting for Spock?” 

“He’s just saying goodbye.” She nodded over to where he stood with you and Serek. 

“Good might be a stretch,” Leonard mumbled. 

“Who are they talking to?” Joanna asked. 

“The Vulcan ambassador,” Nyota answered. 

“They don’t seem to like him.” 

“It’s a complicated relationship,” she said, watching the three of you hold up Vulcan salutes. 

As the ambassador turned and boarded another ship, you folded down you pinky and ring finger and lifted your raised fingers to your temple. Your head jerked to the side as you pretended to shoot yourself in the head. To Leonard's suprise, Spock used his hand to wipe your imaginary blood from the side of his face. 

The two of you walked in silence to meet the others. You both had your hands clasped behind your back, but as you got closer yours moved to swing at your side. 

Uhura watched the way Leonard smiled and then stiffened awkwardly as you approached.

“Come on let’s get out of here before Spock and I are used as a visual aid in another debate about the future of the Vulcan race,” you said when you reach them. “If I get called V’tosh ka’tur one more time, I’m going to start throwing things.” 

“That kind of behavior is exactly why they call you V’tosh ka’tur,” Spock pointing out.

“Don’t call your sister a Vulcan without logic, Spock,” Uhura chastised. 

“Thank you. Wanting to throw things at those stuffy, xenophobic elders is completely logical,” you argued. “And besides they call you V’tosh ka’tur too.” 

Spock mouth dropped open. “I am not V’tosh ka’tur. I follow the ancestral teachings.” 

“But you stink like a human.” 

“You are using nasal supresants. You don’t know what I smell like.” 

Leonard leaned forward and took a wiff. “No, she’s right. Just like a human.” 

You smiled at the doctor. “This is going to be a fun little trip.” 

Joanna grinned. Spock’s jaw tightened.

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[bi-bard]

Nervous - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: Nervous

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Word Count: 643 words

Warning(s): none that I know of

Summary: Lance finally puts his foot down after spending months listening (Y/n)'s almost shameless flirting.

Author's Note: I wanna branch out from just Supernatural and Criminal Minds. I know I've been writing about them a lot.

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It really did sound a bit evil when I explained it. Well... kind of.

Lance and I had become close as soon as he started working with the Jeffersonian team.

I took interest in him immediately. However, I didn't really think I had shot with him. I thought he only saw me as a coworker and a friend.

So, I messed with him a little bit.

I hadn't been one to hesitate from a little bit of flirting. That wasn't something that anyone on the team was really shocked by anymore. Lance had no experience with that side of me though.

It wasn't anything extreme.

Just a lingering touch every now and then. There'd be a few jokes that pushed the line a little bit. I would've stopped if Lance had said anything, but he would just blush and awkwardly look away from me.

And for some reason, I just assumed it was him being himself. I still didn't think I had a chance with him.

This pattern of flirting and messing with him continued for months.

I was just having fun at this point.

I was sitting at my desk, focused on whatever was in front of me on my computer.

"We need to talk," I looked up from my computer when Lance walked in. He crossed his arms as he looked at me.

"Okay," I said, drawing out the word a little bit as I leaned back in my seat. "What's up?"

"What's going on here," he moved to motion between the two of us. "Sometimes I think you like me because you're all flirty and funny and sweet to me. But then, I see you with other people and sometimes you act the same way. Are you just like that with everyone? Have I been reading the signs wrong? Do you just like messing with me? I thought you were interested because Hodgins said you were and then Booth said so, but now, I'm not sure. I understand that I get flustered very easily and it's funny, but it would be nice to have an idea of where I stand so I know if my hope is for nothing. And now, you're sitting there with that little smirk on your face that I find very distracting, and sometimes I don't even hear half of what you say because I just watch your damn smile. Stop it!"

I hadn't even noticed that I had started smiling at him.

I had a lot of fun messing with him, but this was just... me being happy. I had seen him get nervous, but I didn't know it was genuine interest. Now that I knew that... it almost felt different.

"Lance," I said, stopping his rambling. He stopped talking immediately. "Would you like to go to dinner?"

He blinked at me a few times, "What?"

"Would you like to go to dinner," I repeated. "With me?"

"As a date?"

"Ideally," I nodded.

He froze up for a moment before slowly smiling at me.

"So..."

"Yes! I mean, yeah, yeah, that sounds cool," he replied.

"Good," I said and scooted back toward my computer. "I'll call you when I get off work tonight."

"Okay."

Lance went to walk out, but I saw him stop in the doorway and turn around. I scooted back again as he did, about to ask what he was doing. He cut me off by rounding the desk and leaning down to press his lips to mine quickly.

I grinned against his lips and moved to cup the side of his face. He pulled away from the kiss slowly.

"See you tonight," I said and turned back to my computer.

"Bye," he muttered before heading out.

