agentmothman18

[agentmothman18]

Bakudeku Smut

So I decided to try something new. They are aged up! I’ll probably delete this later anyway. But Bakudeku has become a new ship of mine and I wanted to try writing something. Sorry-

Sometimes being a hero could lead to some pretty intense situations, like this one time when Deku nearly shattered his whole arm. Or when Bakugou got a little to heated in a fight and almost blew up the ground level of all the buildings near him. But even after that recovery time and time of feeling guilty for nearly putting innocent in danger, the two still strived to be the best hero's they could.

And in recent years, both young hero's had realized how well the other complimented their abilities. Sure they didn't need the other to win against a villain (depending on the villain), but working together really helped them grow personally. They're relationship grew to be less abusive, the two actually being able to hang out and laugh. It was a very nice change, especially when Bakugou had even apologized for the shitty way he acted. Of course, he was still temperamental and could say some harsh things but nothing that really stung like it used to. Plus, after a fight like that, the two could immediately make up. Usually a salty make up from Bakugou's end but he tended to need more time to get over things than Izuku did.

However, being a hero also could lead to some very strange situations. Like right now, where the two were stuck inside a cramped box.

The villain they had been assigned to stop went by Glitch Trap. His quirk was nothing amazing nor was it the strongest or most dangerous one out there, but it did make his job a little easier. His quirk allowed him to create spaces, almost like in a different reality. He couldn't use it to escape from anywhere sadly, but it aided in stopping the hero's by catching them in a glitch that would make them 'disappear' for a limited amount of time. This quirk was also limited to the amount of times it could be used, approximately 10 times.

So naturally, when the two were caught and placed in the glass like box seeming to float in nothingness, Dekus first thought was; 'Why do villains have cool quirks?' But of course that thought was pushed aside when he realized just how close he was to the other hero. It was far to close for comfort, and far to cramped to really get comfortable. The two had started off practically hugging, Deku sitting in Bakugou's lap and both their legs being bent to fit in the box.

"THE FUCK!" Izuku flinched at Katsuki's loud, angry voice. He could tell that the other was just getting more mad the more the situation continued, and when sparks started to pop in Bakugou's hands, Izuku placed his own on the others shoulder.

"Calm down Kacchan, this space is to small for any explosions." He tried to reason, only getting a growl in response but Bakugou did seem to calm down after it. Taking deep breaths and huffing out of his nose, the action always reminded Deku of an annoyed dragon, all Katsuki needed was smoke coming out his nose. "We need to think of a way out of here, there's no telling how long this will last."

It lasted longer than they thought it would, however, time in the box almost seemed to stop. What felt like an hour was only 10 minutes. Thankfully Bakugou had calmed down during that 10 minutes of silence, pushing the other hero off his lap because that was getting uncomfortable in more ways than one. With a bit of adjusting, Deku was off Bakugou's lap but not by much, there wasn't enough room to put much distance between them.

"My ass is going to go numb." Katsuki groaned, banging his head back against the box. His butt was already tingling from sitting so long, soon it would be pins and needles.

"I think we have bigger problems than that." Deku mumbled, glancing to the corners and along the sides of the top. It looked pretty tightly sealed, leaving Izuku to wonder if they were in a box just out in the street. Didn't seem likely though, he couldn't hear anything outside did it, and it didn't exactly feel like the box was on solid ground. This did raise questions on where they were and how long they would have oxygen for.

Katsuki grumbled to what the other said, letting Izuku just think as he glared at the wall beside him. Being this close to the other hero wasn't good, at least not for his thoughts. During the fights, Bakugou can ignore his feelings and thoughts and focus, but not fighting and just being stuck in a cramped box wasn't helping him. It had his mind racing with everything but an escape plan. Mostly on Deku's hero outfit and how easily accessible the other's body was because of the zipper on the back. Or how all the training they do really shaped his ass up. Bakugou wanted the thoughts to stop but every time he pushed them away they would come back.

"Maybe if we pushed up on it." Bakugou could tell the other was talking to himself, glancing to Deku then up at the lid. It didn't seem possible without using their quirks and neither could in such a small space. Bakugou would just burn them to a crisp and Deku could possibly do it but there was no telling what's on the other side, and they wouldn't want the whole box being destroyed so Izukus quirk was off the market too.

However, this didn't stop Bakugou from starting to move. A few complaints, a bit of yelling, and a hash shove or two later and the two where in an even more awkward position. Deku's ass was pressed flush against Katsuki's pelvis, legs up over his shoulders and feet pressed against the top while Bakugou himself was in a crouched position, one hand on the floor by Dekus hip and the other on the back of his thigh. The position was perfect for them to both be able to push against the top but horrible for Bakugou's raging hormones. They where still teens, 18 and way past the puberty stage of hormones, but being a hero doesn't allow time for those needs so they never get to act on them anyway. Ultimately making situations like these worse for the hero's that don't get their sexual frustration out normally.

"This is horrible idea!" Deku yelped, face flushing from both the struggle of getting in this position and because of the position. Izuku had had a few relationships before so being like this wasn't to new, however this was with Bakugou, so it was very new in a way. Deku had 'We're on a mission!' on repeat in his head to keep from letting his mind wonder.

"Shut up!" Katsuki barked, pushing down on Deku's thigh. This caused the others foot to move away from the top a bit and made Izuku's repeating thoughts falter. Bakugou quickly stopped pushing against his thigh, having actually done that without thinking. "Just push against the top, Nerd."

So they both did, quickly finding that the action was useless and just a waste of strength. But when they went to readjust, they realized this wouldn't be a position they could get out of easily. Moving Deku would need for them to pull him up and there wasn't enough room, unless they wanted their faces to touch. So they settled for just taking a moment to think about a different way to readjust, of course neither actually thinking about that. Bakugou was to busy telling himself to no get a boner and Izuku was repeatedly telling himself that this was a mission.

Neither of their attempts to keep a level head worked, Bakugou's thoughts slipping to quickly for him and caused far to much heat to go to his crotch. Deku felt his face catch on fire at the obvious bulge now pressed against his ass, his thoughts spiraling into so many bad places at once.

"K-kacchan-"

"Don't fucking say anything."

And Izuku shut his mouth, both from fear at the sudden 'doom' like feeling radiating off of Bakugou and also because he wasn't even sure what he was going to say. Point out the obvious? That would just worsen the blondes already bad mood. However, Deku couldn't help but feel a little happy about this, because it was him that had caused Bakugou to get a boner. Sure, lust wasn't nice and never really meant the person liked you, but just knowing someone finds you attractive enough to get turned on was kinda nice.

Plus, Deku would be lying if he said he didn't want to help Bakugou's situation. Hell, ever since the two had started to get along Izuku's feelings for the other grew. They where easy to hide back when he was being bullied and still was somewhat easy to hide, but this moment? He kind of wanted to take the chance, hint to Bakugou that he liked him. Or was willing to do sexual actions with the other. Friends with benefits were a thing.

"Sumata-?" He asked quietly, watching as Bakugous eyes widened a bit. Then Deku moved his hips, grinding his ass against Bakugous bulge and causing the others breath to hitch.

"Why the fuck do you know what that is?" Bakugou demanded, but didn't reject Izuku's action, instead grinding back against him. He only got a small laugh and a shrug from the other, grinding his teeth when Deku ground his ass harder against him. This wasn't exactly sumata but it was close enough in their book. Plus, the space was a little to cramped to be taking clothes off to properly preform that, but the steady raise in heat left no room for rational thinking.

This act was awkward though, especially between the two who were only recently becoming good friends again. Bakugou almost felt guilty as he ground his achingly hard self against the others ass. Scratch that, he did feel guilty and kept his gaze down to Deku's lower stomach. Locking eyes in this situation was to embarrassing and definitely not good for someone who's quirk tended to get out of control when emotions where involved. However, Izuku didn't feel guilty or anything bad as he would grind himself back to please the male on top of him. There was something different about this than any relationship he'd been in though, it felt right.

Right or wrong, that didn't stop the position from becoming uncomfortable. Deku, being the nice boy he was, wasn't going to complain but when Bakugou actually glanced to his face to see the slight discomfort, he decided to move them. He pushed Deku's leg more to the side, his other arm going under Izuku and with a bit of struggling and cheeks brushing together, they where back in the first position with Deku in Katsuki's lap. But this time they were closer, both pressing against the other to close any gap between them and panting from both the frustrating stimulus and the rearranging.

And again, it was Izuku to start the grinding once more. His arms tightening around Katsuki's neck and back, keeping the rocking motion slow. As frustrating as it was, Bakugou didn't argue, just buried his face in Deku's neck and let his hands roam over the others sides and back. Occasionally his hands would move to Izuku's butt, making him ground against Bakugou harder by pulling him closer.

Then Bakugou was being pushed away by a hand on his shoulder, he did complain about that though, letting out an annoyed growling sound. It was cut short though when Deku pressed their foreheads together, their noses bushing each other's and bumping their cheeks, making it so tempting to just close the gap between their lips. "Kiss me~" Katsuki didn't have to be told twice, the small space disappearing in a second. He felt the other's gloved hand tangling in his hair, tugging and then pulling him closer.

This slow pace, as annoying and frustrating as it could be, was enough to edge the two. Both their movements becoming a little faster, heated and sloppy, but still not enough to finish just yet. The kiss was deepened as their mouths thought for them, opening and tongues exploring. There wasn't a battle for dominance in the kiss, both happy to push and pull against the other as they explored.

Their movements faltered, the kiss breaking for them to catch their breath. Both were shaking from the sudden high, still rocking against each other to ride it out. "I think I love you.." The words slipped from Bakugou's mouth before he could stop them, but he didn't regret them.

"I know I love you." Was Deku's reply, which had been followed with a small giggle and a soft kiss to Katsuki's lips.

#Bakudeku #bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku #my hero academia #aged up bakudeku #aged up #smut #mature #heros #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchan #they are older #probably gunna delete later

[agentmothman18]

‘Friends’

I need to start writing more. Also, this gets a little sexual-

It's been two years with the human and alien living together. Two years since college started and almost four years since Zim quit his mission. After spending so much time on Earth, he decided he liked it to much to destroy. Which led to Dib and his 'friendship'.

They still had their fights here and there, nothing physical anymore. Just arguments that leads to a few hours of silence between them. Kinda like kids giving someone the silent treatment that quickly ends once they get a cookie or something. Which is exactly how their silence ends, with an unsaid apology. Dib usually would cook something sweet that Zim could eat and Zim would later do something to silently apologize as well.

   There were benefits and cons to living with the Irken though. Benefits would be getting to know about Irken's more, the technology, and getting to explore each other's anatomy, also having someone to talk to that listens. Cons, Zim still acts immature at times, mood swings, and his seemingly endless need for attention. The always needing attention would have been fine if Zim didn't demand it when Dib was busy. That's when it seems he most wants it, when Dib is busy.

   In all honesty, Zim reminded Dib of a cat. Except one that doesn't knock things over and crawl in your lap when you don't want them there.

   Dib walked through the door, finally done with the days lessons. Zim had decided not to go to college, having enough horrible school experience to last a life time. Dib just assumed that if Zim left the house more he wouldn't want so much attention. But Zim usually refuses to leave the house unless having to go to the store or something.

   Dropping his stuff by the door, Dib sat on the couch and relaxed. It was quiet in the house, almost to quiet actually. But he brushed it off, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the peacefulness. Short lived when Gir ran though the house screaming about waffles or something. He sighed, closing his eyes tighter and ignoring the robot.

   "GIR! Be quiet!" Zim demanded, sounding like he was back in their shared room. It was then that Dib noticed the quiet talking of people on TV. He took this as a good thing, Zim was busy so he could rest for a bit. Dib adjusted to get more comfortable before dozing off to sleep.

   It was around 6:30 pm when Dib woke up to small slaps to his face and a weight on his waist. The slaps were more like tapping but with his head being forced side to side. Groaning, Dib grabbed Zim's wrists and opened his eyes to a slightly dark living room. He took his eyes off the ceiling and down to the alien who was sitting on him.

   "You've rested long enough, Dib-thing. Give Zim your attention." Zim demanded, having gotten bored with the people on the TV.

   "What time is?" Dib questioned, glancing over at the coffee table. His phone was sitting there, probably dead by now.

   "6:30 ish." Zim answered, crossing his arms and refusing to move. Dib quietly looked at him, slightly amazed his glasses were still on after sleeping. He raised up, causing Zim to now be sitting in his lap. This position gave Dib a few ideas on what attention he could give the alien.

   Zim watched as Dib took his glasses off and set them on the coffee table. Having the same idea, Zim grabbed Dibs collar and pulled him close. "I expect plenty of this attention." Zim said in a slightly seductive tone before kissing Dib, who happily kissed back. Over the past four years, Zim has learned a lot about humans and the way they mate. He enjoyed it more than he expected he would.

   The kiss didn't last long, Dib breaking it to kiss down Zim's neck while his hands found their way up Zim's shirt. The alien made a quiet purring sound, tugging at Dibs hair as he slightly grinds against him. The human pulled Zim's shirt off, kissing him again as he moved them so that Zim was under him. Zim pushed Dibs shirt up, wanting him to take it off. Dib got the hint, pulling his own shirt off and letting it hit the ground.

   "Lets go to the bedroom.." Zim mumbled, mostly just not wanting Gir to barge in at any second. It's happened before and it was like having a kid catch them. To many questions.

   Dib raised up, pulling Zim up with him. As he stood up, Zim tightened his arms and legs around him. Gir was running in circles outside the bedroom door, almost tripping Dib, which wouldn't have been a good thing.

