#zack x sweets

[the-river-rix]

Zack x Sweets wip #2!:

“Hey, Zack.” Sweets gently placed a Manila folder on the hard metal desk between them, sliding it towards Zack.

“Hello, Sweets.” Zack replied, ignoring him and eagerly grabbing the folder. Sweets smiled and shook his head. Zack flipped through the documents in the folder neatly laying out a collection of photos in front of him in two rows of five. (Add more later about the photos) Then he methodically read the remaining documents, a copy of the forensic report, and then Sweet’s report. He rolled his eyes at the latter, looking up to glare indignantly at the psychologist.

“What?”

“Your work is imprecise. Your conclusions are based on conjecture rather than empirical evidence and data, and therefore lack the sufficient value to warrant a professional report.”

“It’s funny-” Zack furrowed his brow.

“I don’t see the humor in it. Unless you’re saying that psychology is a joke, which you’d be correct.” Sweets rolled his eyes. Zack smirked.

“Ha. What I was going to say was that Dr. Brennan said the same thing. Almost exactly.” Zack stiffened slightly at the mention of Dr. Brennan, clenching his jaw.

“I don’t know what’s funny about that.”

“Not ha-ha funny, huh funny.”

“What??”

Sweets sighed.

“Nevermind. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” Zack said flatly, lifting one of the photos and examining it closer.

“Which intern was assigned to this case?” He asked, returning to the forensic report and checking each injury in the report in the photo.

“Clark, I believe.”

“Edison?”

“Yes.”

Zack grimaced, setting down the documents.

“Why?” Sweets asked leaning forward.

“The report was extremely precise and accurate.”

“And you don’t like that?”

“No.”

“You made a face.”

Zack considered for a moment.

“I don’t care for Mr. Edison.”

Sweets raised his eyebrows.

“Why is that?”

Zack didn’t respond, organizing the documents and neatly returning them to the Manila folder. He took a cardboard box out from underneath the desk and placed the folder inside. Sweets resisted the urge to take out his notebook and frantically write down the way Zack tensed his shoulders, furrowed his brow, and clenched his jaw at the mention of Dr. Brennan. Or to write the sour expression that spread across his face at the mention of Clark, the strange unfamiliar glint in his eye, the way he slightly chewed on his bottom lip. The last time he tried to take notes during a visit Zack had barely spoken, just to spite him.

“Why don’t you like Clark?”

Zack sighed, dropping the box back on the floor. Sweets waited patiently, giving Zack the expectant look he’d come to know very well. Eyebrows raised and furrowed, eyes wide, and lips pursed ever so slightly. Zack returned the look with a frown, which slowly melted into a strange expression Sweets didn’t quite recognize. Eyes widened, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted.

“Are you wearing makeup?”

Sweets paused, bemused.

Am I?

He hadn’t worn makeup regularly since his teen years, and he hadn’t dared to touch it since he’d started working at the FBI. He impulsively rubbed his eyes, checking for any makeup residue. A tiny trace of crusty black makeup was left.

“Ohh. Yeah, I sort of went undercover at the concert. I guess I didn’t quite get all of it off.”

“I see. I wasn’t aware that you were familiar with makeup. It is relatively uncommon for males in western cultures to have knowledge of or wear makeup, unless they are part of a subculture or identity group that deviates from social norms.”

“I was into alternative culture as a teenager.”

“I see.”

Sweets nodded. They sat quietly for a moment. Zack was staring at Sweets with a strange expression on his face. Sweets was studying him, eager to decipher it. (Explain body language and indicators/meajing)

“It’s quite..aesthetically pleasing.” Zack said tentatively, his gaze darting away from Sweets then back.

Sweets smiled, bemused.

“Thank you, I think?”

They sat in silence for a moment longer. Zack fidgeted.

“How was the concert?”

[the-river-rix]

I know what you are Lance Sweets!! You get left alone with him and you’re talking about him being a murderer and your first thought is sex??? I know what you are

He's done it before. He killed a man. Okay, Zack, promise you're not going to kill Sweets.

[thestarwarslesbian]

Booth: Why isn't the statue smirking at me? Sweets: Its not smirking at anyone, they're just imagining it Booth: The three of them saw it, how do you explain that? Sweets: *points at Brennan* Sleep deprivation. *points at Hodgins* Paranoia. *points at Zack* My autistic Boyfriend who will believe anything his sleep deprived mother figure and paranoid best friend tell him.

