#sweets drabble

Characters: Lance Sweets x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: Angsty

Five prompt lists you can send requests from - One - Two - Three - Four - Five

You stared down at the paper that Sweets had so happily told you about. He had the chance to publish a paper, you were so excited for him, but now, after reading it, you were just angry.

‘He used me’ you thought to yourself. His article was full of quotes and stories that you said. Things you told him in confidence. The parts of this job that tore you apart. That kept you up at night. The secrets you told only him. Now they were written in a paper for everyone to read. 

“Y/n!” you heard your voice said excitedly behind you “Oh, you read it! What did you think?” his voice seemed so un-bothered, almost hopeful. 

Turning, he immediately saw the anger on your face “What did I think? Sweets, what the hell is this?” 

“What do you m-”

You cut him off “Don’t act like you did nothing wrong Sweets. You betrayed my trust!”

“What are you talking about?” he seemed to surprised, he really didn’t understand what he did wrong.

“These are my words Sweets! The words I told you in secret!”

He seemed to begin realizing what you meant “Well, I thought that they would help others, I did-”

“They weren’t meant to help others, they were meant to help me! You were meant to help me, not put out my secrets for everyone to read!”

“But I didn’t use your name”

“You didn’t have to use my name Sweets, their still my words. My secrets. I thought you were a shrink, your suppose to be good at keeping secrets!”

“I’m more than just a shrink” he said almost defeated

“Really? I thought so too. I thought you were my friend. But apparently not” you said as you moved to walk past him.

“Wait!” he said as he grabbed your arm to stop you.

Roughly pulling your arm away you turned towards him, tears starting to build“Get your hands off me”

Sweets recoiled in shock as he saw how hurt you were “Y/n, I-”

“Don’t. I trust you Sweets. I went to you as a friend. I wanted you to help me because I trusted you. And all you did was write down my words to use for your own fame” your voice was low, hurt.

“No. I didn’t- I thought- I thought that it would help you. For people to realize what you did for this job. I didn’t mean to hurt you” his voice was small, broken.

Some of your anger dissipated when you saw how guilty he felt, but you weren’t going to forgive him, not yet at least.

“Well it did hurt me Sweets. You could have asked. That was the least you could have done” you said before turning and walking away, leaving Sweets to watch as you turned your back on him. Guilt filling his every core.

By the end of the day your anger had faded a little. You realized that, maybe your words would help others, maybe not to feel so alone. But you were still hurt, and you would be for a while. You were hurt, but not angry.

Looking up when you heard a quiet knock, you weren’t surprised to see Sweets standing there, his hands going to his pockets while he looked shyly at the floor. 

“Finally decided to come in then?” when he squinted, confused, you continued “I’ve seen you walk past my door like three times before finally coming in” you said, a light smile finding it’s way to your face.

The smile was small, but enough to give Sweets a little confidence. Taking a step closer he spoke quietly, avoiding your gaze “I just wanted to apologize again. You were right. I should have asked, I shouldn’t have put your words into that paper, that was a horrible thing to do”

“It was. But I’m not angry at you anymore. Still a little hurt. But not angry” this provided Sweets with a little comfort “I also realized that you were right. Maybe my words will help someone else”

He took another step closer “Even if they do. And I hope, and think they will. I’m still sorry for doing it without your permission”

Sighing you stood up “Well, I know what you can do to help ease the pain a little”

He looked up at yo hopefully “Yeah, what? Anything”

“Buy me dinner” you said putting on your jacket and grabbing your bag.

Sweets smiled “Yeah, okay I can do that”

“Not just this once though. You own me like three meals. And some coffee tomorrow. And the next day” you said walking past him.

He chuckled behind you while following you out of the office, grateful that you didn’t hate him. He knew he still had some apologizing to do, but this was definitely a start.

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

Four Prompt Starters you can Request from: One - Two - Three - Four

When Sweets shyly asked you to teach him how to dance you didn’t expect this. Two days a week for the last month and he still kept stepping on your toes. 

“Ow” you hissed as he stomped on your foot again.

Cringing he started to apologize “I’m sorry y/n!”

“It’s okay Sweets, just...try not to step so hard, step smoothly, don’t stomp” you said moving back to your original position.

