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Through The Ashes | Chapter Four

Summary: You've been given an offer to join the 141 Task Force. Upon taking it, you find yourself ensnared with the mysterious masked man who won't take his eyes off you.

Warning(s): brief mentions of sex (18+), swearing, blood, violence, injuries, Valeria being zesty towards reader

A/N: Giving y'all a long chapter as a thank you for the support on the previous parts<3 Also this isn't proofread lol | Word Count: 6k

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New Players In The Game

The briefing the next morning couldn’t have been more agonizing.

This wasn’t a situation of trying not to look at him. No, he had that covered for you. You hadn’t even glanced at that side of the table, and you weren’t planning to either.

“I’ve made contact with a counter-terrorism leader by the name of Alejandro Vargas. He’s gotten a closer look at El Sin Nombre than any of our leads have given us.” Price passes out intel files on this new player, taking a huff of his cigar. “Read the files, you know the drill. And pack light.”

As everyone began to clear the room and begin their duties for the day, you remained seated at the table, tightly clenching the file in your hands.

Maybe a change of scenery would be better for everyone, and it would get your team closer to snuffing out your latest threat. On the other hand, being stuck on a plane with Ghost made you want to jump off a cliff.

You remained seated for a few moments before you finally got up and headed for your dorm.

You gave your bed a passing glance, instantly being reminded of what happened the previous night. After you cleaned yourself up, you couldn’t bring yourself to lay on it. You found it preferable to strain your neck sleeping on the sofa. Although today, the pinch in your neck was making you regret that decision.

You grabbed your duffel bag and packed a few extra uniforms, a jacket, and your toiletries. You zipped it up and set it on the sofa, having one less task to do today.

“I’ll pay you to pack mine like that. I’ve never been good at packing.” Soap’s voice brought you to his attention.

“I’ll keep that in mind, then.” You chuckled awkwardly, trying to hide the things weighing on your mind. That was one plus of Soap being sort of clueless about things like that.

“Who are you going to sit next to? Gaz already has dibs on the seat by Price.” Soap says as if to hint something.

He was lucky you weren’t even looking Ghost in the eye right now, so this could work out well for you. “I’ll sit next to you.” He looked like a child whose parents just said yes to ice cream. If only he knew why you were so eager.

—

You were the last to board the plane, having been running a little late that morning. You scanned all the occupied seats and finally spotted Soap.

“Might be cramped, this was the only spot left.” He stated, giving an innocent stare. You smiled as you approached closer to him, but it dropped just as quickly when you saw the seating situation.

Soap on the outside seat, and Ghost sitting in the window seat. You are in the middle of the two of them. You’d rather take your chances hanging onto one of the wings than have to sit like this for several hours, but here you were.

You squeezed past Soap and sat in the middle, feeling squished immediately. At least Soap was polite enough to keep his limbs on his side as best as he could. Ghost, on the other hand, made no attempt. His thighs smushed against yours, and his elbow was on your armrest.

He refused to look your way. He stared out the small window for most of the flight. Soap fell asleep on your shoulder about an hour into the flight, so there was no escape for you here. The best you could do was get some work done, listen to some music, count to a thousand - anything that didn’t make you think about what he did.

The hours couldn’t go any slower in your opinion, but they had passed nonetheless. You unbuckled your seatbelt and went to the bathroom, needing a few minutes to breathe - physically and emotionally.

You were craving the night alone you’d have, finally sleeping somewhere other than understimulating barracks.

—

“Enjoy yourselves. But remember, we’re heading out bright and early tomorrow.” The team looked around in awe at the decent hotel they’d be staying in.

“Military budget has its perks, eh?” Soap leaned close to your ear, grinning ear to ear. Luxury wasn’t something you or anyone working jobs like this got often, so it was a treat.

Everyone piled into the elevator, waiting for you to catch up to them. You made eye contact with Ghost, who was in front of the bunch. His eyes brushed over you briefly, but they hastily returned to the floor.

“I’ll take the stairs.” You stated, heading towards them with a clenched jaw. You did just that, jogging down the flights of them to reach your room.

You felt relief over you as you reached your suite. You dropped your bag and flopped onto the bed.

In truth, you wanted to scream into the pillows like a high school girl, but you wanted to handle it better than that.

You took advantage of the grand bathroom, letting yourself soak in it for an absurd amount of time as you worked on some files. For a second, you finally felt a bit of reprieve. But you knew deep down it was going to take more.

You weren’t hurt. You weren’t embarrassed. You were furious.

—

You put on some fresh clothes after your bath - some casual night attire. To say you felt overdressed was an understatement. Having been in uniform for so long, it was an uncanny sensation to you.

The boys were downstairs, surely taking advantage of the open bar and lounge.

It was strange seeing them let loose, laughing with one another. They sat around a card table, intensely playing their card game.

If Ghost weren’t at that table, you might have considered having some fun with them. You hated the sight of him. The way he chatted and played his cards with them like nothing happened.

You strolled over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Might as well learn something from the man you despised and self-medicate when you’re down.

You stare over your shoulder every so often when one of them celebrates a win or loss. You decide to cut yourself off after a few drinks. Working with Ghost in a foreign country and being hungover on top of it was your limit, so you decided against getting plastered.

“Heading to bed?” Soap asked as he looked up from his cards. You nodded and headed for the elevator.

You stepped inside and pressed your button. Before the doors closed, an arm stuck its way between them. A very familiar tattooed arm. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

The doors opened again, letting him step inside. Of course, they had to close sluggishly before the elevator started moving.

The thought hit you about halfway to his floor. You punched the stop button with your fist and turned to him. “Tell me something. What makes you think you can get away with it?” He wasn’t going to budge easily, even if you tried to push his buttons.

He sighed and looked at the floor. You noticed he was swaying a bit more than the last time you saw him at the card table. Of course, you decide to give him a piece of your mind when he’s probably not going to remember it.

Might as well get it out of you, or you’ll implode. “You think you can fuck me and then just walk out? Who do you think you are?” You pressed the stop button again when the last timer ran out.

He finally met your eyes, but his look wasn’t what you were expecting. His expression looked pained, even underneath the glossiness of his intoxication.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” he slurred, staring at the numbers increasing closer to his floor.

You tongued the inside of your cheek and clenched the fist leaning on the wall.

“Oh, you’re gonna play that card now. I shouldn’t expect anything less from you, I guess…” You spat, continuing to stare at him as you spoke. “You act tough, but you can’t even face the problems ahead of you. All you know is how to kill and push everyone away!”

He grabbed your forearm tightly and leaned closer. “You… don’t know anything about me. Or anyone here, so keep your mouth shut.” You’d never heard him sound more irate to anyone, and you’d never expected it to be you on the receiving end of it.

You tore yourself out of his grip and took a few steps back, but didn’t break eye contact with him.

“You threaten me again, and I’ll kill you myself.” You snarled back, catching him off guard slightly. He never imagined someone giving it back to him. Luckily, or unluckily, it was you.

As if perfect timing, the doors opened, and you paraded out without looking back, stomping your way to your room.

—

You’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t feel good the next morning. The big confrontation didn’t go quite as you planned, but you walked away without a broken bone, and with Ghost - that was a success.

You were the last to meet everyone in the lobby. Price’s face lit up when you were finally there. “There you are. Let’s get going, big day ahead.”

Ghost was even more distant than he was the night he walked out on you if that was possible. That was fine with you. There wasn’t anything you could say to hurt him, he already had that deep inside him - and it was intertwined around him.

At least being in separate cars, you were able to catch up on some sleep. You seemed to never get enough ever since you took the job.

The vehicle jolting to a stop made you open your eyes, then rub them to get your bearings.

You looked around, finding yourself somewhere in the desert of Mexico. This must be where you’ll meet this “Alejandro” figure. Maybe he would be a good ally. But to you, it could be another reason to watch over your back.

Each of you climbed out of the SUVs, looking around at the base in front of you. Whoever he was, he had a decently sized unit he was commanding.

The door swung open and out walked Alejandro. He had his hands placed behind his back, keeping his posture straight. “Captain,” he reaches his hand out and shakes it with Price, scanning your team as well. “Did your team enjoy the hotel?”

Price maintained a friendly attitude as the chatter between them persisted, which made you ease up a bit. Alejandro showed you around his base, which was a sizeable facility. Definitely different than the barracks in Western countries, but not somewhere terribly cramped. He wasn’t running decaying barracks - he definitely had some reach.

“Not as cozy as you’re used to in the States?” Alejandro questioned with a chuckle deep from his chest. “Welcome to Las Almas.” With that, he left everyone to get settled.

Your “room” was more like a group of bunks in the corner of the base. Not as private, and surely something to get used to. You picked the top bunk, purposely waiting until Ghost decided on his so it would be the furthest from him.

You set your bag down to claim the bunk and caught up with the rest of the group as they headed out the door.

Alejandro briefed everyone on the intel he had. He knew a lot more about El Sin Nombre than your team could hope for. The problem was a lack of numbers - which he now had.

The sight of the country around you was a culture shock. You’d gotten comfortable with the way things were while being stationed in the States, you’d forgotten how complex warfare could be for other countries. Things were more rugged and lawless here.

“An ally of ours - Shadow Company, says they’ll have Hassan in custody by nightfall.” Alejandro climbed into the SUV and then followed your team. “We leave now, we’ll be there in time to get you your information, Captain.”

“You sure you’ll be able to shake him?” Price needled, giving him a skeptical glance.

Alejandro snickered and nodded his head. “It’s clear you haven’t met Commander Graves. He’ll get the job done.”

—

It was a long drive, with nothing but endless desert all around you. The sun had set, and the only thing you could see was the dirt illuminated by the headlights.

Finally, the cars came to a stop. You climbed out and stretched your legs, seeing a man knelt in the sand below you. And in front of him, a man with a head of blonde hair.

“Graves,” Alejandro barked, getting his attention. He motioned toward your team, “Task Force 141. They flew in this morning—figured you would appreciate the help.”

Graves turned his head, nodding instead of introducing himself properly. He tore the sack off of Hassan’s head and gave him some halfway threat.

“You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan. If you go missing, no one would look for the fuckin’ stain.” A hint of his accent appeared, the more deeply he blustered the hostage.

He inched closer to Hassan’s face, as the 141 watched in anticipation. “Where are the missiles going? You can start talking… Or become a part of the food chain.” Graves snarled. His voice echoed in the vastness of the wilderness.

Hassan wasn’t going to budge - and you expected as such.

Graves approached the laptop sitting on the hood of the truck beside him, virtually facing General Shepard. “Actual, let me finish this.” He pleaded his palms flat on the car.

“Without proof, we need to cut him loose, and see where Hassan leads us,” Shepard spoke, sounding just as disgruntled as the looks written on your colleague's faces.

Soap shook his head in disbelief, stepping forward. “You can’t be serious, Shepard. He’s right here.”

Unfortunately, rules were rules—even if you did want to execute the man yourself.

“This pissing match is getting us nowhere, Price.” You uttered to him. “He’s too hellbent on making us bleed to give us anything.” You gripped the collar of your vest in frustration.

Price nodded in agreement, tightening his brows at the headache this was causing him.

You burned your gaze into Graves’ back as you strode back to the car. Graves was going to be a problem, you already knew it.

You looked Ghost in the eyes as you passed him, opening up the car door, “I don’t like arrogance. It causes mistakes.”

Ghost’s eyes snapped back, giving you a scowl in response.

—

You’re perched on the rooftop alongside Soap, Graves, and Ghost, overlooking a large adobo-style mansion a few meters back.

“La Casa de Sin Nombre?” Soap inquired, squinting as he examined the building.

“No. One of his Lugartenientes.” Alejandro handed the binoculars to him, letting him see for himself.

The lights on inside the house looked like a lone star circling through the black hole that was the night sky.

A cartel lieutenant - one rank closer to your target.

Alejandro explains that the party will be full of cartel VIPs. It would be risky, but there was no other way to get this close. Your stomach drops at his words.

This wasn’t a celebration - it was a meeting disguised as a party.

The cartel is privy to your squad being in Las Almas, and it’s very clear you’re not welcome.

“Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?” Ghost finally utters a sentence. You almost forgot he was there entirely, and those were blissfully ignorant moments.

Alejandro shakes his head, keeping his mild demeanor. “No guarantees, but it’s our best shot. We go in carefully.”

Graves cocks his head to the side and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’ve got enough Shadows to take over the damn country. One house shouldn’t be a problem.”

“We need Sin Nombre alive.” Ghost retorts. It’s as if nothing anyone said could get through Graves’ thick skull. If you’re in the line of fire, he was not the man you wanted beside you.

Graves ignores Ghost’s tone and speaks again, “Well… Then we need to meet him.”

If it wasn’t obvious, you would’ve kept the scorn on your face visible to Graves. Terrorists were one thing, but the cartel was a deadlier force. This was far out of your element.

“Give them what they want. Intel.” He states matter-of-a-factly. “They wanna know who’s here. Let’s tell ‘em—in person.” His confidence only showed because he wasn’t going to be the one in the hot seat.

It was clear Graves never spent his days getting dirty—he just commanded others to get dirtier.

You knew what he was implying, and every part of you wanted to protest. However, you came here to assist, so that’s what you were going to do.

“Get someone inside, find the boss…” Graves put his palms together and scanned the group before him.

You felt your throat tighten at the thought. Graves looked at you a bit longer than the others, like he was about to volunteer you. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was in the path ahead of you.

“I’ll do it.” Soap’s words were music to your ears. But deep inside, you realized he would now be at risk, face-to-face with the biggest cartel players.

“You go in there and they’ll kill you, hermano,” Alejandro spoke, staring at Soap’s unusually calm comportment.

“I’ll take my chances. We came here to stop a missile, so let’s stop it.” His tone grew stronger. He was right.

Tough decisions plagued each of your colleagues every day. Learning to accept the fact that it might be your last one was just another lesson to learn.

You took a deep breath, giving Soap a look of esteem. He didn’t need to do this, but he was ready to save countless innocent lives at the drop of a hat.

Alejandro spoke once more, “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that. You’ll need eyes and ears, I’ll go too.”

Following, Ghost spoke, “I’ll take overwatch.”

“You,” A firm hand reached for your shoulder.

Your throat closed as you circled around, seeing the smirk tease at the corner of Graves’ mouth. “I want you in there with him, too.” He motioned toward Soap, whose lips formed a scowl.

Ghost hid any semblance of change to his face, but his eyes didn’t lie. You knew better than anyone when he was disturbed by something—and the decision to send you in disturbed him.

You were too busy digging your nails into the palm of your hand to notice. The fist clenched at your side couldn’t get any tighter.

At first, it was a simple dislike for Graves. But now, it was complete distaste.

“She ain’t going in there with me.” Soap retorted defensively, puffing out his chest at Graves.

You admired the gesture, but you weren’t going to curl into a ball and hide from this.

Showing weakness enables men like Graves to win. You weren’t going to allow that as you were still breathing.

You nudged Soap with your knuckle and gave him a nod to stand down.

“It’s too late to argue about this, I’m going in there.” Your eyes flicked to Graves, who almost looked shocked you didn’t fight him. That two-fisted look in his eyes only fueled your need to prove him wrong, even if took some small victories to chip away over time.

—

You fiddled with the Shadow patch Graves handed you as if it was a foolproof way to not get a bullet in your head. You begged to differ on that. It wasn’t going to be so simple.

“You sure you’re alright with this?” Soap questioned, meeting your gaze.

You nodded, stuffing the patch into your shirt pocket. “Graves is just trying to show us how big he is. I don’t mind giving him what he wants.” You stated imprudently, walking down the hill with your partner side by side.

“Shadows on the station.” Graves chirped through your earpieces.

“Copy. All set here.” Ghost spouted, placed somewhere with his sights aimed at the guards roaming the property.

The both of you made it to the beginning of the driveway, hesitantly trudging down further.

“Alejandro, how you doin’?” Their radio chatter continued.

Both of you were a little more concerned with being inches from the cartel, so it blended into the music booming through the walls. The only saving grace was Alejandro waiting for the two of you. He, you could tolerate.

Ghost’s scope trailed the two of you as you approached the two armed men at the gate, both of them concealing their faces through ski masks. They could snuff you out right here, right now, and there was nothing Ghost could do to prevent it. That undeniably weighed on him.

You both raised your hands in surrender as they spotted you, instantly rushing over and questioning your presence. The both of you stuck out like sore thumbs in a place like this.

You fluttered your eyelids shut and kept your composure. You were trained for situations like this, you needed to act like it.

The guard on Soap’s side smashed the butt of his SMG into the back of his leg, forcing him to his knees. You were shoved harshly into the same position, your knees digging into the rigid cement. Both of you placed your hands on the back of your head, waiting for the next move.

At least they didn’t shoot us on the spot, the thought ran through your head. You glanced at Soap briefly, giving him a slightly unglued look, which you were trying desperately to hide.

The guard spoke into the headset, poised for his orders.

In a matter of seconds, you had a sack over your head and zip ties around your wrists. Both of you were being escorted inside, with the barrels of their guns digging into your shoulder blades.

You heard the ding of an elevator. As the sound of the door scraping shut ended, the sack was ripped from your heads.

“Alejandro…?” You asked in a hushed voice. You recognized the eyes showing through the holes of the mask he was wearing.

He placed a hand on your shoulder. “No time—give them the good intel in there. Don’t lie, tell them everything they want to know or you’ll die here. Mexican Special Forces, American PMCs, Shadow Company, and Philip Graves.” You give a simple nod, and so does Soap.

You prepared yourself for whoever would be facing you when you reached the basement level. Would it be El Sin Nombre?

