#vincent nigel-murray x reader

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ bones masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ zack addy, seeley booth, temperance brennan, angela montenegro, jack hodgins, camille saroyan, lance sweets, daisy wick, arastoo vaziri, jessica warren, finn abernathy, vincent nigel-murray, wendell bray

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zack addy. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seeley booth. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ temperance brennan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ angela montenegro. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jack hodgins. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ camille saroyan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lance sweets. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daisy wick. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arastoo vaziri. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jessica warren. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ finn abernathy. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vicent nigel-murray. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wendell bray. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[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 it’s hard?"

"Not for you apparently," you teased. "Though I expect being a ranger turned FBI agent probably helps."

You started walking backwards enjoying the challenging look in his eyes.

"Are you trying to rial me up?" he questioned, smirking at you.

You leaned in close to him, enjoying the way his breathing increased. "Depends, how easy do you fluster?"

You pulled away, making your way towards the ring toss.

"Oh, I see how it is," Booth shouted as he trailed after you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

The first date with Booth would solely about getting to know you, making you laugh, and gauging just how comfortable he could be around you. It would absolutely end with him being a giant tease and kissing you on the corner of your mouth or your temple.

Hodgins, rich (so rich he doesn't even know how rich), Hodgins would try and impress you. At least that was his first thought. Private and obscenely expensive dinner? Check. Expensive car to get you there? Check.

But like many things in Jack's life, it never really went according to plan.

"Oh, come on!" Jack grumbled at the flat tire. "I just had the car serviced. I can't believe this."

It was only when you started laughing that he relaxed enough to look at you.

"What?" He asked a bit in disbelief. Crushing thoughts about how this was the worst first date to never actually even start diminished at the sight your smile.

"I don't think I've seen you this stressed since you tried to hide TNT experiment from Cam," you said laughter dying down.

"Hey, that civil war exhibit didn't need it as much as us," he reasoned, a smile now stretching across his own face as he leaned against his car.

You mirrored his movements, shoulder pressed against his as you leaned against the car.

"I wanted this to be perfect. But just about everything seems to have gone wrong."

"Well, it's a good thing the night isn't over yet," you looked around. "You know, I think we're close to the diner."

"You can't be serious," he laughed. A mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Deal. I never needed anything fancy anyways - just you Jack."

From that moment, he knew that he wasn't ever going to mess it up. You were it for him.

Sweets would want to do anything where the two of you could just talk. We know he's done a pottery class before so something along those lines. Really anything where he got to just look at you with a big grin on his face and listen to every word that came out of your mouth.

"Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"Your chicken is burning."

"Oh, shit."

You let out a laugh that made him forget all about the charred chicken. He, in hindsight, should have known better than to plan a cooking class as your first date. Not when you distracted him so easily he could chop a finger off. Definitely not his best idea.

"Here, we can just share mine," you said as you fed him some of your food. All teasing smiles and delicious prolonged eye contact.

Definitely not his worst date idea.

Wendell is one for simplicity. He wants to get to know you, but he also doesn't want to go overboard and scare you off. He'd plan for a simple dinner (your pick) and make a walk around the city.

The street lights illuminated the city, a cool breeze rushing past you. You tried your best not to seem cold - you'd opted for looks- not practically. Now you were paying the price for it.

A sudden rush of warm hit you, you looked up at Wendell who'd wordlessly placed his jacket over your shoulders.

"Wendell-"

"Don't even mention it. Can't have you getting sick now, can I?" He gently nudged your shoulder with his own as you walked side by side. "Wouldn't want you to rain check the next date."

"The next one?" you prodded - warmth washing over your cheeks. "Someone is presumptuous," you teased.

"Nah, just optimistic," He smiled brightly at you. "So, what do ya say?"

"I think your odds are looking pretty good," you looped your arm to hold on to his.

Wendell wouldn't necessarily consider himself a betting man, but he'd say he won out on this one.

Vincent was quiet sure how he'd managed it. It was all a bit of blur if he was honest. One second you both were discussing how no number before a thousand contains the letter a, and the next he had asked you out. And you'd said yes.

He almost thought he'd dreampt it, really. You'd had to call out his name twice before he blinked himself back into reality.

Now he stood in front of your door holding flowers that were wilting away by the second - he swore he'd just gotten them and they looked pristine.

He let out a sigh, knuckles frozen over the door. This would be, fine. You already said yes. Oh, God.

Knuckles knocking against the door, he frantically smoothed out his hair.

"Vincent!"

You leaned in for a hug, crushing the flowers, but he couldn't bring himself to care. You pulled away giving him this brilliant smile that put him at ease.

"Are those for me?"

