#lance sweets x reader

[yaren23]

Why is no one talking about Bones??!! Where's everyone where's the fanfics HELLOOO!!????

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her favourite character from bones is lance sweets ⋆˖𝜗ৎ°

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Thank you bones fic writers

Just know if you have EVER written a lance sweets x reader I HAVE READ IT. I have read EVERY SINGLE ONE ON THE INTERNET at least once if not once A MONTH. If anyone ever writes anymore I beg of you tag me I will do ANYTHING for more content. And if u have I love you and I am forever indebted to you xx

[sualocin]

hiii could you maybe do a sweet/fluffy (or, if youre feeling particularly fun, misunderstandings/miscommunication, hurt/comfort) with sweets? maybe something focused on pining and getting together and maybe some jealousy of either side?

Lance Sweets x Reader

summary: he's been spending too much time with daisy. way too much time.

content warning: swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i cannot make a short and tidy fic for the life of me lmao. sorry for all the daisy slander (only some of it is personal) it just fit so well for this premise i'm sorryyyyyy. set in season four approximately, reader works with hodgins

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It pained you to see Daisy hanging off Lance whenever she got the chance. They weren’t even dating and she always needed to be touching him. You despised it because it felt like Lance was slowly forgetting you when she started interning at the Jeffersonian with Dr. Brennan. No more Friday movie nights, no more impromptu game times, no more sleepovers. It sucked to have everything stop suddenly due to Daisy dragging his attention away.

‘Oh I can’t make movie night, Daisy wants me to come with her to a bar’

‘I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow so I can help Daisy put together furniture’

‘Daisy’

‘Daisy’

‘DAISY’

You were tired of the excuses, tired of the late cancellations because she needed his help last minute. You were tired of her. If she came to badger you for some evidence or results? Instantly you would disappear from your little corner of the bug and slime room, leaving poor Hodgins to deal with her constant jabbering and hounding. It was all you could do really, when she came up in the intern rotation. The others were fine, hell you got along with the rest of them from the start! Vincent, bless his constant facts and info dumps, was still less annoying than her. You just couldn’t stand her. 

It was already a pretty crappy day. Constant cold rain, your car wouldn’t start so you had to hitch a ride with Angela, and now Daisy is here. She’s not even supposed to be in the lab today, it’s supposed to be Fisher. But he is apparently out sick so now you’re stuck with her. You have half a mind to turn around and use some PTO to get out of here, but a new body means new particulates that you and Hodgins have to analyze. And there are a lot of them on this body.  Having so much to do wouldn’t be so bad if Lance didn’t come and help bring the body in, which gives you a front row seat to all the touchy action they’re getting up to.

You don’t even realize you’re glaring at them until Hodgins startles you out of it by shaking your shoulder.

“Christ Hodgins!” You exclaim, hand shooting over your heart at the scare. Your glare turns towards him now, upset at the fact he somehow snuck up on you in your brooding mood.

“I called your name like five times Y/N. Are you alright?” Hodgins asks, hand still on your shoulder. He’s giving you such a quizzical look that you feel (slightly) bad for worrying him. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just tired is all,” You lie your ass off, giving him a smile-like grimace to hopefully appease him. The last thing you need is to tell Hodgins, who then tells Angela, about what is going on in your brain. Because no matter how sworn to secrecy they are, Angela eventually spills the gossip to Brennan and Booth. And you don’t need that coming to bite you in the ass. But you don’t even notice that Hodgins sends a look towards Angela at your response, too busy trying to glare and scrape for particulates.

“Okay then… I’ll stay here and collect more samples if you want to start on what we have gathered so far,” He says, handing you a tray and shooing you away from the body. You sigh in relief, and move towards the cave of bugs and slime with whatever you have on your tray. Before you can even get past the doorway, Angela stops you in your tracks by shouting your name. She jogs up to you and gives you one of her patented ‘I know something is up so you better tell me’ looks.

“You are not just tired sweetie. I saw the glare you were giving Sweets and Daisy, what’s really going on?” She questions, following you when you continue to walk back to your area. Her many bracelets jangle against the packed evidence folder as she tries to keep up with you. You scoff at her question, only responding when you are fully seated in your chair.

“Can you not see the way she hangs off him? He’s not a jungle gym… Or-or a rock wall,” You huff out, almost slamming the tray onto the table. Angela’s eyes widen at your words, the hidden meaning behind them makes something go off in her brain. She smiles and chuckles at you.

