#dr lance sweets x reader

[byersbootyshorts]

Missed Reservation (L.S.)

You and Lance get a little distracted before your Valentine’s Day dinner reservation, meaning you end up having to order takeout.

Word Count: 2,126

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!Lance, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, eating (pizza, not the other thing you're thinking about you filthy whores), language

yes, I wrote this instead of finding myself a real Valentine's date

Lance knocked on your door as you were just finishing doing your hair. You swore under your breath as you looked at the time and saw that you were running slightly behind. It was your first Valentine’s Day as a couple and Lance was way too enthusiastic about it. He’d booked a reservation in a restaurant that you deemed way too expensive for either of you to afford. But, you thought it was cute that he’s made such an effort and you didn’t want to ruin it for him by being late. Wrapped in a black satin robe, you walked hastily to the door.

“Hey, sorry I’m running behind,” you sighed, inviting him in.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll still make it on time,” Lance replied optimistically.

“I just have to pull on my dress and we can go.” You gave him a quick kiss before rushing back to your bedroom. You already had your make up on and your hair was done. Pulling on a dress would only take a minute.

Absentmindedly, Lance followed you into the room. He took a seat on the edge of your bed and fiddled with his tie.

“You gonna watch me change, pervert?” you joked. You didn’t care if he saw you in your underwear for a minute. He’d seen you in a lot less before.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said, shifting his position so that he was facing away from you.

You chuckled, walking over to him so he could see you once again. “I’m kidding, sweetheart,” you smiled down at him and began to untie the robe. You slowly pulled it off your shoulders, revealing a brand new bra you’d bought for the occasion. Lance ogled up at you, shamelessly eyeing the red laced garment. You let the robe drop to the floor and that’s when Lance noticed your panties, the same shade of red and pattern of lace as the bra.

“You know I was saving this for later,” you said, noticing his eyes flick between the two pieces of the matching set. “I guess we can call this a sneak peek.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, involuntarily reaching for your waist.

“And you’re getting ahead of yourself,” you replied, intercepting his hand. You pulled it up to your mouth and kissed it. “But thank you,” you mumbled.

You turned away from Lance to face your wardrobe. You already knew which dress you were going to wear so it was only a matter of pulling it off the hanger, undoing the zip and pulling it onto your body. It was tight, but not in a bad way. It hugged your curves flatteringly, the scarlet colour bringing out your complexion.

The last thing you had to do was zip the dress back up. But it was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. You didn’t struggle with it for long before you realised you had someone who could assist you.

“Lance, could you zip me up?” you asked, pulling your hair to the side and bringing your back into his view.

“Of course,” he said, practically jumping off your bed and moving towards you.

His warm hand skimmed your back as he reached for the delicate zipper. But, instead of hearing the sound of the zipper closing up the fabric, you heard Lance’s breath behind your ear. He exhaled, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine.

Then, his lips gently brushed the back of your neck, his hands abandoning their place on the zipper and landing on your hips. He moved to the right side of your neck and began kissing a trail up to your jaw. You craned your neck to accommodate him, shutting your eyes for a moment before coming to your senses.

“Lance, we don’t have time for this,” you said. But, despite your insistent tone, you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t pull away. And neither could he.

“We can be quick,” he mumbled into your neck, sending a second sensation of shivers through you.

“Dr Brennan pulled a lot of strings to get us a table at that restaurant.” You were trying to convince yourself as much as him to pull away.

“Like I said, we’ll be quick.”

You let out an exasperated sigh before turning around to face Lance. You smiled at his tie, It was pink with little red hearts on it. “That’s a stupid tie,” you smirked, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you. “I think you should take it off.”

“My underwear have little hearts on them as well. You want me to take them off too?” Lance said, looking down at your lips. You chuckled, shaking your head before you pulled his tie even closer towards you. Your lips connected hungrily. Lance wasted no time in pushing his tongue against your lips. You obliged, parting your lips and deepening the kiss. At the same time, you began to undo his tie, pulling it off and discarding it on the floor.

You didn’t break away as you began undressing each other. You started to unbutton Lance’s shirt while he slipped your (still unzipped) dress off your shoulders. You dropped your arms for a moment, allowing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving you standing in your underwear once again. When you brought your hands back up to continue with the buttons you found that Lance had finished them for you.

You slowly moved your lips from Lance’s lips to his jaw, sucking on it as you undid his belt. He moved his hands from your waist to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down frantically, kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time.

Finally, you lifted you lips from his jaw and took a step back. His lips, some of his cheek, and his jaw were stained with your red lipstick. You liked that. It made him look like he was yours. Then, your eyes flicked down to his boxers.

“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” you laughed, noticing the little red hearts on his black underpants.

“Nope,” he said proudly. “Hey, look, we match.” Lance pointed at your underwear and then his. Sure enough, the red hearts on his boxer perfectly matched the shade of red of your laced lingerie.

“You know, it’s usually the woman that wears the fancy underwear on Valentine’s Day,” you explained.

“Yeah, well, I’ve decided not to conform to societies’ stereotypical social norms,” Lance replied, raising his brow.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned, slowly edging him towards the bed and pushing him down onto it. “Are there any more of societies’ stereotypical social norms that you’d like to eschew tonight, Dr Sweets?” you asked, towering over him.

“Hmm, I can think of a few,” he replied, grabbing your hips and pulling you down on top of himself.

Your lips connected again, both of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouth. Lance moaned as you began to move slowly back and forth on his crotch, rubbing the fabric of your underwear together. His hands moved from your back to his waistband, desperate to free his cock from the material. When you realised what he was trying to do you pulled away from him and straightened yourself up so you were sitting on his thighs.

“Want some help with that?” you asked, looking down at the bulge in his heart speckled boxers.

“Please,” he breathed.

You slowly looped your finger into the waistband. Your touch tickled his stomach and you felt it tense. Lance let out a long sigh when you pulled down his underwear, his dick springing up in the absence of the fabric. He then reached for your own underwear, pulling longingly on the delicate lace.

“Hey, I paid a lot money for these. And I bought them for your benefit,” you said, taking his hands from your panties and placing them on your thighs. “They stay on.”

Lance nodded in understanding. You felt his grip on your thighs tighten. He was getting impatient. You thought about whether you should leave him squirming for a while or give him relief. Then you remembered that you still had a dinner reservation to attend. So, you lifted yourself up, pulled the red panties to one side, and sat on Lance’s dick.

You both moaned from the initial friction. You gripped Lance’s shoulders, running your fingers along his scars. After a few seconds you began to fall into a rhythm, grinding slowly up and down. You noticed Lance shamelessly staring at your tits, enclosed in the dark red lace.

“You’re so hot,” he groaned, slowly sliding his hands up towards your chest.

“You could at least tell me that to my face,” you said, lifting his chin with your finger so his eyes locked onto yours. But you could still feel his fingers practically itching to touch your chest.

“You want to touch my tits,” you asked, still bouncing on his dick.

“Yes please,” he whined.

“Yes please, what?” you said sternly.

“Yes p-please, ma’am,” Lance stuttered.

You tried your best to keep your composure. You were a sucker for him calling you that. It made you feel like you were in charge. Which, of course, you were.

“Ok, then,” you said, grabbing his hands and placing them on your chest. “But remember, this stays on,” you indicated to the bra. Lance’s face fell slightly but a smile reformed on his lips when your threw your head back as he squeezed your tits.

You grinded harder onto his dick, a moan erupting from him with every thrust.

“We are going to be so late for dinner,” you said casually, moving your hands from Lance’s shoulders to his hands, grabbing them of your breasts and pinning them down on either side of his head.

“I don’t care,” Lance mumbled breathily.

“I thought you had everything all planned out,” you whispered in an attempt to supress your moans.

“I don’t care,” Lance repeated. “I just want you.”

You carried on riding him. The only sounds were your moans, blending together in the cramped room, and the occasional creak of your bed as it swayed back and forth.

“Shit,” Lance whimpered. His hands gripped yours tightly as he began to shake. You knew what that meant.

“It’s ok, baby,” you told him, feeling your stomach begin to tense as Lance’s dick twitched inside you. “Do it.”

Lance’s mouth fell open and he let out a loud moan as he came. You bit your lip, feeling him spill out inside you as you came as well.

“I love you,” Lance breathed, repeating it over and over again as you rode him until you were satisfied.

When you stopped grinding on him you leaned down slowly and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you too,” you smiled.

You rolled off him and both of you lay in silence for a moment. When you finally caught your breath you said, “I think we definitely missed our reservation.”

“Well, I think I had more fun here than I would’ve had at some fancy restaurant I can hardly afford,” Lance smirked.

You shook your head and chuckled. “We still have to eat,” you reminded him.

“How about we just order pizza and eat it here,” he suggested.

“Yeah, ok,” you agreed. “But if you get any pizza sauce on my white sheets I will literally kill you.”

“Hmm, death threats. What a wonderful Valentine’s Day gift,” Lance joked, sitting up and grabbing his phone to order food.

When the food arrived you looked for a movie to watch while Lance went to the door. He returned with the box of pizza and sat down on the bed. You spread your legs and he stationed himself between your thighs, his head using your stomach as a pillow.

You decided upon a shitty romcom and ended up talking through most of it. You finished the pizza and applauded Lance for not staining your bed sheets.

“Did you really think I would,” he asked.

“Need I remind you of the time you spilled wine on my new couch?” you retorted.

Lance laughed shortly. “No you need not.”

You sat in silence for a while as the movie ended. When the credits began to roll you felt Lance’s arm begin to caress your leg. He kissed your inner thigh gently and you started to run your hands through his hair.

“You know, we didn’t order any dessert,” Lance said coyly, his tongue lightly brushing the skin of your thigh.

“What are you insinuating, Lance?” you smirked, pulling on his hair slightly.