The doors whirred open, revealing a bald man dressed in typical Cartel boss streetwear. Colorful button-down, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and most importantly, two holsters with two very loaded pistols.

He looked the both of you up and down as if sizing you up. His eyes stayed on you a little longer than Soap, which you noticed immediately. “These are the two who came to crash the party?” He spoke rhetorically. Alejandro nodded, passing you both along to him.

“You got a name, hawk?” His gaze shifted to the man standing beside you. You gulped as you hid halfway behind him, trying not to attract the wrong attention.

“They call me Soap.”

The captor guffaws dryly as he utters something in Spanish to Alejandro, something you couldn’t catch. You guessed it had to do with Soap’s name. It’s better he’s laughing at a name than your defiled corpses, so you’ll take what you can get here.

“I want to see El Sin Nombre.” You felt your muscles tighten, wanting to smack Soap upside the head. Neither of you was in a position to make demands.

Soap’s collar is gripped tightly by the man, who was growing curter by the second. “You’re only alive because you may have some information.”

The ties dug into the soft skin around your wrists as you tensed your fists.

He holds a finger up to Soap’s face, “And it better be good, Guero, or I’m going to scalp that hawk off your head, and make her watch.”

Your jaw tightened at the gruesome picture replaying in your head. Soap needed to be more careful with his words, as much as he desired to play the Tough Guy act. His stare grew defensive as you were shoved into a walk again, following the way the stone walls guided you.

You followed behind Soap, who was following the captor. “This is my house… That means you don’t see the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And mas importante—tell the fucking truth. Cause if you lie? I’ll feed you to my dogs.”

His words were received loud and clear by you, and you could tell Soap understood as well.

Alejandro was right about one thing so far… The only weapon you needed to get out of this alive was the truth.

The door to the room you were being led to opened. A young woman, fashioning a short bob and a black tank top was stood there.

“Valeria. Two more, one gringo, one girl.”

“Sit down,” Valeria said with an icy glare, sharply examining the both of you as you were both shoved inside.

There were other men down there, some dead, others struggling against their restraints in torment. Based on the bloody tarps spread out below the chairs, you put together the pieces.

You did as your told, and landed yourself face to face with her. Soap, she was not phased by, but you, she was. You were probably the only other woman in the house aside from the dancing girls.

She stepped toward the man from the elevator. “They say they have information.”

She shoves him to the floor and holds a large blade to his neck, “we don’t know either of them, and they’ve seen our faces, Diego!” She bellowed, digging her painted nails into his chin from behind.

“We need intel—they could help us,” he struggled against her grip slightly, but he was obviously submitting himself to her. You found it strange. When you first saw Diego, he carried the demeanor of a boss and even looked the part.

But here he was, on his knees with a knife to his throat. Valeria played a bigger part in all of this, you knew that for certain.

“They better… Or I kill them—and it’s you in that chair.” She didn’t need to get into specifics to instill fear in those around her. She knew what to say, and just how to say it. You couldn’t screw this up if you wanted any chance of walking out of here.

“Who attacked us yesterday?” She turned her attention to Soap, keeping her pistol drawn at her side.

“It was the Mexican army.” He spoke plainly, looking deeply into her bitter eyes as if to ensure she believes him. “No. It was Mexican Special Forces.” Soap’s backtracking sets back any trust she had in his credibility.

Valeria swings her pistol and whips him in the forehead. Soap winced afterward, blinking away the blood running down his brow bone. “Fuck up again, and you’ll be drifting home in pieces.”

You didn’t doubt that threat for a second. You didn’t doubt how much pleasure she would take in doing it either.

Now, done with questioning Soap, she put her attention on you. “There were outsides helping the Special Forces. Who were they?”

Alejandro’s instructions replayed through your head as she waited for your response.

“American PMCs… Shadow Company, led by Commander Philip Graves. The proof is in my pocket.” You kept your voice as steady as possible, making sure it was clear you weren’t going to make the same mistakes as Soap.

She fingered through your shirt pocket and pulled it out, seeing the logo etched inside the patch of fabric. She looked pleased, which was at least a step up from her usual scowl.

She places the pistol back into her holster and pulls out the same blade she had digging into Diego only moments ago. You felt a lump in your throat as you watched the reflection of the sharp metal bounce of the fluorescent lighting.

With a quick slash, she sliced through the ties, freeing up your tender hands.

“El Sin Nombre will enjoy talking to you.” She grabbed your shoulder and forced you to your feet, a sinister smirk engulfing any confidence you had left.

You jerked your head backward and gave one last glance at Soap, which had an expression of worry so deep you hadn’t seen before.

You had a feeling you weren’t going to have a civil sit down with whoever he was, and then be free to go, to blabber to anyone you pleased. There was something behind that smirk, something you needed to brace yourself for.

You were brought to the top level of the house, and shoved into what looked like a meeting room, but fancier than any you’d ever been in before. One large table, but only a few chairs—only the highest up in the cartel were allowed in here.

You rubbed your bruised wrists as you looked around the room, expecting anything by this point. Did she kill Soap already? Was he being tortured at this very moment?

You reached for your earpiece, which was still filling your ear with gentle static.

It pained you to speak with him, but you needed the reassurance of his voice. “Ghost, how copy?”

“Quiet here. You still alive down there?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone, knowing the exact expression he probably had while saying that.

Your breathing hitched when the door behind you opened, making you act natural, as if you hadn’t been wearing an earpiece during this entire ordeal.

It was Diego, from the basement. He wasn’t El Sin Nombre, that was blatantly clear. What was the point of this?

Your eyes darted around the room, hoping to spot anything you could use if this went unsavory.

At least you had Ghost in your ear, to be a witness to anything that might happen in this room. Your sudden silence made his stomach tighten. He could sense something was wrong, and he couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

“Relax.” His demeanor made your hairs stand up.

“Valeria wanted me to keep you company… But why keep lying to each other? You know she’s not some ‘Sicaria’… You’ve figured it out.” He taunted you, and he was right.

But you don’t just see the face of a cartel boss and walk away unscathed—things didn’t work that way.

He grabbed the back of your head, digging his fingertips into your scalp. You were slammed into the large oak table, palms parallel to each side of your head.

“I bet you think you know it all, huh? Is that why you came in with Hawk? To keep him from getting himself killed?” You gritted your teeth at the condescending mention of Soap, and swung your elbow backward, nailing him in the ribs.

You flipped around and inched your hand toward the porcelain ashtray, using all your force to bash the side of his head with it. He stumbled backward, holding the gaping wound he now displayed.

He tilted his head upright, giving you a devilish eye. “You fucking bitch.”

His speed overtook you, forcing the both of you to the ground.

You clawed at him, finding any way to weaken him, but it was difficult without any of your gear at the ready. He returned the grip he had on your hair earlier and used it to thump your head into the ground, attempting to stun you. Your defenses slowed, but they didn’t stop.

You were running off pure adrenaline. You clocked him on the temple, giving him three harsh wacks while using the force of your entire upper body, just like Ghost instructed you weeks ago.

His grasp weakened as your fist only irritated the laceration you gave him before, tearing open more of the skin.

The look of pure rage on his face didn’t diminish, even though his energy was beginning to.

He wrapped his large hands around your throat, squeezing with what strength he had left in him. Your legs were pinned with his knees, giving you no out.

You banged against his chest, pulling at the chain around his neck, but nothing would stop him.

One moment the last of your oxygen is being squeezed out of you, and in the next, you’re drenched in his crimson liquid.

The splatter cast all around you, and he was a dead weight laying on top of you. A leather boot kicks him off of you, relieving the strain he was putting on your bones.

Behind the smoking gun, was Valeria.

You choked in a breath, holding onto your burning throat with one hand, the other held up to the gun she’s holding—as if in one ditch effort to save yourself. You didn’t have any more fight in you after that.

That smirk returned as she holstered her pistol.

“Hope you didn’t mind. Had to make him feel big and strong before I got rid of him. Diego was always a pain.” She raised her hand and slowly wiped the blood spot that splashed onto her cheek.

Her eyes always seemed to be dug deep within you, like she had some sort of carnal feeling for you.

You sat there in disbelief, rethinking everything that led you to this moment. You were both the unluckiest and luckiest person on the planet right now.

“Your friends will be coming for me soon. It’s been a pleasure, Cariña.” She peered out the window, hearing the approaching chopper.

She rushed out the door to give Alejandro one more game of cat and mouse that this time, she knew she was going to lose.

Ghost’s voice coming through the earpiece startled you out of your speechlessness. “How copy? Are you alive?” His voice was frantic instead of sarcastic like the previous time.

He heard every bit of what Diego said, and the fray you got into with him. And through it all, you had barely made a sound.

For all he knew, you were laying in a pool of your own blood.

“Copy. Room is clear for now.” You croaked out, fighting the burning sensation that was filling your bruised throat.

You struggled to your feet, using the marble fireplace to pull yourself up.

You placed a palm on the ache your lower stomach had, from where it was digging into the table, and limped out to the roof, where Valeria was being secured.

Somehow, someway, Alejandro and Soap were also standing there, in better shape than you.

You approached Alejandro, swallowing away your discomfort.

“How did you get him out? I thought for sure he was…” You motioned your head to Soap, trailing off your sentence in bewilderment.

He shook his head, noticing how relieved you looked to see your friend alive, and so did Soap. How he managed it, you won’t ever know.

You just cared that you finally had the target your team had been chasing for months, even if the price were you receiving some knocks.

Soap placed a hand on your shoulder, scanning you for any worse injuries than what he could spot at first glance. “You fought a cartel Lieutenant, and you’re standing in front of me? What are we going to do with you?” He questioned playfully, climbing into the helicopter after helping you step inside.

Price’s eyes lit up when he saw you get inside.

“Thought we lost you, Private.” His tone was gentle, like a father comforting his child that fell off his bike.

You leaned your head back against the headrest of the seat, taking a deep sigh.

No one was injured, the target was secure, and you didn’t have the energy to kill Ghost at that very moment—for you, that was the closest you were going to get to a win.

“Next time you get into a brawl, you could at least give me an inch first.” Ghost stated, keeping his stoic composure as placed a bandage on your forehead.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I think about bashing your face in.” You peeked through the eye that was facing him, keeping your tone low.

You were partially serious, and he knew it.

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Joy, what if there's someone else or a family who have similar hair colour and eyes colour see Peter and decided that he belong with their family haha and Tony who heard about that got jealous and declared war to them haha

What if that person/family *was* Tony and it's not until AFTER he has his armor in a twist about it that he figures out it's him. lmao.

Like, one day Peter mentions that there's this person who kinda looks like him and he kinda likes to pretend he's his dad. "Do you think that's weird?"

Tony feels like he's just taken the entire weight of a train to his gut. Because, well- he kinda thinks of Peter as his kid. He knew him first. He called dibs! But Peter looks nervous and a little embarrassed so he forces a smile. "I think as long as that person is good to you, it's fine." But it's a lie. It's a HUGE lie because no one could treat Peter better than he can.

"Well, the thing is- they don't actually know I, uh- think that. They *are* good to me but really, it's just kind of a game I play with them. In my head."

Tony nods, his brain is turning. If he can figure out who this person is, he can ask them to back off. He could let them know the kid has the whole mentor-father figure thing covered. No need to butt in. He clenches his jaw, imagining what that would feel like. "So, is it a teacher or-" He needs to narrow down his options.

"He teaches me stuff."

"Family friend?"

"Kind of. May was a little weird about it at first but he's growing on her."

Great, Tony thinks. If May likes this guy that could create a massive problem because May does NOT like him. She doesn't hate him either but if she had to choose someone for her nephew to internally parentalize? Is that a word? Doesn't matter. If May had to choose. It wouldn't be him. He really needed to track this guy down; maybe find him a job on the opposit side of the planet.

He wants to ask who exactly this person is, but if he's going to declare a secret war on them he needs the Parkers to believe he has no idea who Peter is talking about. So, he doesn't ask. Instead, he spends the next two days coming up with a plan of action. Nothing too nefarious. He comes up with a fake raffle. One that would allow the winner to visit the SI headquarters in China. If that person was then offered a permanent job there with benefits, a sign-on bonus and housing- well, who could give that up?

After that was worked out, he used FRIDAY to narrow down a list of suspects. He made certain to ask Peter about his daily activities, He tried to bring up the mystery person in conversation, hoping to gain some insight. All the while he had FRIDAY analyzing the data.

All of that effort, and by day six he's narrowed it down to two people and neither of them makes sense. Ned's Dad looks nothing like Peter. And that teacher Peter talks about, Mr. Harrington doesn't seem to take an interest in Peter outside of school-related functions.

"Peter- who is this person?" he finally asks, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"What person?"

"The person you see a- the one you pretend is your dad. I've been trying to figure it out and- who is it?"

Peter ducks his head, his lip goes between his teeth and his cheeks turn five sade of red.

"Come on, Pete. It can't be that bad." Horror passes through his brain. "It's not Happy is it?" He can't send Happy to China. If it's Happy he's going to have to live with it. Miserably.

"No!" Peter looks up briefly. "It's- Mr. Stark, it's you."

That tain is back to hit him in the gut again. This time in a good way. "Me? I thought you said May liked this person?"

Peter laughs. "I said they were growing on her."

Tony thinks back. Peter had also said the person looked kind of like him, was good to him, and taught him stuff. He supposed he fit the bill. His chest, and subsequently his cheeks grew warm. "Pete, I-"

"I'm sorry! I know it's weird!"

"Not weird, Buddy. One hundred percent not weird."

"It's not?"

"Nah. Or if it is, then we're both weird because I've been thinking about you as my kid for a while." He grins. "Is this the part where we hug?"

Peter grins too. "I don't know. Are we there yet?"

"Get in here you little punk!" He and Peter fall into each other's arms. They squeeze tightly and smile stupidly. Eventually, Tony glances up at the ceiling. "Hey FRIDAY? Cancel operation 'Three's a Crowd.'"

"Operation what? Peter asks.

Tony yanks Peter's head back down onto his chest and squeezes him a little more tightly. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. Let's just hug it out, then go do some science."

Peter giggles happily. "Sure, Mr. Stark. Let's do that."

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you are in suh much trouble- johnny x reader

Tw: cursing, parties, alcohol, sexual assault, mutual pinning, kissing, sexual jokes and innuendos

Word count: 3,190

For as long as you had known your current friend group (all twenty-something of them), Johnny had been a mystery to you. This sort of unattainable object or unstoppable force. Something about him had always intrigued you, even if you would never tell him.

Your crush on the man started at a party; Donghyuck, one of your close friends, had dragged you over to meet the rest of the gang. He gripped your wrist tightly as he dragged you around to meet everyone.

He went down the line one by one, pointing to his friends that would soon become yours. Naturally, you were happy to be included in the group immediately. Shortly after getting acquainted with Renjun, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, and Jaemin, when he introduced Mark, you knew that the two of you would grow close. He had this kind of goofy charisma that you couldn’t help but find endearing.

The seven of you chatted idly in the kitchen until a man you could only describe as being otherworldly handsome came in. He was tall and lean but muscular and downright gorgeous. You instantly caught his attention as he turned to stare at you with a slight smirk.

“Aaaannnndd who’s this pretty lady in my house?” he asked, leaning against the wall as you laughed in embarrassment.

“This gorgeous lady is my very good friend, so I ask that you don’t fuck her, Johnny.”, Donghyuck spat out, suddenly wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Why? Do you have dibs?” Johnny teased, looking down at the two of you.

You and Donghyuck shuffled away from each other, pretending to gag at the thought of being intimate.

As Johnny’s eyes met yours, you introduced yourself to him, almost out of instinct.

When you told him your name, you could have sworn the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Lovely name for a lovely girl.”, he teased, taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to it.

Rendered speechless, you stood there, mouth open.

This satisfied him as he smirked and pulled back. “Someone seems easily excitable.”

“Don’t be an asshole,” Doyoung interjected.

“What? Me, an asshole? God, Doyoung, I’m so hurt; I thought we were friends. Oh, the anguish”, Johnny gasped, his hand flying to his heart and clutching it in faux pain.

Next thing you knew, you were being dragged off by Renjun, Donghyuck, Jeno, and Jaemin.

You heard a faint “See you later, princess!” from who you could only assume was Johnny.

Many months later, you moved in with Donghyuck and Mark. This meant that your place was one of the central hangout spots and that Johnny was always just a few feet away from you. He practically lived in your house, often spending the night.

The first time you had woken up and gone into the kitchen to see a shirtless Johnny, it had scared the shit out of you and greatly amused him, which could have been why it happened on many occasions.

Even though this was the fifth time (not that you were counting) you had seen him shirtless in your kitchen, you were still shy. You awkwardly made your coffee, staring at the steady pour into your cup, before you felt his presence surround you.

Then you realized Johnny was leaning over you, one arm on each side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter. You stiffened, suddenly feeling self-conscious in your tank top and shorts.

He leaned down and inhaled, then slowly exhaled on your ear, making you shudder. “Morning, princess,” he spoke slowly, sounding like gravel. Damn, that sexy morning voice. You could only choke out a greeting in response, making him chuckle and run his fingertips down your arms.

“Johnny stop trying to hump Y/N in the kitchen, she didn’t consent to that.”, Donghyuck pushed the both of you away, grumbling as he made himself a cup of coffee.

“Mmm, but she didn’t seem to mind it so much, did you, darling?” he softly pushed a piece of your bed head off your face, making you turn away.

“Johnny, that’s sexual harassment.”

“Who’s getting harassed?” Mark asked, rubbing his head as he appeared in the kitchen.

“I walked in on poor Y/N getting dry-humped by Johnny.”, the youngest boy told him, making you and Johnny stare at him in disbelief.

