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Look Outside The Window

Jay Merrick/Skully x M!Reader

Last Edited: July 4, 2021 12:03 AM

TW: stalking, obsessive behavior

Requested: no

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Notes: these used 2 be posted but i deleted them after some comments made me hate them. however, i found them again recently n may end up adding more. i also do not hate them anymore. tws will be in the notes before every chapter and some will be put in the additional tags. the character is also in the notes/summary before each chapter. (The 1st 4 r old n unedited)

You had needed an out. You needed to get away from home. Your parents did nothing but trap you there. You couldn’t make your own decisions or even buy anything with your own money without them talking you down or insulting you over it. They wanted you to live with them and go by their rules. They didn’t care about what you wanted in life and only saw you as their “little boy”. You weren’t a child anymore; you were a young adult. They were constantly trying to infantilize you and you hated it. You were a young adult and you needed to branch out, make mistakes, and move on. So that’s what you did. You left home after finding a house-sitting job.

The job would last a few months, which was odd to you. Why house sit for months on end? The owners didn’t tell you anything. You didn’t even call. You emailed them and they emailed you. Every interaction with the couple was through emails. Or at least, you think the person messaging you is in a relationship. It sounded that way. One part of the email said, “We’ll be leaving the house to you. My partner and I are going on vacation for a few months. You can watch and live in the house while there. Your pay will be sent to you in a check via mail. The groceries will be delivered to you once a week. May you watch it carefully.” The last part gave you a sense of foreboding, almost like you should be watching out for something out in the house deep in the woods.

When you had arrived at the house, you were pleasantly surprised to find it very tidy. Everything was spotless in the two-story home. It held four bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was a dining room, living room, family room, kitchen, foyer, dressing area, and a nook. Overall, a large house. Well, a large house for a simple couple. Perhaps the couple has quite a bit of money? Especially if they’re going on vacation for a few months and are paying you a large sum to simply watch the lonely house in the woods.

The first few days were fine. Nothing really happened other than the feeling of being watched. What creeped you out the most though was that you never heard any birds. It was always silent outside. Silent and still. There was barely any wind thanks to the dense forestry. Despite that, the feeling of being watched continued. Sometimes, though, you would hear gentle buzzing in your ears. It reminded you of bees but it sounded more like an old tape. Whenever you heard it, it seemed like static covered your eyesight. You could still see, but the static was like a film over your sight. Whenever you would look in the mirror, your eyes seemed to have a slight glaze over them. Of course, there wasn’t much you could do and no amount of searching the internet seemed to help.

By the second week, you were hearing birds. There was something… off about them. They didn’t sound lively. They sounded hollow. Almost like something was mimicking them. You would hear them next to whichever window you were closest to as well. It was like something was by the window, mimicking the birds only when you’re there. It didn’t happen all throughout the day either. It only happened when you weren’t doing something. If you were to turn off the television, ready to get started on a meal, the chirping and singing would start up. Because of how hollow and synthetic it sounded, shivers would run all over your body. It didn’t help that the static over your vision seemed to get slightly worse whenever it would happen; the buzzing in your ears also seemed to get louder. At night, however, there was no chirping or singing. The static seemed to have tripled at that point though and the buzzing was so loud that you could barely hear your heartbeat and breathing.

By the first month, you were looking outside constantly. The bird noises seemed to happen constantly by now and notes started to appear around your home. When you would try to sleep, the hollow tune of the birds would be there despite the fact that no birds were out. The buzzing was so loud that it was all you would hear. The static was so bad that it completely covered your sight; it was like looking at a static screen. The notes terrified you. There were never any footprints in the snow outside and you were the only one in the home. You believed, at first, that you were writing them. Maybe you had been half asleep and wrote them. But that changed when the notes didn’t match your handwriting and started to be… weird.

You look handsome today. One said. Do you like the birds? They don’t seem very lively though. Another read. I wish you would see me. You always know I’m there thanks to the static and buzzing. Maybe we’ll meet soon. More and more would come in. They were always placed where you’d see them. A window. The fridge. Even on the television. They were taped there, all signed with an S. One was even on your bedroom door. How did someone get in and out without leaving any footprints or any evidence behind? You didn’t know but it started to make you close every curtain and try to raise the volume of everything, trying so hard to drown out the unlively birds.

Today was just like the last few. The static over your vision makes it hard to see right with how thick it is. The buzzing in your ears is loud, but not loud enough to drown out the synthetic birds. You make breakfast for yourself, dressed in some simple sleepwear. The breakfast you make doesn’t take too long, just some scrambled eggs and toast with jam. You eat in silence; well, not entirely in silence thanks to the buzzing and birds. When you finish your breakfast, you wash the plate and other utensils you had used to make your meal. Once done, you decided to do some light stretching in the living room. There wasn’t much you could do in the home. Outside was too cold for you to explore the wilderness without sustaining frostbite.

All of the curtains were closed except for one. It was the closest to the television. You were going to close it before spotting the note taped on the box. You stare at the note before tearing it off the screen. It reads: Look Outside The Window . You pause, staring at the note. The buzzing slowly starts to get louder just as the static over your sight starts to worsen. The birds, however, stop chirping. There’s only the buzzing. Slowly, you look towards the window. Nothing. Nothing but still snow.

A small smile worms its way only your face, mocking. A small, forced chuckle leaves your lips before you turn around, ready to head back into the kitchen to make some tea to calm your beating heart. You freeze though when you see the figure standing in the doorway. The beige-orange coat covers most of their figure while the black-ish blue hood covers their face. They have on a pair of gloves, the same colour as their hood. Their pants are a simple pair of jeans while their shoes seem to be black combat boots. Seeing a figure in your home is terrifying, yes. It wouldn’t have been as scary if the figure didn’t have a mask on. The mask was an off-white-ish colour with black eyeholes, high black eyebrows, and a box shape for the mouth, somewhat resembling teeth.

You both stand there, no one moving. The buzzing is so loud now that you can barely hear your own heart and breathing. The static is so bad that you can barely see the figure clearly. “IT’s NiCe To FiNaLlY mEeT yOu, [Redacted],” They, or he, says. His voice sounded weird. It was like a mix of different pitches and he couldn’t decide which one was best and went with all of them. You didn’t think though, only acted. You quickly dropped the note and fled the living room. You could hear him following you as you ran for the back door. You slam into it, trying to unlock it. “YoU dOn’T wAnT tO gO oUtSiDe! It’S tOo CoLd FoR yOu. EsPeCiAlLy WiTh HoW yOu’Re DrEsSeD!” You don’t listen though, not even as he slowly approaches you. With a final turn of the knob, the door is flung open and you run out into the snow.

It’s cold and stings your feet. You run and run and run. You don’t once look back, too scared that he may be right there. You don’t hear him following you, but that’s due to the buzzing. It’s so loud now that it’s all you can hear. You’re basically running blind; the static is so thick that seeing your surroundings is almost impossible. You stumble around mostly, hands in front of you so you don’t run face-first into any trees.

You’re unsure of how long you have been running. All you know for sure is that you can’t see anything anymore, the buzzing is starting to give you a headache, you feel like you’re sweating buckets beside the fact that your legs, arms, fingers, and toes are going numb. It isn’t long before you collapse. You’re breathing heavily, panting in the snow. You can feel yourself shaking despite feeling so hot, so overheated. Your hair sticks to your forehead as you continue to sweat. You try to move, to drag yourself somewhere but your body refuses. You lay there, your eyes open despite them wanting to close. The static is still strong, just like the buzzing. They scream danger but your body refuses to listen.

As more time passes, you feel yourself slowly going numb, your eyes fluttering every now and then, trying to close. The static slowly starts to fade away until it’s back to the normal, barely there, state. The buzzing fades into a gentle hum, it barely being able to be heard. You can hear how heavy your breaths are and see the pure white of the snow. One of your hands is in front of you, pale and slowly turning blue. Frostbite will, or already has, set in. Were you going to die out here? Here, all alone. Nothing to your name. No one looking for you besides your parents. Who would find your body? Or would the masked man hide your body away, letting it decay somewhere?