[the-creative-lie]

listen i know theres no demand for it but ive been rewatching bones and i *need* to write for dr zack addy

[email-me-more]

moments before disaster (Cloud speaks, and everything only goes downhill from there)

New chapters just around the corner, mostly editing left now!!

this has been bouncing about in my noggin since I wrote it all those weeks ago, and while sick with covid, I replayed most of Remake for the hell of it. enjoyed it very much, and got reminded of sidecharacters I had fully forgotten before. good jog of the ol' memory, all in all.

life's been shredding me alive tho, hence the delays, since I've managed to have a lot happen in a month (in the span of Only September, yo, wtf):

got the flu (absolute misery)

hosted an event for 200 people as their compére (went really well!! I'm so stoked)

got covid two days after that (went well all things considered)

suffered through two-three exams per week (kill me now, why are my professors doing me like this)

have started fighting with my neighbours about the laundry room by leaving passive-aggressive notes (they took my clothes out of the washing machine mid-cycle and left them on the floor, pissing wet, WHEN I STILL HAD A COUPLE OF HOURS LEFT OF PERSONALLY BOOKED TIME?? blowing them up with my mind, assholes.)

got a little bit hit by a bicyclist, who made the brilliant decision of just fully sending it around a corner, where I was unlocking the door to my storage unit. I'm fine, he’s fine, my right leg just has gnarly tire mark bruises (currently yellow, purple and almost green-ish?)

got a new job, we love that! (A good thing!)

[catboyidia]

my ffvii ships new years kisses:

- zakkura: zack gets really giddy and excited and kisses cloud as soon as new years hits, flustering cloud really badly in the process but afterwards they both cant help but smile at each other and giggle

- asg: they’re all about to just go for it but then they need to pause for a moment as they realize theres three of them… they debate trying to figure out how to make a three-way kiss work but quickly realize that wont work as they all literally butt heads, so instead they have to debate which pair kisses first and just alternate until they all get their kisses from each other, but it takes quite a while because if its genesis and angeal, sephiroth will get upset, he already feels like the odd one out in the relationship, but if its angeal and sephiroth, genesis will absolutely get jealous and throw a fit, so ultimately angeal takes one for the team and decides to let sephgen have the first kiss, and then they promptly decide to shower angeal with love and kisses afterwards, so he doesn’t feel upset about it

- tsengru: rufus goes in for the kiss immediately but tseng, being the rational one, puts his hand up to stop rufus and looks around to make sure no one else is looking, and once he’s sure the coast is clear he lets rufus kiss him, holding up his champagne(?) glass to block the view of their lips from anyone else (i dont know what people drink for new years or many kinds of glasses…)

- renorude(?): they’re absolutely all over each other, like full on making out, even before the countdown, without a care in the world, even as the excitement dies down and everyone else is done kissing, reno and rude are still going at it, leaving everyone else to just kind of awkwardly stare at the spectacle and just pray that they keep their clothes on

- aerti: they’re holding hands and leaning against each other, and as new years hits they both look at each other and giggle happily, just full of nothing but love as aerith leans in and kisses tifa, even as tifa seems a bit bashful about it

- tuestine(?): reeve is really reserved and nervous about it, but lets vincent lean in for the kiss first and then gently pulls down the collar(?) of vincent’s cape hiding the lower half of his face, making sure vincent’s okay with it first, and then they kiss, soft quick and sweet, though reeve is still a bit of a blushing mess that doesn’t know how to keep himself together afterwards

- valenwind: cid just grabs vincent by his stupid collar and pulls him down and gracelessly kisses him

[daddiesdrarryy]

*September 1st, 1991*

Draco: Hi, you don’t know me but we’re gonna be married!

Harry: …

[number-0-iz]

I made a Bones discord server so if you want to join, let me know!

[setoangel01]

Because Zack and Aerith would be the sappiest couple on Valentine's Day. 😘The ultimate power couple. ♥️♥️

[cottoncandy-cult]

You Have A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

It was late one summer night; a storm had rolled through, and the pounding thunder reverberated through the forest. (Y/n) was deep in sleep as she lay tucked into her bed, but it wasn't restful, as she tossed and turned in her comfy bed the occasional whine or yelp escaped from her. Her cover was near falling off the bed, her body was at an odd angle and pillow nowhere to be seen. A particularly violent round of thunder and lightning caused the girl to jolt awake, her body was sore from how she had been laying but the adrenaline from her nightmare had the aches numbed out. (E/C) eyes darted around the room in a daze, it took a few minutes for her senses to wake up. Slowly as she became aware of the pouring rain, she soon began to calm down a bit, sluggishly the stressed female pulled herself from the bed and slipped out of her room.