“Woah, Johnny, not cool, man! Come here, Y/N.” he pulled you into his side. “I know Johnny is a charm master and all, but you can still say no to him if you don’t consent to someth-“

“Mark, for the love of god, stop. I was not getting harassed.”, you groaned.

“Yeah, it’s fine, she liked it.”, the oldest said with a grin.

“Okay, I’m outta here. Talking to you guys is like mental harassment.”, you said as you grabbed your coffee and left for your room.

And as you sat on your bed, you could swear that you could still feel Johnny’s touch against you. It was making you crazy.

The feeling never stopped. Not when he got a little too close during movie marathons, not when he hugged you to greet you, and especially not on the night when you were playing games with the guys.

You walked in on the chaos, the younger members screamed at each other, and you couldn’t help but laugh at them. When they invited you to play Mario Kart, you quickly said yes, only to find every square inch of your living room floor full. You glanced to the full couch, then to the armchair, where Johnny sat.

Without hesitation, he pulled you onto his lap, sighing and reasoning that “your back has been hurting lately, so you deserve the best chair,” to which you countered that the chair beneath him was the best seat, and he continued to tell you that he could sit on you instead.

So you played, sat on his lap with his arms around you, lips pressing praises to the outer shell of your ear when he felt you deserved it. You were embarrassed and unable to play properly; his hot breath on your ear and large hands on your waist made it impossible.

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Flash forward to next Saturday night, where you were at a party in god knows who’s house. All you knew was you looked good in your tight pants that hugged all the right places and the skimpy top that Donghyuck had convinced you to buy.

After a few drinks, you were on the dance floor with your friend Hendery when an older, handsome man suddenly came over and started talking to you.

Now, you couldn’t deny his charms, so you just let him when he asked to dance with you. The two of you chatted and danced. You were having a great time until he started getting handsy with you.

At first, you just brushed his hands off, but he became more persistent, going as far as grabbing at your body and pulling it against him.

“Let’s get out of here.”, he demanded rather than asked.

“No- I should really get back to my friends..”, you replied, trying to pull away, but he quickly stopped you, grinding against your backside.

“Come on, I know you want me.”, he all but yelled in your ear.

“No!” you squeaked as you tried to wriggle away.

“Don’t be so bitchy!” he said as he yanked you back again.

You nearly cried on the spot, fearing for your life.

“Is there a problem here?” another voice interjected, and you had never been so glad to see Johnny.

“Nope, this girl is just playing hard to get.”, the creep replied, unashamed of his tendencies.

“Well, it looks like a problem, you see, that’s my girlfriend you’re slobbering over there.” Johnny held a hand out to you, pulling you towards him.

Despite the circumstances, you grew hot at the title Johnny used for you.

“Hey man, she wants me! That’s why she came over to me, so butt out, dipshit.”, the guy said, grabbing your arm in a way you were sure would bruise.

When you gasped out in pain, something in Johnny snapped. “What the FUCK is wrong with you?” he yelled at the man, ripping his hand off you.

You weaseled away, running to the closest person you could find, which happened to be Mark. You quickly threw yourself at him, burying your face into his sweatshirt.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, hugging you and rubbing circles on your back.

You heard the crowd chanting for a fight and could only assume Johnny and that guy were about to beat the shit out of each other. “Shit, Mark, you gotta go in there and help Johnny!”

Mark laughed. “I don’t think I do, dude, look.” he pointed as the crowd immediately died down when Johnny punched the guy in the face, and he passed out.

You blinked in surprise as Johnny came speed walking over, grabbing both of you, and continuing to the door, shielding his face from people as he nearly ran.

“Hey- we forgot Hendery-“

“Y/N, I just knocked that guy out, I’d like to leave before anything else can happen.”, Johnny told you, piling into Mark’s car.

You got into the back, next to Johnny, as he carefully examined you for any signs of pain. “You’re okay? Right?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.

“Yeah-I’m fine, I don’t think that guy is though, so, thanks. I owe you.”

Johnny shifted awkwardly. “Yeah, no, it’s fine. It’s my duty as your friend to keep you safe.”

“Right,” you said, leaning back against the headrest, unable to explain the sudden twist of the knife into your heart. But, of course, it’s not like Johnny liked you, so you don’t know why you were so disappointed.

Mark glanced at the two of you through the rearview mirror. He saw Johnny examining you with worry and you staring at the floor. It was quite the sight, two people so clearly in love with each other, but completely oblivious to the other’s feelings.

As soon as you got home, you showered and changed into pajamas. You walked into the living room to find Hendery there, and though you were glad to see him, you were instantly confused as to why he had returned to your house.

“Hey, Hendery. Sorry to leave you back there” you jumped onto the couch next to him, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“As hurt as I am, I understand. You and your boyfriends had to come back and bang after your dearest Johnny was such a man.”

“Don’t be weird.”

“Come on, you love me.”, he said, nuzzling into your neck.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” you kissed his head and leaned back on the couch, opting to lie down as your friend snuggled into you.

The two of you quickly fell asleep due to the sheer amount of alcohol you had ingested.

When Johnny walked in, he felt his heart shatter a bit.

He walked into Mark’s room, groaning as he fell onto his bed dramatically.

“Dude, what?” Mark asked, staring at his clearly upset friend.

“She has a boyfriend.”

“What.”

“Y/N. Her and Hendery.”

Mark snorted.

“No, she doesn’t man.”

“They’re cuddled up on the couch right now.”

“You’re so oblivious man. She’s literally in love with you, first of all. Second, she does not feel that way about Hendery. They’ve been friends for like, ever.”

“She likes me?”

“No shit, bro.”

Johnny felt a smile creep onto his face.

Next thing you knew, Donghyuck banged two pots over your heads, yelling at the two of you to wake up.

“What the fuuuck, bro?”, Hendery said as he stumbled off the couch.

“I called Kun to pick you up, he’s outside.”

“Shit.”, Hendery mumbled, clumsily walking to the door.

You followed behind him, hugging his waist and saying goodbye.

You watched as Kun scolded Hendery at the car, his finger wagging like an angry mother.

“Hyuckie, what the fuck is your problem, you absolute piece of human garbage.”

“Look, I don’t want him staying the night, what would your precious Johnny think.”

“Shh-! He could still be here!” you whisper yelled, smacking your friend.

“Yeah, waiting to fuck you.”

“Donghyuck why are you like this-“

“Am I interrupting?” Johnny suddenly asked, looking at the two of you with a grin.

“See, he wants to fuck you.”

“DONGHYUCK.”

“I don’t not want to.”

“JOHNATHAN SUH.”

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After a night of questionable deeds, you were dropped off at home by Jaemin, drunk out of your mind. But, surprise, Johnny was there, and boy, was he amused when you came stumbling into the room, disheveled and easily upset.

Donghyuck couldn’t stop laughing when you went to sit on the couch and fell off, but Johnny grabbed you and picked you up and onto the couch. You leaned into him, staring up at his pretty face.

He chuckled and pinched your cheek, getting up and fetching a glass of water. “Here, drink this, princess.”

You obliged and took small sips, staring at him and giggling.

He couldn’t stop the smile on his face from forming when you laughed. “You’re so cute,” he teased.

Suddenly, your expression fell, and you started crying, making Johnny raise an eyebrow at the sudden 180.

“You’re such… an asshole Johnny. You keep lea-leading me on, and being nice to me and then just- you don’t like me- why do you keep being so nice. I know you have girls at your feet, so stop wasting your time making- making fun of me, okay?” you sniffled, running into your room.

Johnny was dumbfounded. Sure, he liked to tease you, but he thought he had made it obvious he wanted you.

You had avoided Johnny for a while, feeling like you were drowning every time he walked by. You were head over heels for him, and he didn’t feel the same. He was just naturally flirty. You guys were friends, nothing more.

Meanwhile, Johnny was in agony when you walked past him and avoided his flirting. Did you hate him? He whined to Mark every chance he got until Mark went insane. How could both of you be so blind?!

So, the next time he saw you sitting in the living room, he told the idea of having everyone over and promptly told you, smiling when you said it was a lovely idea. If you and Johnny just tried harder to ignore your individual feelings, it could work.

You were suddenly excited at the idea of being able to hang out with everyone after so long, as you had pulled away after the night you “came home drunk and screamed at Johnny,” as Donghyuck had put it.

You got ready for the hangout and put on a pair of leggings and a tank top, nothing fancy, as you were staying inside, and you knew your friends didn’t care.

As they all piled in the house, you felt your heart swell until you locked eyes with Johnny from across the room. You cursed yourself for being rude to him and went over immediately.

His eyebrows quirked up, and he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, Johnny, look, I’m sorry for what I said that night… to be honest I don’t even remember but, I know I wronged you, so, I apologize.”

He smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, I should be apologizing.”

You furrowed your brow and stared at him, confused.

A sudden scream from one of your friends made you look to where Jeno was tickled by Jaemin. You watched the two of them play wrestle for a while before sitting next to Johnny and watching whatever movie had been turned on.

“Glad to see the happy couple is no longer fighting.”, Donghyuck said as he sat down next to you two.

Johnny leaned closer, about to say a less than vague sexual comment, before you interrupted.

“We aren’t dating.”, you said flatly, even though it caused you pain.

Johnny bit his lip and nodded, standing up to find… something.

Eventually, you got dragged into a pillow fight with Renjun, Chenle, Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin and ended up getting ambushed by Donghyuck, who tickled you until you couldn’t breathe.

“She’s so cute.”, Johnny told his friend for what had to have been the fifteenth time that night.

“Dude, shut up and tell her, not me.”, Mark said, pushing him.

“No, its too unnatural now. It would be weird of me.”

Suddenly, Mark Lee had an idea.

That night, he waltzed into your room, sitting on your bed. “Tonight was so much fun. I missed having everyone over.”

“Yeah, it was really nice. We should start doing it again.”, you replied, not looking up from your phone.

“I’m sure we will.”

You began reminiscing about the night and sharing your favorite parts, laughing and feeling like life couldn’t improve. Until.

“You know, Johnny wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

You gulped. “Oh..”

“Yeah, he was like, devastated when you stopped talking to hm, so he was all giddy last night. He wouldn’t stop saying how cute you were.”

“You’re serious..?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Johnny Suh called me cute..?”

“Yeah, man, he has like the biggest crush on you.”

Your mind nearly exploded.

“Mark Lee, please. Are you joking right now?”

“No!” he said, laughing.

As you replayed what felt like every moment you had ever spent with Johnny, you realized that maybe he did care for you, and perhaps he did like you. You recalled him saying to your face that you were easy to tease. Is it really possible that he liked you?

The next time Mark had him over, you cornered him in the kitchen when he went to get water.

“Oh, Y/N, hey.”

You caged him against the counter like he had done to you many times. “Hey, Suh.”

He cringed. “Why are you holding me hostage?”

“Well, I heard that you think I’m cute. Yeah, Mark said you wouldn’t stop telling him.”

Never in your life did you think you would see a blushing Johnny.

“Oh? And what if I do?”

“Well, then you’re an asshole for not telling me how you felt.”

“Aw, someone’s butthurt.”

“So what if I am?”

“Then I’ll kiss it better.”, he said, leaning down with his lips parted.

You couldn’t stop kissing him, and as soon as you did, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, groaning in your mouth as you pulled his hair gently.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend then?”

“Yes dumbass.”

His lips crashed against yours, and you gasped as he lifted you up and turned you around so that you were sitting on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him impossibly closer until-

“OH GOD MY EYES!”

The two of you broke apart to see Mark giving you thumbs up and Donghyuck with his hands covering his face.

“You got us in trouble….” you whispered, joking.

“Oh, baby, with me you’ll be in Suh much trouble.”

“Dear god, I take it back, I refuse to date you.”

“Mmmm… too late.” And with that, he went in for another kiss.

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ZIMPAI STORY PART 6: A CONFESSION OF OBSESSION 🥺👉👈

(YALL THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST PART FJDJFDJ CUZ I HAVE TO END THIS WEIRD STORY BEFORE I BURN ANYONE ELSES BRAINCELLS AGAIN)

(AND THIS IS GONNA BE MY THING FOR ZIMDAY/IZDAY LOL)

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“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

Zimpai blinked and tried to regain his composure. He slowly took a step back and tried to escape. Dib-chan tilted his head, and his hair bone scythe hair cowlick thingy turned into a light bulb as a thought struck him. “C-could it be…”

Just as the big headed boy opened his mouth to let out his undeniably kawaii anime voice, Zim-kun began to run and covered his nonexistent ears.

“Z-Zimpai has…a…a…”

Dib-Chan’s delicate pretty voice suddenly became deep and sounded like he was a macho and buff man. “CRUSHY WUSHY LUSHY USHY BLUSHY CRUSHY ON MEEEE!11!1!1!1!11”

The yell was so loud and ear piercing that the whole ground collapsed while everything around Dib got pushed away by 999999999 kilometers.

This was so powerful that even Gaz became flabberGAZted by this and was more concerned than ever. “TAK- WHY THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU MAKE THE ANIME BEAM DO THIS???”

Tak, despite her messy hair and being literally yeeted away by an incredibly long distance from a pathetic lover boy, was still smiling smugly and just shrugged. “I had the most tragic villain story from the most stupid defective Irken of destruction demolishing a vending machine. His stupid lover obviously has to be as insane as he is.”

Back with our main character idiots here, Dibby boi realised what he has done and sobbed, “Z-Zimpai my pookie…! I didn’t mean to hurt you like thisss…!!” (he obviously did lolll)

From 999 something kilometers whatever that number I typed earlier (oh wait I can copy and paste but oh well) away, the green space cockroach creechur growled, “GRGRGRRR YOUUU…!! YOUUUU!! WHEN YOU YOUUU!11!1!1 YOUUU MADE ME MAAADDD GRGRGRGRHDIEJDEKJ” (bro this space boi couldn’t hear dib a shmillion times even when he was 1 inch away from him but now he can-)

(wAIT I SHOULD MAKE LESS BRACKETED TEXTS SORRY-)

Instead of apologizing again, Dib got mad at Zim too because it would be too out of character if the boys didn’t fight each other here as it was still an ENEMIES to lovers arc after all.

Deeb Doob Dob Dib’s voice became all buff again as he himself became buff too, electricity surging all around him. He then ascended from the ground, T-posing and let the mysterious anime power carry him towards the alien.

The alien boi zimmediately tried to become as buff as Dibby boi did by casually grabbing a machine that was 69 420 times his size in his PAK and blasted himself with it, causing his scrawny-looking green arms to develop more and more muscles and become as buff as Dib was.

The boys just stared each other down, eyes glowing while T-posing in front of each other.

Dib-chan then broke the silence that lasted for 10 hours by saying in a small and cute voice while still in that buff state

“…Z-zim-kun I… I… l-love y-you…”

Zim then reverted back to his cutesy smol chibi shape and responded with a little “B-baka!!” even when Dib didn’t finish the sentence.

Surprised by that, the big headed boy also reverted back into his original pathetic form and giggled, “I love you….your mom!” He laughed even more and smirked. Zim was taken aback and felt his heart— whatever aliens had shatter into smithereens. Was this really how Dib felt…? Was it all just a silly little game…?

Before Zim could take get out his PAK legs to absolutely destroy and obliterate the human, Dib laughed once more and threw that one love letter to Zim, smacking his face and not the back of his bald head this time.

“Nahhh! Just kidding, and uh- happy birthday, I guess…” Dib looked away quickly as the butterflies returned in his stomach. Dang it— he forgot how cute his crush looked despite how stupid he was…

“Ehhh- birthday?? Invaders don’t NEED pathetic Urth birthdays!”

“Yeah, yeah— but today is still special, y’know? It’s the day you set your little alien foot on this planet!”

Zim tried not to smile at his beloved nemesis remembering AND writing some letter to him for this day. But then…

“WAIT! How did you know it’s today?? We met at the disgusting skool one or two days after I landed on this filthy planet!!”

Dib smiled and responded, “I’m a paranormal investigator! Of COURSE I know the exact day an alien comes here!”

“You were a creepy stalker from the start, Dib-thing… even before becoming those… yhaaan-deers…”

“You’re creepy too, y’know!! And you were so weird too! In fact- everything was so weird earlier… nothing new, I guess!” Dib chuckled.

Zim coughed and shifted his eyes away from Dib, yet getting closer beside him. “…Yeah. Very…strange…”

Dib-ch- I mean DIB noticed this and leaned closer and closer to Zim and….

HELD HIS HANDDDD!1?1!?!1?11!1! SO SCANDALOUS!! THE END-

(Just kidding :3)

…he affectionately smooched the bug boy’s cheek! This gesture was so sweet that even the usually cold Gaz let out an “awww!” along with every other bystander around them!

The gay boys finally completed their enemies to lovers arc….

…until the cartoon resets again and everyone forgot what happened !

The end uwu

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KFKDFKDKDKD HELP ITS ACTUALLY OVER AHHFJDJDDJD

THIS STORY HAS BEEN… SOMETHING! LOLL IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS, OR EVEN READ ALL THE WAY FROM THE START- I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR ALL UR SUPPORT AND STILL STICKING BY DESPITE THE SLOW UPDATES AND THE LOW QUALITY WRITING AND PHONE DOODLES!

Honestly, I’m gonna miss this story, so maybe I’m still gonna make things for it in the future like doodle comics or more writings but after the reset! Anyway… again thanks so much for reading this if u did and have the bestest day or night! Don’t let the buff boys haunt you XD

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random-iz-stuff · 2 years

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The other day I was using OpenAI and I gave it one prompt:

“Write some ideas for a fake Invader Zim episode. You can include characters such as Zim, GIR, Dib, Tak, Gaz, the Tallest and any other Invader Zim characters, but are not required to do so. (include a name and a short summary).”