You can hear the crunch of the snow and gentle humming coming your way. It seems the man has come for you. His pace is slow, not at all rushed. Soon enough, he walks into your field of vision. He crouches down, sitting on the balls of his feet. His gloved hand is brought up before it comes through your hair. “LoOk At YoU. A sHiVeRiNg, HaNdSoMe MeSs. As MuCh As I lIkE hOw YoU lOoK rIgHt NoW, bEiNg VuLnErAbLe AnD aLl, YoU’rE tUrNiNg BlUe,” As soon as those words leave his mouth, he scoops you up in his arms, holding you close to him tightly. “DoN’t WoRrY. I’lL tAkE gOoD cArE oF yOu. I lOvE yOu ToO mUcH nOt To. YoU’lL bE sAfElY tUcKeD aWaY iN tHaT hOuSe, WiTh Me By YoUr SiDe To KeEp YoU cOmPaNy. NoW dOeSn’T tHaT sOuNd NiCe?”

#my fics #x male reader #x reader #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x male reader #skully x reader #skully x male reader #skully mh #mh skully

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spookyscarypastanoodle · 11 months

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so obviously the proxies set won, and while being written at the same time I gift you all the illusion of choice: who shall be posted first >:3

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #masky x reader #masky #hoodie #hoodie x reader #skully #skully x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #kate the chaser #Kate the chaser x reader #x virus #x virus x reader

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skullie-by-the-sea · 6 days

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Astarion plays with your tail (Tiefling Tav)

BASED ON THIS ADORABLE FANART

Warnings: Tickling, Fluffy-fluff, tiny bit of angst, mention of Cazador and Astarion’s life as his spawn, Astarion can’t live without Tav, Tav uses she/her pronouns

Astarion gazed at his beautiful Tiefling lover as she slept soundly beside him.

His fingers playfully pet her tail. Almost instinctively, she swiped it away. His fingers danced along the blankets before barely brushing it this time Tav swiped it away again.

He did it again, teasing his fingers against the spade of her tail. She wrapped her tail around his arms and pulled him towards her. The elf covered his face is mock shame

“ASTARION!” she shrieked

“I didn't realize you were so sensitive, sweetheart.” failing to contain the laugh he held behind his fingers

“I'm not! It's just a little…”

“What?”

“Ticklish.”

“Oh”

“Astarion.” She warned, a smile on her lips.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

“Astarion!!”

She giggle-screamed, tucking her tail under herself. He climbed on top of her, kissing her as he went. His arms pinned her to the ground. He bit her ear. His hands ran down her sides, she sighed as he bit her neck, his fingers slipped behind her to fondle her tail.

She squealed under him, laughing until tears pricked at the edges of her eyes. He gave the end of her tail a gentle kiss once he was satisfied with teasing her.

She pulled him into her chest, his chin rested on her breasts as he looked up at her, mischievously.

“That was cruel.” She pouted.

“Diabolical.” He continued.

“Downright sadistic.”

“Well, you knew that about me already.”

Tav threw her head back with a giggle. She pet Astarion’s hair with gentle care and ease. Her fingers traced every wave and tousel, careful not to pull at any knots.

Astarion sighed, his eyes fluttered closed as he cuddled further into Tav’s chest. His arms wrapped tighter around her, and Tav could feel their breathing synchronize.

Sleep came quickly for them, but neither could ever stay asleep for long.

Normally one of them would wake up from a nightmare, or hunger. For Astarion it was usually a combination of both. In the early hours before dawn, Tav rose from her slumber. It was still dark enough to feel the chill of night, but early enough that she could smell the morning dew.

Astarion was still at her side, book in hand. His eyes were heavy, but his presence pulsed with lucidity. Tav wondered if he ever actually fell asleep.

He smiled at her, with warmth and a shadow of sadness.

“Go back to sleep, love. We still have a few hours.”

“Then you should come too.” Her arms opened in invitation, beckoning him back to their shared bedroll.

“I’m already wide awake. Don’t worry about me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed.”

“You seem upset. I’m not going back to sleep until you tell me.”

He shut the book, slightly annoyed and curled beside her. His arms pulled her into his chest this time, and he began petting her hair like she did to him the night before.

“I’ve never had anything like… this before.” Tav lifted her head to meet his glassy eyes. “Cuddling, tender touches, gods forbid tickling.”

“Really? No one special ever stayed the night?”

“Hardly. Most of my encounters were brief, flitting, because Cazador fed on them that night.” Astarion’s gaze drifted. “I was just pretty meat tasked with bringing back more meat, by whatever means necessary.” His face fell again. Tav ran her fingers up his chin with gentle care. Their eyes finally met again. “So no, I didn’t have many cuddle buddies.”

“And how do you feel about it now?”

“I love it.” Astarion admitted, a shy blush creeped up his cheeks and neck. “Gods, I love it so much, it’s sickening.” As a sneer curled on his lips. He kissed the top of her head. Tav giggled. “I know that if anything were to ever happen to you, it would utterly destroy me. I need you alive, my love. Promise me you’ll stay alive.”

Tav sat at eye level with him now.

“I promise, my star.”

Astarion held her impossibly close, comforted by the gentle beat of her heart. A heart that would keep beating for him.

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR COMMENTS/CRITIQUE ON WRITING. I whipped this up pretty quick bc I couldn't get that fanart out of my head. I would love to add this to a bigger fic, definitely need some more descriptive language. Would love to hear thoughts. Thank you :)

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #astarion ancunin #tiefling tav #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x reader #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #skullie-by-the-sea #happypancake234 #tavstarion #bg3 tav #astarion romance

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tryingtofindava · 4 months

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⌦｡*♡ 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

: ̗̀➛Back to CP/MH

“I wanted people to know.”

• ╭──╯ . . . . . 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

#Dating Jay Merrick

#Cuddling w Marble Hornets Characters (+Tim, Brian, Alex, Jessica.)

#Jay Merrick x Artist! Reader headcanons

• ╭──╯ . . . . . 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

• ╭──╯ . . . . . 𝗢𝗡𝗘-𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets jay #marble hornets Jay Merrick #jay merrick #Jay merrick x reader #jay merrick marble hornets #jay marble hornets #skully #skully marble hornets #marble hornets skully

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the-comfort-den · 10 months

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New characters!

sorta updated but i now do more creepypasta/marble hornets charaters! p sure everyone forgot about them on my massive list so heres all of them lol Jeff the killer, Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer, Slenderman, Zalgo, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim Wright, Hoodie/Brian Thomas, Skully/Jay Marrick, Alex Karlie, Ben Drowned, The Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Pre!Abandond LJ, Dark Link, Jason the Toy Maker,

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tims-camera-lens · 2 years

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anoncausewhynot · 2 years

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I just want to say that I’ll draw for mostly any fandom but these are the ones I prefer

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I’ll write slight gore but nothing to bad

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Jake skully smut please

Finally getting around to this one, sorry for the wait!

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mating cycle, breeding kink, biting, tail shenanigans, Jake goes through his first rut, Na'vi!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Took me long enough but here is the long requested Jake Sully filth.

Jake didn't know what the fuck was happening right now. He woke up feeling hot as hell. Not as in he was attractive, although yes, you assured him of that too, but his whole body felt like it was burning up. He didn't know what to do, he tried to ignore it and get his duties done, he tried to go as high up into the sky to get the coolest air possible on his skin, he tried to take a swim, he tried to run it off but his body was still on fire.

He hoped he wasn't sick. He hadn't gotten sick yet, not since he started his new life with the Na'vi. He was one with his Avatar now, so every risk was that much more amplified. Jake kept pacing back and forth, his tail twitching weirdly and the base of it itching. Fuck, maybe he really is sick.

If it came down to it he would go to have his blood analyzed to avoid the worse case scenarios. If he was sick he needed to know what exactly was wrong with him.

His ears and nose flickered towards the entrance to your shared home. "Jake? You are... acting odd today. Is everything alright?"

"Don't come in. I think I'm sick." He put his hand out like that would stop you. "Please."

"Sick?" You sniffed the air, quickly picking up a change in scent. This wasn't sickness, this was... his first mating cycle. You chuckled and crossed the distance between you two, looking deep into Jake's eyes before kissing him. His startled gasp allowed you to lick into his mouth. Your tail wrapped around his wrist, you were so happy, your mate was in his cycle.

"Hey, don't, if you get sick too-" You shook your head and caressed his jack to calm him.

"There's no sickness. You are going through a mating cycle." The look of confusion and surprise on his face was, well the only word you could use was cute. "We go through it once a year. Once we find a mate our cycles fall in sync. Usually the first once happens when we reach adulthood but since your case is special your cycle is hitting you just now."