When I knew he was gone, I covered my face with both of my hands.

For the first time, he had caught me off guard.

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[sweetsdeservedbetterthandis]

Zack addy x reader

Lemon’ish. you and Zack do the devils tango and the genius passes out

You were straddling zack you’re hands on his chest moving back and forth. Zack groaned taking a hold of your hips. you moved your hips a little faster and harder, and you moaned zacks name, zack rolled his eyes back with his mouth ajar unable to do anything he was completely at your mercy. A few more thrusts and you both came undone. Panting you Moving your hair out of your face and licking your lips you looked down at Zack, who wasn’t moving, “Zack?” You scrunch your eyebrows “Zack!” You squeak out getting off of him, putting your hands on his chest and shaking him, but no response, You hurriedly picked up your phone and called Bones. Pacing around the room still naked you waited for her to pick up. “Brennan” you heard from the other line “Brennan thank god you picked up!” you squeal out as fast as you can explaining the situation you are in. “Y/N stop talking!” Brennan yelled on the phone, quickly shutting you up, before you could say another word to Brennan you heard Zack's voice. “Who are you talking to?” You heard zack say with a groan. “Omg zack” you hurried back to the bed. “You scared the living hell out of me!” You place your palm on his cheek “I’m fine Y/N/N” Zack said in his classic neutral voice, "actually im wayyyy more than fine" Zack said with a lazy smirk, leaning in to kiss you, placing his hands on your shoulders pulling you to lie on top of him "are we both going to forget about you passing out a second ago?" you question Zack, "mmhh" Zack mumbles turning over, taking you with him, what a sight it was to be able to see him hovering over you, with rosy cheeks and a fucked out face

~time skip~

Angela walked into Brennan’s office with a sketch in her hand “Ange you’re never gonna believe what just happened” Brennan said to Angela with a smirk “What is it sweetie” Angela said with a grin. “Y/N just called me,” Brennan said pausing to giggle “anddd?” Angela said with little patience too excited for the story Brennan was about to tell. “Well Y/N called me, she was freaking out but from what I understood… they made Zack pass out from sexual pleasure” Brennan laughed out the last bit of her story

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[readingbookelf]

Mr. Whiskers - James Aubrey

Summary: Aubrey comes home with Skinner, the cat from a victim, without consulting your first. Luckily you adore cats.

Pairing: reader x James Aubrey

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You’re sitting on the couch when Aubrey comes home from work. You hadn’t heard from him a lot today, which is a bit unusual considering he normally sends you foodpics. But as soon as your eyes take in his face and posture you know. He’s done something you might not like. That man can’t lie to you, even if it was to save his life. You honestly love him for it, it’s cute.

“What did you do, James Aubrey,” fires from your mouth.

“So I might’ve done a thing, but I think you’ll actually like it this time,” he says hesitantly before running out the door and coming back with an orange cat.

A cat. He got you a cat while he was at work. He’s right that you like it, but you thought he’d at least inform you about such an important decision.

“You bought a cat,” you ask in a whisper while he sits down next to you.

The orange floof moves towards your lap covered by a blanket and rolls himself up, purring. You give him a hesitant pet. The purring only gets louder and warms your heart.

“Not really.”

You brows furrow together and then you feel the collar on the creature. On the collar hangs a nametag: Skinner. Aubrey would never name a cat Skinner.

“Oh, Aubrey, did you steal this cat? You’d never name it Skinner.”

“I didn’t steal the cat. We found him at the crime scene today. I couldn’t just leave him there with his owner dead.”

You exhale, relief flooding your body. It would be uncharacteristic of James to steal a cat, but the name had you worried for a second.

“Poor thing doesn’t have a home anymore,” you coo at the cat.

“It does now,” Aubrey states before putting his arm around you, tucking you into his side.

You look up at him and give him a tiny smile before giving him a sweet kiss.

“Yes, he does now,” you confirm.

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[captainpikeswoman]

Going to an old western planet and AOS Bones teaching you the old earth ways of being a cowboy

Ooh, howdy! Hope you like it!

AOS Bones teaching you how to be a cowboy would include:

•he may be a doctor and not a physicist, but dear Bones IS a cowboy, a Southern gent who looks good in plaid, spurs and a Stetson hat!

•you however, are woefully aloof! You can’t even ride a horse- so when you stare in terror at the transport you’ve all been given by these kind, friendly aliens- Bones takes pity. He pulls you up on the horse in front of him, showing you how to ride it, how to guide it.

•he also listens as you grumble about how uncomfortable the saddle is- and he’s kind enough to set a blanket under you for comfort.

•and then come the activities. You have no idea how to lasso and catch something. Bones does though, and being the gentleman he is, he helps you out.

•his hand slips round your waist, his chest firmly against your chest- you’re nestled safely into his arms, and he shows you, guides your hand as he teaches you how to lasso. You manage to land a catch on the stationary target!