I cataloged my favourite results and I’m putting them all here for your enjoyment.

“In an alternate universe, Zim is a good guy and Dib is the evil one. The two come to our universe and chaos ensues.”

I just like this idea. A good Zim teaming up with our Dib while our Zim teams up with an evil version of Dib. Or maybe they don’t meet until the end and you have Zim and Dib confusing their alternate universe counterparts for each other, and vice versa. There’s plenty of possibilities.

“Tak successfully takes over the school while Zim is in detention.”

I. Adore. This. Idea. Tak returning and managing to take over the school (presumably as Dib attempts to stop/dethrone her) while Zim has his own adventure trying to escape the underground classrooms or whatever the skool uses as a detention is a great idea. Plus, in my opinion this sort of thing would make for a great way to show Tak’s return, while keeping the fact that she’s more dangerous and capable than Zim is, successfully doing something that he can’t.

It also gave me the idea of Tak using her holographic disguise to look like Zim, so Dib has no idea that Zim is in detention right up until near the climax of the episode, where Tak reveals herself. All he knows is that Zim suddenly became more competent (and suddenly gained a slightly different voice with a British accent? Oh well, must be an alien thing).

“Zim attempts to create an army of robot clones of himself, but they all malfunction and turn against him.”

I like to think that the robots don’t really malfunction, it’s just that Zim is so egotistical and prideful that all his clones believe that THEY should be the ones taking over Earth, leading to a Zim civil war. The Tallest check in midway through, see a whole bunch of Zims and have a mental breakdown on the spot.

“Zim creates a giant robot version of GIR that goes out of control and starts destroying everything in sight.”

Giant insane robot wreaks downtown area, steals entire taco place, more at 9.

“Zim and GIR accidentally watch an episode of a children's show called "Barney and Friends." They are both horrified by the experience.”

The AI actually recommended this one several times. I don’t know. It’s just funny to me.

“"The Dibbuk”” - Dib believes he's being haunted by a demon, but it turns out to be GIR in disguise.”

I’m not kidding when I say that I spent nearly an hour trying to figure out what the title the AI made is referencing. I believe it’s either a horror movie or a horror monster, but I can’t figure it out. The closest thing I found was “Nanook”, which is an important figure in Inuit mythology, and “the Babadook”, which is a horror movie from 2014, but neither of these are even remotely close.

That being said, I like this idea. Dib being terrorized by Gir while thinking that he’s being haunted, possibly even actively trying to seek out and capture“the demon” that’s haunting him because it’s proof of the paranormal. It could work.

Edit: It has come to my attention mid-writing this post, that the episode title is most likely a reference to the “Dybbuk”, which is a spirit from Jewish mythology. So that’s one mystery solved.

“"The Trial of Zim"”: Zim is put on trial for his crimes against the Irken Empire.”

This is just The Trial. The AI, all by itself, came up with the idea of The Trial. It even gave it the same name, just putting “of Zim” at the end. Cool.

“"Day of the Dove"” - Zim and his classmates must put on a school play, but Zim's true intentions are to use the play as a way to take over the world.”

This seems like it could be an actual episode similar to Voting Of The Doomed or Lice. The title is very intriguing to me as well. It’s about a school play, so why is it called “Day of the Dove”? What do doves have to do with this? I want to see this episode.

“"The Great Zim Escape"” - Zim attempts to escape the confines of his base, but is thwarted at every turn by GIR.”

This is just an interesting concept to me. Zim attempting to leave his base for whatever reason as Gir stops him. You could go the obvious route and have Zim as the main focus of the episode with Gir as the antagonist, but that’s been done twice before in canon. So may I present to you; Gir as the main focus as he tries to keep Zim inside and Zim as the antagonist as he tries to leave. A switch in the dynamics. Maybe Zim is sick with some alien disease or has some sort of PAK damage and needs to stay confined to his base for a while, but he refuses to stay inside when there’s invading to be done and Dibs to be destroyed, so it’s up to Gir and Zim’s computer to keep him there.

Plus I just find the idea of Zim being repeatedly defeated by Gir of all people pretty funny.

“"Zim's Day Off"” - Zim is given a day off from his duties, but quickly becomes bored and stir crazy.””

This one seems pretty in character to me. Zim doesn’t strike me as the kind of person to take breaks or days off, so an episode where he actually gets that and quickly realizes that he has nothing to do when he’s not scheming or fighting with Dib could work, with only one condition….

“"GIR's Day Off"” - GIR is given a day off from his duties, and causes havoc wherever he goes.

….and that condition is that GIR's Day Off happens at the exact same time and the two of them are allowed to bounce off each other. Zim slowly losing his mind from boredom as Gir makes the most out of everything and never runs out of things to do, causing chaos in his wake.

“"Zim has a Mental Breakdown"”

The AI didn’t give me a description this time, but that doesn’t matter. The title is all I need.

“"Day of the Pigs": Zim turns all of humanity into pigs.”

I could honestly see this happening in canon.

“"The Return of Tak: The Hideous New Girl": Tak comes back to Earth, seeking revenge on Zim. She quickly discovers that he's not as easy to defeat as she thought.”

Tak returning, now wanting Zim dead instead of just wanting his mission is a concept that is often explored by fans, and I am a fan of it. And I love the idea of Tak returning to earth with the intentions of killing Zim, only to quickly discover that the Tallest decided to send him here instead of just killing him for good reason. He’s nearly impossible to kill and can be pretty darn competent when he needs to be.

I can see Tak starting out with the mindset that Zim is a complete idiot. He’s so delusional that he still believes that he’s an invader, he only managed to defeat her because Mimi broke, etc. She chalks up his surviving of her assassination attempts to dumb luck.

And throughout the episode she is slowly forced to realize that Zim is just a tad more complicated than everyone believes he is. He’s an idiot, and yet he’s intelligent and capable of manipulating things surprisingly well. He’s a food service drone that believes he’s an invader, but he still has military training, more than Tak actually has considering that she never even became an elite soldier, while Zim not only became an elite, but rose above that rank to become an invader. He lacks any common sense, but he’s a former scientist, and has been studying earth since he first landed, knowing more about earth’s climate and structure than her own computer since earth isn’t a planet in the irken database. Not to mention the regular scientific knowledge he has access to. Tak would have never guessed that earth paste was an effective way of protecting oneself from earth’s water, but Zim figured that out and uses it to his advantage.

In other words, Zim is a much stronger adversary than she previously thought.

I can also see the two of them fighting in a rainstorm, with both of them staying under any cover they see to protect themselves from the rain as they fight. Then, Tak manages to kick Zim straight into the torrential downpour, and celebrates, knowing that the acidic rain will kill him in a matter of seconds.

And then Zim casually gets up and walks, not runs, but walks through a downpour of what is essentially burning acid to him, and rejoins the fight, showing no signs of pain from the rain. Tak is absolutely horrified, having no way of knowing about Zim’s paste-waterproofing.

“"The True Origin of GIR"”: GIR's true origins are revealed.”

GIR. LORE. EPISODE. I need this. Zim got a lore episode in the form of The Trial, Dib got a whole movie in the form of Enter The Florpus, Gir needs his own lore episode. We’ll finally get to know how he ended up in that trash bin in The Nightmare Begins.

“Zim hatches a diabolical plan to take over the school by disguising himself as the new principal.”

Once again, I could see this happening in canon.

“"The Valentine's Day Massacre": Zim declares war on love, determined to destroy Valentine's Day once and for all.”

Local aroace declares war on the entire concept of Valentine’s Day, single handily crushes the dreams of all zadr shippers, more at 11.

“The Tallest have a secret meeting where they discuss getting rid of Zim.”

I can see this episode as a clip show of sorts, showing many, many failed attempts at killing Zim that could have been possible episodes, but were scrapped for whatever reason.

"Zim Becomes A Meme"

No description was given, and no description was needed.

“"The Great Gazelle Caper" - Zim and GIR team up to steal a valuable diamond from a rival invader.”

A good concept. I can see Zim coming up with a plan that could range anywhere from “every tiny detail is planned out” to “just grab the thing and run” and Gir managing to throw several dozen wrenches into said plan, regardless of what it is.

If I saw an episode like this, I’d want to see Zim come up with a completely Jack-Sparrow-esc plan where no one is really sure if he’s making it up as he goes along or somehow planned every second, including the setbacks. Not even the audience knows for sure.

Plus that “rival invader” could be anyone. Tak is the most obvious person since they fit the description of “rival invader” to a tee, but it’s vague enough to be anyone.

““Zim Doesn’t Conquer the Earth": Zim wakes up to find that Earth has been conquered by another alien race while he slept. He must now try to take back the planet and defeat the new invaders.”

I adore this idea. Zim being the one trying to save the earth from a completely different alien race is the best thing I’ve heard all day. I don’t even have anything else to say. Just take my money and make this into an episode.

“"The Missing GIR": GIR goes missing and Zim must find him. He eventually discovers that GIR has been taken captive by a group of humans who want to study him.”

I think this concept was almost done in the actual show. That being said, I’d like to see this. We might even get to see character development with Zim viewing Gir as more than just a minion and acknowledging that, throwing himself and his mission into danger to rescue Gir.

“Zim is having a hard time choosing which human disguise to wear and ends up going through several before finally deciding on one.”

I just think seeing Zim in different disguises would be neat. That’s all. That’s my entire reasoning here.

“Zim and GIR are sent on a mission to retrieve a powerful artifact for the Tallest, but they are not the only ones after it.”

Interstellar road trip babyyyyyyyyy! As for the others who are after the artifact, it’s vague enough for it to be anyone. Could be Dib, could be Tak, could be someone completely different that we’ve never seen before, could be everyone at once in a giant race. The possibilities are endless.

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When did you initially come up with your oc's? Like... long has the concept of hexes on the shelves existed in your head? :0

Also, this may be a hard question but do you maybe have any voice headcanons for them? :o

Ok this is actually a hard question to answer, since the actual idea of a duo of character that can see ghost and it's ghost partner started way way back when I was a kid due to a pair of Spanish educational point & click adventure games called "Central de Fantasmas" (ghost central)

While the games are surprisingly high quality for the standars of educational games (the guy voice actor also does Fry in futurama as well as a lot other characters in other shows), all things considered they didn't do much with the ghost idea, so it led to my kid shelf imagining this stories about a duo of characters one human and one ghost, I'll be honest I don't remember anything about them.

A few years back, on 2022 I got really nostalgic for this games and decided to play them (took a while to make them run since these where designed for Windows XP tops) and the memories of me playing came back and through the next days of playing I started again tinkering with the idea of a human/ghost duo, it all clicked when YouTube recomended me the song "All my friends are ghost" by Dib Dooley (the original non music video is older but it's no longer on her channel)

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That's the point where my mind gave form to Ely, this parody of a mystery children book protagonist, unlike those who pieced things together out of clues that then would lead them to traping the villan thanks to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Ely was clumsy, almost always was in the wrong track with her assumptions, and only managed to catch the bad guy at the end and survive fighting against literal crime bosses because of her friend Dan, a grumpy ghost who despite what he says really cares about Ely and makes sure to protect her, all lead to this.

The first ever art of Ely & Dan.

Ely's dressing was roughly inspired by another parody of Kids mystery books, Jenny LeClue, while Dan's was inspired by Gibson from the Webtoon "Greetings from Grisley".

Despite the fact that Jenny doesn't have a hat while Gibson does, the hat actually was originally drawn as part of Elly's design to complement the detective look, then it was given to Dan as it's design looked to simple.

The idea kept going in my head and some questions started to form "Why can Elly see ghosts?" "Why does Dan want to become a writer so bad?" "How does Dan manage to pay the bills with him being a ghost and his book store not making any money?".

That's the point where I decided to actually make a story out of this and started to learn how to use adventure game studio, when I more or less had an understanding of how everything worked and had programed a way to switch between normal Ely & Dan Elly, I realized that I didn't have any sprites or artist abilities, after some days and a bunch of re doing I had the sprite versions that I posted over here.

I decided to park the project for now and develop some art skills moment in which I started to draw other ideas I had (check the art section in my pinned post for more on that).

The Ideas for Ely & Dan keep going in my head evolving until their current version and at that point I just couldn't take it I needed to share them, so I took your advice and decided that even if they weren't going to look the best they could at least they were going to look, and so Elly & Dan were posted.

So yeah, to answer it simply, the concept as we know it today, middle of 2023 more or less, the original concept more or less middle to late 2022, the Original idea 2010 or so...

Also about the second question, I don't, I've tried to come up with voices for them both in English & in Spanish but they always change.

#ask #Oc #my Ocs #hexes on the shelves #HotS #long post I know and I also rambled about unrelated stuff but I've always wanted to talk about their origins #Also yes‚ Elly has orange hair & glasses because of Jenny‚ although I really like what I ended up doing with the glasses.#Not sure if it can be seen since pencil doesn't look great on pictures but Ely had freckles that I removed when I made her older in V2 #One Idea that was from the beginning and I've ended up liking was Ely having really pale skin because of the saying #“you look like you've just seen a ghost” that people say when someone gets pale

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can I hear your thoughts on Billy West vs Horvitz . 2!

Absolutely. (This is a bit long, so it's under a cut.)

So, in the 1999 unaired pilot episode for Invader ZIM, Billy West was the voice actor for ZIM instead of Horvitz. He is the only voice for a major character in the pilot that was recast; the reasoning for this stated by Jhonen Vasquez was because, seeing as West was also voicing the protagonist of another popular airing science fiction cartoon (Fry from Futurama), his voice would've been "too recognizable".

The plot of the pilot is about ZIM and Dib having a food fight in the cafeteria after Dib finds out ZIM is allergic to Earth food; the show doesn't really have episodes anything like this. Jhonen expressed dislike of this plot, saying he found it excessively childish. I find one thing that makes ZIM so tonally interesting is that it is, in a lot of ways, very childish and very edgy simultaneously- the pilot feels like it's just getting a grip on how it wants to feel and come across in this regard. One way you can see this, I think, is with West's portrayal of ZIM.

(The DVD commentary for the pilot can be listened to here. In it, Jhonen also says that Mark Hamill was tried as a voice for ZIM- I wish there was a publicly existing recording of that, to be honest.)

The entire pilot is uploaded to YouTube here, but here's the relevant portions (ZIM's voice):

The main thing I find interesting is that Horvitz and West each emphasize different parts of ZIM's character. With Horvitz, ZIM's voice is loud, high-pitched, energetic, immature, and often theatrical, evoking a lot of other popular high-energy cartoon villains and exaggerating his silliness. This is one of ZIM's iconic characteristics, but it took a while for him to get there in the development process. In the DVD commentary for episode one, Horvitz talks about how they tried out a lot of different (honestly cursed) voices for ZIM before they settled on the show's. (Here it is on Internet Archive.)

The immediate thing that strikes me about West's ZIM performance is that it's rough and somewhat inconsistent. He will go from this medium-pitched speaking voice with an odd "alien" cadence to outright strange inflections; he makes these high-pitched shrieks and squeals or low, strangled yells, and sometimes goes into a falsetto, but starkly unlike the high pitch that the show's ZIM has. To me, it almost sounds like he isn't sure what voice to settle on.

I don't actually find this inconsistent voicing bad, though. It gives ZIM this strange, unnatural feeling, which kind of fits with the fact that he's an alien and the tone the pilot is going for. The pilot is more grotesque in style compared to the show, with the character's facial expressions and especially the teeth; I think West's performance matches it well.

(Side note: I'm kind of a fan of how ZIM looks in this pilot in general. He's even more like a weird little bug thing.)

In particular, West's ZIM reminds me quite a bit of the way Johnny speaks in Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, where his speech alternates between mysterious, formal, and cold to raging and hysterical to overly-excited and childish.

(I don't think Billy West would've been a bad hypothetical voice actor for Johnny, come to think of it.)

There is one thing that I think West's voice communicates better about ZIM's character compared to Horvitz, and that is his age. ZIM is an adult, which is the big part of the gag- he's a trained soldier with decades of experience, but he's an idiot who wastes his time blending in with and fighting schoolchildren. However, Horvitz's very high-pitched voice with ZIM's immature cadence, while fitting for the character's childishness, often just makes it hard to see him as an adult at all. Combined with the fact that he spends a lot of his screentime disguised as a human child, confusion generated really easily and led to the common misconception that ZIM is actually a child, even as it's lampshaded several times that this is not the case. (Though, in Enter the Florpus, Horvitz's voice has a noticeable rasp to it due to age, which kind of mitigates this.)

With West, though, you get the strong sense that this is an adult pretending to be an elementary school boy with his more mature voice, especially with the way he talks to the schoolchildren. It makes that part of the punchline a lot more effective, in my opinion- like, this is not only obviously an alien, but a grown man pretending to be an elementary schooler.

However, there are a lot of aspects about ZIM's character that West's voice is awkward with. I didn't like the delivery of some of ZIM's yells; Horvitz will do these cartoon villain screams and wails of despair when ZIM is in distress, and it fits very well. With West in the pilot, he does these squeaky "Eek"s and strangled screams that just come across weirdly sometimes. Also, maybe it's just because I'm so used to Horvitz, but I have a hard time seeing the medium-pitched voice fitting specifically his undisguised look- I just expect a higher voice to come out of that, I guess.

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This last one requires a bit of context. Throughout the show's short runtime, ZIM and a lot of the other characters go through a bit of change. I would describe it almost as "cutesification"; their funny traits get more exaggerated for the sake of comedy and likability. Additionally, the network started watching the crew a bit more closely after the first few episodes. Most of the episodes that people remember as the stand-out "dark" and "scary" ones (i.e. Dark Harvest, Bestest Friend, etc.) were very early on in the series; the "dark" moments after about episode ~12 or so were still certainly there, but they were either drenched in comedy to lighten the impact or a bit more subtly baked into the episode's plot.