A mating cycle. His first one. "My mating cycle? What do you take for it?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his absurd sounding question. "Well that depends on if you're mated or not. In your case, I suppose you would take me."

"T-Take you?!" His mind had a few things going through it. Take, fuck, mate, breed. His cock twitched against your stomach, tenting his undergarments.

"Or rather I will be the one taking you." You knelt down, kissing his chest and stomach as you went, "If you want to of course. If not there are other things. But the... medicine is not the tastiest, just so you know in advance."

He cringed already, imagining every gross thing he ever tasted, all the medicine he had to take before, from childhood, to the army. "I think I would rather be with you." He cupped your face in his rough hands. His extra fingers felt odd at first but not anymore, the things that made him different from you were never things you sought to think less of him for. "Where do we begin? Is there anything special that goes into it?"

"Only mating bites." You smirked as he grinned at the prospect of biting you. "Other than that nothing has to change, we already made love many times, I trust you know what to do."

"Based on how many times you came last time, I'd say I'm well versed." Your hands cupped his clothed cock, his tip making a stain at the front. "Take if off babe."

Babe. Such a human term. Simple, but it always worked on you.

As soon as his clothing fell to the floor your licked the cum off his cock, eliciting a choked moan from him. Jake shook, unsure what to do with this new kind of pent up energy. Given that this was his first mating cycle you really didn't want to tease him. But you could kiss his cock all the way to the tip before standing up and taking our own clothes off piece by piece. He purred at the sight of your naked body.

"You're wet already?" He could almost taste you on his tongue.

"Usually a mates mating cycle will effect the other, the two eventually becoming synchronized and able to enjoy a few days of bliss together." Hopefully this would happen soon now that he's hit his first one. "For now we should take care of this one. Shall we?" You grinned and pulled him to your bed when he nodded dumbly. As you laid back he grabbed his ponytail, offering it to you to bind with.

Soon as the connection happened you were able to feel his lust feeding into yours, your thighs dripping with desire. "I need to fuck you." He growled, hips rocking forward, the cocktip parting your wet folds.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head when his entire length was finally enveloped in your warmth. "You feel bigger then usual." You hushed against his ear and locked your legs around his lower back, making sure his cock stayed as snug inside you as possible. Jake hissed as soon as the cooler air hit his cock when he pulled away. No he didn't want to be out, he only wanted to be inside you but he also really needed to fuck you, he needed to fill you up with his cum. His seed.

To feel as less cold as possible he kept up a fast pace, his cock pushing in and out, moaning when you'd tighten around him in need. He felt like he would never be able to stop, he'd never been hornier in his life. And back when he was in the military there were so many times when he thought his cock would explode. All of that combined was nothing compared to this.

"You feel so good babe. So good around my dick. Taking me so well, so deep." He praised. You wrapped your arms around his back, feeling his muscles under your hands tense, "Love how you touch me." It was always so soft, like he needed to be touched in moments like this.

"You deserve to be loved Jake. I love you, I always want you to know this." You pulled him into a soft kiss, your moans muffled by each others mouth, mixing with the fast slapping of hips against hips. "Bite me and make me your mate." Your own fangs ached with the desire to do the same but you wanted him to do it first. "It will help you finish."

That was all he needed to sink his fangs into the area between your shoulder and your neck. His body went still against yours, his grunts loud even with the bite, his warm cum painting your inner walls white. A little more, he needed to fuck you a little more. His cock no longer felt cold when he pulled out, it was now covered with his cum, which he felt like he should push back into you. "What... are the chances of us having a baby?"

"Right now? Not very high. When our cycles are synced we can try." The noise he made was that of displeasure, "However since you are different from the rest of Na'vi, perhaps you will get me pregnant tonight." That's what he wanted, he wanted to breed.

His cock twitched, another orgasm ripping through his body, heightened by your own, your pussy pulsing around him, your connection prolonging them both as the scent of sex and cum filled the air around you. Jake moaned, almost roared when you returned the mating bite. He really couldn't stop now, he wanted to rut into you, it felt like every orgasm bleed into another, causing him to lose count of how many he had. "Fuck, fuck, so good, fuck yes!"

Your bodies went slack against one another, his cock still twitching, shooting more small jets of cum. "Leave it in until you're done." As if you needed to tell him twice, he was more then happy to. "You did so good for your first time going through a mating cycle. As I suspected your stamina is incredible."

"Keep stroking my ego." You smiled against his shoulder and placed a kiss against the bite you made. Jake did the same, wanting to give you as much comfort and after care as he can without moving away from you. "I love you so, so much. Thank you for spending this time with me."

"Oh Jake, we're not done yet. A mating cycle can last up to seven days or more." His eyes widened in surprise again but then his face shifted into a very happy grin.

He kissed you again and again until your bodies had enough rest, not even half an hour, until you fucked again. Seven days of this. "This is gonna be so great."

#jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water #na’vi smut #na’vi x reader #jake x reader #jake sully x y/n #atwow #avatar #smut

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in-daddy-price-we-trust · 1 year

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All I Wanted - Part 3

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: so uh.. not dead.. I kinda forgot about thos between school and life so apologies for not posting.. for two months.. anyways, enjoy the chapter <3

You POV

Soap continued to ramble on about this and that, with Gaz occasionally butting in when necessary, as the pair showcased the base to you and how they weren't staying much longer. Something about how they had better chances finding this Nombre person in Mexico, where they were originally.

Gaz brought up the other members when they entered the shooting range, just past the training room. Apparently the barracks were deeper into the facility, (how much you believe that you aren't entirely sure). He pointed to two figures standing next to eachother, conversing with adoration in their eyes, "That's Alejandro-" you followed his finger to the taller of the two, "-And that's Rudy, they're a package deal if you get what I mean," To ensure his comment came across perfectly, Gaz shot you a wink.

With a clap on the back, Soap pushed you towards the two lovebirds. It was Alejandro who noticed you first, "Ah, here she is! Hola, niña, estas muy pequeño!" Rudy looked at the man fiercely before elbowing him in the ribs, "Qué? I was just pointing out the obvious mi vida!" A long sigh left Rudy at Alejandro's incompetence.

"So sorry about him, Ale can be, stupid occasionally," Rudy's smile was warm and inviting. Alejandro scowled at Rudy before giving a sympathetic grin towards you, a nod of the head as an apology.

"Do you want to show us how well you can shoot?" Soap gestured to the gun poking out of the duffle bag, a cheeky look in his eyes.

You moved too quickly for them to register, the eye piercing pink with hello kitty, kirby and cat stickers moulded into the metal of the rifle. A sparkly purple keychain dangling from it, blue stars twinkling alongside. The hold was confident, strong and firm, an aim to please familiar to the hardened soldiers.

Gaz gave a soft chuckle at the obvious excitement, pointing in the direction of the shooting range. Lines of plywood separating lanes with hip level metallic benches. Long pathways with human shaped targets, most paper but a few were made of a harder substance such as cardboard. Some of these were hidden behind more bits of scrap wood.

Practically skipping over and setting up the perfect first shot. And that's what it was; well maybe to some it could have been better but instantly the gun continued to fire again at a different target, and then another and another. Bullet casings falling past your face at each reload.

To be honest, you could have gone the whole day, it was when a hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the rhythmic sound of metal hitting the cold concrete. The action made you jerk, a startled yelp following as you whipped your head to the side, staring up at Skully. A very audible gulp was heard throughout the now silent room.

For a while nothing happened. A staring contest happening between the two of you before he spoke up, "..Sorry.." his voice was rough and deep, the words so softly spoken you were sure you misheard the behemoth of a man. "Good shot kiddo, but think about breathing. You're gonna make yourself pass out if you hold ya' breath for that long, hmm?" His eyes were an endless void of darkness, the coffee and gold colours swirling into a beautiful helix of patterns. The words soaked into your brain as you came to the conclusion.

"Yes Sir!" The smile plastered on your face was one of pure adoration, the twinkle in your eyes matching that on the glitter sparkling on the rifle, still clasped in your almost too small hands.

The shooting lasted a while. Each man giving tips and tricks to you, letting you improve on your gunmanship. Eventually, the sun slowly lowered in the sky, and the canteen opened for dinner. A selection of grimy looking slop, greens, beans and a lukewarm soup.

