#zack-addy-things

[mudskip-muses]

Heyo!!! Here with a request since I've recently appeared again lol! How about a good old-fashioned Fuyuhiko and Gundham drabble? Perhaps some fluff with a bit of miscommunication?

yeah buddy here we goooooo 🐹❤🐲

While Gundham normally wouldn't mind Fuyuhiko hanging around his animal sanctuary, knowing very well it was one of the only places the yakuza felt safe with so many animals around, it very nearly impossible to sneak in without at least a few dozen of them throwing a fit at the intruder, he was less willing when Fuyuhiko was so very clearly ill. His worry was on his animals, yes, with some being capable of catching certain human illnesses, but the yakuza looked like a husk of his usual self, the sight of sunken eyes and skin so pale even his freckles were hidden amongst the pallor, making Gundham's own stomach twist in sympathy.

Glancing up from where he was attempting to give a rather ornery kitten a flea bath, he sighed at the sight of his boyfriend where he sat slumped over with his head on the towel Gundham intended to use to dry the little thing when done. "You cannot sleep there, love." His tone was soft, gentle, meant to be said in care instead of a demand, but with Fuyu's head foggy with fever, he wasn't able to see the concern between the poorly spoken words. He sat up with a huff, a glare being sent the breeder's way as he shifted in his seat in a futile attempt to curl up on the hard plastic with a short series of aggravated coughs.

Reaching for the towel now that it was free, Gundham sighed once again as he carefully dried the screaming kitten, the squeaky mewls muffled by the fabric that soon engulfed it's tiny body. "Or there, dear heart." That earned a growl this time, the breeder too absorbed in his task to realize his desire for Fuyuhiko's comfort was being misconstrued as a sort of annoyance.

Untangling himself with a squeak of his shoes against the hard plastic seat, the soles hit the floor with a pair of heavy stomps before his knees quickly followed. Now curled up on the floor, head braced on his arms, Gundham sighed yet again as he turned to return the kitten to its kennel now that he was through. He wasn't able to speak this time around though, Fuyuhiko slamming a palm against the tiles next to his head with a cough where there should have been a yell as he sat up.

"If you don't want me here, just fucking say it!" Voice rough between coughs, it was tough to tell if his eyes were watering from the strain or at the idea that Gundham very well may not want him around when Fuyu needed him the most.

Clicking the door to the enclosure shut, a gentle pull at it to ensure it locked, Gundham paused in a moment of confused silence, his fingers lingering between the bars as the kitten licked the pruned pads just in front of its nose. "Why on earth wouldn't I want you here?" If Gundham truly didn't want the yakuza there, he would have said so. He would have made sure to be gentle with the request though, so that Fuyu wouldn't get the...wrong....idea....

Oh no-

Realizing all to late that he had been misunderstood, he wasn't fast enough to offer a correction before Fuyu had been set off at his question.

"You fucking tell me, asshole! I can't sleep here, I can't sleep there," Gesturing at the table and then the chair with a jerk of his hand, he turned back to Gundham with a sneer, wondering if the breeder thought that the red flush to his cheek was of anger instead of illness. He wasn't that mad, if he was being honest, he was just scared Gundham didn't want him around tired and unwilling to admit it. "Where the fuck can I sleep, huh?"

Waiting until the yakuza was through with his short fit, the steam being lost rather quickly thanks to his illness, Gundham gave the kitten still licking his finger a little scratch to it's nose before turning to his pouting angry boyfriend. "Our bed, would be most ideal, would it not?"

Stepping over to the confused yakuza, he held out a hand and helped the other man off the floor, his coat being slide off his shoulders and onto Fuyuhiko's a moment later. "It was not my intention to make you feel unwanted, dear heart. I simply wish for your comfort when you are unwell." Now able to see the softness in Gundham's eyes paired with that same gentle tone as before, Fuyuhiko felt rather silly for even thinking Gundham would ever kick him out in such an uncaring manner.

"...Oh. I...I thought...." The rest remained unsaid, Fuyu pulling the coat tighter around himself as he watched Gundham tidy up in preparation to leave, his feet moving in a slow shuffle behind the breeder as he checked each enclosure one last time for the night.

There was no clarification needed, no more apologies, it all could be said with a kiss pressed to Fuyuhiko's forehead once he was finished, an apology accepted and returned with the simple gesture.

"Let us get you to bed, hm? You will need to bolster your constitution to stave off this vile curse that has been placed upon you." The over dramatics making Fuyu laugh as intended, it ended in an another series of coughs as he leaned forwards to press his face into Gundham's chest in a futile attempt to hide his smile.

"Shut the fuck up and carry me to our room, dorklord." Another laugh from Gundham this time, the breeder leaning down to scoop the smaller man into his arms before making his way towards the door.