ZIM in particular gets written both more energetically and noticeably stupider after a while. He was always incompetent, but it becomes exaggerated to a degree; he becomes comically bad at things that he could probably pull off in earlier episodes. The most obvious example I can think of is him going from being able to single-handedly improve on a piece of highly-advanced Irken technology without a problem in the episode Walk of Doom to almost all of his creations immediately exploding or being easily destroyed. (Also, in the comics, it's stated that his ship is self-made which is attributed to the reason why it's so garbage, whereas the implication in the early episodes was that most of his stuff wasn't self-made and the Tallests gave him their garbage technology because they didn't want to waste it on him.)

Alongside this change, you notice a shift in the way Horvitz voices ZIM in the earlier episodes compared to later on. In the early episodes, ZIM doesn't yell with as much frequency, and often, his voice will dip lower into a more even-toned "calculated villain" cadence. Later, as his character changes, he gets a lot more high-pitched and energetic; the yelling becomes near-constant, with the normal speaking becoming almost rare. His voice also starts warbling and putting emphasis on strange parts of sentences and random words. It's not a drastic enough change to really notice while watching the show, but compare an episode like Career Day with Zim Eats Waffles and there's a notable change there.

I feel like West's voice would be suitable for the early-episodes ZIM, but would become more and more unfitting as the character changes with the series. Horvitz works well either way, and his voice suits the more exaggerated energy and stupidity nicely; on the other hand, I could see West's voice working well in something like Dark Harvest or Attack of the Saucer Morons, but I could not imagine West playing ZIM in Enter the Florpus.

Overall, both West and Horvitz give ZIM a very different vibe. I think West would've been a good pick for ZIM, but Horvitz embodies the character in a way that the series goes with and works in the long-run better. I often wonder what the series would've been like if West got the role instead- not to mention how his character would be perceived by the audience. It is always interesting to think about how a show could've easily turned out completely differently with specific decisions made early in production.

#long #asks #not jojo related #invader zim #hope this makes sense... sometimes your brain just fixates on very specific things

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WELCOME TO THE SPARKSVERSE So I have been working for a while on setting up something to bring more of my original content to the internet. I've been having a lot of issues with finding my voice, and dealing with writers block, and the stress of my home life. But I received the push I needed to make and start my Patreon account. As of this moment, I have several original universe full length works coming. But to start us off easy, I am writing fully original content 100 theme challenge prompts with my LGTQIA+ plethora of supernatural babies, known as the Abel's House Crew. Here you'll find Vampires, Werewolves, Dragon Shifter Lesbians (who might sometimes eat men), fallen angels and a whole mess of other things. Future works will include LGBTQIA+ fairy tale retellings in a world known as Neirland. The story of a Fae Princess and a Fae Prince who are battling against the forces of evil, while discovering secrets that will change their lives forever. The story of a shy writer, who might have written her best work into reality. A supernatural murder mystery that takes place at school for witches and familiars. And a Mafia Romance that gives slight Tangled vibes. If you find that any of this interests you, consider subscribing to my Patreon. For $5 a month you get access to every word of original fiction I write, plus author and character q+a's, playlists, and character profiles and interviews. You also get first dibs on the arc copies of my published works when they're ready, any live streams I do, and the discord server once I get it up and running. Please consider checking me out at this link, and I look forward to potentially seeing ya'll around. For your patience as you read through all this, have a preview of my first posted work "Bless the Broken Road." A short fic about an F/F/M vampire throuple. Read below the cut.

She could go to Levi though. Levi was different from the rest of them. He had a gift from the other half of his heritage that gave him in edge when it came to soothing their girlfriend. Even if Levi had been out most of the night. He'd always come when he was called.

"Levi." She breathed his name, a breath on the breeze that fluttered through the manor. It carried all the way to his ears across the house, and in seconds, he was standing in the room with them.

"Kelse." He said, the startling blue of his eyes capturing the pale brown of her own. "It just started, didn't it?"

She nodded, with a sad smile. "I hate that I can't help her like you can."

#original fiction #fantasy fiction #writeblr #patreon link #self promotion #vampires #faeries #if you like acotar you might like some of what i write #werewolves #fallen angels #original works #signal boost #please help me make a living off of the things that make me happy

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FFxivWrite: Day free four......Perfect!

‘Light the spark in your eyes, we're on a battlefield!’

theres a party picnic at babycorns house and youre invited!!!!!!!! COME ONE COME ALL AND WITNESS THE GREATEST FOOD EVER COOKED! THIS TIME! babycorn followed many delicious recipes!!!!

There are many things in the world that happen without any sort of explanation to them.

That’s usually how urban legends or deep-rooted mysteries start but in those cases there is at least some effort to try and make sense of them.

Be it realists that try to find the most logical explanations to people that are essentially throwing explanations around like darts on a dartboard.

All this to say that-there was absolutely no one that could even begin to comprehend why the citystate of Ul’dah granted Babycorn Corn, of all people, a deed to her own private plot of land.

Sure, she was one of the Warriors of Light but was that really reason enough?

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“Hey, everyone? I think I found it.”

At the sound of Khaljan’s voice the entire group turned to look at where he was pointing.

All the way to their left was a house that could only be described as some sort of candy-coated nightmare come to life. It was a house that was truly testing the resolve of its neighbor’s, who’s houses looked relatively normal compared to what they were looking at.

“Yeah. That’s Babycorn’s house all right.” Lunya had known from the beginning that one of them would be able to spot Babycorn’s house from just a simple glance.

Which was good news for them because Babycorn had somehow neglected to mention in the invitations to the picnic in what ward and what plot she lived in.

As everyone began to make their way towards the Babycorn’s house, Vertical struck up a conversation with B’ig Nunh and anyone else that was listening. “What if this is like a reverse Hahansel and Gregretl situation?” she theorized. It was an age-old legend about two Lalafell children and the dangers of candy witches in a desert oasis.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if Babycorn lures in a witch to eat her? What if she’s luring in people to eat them?”

B’ig Nunh laughed, “No way! Babycorn would never-”

At the sudden realization of what he was about to say, B’ig Nunh stopped in his tracks and stayed there as everyone else walked ahead of him.

Andres, who had been listening in, had also stopped walking just behind of B’ig Nunh.

“You know what Vertical? On second thought I think I’ll skip out on the picnic-” Just as he turned to walk away B’ig Nunh felt someone grab the top part of his lovely moogle cap.

“Come on, it'll be fun.” Vertical dragged him along.

“Will iiiit…?” B’ig Nunh placed his hands up to his face and sobbed.

Andres stayed in place where he was until he looked around and realized he was at the back of the group. Being eaten by Babycorn wasn’t really in his best interests but he still couldn't pass up the chance for free food.

He activated Peloton and ran ahead of everyone else.

“Haha! I’m getting first dibs! Suckers!”

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Even with Himbo’s best efforts to outspeed him Andres was able to reach the gate first. All thanks to Peloton. “Ha! Ha!” he boasted while doing a silly little dance. Then as Himbo hit the ground in despair, Andres reached his hand towards the gate doors to open them.

Only for the doors to open towards him, the force of the doors hitting him so hard it launched him in a straight line towards the others.

Everyone managed to dodge in the nick of time, which only caused Andres to build up speed and crash in someone’s out-of-bounds fountain. Thankfully none of Babycorn’s neighbors were home at the time to witness this circus show.

Coco cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loudly as he could. “Are you okay?!”

Andres responded with a thumbs-up. Thankfully he was still alive, as we all know it would take a lot more to kill Andres Sacapuntas.

The sound of the gate creaking open sounded once again. Though thankfully there was no no one else in front of it this time.

“You’re all here! Yay!”

Everyone’s attention changed from looking at Andres’ backflipping out of the fountain to Babycorn greeting them. She was wearing the same pastel pink dress she always wore to occasions she deemed fancy. Standing to her right and left were a pair of Calca and Brina dolls.

Reese sighed, “Babycorn…You do know that gates are supposed to open away from the person opening them and not towards them, right?” Otherwise something like what had just occurred a few seconds ago would happen.

“Pffff! I know that! You told me that already but look-!” Babycorn stepped towards the gate that mysteriously opened on its own and then gestured to herself, “See? The gate opens away from me! Just like you said!” The Calca and Brina dolls nodded in unison, agreeing with Babycorn’s interpretation of Reese’s advice.

“N-No…Babycorn that’s not really what Reese mea-” Hanabi started to explain but she was cut off when Babycorn ran towards everyone to greet them individually at her own pace.

“Hiiiii Reese! Thanks for mailing me all those Millioncorn seeds! They’re growing in the front lawn now! You can see them from here!”

“Lunyaaaa! I can’t wait for you to see how I decorated Cherry’s new room! I added a bunch of the plushies you gave him! He’s going to love it when he wakes up!”

“Cocoooo! Hi! Hi! I hope you and Melmeltan have been doing good! You said she couldn’t come today but I made lots of food so you can take leftovers!”

“Hi Hanabi! Hanabiii! I made lots of yummy food today! I’m sure you’ll like it! Also-! The skies are going to be clear tonight so maybe we can see the stars too!”

“Hi Himboooo! I hear your restaurant is really popular now! Tilika told me she went one night and she had a good time!”

“Oooh! Khaljan I haven’t seen you in a while! …Get it? Cause you can poof(!) away and turn invisible?! Hahaha!”

“Verticaal!! Thanks for the gift last time! I wear it whenever I go mining in cold places! So now I’m all toasty warm! And it’s all thanks to you! …Hmm?”

Babycorn noticed B’ig Nunh trying to hide behind his good friend Vertical Height.

“Hi B’ig Nunh! …Why are you shaking? You’re not cold are you? Don’t worry you’ll get all warmed up in a second!” Babycorn smiled.

“SHE’S GOING TO PUT ME IN THE OVEN!”

“Heke?”

Vertical stepped aside and pushed B’ig Nunh to the front. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

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As everyone carefully went past the apparently haunted gate, a splotch of orange caught Babycorn’s eye. It was too blurry to tell what it was, even from close up.

Even though Babycorn had been against Tilika getting her glasses she did have to admit that they were handy to have around. Babycorn grabbed the glasses case a Wind-up Kobold was handing them. She opened it up and put on a pair of pink glasses.

Now that she was wearing them she could clearly see that the orange splotch was actually Andres Sacapuntas. As funny as it would be to immediately take them off again Babycorn decided to keep them on. Just in case.

For some reason he looked soaked. Did he decide to take a dip in the pool or something?

“Hi Andres!” she waved to him.

“Oh my god its Babycorn.” Andres pointed at her then walked inside to join the others but not before using his fingers to splash some water left on his hands onto Babycorn.

“H-Hey!!” Babycorn laughed and chased after him.

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As everyone sat down around the picnic blanket all eyes were on the assortment of plates scattered around the floor. They were all covered with different colored cloths, all to ensure that Babycorn’s surprise would remain a surprise.

While everyone around her was excited for the food to come, Lunya was, at best, cautiously optimistic.

She had seen first hand just what kind of experimenting Babycorn had done in the mansion’s kitchen. Ranging from dunking a whole dodo into fried oil to mixing up chocolate chips with lunch meat and whipped cream as a snack.

Needless to say, Babycorn had strange tastes.

But the optimistic part came in when Babycorn was telling her all about this very picnic just the day before.

‘I followed all the recipes this time! And I think everything turned out great! Tilika didn’t even help me this time and not to brag but I think I made some really yummy food. It's all…going to be perfect!!’

Lunya sighed, ‘Well…if she followed the recipes it probably won’t be too bad…’ she thought to herself. Some things would probably taste a little burned but that was just how life was sometimes.

Lunya’s face scrunched up. ‘Please Hydaelyn , don’t let there be any cornbread.’

Suddenly the door to Babycorn’s house flew wide open. Around five Calca and Brina dolls (each!) came running out. All of them were holding large pieces of papers in their hands. They all stopped in front of everyone and waited for Babycorn to catch up.

“Ta-da!” She struck a pose and held up the same kind of paper the dolls were holding. “I made menus for everyone so you can all know what we’re eating!” she grinned, “It’s just like a fancy restaurant, huh? Huh? Isn’t it cool?!” She had worked all day yesterday making these so she was just as excited to show them off as she was for others to taste her cooking.

“Very fancy.” Khaljan clapped.

“I feel like I’m a million gil richer already.” Vertical agreed.

Babycorn giggled and blushed. “Okay!” She looked down at the dolls and pointed at her friends. “Please pass around a menu to everyone! Make sure everyone gets one!” The Calca and Brina dolls exclaimed “Okay! Yip ho ho!” in unison, before they took off, spinning their way to the others.

“Ah, thank you!” Khaljan grabbed a menu handed to him by a Calca doll. It did a curtsey as a thank you before yip ho ho’ing and spinning away.

Before he looked down at the menu he noticed that some of his friends around him had the strangest looks on their faces. They were looking down at their menus, so maybe he should do the same?

Very soon Khaljan was making the same bewildered expression on his face.

Babycorn giggled, for as much as she had grown through the years she still had a lot of trouble reading facial expressions.

Which was good news for everyone else sitting at the picnic blanket.

“There’s a back to the menu too~♫” Babycorn pushed her eyelid closed with one hand and wiggled her pointer finger with the other, much like an idol would.

With a sense of dread building up in the group, they all bit the metaphorical bullet and turned the menu around.

Nobody said much of anything. Everyone was trying to process what exactly they were reading off of Babycorn’s menu. Nothing written on there sounded like it was meant to be consumed by anyone that was considered a living being, ever.

Flowr’s collective brain could only come to one conclusion.

‘She’s trying to kill us!!!!!!!’

Because no one was talking, Babycorn was free to continue to blab on. “Doesn’t it all sound so yummy?! When I visited my grandma she gave me this cooking book her mama used to have! She said I could have it so I could learn to make all the food in it! Just like her!”

‘Her grandma is trying to kill us!!!!!!!’

Which quite honestly didn’t come to a surprise to anyone.

“She also said something about my allies inevitably turning their backs on me and how adventuring only leads to suffering and heartbreak that would weigh me down for the rest of my life. Or something like that. But enough about that-!”

Babycorn took her seat between Lunya and Vertical and threw off a piece of cloth from one of the plates in the center.

What was under it could only be described as what would happen if a salad spinner had glue poured into it and topped off with a leaf that Babycorn must have picked off the ground because she thought it was pretty.

But to Babycorn it was…

“Perfect! This is the perfect salad! That’s what the cookbook said!”

B’ig Nunh took one look at the “salad” and leaned closer to Vertical. “Is it too late to ask to be eaten?” he whispered to her.

Unfortunately, it was too late for everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

“Wow! It looks so good!”

Hanabi’s voice cut through the silence. Soon everyone was looking at her in half shock and amazement. Her eyes were shining and sparkling just looking at the allegedly perfect salad that Babycorn had revealed.

“Doesn’t it?! Here you can get some cause the cookbook said this is the perfect appetizer!” Babycorn wiggled in her seat, “That means it's the thing you eat first before everything else!” She was just excited to be able to tell everyone all the new things she learned.

Babycorn handed Hanabi a knife and a plate so she could get a piece for herself.

“Woooow! Thank you Babycorn!” Hanabi took the plate Babycorn handed to her and very carefully a piece of the Perfect salad for herself. While Hanabi did that, Babycorn decided she just couldn’t wait until later to reveal the rest of her dishes one by one.

Each one of them looked grosser than the last.

Special mention had to go to the hot dogs that were stained a weird orange because they had been soaked in apple juice for an entire day.

“Oh!” Babycorn’s pom went up in surprise, “I forgot the drinks! I’ll be right back!” She jumped up and made her way back into the house, various dolls following behind her.

“Babycorn?”

Babycorn spun in place to stop herself when she heard Vertical calling out to her. Just when it looked like she was going to fall over, they stopped on an Eorzean equivalent of a dime. “Yeah? What’s up?” she asked.

“What on this menu is a drink?” Vertical pointed at the menu. Her voice was doing a good job at masking just how nervous they were in asking that question.

“The drink is Pilk!” Babycorn giggled, “The recipe said something about putting pepsis into the milk but I couldn’t really figure out how to do that so I put a whole bunch of different fruit juices in there instead!” She figured that the more different kinds of juices she put it-the tastier it would end up being.

“Okay.” Vertical’s answer was barely audible.

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As soon as Babycorn was out of hearing distance it was time to come up with a plan to get through her picnic alive.All except for Himbo who had been so shocked by the food in front of him he ended up fainting.

Somehow this had escaped Babycorn’s attention.

But before the plan could even begin the early stages of planning all eyes (except for Himbo’s) were on Hanabi, as she slowly took a forkful of the Perfect salad and took a bite out of it. Everyone looked at her in fear (and amazement) as she looked to be thinking about something.

To everyone’s shock, Hanabi smiled. “It’s good!” She stretched her arm across the picnic blanket and began to grab more food that caught her eye. “Oooh! This one looks really tasty!” She cut a large slice of the sandwich cake for herself, making sure to to spill any of the whipped cream on anything else.

Lunya shook her head to snap out of her own bewilderment. “Okay. We have to do something because I am not eating any of…this.”

Almost everyone nodded in agreement with her.

“And I would feel bad if we asked Hanabi to eat all of it.” Lunya continued. Hanabi could probably eat a good chunk of it but it would weigh heavy on Lunya’s conscience. Everyone else seemed to be on the same page as her.

“I don’t mind!” Hanabi smiled, taking a bite out of the tuna jello, “This tastes really good!”

