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shadowofthelamp · 3 years

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Wrong

Zib's plan goes off without a hitch. There's no meddling alternates to stop it. Everything is perfect.

Or at least, it should be.

Sort of a sequel to both Best-Laid Plans and Oh Perfect Dib. It could follow either, just assume comic!Zim and Dib never stumbled into the Zimvoid. Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated both here and on ao3!

Warnings: Some violence, Zib kills Zims carelessly but without any graphic detail.

Wordcount: 2069

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He snapped his fingers. “Drone.”

“Yes, Number One?” Five’s wings fluttered as he stared at Dib with wide eyes.

“Report.”

“Two universal cleansings completed. Zims two and twelve have completed their missions. Seven and nine are waiting for your orders, sir.”

“Good, good.” Dib nodded at Five, who gave a single nod back before stepping back against the wall and looking down to the floor. He was a good little minion. About an inch taller than the average Zim. A good foot shorter than Two had been.

Why was he thinking of that? Two was gone. He’d fulfilled his purpose. There was no need for him anymore. There were literally thousands of other Zims that could take his place.

“Drone.”

“Yes, Number One?”

“Do you…” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

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He circled Five, boots squeaking on the shiny floor. Five stayed still as he could with only a mere involuntary twitch of his gossamer wings. Other than those, his antennae bent forward. Dib didn’t like that. They made it look like he wasn’t listening.

“Five, put yourself in line next, and find me a replacement second in command.”

Five’s eye twitched before he nodded.

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Fourteen was good. Dib liked Fourteen. He was a bit on the taller end but knelt down on one knee when addressing Dib, and was from some kind of medieval dimension. Very loyal so the virus had plenty to work with, meaning there was no delay in his responses.

He kept calling Dib ‘liege’ though, and while ‘Lord Dib’ was kind of nice, it also just struck him as a bit much. Plus the clanking of the armor got annoying and he made a whining noise when it came off when Dib wanted to do tests on him. (He did tests on his second in command a lot. It was more a matter of them being the one that was physically in the room than anything. Two had jumped at the chance even before the virus, and Dib had never dropped the habit.)

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Twenty-One wore a maid’s outfit. Dib wanted to keep that one just for laughs, but his chest felt funny when he bent over so he had him thrown out with the rest of the Elite.

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Nineteen, the skater Zim, had an obnoxious accent. Dib didn’t know where he’d picked it up from. He sent him out within the day.

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Three was literally an animal. Dib has no idea how it had gotten that high in the rankings other than the fact that Zims were morons, although the fact that it foamed at the mouth sometimes told him that it was probably just really violent. He had it incinerated instead of working for the cleansing plan, since it would probably muck things up anyway.

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Thirty-Two was…

Dib liked him. He wore a tutu, but other than sort of fluttering around as he walked, there wasn’t really anything that bothered Dib about him other than the fact that he was a Zim, and he thought that he was, unfortunately, getting pretty used to Zims by now, especially ones that obeyed his every whim.

“Your drink.” Thirty-Two was down on one knee, head down, and Dib scooped the soda up before setting a hand on Thirty-Two’s head. A rumble echoed around him and he looked up.

“Huh?”

Thirty-Two didn’t say anything, and Dib looked down, realizing that the head under his palm was vibrating slightly. He was purring. Dib blinked down at him, hand drifting to the side to stroke up at his antenna, and Thirty-Two leaned into the touch, purring louder. It sounded like a dying engine.

He had him replaced within the week.

He told himself that he just didn’t like the orange of his leotard, and that was good enough.

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Just because the only help he had was Zims didn’t mean he shouldn’t expect them to work perfectly well. He’d drained them of all that pesky resistance with the virus and their screw-ups generally disappeared with their control, so why did they keep driving him up the wall? They looked like Zims, but didn’t act like them, that should have been more than enough! He had an army now!

Dib tried surrounding himself with just the ones that weren’t irken, but their voices, even devoid of personality, rubbed a grater in his guts, shredding all the meaty bits up whenever they addressed him.

“Right away, Number One.”

“Of course, glorious Dib.”

“As you wish, sir.”

“You’ve got it-”

“Shut up!” Dib only realized when it left his hand that he’d chucked a piece of scrap metal at- he didn’t even know what number it was. It was some kind of vampire Zim, with a hooded cloak that hung over his eyes and the number collar. The Zim didn’t dodge, the metal smacking into him with a wet thud, and a moment later his eyeball popped out, pink blood trailing down his face. “Just shut up, I don’t want to listen to you, I don’t want to listen to any Zim. Zim, Zim Zim, there’s only you and I’m sick of it!”

The Zim didn’t say anything, and Dib’s fists balled up, nails digging into the soft flesh. He could feel the crescent dips from the last time he’d made fists, nails sharp enough to dig in and it hadn’t been enough time for the Pak to have healed them. He was getting annoyed more and more easily these days.

“Well? Going to take me insulting you?”

“You told me not to speak,” the Zim droned, cloak rustling as he shifted slightly. The eyeball was still dangling loosely from the optic nerve.

“Right. Right, I did do that…” He waved his hand. “Pop your eyeball back in.”

The Zim did.

"Tell me what you think of me."

"You're perfect and I'm honored to serve you, Dib." Blood kept dripping down his face, sliding under the cloak and out of sight.

He was sent off for the plan a few hours later. The fact that he was injured and that might affect his usefulness for the plan didn’t really cross Dib’s mind, he just wanted him gone for how he made something churn in his stomach. (Especially when he saw him from the corner of his eye.)

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None lasted for more than two days. Why would they? Dib had a very large supply of puppets to use, why would he waste time on any individual one that wasn’t measuring up? He deserved the best, after all.

(His left eye had started to develop a persistent twitch.)

He tweaked the programming, made them slightly less robotic. It was just for something to talk to. He was sacrificing his own time to help cleanse the universe, he should have someone to talk with, even if it wasn't very intelligent conversation. He was still talking to himself in essence, but it was a little less blatant, at least. It wasn’t like they had enough will left to pry away, especially not now that he was on the fourth iteration of the virus.

“What do you plan to do when this is done?”

“Hmm?” Dib pulled his goggles up from welding something on one of the newer ships. “Oh! That’s easy. I’ll just…” He trailed off, the confidence in his sentence dying in his throat. “I’ll find another universe to call home. Maybe I’ll find some cute ghost-hunting girl or something, I dunno.”

Zim- some kind of supervillain one, he had a cape- tilted his head to the side. “Ah. What would you want in a companion?”

“Easy. I’d want someone who listens to everything I say, but also has ideas of their own so I’m not just talking to a brick wall. Talented in combat and fun to spar with, I’d need that if I take them on paranormal expeditions. They have to put me first, I don’t want to be ignored ever again. It doesn’t even need to be a human, honestly- I’m sick of people, and all I have to do is take one of the ships and go into one of the cleansed dimensions. Maybe a vortian or something.” He patted the Voot he’d been fixing up.

“That makes sense, Number One. You would find someone who deserved you, I’m sure.”

The Zim gave a strained, programmed smile, and there was a flash of purple.

“So, what’s the plan when we’re ready?”

Dib’s heel bounced, toes settled down inside of the heavy metal Zim-suit as he shifted on his throne.

“I’ll be sending you all out to make things right. You’ll be changing everything, and conquering those inferior people.”

Two grinned. “Oooh, I can’t wait! It’s lucky I followed that signal here to you, Number One! Your training is shaping us all up, and I really feel like the statue out in the lobby is really helping raise morale. I’d follow you anywhere. You’re really doing something special, and I’m honored to be a part of it!”

Dib leaned forward, petting between Two’s antennae, and heard as much as he felt a purr rumble through his body. It took him a few minutes to pull away.

“Number One?” Zim sounded concerned, and Dib shook his head to clear it, the memory falling away like pixels in an etch a sketch.

He wasn’t concerned, though, was he? He had a program telling him to sound that way.

The same program that had told a thousand other Zims to march to their deaths for him.

Well, they were useful now, why should Dib care? A Zim lost was a world gained, a universe saved from irken tyranny! He was doing the right thing! There was a sharp pain in his temple, and Dib automatically aimed a gun at Zim, sure it was his fault, before realizing that he was tugging at his own hair spikes.

He shot Zim anyway.

It didn’t help.

(It didn’t help the next three times either, Zims walking in, falling back, and getting hauled off by the next one in line.)

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His chest ached as he hung over the balcony, watching the Zims toiling on the ships below. The murmur of noise as they repeated what they were supposed to be doing was a dull drone, making his ears antennae head hurt.

“Two would have done this better,” he muttered to himself as one of them ran into another, and then a chill ran up his spine.

Two had died months ago, why was he thinking of him now? He’d fulfilled his purpose. He’d done more than enough.

More than enough. He’d been throwing himself at Dib even before the virus, so eager for a leader but one of the only competent ones of the lot on his own, the leader of the elites but happily subservient to Dib nevertheless.

Dib had rewarded him by having him kill himself and every single member of his own filthy race. Saliva welled up in his throat, but he swallowed it down, claws nails clacking on the metal of the railing before gripping it tight enough to twist it beneath his palms.

“I was right,” he said aloud, staring down at the Zims working. They were practically a singular mass, none of them important enough to matter. He’d throw them all out into the void of space in a second. None of them had ever done anything worthwhile.

(None of them had spent months talking to him like Two had, complimenting and worshipping and admiring him, bringing him sodas when he coughed and making him laugh by frying the weaker Zims in the flamethrowers a few extra times.)

“I was right.” The words were a little louder this time. None of the Zims turned. They had more important things to do.

“I was right.” He’d just been following his plan, and it had worked, hadn’t it? Everything had been exactly as he’d imagined it would.

“I was right.” Two hadn’t even turned back when he’d sent him off. Why would he have? He was following orders, and the virus was flawless. Dib had complete control of everything. He still did. He was fine. It was fine. It was perfect!

“I was right.” He was right. He was perfect. He had done something good. He was right. He was right.

Right?

The metal in his fist crumpled like tissue paper as he stared down, down, down, and vomit welled up in his throat.

#zib #za2r #invader zim #shadow writes stuff #iz #iz blogging

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| caffeine | [chapter 5]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; oral(male receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, some name calling, masturbation, minor panty sniffing. 😈🥴Much like SE this doesn’t follow any of the drabble game posts/blurbs that precede it otherwise it also wouldnt make sense jkfhksh there are some similar plot points as one of the posts i made but its not directly related! 💕💕A bit of a shorter chapter this week but thank you for your continued interest~💕💕💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - x - x - x - x - x

True to your word, you find yourself at a SVT House party a few days later.

You wonder how any of them can even deal with the amount of people currently crammed into every square foot of the big house because you can barely keep it together. Minghao is nowhere to be seen, obvious. And Mingyu currently towers over everyone else in the kitchen where you stand; pouring liquor straight into Jihoon’s mouth. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, taking a sip of your own cup before you turn to exit the bustling kitchen.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or hated parties; it was more-so the crowd that really turned you off. Also the fact that SVT parties usually only ended when the law enforcement swung by and you typically did not want to be around when and if that happened. You really had to know how Minghao dealt with this.

“Whoa there baby, not so fast!”

An arm wraps around your waist and tugs you into their warm chest and you immediately spin around in their hold to see who the culprit is. “Um, can I help you?” He was definitely taller than you, had a beaming smile, and cute mole on his cheek.

“Yeah! You almost left without introducing yourself to me, cutie~”

There’s a laugh on his lips after and if you weren’t already involved with someone from SVT House, this guy would’ve definitely been your pick. “Why should I go first? You’re the one with your hands on me.” To your surprise, he lets go of you, backing up slightly to give you some space.

“Oops, sorry, haha, you’re right! My name’s Seokmin.” He smiles at you, extending a hand towards you which you take as you introduce yourself. “That’s a cute name! Say, you wanna get out of here?” You try to refrain from laughing, of course that was his goal. “It depends, where are you tryin’ to take me?” His smile turns into a smirk, eyes smoldering as he peers down at you. “Hmm, guess it depends where you wanna go? There’s a lot of rooms in this house, cutie. And I can take you to any of them.”

It’s at this exact moment you realize that everyone that’s part of SVT House apparently takes a course in flirting. “What do you say, baby? I could show you somethin’ new, if you’d like.”

“Actually, I think I have to have a word with her.”

The familiar voice has you turning to your side, meeting Wonwoo’s inquisitive stare as he brings his own cup to his lips. “Oh… okay. Nevermind! It was nice meeting you though!” Seokmin shares a look with Wonwoo before leaving, a pout on his lips before he exits.

“Wow, didn’t think I’d actually run into you here Wonwoo.”

The said male smirks, placing his empty cup down on the cluttered countertop before he starts to push you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. There’s a few people scattered about in the tight space, but thankfully more empty than the kitchen had been.

“I live here. Why wouldn’t I be here, princess?”

“I mean, Minghao tells me he usually stays in his room when you guys have parties… I just assumed you were the same or something.”

Wonwoo leads you to a restroom in the hallway, gently pushing you in before he turns to lock the door. “Oh? Think I’m a goody two shoes even after everything I’ve done to you? You’re too kind, sweetheart.” He backs you into the countertop, arms caging you in as he stares down at you.

“No, I never said that. Trust me, I know you’re not.”

Wonwoo tells you that his room is off limits when you ask. That it’s a luxury you need to earn before he takes you there. You pout at him at first, but you accept it for what it is. For now.

Instead, he pushes you down onto your knees, hands immediately flying to the waistband of his jeans to undo the button. You watch him, hands already behind your back as you try to get as comfortable as you could with the rug digging into your kneecaps.

“Your little show the other day was real cute, princess. We should do that more often when you don’t show up to see me. I always miss your tight cunt, baby.”

You nod up at him, eyes focused on his half hard cock coming into view when he pushes his jeans and underwear down enough. “But for now, I want you to suck me off with that slutty ‘lil mouth of yours. And no hands.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wonwoo guides his cock to your mouth, tapping the head of it on your cheek before he drags it across to your lips. You part your lips, welcoming his cock into your mouth as you begin sucking on the head. Groans spill out of his mouth as he watches you; his left hand still guiding his cock into your mouth as his right hand goes straight for your hair. He threads his fingertips through your hair, pulling on it enough to get you moaning around him.

Little by little, you take more and more of Wonwoo’s cock into your mouth until he’s deep throating you. And you can feel him getting harder and harder in your mouth as you hollow out your cheeks around him.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fucking small… You’re so good at sucking my cock.”

By now, he already has both of his hands in your hair, holding you still as he thrusts into your mouth. You rub your thighs together, moaning around him when you feel how wet you are. “Mmh, I know how much you want me to take you upstairs and fuck your pretty cunt open. You only get that if you’re a good girl, y’know?” He lets out a heartless laugh, continuing to use your mouth to get off.

You whimper around him, eyes teary as you look up at him. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to that eventually.” He thrusts into your mouth particularly hard as you sputter around him. You know for sure you already look like a complete mess, eye makeup smeared and spit and precum dribbling down your chin. There’s a vague noise which sounds like knocking coming from the other side of the door and it reminds you that there’s an entire crowd of people just outside.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Be good and swallow it all for me, okay?” You nod slightly, relaxing your throat as he picks up the pace; the hands tangled in your hair tighter than before.

The knocking gets quicker and louder just as Wonwoo cums, a faint ringing in your ears as you swallow down all of the warm liquid. You can feel some of it dripping down your chin as he continues to shallowly thrust into your mouth, riding out his orgasm.

He lets go of your hair as he braces himself on the countertop above you, catching his breath as he stares down at you. You finally use your hands to brace yourself against his thighs, cleaning his cock with your mouth.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” Your throat feels impossibly sore; giving Wonwoo head after drinking earlier was probably not the best idea. “T-thank you, sir…”

“Hey! What the fuck is going on in there!?”

Right. The knocking.

Wonwoo gives you enough space to stand, legs shaky as you try to wipe off the cum drying on your chin while simultaneously trying to smooth down your messy hair. He tucks himself back into his underwear before he zips his jeans up, looking just as normal as ever. You check yourself in the mirror, only to find your lips swollen and eyes red from crying. There’s no way whoever is on the other side of the door won’t know; you just hope they’re too drunk to notice.

Despite the knocking, Wonwoo cages you against the sink again, tilting your head up to meet him in a searing kiss. It tastes like alcohol and cum, but he doesn't seem to mind. He drags a hand up your naked thigh, pushing the skirt you were wearing up until he can run his fingertips over your covered slit.

When he breaks away from the kiss, his lips ghost over yours, a smirk on the edge of them. “Take off your panties for me.”

“H-huh?”

“I can feel how wet they are and I want them.”

You decide to let him, letting him drag the wet material down your thighs until you step out of them. He brings the soaked material to his face before smelling them, moaning as he does. Wonwoo pockets them right after, just as the knocking becomes unbearable.

When Wonwoo thinks you’re decent, he sidesteps you to open the door, revealing Seokmin on the other side.

“Fuck, are you serious? Should’ve just said you had dibs, bro. Anyway, party’s over man, someone broke Soonyoung’s gundam in the living room and he’s raising hell and jumping onto the tabletops. I think they need you.” Wonwoo doesn’t reply, instead wrapping a hand around your wrist as he drags you out of the restroom and back into the hallway.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.” You watch as he turns and starts walking away, surely to take care of whatever is going on in the living room. The stickiness between your legs is unbearable now that there wasn’t anything keeping it inside your panties, but you just need to get home so you can take care of it. Leaving yourself a mental note to send pics of yourself to Wonwoo later. He’d surely punish you for touching yourself without his permission, but you’d deal with that later.

“Hey, you gonna be okay? It’s kinda late to walk back. But I can walk you back if you want?” Seokmin comes up behind you, arm braced against the wall.

“Huh? No, it’s okay. I’ll, um, get a taxi or something. It’s not that far.”

“Okay. Might wanna text your dick appointment when you get in, though. That guy may not seem like it but he worries.”

That night when you get in, it’s a quick race to get undressed before your legs are spread on your bed.

Your idea of letting Wonwoo know you’re fine is sending him pictures of your state of undress and videos of you thrusting your dildo into your wet pussy. You even take the time to send him some audio clips where he can hear your whimpers and your wetness while you play with your toy.

You imagine it’s Wonwoo’s hands all over your body and Wonwoo’s cock deep inside of you. You even take the time to edge yourself twice; imagining it’s him making you whine and wait. His deep laugh and filthy praise on your mind when you cum hard; back bowing off the sheets as you cry out.

There’s a satisfied sigh on your lips when you slide the toy from inside of you, tiredness settling in when you sit up to get cleaned off. Getting off alone was fine, but it definitely wasn’t the same as actually fucking Wonwoo.

You were definitely going to the library tomorrow.

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

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redhoodssweetheart · 4 years

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Common Enemy (2/??)

Genre: Angst with an eventual happy ending, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers

Relationship: Jason Todd x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Angst, blood mention, swearing

Description: Red Hood doesn’t seem to trust you and you don’t get why. He’s a complete ass to you, but you’re determined to prove him wrong and show him that you deserve to be a hero like Batman and the others.

A/N: I’m kinda back! I finished the book I was trying to finish and now I’m going to try and work on my fics that need updates and such. I might not start taking requests for a bit, but I am open to suggestions on things that y’all would like to see!

The sunshine warmed your face as you headed down the street toward your favorite coffee shop. Fall was fast approaching and you wanted to enjoy the last vestiges of summer for a long as you could before the bitter cold of winter came. You had decided that today was going to be a good day. You had managed to wake up on time, your boss had let you go early, and tonight you were going to Wayne Manor to have game night with your boys.

You weren’t sure when they had become yours but they were family to you now.

As you approached the coffee shop you peered in through the window and saw Tim standing in line with someone slightly taller than him. You could see Tim’s profile as he spoke to the man beside him, but you couldn’t see the others face. Just slightly long, black hair and broad shoulders. You squinted, there was something familiar about the man and that was when he turned his body shaking with laughter.

The air seemed to leave your lungs as you beheld the man under the Red Hood façade.