They gave recommendations of what to have and what to avoid (mostly the slop). The soup was better than you thought. Leek and potato. Though, there weren't any potatoes in it, just soft clumps of leek with other veggies thrown in to pad it out.

Tables weren't assigned in the mess hall, but it seemed each group had claimed a table. You bit your lip, standing in the middle, tray in hand. A whistle caught your attention, Gaz calling you over to their table.

You set the tray down next to Ghost before Price walked in, marching over to table 141. He gave you a warm smile as he saw you eating. "Glad to see ya eating, dolly," in return, you gleamed up at him, a spoonful of soup making its way down your throat.

At least half an hour passed, the group chattering and giggling at the stories and jokes that were passed around, before a yawn interrupted the fun. It was Soap who noticed - "Aye lass, ya tir'd?" a meek nod a was All it took before he started to rise, being stopped by the Captain.

"I've got her Johnny. Cmon dolly, I'll show ya you're room," A hum was all that followed.

The walk was comfortable, going back through the winding halls and plain walls. Price stopped abruptly at one of the doors, Knockin on the solid wood. "Here ya are. I put ya next to me, hope you don't mind, you get a bigger room- and~" He drew out the ending as he opened the door, "-an ensuite bathroom!"

You giggled at the man, going in and exploring the room a bit. "Does that mean I have to listen to your snoring, sir?" It was said cheekily, the smirk evident on your face and the chuckle on his lips.

"Aye, so better invest in some ear plugs!"

Giggles erupted from you, turning to face him. Braces were on show with how wide your grin was. "Thank you.." was all that was said. And a nod was all that was needed, Price turned leaving the room with a click of the door.

You faceplanted onto the bed, soft duvet covers wrapping around you like a burrito as sleep quickly overcame you. Soft snores left you as the moon rises high into the sky.

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notapradagurl7 · 21 days

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Only You.

Leon Simmons x BlackFem! / Plus Size Reader.

Summary: With senseless violence in South Central between Skully and Manboy engulfing the neighborhood, it seems like it was hell on earth. But when Leon gets revenge on someone and ends up in a whirlwind of events. He came to your house on an eerie crisp night.

Word Count: 3,445k

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A/N: don't forget to comment, like and reblog to support your favorite writers.❤️

Warning: spoilers of season 4, mention of violence, drugs and murder, a teary-eyed yet soft Leon, a confession, dirty talk, praise, profanity, consensual for both parties, mention of death, Use of the n-word, Use of AAVE. protected sex.

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Leon skillfully made his way through the cramped, ashen tall fence, the distant wails of police sirens and the cacophony of barking dogs suffused the otherwise placid neighborhood. With a faint hiss, he effortlessly leaped onto the weathered wooden crate, landing gracefully on his sleek black Converse sneakers, the soles stomped on the supple, green grass. he swiftly regained his footing and rose from the ground.

As he stood upright, he caught the sound of your mother bidding you farewell, her voice fading as her car retreated from the narrow driveway, vanishing into the distance of the cul-de-sac. The front door closed with a resolute thud, followed by the echoing slam of the screen door behind you.

With utmost stealth, he strode between the two houses, stooping low to evade the prying eyes of the nosy neighbors. Pivoting to the right, he made a beeline towards the beige screen door, the vibrant orange glow of the streetlight above illuminated on his afro and caramel skin. His knuckles tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the beige-painted door, waiting patiently.

Leon looked both ways of the neighborhood before your footsteps thumped toward the door, it creaked open and revealed you sporting a black tee shirt and matching shorts, and your hair was styled in black box braids, tied back in a bun.

"Leon, are you alright?" you asked, your head cocked to the side in concern. Quickly stepping aside to let him in.

As he entered, you could see the distress written all over his face. What was going on with him?

"No, Y/N. I really messed up," he stuttered, his voice trembling as he shook his head in disbelief.

Leon hurried inside, kicking off the dirt and grass from his rugged Converse sneakers on the mat before shutting the door behind him. His heavy breathing filled the room, a clear indication of his fear.

"Sit down and try to relax, Leon. Tell me what happened," you said soothingly, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch.

Both of you settled onto the soft sage green sofa, and Leon began to recount the intense feud between Manboy and Skully.

Leon explained to you that In the Cadillac near Skully's house, Leon recalls the gruesome scene and recognizes someone from Skully's crew. As Leon leaves the vehicle, bullets fly and tragedy strikes when his recruit CJ is killed.

Amidst the chaos, a woman pleads and cradles her lifeless daughter in her arms. Leon tries to reason with Khadijah, but she is unwilling to forgive him. Uncle Jerome’s wife Louie was in the hospital, Fatback, Leon's bodyguard, is killed by Khadijah.

The profound impact of those distressing experiences shattered him internally, leading Leon to question whether he should continue selling products to his community, especially since it resulted in the tragic loss of Khadijah's daughter.

“W-wait? Skully’s baby mama? Khadijah?” you asked in a worried tone, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Leon nodded at you with a softened face, your eyes studied his expression with focus.

“It's all fucked up, I thought that I could do my own business without Franklin..” Leon said softly, his head shook from side to side.

“I'm sure you still could, you don't need Franklin..” you reasoned, trying to convince him.

You've never seen him this way, as if he was ready to break. Leon must have been greatly affected by everything, as it felt like a heavy burden on him, dragging him further into the vast and dark ocean.

His mother utilized the funds to help his siblings before ultimately kicking him out.

“My mama kicked me out, can I stay here at your place until Franklin tries to find me?” Leon asked softly, his eyes on you.

“Yes, you can Leon I'm sure Franklin is already walking to find you..” You joked, and stifled a laugh by biting down your teeth.

Leon lightly chuckled at your sarcasm accompanied by a subtle roll of his eyes, He knew all too well that you never liked Franklin. Sure, Franklin was good-looking, but that didn't erase your suspicions of his true side.

Leon was the sole person you had eyes for, the one who set your soul ablaze and made you question whether he reciprocated your feelings.

It had always been just you and Leon, a duo against the world. Franklin thought he was so smart with his towering IQ, He wasn't fooling anyone, not even you.

In the projects, they referred to Leon as Franklin's loyal lap dog, mocking him for his short stature and light complexion. They questioned why Leon would choose to spend his time with you.

The next place to go to was yours, you and Leon have been best friends since the sandbox, he promised to "get you and your mama out of the projects" when he was starting as Franklin’s right-hand man, you thought Leon was out of his rabbit-ass mind, but he kept that promise to you, you remembered when Leon came to you on your porch with a grin on his face.

Leon called out loudly for your mother to pack her things and relocate to the new location. That's exactly what you did, expressing your heartfelt gratitude towards him.

The neighborhood met expectations in terms of perfect safety and quality, exactly as he had described, with a pleasant aroma of mangoes and peaches in your house, which matched the descriptions you and your mother provided. She particularly adored the cheetah print rug and the small lion ornaments displayed on the side tables.

However, at present, Leon remained in the company of Franklin. His thick afro was full and curled, your manicured fingers rolled around his little curls, Leon exhaled a soft breath, relaxed in your touch and you gently held his cheek to bring him closer, gazing into his warm brown eyes. You loved it when he wore his afro out.

You desired to communicate all your thoughts to him, but you were aware that mere words couldn't adequately convey the intense guilt and shame consuming him.

“That's on me for what happened to Khadijah's daughter, it's my fucking fault..” Leon muttered softly, his voice cracked.

“Leon, I know you didn't mean to kill that little girl, it wasn't your fault..” You replied softly, gently rubbing the back of his neck. Shaking your head from side to side.

Leon laid his head on your lap and you played with the curls in his afro, reminding him to take breathes as you heard him softly sniffling, a tear rolling down his cheek and running down your thick thigh, his tear drop ran down your dark brown skin. You gradually leaned your head forward to meet Leon’s teary-eyed gaze, your face softened at his face. Your thumbs wiped away his tears, you can see the hurt in his eyes.

“Can you braid my hair in cornrows like you used to do when we were kids?” Leon asked softly, shifting his gaze toward you.

You smiled softly at Leon's request, understanding that he needed some sense of comfort and familiarity amidst the chaos that surrounded him.

“Yes I can, you know that I was the one who always had your hair lookin' nice…” You sang playfully, you gently guided him off your lap and stood up, motioning for him to follow you.

