#bonestv imagine

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

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'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.

"Dead. 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!"

[twelverriver]

and again, and again and again, and again, and again

[sad-girl-shit11]

“But you are the more rational, reasoned, empirical scientist. And you care.

And if he tries to convince you otherwise tell him to go to hell.” - Dr Goodman to Temperance Brennan trying to make her feel better s1 e8

[coppertophomegurl]

James Aubrey and Ellie Bishop ate one (1) meal together at a local diner. 9 dead and 45 injured.

[dumbassdumas]

I need to know if the other members of Zack Addy’s committee were just normal.

[vino---delectable]

Idk... I just feel like Vincent would've been a very secret swiftie

[joelslegalwhrereads]

Confessions

pairing ⁀➷  james aubrey x reader

word count⁀➷  900+

summary⁀➷ You and Aubrey are married but because you don't work together very often, the team doesn't know it yet, which changes when you all meet at the royal diner after a case.

warnings⁀➷ is marriage a warning?, some fluff, the case i mentioned is not a real case they had

a/n ⁀➷ i couldn’t resist writing for aubrey so i hope you’ll have as much fun reading as i had writing it x

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„I'm glad this case is over." Angela sighed as you entered the Royal Diner. „Me too. I'm afraid of marionettes anyway, I don't need them in my job. Ugh..." you shivered by the thought of the poor person.

You gathered around the table your team always had when you would go to the diner. At this point, any other table would feel just very wrong. „Are Hodgins and Aubrey on their way?" Cam asked the group. „Mhm, I guess. Aubrey told me he'd wait up for Hodgins because they had to take some notes for the report." Booth answered her.

This was your favourite part of every case, even though it wasn't all of you each time. Sitting at the diner together, talking about the things that happened, but also personal things. These people quickly became your best friends. They welcomed you from the second you stepped foot into the Jeffersonian and integrated you into their group. Now that Aubrey was working with Booth at the FBI, it would be even better.

„What can I get you guys?" Joanne smiled at us.

„The usual please." Booth and Brennan ordered, Cam didn't want anything but water and so did Angela.

„A burger, fries and a salad please." you smiled. „Alright, I'll be back in a sec." Joanne wrote everything down and left your table. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, „You seem hungry, Y/N." Brennan laughed lightly.

You chuckled, „Oh, it's for Aubrey.". Cam frowned and made the typical expression she always did when she was confused. Angela on the other hand already seemed to know what's up but kept it for herself.

„There they are!" Booth greeted Hodgins and Aubrey when they entered the diner. „Sorry it took longer than expected. He didn't accept the words normal people use." Aubrey sarcastically commented.

„Actually, it is usually very important to use the correct technical terms." Brennan commented. „Thank you." Hodgins said.

You grinned at the interaction between them. It's always like that, and it's exactly what makes them so lovable. Aubrey has been with the team for about a month, but you never had the chance to really work together during a case, until now.

Angela slid her chair a bit to the side to make room for Aubrey next to you, totally on purpose, of course. Hodgins meanwhile sat down on her other side. Just in time for the two to sit down, Joanna came back with a plate for Brennan, apple cake for Booth and your order.

„Here you go, anything else you'd like?" she asked. „No, thanks, Joanna." Booth smiled, and she nodded.

Aubrey smiled at you when he saw the plates in front of him. „Thank you." His hand caressed your tight. „I wouldn't dare to not order when I know exactly what your mood is like when you're hungry." you chuckled. The others were already in conversation, so they didn't listen to what you and Aubrey talked about.

He took a big bite of his burger, which he could barely get into his mouth, and exhaled happily. "I love you." he told the burger, and you had to laugh softly.

The others looked at him laughing. Everyone knew Aubrey's love for food.

Booth raised an eyebrow, "How do you even get that thing in your mouth?". "Oh, it'll fit somehow." Aubrey mumbled, his mouth still full. Booth just shook his head, but everyone could see the slight smirk.

