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byersbootyshorts · 1 year

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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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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Lance sweets x reader - my genius

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

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

“Hey Lance.”

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

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

“Hey, busy day?” He asked.

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

You hummed, leaning into his side.

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

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

You titled your head back and looked up at him.

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

“How can you tell?”

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

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

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

“What are you thinking about lunch?”

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

This confused him.

“Go where?”

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

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

You shrugged.

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

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

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

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

“Will you be home late?”

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

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

He grabbed some papers and walked back over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s all I can tell you right now.”

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

You smiled, stepping into the elevator with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had to be busy, always.

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

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

“You’re incredible…” he whispered.

You smiled even more.

“So are you.”

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

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

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

“Lance?”

He hummed.

“I love you.”

“I love you to.”

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

You were an absolute genius.

And the best part?

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

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

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

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Seeley Booth Be Damned - Sweets x F!Reader

Warnings: over-protective brother Booth, fluff

A/n: rewatching Bones and I noticed the severe lack of Bones fanfiction so I'm making my own besties!!

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You had just entered the Smithsonian Forensics lab ready to head on your lunch date with Angela and Brennan.

You swipe your access card and head up the platform where you see your brother talking with Angela.

"Hey big brother, what are you doing here, and please don't tell me you brought a case, because I finally have a day off where I can see my friends,"

He holds his hands up, "no no i was just leaving, bones forgot her purse and I was just bringing by"

"Good, wait who is that talking about Angie?" You ask, looking to the side of Seeley.

He turns, and looks to where you currently had your eyes set.

"No, no, you are not gawking at the kid," he says, turning around quickly and holding you by the shoulders. You were his little sister and he loved you. There was no way in hell he was gonna let sweets get his sights set on you.

"Wha-wait he's cute! And definitely not a kid," you say as Booth pulls you from the platform and drags you towards Brennan's office.

As you pass by Angela and Sweets, he stops mid sentence to watch Booth pull you by the arm.

Angela knew that look, that was the same look Booth would give Brennan for years before they got together. It's the same look Jack gave her.

"Oh no, sweetie, you know Booth will kick your ass if he sees you looking at y/n like that right?"

"What? I-I wasn't looking at her," he tries to recover.

"Sweetie, you are looking at her like a love sick puppy," she says, "she is single though, you should ask her out," she walks towards Temperance's office.

A few moments later the three of you are leaving Temperance's office when you tell the two women to go ahead of you while you spot the young therapist standing awkwardly waiting for Booth.

"Hi, I'm Y/n Booth. Your Lance right? I see you around with Booth and Temperance a lot. Look this is probably really forward but um, do you wanna have dinner with me? Say this Friday to the founding fathers?" You ask biting your lip slightly after to hold in a smile.

"Uh ye-yeah that would be great," he says cursing himself for stuttering.

"Cool, I'll see you there at eight. Bye Lance," you say walking away while giving him a small wave.

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 1 year

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Sessions

This is probably going to be only for a very niche part of the internet, but I'm obsessed with Bones again at the moment so here ya go.

Agent Y/n is an FBI agent that occasionally works with Booth, Bones, and the team. She has become good friends with Sweets, and Angela. After an extra brutal case that involved a serial killer and an intense fixation on Agent Y/n herself, Y/n needs mandated counseling from her favorite psychologist. The following are the sessions that document the beginning of something more than a professional or even friendly relationship.

Session 1

“For the record, I think this is totally unnecessary.” Y/n sighed.

“I do not agree. You’ve been through a traumatizing experience.”

“How is this any more traumatizing than the events I witness on a day-to-day basis. This is literally my job Lance.”

“It’s not everyday that a killer is specifically targeting you y/n, so, once again, I disagree. Plus it’s mandated by the FBI, so you don’t really have a choice.” Lance said matter of factly, “I’ll take your extreme eye roll as acceptance. You know some people say that your eyes could get stuck that way.”

“Shut up and do your psycho shit.”

“There’s nothing for me to do, we just need to talk. We talk all the time, what’s the problem now?”

“We talk as friends, this is not us talking as friends Lance, this is some bullshit test to see if I’m still capable of doing my job. I don’t think it’s fair to me to think that just because some asshole murderer decided to set his sights on me means that I suddenly don’t have the ability to do my damn job anymore!”

“Y/N that’s, well that’s actually an accurate depiction so I can’t debate that. But I want you to understand it’s not me personally that feels like that. It’s the men upstairs, as one would say, you can still talk to me.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Y/n smirked at him

“Well, if I thought this could actually be a problem I absolutely would have suggested that you go to a different psychologist, but I don’t think it’s that kind of problem. I still think you need to talk to someone though.”