“Can’t we try the other dance for a while? The slow dance? I’m better at that one” he asked while shuffling his feet.

Sighing you nodded “Okay”

Changing the music and starting to dance you were relieved that he wasn’t stepping on your toes. 

“Thank you for doing this y/n, I know it must be frustrating, me not getting any better” he said a slight frown on his face.

“You are getting better Sweets. You are pretty good at this dance, apart from missing some of the spins, and with the other one, you only stepped on my toes twice. The first time we did it, you stepped on my toes twelve times” you said smiling at him “I consider that getting much better”

He smiled at your confidence in him promptly spinning you at the correct moment. You two danced for a little while more while talking about the gala event being held by the FBI that these lessons were for in the first place. Slowly you noticed as you were talking his hand meandered down your body. 

Clearing your throat lightly you spoke quietly “Sweets? Why is your hand on my ass?” you couldn’t help but smile as his face went from confusion to realization to fear. 

Quickly moving his hands he stuttered “Oh, sorry! I just, I didn’t notice I did that, I’m sorry” his face becoming red.

Smiling you shook your head “It’s alright, that often happens when dancing, some peoples arms move naturally to a more comfortable position. Just don’t do it on purpose” you said playfully “Well, not without my permission at least”

He widened his eyes slightly before smiled at you, looking back down at your position he moved his body to the correct stance “Maybe you could dance with me at the party? Make me look like less of a loser?”

Rolling your eyes you spoke quietly “You aren’t a loser for not knowing how to dance, it’s extremely common for people not to know. Besides, at half of these events, when people aren’t dancing because they say their tired, it’s actually because they don’t know how to dance. At least you are taking the initiative and trying to learn.” you said honestly

He smiled at you and nodded your head “Good point..but I would still like to dance with you, I mean, if you want” he said shyly

You smiled at him, blushing lightly as the song ended “I would love to dance with you at the gala Sweets”

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader 

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

Five prompt lists you can send requests from - One - Two - Three - Four - Five

You were avoiding him, and he knew why. You two had been getting closer recently, become...almost something. But you started to pull away. He knew you were afraid of commitment, afraid of getting hurt. He needed to talk to you, he needed to tell you how he felt.

Booth had sent you to Sweet’s office to get some information on the case. You had tried to convince him to send someone else but he wasn’t haven’t that. Taking a deep breath as you knocked on his door you hoped he wouldn’t be in.

“Come in!” you heard from the other side.

‘Crap’ you thought to yourself. Opening to door you peaked in. Lance, upon seeing you smiled widely “Hi” you said simply.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked innocently, though in reality he is the one who asked Booth to send you.

“Um, Booth sent me, he said you had something to do with the case?” you said, still standing by the door.

“Oh, yeah. Please sit, it will take me a minute to get it together” he said turning and rifling through his desk.

Walking further in and sitting in a chair you nervously looked around the room. You had never been this nervous around Sweets before. You knew it had to do with your growing feelings for him. You wanted to be with him, but the idea of being in a relationship scared you. Your last one went bad, real bad. And you were just too afraid to be in another one. You didn’t want to get hurt again.

Pulling out a small file and handing it you Sweets watched at you opened and skimmed the file. 

“Umm, this is it? I mean, we already have this information” you said confused as you looked back up at Sweets.

“Yeah, actually I just...I asked Booth to send you here, I needed to talk to you” he admitted, feeling kind of guilty.

Suddenly feeling nervous and trapped you glared at him confused “Why? You could have just asked me yourself”

Smiling lightly he leaned forward “But would you have come, or would you have just made an excuse?”

“What-”

“You’ve been avoiding me y/n” he said cutting you off “And I think I know why. I think maybe you’re afraid of something. Like commitment” he paused, watching your closely.

Sighing, knowing he wasn’t gonna let this go you looked up at him “I’m not afraid of commitment. I just...my last relationship it-it..ended badly. Really bad actually. And I just...I am afraid, not of commitment, but of getting hurt” you admitted

He watched you closely, understanding now “You don’t have to be afraid of me y/n, I would never hurt you. In fact, I’m crazy about you” he admitted smiling, a slight blush across his cheeks.