"As you wish, my love..."

[hunny-mustard104]

Here are some Bones fiber art headcanons because my hands hurt too much to knit right now.

This is purely self indulgent

Cam - Embroidery. This was something that she started learning in college. I just cannot get the image of Cam and Arastoo sitting next to each other on their couch while she is embroidering and he is reading. Just them being next to each other. Not talking, just enjoying each other presence. I am soft for domestic camstoo.

Zack - Sewing. I don't think he would do it for fun or make anything from scratch, but he does know how to fix clothes. I am a firm believer that Zack was both the baby of the family and a momma's boy. I also think that his family didn't have enough money to spend on new clothes most of the times so Zack got a lot of hand me downs and some would have holes. He would sit with his mom and watch her as she would fix clothes for him with fascination. He soon started to pick up how to do it himself as he got older. It is something that is both soothing and productive. He doesn't know what he is going to do now that his hands do not work the way they used to.

Lance - Knitting. His mom taught him how to knit when he was a kid, and he didn't really knit that often until he got into high school. It was a calming activity and also allowed him to spend time quiet time with his mom. He stopped knitting after his parents died because it reminded him of his mother too much and he didn't pick it up until Daisy got pregnant. He wanted to make his son a blanket. He never got to finish it.

[vino---delectable]

Hey... It's ok, babe... You can cry over them.. Right.. Now!

[necromanceyourgays]

I’m not an avid zack/hodgins shipper, but everytime I watch that episode where Hodgins and Brennan are rescued by Booth I suddenly become the most violent supporter the moment Zack touches the side of Hodgins face

[queenofbrooklyn]

I just finished rewatching season three of bones again and it hurts just as much as the first time 😭

[cryptid-moose]

Some Zack Addy stuff i made like 3 months ago

[tears-in-my-tardis]

i’m watching bones for the first time with my roommate who kind of not really watched it when very young on and off with their mom. when we were done watching s3e15… i made a meme to demonstrate our reaction (a personal habit)

we knew eric millegan was no longer a regular after s3 due to mental health reasons, cause when zack leaves at end of s2 we googled it FEARFUL CAUSE ZACK IS LITERALLY FAV but we learned he stayed until the end of season 3

throughout the episode we both made comments on how it was like the “among us/the thing” trope and knew it was someone in the inner circle who had to take the hit for being traitor

somehow zack being the apprentice was like totally and incredibly shocking to both of us and neither of us suspected him at all. we even figured him being blown up was their way to get him off the show/off being a regular to ease his load or something lol

when they literally arrested him it was like “no it’s a mistake” until he literally confessed????? then it was like oh it’s zack we’re idiots

obviously now everything whatever zack’s guilt/innocent in the fuller context of the full show but it was like SOOOO shocking to us both

[charliecuntcicle]

i was tagged by @nightmareinfloral

10 characters/fandoms in no particular order (these are all blorbos AND off of my kin list becauseeeee i felt like it ♥️)

1.) john egbert/homestuck- blorbo blorbo sad boy named myself after him

2.) richie tozier/IT 2017- i dress kinda like him also projection central

3.) craig tucker/south park- i went by craig for a little bit the hyperfix was strong

4.) steve harrington/stranger things- silly goofy man

5.) tim drake/DC- *slaps roof of car* this bad boy can fit so much projection in it

6.) max/camp camp- WOOO PROJECTION A N D DADDY ISSUES

7.) zack addy/bones- probably the biggest obsession ive ever had with a character hes just like me fr he makes me so upset everyone is so mean to him he deserved to go batshit also named myself after him

8.) jake peralta/brooklyn nine-nine- daddy issues and humor ♥️

9.) adrian chase/peacemaker- skrunkly baby boy shhh wdym he killed people its ok he didnt mean it

10.) asuka langely soryu/neon genesis evangelion- ……..shes just like me fr

i taaagggg anyone who wants to do it :)

[suprntrals]

— ✿ tag dump. › zack addy.

— ✿ i don't know what that means. › zack's main verse.

— ✿ you must be one of the squints. › zack's canon verse.

— ✿ zachary addy. › in character.

— ✿ point of clarification i'm not a virgin nowhere near in fact. › zack appearance.

— ✿ you're a genius who can't drive. › zack's headcanons.

— ✿ you know you guys squint when you look at things. › zack's aesthetics.

[shelbgrey]

Can you do a Zack Addy x gn reader where reader goes to the Jeffersonian to bring him food and eat with him and everyone is confused because they didn't know Zack had a partner please?

Who's got him smiling like that?(Zack Addy)

Paring: Zack Addy x reader.