Jason fucking Todd.

You thought he was dead. Everyone had heard the story about how Bruce Wayne’s son had been killed. How was he here? How was he Red Hood? You backed away from the window, your mouth hanging open as the sounds of the busy city around you melted away to a dull ringing in your ears.

Tim and Jason must have felt your eyes on them because they turned and saw you gaping at them. Before they could react you turned and ran down the street, pushing past other pedestrians.

For the better part of a year, you had wondered who was behind the mysterious Red Hood. For a year you had been harassed by Jason Todd. You paused around the corner of the building and leaned against it, your eyes falling shut and letting out a puff of breath.

“And why are you running away from me, sweetheart?” Your eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. He was standing before you, one arm braced against the wall, his green eyes peering down at you, a smirk on his face.

You frowned, “I wasn’t running from you.”

His smirk only seemed to grow at the lie that tumbled from your lips, “Are you sure about that?”

Tim caught up just as you pushed Jason back. “Y/N!” He said as he pulled you away from Jason. He could see the murderous intent in your eyes. “Come on, let’s go get some coffee and leave Jay here to his next task.” You didn’t miss the way Tim glared at his brother.

“What’s the rush, Timmy? I didn’t get my coffee either, maybe I’ll join you,” you wanted to punch that stupid smirk right off his face.

“Listen here Todd,” you spat as you pointed a finger at him.

“Y/N,” Tim tugged you back, he knew that you and Jason had a less than stellar relationship when you only knew him as Red Hood, but he wondered what things would be like now that you realized who Red Hood actually was.

You shook Tim off, “You know what, Tim? I’m not really in the mood for coffee right now. I’ll take a raincheck and we can have some on another day when you aren’t out for brotherly bonding time.” Jason’s eyes never left yours as you spoke, and his smirk didn’t go anywhere either. “And I’ve suddenly felt a headache coming on so I don’t think I’ll be able to make game night either.”

“Y/N,” Tim sounded dejected as you stormed off. He turned to his brother. “Do you really have to antagonize them like that, Jay?”

Jason’s eyes followed you until you disappeared around the corner of a building. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Timmy.” Then he headed back toward the coffee shop with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. “You coming or what?”

Tim let out a defeated sigh and hurried to catch up to Jason.

Night had fallen and you were curled up on your couch in your favorite PJs watching a movie on Netflix when you heard tapping at your window. Expecting it to be Damian or Tim come to check on you, you paused the movie and went to check. Instead, you were greeted by the man who had become a pain in your ass.

“What the fuck do you want, Todd?” You asked as you shoved open the window to let him in.

He maneuvered himself through the window and pulled off his hood, “I came to check up on you, sweetheart. Seemed kinda mad when you left earlier.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I wonder why.”

He made a tsking sound, “You don’t have to be so hostile toward me. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Friends!” You spluttered as he moved deeper into your apartment. “Where the hell did you get that idea? Because if memory serves me correctly you once told me that I was nothing but an attention seeker who wanted to become a masked vigilante for the fame.”

He hopped over your couch and put his feet up on the table stealing some of the snacks you had laid out. “And? I didn’t know you. I didn’t trust you. Who’s to say you weren’t just after fame from becoming a masked superhero?”

“You never gave me a chance to prove you wrong!” You cried in outrage.

Jason looked at you and for a moment you wished you could see his green eyes again behind the domino mask. “You weren’t family, I didn’t have to trust you or even give you a chance.”

You placed your hands on your hips, “What’s it going to take for you to trust me, Red?”

He paused, a piece of popcorn halfway to his mouth, “Who says that I don’t trust you?”

“You haven’t really shown me that you do, so I’m assuming you still don’t trust me,” you said.

“Why’d you go after Damian alone the other night?” He asked, changing the subject on you.

“Because he needed help and I wasn’t about to leave him alone to the Joker,” you said without hesitation.

“Suit up, there’s something I want to show you,” he instructed.

“I’m not a dog, you can’t just order me around,” you shot at him, but curiosity was getting the better of you and you headed for your bedroom.

Jason's hood was already back on when you exited from your bedroom and you followed him out the window into the dark night of Gotham. The two of you leapt from roof to roof until you made it back to the circus where Joker had been hiding out. Most of it had been burnt to the ground or cleared out by the GCPD.

“Did the others ever tell you what happened to me?” He asked as he strode forward. No one was here, the Joker had gotten away and wouldn’t risk coming back to this spot now.

You followed after him heading into the big top which was half lying in ruin from the fire. “No, they didn’t,” you wondered where he was going with this.

“I didn’t actually die like the papers said. No one could know how I actually died,” the last word came out bitter and you could still hear some vestiges of pain in his voice. “Joker had captured me one night, beat me within an inch of my life with a crowbar. He laughed the entire time, like the sick son of a bitch he is. Before Batman could get to me the building Joker had left me in blew up.” Your eyes widened and you bit your lip to keep from gasping. “Ra’s, he… he brought me back. I was different, still am if I’m being honest.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked him softly.

He turned to you, and you wished that you could see his face, see the look that was hidden beneath the red metal helmet. “The night we met the others told me what had happened to you. I still didn’t trust you, but I will begrudgingly admit that I trust you now. And I want your help tracking Joker down.”

“I’m not going to kill him,” you said. You knew what type of justice that the Red Hood usually dished out and you weren’t going to be a part of that. “I don’t play that way.”

“I know,” he said, nodding slightly. “And I wouldn’t ask that of you. But I want this psycho off the streets and I know that you do as well. Help me stop him, after all, he is our common enemy.”

You know what it meant for Jason to be offering this to you. The olive branch he was extending to you. “If I agree I want you to stop treating me like I’m an outsider. I’ve proven my worth and I won’t stand around and be bullied by you.”

“Sweetheart, trust me I wouldn’t dream of bullying you.”

You lifted your chin and said, “All right. I’m in. Where do we start?”

There was a banging on your door and you groaned as you pulled your pillow over your head to muffle the sound. Whoever it was would go away eventually and you could get back to sleep. “Sweetheart get your ass up!” At the sound of Jason’s voice, your eyes popped open and you sat up straight.

What the hell was he doing here?

Better yet, why the hell was he here?

You got up and quickly pulled the door open before your nosey, older neighbor called the landlord on you, or tried to come out and converse with Jason. God forbid she ask him if he was your boyfriend. If that happened you were pretty sure you’d rather the floor open up and swallow you whole.

“I didn’t realize that having a truce with you would mean you would wake me up at the asscrack of dawn, Todd,” you said by way of greeting.

That cocky grin was back and this time your heart did things in your chest. Well, that was weird. “Can’t friends share breakfast?” He held up a bag from McDonald’s and you eyed it, your stomach grumbling as the smell of food hit you. His grin only seemed to grow when he heard it.

“Fine, but I get first dibs of whatever you’ve got in there,” you snatched the bag away and left him to close the door behind him. “But seriously why are you here?”

He pulled out a chair at your kitchen table and took a seat waiting for you to finish rifling through the bag and getting out whatever you wanted. “Thought with our newfound friendship and all I could come over and bring breakfast. Plus extend an invitation to game night since you called out last night.”

You passed him the bag and asked what he wanted to drink. “Is that the only reason?” You peered at him over the refrigerator door.

“Maybe I wanted to see what you looked like first thing in the morning, sweetheart.” That made you choke on your own spit and had him chuckling. “Something wrong?”

“Asshole,” you shot. “I’m not up for flirting today, Todd so spit it out or get lost.”

He shrugged and dug into his breakfast, “Maybe I just wanted to hang out.”

“Most people call first,” you grumbled as you also started eating.

“Really then why am I always seeing memes about best friends showing up at one another’s apartments and houses?”

“I’m sorry did I miss the announcement in the paper where it said we had become best friends?” You were grinning at him now wondering where he got this much bravado from.

“Would you like me to put an announcement in the paper because I just gotta call someone at the Gotham Times and it's done,” he looked so serious that you couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Are all the Waynes dramatic like this? Is it just a family trait that I will somehow inherit from how much time I am spending with you all?”

“Dramatic? Sweetheart, I will have you know that most people would find me incredibly charming,” he said with mock hurt.

You hummed and stood from the table, clearing away your dirty dishes, “I have yet to see the charm.”

“Well apparently I haven’t been trying hard enough to charm you,” he had leaned back in his chair. “Maybe I should take you out and give you the full Jason Todd experience.”

You scoffed, “I don’t know, cheap beer at a dive bar and ride on your motorcycle doesn’t really sound all that appealing when I can just do that exact same thing with Dick.” You were taunting him now, liking this new version of banter the two of you were sharing.

It was so different from your usual banter and it had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Oh sweetheart, I have a few tricks up my sleeves.” He stood and boxed you in, his arms on either side of you, trapping you against the counter. “So what do ya say? You. Me. A date this coming Friday. I’ll show you just how well I can sweep you off your feet.”

You weren’t going to back down from this. It was a challenge, “How about we make a little wager, Todd?”

His eyes lit up with intrigue, “Name your price.”

“If I don’t have a good time you have to clean my suits for a month.” That was your least favorite job when you got home from patrol, especially if you or someone else had bled on your suit.

“All right and if I win and you do enjoy yourself I get an undisclosed favor.”

“Deal,” and with the bet in place the two of you shook on it.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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duude that femme bitchy steve au!!! what about him pretty much knowing billy digs him, so he does all this sexual stuff on purpose for billy to watch and even sits on billy’s lap and grinds himself on him because that’s how steve is. billy’s gonna fucking die, but before that he needs to get his dick wet with stevie.

Smut

Part 2 to this

Steve Harrington was a fucking force to be reckoned with.

Billy was almost never knocked off his game, but then again, he doesn’t think he has ever come across anyone like Steve.

His confidence rivaled Billy’s to a T, was actually kind of intimidating at times.

After that first day, when Steve had looked him up and down, and called fucking dibs on him, Steve had made true to his claim.

Billy found himself absorbed into the group of seniors, found himself being constantly touched by Steve.

And apparently, word had spread that Billy Hargrove was off-limits. Girls would stare at him giggle behind their hands as he passed, but would clam up if he tried to flirt with them, would cast nervous glances at Steve, who was never very far away.

And then came the party.

It was Billy’s first since moving to Hawkins, a rager at Steve’s big house. Tommy had once told him Steve’s parents were almost never home and he threw lots of parties.

“He lets us all crash, and makes breakfast in the morning if we clean up.”

So Billy was dodging out of his house at ten, showing up to Steve’s house in full swing.

He pushed through the crowd, finding Carol in the kitchen. She pulled him into a hug, shoving a drink in his hand.

“Where’s Steve?” He had to practically yell in her ear.

“He never comes to a party before eleven. Even if it’s his own.” She rolled her eyes, making a comment that sounded vaguely like Great Gatsby wannabe motherfucker.

So Billy had about half an hour to kill before he saw Steve, so he figured, might as well get fucking drunk.

He was laughing with Tommy and some other seniors he didn’t care to know the names of, all sitting on the nice couches in one of Steve’s living rooms, because his house has two. Tommy’s eyes drifted to look at the stairs, rolling exaggeratedly.

Billy turned, his mouth going fucking dry as he saw Steve.

He was going down the stairs, was staring over the party like he was fucking above it all. His makeup was dark and perfect. He was in a tight little dress, and fucking heels, was steady as he came down the stairs, stepping sideways in the black boots.

He towered over everyone, the heels were probably six or seven inches, with a big platform. They just made him look even more untouchable, even more terrifyingly beautiful. He swept through the party to where Billy was sitting, smirking down at him and Tommy.

“You are a fucking drama queen,” Tommy shouted up at him.

“And what about it?” Billy caught a whiff of some perfume, light and pretty, but with a zing of spice through it. Expensive.

“Just thought you should know.” Steve slapped Tommy’s chest, moving to plop himself right on Billy’s lap, sitting with both legs tossed over to one side.

He was fucking warm on Billy.

He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, smirking at Billy’s hand on the soft skin of his thigh.

Billy didn’t know whether Steve would think he was gross for getting hard while he’s sitting on his lap, or if he’d be offended if he didn’t.

He leaned closer into Billy’s space.

“Are you having a good time?”

“I am now.”

Billy knew how to do this. How to smile all lazy and make his voice go deep.

But Steve, Steve likes to throw curve balls. He tugged at the hem of the tight black dress, crossing his knees primly. It fell to about his mid thigh.

“Have to be careful. I’m not wearing anything underneath this.”

Billy choked.

“It’s so tight, didn’t want anything disrupting the line of the dress.” He looked demurely back at Billy, making his doe eyes all wide, innocent.

Billy didn’t know what to fucking say, was just trying not to picture Steve naked, Steve naked on his lap, Steve naked on his bed, Steve pulling up the hem of the skirt and sitting right on his dick, here in front of everyone-

But then Steve winked at him, sliding off his lap to take one of the other boys by the hand.

He danced with the guy, some senior Billy wanted to fucking punch, for no reason other than how Steve was grinding against him.

They were front to front, and the guy had his hands on Steve’s ass.

He had obviously picked the biggest meathead douche there, as Steve was only about two or three inches taller than him in the black heels.

And then he turned, eyes heavy and sultry, staring Billy down as he danced, as he let the douchebag mouth and lick up his neck.

He turned back, kissing the guy sloppy, and picked up the hem of his dress, tugging it up just a bit in the back, just enough for Billy to see some asscheek.

Billy thought he was gonna go fucking brain dead at the sheer speed of all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.

Steve pushed the dress back down when the song began thumping into another one, pushing the guy lightly, just enough to know that’s all he would be getting with King Steve tonight.

He made his way past Billy.

“I need to fix my makeup. Come upstairs with me.”

Billy did not need to be told twice, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled to follow Steve up the stairs. His eyes were glued to his ass, swaying slightly in front of him as he climbed.

Steve opened a door a little way down the hall, locking it behind Billy when he nervously came in. He watched as Steve reapplied some of his smeared lipstick, cleaning up what had been disturbed by the guy tongue fucking his mouth.

Billy took a seat on the bed, looking around Steve’s room.

It was painted white, and he had string lights hung up around the ceiling. One wall was covered in pictures and Polaroids of him and his little gang. Billy smiled at the picture framed on Steve’s bedside table, Tommy, Carol and Steve, all with their arms thrown around one another. They couldn’t’ve been older than seven.

Billy felt the bed shift next to him.

“That was the first day of first grade. I’ve known those two since I was tiny. I think I met Tommy when I was like, a week old, or something.” Billy put the frame down, turning to Steve.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Steve had threaded one hand into his hair, was licking into his mouth, kissing him fervently. He swung one leg over, straddling Billy’s lap.

Billy ran his fingers up Steve’s soft thighs, pushing under the dress. He fucking groaned as he felt his ass. He wasn’t lying.

“See? Told you. No panties.” Billy dug his fingers in, getting fistfuls of his ass.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Steve pushed him back a little, laughing as he wiped at the lipstick that had smeared onto Billy.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” And then he shoved Billy back until he was laying on the bed, fingers going for the remaining buttons on his shirt. “I see how you always look at me. Like you can’t fucking wait to split me open on your cock.” Billy was breathing heavily as Steve brushed long fingers down his now exposed torso, digging manicured nails into his pecs. “I can make that happen for you. You want that, Baby? Want me to ride your dick all night?”

Billy was used to having control in the bedroom, was usually the one to make the first move, would flirt with cute boys until they got flustered and blush, and then would pound them into the mattress.

But that’s not to say he’s opposed to this.

“Fuck yeah, I want that. You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, bouncing on my cock.” Steve smiled at him, pressing lipstick kisses to his chest as he undid Billy’s jeans.

He pulled out Billy’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he reached into the bedside table, opening the condom with his teeth, and rolling it on. He shifted, hovering over Billy’s dick, ready to sink down.

“Wait,” Billy grabbed his hips. “Don’t you need, lube, prep? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Steve smiled softly at him, and then rammed himself down, taking all of Billy’s cock in on go.

Billy choked out a moan, his eyes going wide.

“Fingered myself while I was getting ready.” He was fussing with the tight hem of the dress, pulling it over his hips, over his hard cock. “Thought about you, and made myself cum twice.”

He rose up, Billy scrambling to grab his hips, hold onto fucking something as he dropped back down, smirking down at Billy as he started to ride.

He was relentless.

“I think about this all the time. I-ah-I fuck myself with one, one a my toys, and think of you.” Billy arched his back, moaning loudly.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Billy got his feet settled on the floor, started bucking his hips up to meet Steve.

He tossed his head back, jerking the hair out of his face.

“You really think you’re the first to tell me that?” Billy swatted at his ass.

“Brat.”

Steve fucking laughed at him, planted his hands on billy’s chest, and went to fucking town.

Billy’s brain shorted the fuck out.

He had no thoughts in his little mind outside of SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve.

He trailed one hand over his hip, going for Steve’s cock, jerking him in time with the rough pace he set on Billy’s dick.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Little tighter.” Billy tightened his grip, made Steve moan and whine.

“Make the prettiest fucking sounds.” He didn’t really know what he was saying, figured by the way Steve was fluttering around him, that he was close. “Wanna watch you cum. Gonna be fucking gorgeous.” His hand was flying on Steve’s dick, trying to get him closerclosercloser.

“Watch the dress. This was expensive.”

And then Steve shuddered, and clenched around Billy as he came, covering Billy’s chest in spunk.

He took a moment to catch his breath, going right back to fucking himself on Billy’s cock, squeezing him tight.

Billy groaned as he spilled out into the condom, hips bucking into Steve.

He fell flat against the soft bed, let himself melt into it as Steve got off of him, throwing away the condom.

Billy finally sat up to see Steve looking in the full-length mirror, re-situating his dress. He looked at himself from the side, smoothing both hands down his stomach, up over his ass.

He turned to look at Billy.

“Come crash up here tonight. We can do that again.” He grinned at Billy, disappearing behind the door, heading back to the party.

Billy flopped back on the bed, grabbing one of Steve’s pillows and screaming into it.

He was so fucked.

#steve wearing Pleaser heels is my religion #they would make his legs look so LOOONG #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #lemons #bitchy steve au #lol #steve just wants to get dicked #billy's got a heartboner for him tho #private post

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Invader Zim: Taller Tales of Terror - The First Fic That Wasn’t

This was going to be my first fanfiction that I ever published, but things came up and I found other story ideas and fandoms to get into. However, because there’s nothing I hate more than leaving a story untold and forgotten.

So like a writer jilted by a big name studio working on a big superhero movie that went terribly wrong after they left, I’m going to share it with you good folks to see if you still think there’s hope for it in some capacity. If so maybe I’ll choose to revive it in some capacity, or one of you kind folks can adopt it. Whatever you think of the once untold tale I’m about tell you, I hope you enjoy it.

The fic would have been either a mini-series/anthology or a movie-esque sequel—or two—to Enter the Florpus.

It would have followed the stranger further misadventures the kids would go on as teenagers, all of which have at least something to do with getting taller, literally or metaphorically.

Although I'd do my best to recreate the series' darkly comic tone, there'd be more to the story than just that. I'd like to do a sort of character study with my fanfics and explore what they would do as they got older, how they would change if they could change, if they'd mature and try to connect with each other more, or if they really do just hate each other. It'd be like a coming-of-age story but done in the style of Invader Zim.

But don’t be fooled, folks! It's not going to be one of those big dramatic fanfics with high stakes (nor any smut) thrown in. At it's core it's still just a fun, dumb, mildly disturbed "What if?" sort of fic. There would be a bit more emphasis on character and plot than normal, because I do love me a good character-driven plot, but still plenty of room for (what I hoped would feel like) the usual weird dumb creepy fun that original series excelled at.

The story is set in basically the same continuity (or at least the closest thing to a continuity that can exist in Invader Zim) as the show and comics. The only difference is that the Battle of Meekrob actually happened—but not really.