“You might like it but if you eat too much of it you’re going to get sick.” Reese reminded her.

“That is true…” Eat too much of anything and you’re bound to get sick, Hanabi knew this.

While there were plenty of ideas being thrown around, a deceptive little plan began brewing in Coco Cocoda’s big head.

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“Here I am!”

A Brina doll was hanging off of the doorknob from the inside. She had happily opened the door for Babycorn, who was a little too busy carrying a tray of drinks with her. “I wrote everyone’s names on the cups! So you can know which one is yours!” Babycorn really hoped that she had spelled everyone’s names correctly. She’d been practicing for months now!

“Babycorn we have a surprise for you!” Lunya happily exclaimed.

“Huh!? Really?!” Babyorn set the drinks down and looked at her friends. Not that she wasn’t excited to hear about the surprise but it still came as a shock for them to give her a surprise in the middle of her own surprise to them.

Coco walked up to Babycorn and tried his best to block her view of the others scrambling to gather the food into a single package. “We’ve decided that because you cooked all this food for us…! We’re gonna treat you to a super fancy restaurant!” Coco set off some fireworks to add to the celebration.

“Really?!” Babycorn had been to a fancy restaurant once or twice but she’d never been to a super fancy restaurant! She didn’t think restaurants could get that fancy!

“Wait. Are we going now? What about the picnic?” Before Babycorn could look over Coco’s shoulder, she was already being thrown over Andres’ shoulder looking in the opposite direction.

Lunya swerved over in front of Andres, “Well, we figured that because you worked so hard on all this delicious food we thought you-”

Lunya turned around and faced the others. “-and Hanabi-”

Hanabi looked up from eating a shrimp apple and waved.

“-should get to eat the rest of the food!!” There was a symphony of “Yeah!” “Mhmm!” and “So true bestie.” behind them.

Babycorn let out a long “Hmmmmmm…” It looked like she was thinking really hard. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, hoping and praying that they would be saved from the fate of probably getting very bad tummy aches.

In anticipation of bad news, B’ig Nunh picked up a plate of apple hot dogs and handed it to his friend Vertical Height.

“Here you go bestie! You can have my share!”

Vertical took one look at the food and pushed it back towards him. “No, no, no. I insist bestie. You can have it” The plate continued to be pushed back between the two of them until Babycorn’s thinking process was finished.

“Okay!” Babycorn beamed.

“Great!” Lunya clapped her hands and walked forward, “It’ll be my treat! Let’s go everyone, daylight's burning!” She was happy to go somewhere to eat and extremely happy to not have to eat another one of Babycorn’s science experiments.

Before they left, Babycorn made sure to ask the Calca and Brina dolls to clean up the rest of the picnic. Everything except for the food that Hanabi was taking for herself.

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Coco closed the door behind him.

Melmeltan jumped in her seat, “Coco! You’re back!”

Then Melmeltan jumped out of her seat and ran up to Coco, as she got closer she realized that he looked really tired. “Are you alright? Was the picnic really exciting?” She knew from personal experience that Babycorn tended to be a handful but it sort of looked like Coco had been dragged from one corner of Eorzea to the other.

“No, we ended up not having the picnic…” Coco sighed, “I was just thinking about the food Babycorn made…”

“Hmm? Does that mean you didn’t bring any leftovers?”

Coco collapsed onto the floor.

He was just so glad Melmeltan had been spared from the wrath of Babycorn’s cooking.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv #hi this took a long time because i got busy today but it was fun so its oklay :)#i hope my friends also have fun reading this #also babycorns grandma was trying to kill them

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sir-subpar · 2 years

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Patches Part 2! (Dibper twoshot)

Below the cut! Just a heads up, there is still a description of injury/blood in this, and some hurt/comfort.

They eventually came to a clearing in the trees, next to a road. Dib walked along the road towards Gravity Falls. He didn't realize just how far they had gone, his legs were getting tired. He didn't dare stop though. He owed Dipper that much at least. Dipper had fallen asleep a little while ago, so Dub took the opportunity to make good progress on their trek back.

A car pulled up next to them and stopped. Dib recognized the guy driving from the Mystery Shack, but since he only met the guy in passing, he couldn't remember his name. From what he could tell, the guy was dumber than bricks, but really nice. "Hey dudes! Oh hey! I remember you! You're that guy Dipper likes, right?" The sound of the guy's voice caused Dipper to stir awake. He let out a tired and pained groan. "Mmmng.. Wha..?" The guy in the car waved at Dipper, but his expression quickly changed to panic. "Woah. Dude. You look rough. Get in, I'll drive you guys." Dipper smiled a bit, at least what he could manage. "Thanks, Soos."

Oh, so that was his name.

Dib and Soos carefully put Dipper in the back seat of the car. Dib sat next to him, unsure how to comfort him other than letting Dipper use him as a pillow.

"Found a monster out there, huh dudes?" Soos asked, Dib felt awkward having a conversation at the moment, but figured he should try anyway. It was nice to be in a town full of cryptids, and people who were aware of such creatures. "Yeah. An Elaphocentaur." Dib replied. "A what?" Soos occasionally looked at them with the rear view mirror as he talked. "It's like a centaur, but half deer." Soos looked bewildered. "Wow.. Half deer, half horse. What a day." He chuckled. "Well that's Gravity Falls for you! All sorts of weird. Haha."

Dib didn't have the energy to tell Soos that wasn't what he meant when he described the Elaphocentaur.

Soos pulled up to the mystery shack

"Welp. Here we are." He rolled down his window, and leaned so far out of it Dib was convinced for a second that Soos was going to fall out. "Mr Pines! Mr Pines! We need some help over here!"

Soos and Dib helped Dipper out of the car as one of his... Great uncles? If he remembered right. All he knew was that Dipper called them his "grunkles" and he met one of them. He wasn't sure which one it was, apparently they were twins. "Soos, did you lock your keys in your car again?"

Dipper's Grunkle, wearing a black suit and a Fez hat, walked down the wooden steps and approached the group. "I swear, you need a lanyard or something, this is becoming a- sweet Belgian waffles! What happened to Dipper!?"

"Hnn… Grunkle Stan.." Dipper called quietly. Stan shushed him. "Easy kid, I got ya."

He grabbed Dipper, holding him bridal style and ran inside. Dib and Soos close behind. "Sixer! Get your medical stuff out! You two, stay here. You can catch me up on this later." Stan ran off into the shack, continuing to yell at "Sixer", leaving Dib and Soos in the gift shop.

"Hey dude, you good?" Dib shrugged, his eyes glued to the direction Stan ran in. Soos patted him on the back. "Dipper's gonna be okay. Mr Pines knows what he's doing." Soos pulled his hand away and looked at his palm for a moment. "Hey dude? Your back has blood on it." Soos showed him his hand, which now had blood on it from patting Dib's back. "You have some on your shoes too." Dib looked under his feet, just now noticing that he left a trail of partial red shoe prints on the floor. "It's not mine. I'm fine."

"You look a little roughed up too. Are you sure you're okay?" Soos put his hand on Dib's shoulder. "You saw Dipper, right? Why are you so worried about me?" Dib snapped. He really didn't need this. Dipper was way worse off, why did Soos feel the need to check on him? Not like he deserved it, anyway.

"I'm worried about Dipper too, he'll be okay though. He's a tough kid, he'll get better in no time!" Soos said optimistically. Dib couldn't shake the reality of the situation. "And I think he'd appreciate having you be okay too." Soos smiled sympathetically at him.

Then he pulled Dib into a hug, catching him off guard. He wasn't that much shorter than Soos, so his head ended up on Soos' shoulder.

Dib wasn't accustomed to this. The only other person who normally hugged him was Dipper. He tried to wriggle his way out of the hug, but Soos had a good grip on him, not enough to hurt, thankfully.

Soos started rubbing Dib's back in a soothing motion.

In that moment, something in him broke. He stopped trying to get away. His breathing became unsteady. He wasn't when it happened, but his vision started to blur, like he was underwater. "It's alright dude, let it out."

Dib let the tears flow. His cheeks became damp in a matter of seconds. He buried his face into Soos' shoulder. Occasionally moving his glasses to rub the tears from his eyes. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't used that camera, then Dipper wouldn't have gotten hurt! I messed up everything.."

"Shhh, buddy. It's alright. You're okay." Dib sobbed, Soos continued to soothe him. Dib probably wouldn't say it, but it felt… nice to have someone comforting him like this.

"You're okay."

…

Dib's eyes were red and puffy from the crying, but he had eventually calmed down. Soos took his jacket and washed it for him, and let it hang to dry. It felt weird not wearing it, but it was nice not having blood on his back.

Finally, Dipper's Grunkle Stan returned. He approached Dib. "Dipper's fine, Sixer says he's got some cracked ribs, and he got some stitches and bandages, but he'll be fine with some rest." Dib let out a sigh of relief. "Alright gothy, now it's your turn to tell me something. What happened?"

Dib explained everything. The Elaphocentaur, the camera, Dipper saving him, and Soos finding them on the road. He did his best not to get upset again, keeping his voice steady (ish). He was surprised when Stan dropped his stern tone from before, and gave him a pat on the back. "You two fought hard, huh? Good. If you ever want help finishing off that venison wannabe, give me a call." Dib was about to respond, but he was cut off by someone slamming the door open.

"GRUNKLE STAAAAAN!" Dib recognized that excited voice. Mabel Pines. She was holding a bunch of shopping bags in her arms. "I'm gonna make everyone costumes for Summerween!" She ran up to Stan, so laser focused she didn't seem to notice Dib. "I'm thinking that you and Grunkle Ford should do twin costumes! Just like me and Dipper! I bought a bunch of stuff to help us make our own costumes." She began digging around in one of her bags to trap something when she finally seemed to notice Dib.

"Oh! I didn't know Dipper had his gothy boyfriend over." She said half teasingly. With her hand to her chin, she eyed him up and down, like she was inspecting him. "Are you two going out on a date? I can take a picture of you two together! You're covered in dirt though, do you want something else to wear?" She overwhelmed Dib with a friendly onslaught of questions like those. Thankfully Dib was rescued by Stan explaining the situation to her.

Which led to her running down the hall yelling Dipper's name in concern. Dib had to admit, it made him smile slightly, seeing her worry for her brother like that. If Dib had been trampled by a monster, Gaz probably would've grumbled at him to shut up and leave her alone. She wouldn't have even looked up from her game.

Dipper's family was so… nice. Sure, Mabel was a little much, but she was kind. (He still doesn't get why she calls him "goth" though.) And yeah, Stan was obviously a crook, but Dib has done some… legally dubious things too, so who was he to judge? He hadn't really met Dipper's other Grunkle yet.

…

Dib left the mystery shack to get flowers for Dipper. He wasn't sure what else to do. How does one make things right in a situation like this? Say: "sorry I forgot how cameras work and ended up getting you trampled by a deer monster"?

He took a deep breath, then knocked on Dipper's (and Mabel's) room. He heard two voices welcome him in. Dib entered with hopefully a decent smile, but he wasn't sure.

It was definitely hard to keep smiling when he got a look at Dipper.

Covered in bandages, scratches, and bruises, he laid on the bed with his sister sitting in a chair next to him. Mabel had turned the chair around so that she was sitting in it backwards with her arms on the back rest. Dipper met Dib's eyes with his own. To Dib's surprise, he… smiled? Or at least tried to.

"Hey." He said quietly. Dib waved awkwardly in response. Mabel waved at him with much more enthusiasm. "You can come in, you know. You don't have to keep looming in the doorway." Mabel joked as she pulled a beanbag by the bed for him. Dib hesitantly sat on the bean bag next to her, and rested his arms on the bed.

"I uh," Dib began, fumbling with the flowers he bought, "I got these for you." Dib had no idea what flowers Dipper liked, if any at all; but he heard somewhere that people often give each other flowers as an apology, so why not try it? Dipper's face was paler than usual, which made the pink dusting his features more noticeable. "Wow, thanks, Dib. I don't usually get flowers, heh-ow!" He flinched when he laughed. "I shouldn't laugh."

Mabel threw her hands to her cheeks, practically squishing her own face. "Daww, bro, your boyfriend got you flowers! So sweet! Here!" She nabbed the bouquet from Dib, "I'll put these in a vase for you, Dipper! I know the perfect one!" She ran with it, not waiting for a response. Leaving the boys alone.

"Hey, you ok?" Dipper asked. Dib let out a dry chuckle. Was he really asking that? One of the only people who ever asks Dib if he's okay, does so when he's beaten and bedridden. "I'm not the one who got trampled, why are you asking me?" Dib asked, trying to sound humorous. Dipper reached out to him, placing his hand on Dib's. "Yeah, but still. That was intense. I didn't think jumping on it was gonna work, it was so fast- I didn't even think about what I was doing!" Dipper's enthusiasm started coming back, to the point he was using his wild little hand gestures while he talked. The sight made Dib smile. Dipper was alive. He was okay. But Dib still couldn't shake the thought that Dipper could have died.

He could have died, because of Dib. He got maimed because of a careless mistake Dib made. If anyone deserved to be pulverized by a monster, it was Dib.

"I'm sorry." He blurted, accidentally interrupting Dipper.

Dipper halted, caught off guard. "..What?" He asked, genuinely confused. Dib avoided looking Dipper in the eye. He chewed his lip. "I'm sorry, for everything. If I hadn't used that stupid, noisy camera, you wouldn't have-" "Stop." Dipper cut him off, Dib met his eyes.

Dipper looked at him, brows knitted together in a stern, but still caring, glare. "Don't say that. Okay? It was an accident, it happens to everyone. I've screwed up adventures several times before. Mabel's done it too. So just… don't worry about it, alright?"

Dipper squeezed his hand. "It's okay."

Dib was silent, and wide eyed for a moment. He squeezed Dipper's hand back, pursed his lips, and nodded.

"... Okay."

Dipper smiled, and briefly let go of Dib's hand so that he could prop himself up by his elbows. He shifted over on his bed with some struggle, but once he was settled, he patted the new space on the bed next to him. Dib hesitated before following his silent instructions and lying down next to him. They held hands again, intertwining their fingers. Just thankful that they were both alive.

"Hey bro-bro! I'm ba-!" Mabel suddenly entered the room with the flowers in a vase, and halted in her tracks upon the sight before her. Her look of shock was quickly replaced with a teasing expression. "Oooh. Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your romantic moment." She wiggled her eyebrows to emphasize the end of her sentence. She set the vase down, pivoted on her heel and started walking out the door. She stopped halfway through the door to look at the boys again. "Please carry on, I was never here." She winked, and promptly closed the door behind her.

After a few moments of silence, the boys sighed in unison. "Mabel."

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All He Ever Wanted Ch. 14

The first day Dib still didn't see Zim in Skool wasn't surprising. He'd finally returned to his base after several weeks of imprisonment, he probably had to take a day or two to contact his leaders and…take a shower? Could Zim shower? Dib didn't know but he tried not to focus on it.

By the fourth day, it was all he could focus on. The entire week had gone by without Zim's return and Dib was starting to worry. More for himself than for the alien, he knew after so much time fighting him he couldn't rightfully be killed. Dib was worried about himself and the venomous glances he was still receiving from Miss Bitters.

He was beginning to worry about the gradually increasing whispers of his classmates as they all drew the connection between Zim's mysterious disappearance and Dib's constant paranoid threats to his fellow classmate. He was beginning to worry quite a bit when no one threw their lunch at him in the afternoon, instead skirting around him and Gaz fearfully as they sat at their usual table. Dib stirred his peas and relish with his spork, absent of appetite.

"Gaz, you said I could tell you about…stuff… right?" He croaked, his voice a bit weak from not speaking all day. Gaz groaned dramatically and didn't look up from her intense boss battle on her game slave.

"Yeah, I guess I did, huh." She admitted.

"Well it's just that I had a big breakthrough in the alien case lately and it's kinda torn a huge hole in everything I thought I knew and now he hasn't been back to skool even though I let him go and eventually people are gonna think I did something to him and then I'll be arrested and dad will think I'm a failure and he'll be all 'eef only aid done somthink soonar aboot your insanhity' you know? Am I being crazy Gaz? Gaz?"

"Yes."

"Oh…" Dib deflated, after rushing through all his problems in a few seconds they really did seem much smaller. Gaz sighed at his defeated posture and stopped messing around in her game, killing the boss and finding the safe point to put down her controller.

"Dib, did you kill Zim?" She asked. Dib looked up sharply.

"No! Well…maybe for a second, but he's ok now!" He argued. Gaz rolled her head on her neck in a gesture that would indicate an eye roll if her eyes were visible.

"Look man, even if you had done something to Zim, dad would just fix it." She pointed out lazily. Dib rested his head in his hand.

"He can't fix everything."

"Pretty much everyone does what he says, if he says you're innocent they'll probably publish an article on his genius deduction or something." She picked her game back up, seemingly deciding the conversation was over. Dib didn't argue, not having much else to say. Her logic wasn't wrong, but it didn't make him feel better. He was still worried about himself. Worried about what he didn't know, he liked to know things. He went back to stirring his peas.

The weather was more like spring than winter as Skool let out for the day. It seemed the cold snap that caused the snow day was a temporary weather phenomenon. Dib walked out of Skool and didn't board the bus, and neither did Gaz. They both walked down the sidewalk in silence for a few blocks until they split off in equal silence. Gaz heading in the direction of their house and Dib heading the opposite direction towards the woods. The 'School' excuse had been holding and every day after his usual Skool Dib walked down to the woods and learned something from the witch. Sometimes he was a kid like Dib when he taught but most of the time he was the old man Dib had originally met. Dib left the sidewalk and felt the mud and grass squish under his sandals. It was getting a little cold for sandals, but the witch had this idea that "shoes are part of humanity's obsession with elevating itself above nature and therefore alienating itself from the very fabric of its own design and all the connections it once had to the grand enlightenment" or something. Dib wasn't gonna go around barefoot in fall, that's how you lost toes, but he'd concede to wear his sandals a little longer while he was learning.