“Ehh, I think we need to talk more about how you’re totally showing favoritism here.”

“Let’s talk about that after we talk about you, yeah?”

“If you insist, Dr. Sweets.”

Session 2 “How many more of these do we have to do?” Y/n complained.

“This is only session number two y/n, I think you know it’s going to take more than that. I would like to discuss how you’re feeling now. It’s been exactly 10 days since he was caught.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about how you’re showing immense favoritism by seeing me as a patient since we’re quote, unquote friends.”

“Woah, woah, now that makes it seem like you don’t think we’re friends.”

“Now, I didn’t say that, but I would like to dissect why that was your immediate thought.”

“Oh, so now you’re the psychologist, huh?” Lance asked, quietly laughing at y/n.

“Yes, you know what. I think I would like to switch professions…would you mind switching seats with me? I think it’s time for me to take over this session.”

“You know what, sure. I think this will be good for my analysis. Go ahead there y/n, take your new seat.”

“So Mr. Sweets-”

“Woah, woah so in your fantasy my degrees suddenly fail to exist?”

“Shhhhhh, we’re doing things my way now, remember? So, Mr. Sweets, why is it that you seem to be showing me favoritism?”

“Well technically, how can I be showing favoritism if, in this fantasy, you have taken away my degrees therefore I would have no-”

“Lance!!!!! You are not making this fun for me!!!! Can you stop with your logic please and just answer my question?! Why are you avoiding the answer?” Y/n said half joking, but also half annoyed at him for not letting her have any fun.

“Okay, okay. Well, Dr. y/l/n, I suppose I show you favoritism because you’re one of my favorite people. Some may say, as I’m sure you know with your vast knowledge of psychology and all the varying fields, that I’ve been creating my own family since my parents died. I consider you one of those people.”

“Wow…that’s. I…don’t….that’s probably one of the most honest and sweetest things anyone has ever said to me… As a friend, not as a psychologist of my vast knowledge, will you tell me about them? About your parents?”

“Of course I will.”

Session 3

“Y/n are we finally going to discuss what we’re here to talk about?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Do you think that maybe it means something that you don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, I just don’t wanna.”

“Y/n, come on. The longer this drags out the longer we have to keep doing these sessions.”

“Well maybe I like the sessions and I don’t want them to end.”

“Well, you know they don’t have to, right? Just because we speak about what we have to discuss doesn't mean that we have to stop having the sessions, just that I can finally sign off on the papers your bosses are asking for. If we can get through this we can talk about whatever you want in the next session, maybe even me again if that’s what you would prefer.”

“Fine, but I just want to say that I am doing this entirely against my will…”

“I will definitely put that on the record.”

“I guess what I feel is…not safe. I don’t feel safe at my house, I don’t feel safe at work, I don’t feel safe in the field. Honestly, the only place I feel safe is here. I guess that’s why I don’t want these meetings to end. See there goes my vast psychological knowledge at work.”

There was a moment of silence where y/n said, “See this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything. Your face looks sad, like you’re pitying me right now.”

“I’m not pitying you, y/n. That’s not what I'm feeling right now. I’m feeling sad for someone I care about because they just told me they don’t feel safe anymore. I’m frustrated that you can’t function in life without being scared. I’m angry that some maniac decided to set his sights on you and now you’re not who you were before. I’m just pissed, I’m…I don’t even know.”

“I think you’re more angry than I am. Can’t you take some comfort that I find some solace in here with you?”

“Well, I mean yeah, but it doesn’t make me any less angry. Why…why do you feel safe here?”

“I don’t know. I mean I guess because well first off, you obviously. Talking to you makes me feel like I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s also a small office, only one access point, so logically I have a better chance of protecting myself.”

“I don’t like that, but I can understand it. I wish that you didn’t have to feel like that.” Lance said, putting his notebook down and moving next to y/n on the couch.

“Not very psychologist-like of you, Lance.”

“You’re right, but very friend-like of me. That’s what’s more important right now I believe.”

“Well thank you for being my friend. I…I…uhh really appreciate that. I appreciate you.”

Session 4

“Sooooooo, you said we can talk about you this time, right??”

“If you’re so inclined, I still think we should talk about you though.”

“I just think that you want to avoid being psycho-analyzed like you do to everyone who sits on this couch.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“I think it’s very fair. Anywhooooooooo, tell me more about what you were like as a kid.”

“Oh so now you’re going to delve into my childhood trauma?”

“I mean yes that was the plan, but you seem to have uncovered it way too soon. See no fun.”

“I already told you about growing up with my parents. Dissect from that what you will.”

“Well yeah, but what were you like, 6 or 7? What about before that? And what about your biological parents? Did you know anything about them?”

“It’s not really something I want to get into y/n.”

“Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. We can go question for question.”

“Y/n. I said I do not want to talk about it! THAT’S IT.” Lance said angrily.

“Lance, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how serious it was. Really, I’m sorry for pushing. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, y/n, it’s me. God, I’m such an asshole. It just…well it wasn’t a good time before I got adopted by my parents. I didn’t feel safe before them. That’s…that’s all I want to say.”

“Understood. I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt you now, let alone little 6 year old you with a sweet little baby face. You know your last name actually fits you very well, kinda like fate if you ask me.”

“That’s very kind y/n. Thank you, I appreciate it.” Sweets smiled at y/n.

“Just being a friend, nothing to thank me for here.”

Session 5

“So, I’ve come to a conclusion.” Y/n said, smiling cheekily to Lance.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“You’re literally being paid to sit here and talk to your best friend. That’s like a totally cushy gig.”

“Oh, you’re my best friend?”

“I mean yes. Clearly, we are definitely best friends. It's, like, completely obvious.”

“I was unaware so thank you for informing me of that.”

“Lance, come on. You totally know we’re best friends. Don’t try to hide it. You have no reason to be embarrassed, you know, I’m a pretty cool person.”

“Well, you are a pretty cool person. And like I said previously, I do consider you part of the family I’ve made. I guess it is obvious we’re best friends, silly me for not recognizing it earlier.”

“I like talking to you Lance.”

“I like talking to you as well, y/n.”

Session 6

“Y/n.”

“Woah, you sound serious.”

“I am, there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I can’t be your psychologist anymore.”

“Woah, wait, what. What do you mean? Where is this coming from? Lance, did I do something? Say something?”

“Y/n, it’s not about you. Well, I mean not like that. It’s nothing that you did, or said. I…I just. Well you were right before, this is kind of a conflict of interest. Professionally, I shouldn’t be seeing you. It’s not right.”

“Oh, I, uh…thanks for proving me right I guess. Um…I think I’m going to go now.”

“No! Wait! I know you feel safe here, with me, in this room. We can still talk here, we can still have these conversations. I don’t want to take that away from you. I’m just recommending that I cannot adequately finish clearing you from what happened.”

“I don’t understand what’s changed suddenly. I brought this up weeks ago. I don’t want to go sit in someone else’s office and talk about this shit. I didn’t want to go through this in the first place. Lance, I don’t understand why you would do this. You know how hard this was for me, I can’t believe you would do this.”

“Y/n, just trust me, it’s for the best.”

“I don’t trust you right now. This isn’t what is best for me. I can’t believe this, I can’t believe yo-”

Lance cut y/n off, “Y/n I LOVE YOU…I…I am in freaking love with you and that’s why I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to me either.”

“Lance…I…you…I…”

“I think you should leave now.”

“Wait, wait, no…I love you too. I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you.”

“y/n-”

“I’m serious. All of these sessions just confirmed it more for me. That’s why I felt safe here, with you. You make me feel like I don’t have to worry or be scared anymore.”

“Y/n, I…you make… you’re-”

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” Y/n said, already leaning in to place her lips on his.

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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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yellow-cr0w · 1 year

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Disaster

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Severe injury and blood loss, description of an attack with a deadly weapon. I’m very new at writing so be warned that there might be other things that I didn’t think to include.

Description: I really really want to write a long term slow burn fanfic for Sweets, this is the first scene that I had fully formed in my head (even though it occurs MUCH later in the plot, so I supposed I’m spoiling the fanfic for everyone rn but you’ll probably forget this happened by the time I get around to writing it). At this point Sweets and the OC, Julia have been friends for years and moved in together after he dumped Daisy and stayed with Booth and Brennan for a while. I forget which serial killer was in this era but I’m going to be rewatching the entire show while I write so this scene will also be heavily edited later once I get to that part of the plot.

Let me know if you have any suggestions since I haven’t written anything in a LONG time and this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve actually put on the internet!

I hope you enjoy! :)

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Distracted by my thoughts, I stepped into the shower, the heat helping ease the tension from today. Sitting down to let the near-boiling water beat down onto the top of my head, I replayed earlier events.

A faint noise ripped me from my thoughts.

“Sweets? Is that you?” I stood, it should be way too early for him to be back home - unless I had been in the shower longer than I thought. He shouldn’t be home for another two hours at least, but maybe I had lost track of time. I winced, the water bill was gonna be high this month if that was the case.

Hands trembling, I reached to turn off the water.

Click

The lights were out. I held my breath, frozen in place under the heated water.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped open. The beginning of a scream left me before my mouth was covered. The weak light from the little toy nightlight outlined the horror in front of me. I blindly scratched at the silhouette - managing to land a few feeble hits until a sucker punch landed on my right side. The rough hand released my mouth and I was shoved hard into the tile wall.