   "Gir! Go watch tv in the living room." Zim demanded as Dib opened the bedroom door. Gir screamed 'okay' before darting off to the living room, completely unaware of what was going to take place in his master bedroom.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #short story #iz #xenophilia

[agentmothman18]

Colors

A Zadr soulmate au-

When Dib decided to actually go to his father and tell him about his problems, he expected the man to help and accept him. But by the sudden change in atmosphere and then the sudden unaccepting tone of his father, he knew this was a mistake. And Dib tried to explain his reasonings, tried to make his father see that it wasn't unusually for someone to like the same sex. Sure, same sex soulmates were a bit rare, but most people could care less. Everyone just wanted to be with someone, to be with that someone that was meant for them whatever their pants hide.

   However, Professor Membrane showed no signs of changing his attitude. And it was frustrating, enough that Dib knew he needed to get away. With a rather loud and frustrated sigh, Dib turned from his father and marched his way back up the basement stairs.

   Maybe he was overreacting, or going about this the wrong way. Or maybe he was in the wrong, maybe his feelings about what is right to him are completely wrong. With the years of people belittling him and bullying him on his believes, it wouldn't be surprise to Dib if he was wrong about this just like he was wrong about everything else.

The boy snatched up his boots and yanked his trench coat off the coat rack, swinging the door open a little to forcefully. Dib flinched when the door banged against the wall, knocking a few pictures down but he didn't stop to fix the mess. He just left, walking down to the sidewalk and then following it towards the city. There wasn't a set destination in mind but he was going to walk until he couldn't.

Walking away always helped but this time it only seemed to make the situation worse. His mind couldn't focus on anything other than the conversation and with each repeat, his anger grew. Maybe he was being irrational about this but it hurt knowing his own father had choose to hate his choices.

   Dib finally did stop though, a frustrated scream echoing down the street and then he threw his boots to the ground. It helped relieve some of his stress, so Dib sighed again but less aggressively and looked up to the grey sky. He wanted to see the color it was supposed to be, not just some grey blob to remind him that this life is nothing more than a gloomy shitshow.

    "I'm this close." He said to the sky, bringing his hand up and nearly pinching his fingers together. "This close." Dib dropped his hand as well as his gaze and tensed when he saw a boy a few feet away from him. His face started to burn and he internally cursed himself for looking like a fool.

   "This close to what?" The boy asked, gaining Dib attention. He moved closer, bending down to grab one of the boots that had made its way to him. "Murder perhaps?"

 

   It was kind of amusing that this boy would assume Dib to be that kind of person. He didn't even blame him, his style did give off 'creepy killer' vibes at times. However, Dib shook his head and shoved his foot in the boot closest to him. "Running away." He answered finally, walking towards the guy and holding his hand out for the boot.

"Why?" Following that question was Dib's boot being pulled farther out of reach. It was obvious Dib wouldn't be getting his boot back unless he answered this guys questions. Which was fine, at least it wasn't anything to personal.

"Family issues." That answer would probably receive another 'why' from the boy but Dib didn't care. He just wanted his boot back and to be on his way. "Can I have my boot back now?" His tone was slightly annoyed and so was his gaze, but this didn't phase the other.

"What kind of family issues?" Dib decided he'd had enough, quickly reaching out and grabbing his boot. It wasn't hard to pull the boot away from the smaller male, who huffed in agitation but didn't protest. Dib dropped the boot to the ground and positioned it with his foot, shoving it in and stomping a few times to get it in correctly.

   "I have to go." Dib moved passed the boy, only getting a few sets in before his hand was grabbed.

 

    "Hold up, at least tell me where I am." He had noticed that the guy was new looking, but it hadn't really registered until now. But new or not, the boy had grabbed his hand and a pricing headache started up. It took only a few seconds for the world around them to come into color, but the sensory overload was making the experience not that fun.

   Everyone talks about how magical this moment is suppose to be but no one ever tells you about how overwhelming it is. There were way to many colors and everything was way to bright because of it. Dib found himself groaning, along with the guy who had since dropped his hand.

   "Fuck, the school should inform people this isn't nice!" The boy hissed loudly, causing both their heads to pound more. Maybe it was only so bad to them because they were young. Not many teenagers find their soulmates, it's usually the ripe age of 24 or more when a soulmate is found.

"This is just lovely." Dib mumbled, now ignoring his headache as he realized he wouldn't be allowed to tell his dad about this. Because Professor Membrane had said it was a phase, there was a no way Dib could tell him now. "No one is to know about this."

   "Why? It's because I'm a guy isn't it?" They finally looked at each other, their new sight giving them a better look at each other. Dib was a bit surprised by the bright colors the shorter male wore, he just wasn't expecting pink.

   "What? No," He mumbled, now feeling a bit bad because he just sounded like his dad. "My dad would kill me." And the guy seemed to finally realize what kind of family issues Dib was dealing with. However, he couldn't completely understand it because he didn't have parents to disappoint. That was probably the only plus side to being an orphan.

   "Oh.. then it'll be a secret. I'm Zim, by the way." Zim introduced himself, hesitantly holding out his hand to shake the taller males hand. It's not like touching skin would do much more now, they already got past the overload of colors, which was still very overwhelming.

   "Dib." Dib said quietly, extending his hand and shaking Zim's. It wouldn't be fun keeping this a secret, but for a time being it was for the best. And thankfully, Zim was understanding.

#invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #short story #iz #au #soulmate #soulmate au #alien

[agentmothman18]

Merry Christmas! (Idk? Part 2)

Okay so I’ve been working on this for two days (two nights technically-) so sorry for misspelling or if it’s pretty crazy. Like all over the place crazy. I don’t write with a plan, that’s never fun in my opinion. So anyway, Merry Christmas! I hope this was a good gift to the few that wanted a second part!

Walking down the corridor, Dib realized that it wasn't just the high schoolers from the dance that got taken. He saw adults from stores he'd visited and fast food workers. There where even kids, no older than 5, crying in corners in a cell with strangers. Seeing this, and the faces given to him for walking 'free', made his gut twist and turn. The betrayed look, the hatred, it was something he hadn't seen in years. The hatred at least, the betrayal was new but very unwelcome. And could he blame them for feeling that way? No, he would too if he saw a another human walking next to a guard with no restrains.

So the boy kept his gaze ahead of himself, staring at the door at then of the hall. He would set them all free, one way or another, all that training during his pursuit of Zim would finally come in handy. But for now, he had to be tactical and see where he was going and what they were going to do to him.

"Move faster." A gruff voice grumbled behind him, a heavy hand placed in his shoulder and pushing him forwards. It hadn't been much strength behind that push but Dib could tell this alien could easily crush his skull if it wanted. Made him wonder why this alien was even hear, with that kind of strength he could easily leave. But, there was strength in numbers, so it wasn't hard to really grasp why this big alien was here still.

"I'm going, jeez." Dib huffed, shaking the aliens hand off his shoulder and walking faster. Beyond the door, was a rather big room with four doors. Even a little room with computers where a pink alien watched the screens, only looking up when the two had reached a sliding door. The pink alien had reached over with one of its extra arms and pressed a button to allow the door to slide open. An elevator, barely big enough for the alien escorting Dib. The boy thought for a moment that he'd be going up alone, but being squashed against the far wall of the elevator proved him wrong. 'Isn't this humiliating.' Dib thought, tensing when the aliens hand pressed against his back. Warning signals blared in his mind, more so when he felt something he slipped into his pants.

He had not time to react, the elevator doors opening and he was pushed out. Handed off to a different alien who found it necessary to cuff him. But he didn't acknowledge that to much, his mind racing with what could be in his pants now. It felt flat and when he was pushed into walking, he felt shark corners. However, with each set it moved farther down his pants, to which he quickly pressed his hands against his butt pocket to stop it. 'What the hell is this?!'

"My tallest, the human you requested." Dib could tell this wasn't their usual hang out area, it was far to close to the prison cells. The human could only guess they had come, guessing Zim had told them enough about himself to make them be cautious. Rightfully so, anymore sight seeing of this ship and Dib would have had a better idea of how to free everyone.

"You were shorter last we saw." Purple looked Dib over, both nearly the same height. However, the tallest's where an inch taller than Dib.

"Last you saw was over a screen nearly 5 years ago." Dib replied, keeping any snarky or rudeness out of his tone. It would be best not to anger them just yet. "Why was I requested?"

"Zim won't tell us what he's done with the information he stole, all data of it has been erased from his pak. You were the only human he talked so fondly of so you are going to get that information from him." Red stated, glaring at the human. Dib opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly after. There were a few ideas that came to mind, but only one really stuck with him. One that would really make everyone feel betrayed but it was for a good cause.

"Fine, I'll get the information. But," That didn't make the tallest happy, but Red motioned for him to continue. Willing to listen to his demands. "I get to be one of your soldier's." He internally cringed after saying that, hating it more than anything. But he felt this was the best way to get everyone to safety, maybe even free other plants if things really went well.

"That requires skills and training that you don't have and-"

"If you can beat our best soldier with you hands bound then you'll be one of us."

"Purple! You.." Red sighed, seeing as there was not taking it back now. And he had faith that their best soldier would win, especially since the humans hands were bound. "Fine, Nyx!" A little Irken with a tray strapped to its head came running over, shaking slightly. "Take this human to the training deck. That's where the fight will be held."

——

The layout of the ship seemed fairly easy to navigate, but with all the twists and turns the Irken had taken him down, it would be a miracle if he remembered the way. But he had bigger issues right now, and that was the fight he was about to have. If their best soldier was anything like Tak, then Dib felt he might not be able to do this. That irken had been a nightmare to deal with, granted that was during the time he was young with no fight training behind him. But still, he had a disadvantage with his hands tied.

"This is the training room." The little Irken known as Nyx said, pushing Dib through the doors. There were a few Irken in the room, and a few aliens Dib didn't know that race of. Though, it did hit Dib with the realization that maybe their best soldier wasn't an Irken at all. It could be possible, given the various alien types in the room. "I hope you have nothing to lose." And then Nyx was gone, rushing out the doors like a bat out of hell. The only thing Dib had to lose was his sister and dad, but when it all came down to it, did he even have them? They weren't exactly the nicest to be around, or weren't even there to begin with.

Dib turned his attention back to the aliens in the room, all looking at him and examining him. So he did the same, looking each and everyone of them over. None of them looked strong, but from years of fighting Zim, he knew better than to assume ones strength by looks. The others decided he wasn't worth their time and continued on with their training, giving Dib the opportunity to not only watch their fighting styles but to also retrieve the thing in his pants.

It had been a chip of some sort, small and black with blue lines in it. He couldn't get a better look with his hands bound behind him, and struggling to look at it would cause suspicion so Dib shoved it into his back pocket for later. 'Why did he give it to me?' More questions like that rang through his head, none of which he could think of a good answer for. However, he felt this had to be tied to the information Zim had stolen, it couldn’t be anything else and if it was then he’d be surprised.

“This won’t be to the death,” Tallest Red’s voice started Dib, the boy quickly turning to look at the alien. “And if you fail, you’re still going to get that information.” Definitely a threat, Dib could tell by the edge and glare. He didn’t expect any less, Red always did seem like the more stern and cut throat kind of leader over the calls he dropped in on. So Dib only nodded his head in agreement to that, knowing better than to buck the system at this point. It was one against thousands and there was no way he’d win that kind of fight.

“One round,” Purple butted in, his eyes looking towards one of the bigger aliens in the room. And when the other acknowledged Purple, they were motioned over. Dib was a quick to assume this was their great soldier, sizing the taller alien up. This one held a bored expression, brownish green skin marked up with scars. “First one pinned to the ground looses.” They where just wanting him to loose, making this situation even more difficult that it had to be and unfair as hell. Nevertheless, both nodded to the conditions and where moved to the center of the training room.

The few aliens that where in the room still had quickly moved any equipment out of the way, pushing everything against the walls. The human watched as one pulled a whistle from its pocket, coming to stand by the Tallest’s. As they talked about the terms of what should happen, Dib glanced at the bigger alien in front of him. They were taller, had more muscles on them and a lizard like tail. He’d have to avoid that, as well as block any attacks. One hit from this alien could probably knock him out cold.

Dib mimicked his opponent and got ready for when the whistle would be blown. His stance, unlike the other, was less menacing and looked similar to one a racer would take except he wasn’t as hunched over. But when the whistle was blown, the boy tensed up at having the bigger alien rush him. However, he didn’t freeze in place, noticing quickly how the alien left it’s torso and legs exposed. It was sad when all the human had to do was side step the alien and trip them, a loud thud echoing in the room. But a win was a win, and Dib was quick to stand on the aliens back to keep it down. ‘This was anticlimactic.’ He thought, hearing a second whistle blow and quickly stepping down from the aliens back. “I think you need better soldiers.” The remark earned him a nice slap to the face, from Tallest Purple who clearly didn’t like his soldiers being insulted.

——

When the human had said he wanted to be a soldier, he hadn’t expected them to immediately gear him up. He had been un-cuffed and given a soldier outfit that looked like a mech suit but more fitted in a way. Less bulky and more movable. From the neck to the torso was blue, with an Irken soldier symbol indented in the middle of the chest. And since he had no pak, there where three holes where the pak would have been placed. It was easily covered by the pak shell built into the suit, meant for protecting a pak of course.

If it wasn’t for this suit being Irken made, Dib would have been stoked to wear it. But it only made him feel bad, like he was really betraying his people. ‘It’s for the best.’ He kept telling himself, keeping a straight face as he was lead to the room Zim was being held in.

