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multific · 1 year

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Missions

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Warning: Injury, talk about blood

„You are not going to die.” he said, possibly trying to convince himself and not you, you couldn’t tell. He kept on applying more and more pressure to the wound on your side. But blood just kept oozing out.

Simon was scared. This is exactly what he feared the most, you dying in his arms and he has to watch.

„Gaz! Where is the medic?!” he basically yelled into the radio.

„Three minutes out.”

„That’s too long! She will die Gaz!” he sounded desperate, everyone on the radio could hear his pain. And they all understood.

„We will hurry, Ghost.” said Gaz as he hurried the pilot.

You watched as he was shaking, fear and anger taking over and you said the only thing you could.

„This is not your fault Ghost. I pushed you out of the way and got hurt instead of you. It was my choice to save you, it’s not your fault.” you knew him too well, you knew that if you were to die, he would blame himself for eternity.

„Fuck, stop talking, Fox.”

„I love you, Simon and I don’t regret anything. I hope you don’t regret our love.”

„Of course fucking not.”

„Good.” you tried to move but his grip on you was like iron.

You started to black out, didn’t hear anything, and all you saw is a chopper landing before you fainted.

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You weren’t really surprised when you woke up in the medbay. Nor were you when you found Simon sitting in the chair next to you, asleep.

You don’t know how long you were out. You still felt weak but at least you weren’t dead.

You moved a little, waiting to see if Simon woke up, but he didn’t. His hand was holding yours so, you moved it, this small movement did the trick and woke him.

He didn’t say a word, just continued to look at you.

„I’m feeling better, thank you for asking.” you said as he pulled his hand away, sitting up straight.

„You got hurt because of me.”

„I told you it wasn’t your fault.” you argued.

„But it was. I let myself have a weakness, and now I’ll get rid of it.” you looked at him, confused.

„What do you mean?”

„I’m ending our relationship. I cannot afford to have weaknesses,” he said as he stood up but you moved and grabbed his hand.

„At least look at me when you say that Simon. Also, I am not willing to watch you die, so you will have to avoid getting near explosions.”

„I’m not arguing, Y/N, I’m breaking up with you.”

„At least look at me without your mask Simon. I’m not getting dumped by my Lieutenant but by my boyfriend.”

You knew the longer you kept him there, he will change his mind, he wasn't fully set on the breakup. But you also knew, he didn’t want to see you hurt. But you couldn’t bare the thought that he would be laying where you were right now. If not worse.

He closed the door and removed his mask.

The air was so thick. You felt it tighten around your throat.

„I want to break up with you.” he said, while looking into your eyes.

You nodded, „No.” you said and he didn’t move.

„This is not something you can decline.”

„Of course, I can. You are not breaking up with me because you got scared, Simon. You cannot break up with me because I got hurt once while saving your life, may I add. So, no, Simon you are not breaking up with me. I cannot lose you, and I will not lose you too.”

„You-I-„ you got him. You knew you did, now you just had to convince him a bit more, you knew this is not what he really wanted he just tried to act tough.

„I get what you mean, I’m terrified something would happen to you, which is why I moved on instinct when I saw the explosive. And I know you would do the same. But I wouldn’t break up with you for that reason. I love you Simon.”

There was a pause. The room went very quiet and you feared the worse. But then, he let out a sigh.

„I love you too.”

„So, don’t leave, please?” you held your hand out and he moved from the feet of your bed to stand beside you. „I cannot promise I won’t get hurt again. But I promise I’m not going to kill myself.” he nodded and took your hand.

„I’m sorry.” he said as he put his face into your neck, something he loved to do, holding you close, smelling you.

„I know you just want to look out for me, I get it, but don’t break up with me for no reason please.”

"It wasn't for no reason..." he pouted as he looked away from you. Sometimes he could act like such a child.

"Okay, then please don't over this reason." you felt him nodding into your neck.

And while you very well knew you rather throw yourself into the line of fire than see him get hurt, you also wanted to be more careful for his sake.

You knew Simon had a broken heart which could easily shatter if something was to happen to you. And you were not willing to die, not until you have your happily ever after.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Vampire AU Pt 2

Answered some questions I got but no SoapGhost biting just yet

Interviewer: Why do you not like when Gaz feeds on Soap?

Ghost: It makes him smell… bland. It’s also rude. No one in the house feeds off Soap. Only I can but even there, I don’t.

The Interviewer checked this information and it turns out to strangely enough be true. No one had ever itten Soap.

Interviewer: So how do you feel about Soap?

Ghost: He’s my familiar.

Interviewer: And what does that mean to you?

Ghost: He does all of the chores around the house that I don’t want to do and gets me food.

Interviewer pauses, clearly thinking he’ll continue. He doesn’t.

Interviewer: Do you like him?

Ghost: Like him? No. Absolutely not. He’s just a human. I don’t like… stay awake thinking about him.

Ghost was once again staying awake thinking about Soap. He stared at the top of his coffin and just… thought of him.