She attempted to turn on the hallway light, attempted because it only came on a few moments before it cut off. The deafening silence told her the electric went out, since she couldn't hear the fan in her room going any longer she knew she'd have to go downstairs to the fuse box. She was planning to go downstairs anyways to get a drink, but after her nightmare doing so in the dark had made even her a bit nervous. It was so silent she almost thought the pounding of her heart could be heard down the halls, even though it was her house something about the silence made her fearful of breaking it. She tried to breathe as quietly as she could, almost suffocating herself, as she slowly and quietly made her way down the hallway. When she found herself at the top of the stairs she stood and listened, she wasn't sure what for and she felt ridiculous being an adult mercenary and she's still this spooked by the dark and quiet. Though after a few seconds of nothing she made her way down, each step irritated her as it gave off a dull thud until she made it to the bottom of the steps.

Lightning filled the room with light for a few moments, she didn't really need it, but it still made navigating through the living room to the kitchen a lot easier. By now she had started to feel ridiculous and began to tell herself off for being a trained killer and still being afraid of nightmares, she relaxed and little and let her guard down. Making her way to the fuse box on the far wall of the kitchen, and when she opened it, she was greeted by the first real light of the night. She was glad they thought to put a battery light that turned on when the door was opened inside, though as she looked over the fuses, she was disappointed to see that none of them was blown. This could only mean one thing. "Damnit..." She muttered softly to herself, glaring at the switches for a moment. "So, it's just a fucking power outage then?" The deep sleepy mumble behind her caused both the girl's feet to leave the floor for a moment as a scream slipped from her chest, at that same time she heard a rush of noises followed by a heavy fall and swearing.

Spinning around the battery light shone onto none other than Zack, the male sitting confused and startled on the floor. "Zack you ass don't scare me like that!" Her hand was pressed to her pounding chest making her sit in a nearby chair at the table against the wall, leaving the fuse box door open to keep the room lit. "Hey don't get mad at me! You're the one that screamed so loud I fell over!" He huffed and pouted from his spot on the floor, lazily glaring at her. He looked so cute she couldn't help but to laugh, she felt better now that she knew it was him, but she was still a little startled. "Did the storm wake you?" (Y/n) questioned right as another round of thunder and lightning rattled the house, the girl moving to stand and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Yeah, that and my fan beeped as it powered down, so I knew the electric was out." He watched her as she got her drink, then he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. "What were you doing up? I know the thunder is loud but usually you sleep through these storms." He almost looked concerned, but it was dark so she couldn't quite tell. "I was having a nightmare, so it didn't take much for a loud clap of thunder to wake me." She sighed and went back to her chair, setting her bottle on the table as she looked at him. "So, what should we do? I don't know about you but after that little scare, I'm not all that tired anymore. It'll be an hour or two before the generator kicks on."

She looked over the male as he stretched out on the floor, his legs extending as he leaned back in his palms. "I don't know, to be honest I'm not that tired either." He sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, leaving her to try and think of something. "You wanna try and get the fireplace going and make some hot chocolate?" Now that got his attention, Zack had grown to love chocolate and hot chocolate was his drug of choice. "Sure, I'll go and grab a few left-over logs from the garage. Why don't you go ahead and into the living room, light a candle or two for some light until we get the fire going." Before she could even respond he was up and out, making her laugh to herself. After going over basic fire safety with him, and a couple months with a therapist, he was better able to handle controlled flames. Especially since they always went out of their way to make sure the fireplace was clean and that they had everything set up correctly so no pieces could escape. Once he realized you could actually control fire, he felt a bit better about it. As before it felt like fire could run without check, as if nothing was able to contain it. Now he knew better, and with 2 winters of experience he's comfortable with the small, controlled blazes.

And from there their middle of the night adventure began

[the-river-rix]

Zack x Sweets Wip #1!:

“Hi, Zack.” Sweets smiled warmly as he sat in the cold metal chair across from him.

A shadow of a smile brushed Zack’s face. His eyes, just barely crinkling at the ends.