Long backstory short, there was a big showdown between the Irken Armada and the Meekrob-allied Resisty, but Zim and Dib missed it because a food fight got them stuck in detention. Zim tried to get Skoodge (who was rooming with him at the time because the scrapped Season 2 episodes were sorta canon here) to cover for him until her got there, while Dib tried to get Gaz to take Tak’s ship to provide support against the Irken. By the time they got out, however, the battle was over, Gaz blew the whole thing off to get a new game, Skoodge and some other Invader became the war hero Zim always aspired to be, and The Almighty Tallest decided to cancel Operation Impending Doom 2 because after the big exciting space battle they felt like they couldn’t top anything after that. Suffice to say, Zim took it pretty hard. Dib however would have seen this as something of a win since Zim still failed in a sense. Albeit it was a very anticlimactic win, even to him.

The actual story would have taken place about 5 years after the Battle of Meekrob, where Zim, Dib, and Gaz have made it to high school (or “hi-skool” as this is the Invader Zim universe, after all). Setting wise, things haven't changed much but the characters have made a few surprising or not-so-surprising developments. The most important of all, so important that it would be the focus of the entire story, in fact! would have been Zim developing a brand-new disguise utilizing an exoskeleton, based partially on the Almighty Tallest, in attempt to make him look like a normal teenager AND impress superiors. Naturally, things go horribly yet amusingly wrong for everyone involved.

Now just where and what has everyone been up to/going through in those five years? Here’s a rundown:

-Zim spent those 5 years obsessing over his crushing failure, begging the Tallest to give him another chance, which they refused every time. Being stuck on a planet of smelly, stupid, and increasingly annoying creatures for so long without any real victories has left him bitter and frantic with more shmoopiness than usual. Even the little "VICTORY FOR ZIM!" moments he used to have got harder and harder to come by. By the time he reached high school, he was so messed up he didn’t realize his classmates had all had growth spurts until Dib easily overpowered him in one of their petty fights and points it out to the whole school. Thus, leading to the new exoskeleton and subsequent schemes to redeem himself in the eyes of the Tallest while looking normal in the eyes of his human classmates. Unfortunately, due to his desperation and general lack of understanding about the human body, the exoskeleton comes out looking like a lanky robotic nightmare with clawed fingers that jerks around like a big cybernetic marionette.

-Dib meanwhile has been doing slightly better. He and his paranormal research are still looked down upon, but he's persevered through the hope that someday he'll prove he's right. After (indirectly) stopping Zim from joining the Battle of Meekrob, Dib got a small confidence boost, thinking of it as a big step to exposing for Zim real now that he’s effectively trapped on Earth with him now. Although, following a rather blunt intervention from his family, he's started thinking about what he’ll do with himself once Zim is gone. He still hates his guts and he's still hellbent on beating him, but he's also started getting out more and trying to socialize more—however awkward his attempts may be. That he's also gotten taller and his head isn't quite as big compared to the rest of his body has been good for his self-esteem too. But make no mistake—when he's not going for runs, working shifts at his dad’s lab, or looking into a “totally normal” science major, he's toiling away on improving his array of anti-Zim strategies and defenses.

-Gaz is doing pretty good but she is totally done with Zim and Dib's junk. Although she's still her old apathetic self, she's doing everything in her power to broaden her horizons so she doesn't end up in the same, stupid rut that they ended up in. She would have gotten into indie art and game development; although her work is still fairly obscure, it's quickly gaining attention for it's macabre, edgy, punishing and geeky nature. (Imagine the works of Jhonen Vasquez, Toby Fox, Hidetaka Miyazaki, and Hideki Kamiya mashed together.) She also participates in e-sports tournaments on occasion, if only because crushing countless so-called “gamers” brings her amusement. Her psychic powers have also gotten stronger with her age, and she likes to experiment with them whenever she can—usually when somebody really annoys her. She's doing fine in the story until, after a run-in with a certain unkillable spoiled brat at an e-sports tournament, sends her over the edge and she trashes the place in a Carrie-esque episode. This gets her sent to anger management therapy, and now she's trying to find a way out to avoid sitting through an endless slog of "sappy" sessions.

-Gir would still be insane.

-Minimoose would still be the ultimate techno-lifeform Minimoose.

-Zim's Computer is still tired.

-Prof. Membrane is still the greatest and most powerful scientist who ever lived but he’s also trying to make time for his family more and mentoring Dib to be the successor to his legacy he always thinks he was meant to be. That is if is experimental new immortality machine doesn’t work out. May or may not have to fend off Clembrane whenever he comes to visit.

-The Almighty Tallest are still living content, tyrannical lives. They didn't take canceling Operation Impending Doom 2 very hard because, as it turns out, they just got bored with it after a while. (Of course, Zim's repeated interference didn't help keep their spirits up either). However, they'd come up with the perfect plan to obtain absolute control of the universe AND get the feeling back: by making Operation Impending Doom 3 a thing and setting up a huge hype campaign for it. Thing go pretty well for them until Zim calls them and tells them about his new exosuit. They believe that Zim is trying to make himself look like a Tallest so he can lead a rebellion against them and get revenge for treating him like garbage. (He's not, obviously, but they're too dumb and paranoid to realize this.) So, they pretend that they're ok with it and let him carry on his merry way while they figure out how to dispose of him without making him look like a martyr figure of some sort, thus giving the other Irkens they mistreated any ideas.

-Tak would show up again in the second half and this is where it gets spoiler-y. She would come to Earth on the Tallest’s orders with a squad consisting of a reformatted Mimi, rogue SIR units, as well as Tenn and Skoodge who she had recruited to aid in her vendetta against Zim. She would subsequently reveal that after drifting through space in an escape pod, she crashed landed on Meekrob just as the battle was about to begin, and using the element of surprise, rescued Tenn from captivity and assisted Skoodge and the Tallest in devising a battle strategy so brilliant that it crushed the Resisty and Meekrob’s alliance and earned her the status of Irken Elite. She grew comfortable in her new position but could never get over her fear that Zim would eventually ruin it all again, so she waited and prepared for the day she would strike back. I don’t know how or if she would adopt an updated disguise (perhaps a hologram of her older humansona projected over her, Tenn, and Skoodge standing on top of her shoulders?) or hide in the shadows while Tenn, Skoodge, Mimi and the berserk SIR squad did her dirty work.

-Skoodge would have gone from aspiring to be Zim’s friend to being his worst enemy after Tak turned him to her side by digging into his past with him, making him realize how little his supposed old friend cared about him. Despite this he still keeps an unusually cheerful disposition—even repeatedly apologizing to Zim whenever he attacks him—and acts as the heart of Tak’s squad. He thinks of them as his real friends, so he always goes out of his way to help them out or keep the energy up. Even though Tak looks down on him because of his size, she appreciates his gullibility and unquestioning loyalty. Tenn just thinks he’s nice, especially since he’s good at keeping the SIRs in check.

-Tenn has recovered from the traumatic escapades she endured on Meekrob at the hands of the rogue SIR units and imprisonment under the enemy, returning to her usual competant Invader self—something Tak values quite a bit in an armada largely composed of egomaniacs and morons. Tenn values Tak’s companionship even more, viewing her as a conquering hero who not only won the most important battle of Irken history, but also, her heart. …Not she’ll ever act on her feelings. That would inconveniance the mission! (Although Skoodge has picked up on this and gladly supports her, thinking they’d make an adorable couple.) After investation revealed that Zim was supposed to receive the rogue SIR units instead of her while he trashed the Megadoomer that was rightfully assigned to her, she bought into Tak’s view that Zim’s very existence was a threat to all Irkenkind, gladly assisting her efforts to eradicate him.

-Mimi and the rogue SIR units have been reprogrammed to be less insane and follow orders again thanks to Tak and Skoodge’s efforts. However, Tak also had a berserk mode installed specfically for eradicating targets with optimal, brutal efficiency. Mimi still tends to glitch though. In addition to Mimi retaining her cat holo-disguise, the berserker SIRs would gain new disguises resembling either feral cats or rabid teacup poodles. (I hadn’t decided yet.) Tenn still gets anxious around them.

-Gretchen might show up again and would possibly get to reconnect with Dib, maybe even finally be honest with him about her feelings for him when she surprises him with her surprising new position at Membrane Labs: the janitor.

-Keef will… er, uh… actually, don’t get your hopes up.

Well, I think that’s everyone important. Okay back to the plot now!

So, right up front, the biggest part of the plot as well as the biggest reason why I got uncomfortable with the whole thing was there wiould be some romance in here between a few couples and that it would have figured into the plot. The most significant of all: ZAGR (a.k.a. Zim and Gaz Relationship). But I wanted to make it feel organic and even sweet without sacrificing the feel of sardonic madness but also keeping it in the wholesome zone.

I always felt like Zim and Gaz were a natural fit for each other (like quite a few other people, admittedly) because I always felt like their personalities were a good fit and they could have a lot in common. The story would follow them as they unexpectedly developed a romantic friendship, bonding over their resentment of the Earth and humanity, their absent family members, a love of technology of questionable intent, and subjugating those who anger them. It would all start with Gaz agreeing to help Zim improve his suit and his unassuming human act just to get back at Dib for annoying her. At first they’d be acting entirely out of spite and necessity, but as they spent more time together, they’d start to enjoy each other’s company more.

Gaz would be the first develop feelings, since she voluntarily rejected the concept of love instead of being programmed to reject it like Zim, as she slowly realizes how much they have in common—much to her horror. Zim would take more time but when he begins to understand how he feels about and just what these DISGUST feelings are, he’d handle it just as poorly. (e.g. I pictured a scene where Zim has such a hard time admitting his feelings for Gaz that he ends up vomiting black goo like he’s possessed or something. For comedy of course.) But they’d both start to open up to each other in the end, if only because they’re the only two people in the universe they can stand. Gaz would try to help him overcome his anxiety and stop caring as much about what humans think of him, while he would be someone that she can actually relate to.

Dib, however, would take sincerest offense to it. He’d be totally freaking out, nearly diving off the deep end to put his plans to defeat Zim into action and expose him before he could be exposed. He’d also make a point of demanding what Gaz could see in a monster like him, even reminding her of everything that Zim had done. Probably in an exchange like this:

DIB: He stole our organs! He tried to crush the planet with Mars! He kidnapped me and threatened to turn me inside out! He tricked me into helping him teleport Earth into outer space so his rulers could destroy it! He turned me into bologna, Gaz! (*holding back tears*) BOLOGNE!

GAZ: I thought you got over that.

DIB: Well, physically I did, yes, but not mentally.

Gir would be pretty on board with it though.

The other biggest plot of the series would have been Tak’s return and the reveal of her and the Tallest’s master plan to destroy Zim once and for all: kick off Operation Impending Doom 3 by placing Zim on trial, executing him, and completing Tak’s plan to turn the planet Earth into a snack bowl for the Tallest (which she still insists is a good plan, she just never got to complete it) big enough to feed them while they watch the conquest of the rest of the universe in style. Zim and the Membranes get through to her and her squad, and possibly the other Irkens, by turning them against the Tallest to stop the Irkens once and for all. Maybe.

Finally to wrap this little nightmare up, here’s a vague outline of the stories I had planned for this wannabe whopper:

-A Whole New Nightmare – Following an amusing prologue about how Zim and Dib ended up missing the battle of Meekrob, Zim finally realizes that his natural Irken height threatens to expose his façade to all the classmates who have reached proper adolescent human height. He creates his exosuit then proceeds to cause a scene when he calls the Tallest and goes to hi-skool. Meanwhile, Gaz bugs Dib about still wasting his time bullying Zim. Zim then challenges Dib to a contest of normalcy: a series of challenges that are just overhyped normal teenage things like loitering, hanging out with friends, and finally a dance-off. Whoever loses has to admit they’re a complete weirdo and admit they’re most embarrassing secret. Dib wins the first round, but after he blows off Gaz to hang out with the other kids, she and Zim strike up a nice conversation and he wins the second round. The final dance-off ends in a draw when Zim and Dib both end up looking like total dorks. The story ends with Dib and Zim standing up for themselves against their judgemental peers, but Zim ends up overtaking his big speech and convincing his classmates to completely forget about his bizarre new appearance.

-Gaz the Befriended - Zim and Gaz make a deal: Gaz helps him fine tune his suit while posing as his "NORMAL HUMAN!" friend, and in return he helps her figure out how to control her powers while posing as her friend so she won't have to go to anger management counselling. While they do drive each other nuts, they eventually learn they have a lot in common and start acting like real friends. Dib grows suspicious of their "friendship," sets out to uncover the truth.

-They Follow - Dib goes on social media to share his findings on Zim with the world in an attempt to verify all his evidence via wisdom of the crowd. Zim finds out and retaliates by joining social media as well to make himself look like a hard luck case in an effort to gain sympathy from the (basically ignorant) public. As their war of words escalate and their follower bases grow, they end up starting a flame war that threatens to destroy society itself.

-Star Dib - Hoping to find some real help, Dib sends a message to outer space looking for reinforcements. He ends up with what remains of the Resisty, who dissolved after their crushing defeat on The Battle of Meekrob. Taking pity on them, he volunteers to become their new leader. Shenanigans ensue on a galactic level.

-C for Conspiracy - Dib stumbles across a mysterious conspiracy involving Earth tech being backwards compatible with alien tech. He wants to take it on himself, but realizes that he might actually need Zim’s help. So he has to swallow his pride and ask him for help, and as if that weren’t enough he has to put up with his and Gir’s (who tagged along) antics.

-Night of the Living Prom-goers - Prom night comes along and all the hormonally-imbalanced kids are ready to go, except for Zim, Dib, and Gaz. Until Gaz works up the nerve to ask Zim out, which he actually accepts. While Gaz prepares for her perfect tolerable evening, Dib desperately tries to convince her that Zim’s up to something while trying uncover his true motives, only for her to snap at him and challenge his views on Zim. Little do either of them know, Zim plans to use the prom as an experiment to harness Gaz’s power for his own ends. But at the same time, he ponders whether his friendship with Gaz is just a means to an end or something more. Either way it will be a night they will never forget. Or survive! Probably.

-The Return of Tak’s Revenge Rises - Tak finally returns to take her revenge on Zim and the Membrane siblings. Striking them when they least expect with the aid of an upgraded MiMi, a squad of berserk SIR units, and two fellow invaders Zim had wronged in the past.

-Doomed Together - Following Tak’s strike, the Almighty Tallest kick off Operation Impending Doom 3 with a mission of utmost importance: sending in the Irken Armada to ensure Zim is destroyed once for all so they can finally proceed with absolute universal domination. Now, Gaz, Dib, and some unlikely allies must come up with a plan to save their even more unlikely new friend and the rest of the universe from the most fearsome force in the universe! It’s basically the grand finale.

And that is all there is, or was, to Taller Tales of Terror. I can’t guarantee I’ll ever revisit it, what with all the other stuff on my plate right now, but I’m glad to have finally shared the story of my first fanfic with y’all.

So, tell me, my filthy monkey maggot mutual friends. After all that horrible rambling, what did you think?

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1, 2, 3, 7, 9, 13, 17, 23 (some of these are random and some aren't)

Thanks for the many questions, Socks! Sorry I didn’t answer them earlier; I decided answering asks on mobile sucks. ALSO, this is going to be super long haha sorry. 1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it? Well, my most current project is one I just started brainstorming. It’s (hopefully gonna be) a Fallout 3 series, with my latest fic being the starting point. LW/Fawkes is a ship I liked immediately when I played the series some years ago, but I never got around to writing for it, probably in part because there’s already a super good longfic about them, and I just didn’t think there was much else I could say. But my LW is different from Choco’s LW, and lately I wanted to start something self-indulgent. Although I have enough ideas for this to maybe be a single 30k fic, I’m choosing to do a series of shortfics instead, so that I’m not burdening myself with another long project. Fic series are great in that way, because it’s basically complete with every new fic. On top of that, I have... probably 3 other things I want to make significant progress on this year. First is another Fallout fic: Same Heart. I’ve posted 8 chapters already and have almost 2 more done, but due to the slow-build nature of it (and my tagging) I don’t expect to have almost any readers until at least chapter 10 (when the ship characters finally meet). I’d like to at least get that far this year. A project I’d love to finish by fall is the unreleased “The Wilderness”, a Venom zombie AU that I started for NaNoWriMo 2 years ago. It’s about 55% written, and my goal is to have as much of it done as possible before the sequel movie comes out. If it’s not done by then, I still plan to post whatever I have. And lastly-ish, my novel... thing. Rogue. I’m in the process of editing it, although I’ve taken kind of a break lately. And as soon as I’m done with the edits and can get a couple of people to read it (just so they can tell me if certain parts are stupid and need changed) I plan to start the next book in the series... which will probably end up being book #1, actually, if I do them modern-era chronologically. It’s... gonna be a process. ^^; 2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project. In my upcoming FO3 fic series, I’m honestly just kind of weirdly looking forward to... how do I put this? Exploring my own vaguely-traumatic experiences through fic. I’ll always do a happy ending, if possible, but before we get there I really want to run these two through the ringer of... being given something they were led to believe was impossible, being judged for it, having it taken away, and then being told “well maybe it’s for the best”. When it comes to future projects, I guess I’m really excited about writing the new Rogue book. “Reaper”, I guess, is its unimaginative working title. I’m anxious about it, because I thought Rogue had some really deeply emotional scenes, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to accomplish that as well with this new one, simply because the characters don’t have the same level of desperation about each other. I need to figure out what’s unique about their dynamic and push that. I guess I’m looking forward to the challenge. 3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) Hmm gosh. Technically there’s a scene in the later chapters of Mobius that I already wrote, but it wouldn’t take place until probably chapter 3 or later, and I just lost all steam on that fic, sadly. But every time I poke through my notes I make myself cry reading it. It’s a scene where one character knows it’s going to be the last time he sees the person he loves most, and he can’t explain his pain to anyone. I really just want to get there so I can see if it makes other people cry like babies haha. But on a completely unrelated note, there’s also this ZADR fic I started writing in like 2009, and I absolutely didn’t want to do the work to get to the fun middle scenes, but basically it was an AU where young adult Dib went to live/work in the thriving multi-species space community, where he’s... I dunno, studying alien biology I think?, and he ends up with Zim as a roommate. The scenes I really wanted to write were about the two of them getting into like a bar fight with some tough types, and Zim gets his pak ripped off/damaged in the process, and Dib has to sort of take care of him through a horrible fever. But then it turns out that the pak was not a life-support system like they thought, but actually a growth inhibitor so they (the people in charge of the Irkens) could choose who became the Tallest (the leaders). (And also it hindered reproduction, etc.) So basically the two of them accidentally start to unravel a galactic conspiracy which also involves corruption in the Earth government, etc, and Zim gets taller but spoiler alert, he still doesn’t get tall enough to challenge the Tallest lol. Sadly, I doubt I’ll ever actually write that fic. Sounds like too much effort lol. 7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree? That’s such a hard question. Ummm. How do I put any of that into words? ...I think one of the things about my writing is that a lot of the time nothing really happens in a scene, and the story mostly focuses on a character thinking. Like, enough happens so there’s something for them to think about, but I think I tend to put a lot of emphasis on POV character’s thoughts, to the point of sometimes seeming stream-of-consciousness. I’ve been told that this makes my stories feel alive though? So I think it appeals to some people, though I’m sure others would find such stories boring. Oh also, somewhat along these lines, I like to add commentary that is only somewhat relevant, usually in parenthesis at the end of a sentence or paragraph. (Honestly, it’s not unusual to see one in every paragraph if I’m writing something slightly humorous.) 9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other? I would LOVE to write primarily longfics! However, I just don’t have the time or energy for it, and I don’t write fast enough. So I end up with a lot of oneshots under 10k. I had to challenge myself to learn to write short things though, and then it’s really about writing something short, not about writing a specific story. Generally, I’m both pantster and plotter. I tend to write the first chapter/few scenes/maybe as much as 10k, just by the seat of my pants. After that, I look at what I’ve got and write out a plot to continue from there. Plotting everything out before I start just doesn’t work for me, but if I try “pantsing” anything longer than 15k I know I’m gonna have an absolute torturous hell of a time. 13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself? Lol I think anyone who’s reading this knows I share my stuff online. Primarily on my AO3, though there’s some other stuff floating around here on tumblr too. Most of the time if I keep something to myself it’s only because it’s not finish enough to share. So, sure, there’s plenty of that, but the goal is always to share it eventually. If I ever get around to finishing a novel, those will probably be the only things I don’t just post online. (Though I do post most of my OC stuff currently.) 17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations? I think that inevitably my readers will always perceive me and my writing a bit differently than I do. That’s just... interacting with people. Nobody knows you entirely. However, I am as open and honest in my writing as possible, and I actually think that reading my fic is the best way to get to know me. I like to hope that I am an open book to anyone who has read many of my words. =] While you may not know the details of my life, I think you would have a good insight into my personality. 23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest? Like... my oldest fic/story that I’ve never written or posted? Not counting stuff I’ve consciously abandoned (things from middle school, mostly), my original fic series, “Damsel and Company in Distress” aka DamselCo. is definitely my oldest story. I think I started fiddling with it in 2006-- which makes it pretty disappointing that it’s gotten next to nowhere. XD; But the story is my baby, and it’s been my baby for so long that anyone who’s followed me ever is probably at least vaguely familiar with a few of the characters. Now maybe one day I’ll actually give it the attention it deserves, though I’m sure it’ll need significant revamping. After all, a lot has changed in 14+ years. Ideas that were new and subversive then are probably already stale.