"I really hope we can finally do a proper experiment next time," Hodgins sighed. "I'm not going to even ask what you're hoping for." Cam laughed. Hodgins started, „You know, we haven't-„

Suddenly they all went quiet. You chewed the fry you stole from Aubrey's plate. „Everything okay?" you asked carefully, swallowing. Aubrey looked just as confused as you did, as he handed you another one. Everyone's eyes got even wider at that.

Finally, Booth said, „James Aubrey does not share his food.", „Nor does anyone know what he's even ordering, as much as he always eats." Hodgins added.

Brennan's gaze would've almost been uncomfortable if you didn't know her so well. You chuckled, „Oh.". „We're married." Aubrey laughed, and you grinned when you both raised your hands at the same time to show them the wedding rings.

Booth looked like something hit him, „That explains a lot." Cam commented enlightened. „As if none of you have noticed," Angela laughed, „You're all so smart but so blind at normal things sometimes.". „I must confess that I should have noticed it. Congratulations, by the way." Brennan admitted and smiled at the last part of her sentence. "Thank you." you giggled. "Wait, how long have you guys been married?" Booth asked.

"Almost four years." Aubrey said, cracking a grin at Booth's facial expression. "So that's what Caroline always meant." Booth quietly talked to himself.

You could picture Caroline giving Seeley a poke in the back of the head for being so slow on the uptake.

„We don't make a secret out of it, I guess it just never really came up." you chuckled.

„Well now we know." Cam laughed. "As long as you let us know then when you're planning on having a little Aubrey or a little Y/N, I can just about forgive you for this one," Angela joked, and everyone broke out laughing. "Promised." You joined the laughter as Aubrey intertwined his hand with yours under the table and smiled at you.

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[fangirlings-things]

Criminal Background

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Summary: the Jeffersonian team finds out about (Y/N)'s criminal background

Warnings: none

Word count: 1K

Gifs credit: @jigsmave

• Requested by @cass-danvers

( I hope you like it love, I did my best! )

"Hey, (Y/N), can we talk for a moment?" Angela called you from the front of her room, her own personal digital lab. 

"Yeah, of course, Ange" you stopped on your tracks and then went towards her, the folder in your hands being held carefully because the pages inside it were important to the newest case. You followed Angela when she mentioned for you to go inside of her lab with her, your eyes on the folder. "I was just about to take this new piece of evidence to Doctor Brennan..." when you raised your eyes to look at Angela, you froze. 

The whole team was there. 

Gathered around the room, side by side like they were all about to hear some new evidence Angela has discovered. But you knew that wasn't it. They all had their eyes fixed on you, the most various expressions on their faces. You were the center if attention in that moment, like there was a spotlight over your head that only you couldn't see. 

You instantly, got worried. 

"(Y/N), we need to talk" Doctor Brennan spoke, and her words sent chills down your spine and caused your mind to race while you thought about what you could have done wrong. 

"W-what's going on?" you couldn't stop your voice from failing. Being under everyone's serious gaze made you want to run away, hide youself. 

You had been working in the Jeffersonian Institute for two months now. Being hired after such a hard selective process, you had gained everyone's trust and they seemed to really like you. What could have you done to change that? 

"I searched your background, (Y/N)" it was Booth who spoke this time. Instantly, you understood everything. Why they were looking at you like that, why the serious expressions. Why Booth was there when he usually just came under the circumstances of new evidence. 

"Look, please, you don't have to fire me" tears filled up your eyes, blurring your vision. You had worked so hard for that job and now it was going to be taken from you. "I do my best here everyday, I never wanted to..." 

"(Y/N), calm down" Cam realized how desperate you were and went towards you in a rush, placing her hands on your shoulders and making you look at her only as the tears streamed down your face. "We just want to talk, no one is firing you" 

"Yet" Doctor Brennan said, in that cold septical tone of hers, making you have to shallow the knot that had formed itself on your throat. 