As he came to the treeline he made sure to touch all the trees' bark as he passed. They were solid and impressive but they just felt like trees. It was as he did this for many days in a row that he found they didn't feel different, but the way he thought about them began to change. He began to more consciously conceptualize the idea of them as plants; they were giant plants that humans lived amongst, no different from ants living amongst the grass. At first glance to a young boy, they seemed more related to rocks or buildings. They were structures. They were landmarks built specifically for casting shade or filling out someone's front lawn. Yet so casually and frequently visiting their own place where they live naturally makes one confront that they live at all. They grow from children and they move to follow the sunlight. The witch says there is just as much tree below the ground as there is above, and thinking of a tree's roots so large and spread out as the tree itself makes one feel much much smaller. Every single tree is secretly twice as big as it looks. Giants in real life.

The witch says they talk to each other like people, but Dib doesn't think it's quite as complicated as human communication.

As Dib walked he touched the trees and listened to the crunch of leaves beneath his sandals. Were they more like hair? Or more like skin? He supposed they were neither since they were leaves. He walked the path until it was time to leave it, he knew the spot through practice, and found the witch's house.

Knock knock knock knock

The door swung open and the young witch greeted him. Eye to eye he invited Dib in as he did most days, however, Dib didn't take off his shoes as he usually did.

"So uh…are we doing something outside today? Counting grass? Communing with squirrels?" He bounced on the balls of his feet. The witch had opened his mouth to say something before Dib interrupted him. Now he changed his greeting.

"You seem excited." He said suspiciously. Dib didn't notice as he turned back towards the door.

"Yeah, it's nice out. I wanna learn stuff." He dismissed. The witch pursed his lips.

"You're not excited, you're nervous." He observed easily. Dib rolled his eyes, swallowing the heart that had jumped into his throat.

"What's the difference? Come on, it's a nice day, let's go."

"Nope" the witch walked leisurely to his couch, flopping down and saying nothing as he waited.

"So…so we're doing an indoor lesson?"

"Call it what you want, you're telling me what's up." He said. Dib grumbled. He was tired of telling people what was up, they always said he was making something of nothing.

Then again, the witch had been surprisingly solid with his advice, however, he pried.

"Fine, if this is what we're wasting the lesson on then sure." Dib conceded. He sat on the floor with a huff and a less-than-comfortable silence lapsed between them.

"Well?"

"It's Zim."

"It always is." The witch laughed and Dib shot him a side-eyed look. "What? You're obsessed with him, that's not news."

"I am not obsessed with Zim." He argued, pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm not obsessed with him. I don't even have to care what he does anymore cause he's not actually going to take over the Earth!" He shouted.

The witch stared at him for a minute before idly examining his hand. Dib rolled his eyes and continued.

"What's bothering me is everyone else. Zim hasn't been to Skool since I let him go and he wasn't in Skool when I had him in my lab so if he doesn't show his ugly green face soon, people are gonna suspect that I did something to him."

"You did do something to him." The Witch pointed out unhelpfully.

"Not anymore!" Dib tried to impress the difference. "What happened to him? Why isn't he in Skool? I'm not holding him hostage so is someone else? Is he planning something? Is getting me blamed for his disappearance his master plan? Haa!" Dib shot up suddenly from the floor. "Oh my God, I have to go." He turned for the door.

"Sit down."

"No! I just realized what he's done." He pointed accusingly at the witch. "It was so dastardly, he deceived me into believing his tallest banished him here." The witch stood from the couch and approached Dib as he ranted. "That's it, he planned the whole thing to make me let my guard down. I will not be a fool."

"Breathe dude," he put both hands on Dib's shoulders to stop him from stepping away. Dib gasped sharply when he realized he'd said all that in one breath. "You're being ridiculous."

Dib felt the words smack him like a hand. The one person who believed him finally stopped.

"Let go of me."

"No just think about it." Dib stared at the floor in hurt, unhearing, and unreachable for several minutes. He let his anger and his nervous energy calm over the course of a few minutes, trying to put into words why his revelation made sense.

It didn't.

Zim didn't know he was being manipulated, that much was obvious, to him he was a hero who was beloved by his people. It didn't make sense that the armada was moving away or that Zim's mission had no aid and no set timeline for the invasion.

Dib deflated again, his scythe flopping forward a little into his face. He blew on it a little bit, but he didn't have the motivation to actually move it back into place. Slowly, the witch dropped his hands from Dib's shoulders.

"When are you gonna stop coming into my house and having breakdowns?" He muttered. "Without chasing Zim you're chasing your own tail,"

"What do I do?" Dib asked the floor. "I can't just…he's an alien. The first extraterrestrial life ever to contact Earth. I can't just let him go forever."

"You know where he lives?"

"Yeah,"

"You should go talk to him."

"His base is heavily guarded."

"You can't knock on his door?"

"Knock?" Dib at long last looked up from his own shoes.

"Go knock on his door, ask him where he's been." The witch suggested with a shrug.

"I can't…" Dib flushed in embarrassment. "I can't just knock. "

"You're obsessed with him, you're worried about him, go talk to him." The witch said firmly as he turned Dib around and pushed him towards the door. Dib started at the turn of events, fighting weakly as the witch opened the door.

"But, what about the lesson?"

"You're dismissed early, do your homework." He smiled smugly and led Dib out, shutting the door behind him.

Dib stood by himself for a second, looking at the door. The wind blew lightly across his skin making him shiver. He turned, the quiet sway of the woods calming him and making everything else feel insignificant for just a second. How did it do that?

With a sigh he trudged onward, he supposed he had homework.

"This…is stupid." He muttered to himself as his hand hovered a few centimeters from the green metal of Zim's front door. The Gnomes pointed threatening lasers at his back but didn't fire. He clenched and unclenched his raised fist as he contemplated knocking. "This is so stupid." He muttered, equally to himself. He closed his eyes and pretended he stood in front of someone else's door.

Knock knock knock knock

He did it.

There he did it and there was no taking it back. Maybe Zim wouldn't even dignify the gesture by opening the door? Maybe he wasn't even home? Dib shifted nervously from one foot to the other, waiting for enough time to pass for him to justifiably walk away and say he tried.

Crash

An echoing cascade of falling objects that gradually increased in volume could be heard and Dib froze, suddenly contemplating running. The crashes culminated in a small bang on the other side of the door followed by it quickly swinging open.

The undisguised robot minion of Zim faced him on the other side.

"Are you my pizza?"

"Uh…" Dib had spoken to GIR a few times, but he knew how it went when he tried to be reasonable. He decided to try something different. "Yes?"

"Whoooohooo!" GIR yelled triumphantly, moving to the side and waving Dib in. Dib took a tentative step forward before freezing. Minimoose floated ominously in the living room, round lifeless eyes trained on the intruder.

“Squeak.” He asked, but it wasn’t in a questioning tone.

“I just wanted to talk to Zim.” He admitted. It felt strange to say, and even stranger to attempt, something so casual towards his nemesis. The moose didn’t change outwardly, yet still noticeably seemed to soften.

“Squeak.” He revealed. Dib didn’t know what to do knowing Zim was occupied in his lab, should he leave?

“So…he’s unavailable?” He asked. The moose moved up and down where he floated and nodded to GIR.

“Squeak.”

“Okie Dokie!” The robot saluted with smiling bright blue eyes and waved for Dib to follow him.

“Oh! Oh, ok…” Dib followed the robot through the uncannily decorated living room and into the kitchen, quietly thanking Minimoose as he passed. He was going to Zim’s lab? Down into his secret base? Was Zim aware of this?

Dib had a hundred questions and that wasn’t even including questioning why there was a toilet in the kitchen. He honestly didn’t know what else he expected as he was led by the whistling GIR up onto the back of said toilet to stand on its tank. GIR flushed the plunger and Dib felt his body jolt as he was suddenly being lowered on a platform down into the floor.

He’d be lying if he said he had never seen the deeper recesses of Zim’s base before. He had his spy drones and his covert missions, but to just walk in and take the entrance was so…nice. He could stare openly at all the intricate tubing lining the corridors and wonder at all the various glowing buttons and cranks. Where did those wires go? Where was all this steam coming from? Dib Asked GIR these questions without really expecting answers. His expectations were met as GIR responded with things like “To the umbrella cabinet” and “Oh that’s where the lasagna gets made”. When he was certain GIR was leading him in circles completely devoid of purpose, he finally rounded the final bend of a long and twisted corridor. The mouth of the hallway opened up into a large room that could possibly be described as a Laboratory, but was more akin to a high-tech government-funded research facility on the moon. Every wall was lined with heavy machines, each more large and unnecessary than the last. Shelves were stocked with tools, supplies, samples, and what looked to be ingredients. The many island work tables were scattered with beeping trinkets and stray wires, jars of unearthly brain-goo, engines in various sizes and states of assembly, model trains, different color hairs stretched over lengths of wood and carefully labeled by species and edibility, large test tubes of liquid ranging from water to arsenic, complete taxidermy projects of many small animals at a dining table enjoying a meal, a fully decorated three tier cake, a spiked metal doomsday device with the broken countdown flickering between three seconds and four, the list went on.

Dib opened his eyes as wide as they could possibly be opened, and still, he felt he wasn’t seeing everything. His dad's lab at home seemed so mundane by comparison, and his workstation in the shed felt like an actual joke. He whipped his head around the room, never had any of his expeditions into Zim's liar revealed his Laboratory, he had no idea what he’d missed until now.

Beep beep beep beep beep

“Wheeeeoooo!” GIR charged headlong into the mess, diving without hesitation into the three-tier cake. Dib looked to the ceiling, wondering what the sudden beeping alarm could mean.

“Sir?” The voice of the computer was small as it addressed Zim, who finally drew Dib's attention as he sat up straight from his slumped posture in the corner. Amongst all the new sights and movements he had been nearly invisible hunched over his PAK on the humble counter.

“Yes yes, eight minutes.” He muttered, raising his arms at his sides as the disembodied hydraulic arm in front of him raised the half-open PAK from the counter and fastened it to the metal socket on his back. He sighed tiredly and slumped back over, sliding into a waiting nearby chair.

Dib very suddenly wanted to back out. He was suddenly certain Zim didn’t know he was here and he was about to embarrass himself. He wanted to run back up the hall and out the door and go home knowing Zim was fine, just busy. He almost convinced himself to do it when the computer blew his cover.

“No sir, uh, you have a…visitor?” The computer sounded just as confused.

Zim whirled around in his swivel chair, and his eyes found the human who’d intruded on his home without his knowledge. Dib didn’t know what he’d expected as he faced Zim for the first time in days, maybe anger? Suspicion? It wasn’t the expression Zim had for him just then.

Just then he looked defeated.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #zadf #iz #fanfic

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laurabimbeau · 1 year

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LAURETTE BIMBEAU ---> 31 --> BUSINESS OWNER --> ECHO CREEK

Species: Human Sexuality: Heterosexual Pronouns: She/Her Favorite Song: Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey Big Three: Gemini sun, Leo moon, Cancer rising

being the youngest of the bimbeau triplets meant that laurette was going to need to make her voice heard extra, because her sisters were bitches and came out of the womb that way. still, despite this well-known fact, being a triplet was all laurette understood in the world. it wasn’t like their parents treated her special or that her sisters took that extra attention and care. if laurette wanted attention she had to do the most to get it.

so she did. spreading rumors about her sisters, making herself look like the innocent one when things got bad; she was a fairly good actress and the only people who could see through her act was indeed her sisters.

she has a violent side to her. she used to get into a lot of fights in school and didn’t really stop until she was pulled away. when she starts seeing red that is it. she will lose it. and it is not pretty. she got someone sent to the hospital when she was a CHILD still. she is a lot better at controlling her temper now and most of the people involved don’t even remember which sister swung where, but she is big fight fire with more fire.

she was always a little boy crazy, but it really started to get serious in high school. she would fall in love easily and her love was very intense. it was no shock to anyone that she was the first bimbeau to lose her virginity because she carried herself like she was the star of some overtly romantic movie. she became the aesthetic that the person she was into wanted, but remained mysterious enough to get them to want more. she was a tease and she loved the game. falling in love, obsessing over it, pulling them in, and spitting them out when they didn’t love her back enough. she was clingy when she was in deep and she was a jealous woman.

her first boyfriend was her biggest rush so far. she wasn’t in love with him for real, but she sure did think she was for the longest time. she was in love with the way he did horrible things and treated her horribly. he was the first person to introduce her to the pleasures of drugs and sex and rock ‘n’ roll and she was his muse.

but once she found him boring, she cut him loose and started trying bigger and better things. weed was fine, but it didn’t give her the rush cocaine did. and man, does she love cocaine. it might be her true love at the end of the day.

her time at her little music store job was lovely, but only when she could pick out the music. she liked to be in control there and wasn’t management of any kind, so that didn’t really work out for her all the time. she hated the customers and was outwardly rude to them until she ended up fired. (to be fair she was high most of the time she worked there, explaining her behavior).

she was unemployed and itching for another lover to keep her mind busy and then entered gaston. she will go to her death bed saying she claimed dibs. he was beautiful, mean, and laurette is obsessed with him. plus, being into him pisses her sisters off, so it’s a bonus.

the brothel was a tacky idea to her at first. this was the modern world, people didn’t need that shit. but then she got really into it. as in, she started hooking up with clients left and right. she knew they all wanted a taste for one of them and didn’t care which one, so she made sure it was her and that they would keep coming back for more. her sisters may find it degrading, but laurette knows she helps keep business booming. and if it keeps her gaston happy, then she is happy.

she remembered when paulette tried to give her some half-assed intervention. she was cruel that day. she had cried and pretended she had felt some way she didn’t and really convinced her sister she stopped when she hadn’t. it didn’t take long for either of her sisters to see through her bullshit, but oh well. she is happy with what she does and she won’t stop because she doesn’t want to..

belle makes her insane. like, truly insane. she isn’t jealous of her sisters as much because she knows she is the better triplet but this girl? she is boring, beautiful sure, but boring. and if she gets too close to gaston she isn’t afraid to show her just how crazy she can be.

Her favorite color is yellow. Most of her wardrobe has a touch of yellow to it. But she is also a fan of baby pink and black.

she was recently sent back to rehab. claudette was the cause this time and she had a longer stay than before. now that she is back, she is making sure to be more careful. she is going to keep her insanity locked up unless needed and she is going to do what she likes to do without anyone noticing this time.

to most of the people of animania now, laurette is just the innocent one who had a troubled past and is doing her best to be better. she is the sensitive one, she is the one who seems too good for her own good now that she is clean. she has perfected her act for so long that sometimes even she believes she is a good person. but to the people who truly know her know that she is a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

the only time her mask really slips is when she is under the influence. she is less patient and more ready to strike. her mind games are at an all time high and she is ready to go in for the kill.

she is actually really smart. she plays dumb for the sake of both entertainment and to keep people thinking she can't handle more than she can. she likes being a surprise.

#💛 do i feel alright? no not slightly || hcs.#intro #animaniahqintro

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materassassino · 2 years

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Hi, Pixie! If you wish, you could write about this one for the reassurance starters: “You belong with me, to me, under me. Consensually, of course.“ - LukeDin (yes, the order of the names is on purpose)

This one is slightly ✨spicy✨, so be warned. I also couldn't resist remembering that hey, possessiveness is of the Dark Side.

Send me a prompt!

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Luke doesn’t get jealous.

It’s not the Jedi way, and even if it didn’t happen to be an indication of something darker coming treacherously to the surface, it would still be incredibly unhealthy, and Luke isn’t about that. He is a grown man, and a Jedi, and he trusts his husband with every fibre of himself, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

But he’s also drunker than he has been for a while, and he’s perfectly aware of the effect that all that beskar on those broad shoulders has on people because he’s mortally susceptible to it himself. The alluring mystery of a Mandalorian who won’t take off his helmet even for a quick drink in a cantina is a challenge for anyone with two eyes and a sex drive. So seeing this Twi’lek draping herself over the bar, showing off her fangs in a coy little giggle and twirling one of her turquoise lekku while Din valiantly tries to ignore her, well… It shouldn’t affect him, it shouldn’t, Din is coming home with him, no one else can touch the beskar, let alone what’s underneath it… it’s getting under his skin.

He throws back the last dregs of his Rhuvian fizz and sidles closer, pressing their arms together.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asks, trailing his hand up Din’s vambrace. He can physically feel Din relax against him, into him, and even through the fuzz of alcohol dulling the Force he can still sense a wave of gratitude.

“I’ve got dibs, pretty boy,” the Twi’lek says, lip curling. She then bestows another glittering smile on Din.

“No, I’m definitely the one with dibs,” Luke says with a smirk that’s probably more vicious than the situation deserves. The Twi’lek scowls at him.

“Mando, baby, tell him you’re all booked up for the night…” she croons, leaning into his space. Din tenses.

“No,” Din says, curt enough to make her blink. “He’s my husband.”

Luke knows his petulantly smug expression is an ugly look. The Force feels a little sour around him, unimpressed with the surge of triumph he can’t help but feel, but right then he couldn’t care less. He can only see the look of shock on her face and get a sincere kick out of it.

“Shall we get out of here?” he asks with a purr to his voice. Din turns, slightly, to look at him, and Luke can sense the anticipation in the way he shifts, the way he’s still, poised. He nods, once.