The last thing I remembered was the ground disappearing from underneath my feet, and the quiet click of the light turning on.

I woke up shivering.

The freezing cold water contrasted the dull, crippling, warmth on my right side. I blinked at the filtered light coming from the closed shower curtain.

How long had I been here? My vision spun as I tried to push myself up on shaking hands to turn off the water. A spot just above my ear pounded. My stomach lurched and I resigned myself to leaning back and shivering.

I opened my eyes to the sound of the front door.

Maybe whoever did this to me came back to finish me off. Maybe it was-

“Sweets,” my voice croaked out. He wasn’t going to hear me. Hell, I could barely hear myself. I tried again, sounding even weaker than the first time.

I closed my eyes again, praying to whatever, whoever, inhabited the sky that he would decide to use our apartment’s one and only bathroom soon. Maybe he would be too tired to brush his teeth before bed. Maybe he wouldn’t risk coming in with the shower running. Maybe he didn’t hear the water at all.

“Jules? You didn’t slip and fall down the drain did you?”

A small cry left my throat in my attempt to call for help.

Please, I silently begged.

“Are you okay in there?” A gentle knock along with a pause, “Julia?”

Come in.

The creak of the door and gentle footsteps pushed me to try again.

”Help… please.”

The shower curtain was hesitantly pushed open and I came face to face with a wide-eyed Sweets. He muttered expletives under his breath, rushing to turn off the freezing water and start grabbing several towels from the bathroom closet. He stumbled over himself trying to get a towel to lay flat on the bathroom floor before moving to cover my exposed body.

“-crap crap crap, how long have you been here? Do you know how much blood you’ve lost?” He leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes frantically searched my face.

“I’m not bleedi-“ I slurred out, my words fading into a cry as his hands pressed the rough fabric into my side. High pitched ringing blinded me and a furious coil rose into my throat.

“-s okay. You’re okay, stay with me.” A small tapping on my cheek prompted me to blearily open my eyes. “How long have you been here?”

“Don’t know.” A heavy lead filled my muscles, keeping me from shivering any longer. “-m so cold. I just woke up.”

“I’m gonna put you on the floor until the paramedics arrive, okay? You’re gonna be fine-“ Sweets repeated more soft encouragements as he carefully moved his arms under my bare upper back and just under my thighs. I sighed in relief as the hard curves of the tub no longer pressed into my bones. He lifted me like I was made of paper thin porcelain that would shatter at the slightest bump.

“You smell nice.” My head rag dolled against his arm, and I caught the hint of the earthy cologne he aways wore. “Why’re all the colors weird.”

My mouth felt funny.

Everything feels funny. Half of a laugh slipped out.

Sweets muttered more curses as he kneed next to me. “-k you’re in shock.” One of his hand pressed hard on my side as he desperately fumbled to release his phone from his pocket. “It’s going to be okay- I’m calling 911 they’re going to help you.” He blinked rapidly, phone shaking and jerking with each beep of the keypad. “-you’re going to be okay. You’re going to be oka- COME ON answer the phone.” The pressure on my side increased.

“Lance,” I faintly tugged on his dress pants. I heard the faint noise of the 911 operator picking up and getting cut off in their standard introduction by Sweets speaking faster than I could register. I repeated myself, losing my grip on the fabric. Beautiful, wild eyes ripped away from the blood soaked towel to look at me.

“I’m in love with you.”

A sob broke out of his mouth as he switched the phone to speaker and threw it down onto the tile. He used both hands to stop the bleeding, now blubbering our address to the operator.

His left hand broke away and moved to cup my face. I leaned into his touch, the dark edges of my vision creeping to the center.

It feels so nice.

“Don’t cry.” I mumbled, vision swirling as I tried to fight it and focus on what he was saying.

“Jules. Julia, no- stay with- NO.”

Too bright, I tried to say.

Hurts.

I’m so tired.

I’m sorry Lance.

#bones #lance sweets #lance sweets x reader #lance sweets x oc #injured #bones fanfiction #bones 2005 #original character #lance sweets fan fiction #lance sweets imagine #injured!reader #slow burn #new writer #writing feedback appreciated

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call-signvalkyrie · 5 months

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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

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Nervous - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: Nervous

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Word Count: 643 words

Warning(s): none that I know of

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

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

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

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

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

So, I messed with him a little bit.

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

It wasn't anything extreme.

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

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

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

I was just having fun at this point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As a date?"

"Ideally," I nodded.

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

"So..."

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

"Bye," he muttered before heading out.

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

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

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Okay so two things/ideas

1. Sweets smut if you are up for it, the NSFW headcanons made me feel things okay. It was exactly what I was thinking too. Bit you don't have to if you don't want to.