Cam gave Temperance a hard look and then, made you sit at Angela's chair in the corner of the room, in a way that had you in front of everyone. They could see you, and you could see them. All those gazes. 

"Your father was in a gang?" Booth walked around the room as he spoke, hands on his hips as he squeezed his lips on a thin line. He did not look mad. Instead, he seemed... surprised. 

You nodded. "Yes. He became a member as a teenager and continued on it until he died"

"And now your brother is the gang leader" Booth said, as he stopped walking and crossed his arms over his chest. His brown eyes were fixed on you and nothing else. 

"I haven't spoken with Tyler in a long time" you stated firmly, since there could be no doubt. Taking a deep breath, you passed your eyes through all of them, seeking understatement. "Please guys, I swear, I have nothing to do with him and his way of living. I neglected it since I became old enough to live by myself. I made my own path, I have been honest all my life. Please, don't judge me by my family's mistakes" 

"Why didn't you tell us about this?" Hogdins looked at you with empathy as a sight escaped his lips. You had been working a lot with him lately and see that he was actually the benefit of the doubt, helped you to stay calmer. 

"If I had told you, would I have been hired?" you asked no one in particular, but yours ended up falling upon Doctor Brennan. She was the one that chose the new members of the team. She always had the final word. 

"I suppose no" she said and you bit your lower lip, trying to prevent more tears from falling. 

Defeated you got up from Angela's chair, digging your nails into your palms for the fact of being ao stupid as to think that no one there would find out. That this time, you could achieve your dream without the past being brought up. 

"I will get my things and leave" you turned around and started to walk out of the room, every step hurting more than the last one. 

"(Y/N), wait" Doctor Brennan's voice made you freeze on your spot. It didn't sound cold like the usual, no. It sounded emotional. Turning around, you saw that she had a mix of sadness and pride on her expression. "You're not fired" 

"I-I'm not?" you mumbled, unable to believe such a thing. 

"No" she stated, more firmly this time. A shadow of a smile on her lips. "Criminal background or not, you were the best of the candidates for the job. You have talent and skills. So no, you're not fired"

"Thank you so much Doctor Brennan, you won't regret this!" filled with joy, you went to her and hugged her tightly, only for moments after to pull back with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I just... thank you. Thank you all" you looked at all the other members of the team there, smiled to every last one of them. 

"No problem, kid" Booth winked at you with a smile. "Just keep doing the right thing"

Angela hugged you, seeming extremely relieved for you being allowed to stay in the Institute. Cam did the same. 

"Can I say that I think it's super cool that you have a gang leader as a brother?" Jack had that mischievous smile on his face as he said so, raising his eyebrows at you. 

The slap on the arm Angela gave him made everyone laugh.

[zeeleybooth]

4×10 // 4×22

[lsonflowerl]

Today, something crossed my mind.

I don’t see any Zack Addy x male!reader fanfics and that makes me feel sad.

So, if any author/writer would write some Zack Addy from bones x male!reader it would make this depressed boy very happy.

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

I was wondering if you could write headcanons for the Bone Boys as dads. ( you can pick one or multiple) (ie. Seeley, Jack, Lance, Zack, or any of the squinterns) I loved your hodgins fic sm <3 take your time!!! Thank you!!!

Oh, I love you for asking this 💕Any opportunity to write for my Jeffersonian family. And my squinterns? You didn't have to ask twice. If anyone want a part 2 let me know. I didn’t include a bunch of squints or my boy Aubrey

Seeley - over protective, caring, goofy, stern, willing to do whatever he needs to to make his kid happy. I mean, just look at Parker - that kid turned out so well adjusted and happy. Booth just loves him to pieces - and Christine? Apple of his eye. Any kid this man has will want for nothing and know nothing but pure unrelenting love. Sunday afternoons of throwing a baseball around - I don't care what gender, any child of Booth will know how to throw a curve ball. And the hockey games? Oh, the kid(s) will be wearing Flyers jerseys before they can walk.