Summary: while y/n has lunch with their boyfriend Zack, the Jeffersonian tries to figure out what's going on between the two of them.

A/n: sorry this took so long and that it's shorter than my usual content. I hope you enjoy though.

MasterList

Seeley, Cam, Temperance, and Angela looked down from the balcony on the second floor of the lab. They leaned against the railing confused as they watched Zack laughing with y/n while they ate the lunch y/n brought.

“gotta be a sibling” Booth said, rubbing his hands together. In his eyes Zack was just a child genius that didn't have time to date.

“all of Dr. Addy's siblings are in New Jersey, but that could be a possibility,” Brennan said, looking at Booth then back down at Zack. Something about seeing Zack laughing like that with this beautiful person made her heart swell with happiness.

“Maybe it's just a friend,” Cam shrugged.

“No. I've never seen him laugh like that, he's definitely in love with whoever that is” Angela smiled. She felt so happy seeing him laugh. She could tell all that mattered to him tight now was y/n.

--------(1st pov)--------

“So, how's work?” I asked, nibbling on the last of my fries.

Zack nodded, munching on his onion rings. “well we found some very interesting set of particulates, something neither me nor Hodgins have seen on a victim before, and the humerus…” he stopped mid sentence.

Even though I never really understood all the science mumbo-jumbo I still like hearing him talk about it. There's something about seeing him get all excited and talk about something he's passionate about.

“no, no, keep going. I love it when you talk Science-y” I said resting my chin on my fist.

“'Science-y' isn't a word… And it's fine” Zack said, putting the rapper his burger came in and his napkin in the brown paper bag. “on another note, how's everything in the animal kingdom?”

I worked at the local animal shelter in town, it was an amazing job and I got work and take care of all kinds of dogs and cats. “well… Now that you mention it…” I started and gave him an innocent look. Zack tilted his head and gave me a warning look. “no! I know that look” he said, pointing his finger at me.

“Aw, but he was so cute”

“we already have two dogs... And a cat, that cat still dislikes me” he mumbled the last part.

“It's a small dog though,” I said, giving him a pouty lip. “it's a weiner dog mix, he'll stay tiny” we already had a black lab and a golden retriever, then on top of that I brought home a white cat home three months ago.

Zack playfully rolled his eyes. He always said he admired my love for all animals and loved how compassionate I was for all of them. Not so much when I keep bringing my ‘work’ home with me as he says.

“just imagine a cute little sausage dog curled up in your lap, helping you read Science stuff for work”

Zack sighed playfully.

“I'll let you name him” I smiled and gave him the puppy eyes he can't refuse. He sighed again. “don't give me the look”

“Please”

Zack groaned in a very monaton way. “... Fine”

I immediately wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. “thank you babe”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“what are you doing?” Hodgins asked, walking up to the others. He looked over the balcony to see what everyone was staring at. He smiled when he saw y/n and Zack together.

“trying to figure out who's with Addy,” Booth said.

“Oh, that's y/n” Hodgins smiled.

Everyone gave Hodgins a confused look as Hodgins yelled down at the couple “Hi y/n!”

Y/n left Zack's arms and happily waved at Zack's best friend. “hey, Hodgins”

“soo… Who's y/n?” Angela asked Hodgins.

“Zack's partner” Hodgins smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“your telling me Zack… Our little child prodigy is y/n's boyfriend” Booth asked, shocked but at the same time impressed Zack snatched up a beautiful person like y/n.

“trust me I didn't even know y/n existed until Zack tried to seek them in one night when he was still living with me” Hodgins said.

“Well, y/n seems to make him happy,” Cam smiled down at the couple.

“y/n's great… Zack just seems so much happier now”

The team smiled at the couple, Zack and y/n were in there own little world talking about the knew puppy and the case Zack was working on. Hodgins was right, he was so much happier with y/n in his life, he felt more alive and human. He just couldn't help but smile everytime he was in y/n's presents.

[rubyarrows]

Bridging the Language

YN groaned as she stumbled into the Jeffersonian Institute's bustling lab, her hair in disarray and her eyes half-closed. It was early morning, and her brain was not yet fully awake. As she made her way to her assigned workstation, she noticed Zack Addy, immersed in a detailed discussion with Dr. Temperance Brennan about the intricacies of skeletal anatomy.

"Good morning," YN mumbled, stifling a yawn as she plopped down at her desk.

Zack turned towards her with an enthusiastic smile. "Good morning, YN. Did you know that the iliac crest plays a crucial role in..."

YN held up her hand, interrupting him with a groan. "Zack, Zack, slow down. It's way too early for anatomy lessons in high definition. Can we do low-res explanations?"