#elo talks #elo fics #ask meme #writing #long post #braincoins

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agentmothman18 · 5 years

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During high school, many kids go though many changes. From facial features to their overall outlook. The ugly girls that got picked on, well they blossomed and became the center of attention. And even some jocks, bullies once, had changed into more of gentle giants. So when Dib Membrane went from gothic alien loving freak to gothic bad boy, it wasn't much of a surprise. The geek that everyone hated was now either feared because of his looks or thought to be the coolest guy ever.

And then there was Zim. Who, after finding out about the truth, started to express his defective emotions. He practically became the school's flower child, one with a bad temper of course. As a way to cope with being banished and defective, Zim had thrown everything out that wasn't from earth, except Gir. He redecorated with anything vibrant in color and took a great liking to earth plants. Hint as to why he was called 'flower child.'

The two were completely different from when they first met. But they still talked, sometimes argued, and sometimes just ignored each other all together. With how their looks and personalities had changed, many students thought their little rivalry would get worse. It didn't, in fact, the change was probably the healthiest thing to have happened to them.

"Dib!" Oh, and then there's Keef. The once chaoticly hyper child was now mellowed out. Taking on more of 'I dont care' type of persona. Though the boy was still quite hyper and easily excited about certain things.

Dib glanced up from his sketch book and watched as Keef pranced over. He knew this could only mean the boy was excited about something and was going to tell him everything. Sometimes, Dib had to wonder how Keef and him became friends.

"My 18th birthday party is the same night as prom!" Keef sat on the bench next to Dib, glancing at the drawing only momentarily before closing the book for Dib. "You now have to come to prom." Keef stated, shaking Dib's shoulder. Some kids where watching them, the ones that believed Dib was like how he dressed. Dangerous and ready to snap someone in half. So they had curious and shocked expressions as they watched a preppy guy shake a scary guy like it was normal.

"Keef, buddy." Dib started, scooting away as to hint he didn't want to be shook anymore. "As much as I want to go to prom, I'm not." He was sarcastic, looking at Keef with a blank expression. Dib would like to spend time with his friend for their birthday, but going to prom to do so was a no go. If one thing has stayed the same, it would be Dib's hatred for crowds. Sure he has done many things involving crowds and all attention to be on him, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

"Prom is boring anyway. Why not throw a house party instead?" Zim questioned, jumping into the conversation as he plopped himself between them. He had plans for Friday night, and that was to yet again, throw the control brains guards off his back. Zim may have thrown everything Irken away, but he still did stupid and illegal things. Like steal secret information about the tallests.

Keef then went on to whine about how everyone would be at prom. Or how they needed to go and support him to become prom king. Neither boys cracked under the pressure, until certain things were brought up into the pleading. Keef was using blackmail, even though he didn't want to, he really wanted them to go. This was the only way, at least that's what he thought. It worked, both finally agreeing to go to prom.

"That was low." Zim hissed, crossing his arms and legs. Dib only nodded and open his sketch book.

Prom was loud and annoying. To many people were there, talking and dancing and eating. Dib had hid in the corner of the gym, by the food and punch and was glaring at everyone. He hated the tux he had to wear, and loudness of the music and chatter, and it was pretty hot with. Dib had only seen Keef once, telling him happy birthday before the boy disappeared in the crowd. And Zim has yet to arrive.

"You're being antisocial." Dib quickly looked down at Zim, completely thrown by his outfit. Instead of a tux, the short alien was wearing a loose blue dress and 2 inch heels. And surprisingly, Zim looked really good in it.

"You're wearing a dress." Dib stated back, still confused. Well he shouldn't be all that confused, for nearly 3 years he got to see Zim in that irken dress thing.

Zim looked down at himself, lightly dusting off his dress even though it wasnt dirty. The only reason he was wearing a dress was because he found the female clothing cute and fun. And much better then men clothing. "Yes. Zim likes this dress." He looked back to at Dib, then looked him over. Like most teen boys he was wearing a tux but with a dark blue button up and a white tie.

"Aw!" Both jumped at hearing Keef. "You two didn't tell me you were coming together, and with matching colors!" Keef wrapped his arms around their neck, giving them this awkward hug. Both Zim and Dib looked at themselves then at each other, only now realizing just how ironic their color choices were.

"Coincidence." Dib said, slipping from Keefs hold. He brushed himself off and glanced around. Most were standing around and talking instead of dancing to the music. He then noticed someone he hadn't seen at school before. They were dressed appropriately but something felt off about them to Dib.

"Let's all dance!" Keef cheered, quickly pulling the two out into the crowd. It didn't take much for Keef to convince Zim to dance, but Dib refused. He could dance but doing it in front of people was a no for him.

Though he did tap his foot and sway just a bit to the music. Nothing compared to the other teens who danced as if at a rave. But soon the song slowed down, and Keef took this as his sign to go find a dance partner. Leaving the two boys alone in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Though, Dib finally decided he wanted to dance. "Wanna dance?" He questioned Zim, holding out his hand for the alien. Zim was only shocked of a seconded before taking the boys hand letting him lead. Unlike others that danced to the slow song, the two talked about random things and kept a little distance between them.

As the song came to the end, the two hesitated before separating. Smiling nervously at each other before turning their attention to the principal on stage. It was time to announce the king and queen of prom, and if it wasnt for Keef Dib would have left at this time.

"Think he's going to win?" Zim asked, folding his arms over his chest. He knew this was going to take forever because the principal will give a long speach about safety.

"Yeah." Dib nodded, glancing around. He was searching for that person again, curious to know who they were. His gut was telling him to yo search for them but he wouldn't.

The principal talked on and on about safe driving after prom and even safe sex. Which no one would probably listen to. Soon enough it was time for him to announce the king and queen. Starting with the queen, it was some popular girl Dib didn't care about. Keef had been announced king, no surprise, but everyone still cheered and wished him happy birthday.

Everything was going pretty normal until the roof of the gym was ripped off. A bunch of screaming filled the air and everyone trying to get through the doors. When Dib saw the irken symbol on the ships above, he immediately glared at Zim.

"What the hell did you do?!" He exclaimed, irritation bubbling up.

"I didn't do anything!" Zim hissed back at him, watching irken soldiers dropping down. "Okay maybe Zim stole important data, not the point!" Zim quickly grabbed Dibs arm, pulling him through the crowd of people.

More screams erupted from the crowd, teens being kidnapped by the irken soldiers. The two continued pushing through the crowd, picking up Keef along the way.

"What's going on??" Keef questioned, scared like any normal teen as he followed his two friends.

"Zim fucked up, that's what." Dib grumbled, earning a slap from the alien. He would have slapped him back if it wasnt for the lazer like bullet shooting between them.

Zim picked up his pace, ripping the long part of the dress off to make running easier. He may be shorter than the two humans but he was still fast enough to keep up.

They weren't fast enough though, an alien ship landing in front of them and easily cornering them. The three surrendered, knowing it would be death if they didn't.

Dib had long since stripped from the tuxjacket and tie. Pacing around the small cell as he thought of many different plans to escape. All seemed good enough but he couldn't think to far ahead because he didn't know the layout of this ship. Plus he would also have to save all the other teens that were kidnapped. He didn't mind, but this all brought him back to a few years ago. Leaving him with the strong urge to say 'I told you all.'

"Could you stop that?" Keef questioned, his nervous already on edge. Watching Dib pace around only made it worse. The taller boy sighed but stopped, sitting down on the metal floor. Across from their cell was an empty one that would probably be used later. Their cell at least had a bed. "Thank you." Keef sighed, glancing around.

Ever since they were taken, neither of the boys had seen Zim. This raised more questions in Dibs mind. Last he checked, the Tallest hated Zim and told him off. Now they probably had him locked up away from the humans or worse, erased.

As Keef was going to voice his concerns, their attention turned to the door opening. A big alien stepped in front of the door, obviously not an irken, and pointed at Dib. "Come." The alien ordered, stepping out of the way of the door. Dib glanced at Keef before getting up and leaving the cell. He felt a bit bad leaving Keef behind but there was no telling what was going to happen from here.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #lgbtq #short story #iz #adventure?

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justheretobreakthings · 5 years

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What Friends Are For

Written for @gentronlegendaryfriendships Day 2 Prompt: Childhood Friends | Clothes-Sharing Word Count: 2,446 Characters: Hunk & Keith

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“Can I bring my hippo inside?” Hunk asked as he stepped down from the minivan and into the parking lot.

“Okay,” his mom said slowly. “But don’t lose it, and don’t let anything get spilled on it, okay?”

Hunk smiled as he hugged his prized stuffed animal to his chest. “I won’t,” he said. Of course he wouldn’t let anything happen to it. He hadn’t let the hippo out of his sight in the past three days, ever since he had won it in the county fair. He had been the only one in his family to successfully get the bouncy ball to land in the milk bottle, and his hippo stood testament to his skill. It had quickly become his most prized possession.

He followed his parents into the building, him with his arms laden only with his stuffed animal, his parents lugging boxes of ingredients and cookware. The family volunteered here about once a month, this community center that provided free lunches, in addition to coat drives in the winter and toy donations year-round. Hunk had deposited some of his own old toys into the box in the lobby last month, and by the time they had left, the donations had already been snatched up.

The family paused near the end of the parking lot to let a passenger van pass by them, a clunky old one with ‘Sunny Sands Group Home’ stamped across the side door complete with a logo of a grinning cartoon sun over a simple desertscape. Hunk watched the door slide open and a procession of kids begin to file out before he felt a light tug on his arm and remembered the current mission, and he let his parents usher him inside.

They crossed the lobby and made their way to the kitchen, where a man Hunk knew as the guy who ran this place eagerly rushed up to greet them. The staff here was always happy whenever Hunk’s family came by, especially his mom; having a professional chef in the kitchen was always a big help. His parents were swept into work immediately, leaving Hunk to hang out behind to watch and help wherever he could.

Most of the tasks needed out of the volunteers weren’t jobs that would be given to a seven-year-old like Hunk, as many of them involved ovens or sharp cooking utensils or heavy lifting. But he still always made himself useful wherever he could, with little tasks like setting out napkins and flatware at the serving table when they ran low, or helping towel-dry the dishes after they were hosed down.

Admittedly, though, the tasks grew dull quickly, and certainly didn’t keep him as busy as the other members of the volunteer staff. His boredom must have shown, because as he let a yawn escape him while scrubbing down a plate with his towel, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see his dad. “Why don’t you take a little break?” his dad said. “There are some books in the break room if you want something fun to do for a while.”

“Okay!” Hunk said brightly, energy renewed as he set down his towel and grabbed his hippo up from where it had been perched on a nearby shelf of canned vegetables, waiting for him to play.

He knew his way to the break room from previous visits with his parents, so he set off, quietly humming a tune he made up as he went along. The break room was on the other side of the lobby, across from the janitorial closet, but as he approached the lobby, he slowed, stopped short by the sound of raised voices.

“You only took the spaceship because you knew I wanted it!”

“No I didn’t! And it’s a space shuttle!”

Hesitantly, tightening his grip on his hippo, Hunk peeked around the corner. He spotted the source of the raised voices instantly: three boys were in the lobby, on the far side near the toy donation box. One, a skinny boy with uneven black hair, looked to be about Hunk’s age. The others, a lanky boy with shaggy blond hair and a heavyset one with freckles and curls, were both a few inches taller than the first boy, probably a year or two older.

The two older boys had the black-haired one backed into the wall, and Hunk had a partially obscured view of the younger boy’s face, which was at the moment twisted into a stormy glare. Clutched against his chest was a plastic space shuttle.

“Doesn’t matter what it’s called, it was the only good toy in there!” the blond boy said. “No fair that you’re the one who gets it!”

“It was my turn to pick,” the younger boy snarled.

“Well, that breaks the rules,” said the freckle-faced boy. “The older kids are supposed to get dibs on the good toys.”

“That’s not a rule!”

“How would you know? We’ve been here longer. Give us the spaceship.”

“No.” The boy pressed himself up against the wall, yanking the space shuttle out of reach as the freckle-faced boy made a grab for it. “It’s not yours. It was my turn to – ow!”

He yelped out as his hair was suddenly grabbed, the blond boy having snatched a handful and yanked, hard. The small boy didn’t relinquish his grip on the shuttle, but was distracted enough by the attack that the freckled boy was able to dive into the fray, grabbing at the boy’s arms and starting to pry his fingers off of the toy.

The blond moved the hand that wasn’t tangled in the small boy’s hair up to grab his wrist and twist it away, and the shuttle finally slipped out of his hands. With a growl, the latter kicked out, catching the freckled boy in the shin. The freckled boy let out an angry yelp and lifted the toy.

Hunk squeezed his eyes shut, but he still heard the thunk as the small boy was hit in the head with the space shuttle and knocked into the wall. There was silence for a second, and then the sound of approaching footsteps. Catching his breath, Hunk pressed himself against the wall, and the two older boys walked by, neither seeming to notice him.

He let out a breath of relief before turning back to the other boy in the lobby, frowning at the sight. The boy was still up against the wall, but he had sunk down to sit on the floor. His black bangs covered his face, and he had one hand pressed against his forehead.

Cautiously Hunk stepped forward, practically tiptoeing as he approached the boy. As he got nearer, he could see that he was shaking ever so slightly, but his face was still hidden.

Hunk fully crossed the room and stared curiously down at the boy for a couple of seconds before conjuring up the nerve to speak. “Hi there,” he said.

The boy’s head shot up, his bangs partly hiding a widened gaze from striking eyes that were a peculiar shade of blue-gray that almost looked purple. His hand fell away from his forehead for a moment before he brought it back up, and in that moment, Hunk could see red smeared on his palm. The boy didn’t say anything, so Hunk decided take another turn instead. “I’m Hunk,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“… Keith?” the other boy said slowly, as if worried that wasn’t going to be the right answer.

“Keith? That’s a cool name.” It wasn’t, but Hunk had enough good manners not to say that. You were supposed to say something good when you meet a new person. At least, that’s what he’d always been taught. “How come you’re out here instead of eating the lunch?”

Keith shrugged. “I got done eating and I wanted to play with… um…” He brought his knees in closer. “Nothing.”

Hunk frowned. “Were you playing with the spaceship toy?”

“Space shuttle,” Keith corrected him.

“Oh.” Hunk rocked back and forth an inch on his inch, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Keith was looking at his feet again, not Hunk, so his bangs were back to hiding his face. It was kind of hard to talk to someone who wouldn’t look at you, but Hunk persevered. “Well, hey, maybe you can play with one of the other toys?”

“They all got taken already,” Keith said.

“By who?”

“The other kids.”

“Do you have any other toys?”

“No.”

“What about at home?”

“No, none.”

“Well, then we can see if one of the other kids wanna share!”

Keith shook his head. “They won’t.”

“Maybe they will.”

“They won’t. They don’t share with me… they don’t like me much.” Keith sighed.

Hunk tilted his head as he looked the other boy up and down. Sure, Keith seemed a little quiet, and maybe a tad grumpy, but he seem like someone who was unlikeable. Certainly not like those boys who had hurt him and taken his space toy. If none of the other kids wanted to share with Keith…

He paused his train of thought to look down into his own arms. “Hey, Keith?”

Keith looked up again. “Yeah?”

“Guess what? There’s still one toy left.”

Keith frowned. “Huh?”

“Yeah.” Hunk thrust out his arms, holding the plush purple hippopotamus out to Keith. “See? This one.”

Keith’s frown only deepened as he furrowed his brow. “But… this is your toy.”

“Yeah, but I have other toys at home, and you don’t,” Hunk said brightly. “So it’s okay.”

“I – I don’t know…”

“Pretty please?” Hunk said, sticking his lower lip out in a pout.

“Why are you… giving this to me?”

“Because I don’t want you to be sad. Go ahead.” He shook the hippo up and down a little.

Keith hesitated, eyes darting between the hippo and Hunk’s face. Then, in a flash, his arms darted out and he snatched the hippo, bringing it to his chest in a tight grip like he was guarding it with his life. “It’s really okay?” he asked softly.

Hunk nodded. “Uh-huh.”

He could have sworn he saw Keith’s eyes water before he said a quiet, “Thank you.” And before Hunk even had a chance to say, “You’re welcome,” Keith had jumped back to his feet and was darting out of the lobby, hugging his new toy close all the while.

With a satisfied smile, Hunk returned to his previous quest toward the break room, and was quick to find the books his dad had mentioned. He picked one out, a nonfiction about caterpillars complete with colorful photographs, and read it front to back without interruption.

He wasn’t sure how long it took him, but once he had finished, he was satisfied with his break and ready to return to the kitchen, so he headed back, humming his tune again. He had to enter the dining hall first to reach the kitchen door, and when he entered, the hairs on his neck pricked up as he felt eyes on him. He turned to look. There off in a corner of the dining hall was his mother, who had swung around to look at him as he’d entered. She was talking to a woman Hunk didn’t recognize, one in a faded tee shirt and long ponytail, and the woman had her hand on the shoulder of Keith, who was staring down at his shoes, the stuffed hippo dangling by the leg in his hand at his side.

His mother called his name and waved him over, and Hunk obeyed, curious. Once he was at her side, the woman nudged Keith forward – or rather, shoved; it was a little too forceful to just be a nudge. “Keith,” she said, her face and voice both stern. “You have something to say to Hunk?”

Keith held the hippo out to Hunk, gaze still on the floor, and mumbled something. “What was that?” the woman said. “Speak up, Keith.”

Keith sighed and lifted his head. “I’m sorry I took your hippo.”

Hunk canted his head, confused, as he looked at the stuffed animal. “Huh?”

“I’m sorry,” Keith said again.

“Hunk,” his mom prompted behind him. “Can you say, ‘I forgive you’?”

“But he didn’t take the hippo,” Hunk said. “I gave it to him.”

The woman’s brows shot up. “You gave it to him?”

“Are you sure, Hunk?” his mom asked.

“Yeah,” Hunk said with a nod.

“You’re sure you wanted to give it to him?” the woman asked. “Keith didn’t make you give it to him, did he?”

Hunk was growing more confused by the minute, and he shook his head. “No, why would he do that?”

The woman sighed and ignored his question, turning to Hunk’s mother instead. “Well, sorry for the confusion. One of the other boys had seen your son with the hippopotamus when we came in, and we’ve had a couple of incidents in the past with Keith hiding things and not wanting to share, so – ”

“That’s all right, that’s all right,” his mom said. “As long as it’s all cleared up, I suppose – ”

“How come you said you stole it?” Hunk asked Keith. “How come you didn’t just tell them it was a present?”

“I did tell her,” Keith mumbled.