“Oh you like Sweets, don’t you Y/N?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You turn and stare at her, cheeks feeling hot at the accusation.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’ll just say it’s unprofessional to be acting like that in the workplace,” You fire back, hands moving on their own to separate the petri dishes into testing categories. Work distracts you, lets you ignore your feelings. Angela is making that impossible right now, with all her questions and talking.

“You really like him honey. Have you ever tried to see if he feels the same way?” She asks, trying to guide you in the right direction. Because Angela knows something you don’t. She knows how Lance feels about you, she’s known ever since she saw the way he looks at you. He doesn’t look that way at anyone else. Not even Daisy. You slouch in your chair, eyes gazing off into the distance as she speaks. If you tried to voice what you really felt, you would probably burst into tears.

“He definitely doesn’t. I mean, he has just stopped spending time with me. He cancels at the last minute, sometimes he doesn’t even bother to call and let me know he’s not going to make it. He definitely does not feel the same way,” You explain, taking a shuddering breath in to try and calm yourself. You are at work after all, and the lab is not the best place to have a breakdown. Angela pats you on your back and gives you a sympathetic look, trying not to give away too much of her plan to get you two together. Ultimately, Lance may have let it slip to her that he was madly in love with you when he had one too many after a case. But she wouldn’t outright tell you that, you have to figure it out on your own.

“That’s terrible Y/N. I know I usually give great advice, but I am struggling to think of a way to fix this. I’ll just leave you with this: If he can’t be bothered to give you the time of day, you don’t give it to him either,” She advises, giving you a few more gentle pats before leaving to go work on her pile of evidence. When she is fully out of the room, your head hits the table and you let out a long groan. This is going to be a hard case. 

You’ve been staring through this microscope for what feels like hours now, getting nowhere fast on identifying where this cotton fiber could have come from. It was on the body, but the clothes weren’t cotton at all, so how did it get there? Hodgins has come and gone like a summer breeze, most likely to lunch and then talking to Angela or Cam. Yet you remain where you’ve been seated for the past 4 hours. You rub your eyes at the realization of just how long you’ve been sitting and staring at a screen, half tempted to walk around the lab to stretch your legs. That thought dies as soon as La- No, Sweets walks into the room. His presence drives your tired eyes right back into the microscope in order to avoid him.

“Hey Y/N. I just wanted to check up -” He starts to say before you interrupt him.

“I’m still working on the cotton fiber, it’d do everyone good if I wasn’t rushed about it,” You snap, scowling into the microscope. Doing pretty okay to make him feel like him coming in was a bother. Angela did say not to give him the time of day, so you won’t.

“Woah, I wasn’t here about that,” He puts his hands up in surrender, trying to appease your foul mood. You pull your gaze back from the microscope and turn it to him. The defusing gesture does nothing for your mood as you really aren’t feeling up to dealing with Daisy excuses.

“Then what are you here for Sweets? To cancel our movie night? To give some sort of lazy excuse for why you can’t be bothered to hang out with me anymore?” The frustrated tone seeps through your rapid fire questions. You’re really putting Angela’s advice to good use only a couple hours later. However, you don’t notice the hurt that passes over his face at being called ‘Sweets’ over ‘Lance’. 

“No, I uh, was going to ask what movie you wanted to watch…” Lance begins, thoughts on how to respond to your questions slowly forming in his mind. His brows are furrowed as he rushes to try and think of a good enough response before you can dismiss him. When one finally comes to the forefront of his brain, he just throws it out there into the world.

“Why would you think I don’t want to hang out with you? I haven’t cancelled these for a while,” He says, genuinely confused now. He must not remember the past month of cancellations then.

“We haven’t had a movie night all month, Sweets… You missed every plan we had,” Your voice fades out as you speak. Emotions you’ve had bottled up for months trying to rise to the surface in the wake of your words. You can’t let them, at least not here. Not in front of him. The bottle feels like it’s going to break at any second, any slightest poke at it could make you sob. You watch his face fall at the realization of just how long he was absent from your life for. He missed so many nights, so many important dates, just to be with Daisy. But at least he sees it now, at least he can see what it did to you. 

Lance seemingly crossed the room in the blink of an eye. He wrapped his arms around your form so quickly, you didn’t understand what had happened until you heard his muffled voice.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you like this. I didn’t realize how pervasive Daisy was in monopolizing my time. You know I would never willingly miss our plans,” He rambles into your lab coat, squeezing you closer to his body in an effort to convey just how truly sorry he was. 

“Let me know how I can make it up to you. I would do anything for your forgiveness Y/N, anything,” He mumbles, face now nuzzled into your neck. You can feel the ghost of his lips against your neck. It drives you insane. If he would keep you in his arms forever you would forgive him after a bit of time. Christ, you might forgive him right now if he continues what he’s been doing.