Ever since Zack had confessed to being innocent of murder he’d been even more withdrawn. Refusing-or rather not daring- to show the depth of his emotions or speak about most things of a personal nature. As if he’d let out the first admission of many and was desperately trying to block a flood.

“Hello, Dr. Sweets.”

“How are you?”

Zack tightened his jaw, his brow furrowed slightly. “You don’t like that question, do you?” Sweets asked, leaning back.

“No.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want to discuss it.”

“So you’re not doing well.”

Zack sighed.

“That’s an assumption, not a fact.”

“By all means, tell me otherwise. Prove me wrong.”

Zack grimaced, baring his teeth.

“Are you threatening me, Zack? Because that only might’ve worked if I didn’t know you aren’t a murderer or a cannibal.”

Zack’s face dropped.

“I was smiling.”

Sweets laughed. Zack furrowed his brow once more, squinting at him.

“Now I know why you’re not allowed to go undercover.”

“I’m incarcerated. I don’t technically work for the Jeffersonian and I am therefore no longer affiliated with the FBI. How would I be allowed to go undercover?”

A harsh edge slipped its way into Zack’s voice. Sweet’s smile faded.

“Sorry. I meant why you weren’t.”

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Sweets studied Zack intently. Zack shifted uncomfortably.

“What would you like to talk about?”

Zack leaned forward.

“You haven’t updated me on cases since the meeting before last.”

Sweets gave him a hard stare, seemingly searching for something, then sighed.

“Okay.” He rummaged in his bag, pulling out a Manila folder. A grin spread across Zack’s face. Sweets opened the folder pulling out an array of photographs and documents and sliding them across the table to Zack. Zack shifted forward then stilled abruptly, closing his eyes for a moment. Sweets frowned, opened his mouth, then shut it shaking his head.

[k1ss-m3-b3tt3r]

★ Wake Up ★ - Jack Hodgins x gn! reader

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tw: gore, angst, weapons, just do not read if easily disturbed

a/n: heyy, i wrote this for a friend of mine, so sorry if anybody reads this besides them :,)

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Waking up you could feeling a burning sensation on half of your body. The sun has aimed it's rays at you for hours, even if you didn't wake up on time. The sun waits for no one. Your hair was a mess from moving around so much in your sleep. Everything felt sweaty and humid. You still haven't fixed that damn A/C.

You turn towards the bed-side table, watching your phone, waiting. You were waiting to see if time would just go past and leave you alone. Closing your eyes, you realize the world doesn't follow your logic, every day is the same.

It's always the same. Same day. Same time. Same rising and lowering of the sun. It's all the same.

Your hand reaches for your phone, after opening your eyes. Just moving your arm and checking the time felt like a chore. "..I wish something interesting would happen today, instead of just sitting around, like everyday off.." you sighed and got up, slapping your face awake. The time was about 11 am. You didn't bother to check for the exact time on the dot.

A ringing noise resonated in your head. "What the fuck.." You turn your hand, seeing your phone vibrate and ring. It must be Hodgins. I mean, he calls you every day, unless you guys see each other.

"Ello?"

"(Y/n), hey! I just want you to know about this new case we're solving. The killer seems to be targeting certain members on the team, so I'll be checking in on you more often," he said, in a not-so-reassuring voice.

"What?" You sighed, "Alright, should I stay at your place tonight? It's my day off, so I can pack up and leave right after this call."

"I would say just lock all doors and windows. Booth will send out agents to watch your house. Then, later, we can head over to mine-" You hear a voice on the other line, someone yelling "King of the Lab"?

Hodgins gets back on the phone, apologizing but, quickly, followed up by, "Just be safe, ok?"

"Are they targeting you?"

"We don't believe so. It should be aimed towards Brennan, since her being the best we have, technically."

"Technically?"

"Alright, alright. I've got to go. Just, again, be safe, ok?"

"Of course."

He hangs up and you just stand there, not so worried. This type of thing happens every so often and you were there for the last one. Nothing too special about the occasion, plus it, apparently, didn't have any focus on you. You were relieved before hearing a knock at your door, anxiety already peaked.

You look through the peephole of your apartment door, not living the lavish lifestyle. It was your friend you've known for a few months. His name was Mason, generic but cute. You crack the door open with the lock still in it's place.

"Hey, Mason.. What are you doing here, dude."