•Bones lets his accent go broad! He’s dropping his ‘g’s all over the place! It’s all ‘Darlin’ this and Darlin’ that’- which frankly is adorable and hot in equal measure!

•fortunately you’re fairly good at shooting! What you weren’t expecting though was the recoil on the weapon. You hissed as the feeling reverberated along your arm- but Bones was there ready to rub your arm and laugh at you until you’re feeling better.

•he looks downright delicious as he swaggers in through the saloon bar doors, and when he throws back a drink of strong spirits your eyebrows hit your hairline. Who knew Bones would make such a good cowboy?

•…you wonder what you’d have to do to get a ride…

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[thevagabondtrek]

Imagine...

...that you’re the new psychologist assigned to the Enterprise. Everyone on this ship is clearly in need of some mental health help. The CMO of the ship agrees, and is your biggest help in forcing everyone into a much needed session or two, with one problem. He refuses to show up for his own, which is doubly frustrating as the doctor seems to be getting more irritable, frazzled and on edge as the weeks go on. Even more irritating is that the Captain seems to know exactly what is going on and is amused by it, refusing to help you pin the doctor down for a meeting.

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[writingmysanity]

Stardate: 2020

A/N: this was actually written in 2020. I don't feel like changing it. this one may have actually been posted on my old Tumblr- I can't remember but I am locked out of it permanently but Tumblr so I can't check. welp- suppose a repost won't hurt. I like it still.

Word count: 591

Prompt: "shh, it's okay now, you're safe, I'm here."

A resounding crack vibrates through the ship, pulsing waves rocking it like a boat on the water. The captain swallows his rising impatience as he can barely hear over the resounding roar of the emergency systems clicking into place. Everyone's eyes are trained outside the window, looking around, expecting some sort of enemy. Pulling himself to his feet, Kirk shakes off the way touching his chair seems to allow excess energy to route through his veins.

"Scans, Mr. Sulu." He calls, his voice barely heard, but understood.

"No surrounding ships, sir." He states, voice raised to be heard over the alarms, just as it quits sounding. For just a moment, there is silence on the bridge, kirk fighting a small smile at the timing.

"Mr. Scott!" He calls again, waiting for the familiar thick accent to call back. "What's going on down there?" His eyes are still scanning the horizon, looking for abnormalities.

"A couple of friends circuit's, captain. Whatever that was, all it affected was the air cooling system." 

Theres a pause.

"Its going to get hot in here until I can get this figured out."

"Understood." Slowly, he turns back to chekov and sulu, nodding to them. "Anything?"

"A lot of excess electricity, sir, but still no ships."

"Sensors are reading the source to be behind us, captain." Natoya states, sulu taking his cue to turn the ship.

"Is that…?"

"An electrical storm… in space." Bones finished, everyone having been so preoccupied they didn't register the door sliding open.

Silence washes over the bridge crew again, in awe as they watch lightning crack across the surface of the storm, purple and blue clouds twisting and spinning.

"Uh, Captain." Scottys voice calls out again, an odd tension in the engineers voice.

"Yes, Mr. Scott." Kirk calls back, tearing his eyes from the image before him.

"You need to get down here… and being the good doctor, would ya?" Just before he cuts off, he swears he heard scotty speak to someone. Without so much as a glance, kirk, bones and spock race down to engineering, assuming nothing, and expecting everything.

But, whatever they were expecting, it wasnt this.

A young girl sat curled under scottys desk, trembling from every limb, clenching one of scottys screwdrivers like a knife, eyes like saucers.

"Where… where am I?" She asks slowly, trying, and failing, to hide the tremble in her voice.

"The Enterprise." Her eyebrows pinch as her eyes dart between her newest company before they stick to Spock, drawing in a shaky breath.

"The what?"

Bones bends down to her level slowly, hands up to show that they're empty.

"My names McCoy, Leonard McCoy, but my friends call me Bones. I'm a doctor." He assures, she nods slowly, tearing her eyes from Spock to face Bones. "What's your name, kid?"

Swallowing, she closes her eyes for a moment, sound slipping past her lips sounding almost like a whimper. "Ellie." 

"Alright… Ellie," Kirk interjects, voice softening, seeing the fear in her eyes. "How did you get on the ship?"

"I… I dont know. One moment, in the house of mirrors with my friends, riding out a storm, and the next, I'm here."

Kirk and Spock share a look as Bones approaches her slowly, light in hand. "Alright sugar, you're okay now. You're here, you're safe," He begins. "I just want to check you out. She nods, letting him look in her eyes.

"Can you tell me what the stardate is?" Her eyebrows pinch, again.

"Stardate?"

"The year, honey." She pauses, answering confidently.

"2020."