"Wha- yes. Yes, they are for you." He handed you the roses. "Did you know over 30,000 rose varieties exist today?"

You let out a small laugh, eyes still sparkling. "I didn't, but thank you for telling me."

That smile of your really did put him at ease. This would be fine - this would be great - because he was with you.

When Colin asked you to go out with him to the Slasherthon at the local movie theater he wasn't actually sure you'd say yes. But he figured the worst you could say was no - or you know, laugh at him until he fell into an endless abyss of shame.

Either would be fine.

He expected the abyss.

He did not expect you to say yes. Let alone actually show up. But there you were in a Jason Voorhees t-shirt all smiles as he walked up to you.

"Are you ready for lots of gore and eating our weight in popcorn?" You asked practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. He'd never seen anything more lively or beautiful in his life.

"A person after my own heart," he said dramatically - hand placed over his own heart.

"Come on, Colin," you grabbed his hand pulling him into the theater. As you led him away he realized the abyss option would have been much worse than he had anticipated.

You were a light shining into his abyss.

Aubrey would take you to a nice sit down restaurant. He spent the better half of the week trying to decide where exactly to take you. He'd finally settled on a restaurant you had been talking about trying for a month now.

"Aubrey, how did you know I wanted to eat here?" You asked, leaning forward. Your eyes excitedly bouncing between the menu and Aubrey.

"You've been talking about it," he shrugged, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about it.

"Aubrey- I mentioned it once, like, a month ago." You laughed a bit in disbelief.

"And?"

"And how do you remember something like that?"

"It sounded important to you, why wouldn't I want to remember it?"

He'd be lying if he didn't say he enjoyed that look on your face. A mixture of disbelief and being heard - actually heard.

"Now, I'm thinking we go family style on this bad boy and see what all the fuss is about." Aubrey leaned forward, both of you so close to the other. If the flowers in the middle of the table weren't in the way he just might have leaned in for kiss.

"You sure you can leave some food for me?" You teased, your eyes sparkling in a way that made Aubrey realize he never wanted to see your eyes without it.

"Sweetheart, I'd leave all of it for you if you asked."

"Liar," you laughed.

"Alright some of it, but that's better than none!"

[h0nkch0c0late]

RAINSTORM

Vincent Nigel-Murray x Reader

WARNING: season 6 spoilers!!! Angst, character death, mentions of blood

SUMMARY: You always loved rainstorms. Now? You felt like one. And this time, you weren't so sure you liked it.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, he was taking the phone from Booth, waiting for the 5th ring.

The next, he was being tackled to the ground by Booth in a panic.

"We're fine." Booth had said as he slowly began to lift himself up.

But as I walked closer to them, I could see the blood begin to spill from beneath Vincent's body.

I froze. My heart began to beat 10× faster than usual, my breathing heavy.

Dr. Brennan raced over, and the two of them began to panic. They were telling him to keep his eyes open, talking to him and trying to help him stay alive.

Before I knew it, my feet unconsciously began to drag me towards them, tears beginning to fight their way past my eyes as I crouched down, lifting his head into my lap.

I held his face in my hands, my thumbs rubbing gentle circles as I tried my best to fight the tears back, to prove to him that he'd be okay.

He looked back and forth between Booth, Brennan, and I as he continued to stutter out his words of desperation.

"I..pl-please dont-just don't make me go." He begged, his eyes meeting mine.

"No one's making you go anywhere, Vince. You can stay here as long as you like because you're going to be fine, okay?" I choked out, one hand letting go of his face and going through his hair.

I could feel Brennan and Booth's eyes staring at me, whether it was shock, sadness, or both I couldn't tell. But I knew this was the first time they had ever seen me so desperate... the first time they had ever seen my cry.

It's funny, really, I hadn't noticed I had let a few tears slip. I was so focused on keeping Vincent alive that I didn't care what I looked like.

"I-I don't want to go, I love-it's been lovely." Vincent stuttered, his breathe slipping away.

I could feel his head getting heavier on my lap, his skin feeling colder against my fingertips as Booth was saying something I couldn't quite make out.

My ears were ringing as I kept staring into Vincent's eyes.

But he wasn't staring at me anymore, He was staring through me. I wasn't met with the same comforting eyes he always gave me. Instead, they were cold. Dead.

Suddenly, someone started to scream bloody murder. I couldn't tell who.

Was it brennan? Me?

My eyes finally moved up towards brennan and Booth, and my question was answered.

I was the one screaming. And i couldn't stop. I couldn't stop the dam in my eyes from breaking, and the screaming couldn't be silenced.

Suddenly I felt myself getting wrenched up from the ground, but I didn't want to leave him. Ever.