From what his guide was telling him, this ‘room’ was meant for holding the worse prisoners and for creatures that would be later tested on. They had bring Zim into an interrogation room, which Dib wondered why he wasn’t there to begin with. Having any living thing isolated with nothing to do felt like a better thinking punishment than being in a room with others. He thought that way until he saw just was this room was like.

Fifty or more orbs filled the room, some bigger than others and all where floating a good 5 feet off the found. The room was fairly cold and the few workers he saw wore far more than he thought was necessary. But these were Irken workers, and from what he’s learned from Zim, Irkens were cold blooded creatures.

“This might take a second.” The guide told him, starting the boy a bit. They had reached Zim’s pod, a screen projecting from the pod to make a holographic keyboard. Dib paid more attention to Zim, noticing how the aliens breathing was slow and almost nonexistent. He didn’t move a muscle, curled into a ball and looking actually comfortable. The pod, like all the others, where filled with plush looking blankets. Dib wondered why they gave these prisoners nice blankets, they where the worst so shouldn’t they have the worst?

There was a loud, echoing ‘psh’ sound as the orb cracked open. A once seamless circle now had a prominent line around its middle, and soon it had no top when the Irken guide lifted it open. Dib watched as cuffs were put on the aliens small wrists, a groan leaving the waking Irken. Zim wasn’t given time to completely gather himself, pulled from the plush blankets and onto the hard floor with thud. Dib could only watch as his Irken guide yanked the taller Irken to his feet and started dragging him from the room. It barely gave Dib time to react, but he was able to quickly follow after the two.

The interrogation room was right across the hall and in the room was a chain welded to the ground. No seats or a table, just that, which Zim was cuffed to by the time Dib fully got into the room. “Take as long as you need.” The guide then left, a click of the door signally their complete departure. And the two finally looked at each other, Zim’s eyes widening as he looked Dib over. The humans could see a look of a betrayal in the fake contacts, the alien quickly glaring at him and attempting to cross his arms.

“All those years of stopping me and look at you know.” Zim hissed, yanking at the chains even though it was useless.

“Shut up, I have a plan and that involves doing this.” Dib said as he motioned to the suit he was wearing. “But seriously, what the fuck did you do? What information was so important that they come to earth just to get you?” The human demanded, watching as Zim glared off to the side. He looked like a scolded child who got more angry than upset.

“Why should I tell you anything? I’m going to be erased no matter what happens.” Dib was shocked to see the tears spill from Zims eyes. He’d never seen the Irken cry before. “I’d rather die than ruin everything we’ve been working towards.”

‘We?’

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

[agentmothman18]

 Mistletoe

The next thing I post will be on Christmas.

As soon as October ends, it’s like Christmas floods everywhere. Completely skipping thanksgiving but not many people seemed to mind it. Thankfully the skool didn’t immediately start decorating, waiting until the actual month of December to start putting up the festive decor. By the second week of December, with only 2 more weeks before break, the halls were covered in everything Christmas.

Classroom doors competed to be the best decorated, lights hung from the ceiling and flickered in soft reds and greens and blues, and even fake snow lined the walls. More things like paper snowflakes hung from the ceilings as well, mostly just in the classrooms though. And just before the cafeteria doors, there was a small tree decorated accordingly. A majority of the students loved this time of the school year, but a few hated it. One being Dib, who mostly hated it because of the mistletoe strung from every door.

Why he hated that? Because even if he were to get caught underneath it, no one would follow the rules of it and kiss him. Even as a junior in hi-skool no one liked him, which was fine because the boy didn’t pay much attention to his fellow classmates. Instead, he perfected his skills of stealth just to avoid the possible humiliation of getting caught under one. They would make fun of him, he knew they would.

But while he avoiding the plant, a certain alien found himself getting stuck under the vile thing more than once. By lunch time, Zim was completely disgusted with how many filthy humans he’s had to smooch. He felt gross, like he’d rolled around in trash for hours. Of course, he sucked it up because going home now would mean trudging through snow that reached the middle of his shins. His legs weren’t covered enough to go doing that just yet so he was putting off going home until he could get Gir to possibly come get him. Which didn’t seem likely with how broken the bot was.

“4 times?” The human questioned, taking a seat across from the alien. When freshmen year started, they formed a truce. They kind of had to it felt, after the whole Florpus incident Zim was permanent stuck there with no mission. Naturally they still fought and bickered, but once Dib got over the whole thing, they grew closer. Their fighting was less intense and their bickering was more on the playful or enduring side.

“8 times. Filthy humans think it’s a game.” Zim hissed, crossing his arms and glaring at the others in the cafeteria. “I’m going to need a hundred showers just to rid myself of their filth.” That was a bit exaggerated but knowing Zim, he’d take quite a few. And instead of using his ‘special water’ as Dib calls it, the alien would be burning the first layer of skin off using normal water. That was the only way he’d feel completely clean, no amount of scrubbing would do the job.

“We still have 3 more classes so I imagine that’s going to triple by the end of the day.” Dib hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips. Teasing the alien was fun, but it was also the main reason they ever fight anymore. Zim doesn’t understand how to properly handle teasing and Dib could lay off but the human feels it’s worth it in the end.

Zim only growled at that, his glare turning towards Dib. “How many times have you done the plant kiss thing?” Zim watched as Dib started to count his fingers, the look on his face as he thought let on that he was just pretending.

“0 times thankfully. I’ve never been caught under a mistletoe and while at this school with these people, I don’t ever plan to be.” He informed, glancing around the cafeteria before resting his head in his hands and turning his gaze to the alien.

The Irken couldn’t say he was surprised, he’s seen how their peers treated Dib. However, he couldn’t help but be jealous that the other had avoided the plant so well. Zim would love to start the day over just to avoid the plant but all he could do now was try to avoid it until the end of the day.

And that didn’t work to well. While Dib seemed to have a free pass on no plant kisses, Zim was stuck every other doorway by them. It was infuriating and sickening, at one point during those last few classes, Zim was tempted to burn the whole skool down. A bit extreme but if it would stop the kissing it would be worth it.

However, when the end of the day did come, Zim learned his lesson and made it his mission to be the last one out of class. The thick snow and concrete steps covered in ice never looked so pleasing until now. It meant freedom and one step closer to that well needed acid shower. Of course he stayed under the awning, waiting for the taller human. He needed to complain about the stupid customs human had more, plus, Dib had a car so Zim was going to subtly try to get a ride.

“God, snow during the day is blinding.” Dib mumbled, blinking a few times at the new lighting. But he was happy to be out of the skool, the fresh air clearing his head and helping relax his tense muscles.

“Give Zim a ride home.” Very subtle. “I’m to disgusted with your kind to walk in that white water.” Dib snickered but decided to just do as told and not argue. Sometimes it was just easier that way.

Dib pulled his backpack off to dig around for his keys, glancing to the bottom of the steps where his sister stood. She was a freshman who still played away on her newer gameslaves. Plus, she actually had friends so it was a bit odd to see her waiting for Dib when she usually gets rides from her friends. “Where are your friends?”

“Busy.” Gaz paused her game long enough to look up at the two, a raised eyebrow when she saw Zim. “You’re taking me to Bloaty’s so hurry up.” As scary as ever, so Dib was quick to find his keys and threw his backpack over his shoulder. “Also, mistletoe.” She pointed above the two, turning on her heels and heading down the sidewalk to where Dibs car was.

The two watched her for a moment before both their eyes looked to the ceiling of the awning. Right between them hung an ugly mistletoe, bigger than the ones inside and just less neat looking.

“Revolting.” Zim hissed up at it, but he decided to make things quick by yanking Dib down time his level. He placed a quick, kind of harsh, kiss to the humans lips and then pushed him away with a disgusted look in his face. “One hundred and three showers.” He grumbled, marching down the steps and following after the purple haired demon. Ultimately leaving a very stunned Dib on the steps, red faced and frozen like a statue.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #short story #iz #winter #mistletoe #mistletoe kiss

[agentmothman18]

Winter (Zadr)

Well this is short but I have more Christmas themed Zadr stuff.

It was winter once again, and it was snowing pretty hard. Skool still was open so the kids had to dress in warm clothing. Heavy jackets, scarfs, boots, all that winter stuff. Dib had to go without his trench coat, wearing a light blue hoodie under a leather jacket. Thermal pants under his dark blue jeans, and thick socks with his military boots. He was going to have to walk to school, not wanting to take any chances on catching a cold or wrecking his Harley.

"Damn, it's still snowing?" He cursed quietly, getting a grunt from his sister. She had pulled her hood up, Dib doing the same. Gaz had gotten taller over the years, reaching Dib's shoulder, meaning she was slightly taller than Zim.

"Bet lover boy won't be at skool today." Gaz teased, a smirk on her face. She was even more satisfied when Dib tightened the scarf around his neck and face, successfully covering the blush forming with the black and blue scarf.

"For the last time, he's not my lover. He is my enemy." He grumbled, trudging through the snow as he made his way towards the skool. Gaz followed him, her hands shoved as far as they could go into her pockets. Since it was snowing, she didn't dare get her game slave out, knowing it would get ruined by the snow. Which left her to actually socialize with her brother, something she's started to do a bit more of after she started high skool.

   "Says the guy I saw smooching 'em last week." She jumped when he suddenly turned to her, eyes wider than ever and face completely red. It was obvious she just said something that he thought no one knew.

   "That didn't happen! It wasn't an accident!" He exclaimed, his voice a bit higher in pitch than normal. Turning back around, he pulled his hood down and his scarf up more. Trying to hide in the little warmth of embarrassment. Gaz only laughed, patting her brothers back and mumbling 'sure'.

   Once at school, they saw other teens having snowball fights. Some even building snowman as they all waited for the morning bell to ring. Dib and Gaz made their way to the steps, joining Zim under the tin roof covering the doors and steps. Shaking off the melting snow, Dib was greeted with Zim pressing against him.

   "Keep Zim warm filthy Dib-beast." Zim grumbled out, shaking from the cold but feeling a bit better now that he was stealing Dib's warmth. Dib sighed, putting his hands in his leather jacket and pulling it around him and Zim as much as the jacket would allow. Glancing at his sister, Dib blushed and rolled his eyes when she gave him a smirk and thumbs up while pulling her game slave out.

   'Totally not what it looks like..' Dib thought, but knew that his sister wouldn't believe him even if she heard him say that.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #short story #iz

[agentmothman18]

YouTube Zombie AU

I have no life-

When the first out break came, thousands had been infected with the disease. If it could even be considered that. Jack, who had been staying over at Felix's house that weekend, was mortified this was actually happening. So was everyone else that got to witness over the television screen. First hand experiences didn't come until the 3rd month for the Irish man, the outbreak only recently spreading across the continent.

Felix was Jacks childhood friend, they didn't grow up together since Felix had to move around a lot. It was mostly a back and forth from Sweden to Ireland for their family. But one the months Felix did come to Ireland, he and Jack would hang out. When Jack got old enough, had a job and a stable income, he would take vacations to go see his Swedish friend. And through Felix he met Marzia, the Swedish mans girlfriend. Jack instantly liked her, he knew the woman would make Felix a better man in the end and seeing how happy the two were together made him happy.

But when the disease spread to Ireland, where the three had decided to stay for a while, it was like watching flies drop form zapping laps that people hang on their porches. Everyone had been so unprepared, even with the 3 month warnings. Flights out to the nearest base camps left within days, Jack and the couple baring making it on one. It was hard for them, not just leaving home to head to Fort Knox but also to see so many people die. And in such gruesome ways that made his stomach turn just remembering.

'Everything's going to be okay.' He remembered Marzia telling them this. Optimistic that the government would find a cure and fix this mess. When that was brought up though, a couple two rows down form them spoke about how this was God punishing them. That the human race was so messed up that God planned for this to happen to them, to punish them in the nose sadistic was possible. Jack would have applauded the god for its cruel ways, but during the moment that was the last thing he would have thought about. To busy trying to keep up with what was going on during the time.

The base camp didn't last long, maybe a month had went by before things fell apart again. To many people gathered in one area was soon realized to be a horrible idea and those that survived split in different directions. It was during that time that Felix had lost Marzia so the Rotters, both watching in horrified shock as the woman's scream was drowned out by her own blood filling her lungs. Felix would have died there too if Jack hadn't ripped him away from the scene. The Swedish has fought against him, screaming and crying for Jack to leave him with her. It tore Jack apart, his heart breaking for his best friend.

After that, things had been different for the both of them. Felix had shut down, becoming a shell of the happy man he used to be and Jack has toughened up. Maybe not physically, though that did increase too, but now he wasn't scared or felt guilty when it came to shooting the walking dead. Nor living people who wanted to kill them. They both found out the hard way that some survivors turned to cannibalism during this mess of a life time. It was disgusting and something Jack would never stoop so low to.

In the presence of today, it was just Jack and Felix. They've traveled, on foot, from Kentucky all the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming. There were plenty of close calls along the way, both from Rotters and survivors. It left Felix without a working right arm, broken from a scuffle with a beefy man who wanted their guns. Jack felt bad he couldn't do more than just align the bone and wrap it, they didn't have pain medication or even the right material to keep the bone from slipping out of place and healing wrongly. "We should rest." Jack said, glancing to his broken watch for the millionth time. It stopped working back in Missouri, so they couldn't tell the time other then looking at where the sun was in the sky. So with a sigh of slight annoyance, jack glanced to the orange-ing sky.