“Can I?” he asked, turning around so his face was level with your red panties.

You nodded down at him, pulling aside the fabric as he desperately tucked into his dessert.

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[shelbgrey]

Dating Lance Sweets Headcanons:

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: Headcanons about Lance dating Hodgins' little sister.

A/n: I'm on a roll with my Lance content, I love this man. Also there might be some nsfw content so be aware.

🩵MasterList 🩵Dating Lance mood board

I think you guys would be clueless to your feelings, like they're obviously there and everyone can see It expect you two.

You two became best friend first and guys spent so much time trying to get Booth and Bones together, you didn't relize the feeling you had for each other.

Booth noticed first, the leangering glances Lance would give you, how his eyes would light up everytime you entered to room. In Booth's words Lance was a love-sick puppy.

You were just the same, your brother Hodgins knows you like the back of his hand so he'd notice how you'll smile when you talk about Lance or how you just turn bright red in his presence.

You kinda just always had missed opportunities and your friends were getting sick of it, your the 'mom' of the group dispite you being one of the youngest, so your always trying to help everyone else find their happiness.

“why don't you just tell him how your feel?” Angela asked one day. You didn't know how to respond.

He confessed first... It was on the day he thought he was gonna lose you forever. The Gravedigger buried you in the car with Hodgins.

He didn't leave your side when you got taken to the hospital. “please don't leave me... I love everything about you even the things I don't like.. God I love you”

The rest was history... You guys ended up together quicker than Bones and Booth... Apparently there was a bet going around the Jeffersonian on which couples would end up together first, I'll tell ya Cam lost a butt load of money to Hodgins.

Anyway, he's the Sweetest boyfriend you'll ever find. Your the best thing that ever happened to him.

It won't take long for him to open up about his time in foster care and the abuse he endored. You'd hold him as a few stray tears would leave his eyes.

He would talk about the parents he did end up with in the end a lot. The older couple showed him what love was and he was greatful for it. He'd always say how much his adopted mother would love you. “she would have loved you”

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He loves it when you kiss him on the cheek It's always innocent and loving, and a quick way to love on him even if you're in public or at work.

We can't gloss over the nose, It's super cute gester he loves doing. He thinks is adorable to watch your nose scrunch it up when he press his lips to it, but that just makes you cuter in his eyes.

And maybe he'll just nuzzle his nose to yours... I think it's Eskimo kisses or something, whatever it is it's a cute motion of love he loves doing.

He can be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

Sometimes if your not busy at the Jeffersonian he'll call you up so you can keep him company in his office, you'll just curl up in his lap while he dose paper work.

He loves it when you curl up on his lap and loves it when your fingers run through his hair or massage his scalp while he's working or your just cuddling.

He hangs out at your office in the Jeffersonian a lot too, sometimes he could be pest(you'll never tell him that nor will you tell him to go away) but you love the company and he's always there to help you with evidence.

Oh, since he's a Shrink is basically impossible for you to lie to him, but he's easy to talk to. I think that you talking to him as your boyfriend and not a psychiatrist helps a lot too.

“I know when your lying”

“because your and Shrink or because your my boyfriend?”

“both” he responded.

God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.

He loves your eyes, He loves how innocent and beautiful they looked, they're so gentle to him.

When he talks about you, they just know he's in love. Booth tease him saying he has drool or heart eyes.

“Booth, did you know she has like five smiles?”

“is this a Shrink thing or 'I'm so in love' thing?” he'll ask but still want to know. He's happy Lance finally found someone.

“she has this one smile when she finds something funny and there's one when she's just talking about her friends.. There's this cute little smile she gets when I compliment her... It's my favorite, she's cute when she gets all shy”

He's very protective of you, he not a violent person in the slightest but if someone caused you harm he'll tear the world down.

He's so afraid of losing you, your the best thing that's ever happened to him and he doesn't want to screw it up. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that.

Your always resuring him that your always gonna be by his side. With that I think he's secretary insecure, he's never really had anyone drool over him like girls do Booth, so your always telling him how handsome he is.

“your so Handsome, have I ever told you that?”

He just the same way with you, always telling you your perfect or beautiful. Sometimes you feel a little bit out of his league, but there's no one he'd rather be with than you.

He leaves love notes every where for you to find, sometimes it will be on your mirror, sometimes in the book your reading at the time, no matter what your always finding his sweet messages.

You have a folder in your office with every single post-it, scratch paper, card, anything with a love note you kept.

It's the small things that matter most. He loves dancing with you to your favorite songs. It brings a softer side to your guys chaoic lives.

Your Song is 'Can't help falling in love' by Elvis Presley.

He teaches you how to play chess, you show interest in playing the game after watching him play dozens of them during a case involving a chess club. You would copy his stratagies, but you still couldn't really figure it out. He beat you everytime.

He finds it both frustrating and adorable that you have nicknames for the pieces. The most famous ones are 'little horseys' or 'the skinny castles'

Sometimes he'll let you win just so he can see you smile and do a little victory dance.

“how about we play checkers, I'm good at checkers” you said dumping the chess board.

You beat him at checkers everytime.

You love hearing him play piano, he'll learn your favorite songs and play them for you. You talked him into teaching you how to play, it's a great way for you to spend time together.

But if he's in the right mood he'll mess with you.

“I can't concentrate when you do that” you laughed. He was standing behind you while his hands moved around you. “doing what?” he said, kissing your neck.

He goes all out with dates rather if it's a night out or in. If it's a movie night he'll get all your favorite snacks and movies and make a comfy theater for you to cuddle in. If it's a night out he'll take you anywhere your heart desires.

A/n: this is just my headcanon for me and him: he'll remember the small things, like you mentioned you loved Elvis and have never be to Graceland. This man will keep the trip a secret, make sure you both have time off work and he'll suprise you. Hell, he might even propose to you there.

He has alot of nicknames for you, but the most common one is Baby or Honey.

Your nickname for him is Sweetie or Sweetheart, it goes with his last name and you refuse to call him Lancealot.

Speaking of Lancelot... The girl that calls him that causes a bit of commotions for you. Daisy had a huge crush on him(in this universe they never dated) and she's tied her hardest to be with him. Lance is faithful to you and told her fermly that he'd never betray you. She didn't let up for a while and even tried to use your inncecurites against you.

After Lance saw your tears and heard you question everything he quickly put a stop to everything.

He'll notice the little things, like how the only gummies you'll eat is gummy sharks. You don't like the worms because they remind you of snakes and the bears are too cute to eat.

Speaking of sharks and the ocean, Angela made you a vertical aquarium for the screen in your office after the case involving the lion fish.

Sometimes you and Lance will set infront of it relaxing while you watch the fish.

If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to be the little spoon. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.

You love his curls and you'll play with his hair any chance you get. It's a very comfterting feeling to him so he's neve apposed to it.

I don't think he'd waist much time when it comes to proposing to you. He knew you were the one the second he met you, of course he'll let your relationship grow and strangthen but he'd definitely bought a ring seven months into the relationship.

He'll carry the ring around everywhere too, without you knowing too. If there's a perfect moment to do it he'll have it on hand.

And you know Booth helped him pick out the ring.

Speaking of Booth and Bones, those to took you under their wings, Booth is your best friend and your adopted big brother. Temperance loves you to and you got her permission to call her Bones.

NSFW headcanons:

He tries his hardest to be romantic all the time, during sex especially. He wants you to know just how much he loves and adores you.

He's the most loving person during sex, hell he is all the time. He'll also try his best to make it as romantic as possible, if not he's always holding you close and kissing you so you know how much he loves you.

Your pace all depends on your moods honestly. Usually it's slow and loving, everything moves so quickly in his life so it's nice to just savor moments like this. But if you get him riled up or push the right buttons that switch will be flipped in seconds.

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his curls rather your tugging or just playing with it.

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

He's not opposed to hearing your praises either, he wants to know how good he's making you feel.

He's a soft Dom and he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

I think he'll feel most a power if your in his office and he has you bend over his desk or maybe your just setting on top of it, getting railed.

I think he needs to keep eye contact and just feel you as close as possible, so if your on his desk your facing each other. He loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer as he rams into you.

There has been a couple of times Booth has walked in on you, he'll hear the desk legs scratching aginst the floor and things falling. Safe to day Booth has lernd to knock.

“Lance he just saw us!” you panted.

“I was too busy to notice” he said kissing your shoulder.

So there's alot of office sex with him, they're mostly quickies which aren't his favorite but he's never apposed to it.

Speaking of which, he refuses to refer sex as 'fucking', he thinks is degrading towrds you so it's just sex or 'making love' in his vocabulary.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need and when. After your both cleaned up and he makes sure your okay he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle, my boy needs cuddles after sex.

#Lance Sweets #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets Headcanons #Lance Sweets imagines #Dr. Sweets #Bones headcanons #Bones #Jack Hodgins #Jack Hodgins x reader #Headcanons #Bones imagines

[call-signvalkyrie]

Not me dreaming about Lance Sweets when I'm in love with Seely Booth

#dr lance sweets #bones tv show #seely booth #lance sweets x reader

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Dr Sweets to the Rescue (Y/N Hotchner x Dr Lance Sweets - platonic)

Prompt: 'I wish they didn't save me'

Warnings: I don't really know how to word the warning but reader wishes he wasn't saved, talks of funeral, grief, coping with loss

Word count: 325

“I wish they didn’t save me.” You sighed, you may as well be honest with him, he’d see right through you anyway.

“Why’s that?” He asked, he tilted his head. It was his signature ‘I’m paying attention and I want you to know that I’m paying attention’ position.

“It would have been easier…”

“For you or the team?” He asks, normally, he’d have a pen in hand ready to take notes – but you had asked him to keep it off the record.

“Everyone.”

“You think it would have been easier for the team if they didn’t make it in time?” He furrows your eyebrows, “Who was the first one to find you?”