Zack blinked, adjusting and recalibrated his approach. "Of course. In simpler terms, the bony ridge on the side of the pelvis has an important function in identifying individuals through skeletal remains."

YN perked up, her eyes slightly less glazed over. "Got it. Bony ID card. Check."

Zack chuckled, finding her analogy amusing. "Precisely. A bony ID card."

Just then, Angela Montenegro, the lab's forensic artist, approached with a friendly smile. "Hey, you two. Early bird gets the skeletal worm, huh?"

YN managed a tired grin. "More like the early bird needs a coffee IV."

Angela chuckled. "I feel you. So, what's the science of the day?"

Zack cleared his throat, switching to a more approachable tone. "We were discussing the significance of the iliac crest in forensic identification."

YN leaned closer to Angela and whispered, "It's like the name tag of bones."

Angela stifled a laugh and nodded, playing along. "Ah, got it. The bones' way of saying 'Hello, my name is...'."

As the morning progressed, YN and Zack continued to work side by side, their dynamic a mix of scientific precision and relatable simplicity. While Zack delved into intricate details with Brennan, YN helped bridge the communication gap, offering analogies and relatable metaphors to make the concepts more accessible.

At one point, as they examined a particularly complex skeletal feature, Zack began, "The sphenoid bone forms the base of the cranium and—"

YN raised her hand again, giving him a bemused look. "Sphenoid bone, got it. It's like the skull's floor mat."

Zack chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, in a way, you could say that."

Dr. Brennan, observing their interaction, approached with an approving smile. "Miss YLN, your ability to distill complex concepts into relatable terms is quite impressive."

YN blushed, feeling a sense of validation from her mentor's words. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I just know that sometimes my brain needs the training wheels early in the morning."

Dr. Brennan nodded understandingly. "We all have our unique ways of processing information. Collaboration is about leveraging those strengths."

As the day continued, YN and Zack's collaborative approach proved to be a winning formula. While Zack excelled in his precise scientific explanations, YN's knack for simplifying complex ideas made their teamwork remarkably efficient. They were, in essence, the perfect balance of technicality and accessibility.

And so, amidst the whirlwind of bones, equations, and early morning fatigue, a unique friendship blossomed. YN and Zack, two interns with distinct strengths, found common ground in their shared pursuit of knowledge and the joy of making complex science a bit more relatable—even if it meant using unconventional metaphors and analogies.

As the day unfolded, YN found herself gradually absorbing more of the specific scientific terminology that was a hallmark of the Jeffersonian lab. While her initial approach had been to simplify concepts for herself, she realized that there was a certain elegance and precision in using the correct names for things.

Later that morning, while examining a set of bones, Zack began, "The metatarsals are distinct bones in the foot that—"

YN cut in with a grin, "Metatarsals, got it. They're the foot's fancy finger bones."

Zack chuckled softly, then continued, "Yes, essentially they're like the fingers of the foot."

Brennan, overhearing their conversation, chimed in. "YN, it's great that you're finding creative ways to understand these terms, but using their proper names can provide more accurate communication."

YN nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "You're right, Dr. Brennan. I'm up for the challenge."

Throughout the day, YN made an effort to incorporate the precise scientific terms into her vocabulary. As she worked alongside Zack and the rest of the team, she found herself asking questions, seeking clarification, and even occasionally correcting herself when she slipped into her simpler analogies.

During a lunch break, she sat with Zack, Angela, and the rest of the team in the lab's break room. Angela grinned playfully. "So, YN, have you upgraded from foot finger bones to metatarsals?"

YN chuckled and nodded, her determination evident. "Yes, Angela. I'm diving headfirst into the world of scientific names."

Zack looked pleased, offering a supportive smile. "It's a worthwhile endeavor. Accurate terminology is essential for effective communication in our field."

As the day progressed, YN's commitment to learning the scientific names didn't go unnoticed. During an analysis of skeletal remains, she surprised everyone when she pointed to the maxilla and confidently said, "So, the maxilla is the upper jawbone, right?"

Zack's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Yes, YN, that's absolutely correct."

YN beamed, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I'm starting to see that these names actually make a lot of sense once you get used to them."

Brennan nodded approvingly. "Indeed, Miss YLN. Your dedication to learning and adapting is commendable."

As the workday drew to a close, YN felt a growing sense of pride in her ability to balance her simplified interpretations with the precision of scientific terminology. She realized that her approach had its own value—it had helped her build a solid foundation of understanding, which she could now expand upon with the proper terms.

As she and Zack wrapped up their tasks for the day, YN turned to him with a playful smile. "So, Zack, do you think I've earned a spot in the league of precise scientific language users?"

Zack chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "You're well on your way, YN. Keep it up, and you might just surpass me."

