Okay, here me out! Imagine an episode with a bones and supernatural crossover. Like could you imagine Bones and Booth rocking up to a crime scene only to have Dean and Sam there as their fake FBI personas cause it's actually a Hunter case and the idea of Sweets trying to shrink Cas cause he doesn't believe this guy actually thinks he's an Angel.
I'd just die happy if this was a fucking episode. Either as a camo on Bones or Supernatural. It would be so fucking funny.
︵ synopsis: Being an intern at the Jeffersonian was always a dream for you and it had finally come true. The job itself was a breeze for you, but one thing constantly lingered in the front of your mind.
After moving to the city you decided to congratulate yourself with a celebratory drink, but the night had changed into heated temptation. While working with the squint team you come face to face with a very familiar looking man, the sexual tension between you both unbearable until one day you finally break.
︵wc: 833 (so far)
︵TW: MDNI | 18+ | Sexual Content | Strong Language | Suggestive Themes | Eventually SMUT | injury | death |
: ̗̀➛ CHAPTER INDEX
Prologue
Part 1 (tba)
Part 2 (tba)
More Chapters To Be Added Soon...
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︵ synopsis: You've been accepted as the new anthropologist intern at the Jeffersonian. After hearing of the amazing news you decided to go out for a celebratory drink at the Founding Fathers, little did you know you would bump into the cutest man while there and nearly end up going home with him.
︵ content warnings: MDNI | 18+ | Sexual Content | Sexual Themes | Implied SMUT
︵word count: 833
A/N: I think I've read nearly every Sweets x reader that is available and thought I'd contribute because I'm currently obsessed with this man. If you do enjoy it please interact with the post, this will let me know that people are enjoying it and will encourage me to continue writing chapters. Thank you
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There was a thick sound of chatter that echoed in the air, bouncing off the walls as it set the atmosphere in the establishment. A faint clink of glasses and some drunken laughter complimented the muffled chat every so often. Lance sighed into his glass, his warm breath leaving condensation as it made contact with the partly melted ice cubes that jingled about in his cup.
Lance Sweets, the youngest psychologist for the FBI and certified profiler sat alone in the Founding Fathers. Sitting at the bar by himself he was lost in his own thoughts. His glass held up to his lips as though he was about to take a drink, but his hand only lingered there as he dwelled in his own self pity. He wasn't looking for sympathy, only a quiet night to get his head straight. A faint, yet potent scent of floral filled his nostrils. His tired gaze turned to see who the smell was coming from, Lance didn't mean to stair for as long as he had, but he felt himself lost in a trap as he admired the beautiful woman who was leaning over the bar top beside himself.
Drinking in every detail Sweets was in 'awh', or perhaps he only thought that way because of the alcohol? Whatever it was he was infatuated by the young woman. Her silky smooth hair that hung below her shoulders felt warm and inviting, the clear complexion of her sink that glowed in the dim lighting sent shivers up his spine and to top it all off was the wispy, long, white dress that came just above her knees. She was an angel in his eyes. "Drinking alone?" Sweets cleared his throat as he tried starting up a conversation with this bewitching creature.
The woman turned to face Lance and to him this was the cherry on top of it all. Her eyes were deep and soulful, there was a slight twinkle in her iris that just sent Sweets off the rails. "So you are." The young woman gave Lance a mischievous smile in return as she stated the obvious to him with pride in her tone. Sweets could only let out a soft chuckle and a slight shake of the head, "Very observant."
Once the woman's beverage was ready she shuffled over to take a seat in the stool that was across from Lance. He only watched as her dress slid up her legs after taking a seat, turning his whole body to face her. "Do I look that lonely?" The young psychologist commented, moving to rest his chin in his hand. "No, but I am and you seem sweet." The girl retaliated, using her straw to stir the ice around in her glass.
'Sweet' Lance thought to himself, butterflies starting to turn in his stomach. He would never admit it, but he was easily flustered. "Well, you're just fascinating." Sweets attempted to flirt, noticing the faintest brush of red dusting over the woman's cheeks.
The two shared their time together tanking down drinks and shamelessly flirting with each other. Time was an enigma to Sweets, one minute he was laughing and flirting away with the woman across from him, the next the two of them were outside. Lance had her pinned up against the wall outside of the Founding Fathers, the air was nippy but barely noticeable. At some point they had decided to ditch the drinks and ended up outside aggressively making out with each other.
Lance savoured every millisecond of their time together. Her touch was soft and gentle with a hint of desperation as she clung and clawed into his shirt and hair. Lance let out a husky moan against her lips, bringing her in closer and pulling up her leg to wrap around his hips. Sliding his hand up under her dress the psychologist caressed her thigh before giving it a tight squeeze, her plump, moist lips groaning against his. He was in utter bliss. He wanted this moment to last forever, but just as they were getting a little too into each other they were cut off by a phone ringing.
Groaning Lance pulled back as the woman moved her hand to retrieve her phone from her bag. "Shit... I-I gotta go" she stated as she frantically tried to move away, "no! You can't go..." Sweets protested as he looked her in the eyes, "I-I mean... I don't want you to go." He pulled her in closer. Planting another kissing on her lips, this time it was more gentle and passionate rather than rough and heated. The woman sighed, looking up as Lance as she drew circles around his chest with her finger tips. "I promise we'll meet again. I can feel it."
It wasn't long until Sweets was standing outside the Foundation Fathers by himself, fixing his tie and tucking in his shirt as he sighed to himself. That's when he realized something, he didn't even know her name.
Currently working on writing a Sweets x Reader cause I'm so overly obsessed with this man right now. Is anyone else alive in this fandom or is it just me?
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