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[specialagentlokitty]

Lance sweets x reader - my genius

May I request a Lance Sweets x reader where the reader is Spencer Reid's sibling and also a genius? - @elemental-of-magic 💜

Knocking on the door to the office, you waited a second before you opened it and walked in, looking up from your file to close it before you carried on.

“Hey Lance.”

He smiled, watching as you walked over to the couch, sitting yourself on it, still not looking up from the file.

You flicked to the next page, eyes scanning over the words before you turned it again.

“Hey, busy day?” He asked.

Lance got up, making his way over he leant down, pressing a kiss to your head before he took a seat next to you.

You hummed, leaning into his side.

Smiling brightly, Lance wrapped his arms around you, kicking his feet up on the table, letting you rest your head on your chest.

He knew he wasn’t going to get proper answers out of you yet, not while you were reading so he waited patiently for about a minute until you placed the file down on the floor.

You titled your head back and looked up at him.

“Booth has been teasing you again, hasn’t he?”

“How can you tell?”

You smiled a little, reaching up you loosened his tie slightly, smoothing it down.

“Because you tighten your tie to try and seen more professional when he does.”

Laughing, your boyfriend shook his head at you and gave you a loving smile.

“What are you thinking about lunch?”

“I’m thinking that cafe you seem to like so much, it’s not far, and my team just finished a case, so I have time to spare until I need to go.”

This confused him.

“Go where?”

“To the lecture hall, the higher ups want me to teach a lecture once a week to profilers in the making, along with my brother of course.”

“Right, that makes sense you’re both incredibly smart, but do they really need the both of you?”

You shrugged.

“Spence is smart, but I have more of a way with words that people can understand, he likes his facts and it can get confusing for some people. I can take his facts and word them so everybody there can understand them. He writes the lectures I speak them.”

You sat up, looking around the office before you turned back to the man who was sat next to you with the most loving gaze.

He wore a smile to match, and his hand reached out so he could take yours and lace your fingers together.

You looked at your hands before connecting eyes with him, a smile gracing your lips as you did.

“Will you be home late?”

“Given rush hour traffic, and providing the lecture finished on time which I know it won’t, I will probably be home an hour later than normal.”

Lance nodded, and he held up a hand, telling you to stay there as he made his way to his desk.

He grabbed some papers and walked back over.

“Before we get lunch booth wanted me to profile some stuff, and I can’t really make much sense of it, maybe you can.”

You took the papers and spread them out on the table, flicking your gaze over them all.

“Organised, careful, no evidence left behind other than what your killer wanted you to find, most likely planted to throw the scent on to somebody else.”

Lance leant forward, and you pointed to the photos of the evidence as well as the log sheet.

“See here, a wallet but no ID cards or bank cards, the shoe prints are shallow, the shoes were too big for whoever wore them, your suspect properly cleaned and returned them to the store you won’t find them.”

You carried on talking, explaining to Lance what it was he needed to look for with cases like this and he listened carefully.

He flicked through everything while you were giving him a brief profile, and then when you were finished you looked at him.

“It’s all I can tell you right now.”

“No, it perfect thank you, I’m sure it’ll help them a lot.”

He stood up, grabbing his jacket he pulled it on and you followed him out of the office, lacing your fingers with his.

“I don’t understand why Booth doesn’t just go to you for help.”

“You’re smart Lance, really smart, and he trusts you.”

“Really?”

You smiled, stepping into the elevator with him.

“Of course, why do you think he keeps coming to you for help. Booth sees you as a friend, he may not like the whole psychology aspect, but he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t lead him astray.”

Lance smiled, looking at you as you flicked through the pages of your little notebook.

Taking it from you, he put it into his pocket and you frowned a little as you turned your attention to him.

“You work a lot, take a break, I don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

You nodded, leaving the building with him as he led you towards his car.

Lance could see your eyes skimming over everybody and he knew what you were doing.

You were creating a profile of them all in your head, listing things that you could tell about them from what you could see and hear.

You did it when you first met him and that’s what made him develop a crush for you, he was immediately smitten not just for how beautiful you were to him, but because of your intelligence.

You were incredibly smart, though sometimes it was your downfall, you could never stop thinking, there was always something you were thinking about.

You had to be busy, always.

Sometimes your brain ran into overdrive and you couldn’t stop it.

Today was one of those days, so, before you got in the car he stopped and so did you, turning your gaze to him and immediately your eyes softened and you smiled.

“You’re incredible…” he whispered.

You smiled even more.

“So are you.”

Lance leant down and you met him halfway, kissing him gently, your other hand coming up to touch the side of his face.

He leant into your palm and pulled away, giving you a loving smile.

You gave one back, leaning up to quickly kiss him again.

“Lance?”

He hummed.

“I love you.”

“I love you to.”

He opened the car door for you and let you get in before closing it and making his way to the drivers side.

You were an absolute genius.

And the best part?

You were his genius, you were his, he didn’t have to worry you were with him because he was in the FBI or because you thought he was a pushover or anything like that.