It’s your lack of response that has him pulling away, much to your dismay. His eyes scan your face as he does, for any indication of discomfort or anger. He finds nothing of the sort, just something he can’t identify. Thinking that you aren’t responding because you can’t forgive him, he sighs and starts to turn to walk away. He is, however, stopped by your hand around his wrist tugging him back towards you. He stumbles a bit, hands landing on your shoulders to steady himself. You grasp his hands and guide them up to cradle your face, eyes remaining locked with each other the entire time. 

“You would do anything for my forgiveness?” You ask, hands still over his surprisingly soft and warm ones. He nods in response, cheeks rosy and mouth slightly agape. You smile gently at him.

“Kiss me then, Lance,” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he gently presses his slightly chapped lips to yours. It’s like fireworks go off when you touch, heat shooting up your spine and your heart racing. Kissing Lance is the best apology you have ever received, or ever will receive in your life. You pull away first, breathing heavily from the simple kiss, and a genuine smile on your face. Lance chuckles softly, his smile growing to match yours. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” He confesses, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Then do it again.”

ooof i hope this was to your liking anon! quite a long lil fic for my favorite fbi shrink

[iickybones]

PROLOGUE

Sweet Temptation Series | Sweets x Fem!Reader

︵ 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.

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Are all psychologist "shrinky"? Pt. 1

Hey y'all. This is a one shot dedicated to the adorable Lance Sweets, from the series Bones. I realize that this is not my best work, but it ran away from me and I grew slightly tired and did not know how to finish it. Therefore I am hoping to make a second part any time in the near future, with a bit of a time jump to really get into the "romance" aspect of it all. So basically -> slowburn.

Pt. 1 - Read Part 2 Here

TW: Death? Dead bodies. It's Bones and they have a murder to solve. Inaccurate description of tech stuff.

Her fingers rapidly tapped over the keys on her keyboard in her new office at the Jeffersonian. (Y/n) was the new tech specialist to help unload some work from Angela, so whilst Angels could focus on the tasks needing artistic expertise, (Y/n) would focus on anything regarding computers or otherwise complicated tech. The local was otherwise empty since it was an early morning and she had wanted a headstart before she had to greet her new co-workers - there was a reason she worked with computer and it was not due to the fact that human interaction was easy, but exactly the other way around. Avoiding social interaction face to face to the utmost degree was her daily goal. A shrink would call it agoraphobia or just general anxiety, but she wasn’t entirely fond of shrinks so she couldn’t give two fucks on what the defined her as. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts by approaching voices and a soft knock on her door. 

“Doctor Saroyan, hi” She said as she faced her new boss.

“Good morning (Y/N), we got a body and the rest of the team will soon be joining us. It is the perfect opportunity for me to introduce you.” She informed her and (Y/n) made a face.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I just got the informations from those necessary and I’ll meet them at the same time. I really don’t need a welcome committee.” 

“I’m sorry but in this building we work as a team, and as a team everyone has to be informed and introduced, which you were very well aware of when this job was offered to you” was all she said in response, her voice signalling no-nonsense. (Y/N) felt like a petulant child as she fought the urge to pout.

“Of course, Dr. Saroyan. Just tell me when I should come and I’ll be there”

“Actually, I believe they’re all arriving right now so you can come along.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she headed back out.

“Great” (Y/n) muttered to herself as she rose from her seat, heading out towards the larger part of the department with a less then enthusiastic expression, but quickly adopting a polite smile as she saw the people that had gathered around Dr. Saroyan and what appeared to be a very charred body.

“Well, he’ll never appreciate a good barbeque again” she mumbled sardonically. Unfortunately the team chose that moment to quiet down and they all heard her.

“Actually, the remains are from a woman” someone, who (Y/n) assumed was Dr. Brennan, corrected her. 

“Who are you? Who is she?” A man dressed in black, looking every bit like a federal agent, asked as he eyed her distrustfully.

“This (Y/f/n), she’s our new tech expert for our team. To take some load off of Angela.” Dr Saroyan explained paitently. 

“This is a murder investigation led by the FBI and is classified information” the man, who (Y/n) assumed was Agent Booth, protested. 

“Which is alright since (Y/n) has been cleared by the FBI” Dr Saroyans tone had adopted a slight edge, as if warning Booth to protest further. She did not have any power over him since she wasn’t his boss, but she could still note to him that he was being impolite. 