Lance - we were robbed. Robbed of seeing this beautiful man raising a child. Sweets would be such a good dad too. Caring, affectionate, understanding, patient, hilarious, and with one disappointed look have his kids in line apologizing.

Oh, I could just imagine the first few weeks of sleepless nights. Lance, being so excited, but also so terrified of messing up. He knows what its like to have shitty people looking after you, and he'd never want to be that way. But he also knows what it's like to have two loving (amazing) people take care of him and love him with unconditional love.

This of course, would cause him to take the brunt of the middle of the night feedings/check-ins. Lance, sitting in a rocking chair, softly singing Coconut by Harry Nilsson. It's no surprise when the kid knows all the words before they know the alphabet fully.

Just, ugh, nothing but love and laughter.

Any child of Jack's will be showered with affection, over the top gifts (what do you mean a thousand dollar playhouse is too much? It has a fully functional kitchen and a mini lab!), and a love and appreciation for all the beautiful things around them (bugs and all).

"Whose my little prince/princess of the lab?"

Jack would realize his mistake during the preteen phase. "Honestly, I don't know where the sarcasm is coming from. They're too quick for their own good." This of course, would be met with eye rolls, and really? No DNA test needed here. King of the Lab? More like King of Sass.

Jack would love to take the kid(s) to the lab. "This is a Carabidae, they belong to the Adephaga." He'd love to see their little faces light up with wonder. He'd never feel more elated then hearing the little giggles when he puts the beetle into his kids tiny waiting hand.

Wendell would be the sweetest most down to Earth dad. No child of Wendell's would ever know what it means to struggle - not if he had anything to say about it. That doesn't mean his kids wouldn't know the meaning of hard work - that's the one thing Wendell prides himself in. Working hard and knowing you deserved to be there.

Considering his own mother induced labor on a roller coaster, I'm sure Wendell would be there for unconventional methods. His kids would also know how to defend themselves - verbal and physically (No one would ever talk down to his kids and get away with it. And boxers fracture? His kids would know how to throw a punch and mean it - "only if they deserve it, you can't just go around just starting fights with anybody."

His favorite memory would be the first time he took his kid(s) onto the rink. Seeing them persevere and keep going until they got the hang of it - "That's right, you got it!"

Wendell would raise his kids to be prepared for absolutely anything. Car broke down? They would know how to fix the engine. Someone broke their heart? Cry, feel it all, then take a deep breath and keep going. Because no matter what - he'll always be there to back them up.

Vincent would be a dotting dad. A little over the top, but that's why his kids would love him. Any child of Vincent's would know more random facts than any other five year old. The calls from the kindergarten teacher would always be...interesting. "Yes, yes, I can see why talking about the amount of insect legs found in chocolate would be upsetting to the other children."

That of course would not and could not stop him from prattling out more facts every night. Facts were his love language - his bonding time. Every night, without fail, he'd tuck his little one into bed, rambling about any random thought that popped into his head until his child fell asleep.

Colin, sweet morbid hopeless Colin. Would have no idea what to do with a child until one evening when he hasn't sleep for four days straight - he can barely see, his mind and body more fuzzy than normal.

He's looking hopelessly at his baby in his arms, "What? what do you need from me?" His voice growing more weary and desperate. Until he see's it, a smile - then a small gurgle that could be mistaken for laughter. "Oh, you like that, huh, my misery?" He's welcomed by another gurgle and big beautiful eyes blinking slowly back at him. He feels it then - the warmth- the happiness creeping up in his bones. He's got a shot now - at something he never thought about before.

Oh, his kid wants to paint his nails? Sure, he's always got the time, and maybe some tips, a little sloppy on the corner there. It's okay- you're only six we'll get you there, kid.

Colin would be the type of dad to always complain about being dragged to something, but he would secretly love it. Sappy teen movie playing in the background? No, he's not interested. He's just going to stand here for 30 minutes eyes glued to the screen. No, he doesn't want to sit down. Wait- rewind - what are they arguing about? He missed it.

