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❀It’s not a grand gesture. It doesn’t happen during a date. Jack’s observing you work when he realises his crush and affection have developed into something far greater.
❀It’s the passion and the heart you put into work, determined to find answers to solve a case. It never matters what’s going on in your life. Whether you're happy, stressed, excited or going through a difficult patch. You go above and beyond.
❀Jack knows it’s one of the reasons he adores you. A little ray of sunshine on a dark day. You see the best in everyone and love your friends and family wholeheartedly.
❀You're working late one night, you don’t hear Jack come in. He’s by the door, admiring you. Taking the time to admire the small things, sometimes he’s too busy to pay attention to them. He’s aware he’s lucky to spend any time with you. Believing you're out of his league, but he’s going to steal whatever time, whatever affection you’ll give him.
❀He knocks on your door, not wanting to startle you. You smile at him as if he’s given you the sun. He mentions you need to take a break to reset your brain. To rest. You protest, but eventually Jack convinces you to sit with him for a while, order something to eat.
❀While you're eating, you try and talk casually, but still go back to talking about the case. Jack doesn’t know what prompts him to tell you, it slips out. Your eyes widen a little, it takes you a moment to process, but you give him the most beautiful smile and tell him you love him back.
❀The room goes silent after that, not another word spoken between you two. However, Jack leans a little closer, and you move instinctively. Jack turns your head to kiss you softly, before he suggests you both go home and see the case with a fresh pair of eyes.
can I please get headcannons for the bones boys taking you out on a first date? Thank you so much for writing for bones!
A/N: anything for my bones boys
Booth would definitely do something unconventional. Something fun, unexpected, something that was a bit competitive, but mostly something where he could show off.
"Really?" you almost laughed as you stood in front of the entrance. "The fair?"
"Oh, come on. When was the last time you did something like this?" He nudged you on your shoulder, wagging his eyebrows at you.
He would then proceed to win you a giant stuffed bear at the duck shoot.
"What?" he shrugged nonchalantly, "Like it’s hard?"
"Not for you apparently," you teased. "Though I expect being a ranger turned FBI agent probably helps."
You started walking backwards enjoying the challenging look in his eyes.
"Are you trying to rial me up?" he questioned, smirking at you.
You leaned in close to him, enjoying the way his breathing increased. "Depends, how easy do you fluster?"
You pulled away, making your way towards the ring toss.
"Oh, I see how it is," Booth shouted as he trailed after you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.
The first date with Booth would solely about getting to know you, making you laugh, and gauging just how comfortable he could be around you. It would absolutely end with him being a giant tease and kissing you on the corner of your mouth or your temple.
Hodgins, rich (so rich he doesn't even know how rich), Hodgins would try and impress you. At least that was his first thought. Private and obscenely expensive dinner? Check. Expensive car to get you there? Check.
But like many things in Jack's life, it never really went according to plan.
"Oh, come on!" Jack grumbled at the flat tire. "I just had the car serviced. I can't believe this."
It was only when you started laughing that he relaxed enough to look at you.
"What?" He asked a bit in disbelief. Crushing thoughts about how this was the worst first date to never actually even start diminished at the sight your smile.
"I don't think I've seen you this stressed since you tried to hide TNT experiment from Cam," you said laughter dying down.
"Hey, that civil war exhibit didn't need it as much as us," he reasoned, a smile now stretching across his own face as he leaned against his car.
You mirrored his movements, shoulder pressed against his as you leaned against the car.
"I wanted this to be perfect. But just about everything seems to have gone wrong."
"Well, it's a good thing the night isn't over yet," you looked around. "You know, I think we're close to the diner."
"You can't be serious," he laughed. A mixture of disbelief and awe.
"Deal. I never needed anything fancy anyways - just you Jack."
From that moment, he knew that he wasn't ever going to mess it up. You were it for him.
Sweets would want to do anything where the two of you could just talk. We know he's done a pottery class before so something along those lines. Really anything where he got to just look at you with a big grin on his face and listen to every word that came out of your mouth.
"Lance?"
"Yeah?"
"Your chicken is burning."
"Oh, shit."
You let out a laugh that made him forget all about the charred chicken. He, in hindsight, should have known better than to plan a cooking class as your first date. Not when you distracted him so easily he could chop a finger off. Definitely not his best idea.
"Here, we can just share mine," you said as you fed him some of your food. All teasing smiles and delicious prolonged eye contact.
Definitely not his worst date idea.
Wendell is one for simplicity. He wants to get to know you, but he also doesn't want to go overboard and scare you off. He'd plan for a simple dinner (your pick) and make a walk around the city.
The street lights illuminated the city, a cool breeze rushing past you. You tried your best not to seem cold - you'd opted for looks- not practically. Now you were paying the price for it.
A sudden rush of warm hit you, you looked up at Wendell who'd wordlessly placed his jacket over your shoulders.