“Aaron,”

“You think it would have been easier for your brother to see his little brother dead?” You don’t answer, eyes firmly locked on your hands. “You think it would have been easier for the team to have to bury you? For your brother and boyfriend – and your friends – to carry your coffin?”

“They’d get over it,” You shrugged.

“(Y/N), that isn’t something you just get over,” He argued, "That is something that would stick with them for the rest of their lives."

“I thought therapists were supposed to be nice,”

“I am being nice. And that doesn’t apply when you’re also friends,” Sweets says with a laugh. “But I’m being honest, you knew I would be, that’s why you agreed to meet.”

“I know,” You mumble. “I just feel like my existence has made everything so much more complicated.”

“That’s normal after something like this,”

“I just, we get into situations like this all the time, I should be fine. Everyone else is fine when they go through something-”

“That you know of.” Sweets’ interjects, “They’re okay as far as you know. Everyone has hidden pain,”

“Well, it seems like I need to get better at hiding it then.”

"No, that's very clearly not what I'm saying,"

"That's what I'm hearing."

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

healing. ( lance sweets x reader )

When Temperance learned the truth about her father and brother, Russ, who she later learned was actually Kyle, led her to you, hoping her presence would save you from the path you had carved for yourself. You followed your father's footsteps partly, focusing on corruption and Kyle always kept track of you, and when he heard you were in the city, he encouraged Temperance to find you and help you start anew as he had tried to do.

Your crimes weren't traceable, only through confession could a link be made, you were clever in that sense. However, you and Kyle were close and he knew what signs to follow to find you and he went with Temperance and Seeley to find you.

"She'll know she's being followed, so just keep your eyes open."

The more she learned about you the more Temperance began to question whether it was a good idea to track you down when you went to extraordinary lengths not to be found. When he learned you were a highly dangerous skilled assassin with decades of experience, Seeley had warned her that she might not like what she found but supported her when she was determined to find you.

The trio walked towards the apartment and Seeley pulled Temperance behind the car when the top floor exploded, glass falling onto the street. Kyle sighed when he saw the flames, looking at his younger sister, pausing when he noticed you across the street. Your eyes met and within seconds you were making a quick escape.

"Y/N!" He called after you, crossing the street.

Seeley and Temperance followed, keeping up with his sprint, and you entered an alley, disappearing from view. Kyle looked around, trying to find you, shouting, "I just want to talk!"

A few anxiety-filled moments later, Booth was taken down, your heel against his throat, his gun aimed at his chest. Your gaze was icy as you looked at your older brother. "You brought an FBI agent here to talk?" You cocked the weapon and pressed your foot farther into his neck.

"Don't!" Temperance stepped forward. "Don't shoot him. He's with me."

You raised an eyebrow at her, "And who are you?"

"Joy," Kyle spoke up, a small smile forming on his lips having seen how attached you were before Joy went missing. "It's really her."

You dragged Booth to his feet, pressing the gun against his back, twisting his arm until he was forced to kneel.

"Look at her eyes," Kyle continued. "It's her."

You held the brunette's gaze, her wide eyes misty as you pressed the gun into her partner. After a few tense moments you released Booth and he turned, eyebrows rising when you held out his gun, slowly taking it from you.

You stepped towards Temperance with furrowed brows. "I know you. You wrote a book."

"I did." She nodded.

You stared at your sister with a small smile forming on your lips. "You're really her, aren't you?" You whispered in disbelief.

Before she could respond you had brought her into a hug and Kyle smiled, meeting your gaze over her shoulder when she returned it. You pulled away moments later, turning to Seeley.

"You work with the FBI." You looked at Kyle and Temperance. "Dr Temperance Brennan. I've seen you. I never paid much attention before, but," You trailed off, shaking your head. "I can't believe it's really you."

When Kyle was seven he recalled your father telling him, never to call himself Kyle again, changing identities to Russ while you became Y/N. You were protective of Joy - Temperance - when she was young, despite being the youngest sibling, right until the very end. When your mother died, you left, your father failed to keep the three of you together, and while you received a phone call now and then from Kyle who checked in to make sure you hadn't gotten yourself killed since Joy was taken into state care, you were off the grid.

You looked at Seeley, "I suppose this is the part where you arrest me. I'd start with arson."

It was a light sentence when tallied with the full list of your crimes, but it was a start. Your influence with judges left you on house arrest, staying with Temperance while a colleague of hers, Dr. Sweets, became your therapist. You knew he was anxious about meeting you given your history, but you knew immediately that he would be persistent. You weren't thrilled with the idea of daily check-ins, but when you tried to keep him at arm's length he happily stayed in silence. And after two weeks he finally made a breakthrough, getting you to confide in him.

Patient-doctor relationships were forbidden. Judgment became clouded, and while Lance was under no illusion of who you were, and what you had done, he found himself empathizing with you as you spoke about the anger you felt and the turmoil you endured after your mother's death. You told him about living in a city on your own, always moving around, stealing wallets to pay for a bus to move between cities. You found a job at a café and eventually got an apartment, but your past training always followed. You enhanced your skills, and finally at age sixteen, you killed for the first time.

Despite who you were, then and now, as you spoke, Lance could see the pain, and hear the fear you felt at that time. Living alone in the darkness, the vengeful angel.

It was nearing the end of the first month living with Temperance, that his judgment became clouded, admiring your strength while horrified by what you had done, yet unable to see that person when he was sitting across from you in the living room.

He could see how much simpler life had been when you were on your own, but now you were surrounded by family, your brother checking in every day now that you had a permanent address, regret was building inside you and you had no idea how to control it.

The topic of your mother was a touchy one. And Lance knew after two sessions, the reason why. You felt she would be disappointed, horrified, and it was leading to self-loathing, and he knew you would become a flight risk.

So when you disappeared, he was not surprised, nor was he concerned. Temperance was worried, confused as she had felt things were great having you around, even if you still called her Joy now and then. She hadn't minded. Seeley however was prepared to put together a man hunt until Lance told him it was unnecessary. He knew where you would be.

He approached where you stood on looking out at Lake Anne, Seeley and Temperance on their way. He put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, standing next to you.

"How did you know I'd be here?" You asked after a few moments.

"You described it to me. I looked online and knew this was what you described." He turned his head to look at you as you stared at the water. "They're on their way."

You nodded slowly.

"Why did you come here?"

You met his gaze, a small smile forming on your lips and it unsettled him, as your eyes were dark with defeat. "While I normally like the way you know me so well," You took out a gun you had hidden under your jacket. "you really shouldn't have followed me, Lance."

"You don't have to do this." He heard Seeley and Temperance calling for him, and knew they were close by. "The pain you are experiencing will fade. You won't always feel like this. I promise. I can help you."

You placed a hand on his jacket, straightening the lapels, and sending him a smile. "Somewhere out there is someone who deserves it. But I'll never be them."

You held his gaze for a moment before taking him off-guard, kissing him, and suddenly everything else faded away. The yells got quieter, the sounds of birds sounded further away, and all he could feel was you.

And after a week of denying it, he knew his feelings for you were compromising his role as your therapist. That's why he hadn't seen the signs. He was too busy daydreaming. But in that moment his feelings gave him the adrenaline to save you.

He grabbed the gun from your hand and when you tried to knock him down the gun went off and he threw the weapon into the water. You scrambled to your feet, lips parting in shock as Seeley and Temperance arrived.

"What happened?"

You got to your feet, holding Lance's gaze, "You'll regret that."

"What are you doing out here?" Seeley spoke up. "You know what I have to do?"

You turned so your back was to Lance, smirking at the FBI agent, "You can try."

"Don't fight him." Lance moved closer until his chest was against your back, lowering his voice. "If not for yourself then for her."

You looked at Temperance, and Lance added, "And for me." You turned to meet his gaze and his eyes were pleading with you to go quietly.

You swallowed thickly, nodding before looking at Seeley. You stepped forward with your hands held out, wrists together as you smirked. "Take me to your leader."

He shook his head, handcuffing you and escorted you down towards the trek to the car. You looked at Lance who stayed behind to speak to Temperance, whose frown deepened as he spoke. His eyes met yours briefly before you looked away.

That kiss had changed everything.

A kiss goodbye became a kiss marking the fresh start you were granted. You wanted your own space and so you got an apartment to spend the rest of your years house arrest in, and Lance continued to visit daily.

A week later, you opened the door to allow him inside, he sent you a smile as he entered, seeing the furniture. He looked at you with a questioning glance and you shrugged, smirking as you headed to the kitchen.

"Is blackmail illegal?"

"Yes."

"Then it certainly wasn't that."

He shook his head, his lips lifting at the sound of your laughter, following you to the kitchen. You cooked at the stove and he fetched ingredients for you. That night you spoke at the dining table, discussing the case after your usual session and he knew you were working to find out who the killer was before Booth. It had happened before, proven by Temperance, much to the FBI agents chagrin.

Lance looked at the meal for a moment, and your smile faltered when you saw his expression. It was usually followed by unpleasant news.

"What? Is it the pasta?"

He shook his head, sighing as he sat straighter in his chair. "I have requested that you see another therapist. My judgment has become compromised, and I know you no longer feel able to speak as freely in consideration for my feelings. I am not able to be there for you in a professional capacity."

"I don't want anyone else." You told him. "If you go through with it, I'll kill them."

He knew you would if you wanted to, but he knew from the smirk on your lips you were joking. You had a dark sense of humour, one that made people uneasy, unsure if you were being threatening, but Lance had spent a hour with you every day for over a month and he had spent weeks learning the signs.

"Our professional relationship has become compromised. But don't worry, the doctor I requested is highly recommended."

You frowned, setting your fork on the plate. "So, this is goodbye?"

Lance knew the sound advice would be to stay away. But he knew he couldn't.