[vino---delectable]

Our unintelligent squint (Ep 1, part 1/?)

Summary: the beginning of the pilot case, Zack chickens out speaking about the new intern.

Character pairings: Zack x reader, Booth x Brennan, Angela x Hodgins

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: yay!! I told you I'd get to it! Btw, none of the sayings that don't have anything to do with y/n, or anything that goes to the case obviously don't belong to me.... I just find them necessary for my fic! If you haven't read my prologue, there is going to be a link at the bottom of the chapter. Enjoy!

[No one's pov]

It was late in the night. Zack and Dr. Brennan were still outside at the crime scene, Brennan looking over the remains, and Zack was shooting pictures. They felt in their hair a warm moist breeze blowing from the pond.

Dr. Brennan started speaking in her usual direct tone, "Remains are wrapped in four milled, flat poly-construction sheeting."

"PVC coated chicken wire," Zack added.

Brennan lifts the tarp, "weighted," She looks over the muddy remains, "That's why the body didn't surface during decomposition. The skeleton is complete but the skull is in fragments."

Booth rushes in to ask, "what can you tell me?"

"Not much," Brennan says, a little disappointed, "She was a young woman, probably between-," she takes a small breath, thinking over her best factual guess,"18 and 22, approximately 5'3, race unknown, delicate features."

"That's all?" Booth said, being sarcastic.

Brennan did a shrugging gesture with her hand. "Tennis player," she said.

"How do you get a pretty tennis player out of that yuck?" Booth sounded a little irritated.

"Epiphyses fusion gives age, pelvic bone shape gives sex…" Zack stated factually.

Brennan took over and said, looking over the spot on the body's shoulder, "Bursitis in the shoulder… Somebody this young, must be an athletic injury."

"when did she die?" Booth said wanting more facts. Also wanting to skip past her reasoning.

"Eeehhh," was the quick response.

"Eeehhh," was the even quicker, mocking response, "what does that even mean," he says in a frustrated manner.

Zack responds defensively toward Booth while simultaneously snapping another photo, "it means wait until our bug and slime guy takes a look," the light shines everywhere for a brief second, secretly flashing Booth in the eye.

"No clothing." Dr. Brennan notices.

"well you know, in my line of work, No clothes usually means a sex crime." Says Booth, acting like he knows the situation

And Dr. Brennan gives more insight, "In my line of work, it could also mean the victim favored natural fibers."

Zack speaks to Booth to demonstrate, making it an unknowing comeback, and walking around trying to get more angles, "your suit, for example, will outlast your bones by decades." Booth clearly couldn't tell, because he doesn't know this "squint," that Zack secretly had something on his mind. Brennan noticed, she's noticed it all that day… She just didn't know how to respond to it, so she focused on her work more intently, pretending not to notice.

"collect silt," Brennan orders to Zack, pushing herself up to her feet, "Three meters radius, to a depth of ten cm."

This time, right after taking another shot of the body, he looks at her anxiously and quickly. Before she gives Booth permission for the forensics team, she has to pause herself mid way, as he approaches closely to her.

"Mr. Addy, is there something that you need to say, because there's work to be done?" Brennan was startlingly frustrated, she clearly wanted things done quick and a hurry.

Zack gets in a whispering position, "you know about the new intern you wanted working beside me?"

"Yes, and I hired one. Miss y/n y/l/n. She starts tomorrow morning. I only did it because she was the only one you full heartedly recommended last year."

"Mm." Zack tried to hold in being squeamish, "I did. But are you completely sure of her qualifications for thi-"

"Are you saying you made a mistake in saying that she was the best interview you had? Because I gave you the assignment of hiring another intern with hopes that you would be the one to find one that matches all the qualifications yourself, it was also to test your true reasoning, and good decision making, for those are the type of people fit to work at the Jeffersonian. If you were being lazy, or unsure, means I was wrong, and you weren't really ready. Is this what you're trying to tell me?" Well, she's not one to beat around the bush.

Zack thought, swallowed the lump in his throat, and replied rather standoffishly, "No, Dr. Brennan. I have no doubt in Ms. y/l/n's intelligence, expertise, capabilities and ambitions. I just hope I was right , and didn't look over her resume or personal background too soon."

"Well, that's rather unlike you Mr. Addy. You need to adjust your self confidence to match your work." She turns and informs Booth that the forensic team can take the Plastic and chicken wire.

"Yes Dr. Brennan." Zack sighs, mainly to himself. Now that he pushed himself into it. He had to fix this. This means he must do his best to see y/n first thing , before anyone else gets the chance to. He has to, before it is made known what he hired into the Jeffersonian…

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(Click for prologue)

[alli-a-baba]

Happiness Is A Butterfly - Zack Addy x Reader

They/Them pronouns. 2,400 words. Pt.1.