I tried to fight against whoever was holding me in place, but it was no use.

They were trying to tell me to calm down, but I couldn't. Vincent was dead, and I was alone again.

How could I ever be calm about that?

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Before I knew it, we were all sitting at the little conference room thingy where Booth and Sweets would usually meet with families and suspects in.

I had been zoned out, the image of Vincent bleeding out repeating over and over in my head.

It felt like there was a rainstorm in my body, sadness pelting through me heavily, soaking my entire existence.

Usually, I loved rainstorms. They gave me a sense of comfort. The soft patter of raindrops against the windows...covered in a blanket, snuggled up against Vince on the couch.

But now...this rainstormy feeling isn't so nice. And I hate it.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when I heard the door swing open. It was Booth,

"So...Brodsky got away." He began, "He was on a construction crane when he took the shot. We recovered the bullet casing." He showed the empty bullet casing to everyone as he leaned against an empty chair.

I only took a glance at it. Part of me didn't WANT to see the thing that killed my boyfriend.

He then threw it down onto the table, "it was an amazing shot."

"How did Broadsky see into the lab?" Brennan questioned.

"Thermal imaging." Booth looked down at the table, "he aimed for the guy who picked up the phone."

"He meant to kill you." Cam nodded.

"I'm the one who gave vincent the phone. I told him to pick it up." Booth stated, eyes moving towards Cam.

"You didn't know. I mean, there's no use..." Sweets tried to therapize.

I rolled my eyes, my hands clutching to the armrests of the chair I was sitting in. I could feel the anger starting to boil, turning my rainstorm of emotions into a giant thunderstorm. I knew that Booth wasn't to blame, but my views were skewed. I should be blaming Broadsky because he's the one who murdered Vincent, but... I felt as though if I looked at Booth even once, I'd try to kill him.

"I don't blame myself for this, Sweets."

God... even hearing him speak makes me wanna claw him to death.

"-I blame the guy who pulled the trigger."

Sweets nodded, "Okay."

"You still have blood on your hands." Brennan mentioned.

Booth looked away.

"Booth, she, she means literally."

As I looked to his hands, Brennan was right. Booth still had some of Vincent's blood on his hands. Somehow, that was my breaking point.

I jumped up from my chair, clenching my jaw as I quickly walked, stopping beside Booth. "No, actually, it is your fault. You could have given the phone to ANYONE else. But you chose Vincent. It is your fault. And I hate you deeply for it."

Without letting anyone get another word in, I stomped out of the room. I was fully aware that the pants I was wearing were covered in a crimson red. After all, I had been kneeling in his blood.

I didn't stop until I was in my room at the jeffersonian, the two stuffed animals Vincent had gotten me after his trip around the world sat against each other on my desk, and my anger began to slowly melt away.

I smiled as I walked over to them, picking them up. The memory of how I got them began to flood through my mind.

Vincent had just come back from his trip around the world, his first stop back home was to my house. He had walked in with a giant smile, hiding something behind his back.

As I let him in, he kept whatever was behind his back a secret as best he could until we sat down on the couch.

"What have you got behind your back?" I asked curiously, eyebrows raised.

"Guess." He smirked.

"Is it a really expensive necklace that you know I'll feel bad about because I hate when you buy me things that are more than $20?"

he chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it's better."

My eyebrows laced together as I tried my best to think of something, but I ended up blank.

"Sorry, I've run out of things to guess." I shrug.

He laughs, rolling his eyes, "Alright, fine I'll show you."

My eyes light up, excited that I wouldn't have to wait any longer.

He pulls his arms from behind his back, and my eyes widen at the sight.

in his hands were two stuffed animals. Cows. The one in his right hand was the exact one I had when I was a kid. Well, it was a replica, at least. I grabbed both and hugged them tightly. A giant grin plastered my lips.

"Wha-how? How did you?"

He shrugged, "I remembered you telling me about the cow you had when you were a kid. Saw it at the store and just had to buy it. I felt bad just buying it by itself, so I bought the second one so it could have a friend. Did you know cows could have best friends? They have very complex emotions just like us."

I laughed lightly, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug whilst holding the two stuffies.

"Thank you, Vince. You are the best!"

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't say the BEST..." He says modestly, hugging me back.

A knock was heard at my doorframe, and part of me expected it to be Vincent as I turned around, holding the one with the black spots tightly in my arms.

Unfortunately for me, it was Sweets.

I frown, "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to ask if you were alright." He says, hands up in defense at my aggressive tone.

I sigh, "yeah-well, no-its just...its all too much. I didn't mean to burst out at Booth like that...I just... the anger got to me, and I couldn't control it."