"I can still visit if you want me to."

You nodded, "I'd like that. Tempie is busy with work, I know she feels guilty about not seeing me as often. But I needed the distance. All this time wasted when I should have looked harder."

Lance shook his head, "You didn't know." He said. "But now that you do, you can be there for each other."

You sent him a small smile, "If you don't visit me I will break into your apartment."

Lance chuckled, and you continued eating. He left shortly after and you were left alone again, the apartment seeming so much bigger when he was gone.

Two months went by and Lance visited every few days, asking you about your sessions with the experienced therapist who worked over three decades in the field. You were more free now that the professional side of your relationship was gone and it wasn't uncommon that you cooked dinner, shared a bottle of wine as you caught up on each other's lives.

Lance arrived one evening as your therapist left, and he was pulled aside, warned that his presence was affecting your progress, and so he left without knocking on the door. You were upset that he hadn't explained, and when Temperance heard she confronted him in Seeley's office.

He was outside your apartment within the hour.

You ignored the sounds of him knocking on the door, stretching on the yoga mat, listening to his explanation through the door. You understood why his colleague had spoken to him, as your answer to how you felt about Lance had him very thoughtful for the remainder of your session.

"If I kill him, will you talk to me again?" You shouted across the room.

Lance was silent, before speaking a few moments later. "I can ignore his advice. But it would be -"

The door opened and you grinned as you pulled him inside. "Great! Coffee?"

He nodded, exhaling when you released his tie. You flattened out his tie and he held his breath when you tightened it slightly. "Don't ever avoid me." Your eyes held the vulnerability you were unable to explain. You had felt abandoned, and he regretted leaving your life without an explanation.

"I won't." He put his hands on your arms, holding your gaze as he made this promise and you smile but it wasn't as bright as it usually was, before leaving to the kitchen to brew coffee.

And Lance knew there was no turning back. He couldn't put himself, or you, through it again. He was already in too deep, the distance only serving to strengthen his feelings.

The next day he was informed that your therapist had decided that you go into a secure unit, but Lance fought that decision, keeping you in your studio apartment. You would never go quietly and he knew the best place for you to be was around family. Kyle visited more often and Temperance had invited you to dinner one night every week.

Time went by slowly when you were alone, but the next five months seemed to blaze by and your house arrest was lifted. You got a waitressing job and it became the place were everyone on the team went for coffee or lunch together.

You approached their table with a tray of beverages, and Lance knew from the smirk aimed at Seeley that it was going to be a lunch filled with mischief. You had seen how he felt about Temperance, and took it upon yourself to prank him now and then much to her amusement.

"And plain black coffee." You set the mug in front of him and he thanked you. You glanced at the mug then at the FBI agent who raised an eyebrow. He eyed the mug warily when you walked away and when you returned with their lunches, he was hesitant. The last time you smirked at him he had eaten a Carolina Reaper in his sandwich.

"How is everything?" You asked ten minutes later, checking in with them after tending to other customers.

"This is really good." Seeley spoke up and your smirk returned.

"Is it? Interesting." You pretended to write on your notebook as you walked away, leaving Seeley fearing what he had eaten.

"She is messing with you." Cam assured him.

Seeley examined his sandwich before setting it aside. "I'm not that hungry."

As they were paying, he loosened his tie and looked over at you as you gave Jack change for the bills he had given.

"What was in that sandwich?"

You acted innocent. "Nothing. Meat and cheese."

He groaned, knowing you would never admit to tampering or not tampering with it, and left, grumbling about eating somewhere else as he always did.

You smirked as he opened the door, calling out, "You may want to stop by the hospital!"

"Will you ever stop?" Temperance asked.

You shook your head, closing the cash register. "It's too entertaining."

"I second that." Jack chimed in, before leaving with Temperance who shook her head.

Lance stayed behind while the others left and you sent him a smile. "Don't worry, I put a little extra pepper on it. That's all."

He shook his head, "Do you want a ride home? I have some time."

You checked the clock before nodding, thanking him before going to get your jacket. The café was open all night, and you worked the graveyard shift, but four hours longer than the others so you could see your sister while she was working. And since it was close to the Bureau you frequently saw Lance every morning, his coffee prepared for his arrival.

He drove you to your apartment and you glanced at him now and then, wondering how to bring up the topic you had avoided for a week. "I'm moving."

He was taken back, but quickly found his words. "Where?"

You named the street and Lance knew it was farther away. Temperance would see you less, as would he, and the thought of not seeing you every morning before work, or when he was heading home, made him swallow down the prickle of heartache that was rapidly growing.

"That's...far away." He said.

"I have tonight off to see it one more time before I start moving in. Can you come with me?" You asked.

Lance nodded, "Sure. I'll drive."

You thanked him as he pulled up outside your apartment complex and you went inside, sending him a smile over your shoulder that took his breath away.

Seeley was the first to notice how Lance felt about you. The psychologist had tried to mystify your identity when he confided in him, but Booth knew all along that he was referring to you. Jack was the second to notice, and made remarks now and then during cases when you weren't around. Although he was comfortable in the presence of a former-assassin, he knew you could quickly switch back into who you were if provoked. Temperance was the last to know, and only realised when Booth had stated that Lance had feelings for you, hence his distance professionally.

And after nearly a year, he still kept his true feelings hidden from you, despite both Jack and Seeley suggesting to fight his fears and ask you out.

That night as he looked around the three bedroom house, Lance knew he couldn't try to convince you to keep your waitressing job for selfish reasons. It was a quiet neighbourhood where you could get away. The neighbours were friendly, and he didn't rush to correct the elderly couple when they mistook you both for a couple.

The one hour drive back to your apartment was spent in contemplative silence, though you hadn't minded. Although you were dying to know what he was thinking. When he parked outside you took off your seatbelt and turned to him. "We'll still see each other won't we?"

Lance nodded, although he knew it would be not as frequently. "Of course. And you have my number."

You nodded, smiling softly. "I wouldn't be here, with Tempie, if it wasn't for you. And I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me."

"It was noth-"

He fell silent when your lips grazed his, and his hand rose to your cheek when you kissed him. You leaned into his chest as your lips moulded tenderly, growing in passion and urgency until you pulled away.

"D-Do you want to have a drink? With me, I mean. A drink with -" You nodded, and he nodded, "Okay, great!" He kissed you and you smiled into the kiss, resting your forehead against his moments later when you pulled away.

"Your place or mine?" You asked.

"Mine." He replied. "I'll cook this time. Wednesday at seven thirty?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, a smile on your lips. "Perfect." You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before exiting the car and Lance held the steering wheel, exhaling his sudden burst of excitement, looking out the window, meeting your gaze as you smiled and waved. He returned the wave, waiting until you were inside before a grin took over his features.

He had a date.

It had been two weeks since that night and you had spent the rest of the night at his place. Lance looked up at the suburban house that you had spent a whole night in on two occasions, but never alone. He looked at the bottle of wine as he knocked on the door, a smile forming on his lips when you opened the door.

"Hi." You greeted, kissing his cheek. "Come on in."

You led him to the living room where Cam, Angela, Jack, Seeley and Temperance were sitting, the dining table filled with housewarming gifts.

The team had been busy with cases so after owning the house for two weeks, through means Lance and even Seeley refused to think about, you were finally having a housewarming party.

You entered the kitchen and he handed you the bottle of wine. You thanked him with a smile, tugging on his tie to bring him closer.

Lance looked over his shoulder, not wanting anyone to see, especially not Bones who he knew was frightening when riled up.

"You snuck out this morning." You tightened his tie slightly and he chuckled, remembering sleeping through his alarm, and rushing to his house then to work, arriving an hour late. "You should make it up to me."

"I will." He smiled, placing a hand on your cheek. "I promise."

You smiled when he leaned in, closing your eyes as his lips met yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his arms around your waist, bringing you closer.

"Hey, this is cute an' all but I need a refill!" Angela called out.

You shook your head when you pulled away and met his gaze as you laughed. You picked up the bottle of wine and headed into the living room. Lance occupied the armchair Jack had been sitting on until he moved to the floor, and you smirked when you saw his cheeks darken when you sat on his lap.

"You're dating?"

You were relieved Temperance had several drinks at this point, knowing in the morning you both would receive a lecture. You smiled, nodding at your sister, resting your cheek on his hair, ending his stammering.

Jack explained that he already knew, which led to money being exchanged and you shook your head as you met Lance's gaze. Your features softened when you saw the smile on his lips and leaned in when he placed a hand on your cheek, meeting him halfway, closing your eyes as your lips met.

"Do I need to buy a water pistol for you two?" Cam cut in and Lance pulled away.

"No, ma'am. I mean -"

You covered his mouth with your hand, seeing Cam's annoyed expression at his slip up. "Cam." You reminded him. You had seen first hand what happened when someone referred to her as ma'am and it wasn't pretty.

Lance sent you a grateful glance and placed an arm around your waist, looking down at you a few minutes later as you both sat on the edge, observing the others as they spoke. You felt his stare and sent him a smile, kissing his cheek.

You had come a long way in one year. And you knew it was all because of his love for you that you survived it. His guidance and support, everything you needed to make it through the guilt, the pain, and acceptance of your past, in order to move forward.

You knew there was only one way to describe it.

"I love you." You whispered.

He looked at you in surprise, a smile quickly forming on his lips at the confession. "I love you too."

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Match Maker II Lance Sweets X Reader

A/N : I think we need some more Lance Sweets fics around here, so this is my official attempt :))

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Dr. Sweets could be anything he wanted. He could get you to do anything. Which is why you were a squint and not an Agent. Say the right thing to you and you do whatever was needed. Lance knew it.