“Place is a bust, anyways,” he says.

It’s a short walk back to the inn where they’ve booked a room, and once the door is closed, Luke presses Din against it, crowds him in, his thigh slipping between Din’s. Hunger ignites every part of him.

Ugly. Wrong. Let go, let go let go–

Din doesn’t seem to care. He hums appreciatively, spreading his hands over Luke’s waist, down to his hips, over his ass.

“Take the helmet off,” he says, half demand, half request – how he manages it, Luke doesn’t know. But he obeys, though the Force takes a moment longer than usual to be summoned: a twitch of his finger undoes the latch, a controlled rise and curl of his hand raises the beskar up and off. He dives in for a kiss, bruising, fierce, as he sets the helmet reverently on the dresser. Superb control for a drunk man, he thinks smugly before allowing himself to be entirely consumed by thoughts of Din and Din’s lips, Din’s tongue, Din’s hands.

Din groans into the kiss, parts his legs further and rolls his hips, already half-hard against Luke’s welcoming thigh. Luke moans, pulls back, tugs on that soft, pouty lower lip with his teeth.

“You belong with me,” he breathes, nipping at Din’s chin. “To me. Under me.”

Din gasps at that, voice breaking halfway, tugging Luke closer by the ass, squeezing hungrily.

“Consensually, of course,” Luke adds, almost matter-of-factly.

Din chuckles. “Oh, the consent is enthusiastic,” he growls, his hips rolling again.

Luke doesn’t tell him that he needs that almost as a reassurance. The safety of knowing that these brief glimmers of possessiveness are welcome, wanted, desired. That the Force needn’t be irked at them, that this will not lead off a precipice he cannot climb out of again. Din wants to belong to him, feels he does, and that Luke is demanding nothing.

“You want it?” Luke asks, voice desperate, broken.

Din hums. “Always do,” he replies. And that’s all Luke needs to hear.

#star wars #dinluke #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #pixie writes #prompt fic #sorry these are taking so long i've been really fucking tired lately

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happyreid187 · 3 years

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Flying high - Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Word count: 1K

warning/ an: none? Spencer x reader fluff featuring light flirting/ friend love from Emily. I’m making this she/ her pronouns just because Spence is jealous because of Emily x reader and Emily is a lesbian (fight me) so I went with bi fem energy. Big season 3 energy imo but not specified. Includes a line from an ATL song because I’m forever emo (spot it)

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“I - that’s my - what are you doing?” Spencer was immediately flustered. He always sat next to you on the plane. It was routine. It had been for months. What was Emily doing in his seat?

“What do you mean? I’m just sitting next to my friend” she replied innocently.

“Well, actually,” Spencer gulped. “That’s my spot.” he said matter of factly, gesturing from the seat to himself.

“You don’t have exclusive rights to sit next to y/n. What if I want to nestle into her arms and get some good sleep? The rest of us like having our hair played with too.” She sang the last part a bit mockingly.

So she not only wanted to steal his seat, but his post case affection too? He felt like she was doing this just to upset him, but then again, you are the best plane buddy, and the most affectionate person on the team by far. It made sense that Emily, arguably your best friend, would want some closeness after a tough case. You being loving was in no way exclusive, and he had no right to try to keep it for himself. But there was something about the way she emphasized a desire to be physically close to you that rubbed him the wrong way. It felt like she was doing this on purpose to drive him insane, to embarrass him in front of the whole team. In front of you. He admitted that was less likely, but he still felt attacked. Regardless of Emily’s motive, jealousy welled in his chest, and he started to get antsy.

“Emily,” his voice rising in pitch now. “I don’t want to sit next to anyone else. I can’t sleep with, uh - I mean next to - anyone else. Oxytocin... ” he trailed off, having lost his train of thought, looking mortified. A blush rose in his cheeks, more so at the admission itself than the stumbling of words - at the shame of you knowing even a fraction of how much he needed you.

“Em, give Spencer his spot! You can crash at my place another time. He does have dibs.” you replied with a sweet smile. Spencer was intensely grateful that you came to his defense, feeling himself calm instantly, the discomfort in his chest waning.

“I never heard him call any dibs.” Emily retorted.

“I have a continuous dibs, everyone knows that!” he spat, the rage back as quickly as it had dissipated.

“Because it’s your spot?” Emily deadpanned.

“Because it’s my spot.” he replied with a shrug.

“Why is it your spot?” she teased.

Hotch started, “Emily, can you just keep the peace, he clearly can’t -”

Spence interrupted, ignoring Hotch entirely, “What do you mean? Why would you even ask me that? I always sit next to her!”

The puckish woman to your left paid no attention to Hotch, staring at her with his mouth pressed in a firm line, her amusement increasing with the annoyance now showing on your face.

“I honestly wasn’t trying to mess with you at first but now I have to ask. Whyyy do you always sit next to her?” she sat expectantly, while Spence stammered.

“Because... I - well, it’s just that... she’s my ... person!” The plane grew quiet, as the annoyance on your face slipped into a broad smile and Spencer buried his face in his hands.

“Or I mean, I don’t know. It’s nice to be close to her after a case. We all know she’s cozy. Leave me alone.” he brought his eyes up to Derek as he said it, predicting the ~ooooh~ just as it started.

“You need to move.” he demanded, eyes narrowed at Emily once again. She put up her hands in mock surrender, moving from the seat so he could collapse next to you, defeated.

“Oooh, pretty boy...” Derek started, but you shot him down immediately.

“Hey! Enough.” you pointed at him with a threatening glare “Knock it off.” You weren’t going to have the team mock Spencer for wanting to be close to you, for saying everything you wanted to hear. Even if it was platonic, which you didn’t want it to be, him valuing you, and verbalizing that value made you happy enough to melt away the post case angst. But your happiness was dampened by Spencer’s obvious embarrassment.

“Hey,” you whispered. “It’s your spot! This is our thing. I can’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me.” you mumbled before you could think better of it, like that wasn’t the most romantic thing you had said in your entire existence. He didn’t say anything - just moved in close. Usually his proximity on the plane just meant a head on your shoulder, but he now wrapped his arms around you and laid his head more on your chest than your shoulder, clinging close and snuggling in. One hand reflexively went to his hair, the other to his back where you rubbed small circles. Soothing him soothed you, and you felt yourself growing sleepy. You assumed he had drifted off to sleep along with the rest of the team, so the surprise of his soft voice made you jump.

“You’re the only person I like to have touch me.” he muttered quietly, his voice crackling. You just smiled in reply and pulled him closer. You already knew that, it was well established. He hated touch, you loved it, and he was mysteriously comfortable with it from you. You had never really questioned it - it took him long enough to warm up. You figured you just did something right with your patient approach. If anyone could get the man to appreciate physical touch, it would be you - it didn’t mean anything.

He looked up at you with his hazel eyes wide. Suddenly, you could feel the nervousness radiating from him. “Have you ever wondered why that is?”

“Because I’m cozy?” you questioned.

He let out a soft laugh at that. “You are, but that’s not the only reason. I mean I guess that’s one of the reasons for the reason, but...” he took a breath in. “The reason is that I like you.”

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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The "Rumple Buttercup" situation (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested?: Yes!

Hi, I don't know if this is where you take request but I was thinking about a 2nd part to "The devils food cake" chapter about when they think of names they argue about the middle name being rumple (Matthew wants rumple to be the middle name (y/n) doesn't)

Category: Flufflies fluff. Hardcore fluff.

Summary: Matthew tries to convince his wife to name their first newborn "Rumple Buttercup."

Warnings: Zero. I don't think I even cursed on this one. But you have to know how to handle your fluff.

Word count: 2K

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You can read the original one shot here

A/N: Hello! How is everybody doing this week? Sending love to all my pretty people 💜 I got so excited with this request I made this gif for it ✨

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The house was oddly silent when (Y/N) walked in. She smelled the fresh baked cookies and... lavender? That was new. The place wasn't a mess when she left the house that morning, but it didn't look like that at all. Someone had been taking care of everything in her absence.

- "Matthew?"- (Y/N) walked in and took a look around. Everything was clean and in perfect order. It didn't loot at all like the house she had left that very same morning.

- "In the kitchen, Bunny!"- he announced with a cheerful voice and (Y/N) followed the delicious smell and the sweet voice of her husband.

- "Welcome back! How was your day with your mom?"

- "Hey! It was good. I had fun"- Matthew smiled at his wife as soon as he watched her walk into the kitchen and opened his arms to greet her with a warm hug.

- "I missed you, Bunny"- he whispered and kissed her lips sweetly, cupping her face with both hands, holding her cheeks, and caressing them with his lips.

- "I missed you too, honey."- (Y/N) murmured and sighed, enjoying the sensation of Matthew's hands on her.

- "And how's my little baby bean?"- he whispered, and his hands traveled from her face to her belly.

- "Baby Gub is kicking a lot today. I think he is having a rave in there."

The way Matthew's heart skipped a beat each time he heard the words "Baby Gub" killed him. He couldn't get over the fact he was going to be a father in four months. He couldn't believe it yet. It was his dream come true.

So, Matthew hummed in response and kissed his wife one more time before looking at her with a big adorable, and goofy smile.

- "I've got you a little surprise,"- he announced and held her hand

- "Really? I noticed you did some cleaning. Is that the surprise?"- (Y/N) asked as Gubler insisted she sat on a couch and helped her taking out her purple Converse.

- "That's part of the surprise,"- Matthew answered with a mysterious smile- "Now stay here and relax for a minute."

- "But no. Wait, stay here too, I missed you," (Y/N) argued, but Gubler just pecked her lips and walked back to the kitchen.

- "It will only be a second, Bunny! Meanwhile, tell me, what did you do with your mom today."

- "She took our baby bean shopping. Can you help me get a million bags from the car later?"

- "Sure!!"- Gubler yelled from the kitchen- "What did you get?"

- "Mom went nuts and got us so many baby clothes. I don't think our baby will have time to wear it all before it's too small for him."- Matthew chuckled at the idea of their baby wearing tiny socks that didn't fit on his little feet.

- "Then, she invited me for lunch and overfed me, but I can't complain, 'cos I was starving, and she took me to that little Italian place near to their house, and it's just so good! I think I ate my weight on garlic bread."

Matthew frowned and looked at the tray he was preparing. It had homemade cookies, a chocolate milkshake, one cupcake, and a heart-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

- "So... you are not hungry?"- he asked, hesitant to bring his wife the snack he had prepared for her.

- "Starving, actually. Your son is gonna make me gain a million pounds."- Matthew smiled and grabbed the tray, walking with confidence back to the family room.

- "That's what I wanted to hear, 'cos I made this for you."

(Y/N) widened her eyes in awed, smiled at her husband when he stood by her side and placed the tray on her legs.

- "I cooked all your favorites while you were gone"

- "Matthew Gray, you are the sweetest husband on Earth"- (Y/N) raised her hands and reached his face, forcing him to lean over and kiss her.

- "What do you want?"- she whispered and smiled

- "What do you mean?"

- "I'm your wife. I've known you for the last... nine years. I know you are going to ask me for something"- Gubler gasped, pretending to be shocked and insulted, but (Y/N) shook her head and took a large sip of her milkshake.

- "Really, (Y/N). I can't believe you think I'm nice to you only because I wanna ask you for something."

- "So you won't?"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and chewed a cookie- "These are delicious, honey. Thank you so much."

- "no, you already broke my heart"- Matthew sighed and sat at the other side of the couch.

- "Oh, come on!"

- "I was just trying to be nice with my wife."

- "You are adorable. If I weren't pregnant already, I would actually ask you to knock me up"- Gubler tried not to chuckle but failed.

- "Come on, Gub, give me a smile"- (Y/N) giggled and looked at Matthew- "You know you want to smile."

- "Stop it."

- "Come on, honey"- (Y/N) reached out for his hand and held it- "Just tell me what it was that you wanted to ask me"- Gubler bit his inner cheek and sighed.

- "I hate that you know me so well."

- "It's part of the job of being your wife"- (Y/N) smiled pleased and grabbed another cookie- "So?"- she chewed the cookie and gave one to Matthew.

- "Ok... here's the deal"- Matthew ran his hands through his hair and made a pause, trying to rearrange his thoughts. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting and eating all the cookies on the dish.

- "I'm waiting."

- "Ok, so... we are going to have a kid"- Matthew stated- "And that kid has to have a name"- suddenly (Y/N) knew exactly where that conversation was going.

- "Yes, he has."

- "And we haven't talked about the baby's name"

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head and crossed her arms on her chest immediately.

- "But I haven't even told you what I wanted to ask."

- "The baby's name won't be Rumble Buttercup."

Matthew opened his mouth to argue, and (Y/N) looked right into his eyes with a deadpan stare.

- "But why not?"

- "Are you serious, Matthew? You already have a "kid" named Rumple."

- "Yes, but it's different, 'cos he is my "first child book," and our baby is our firstborn child."

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head again and grabbed the sandwich. Yes, she had eaten most of the day, but she really felt hungry. Maybe it was anxiety or cravings, but whatever it was, she just felt hungry the whole time.

- "Come on (Y/N), be fair here."

- "Ok, I'll be fair. Explain your case."

Matthew stood up and cleared his throat, ready to convince his wife. He fixed his hair, though it was a useless attempt to look a little more serious. If anything, he just made her want to laugh more, 'cos he was being adorable.

- "Ever since I was a little kid, I always dreamed about the day I could call my first son "Rumple Buttercup." Rumple is an old family name in the Gubler family, and I am sure naming our baby as his ancestors will assure him a life of happiness and love."

Gubler smiled at his wife, and (Y/N) nodded, chewing the last bite of the sandwich.

- "Who was called Rumple in the Gubler's family?"- she asked, and Matthew almost jumped, looking at her excitedly.

- "Excellent question, Bunny. You'll see, my great-great-grandfather, Rumple Buttercup Gubler, first arrived in America in early 1800, all alone with no family. And he built the first casino of Las Vegas."

- "In the early 1800"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh.

- "He was a visionary. Don't you want our baby to be a visionary too?"

- "I do, I definitely do. But... can we talk about my great-great-grandfather? His name was Yertle, and he also had a vision. And a mustache!"- (Y/N) said and made her best not to laugh, as Matthew raised an eyebrow and bit his lips, trying not to laugh as well.

- "Yertle?"- he asked, crossing his arms on his chest- "Your great-great grandfather's name was Yertle?

- "Yes"- she nodded and smiled- "Yertle the Turtle. It's also an old family name, and most of the man in my family had carried that name after him".

- "I've never heard of one an "uncle Yertle" when we hang out with your family."

- "I've never heard of an "uncle Rumple Buttercup" when we hang out with yours."

- "He has been mentioned many times. All the Rumples of my family has been amazing men."

- "Just like our good old Yertle."

- "But I called dibs on the baby's name!"- Matthew failed and laughed at his own words and sat by his wife, huffing. (Y/N) giggled and rested her head on his shoulder.

- "What if we find a great name together?"- she whispered. Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers between his for a second.

- "Or we can call him Rumple."

- "Rumple Yertle Gubler"- she whispered and shook her head- "I'm not sure."

- "Rumple Buttercup Yertle Gray Gubler"- he corrected and chuckled- "Fine, let's find another name."

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) smiled and sighed- "Wanna split the cupcake?"

- "Yes, please."

Matthew looked at his wife, carefully splitting the cupcake he had made for her, and took half. He could have had a whole tray of cupcakes, but that was the only one that didn't burn. Matthew wasn't really the best baker in the world, but he had tried his best. He wanted to do something nice for his wife. She hadn't been feeling good in the last few weeks. The baby kept her up most of the nights, moving and kicking. She couldn't really rest, and everybody kept telling her it wasn't going to be any better once the baby was born.

- "So... wanna think of names now?"- (Y/N) asked him with a smile- "Wanna think of another man with an amazing vision and incredible mustache to name our baby?"

- "Actually"- Matthew whispered and smiled- "I had a plan B in case you weren't on board with Rumple."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) frowned, wondering what was Matthew going to come up with now- "Suprise me."

- "Vincent"- there was a long silence after Gubler said that name. (Y/N) gave it a little thinking, running all the nickname options in her head.

- "Vincent Gray Gubler"- Matthew added the rest of the name- "What do you think?"

- "LIttle Vincent Gray Gubler... Vince, Vinnie..."

- "Like Vincent Price. He is an amazing man with a vision and an incredible mustache."

(Y/N) kept nodding as she finished eating her cupcake. Her husband turned to her and waited for an answer.

- "I love the name"- she whispered and grinned at Matthew- "What do you think, Vincent Gray?"- she asked, looking at her tummy.

- "Knock once for yes and twice for no"- Matthew giggled and caressed (Y/N) belly. And as if he could hear them, the little baby kicked her once. The Gublers looked at each other with wide-opened eyes, surprised and shocked by the quick answer of their unborn son.

- "It's settled then, Vincent!"- Matthew replied to the belly and kissed it- "You just picked your name!"

(Y/N) looked at her husband and moved closer, holding his face with both hands, and pulling him closer to her.

- "I love you, Gub"- she whispered and kissed him

- "I love you too, Mrs. Gub."

- "Thank you for putting a baby on my belly,"- she murmured, and he chuckled, caressing her hair and looking into her eyes, which were getting a little tearful at the moment.

- "Sorry, hormones"- she excused herself and chuckled- "I'm just so excited we picked his name."

- "I'm excited too, Bunny,"- Matthew whispered and kissed her one more time- "Now, what do you say I get you some herbal tea?"

- "I'd ask you to marry me, but you already did,"- she answered with a huge smile. Matthew kissed her one more time and stood up. Vincent Gray Gubler. Sounded like a dream.

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