"We can't until we find cover." Felix let out a hiss of pain when he moved his broken arm, the makeshift sling was pinching at his skin. Jack hand nodded in agreement, leading them farther down the barren highway. They were surrounded by trees and the occasional car, which they would stop to check for supplies, but no houses to take cover in.

About two more miles of walking, Jacks feet had had enough for the day. They'd been walking since sunrise with breaks only to rest or eat what little they had. "I give up." He kept his voice down, not wanting to catch the attention of any lurking Rotters. "Well just have to settle in a car for the night."

"Or that house." Felix pointed behind Jack, who whipped around fast enough to almost cause himself whiplash. He had been sure moments ago there was no houses near by, now there was one? The lack of food and sleep was really getting to him. But the house was there, just hidden so he wasn't going completely crazy yet.

With a simple nod of the head, they made the short trek to the house. It was an old country looking house, two stories with white chipped paint on the walls. Even a cute wrap around porch, a house you'd see on old country movies. Jack had told Felix to stay outside while he checked the place out, staring with the perimeters of the house before venturing inside. He had checked every nook and cranny by the time he was sure it was safe, poking his head out the door and motioning for Felix to come in.

"We'll head out in the morning." Jack spoke quietly to Felix, who nodded and didn't hesitate to head for one of the upstairs bedrooms. He was exhausted and in pain, Jack couldn't blame him. When there was a definite click of a door shutting upstairs, the Irish man finally moved from his spot at the door. He took the living room couch, wanting to stay on the ground floor in case of an emergency.

And for the better half of the night, things were peaceful and quiet. It wasn't until what felt like 2 in the morning that Jack woke up to the front door creaking open. By now, those that were still surviving have learned that the Rotters were smarter than they once thought. They were evolving, for the worse. So for a door to be opened was nothing to the dead.

As quietly as Jack could, he rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a soft thud noise. He freaked out for a moment that he had given himself away but the footsteps coming into the house had went for the kitchen. It gave him enough time to get his gun ready in one hand and a knife in the other. A panicky feeling bubbled in his stomach, making his hands shake for a mere seconds before he calmed himself with a deep breath. He cringed at the creaking floor beneath him, cursing when movement in the kitchen ceased for a moment. Then, he heard voices.

Quiet voices but ones to set him on edge just as bad as the Rotters screaming. "Just get the food and go." A deep voice, smooth and commanding had spoke. Jack felt a little at easy that they weren't interested in them but that didn't mean he was going to let them leave with their food. So, against better judgment Jack had pushed the kitchen door open with his knife hand.

"You're not taking anything." His voice was monotoned, no emotions held in it thanks to the months of hell. Though just a quickly a light had blinded him and there was a click of a gun being cocked ready for its first shot.

"Look, we're not looking for trouble." Another male voice had spoke out, less deep than the first one but almost sounding apologetic. "We just need a bit of food and we'll leave." Jack squinted against the blinding light, moving to the side to get out of its way. The movement didn't cause any problems thankfully, and he had hesitantly lowered his gun. Jack was still a kind person at heart, even if this new world has made him cold.

The light was shinned up towards the ceiling, providing light for the whole room. Jack could finally get a good look at the two, one wearing a mask with a straight line for a mouth and two dots as the eyes. The other had the being of a bread growing, it was kept trimmed though and complimented the mans features. Something about the pair seemed different than most survivors they'd come across. Less aggressive was one thing for sure, but there was a feeling in Jacks gut that told him he could trust them. A bubbling feeling that felt almost comfortable.

"How much food do you have?" Jack asked, putting his gun in its holder on his hip and the knife back in his boot. And to his surprise, the two took their backpacks off and emptied them on the table. There was barely anything; two bottles of waters, three cans of soup, and two packs of those cheesy cracker things. Felix and him didn't have much but they at least had way more than these two. There was also a few guns that clanked down onto the table after falling out, no bullets though he realized. "Damn." He mumbled, his tone sympathetic.

"Most the gas stations on this stretch have been whipped clean." The man without the mask spoke, he looked exhausted in the dim lighting. "If you keep heading northwest on this road you'll be dead in a day. Rotters are crawling around about two miles up." He informed, much needed information considering that was where him and Felix were heading.

"Thanks for the heads up." Jack gave a simple nod with his thanks. "Where are you two headed?" He asked, heading to the cabinets to grab spare food.

"Kentucky." The other had spoke, voice slightly muffled by the mask. Jack cringed at the mention of that place, bad memories surfacing. Grabbing 4 cans of soup and two bottles of water, Jack turned and set it on the table with their stuff.

"If you're headed for Fort Knox, it's a bust. Place got overran with Rotters about two or three months ago." He told them, most his days running together so it was hard to tell how many months it was exactly.

"Well shit." Mr. No-mask groaned, a hand running over his face. "Then I guess we're headed no where." He sighed out, glancing to his masked friend. Jack watched the two, words getting lodged in his throat from trying not to speak them.

"We could head to the NAS down in Meridian." Both Jack and the man without the mask looked to the one with the mask. Jack was dumbfounded, that was months away on foot and for all they knew it was just like Fort Knox. But it there was a chance, for these two at least. For him and Felix, they refused to go anywhere with many survivors. Not after what happened last time.

"To far away. I'd rather die by Rotters than walk that far-"

"What are your names anyway?" Jack cut in, wanting a name to the two he was giving half his food too.

"Oh, my names Mark, this is Cry." Mark had introduced them, motioning to the man with a mask who was Cry. It seemed a little silly to call someone that but he wouldn't say anything about it, some people liked to keep their identity under-wraps even in times like these.

"I'm Jack." There was silence that fell over them for a moment, before the Irish man spoke up again. "If you're not leaving for Meridian, you're welcome to join me and my friend." Jack offered, something he never thought he'd be doing. But four seemed like an okay amount of people to have, more than that was to much.

The two seemed shocked for a moment, looking at each other in a silent conversation. Jack could only keep up with have of it, guessing what they were saying by what he saw Marks facial expressions do. But in the end, they both nodded to each other in their unspoken agreement and turned towards Jack. He was expecting them to decline his offer.

"We're in then."

#youtube #youtubers #youtube au #markiplier #jacksepticeye #pewdiepie #Cryaotic #zombie #zombie au #zombie youtube au #au

[agentmothman18]

Reality (Zadr)

Hellloooo. There are warnings for this which are

Self harm

Suicide

So please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable or triggers you. Thank you and enjoy-

   For Dib Membrane, emotions were hard to explain. His happiness and anger where the easy ones to pick out, easily visible as well. But things like having a crush or sadness, those were confusing. Like normal he had those emotions, but shut them out to the point the boy didn't know how to deal with them.

In recent years, or months really, the bullying at school had gotten worse. The words that never bothered him before cutting deep, and the beatings after school left bruises that never had time to heal before the next was placed. Dib didn't know how to handle the sudden waves of emptiness, of self hatred and the thoughts that came to him late at night. He started to believe every word the bullies told him, every word they beat into him.

Drip

Drip

Drip

The warmth that trickled down his skin and parted to the floor helped him. Watching his own blood pool in the sink from the small incisions placed below his palm. It took the emotional pain away, enough for him to feel like he had control over himself again. Enough to push the repeating words of everyone at school to the back of his mind.

What was worse was the fact he didn't have the distraction of Zim anymore. The alien had fought their last fight months ago before vanishing. It was like he never existed, no on but him remembered the alien and that only proved to Dib just how crazy he really was. His childhood rival and only friend was all made up, the proof was there. The proof was what didn't exist, what never was there like he once thought.

Another slice and more blood dripped, the stinging the blade caused made the boys mouth water. Made him want to do more, ruin his skin with more scars. Maybe those were his proof of the alien. The many scars that littered his body, so prominent and real. He blamed it on the stories his sister told him, about how they came to be.

Fell off the roof.

Tripped down the stairs.

Landed on some nails.

It wasn't hard to accept those as the truths, just like it wasn't hard to accept the warm metal on his skin. Heated from his blood and the tight grip he had on it.

And he didn't stop there. Switched to the other arm when little room was left, stopped half way up when dizziness started to take over. The churning of his gut and black spots didn't bother Dib as he went to bring the blade back to his arm. It was nothing but a little blood loss, he could handle it.

But he didn't have to endure more of the addicting pain, a gloved hand yanking his arm away from the blade. In his hazy mind he imagined it was his dad, saw the disappointed look and heard the disappointed tone. But when his eyes landed on the person the hand was connected too, his heart skipped and his stomach churned harder. Dib felt as if he was going to be sick, and when the toilet came face to face he was heaving what little was in his stomach.

"What do you think your doing human!?" The annoying, familiar screech of the alien rung in Dibs ears. But he couldn't stop his stomach from trying to leave his body, dry heaving before managing to stop. It felt as if everything had came crashing down on him, a heavy feeling weighing on his shoulders and chest.

Why had he done this? Why hadn't he stopped sooner? Dib shakily flushed the toilet, resting against it like some drunkard after a late night. But he wasn't passing out or having regrets, he was empty. And even so tears persisted on falling and his chest tightened with unfamiliar pain. A lump formed in his throat and closed his air way, he was going into a panic attack.

"Breath Dib-thing!" He was breathing, at least his mind had tricked him to think so. It wasn't until the warmth of the aliens hands grabbed his face and magenta eyes met his gold ones that he took a breath. A painful one but it had been needed, helping with easing the pain that had washed over him all at once. "Just keep breathing." They we're supposed to be enemies, yet here they are.

Dib hasn't really been there, mentally, during the process of his wounds getting cleaned or the walk to his bed. He barely remembered changing and laying down. Only really coming too when the alien had crawled into bed beside him. It caused more feelings to erupt inside his chest, these ones felt nicer than what had came earlier.

"Thanks." The boy didn't want to let his mind keep playing this trick on him. He didnt want to wake up tomorrow as if this encounter hadn't happened at all. But he wanted to relish in it, abuse it for all its worth just to feel something that wasn't so painful. "You're going to gone in the morning." He had mumbled out, a statement that sounded so desperate for it not to be true. The boy was pitiful, grasping for straws that weren't even there.

"Shut up and rest." Zim had hissed out, but his tone wasn't harsh. He couldn't imagine what was going on with the human to cause this, but by the statement he felt as if it was his fault. "Zim promises to be here in the morning." A promise he probably couldn't keep, but for the humans sake he'd try.

"Thank you, Zim."

But of course, when Dib has woken up he was alone. Groggy and exhausted, but disappointed and feeling ridiculous.

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   The day went as usual, name calling, neglect, then afternoon beatings. But things didn't settle well this day, they didn't hurt like normal. Dib's mind pushing the hurtful words to the back of his mind as he thought about the night before. The alien had came to him, stopped him from further ruining the skin of his arms. But was it even real? Had it been his dad the whole time? Or maybe his sister?

   It couldn't have been them. Their father off at work for the next week and Gaz was to busy beating her new game to care. Maybe it was just a hallucination caused by the blood loss, where he tended to himself while imagining it was the alien boy. He was crazy enough to do so, had the mental problems to fathom such a thing. For years his mind had played tricks on him, according to everyone. According to the nonexistent evidence. And how could he doubt someone telling him one thing when everyone backed them up?

   The beating behind the school was less intense than it was other days, the bullies finding his lack of responses boring. So with a few kicks to the ribs and stomach, they left him laying in the ground. And Dib didn't even try to get up, didn't bother looking anywhere but up at the darkening sky. Rain clouds where rolling in and soon enough the first drop of the storm fell onto his cheek.

   Even then, as the rain poured down, the boy didn't bother getting up from his position on the ground. A part of him feeling like he deserves to just lay there, to suffer the cold winds and soaked clothes that clung to his body. And the other part just didn't want to move, feeling glued to his spot with a repeating thought.

   'What's the point?'

   To him, there was no point anymore. He was just some crazy lunatic who's imagination has taken hold of him. Was there even a concept of reality for him? What was real anymore?

   "Get up, you'll get sick." Dib jumped slightly, letting his eyes fall to the figure next to him. It was just his sister, glaring down at him like he was nothing but gum on her shoe. And he wouldn't doubt if she thought that too, her harsh words and uncaring attitude always did make her seem like some bad guy.

But Dib did as told, finally getting up and gathering his soaked items. Papers and books ruined by the heavy rain. Dib gathered them anyway, putting them back in his wet backpack and throwing it over his shoulder. "Okay." He mumbled to his sister, motioning for her to lead the way. And he followed behind her when she turned and headed home.

The boy had been lost in thought for half the walk home, focusing back in when hill his eyes landed to the alien across the street. Purple umbrella, rain coat with blue rain boots. Dib could head his sisters footsteps fade, soon gone leaving him with nothing but the pitter patter of the rain against the asphalt. And his hands went to the wounds on his arms, digging into them until he realized this was real. The pain grounding him enough for him to believe that he was in fact staring back into blocky purple contacts.

"DIB!" Dib didn't look away from the alien, knowing his sister had stopped farther up ahead of him. So he pointed to the alien, who smirked at the action and shifted his weight to one side. "What?" Gaz had joined Dib, stood by his side and followed where he was pointing.

"He's real... right?" His voice was quite, broken and desperate. The rain had nearly drowned him out, but Gaz had heard him and slapped his hand out of the air.

"There's nothing there Dib, jeez lets go home already." The short woman had practically hissed it at him, but she didn't know how hard that was for him. To be staring at the alien across the street, him being so real and there but only him being able to see him. It was torture. Maddening.