"I wanted to drop off these. You left them in my bag when we last hung out." He places a few bracelets in your hand, some holding many memories, including the one engraved J.S.H., Hodgins full name, as ridiculous as it sounds to you.

"Hey, thanks. I was wondering where those went.." You inched the door close, "Is that all then?" You gave him a smile, tilting your head.

"Yeah, just don't turn around."

Defying his actions, you go to turn around but everything went black.

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You wake up sweaty, not morning sweat, soaking wet sweat. Your head feels heavy and you struggle to shake your head, trying to regain consciousness. Everything's so blurry and your eyes can't focus on far away objects.

Suddenly a face pops into view, your eyes being able to focus on every detail as clear as day with how close the man's face is. "Hey, hey! Look who it is. It's that doctor's doll."

Another voice resonates, "Yeah, and they're gonna fight real hard to get her back.." The voice sounds too familiar to you.

You noticed your arms hanging above your head by something cold, almost like metal. You look up and there's chains gripping your arms together, above your head, your feet barely touching the floor. It was a method for torture, and you were well aware of that.

Remembering the last events leading up to the point, as much as you can, you whisper, "Mason?"

"You got that right. Didn't think it'd take this long for you or your little boyfriend to find out. This here, my brother, is Richard. Seems you've already met him."

The guy that was once all up in your face takes a step back, grabbing your chin so you could look at him. "Hey, sweets. Look at you.. Once this is all over, maybe I can take your corpse to my place and get you dressed all pretty to meet my parents." He pulls your face in more, coming into a kiss, but you bite the fuck out of his nose, blowing the chunk out of your mouth onto his clothes.

"Oh! You little slut!" Richard holds his nose and lifts his legs, successfully kicking you in the stomach. Your brain fogs over for a second, feeling the pounding of your heart all over your body. He goes in for another blow straight into your face, making the chains rattle. "You like that slut! HUH? I SAID DO YOU-"

"ENOUGH!" Mason yells to silence the room. "Beat her when I'm not in the room. Go wild, if you please. I just can't stand the helplessness. It makes me sick..."

The other dude laughs and goes on to saying how he's a baby and really should get used to the sight of blood. Mason just huffs and leaves.

"Now it's just, officially, me and you babe.." You looked at him in anger and rattle the chains, "Come at me, bitch!" You spit on him, making him look at you like an idiot. "Sure thing, toots."

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"Alright, thanks.." Booth replies to the phone. "Look, they've checked Angela's and Hodgins' but they're just not there."

"Oh, come on!" Hodgins kicks his chair and looks at the dead body in front of him. "We have to think people!"

"We will find them Hodgins." Dr. Brennan says, looking at him apologetically, before looking at Booth, indirectly telling him to keep searching and checking everything.

"Wait, wait, wait. Have a look at the clothes," Hodgins says standing up immediately.

"What is that?" Angela starts inquiring.

"That is residue of a hydrothermal volcano.."

"Um, normal person here!" Booth says with a "what the fuck" face.

Hodgins rolls his eyes, "It's a miniature volcano. It's type is small, but still, an explosive eruption can occur from shallow reservoirs of steam or hot water, rather than just molten rock."

"Those can only be found in the Blue Ridge part of Virginia.. and what is that right there.." Bones follows up, attentively looking at a singular, small rock in a tube.

"It's some type of cobalt-enriched rock fused with some nickel.. How is that relevant?" As soon as Hodgins turned to look and said it to Dr. Brennan, his mouth fell open a bit.

"Booth, we've identified the killer and we know where he is!" Dr. Brennan shouts and Booth comes running over. "It's Mason Miller and Richard Wilson."

"Are you sure, Bones?"

"Positive, Booth. They're in Floyd County Virginia! Now, let's go!"

"I'm coming with you! This has something to do about my life this time. I need to go." Hodgins looks at Dr. Brennan straight in the eye.

"Come on! We need to go now!" Booth says, as Dr. Bennan and Hodgins follow along, speeding up drastically.

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"Have you had enough, doll?" Richard looks into your eyes, one with a chisel stuck in your eye and another with a popped blood vessel. Even with your eyes having strain on them, you were still able to stare him, as hard as possible, into his eyes. He seemed to be uneasy for a second. Having someone so determined, even after being tortured, is still menacing.

Richard backs up and grabs the pliers next to him, dripping with blood seeing how he's already pulled out two of your teeth. The teeth were dried out and had a yellow coating on it with dried pink stains. It's not everyday you get to see your own teeth in front of you.