“Yeah you always did, it made every nigga in the hood jealous, wishing they had someone like you to keep them looking fresh like me.” He bragged with his soft smile, scratching the back of his neck.

Leading him into the cozy bedroom, you grabbed a stool and placed it in front of the mirror. Sitting down, Leon watched as you grabbed the hair cream and used the black comb to skillfully section his hair and began braiding it into neat cornrows, your smile curled up on your face.

“Do you still think I'm a good person right?” Leon asked, his eyes looked in the mirror.

“Yes I do, I know you, Lee.”

Your fingers moving deftly through his soft curls. The repetitive motion and the gentle touch seemed to calm him down, his breathing becoming more steady and his shoulders relaxing.

“Are you just saying that?”

Your face twisted up, how dare he ask such a question? You rolled your eyes at him, “Boy, why would you ask me that?” you fired back.

“Damn girl, I'm sorry…”

“Yeah, you better be..”

As your fingers braided through his hair, the tension in Leon's body slowly melted away, replaced by calm and security. The rhythmic motion of the braiding seemed to soothe his troubled mind, providing a temporary escape from the harsh reality he faced.

“Would I lie to you Leon?” You replied with a serious tone.

“No, you wouldn't…” He replied with a light chuckle.

Leon listened, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. meeting your eyes as your heart skipped a beat from the intense eye contact.

"I’m sure Franklin will think of something, Leon, "It's best if you lay low and spent the night with me..” you continued, your voice filled with conviction.

“That nigga is always thinking of something girl..”

“I had a feeling that Franklin was using you, had you killing for him? What was the real reason Lee?” You asked him, exhaling a breath.

“He's still my best friend right?” Leon asked, his lip formed into a frown. The doubt crept into his tone.

“I was yours first before Franklin…” You whispered, your eyes shifting back to him and then back to his hair.

Leon overheard the final section, which left him questioning its meaning.

Finishing up the last cornrow, you carefully tied it off and admired your handiwork. Leon turned to face you, his eyes filled with love.

"Thank you, Y/N, for everything." he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"You don't have to thank me, Leon." You smiled warmly at him, reaching out to cup his face in your hands.

Leon leaned into your touch, his lips brushing against your palm. His hands rested on your thick waist and pulled you in close, his eyes filled with a new emotion, you weren't sure what it was.

“Aren't you still with Wanda?” You sang playfully, cocking your head to the side, giggling a bit.

You must have heard of the famous love story of Leon and Wanda, but everything changed when Wanda became addicted to crack cocaine. Despite her struggles, Leon remained faithfully by her side, even during those long hospital stays.

Witnessing their deep connection made you envious and heartbroken, realizing that Leon's love for Wanda surpassed anything you could ever hope for. It left you longing for a love like theirs, but ultimately feeling isolated and alone in their world of love.

“Wanda and I ain't together no more, you're the only one I want Y/N…” Leon confessed, standing up from the stool.

“Are you sure that I'm not your second choice after things didn't work out between you and Wanda?” You asked him, your hands resting on your hips.

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from smiling, but that doesn't stop the flutter in your heart. Leon took a step closer to you.

"Y/N, you were never a second choice. From the moment we met, I've been in love with you. You've always been the one who understands me, supports me, and loves me for who I am. I want to do the same, Wanda was a part of my past, but you're my present and my future."

His words sent warmth through your body, and you let a smile spread across your face. "Leon, I've always been in love with you, I was afraid."

Leon embraced you tightly, pulling you close against his body. As he leaned in, he pressed his lips against yours, and you responded with fervor, while both of you shed your clothes and flung them carelessly onto the floor of your bedroom.

Before going towards the brown dresser and opening the top drawer, you planted a kisse on his lips, and then handed Leon the wrapped condom.

“Safety first lil’ Lee…” you teased, your smirk curled up on his face.

“Aint nothing lil over here about me girl…” he teased, he slid down his green striped boxers shorts.

His dick sprang from his striped boxer shorts, and he was right. Your eyes landed on his manhood, you damn near gasped. Leon had a big dick for someone who was short, he must've proven all the girls in the hood wrong.

You laid on your back on the bed with your legs gently parting apart, Leon looked into your eyes for consent, “You ready baby?” he asked, he gently plopped on the bed.

“Yes, I'm ready..”

He gradually slid the condom on his dick and rubbed his tip between your folds, you gasped softly with your hands resting on his shoulders, and he gently slid himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “L-Leon…” you moaned, your nails scraped across his back. He began to roll his hips at a steady pace, your walls tightening around his dick.

“Damn girl…” he moaned, picking up the pace in his thrusts, burying his face into your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin as your mind blurred of pure pleasure with tears rolling down your eyes, Leon scattered kisses across your collarbone and amidst your breast, as his thumb gently circled your clitoris, your wetness gathered around his digits.“You're so beautiful..”

He slid his thumb across his tongue and hummed, "Taste just like mangos.." he hummed, his tounge interlocks with yours for a passionate kiss, your head fell back on the pillow, “oh fuck…Lee!” You cried out, the bed creaked back and forth to the wall, leaving a dent.

Your stomach becomes taut, signaling the pinnacle of pleasure as you clutch the bedsheets tightly with your hands. “My girl..” Leon whispered, kissing your lips twice. "Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum.." he teased, eliciting a plethora of moans from you.

Your eyelashes fluttered open as you looked up at him, meeting his low gaze, those brown eyes of his were so easy to get lost in, "Oh fuckk!" and you came undone onto his dick, he followed suit by gradually pulling out and sliding the filled condom off.

Leon stood up from the bed and tightly tied the ends as he threw the condom away in the trashcan, You stood up from the bed and he gently pulled you back by your thick waist, he kissed you on the lips passionately. Playfully smacking your plump ass.

“Did you mean what you said about me being your girl Leon?” You asked, hesitant yet scared as hell.

Later, following the short discussion with the other person, you went into the bathroom and showered, experiencing a renewed sense of energy. Subsequently, Leon also showered, running your water bill up.

Leon put on his green striped boxers shorts and joined you in bed, snuggling close and covering both of you with a blanket, exchanging kisses on the lips. His body pressed against yours, and the comforting warmth enveloped you both.

The two of you drifted off peacefully through the rest of the night in his loving arms.

Startled by the loud banging on your front door, you jolted awake from your slumber. The morning light peeked through your blinds, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you yawned, stretching your limbs.

With a groan, you dragged yourself out of bed and strode down the hallway, still clad in your pajamas. Whoever was knocking like they were the police, must've needed to find Leon. You hoped it wasn't Manboy, Skully or Khadijah.

"Who the hell is it?" You fired back, Irritated. Your hand ran down your face as you faced the screen door.

"It's Franklin and Jerome," echoed Jerome's voice from outside your residence.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you secretly wished it was Louie instead.

With a twist of the top and bottom locks, you cautiously swung the door open. There stood Franklin, his cane firmly clutched in his hand, and his uncle Jerome by his side. Their faces bore expressions of concern and gravity as they looked at you.

"Is Leon here with you?" Franklin's voice carried a serious tone, his eyes piercing through you.

"Yes, Lee is here. He fell asleep in my bedroom last night..." you mumbled, still half-asleep but audible enough for them to hear.

Jerome and Franklin entered your home, and you stepped aside to let them through. He halted in his tracks and spun around on his heels, stopping before they made their way down the hallway, Franklin winced in pain, Yet, he maintained a stoic face with a subtle hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"I understand that we've never really connected, but I'm grateful that Leon chose to come to you. You two were always close when we were kids," Franklin said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm happy he's here too. But let's be clear, this isn't a friendship between us. Let's keep it that way," you replied firmly, arms crossed.

“Agreed, Y/N. I’d like to keep it that way too..” Franklin mentioned, smirking a bit.

Jerome shook Leon awake, causing him to groan and shift in his sleep. As Leon rubbed his eyes, Jerome urged him, "Wake the fuck up, lil nigga." He then smacked Leon's face lightly.

Entering the cozy bedroom, Franklin fixed his gaze on the half-asleep Leon. "Get dressed and ready, I have a plan involving Manboy, Skully, and his baby mama," Franklin stated with a serious tone.

"So you spend your night getting cornrows and some pussy?" Franklin spat, his brows raised.

Leon got up from the bed, adjusting his boxers and pants before putting on his shirt. He yawned and stretched his limbs, preparing to face the day ahead.