You were with him because you loved every single aspect about him, you loved the fact he was so kind, and caring and gentle, and he had never had a love like that.

He knew there was still a lot to learn about you, and he knew sometimes it would be challenging given both of your jobs, but he knew that when he pictured himself old and grey somewhere, you were there by his side

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[rubyarrows]

Bridging the Language

YN groaned as she stumbled into the Jeffersonian Institute's bustling lab, her hair in disarray and her eyes half-closed. It was early morning, and her brain was not yet fully awake. As she made her way to her assigned workstation, she noticed Zack Addy, immersed in a detailed discussion with Dr. Temperance Brennan about the intricacies of skeletal anatomy.

"Good morning," YN mumbled, stifling a yawn as she plopped down at her desk.

Zack turned towards her with an enthusiastic smile. "Good morning, YN. Did you know that the iliac crest plays a crucial role in..."

YN held up her hand, interrupting him with a groan. "Zack, Zack, slow down. It's way too early for anatomy lessons in high definition. Can we do low-res explanations?"

Zack blinked, adjusting and recalibrated his approach. "Of course. In simpler terms, the bony ridge on the side of the pelvis has an important function in identifying individuals through skeletal remains."

YN perked up, her eyes slightly less glazed over. "Got it. Bony ID card. Check."

Zack chuckled, finding her analogy amusing. "Precisely. A bony ID card."

Just then, Angela Montenegro, the lab's forensic artist, approached with a friendly smile. "Hey, you two. Early bird gets the skeletal worm, huh?"

YN managed a tired grin. "More like the early bird needs a coffee IV."

Angela chuckled. "I feel you. So, what's the science of the day?"

Zack cleared his throat, switching to a more approachable tone. "We were discussing the significance of the iliac crest in forensic identification."

YN leaned closer to Angela and whispered, "It's like the name tag of bones."

Angela stifled a laugh and nodded, playing along. "Ah, got it. The bones' way of saying 'Hello, my name is...'."

As the morning progressed, YN and Zack continued to work side by side, their dynamic a mix of scientific precision and relatable simplicity. While Zack delved into intricate details with Brennan, YN helped bridge the communication gap, offering analogies and relatable metaphors to make the concepts more accessible.

At one point, as they examined a particularly complex skeletal feature, Zack began, "The sphenoid bone forms the base of the cranium and—"

YN raised her hand again, giving him a bemused look. "Sphenoid bone, got it. It's like the skull's floor mat."

Zack chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, in a way, you could say that."

Dr. Brennan, observing their interaction, approached with an approving smile. "Miss YLN, your ability to distill complex concepts into relatable terms is quite impressive."

YN blushed, feeling a sense of validation from her mentor's words. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I just know that sometimes my brain needs the training wheels early in the morning."

Dr. Brennan nodded understandingly. "We all have our unique ways of processing information. Collaboration is about leveraging those strengths."

As the day continued, YN and Zack's collaborative approach proved to be a winning formula. While Zack excelled in his precise scientific explanations, YN's knack for simplifying complex ideas made their teamwork remarkably efficient. They were, in essence, the perfect balance of technicality and accessibility.

And so, amidst the whirlwind of bones, equations, and early morning fatigue, a unique friendship blossomed. YN and Zack, two interns with distinct strengths, found common ground in their shared pursuit of knowledge and the joy of making complex science a bit more relatable—even if it meant using unconventional metaphors and analogies.

As the day unfolded, YN found herself gradually absorbing more of the specific scientific terminology that was a hallmark of the Jeffersonian lab. While her initial approach had been to simplify concepts for herself, she realized that there was a certain elegance and precision in using the correct names for things.

Later that morning, while examining a set of bones, Zack began, "The metatarsals are distinct bones in the foot that—"

YN cut in with a grin, "Metatarsals, got it. They're the foot's fancy finger bones."

Zack chuckled softly, then continued, "Yes, essentially they're like the fingers of the foot."

Brennan, overhearing their conversation, chimed in. "YN, it's great that you're finding creative ways to understand these terms, but using their proper names can provide more accurate communication."

YN nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "You're right, Dr. Brennan. I'm up for the challenge."

Throughout the day, YN made an effort to incorporate the precise scientific terms into her vocabulary. As she worked alongside Zack and the rest of the team, she found herself asking questions, seeking clarification, and even occasionally correcting herself when she slipped into her simpler analogies.

During a lunch break, she sat with Zack, Angela, and the rest of the team in the lab's break room. Angela grinned playfully. "So, YN, have you upgraded from foot finger bones to metatarsals?"

YN chuckled and nodded, her determination evident. "Yes, Angela. I'm diving headfirst into the world of scientific names."

Zack looked pleased, offering a supportive smile. "It's a worthwhile endeavor. Accurate terminology is essential for effective communication in our field."