“And even if I weren’t that would be pretty useless since I could just hack into the FBI database anyways, and you wouldn’t even know I’d been there” (Y/n) supplied with a shrug, making everyone turn and stare at her incredulously. 

“What? How do you think I got this job in the first place.”

“Alright but any information you retrieve about a case you’ll forward to me” Booth decided. His tone telling her it was an order, something that made (Y/n) narrow her eyes. 

“Says who?"

“I do” Booth replied harshly.

“Well, as far as me and my contract is concerned, you’re not my boss.”

“No? Well I am the one with the power to revoke your clearence.”

“Enough!” Dr Saroyan interrupted. “You are both acting like children and I have no room for that in my lab. We are going to solve this woman murder and (Y/n) is part of this team and is going to help us solve i-”

“Actually, we don’t know if this is a murder yet. It could’ve been an accident. Several people fall asleep around fire, such as candles or cigarettes.” Dr Temperence interrupted, making Saroyans eye twitch in irritation.

“Do they usually cover themselves in accelerant as well? A new man with curly hair spoke up. “Because the victim is reeking of gasoline, which is not the scent of Chanels new perfume, last time I checked. And if I checked for particulates I’m pretty sure I’d find actual traces of gasoline.” A man with curly hair said, sounding a tad bit snarky. 

“Hodgins is right, the remains do smell of gasoline. Could you run particulates through the mass-spec so that we can be sure?” Brennan spoke eagerly in a manner of almost ordering Hodgins to move quicker, when Saroyan cleared her throat.

“Hello, we still have a new co-worker and none of you have introduced yourselves properly. This is not how we do it here at the Jeffersonian." She scolded them with a frown. (Y/n) was already overwhelmed by everyone and now they were supposed to greet her personally? Great, just great - was all she could think. 

A gorgeous woman stepped forward with a hand out to shake hers, a broad smile on her lips as she tried smoothing over the situation. 

“Well, I for one, am grateful to have someone to help me with the tech stuff. I’m Angela Montenegro, but everyone calls me Angela.” The warm voice made (Y/n) at ease, but the curious glimmer in Angela's eyes made it difficult to relax. Nevertheless, she shook her hand politely. 

“You tell me if I’m ever stepping on your toes” (Y/n) said with a awkward smile, which Angela merely waved away as if it was no problem. Next person forward was Doctor Brennan, although no handshake was offered from her, only a calculated gaze as she introduced herself. Not mean per ce, but blunt and a bit tactless. Although this (Y/N) appreciated , since it meant that she didn’t have to wonder what Dr. Brennan actually thought, she could simply just ask. 

An eager brunette was next to introduce herself, almost skipping forward to shake her hand. 

“Hi, my name is Daisy. I’m doctor Brennan's intern, but I’m almost as good as her so dont mistake me for a rookie.” She spoke quickly, making the others clear their throats as Brennan frowned. 

“Ms. Wick, it is not okay to lie to Ms. (Y/LN)” she said, sounding dissatisfied.

“Okay” Saryoan quickly interrupted. “Miss Wick here is one out of our many interns. They take turns being here for cases so you will meet the others as time goes on. Now that is Agent Seeley Booth” she said, pointing at Agent Booth, who made no motion at all to shake hands, and then she turned to the curlyhaired man. “And this is Dr. Hodgins, our bugs and particulate specialist.” she explained as Hodgins, too, made no move to shake her hand. Although he didn’t outright glare at her like Booth did, just merely indifferent. 

Then a third man stepped forward, someone who had been keeping themselves to the background, watching, in a way that had her missing him completely until he moved. 

“Dr. Sweets. Pleasure to meet your” he said with a welcoming smile as he shook her hand. A smile she awkwardly returned until Dr. Saroyan spoke: “Sweets here is our department psychologist and profiler”. As soon as the words registered, she tensed slightly, being extra careful to guard her facial expressions.

“Wow, you really don’t like psychologists” Sweets noted out loud, making her glare slightly at him.

“I just don’t appreciate people trying to burrow their way into my brain to understand me. You shrinks think you can just take whatever you want out of our heads just because you are capable of it. Whilst other kind of privacy are respected as normal”. She snided, but fell quiet at Dr. Saroyan once again cleared her throat.

“Good. Now that you know everyone you can work with the others to see what you could supply them with. You can start out in your office and then I’ll call on you if we discover something in particular that we need help with.” (Y/N) nodded as she took a step away from Sweets, eager to leave.

“Sure. It will be hard to find anything without an identification of the victim, but I’ll watch some security footage and see what I can drag up.” she told Dr. Saroyan with a final nod, before heading straight to her office - not sparing Dr. Sweets another glance. 