Sweets leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, "do you actually blame him for Vincent's death?"

"What? No. No, of course not. It's fully Broadsky's fault. He was the one who pulled the trigger on Vince, not Booth." I look down to the cow plushy in my arms and let out a deep breath I hadn't even realized I was holding in. "I just miss him, Sweets. I keep thinking that if I just blink, he'll be standing right in front of me. And he's not. And it's like there's this rainstorm inside of me that just won't go away and I hate that feeling so much and I want to cry so badly but if I do, that'll make it real. I don't want it to be real, Lance." I say, almost desperately, clinging to the stuffed animal in my arms.

He frowns, walking his way over to me. He didn't say a word, pulling me into a tight hug.

I felt my entire body collapse into him, the walls I built beginning to crumble. I was so much more fragile than I had thought.

"It's okay to cry, you know. In fact, in this circumstance, it's needed." He suggested.

Would he ever stop being a shrink to his friends? Probably not. But it worked. And that dam broke.

Once the tears started, I knew they couldn't stop.

I had gone home that night, and cried even more. I cried until my tear ducts were dry, drank some water, then cried some more until I fell asleep.

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It was over. Broadsky was defeated, and we wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

But now, the group of us stood near the steps of the building, waiting for Brennan as the van to pick up Vincent's body arrived.

Booth and I had talked a little bit before. It mainly considted of me apologizing profusely for blaming him and him trying to calm me down and saying that it was okay. In the end, it was fine.

"Maybe she's not coming." Cam spoke up.

"No. She'll-She'll be here." Angela nodded.

"Dr. Brennan has been known to retreat into hyper-rationalism in times of emotional turmoil, which could very well result in..." Sweets began to explain, but I cut him off by elbowing him in the side.

"Okay, even I want to slap you now." Hodgins responded.

"Alright, guys. Bones said she would come. She will definitely be here." Booth stated.

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And, Booth was right. Shortly after we had told the people who were carrying Vincent's casket that we would take care of it, Brennan had appeared with a vase full of flowers.

"Do-do you wanna say something?" Angela asks Booth.

Booth looks a little taken aback, "what? Me? I-I barely knew him."

"That's true." A voice rings out from across the street. Brennan makes her way over to us, her arms around a potted plant. "Booth only called Mr. Nigel-Murray 'The English Squintern'."

I let out a small chuckle at that.

"Well, some of us were worried that you wouldn't make it." Sweets mentioned.

Brennan lifted the vase of flowers up, "I stopped to get this."

"Right, because nothing says "rest in peace" like a potted plant." Cam chuckles.

Brennan sets the vase down onto the casket, "did I...do something wrong?" She asks, confused.

I started to feel the tears well up in my eyes again as I shook my head no.

"No, honey." Angela reassured, "You did something exactly right."

As Brennan took her spot with the group, I took that as my chance to put my own "rest in peace" thing onto his casket.

I looked down at the stuffed cow in my hands, the one with the black patches. It was the "best friend" that vincent had gotten the first one. A small smile appeared on my lips as I walked over to the casket, setting it down against the vase full of flowers that Brennan had put down.

"Did you know that cows grieve when their friends or family die? You were right, Vince. They have complex emotions, just like us." I tell him in a broken whisper.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I began to back away, fighting back the tears that threatened to surface once more.

We all stood in silence for a few seconds before Hodgins broke it,

"You know, Vincent gave me a great piece of advice. He said, "The busiest shopping hour of the entire year is between 3:00 and 4:00 on Christmas Eve." So..I never shop during that time."

"Oh." Sweets began, "He told me that Quebec City in Canada has the same amount of street crime as Disney World...so, safe place to visit."

Cam cleared her throat, wiping a tear from her eye, "Vincent informed me that the crack of a whip was actually the tip breaking the sound barrier."

"He told me that the top of the Eiffel Tower is actually six inches shorter in the winter time. So it's better to climb it then." Angela chuckled.

I smiled, "he once told me that even cows have best friends." Is shrugged, "not really useful, just good to know, I guess." I laughed lightly, sniffing as I felt a few teardrops fall from my eyes.

"Vincent's favorite song was "Da Lime and Da Coconut." Brennan chimed in.

Sweets' eyes widened, "Seriously? 'Cause that's like- that's my jam."

Angela and I chuckled together, and I glanced over at Sweets, shaking my head lightly at him.

We then continued our silence until Sweets started to sing Da Lime and Da Coconut, and then suddenly everyone was singing it.

As we sang, we lifted Vince's casket into the truck, booth closing the door and stood there, watching it drive off as we continued to sing.

The others headed inside, still singing as I stood there, staring off at the van that drove further away from my view.

