Me (a straight female) : *slams book close* *kicks my legs in the air* *giggles uncontrollably* *contemplates life choices* *squeels like a teenage girl* *realizes that he isn’t real* *cries because no one is as good as Aaron mf warner*
(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection
Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?
Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode
Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me
Wordcount: 1.9k
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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.
“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.
A laugh erupts from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t. You know everyone, you work here, silly!” (Y/N) boops her boyfriend's nose before exiting the vehicle. Another smile spreads on her face upon seeing what feels like her second home since she is spending so much time there: The Jeffersonian Institute.
Both Wendell and (Y/N) work as “Squintern” there and happened to meet on a case a few months back. Quickly after realizing that this is the woman of his dreams, the blond asked her out and well, the rest is history.
In the beginning of their relationship the two decided to keep it on the low, wanting to figure out the way this is heading for themselves without the prying eyes of the other squinterns, snide comments by Dr. Brennan or the nagging from Angela as well as the awkward behavior Cam always puts on after obtaining information like this one. Also, Wendell is scared of Booth’s reaction, claiming his watchful eyes over them would burn the hairs in his back.
“Yeah I know, my little dove. But, they are practically our family and soon they will know the youngest of it are dating. Not that we are something like siblings- god no, this wasn’t what I wanted to imply. I just meant- I don’t know how to talk my way out of this,” he sheepishly looks at (Y/N), his face red as a tomato. In return, she kisses his cheek, rubbing a hand over his bicep in an affectionate manner.
“Don’t worry, Darling. They all will be happy for us, I mean either that or they don’t care at all. Both reactions are not bad for us.” But his troubled face still doesn’t vanish. “Honestly, I’m just scared of Booth.”
Again, this theme. Sensing your annoyance, Wendell quickly explains himself. “A few days ago, when I touched your shoulder while complimenting your work of reconstructing the skull, Booth watched us and had this ‘don’t touch my daughter again’ look on his face. And I have seen this in fathers of previous girls I was in relationships with, but none of them needed to pass a gun qualification regularly or are trained in a military level in what seems every single life aspect. I swear, he can snap me in two by just looking at me.”
(Y/N)’s lips leave an exasperated sigh. They discussed this topic over and over again. Wendell is more than sure that both Brennan and Booth adopted her as their unofficial child since they know her since she was a junior in high school and watched her grow up and supported her career as a forensic anthropologist from the beginning.
(Y/N) on the other hand feels like this is not true at all due to all the comments they make she feels like they are just people sharing a long friendship. Said comments are teasing, but Wendell and her are still working on the whole social cues thing together.
“Darling, you are imagining things. Just yesterday Seeley called me the single reason for getting gray hair after Jack and I blew up a little bit during an experiment.” He animatedly gestures his hands in her direction. “Exactly! This is something only a father figure say- wait. Hodgins and you blew up during an experiment! Why didn’t you tell me about that?!” His face immediately takes a look of new worry, a deeper one than the previous one. That was only about people’s opinion, but this look is about his girlfriend’s safety.
“I told you to be more careful when you conduct these with him! You know what- I’m gonna kill him for being this reckless all the time” this and many more things does Wendell grumble while the two of them make their way through security without any hitches.
Now it’s her turn to look sheepishly at him. “Look, I didn’t tell you not because I didn’t want to, I just forgot about it. And we are both fine! We only lost a few arm hairs and have some slight burns. We were already scolded by Cam, so you don’t need to lecture me too.”
But this doesn’t help Wendell’s mood either. “I will lecture you as long and as often as I see fit. It seems like the amount I already did wasn’t enough, because here you are, telling me about something like that as if you were talking about what you had for lunch. I need to be informed if you get injured. I need to make sure you are fine mentally, emotionally and physically. That’s part of the job description as your boyfriend. Show me the burns, please.”
While Wendell lectures (Y/N) and inspects her injuries they continue to walk towards the platform, not paying attention to who is close by. Until a voice cuts his rant off with a loud “BOYFRIEND?! OH MY GOD!” Coming from nobody less than Angela Montenegro herself.
The scream is loud enough that everyone comes out of their offices, throwing away any project they were working on. While (Y/N)’s face turns hot by all of the sudden attention, Wendell’s gets white as a ghost seeing Booth step out of Brennan’s office.