"Y/n! Glad I caught you!" Sweets stopped you before entering Booth's office. "Hey Lance. What can I do for you?" You had a long-time crush on the shrink, you assumed he knew. Being a psychologist and all. "I have the files from the Alabama case analyzed. Mind delivering them to Brennan when you head back?" He flashed his pearly whites at you. "Of course! Anything for you." You lightly flirted. Normally you'd clam up around Sweets and make a complete fool of yourself, but today you must have had a newfound confidence. "A darling you are." He disappeared down the hall to his office. Your heart fluttered; he called you darling.

"You are so easy Y/n." Booth chuckled, peaking his head out of his office. You frowned and looked at the agent. "How so?" Booth motioned for you to enter his office, closing the glass door once you did. You took in his office, looking at the hockey photo behind his desk and the photos of Parker. "You fold at the sight of him. Your demeanor changes when he enters the room. It's amazing how you got through that short conversation with him." You face flushed then blushed instantly. "I won't say anything if you don't want me to. But Sweets is totally oblivious to you." He opened emails on his computer. You shook your head. "Sweets wouldn't. It's just a harmless crush. I'll get over it by the time the snow thaws." You shrugged and went to the door. "I might not be a psychologist, but I can pick up on body language, Sweets doesn't reciprocate." You held onto the file Sweets gave you earlier and headed to the Jeffersonian.

You swiped your key card to enter the forensics platform to hand Brennan the folder. "The smells never get easier, do they?" You asked to no one in particular. "Not really." Angela laughed and pulled up photos of magnified bone chips. You studied them for a few minutes before looking back at the skeleton of the table. You asked Angela to zoom into the shins. There was still a few bits of muscle and flesh covering the body. "That looks like shin splints does it not?" You asked Cam. "Yeah, it does. Good job Miss L/n." "I know a lot of girls in my high school got shin splints during track. Coming off winter sports or an off season. They're cause from overworking or changing their exercise routine." You smiled proudly. Brennan nodded and looked at the exposed bones. "Very well." You ran back and forth between the bone room and Hodgins's lab trying to solve this murder.

"Ah Mrs. Sweets. What can I do for you this time." Hodgins smirked looking into his microscope. "W-what?" You fumbled. "I uh brought you some soil samples found in the muscles." You shook it off. Maybe you just misheard him. He grabbed the empty Petri dish from you and ran it through his machines. "It's gonna take a few minutes. So, you and Sweets huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I have no idea what you're talking about. There's nothing between us." You shifted uncomfortably. He nodded skeptically. His screen dinged with the results from the soils. "I'll leave you to your work." You quickly got away from the scientist.

"Alright squinty! Come on, Parker wants to see you." Booth ran into the bone room clapping his hand. You racked your mind for why Parker would wanna see you of all people. You're just a squintern. You only had a few real conversations with Parker when you first started at the Jeffersonian. He was a sweet kid, but he could be something else, either way you followed Booth to the Royal Diner.

"Y/n!" Parker ran up and hugged you. You hugged the young boy back and ruffled his hair. "Hey buddy!" Your smile quickly dropped when you saw Sweets sitting at the table. "What's he doing here?" You looked at Seeley panicking. Seeley threw his hands up in defense. "Parker invited him. Blame the kid not me." He slid into the seat next to Parker, forcing you to sit with Sweets. You may have mentioned to Parker that you had a slight crush on the shrink, but that was ages ago.

"Hey Y/n. Thank you again for running those papers for me." Sweets smiled. God you could have melted right there. "Oh yeah, of course." You chuckled and blushed. Seeley smirked. Go figure you couldn't have the confidence you did earlier when speaking to Lance.

"So, Dr. Sweets." Parker started. "Why doesn't my dad have a girlfriend yet." He asked innocently. You and Booth choked on your food / drink. You were laughing, Booth was embarrassed. "Parker!" Booth scolded. "Uh well. I think maybe you dad is just waiting for the right person to come along." Sweets tried not to offend Booth. He took it lightly. Parker smiled at you before asking Sweets, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Lance set his fork down and looked at the young boy. "I don't." You could have sworn he glanced at you. "Well, what about you Y/n? Do you have a boyfriend yet?" You took a deep breath. "No Parker I don't. The last one wasn't cool." You grimaced at the thought. A shit eating grin spread across his face; Seeley looked down proudly at his son. "So why don't you two get together then?" Sweets spit out his water and you turning a burning red.

"Well, uh I-" You started, completely flustered. You didn't imagine Parker trying to set you up or whatever. "Uhm, I think it would be a conflict of-" Lance started, focusing on you. "I can tell that Y/n likes you, and I think you like her too. I may be a kid, but I can definitely tell these things."

You and Sweets looked at each other for the first time during the outing. Your face still fiery red and his turning a light shade of pink. The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. You broke contact and looked back at Parker. "Yeah uh, respectfully, you're still just a kid Parker." You got up and hurried out of the Diner. Embarrassment flooded your whole body; you could not believe Parker. Sure, he was a kid, but he had no idea what he was doing.

"So, you just walked out?!" Angela shouted as you laid on her couch. "What was I supposed to do Ange? Admit that I like Sweets? No way." You laughed. You could imagine him turning you down and having to avoid him the rest of your life. "Sweetie, he smiled at you, that's gotta mean something." She played on the Angelatron.

You groaned and threw your hands over your face. "You know what it means? It means that Parker made me look like a fool and now Sweets has probably already done his shrink stuff on me and has made a pros and cons list. Let's face it. I have no realistic chance with someone as smart as Lance." "I beg to differ." You shot up as Sweets walked into Angela's room. He looked at her, asking her for a moment alone. She smiled at you and scurried out. "Don't- run out on me. Please." You bit down on your lip and avoided eye contact yet again. "What do you want?" You stood up and walked around the room. There was no way you were going to sit still. "Can we talk?" His eyes followed your body around the room. "Nothing to talk about." You deflected his questions. He analyzed your emotions and movements as you reacted to his questions.

"There's not need to be embarrassed or humiliated Y/n." "Not be embarrassed? Really? Parker basically outed me about my feelings about you. And you totally did your shrink shit." Your body shook with nervous energy. "I pray to my spirits and ghosts that you'd never have to find out. Because you know what's worse than you knowing? It's you rejecting me, and then I'd have to see you every day until one of us moves on or does something else. And I can't handle that." He grazed over to where you were standing and took your hands into his own, he tilted your head up to meet his eyes.

"Look at me." His voice was soft and sweet. You dragged your eyes to meet his. "I am not going to shrink you or make a list of pros and cons about you, you certainly don't have to pray to your supernatural spirits, and more importantly I'm not going to reject you." Your body relaxed as his arm held your body. Still tense in some parts, not completely believing in him yet. "What are you saying?" You voice was just above a whisper. Eyes flickering between his gorgeous eyes. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to your height.

"What I'm saying, Y/n, is that I like you. That I want to give us a chance." His lips connected with yours. You could have stayed like that for forever. His hand cupped your cheek and the other remained on your waist. Your hand laid on his neck and your opposite held onto his bicep. The only thing that pulled you away was a sudden roar of applause. Everyone from the Jeffersonian squints team, Booth, and Parker were cheering.

"It's about time." Clark exclaimed. You all looked at him with amusement. "I pay attention and keep my thoughts to myself." He shrugged and went back to the forensic platform. Sweets wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled down at you. You smiled back at Parker and mouthed 'thank you', he was pretty good at playing match maker.

#bones #temperance brennan #Brennan bones #seeley booth #angela montenegro #jack hodgins #caroline julian #lance sweets #dr. sweets #dr. Lance sweets #bones imagines #bones one shots #lance sweets imagine #zack addy #camille saroyan #fbi #parker booth #clark edison #bones cw

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I’m here

pairing ⁀➷ lance sweets x reader

word count ⁀➷ 750

summary ⁀➷ after a boy dies in his arms, Lance needs someone. And you’re the only one he wants to be with.

warnings ⁀➷ mention of death, light mention of trauma (lance), heartbreak (for daisy)

a/n ⁀➷ First of all please tell me if you think I missed a warning!! I always appreciate that. Second; I copied some parts from the episode (bones season 5 ep 15) so if it sounds familiar to you, that’s why. (also, I actually like Daisy, ngl it hurt a bit to hurt her feelings lmao)

part 1/2

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After the boy died in Lance's arms, something in him had changed. Not just the fact that a person - who told him he was cancer free, ready to live the life he always wanted - died in his arms. Sweets seemed changed, like his goal in life had shifted.

„Lance. What are you doing here?“ Daisy asked, surprised as she saw Lance entering the platform.

„I came to offer my services,“ he explained, „Earthquakes can cause psychological trauma.“

„Yes. For you baby,“ Daisy interrupted him, „What you've been through-„

„I'm fine, Daisy.“

Cam looked at him with a worried look, „Sweets, you saw somebody die.“ Anyone could see she hit right in the spot, when Sweets looked at the ground.

„I know my Lancelot. You needed to see me, didn't you?“ Daisy stepped forward towards Lance, but he backed up just a little. „No, I'm just trying to do my job.“ he distanced himself.

„Oh.“ Daisy's gaze was obvious and not only Cam but Dr. Brennan could see it.

Easing the tension a little, probably unintentionally, Dr. Brennan addresses Sweets, „Booth told you to go home. He knows about things like this, Sweets.“. „We'll call if we need you, I promise. We'll have Hodgins drive you home.“ Cam added in a caring tone. Lance nodded in thanks, before turning around to leave the platform.

„Bye, Lancelot.“ Daisy tried, only earning a short wave from him and a gaze from Dr. Brennan.

She seemed sad when he left just like that, but right now, this was not what he needed. What he needed was-

You felt a chest bump against yours, looking up you saw Lance. „Sorry, Lance.“ You backed a step away from him to give him space. Lance just shook his head. You knew what happened just a few hours ago. You knew Lance. The corners of his mouth had dropped, and his eyes had lost their sparkle. His usually red lips were completely pale. Lance looked terrible, terribly haunted.