After two hours of scrubbing through any footage near the dumpsite, they finally got an ID on the victim. She had just started looking through the victims online footprints when a knock resounded from the doorframe. Looking up, she internally groaned as she was met with Dr. Sweets. Outward she flashed him a sarcastic smile. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you visiting me just when I’m going to start doing some important work?” The hint was so clear that not even Dr. Brennan would have been able to miss it, yet Sweets merely smiled like she had made a joke, and made is way over to her desk.

“Dr. Saroyan wanted me to tag along as you looked at the victim’s social media. Make sure I got to be part of that for my profile.” He explained, reaching for a chair and sitting down beside her before she could protest.

“Isn’t the profile supposed to be for the unsub?” She snarked, eyes not leaving her computer as she looked around various of social media and accounts at the same time. 

“Normally you’d be right, but since we don’t got much evidence to go on when it comes to the unsub, the victim he or she chose will have to do. You can learn a lot about a killer from whomever they kill.” Sweets explained, making her roll her eyes. “Fantastic, pull up a chair then, Dr. Sweets” (Y/N) muttered with as she made a less then happy face. She quickly resumed with sifting through bits and pieces of the victims online footprint, only stopping when Dr. Sweets eagerly pointed at the screen. 

“See that, right there? It shows strong signs that our victim was an insecure woman, not used to male attention.” He spoke quickly. (Y/N) eyed him warily. 

“So the woman was insecure, what about it? Would you make this big of a deal if it was the other way around?” Sweets turned to her with a serious expression, not rising to the bait, but focused enough on the phenomenon at hand to answer her question.

“Actually I would, but that’s beside the point. What is important here is that this fact show that she would be more willing to do things that make her uncomfortable if it means that someone might show her appreciation. Someone might’ve used that. Push the right buttons and she would probably have followed her killer until she could see her own demise in his or her eyes.” She listened to his rambling with a small frown. As much as she hated to admit it, it did make sense. However, one thought stuck with her.

“And how is that helpful to us? It doesn’t necessarily tell us much about the killer. Someone who knew her sure might have used this, but on the other hand men are known for being quick to pick out the most vulnerable woman in a crowd if they want to manipulate someone.” She argued which made Sweets pause, brows furrowed in concentration. “You have a point. This information alone will not lead us to her killer. However, depending on what other evidence we collect, this might be helpful later on.” He concluded, which made (Y/N) begrudgingly agree. She returned to the task of scrolling through more of the data until she herself paused. 

“Woah, that is a lot of hate.” She said, pointing at a woman in the background of a social media picture. The picture was taken of the victim in a bathroom stall, making the mirror catch whoever took the photo and that woman looked less then happy to be there, going on the sneer present on her face. 

“We should forward that to Booth and see if he can figure out who she is” Sweets told her, making her give him a look before turning back toward her computer, clicking around for a few seconds before she had the other womans social media profile, and hence her ID, in front of her on the screen. With a satisfied tilt of her head she faced Sweets once again. 

“Now, you can forward this to Booth”. Sweets nodded dumbly as he reached for his phone, snapping a picture of the profile and sending it to Booth before calling him up. After a quick conversation where he explained their findings, including the fact that the victim was insecure (Y/N) noted, he hung up and faced her. 

“Your hatred towards psychologists is likely to stem from unsolicited advice, am I right?” He asked curiously, which immediately resultet in (Y/N) face turning into a scowl. 

“You figured out I hate shrinks because of their need to stick their nose into where it doesn’t belong, and you greet this information with sticking your nose further into my business?” She said, sounding rather irritated and her tone held a clear warning to it. 

“So I was right. You did receive unwanted advice from a psychologist. What was it? You know, although that psychologist might have been tactless, talking about it does in fact help.” He said, looking into her eyes with a kind of sincerity that made her skin crawl.

“You are not my psychologist and therefore you have no right, nor any reason, to psychoanalyze me.”

“Well, actually I am hired by the FBI as both a profiler and a psychologist for everyone working this unit. So technically I am your psychologist.” He pointed out. 

“Listen to me, and listen well. You try to use your shrinkiness on me one more time without it being asked for and I will find anything on the internet about you that you don’t wish for to come out, and I will make sure that the entire FBI and the Jeffersonian will see. It. All. Do I make myself clear?” She spit out harshly, standing up. Sweets immediately stood up with his hand raised, in a capitulating motion. “Got it.” 

(Y/N) then immediately open the door to her office and gesture a motion toward the outside. 