Being a part of the rotating interns was difficult. Trying to keep up with Dr. Hodgins comments only his friends understood was difficult. Dr. Brennan's impossibly high standards for the professional environment were petrifying, and confusing from her friendly relationship with Agent Booth. Angela was emotionally intelligent but touchy on certain subjects. And Camille was the boss.

The way they flowed together was unmatchable, it was good for Y/N.

When the team was boiled down to their main characteristics; Hodgins was sarcastic and wanted someone who had thick skin to appreciate his pointed remarks, but smart enough to understand them.

Dr. Brennan just wanted you to do your job, and be understanding of how much time you have to allocate to keep the position. Agent Booth wants someone to understand his un-scientific humor.

Angela likes to talk about things you see outside of the lab, but also wants the discourse and drama of the people inside. Camille wants you to be able to testify and not annoy her with anything other than basic polite company and case related topics.

Y/N is a chronic people pleaser.

Then their is Dr. Addy. Dr. Zachary Uriah Addy, to be precise.

Dr. Addy was Brennan's previous grad student, her set grad student. Until he made pals with a serial killer and ate somebody. Their was little media coverage on who was caught for the crimes the serial killer committed, but it happening at the Jeffersonian?

People talked, and you listened.

It was fascinating to be in the place where it all happened, but you couldn't ask any of your coworkers about him. Anytime his name was said it was followed by a quick glance and a reminder that "Dr. Addy no longer works here."

Camille never referred to him by name. Everyone else did. The case you were working on now Hodgins had him at the forefront of his mind, "Zack would know more about this.", "Zack would've said that-"

You can't be Zack, but the fascination pressed on.

"Ask him then." Y/N said bluntly. The skull had damage all over and they were examining it, subtly watching Hodgins mannerisms.

"It's not that simple and you know that" His face was a little red and he had a soft line in between his bushy eyebrows. He was annoyed.

"Would you hurry up with the head Brennan will be here any second and I have to get the particulates."

You raised your eyebrows and the sudden outburst. "Its 'The Cranium' actually." He gave a dejected snort and a small smile at your attempt to lighten the mood while handing over the skull.

"Why isn't it that simple?" He stopped, "What do you mean."

"Asking Zack?" He took a deep breath and kept walking back to his station. Inclined for an answer you followed.

"Right, I forget you don't know him."

"Dr. Addy did some bad things and isn't working here anymore that's all nothing more nothing less." Camille snapped a fresh pair of gloves on her hands.

"You said their was some flesh flakes for me Y/N?" You laughed a little, "Yes Dr. Saroyan theirs some skin left behind in between the metatarsal bones and phalanges on the feet, what do you make of the scraping? it's all over the remains." Camille's eyes slightly opened in recognition. She pressed her lips into a thin line, moving to the table the bones rested on, "I'm not sure that's more a... Dr. Brennan question."

"Okay sounds good I'll just wait I suppose." Camille gave you a tight lipped smile as she walked away to examine the skin.

"Put the markers on this and give it to Angela, I have to go talk to Brennan." Hodgins shoved the skull into your hands, the marks were rough to the touch. He shuffled down the stairs towards Dr. Brennan using the pole for support. Probably contaminating it with the gloves he carelessly forgot to remove.

While placing the identifying markers and cleaning the pole with a chlorine based disinfectant spray, Y/N listened in on their hushed conversation. Only hearing bits and pieces. Talk of Zack and the scraping looking familiar but deeper and more rigid. When they walked up to give Angela the skull, the conversation died out and Booth cleared his throat.

"I've placed the markers," Handing the skull to Angela, "-and the remains are ready for you Dr. Brennan."

"Yes lets do that now."

They suspect cannibalism, and you knew they were relating it to Zack.

-

Dr. sweets was your friend in all of this. Feeling left out of their flow you talked about them together. Growing up in a household with angry spontaneous parents, you read people. You knew what they were feeling and knew what to say to keep peace. Growing up in the foster system Lance did the same. You two had that in common.

"So the remains are covered in teeth marks, were suspecting cannibalism." Sweets choked on his Miami vice cocktail. He drinks them because he likes Miami vice as a show, but mostly he cant take the flavor of more 'manly' drinks.

"Sorry, here." you hand him a napkin.

"Their all relating it to Zack?" He said gingerly dabbing his mouth.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He tilts his head to the side scanning the left side of his brain, recalling events.

"I was there when it happened. Even though I barely knew him, It's still the first thing in my mind."

You look down absent mindedly running the rim of your finger around the mouth of your drink resting your cheek on a loose fist. "What's on your mind Y/N?"