2. Reading uou adorable piece of the squinterns babysitting made me think about what a pregnancy with Sweets as your partner/husband/boyfriend would be like. It doesn't necessarily need to be connected to the babysitting one shot you made, it was just a cute idea.

As always, have a great day and I hope this finds you well!

Caught in the act(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: Booth calls you up to take care of your boyfriend after he got roughed up after an undercover thing. As your cleaning him up one thing leads to another.

Warrings: Smut! Female receiving, Sorta public sex (your in a closed office) desk sex. Lance has a couple of injuries(that's a warning in it's self, I'll fight anyone who hurts my boy). This is my first time writing smut, sorry if it sucks. Kinda edited.

A/n: sorry for the wait, I was battling on what plot to use. I'll be happy to do the other one too, but in till then here's the first one. This is my first time writing a full smut imagine instead of just headcanons so bear with me folks😂

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Lance was supposed to be at the jeffersonian an hour ago. I placed the skull back on the table and checked my watch, Temperance, the wife of my best friend looked at me confused. “what's the problem little Hodgins?” she asked as I looked at the time with concern.

I shrugged going back to work, Temperance wasn't having it though. “no, something is clearly bothering you, if you let it bother you for to long you might become distressed” she said.

“Lance was supposed to be by an hour ago so we could get dinner” I said, resuming the examination on the remains. it was normal for Lance to be late, especially if he was interrogating someone with Booth or he had a patient, but not this late. anxiety began swarm me as I woried for him.

The silence was cut short when my phone rang, hoping it was Lance I quickly awnsered it without looking.

“sweetheart?” I quickly asked, I was unfortunately wrong... Man I need to learn how to read caller ID.

“no, it's me Buddy” Seeley's voice said nervously. I set the humorous I was examining down and gave Seeley my undeviated attention.

“h-hey, how was the investigation... Where's Lance?” I asked walking out of the bone room.

There was a pause which made my heart pound. My conversation with Lance early this morning re-played in my head dozens of times, the last time we talked was early this morning and it was about the undercover case he'd be doing.

Simple case he said...

I let my minde run away with me as a tear ran down my cheek. “is Lance okay?”

“oh, Sweets is fine... Sortof” Seeley said, I raised an eyebrow when I head the background ruckus on Seeley's phone.

“do not tell her! I'm fine!” Lance's panicky, annoyed voice made me sigh with realef, at least I knew he was okay.

“Seeley Booth you better tell me what happened” I said using my 'mom' voice as he likes to say.

He sighed. “he just got banged up is all, couple of nicks that's all” he said, if voice was still nervous tell me he was lying. Dating a Shrink for as long as I have you pick up on signs in voices and body language.

I heared an annoyed sigh in the background. “I'm not going to the doctor” Lance said, I chuckled at Lance's small fear of the doctor's office.

Seeley sighed. “met us at his office so you can patch the crybaby up”

I rolled my eyes at his choice of words. “alright.. laters gators” i said before hanging up the phone.

Before leaving the jeffersonian I quickly grabed the first aid kit I kept in my office before heading to the burow.

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Y/n got to Lance's office before the Boys did, Lance had a key made for her a couple of years ago so she was able to get in and wait impatiently for them.

She was knocked out of your thoughts when the sound of Seeley's voice and keys jangling just outside the of the office. She quickly open door before either one had the chance to.

“Lance!” she sighed as she threw the door open, finding her boyfriend standing infront of Seeley, he stood behind Lance like he was ready to catch him if he fell. Lance smiled softly and held his arms out asking for some comfort, she pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his torso gently so she wouldn't hurt him.

“I'm alright baby..” he mumbled as his arms wrapped around her small body and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She pulled away, rubbing his jaw with concern. She looking up into his chocolate brown eyes. The curls in his hair was sorta tossed around, his forehead had a few cuts that touched his hair line, the left side of his jaw was bruised, and his knuckles were busted on his right hand. She heart swelled with both love and concern.

“what happened to you guys? I was worried” she asked as she noticed Seeley was roughed up too. Lance carefully moved to the couch and plopped down.

Y/n sat on the couch next to Lance, her eyes held nothing but sympathy as her two favorite boys looked like two kicked puppies thst won the fight.

“oh sweetheart” she mumbled, cradling his cheeks. Lance smiled and Seeley rolled his eyes. “it's not that bad” Lance reasured.

“yeah and what happened was-” Seeley started but y/n cut him off. “you know, I don't want to know... You guys are both back in once piece that's what matters”

Lance was about to opened his mouth to defend himself and Seeley, but y/n cut him off, “I'm gonna get you guys patched up”

Lance's lips tugged into an onry smirk as y/n terned her back to get her dented first-aid kit. Seeley saw and quickly clapped his hands together nervously, he didn't want to think of the guy he concerned a little brother in any none-innocent type of situation.