As the day progressed, YN's commitment to learning the scientific names didn't go unnoticed. During an analysis of skeletal remains, she surprised everyone when she pointed to the maxilla and confidently said, "So, the maxilla is the upper jawbone, right?"

Zack's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Yes, YN, that's absolutely correct."

YN beamed, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I'm starting to see that these names actually make a lot of sense once you get used to them."

Brennan nodded approvingly. "Indeed, Miss YLN. Your dedication to learning and adapting is commendable."

As the workday drew to a close, YN felt a growing sense of pride in her ability to balance her simplified interpretations with the precision of scientific terminology. She realized that her approach had its own value—it had helped her build a solid foundation of understanding, which she could now expand upon with the proper terms.

As she and Zack wrapped up their tasks for the day, YN turned to him with a playful smile. "So, Zack, do you think I've earned a spot in the league of precise scientific language users?"

Zack chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "You're well on your way, YN. Keep it up, and you might just surpass me."

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[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

A Vulcan Smile Part Eight

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A/N: There's some questionable made-up Vulcan lore in this because there's not a whole lot of detail about their telepathic abilities given in the cannon. But, you know what, if the writers of SNW can make up whatever they want about Spock then fuck it so can I. yeehaw, baby

“You’re leaving.” Spock stood in the doorway to your bedroom, arms hanging at his side, shoulders stooped ever so slightly. His tone and expression were carefully crafted to not give any hint that he might be experiencing an emotion. At fourteen he was already well on his way to becoming the man he would grow to be. 

You didn’t look up from your packing. “I’m to be on the ship to Earth tomorrow. I am going to stay with the Graysons.” 

The Graysons. That’s what you had called them. It took you two years to refer to them as your grandparents. 

“You knew I would be leaving,” you said in his mind. You had always preferred the privacy that telepathy provided, even if casual usage wasn’t approved of by the High Council. 

“I knew he wanted you to leave,” he said in yours. 

Telepathic communication was one of the few of your less desirable behaviors he endulged. You didn’t understand why until you were much older and you realized that you had pushed him away too far and might never have this connection again. 

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Fight.”

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes bore into you. They had such an intensity that anytime he let himself loose even just a little it felt like staring directly into a star. 

“You always fight. Why are you not now?”

“There’s nothing to fight. I want this.”

He moved further into you’re room. “You want to leave?” 

“I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I am understood.” 

“And you believe that is Earth? Will they not just misunderstand the other half of you?” Spock asked. 

You sighed, rubbing a hand across your face. ”I’m tired, Spock. I’m tired of being ostracized for understanding that we were born with more than just a capacity for logic. I am tired of being treated like a failed experiment.”

There was more than that. You were tired of seeing him hurt. You were tired of watching him take the harassment. You were tired of being told just to accept the harassment and constant implications that you were less than. You were tired of being penalized for standing up for yourself and your brother. But you left it unsaid. Unthought, in case he was listening. 

“Human society is still young and ignorant. They will not accept you.” His eyes searched your face. “They will not understand you.”

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be free to be me. I won’t be suffocated under the pressures of being the Ambassador’s hope for a greater relationship between our two races.” You sat down on your bed and stared out the window. “At least I will be told that I am loved.” 

A breeze blew through the leaves, partially obscuring your view of the red mountains and the rich orange sky. 

“I won’t miss it here,” you said out loud. You needed to hear it. You needed him to believe it. 

Now all you saw out the window was darkness and passing stars. You would never see the richness of those orange skies again. A fact the conference was intent on reminding you. 

Normally being around that many Vulcans was exhausting because it required you to choose between putting on an act or dealing with the unfettered scorn of the entire group. Neither option was without its downsides. But this event was focused on how to ensure the survival of the people and cultures of Vulcan now that it was gone. Not even Vulcans can fully suppress the level of sorrow that comes with losing a planet and having that many grief-stricken telepaths in one starbase was overwhelming. 

The favor you had paid Leonard only worsened your exhaustion. What had been bubbling out of you in aggression was now dripping out in fatigue. Your head felt heavy and cloudy. 

You had come to the rooms provided by the Captain with the intention of sleeping, but your mind was bent on replaying memories over and over and not giving you a moment's rest. 

Hauling yourself out of bed, you pulled your robes back on. One of the many concessions you had made in order to have your voice heard was to wear a traditional Vulcan dress. 

The bottom of your dress and robe swept across the floor as you walked through the corridor. You followed the smell of food and drinks. Even with your nasal numbing agent, it was strong. You hadn’t fully realized how many smells there would be on a ship this size. You didn’t know how Spock dealt with it every day. 

The smell led you to what looked like a bar. 

You walked a few paces from the door and clasped your hands, trying to figure out if there were replicators you were supposed to use or if there was someone you asked for food. 

“You should be resting,” Spock said, coming to stand by you. 