The woman pursed her lips and put her hand back on Keith’s shoulder. “Yes, well,” she said. “Keith here has a bit of a habit of telling tales, you see, to get out of trouble, so I didn’t think – ”

“Keith’s my friend,” Hunk said, glaring up at the woman. “My friends don’t tell lies.”

The woman met Hunk’s glare with a stony, thin-lipped expression of her own. “Ah,” she said. “I guess there’s always exceptions. Well then.” She cleared her throat. “I had better get back to the other boys. Again, apologies for the mix-up.”

“That’s all right,” his mother said, and the other woman turned to leave with a languid wave of her hand. “You ready to head back to the kitchen, Hunk?”

Hunk nodded, but before he took his leave, he turned to Keith. “Do you guys come here for lunch much?”

“Uh, sometimes,” Keith answered.

“Well, next time you come, you can find me in the kitchen and we can play!”

“Um…”

Hunk smiled. “It’ll be fun to have a friend around.”

Keith brought his hippo back up to his chest to hug it close. “… Yeah. Okay.”

His mother tapped his arm to start ushering him back to the kitchen and Hunk waved goodbye to Keith as he started away. “See you later, Keith!” he called.

“See you later, Hunk.”

#gentronweek #vldgen #voltron fanfic #hunk #keith #my writing #fic: what friends are for

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snappedsky · 4 years

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Fanatics Adventures in Space Part 8

The Battalion begin their search for Zim. Previous! Next!

War Part One

A small shuttle weaves past many, much larger ships. It’s carefully piloted by Kio, accompanied by Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Squee. They’re all disguised as Irkens.

They anxiously watch the passing ships through the window as they approach the giant planet, Irk.

“It’s…much bigger than Earth,” Pepito comments.

“Won’t they notice us? Don’t they have some sort of tracking technology?” Dib asks.

“There’s a force field set up around the planet,” Kio explains, “it’ll track us as soon as we enter. But countless ships go through every minute. By the time they notice us, we’ll be long gone. If we’re fast enough…”

“If?” Squee questions nervously.

As they approach the planet, they notice a shimmering field of some kind getting closer. Kio grips the yoke tighter.

“Hang on,” she orders. Everyone cries out with surprise as she barrel-rolls the ship. It rips through the force field and plummets through the Irken sky.

“Whoa!” everyone exclaims as the ship goes in hot, the surface getting closer far too quickly.

Kio pulls up on the yoke and the ship rights itself, the underside scraping against the ground. She kills the engines and the ship hits the ground, dragging through the dirt before coming to an unsteady stop.

The door pops open and everyone hops out.

“Helluva ride,” Gaz comments.

The ground they’re standing on is hard and dark brown, almost like Earth dirt but with a rougher texture. Off in the distance they can see the skyline of a massive city. The buildings reach far into the sky, which is a bright pink, speckled with stars and distant planets and moons, and full of moving spaceships.

Kio eyes the sky carefully. There’s a hole in the pink where they tore through force field, revealing the blackness of space. It’s slowly sealing.

“It seems we’ve gone unnoticed,” she says, “but it won’t be long before they realize an unregistered vessel has broken through. We have to find Zim before that happens and get back to the Resisty ship.”

She checks the tracking device on her belt and points to the distant city. “He’s there somewhere.”

“We better get moving,” Dib says and they start walking.

“Now remember, our disguises are merely holograms,” Kio explains, “the slightest interference could shut them down so be very careful. And above all, do not bring attention to yourselves. Civilian Irkens are very…despondent. So keep your heads down and don’t talk to anyone. Do exactly as I do.”

The others nod affirmatively. But as they get closer to the city, they quickly forget their orders in favour of awe.

Up close the buildings are so tall they can’t see the top. Running in between them is an endless series of tubes, all different sizes; some small, some large enough to hold vehicles. Countless Irkens are moving about on spider legs from their PAKs. Some stand on purple pads then immediately disappear. Others go into the small tubes and get sucked away or enter bus-like vehicles in the large tubes, which drive away. And everywhere you look is some sort of propaganda for the Tallests.

“Are we taking those?” Dib asks, pointing excitedly at the tubes.

“Dib,” Kio hisses, slapping his hand down. “I told you, be despondent. And yes, as soon as I find the one we need.”

Squee watches as Irkens step over them using their spider legs. They eye the kids suspiciously.

“Nobody else is walking around on their feet,” he points out.

“You will notice those Irkens have PAKs. Our disguises do not,” Kio states, “on the Irken hierarchy, PAK-less Irkens are the lowest of the low. Often used as servants. They’re not usually out and walking around like this.”

“So that won’t draw attention to us?” Pepito asks.

“Don’t worry. They’ll just assume we’re running errands for our masters,” she replies.

Lining the street they’re on are the entrances of the tubes. Each one has a plaque over top the doorway with Irken writing on it. The larger ones have a board beside it with lots of different writing. Kio stops in front of one and reads it.

“Curses,” she scoffs, “the next one won’t be for another hour. We don’t have that kind of time. We’ll have to take the single tube.”

“Where are we trying to go?” Dib asks.

“The Main Command Centre,” she replies, “I was hoping we could take the bus so we can stay together.”

“Why there?” Squee asks.

“Because I’m sure that’s where Zim is. Or at least nearby.” They cross the street to the single tubes. Kio stops in front of one and faces the kids.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” she says, “one by one, you all follow me. Just stay calm, don’t move too much. It’ll be over in a few minutes.”

The kids watch as an Irken enters the tube and gets sucked up, disappearing down the length in a matter of seconds.

“Uuuuh kay,” Squee says with uncertainty.

“Me first,” Dib says excitedly.

“Can’t we just take the teleporters?” Pepito asks as he points at one of the teleporter pads.

“Teleporters require clearance,” Kio replies, “this is the easiest way.”

“Just do as I do,” she orders before stepping into the tube. She’s immediately sucked up.

Dib giggles giddily and skips forward. As soon as he steps into the tube, he’s lifted off his feet. He flies down the tube at immense speeds, the view below passing by in a blur. And yet it doesn’t feel like a rush. There’s no wind blowing through his face or even the feel of speed. If he couldn’t see the city passing by, he wouldn’t believe he was moving at all. It feels amazing.

Suddenly, he’s flipped around and his feet plop flat on the ground. He looks up and sees Kio standing right by the doorway. She’s starts to smile with relief before immediately looking stressed.

“Di-!” she starts to call when Pepito suddenly crashes into Dib, knocking him into the ground. Squee and Gaz quickly follow, landing on each other in a big pile.

“Ugh, dammit, Dib,” Pepito groans.

“How is this my fault?” Dib grunts from the bottom of the pile.

“You didn’t move!” Gaz snaps.

Kio immediately races over and blocks the entrance of the tube with her body from all the nearby eyes looking over to see the commotion.

“Get up, quick,” she orders frantically.

Squee lifts his head and starts to rub his face when he notices his hand glitching out, constantly switching from four fingers to five.

“Uh oh,” he mutters and looks at the others. Their holographic disguises are failing, slowly revealing their true human selves.

“Crap,” Gaz grunts and jumps to her feet. Her hologram regains composure and she slips around Kio. The others are quick to follow, after making sure their disguises are stable.

Kio looks back at the passersby. They’re definitely being watched but the expressions are of mild annoyance. She sighs with relief.

“Whoa,” the kids breathe in awe as they look at the view before them.

They’re in something like a city square, with the buildings surrounding it in a large circle. And in the middle is the largest building they’ve seen yet. It’s taller than all the rest, even breaking through the planet’s force field. It’s made up of several different columns with transportation tubes going in and out. Drones are constantly flying around it and heavily armored Irken guards are positioned around the base.

“The Main Command Centre,” Kio says, “the Tallest are in there somewhere. And in the basement is the Control Brain. This is the closest I’ve ever been.”

“Is Zim inside?” Dib asks.

Kio checks the tracking device. “No. I didn’t think he would be. There’s no way inside unless you’re invited. But he’s close.”

“This way,” she orders and leads them along the edge of the street.

Squee feels a tickle run up his spine and he stops and looks up. The drones are still buzzing around the command centre and everyone is going about their business.

“What’s wrong?” Pepito asks.

“I don’t know,” Squee replies as they continue walking. “Probably something.”

“Always is,” Gaz grunts.

Meanwhile, somewhere deep within the Main Command Centre, in a dimly lit room, a large monitor is displaying the view of a drone that’s watching the kids walk away. Lounging about on a large sofa, surrounded by snack foods and drinks, the two tallest Irkens in the galaxy grin with intrigue and excitement.

“Well, isn’t that interesting,” Red comments.

“I was just thinking I wanted something fun to happen,” Purple adds.

A few floors up, in a slightly smaller dimly lit room, a slightly smaller monitor displays the Tallest, completely unbeknownst to them. On a slightly smaller sofa, a slightly shorter but still taller-than-average Irken leans forward, an identical grin on his face.

“Me too.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #my art #my ocs

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rainbowsntears · 5 years

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boys like you [ finale. ]

summary

↳ flirty violets just happened to make you and gilbert blythe collide, and must i say you had been tripping, freaking falling over boys like him.

warnings

↳ none. just a hell of a lotta fluff.

words

↳ 1872

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↳ it’s literally 12am rn and i’ve been writing this for a solid hour so y’all better enjoy my tired ass writing sksks. also try to ignore anne in the gif and just focus on gilbert xx

"Ow, it stings!" You squeaked, hissing slightly as you had scrunched your face up with your eyes tightly shut when feeling the stinging pain ache on your right knee from the wet and clean cloth that Gilbert had been softly putting pressure on. Your hands clenched into fists, scrunching some of your clothing material into your hands that had curled up each time you felt pain irritate your knee.

The brunette boy glanced up at you with apologetic hazel eyes, "That's a good thing, it simply just means the germs are coming out," He assured as he looked back at your finally clean knee, obliging to do the same thing as he did with your other knee and covered it up softly with a bandage. Thankful that the painful bit was over, you opened your eyes slowly when feeling fingers ever so delicately working magic, and it was the first thing you looked at.

You were grateful that it was Friday, hopefully, you didn't have to wear the bandages to school.

Biting your lip, you gazed at Gilbert's concentrated face; squinting his eyes just the tiniest bit with his tongue poking out. You only were just the slightest bit taller than him, but that was only because you were sitting on a small stool while Gilbert was in front of you kneeling down. Though you didn't feel so intimidated by his sudden height change and thought it was the perfect height to admire him without the said boy catching you quick enough for you to look away.

You really liked Gilbert Blythe, and you knew that you would be off with your own head if Ruby Gillis, or any girl, found out!

"All done," Gilbert whispered before he exhaled sharply out of relief and leant back a bit as he moved his hands away from your leg, catching your eyes from when he tilted his head up only just the slightest bit. And just like what happened before when you were walking in the woods after Gilbert wiped the tears from your eyes, you two were connected in a daydream of the other person. You couldn't believe how much you were missing out on hanging out with Gilbert, even with these cute stares of admiration from one another, you really could've been doing this earlier and you regret how you obeyed to Josie's demands of not being able to go near Gilbert. Because now, you really did see how much you needed to catch up on. And you felt so much more comfortable and happy with him, more than you had ever felt with a boy...Well, you did like Gilbert Blythe. But you didn't know that your emotions could be strong compared from staring at him on the other side of the class to right here and right now.

Gilbert felt it too. Yeah, okay, he always took glimpses of you throughout school because he actually thought you were a genuinely nice and lovely girl and wonderfully beautiful as well and thought that he could have the chance to befriend you after he introduced himself to you on your first day of Avonlea school. He liked you as well, though he could never admit it.

But then you ignored him in class, always sending death glares to him and hardcore eye rolls. You basically shrugged off everything that Gilbert wanted from you; a friend, a companion, someone he could trust and be with for as long as the moon and sun held you two together.

Now with the thought trapped underneath his mop of brown hair with patches of small curls, Gilbert's face softened, "You seem so different...compared to in school and now," He began, slowly standing up as he moved only just a couple of steps to where the sink was and he washed his hands, and you blinked your eyes rapidly although your eyes followed after his movements.

"By what on Earth do you mean?" You questioned, cocking your head to the side as you tried to understand what he had been going on about, especially what he was thinking about before even speaking aloud.

Gilbert looked up at the bathroom mirror, catching your figure through the mirror and he chewed the inside of his. "What I mean is, you usually ignore me in school, looking at me like I've done something incredibly wrong...but now you seem so calm and, correct me if I'm wrong but, happy."

His statement shocked you more than you could ever imagine, such surprising letters muffled into quite taken aback-like words and you parted your lips once straightening your tilted head.

But obviously, it had to be because of one thing.

The promise.

Josie Pye was always under your skin whenever you got too close to Gilbert Blythe, giving you dirty looks that screamed for you to do the same as her as a reaction for Gilbert to get the notification you didn't like him in any way.

"I apologise for my nasty behaviour," You finally spoke up after a few seconds of pure silence, maybe forgetting about the fact that Gilbert turned the faucet off. But yet again he looked at you through the mirror, only this time he knitted his eyebrows at your body language of shock and he fully turned his body around so he was directly looking at you.

Your hands fiddled with one another nervously, and you weren't staring at Gilbert anymore but more on your own hands with your head hung low. Though you tried to look as etiquette as possible with your posture, your shoes just touching the floor on one side with your knees diagonal to them. "I can promise you this, I never did it out of not liking you."

Gilbert dried his hands with a dry cloth softly presented on the rack next to the sink, though his gorgeous eyes never once left your body, "Then what was it out of?" He asked.

Your breath hitched, smacking your lips together as you stopped fiddling your fingers, "Friendship," You simply answered, looking up at him who seemed to be wearing a curious yet confused expression on his face, so you continued. "Look, it's not my place to speak about this but Ruby Gillis has a cru-"

"-sh on me, yes I kind of figured that out," He cut you off, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he leant again the bathroom door, you nervously chuckling as you nodded your head.

"And because she has had a crush on you for three years, she's clearly called dibs on you. Meaning that all of her friends can't like you, hell, we can't even go near you otherwise she'll cry a waterfall!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air as you huffed out your frustration. "I guess that's why because we're not at school, or anywhere near our friends, I've taken this opportunity to really appreciate you, Gilbert. Because I knew I can't in school for the sake of keeping my friendship with Ruby."

Gilbert went to open his mouth to speak but obviously stopped once he heard you ranting again.

"Oh Gilbert, don't even get me started when Josie Pye catches one of us girls even sending you a nice smile. Please don't tell her I said this but she's hell. And it just happens that she's extremely harsh with me more than any other girl. Anything that I do around you, Josie hates. I can't even walk by you! That's why she always makes me ignore you and act all arrogant around you, and I hate that she has that power to control me like that." You finally finished, breathing out all the negativity you once had.

You felt kind of bad for Gilbert, he had only just been given this source of information. But he looked so calm if you cut out the fact that he had been clenching his jaw and his eyes looked stern. He felt bad that he thought you didn't like him when instead it was all swapped around in which you were forced to be like this. "How come Josie is much harsher with you than anyone else?"

And now you felt nervous again.

This was something you couldn't explain, hell, you couldn't even speak about it.

Telling your beloved crush you like him was something more nerve-wracking than anything else. You knew that Josie knew about you liking Gilbert as well, she didn't even have to go up to you to assure about it. All the hidden stares and smiles you gave Gilbert when you thought no one was looking, you knew Josie had to be watching you as well.

"Apart of me thinks it's because I'm the new girl but it's because she knows that..." You stopped yourself, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you felt a nervous illness in the pit of your stomach, and you watched as Gilbert knelt back down in front of you, his curiosity showing clearly.

So you sucked in a deep breath.

And breathed it back out.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"That I like you,"

And everything definitely stopped. Everything around the two of you. Time slowed down exceptionally much and you gulped what you think would be in denial remarks though you knew it was time that you had to say something. Because truly you were physically hurting yourself because of this guy, and that needed to be stopped.

If out of anything, Gilbert was the most shocked he had ever been. His crush liked him back? God, what were the odds for that?!

"Y-You do?"

"...Yeah,"

"Oh,"

Then it grew quiet, with Gilbert trying to shout out his feelings to you as well though he hadn't succeeded in being so confident with his emotions while you sat there regretting everything you had ever done.

And so once you realised that Gilbert wasn't going to say anything, you murmured, "I'm sorry, I'll get going," Before racing out of his bathroom, through the warm wooden hall and seeing your basket resting on the dining table that you grasped before quickly walking to the front door. Ignoring Gilbert's shouts as he followed after you and the big pain in your knees as you opened the door after having to unlock it.

Though before you even made it outside, you felt hands hold your waist and swiftly spin you around. Which made you gasp out of obvious shock, even if you weren't surprised to see yet the same familiar face of a brunette called Gilbert Blythe.

He sighed in relief that he had caught you before you could leave his house, "D-Don't be sorry. Y/N, I like you too." He murmured.

He didn't even give you a chance to part your lips as he captured them with his and kissed them instead. He didn't mean to kiss you so harshly but his wave of confidence finally growing onto him couldn't help but do it almost immediately as he looked at you.

And you were so insanely shocked from his small five-second kiss that you couldn't even process what he had done. With your eyes immediately opening and his just fluttering wide, you knew you couldn't just leave him like that.

So you moved your hands to his cheeks - cupping them as he did with you before - so you could kiss him this time. He had made you feel like you were dreaming.

And boy, had you made him feel it when you gave him that kiss.

#gilbert blythe #gilbert x reader #gilbert blythe imagine #anne with an e #lucas jade zumann #anne x gilbert #imagine #gilbert #lucas jade zumann imagine

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shadowofthelamp · 4 years

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Best-Laid Plans

Yes, I have been inspired by the Zib/Number 2 content, why do you ask? Technically canon-compliant with issue 49, I think? I tried, at least. Again, Zib is referred to as ‘Dib’ since it’s kinda third-person limited with his thoughts influencing the narration and he really didn’t seem to like ‘Zib’.

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Wordcount: 970

Warnings: Mind control, mentions of Zib killing off some of the Zims.

Likes/comments/reblogs all super appreciated!

He’d tested it, of course. A few times, on a few Zims near the bottom of the hierarchy. Zims no one would miss, like the one that had some kind of glitch in his Pak that kept him perpetually laughing, or the one that had at some point become flattened like paper. Most of them ended up frying from the prototype virus and picked for parts before being thrown out the back. He’d have quite a pile of corpses if it wasn’t for the fact that he usually burnt them to avoid the smell.

Not that roasted irken was much better, but at least it faded with time.

Now, though, it was working like a dream. The new 100 (how on Earth had he made it to 100, packing peanuts, really?) and his little Dib and the pathetic little baby-Zim and fish-Zim had been sent away. He briefly considered letting the other version of himself in on the plan, but- no, he was certainly a slipshod Dib if he’d even been pulled in by the signal. He needed only the perfect- failure was not an option.

“Number two.” He paced around him, worn boots making barely a sound. He’d have to send a Zim into a different universe to get him some more before ordering detonation, he was starting to get sick of how his feet slid around inside the leather.

“Yes, oh glorious Dib?” His voice had the tones of Zim, but all the personality stripped aside, making room for Dib like he could slide down that frame and fill him from the inside out with his perfect, perfect, plan. His perfect self. A mirror with just the face of a Zim.

“Who do you obey?”

“You, your brilliance.” Two stared straight ahead, and Dib circled him again, examining every inch and popping his Pak legs to get a better look at Two’s face as a grin spread across his own. Heat ran through his head, rattling and boiling the blood around his brain, but he was used to that by now.

“Yes, I am brilliant, aren’t I...?” His eyes squinted. “I thought there might be more... visible markers. Your Pak’s glowing blue, but otherwise, you look like yourself.” There was a gentle slope to Two′s face, but the stress and manic energy were gone. Moldable, pliable, the shines of his eyes shifting ever-so-slightly as he followed Dib’s gaze. “I got all the bugs out, then. That works in my favor, though, since they won’t suspect a thing. They’ll all be dead by the time they realize.”