“Hey, it ain’t just some pussy man, Y/N is my girl now..” Leon fired back, his face twisted up.

You were taken aback by his words, shock and joy flooding through you. Franklin and Jerome exchanged glances, surprised by the unexpected revelation.

"Is that so?" Franklin asked, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, that's right. Y/N is my woman now, and I ain't lettin' her go," Leon declared, standing tall and proud.

"Well, well, looks like you finally found yourself a good woman. About time!"Jerome let out a hearty laugh, clapping Leon on the back.

"If she's got you this happy and focused, then I'm all for it. Just make sure you keep your priorities straight, Leon." He retorted, a hint of approval in his gaze as he nodded.

You couldn't believe the turn of events, but deep down, you knew that this was where you were meant to be - by Leon's side. As he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close by giving you a kiss on the lips, you felt a sense of warmth and security that you had never experienced before.

"I'll see you later, Lee." You whispered, a smile on your face.

“Bye baby girl..” he said softly, nuzzling his nose on yours.

You watched him walk out of your house with Franklin and Jerome, he closed the door behind himself. Next thing you heard was the Cadillac drive away from the quiet neighborhood.

It left you with slight worry for your boyfriend Leon, your non-existent trust in Franklin. But you had to keep the faith in God that everything was gonna be alright. Between you and Leon.

You knew that another day the sun would set on you and Leon handing hands and kissing sweetly as if you were newlyweds on your wedding day and the honeymoon pass was just beginning for you..

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Adventures in babysitting(Squinterns)

Paring: wife!Reader x Lance Sweets, Oc!Child x squinterns

Summary: not really an 'x reader' just the Squinterns having to watch Lance and y/n's daughter while they go an unexpected case.

A/n: AU where Vincent didn't die. the beginning of this sucks but it gets a bit better, I just had this idea but didn't know how to start it.

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“mama look! a Firetruck” Charlotte smiled from the back set of the car, she hugged her stuffed penguin tight as watched on of her favorite vehicle pass by.

Y/n smiled at her daughters knew obsession that was firetruck, last week it was helicopters.

“yeah, isn't it cool” y/n smiled.

“maybe we have a future firefighter on our hands” her husband Lance smiled.

Y/n's eyes widened as she thought about her precious daughter in dangers line of work.

“I want to find skullys like Aunty Bones n mama” Charlotte said.

Y/n smiled at her daughter then looked at Lance as he continued to drive towrds the Museum that was connected to the jeffersonian. It was the first time in a while they both had the day off and the whole family was just a little too restless to stay home.

“I have to stop by my office first and give Cam a file though” y/n responded. Lance nodded. “okay”

“you wanna go see mommy's work?” Lance smiled.

“yeah!” she smiled as Lance let out a chuckle at his daughter's enthusiasm.

Once they got to the jeffersonian y/n carried Charlotte in her arms as she walked into the lab. Charlotte eyes wondered as her mother carried her around. The little girl was always amazed by the lab.

After she got what she wanted from the lab and gave Cam the file, Lance's phone rang.

“Hey Booth...” he said.

Lance let out a sigh, meaning Booth probably need us. He looked at his two favorite girls with disappointment as he hung up.

“what's up?” I asked.

“Booth neeeds us to Interrogate a few people and then you need to look at some remains at the crime scene with Brennan”

Y/n sighed and looked around. “one normal day... That's all I ask”

Lance nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Charlotte giggled making Lance smile, he quickly kissed his daughter's forehead.

“what are we gonna do about Charlie? The sitter is out of town for the weekend and I don't know about Arastoo” y/n said as see looked around the lab.

Charlotte, who didn't know what was going on, ignored her parents panic and played with the necklace around her mom's neck.

“don't panic... I'll head over to Bureau and get things sorted out, maybe you can drop Charlie off with Angies' dad, I know he's babysitting Michael Vincent today” Lance said. His wife nodded as they kissed each other good-bye

Y/n let out a sigh, as mush as she loved her brother's father-in-law she just didn't want to dump another baby on him unexpectedly.

“what's wrong mama? Are we gonna go see the pictures?” Charlotte asked.

“maybe later baby, mama and daddy have to work now” she looked around the half empty lab then stopped when she saw her favorite Squintern.

“Fisher!” she walked towrds him just as he clocked in. Before he could even say 'hello' y/n put Charlotte in his hands.

“Fishy!” she smiled as Fisher held the child out confuse. The little girl's feet dnagled as he held her like a child would an over sized doll. “wha-”

“I need you to watch Charlotte just for a bit, please Fisher” y/n pleaded. Fisher honestly couldn't say no, not because she was indeed his boss, but because he genuinely liked her and her family. Y/n Sweets or 'Lady Sweets' as she's referred to at work was the only one who saw Fisher as more than a depressed, Gothic Squint.

“but-”

“thanks Fisher, I owe you one!” she called out and left the building before he could protest, even if he got the chance he wouldn't but he just didn't know how to interact with kids.

“Fishy” Charlotte smiled as she dubbed over in his arms. “Fisher... And don't do that” he said pulling her back up and wrapping both arms around the small child so she was secure to his chest.

“ummm.....” Fisher said, confused on what to do. He jogged into the lab, the movement made Charlotte giggle. He set his boss' daughter on one of the examination tables.

“play with this” he said handding her the small flashlight that was in his breast pocket. She turned it on and pointed it at the stuffed penguin she brought, after awhile she started waving it around making bright light fly everywhere.

“ah” Fisher said in a very monotone voice as the light hit his eyes. “okay never mind” as he took and put it back in his pocket, he picked up the penguin and put in her arms so she wouldn't feel the loss of the flashlight.

“stay there” he said after the Computer dinged, he turned his back to her for a second. The little girl watched him move around and started to follow him not realizing she was still on a high table.

Fisher didn't relize it and Charlotte almost walked off the edge. “woah Charlie” Arastoo yelled and quickly grabed the three year old before she fell off what looked like a cliff to someone her size.

Fisher quickly whipped around with a panicked look. “sorry Charlotte” he said coming up to the little girl that was now in tan interns arms.

“unca asteroid!” the little girl smiled, she could never pronounce his name properly so it was always 'asteroid'.

“what is Lady Sweets' Daughter doing here?” Arastoo asked, adjusting the little girl to one arm. “she never let's her in the Lab unless she here”

“Lady Sweets and... Dr. Sweets got pulled into unexpected investigation and was deemed soul protector of this tiny life force for the time being” Fisher explained.

Arastoo and Charlotte gave him weired looks. “so your babysetting” Arastoo said simply, Charlotte who now under stood nodded quickly. Fisher shook his head and turned back to his computer as the security system dinged.

“Fishy!” Charlotte cheekily smiled as Fisher turned his back. “what's baby sweets doing here?” Wendell asked as him and Vincent walked in.

“and what are the rest of you doing here?” Fisher asked. Wendell smiled as Charlotte waved at him.

“Dr. Brennan required us to examine some century old remains while she's away” Vincent said as he walked up next to Arastoo. Charlotte smiled and reached for Vincent. The British Squintern smiled and shook her little hand. “hello little one”

“I'm guessing I'm out of this project” Fisher sighed as he closed a few tabs on his computer. Arastoo gave him a questioning look. “Fisher, when was the last time you actually watched a child?”

“well, both Sweets are very protective of Charlie, you must be doing something right for her to trust you” Wendell said.

“you here to work on the Bones too?” Vincent asked Wendell. He shook his head no. “actually im here to take over for Hodgins while he's in Seattle with Brennan and Angela.”

“I'll help if you like” Wendell added.

“just give the child back” Fisher sighed and held his arms out to Arastoo.

“we can help out with Charlie” Arastoo said as he set Charlotte on the one of the wheely chairs and spung her around. She giggled making the the young guys look at her in aw.

“we can take shifts, one of us can watch her while the others look at the Bones for Dr. Brennan” Wendell suggests, everyone agreed suprisenly.

“will Abernathy and Edison be joining us?” Vincent asks, the other men shrugged not sure who all Dr. Brennan had hired.

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“please tell me that's one of the fake skulls” Edison said coming into y/n's office with a file.

Edison watched Charlotte play with the jaw and mouth of the plastic skull without a care in the world. She tossed it up then crawled after it. She quickly forget about it and ran towrds Arastoo as he entered the office as well.