"Don't make me pull out more, you slut!" You spit blood at him, straight into his eye. You laughed while a mixture or blood and saliva poured out the right side of your mouth. You made sure to give him a little grin afterwards, satisfied with how angry you make him. You made sure to make none of this enjoyable for him.

Richard threw the pliers on the floor, making a loud bang. He came up to you saying, "You think this is a game? You're about to be dead and you think this is a joke!" Your smile faltered.

In this empty, dark room, there was only one thing bright: it was the pit of fire. He grabbed something you couldn't identify and shoved the end in a fire, making it burn a bright red with a little flame leeching off it. "You think is a game?" He said it again but with a smile. As he raised it up, you could see it was a fireplace poker. He came towards you, with a dead serious look on his face.

Richard shoved it in your side that was currently busted open, blood pooling out of what little you had left. The gash on your side exposed certain organs that you knew were there but had no knowledge about. God, you wish Hodgins was here. Just to be in his arms again would keep you alive for all eternity.

The poker went in again, this time deeper. You yelled hoping someone would hear you, even if it was just an animal. You want the world to know how cruel it was. To hear it is to experience just a bit of it with you to make the pain more bearable. Richard pulled it out after letting you scream a good minute.

With a finishing touch, he stuck the metal rod straight through your right leg. Having both of your legs broke in multiple places still doesn't mean you can hear the sizzling of your flesh or the pure agony your body is going into.

You started dry-heaving, not being able to get through this pain without so. You, eventually, threw up on yourself, no traces of food found, just pure stomach acid. Once the poking stick came out again, your head tilted to the side, it trying to rest on something but finding nothing.

"Had enough, babe?" Richard looked at you with longing eyes, almost as if you enjoyed the faces you made, full of pain. With a swift motion, Mason comes through the door and eventually stops to gag.

"Why haven't you killed them already!?" Mason couldn't stand to look at your already rotting corpse.

"I just wanted to have some fun with the doll! Look at their beautiful face!" Richard tilts your head to face Mason and you let him, not wanted to go through the pain again.

From what you gathered, Mason was the one who stalks the victims and Richard is the one who kills them. Mason would always do anything for his brother, even if that means harm towards the person he needs to stalk. They had such a weird, twisted loving relationship for each other.

You were too tired to do anything. That life of yours was slipping away while the brothers bickered back and forth. You would've almost gave them the satisfaction of dying if it wasn't for the tires screeching outside. You turned your head toward the noise and then at them, with a sly smile. You laughed and coughed at the same time, "You-u guys are.." You kept laughing like a manic, "You guys are-e FUCKED!"

The brothers started running, but, as soon as they did, the FBI came running after him. Through the crowd of men you could see Booth. When you tried to call out his name, nothing came out. Fortunately, Booth saw you followed by Dr. Brennan. They quickly got you down and Dr. Brennan started her whole analyzing a person thing she does with dead people. You aren't dead yet, well, you don't think so anyways.

Nothing could prepare you for what came through the door next: Hodgins. He looked so worried it started make you worried. You couldn't even fully remember everything that's gone down in the last hours of the torture. When he saw you, his worried look didn't change.

"(Y/n)!" He runs full speed at you, dropping everything he has on the floor. He lifts your head up, "It's ok.. It's going to be alright.." Well, you have, officially, seen everything. Your Hodgins never cries. It was so bizarre to see him do so. "MEDIC! PLEASE!" He faces you and kisses you like it's going to instantly revive you. Hodgins places his forehead against yours and rocks your body. "Shhhhh... you're ok. You're fine..."

You feel your body go at ease, almost like it's trying to take the easy way out no matter how much you fought it. Your eye kept rolling to the back of your head, seeming as your other one, practically, isn't even there. Your eyes got the moisture it was looking for. It was tears. Tears you couldn't hold anymore. You wished you hadn't opened that door. That was the last thing you could remember before you blacked out.

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"Hey, (Y/n)... You feeling any better, love?" Angela rubs at your arm. She's been trying to make you feel better, but to honest, you've been feeling better every since you got out of that place. You retained some horrifying memories causing PTSD, but you've decided that not to define you. Plus, Sweets will always be there to give you his stupid theories on what's up with you.