„I'm here if you want, you know. You can call me if you need anything, food, talking… or just to not be alone.“. Lance closed the space between you two and hugged you. You could feel his heart beat, his arms pressing you against his chest, and his face in the crook of your neck. He needed to bend down a little to do so.

You bedded your head against his collar bone and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso. Lance smelled of his perfume and the scent surrounded you. It made you feel… so many things. Safe, calm, even loved. You quickly tried to get that last thought out of your head. You knew he and Daisy broke up, but still, you two were so close you didn't want to challenge that if he wasn't feeling the same.

„Note the victims clavicle.“ Brennan said. Daisy turned around as Cam added, „It's dented.“

„And blue.“ Daisy stated. „There's also a blue nick on the C7“. „Something blue pierced his clavicle and went through to the back of his neck.“ Cam added to what Brennan had said.

„That would've sliced through the carotid artery.“ she finished.

Brennan nodded, „Ms. Wick, take molds of the clavicle for a possible weapon, and swab the blue pigment for Hodgins.“ she instructed Daisy. But when Daisy turned around, she stopped short when she saw how Lance seemed to be holding on to you.

You seemed to steady him. She knew it was no longer going to work out between them, and she was glad you were able to give Lance what he needed, but it still ached. Dr. Brennan and Cam tracked her gaze. Cam smiled when she saw the two of you, but she also shared a sympathetic look with Dr. Brennan. They could all see how familiar you tow felt with each other.

„Thank you.“ Lance whispered against your neck, and you could feel a tear run down his face. „Please call me whenever you need me, no matter what time.“ you mumbled into his embrace. „Mhm, I will.“.

Once more Lance tightened his hug, before letting you go. Hodgins was already waiting for him at the entrance of the Jeffersonian to drive him home.

You looked after Lance, but you didn't dare to turn around. You knew that Dr. Brennan, Cam and Daisy were watching. And at that moment you realized just how intimate this situation had been.

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a/n: if you have any wishes / ideas for part 2 let me know!

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Control

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: BDSM

Description: Being in control was often integral to Dr. Lance Sweets' work, especially when it came to wrangling the wayward agents and scientists he shared a building with. Sometimes, however, it was important to hand someone else the reins. AKA he's so pathetic I can't NOT fuck him

Read it here on AO3!

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Sonder - The Wrecks Writing Challenge (Masterlist)

Hello!

This is a masterlist for my next writing challenge! It's going to be dedicated to "Sonder" by The Wrecks. If you haven't listened to the album yet, you need to. It's brilliant.

I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun planning it!

(Thank you to The Wrecks for making an album that was so easy to think of plots for)

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Sonder

How Come Your Truth Revolves Around You? Frederick Chilton X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: Someone can only work with Dr. Frederick Chilton for so long before they realize where his ambitions lie. Some people can't sit by and watch that.

I Love This Part

This is the Part Where You Recognize This Was Your Fault and You Made it Mine Kara Danvers X Reader (Supergirl) Summary: After getting sent away by the D.E.O, (Y/n) turns to one person that they trusted to never turn their back on their friends. However, the world is never that predictable.

Where Are You Now?

Where Are You Now? Emily Prentiss X Reader (Criminal Minds) Summary: Emily was (Y/n)'s first love. When she leaves without a goodbye, (Y/n) never thought they'd see each other again... until they start working together.

Don't Be Scared

Don't be Scared; This is the Life Oliver Queen X Reader (Arrow) Summary: (Y/n) didn't know what they were truly signing up for when Oliver became mayor and hired them After disagreements and arguments, (Y/n) starts to realize that their new job just might not work out.

Unholy

Open Your Eyes; Here Comes the Old Me Cal Roberts X Reader (The Path) Summary: After Cal's first major TV interview, an anonymous article is released describing manipulation at the hands of the man trying to recruit

Dystopia

We're on Our Way to Dystopia Eddie Lane X Reader (The Path) Summary: After his original crisis of faith, Eddie is on the search for answers. However, it is far too easy for the wires between answers and happiness to get crossed.

Unrequited

Unrequited Love Makes the Heart Grow Fonder Barry Allen X Reader (CW's The Flash) Summary: (Y/n)- and almost everyone else around them- was convinced that Barry and them were either together or on the way there. So, when Barry and Iris get together, there are a lot of questions from all angles.

No Place I'd Rather Be

I'll Plant My Soul, Just Take Me There Adam Raki X Reader [Adam (2009)] Summary: Adam gets offered a job in California and wants nothing more than for (Y/n) to go with him. (Y/n) just needs a good reason for uprooting their life.

Ugly Side

I'm Just Asking if I Can See You Lance Sweets X Reader (Bones) 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.

Normal

I Just Wanna Fall in Love Like Everybody Else Does Dean Winchester X Reader (Supernatural) Summary: Dean wants to try his hand at a "normal" relationship. His biggest fear is that his lifestyle and past will keep him from experiencing the one thing he wants more than anything.

Lone Survivor

I'm a Reckless Lone Survivor Alana Bloom X Reader (Hannibal) Summary: (Y/n) tries to warn Alana about Dr. Lecter's true nature. Alana doesn't take the warning seriously until it's almost too late.

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

What I Write For

Some Original Characters

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Hi, this post is all/stuff about me!

· My name is Wuggy(not irl). It is a nickname.

· I identify as girlflux, and I use she/they pronouns.

· I'm under the age of 15.

· I am a lesbian.

· I am ambiamorous(meaning that I don't care if i'm in a monogamous relationship or a polyamorous relationship).

· I'm a big feminist and I'm all for women's rights.

· I'm athiest.

· I love art and will post some of my art here.

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As I said I am under 15 so DO NOT send me anything that is for 18+ people otherwise I will block you.

If you send me ask's about topics like roe v wade, abortion rights, LGBTQIA+ rights, etc, etc, and SPECIFICALLY SAY that you want me and you to debate about that stuff, I will. Ps: leave something for me to know you by that way I don't get people mixed up.

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These are the fandom's i'm in and who I will write for, but please understand that I am not good at writing, and I will not always update because I lose motivation very easily.

· Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

Stolas, Stella, Octavia, Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Luna, Fizzarolli, Asmodues, Verosika Mayday, Charlie, Vaggie, Angle Dust, Husker, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Adam, and Lute.

· Voltron: Legendary Defender

Allura, Lance, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Shiro.

· My Little Pony

The mane six, and The princesses.

· My Hero Academia

Class 1A, Class 1B, The teachers, most pro heroes, and the League of Villains.

· Demon Slayer

Almost all of them.

· Death Note

Again, almost all of them.

· She-ra and The Princess of Power

All of them.

· The Dragon Prince

All of them.

· Red Dead Redemption 2

All of them.

60 Seconds game

All characters.

Wednesday 2022

All characters.

Bryce Tankthrust

S.W.A.T

Hondo, Decon, Luca, Street, Tan, and Chris.

Steven Universe

Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth.

The Owl House

Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, Camila, Eda, Raine, and Lilith.

The Last of Us(HBO)

Joel, Tess, and Ellie.

Sweet Tooth

Gus, Tommy Jepperd, Bear, Aimee, Rani Singh, Dr. Aditya Singh, Wendy, General Abbot, and Johnny Abbot.

The Promised Neverland

All characters.

Yuri!! On Ice

All characters.

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My rules for writing.

Don'ts

I will not write smut.

Do NOT ask for NSFW pictures of me. If you do, you will be blocked as soon as I see it.

I will NOT do ANYTHING related to incest or pedophile's.

I don't do character x character things, I only do x reader.

I will only do female stuff as that is what I am comfortable doing.

I will not do ANYTHING related to yandere’s. I fucking hate that shit.

Do's

I will write hardcore angst, and maybe gore, IDK.

I will do LGBTQ stuff.

Thank you for reading!

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[daily-dose-of-sweets]

Sweets’ Scars

Based on S4E21

Lance Sweets X Reader

Summary: You and Sweets have been in a relationship for a year now, but it isn’t until a case involving a certain metal band that you realize there might be something he’s not telling you. Something about his past. You don’t want to press, but you can’t help but worry.

Words: 3331

Warnings: Scars, and very short mention of abuse

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As soon as you step foot into the venue, the blaring metal music floods in around you. You wince and quickly cover your ears to dull the screaming voices and screeching guitars. The music reverberates through your ribcage, pounding and ragged. Why do people listen to this kind of stuff? You can barely make out the mass of moving bodies ahead of you because of the flashing lights and flickering fires that practically blind you. It’s all so much, too much. You’ve never liked crowds, but this is a whole different level, and the urge to escape grips your chest.

You jump when a hand rests against your shoulder and you whip around only to see Doctor Brennan peering at you worriedly. “We won’t be here long,” she assures you, though she has to scream for you to hear her.

You nod, eyes darting back to the crowd of people, all covered in leather and heavy makeup. The two of you stick out like sore thumbs in your normal clothes, which was never something you thought would be possible. You huddle closer to your mentor, swallowing your nerves and twisting your fingers into your sweater.

“I’m going to call Booth!” She shouts out again.

You don’t respond this time, not that it really matters in the situation. You doubt you could get loud enough to overcome the noise.

Why did you have to come on this excursion? Why couldn’t Clark come? He was your senior after all. You had just recently started working at the Jeffersonian, and you were currently the youngest intern on the team. You figured it would be a calm job, just working with your people and maybe a few witnesses every once and a while. This...This was not what you were thinking of.

“I’m disturbed that despite my extensive training as an anthropologist, all these bands sound alike and appear to share identical belief systems and morals.” You hear Doctor Brennan shouting into her phone, to who is most likely Booth. She pauses, listening to his response before speaking up again, “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

You bite your lip nervously, eyes scanning the dark crowd again before landing on the stage, where the band ‘Zorch’ was performing. That’s why you were there, to question them about the remains.