So he thought of one thing to end this madness. Dropping the backpack to the ground and stepping off the sidewalk into the road. He wasn't going to the alien, as tempting as the outstretched hand was to take. No, he walked to the middle of the left line and stood there.

Even when the car without headlights came crashing into him. But this is what he had wanted, to leave this messed up mind of his. To no longer see that smirk on the alien's face.

And he wouldn't have to anymore. Laying on the asphalt, broken and staring at the sky. But he wasn't there anymore, departing on impact with the ringing of his sisters scream in his ears and the shocked expression on the aliens face.

But he was at peace. In a world where he wasn't crazy.

#invader zim #alien #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #lgbtq #gay #short story #iz #self harm #suicide #if you need help please call someone- #xenophilia

[agentmothman18]

Project E.G.G (3)

Hey, so that IDK thing I posted, should I write more for it?

Lunch had consisted of Zim explaining to his friends that nothing was going on between him and the human. Even lied saying there wasn't any cameras, which relived some of the people at the group. They believe him when he said this was a normal thing to be said about the other, Dib even nodding in agreement. Which actually ticked Zim off, he didn't need the humans help lying to his friends.

When the bell rang to end lunch time, the group of misfits were the first to leave. All going in separate ways when they existed the cafeteria. Well, all except that one girl who sat next to Zim. She stuck close to the alien, making sure she was in between Zim and Dib when they walked.

Dib had went along with it, deciding he didn't want to poke the bear with a stick. If growing up with Gaz taught him anything, it was to not mess with a girl of any age or size because they will hurt you. So instead of taking up more of the walkway to the schools back entrance, Dib fell back to walk behind the two. He could see the girl visibly tense at this, and he could only blame Zim for bringing up the cameras. Anyone would feel weird around him knowing he put cameras up in someone's house, it was creepy and stalker-ish. Of course he couldn't deny that he was pretty stalker-ish when it came to the alien but that didn't matter.

"Isn't your class down there?" Dib and the girl both followed Zim's finger, staring down at the vo-tech across from the football field.

"I thought I'd walk you to class." She said bluntly, her tone sweet and soft. Then it clicked with Dib, this girl liked Zim. That made the glaring and getting between them make more sense now. He kind of felt bad for her though, she didn't know what Zim really was nor would she believe him if he told her. Plus, Zim just really didn't seem like he'd go for a human considering he hated them and also wanted to take over.

"Dib-stink can do that." The alien waved her off and Dib internally flinched. Now he really felt bad for her and also felt he needed to watch his back from now on. Even more so when she shot a death glare at him, one that made him thankful looks couldn't kill. The girl sighed and said a quick 'goodbye' to Zim before starting her trek to the vo-tech building.

The two made their way to their own class, ignoring each other. It was easy to do, especially during Miss Bitters class. They didn't throw insults now that they had to sit next to each other, preferring to keep quiet during the health class they shared. Last thing they wanted was Miss Bitters to get angry, the woman still believed in paddling anyone who misbehaved. And no one could stop her, whether it was because she was old and you don't stop old people or just because she was a very scary woman that gives everyone nightmares, no one knew.

The other two classes the boys shared they had seats like they should. On separate sides of the class room where they actually minded their own business. Aside from free period, where they passed notes with insults and threats on them.

"You know that girl likes you right?" It was kind of odd having normal conversations with Zim, but also nice in a way.

"Bertha?" Zim's eyes narrowed, the muscles between them bunching visibly. "Liar." At least it wasn't yelled, but the normal harshness was still there. The alien didn't trust Dib, especially with information like that. A human liking him? That was disgusting.

Dib rolled his eyes, debating on trying to convince him or just dropping it. Even if he could convince the alien, what was the point in it? Zim wouldn't abandon his mission or break irken laws, if cross breeding was a law, for some human girl. "Whatever." He settled with dropping the topic, following along side the irken.

   The walk was quiet between the two, neither having any insults or even normal topics to talk about. Thankfully it wasn't an awkward or tense kind of silence, of course it wasn't comfortable either. The two never walked to Zims house like this before, sure they did occasionally at school but those were short walks and then they were separated. Last time they walked side by side to one or the others house was a year ago, and even then it had been a tense silence.

   "Wait here." Zim instructed, tone strict as a glare was shot up to the human. The gnomes were active so he would have to go turn them off for Dib. Not that the human couldn't get past them, Zim just didn't want to see that show of 'acrobats'. When he opened the door GIR shot past him, skipping the short distance over to Dib. It really irritated Zim how friendly his broken SIR unit could be, but he ignored that for now, yelling at the computer to shut the alarm system off.

   The gnomes sunk into the ground, indicating they were no longer active. GIR made a fuss about it, screeching and circling the ground were one had disappeared. Dib choose not to stick there for long, the noise beginning to hurt his ears, and made his way across the lawn and into the house.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #iz #story #xenophilia

[agentmothman18]

Idk?

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?

[agentmothman18]

Hello Depression (Travis x Larry (?))

Warnings! Suicide.

Imagine if someone’s illness was a living, breathing creature? Some would say it would make life easier, no one could hide that they were depressed or schizophrenic or whatever else. But no, it made things harder, especially to those that had the things following them around.

That was the reason Sal never fought back against Travis, never put the guy in his place. Because like a few others at the school, Travis Phelps had a ‘demon’ attached to him. The nightmareish creature sticking close to the guy, even when the blonde looked confident in his bullying.

Larry on the other hand, could care less about the thing following Travis. Before Sal had come to nockfell, he even thought the bully deserved it. Still thought that at times but he did show more sympathy than he used to, except when Travis starts fights.

But today was different.

When no one sat with Travis at lunch, everyone just ignoring the guy because of the depression demon following him. It was to the point where it was affecting others, something that doesn’t normally happen. “Maybe we should sit with him.” Sal suggested, pity laced in his tone as he watched the blonde. Larry shook his head, internally fighting with himself on whether to agree or not. “Maybe you should sit with him.” Larry tensed when cold blue eyes trained on him, this sense of dead falling over him. Most people blame all the weed Larry smoked on why he didn’t have a demon, but Larry would argue a brick wall that Sal was his little demon with how mean he could get.

A blank stare was returned to the cold eyes, a light tap on the fake wood table. “You are a very scary 5’ man.” Larry calmly stated, but stood from the bench and stretched. Sure he didn’t like the idea of sitting so close to a depression demon, and Travis, but he’d rather take his chances than piss Sally off. “You owe me a pizza.” With that, Larry slung his backpack over his shoulder and sauntered his way to Travis’ empty table.

“Blue demands I sit with you,” Larry paused to eye the depression, plopping down across from Travis. “So let’s hea-“

“Go away pot head.” The normal harshness was completely gone from Travis’s voice, left just a defeated tone. Larry hadnt really realized just how bad it was, he kind of felt bad now.

[I] “Yhuoe suhoed dhiiii.”

Larry tensed hearing the jumbled mess coming from the depression, the sound something from a horror movie. It wasn’t really normal for others to be able to hear the ‘demons’ speak, and Larry wish he never had. “What the hell did it just say?” The stoner questioned, nervous about the answer.

With a defeated but almost peaceful look, Travis sighed and rested his head in his hands. “What it’s been repeating all day.” He shrugged, flinching when the thing spoke yet again. Just more harsh words, truthful words he wish weren’t. “Fuck you.” That was directed to the depression, but it was hard to tell that since he was looking at Larry. And before the taller male could react, Travis got up deciding it was time to just give in to what the thing wanted.

Larry just sat there as Travis left with his demon, a whirlwind of emotions and red flags filling him. A gut feeling told him to follow, but he didn’t, just pushed the feeling away and went back to his group. Things settled and the rest of the day was pretty normal, boring lectures and notes being passed in class.

He felt on edge though, found himself tapping his pencil and watching the clock. The only times he’s ever done this was when he was getting more weed after school, but at least those times the feeling was accompanied by excitement. This. This feeling was accompanied by a tightened chest and a churning gut. There was nothing exciting about this feeling, or the thoughts that plagued his mind during 6th period lecture.

“Can I go to the bathroom?!” The loudness behind his voice had startled everyone in the class, but he didn’t acknowledge their surprised looks.

“I don’t know, can you?” That ticked him off, he hated when teachers did that. So, instead of correcting himself, he stood up.

“Yes I can.” And he ignored the yelling of the teacher, heading straight for the boys bathroom. With it being on the other side of the school, Larry found himself running halfway there. If he didn’t know any better, Larry would say he’s was having a panic attack.

Getting to the bathroom calmed him a bit, his heavy breathing loud in his own ears.

The bathroom was quiet, calm and unsettling. The stall doors open, all but one. That’s where his feet took him, hand raising to bang on the stall door. When the door stopped rattling on its hinges, a faint clinking sound filled the room. Without thought of how disgusting the boys bathroom floor was, Larry dropped to his knees and looked under the door.

It was something he had known he would see.

“Travis!” The glazed look of the other let him know then he’d be crawling under the door. And as over the top that seemed, Larry felt this desperation tugging him under against his will. “Under other circumstances I would slap you.” He grumbled after struggling his way into the stall.

Settling on the floor in front of the blonde, Larry could practically smell the blood. Of course he couldn’t but just looking at the amount made him feel like he could. “It was that bad huh?” He felt so bad and he hated that.

“What do you expect.” There was the harsh tone he’d been missing, but the look betrayed his words. Larry scooted closer, Travis huffing in attempt to keep the tough guy act up. But who was he kidding? No one could be a tough guy with bleeding wrists and a demon snickering in the corner. Even though the place wasn’t where he wanted to go, he was finding peace for once. “Abusive dad to a gay son. He’ll be happy I’m gone.” His voice trailed off. The room was beginning to spin and it was slightly sickening.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry.” Travis gave a weak laugh to that, head tilting back from how heavy he was feeling. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was almost thankful Larry was here with him. The stoner had kind of been his first guy crush, of course he hadn’t been a bully about it until things got worse at home and the Sal came around.

“You really wanna watch me die?” Larry tensed at that. Because no, no he didn’t. Watching someone’s life fade from their body was such a horrible thing, but he couldn’t find it in him to leave. Or call for help, he wanted to but it would be to late anyway.

“No, but who wants to die alone?” Travis pushed away from the toilet to sit up on his own, that only ended with him against the wall. Larry flinched at the movement, that tight feeling in his chest growing. It was a feeling he knew came before crying, or at least it did for him. And it would only hurt worse if he didn’t cry. “Do you.. want me to leave?”

“No.” Travis shook his head slowly, still a mistake when it caused more spinning. Hell, he wanted to be held now that Larry was here. This cold feeling wasn’t pleasant. But how could he ask something like that? It was against everything beat into his head, he would die cold before he asked.

He didn’t have to ask.

Larry took it upon himself to pull Travis to him, holding the blonde tight against his chest. He was trying not to cry, but that obviously wasn’t working to well. “You’re an asshole, but,” Larry paused, trying to clear the shake from his voice. “You’re a good guy at heart, you’ll be fine.” Travis couldn’t laugh at the stupid line, but he could smile.

He would be fine.

He’d be away from the pain of life forever.

He allowed himself to slip, feeling at peace for once.

#sallyface #sf #short story #sad #larry x travis #angst

[agentmothman18]

Project E.G.G (2)

Also, sorry for misspelling I haven’t gotten around to really go back an edit anything. I’m a horrible writor. XD

   Most wanted to leave the eggs at home to not deal with the hassle, that idea being crushed the day someone tired it. It was only the second day of school now and people were already getting sent to the office by Miss Bitters for not having their egg. It wasn't their fault the teacher didn't tell them they had to keep the egg with them.

   "So Dib, who's your partner?" Zita asked, resting her head gently on her own egg. She found out the ostrich egg as pretty durable the night before.

Dib glanced around the crowds of people, looking for bright colors mainly. "Zim." He finally answered, giving up his search to look back at his punk friend. When she rolled her eyes at that, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She always seemed to get annoyed by the mention of the alien, and he couldn't figure out why.

"That seems a little planned out." Even her tone had a sharpness to it, a small glare sent his way. Dib couldn't help but wonder if he did something to upset her.

"It's just a silly project, it was just unfortunate luck we got paired." He stated, crossing his arms as he started back at her. When he was younger Dib would have had a hard time keeping eye contact with a girl.

The girl was first to look away, glaring off at other people now. But after a moment she was quick to get up, being careful with her egg. "I'm heading to class." She stated simply, the edge in her tone still there and because of that, Dib didn't offer to walk her to class. He already didn't know why she was so upset and he felt going with her would just make things worse, so he simply said 'see you later' and watched her leave.

Since it had been break, the bell rang shortly after he lost sight of Zita. He waiting for the crowd to clear up before standing from his seat and heading inside to meet up with Keef. They shared German, their preferred foreign language to learn. The school had thankfully added foreign languages to the courses before they entered high school. Only three to pick from but it was better than not learning one at all, Dib would have taught himself either way it went really.

The class was easy, their teacher deciding to let them do a worksheet then whatever they wanted. So Dib spent the free time talking a with Keef, listening to the ginger spout out ideas for if the egg was a real baby. Like what it would be when it grew up, the gender and looks even the personality. All the ideas he came up with where interesting to listen too, one had pinned the egg as a pirate and another had it as an astronaut.

"Where is your egg?" Keef finally asked after settling down from his ideas. The boy had guessed Zim was partnered with Dib, and had saw Zim with the egg yesterday. "Does Zim still have it?"

"Yep, I'm not getting it til next week." Dib explained, crossing his arms over the desk. He wasn't upset about it but it did worry him that Miss Bitters would think he's not doing his part.