Looking down you sighed “I just..I don’t know how to do this anymore” 

Suddenly you felt a finger underneath your chin, making you look at him Sweets smiled at you “And that’s okay. I’ve never really been in a serious relationship, so I’m scared too, but we can work on it together, because I really really do want to make this work y/n”

Letting yourself smile lightly you stared into his deep brown eyes “I do to. But, where do we start, with this, I mean?”

“We start right here” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

All of your worries seemed to fade away at the contact. You knew Sweets, you knew he was genuine and kind, and you knew he would never hurt you. So this was definitely a good place to start.

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: Mentions of drinking/hangover

Five prompt lists you can send requests from - One - Two - Three - Four - Five 

As you slowly came back to consciousness your head spun. You could hear the bird outside singing their daily song, usually you loved the sound of birds in the morning, but at this point all you wanted was for them to shut up.

You groaned as you opened your eyes “Owww” you whined as you put your head in your hands.

“Morning” you heard nearby

Quickly opening your eyes and shooting up, you ignored the pain in your head as you saw Lance standing in front of you, wearing pajamas. Looking around you find yourself in a bedroom you don’t recognize. Lance’s bedroom.

You gulped, whispering under your breath, your heart was pounding “Oh boy”

“Here” he said handing you a mug of coffee and some aspirin

“Thanks” you said quietly while avoiding eye-contact.

As you took the Aspirin, you searched your mind desperately for memories of the previous night. You new that you were at Angela's Halloween party, and you knew that you drank. A lot. But you don’t remember leaving, and you definitely don’t remember coming back to Lances place. So what happened at the party, and what happened here?

Staring down at your coffee you spoke quietly, as to not aggravate your headache  “Umm, Lance?” 

Sitting next to you on the bed he raised his brow at you “Yeah?”

“What happened last night?” you asked nervously

Lances eyes widened in realization “Oh! No, don’t worry, I slept in the guest bedroom last night” he said smiling before continuing “You got a little..drunk last night at the Halloween party. You said your roommate was having their own party and you didn’t want to go home, so I brought you here”

Sighing in relief you smiled at him “Thanks” 

“No problem” after a moment of silence he smirked at you “Though”

Looking at his amused face you sighed “Oh God, what?”

“You did try to kiss me once or twice” he said letting out a light chuckle

Putting your head in your hands you let out a embarrassed smile “I’m sorry Lance!” you looked up when you heard him chuckle again.

“It’s fine. Though, you are hot when your makeup is all smudges, I wasn’t really feeling it” he said sarcastically.

Smacking him on the shoulder you laughed along with him as you drank the rest of your coffee, swearing to yourself that you were never going to go to another of Angela’s parties.

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: Kind of Angsty/None

Four Prompt Starters you can Request from: One - Two - Three - Four

With Pelant targeting everyone and causing pain in everyone’s life, you had been working with Dr Brennan so often that you had rarely seen your boyfriend over the past couple of days.

Working to try and crack one of Pelants codes you heard a soft knock on the door behind you. Turning you saw Lance smiling at you from the doorway.

“Lance” you said surprised “What are you doing here?” you stood to greet him

“I just wanted to see you, we’ve both been so busy” he said, his voice showing a hint of sadness.

Looking down you frowned “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I just...” looking back up you saw Lance staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t blame you y/n, I know that you want to catch Pelant as much as everyone else. But, I do want to still see you” he said walking forward and pulling you into a hug.

Gripping him tightly you breathed in his scent. You missed him, but you felt as though you didn’t deserve to sit and rest until Pelant was caught. 

“Why do people like Pelant exist? How can there be people like him that like seeing other in pain?” you asked, your voice quiet.

“I wish I knew the answer to that. But I guess the most used answer would be that without evil there can be no good. But I’m not sure I even believe that.” 

Sighing you pulled away and looked back at your work “I feel like I’m so close to cracking it Sweets but every time I almost figure it out, something else happens that pulls me back three steps”

Lance frowned “Do you really believe the thing we need to catch Pelant is in that code?”

Turning towards him you stared into his eyes “I have to believe it. We have nothing else. But having hope that what we need to end this is in those codes..it helps. Not only me, but the others. Pelant wants to take everything away from us. Our futures, our happiness. And I wont stop until I prove him wrong. I’m not giving up on us having happiness one day." You couldn’t help the tears that started to brim your eyes.