“Of course, Number One.” Two turned his head slightly, and Dib jolted- he hadn’t directly commanded him to do that. “Your plan is perfect.” He blinked slowly- much slower than most Zims. Most Zims were utterly manic, back and forth and back and forth, loud and brutal and dangerous, but Two- Two had always worshiped him. Maybe even more than the rest. It had been nice, to be admired so heavily. Two had adored the personal attention when he was turned into an errand boy.

Dib might miss him.

He shook that thought out of his head, gripping both sides of Two’s face with his index finger and thumb, nails (not claws, they weren’t claws) digging into the cheeks.

“You belong to me.” Two didn’t respond, and Dib dug in a little further. Irken skin was thicker than a human’s, with a single drop of pink blood oozing over Dib’s fingernail and leaving a barely-perceptible damp trail. “Respond. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Number One.” It almost looked comical, how he spoke a bit muffled with Dib squeezing his cheeks, like a fish. Dib released, withdrawing his Pak legs. He should just go sit down by the computer. Two was going to wipe out an entire universe of irken scum. He was a Zim, that kind of honorable death was more than he deserved.

He was taller than Dib. Why was that thought sticking in his brain so much? He resisted the urge to pop up on his Pak legs again to assert his authority- he needed to be clear-headed for this. Two’s only motion against his programming was to praise Dib- it must have been a subroutine he’d half-forgotten from an earlier version of the code, and certainly was nothing to worry about.

Perhaps he was just sentimental because Two had been useful these past few months? In the marginal sort of helpfulness that any sort of wide-eyed errand boy could be. Yes, that made sense. It was the same way a person could miss a particularly worn household appliance. Humans weren’t really meant for months and months of solitude, he was merely projecting some of that onto the Zim he’d interacted with the most. He’d probably do the same to a broom with a face on it. It was better to get rid of him to nip this in the bud, he had a lot of Zims to get through.

“Two.” He tapped his fingers on the side of his thigh. “Who do you belong to?”

“To you, my wonderful Dib.”

“What do you want?”

“To serve you, my masterful Dib.”

He crossed the room to settle down in his chair, fiddling with the buttons before opening the portal. Two couldn’t see him anymore, and Dib could only hear the faint hum of the electronics around him.

“You understand the plan.”

“I am to make my way to the Tallest and then deliver the virus, destroying every trace of irken filth from the galaxy.”

“Good. Good, good.” His fingernails clicked as he tap-tap-tapped them on the console. “Go.”

Ozone crackles hung heavy in the air and Dib could taste salt as the portal closed behind him and the tracking stats began.

Showtime.

#invader zim #zib #za2r #loosely #I was gonna have zib make him be affectionate but it felt like a little too much #zim number 2 #zim2 #zim 2 #invader zim comics #zib membrane #iz comics #shadow writes stuff #iz blogging #iz

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pilferingapples · 5 years

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enjolras & feuilly!

who steals french fries off the other’s platePossibly Accidentally? they aren’t really keeping a close watch on their food . Though it’s always possible These Fries Become Symbolic and suddenly represent the People, or A Barricade On These Streets, Marked Out By Mustard, Which is Not As Easy to Make A Symbolism with As The Ketchup But Is Much Easier To Draw With, and Look Do You Know the History of Potatoes and International Trade--The fries are in for a Long Night.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a coupleTHEY WOULD NEVER. NEVER. EVER. Mostly because it just wouldn’t occur to them that that would be a Funny Thing To Do. Enjolras might give the Joking Someone the Abyssal Gaze Attack if he’s feeling especially peeved by the situation , though.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jailThey Take Turns. Both of them are pretty good about not getting caught, though.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issuesEnjolras...gives advice that is actually Not Bad if you’re an extremely earnest idealistic republican revolutionary sort who’s really got very little time for romance because The Activism Comes First, and your problems are the kind of problems that arise from that.So he’s actually pretty helpful for Feuilly to talk to!, on the blue-moon occasion that Feuilly is both having A Romance and Issues In That Romance.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyesIs Is this game about World Politics is it about local politics is this game a useful metaphor for any politics or social action at all if it’s not then like. Not that they won’t try to play it. But five minutes in,it’s gonna be derailed for A Conversation About Politics. They don’t particularly need to cheat in Debate.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunkNeither of them is particularly picky either way;but Enjolras is taller, so everything else being equal, he’ll generally take whichever is the one with more headspace so he doesn’t smack his Hugo Approved Forehead on the upper bunk/ceiling when he sits up in the morning

who starts and who wins the pillow fightsExcuze You Their Tactical Upholstery Barricade Practice is Not A Game it is Serious Revolution Planning (Enjolras wins every time but sometimes Feuilly comes close)

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crushFeuilly would sooner come up with the entire script of the first season of Star Trek: The Original Series than he would come up with the idea of Enjolras Having A Crush, and if he did get that idea he would sooner wear a Redshirt Of Doom than make a Slightly Risque Joak about that crush. Enjolras would just. Not.

#Justice and His Tutor #yes I quite like them as Friends Also #firing the headcanons #as always please assume this is happening in canon era #where there also just happens to be a modern fast food restaurant etc #I feel kinda bad for the Enjolras answers #I think he does have a good sense of humor actually #or A Sense of Humor anyway #it just doesn't run in that Direction at allll #anyway #thank you Nonny!#Hey Nonny Nonny #answereds

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Hi there! Don't know if I made this request somewhere (this was sitting on my phone for a long time so I don't know if sent this to someone yet) but here goes: May I request a scenario/ hcs on he following swords: Yasu, Shoku, Yamanbagiri, Kara-bou, and a sword of your choice walking in on their female saniwa changing clothes and accidentally sees a scar on her back that she got a long time ago when she's still a starter saniwa??

Long time no see everyone. As you have heard we have a few Mods joining us in running this blog! This will not only help us in running this blog much more smoothly (If only school, work and my credit card was easier to manage).

Please treat them kindly as you have treated me when I started!

-Mod Catharia.

P.S. My job interview went well and hopefully I’ll hear from them in the next few days. If I actually do get the job, I can be looking at possibly getting a place of my own or a even a car!

YAMATONOKAMI YASUSADA

The Uchigatana had been assigned to cleaning duties and he was tasked in cleaning the inner areas which consisted of the Saniwa’s bedroom as well as the study

The pony-tailed warrior was carrying a feather duster as well as a small hand-held contraption called a vacuum cleaner

He had been so impressed with the cleaning machine that he would call dibs on it whenever he had been assigned to clean

At some point he had commented that the vacuum cleaner would become his new partner (during cleaning, of course, because it’s a bit more reliable than a certain brunette warrior who would rather do his nails)

Anyway, the said warrior had begun to work on the cleaning up your bedroom…which was easier said than done.You were not a messy person per say but sometimes…you tended to start hoarding a few things…

like some knickknacks you found in the weekly night market

a few extra linens that you had thought to be ‘cute’ but never used

a stack of books that you never got around to reading stacked ominously over your desk

A small sigh escaped from the blue-haired Uchigatana as he holds unto his trusty vacuum cleaner before getting to work

Halfway through his task, the sword got a little tired of cleaning up and decided to take a short rest

And by resting, I mean going through some of your things and playing around

LOL Yaasusada trying on your scarves and sunglasses in front of the mirror imitating Kashuu is such a cute picture

The sword stiffened when his ears picked up a pair of footsteps hurrying down the enegawa leading to your room

Without thinking, the young man quickly slipped into the closet–still wearing your scarf and sunglasses which was perched on the top of his head–where your futon was stored, leaving a very small crank for light

Why he didn’t let the person coming in know that he was in there was pretty obvious: He looked absolutely ridiculous dressed like this–Kashuu would never let him live it down if he got caught–and he went through your stuff without permission

The Uchigatana remained in the dark closet for a few more seconds, listening to the rustling of clothes in the room before it became silent once more

Th young mn decided to peek through the small opening and threw his head back, almost banging it against the wall in shock

The sword tugged at the scarf around his neck as he covered his mouth to keep from making any sounds, totally caught off guard at the scene

…

You had originally left that morning with Mutsunokami and Hachisuka to go into the nearby village to check on the villagers who had been complaining about the irrigation problems in the fields

You had helped in planting a few stalks and accidentally fallen into the muddy fields–much to Hachisuka’s disapproval–and in the process gotten yourself quite dirty

When you returned home the purple-hired warrior directed more like bossed you to go and change out of your clothes

…So here you were…Changing in the privacy of your bedroom, totally unaware

A heads up would have been nice, Saniwa…

What totally caught him off guard was the fact that you had started stripping down and sat in front of your vanity without covering yourself

S C A n d A L o u S

The raven-haired blade tried to keep his eyes off you but eventually noticed the deep scars marring your small back and instead inched closer to the door, curious as to how you got them…

…When he accidentally kicked the door and the sunglasses perched on his head almost fell unto the floor

The clatter scared you making you grab the closest fabric to cover yourself with, eyes darting all over the room

You finally noticed the slightly ajar closet and walked over, wrecking the door open

“H-Hello, Aruji…” You are then met with the Uchigatana’s weak smile and a small sheepish wave

“What are you doing inside my futon closet?”

“Um…Cleaning?”

“Ah, Would you mind helping with my clothes first?” You tug at the Uchigatana’s sleeve gently, motioning him to get out the closet before you walk over to the divider to grab your robes

“I did not even realize you were in my room…” You spoke before doing a double take. “Are those my sunglasses?”

“Ahh…I’m sorry!” The sword tried to slip off the glasses while you laughed amusedly

“It’s fine! Keep it on!” You smile faintly as you handed your companion with your clothes. “I guess it will help protecting your eyes from the dust.”

The sword immediately aided you in putting on your robes, making sure not to stare too long at your marred back…and you noticed

“I was not following orders during a mission…resulting to my injuries.”

“…Does it still hurt, Aruji?”

“No…Not as much as in the past.” You allow the warrior to tuck in your obi and finally allow you check your reflection in the nearby mirror. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried, Aruji.” The concerned sword merely tugged at your sleeves gently. “The thought of you injured is unfathmoable.”

The sound of clothes rustling filled the silence between the two of you until you feel the gentle pat on your shoulder

“All done, Aruji.”

“Ah, thank you.” You turn your head and reach for the Uchigatana’s to keep him from moving away. “Yasu…I know you’re still worried but I can assure you that everything is fine.

You watch the expression on the young man’s face as he nodded slowly and you moved closer to give him a brief hug and squeeze

“Nothing bad will happen…Everyone is doing their best to protect each other, I have full faith in all of you.”

You feel the Uchigatana return the hug and you received a squeeze as well, indicating that he believes in your words

SHOKUDAIKIRI MITSUTADA

The Tachi had been passing by that morning in your room while holding unto a tray of breakfast

What are you having fro breakfast you ask??

A western-styled breakfast which included sausages, eggs, toast, a side salad, a side of jam and black coffee

Seriously…Are you really a Saniwa…Or are you a Princess…??

The one-eyed warrior had knocked a few times and usually you would have already answered and told anyone to come in

Being the curious man that he is, he entered your room and noticed the unmade futon that was still on the floor

He finally placed your breakfast on your desk and looked around the room

It was only when he noticed that there was someone behind the byobu and the sound of the drawers being frantically opened was enough to arouse some suspicion

There had been instances that enemy Saniwas had been sending familiars to try and infiltrate the Citadel but it never reached the inner area

Shokudaikiri was not very sure that it was an intruder…but who else would try to go through your drawers…??

…Unless, it was a fellow perverted deviant curious Touken Danshi then he would beat the living sh*t lightly scold them with his sword

Slowly inching towards the screen he crouched and summoned his sword before peeking behind the divider

But what greeted him totally caught him off guard and caused a an insane blush to spread like wild fire across his face

A-Aruji!?!?! He would shriek internally after seeing you slowly disrobe

His golden eye followed your yukata as more of your skin begun to appear right in front of him

Low-key licked his lips as he watched…The pervert!!

It was only then he noticed the rather large scar on your back when he narrowed his eyes

He never remembered you being hurt and a scar that big would mean that the wound must have been quite painful

“Are you enjoying the show, Shokudaikiri?” Your voice caught him off guard almost making him fall on his backside.

“W-Wha–!! It’s not what you think, Aruji!” The raven-haired Tachi began but could not form a sentence, being too flustered.

“I never considered you to be a peeper…” You drape your yukata around your shoulders, turning your head ever so slightly

If you thought Mitsutada’s eyes couldn’t become any larger, you’re dead wrong—It’s literally the size of saucers at this point

RIP Mitsutada Shokudaikiri…You’re going to be dismantled at this point because of your wandering eyes…

“It’s alright. There isn’t much to look at.” You interrupted as you turn away. “I’m not as pretty compared to other Saniwas.”

“That’s not true, Aruji.” The warrior shook his head as he got up from his spot, putting his sword away and giving you a smile. “May I?”

A small exasperated smile escaped from you before you lowered your yukata once more, allowing the taller individual to see the rather large scar that covered your midsection to your shoulder.

“Go ahead.”

You almost flinched when cold hands came in contact with your back and relaxed when you felt his fingers trail the scar.

“You’re still beautiful…Aruji.” Now it was your turn to blush as the Tachi drapped your kimono over your shoulders as if trying to protect you from the cold. “This scar only adds to your charm…”

You can’t tell me otherwise that this man is not a gentleman!!

“And what is my charm?” You tighten the hold around your kimono as Shokudaikiri patted your shoulders in an encouraging manner.

“You’re definitely much braver than other Saniwas…” The taller man smiled amusedly. before whispering “…Although a little more troublesome.”

THE TEASE!!!!

With that you burst into laughter before turning around and hitting the one-eyed sword playfully

YAMANBAGIRI KUNIHIRO

The Uchigatana was passing by to deliver some of your folded laundry at the same time grumbling that it was a task that a copy like him shouldn’t be doing in the first place

Apparently, the blonde keeps on claiming that he did not share a close relationship with you

Even when he was your starter sword…

Sooo….All those nights you guys spent playing Shogi while having deep meaningful conversations about the Pros and Cons about having a small petting zoo on the property was for naught…

Wow…W O W, Manba-chan…So COLD

Anyway, the cloaked figure had knock a few times to indicate that he was dropping off some of your linens

He finally peeked inside when there was no answer and stepped in your room

Yamanbagiri was just about to drop off your basket of linens when he noticed that your futon was still on the floor, with the blankets in disarray

He immediately turns his gaze away intent in just leaving your clothing to the side–reasoning that he was not entitled to follow after your messes

He’s a a Token Danshi…not a Maid…

But the memory of you rushing to get to your office this morning to finish a few documents that needed to be sent that morning came flooding in

With a sigh, the blonde walked over to start fixing your bed and place it into the closet

Once that was done, his gaze went over to your freshly laundered clothing and paused before reminding himself

I-I guess a duplicate has it’s uses….

Silently debating with himself, the Uchigatana finally gave in and decided to just place your clothing into their respective drawers to you won’t have to do it later on

As he was placing the last of your yukata in the drawer, he heard the doors to the room open and he froze in his place

“Ahhh…Finally.” You voice drifted into the other side of the divider.

“I will have Yagen come by later to look at your back, Aruji.”

“Thanks Ichigo. Just tell him to come in…in case, I might have fallen asleep.” Yamanbaigiri could hear a yawn leaving your lips as the Tachi of the Awataguchi clan closed the door

The blond immediately crouched down, feeling a dizzy as the prospect of you finding him, clutching unto your yukata hitting him like a slap on the face

He held unto the cloth tightly and held his breath as he watched your figure come closer to the screen…

For a moment, he closed his eyes as he tried to make himself look small–hopefully you have not seen him yet

It was only when he heard the closet door to where your futon had been placed being opened

“…I don’t remember putting my futon back…??”

“…” O.O!!!

“…Oh well…”

Yamanbagiri only heard you taking out the bed again and placing the blankets on the floor

You had every full intention in staying in your room after having to get up so early in the morning to finish your work and Yamanbagiri was praying to every deity that you would leave so he can sneak out as well

How is he going to get out of this situation!? He wasn’t a pervert! He was just placing your clothes into their respective places! What has he done to deserve such punishment!? Someone help-!!

His train of thought was immediately cut off when saw you walk to a closet just adjacent to where he had been hiding behind the screen

Good thing he was crouched on the floor and you could not see–Wait! Why are you taking off your clothes!?!?

The blond could feel his face burning and immediately buried it into your clothing–even his ears felt hot!

Saniwa is never like this! Even as the first sword he had never seen your bare legs–much less your back!

S C A n d A L o u S 2.0

After a few seconds-which felt like half an hour for the warrior- he finally peeked through his fingers and saw your marred back as you began to change into more comfortable clothing

He could not recall anyone or anything inflicting those injuries since he arrived…

The skin had already healed and instead raised lines criss-cossed your back haphazardly…It looked painful….as if you had been whipped

The Uchigatana had been so lost in his thoughts and did not realize that you had changed into a new yukata and turned to grab a robe to go over it when you met his astounded gaze

…

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?” You squeaked as you wrapped your arms around yourself

LOL. Too late….He already saw everything…and possibly more…

“L-LAUNDRY!” The blond could only reply when you sunk unto the floor, thoughts going 100 kph. “I came by to drop off your laundry when you-you started-!!”

The both of you could feel the redness seeping into your cheeks as you avoided eye contact with each other and awkward silence descended on the two of you

“…You saw it didn’t you.”

“I-I have no idea what you mean, Aruji.” the blonde tugged at his cloak harder, to shield his face. “I didn’t see–”

“They’re pretty hard to miss…” You cut him off as you finally meet his gaze. “…My scars, I mean…It was a long time ago so don’t worry.”

“A-are you sure, Aruji?” Bright but unsure emerald eyes finally looked up to see your own calm ones

“You are the first sword of this Citadel and one of my retainers…” You manage a smile and finally a shrug. “I trust you with a few of my secrets, Yamanbagiri.”

OOKURIKARA

You found yourself standing in front of the hearth, stirring a pot of Miso soup and the same time preparing a more than a dozen Onigiri

You ask why?

It was all because there had been a severe storm last night and two of your campaigning teams had been sent out during that time

And yes, you had checked the weather report yesterday morning…You were a reliable Master most of the time

You sent out the First and Second Units respectively after seeing that the weather was absolutely fine…

So imagine your surprise when it started coming down heavily yesterday afternoon so you did a double check on the weather once more

It was only then when you realized that the weather report was dated from the same day last week when you did a face palm

After a minute of you reprimanding yourself, you eventually got up to prepare a few blankets and some tea when the units returned home

And when the boys and men did arrive, you noticed how soaked they all were to the bone and you immediately fussed over them

”Good Evening, Aruji. Wonderful weather isn’t it?” Mikazuki smiled brightly as he was literally dragging himself and using his sword as a cane because his robes had soaked so much water before sneezing into his sleeve

“A-Aruji?” Izuminokami pushed his hair aside while Horikawa helped him manage his hair--and by that I mean, holding unto it like a flower girl while the bride walked down the aisle on her wedding day

“A-Achii!” The small sneeze came from the two small figures of Midare and Akashi who shivered underneath Ichigo’s wet cloak “S-Saniwa-sama! We’re home!”

You almost threw yourself at the Tantous to give them a hug because you felt so bad

“Hurry come inside!” You holler over them, not caring if the floors were going to get wet in the process. “Here are some blankets…”

With the aid of the Samoniji Brothers, Yamatonokami and Kashuu, you were able to provide everyone with towels and some tea to warm them up

You watched worriedly as Shokudaikiri, Yagen and Horikawa wipe down their noses, seeing that they had indeed caught the cold already–you silently prayed to the Gods that everyone would not get too sick…

And that night, everyone…and I mean, everyone in the two units caught the cold and even a couple of the warriors ran a slight fever as well

Presently, here you were making some soup and tea to bring to men and boys who were confined to the large common room

After walking all the way to the sick room and opening the door, you could hear the groans and exaggerated pained moans from the men who were feeling a little better

You would definitely know if a sword was sick because they would be either out cold or dead asleep from the medication given from last night

Tsurumaru’s shadow doing a small cartwheel was enough to convince you that he was feeling a little bit better compared to some people

It was only when the the smell of miso filled the room when a few of the warriors begun to sit up–you were not really sure if they were happy to see you or rather the food

You eventually make your rounds while handing everyone some medicine then making sure to wipe them down with a cool towel–you just brush off the men’s embarrassment for the sake of making sure that they were all comfortable

How brave and forward of you Saniwa…

After everyone had settled down and were tucked in, once more you leave the common room but not before promising that you will be back to bring them dinner later on

When it became dark out, you quickly asked the assistance of a few of the Tantous to bring the soup into the sick room

As you walk down the hallway, a pair of Gokotai’s tiger cubs ran in between you legs and made you halt suddenly, trying not to step over them

In the process, Gokotai ran into your back and the tray carrying half a dozen bowls of hot soup seeped into your clothes making you yelp

“Yah!!”