“Then don’t let me keep you any longer, Dr. Sweets. I’m sure you have a woman scorned to interview.” She said with a mocking smile, voice dripping with feigned politeness. A bit stunned at the hostile reaction Sweets merely excited the room without another word. Only catching himself when he’s already outside, that maybe he should’ve apologized for clearly overstepping a boundary. 

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“You shouldn’t hate Lancelot. He is only doing his job and he’s done nothing wrong to you” A perky brunette say from the doorway of (Y/N) office. Looking up with an unimpressed stare she tilt her head as she scrutinize her. “I’m sorry, who are you?” the perky brunette gasps in offense. “I’m Daisy Wick! I introduced myself to you this morning!”.

“Right. One of Dr. Brennans interns. Remind me to ask Dr. Saroyan which one of us has the highest power and final say.” 

“I am in fact one of Dr. Brennans interns, and I’ll have you know that I am a crucial part of the work we do here.” Daisy say, her lips pursed in slight displeasure. 

“Right. Then why aren’t you permanently on the clock? If you are so important then why do other interns get a chance to work from Dr. B?” (Y/N) asked with a raised brow, making Daisy huff and glare slightly at the woman. 

“Was that all, Ms. Wick?” she continued, tired of the conversation at hand. 

“No! This was about Lancelot, not me! You are being mean to him .”

“I am sure that Dr. Sweets will be just fine, despite my treatment.”

“He can be very sensitive.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Wick. Is this information you have attained during the job? Or during something more private?”

“If you have to know, Lancelot and I did date briefly. But that is not why I’m telling you this!”

“If you are talking about his sensitivity outside work, then it’s unprofessional and irrelevant to me. Now you may leave.”

“But-”

“You are done here Miss Wick. You won’t achieve whatever it is you wish that you will.” (Y/N) replied with finality in her tone, not looking at Daisy for long enough to see if she actually leaves, before turning toward her computer to continue to work. 

Just a moment later another person burst into her office and she sighed loudly. “Knocking is only polite, Agent Booth”.

“Have you gotten anything else off our victim?” He immediately asked, ignoring her snide remark. (Y/N) watched him closely before answering. 

“I’m done with her social footprint and there was nothing else of interest there. I’m not sure what else I’m allowed to go through.” Booth looked at her in disbelief “What you are allowed to? You don’t strike me as the type to let rules limit your findings.” 

“I do when it can be the different between a conviction, Agent Booth. If I look into something that I am not allowed to, any proof I might find will be inadmissible in court. I thought you’d know that.”

“Of course I know that! I just didn’t think that you would think of it.” he snapped making her raise her hands in surrender. “Alright, jeez” she mumbled.

“We got a warrant for the victims bank records and she made weekly payments to an unknown account.”

“And you didn’t ask me to check? Checking data is kind of my job.”

“Yeah, well. We got it sent over in printed form and I think I can read a bank report as good as the next person.” 

“I’m sure you can, Agent Booth. But if I can get a hold of the online data I might be able to track your unknown bank account.” Booths faced flashed with begrudging surprise, clearly distrustful which she counter with a look. Booth sighs.

“Fine, you can enter her bank account. If anyone complain I’ll use the fact that the warrant technically include the direct bank records.” He surrendered. Wasting no time to responds him she immediately started looking through heaps of records and several other sides, tracing the unknown bank account to a number, that could be translated to a telephone that was bought with a card that was registered to the deceased’s boyfriend's sister.

“This good enough of a smoking gun to you?” She asked Booth, who merely threw a “forward that to me” over his shoulder as her hurried away. She sighed. So much for appreciation. 

***

After that things went very quick. Booth interviewed the sister who cracked under the pressure and was arrested for the murder. (Y/N) was sat in her office, documenting the case from her side to hold up in court, when there was a resounding knock on her door. She looked up and sighed, but decided to try and actually be polite.

“What can I do for you, Dr. Sweets?” Said doctor took a step into the room at her question with an easy expression.

“I heard you were the one who caught the smoking gun.” 

“Agent Booth looked through the bank records and it was pure luck he mentioned them to me so that I could do my deep dive to find the owner.” 

“Don’t downplay your role in this. Booth know nothing about mapping out step by step through numbers like you did. This killer was caught, with bulletproof evidence, because of you.” Sweets said seriously, which in turn made her sigh slightly.

“What are you trying to achieve , Dr. Sweets?”

“Nothing at all, (Y/N). I merely think you should be aware of your importance to this team. You are a part of it now, whether you like to or not.” She raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair.