Colin would have a little mini me - both the complete opposite of him and so similar it was scary. His little partner in crime.

Zack would like to think he knows exactly what he's doing but he has no idea. He buys every parenting book known to man. Spends hours of research looking up different child development theories.

No, the baby did not in fact laugh. It's only been a month, a baby can't laugh until at least 5 months. He states that firmly until the next few days when Zack swears up and down he made the baby laugh doing an impression of Hodgins. I know I said that, but perhaps the baby just has my intelligence and early development.

Zack will be there front row and center for every recital, game, or event. Doesn't matter if he has no idea what the rules are or what is going on. He'll be there cheering from the side lines.

His favorite afternoon snack to make? Macaroni and cheese.

Zack is just happy to have made his family a little bit bigger. He never thought he'd be proud of anything outside of the Jeffersonian, but he was happily proven wrong everyday.

[maximoff-pan]

Idk if youre still doing this but can you do “is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?” & sweets

Prompt: Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday afternoon?”

Character: Lance Sweets

Your relationship with Lance had been the best one you’d ever had. You’d been friends for years, and then that friendship sparked into something more, but with the stress of the job, and all the time spent worrying about each other, you both decided it was best to just go back to being friends.

Sure you still had feelings for him, and sure all you wanted to do was be with him, but you couldn’t do that. Especially not when things had become so awkward between you two after you had broken up.

But you had to put that aside. You still worked together, which was nice albeit sometimes weird. You even shared an office. That’s how it was when you were best friends, and even when you were dating, you just never requested a change.

Opening the door to your shared office, you see Lance lying on the couch. He turns over to look at you as soon as he hears you enter the small room. “(Y/n)!” He exclaims.

You see the bottle of alcohol on his desk and suddenly realize what he’s done. “Is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a Tuesday afternoon?”

“Drunk?” He splutters. “Who says I’m drunk?”

“Well, the empty bottle of scotch on your desk seems to say so.” You shift towards him, sitting next to him on the couch. “Come here, tell me what’s wrong.”

He stares at you as if he’s trying to read the situation but can’t. “You.” He says, his filter gone.

Normally he wouldn’t be this blunt, but whether it’s the alcohol in his system, or the fact that you’re so close to him that he could kiss you, he doesn’t care. You are his problem. The only reason he wanted to get wasted in the first place was to forget about you. But that only made things worse...more intense.

“Me?” Your tone comes out in annoyance. Since you broke up, you’ve been desperately trying to put the pieces of your friendship back together. He’s the one who’s been distant, and he has the audacity to tell you that you’re the problem. “Are you joking?”

“No. I’m not.” He states. “You’re my problem!” His voice is much louder now yet there’s an airiness to it. He doesn’t seem quite aware of what’s going on around him. “I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t sleep, I cant think, I can’t do my job. And now that you’re here, all I want to do is kiss you...”

You open your mouth to speak but he stops you. “Let me finish.” You nod at him, unsure. “And I know I can’t do that, but God do I want to. You deserve to be with someone better, and that kills me. I just want you to know how much I care about you, and that if I can’t have you as my girlfriend, then I would really like to keep being your friend.” He pauses to take another breath. “I’m sorry I was distant. I just didn’t know how to cope without you, and I took it out on our friendship.”

He sounds and feels nearly sobered up. His mind feels clear, and his heart, a little less heavy.

“I want to kiss you too.” You voice is shaky, but you mean it. “I also know we can’t do that, but I want you to know that I love you. I always will.”

You lean your head against his shoulder and he sighs against you. “I love you too. Maybe someday.”

“Yeah.” You agree. “Maybe someday.”

[michaelaconlin]

[imagines-headcanons-for-all]

[time-to-spleen]

Imagine Hermione Granger and Temperance Brennan teaming up. That’s all.

[vino---delectable]

Y'all ready for me to write a silly little y/n bones fanfiction, or what?