"Don't treat me like a patient Dr. Sweets," He gives a lopsided smile and ducks is head down to your slumped eye level. "They asked me to come back tomorrow since I've 'seen so much of the case already."

"Odd?"

"Yes!"

"And you're not happy?"

You sighed while sitting up to see him clearer,

"I'm happy, just tired." Sweets takes a sip of his drink to wet his throat,

"I'll see you tomorrow then-"

"Why"?

"Look whos asking questions now." He raises his eyebrows and gives you childish grin,

"They want me to ask Zack about some things, something sodium or the other. Which is salt so that is odd. I think everyone knows that's salt. Right? Anyone I was thinking someone should come with me but their all so hesitant to face him-"

"Sodium Bicarbonate, baking soda. We found traces if it on the remains- is that in invitation?" You both knew it was, but with sweets you don't need to read in between the lines when you can ask.

"Ill need to talk to Brennan and Booth but yeah, I need a mediator for the science talk."

"I think you could hold your own," You say, finishing off your drink, "but if I have to we should celebrate." they get up to order more drinks.

"Don't pretend like your not excited Y/N"

-

Case file in hand, you had everything laid out. You had your assumptions and everyone's findings written down systematically. Like how deep the teeth marks on the bones were, and the sodium bicarbonate particulates. As well as the traces of hydrofluoric acid in the left over skin on the toes. Having no clue on who he was besides talk, it was hard to think about how to act appropriately. So Y/N went with the basics. They dressed in blues since the color has calming properties, and parted their hair to the left, which conveys intelligence.

"Don't you look professional. Sweets said opening the door for them.

"I'm going for the nice kindergarten teacher look." Y/N said.

"More like the science teacher in middle school that plays movies every Friday after a shitty test." Perfect.

"Even better." He moves his arm behind their headrest to reverse,

"You nervous?" Completely and utterly, but saying that out loud made it true. Y/N was scared to meet him like one was scared to meet their favorite band. That they won't live up to unrealistic expectations.

"A little, but I'm mostly excited." He glances at you, he knows that's not the whole truth but it goes unspoken. The two of you are left with silence. But not a comfortable silence like usual.

"Don't get too excited he's not that cool." and then it melts away,

"Is someone jealous?"

"Get off your high horse, were here."

"Oh-" he softly grabs your hand and you flinch, "Y/N."

He takes the folder and sets it on the dash taking your other hand,

"are you okay?" He says quietly. You squeeze his hands and nod,

"You tore the folder a little with your nails, I know you're scared but he's harmless." Your eyes meet and he gives you a reassuring nod.

"He killed someone Lance, that's terrifying." He sighs and looks down before cupping his hand and whispering in your ear, "Between you and me, no, no he didn't"

"What-"

"Please state your name and why you're here?" The guard says though the speaker.

"Here to see inmate Zachary Addy, I have an appointment for 12:30?"

Sweets looked at you over his shoulder at you, apologetically.

"You can go through." The gate buzzes and slowly opens.

-

"We didn't have an appointment until Monday Dr. Sweets-" A voice says lowly through the door. As they walk through, he stops himself and stares at Y/N.

"who's that?" Zack asks tentatively, not bothering to ask you directly. His face was smooth having small patches of hair across his chin an jawline. It was light enough to be unnoticeable. It contrasted with his dark, disheveled hair.

"Their just here to explain the case better than I can Zack."

Zack thought for a moment, fiddling with the thick black gloves that encapsulated his hands.

"That was unnecessary, the file could've been handed over without explanation ." Zack holds his hand out for the folder, still staring at Lance. His eyes were dull and half lidded, emotionless to the situation. Sweets pulled out your chair for you and sat in his own, parallel to Zack. His hands were in cuffs with a chain linked to the table. It didn't calm Y/N's anxiety, he was a genius. Cuffs couldn't hold him if he truly wanted to get out.

The Dr. furrowed his brows in confusion, making connections in his mind. The cuffs, the way Dr. Sweets seemed to be so friendly with you, "You're my replacement."

He finally looked at you, his dull brown eyes swirled with something. Jealousy? Concern?

Y/N met his eye contact willingly, forcing the nervous cringe of their face back. You never show a predator weakness.

"Me an about a dozen other people." They flip open the folder and graze through the papers breaking the heavy eye contact, landing on the sheet that listed main points about the case. Picking out high resolution photos of the bones as well. They wanted to ask all about why Zack was in here. Why he was, how he could do that, what convinced him it was a good idea to cause such grief. Most of all if he really didn't kill that man.

He studied them, like a case of his own. Carefully looking them over, limb by limb, over the buttons on your shirt and the steady rise and fall of your chest. His eyes burnt into them, it was hard to focus.