“I suppose you now want me to sing kumbaya and go out with the team for drinks?” 

“No singing or drinks necessary. But maybe you’d like to accompany me for dinner?” 

“Will you cry if I decline?” 

“What? No! Why would I cry?” Sweets asked incredulously.

“Well, your guard dog told me how sensitive you are and that I should be more aware of your feelings” she said with a small, mocking smile, making him sigh and run a hand over his face.

“Daisy…” 

“Wow, you didn’t even have to think about it. Sure, I’ll can eat. But you’re paying.” Sweets looked up at her with surprise, hand dropping to his sides as he waited for the clarification that she was joking. But it never came.

“Seriously? You’ve been giving me a hard time the entire time I’ve tried communicating with you, and now you’re okay with grabbing dinner together?”

“Maybe this is just a test, Dr. Sweets. To see what kind of person you are.” she challenged.

“Oh is that so?” he said with a raised brow, lips threatening to peek upwards in a smile. 

“And here I thought that my charm had managed to win you over already.” His response made her playfully wince in sympathy. “Sorry, no can do. But I did realize I was being a bit too unfair, and perhaps I’ll give you a chance.”

“That’s really nice to hear-”

“But only one!” She interrupted to clarify. Dr. Sweets only smiled at her. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything else”

Hope someone read this! I appreciate any and all feedback, as well as just one person to read my work. That would be worth gold to me <3

English is not my first spoken language, so any grammar mistakes are totally on me. Tell me if something is too disrupting or wrongfully used!

[taylorsfolkmoredress]

Lance sweets bf headcanons pt. 2 bc i love him <333 my husband <333

• He loves sharing his favorite music with you. Whether it’s things he’s loved his whole life, or a random song he heard last week, you can bet he’s sharing it with you.

• He also tells you why he loves it, whether it’s for the music itself or the lyrics. He thinks music is one of the easiest ways for a person to express themself.

• If you take medication that man is ON THAT SHIT. He has alarms on his phone to check that youve taken it, and if you have a hard time actually doing it he WILL watch you the whole time.

• He keeps a blanket in his office so you can nap on hard days, even though he technically isn’t supposed to let you sleep there.

• If you watch a lot of crime shows, he will watch some with you but he actually can’t watch most (he’s seen too many similar things to be comfortable), so instead he waits for you to come to bed and tell him all of the gossipy parts.

• He makes you both little lunches before he goes to work becase he loves knowing that no matter what’s going on, you’re both sharing a lunch together somewhere.

• He’s nervous as FUCK to meet your family. He wants to make a good first impression so bad,he almost cries about it the night before, until you hold him and promise that everything will go fine.

• When he gets home from work, specifically on hard days, all he wants is to collapse on top of you on the couch and have you tell him about your day. Anything not related to death and sadness makes his heart feel lighter.

• His favorite date with you is the arcade, but picnics are a very close second because you like to lay in the sun and he thinks you look ethereal.

• This man loves physical touch. He wears a bracelet you made him because it reminds him of holding your hand when you aren’t together physically. When you are? He’s always touching something, his fingers resting on your ankle as you stretch across the couch, his calf pressed against yours when you sit across from eachother at the diner, his palm warming the small of your back at the bar when you go out.

• He definitely has a bottle of your perfume because he can’t sleep without you at this point and it’s the only thing that helps when youre apart.

[sollara014]

Okay so this is one of my very old wattpad oneshots and my first fanfic post on here so please be kind

Tags: fluffy , a little steamy towards the end , making out , in universe science , slight incorrect science

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THE INTERN

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"hey Angie!" I squeal running into her office seeing my sister for the first time in a long while

"Oh my god HONEY!"she squeals back at me running over to give me a hug

"What are you doing back?" Her voice laced with confusion

"I asked for a transfer to here, it was getting a bit heavy working for the counter terrorism team, I need something a little more human" saying as I sit down on one of the sofas in her office Angie sits down Infront of me placing her hand on my knee for comfort

"It's not all sunshine and rainbows here but it's nice giving families closure, Brennan has taken to this like a duck to water" honesty everywhere in her voice

"Of course she would, other people may think she's a robot but she's got some depth to her" I laugh out

"Hello y/n, it's lovely to see you again" turning my head I see temperance standing at the door of Angie's office

"Hey Temperance, how are you?" Asking her as she comes and sits on the opposite sofa

"I'm very well thank you and thank you for saying that about me it was nice"

"Only telling the truth" I reply to her

"I need to get back to the case, Angela can you introduce her to the team please" Temperance says getting up and heading out of the door