“A-Ah! I’m so-so sorry Saniwa-sama!!” The little Tantou quickly apologized as you tried to steady yourself before reassuring the young boy that it was fine by patting his head gently

“Are you alright, Aruji?” The concerned voices of Shinano and Taikogane flanked you as you gave them a smile.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, Aruji.” The blonde tugged at the end of his shirt weakly and you could see a few tears in the corner of his eyes.

“Don’t cry. It was just a small accident.”

You glance at the two other swords before gently motioning to the door to the sick room a few paces down

“Why don’t you hand this out to everyone, Gokotai?” You smile as you replacing his tray with your own instead before patting his shoulder. “I’ll just change into some new clothes and I’ll catch up, okay?”

You watched as the three small figures hurried to the designated room before making your way to the kitchens to get more soup

Once in the confines of the kitchen you decided to quickly take off your robe and shirt, knowing that you needed to apply some cold water on the burning area for a minute or so

It was not like anyone was going to enter the kitchen since everyone was having dinner in the Great Hall or the sick room–both areas being quite far away

You remained in your underwear while immediately soaking a small piece of cloth from one of the drawers and placed it on the reddening area on your back making you flinch

You you did a few times and did not seem to notice nor hear the doors to the kitchen opening as one of the TouDans entered

“What the hell are you doing?”

You were immediately greeted with Ookurikara standing in the doorway, carrying a tray of empty plates and bowls

“!!!” You almost screamed when you heard the low voice and immediately grabbed your discarded shirt to cover yourself up

“A warning would have been nice!” You shout while trying to fight down your embarrassment which was futile

You could feel the Uchigatana staring you down and you could not help but feel your neck and shoulders burn as you became more flustered

God, no one has even seen you in your underwear and of all people it had to be Ookurikara

“Get dressed, someone can just walk in and get the wrong impression.” You glance up and was immediately taken back when the tanned man walked closer to you, placing the tray on the side of the sink before glaring you down “I don’t intend on getting friendly. Go get changed already.”

Eeek!

You nodded and tried to put on your clothes loosely before hissing softly as the cloth rubbed the sensitive area on your back, the small sound was heard by the tanned man but he made no comment

“T-Thank you, Ookurikara.” You turn around as you were about to leave the kitchen.

“Just hurry up.”

You quickly make your way to your room while the Uchigatana filled the bowls once more with the soup and placing them on the trays before delivering them

The raven-haired sword’s thoughts drifted to the reddening area on your back but what caught his eyes the most was the beautiful cherry blossom tattoo that decorated your back

He had noticed a few large scars and no idea where you had received those wounds but it must have been painful judging from how deep the cuts were…and to get a tattoo that large to hide them??

He’s a little impressed with you but obvs won’t say anything

Ookurikara was suddenly taken out of his thoughts when he heard the voices of Tsurumaru from the opened door of the sick room

“Well, this if this isn’t a disappointing surprise..” The Crane sighed faintly at his fellow Dategumi before peeking from behind the wooden door. “I thought Aruji was coming…”

“She’s coming.” The raven-haired Uchigatana merely handed the platinum-haired sword the tray of food before walking away. “I’m going now.”

He wasn’t one for socializing anyway but he was 0.79% concerned about your burn but knows you’re a big girl adult who can handle it…

KOGARASUMARU

I made a slight change to this scenario, please forgive me

It was your fifth anniversary as the master of the Touken Danshi and you had invited a few fellow Saniwas over for a day of celebrations

The day had started in a more tame manner–having to perform a few formal ceremonies and rites

At some point, you almost decided to not even show up and just wear you pjs the whole day but Horikawa and a few others forced you out of bed to get changed into those heavy ceremonial clothes

But when twilight begin to near the Citadel became much more noisy with music playing fairly loud and boisterous laughter filling the air

It was during dinner time that it became much more chaotic as the portable karaoke set and drunken conversations swirled around

Of course, you were a competent Saniwa, a loyal follower to the Government, and a fair-minded subordinate with a composure rivalling Koutetsu Samoji’s…

But all those qualities literally flew out the window when in the presence of your fellow Saniwas, some fun gambling games and alcohol that Jiroutachi, Fudou and Nihongou would have a ball until they passed out

There goes the serious image that you had built up out the window

The Main Hall had been so packed by humans and swords during dinner that the party had extended all the way to the backyard which was decorated by lanterns

SO PRETTY!

A team of swords who had been assigned to the task of cooking had prepared a large feast while your group of friends had also brought more food as well

You had thanked those who had prepared the feast and had decided to serve them by piling food on their plates

“Aruji! That’s too much food!” -Hasebe

“May I have seconds!?” -Midare

“This is quite good…” -Kasen

“Delicious.” -Sayo

The party dragged on and eventually the younger swords were ushered to bed as it was getting late--much to their dismay

“Ichi-nii! I wanted to play more!” -Akita

“We can play more games tomorrow–” Ichigo

“But Aruji will be too tired!” -Houchou

“I want to play some more!” -Taikogane

“Do we really have to go to bed?” -Kenshin

“Mhm. It’s getting quite late.” - Azuki

You were given a few hugs from the smaller swords who congratulated you once more before heading off to bed

Shortly after the younger-looking swords left, the adults moved on to something different

It was only when you busted out the karaoke machine when the real fun started

You and a few female Saniwas started out with a sing along and danced around and it was on the second song that you decided to encourage your swords to parttake in the fun as well

You quickly reel in Kotegiri Gou into a famous Disney song called “A Whole New World” from Disney

You can see Kashuu and Kikkou’s eyes glaring down at your partner as you held each other’s hand while continuing to sing

After quickly finishing the song, the Shinzengumi group performed a rendition of the Backstreet Boys’ “I want it that way”

It was then quickly followed by the Dategumi who performed *NSYNC’s “Bye Bye Bye”

Doudanuki even sang “I’ll make a man out of you” from Mulan with a few sword swinging demonstrations

Eventually the Genji Brothers volunteered more like Hizamaru being forced by his brother to join him, much to his embarrassment and sang their own version of “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley

Someone Save me…Save me from my imagination that is running wild

You’re probably wondering where Hasebe is at this point to scold everyone…He’s over there by the entrance, clutching a bottle of Sake, passed out after you dared him to a drink everything

The celebration continued on and bit by bit the sword warriors began to turn in for the night, letting you enjoy yourself while dragging a few of their drunk comrades back to their own rooms

It was at 3 AM in the morning and the party was still in full-swing

Kogarasumaru, one of the nocturnal swords, passed by the common room and peeked in. The raven-haired sword sighed before passed out in a nearby table, surrounded by different sake bottles

The oldest sword merely knocked on the side to let the other masters know that he was entering, sending them a smile

“Good evening. Would you all mind if I bring my little master to bed?”

“Oh no! Not at all!”

“Go ahead take her!”

“She must have been all tuckered out from singing!”

The raven-haired Tachi merely smiled faintly as he gently carried you out of the main hall and to your private quarters

Once inside your bedroom, the raven-haired Tachi laid you down on your futon and began to tuck you in only to realize that you did not seem to want to let go of him

“To go as far as to hold unto this father out. Is this fate as well?”

The oldest member of your citadel gently pried of your fingers from his shoulder before getting up to gather a spare cloth, a basin of water and your yukata

He had thought that it might be uncomfortable to find yourself in such a state in the morning so wiping you down seemed like a good option

He had started with your face and moved down to your arms before gently pushing you unto your side–you know, just to make it easier to put on your new clothing and keep your modesty

It was only when he had taken off one sleeve when he noticed the deep scars that etched your smooth skin when his mind wandered for a bit

Was it something from a fight or perhaps an accident? He had never seen the marks from before…Surely, if you had gotten hurt, the other warriors would have protected you without a second thought…

Kogarasumaru’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a sign of his irritation. He was not one to get irked but the idea of his master being subject to pain and not being protected made him a bit angry

With a shake of his head, the Crow merely discarded any negative thoughts and instead brought the covers of your futon to your chin before gently patting you down

“Mhnn…” You stir ever so slightly and the older man merely reached over to pat you comfortably and you fall back asleep

“There there…Father is here.” Kogarasumaru smiled amusedly and leaned down to place a light kiss over you forehead before getting up and moving away

“Well then, I’ll be off. Good night, my little Aruji.” The Tachi closed the door behind him quietly

Unknowingly, a happy smile seemed to be etched on your face as the sword made his way back to his own room

#Mod Catharia #I apologize for the long post #and the lateness #I hope everyone enjoys this one #touken ranbu #yamatonokami yasusada #Yamanbagiri Kunihiro #shokudaikiri mitsutada #Ookurikara #kogarasumaru

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wurraan · 7 years

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Two scenes from a Naruto/FFVII reincarnation fic I’m probably never going to write (Cloud-Sasuke, Zack-Naruto, Aerith-Sakura):

Zack looked at the duck. Then he looked back at Cloud. Back to the duck.

His face grew progressively more delighted as Cloud's became more and more stormy. Cloud hissed. "Za-Naruto I swear to the Gods that if you--" "Oh my Goddess," Zack breathed reverently. "You still have a bird butt." Cloud snapped his eyes shut and took a deep, calming breath. Then he took another. "Please don't-" "Thank the Goddess, you still have bird butt! Praise be to her genius and generosity!" Aerith was unhelpfully standing off to the side, trying to muffle her giggles in her hands. It wasn't working.

Cloud took the only course of action that made any sense. He tackled Zack into the pond.

They both ducked instinctively when they felt something coming towards them, making sure to drag Aerith down with them. Zack peeked up, trusting Cloud to make sure she was fine as he found out what they had just dodged. As the mist cleared slightly he could make out a figure on the other side of the clearing, standing on what appeared to be a thin platform sticking from a tree. Something about that isn't quite right. He was pretty sure that that hadn't been there before. Naruto squinted, trying to work out what the figure was standing on. He slowly recognised it as some thick kind of metal with a long handle. When it fully clicked what he was seeing his eyes widened and only one thought went through his mind: "Dibs!" Everyone froze. Including the figure. Sasuke and Sakura quickly raised their heads from where they were fussing over each other to find the source of Naruto's sudden need to vocally claim something before they even saw what it was. Seeing the huge sword sticking out from a tree Sakura turned her head away in an attempt to hide her giggles while Sasuke was offended. " You can't just claim loot as your own before we even fight the enemy! The person who deserves it most gets it!" “Well that's too bad because I just did! Dibs! See I did it again, I doubled dibbed it!” Zack fist pumped the air, presumably in victory, sure no one would find fault in his logic. Of course Cloud felt the need to rain on his parade (hehe). “That isn't how it works and you know it. Or else that ribbon would have been mine.” Naruto immediately clammed up, eyes wandering off so they wouldn't make contact with anyone. His arm came up to scratch his cheek nervously. “I have no idea what you're talking about Cloudy-bear. Maybe this heat is gettin' to you, you're not used to such warm weather. It's making you say nonsense about stuff that never happened.” Sasuke straightened and stalked forward, eyes narrowed dangerously. “I know exactly what I'm talking about. We were on a mission in Kalm and fighting some monsters when one of them dropped a Ribbon. I saw it first and called dibs. I distinctly remember you telling me it was,” here he put on a mockingly high voice, “'unprofessional to try and bring such a childish notion on a mission'. Then you 'confiscated' it to give to the proper authorities. What happened to that ribbon, Naruto? Because I very much doubt you gave it up.” Naruto was sweating nervously, flicking his eyes around, trying desperately not to look at Sasuke who was now looming threateningly over him. He hadn’t realised just how much taller Cloud was than him now! He was getting close to cracking and confessing everything he'd ever done wrong in his life, starting with when he knocked over a vase and blamed it on the dog when he was four, when his saviour interrupted. “These are shinobi of Konoha? They're squabbling children!” the man on the sword barked, peeved at being ignored for so long. Sasuke suddenly twisted around, fixing the mysterious ninja with a sharp glare cultivated by managing to kill the strongest man in the world three times, helping to raise two kids plus Yuffie, working at a bar and dealing with Rufus and his merry band of comic relief characters on a regular basis. “Excuse me,” he grit out. “We are having a very important conversation about the distribution of loot. Please leave all comments and question until the end, thank you very much.”

“I’m not going to wait around while you idiot’s argue! I’m going to kill you all, especially the old guy!”

“He’s not actually old,” Naruto interrupted helpfully. “He just has unfortunately coloured hair.”

“No, the actual old man! The drunk one with the stupid hat!”

A pause. “Are you sure?”

“How could I not be sure?!”

“It’s just… this dude doesn’t seem like much of a threat.”

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An Alpha Omega: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Van, I think I’m in love,” Jack sighed as he flopped onto his bed.

“Hope it’s ain’t contagious,” she replied as she bit into her apple while reading a chapter out of her ‘Introduction to Psychology’ textbook. “I don’t need that stupidity in my life right now. Got a hard enough time keepin’ the dumbasses at bay in class.”

“Hmmm,” Jack rolled over to smile at her. “He’s so nice. And handsome. And did I mention he smells really good?”

“Okay, now I’m intrigued,” she grinned as she dog-eared the page in her textbook and dropped it onto the nightstand. “Continue.”

“He genuinely cares about me,” Jack sighed dreamily. “He goes out of his way to cover his scent so it doesn’t bother the other Omegas in the class and he moves if he notices I’m getting overwhelmed. He has the nicest laugh; right from the belly; and he snorts a little when he’s trying to stop. His smile lights up a room….”

“You have it bad,” Vanessa grimaced. “We’ve been at school a couple of weeks and yer already feelin’ the itch. Invest in a boatload-a condoms.”

“Shut up,” he laughed and whipped his pillow at her. “It’s not an itch!”

“Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes as she stuffed the pillow under her arms and held it to her chest. “So you don’t want him to grind his hard cock against yer ass and whisper about all the naughty things he’s gunna do to ya?”

Jack felt his face heat up and rolled over to hide his face in the other pillow. He lifted his hand and flipped her off, burning hotter when she started cackling. Damn it, woman, did you not have a filter?!

“Aw, I’m sorry, Jack,” she teased before she pounced on him. “Don’t hide yer pretty face!”

“You bitch,” he laughed as he rolled over and playfully boxed her ear. “Gerrof!”

She cackled before trying to get him in a headlock. They wrestled on the bed like a couple of pups until Vanessa slipped and yanked both of them down to the floor. Jack knocked his head painfully off of her shoulder and let out a low whistle as he saw stars.

“You’re bony,” he commented.

“So’re you,” she groaned. “Please git yer knee outta my groin. I don’t have cushionin’ there.”

Jack carefully unravelled himself and helped her to her feet. He pulled her into a tight hug before hoisting the slightly taller woman over his shoulder and heading for the door.

“Jack Morrison, you put me down right now!” she howled with laughter. “I ain’t yer prize!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over the ringing in my ears,” he shouted as he headed down the hallway. “Who’s up for supper?”

“Do you two ever settle down?” one of the exchange students poked his head out the door to his single dorm room.

Most of the exchange and international students got to have first dibs on the single rooms. Jack was happy that he was rooming with Vanessa, but he would have liked a single room too. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about waking Vanessa up when he had to get ready for class first thing in the morning and she was still fast asleep. Or trying to sneak a quick hand-job in before he went to sleep; lord knew she didn’t masturbate.

“Nope,” Jack grinned as he turned towards the man. “Shimada, right?”

“Yes,” the man sighed as he stepped out of his room. “Morrison and McCree?”

“Yup,” Vanessa replied as she wiggled. “Jack, put me down. No one wants to talk to my ass.”

Jack shifted her backwards so that he had his arm hooked around her knees and she was hanging down his back. “Now he’s talking to your boots,” he laughed.

“You ass,” she replied before she started pinching his backside. “Put me down, short-ass.”

“Ow, ow,” he yelped as he dropped her to the floor.

Shimada shook his head and sighed as Vanessa rolled to her feet. “You two are very strange.”

“The joys of sharing a dorm room,” Vanessa shrugged before she set her hands on her hips. “I know this nice little Greek restaurant just up the road; serves great gyros. You feel like taggin’ along, Shimada?”

The man blinked at her before slowly licking his lips. “I...would like that,” he murmured.

“Great,” Vanessa grinned. “Grab yer wallet and meet us in the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” Shimada smiled and vanished back into his room.

“He’s so sweet,” Vanessa pouted before she shoved at Jack’s shoulder. “Come on; let’s go rustle up a few more people to join us. Make it less awkward for Mr. Japan.”

“There’s always room for more,” Jack agreed. “You take the right side, I’ll take the left side?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she nodded before hurrying off down the hall to start knocking on doors.

***

Jack grinned at the other people at the table. Vanessa had managed to convince shy, little Mei-ling to join them and she was smiling widely and hanging onto every word Vanessa said. Vanessa was talking excitedly with Lúcio, gushing about how much his music meant to her. Lúcio was talking just as excitedly, grinning widely at her as they discussed the importance of music in rehabilitation, especially for those with violent pasts.

Jack didn’t have a clue what they were talking about for the most part, but their enthusiasm was astonishing. He hadn’t realized just how much Vanessa knew about mental health and psychological research until she was pointing out ways to incorporate music and dance into a rehabilitation plan. It was amazing to listen to, even if he had nothing to add to the conversation.

“So, you two in the same program?” Jack asked after they stopped to breathe.

“Nah,” Lúcio grinned. “I’m in nursing. Easier to get into med school afterwards. Marginally, anyways.”

“Well, that’s cool,” Jack grinned. “You want a specialization or just stick to general stuff?”

“Sort of want to be a pediatrician,” Lúcio said. “I love kids. Being able to help them when they’re young and sick would mean the world to me. All those sad faces slowly getting happier? What’s better than that?”

Jack nodded his head before he caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. His head snapped up and around immediately and he grinned. He waved at Gabriel and he immediately headed over, a soft smile pulling at his lips. Jack couldn’t get enough of that smile, but he reined in his desire to just throw himself into Gabriel’s arm and let himself be carried off. That was highly inappropriate.

“Hey, Gabriel,” Jack greeted.

“Hello, Jack,” Gabriel smiled before he nodded to the table. “And friends.”

They all chimed in their hellos, but Jack noted that Vanessa had turned her whole body towards Gabriel and was giving him the mother of all stare-downs. Jack knew that body language and was a little peeved. Gabriel hadn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. He’d just walked over because Jack had invited him to. She didn’t have to act like this. Gabriel eyed her before he carefully lowered his head.

“I’m not a threat,” he said.

“Never hurts to be cautious,” she growled. “Yer makin’ my teeth itch.”

Jack shivered at the tone. He knew what she meant by that; Gabriel was making her want to go for the jugular. He’d heard his father use the same expression on a number of occasions when someone was getting too uppity for his liking. It always made them back down, but that was because he was an Alpha. He didn’t think that an Alpha would appreciate an Omega saying that to them. He knew that Vanessa was packing serious muscle under her skin, but Gabriel might not have noticed that if he was getting agitated by her obvious challenge.

“Sorry,” Gabriel smiled. “I’ll take my leave. I’ll see you in class, Jack. I’m supposed to be meeting some friends anyways. Enjoy your meal.”

“No problem,” Jack smiled. He waited until Gabriel had walked away before he turned on Vanessa. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

“You that oblivious?” she asked before she nodded towards Mei.