“ya know, Bone can take care of me... Just focus on your Shrink” Seeley said and left without saying goodbye. Y/n raised an eyebrow at her best friend's strange behavior as she pulled out the old first-aid kit.

The thing was well worn and dented up marvel pencil box, it was they type of box that kids cried for during back to school shopping. It was a red metel box and the picture of comic book heros were almost all gone.

The old kit set beside Lance on the couch while she stood between Lance’s legs, he watched her every move, not because he didn't trust her, quite the opposite... He was was just always fascinated with how much medical stuff she knew.

“this is gonna sting a bit” y/n mumbled as she cleaned one of the cuts on his forehead, he wincined a bit but it wasn't an awful pain. After all the cuts on his face was cleaned she put some oitment on her fingers and rubbed it on the deeper cuts so they won't get infected.

“is that better?” she asked, putting a bandeg on his forehead then kissing it. He smiled, lifting his head so he could meet her lips with his. “I'd say so”

She chucked and pulled away gently. As she got a new cotton ball soaked with alcohol she opened her mouth to ask about the case, but hesitated.

“how was the case?” she asked taking his hand so she could clean up the dry blood off his knuckles.

His chocolate eyes looked down to watch her work, he shrugged. “we got the murder, but obviously not without a fight” he said.

She frowned. “I hate what they've done to you” Lance smirked at her concern. She knew Lance was a tough guy, but that didn't make her protective of him...he's been hurt enough in his life.

“the other guy is way worse... Trust me Baby” he kissed her nose as she finished wrapping up his hand. As he pulled away she raised his hand a kissed the bandged knuckles.

“you'll live” she joked. Lance shrugged with a smile. “I don't know Doc, I could use another kiss... It's a good muscle relaxer”

“your such a dork” she joked as she leaned in.

“you love me for it” he lazily smiled.

Y/n rolled her eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. She didn't pull all the away back, just enough to where their noses brushed against each other. “is that better?”

“it's getting there...” he mumbled as his fingers reached behind her neck and pulled her closer.

“God, I love you” she murmured against his plush lips. He place one more kiss to her lips and he quickly stood up, pulling her tight against his chest, lips never leaving hers. She moaned softly and quickly reached for his neck to undo his tie. Her mouth moved quicker against his, his tongue brushing against yours.

his hand moved down to grip her ass as they tumbled around the small room. She moaned louder, this time into his mouth. She began to understand at the fire that was building up in his kisses, how much he need her. Lance gently pushed her into the wall as she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. They only pulled away from each other long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head.

Lance's hands fell and grabbed her ass, this time lifting her up. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. She gasped against his lips as her core rubbed against his.

She buried her head in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses and bites to his skin as he moved towrds his desk. She shivered as the cold wood bit into her skin. Lance pressed his lips to her's as his hands fell to her thighs, slowly inching upward. Lance pushed her legs further apart, quickly slotting himself in between her legs.

Y/n looked up as the man she loved stood over her, his chocolate eyes trailing from her rosey lips, to the swell of her breasts, she was perfection in his eyes. when his eyes met her again, they were filled with lust, like the predator finally found his pray.

“is this okay?” He asked softly as His fingers trailed up her thigh, even after years of dating he always asked concent and made sure she was comfortable.

She watched as he fell to his knees in front, his head disappeared under her skirt, kissing the inside of her thighs. She let out a whimper as his warm tongue slid up between her folds. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers threaded through his curls. Lance's hands came up grabbing her thighs pulling her body closer as he devoured her. One of his hands came up to her clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved quickly, bring her closer to her orgasm.

He stood up straight leaning over her body. “You tase so good” he said quietly. She grew wetter at the sight of the slick covering his lips. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as turned on as she was. Her fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt as their lips connected for a rough kiss.

Y/n quickly pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She couldn't held but let her eyes wonder, she had seen Lance naked countless times, but every time it got a reaction within her. the sight of his body made her cunt drip with want.

Lance smirked as his nuzzled his nose against hers. “you like was you see Baby?”

She reached up and kissed his lips lazily “Lance, i need you. please,” she begged. “i need you inside me”

he stood, towering over her with a smirk. Her eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his jeans, she reached out and quickly unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. His head fell back with a groan as her hands brushed up against his hard erection.

Y/n ran her hands along his hardened chest before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close as possible. his hard dick brushed up against her soaked core, making the both of them groan in sync into the other’s mouth. Lance reached down to grab his dick, sliding the head through her entrance. he lined it up with her hole, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Y/n whimpered into his lips as Lance pushed his cock into her, pressing on her spot. She became lightheaded with pleasure as his lips fall onto her's again. the kisses were desperate and needy. hot and breathy.