"A whole week?!" Keef was shocked, even he didn't want his egg for that long. It was to much work and responsibility, the guy nearly had it for breakfast. "He's really taking this serious." His tone held admiration in it, Dib knowing the ginger still liked Zim. Thankfully Keef wasn't obsessive and weird about it liked he had been years ago, he was calm about it now. Just a small crush Keef knew would only just stay as a crush.

Dib could only nod his head in agreement to that though, guessing that's all it was. Of course he felt there was something more to it but he would have to wait and see for himself. Asking would only result in getting yelled at for being a liar.

Like any free time, it went by in a flash. The bell ringing for everyone to shuffle on to the next class. Keef and Dib said their quick goodbyes and headed in separate directions down the halls. Dib had JROTC this period meaning he had the pleasure of walking over a big hill, along with marching and exercising once over it.

   This class was usually the one to end the fastest, the lieutenants keeping them busy enough to forget about time. And thanks to this class, Dib was usually one of the first people to get into the lunch room. Which yet again, he forgot to pack a lunch. This was expected, the previous year he never ate lunch because he always forgot. It wasn't a big deal to him, he'd just eat when he got home or when he remembered food was necessary. This was another thing he blamed on the alien.

   There were a few already in the lunch room, soon filled completely when the lunch bell rang. Dib was waiting at Zims usual table, knowing he would soon be surrounded by others that dressed similar to Zim. The group Zim hangs out with are mostly gothic, some punk and then there was Zim with all his colors. It was a bit funny to see at times but the guy couldn't say anything, he still dresses likes he used to occasionally.

Dib watched as the group of misfits walked in, some holding eggs and others not. They seemed a little off put by Dib sitting in there spot, Zim just rolling his contact covered eyes. "What do you want, Dib-worm." Zim demanded, taking his seat across from the human.

"I didn't want to be dragged off by some girl to her group." He stated, which happened more than he liked. You'd think this would be every boys dream, especially one that grew up with everyone hating him. But no, Dib didn't like it one bit, he was just to nice to say anything when they did it.

"You have friends for a reason." A gothic girl butted in, glaring at him from her spot next to Zim. 'Why does every girl look mad at me?' Dib thought, staring back at the girl before turning his attention to Zim. It was normal for Zim to glare at him, so he wasn't surprised to be greeted with it.

With a shrug of his shoulder, Dib stood up. "Since I'm not welc-"

"Sit, filthy monkey." Zim demanded, cutting Dib off. The alien knew that had been a trap to get him to stay, the smug smirk on Dibs face saying it all. "You're here about the egg." The smirk left, replaced with just a small smile.

"I was actually thinking about visiting you today." This caught the attention of everyone at the table, the girl next to Zim glaring even harder at him now. "Been a while since I was over."

Zim rolled his eyes, placing the egg on the table and folding his hands over it. "Feels like you were there yesterday with all those cameras of yours." It was Zims turn to smirk, the two both knowing exactly what they were doing. Trying to get the girls to start rumors about them, and it was definitely working with that comment. What a rumor that was going to be.

"Exposing me like that, that's harsh Zim." Leaning over the table a bit, Dib smiled and glanced to the girl beside Zim. She seemed in shock by the aliens statement about the cameras. "I'm just surprised you haven't taken them down since you know about them." He smiled, actually curious to what Zims response would be.

Zim huffed, glaring at the taller male. "You can leave now."

"I get the egg in two days?"

"Next week."

"Tomorrow?"

"Next week."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight." Zim hissed in agreement, knowing the boy would be over today anyway. He turned his attention to the other members at the table, surprised to see them watching him and Dib.

"Why do I feel like this isn't about the egg?" One of the taller guys at the table asked, glancing at the others then back at Zim. They all had that questioning look, wanting to know if what all they heard was true and if there was something going on between the two. It should have been obvious to the ones who grew up in this school though, everyone knew how weirdly chaotic these two were. As well as obsessive.

The alien huffed in annoyance, glaring over to Dib who wore an innocent smile. Zim would definitely make him regret bugging him today later, but for now he'd have to deal with his friends questions. As well as Dib refusing to leave the table.

#alien #dib #dib membrane #invader zim #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #iz #xenophilia

[agentmothman18]

Project E.G.G

This is a Zadr story that I’m working on. I’m kind of proud of it aside from how I hate how different I make them from the show. But anyway, I’ve only got two parts so far and probably won’t have more until school is situated out.

  Senior year was going to be the best year, then the next would be even better. To get away from this town alone would be a miracle, one Dib Membrane couldn't wait for. It was only the first day of school and he had already applied for several colleges as far away as he could get them. Sometimes he blamed the alien for his hatred of this town but he knew it was just everything about the town.

   High school for the boy had been easy going, fun even. The first year was awkward and he still got picked on like in junior high. But after freshman year, he hit a growth spurt over that summer and came back to people actually talking to him. Not in a mean way, they had actually tried being his friend. That year had been pretty odd but he got used to it, got used to having friends.

   Of course, he still chased after Zim but now it was more of a subtle thing. He wasn't as open about it or as energetic about convincing people. It made keeping his current friends easier if they thought he had grew out of that phase. So he played nice during school, ignored Zim most the time unless the alien was persistent.

   It was funny to Dib now, how their roles have shifted and changed over the years. They were no longer enemies, well not completely, they had their moments of friendship. Like helping each other out when something crazy happens after a failed plan of Zims or just other aliens in general. At the end of the day, Dib didn't hate the alien, admired him honestly but he couldn't say the same for the alien.

   "Good morning!" The cheery teacher greeted the class of teens. Wore a professional skirt suit and a face full of makeup. She was one of those teachers you see in movies almost, the ones where all the teen boys were fawning over her. "Who's all ready to be back?" This earned a chorus of groans and 'no's from the class. Dib wasn't one of them because he enjoyed learning. So school was always his favorite time of the year, even if he was treated unfairly back then.

   Like required, the teacher known as Mrs. Jackson, reviewed the rules and handbook. It was pretty stupid since nothing changes but she was finished way before the bell could ring. About twenty minutes, so to the displeasure of the class she began with her first lessons of the year. Which, happened in all the other classes as well but Dib wasn't complaining.

   By lunch, the boy was pretty burnt out of the monotonous rules and hand book reviews. He understands why they have to go over it but it was annoying after the first two classes. The rules of the class room were at least different for each class so he had to wonder why they don't just leave it at that.

   Dib sat with his group, the ones he considered as actual friends. Occasionally he'd sit with other groups, never on his free will though. His group consisted of Keef, the kid was pretty normal once puberty hit, Gretchen, who grew up to actually be a really pretty girl, Zita, still as punk as ever, and Gaz, mainly because that was his younger sister. It was an odd group, but they made it work.

   Though Dib noticed Gretchen holding an absurdly big egg. If he was guessing, Dib would say it was an ostrich egg but the school definitely couldn't afford those. "What's with the egg?" He asked, watching her look to the egg in her hands. She smiled, straight teeth thanks to those years with braces.

   "The health class is doing a baby project for all the seniors. My partner is Chunk." She explained, holding the egg up for the group to get a better few. It was a new requirement for the health class, started a year ago but they never had ostrich eggs before.

   "Chunk? Gosh, Gretchen, I'm sorry." Keef frowned, shoving slop into his mouth. The girl shrugged, seeming pretty happy about the situation. After Dib had sat her down to talk about how they could only be friends, Gretchen started developing a crush on the jock. Dib was happy about that, he found having her as a friend and her liking him wasn't that nice. Made him uncomfortable really.

   They left the conversation at that, staying quiet long enough to eat their food. Except Dib, who refused to eat the school lunches and forgot to pack one for the day. With this moment of silence, his eyes found the aliens. They stared for a minute before Zim got up and headed out the cafeteria, making it known he wanted to be followed when he looked back at Dib.

   "I'll see you guys later." He got up, his steps to catch up to the alien rushed but at least he wasn't running. The amount of times he got detention for that was unfathomable but at the time he hadn't cared. When he finally caught up they were behind the school at the back entrance. The doors where locked during lunch time but there was always a teacher there to open it for anyone wanting in.

   "You got taller." Dib started, choosing to make their first day a good day. No need for fighting at school and getting detention or suspended.

   "Platforms, as females call them." Zim spoke, keeping his eyes straight and refusing to look at Dib. This always reminded Dib of a snob, or just someone who thinks highly of themselves like Zim does. He's grown to admire that confidence from Zim.

   "Can't you call them girls, or women?" Dib looked down to Zims shoes, sure enough he was wearing platform boots. It added about six inches, so the alien was up to his eyes instead of his chest.

   "I'll call them what I please." Zim hissed, glaring at him. The alien crossed his arms, looking the human up and down. Most would call it 'being check out' but Dib knew Zim was just sizing him up. So he did the same, looking Zim over but shoved his hands in his pants pockets instead of crossing them. Zim had changed his style when starting high school, going for a more scene look. Dib believe it was just all the bright colors that made the alien like the look.

   Zim wore an oversized red sweatshirt and the normal gloves, a short black skirt and fishnets with the platform boots that reached almost to his knees. When the alien first started dressing in similar clothing, girly clothing, it had been a bit weird. Though everyone went with it, guessing it was normal for Zim since his old uniform basically was a dress with tights underneath.

   Of course Dib had to comment on the fashion choice for the day, even reaching out and tugging slightly at the short skirt. "Any shorter and you'll be flashing the school." He laughed when the alien huffed his cheeks and slapped his hand away from him. Though Zim did unrolled the skirt until it stopped above his knees. The alien, as confident and conceded as he could act, was a bit insecure especially when it came to clothing.

   "Happy?" He grumbled, acting as if Dib had lectured him for having the skirt so short. Zim had liked it the length it had been, mid thigh. Sure it was way shorter than it should be, but he liked how it looked in the mirror that morning. "What did you want anyway, filthy human?"

   "I should ask you that, you wanted me to follow you." Dib now crossed his arms, smirking slightly. He knew just how to make Zim angry, and calling the alien out on things like that was a quick way to do it.

   "Liar!" Zim exclaimed, grabbing Dibs arms to uncross them. Over the years, he'd learned Dib normally does that when he feels smug or cocky about something and it irritated him. "The great Zim would never." He hissed, glaring at the human. This only received a laugh from the human, something that just irritated Zim more. Because he knew that Dib was laughing at him, for denying the obvious truth. Of course he wanted to be followed, he wanted the attention from the pathetic human, but he couldn't admit to that.

Fifth period bell rang before Dib could continue the little argument, the teacher at the door opening it for them. In silence they nodded their thanks to the teacher and walked down the hallway. Room 135 was the health class room, it was the first door on the left once entering the building. Dib expected Zim to go to a different class, or at least stop at the door to throw one more insult before leaving. But turns out the alien would be sharing this class with him, the first class they've had together so far.

Like they did in every class they shared over the years, the two took seats on opposite ends of the class. Zim sat closest to the door while Dib took the window seat six rows over. Back when Zim first arrived it had just been the only available seat, it wasn't until the second year that Dib tried sitting closer. The teachers were quick to put him back on the other side of the room after that.

To the regret of every kid in the class, their teacher walked in. Miss Bitters. The woman looked the same as she had six years ago when Zim first came to school. Dressed in all black and an even more menacing glare than ever. Dib glanced to the side, looking past the few kids that chose to sit in the front, towards Zim who was holding up a notebook.

'Is she immortal?!'

Dib could only shrug his shoulders, having to think the same thing. Every year the woman would claim to be retiring but every following year, she was back to scare them all again. The principal probably gave her this job because of her age, guessing the woman probably had years of experience with health.

"You are to not leave this class until I say so," she began with her rules of the class room, voice annoyed and strict. "No bathroom breaks, no stupid questions, raise your hands and no talking." The woman practically hissed out, slapping one of those pointer sticks in her hand. Every time she did, everyone in the class would flinch a bit.

"Read the handbook yourself insolent brats." With that, Miss Bitters bent down and pulled a box from under her desk. It held about six ostrich eggs, one for every two people in the class. And knowing how strict and mean the woman was, Dib knew he wouldn't get to pick his partner.

Everyone watched as the teacher walked up to a guy with a hat on, snatching the hat off his head and heading back to the desk. As one of her rules was to not talk, and the woman was terrifying, they kept quiet as she wrote on a paper and tore it up. The pieces falling into the hat and she gave it a quick shake. "Draw a name and that's who your partner is."

She called six kids up, Dib wasn't one of them so he knew his fate was left up to one of the six. He watched, slightly anxious as they grabbed their egg and moved seats to sit next to their partner.

"Zim refuses." The alien said, quite loudly as he glared up at the teacher. It didn't take Dib more than a second to realize the alien had picked his name. The reaction alone was a dead giveaway.

"You will keep the partner you chose." It was amazing how she could easily tower over anyone in the class, making her all the more threatening than she already was. Heck, Dib was as tall as his dad now at 6'1" and even he was towered over by the skinny old woman. But it worked, Zim angrily taking the egg and marching over to sit next to Dib. She didn't explain the project farther, just threatened to bring doom to them if they cracked their eggs.

   And then, went on about doom farther and how they were a horrible generation. It was amazing that this woman could even be a teacher with how she treats the kids.

   Soon enough the bell to leave rang, and like they used to, everyone scattered from the room. It didn't matter if it was through the window or out the door, they wanted to get away as soon as possible and Dib couldn't even blame them. He choose the door, following after the alien who was holding the egg delicately.