Soap smelled good. Most of the time. He was only human and he did deal with dead bodies occasionally, so Ghost gave him grace about that. But most of the time, he smelled… delicious. Ghost had a feeling if he tasted him, he’d be savory. Not sweet, Ghost didn’t really like the sweeter bloods like Alejandro did. He’d probably taste buttery too. Warm and so human under his hands. His heartbeat was so loud at times. Always even, never afraid of Ghost even when he should be. Sometimes Ghost would pick him up to get him out of the way of things and Soap would just smile. Ghost occasionally picked him up just so he could hear his heartbeat. It was a melody that he wanted to get lost in.

This morning, it was clear he wouldn’t be sleeping, so he listened to everyone moving below. Gaz went upstairs to the attic where his bedroom was.

Soap moved down below a little longer, most likely cleaning. He liked to get it all done before heading to bed so when Ghost woke up, he didn’t have to deal with it.

The house started quieting down and he slowly stepped out of his coffin. Luckily his curtains had been pulled tight so it was safe for him to escape. He stretched and peaked out of his door.

Soap had blew out all of the candles and pulled all the curtains so Ghost walked around in the darkness. He crept downstairs to Soap’s room. It was the smallest room in the house, but it was still pretty nice. Soap had bought his own bed and had decorated it himself. Ghost saw books littering the desk and looked at them for a moment. Soap usually put them away, but he must’ve been tired. Price had bene asking him for things all night so it probably wore him out. He’d tell Price to leave him alone a bit more. While Soap acted as the house familiar, he was really Ghost’s familiar and Ghost didn’t want him to be worn out or neglect himself.

Maybe he also selfishly wanted more of Soap’s attention on him. He wasn’t used to sharing him and watching him pay more attention to the others…

Something feral and angry pressed against his fangs and Soap would be defenseless right now. He looked gorgeous, strewn among the pillows and blankets on his bed. Ghost didn’t feel bad staring since Soap had a shirt and boxers on. The house had started to get cold but in the summer, Soap sometimes didn’t wear anything. Ghost had learned quickly to knock in the summer if Soap had accidentally slept in.

But right now, he looked peaceful and luckily modest.

Soap turned over and Ghost silently stepped back, watching him stretch and get comfier. If he bit him, how would he do it? Would he sink his teeth in and rip a piece out of him? Or would he be gentle?

Would Soap let him? Not to turn him. A selfish part never, ever wanted to turn him. But if it was just to taste him, would Soap let him? The idea of the two of them tangled together as he took from him. Ghost’s fangs hurt. They ached so bad.

“So do you do this often?” Price spoke very softly and Ghost almost jumped out of his skin.

“You were always the only one that could sneak up on me.” Ghost sighed. “Just when I can’t sleep.”

Price nodded and stood next to him. It made Ghost feel weird. It was one thing for Ghost to watch his familiar, but as much as Price was his sire, he didn’t want to let him watch Soap as well. “Let’s get out of here, John.”

“I think he left someone in the basement if you’re hungry.” Price smiled at him. He looked alive in a way Ghost refused to believe he possibly could. Even back then, Price must’ve been at least 200 years old when they met. Simon had been dazzled by him. A healthy amount of respect, appreciation and probably attraction meant he didn’t notice what everyone else did.

The night he laid on that battlefield, body broken far beyond repair and ready to accept death, Price had told him he couldn’t let him die yet. It was a horrible transformation made much worse by the existing injuries. He had felt so pathetic, having Price care for him for so long. The memories were still quite a sore spot for him.

Ghost nodded and followed him to the basement. There was in fact a person down there that was only half drained. Price didn’t eat very much as he mostly just caught glances at Ghost.

“Why do you wear the mask?”

Ghost groaned immediately and sank down to the floor. “Because I want to.”

“You’re such a handsome man though! You don’t need to cover up!”

“It’s not about that though.” Ghost sighed.

“What is it about then? Those days are so long behind us. No need to hide your identity. You could be anyone now!” Price grinned. “You could just be Si-”

Ghost got up and walked away from him, shoulders tensing. He walked straight up the stairs and through the living room and he could hear Price’s anxiety like it was a force.

“Simon! It’s still fucking daylight!” Price snapped so loud it vibrated the walls.

Soap was up in moments and rushing over, clearly still sleep deprived, but more worried about Ghost than getting to sleep. “Sir, are you okay? Did something happen? Did I miss a curtain?” He looked up at Ghost who paused.

Fuck.

Ghost stared at him for a moment and watched as Soap’s eyes went down to his mouth and he became painfully aware of the fact that his mouth was uncovered. Soap’s eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up.

Ghost wanted to look in a mirror to know what he looked like, but there was never a reflection. He imagined the scars. Deep lines across his mouth in a harsh mock smile. Big fangs. One of his previous lovers had described him once. They said his lips always looked bloodstained, even if they didn’t have blood on them.