“Are you guys ready?”

You shy away when a man comes into your space, pressing a hand to your back. With wide eyes, you look to Doctor Brennan, begging silently for help. She stares at the man with her brow furrowed, and then recognition floods her eyes.

“Sweets?”

What? You look back up at the man’s painted face, eyes narrowing as you take in his features. Then it hits you, just as quickly as it hit the anthropologist. It is Sweets! You couldn’t recognize him with the makeup and slicked back hair.

“Wait, is that really you?” You question, stepping closer to him. He casts a look down at you, lips pulling into a small smile that makes your heart stutter.

“Yeah, I had to meld to get information. What do you think?” Sweets holds his arms up, looking mighty pleased with his metal getup.

Your eyes slowly trace over his figure, and you can’t help but notice how well his sleeveless black shirt fits him, or how it shows off his arms. Heat comes rushing to your face, turning your cheeks rosy. Thank goodness the venue is so poorly lit, or else he’d probably notice. Your eyes lingers on the choker strapped around his neck. Part of you wants to grab the ring on it and drag him close for a kiss, which only serves to darken your blush.

“You look good,” you manage to squeak out before quickly turning to Doctor Brennan, completely missing the small smirk that replaces Sweet’s smile (he definitely noticed your flushed face).

“What information have you gathered?” The anthropologist asks him, completely oblivious to how flustered you just grew.

“Zorch’s lead singer is Murderbreath,” Sweets begins, gesturing to the stage just as the man blows out a puff of fire, “Look at that. Who does he think he is, the guy with the tongue from KISS?���

You laugh at the jest. You used to listen to that band, back in your rebellious teen phase that everyone goes through.

Sweets explains how the feud of the two bands has progressed, though your eyes stay focused on the band, looking for anything that might help with the case somehow. That when you notice the lead singer pull out a large knife, thrusting into the air for all to see and drawing chants from the crowd.

“Guys, he has a knife,” you worry aloud to your colleagues.

Sweets gently draws you closer to him in a somewhat subconscious way, “No, don’t worry, it’s totally fake.”

A shudder passes through you when the singer drags the blade along his throat, blood immediately dripping down his painted skin. He thrusts the crimson knife back into the air victoriously, before gripping his neck with his other hand. Blood seeps out from between his fingers, coating his gloves. You gasp when the man convulses and drops to his knees, fingers still wrapped around his throat.

“That’s...not fake,” Bones murmurs, “Murderbreath slit his own throat!”

Before you have time to even process what’s happening, you’re dashing forward, easily weaving through the throngs of fans. The screeching music fades into the background, overcome by the pounding of your pulse in your ears. The flashing lights blur together and all you can focus on is the man crumpled on the ground. The people part around you as you jump onto the stage, quickly followed by Doctor Brennan and Sweets.

You dive down next to the singer, pressing two fingers to his pulsepoint and covering his hand with your own.

“We need something to stop the bleeding,” you urge, panic swelling in your chest.

Brennan looks around quickly, “A compress, we need a compress!” Her eyes lock on Sweets before she darts up, ripping his shirt right off of him despite his complaints.

She drops back down, pressing the wadded fabric to the man’s neck. It’s only then that the music comes to a halting stop. The band goes silent, glancing between each other and towards their lead. You shake your head, lips pursed in irritation. Now they take it seriously.

“Hold this against the wound,” Brennan directs Lance before shouting into her phone, “Booth, can you call it in?” You assume his answer isn’t what she wants, because she shuts the phone with an irritated huff and begins dialing a new number.

Glancing around, you feel anger rise to replace your panic when you see how many people have their phones out to film the spectacle. Without hesitation, you jump up in front of the group, shoving some people back and blocking their cameras. Who, in their right mind, would record something like this?

“Stand back, please!” you cry out, taking a step back as the crowd pushes forward in retaliation, “Please! Get back, we need space to work! Move back!” Do these people have no respect? Or just basic decency?!

You take a glance back at your colleagues to check on what’s happening, but your eyes land on something that knocks the very breath from your lungs. Your chest tightens painfully at the sight of the scars running along Lance’s shoulders. The dancing lights glaze over them, catching on the raised skin like little criss-crossing lightning bolts. A burning sensation fills your throat, spreading to your eyes, but you blink rapidly, determined to not let it get the best of you right now. There are more important things to focus on! You turn back to the crowd, arms spread wide to keep the stage clear.

Soon enough, paramedics and police come rushing into the venue. Everything else comes as a blur. The sirens, the gurney, rushing out to the ambulance, it all swirls together in your mind like a chaotic storm. It leaves you dizzy when things calm down and Murderbreath is on his way to the hospital. You, Sweets, and Doctor Brennan are left standing outside the venue, and it’s then you notice Sweets is still shirtless.

“We need to get you a coat before you catch a cold,” you murmur worriedly, trying your hardest to shove the images of his scarred shoulders out of your mind.

“I have one in my car,” he tells you with that familiar gentle smile, but now it carries a different weight to it. Is that just you, though? Could you be overthinking this all?

You let out a heavy sigh and aggressively rub at your eyes as Sweets walks away. Why hadn’t he told you about it? You could guess the cause, not many wounds left marks like those, plus, in your field of work you are exposed to all kinds of scars. Did he not want you to know? Why wouldn’t he want you to know?

“Are you okay?”

You look over to Doctor Brennan, the heavy weight in your chest growing almost impossible as you blurt out, “Lance has scars on his back.”

“Scars? What kind of scars?” She peers at you with that perplexed expression of hers.

“Almost like he’d been…” You pause and flex your fingers to keep your nails from digging into your palms, “Like he’d been whipped. They were old.”

“Has he not talked to you about it before?”

“No, do you think that means something?”

She tilts her head, almost like a dog, not that you’d ever say that out loud, “I am not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I mean, we’ve been dating for a year now, don’t you think, I don’t know, don’t you think he would have told me something like that?” You bite down harshly on your lip, “Does he not trust me with his past?”

“It is best to not assume what Sweets might be thinking,” Doctor Brennan murmurs in that ever present, logical tone.

It’s not much, but it’s enough to placate you a little. She’s right after all. You have to gather the evidence before making any inferences. It’s possible Lance just wants to forget whatever happened to him, which you can understand. Horrible things are sometimes best left in the past. Taking a deep breath, you roll your shoulders and give your hands a good shake.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yep!” You squeak and turn back around to face Lance, who at some point snuck up behind you, “Peachy! Just fine! Is everything- Is everything okay with you? Not cold anymore?”

“I’m warming up,” he replies with a lecherous grin, “Though I could use some help.”

You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks when Sweets spreads his arms wide for a hug. The slight twinge of self consciousness doesn’t stop you from tucking in close though, fingers linking together at the small of his back.

He rests his chin on top of your head gently, “Is everything really okay?”

Of course he’d notice. You weren’t being the most subtle you guess.

“I’ll tell you about it later, okay?” You promise quietly and hide your face in his coat.

“Okay.”

“I suppose we should head back now. Booth will want to question Murderbreath if he’s well enough,” Brennan calls out to you as she heads to her car, “Will you be driving back with Sweets, (Y/n)?”

“Sure! If he’s okay with it!” You turn your eyes up to him questioningly.

“Of course.”

And just like the gentleman he is, Lance takes you back to the lab, leaving you with the promise to talk after work. You do your job with as much attention as usual, but in the back of your head, you can’t stop thinking about how on earth you're going to broach the subject.

How do you ask someone about something you probably weren’t meant to see? You know he probably won’t get angry, Lance has always been patient and oh so sweet (his name really did fit him). You just don’t want to cross any boundaries. Should you wait? Should you ask Booth about it first? No, no that’s a terrible idea, he would just get all awkward. You groan and set down the tibia you're currently looking at. It’s all so frustrating!

You’ll just have to do it. Lance always says communication is the most important part of any relationship. Even if you don’t know how to start it, you're sure he’ll know how to direct the conversation!

With that in mind, you wrap up quickly and wish Doctor Saroyan goodbye as you head out of the lab. Lance is waiting just outside for you, leaning back against his car’s hood. All the makeup from before has been cleaned off and his hair is back to its normal fluffiness.

“Well hello there handsome,” you chirp, leaning up to peck to his cheek, “Good to see you back to normal.”

Lance laughs softly, “Was it really that bad?”

You purse your lips for a second, glancing away when you think back to his outfit. The makeup was a bit much, but the rest of it…

“Oh, maybe not, huh?”

Oh gosh, are you blushing again? You quickly bury your face in his chest, which is rumbling with his laughter. How embarrassing! Could your face go just a minute without lighting up today? It felt like every second, there was something that made your cheeks flush. It’s a wonder how you haven’t just turned into a tomato yet.

“Shut up,” is all you end up grumbling, “Will you take me home now?”

“Sure.” He gives you a small squeeze, “Hop in.”

You practically dive into the passenger seat to avoid anymore discussion of your embarrassment. Knowing Lance, he’d use this to tease you for quite a while. You just hope he’ll go easy on you, especially around your colleagues. You’d probably die if he brought this up around Doctor Brennan or Doctor Saroyan. Or even Hodgins, because goodness knows how he’d make fun of you for the rest of time.

During the drive back to your apartment, Lance intertwines his fingers with yours and rests them in his lap, thumb tracing over your knuckles. It’s enough to calm the jitters vibrating in your chest. It’s like the embarrassment and anxiety over your upcoming conversation have swirled together in a chaotic rush.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you now?” Lance breaks the silence of the car, though he keeps his voice soft.

You take a deep breath. Everything in your head has led up to this, you can do it.

“I...I saw the scars...on your back…”

His hand stiffens in yours, not much, but just enough for you to notice.