“are you alright, Baby?” his eyes were concerned and searching for awnsers. She nodded, giving Lance the okay to start moving. he moved slowly, feeling apprehensive. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, carding her fingers though his hair and tugging, encouraging him to move faster. He sped up, sheathing his cock in and out. Y/n's moans mixed with his.

groaning, Lance bit your neck. “God, your so tight” he whispered. everything he did brought her closer to her climax.

“fuck, you feel so good” the way he was fucking her felt like bliss, they're moans and whimpers bouncing of the walls.

Y/n opened her eyes meeting his brown ones. She felt that familiar knot build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing her legs open giving him more access, he looked. “Common Beautiful, cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

his thumb fell onto her clit, bringing her closer as her pussy tightened around him. It became too much, how deep he was and the pressure she felt on her clit.

“Lance” she moaned, bucking her hips to meet his while she cried out in pleasure. If they weren’t mindful, the people in the buro would hear them, but at this point they didn’t particularly care, the pleasure was too good. But as he worship her and kissed her, she prayed the other agents and staff were too busy with their own work and cases to hear her cries and pleas of pleasure.

“i'm gonna cum." Y/n whimpered weakly as she began to let herself go, her hips bucking through her orgasm, her cheeks flushing pink as she pressed her forehead to Lance's shoulder, his hand reached up to her jaw and lifted her face up. “look at me baby”

her cunt pulsing around him as he stared into his dark eyes. He tried to hold himself back and fuck her through her orgasm, and when she let out a loud whimper, he came, shooting thick ropes into her.

As if on queue, his office door flew open. “hey Sweets, I forgot to- oh God -sorry... Sorry!!” Seeley yelled, y/n's head snapping to look at the door “Seeley!” she yellep and tried to cover herself in her boyfriends chest. Lance's head dropped to her shoulder and squeezed her hips in pleasure as Seeley ran out of sweets' office, slamming the door shut, warmth still filling y/n as Lance let out a sigh.

“never ask me what I saw in there” Seeley said fermly as his eyes remained wide. Temperance gave him a strange look as her husband pulled her far away from Sweets office.

Y/n stared at Lance, her eyes wide as she watch him come down, he began to laugh as she looked at him in shock. “Lance, this isn't funny! That was our best friend” Y/n scolded, slapping his chest, causing him to laugh harder. “he shouda knocked” Lance shrugged, pulling his white shirt over his shoulders as he kissed her lips quickly.

“my best friend walked in on us having sex, your not the tiniest bit embarrassed?” Y/n asked in disbelief, Lance shrugged. “a little bit, but that felt too good to care” he said pulling his pants up, as y/n collected herself Lance grabed the rest of her clothes.

“Did you at least see his face? I was busy.” Lance smirked, earning another slap to his chest. Y/n nodded, laughing slightly. “he's probably scared for life now”

“definitely” Lance said placing a quick kiss on her lips. “for life” he added while kissing her cheek.

#Lance Sweets smut #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Lance Sweets #john francis daley #Bones #Bones imagines #Bones smut #Jack Hodgins #Jack Hodgins x reader #Temperance Brennan

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Papers and Coffee

One particular evening, YN settled into her familiar corner of Lance's office, surrounded by a sea of papers waiting to be reviewed. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated her workspace, casting a warm and comforting light on her surroundings. She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes, as she adjusted her glasses and picked up a stack of math assignments to grade.

As she dived into her task, YN was blissfully unaware of the time passing. The rhythmic scratching of her pen against the paper became her background music, soothing in its familiarity. But as the minutes turned into hours, the neat piles of papers began to spread and sprawl across the desk and floor.

Just as YN was lost in her sea of papers, Lance, her older brother, walked in with a gentle smile. He was well aware of YN's tendency to immerse herself in her work and the resulting chaos that often ensued. He had made it a habit to check in on her, offering his support in any way he could.

"I brought you coffee," Lance announced with a soft chuckle, holding up a steaming cup of her favorite brew. He watched as YN looked up, surprise lighting up her eyes at the unexpected gesture. Setting the cup down on the edge of the desk, he surveyed the organized chaos around her. "Looks like you've got your hands full again."

YN grinned, a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion in her expression. "You have no idea. These assignments seem to multiply like rabbits."

Lance walked closer, surveying the mess with playful amusement. "Well, it's a good thing you have your own personal grading sanctuary here. Though I must admit, it's getting a bit challenging to find the actual desk."