"Wendell-"
"Don't even mention it. Can't have you getting sick now, can I?" He gently nudged your shoulder with his own as you walked side by side. "Wouldn't want you to rain check the next date."
"The next one?" you prodded - warmth washing over your cheeks. "Someone is presumptuous," you teased.
"Nah, just optimistic," He smiled brightly at you. "So, what do ya say?"
"I think your odds are looking pretty good," you looped your arm to hold on to his.
Wendell wouldn't necessarily consider himself a betting man, but he'd say he won out on this one.
Vincent was quiet sure how he'd managed it. It was all a bit of blur if he was honest. One second you both were discussing how no number before a thousand contains the letter a, and the next he had asked you out. And you'd said yes.
He almost thought he'd dreampt it, really. You'd had to call out his name twice before he blinked himself back into reality.
Now he stood in front of your door holding flowers that were wilting away by the second - he swore he'd just gotten them and they looked pristine.
He let out a sigh, knuckles frozen over the door. This would be, fine. You already said yes. Oh, God.
Knuckles knocking against the door, he frantically smoothed out his hair.
"Vincent!"
You leaned in for a hug, crushing the flowers, but he couldn't bring himself to care. You pulled away giving him this brilliant smile that put him at ease.
"Are those for me?"
"Wha- yes. Yes, they are for you." He handed you the roses. "Did you know over 30,000 rose varieties exist today?"
You let out a small laugh, eyes still sparkling. "I didn't, but thank you for telling me."
That smile of your really did put him at ease. This would be fine - this would be great - because he was with you.
When Colin asked you to go out with him to the Slasherthon at the local movie theater he wasn't actually sure you'd say yes. But he figured the worst you could say was no - or you know, laugh at him until he fell into an endless abyss of shame.
Either would be fine.
He expected the abyss.
He did not expect you to say yes. Let alone actually show up. But there you were in a Jason Voorhees t-shirt all smiles as he walked up to you.
"Are you ready for lots of gore and eating our weight in popcorn?" You asked practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. He'd never seen anything more lively or beautiful in his life.
"A person after my own heart," he said dramatically - hand placed over his own heart.
"Come on, Colin," you grabbed his hand pulling him into the theater. As you led him away he realized the abyss option would have been much worse than he had anticipated.
You were a light shining into his abyss.
Aubrey would take you to a nice sit down restaurant. He spent the better half of the week trying to decide where exactly to take you. He'd finally settled on a restaurant you had been talking about trying for a month now.
"Aubrey, how did you know I wanted to eat here?" You asked, leaning forward. Your eyes excitedly bouncing between the menu and Aubrey.
"You've been talking about it," he shrugged, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about it.
"Aubrey- I mentioned it once, like, a month ago." You laughed a bit in disbelief.
"And?"
"And how do you remember something like that?"
"It sounded important to you, why wouldn't I want to remember it?"
He'd be lying if he didn't say he enjoyed that look on your face. A mixture of disbelief and being heard - actually heard.
"Now, I'm thinking we go family style on this bad boy and see what all the fuss is about." Aubrey leaned forward, both of you so close to the other. If the flowers in the middle of the table weren't in the way he just might have leaned in for kiss.
"You sure you can leave some food for me?" You teased, your eyes sparkling in a way that made Aubrey realize he never wanted to see your eyes without it.
"Sweetheart, I'd leave all of it for you if you asked."
"Liar," you laughed.
"Alright some of it, but that's better than none!"
Summary; Finn asks you to move in with him
Pairing; Finn Abernathy x Female Reader
A/N; Requests are open!
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I have thinking about you a lot lately. Thinking about us too. I never thought I'd ever meet my soulmate. If I'm being honest I'm not sure I believed they existed. But without a shadow of a doubt, you are my soulmate.
I'm thanking my lucky stars you've entered my life. I promise you now sweetheart I'm never going to take you for granted. I'd attempt to give you the moon if I could. Hell, I'd give you the whole galaxy if it were possible. You deserve it all darlin.
Which has got me thinking. I was wondering if perhaps you'd want to move in with me. You could move into mine or we could find somewhere together. I really don't mind as long as I get to wake up to you every morning for the rest of our lives.
Summary; Jack writes you a letter for your anniversary.
A/N; Requests are open!
Credit @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider
Today we've been together for five years. I can't believe how much time has passed. It feels like yesterday when we first met in that cafe you love so much. I owe Greta, so much.
Nice girl, she told me. In the end, she pushed me to ask you out. Stop your gawping and do something about it. She's the reason, I gathered up the courage to talk to you.
These past five years have been my favourite. At times it's not been easy, but what relationship is. I truly believe the things which are most benefical and rewarding are not supposed to be straightforward.
I look forward to many sunrises and sunsets with you. To more exporations of new places. To many more fights and make up's.
I want it all. The good, the bad and the ugly. Only with the most incrediable, beautiful, talented, funny, woman in the world.
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