Even Brennan and Booth, who had stopped only for a moment, had gone inside, leaving me to deal with my raging sadness alone.

As I heard the door close, I fell to my knees, letting the tears flow out again as I sobbed into my hands.

I would rather deal with this rainstorm alone than drag the others' sadness on longer than they should.

And it's okay because I've always felt better doing it alone, because that's how I function.

But man, do I wish Vince was with me.

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😃😃😃😃I am not okay 😃😃😃 also i know its a little longer than my usual ones but <333

[fafi-and-oblivia]

About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Bones Masterlist

Key:

🥰= fluff

😢=angst

I’ll literally write for any male character in the show!

Jack Hodgins x reader

Small moments 🥰

Hodgins as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs 🥰

Seeley Booth x reader

Booth as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Lance Sweets x reader

Sweets as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Wendell Bray x reader

Wendell as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Colin Fisher x reader

Colin as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Vincent Nigel Murray x reader

Vincent as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Zack Addey x reader

Zack as a dad HCs🥰

Finn Abernathy x reader

Finn as a dad HCs🥰

Arastoo Vaziri x reader

Arastoo as a dad HCs 🥰

James Aubrey x Reader

Aubrey as a dad HCs🥰

First Date HCs🥰

Clark Edison x reader

Clark as a dad HCs🥰

[imagine-a-fangirl]

Anyone with a fluffy anthony, benedict or colin bridgerton request? Or a fluffy Seeley Booth or Vincent nigel-murray request?

I know very specific😅

[jamiewintons]

Vincent Nigel-Murray having a crush on you would include…

● Vincent would be incredibly dorky when he has a crush on you. He gets very nervous and flustered when you're around, but he also likes spending time with you, so he ends up rambling a lot.

● Whenever he sees you he tells you some random fact, which you always find interesting. Not only do the facts help ease his anxiety and make him focus, but he also just likes sharing his knowledge with you.

● Hodgins can definitely tell that Vincent likes you right from the start, and teases him about it whenever you leave the room. He tries to convince Vincent just to ask you out, but he won't do it. He even tries to get Angela to talk some sense into Vincent, but it's no use.

● Even though Vincent gets all flustered around you, you get along and work well with each other, so Dr. Brennan gets the two of you to work together on cases frequently.

● With all the time you spend together, you become very close, and Vincent starts to get more comfortable around you, though he still shares his facts with you.

● It would take him forever to actually tell you how he feels, and he doesn't exactly do it in the most dignified way. He just blurts it out randomly, which is already embarrassing, but it's made worse by the fact that Brennan, Cam, and Hodgins are also in the room when he says it.

● Vincent goes bright red, trying to think of a fact to recite so he can calm down, but he comes up short, simply stammering over his words.

● You had absolutely no idea he felt that way about you, but you can't say that you're disappointed. Once you get over your initial shock you smile, telling him that you feel the same way.

● Vincent is sure that he's heard wrong so he has to get you to repeat what you said, and so you tell him again.

● Hodgins and Cam just kind of smirk at each other over the autopsy table, while Brennan sternly tells you that you should focus on your work (though she's secretly happy for you).

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

[bones-imagines]

The Ace in the Deck (Vincent Nigel Murray x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Plot:  I was wondering if you could write a Vincent Nigel Murray x ace!reader imagine, where the two are friends and the reader comes out to Vincent but they are scared of how he will react. Love your writing btw.

For a long time, you had known that you were asexual. You hadn’t been exactly open about it, but you weren’t exactly keeping it locked up in your basement, either. At points you felt it wasn’t necessary for anyone to really know if you weren’t dating them but other time you thought that coming out was a good idea. After a while of struggling to figure out what you wanted to do, you decided that you wanted to tell people.

Which lead you to deciding to come out to Vincent. You prepared what you were going to say, and responses to possible questions he would ask. The two of you were planning to go shopping at the mall together and you decided that today is the day you were going through with it. 

When Vincent had bought a few new pairs of pants and you had bought a couple shirts, you just went for it. You were waiting in line for a snack in the food court when you approached him about it.

“Vincent, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” You started, trailing off and waiting for him to show a sign that he was paying attention to you.

“What do you need to say, (Y/N)?” He questioned, glancing to you before looking back at the different snacks he could buy.

“I’m asexual!” you blurted, rubbing your arm and looking at him for a response.

“Really? I have a fact for that,” Vincent said, turning to look you in the eyes.

“Of course you do,” you laughed, glad to hear that Vincent didn’t need an explanation. He already knew what it meant, which meant less stress on you. 

“Did you knew that 1% of the adult population is asexual?” Vincent asked you.