Things haven't been exactly the same after the incident. Hodgins takes more attentive care for you. Angela and you have become closer. Everyone always visits you in the hospital, giving flowers, gifts, good news, or anything that'll take your mind off of everything, but today was the day you could finally go home. Well, Hodgins' home is best to put it. He wanted you closer to him, safer, and more accessible for your needs now.

All on your mind was going home today and nothing will stop you from the freedom. You friends from the lab were all there to help you and that's all you could ask for. Once in your wheelchair, you cracked jokes about it and everyone was afraid to laugh, making these jokes so much better for you. Oh, and don't forget about the pirate jokes. Hodgins joins on those every-so-often ever since you lost your eye. It was just something to keep the air light.

All in all, when you're with your friends, you are with you're family, and you'll always find your home within them.

[byersbootyshorts]

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Zack Addy:

One shots:

The Breakfast Anomaly After a long week at work you decide to start your day off by making breakfast for Zack. But when he tries to help you it takes a disastrous turn.

Blurbs:

Comforting Zack when he’s upset

Lance Sweets:

One shots:

Missed Reservation You and Lance get a little distracted before your Valentine’s Day dinner reservation, meaning you end up having to order takeout.

[thestarwarslesbian]

Booth, trying to get out of therapy one day: Sweets, why do you call Zack Babygirl? Sweets, who doesn’t want to talk about his relationship in front of his parental figures: How about we all stop talking for a while.

[squintern-supremacy]

"i love polarduo its my comfort ship!!" and they only interact in like one episode and all the other episodes that support the ship make me sad cuz sweets is dead 😿

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Chapter 7: What the Dog Doin'? (Is That a Microphone in Your Pocket, or Are You Just Way Too Happy to See Me?) Summary:The worst purchase of Clouds life, the worst horndog the world has ever seen decides to open his mouth, hellhounds, and some furniture. Or: Cloud Strife's average Monday. New chapter is up!! After a month long hiatus yall!! Finally! I’ve done it!

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024), Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zack Fair/Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart, Angeal Hewley/Genesis Rhapsodos, Zack Fair & Aerith Gainsborough, Tifa Lockhart & Cloud Strife, Angeal Hewley & Genesis Rhapsodos & Sephiroth, Zack Fair & Angeal Hewley, Sephiroth & Cloud Strife, Sephiroth & Vincent Valentine, Reno/Rude (Compilation of FFVII), Aerith Gainsborough & Tseng Characters: Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Tifa Lockhart, Barret Wallace, Marlene Wallace, Myrna Wallace, Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Tseng (Compilation of FFVII), Reno (Compilation of FFVII), Rude (Compilation of FFVII), Red XIII | Nanaki (Compilation of FFVII), Elena (Compilation of FFVII), Yuffie Kisaragi, Vincent Valentine, Elmyra Gainsborough, Ifalna (Compilation of FFVII), Rufus Shinra Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, things are still very much ff7, just without the whole calamity thing, Sane Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Athlete Zack Fair, Musician Cloud Strife, History Student Aerith Gainsborough, Good Parent Barret Wallace, Insanely Bad Parent Hojo, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Vincent Valentine Is Sephiroth's Parent, Vincent Valentine The Dad Who Stepped Up, Fashion Student Tifa Lockheart, Turks as Found Family (Compilation of FFVII), Musician Sephiroth, Culinary Student Angeal Hewley, Fashion Student Genesis Rhapsodos, it will make sense I promise, and also i love art students they're cool as hell, yeah about that whole no calamity thing, take that with a grain of salt, things get good before they get bad. and then worse, but then probably fine, things will be fiiiiine relax Summary: There are few living things in this world that Aerith would consider useless. Most living things have a purpose, after all, and it’d feel far too judgemental for her to disregard parts of this world just because she couldn’t “get them”, or simply because the creature was a bit hard to understand. However, Aerith wryly noted, there are two living things she’d consider useless.

Firstly, ticks. Disgusting little bugs, they are, and she couldn’t fathom how the world would be worse off without them. They hold no purpose beyond spreading sickness, biting and infesting every animal it gets in contact with, and she couldn’t even justify their existence by claiming they served an important purpose as prey to another animal or beast, since there were truly no animals who’d ever choose to consume the wretched things.

The second living thing Aerith would consider useless was Zack Fair, resident idiot. ...

Or, the unfortunate time Zack Fair fell in love with the new exchange student, if you were to ask Aerith and her beloved kitchen chairs.

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