YN laughed softly, a musical sound that brightened the room. "I promise I'll clean up when I'm done. Thanks for the coffee, by the way. You're a lifesaver."

Lance leaned against the edge of the desk, his gaze warm as he looked at his sister. "Anytime, sis. You know I'm here for you."

YN set her pen down, a touch of vulnerability in her eyes. "I really appreciate it. Teaching online can be so isolating sometimes. Coming here and having this space…it means a lot."

Lance reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Well, you're not alone. And don't forget, I'm just a knock away."

YN smiled up at him, a mixture of emotions swirling in her chest. "I'm lucky to have you as my big brother."

Lance's smile softened, and he gave her a one-armed hug. "The feeling's mutual, kiddo."

As YN and Lance were engrossed in their heartwarming sibling moment, the door to Lance's office swung open, revealing Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan.

"Wow, YNN, I thought I was drowning in paperwork," Booth exclaimed in mock astonishment as he stepped inside, Brennan following close behind with a knowing smile.

YN looked up, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush at the sudden intrusion. "Oh, hey Booth, Dr. Brennan. It's not usually this chaotic, I promise."

Lance gave a friendly nod to the duo. "Hey, Booth, Dr. Brennan. Just the right time for a dramatic entrance."

Brennan approached the desk, her observant eyes taking in the scattered papers and the atmosphere of camaraderie in the room. "It seems you have a productive workspace, albeit a bit...overwhelmed."

Booth grinned and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Hey, we've all been there. I remember when Bones had a mountain of bones to identify and I thought I was gonna lose my mind."

Brennan shot him a slightly exasperated look. "That analogy is not entirely accurate."

YN chuckled, finding their banter amusing. "Well, at least I'm not dealing with bones. Just a mountain of math assignments."

Lance gestured to the cups of coffee on the desk. "Can we offer you some coffee? We seem to have an abundance."

Booth's eyes lit up. "Coffee? Now you're speaking my language!"

Brennan smirked, raising an eyebrow at Booth's enthusiasm. "I didn't know caffeine addiction was classified as a language."

While Brennan and Booth playfully exchanged remarks, Lance and YN shared a knowing smile. The arrival of the Jeffersonian duo had added an unexpected but pleasant twist to the evening.

YN pushed aside a stack of papers to make room on the desk for more coffee cups. "Help yourselves, and thanks for joining the paper party."

As Booth grabbed a coffee cup and took a sip, he surveyed the room with a raised eyebrow. "So, Sweets, what's the occasion? Are you trying to set a new record for the most papers in one room?"

Lance laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, just sibling bonding over grading marathons."

Brennan's curiosity got the better of her. "Sibling bonding? Is YN a teacher too?"

YN nodded, her eyes lighting up as she explained, "Yes, I teach online grade school classes. This is my refuge for grading and tutoring. And Lance is kind enough to let me use his office."

Booth took another sip of his coffee, leaning against the desk. "Well, that's nice. It's like a family workspace here."

Brennan's gaze softened as she studied the scene. "Yes, there's a sense of unity and collaboration in this room. It's rather heartwarming."

YN smiled at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. It's nice to have a space where I can feel supported, even in the chaos."

Booth nodded in agreement. "Hey, we all need our safe havens."

As the conversation flowed, the room buzzed with a sense of camaraderie. The unexpected visit from Booth and Brennan had turned an ordinary evening of grading into a memorable and uplifting experience. With cups of coffee in hand, they continued to share stories and laughter, bridging the gap between their different professions and finding common ground in the challenges they faced.

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #bones #bones x reader #bones imagine #bones imagines #bones fanfiction #lance sweets #lance sweets x reader #lance sweets imagine #lance sweets imagines #lance sweets fanfiction

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calibowrites · 1 year

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weigh your heart against my eyes

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Discussions of CSA, CSEM, pedophilia, and sex trafficking. Descriptions of self-harming behaviour, severe panic attack, and flashbacks. Stay safe.

Description: When a case hits too close to home, it's up to Lance to pull you back from the brink.

Read it here on AO3!

#lance sweets #lance sweets x reader #bones (2005)#bones tv #gender neutral reader #seriously heed the warnings. dont read if it will trigger you #working on a part 2 rn that will come out.... eventually. depends on if i finish it before my black friday shift tmrw #if i missed any tws pls tell me

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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HELLO IVE BEEN COMBING THE SWEETS TAG FOR YEARS AND IT HAS NEW ACTIVITY AND I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU! I RESTARTED BONES SO EXPECT MORE SWEETS CONTENT!!

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What are some songs you guys would really like fanfiction written to? comment or ask anonymously

#lance sweets #lance sweets imagine #lance sweets x reader #lance x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles x y/n #teen wolf #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fandom #bones tv #bones fanfiction

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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)

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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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