Unfazed by the couple’s expressions, Angela has still her gaze fixated on them. Wendell’s hand still clasps around (Y/N)’s wrist in order to deem the burns non life-threatening. “I knew it! I knew that you two are together! Jack, pay up!” A groan comes from the entomologist. “You just made me fifty bucks poorer, kids. I hope you are happy now.” He says with a sigh, getting his wallet out of his back pocket and hands a bill to the brunette. Her smile is unmatched.
“Is that true, Mr Bray? Are you having a relationship with Miss (Y/L/N)?” Brennan asks the now red faced man. Booth positions himself next to hir, his arms crossed in front of him with his face turning into an intimidating look.
His eyes are switching between his boss, her husband and his girlfriend. The last one gives him an encouraging smile. After taking a deep breath he gives her a nod paired with a smile of his own. He lets go of her wrist, instead threading his fingers through hers. “Yes,” he says, turning towards Temperance, “Miss (Y/L/N) and I are engaging in a relationship.”
She looks at him with a satisfied smile on her face. “Well then, I wish you two good luck. Also, (Y/N),” Brennan addresses her, ”I want you to remember what we have talked about.” Now it’s the young woman’s turn to look embarrassed. Still, she gives out a meekly “Yes, I do.”
Hoping that this whole ordeal is over now, the male turns back to the platform, where Cam already awaits her team. She has a warm look for the youngest between the group.
But he isn’t let off the hook that easily.
“Wendell, I got something in my car that I need help with”, Booth shouts for him, leaving no room for discussion. While most of the team gives him a look of terror and pity, (Y/N) flashes him a smile and a sublte thumbs up, thinking that Seeley really does need help with something.
The way to the garage is basked in an uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for Wendell at least, Booth is enjoying this obviously. After what feels like an eternity, he decides to break it.
“So, Wendell Bray. What do you think is the reason you are dating (Y/N)?” Startled by the sudden question, the young man gaps at the agent. He needs a second to collect himself again. “I- Agent Booth, we, I- ahem- I date your- (Y/N)! I date (Y/N) because I love her, Agent Booth.” Ok, maybe he isn’t as collected as he thought he is.
“Aha”, Seeley acknowledges, popping the trunk of his SUV open, “Isn’t love a pretty strong word?” Wendell watches him take a big plastic case out.
“It is, still I’m sure. I love (Y/N) and she loves me. We both are willing to make this relationship work. We know that our jobs are demanding and we both are dedicated to our careers. I think that’s why we understand each other so well and know exactly what the other one needs. I attend just as much to her needs as (Y/N) does to mine. I know love isn’t enough to keep a relationship alive, but it’s part of the foundation.” He looks up at the agent with nothing but honesty in his eyes. It makes Seeley sigh before popping the plastic case open.
Inside is some kind of rifle. After all, Wendell is not a weapon expert, so every gun with a long snout is a rifle to him. “This, my dear Mr Bray, is one of my specialties. If - I’m talking in an ‘if’, I can’t give you more - if you hurt (Y/N), I’ll follow you around with this one. You know, this kid is like a daughter to me and Bones, so you know what this talk is about. Except for, I won’t kill you. Injure? Yes, definitely. But not kill. I want you to live with the guilt of hurting one of the most innocent souls on this earth. You’ll never see this - me - coming. Understood?”
Booth’s expression should induce the biggest fear into Wendell he ever felt. Instead, a wave of great respect overcomes him. Now he knows that there are people caring about his girlfriend beyond a friendship level. There is a familial bond, people (Y/N) can and does rely on outside from him. “Understood and respected, Sir.” They shake hands, exchanging mutual respect.
“Good, now that this is settled, I wish you two the best,” He tells the young man while packing everything up again and closing the trunk. “You are kind of the best fit for her in a lab like that. God knows you are the only normal one, and I got a wife and a nearly-daughter in there. Let’s get back inside before they send the cops out, thinking I killed you. We should also meet up for a beer or something soon again, have a man to man talk. What do you think?”
As they enter the platform in a cheery manner, everyone looks at the pair with bulging eyeballs. Everyone except for (Y/N), who is just happy to see them getting along just the way they were before the announcement. After all, she is right.