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically in his head, something you hadn’t done in years. You were suddenly more willing to fall back on old childhood habits than speak. 

He raised a brow at you but responded in kind, “You have not slept in days.” 

“I am well within the healthy limit.” 

“Not after such a taxing event.” 

“But I supposed it wasn’t taxing for you?” 

He bristled, realizing that he must think his next words more carefully if he wished to avoid an argument. “It was. However, my mind has always been less open than yours. You take on the suffering of those around you.” 

If only he knew just how true that was. 

“I’m fine,” you told him again. 

“Your mind is cluttered.” 

You glanced around the bar. “There’s a lot of people on your ship.” 

He looked you over, then spoke out loud, “Come with me.” 

You hesitated. You really just wanted to get something to eat and then go back to bed, but reluctantly, you followed him. 

The two of you moved quietly through the ship until you were in a smaller room with significantly fewer people. 

You exhaled. 

When you had denied the Vulcan teachings on emotional control, you had also denied the teachings on telepathy control. They went hand in hand under Serak’s teachings. Telepathy was turned inward to help suppress one's emotions. Without doing this you were left with far more unchecked telepathic power with no one to teach you what to do with it. At least no one you were allowed to talk to as a child. 

You had eventually figured it out and learned to control it and use it for good when you could, but you had never built up defenses the way most did. You hadn’t wanted to. Your mother had said that greeting the universe with an open heart and open mind made you more ready to learn. She was a sentimental woman. But she had also told you it would come at a cost. You knew that at least to be true. 

The thoughts of those around you were always in your head. Like murmuring from another room. You couldn’t make them out with conscious effort, but they were there. You had learned to tune them out when you were a teenager, but when you were tired and surrounded by others, they started to overtake your own thoughts. 

Spock led you to a table and told you to sit. You rested your head on your hand and waited for him to return. When he did, he placed a bowl in front of you. You stared down into the orange broth. 

Plomeek soup. 

You had despised it as a child. It was so bland and boring and never seemed to satisfy you. 

Picking up your head, you lifted a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes slipped shut as you took in the subtle flavor. It tasted remarkably similar to the one your mother used to make. 

Finally, you spoke, “Thank you.” 

Spock nodded, watching as you slowly sipped the soup. 

“Have you considered meditating?” 

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion. 

“It has helped Vulcan’s for generations. Why you think it woul-” 

“Because I don’t subscribe to the idea that I need to suppress my emotions.” You focused your attention on your meal as you projected your thoughts into his mind. 

“A bit of suppression might benefit you.” 

“And a bit of expression might benefit you,” you responded in turn. 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. 

“See, don’t you feel better?” You took another sip of soup. “And I did meditate.” 

“You could have just said that.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

He rested his hands on the table. “It appears you are also feeling better.” 

“I’m starting to.” 

“Good.” His head turned as something else in the room caught his attention. “Excuse me. I need to converse with the Captain for a moment. I will be back.” 

You gave him a quick nod of recognition. He returned it and walked off. You focused your attention on your soup. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in your mouth. If you focused hard enough, everything else would fade into the background. At least that’s what you hoped would happen. 

Instead, a voice cut through your soup thoughts, “There you are.” 

You looked up to find Leonard smiling down at you. Glancing around, you saw that he was alone.

“I thought you were giving Jo a tour,” you said. Your voice sounded odd even to your own ears; horst and hallow.  

“I was. Just dropped her off to work on homework. When she saw you weren’t there anymore, she made me promise I’d find you and make sure you’re okay.” 

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 

“Jo’s worried you’re going to be attacked by a salt vampire.” 

“I think those safety lectures of yours did more harm than good,” you told him, dropping your chin to look straight ahead. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” 

You stiffened at the pet name. 

“Look worn slap out.” He put a hand on your shoulder. 

The images of his thoughts filled your mind, perfectly formed. You jerked away before you had time to process any of them. You couldn’t deal with anyone else in your head today. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

He didn’t deserve the sharpness in your tone. You knew that, but you couldn’t stop it from being there. Full and biting. 

Leonard held his hands up to show you he wasn’t going to touch you again. “I thought we got over you making me the bad guy when I let you into my head the other night.” 

“No one’s making you the bad guy.” You rested your forearms on the table so you could lean towards him. “Do you have to react dramatically to everything?” 

“I’m not the one who almost bit someone’s head off for putting a hand on your shoulder.”

“Expecting you to respect my boundaries is not biting your head off.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve never met a boundary you wouldn’t cross.” 

You pulled your chin in and raised your brows. “I beg your unbelievable parton?” 

“You brought my twelve-year-old to a starbase!” 

You rolled your eyes and leaned back. “I have to hand it to you, Doctor. you can hold on to things for an exceptionally long time.” 

He crossed his arms. “You could start an argument with an empty house, you know that?” 