“Well, for once, yes I did know that!” 

Vincent laughed and you smiled. You were happy he was your best friend.

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REQUESTS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME!

Thought I’d give a (not so) little list of who all I’m planning on writing for at the moment (subject to change in the future!!!)! This is a LOT so here goes:

***Will continue updating!!!***

X Readers— I will be writing for fem!reader and gn!reader as I’m afab and unfortunately am unfamiliar with writing from a masc perspective!!

I will not be writing smut or anything further than, quote-unquote, suggestive. Just personal preference :)

-Jim Street (SWAT)

-Hondo (SWAT)

-Chris Alonso (SWAT)

-JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

-Pope Heyward (Outer Banks)

-Cal Kestis (Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor)

-Randy Meeks (Scream)

-Sidney Prescott (Scream)

-Stu Macher (Scream)

-Ethan Landry (Scream VI)

-Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

-Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

-Ravi Panikkar (9-1-1)

-Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

-Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

-Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds)

-Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

-Jimmy Darling (AHS: Freak Show)

-Kit Walker (ASH: Asylum)

-Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

-Charlie Conway (The Mighty Ducks)

-Pacey Witter (Dawson’s Creek)

-Luke McNamara (The Skulls)

-Jesse Mills (Hudson and Rex)

-Peter Parker/Spider-Man (Andrew and Tom versions)

-Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)

-Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

-Sean Anderson (Journey 2: The Mysterious Island)

-Josh Futtermann (Future Man)

-Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

-Dylan Lenivy (The Quarry)

-Ryan Erzahler (The Quarry)

-Abigail Blyg (The Quarry)

-Kaitlyn Ka (The Quarry)

-Zack Addy (Bones)

-Lance Sweets (Bones)

-Angela Montenegro (Bones)

-Jack Hodgins (Bones)

-Vincent Nigel-Murray (Bones)

-Finn Abernathy (Bones)

-Wendell Bray (Bones)

-Alex Standall (13 Reasons Why)

-Clay Jensen (13 Reasons Why)

Planning on doing a full master list along with everything I’m comfortable writing and what I’m not soon :)

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Who I write for

I have  pretty wide range of interests and fandoms so if you like it so do I probably! This is btw a Reader-insert type blog and I’m also down with poly type things (i.e. Stucky x reader) I live for angst so send in those prompts/requests! Also if you just wanna talk about movies/shows/whatever I would love that! I do like other stuff other than the things I write about. I’ll probably add to this list to cause I most likely forgot someone. 

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Scott Lang, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Peter B. Parker, Carol Danvers, Matt Murdock 

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

DC: Bruce Wayne, Steve Trevor, Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Jason Todd, Harry Wells (The CW),

Good Omens: Crowley 

New Girl: Nick Miller

Kingsman: Harry Hart

Star Trek: Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk. 

Baby Driver: Baby, Darling, Buddy

Bones: Vincent Nigel Murray

The Man from U.NC.L.E.: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby 

Haunting of Hill House: Steve Crain, Nellie Craine 

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Bones characters + their reactions to meeting you under the mistletoe

Characters: Vincent Nigel-Murray, James Aubrey, Jessica Warren, Wendell Bray

Tags/Warnings: Christmas, First Kiss, Mistletoe, Gender Neutral Reader.

A/N: This is the first time I've posted any Bones related writing since I was about 15 or 16, I think, so forgive me if it's not fantastic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and reblogs are appreciated as always!

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Vincent Nigel-Murray

Vincent is a nervous wreck once he realises what is hanging above your heads, his face goes bright red and he has no idea what he should do.

On instinct, he decides he should tell you about the traditions surrounding mistletoe: "The tradition is actually believed to have originated from a tale from Norse mythology, but the custom of kissing underneath it didn't become popular until somewhere between 1720 and 1784..."

You have always liked listening to his random facts, but now really wasn't the time. Eventually, it seems like the only thing you can do to get him to stop talking is to kiss him, and so that is what you do. When you pull away he stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly completely speechless for once in his life. Maybe now he'll finally realise you like him?

James Aubrey

You bump into Aubrey while he's making his way to get some more food. You both apologise to each other, and you can’t help but notice the mistletoe hanging above your heads. Aubrey’s eyes widen and he looks back at you, not sure what he should do.

“So, do you wanna—I mean, we don’t have to…” You nod enthusiastically before he can finish his sentence, and he stares at you, a little shocked, for a moment before he leans in and kisses you gently. You smile against his lips, you’ve been waiting for this for ages.

“Merry Christmas,” he blurts out once you break apart. You can’t help but laugh a little. “Uh, I was gonna go and get something to eat. You wanna come with?” Of course, you decide to join him.