   "Do you want the first day or-?" Dib trailed off, falling into step next to the boy. He was getting the cold shoulder as always, Zim keeping his head up high and looked straight ahead. Dib liked to think it was just habit from training to be an invader, kind of like how it was for the military. Being in JROTC for the fourth year, Dib could understand the habit of marching and everything else he's learned in that class. Though he didn't take it as serious outside of the class like a few others did.

   "You are not to touch my- this egg." Zim stopped himself, correcting his sentence as he almost paused his walking to realize it. There was this weird feeling he had when holding the egg, kind of like when he deals with Gir. An almost parental feeling, Zim wanted to protect the egg. This wasn't the first time though, there was Gir who also gave him these feelings. Except with Gir, it was a lot harder to deal with because the little robot was basically a kid with ADHD. "I will take the first week." If he even allowed that.

   Dib didn't question it, deciding it was best to just leave it at that. If he wanted to know he could either ask later or watch the cameras he still had scattered across the aliens base. So he nodded his understanding and followed Zim to their next class. Turns out the two had the last three classes together, which was better than spending all day together.

#alien #dib #dib membrane #invader zim #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #iz #xenophilia

[agentmothman18]

Rapr

Being a science geek, Purple tended to do research on nights he couldn't sleep. Sometimes he would research things about space or what could possibly be at the bottom of the ocean. But tonight he decided to do human research and weird facts people dont know about.

One of those were about the pupils and how they dilate when looking upon someone you love. He found himself laughing at the thought, but he was curious to know if it was true. It would make finding someone to love you easier than it was.

Purple jotted down some notes and some reminders on a sticky note. He stuck it to his science notebook pulled off his red glasses. It was 1 am and Purple still had school tomorrow, which he wasnt looking forward to. They where having exams this week and tomorrow, or today rather, was history. His least favorite subject.

Turning his computer off, Purple got up and stretched his muscles. Being hunched over for so long really does a number on your body. Purple climbed into bed, fluffing his pillow before snuggling into his covers and closing his eyes.

One thing about Purple though, was that he tended to have restless nights. Nightmares kept him from ever getting good sleep. They were nightmares from his past, things that haunted him even to this day. Since he was an orphan, Purple's had plenty of foster parents. Most weren't to good to him. Until he was adopted by a woman and her wife. Gaz and Tak.

Gaz was the more scarier of the two, making sure Purple knew his manners and everything. While Tak was laid back, letting him do as he pleased. But Tak would discipline him if necessary. Purple was glad they adopted him, because they were the best people he could have ever wished for as parents. Plus, he got to make a lot of friends where they live. Like Zim and Red.

Purple woke to his alarm at 5:30 that morning. He always got up early to make sure he had everything and to get ready. Purple liked to look fashionable so that took up most his morning time. And sometimes he would were makeup, but those where only on days where he felt good about himself. Today wasnt one of those days, he was way to stressed about his history test to care about makeup.

"Momma G!" Purple quietly called, knocking on the already open door. Tak and Gaz usually left their door open because Purple would sometimes sneak into bed with them. Those where on nights when his nightmares got really bad. And when the doors where closed, Purple knew not to bother them. "You have work in an hour." He added, gently shaking Gaz to wake her up. Purple smiled when Tak groaned and wrapped herself around Gaz.

"I'll get her up in a few minutes, Pur." Tak hummed, her eyes still closed as she buried her face in Gaz's neck. Purple always thought they made the cutest couple, and he wished he could find someone like them.

"I'll make breakfast." Purple told Tak quietly, quickly leaving to work on that. So he cooked breakfast, pancakes for Gaz and eggs for Tak. He made himself some French toast, which was probably his favorite breakfast food.

Around 6:20 Gaz came down, fully dressed for work, and ate her food. She kissed Purples cheek, telling him to make sure Tak doesnt fall back asleep before he leaves, and left. Purple cleaned his dish and Gaz's, walking back upstairs to check and see if Tak was up and moving. She had a bad habit of going back to sleep when Gaz leaves.

7:30 rolled around and Purple had gotten all his stuff together. Normally he would pack his lunch but he kinda stopped after Red started bring him something instead. It was usually a surprise, but it always tended to be something he really likes.

"Pur!" Tak called from the front door, coffee in hand. Purple never understood how she could drink it black. It was way to bitter and nasty without creamer and a pinch of sugar. "Red's here to pick you up!" Purple quickly made his way downstairs, pulling on his favorite converses.

"Dont go back to bed momma T." Purple laughed, kissing her cheek and making his way to Red's car. It was a black Kia, simple but very nice. And the best part about it was the insides smell. Which was always roses and rainwater, something Purple suggested 2 years ago when Red got the car.

And thus, the rest of the day was pretty normal. Purple of course was studying his head off for the History exam he had after lunch. He practically knew everything that he needed to know, but that didnt stop him from worrying. Of course, Zim was the one to notice this at lunch time.

"Stop biting your lip!" Zim demanded, causing both Purple and Red to jump in their seats. Zim was very short compared to the two other boys. But he was the loudest. "No one will want to kiss you if you make them ugly." And he was very harsh too. Though Zim was a good, loyal friend to them. He means well, even if he comes off as an asshole sometimes.

"Sorry." Purple smiled in a guilty way, letting his bottom lip go. He honestly hadn't even noticed he was doing that. It was just a habit he did when he was stressed. So, to calm himself a bit, he tired to forget about it. Taking a bite of the salad Red had brought him.

That's when he remembered the note on his science book. Glancing around, he wondered who could be in love and with who. There where plenty of couples, but it would be weird to stare at them. He wondered if Red's eyes dilated when he was looking at his girlfriend, Jess.

So he tried to subtly watch the couple, who he actually didnt like being a couple. Jess was pretty new, only been here for two months, and Purple was already jealous of her. She stole all of Red's attention and tries her best to rub it in his face. Becuase at this point, it was kinda obvious Purple had a big crush on his best friend Red.

He watched as they talked and smiled, doing normal couple things. But as he watched, he noticed how Red would glance at him more than he thought he would. Their eyes met a couple times as well, both smiling a bit at each other. But Purple found himself not knowing whether to smile like an idiot or be surprised. Because every time Red looked at him, his small pupils grew bigger. Like they would after getting those eyedrops from the eye doctor.

"Red." Purple said, grabbing the boys attention away from the girl next to him. He watched as the boys pupils dilated once again, and the questioning look appear on his face. "Look at Jess then back at me real quick." He smiled, trying not to giggle at how confused Red looked. But even though Red was confused, he did as told, not knowing what this was about.

Purple felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the possibility that Red may love him. But he also had to question if it was romantic love or friendship love. But he didnt care, because he was going to tell him. Via sticky note.

Quickly jotting down his little confession and why he asked for Red to do that, he got up. Folding the sticky note, Purple handed it to Red and quickly headed for History. The bell hadn't rung but he knew the teacher would let him in to study in peace.

By 7th period, Purple was regretting giving Red the sticky note. Because Red was his ride home and he may have ruined that. Because what if Red really doesnt like him like that and he confessed for nothing? That would completely embarrass him.

"Dont forget to read chapters 6 through 10." Mr. Dib called once the bell rang and his students jumped to leave. The only one not jumping to leave was Zim, who was probably going to harass the poor man again. Zim, in lack of better words, was a hoe. Of course, he wasnt, but sometimes Purple had to wonder. Because once that boy finds someone attractive, he tended to not leave them alone until he was satisfied.

"Zim staying back with Mr. Membrane?" Red questioned, falling into step beside Purple. Purple nodded, trying not to let his mind think of the sticky note.

"Yeah. I feel bad for Mr. Membrane. He never gets a break from Zim." Red laughed in agreement, knowing it was true. "I mean, sure he's pretty hot but Zim could get him fired." Purple groaned. He would hate to lose his science teacher, especially since Dib made the class fun. There was always a new story to tell or some cool group project they got to do.

"I'm sure that wont happen. The man should know not to succumb to a needy teen like Zim." It was Purple's turn to laugh then.

And things stayed normal for the ride home. Both just talking about the usual things and even some random stuff that pops to mind. It wasnt until they got close to Purple's home that the conversation turned to the sticky note confession.

"So my eyes really dilate when I look at you?" Red questioned, glancing towards Purple before looking back at the road. He didnt really believe that but he wasn't going to deny he liked Purple. Ever since Purple moved to their town 5 years ago, he's liked him. It's why he always does things to accommodate him. Like bring him lunch, stay up late when hes ranting about something, and even the air freshener in his car. They where all simple things, but they mean more than just simple friendly gestures.

Purple began to pick at his jacket sleeves, trying to think of what to say. He could say yes but that didnt feel like a good enough answer to him. Plus, maybe he was just imagining it all. "It could have just been a different lighting. But yeah." He said, nodding and staring at his lap. Purple could feel his cheeks heating up and his stomach do flips. He was nervous that Red would tell him he didnt feel the same as he did. Which, he wouldn't really blame him.

"I guess it would make sense then," Red began, turning down Purples' street. "Because I do love you." He admitted, glancing at Purple who quickly looked at him.

"You do?" Purple asked hopefully.

"Why else would I do the things I do for you?" Red laughed, pulling into Purples' driveway. He put it in park and looked at Purple.

Purple smiled, looking back at his lap. He always just thought Red was being nice.

"So, how about a date this Friday?" Red questioned, watching Purple smile like an idiot. Purple quickly nodded his head, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out.

"I cant wait." Purple said, closing Red's door and practically running to his house to tell Tak about this.

#human au #invader zim #purple #red #rapr #gay #lgbt

[agentmothman18]

Klance (kinda?)

Definitely not my best work but I’m really happy I finally got it written out.

   Keith angrily smashed at the control panel of his small ship, cursing under his breath. The flashing red of the holographic screens flickered before him, taunting him. With a loud frustrated noise, he opened the door to the ship and climbed out. Thick black smoke clouded his vision, soon filling even his nose when his helmet retracted.

   The boy tried to keep his hopes up, even as the negative thoughts filled his head. He kept telling himself that one of the paladins would see his distress signal and come for him. That everything would be fine.

   Nearly an hour passed before Keith completely lost hope. He was frustrated, cold, and a bit hungry as well. The suit he was equipped with had the ability to protect him from explosions, gunshots, and simple slices from a knife. But being on the ice planet, he was quick to realize the suits weren't meant to be worn in harsh weather conditions like these. A feature that should have been implemented into the suit before the rest.

   Keith decided to give it ten more minutes before he tries to find shelter. Something he didn't think would be possible in this frozen wasteland. Pulling his hood over his head further, he hugged his legs and glared at nothing in particular. He had nothing but himself to blame for this. The boy did get himself caught.

   Exactly eight minutes later and what he thought would be his rescue ended in disaster. A few good miles out from were he crashed, another ship crashed. He nearly screamed in frustration, his anger towards this whole situation showing. "Maybe it's not them." He whispered to himself, hating how his voice quivered thanks to the cold. Taking one last look at his ruined ship, he set out towards the crashed ship.

   The running had helped slightly at getting Keith warm, the sudden flow of blood wouldn't last long. "Damnit." He cursed, seeing the damage of the new ship. It definitely wasn't as bad as his but it wouldn't fly out of here that's for sure. The ship wasn't part of the Marmora and Keith would have guessed the paladins to come in their lions. But, he has been wrong before.

   Lance stumbled out, the glass of his helmet busted. He was a bit disoriented from the ambush he had a moment ago, leaving him to glance at Keith and just stare. As he finally organized his thoughts, realizing the situation at hand, he did the best thing he could think of. "Come here often?" Yes, flirt. Flirting and joking where a part of Lance's coping methods, it helped him feel like less of a fuck up. And boy did he feel like a fuck up right now.

"Christ, Lance." Keith rolled his eyes along with shaking his head. There were a few things that he wanted to call him in that moment but pushed that aside he looked the taller male over. He didn't look injured, a bit roughed up but that's expected from a crash landing. "Why didn't you come in red?" He asked, tone shaking a bit with the frigid wind but it still came out harsh sounding.

Lance glanced to the ruined ship, trying to come up with the best excuse. He couldn't exactly go telling Keith he rushed to get here, that would make him sound desperate and not like himself. "I didn't think that would be necessary." Lance looked back at Keith in time to see him roll his eyes again. And he knew it was disappointment, Keith's eyes practically swimming with it.

   "Next time don't think. Coming in the lions would always be a better option." Lance tried ignoring the obvious, but subtle way Keith talked down to him. Like he was a kid that didn't understand something as simple as 2+2.

   "Well maybe next time I won't drop everything to come save you. So ungrateful." Lance felt his face flush a bit, realizing just what he had said. But he didn't go to cover it up, deciding that maybe that would make Keith feel bad for being so mean to him. Sure Lance hadn't really been thinking when he saw the distress signal, but that's no reason for Keith not to at least appreciate his efforts. "Whatever. The others were out when the signal came through so it might be a while before they can see it."

   "Great." Keith pulled his hood over his head more, turning and walking away from the smoking ship. There was no use waiting out in the open, hypothermia would set in long before the other paladins arrived if they stayed there. Keith didn't wait for Lance, didn't slow down when the taller boy called his name and rushed after him, his mind determined to find shelter.

   A small ice cave hadn't been very far from the crash and even though it didn't provide any warmth it at least stoped the wind. Lance had remained quiet while following Keith, observing the white surrounding. The only noise he finally did make was a loud tapping on the light blue ice walls surrounding them. It echoed farther down the cave.

