#yeah I'm trying to cancel the hound /s

[the-acid-pear]

For the record there's an option to call HIM a slur which I didn't pick because I wanted to check what slurs he'd teach me but now I'm curious if he'd have acknowledged that is in fact a slur and has been considered as such for quite some time now.

I'm learning so much

[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