Jessica Warren

Jessica smiles when she sees that the two of you are standing beneath the mistletoe -- she totally hadn't planned for this to happen, no way. She looks at you, waiting to see your reaction, before she has to speak up.

“So, are you going to kiss me? Or am I going to have to kiss you?” she asks as she steps closer to you, and you feel your cheeks warm up. This is as good a time as any, you think. You lean in and press your lips against hers. The kiss doesn't last long, but it's better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“How about next time we try it without the mistletoe?” She suggests, giving you a wink and a coy smirk before leaving you there blushing.

Wendell Bray

Wendell would give you a massive grin as he points out that the two of you are standing under mistletoe. He laughs, before saying that it's just a dumb tradition, but you can tell that there's something on his mind.

"I mean, would it be alright if I kissed you, though?" he asks, and you notice his cheeks turning pink. You smile, telling him of course he could, and he wastes no time moving closer to you. He takes a deep breath and places his hands either side of your face, kissing you softly.

Once you break apart, you both grin at each other. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Wendell admits, seemingly feeling bashful now, staring at the ground.

"So have I," you tell him, kissing him on the cheek.

[bones-imagines]

The Reunion in the Bar (Vincent Nigel Murray x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Plot: When you start writing again can you possibly do 19 and 20 for Vincent Nigel murray possibly with some fluffy flashbacks included thanks 

 19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

You stood at the entrance of the Founding Fathers. A place you used to frequently visit with your friends. But, Temperance had requested that you come and talk to her and Seeley.

You took a deep breath and walked in.

The bells on the door jingled and you saw a few people turn to look at you. You walked through, dodging chairs and bodies while searching for Temperance and Seeley. Before you could reach the other side of the bar someone got pushed into you. You helped steady them on their feet and quickly realized that it was 

“(Y/N)? I haven’t seen you here for a while, why are you here?” Vincent asked, brushing his clothes and releasing himself from your grip.

“I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

The memories were unwanted, but they were all good ones. You liked the memories themselves but what you didn’t like was the feeling you had once you snapped back into reality. 

---

Another hard case had been solved and to celebrate, as the team usually did, everyone was going to the Founding Fathers for a few drinks. Vincent had worked on the case with you this time so you were particularly excited. The two of you drove there together and you decided to let him get as drunk as he wanted and you were going to drive the both of you to his house after everyone was done.

Smiling, you watched Vincent as he went and got another drink. He was already tipsy but that only meant he was more adorable than usual. Vincent was a clingy drunk. As he came back over, his drink in hand, you smiled at him. You could pretty much see him melt then and there. When he finally reached you he kissed your cheek and leaned his head on your shoulder, causing you to grab his empty hand.

---

Cutting back into reality, you shook your head and turned to where Vincent had been pushed from, only too see Angela and Temperance. With no Seeley in sight, you ignored whatever Vincent had to say and walked to them. 

“Angela, I wasn’t expecting you here today,” You said, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“Hello to you too, (Y/N),” Angela said with a smirk on her face.

“And what exactly is this supposed to be?” You asked, very not pleased with what they were plotting.

“(Y/N) I think you are well aware of what is happening,” Temperance explained.

“Um, if I may interrupt I don’t think they want this to be happening-”

“Of course I don’t want this happening!  They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am!” You exclaimed.

“You still...” Vincent trailed off.

“Yes! I still like you Vince! I’ve tried so hard to stop. It’s been three long years of not dating anyone because I’m still hung up on you! And I’m so, so tired of it.”

“You two could try being in a romantic relationship again?” Temperance offered as an option, to which Angela pulled her away. The space they gave was much needed.

“Vincent, I just... I broke us up because I thought you had something going for you. I didn’t want to hold you back and... even though I was the one to stop us I regret it. I’m sorry,” You explained, rubbing your arm.

“(Y/N)... are you aware of the fact that 50% of couples break up and then get back together?” Vincent asked, fiddling with his hands and looking you in the eye.

“I think I’d like to give us another try, too.”

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I only write for the fandoms and characters listed above. This list may be subject to change when I think of new characters I'd like to write for.

I do write smut now, but I probably won’t take requests for it except from people in the Baynton Babes server. This rule might change eventually, but it makes me feel comfortable for now. I hope you understand!

I tend to write requests I'm most inspired for first, because I find that my writing is better that way. I'm sorry if you send a request and it takes ages for me to post it!!

You can send me requests even if I haven't reblogged a prompt meme recently! Please be specific about what you want, though.

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Fights (Vincent Nigel-Murray x Female! Reader)

“This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!” I like this one I had many ideas. (Also BLESS I love Vincent) This one-shot should be intense if I wrote it right. This one-shot is written for a female reader by the way. Please enjoy! Vincent may be a little pic in this, but I just thought that in an argument he would forget what he is really like and all that.