Things fall quiet for a few seconds. You watch Lance’s face nervously. His eyebrows synch down just the slightest bit and his lips press into a thin line. You can practically see him thinking the whole thing out in his head. The gears turning, the conflict, the small flash of pain. It makes your heart ache.

“We don’t have to talk about it, Lance,” you reassure him softly, “It’s okay.”

Those honey orbs glance at you before locking back on the road. You really wish you weren’t in the car right now, so that he didn’t have to split his focus like this. Whatever this is, it can’t be a light topic.

“I’m okay,” Lance finally says, “It’s okay. This is something I’ve worked through, we can, we can talk about it.”

Good, that’s good. You weren’t going to push it if he didn’t want to talk about it, but it lifts the weight in your chest to know he’s open to it.

“Can we wait until we get to your place though?”

“Of course, of course!”

You settle back into your seat, though your hand stays firmly in Sweets’. It’s a comfort to you both. The rest of the drive goes by fast, thankfully, and before you know it, you’re right outside your apartment building. Even as you walk up to your place, Lance trailing behind you, your fingers stay linked.

“Want anything to drink?” You ask as you toss your jacket on a hook and slip off your shoes.

“No, I’m fine,” he mumbles and slips into the living space.

You pace about your small kitchen in an attempt to keep yourself busy, but find nothing to do, so you slip onto the couch next to the psychologist. You sit close enough for your knee to brush his, but hopefully not close enough to crowd him.

Lance scratches the back of his neck with a sigh and starts, “So, you know how I grew up in the foster system for a bit?”

“We’ve talked about it, yeah.”

“Well,” his voice comes out a little shaky so he pauses. You scoot closer to rest a hand on his knee, to ground him. His hand covers yours and he sends you a grateful smile before starting again, “Well, when I was young, I ended up in a bad foster home, and um, and the foster dad-” another heavy pause, “-he would beat me.”

Your heart absolutely sinks at those words, at how meek he sounds now, compared to your usually self-assured, outspoken boyfriend. How could this happen to someone like him? Someone so wonderful and gentle, someone who does everything he can to help others? No wonder he never told you about it.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Lance,” you murmur in a gentle tone.

He draws his shoulders back a bit with a deep breath. It’s like he’s letting the weight slowly slip from them as he leans back into the couch. You watch his face as it subtly shifts through several emotions, someone bad, some good, some just thoughtful. Eventually, he raises an arm, a silent signal for you, to which you curl into his side. His fingers trace along your arm before settling on your elbow and giving it a small squeeze.

“Don’t be sorry. I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t go through that,” he reminisces, voice still quiet, “I might not have joined the FBI, might not have...met you.”

You look up at him, touched yet worried at the same time.

“I might not have had the best childhood, but I’m living a good life now. If I can stop it from happening to someone else, then it’s all been worth it,” he says, the brightest, most genuine smile lighting up his lips.

The awe that hits you almost sucks the breath from your lungs. You can’t help but just sit there and stare up at Sweets adoringly. It’s like his heart is made of pure gold, something that can’t be touched or soiled by the hardships of his past. He’s your greatest treasure, holding more value to you than anything you could ever hold, touch, even be near. He’s...absolutely amazing.

“I love you, Lance.” You can’t help it when the words slip off your tongue.

Those eyes are once again set on you, swimming with unbridled content, peace. They sweep you away into their depths, and all you can do is to wrap your arms around him to keep yourself anchored. He pulls you close, lips pressing oh so softly against your forehead.

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

*Bonus*

“You want me to wear it again?”

“Maybe…”

“Really?” His tone comes out teasing, eyebrow perched high as he gazes down at you.

“You’re so mean,” you huff, not even bothering to hide your blush this time.

Lance only laughs and bows down to press his lips to yours briefly, though it’s enough to set your heart racing.

“I’ll go change now, if you’d like,” he hums, throwing you a little wink as he steps out of the room.

“Jerk,” you grumble under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

I hope you enjoyed this story! It was a tad longer than usual, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a while! This is one of my favorite episodes :)

As always, if you have any requests, don’t be afraid to ask! I’ll write for Sweets, Aubrey, and most of the interns! Love y’all!

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[shelbgrey]

- Lance Sweets Aesthetic(reimagined)

#Lance Sweets #john francis daley #Aesthetic #Mood board #Aesthetic Board #Bones #Bones TV show #Dr. Lance Sweets #Lance Sweets x reader #I love this man #Lance Sweets aesthetic

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Crime Drama Masterlist

These are potentially my favorite kinds of shows. I love investigation cop shows with really awesome teams of characters. This masterlist is dedicated to traditional cop shows and to crime investigation series. 

Criminal Minds

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Trapped Secrets

Star Wars Pajama Pants

1 Notice Me

2 Pay Attention

The Great Outdoors

1 Already Gone

2 If I Go, I’m Goin 

The In-Betweens (Series)

Agent Derek Morgan x Reader

Run to You: Part One; Part Two; Part Three

Bones

Dr. Lance Sweets x Reader

1 Promise

2 Don’t You Dare Let Her Die

3 He Can’t Hurt You Now

Incredible

Seeley Booth x Reader

Get Through This

Blue Bloods

Jamie Reagan x Reader

It Should Have Been Me

Danny Reagan x Daughter! Reader

The Color of a Bruise; One, Two

Numb3rs

Don Eppes x Reader

Broken Street Lamp

1 Unknown Trajectory

2 Risk Assessment

Justified

1 This is Just the Beginning

2 What the Hell are You Thinking?

3 From Here on Out

Bourbon Makes Everything Better

Broadchurch

Alec Hardy x Daughter Reader 

1 Running Out of Time

2 Returning the Favor

3 Did She Know?

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Hey guys check out my edit account 🥺

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[make-me-imagine]

Prompt: “Don’t say that”

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

Five prompt lists you can send requests from - One - Two - Three - Four - Five

Watching the road ahead of you, you let out another audible sigh as your mind went over the events of the day. Sweets looked over at you and noticed the disgruntled look on your face.

“It wasn’t you’re fault y/n” he said reassuringly

Feeling a pang of guilt and anger your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, your knuckle going white.

“Then whose was it Sweets?” you said trying to keep your voice level, still keeping your eyes on the road.

“No ones, sometimes these things just happen” he said, truly believing that it wasn’t your fault.

Glancing over at him you huffed “It WAS my fault Sweets, it was my job to figure out where he was going next, but I wasn’t fast enough, and now another innocent person is dead” your voice filled with guilt and anger

Shaking his head he turned his body towards you “You had no idea he would attack three days earlier than he was suppose to, he-”

“But I should have. It was my job to read him, to know exactly what he was going to do and when, and now...now that boy is dead. And it’s my fault. I’m useless”

Seeing your face fall in defeat Sweet’s heart stopped for a moment, he hated hearing people lose faith in themselves, it was a common thing to hear in his line of work, but now that it was you, it broke his heart.

“Don’t say that” Sweets said staring at you “You are not useless, you are the exact opposite, you’ve saved dozens of people, you are one of the smartest people I have ever met. Don’t downgrade yourself because of guilt”

“I can’t help it, if I had just...done something different.”

After a few moments of silence Sweets breathed out “Guilt is a powerful thing y/n, but no matter how much you blame yourself, you need to know that no one else does, not me, not Booth, not Dr Brennan, not even those boys parents blame you, they blame the guy that killed him, and you should too. Blame him. Get angry at him. Catch him” he said, his voice strong and clear.

Glancing at Sweets you focused on his words ‘Blame Him. Get angry at him. Catch him’ you repeated them in your head a few times.

“Will you help me? Catch him?” you asked glancing at Sweets.

Watching you for a moment he understood what you meant, what you needed. You needed someone to keep you focused. You often asked Sweets to help you with troubling cases, he always seemed to be able to keep you on track. 

He nodded at you “Of course I will”

“Thank you” your voice was genuine

Though you still blamed yourself, and knew that you would continue to blame yourself, for possibly the rest of your life. You would NOT let that man take another life. Catching him, putting him away. That was the only way to relieve any of this guilt and pain. ‘Blame him’ done. ‘Get Angry’ done. ‘Catch him’...

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Tarnished Gold

|You were Lance Tucker’s protégé, destined to bring home Olympic gold, until you fell pregnant|

decisions

Pairings: Lance Tucker x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Mentions of Abortion

Word Count: 336

Your head was spinning which was doing no good for the waves of nausea you constantly felt.

The waiting room was filled with happily looking expectant mothers and their partners.

You felt incredibly stupid being alone there because obviously you didn’t do this to yourself regardless of how much Lance wanted that to be true.

This was supposed to be a happy moment but instead you were filled with misery and heartbreak.

The nurse called your name and took you back into the exam room where she had you undress and put on a gown.

You laid back on the table and waited for the doctor to come in.

Within a few minutes a sweet older woman entered the room

“Hello, I’m Dr. Marshall” She stated as she took a seat on the stool across from where you lay

“Nice to meet you” You say flashing a half smile

“By the looks of your file, it seems you are about 9 weeks pregnant” She says looking over your file

“Okay” You say trying your best not to burst into tears

“I’m just going to do a quick pelvic examination and then we can get you set up for your next appointment” You says smiling sweetly at you

You lay back against the table, placing your feet in the stirrups and stare at the ceiling while the doctor performs the examination

“You can sit up now, sweetheart” She instructs

“Do you have any questions?” She asks

“I-is it too l-late to get an abortion?” You stutter nervously

“We offer pregnancy termination up to 12 weeks gestation, so no it’s not too late if that is something you are considering” She informs you

“O-okay” You say hanging your head

“I’ll give you some paperwork for you to look over and when you’ve made your decision you can give us a call” She says giving your knee a squeeze

You cried the entire way home, your emotions running high already and now you had an important decision to make.

fuck you, lance tucker <</>> the clock is ticking

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