“You wouldn’t even need the house.” 

“I can’t do this right now. Find me when you’re done yo-yoing me around.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he started back towards the door.

“Oh come on, Doctor. I already know how good you are at walking away. Show me something new.” 

He ignored your harassment and your eyes followed him out into the corridor. Then you dropped your head to your arms with a groan. 

“You ‘let yourself into his head’?” Spock repeated the phrase as closely as he could in Vulcan.

Stifling the urge to groan, you lifted your head just enough for you to be able to peak over your arms and stared up at your brother. 

“What does that mean?” After spending three days with other Vulcan’s his accent was stronger than it had been. It made you realize in retrospect how much his time in Starfleet had affected it. His consents were tighter. His vowels moved at a different pitch. You wondered if he was aware of how much he had changed.

“Nothing,” your Vulcan words were muffled slightly against your sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Silently, he sat down across from you. He carefully folded his hands on the table and straightened up, watching you. 

“Don’t do this,” you grumbled. 

“Don’t sit down with you?” 

“No, don’t do that silent judgy thing you do right before we get in a fight.” 

“I do not have a silent judgy thing.” 

“I can feel the angry thoughts churning in your head.” 

“Anger is a human emotion.” 

You rolled your eyes and dropped your head again. “Just say what you want to say.” 

“I have nothing to say.” 

You scoffed but didn’t look up. 

“You are going to do what you want to regardless of what I say. I don’t know why I ever bothered trying to give you advice.” 

“Advice?” Now you lifted your head fully. “You told me to avoid the doctor completely. How am I supposed to do that without offending his family, who are some of my closest friends? I’m his daughter’s third emergency contact. It goes Donna, then Fred, then me, then Leonard. Do you expect me to just leave him out of the loop in the case of an emergency with his own child?” 

“Of course not.” 

You pulled your shoulders back so he could get the full effect of your ‘so then what’ expression. 

“There are many other forms of relationships between avoiding entirely and performing intimate telepathic bonds together.” 

“If it’s so intimate-” It was incredibly intimate. You knew that. “-why do you use it on what are essentially criminals.” 

“Sometimes it is necessary to cross that boundary for the good of the many.” 

“And sometimes it’s necessary for the good of the one.”

His brows lowered at your flip of the traditional Vulcan motto. 

“He was suffering. I wasn’t just going to sit there when I could help.” You leaned back in your seat. “I thought you wanted me to avoid him because you feared I would pick a fight. I thought you would be pleased that we’re are… getting along.” 

“You appear to be managing to do both.��� 

“Why does this bother you so much?”

“You have a tendency to,” he hesitated as he searched for the right words, “become emotionally invested. Were that to happen with a member of this crew who is less than understanding of many of your Vulcan traits it could become difficult for that person to continue working with me.” 

“You’re professional relationship is so fragile that my forming a friendship with him would create difficulties?” 

“Not for me alone. Your brash, unregulated emotions have gotten you into trouble before. Combining them with the doctor’s could create complications.” 

“I am not combining emotions with the doctor.” You stood up. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business. I can combine whatever I want with whomever I want.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Well, I was going to go get some tea, unless you’re worried that I’ll run into the head engineer on the way to the replicators and become emotionally invested.” You didn’t wait for a response before walking away.

The light from the replicator stung your over tired eyes but you didn’t look away. It seemed the easiest place to look.

“Brothers, huh?” a nearby voice asked. 

You turned to see Jim still sitting at the table, a PADD in one hand and a mug in the other. 

“Brothers,” you agreed, grabbing your tea from the machine. 

“Always disappointed about something. I swear I don’t know why mine’s mad at me half the time,” he joked. 

“That must be nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m my experience with Spock he usually has a good, logical reason for everything he does and says.” 

“And in your experience with brothers?” you asked. 

“They usually mean well.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “Even if they’re doing the wrong thing.” 

“Are you speaking as someone with a brother or someone who is a brother?” you asked. 

“Both.” He set his PADD down. “But mostly someone with a brother. I’m a great brother.”

You smiled at his playful cockiness. 

“Can I ask you another question?” 

“Of course.” 

“What’s a yo-yo?”

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[bi-bard]

I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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[trek-tracks]

Come on, Spock, what mysterious relative is it this time?

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[diangelosdays]

wylan and the other crows

#basically how i imagine wylan spends time with the other crows #matthias is helping him reach a chemical on a high shelf hhhh #wylan van eck #wesper #six of crows #soc #this has been sitting on my ipad for WEEKS #i wanted to finish this and clean it up but i really have no time #shadow and bone s2 #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #wylan van sunshine #wesper fanart #kaz and wylan #six of crows fanart #soc fanart #sab #shadow and bone #art #fanart #grishaverse #grishaverse fanart #jack wolfe #yes im still drawing them as theyre portrayed in the show sorry i just rlly like the actors