Lance, seeing this quickly walked forward and engulfed you in another hug. “I know you wont give up. But you need to take a break, you can’t let this consume you, you can’t put all this pressure on your own shoulders. Y/n, you are not alone.” pulling away and looking down at you, gently stroking your face he continued “Now, come on. Take a break. Just a quick one. I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything today.”

He reached down down and took your hand in his. You breathed out, taking one last look at the computer behind you, you turned back to Lance and nodded. Leaving with him, you knew that when you came back, you would not stop until you cracked the codes. You would not stop until Pelant was gone out of all your lives. Pelant enjoyed filling you all with fear, and you were determined to do the same to him.

Situation: The morning after. Prompt: “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We do not have the time for sex.”

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

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The gif has nothing to do with the drabble, there just aren’t really many gifs I can choose from of Sweets

You woke up slowly as the light shone in your eyes. Lifting your head you felt the bed shift next to you. Slowly turning your head, your eyes met with familiar brown ones.

“Morning” he said groggily

“Mornin’“ you said as you closed your eyes again.

You felt another shift as his body pressed up against your own. He kissed your temple and then your neck. Giggling slightly you tried to pull away from him. This is exactly what he did last night that led you into his bed the first time “No, no, no. I know where this is gonna lead. We do not have the time for sex.” 

He laughed into your neck “What do you mean, we do not have the time?” he said as he continued kissing your neck.

Pushing away and looking at the clock you turned back to him “It’s almost eight, I have to be in to work at ten″

“Then we have two hours” he said as he pulled you into a sloppy morning kiss. 

Smiling into it, you pushed him away again “One hour to get ready, thirty minutes to drive there”

Characters: Lance Sweets x Reader

Gender: Neutral/Any   Triggers: None

Four Prompt Starters you can Request from: One - Two - Three - Four

I’m sorry this was really short and stupid, I have writers block and I had to force this out, I’m sorry! :/

Sitting in the diner with Sweets going over the case file you made the mistake of telling him you could do magic tricks. He had made you do every one you know. Just as you told him that, he asked the question you were dreading “Do that one again!” he said smiling widely.

“No! Sweets we came here to work not do magic!” you said chuckling at the mans excited expression. 

Frowning for a second he smiled again “Come on!

“No” you said bluntly “I know you just want me to do them again so you can try and see how there done. But you should know just as well as I do that a magician never-”

“reveals their secrets” he finished for you nodding his head, now disappointed “But-”

“Stop it” you said to the stubborn man

Smirking at you he leaned forward slightly “Make me” Looking up at his with a raised eyebrow he continued “I bet you don’t have a magic trick to do that”

“Of course I do” you said pausing to look at his shocked face “I just don’t want to draw attention to myself” you said your voice almost threatening.

Staring at you for a moment he quickly opened the case file in front of him and continued reading as you smiled at him amused.

Characters: Lance Sweets x reader

Gender: Any

Four Prompt Starters you can Request from:  One - Two - Three - Four

“You’re staring at me” he said without even looking up from his paper.

“Hmm?” you woke from your daydream “Sorry” you said blushing.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked finally looking up at you.

Thinking for a moment, you wondered if you should tell him the truth. You and Sweets had known each other for quite a while, and your relationship was somewhere in-between friends and lovers, but never quite reaching the second. You had moments where you almost kissed and almost became something. But it was always just almost. 

So you decided to be bold “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now” 

Sweets eyes widened as he cleared his throat "Wh-what?”

“You heard me.” you inched slightly closer to him, his eyes darting to your mouth as he leaned in without realizing. 

“We shouldn’t” he whispered “It’s against the rules”

“But you’ve been wanting to haven’t you? For a while now right?” he just nodded his head slightly in response “I dare you to kiss me”.

Sweets eyes went back and forth between your lips and eyes. Taking a breath he quickly spoke “Ah, what the hell” as he collided his lips with yours. Quickly leaning into you while grabbing your face, deepening the kiss.

Breaking a part for air you smiled at him “Was it worth it?”

He smiled back “Definitely” he said as he pulled you in for another kiss.