“of corse it's fake” Fisher said rolling his eyes as he stood up from the ground. “did you guys find anything?” he asked.

“not really, Abernathy came by while you were in here and is helping out” Arastoo said picking Charlotte up and holding her on his hip.

Fisher let out a depressed sigh. “I see I've already been replaced”

“I wouldn't say that, you have the most important job today” Arastoo smiled as Charlotte stuck her toung out.

“her laughter dose sofen the stonyest of hearts” Fisher said.

“why she here in the first place?” Edison asked trying to remain professional but also not let his heart melt at the sight of the little girl.

“Lady Sweets got called into a crime Scene last minute” Arastoo said.

“unca asteroid... I'm hungry” Charlotte said looking up at Arastoo. Wendell walked in hearing the conversation. “I can get McDonald's... Anybody want anything?”

“can I have some nuggies? Pweez” she said giving all the male Squinterns puppy eye. “I'll go get it Charlie” Wendell smiled and ruffled her curly hair.

“chicken nuggets for the little lady” Wendell said emptying out the bag as Arastoo tried to get cartoons on the screen Angela installed in y/n's office.

“do any of you know how this works?” Arastoo asked. Wendell set down Charlotte's french frys and grabed the controler from Arastoo. “it's just like Angela's, I got this”

Wendell logged into the screen then turned on Hulu. “she likes Regular Show” Arastoo said as he took the controller and typed in the show.

“Did you know the average American eats almost 30 pounds of French fries a year?” Vincent said as he sat on the floor next to Charlotte to eat his fries.

He then turned to Charlotte. “we call these chips from where I'm from” he told the small girl.

“cool” she laughed.

“here ya go honey” Finn smiled giving her a small milkshake.

Once the show was set up and the food was out, it was technically the Squintern's lunch break, so they all(aside from Edison) filed into y/n's office to watch Cartoons and eat.

The commotion and child like giggles made Cam walk into what was supposed to be y/n's empty office.

“Hi honey” Arastoo said nervously as he waved at his fiance.

“hi Aunty cam!” Charlotte waved from her spot in Arastoo's lap.

“what are you guys doing?” she gave them a strange look as they all froze like deers in a pair of head lights, the only one who wasn't affected was Charlotte, who continued to eat her chicken nuggets.

“babysitting” Fisher said.

“on our lunch break” Wendell added quickly.

She sighed and walked out of the room, not wanting to get into it after she saw the bizarre cartoon. “ya know... don't want to know, carry on”

“bye Cam!” Charlotte shouted as the doctor left.

After lunch the Squinterns basically took turns taking care of the small child, while one was exmaing the century year old bones the other one was intertaning Charlotte.

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“where could she be” Abernathy looked around the lab. He stoped at one of the tables then tried to jump scare Charlotte. “I gottcha!” he looked at her favorite hiding spot but she wasn't there. “hmm”

He looked around, moving chairs and files around, trying to find the little girl's hiding spot. This cought Edison's attention, he didn't really want to get involved with the little girl, but that didn't stop him from being curious.

“what are you doing Abernathy?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the skull he was examining. Abernathy peaked under one of the examination tables then back at Edison. “playin' hide-n-seek with Little Charlie” he smiled like it was the best thing that ever happened to him.

“she’s Slicker Than Pig Snot on a Radiator” Abernathy said as he looked around the lab some more. Edison looked up annoyed. “she's a good hider or you lost her?”

Abernathy sighed and gave him a 'really?' look. “look, I didn' loose her... I have a kid sister, I know how to take care of a kid”

Edison looked up and watched the little girl run into Cam's office to hide under her desk. He watched the little girl quickly run back to the threshold beacuse she dripped her blue penguin plush, before Abernathy could see she ran under the desk.

“she's over yonder” Edison said in a terrible Southern accent.

“Aw man!” Charlotte wined as she heard Edison give out her hiding spot. She came out hugging her penguin.

“that's not nice” Charlotte grumbled, they didn't know if she was talking about cheating or the fact Edison was making fun of Abernathy's slang. She was talking about both.

“well, you won little lady, I couldn't find ya” Abernathy shrugged with a smile. Charlotte smiled up at Abernathy as he called for Arastoo, it was his turn and Abernathy had to help Edison for a bit.

Arastoo glady took his tern next, he had Charlotte on his back, running around with his arms out while making airplane noise.

“to infinity and beyond” Charlotte giggled as Arastoo ran past Cam's office. She of course saw and scolded them as her motherly instincts started to show.

“please don't run in the Lab! One of you might get hurt” she sighed. Arastoo stoped, making his shoes squeek on the shiny floor. Charlotte rested her chin on Arastoo's shoulder and gave Cam puppy eyes. “aw”

Arastoo gave his fiance a sarcastic pouty face like Charlotte's real one. “aw” he repeated.

She rolled her eyes and gave Arastoo a quick kiss. Charlotte giggled and made fake kissy noises. Cam laughed at the little girl she considered her niece, she kissed the little girl on her cheek and went back into her office.

“have you heard from Sweets or Y/n?” he asked before came went into her office. “they should be back soon” cam respond.

Arastoo nodded as Charlotte let out a yawn then rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck so she wouldn't fall off.

Cam tilted her head and smiled softly. “she looks tired”

He turned his head so he could see the sleepy child. “I'll take her to y/n's office, so she can nap”

As Arastoo walked into y/n's office Fisher came into with his lab coat off. “well I'm done for the day... With the remains that is”

“that's good” Arastoo said gently setting Charlotte on the couch in her mother's office and used his lab coat as a blanket for her.

“you can go if you like, I'll stay with her while Cam dose some last minute paper work” Arastoo said setting on the couch next to her.

Fisher shook his head. “no, lady Sweets truted me, so I should do my share”

“she's not going anywhere... She sleeps like a rock” Arastoo said as Fisher made his spot on the ground infront of the couch.

Y/n and Lance came in about an hour and half later with a soft smile. Lance gently picked up his daughter while she remained fast asleep.

“thank for watching her guys, I know you weren't expecting to spend your day like this” y/n smiled.

Fisher shrugged. “it was quite interesting... It wasn't hard to intertaning ourselves”

“and I had some help...” Fisher added.

“little angel like always” Arastoo added with a smile as Cam walked in with her coat. “ready to go?” she asks softly so she didn't wake up Charlotte.

“yup, good night guys” he smiled and left with Cam. “night” Lance said holding his sleeping daughter close.

“thanks again guys” y/n waved at the other Squinterns as her and her family left the Jeffersonian, the tired parents thankful their little ball of energy will sleep well tonight.

#Squinterns #Bones #Bones imagines #Colin fisher #Wendell Bray #Finn Abernathy #Arastoo Vaziri #Lance Sweets x reader

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tryingtofindava · 7 months

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˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 & 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭´ˎ˗

: ̗̀➛Back to Main Masterlist

“I don’t feel like I exist.”

#Jeff the Killer

#Eyeless Jack

#BEN Drowned

#Jane the Killer

#Nina the Killer

#‘Ticci’ Toby

#X-Virus

#Kate the Chaser

#Clockwork

#Homicidal Liu & Sully

#Tim Wright/Masky

#Brian Thomas/Hoodie

#Jay Merrick/Skully

#Jessica Locke

#Alex Kralie

‧₊˚ MAIN ೃ⁀➷

#Cuddling w Marble Hornets Characters (Tim, Brian, Jay, Alex, Jessica.)

#Creeps with a mean child! reader (Jeff, Ben, Masky, Hoodie.)

#Creeps with a Bimbo! Reader (Nina & Cody)

#Creeps witnessing readers before shower makeup (Jeff, EJ, Ticci Toby, Nina, Kate the Chaser.)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

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clownk1n · 9 months

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Just some doodles for a fic im working on !! I wanted to do my own take on a mansion fic because that was my childhood!! But Im not sure if i want to do a proxy!reader or one where they mess with with something they shouldn't have, but we will see.