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Does the smell of someone just bring you so much comfort for no reason. You don’t even notice until you’re craving a certain smell and realize who smells like that. It doesn’t even have to be a romantic relationship, I’m talking platonic as well. But sometimes you just want to be engulfed in a hug by them, and to just take in their scent. Does this sound creepy 😭
Does the smell of someone just bring you so much comfort for no reason. You don’t even notice until you’re craving a certain smell and realize who smells like that. It doesn’t even have to be a romantic relationship, I’m talking platonic as well. But sometimes you just want to be engulfed in a hug by them, and to just take in their scent. Does this sound creepy 😭
- malcolm has so many things going on in his life. his night terrors and ptsd. having to be cuffed to his bed at night to keep himself from hurting himself or others. he doesn’t open up like others and he’s insecure about it. it frustrates him to no end. he can do sexual relationships all day long, but emotional and physical attachments are so hard for him.
- with his father being a manipulative serial killer, his mother being overbearing and at times controlling, and his normal sister who takes after his mother in some aspects. he’s tries to shield you away from them as long as possible. but it doesn’t last long as he slips up and someone figures it out. queue the dinner party, and the hounding of questions from his mother and sister.
- it takes malcolm months to build up the courage to even talk about the things he’s seen. the girl in the box being one of them. he didn’t want to be written off as crazy and in turn lose his relationship with you. so in turn with all his ailments, be patient with the boy.
little things
- finds sanctuary in the fact he can fully open up to you about what he’s feeling. he loves that you don’t try to tell him what’s wrong, just that you listen to him and understand what his feeling
- as he doesn’t wear them as much, his sweater shirts and hoodies always look the best on you. he loves seeing you step out from the wardrobe wearing his harvard sweatshirt and some shorts. it makes him smile
- he finds that having you sit next to him as he takes his meds and reads his affarations soothing. he’ll read them aloud and smile as you gently watch from over his shoulder. shuttering as you whisper the words back to him.
- even though he is not much of a cooker, he does try to help you in the kitchen when you make something. his favorite being a grilled cheese just because he likes it the way you make it
- standing up for him is a big one, he takes so much shit from his mother, sister and father and sometimes he just needs someone to take a step between and diffuse the situation.
- and while he was supposed to be on bed rest after being kidnapped, you bought a crime solving game for him and you to play. it featured real murders and you two got to solve them. and he enjoyed it so much. jessica was so surprised to see he had actually followed your rules and stayed home, much to her disdain but she let it slide as he was getting better.
affection
- nicknames, are reserved for private moments or if something happens and it just slips out. he doesn’t want any teasing from gil or jt so he tends to avoid calling you by any nickname he has come up with. he switches around from my sunshine to darling to sweetheart. only really uses your real name if something is truly serious
- hugs, malcolm never liked the idea of hugs. it closed him off and didn’t give him an out. but since you’ve come into his life, he loves hugs but still won’t tell anyone. the first time you hugged him, he had just gotten an ear full from gil about calling for backup then waiting for the backup. when you came in, he was expecting for you to yell at him, not pull him into your arms and squeeze him tightly. saying how happy you are to see he’s okay and alive. it was a sudden type of affection he wasn’t use to, but it felt right.
- kisses, again are saved for a more private setting. he will kiss the back of your hand or cheek if he really wants to. but heated kisses, kisses on the lips or other body parts are saved for home
- holding hands, is his go to affection. like you see him with a hand tremor and you just grab his hand and will pull you around wherever he goes, his hand still locked with yours. this is where he tends to kiss the back of your hand.
- cuddling, given the chance he will cuddle with you. it does take some time for him to accept as he doesn’t want to hurt you and he’s never had that type of affection before. so once he gets use to it, he’s always game for some cuddling
A parent that welcomes you back home after things have fallen apart. A best friend whose voice alone who can make you relax. A spouse who convinces you to stay in bed an extra hour and leave the dishes for later. A stranger who sees you tired and gives up their seat on the train. Augh. The humanity of it
I just realized that if you say it aloud you’re basically saying smoke alarm in an Australian accent
Edit- Don’t come for me I’m French (with a slight Russian accent [don’t ask] ), not Australian- I was thinking of those H2O Just Add Water impressions you see on TikTok 😭
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