We do the same chatting about a plethora of things walking over to a glass door that looks like it has seen better days from the various burn marks, scuffs and a few scratches here and there

"What's up with the door, everything else in the lab seems to be pristine?" Asking pointing around to everything else looking gleaming

"This is Hodgins lab, the amount of experiments he and the various interns do in here, it would cost way too much to replace the door every time it got damaged" a hint of a blush appears as soon as she mentions this Hodgins person

"Who's this Hodgins person because you're blushing like you did when Holly asked you out on a date when we were younger?" I query knowing that it was obviously someone she has a thing for

"He's a guy who I have feelings for but I'm keeping it cool" she says moving her hands infront of her to signal the cool

"Well I can't wait to meet him" I say as we walk into the office

Weird tanks and tubes litter the walls and the tables of the lab bugs filling them, a mannequin laying in the middle of the floor with stab marks on different parts of the body

"Hey Angie, who's this?" A man with curly hair asks as he appears from behind on of the tanks

"This is my sister y/n, y/n this is Hodgins" she says pointing at the both of us , I walk over and shake his free hand as the other is holding a rather large beetle

" Nice to meet you, Angie mentioned you do experiments in here, is this one of them?" Pointing towards the mannequin on the floor

"Yes it is, I'm trying to work out which stab mark on the actual body these little beauties crawled into" he replies holding up a jar of blow flies with pride

" Hodgins don't creep her out, we've got to go meet the rest of the gang but I'll see you in a second" she says pulling me out of the room I wave goodbye at Hodgins.

"He was really nice I can see why you have the hots for him, he's hot himself, don't worry he's not my type" I add seeing her look at me sceptically

Walking up to some stairs that lead up to where mortuary tables lined we see two men with their backs towards us , Brennan and another woman facing us

Hearing a beep I notice Angie swiping her card "it's to make sure that no one comes up here unauthorized and breaks or tampers with evidence" she mentions seeing my confusion.

"Hey guys this is y/n" she says walking up to them the two men turn and I'm dumbfounded

"Oh my god lance!" I screech running towards him giving him the tightest hug.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" He breathes out wrapping his arms around my waist tightly

Breaking from the hug and finally looking into those beautiful brown eyes smiling " I asked for a transfer to here, it was getting a little too much, what are you doing here?"

Before he could reply the other woman standing next to Temperance asks us " how do you two know eachother?"

"We went to the same college and was in the same psychology 101 class, it's been so long!" I reply looking at lance

Replying to my previous question lance says that he's there because booth asked him to consult on a few cases and he clicked with everyone

"I'm so sorry I've just realised I'm incredibly rude, it's nice to meet you two" I turn away from lance and give the tall broad shouldered man a hand shake

"I'm booth nice to meet you and this is Dr saroyan" shaking my hands and pointing to the woman

" I'm guessing you're the boss " I say to her walking around to shake her hands but notice she has a pair of gloves on so I just nod at her

" I am yes, please call me Cam" she replies

"Y/N can I steal you for a moment to catch up" Lance says looking at me his cheeks slightly flushed

"Of course, it was lovely to meet you guys and I look forward to working with all of you" I say walking over to lance and we both head up towards some sofas that over look the lab

Sitting down next to eachother I'm reminded of how much I had a thing for him in college

"It's been so long, you're still really beautiful" he says looking deep into my eyes not a hint of teasing in his voice

" I'm sorry for not talking, I got so swept up in my job I barely spoke to Angie" apologising whilst sliding closer to him

"I didn't know you and Angela were related and it's fine I promise, I didn't reach out at all and I don't have an excuse" his hand going to my arm finger tips lightly grazing my skin like he used to do when we were studying

"I changed my name when I was in college because I wanted to be just myself, I changed it back in my job" he nods at me smiling that ever distracting smile

"I've missed you, not a day didn't go by where I wasn't thinking of you" his hand sliding up to my shoulder

"I've missed you too, you're still amazing looking" laughing at his face getting more flushed

" You think?"

"Oh I know" I reply getting closer to him untill our legs are practically a knot with eachother his hand the slides up to cup my cheek

"I've missed being this close to you, I hope this is okay to say but I want to kiss you" he says his hand slightly pulling my face towards his

"Do it then , kiss me" leaning into his touch our lips finally touching, my stomach does flips and my body feels like a million volts are running through every cell I have forgetting where we are we kiss a little deeper

We hear someone cough which splits the kiss and I Angie standing there hands over her mouth

" Goddamn that was steamy" she says in utter shock lance and I both start laughing looking at eachother

I'm gonna be okay here I think to myself