Another idea was there being a prologue about some reader character and world building and background, plus meeting characters, then making it a series with different options

Ex. Eyeless jack x reader, then proxies x reader poly fic, nina/cody/ej/reader, skully, nina/jeff/reader, and jane/clockwork/reader

But that also sounds like a lot of work</3

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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight¹

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut

sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar

⟶ wc. 1.8k

a/n: hii i couldn’t stop thinking about khonshu so here it is!! this was posted first on ao3 and will be onwardsss. the italics means khonshu is speaking inside your head whilst if dialogue means he’s actually talking outloud but of course only you can hear him anyways but for plot its what it is for now!! the structures kinda broken idk it uploaded weird but hope you enjoy!!!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

It wasn’t very easy to focus on writing this essay that you had due tomorrow, especially not if you had left it last moment and definitely not when you have a dead pigeon scowling at you as you ignored him.

His voice boomed through your head every second you had any thought of your own, he just kept interrupting all the focus and thoughts you had.

I’m serious, we must make haste. You sighed, rubbing your head. You continue to ignore him. You cannot ignore me all night, you are my moon knight, this is our deal.

You groan, throwing off your headphones against your couch. The music that could be heard from it echoed softly, and the bird looks at it with a tilted head.

“Couldn’t we just halt it for one night? You told me I could still live a normal life, this is a part of that normal life you promised me.”

Khonshu, the skully bird that you owed your life to scoffs, “Even if this thing you call an education of yours is a part of your normal life, the expectations of an avatar bestows it, above all else, you must devote yourself.”

You can’t roll your eyes much more, staring at the god who barely fit his head in your small apartment. He crouches slightly, his head nearly hits the roof and his staff is held at an angle. His cloak and bandages flow through non-existent wind, it is rather distracting.

He seemed unwilling to budge, you were used to it.

“Fine, can you wait thirty minutes?” You bargained, “Just thirty, okay?”

The God sighs, Sure, but do not make me wait much longer.

Khonshu practically breathes down your neck the entire time, down to every last second. The bird didn’t know much about personal space.

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The next day you felt awfully sore, your body was so goddamn sore. The ceremonial suit healed enough of your body but you couldn’t stay in it long enough, you were too tired and fell asleep. Now you were at your early shift working in a small cafe, having to put the brightest smile on your face right now as you mopped the floors.

“Right,” Your manager walked by calling out your name, “We’re one short today so you guys are going to have a handful of work, they’re on the board so, that’s all I have for you.”

Great, seems like a lot of people were calling in sick this week and well, taking their goddamn holidays at any sign of sunlight but then again, people do take advantage of England's lack of sun but fuck, an indie cafe on the streets of London was bound to be popular, especially as a niche shop with barely any seats. It didn’t matter much, most people just take their drinks to go─for some reason even though it would be much cheaper and faster somewhere like Costa but maybe it was the cute cup sleeves.

“Well fuck me,” Your shift partner groans, she leans on the top of her broom, “Hopefully they don’t ask us to work overtime, again!”

You laugh.

“Surely wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought you enjoyed working?” You said jokingly.

She places a finger on her lips, “Hush, I only say that to impress him.” She was referring to the manager that had just come by, she did after all have the hugest crush on him.

A presence behind you couldn’t ignore, why was he here? Right now. You turned to face him, trying your hardest to not yell at him right now, no one else sees him but you and well, you didn’t want to seem like a crazy person.

“Khonshu, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t come to my job.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he could hear you. The dead bird hums, looking around the room with his huge head bouncing about. His heavy feet and staff against the ground could only be felt and heard by you. His bandages wrapped around your arms slightly as he brushed past you to stare at your friend.

His beak almost touches her, and she flinches when he teleports back towards you, “Huh, did he just turn the ac on? It’s far too cold for ac today.”

“Maybe?” You answered quickly feeling uneasy, confused as to what Khonshu was trying to do. “I’ll check.”

She thanks you as you basically run off towards the counters, pretending to press buttons on the touchscreen heat control. Hoping that the God that has you wrapped around his fingers would come too.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him as he leans against the drinks station, brushing his fingers against the coffee machines.

Khonshu hums, his voice echoes out of his throat, “I was curious as to what my avatar gets to in the daytime, the time I never see her.”

You sigh, placing a hand on your hips, “I work, Khonshu. It’s either work or school, do you think I go around selling drugs or something?”

Khonshu sighs, “No.”

He’s direct, but quick with his words even though a lot of it was vague and confusing to you. A ding signals a customer and you pushed past his large frame, the cold and wrapped up body burned under your warm touch but you didn’t know that only he felt it.

Khonshu watches you. He watches his small avatar do her mundane tasks. His large body leans back on the counter, he sees you from behind as you served a customer. A young guy, your age, and attractive. He smiles for far too long, and practically giggles as you spoke.

You asked if he wanted any cookies or cakes, and he smiles asking you what you would recommend. Khonshu recognized this pattern, the flirting that all his other avatars had been through, experienced, or done themselves. This happened a lot to his very beautiful avatar and you always turned them down but for some reason, Khonshu felt a discomfort watching you smile and play along with his vile intentions.

Little bird, give that man his coffee before I make him drink it through a hole in his stomach. He sees you flinch, you turn to scowl at him and he feels good about it. You did as he said, taking the man’s money and making his drink as the man stands and awaits his drink.

You moved back to take the coffee grinds and put them in the machine, smacking Khonshu’s thigh as he was in the way which made the God move but he still stays sat, his large beak brushing some of your hair. Must he stand and watch your every move, I will take his eyes and feed them to your rat back home.

“Khonshu, he’s just waiting for his coffee, a lot of people just stand like that and he asked for takeaway so he’s not even staying here,” You glare at him, “And Luna is a cat! Not a rat.”

That cat looks like a rat, I cannot believe you named her after the moon even though she is a disgusting creature. Khonshu grumbles. Gosh, you weren’t going to argue with him right now about your cat. You knew that she was not the cutest looking to everyone but hell, she was to you, and just because she’s a hairless cat he calls her a rat.

“I thought Egyptians honored cats,” You ask, quietly.

Hmm, not one that looks like a rat. I had many cats, beautiful creatures with fur. At least he was a cat person but still doesn’t make it for the fact that he did hate your cat.

Khonshu breathes down your neck the entire time you made the hot drink, until the time you handed it back to the customer. He watches the man’s hands linger on yours for far too long, he wanted to snap his wrist and bend it behind his back beyond humanly possible.

“Keep the change,” The man says, smiling ear to ear. You thank him, and hopes for him to have a good day. Khonshu was confused as to why you would wish for such a vermin to have a good day.

“See, just a customer,” You put the extra cash into the tips jar, “No need to get jealous.”

Jealous? Do I reek of jealousy little bird? I’m only worried for my avatar’s safety whether it be physically or mentally, and that worm seemed like someone with a corrupted heart. I do not get jealous. Khonshu spat his voice booms in your head.

You hum, turning to face him with a note in your hands, smiling at him, “A worm that gave me his number.”

Give it to me, I will erase it from existence. He reaches but you dodged and crumbled it into a ball before shoving it in your back pocket.

You shake your head, biting your lip, “Nah, I’ll text him─let’s see if you get jealous.”

You will not. I forbid it. Khonsu practically shouts in your ears, you only chuckle and walk past him. He drops the end of his scepter onto the ground to get your attention, “Y/n, as my avatar you will listen to me. You are forbidden to act upon this desire─”

“Nothing in our deal suggests you controlling my sex life, Khonshu, now either leave or stand out of the way rush hour is about to start.”

Khonshu does stand out of the way for a couple of minutes before you feel cold fingers brush against the sides of your hips, it pushes you against the counter as you waited for the blender to finish. The cold fingers belonged to him of course, the boney beak brushes the edge of your sweater.

His fingers slip their way slowly into your back pockets and you were unable to stop him, the crumbled paper leaves your pocket quickly and disintegrates upon his touch.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks redden at his tight hold. You can’t possibly be feeling like this around him, especially not in public. God, you haven’t been touched in months and the closest thing to a man’s hand has you already this worked up, you needed to get laid.

You cleared your throat, “You going to stand behind me all day?”

If needs be, my little bird. Khonshu’s voice breaks through your core, down the pits of your stomach. I sense no discomfort in you, rather, something else but I don’t think you are ready for that conversation.

With that, he leaves you with your breath choked up in your throat and your heart racing. You were only broken out of your trance when the blender dinged and you continued your routine, fill the cup, hand it over and smile.

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#khonshu #khonshu smut #khonshu x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #khonshu fanfiction #khonshu fanfic #avatar!reader #📖 ⟶ fic. under our moonlight

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