A FEW SPOILERS FROM SEASON 6 (they aren’t direct, it just talks about the main antagonist of s6)

Though you and Vincent have not been on the best terms lately, both of you still lived in the same apartment. The air was always tense, and a full night of sleep became rare. Neither of you wanted to sleep on the couch, and you didn’ have a guest bedroom, so you still slept in the same bed. You could have kicked him out, but you couldn’t find the heart to do it. You still loved Vincent; you just were in a rough patch. It would pass, and your relationship would be better again.

The day began as normal; you and Vincent had gotten ready as normal. Today was Vincent’s day at the lab, and you had gone to work at the F.B.I. building. Everything was normal up until You and Vincent got home that night.

Admittedly, the case definitely wasn’t the easiest case you had been on. It was one of the hardest. The victim didn’t have much family, and the only person that they could talk to was their boss at work, who wasn’t much help. You couldn’t be sure, but it was likely Vincent was having a hard time too.

It could have been the stress.

Or maybe it was just the fact that you both snapped.

You couldn’t be sure.

—–

You walked into your apartment, placing your keys on the kitchen table and taking off your shoes. You stopped, sighed and walked to your fridge, grabbing a water bottle and a frozen dinner. You placed the frozen dinner in the microwave and turned on the t.v. You got out another frozen dinner, preparing it for Vincent.

Vincent, on most days, arrived about ten minutes after you. There were some days it was earlier, and others were he was late by a long time. But 5/7 Times a week, it was strictly ten minutes.

When Vincent didn’t come back for twenty-five minutes, You had become nervous. But when he walked through the door, you began to be angry. He had just decided not to tell you, his girlfriend and the person he lives with, that he would be a little late. He couldn’t talk to you, not even a quick text that would take 30 seconds.

“So, where were you?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest.

“Uh, I stayed late at the lab?” He replied in a way that questioned why you were quizzing him.

“And why was that? Couldn’t you have given me a quick text? So I knew You were okay?”

“I didn’t think about it at the time. Sorry,” Vincent answered, walking into the kitchen for whatever reason.

“So you didn’t think to let your GIRLFRIEND know where you were, you didn’t think about telling her anything?”

“Okay, WHAT is your problem?” He gave out a breath, “Yes, I forgot to mention that I was running late. It’s not the end of the world! I’ve done it before, and it wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, it’s a problem NOW because there’s a crazy sniper out there!” Though you knew it wasn’t the way the killer worked, you added more to the thought. “For all I knew, you could have been killed by the guy so it would get to Booth!”

Vincent rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like the sniper would come after me of all people! Booth likes Brennan whole lot more than me, and You and I both know that!”

You gritted your teeth. “Maybe that’s because he actually cares and takes the time out of his day to think about the people he loves, unlike you.”

“Oh, don’t even go there. You’re-” Vincent Angrily brought his hands down from the sides of his head, “being so bloody ridiculous!”

“This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this! THIS is why I didn’t want to get into a relationship with you!” You yelled, tears trickling at your eyes.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have! Maybe we shouldn’t be together! Oh, I have a brilliant idea! Let’s break up.” Vincent requested.

“Yeah, let’s break up! Best idea you’ve had in a long time!” You replied, already going to the bedroom to grab some clothes and a bag.

Once you had essentials, you were at the door. “I’ll get the rest of my stuff later,” You said, slamming the door.

By the time You got to the lobby, what had happened sunk in.

You and Vincent were no longer together. Just like that. You guys were done.

You walked to the two doors that lead outside. Biting your lip, you thought of where you could go. Not to Booth’s or Brennan’s. Absolutely not Sweets, he would want to talk about what happened immediately. Maybe Hodgins and Angela will help you out.

You decided yes on the last one. You and Hodgins were friends, but you and Angela didn’t talk much. Not at you didn’t like her, you just didn’t relate to her as much as you did Hodgins. The phone had ringed three times before you heard running footsteps behind you.

“(Y/N)! Hold on- please-” Vincent painted and tried to even his breaths out. “I didn’t- mean to say that. I still love you I’m sorry I-”

You cut him off by hugging him, dropping your phone in the process. You let go of him, and he smiled weakly at you.

“Did you know, after an argument with their partner 85% of people think of all the clever things they could have said?”

You lightly hit his shoulder and grabbed your phone off the floor. Apparently, it went to voicemail, so you just apologized and hung up.

“So, we’re good?” Vincent asked.

You nodded, kissing his cheek. “We’re good my loving and caring boyfriend.”