Jack looked at the environmental science student and immediately felt guilty. She was hiding under the table with only her hairpin visible. She was shaking too. He’d been so wrapped up in his adoration for Gabriel that he hadn’t stopped to think what an Alpha like him would do to a table full of unclaimed Omegas.

“Oh, Mei, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It’s okay; he’s gone. He wouldn’t have hurt you anyways.”

“He...was so...powerful,” Mei whispered as she shyly peeked over the table. “I was...unsure….”

“He’s a real Alpha,” Vanessa nodded sagely. “Ain’t one of them peacocks we usually deal with. He knows he’s an Alpha and so does everyone else. He ain’t gotta posture and threaten. I was only challengin’ him cuz of how he was makin’ you scared. Ain’t no one that’s gunna hurt my friends no matter how nice they appear.”

“Aren’t they all Alphas?” Shimada arched an eyebrow. “They smell like them.”

“Nah, they’re something else. Somewhere ‘tween an Alpha and a Beta,” Vanessa shook her head. “We use the Greek alphabet, so we don’t have a term for ‘em. Everyone just calls em ‘Alpha’ cuz it’s easier. But a real Alpha, now that’s rare. My Pa used to tell me stories about this Alpha he used to run with; Cap’n, he called him. Sweetest man that ever lived. Soft spoken and kind to those in his pack, but a monster to anyone that tried to harm them. Cuz that’s what an Alpha is; a protector, a guardian, someone that you know you can snuggle into and feel safe. That’s a real Alpha. And the best part is that Cap’n didn’t start out an Alpha; he earned that position cuz his pack trusted him.”

“Wow,” Mei sighed dreamily.

“Sounds like a fairy tale,” Shimada looked miserably down at his lap.

“Maybe,” Vanessa shrugged. “But I don’t mind settin’ my expectations high for these cocky bastards.”

“You aren’t afraid of being alone?” Lúcio asked.

“Nah,” she shrugged. “Rather be alone than stuck in a relationship where my opinion isn’t cared about because I’m an Omega. Relationships ain’t supposed to be power trips and there’s no way in Hell this cowgirl’s bowin’ to anyone’s boots. They can’t handle the fact that I don’t take anyone’s shit, they don’t deserve me. I ain’t settlin’ fer a big house and a white picket fence. I’d rather claw my own house together than be given it by someone that thinks I know owe them somethin’.”

Jack and Shimada shared a look and nodded their head. Yup, they had to agree with that. What was the point of being in a relationship if it wasn’t an equal one? Sure, there was never going to be a perfect balance, but communication was a huge factor. Why stay with someone if they just treat you like dirt over something you can’t help or control?

Vanessa walked into class and had to grab the doorframe to remain upright. The room reeked of an Alpha in rut. It was sour, too, like they had purposefully pissed themselves to get the scent everywhere. Ugh, it was so gross; she didn’t know how the other Alphas could stand it. She wanted to run the fucker out of the classroom for doing this and making everyone suffer their stench. Why wasn’t anyone else doing the same?

She covered her mouth and nose and headed straight for her usual seat. It was almost impossible to pinpoint where the bastard Alpha was; they must have purposefully walked all over the room to make sure there wasn’t a corner that was left untouched. Gods, she wanted to puke! As soon as she went to sit down, she got another lungful of sour rut-scent and glared at the man lounging in his chair beside her.

“Asshole,” she snapped as she sat down. “You couldn’t have covered yer scent?”

“Why should I?” he sneered. “All the other Omegas love the scent.”

“Not this Omega,” she shuddered. “Ugh, you smell worse than cat piss.”

“Oh please; like you don’t want to be bouncing on this cock,” the Alpha grinned as he gripped the front of his pants. “Bet it would mellow out that high-strung mouth of yours.”

Vanessa covered her mouth as she felt her stomach heave. He had not just said that; he couldn’t have! There was a line that not even an Alpha would cross, right? Right? She swallowed down the mouthful of vomit and coughed hard into her elbow. Fucking hell, she wanted to be sick so bad; let’s see how sexually attractive she was after she covered your pants in vomit, asshole. She pulled away slowly, shaking her head in disgust.

“Okay, first, ew,” she shuddered. “Second, that’s sexual harassment.”

“What?” the Alpha blinked.

Oh for fuck sake; he wasn’t that dense. He couldn’t be. There was no way he made it to college without being taught what qualified as sexual harassment. The world wasn’t still stuck in the Dark Ages, right?

“You sayin’ that to me when I’ve made it clear I’m uninterested? Yah, that’s sexual harassment and you can land yer ass in jail for that. Wouldn’t that look good when yer tryin’ to apply fer a job,” she snorted.

“Miserable little bitch,” the Alpha snarled.

“Why is that everyone’s favourite go-to word?” she asked. “Listen, you can’t blame me because yer a disgustin’ pig. I don’t care if yer rut is the bane of a lifetime; you don’t get to take it out on me because I ain’t interested in yah.”

She turned to face the front of the class and yanked her shirt up over her nose so that she had a small filter against the stench. She’d go sit somewhere else, but it looked like they were all against her. There was no other place for her to sit where she wouldn’t be surrounded by Alphas ready to grope her. It was like they had planned this. Somehow, that wouldn’t have surprised her.

The professor started the lesson, completely ignoring the stench in the air; typical. Why was she in the program full of assholes? Where were the decent Alphas that she knew existed? There was no way that the entire Alpha population were like this. They wouldn’t survive as a species if they were.

Fingers travelled over her knee and she grabbed the Alpha’s wrist. She shot him a warning glare, but he just grinned. She picked his hand off of her knee and set it on his own, pushing down to emphasize her point. She wasn’t interested in his advances nor was she interested in him. He was as boring as paint drying and she really, really didn’t care about the car he had back in Malibu. She’d heard all the braggart had to say over the last few weeks and she wasn’t interested in the slightest. The hand was back on her knee the instant she turned her attention back to the professor.

She reached down and grabbed his ring finger. She gave him a warning look before she started pulling backwards on the digit. He yelped in pain and pulled his hand away, staring at her like she was out of her mind. Oh, now he took the hint. Why did anyone only seem to understand bodily harm? She didn’t want to be an asshole!

“Is there a problem, Ms. McCree?” the professor sighed.

Oh, sure, now the fucker stops his class. No, couldn’t do it any other time she was beating her classmates back for unwanted advances. It had to be when she had to get overly physical with an Alpha that wasn’t taking the obvious rejection. Why the fucking hell was she not surprised?

“Of course there is, but considerin’ you didn’t send this pig to the nurse’s office to get something to cover his scent, you don’t really care,” she replied.

“Pig?” the professor blinked. “What are you…?”

“I have told him not to touch me and he has not listened,” she said. “If he continues touchin’ me, I will use more extreme measures.”

“Ms. McCree, the boy is in rut; you can’t expect him to listen,” the professor sighed.

“I hope the irony of what you just said isn’t lost on you, professor,” Vanessa said.

“Irony?”

Vanessa pointed at the whiteboard. In bold letters, the topic of the day was “Victim Blaming and Other Tools Used by Predators”. The irony was so palpable she was tempted to take out her knife and cut a donut out of the air. The professor spluttered and Vanessa allowed herself a smirk.

She knew it was only a temporary victory. He was going to try to shut down everything she said because if there was one thing Alphas like this class loved, it was redirecting the discussion so that their stupidity wasn’t in the spotlight. It always happened; someone, usually an Omega, pointed out the hypocrisy and the Alphas scrambled to misdirect the blame.

“That is hardly the same thing,” the professor said. “Today’s topic has to deal with….”

The Alpha set his hand back on her thigh and started kneading at the flesh under her jeans. He started panting, staring at her as his scent intensified. He was not trying to arouse her with that, was he? That didn’t work on anyone; why did he think that was going to work? He just made horny dogs look calm and collected and they humped everything in sight.

Vanessa kept her expression schooled as she noticed a horsefly light on the desk in front of her. It buzzed its wings innocently and started cleaning its bulbous head. Sorry, little horsefly, but you were about to be used to make a point. But, your kind did hurt like a bitch when they bit, so she wasn’t too sorry.

Quick as a flash, she had her knife out and plunged into the abdomen of the horsefly with her right hand, pinning it to the desk. The whole row of students let out shouts of surprise as the noise echoed through the room. The Alpha was staring at her blade as she deftly plucked it from the faux-wood and held the twitching insect up.

“Sorry, you were sayin’?” she said sweetly. “I just couldn’t let this nasty little critter bite someone.” She gave the knife a flick and the corpse dropped to the ground in front of her. She flipped the blade around and sheathed it on her left hip, glancing sideways at the Alpha that wouldn’t leave her alone. “And I’m left-handed,” she drawled as she wiggled the fingers on her left hand. “Mighty impressive if I do say so myself.”

The Alpha retracted his hand and sat up perfectly straight in his seat. His sour rut-scent was now coloured with fear. Good. Bastard deserved it after the bullshit he’d been putting her through.

Although, he did get his revenge in a way. She was barely out of the classroom ten minutes before her heat hit like a train. She barely managed to hobble into one of the washrooms for Omegas before the abdominal cramps had her doubled over in agony. Fuck that Alpha and all of fucking society that made it okay for him to wander around smelling like he did but lost their shit if an Omega didn’t have a plug in their ass to keep their heat-scent from leaking out. She sank to the floor, digging her nails into the tiling as she struggled not to throw up.

Fuck that Alpha with a rusted barb-wire fence post!

Jack stepped into the dorm room and winced. The scent of heat was heavy in the air and he could almost hear the agonizing clench of tormented guts. He walked over to Vanessa’s bed and sat down near her curled up body.

“Hey,” he murmured. “How bad?”

“White knife in the gut and twistin’,” she growled. “Fuck that Alpha back into the hole he crawled out of.”

“This is a rut-induced heat?” Jack asked.

That always made it worse. Heats sucked regardless of how old he got, but the ones brought on by a rutting Alpha were the worst. They always hurt and, while mercifully short, were always a nightmare to try to live through. Nothing helped and the only thing doctors ever prescribed was ‘sex with the rutting Alpha’. Like that was going to fucking solve anything.

“Yes. My scheduled one wasn’t fer another month,” Vanessa said.

“You take anything?”

“Advil, but it’s takin’ ferever to kick in,” Vanessa groaned.

“Hang on, I have something that might help,” he said as he got to his feet.

He rooted around in the bag of clothing that his father had sent him and pulled out a large black sweater. He stuffed his nose into it, inhaling deeply to make sure it was the right one. He whimpered softly at the warm scent that filled his nose before he turned and walked over to Vanessa.

“Here,” he said as he set the sweater down in front of her.

She blinked at it in confusion before she reached out and pulled it close. She gave it a curious sniff before her eyes widened. She let out a happy whimper and balled the sweater up against her chest, burying her nose into it.

“It smells like home,” she whispered. “Like home and hugs and...whose is this?”

“My dad’s,” Jack smiled as she curled around the sweater. “He’s an Alpha; his scent helps me relax through my heats. Don’t know why; everyone always told me I was disgusting for it.”

“Mmm,” Vanessa shook her head before she pulled the sweater on and pulled the hood up over her hair. “Probably thought you were gettin’ off to the scent of yer dad or somethin’.”

“Yes, because that’s totally what I was doing,” Jack rolled his eyes. “Walking around high school with a plug up my butt wishing my dad would fuck me. Gross.”

Vanessa let out a snort of laughter before she rolled onto her back, pulling the sweater up to her nose. Jack smiled at the sight; everyone he’d ever known did the same thing. They loved John’s scent and he couldn’t blame them. He smelt warm and like he would keep them safe no matter what. There was never an ulterior motive; John was just like Vanessa’s father’s Cap’n in that regards.

“I’ll have my dad send more of his stuff next time,” Jack promised as he got to his feet. “I’ll call him now and let him know that I need all of his shirts, just in case.”

Vanessa let out a soft murmur of agreement as he walked over to his bed. He dialed his father’s number, humming softly as he waited for John to pick up.

“Hey, Champ; what’s wrong?” John asked as soon as he answered.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just wanted to ask if you can send more clothing in the next care-package. My roommate’s heat hit unexpectedly because of some asshole Alpha going into rut and your scent is helping her relax.”

“Ah,” John chuckled. “Poor dear. Let her know I’ll send some t-shirts her way.”

“Dad, she’s taller than I am and an ex-gymnast slash colour guard slash cheerleader,” Jack said. “T-shirts aren’t going to help.”

“Oh. Well, sweaters than,” John laughed. “Tell her I say hello and that I’m sorry the other Alphas are douchebags.”

“Dad says hi,” Jack said as he hung up. “And he’s sorry your classmates are douchebags.”

“I appreciate it,” Vanessa smiled before she rolled over and sighed. “I’m taking a nap.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Jack promised as he got to his feet. “Feel better.”

“Mhmm,” Vanessa murmured.

Jack walked over and kissed her forehead. He ducked the swat aimed for his head and hurried out of the room cackling. It was worth it!

Vanessa walked into her class with John’s sweater over her shirt and headed straight for her usual seat. The damn Alpha was still there reeking to high heaven, but it was easier to ignore with such an overpowering scent of her own to focus on. The Alpha gawked at her as she set up her desk and turned her nose into the neck of the sweater. She inhaled the warm scent and closed her eyes contently.

Jack had showed her a picture of John and she had fallen into platonic love with the man. He was an older version of Jack with a tired smile and wire-rim glasses sitting on his nose. Everything about him screamed “father” and she wanted nothing more than to curl up beside him on a couch and watch action movies for hours while making corny jokes and criticizing the stupidity of the characters.

With her eyes closed, she could pretend that John was watching out for her. She could pretend that he was at her back glaring at the other Alphas in the room. Sure, the illusion broken the minute she opened her eyes and had to start taking notes, but that was fine. At least it was something to focus on other than the pain twisting its way through her guts and the uncomfortable plug absorbing all of her heat slick.

“What’s that smell?” the Alpha beside her whispered.

No doubt he was clearly awestruck by the scent. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was very much there and demanded immediate attention.

“My roommate’s father,” she replied. “A real Alpha.”

“What?”

“You’re a peacock to his lion,” she said. “All flair with no substance while he’s out protecting his pack.”

“I don’t….”

“Of course you don’t understand,” she said. “You aren’t an Omega.”

That silenced the Alpha immediately. Vanessa spent the rest of the class undisturbed and when she went to her next class, all the Omegas quietly asked if they could scent her sweater. All six of them stayed huddled at the back of the room, basking in the scent of a real Alpha and knowing that if he was there that he would keep the others at bay with his protective aura.

Why couldn’t more Alphas be like this? It would be so much easier to relax and be themselves if they had someone that wasn’t a threat nearby. They didn’t even have to say anything; they just had to sit there as a buffer so that they could get their work done. Why couldn’t more Alphas be like John Morrison?

“So your friend doesn’t really like me,” Gabriel said as he tried to make sense of his notes.

“Who?” Jack blinked at him in surprise.

The man was almost in his twenties; he should not look that adorable. Gabriel just wanted to chew on his cheeks until he squealed. And then maybe fuck him over the…wow, nope. Reel it in, Gabe. Sombra would castrate you if she ever heard you think that. Be polite. He’s not your Omega. Yet.

“The brown haired one with the perpetual glare,” Gabriel replied.

“Oh, Van? Nah, she’s just defensive of the other Omegas,” Jack shook his head. “She’s a great woman. She’s just had bad experiences with Alphas, that’s all.”

“That her heat scent on you?” Gabriel asked as he leaned in to sniff. “Really pungent.”

“Yah, that’s hers,” Jack sighed. “Alpha in her class was in rut and didn’t try to cover his scent at all. Kick-started her heat early.”

“She isn’t trying to cover it?” Gabriel asked without thinking.

Jack’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back in his chair. He tipped his chin back and Gabriel regretted opening his mouth at all.

“So because she’s in heat she should be going out of her way to hide her scent but the Alpha douchebag that kick-started it doesn’t have to?” Jack asked coldly.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” Gabriel said pathetically. “I just…most Omegas try to cover their scent so it doesn’t kick-start anyone else’s heat.”

“This is her covering her scent,” Jack replied. “We share a room, Gabe. Her scent’s going to get on me no matter how hard she scrubs.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel sighed.

“You’re forgiven,” Jack shrugged. “Just watch how you word things in the future. I hate hearing Omegas getting blamed for their scent when there is nothing we can fucking do about it.”

“There’s a plug,” Gabriel grumbled.

Jack shot him a glare before he got to his feet and started gathering his things. “Tell you what, Gabriel,” he said coldly as he dumped his books into his backpack. “You walk around with a plug up your ass knowing that it doesn’t fucking do a damn thing other than have people stare lewdly at you because, ‘ooh, you have something in your ass’ and make you hate your existence and then come talk to me about ways to keep your heat scent covered.” He swung his backpack over his shoulder and glared at him. “Because we both know you and your stuck-up Alpha cronies won’t do it because only Omegas take it up the ass.”

“Jack,” Gabriel started to get to his feet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t….”

“I’ll see you in class,” Jack said. “I need to be alone.”

‘Well done, Gabriel,’ he sighed as Jack stalked off. ‘Way to shove your foot so far down your throat that you’re choking on your kneecap.’

He let out a long sigh before he gathered up his things and headed back to his dorm. The usual gaggle of Alphas were waiting for his return, eager to hear how his study date went. He shouldered past them, ignoring the whines of displeasure as he headed for his room. Gregory tailed him for a bit, but one warning glare over his shoulder had the man running the other way.

Gabriel pushed his way into his room and tossed his backpack onto the chair. He threw himself onto his bed and threw an arm across his eyes. He fucked up so bad. What made him think that bringing up the damn heat-plugs was a good idea?! Ugh, he knew better than to bring them up; what was wrong with him? They were both Omegas; they weren’t doing anything.

He didn’t have to be jealous of the rough and tumble Omega that everyone collectively wanted to fuck and beat into submission. It wasn’t like she was an actual threat. Just calm down.

He looked up as his cellphone vibrated. He picked it up and bit his lip at the name and number scrolling across the screen. He unlocked his phone and checked his texts letting out a long sigh as he read the message.

‘Hey, sorry for blowing up like that. I know you didn’t mean it in a negative way and I shouldn’t have lashed out. I’ll make it up to you at lunch tomorrow. School caf near that little chili stand? Van says it’s good.’

Gabriel smiled. He felt like a weight had lifted off his chest. Jack had forgiven him; that was great news! He had been worried that Jack had hated him.

‘Sounds good. And I’m sorry too; I shouldn’t have brought up the stupid plugs. I know they don’t do anything but make Omegas uncomfortable. I like to chew on my foot, what can I say? See you at lunch.’

‘LOL! Yah, you do! I’ll see you there, Gabriel. Sweet dreams.’

‘You too. Night.’

Gabriel dropped his phone onto the nightstand and purred happily. Jack had forgiven him for his stupidity. That was fantastic! He had to be more careful in the future though. He didn’t want to lose his chance at having the most perfect man in the world as his mate.

His hand strayed down to his jeans and he slowly unbuttoned them, kicking them down to the end of the bed as he thought about Jack going through his own heat. The smell would be just as delightful, wouldn’t it? Like a churning vat of peppermint, strawberry, and winter-fresh just begging for Gabriel to bury his face between those soft ass cheeks and lap it up. He groaned as he stiffened under his hand, slowly stroking down along his length thinking about how Jack would beg for him.

They’d make love over and over again, condoms and lubricant a distant thought as he thrust into that heat-slick hole. They’d cum over and over again until Gabriel was knotted up inside of him, tying them together for hours as their scents mingled until no one could deny that Jack was his and he was Jack’s.

He groaned as he climaxed, covering his hand in semen. He kept rubbing, feeling his body reacting positively to the mental image of Jack spread wide below him begging for more. He couldn’t wait until his fantasies became reality. He couldn’t wait until he could bring Jack back to his room and make love to him all night without fear of anyone daring to touch him.

It would be perfect. It would be wonderful. No one would stop him from claiming the perfect, beautiful Omega.

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