"Their an intern Zack, we just have some questions and I'll be back tomorrow morning to pick up the file." Sweets was uncomfortable, Y/N handed him the sheets of paper so he could have a little control in the quickly unfolding scene. Lance gave you a small smile in return.

As he laid out each paper, you explained the case like you were on stand at trial. Dr. Addy never looked at the papers being placed on the table, opting to openly stare at Y/N. Wanting to keep their ground, they met his stare only glancing down every few moments to see which paper was next. It was a one sided conversation, and when you were finished he finally looked down at the images systematically placed in front of him.

"Can you work with that, Dr. Addy?" Y/N said, Zack's eyes widened at the professional connotation.

"Yes." Sweets stood up, "Great! Then were done here, Y/N?"

"I guess so." They stood up and ran their hands across the fabric of their top, smoothing out the imposed wrinkles from sitting down. Taking notice of Dr. Addy's brown eyes that followed the movement of their hands.

Zack stood up as well, stretching the chain on his cuffs to its full extent. He was tall. Taller than they thought, probably around 5'11 or 12. Y/N's eyes followed him up to the looming position he had over them. "I'll be seeing you both tomorrow then." His eyes met theirs, the smile paired with his relaxed eyes was unsettling. Involuntarily, Y/N shivered looking away at Lance. Breaking their stance in the unwavering staring contest he just wouldn't let go. Zack turned to Sweets, but never looked at him.

"No, just me Zack." He grabbed the folder that held the remainder of the case from your limp grasp, and tossed it on the table. The force made methodically laid out papers clash together. It startled Zack, his chains clamored together cutting through the silence. Lance grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to the door, swiping his card.

"Tomorrow then." Zack said.

Peeking out from behind Sweets, Y/N looked at Zack. The sides of his lips were turned, like he knew something they didn't. It was unsettling and you wanted to delve into his psyche and swim in his thoughts.

"Why won't this damn card work?"

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ʚ Idm if you send just to ask stuff or for any requests :33 ʚ Things I won't write: Gross shit, Pregnancies and rape/sexual assault

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ʚ-› Child Of Light (South park x reader) - [PAUSED] GEN “You’re like the sun, a ball of brightness and full of joy. But what happens when you have to move away, away from your friend and everyone who understood you. Maybe then people will see the other side of the sun.”

ʚ-› Scorched (Tf2 x reader) - [ONGOING] FEM “The world was full of people who despise (Y/n) (L/n). Be it due to the amount of carnage they engage in, to the perfect privileged life they seemed to live. Being supported so suspiciously through bank transactions ending with the company name; Mann.Co. Suspicions arise as they are taken away to live in the shoes of a deceased merc inside of 'Teufort'.”

ʚ-› Knife In The Frame (Zack Addy x reader) - [PAUSED] FEM

"Dr. (Y/n) (L/n), proudly a great forensic pathologist and toxicologist and head of her own forensic building in New York. Being friends with Cam she takes over her post while she goes on holiday." "But (L/n)'s keeping a secret, one which will be exposed if she doesn't keep it hidden from the Jeffersonian."

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ʚ-› All Mercs ⭐With a reader who’s bloodthirsty but kind to animals 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship 🌸🌼GEN ⭐Mercs find out teen!reader takes sole care of siblings 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-› Scout ✧ Crushing on you 🌸 FEM ⭐Cuddling with him 🌸FEM ✧ Comforting him through a thunderstorm 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

ʚ-›Soldier ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Pyro

ʚ-›Demoman ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Heavy

ʚ-›Engineer ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Sub Engie🌹GEN ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸GEN

ʚ-›Medic ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-›Sniper ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Spy ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

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ʚ-› All Class ⭐Flustering the Mercs 🌸FEM ⭐Finding you asleep with a cat 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs reacting to underage reader being catcalled 🌼FEM ⭐ Mercs reacting to Teen Reader getting hurt in battle 🌼GEN

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ʚ-›Pyro

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Updated 5.03.2024

[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*

[nekojetto]

Zack Addy + Jack Hodgins (Bones), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), Keys (Free Guy), Kurt Kunkle (Spree), Harry Osborn + Otto + Norman + Peter (Raimi Trilogy), Poppy (Singer), Palaye Royale (Band), Joe Keery (Singer + Actor), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Wanda Maximoff (DSMOM or Wandavision ver), Ellie + Joel (TLOU), all 3 Peters + TASM Gwen and Raimi Harry.

I think that was everyone on the list, I can't remember if I'm missing anyone from my OG message

Ouh!! Long time I didn't draw the good boy who saved the fish :DDD

Photshop's driving me insane with the color at exportation's moment gnnnn X_X

Thank you for the request everyone! It's going to be the last one :))))