   Keith shook his hands in an attempt to rid the numbness from his fingers. It didn't help much but it was better than keeping them still for to long. He wished there had been something to start a fire with but the planet was nothing but ice.

   "You're cold?" Lance finally spoke, tone laced with concern and a bit of confession. He would have expected the Blades to have better suits, at least to work in harsh weather like the paladin suits. Another concern to add to the list he made as soon a Keith left. Not that he didn't have a list for everyone, it's just he may or may not worry about Keith and his reckless habits more.

   Keith looked back at Lance, a look that clearly said 'No shit.' It was quick to leave though, softening a bit as a shiver racked through him. "Nothing I can't handle." It was pride and arrogance and a bit of stubbornness. Though he knew it was stupid but thanks to months spent with Lance making things a competition Keith felt the need to prove himself. A stupid time to do so but he was reckless and at this point would probably take hypothermia better than Lance's boasting.

   And Lance could tell that, sensing it as soon as the words left Keith's mouth. He wasn't completely obvious to things, especially these kind of things. Growing up in a crowded home made reading between the lines easier along with reading body language. "Right." He mumbled, watching Keith start to pace back and forth. There wasn't much he could do, unsure if the guy would accept any help or punch him for trying. So Lance sat down, leaning against the cold wall and watched.

   Pacing helped until his joints ached from both the cold and being used. With a sigh he leaned against the wall opposite of Lance and sat down. The cold slowly seeping through the material of his suit, making his back feel colder than any other part. But like his fingers and toes, his back went numb to the stinging cold. It brought on another shiver, his body shaking now but he couldn’t stop it even if he tried.

Lance sighed and stood up, walked over to Keith with much confidence and determination. He wasn’t about to watch his friend freeze to death, not after everything else they’ve been through that could have killed them. So he sat down beside the other, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. “Obviously the Blades need better suits so until then suck it up and let me help.” Trying to sound indifferent about it, Lance looked towards the entrance of the cave just hoping the others wouldn’t be to long.

Keith was tense, feeling a bit awkward with being this close to Lance. He would have felt awkward with it being anyone other than Shiro but that was because he’s known Shiro the longest. Plus, he liked Lance, as much as he didn’t like to admit it sometimes. Being with the Blades, he didn’t get to see the other paladins often and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss them. So he tried relaxing, finding it a bit easier to do with the subtle warm now surrounding him. Keith moved closer to him, burying his face in the crook of Lances neck. It was hard to object, not only because his voice would come out a gibbering mess thanks to the cold but also because Lance was really warm and he really wasn’t.

They stayed like that until rescuers came, Keith nearly having passed out due to hypothermia finally settling in. Lance had helped kept it at bay but there’s only so much one person can do in these conditions. The others helped them up which didn’t really work with Keith, his muscles tense and frozen. He was carried to the lions, both joining Hunk in his lion. Hunk had been the most worried like the good friend that he was, he was a crying mess but he was really happy they were both okay.

Lance set Keith on the floor, next to the open vent blowing heat. He stayed with him though, helping the best he could to bring life back into the others fingers. “Next time I’ll bring red,” his tone was quiet and bit unhappy. This probably wouldn’t be forgotten from his memory for a while.

“I-It’s fine Lance.” Keith mumbled, leaning more towards the vent. It wasn’t blowing a lot of heat or anything to hot, that would just kill his frozen body. “You showed u-up, that’s all that m-matters.” Finally the shivering came back, a good sign that he would really be okay. And even though Lance still felt like this situation could have gone better, he would be happy that Keith was okay.

#klance #ice planet #blades of marmora #keith #lance #voltron #ship #cold #cuddleing #soft?

[agentmothman18]

Zadr

I’ll be honest, I’m not the biggest fan of my old Zadr stories. But I can’t find the motivation to write anything new anymore.

Dream

But what most don't know, is that those aren't our dreams. We may want it, may need it, but it's never truly what we desire. Just something our minds trick our hearts to think and blocks what our real dreams are.

As Dib had gotten older, he realized this. That his goal to expose Zim was not what he really wanted. And when he saw Zim at his worse, it was like a slap to the face.

A dream to capture the enemy and be famous. Or, a dream to help and be with the enemy. As his heart had taken over during Zim's time of need, he knew how wrong he had been. How many years wasted on the wrong thought process.

"It's okay.." Dib whispered, rubbing small circles on Zim's back just below his pack. They had been like this for almost an hour. Zim cry his eyes out and Dib trying to comfort him.

"I-It's not o-okay!" Zim cried out, holding tighter to Dibs shirt. He hated being so weak, especially in front of Dib. "T-they don't care! Everything w-was a joke!" He hiccuped a few times, trying to find comfort in the human holding him. Zim never thought he would need Dib so much, but right now Dib was the only thing keeping him from doing something stupid.

   Dib frowned a bit, knowing what it's like to have everyone laugh at you. It wasn't a good feeling. One that made you really feel alone and hated by everyone.

To see Zim so hurt and broken, so valuable, kinda hurt him as well. It was amazing to think that not long ago he was wanting Zim to be in pain. Dissected and researched for years to come. A dream quickly realized was only a nightmare.

"M-maybe if i had t-taken over the world," Zim started, finally able to clam down a bit. "Then they wouldn't b-be laughing.."

"Do you.. really want to still take over the earth?" Dib asked, tensing slightly when Zim got better situated in his lap. Zim sighed, closing his eyes and just relaxing against Dib. For almost a year Zim had started to go against the idea of taking over. He only wanted to so that the other Irkens would appreciate him.

"It had been my only goal in life.. to be noticed by my Tallest and not be such a screw up.." Zim mumbled, enjoying how comfortable Dib was. Humans were so squishy and warm.

"Make a new goal." Dib suggested, wrapping his arms around Zim more. "Something that's not going to please anyone but you." He mumbled, smiling a bit.

"Is your goal still to expose me?" His voice was quiet and cracky. Zim was ready to just give up, if the tallest didn't want him, who would?

"No." Dib said, staring up at the ceiling of Zim's base. "I have a new goal to reach." He said, looking down at Zim who had leaned back to look at him. "It involves helping you."

Sometimes, our dreams can be right in front of us and we never know. A goal we push away and lock in the back as we chase other things. It doesn't take much to realize what life really has in store for you. Just time, patience, and observation.

#alien #dib #dib membrane #invader zim #short story #zadr #zim #gay #lgbtq #iz #xenophilia #angst

[agentmothman18]

Hell on Earth

So this is a story I started a while back. It was supposed to be like a creepypasta au but I went against it. I’ll only post the first chapter because I’ve only made 9 and I don’t even know how well this will do-

Chapter 1

   You're going to die.

   The end is near.

   The boy tugged on his long sleeve, ignoring the voices in his head. He had taken his medicine like he was supposed to but as always, it never worked. The voices still rung in his ears and his eyes still played tricks on him. By now, the people at his school were used to it. The sudden out bursts that had him leave the room, jumping at every noise, and avoiding everyone like they had the plague.

   There was really nothing Timothy's doctors could do. Having practically grown up in a mental institute, they've tried every known medicine. The medicine he had now was the only one that showed promising affects, although some days it was like taking a placebo.

   Timothy jumped at the bell but was still the first one walking through the doors. He hated being late, almost as much as he hated being alone. Though, by now he should be used to being alone. His mother always working with some government science stuff, two sisters dead, and the third one always at a friends house. He was almost always alone, subtracting the 40 hours wasted around hundreds of kids. Even in a room full of people he was completely and utterly alone in this world.

   You'll be the first to go!

   Death by the undead!

   Do us all a favor and end your miserable life so they don't have too.

Like usual, Timothy tried blocking out the voices. He tried focusing on his Human Anatomy and Physiology teacher as she went on about the muscles. Having already read the whole chapter, Timothy was the only one answering the teachers questions. Occasionally referring to things later in the chapters. Sure he was lacking a few hours of sleep and his medicine didn't help him much, but he wouldn't let that stop him from getting good grades. He liked being smarter than the others, something he had that they didn't.

   Timothy had more going for him than just his brain. He recently got his black belt in martial arts, strength he refused to use on anyone. The boy had bullies and even if they broke his bones or not he wouldn't fight back. Hurting others to help himself wasn't his thing, he did stick up for others though. Which usually ended in him getting beaten later, but he didn't care.

   Before Timothy went to answer another question, he registered what one of the voices had said. 'Death by the undead.' Usually he would ignore them, throwing everything they said to the side. But this was the same voice that had practically told him his sister was going to kill herself. For him, having the voices were normal, but having one that could tell the future seemed ludicrous. But then again, stranger things have happened to him in his seventeen and a half year life span.

   "Timothy? Do you not know the answer?" The teacher's voice startled him out of his thoughts. Laughing and snickering filled his ears, an embarrassed blush creeping up his cheeks. The boy had been so lost in thought he missed the question. The laughter shouldn't have bothered him much, and it didn't, it was the few comments whispered around the room.

   'Maybe he's gone stupid.'

   'I bet whatever medicine he takes wore off.'

   'Not as smart as he thinks.'

   "Um.. N-No.." He stuttered out, staring at his paper. To say the teacher was shocked would be an understatement. The only teacher that would not be shocked would be Timothy's Algebra II teacher. He wasn't that great at math but he managed to keep an A in that class nonetheless. Algebra was another reason as to why he couldn't sleep, late nights trying to figure out a three step word problem.

   "Well then." The teacher, Mrs. Davis, cleared her throat and looked at the whispering kids. They quieted down and she shook her head. "Seeing as none of you pay attention, I won't even bother asking." She then continued on with her lecture, relieved when Timothy started answering or butting in with facts he's read about in the book. To have the boy not answering questions or practically helping her lecture was like the end of her world. She enjoyed Timothy's intelligence and honestly thought he should have graduated early like his mother had.

   It seemed like no time had passed before it was lunch time. The good thing about that though was that he only had two classes left. Two hours of construction and almost one hour of algebra. Timothy entered the lunch room, looking for the two people he actually could call friends in the hell hole. Daniel and Sidnee, some of the weirdest kids in school.

   "Tell me it's not so!" Sidnee exclaimed as soon as Timothy had sat down. He could kind of guess what she was asking, and it had to do with this morning. "Tell me my little genius hasn't lost his marbles." She begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. At times, Timothy didn't know who was craziest out of the three of them. Sidnee with her crazy need to know everything and I mean everything, Daniel with his 'Lunar' side, or Timothy with his voices and hallucinations. It was probably a tie between them all.

   "I just wasn't paying attention." Was his short and quiet response, the embarrassment still pretty evident. Sidnee sighed in relief and completely changed the topic to his mother. Getting to work graveyard shifts in the research government facility that his mother works at, Sidnee was able to tell him when his mother would be home.

   "Oh! Call me later tonight, I need to talk to you about something." Sidnee told him while quickly standing up. She had chemistry this period and loved to be the first one there. Which always left Daniel and him to walk to the Vo-tech together. Sidnee took her leave and Daniel stood up, neither him nor Timothy ate school lunches.

   "How's the medicine?" The smaller male started the conversation first, like always. If he didn't then it would be quiet on their walk together.

   "Unhelpful and useless. Did they ever write a higher script for you?" Timothy questioned, glancing towards his friend. They both took medicine, different medicine but they both took medicine. Daniel's was focused more on depression and anxiety while Timothy's focused more so on his schizophrenia and paranoia. They both probably had more problems but the doctors haven't diagnosed them yet.

   "Of course not. The lazy bastards think what I have now is enough and that I only want more because I like drugs." He shook his head. It seemed as if doctors gave those that didn't need medicine, medicine, and those who need it, none. As messed up as it was, that's just how it is. The world is and will always be messed up.

   "Maybe when that 'Lunar' side of yours actually hurts someone then they'll realize you need it." The shorter male shrugged, he has hurt someone before and they still did nothing. To be correct, he's almost killed his ex and Sidnee because of that side of his. It was pretty much a split personality of a crazier Daniel. One that wouldn't hesitate to kill his close friends or family members. That side hardly came out, aside from the sudden comments at random times.

   "I don't mind him, I just don't want him hurting Sidnee again, my mother, or you. That's really the only reason to take medicine." Daniel explained and watched the only red head in school walk past them. He had a fascination for redheads just like Sidnee had a fascination with blonds and Timothy with guys taller than him. None of them would admit to their little types but it was obvious amongst them.

   "Yeah. Well I need to head to class, I'll see you tomorrow." They parted ways, Daniel heading to health and Timothy to construction. He would have been great in this class if it wasn't for the voices, hallucinations, and his OCD. It was mostly his OCD that got in the way though. If it wasn't perfect then he would continue until it was or until he had to give up because it wouldn't fix. It was also his OCD that kept his room and whole house clean, and a few of his teachers desks clean. If something wasn't tidy looking then it would kill him until it was fixed.

   As usual, construction seemed to pass by in a flash. Sometimes he wished that the other classes passed this quickly but wishing for something never worked. And the more you want something the less likely it was to happen, that's just how life worked.

   When the final bell rang, everyone bolted for the door. It was like they couldn't leave fast enough, which they couldn't. There was always one or two groups of kids that walked slow. Whether they did it on purpose or not, it still pissed a few people off. 

   Timothy walked to and from school. He wasn't allowed to drive because he was a danger to everyone and he refused to ride a bus. It was something about them that he hated and will forever hate. He didn't mind walking either, it was only a seven minute walk so it was nothing to him. On some days he would even run home, just because he felt he was being watched. But, whether he runs or walks, he's always happy to be home where he felt somewhat safe.

#apocalypse #story #zombies #lgbtq friendly #lgbtq