Did he still have blood on his face now? He hadn’t exactly cleaned his face off. Soap was scared. Surely he knew Ghost would never hurt him.

Interviewer: Man, he looked pretty scary with the blood. He also is the first one I’ve seen that’s actually that pale.

Soap: He’s so hot. I was so nervous he’d read my mind

Interviewer: Can they do that?

Soap: No, but like… you never know

Interviewer: What were you thinking?

Soap blushed: Very uncatholic thoughts thats for sure.

Ghost schooled his expression and reached up, pulling down his mask. “No. You did a fine job, Johnny. Are you okay? We didn’t mean to wake you.”

Soap’s heart sped up instead of slowing down like Ghost wanted. He also flushed a little. “Thank you, sir. I’m fine. Was worried I’d come up and you’d be… anyway. Do you want me to help you back in your coffin?”

Ghost looked behind him and Price was gone. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Soap walked with him, the two falling into the same pattern they always did. When they first met, Ghost had walked faster and Soap had always jogged to keep up with him. Although it was funny, Ghost had slowed down. Rodolfo had noticed and teased him about it. Just a little.

Ghost would never ever tell Soap. Ever. But he wasn’t in the best of places when he came along. Alejandro had pointed out when he stopped sleeping for nights on end. Ghost liked to believe it was just having to make sure they didn’t eat Soap, but he knew that wasn’t really true. He just liked… hanging out with the human.

Soap offered his hand and Ghost used it to get back in his coffin.

“If you wake up again, just get my attention okay?”

“I don’t need your permission.” Ghost grumbled.

Soap only smiled. “Course not. But I get nervous. I make one mistake and… I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch, sir.”

Ghost stared up at him. He saw a glimpse of blond hair and green eyes that did not match Soap’s brown and blue.

“Alright, Johnny.” Ghost reached up and Soap paused, watching him. He gently traced the scar over Soap’s eye, gloved fingers just barely, barely brushing it. “Have I ever asked where that came from?”

“No, sir.”

“Tell me when I wake up?”

“Of course, Ghost.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost must’ve been much more tired than he thought, because he thought of what his lips would feel like against his.

Would his fangs cut him?

Soap watched Ghost’s eyes close and how he stopped breathing. It was something that had freaked him out at first. When they slept, whatever made them breathe just stopped. They were also effectively dead to the world, almost nothing woke them up.

Soap closed the coffin and went back to his room. He put all of the books on his desk away and then went back to bed.

Soap woke up the next day and saw a giant dog in the living room. He stared at him for a few minutes before deciding that was fine and also not his business. The wolf looked at him for a few minutes before putting his head back on his paws.

Soap thought he looked kinda weird too, but again, not his business. He walked right past it and went to Ghost, fully intending to tell him about his scar and ask him what he wanted to do today. But as soon as Ghost’s eyes open, he looked angry.

Alejandro started yelling before he got a chance to really ask him about it. “SOAP WHY IS THERE A MUTT IN MY HOUSE???”

Soap swung around and frowned. “What?”

Ghost was up and at ‘em immediately. “Ale, calm down. We’ll just kick him out.”

“THERE’S A FUCKING WEREWOLF AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!”

Soap winced. “Werewolf?”

Ghost rolled his eyes and went downstairs to see Gaz between Alejandro and the wolf. “Kyle, get your pet out of here.”

Soap frowned. “He is still a person?? No need to be so mean?”

“I don’t care! I hope it hurts his feelings!” Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms.

Rodolfo sighed. “Can you make him take a bath at least? He reeks.”

Soap sniffed the air, only catching the faintest scent of cologne.

Gaz hummed. “I like the smell.”

“You’re disgusting.” Rodolfo wrinkled his nose. “It smells like dog!”

Soap looked at the… werewolf. It was weird. He stared at him for a second before seeing it… change.

Soap pulled away to throw up as its body bent and twisted. That was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.

“Sorry about that. I know its kinda gross the first time ya see it.”

“HE’S AMERICAN??” Price sounded scandalized.

“My name is Alex.” Alex was naked. Completely. Not a hint of shame about this either. Soap averted his eyes but noticed that Rodolfo and Ghost both looked him over. Alejandro waited until Alex glanced at Gaz to look him up and down, but he certainly did.

“Get him out.”

Gaz shook his head. “If you guys can be super gross with each other, I can have my werewolf boyfriend.”

Alejandro gasped. “Our love is not comparable to you coupling with that… that…”

Alex growled. “Don’t say it.”

“That dog!”

“That is so bigoted! I don’t call you guys bats.”

Alejandro growled and they started snapping at each other.

Price frowned at Gaz. “Why don’t you settle down with a nice older vampire? You can pick a rich one.”

Soap gasped and looked at Ghost who sighed. “He’s not… He’s not flirting.”

Gaz grimaced. “Price…”

Price smiled at him. “Don’t you think you need someone who understand you? He’s a werewolf. Also he’ll die in 80 years.”

Gaz nodded. “It’ll be a glorious 80 years and then I’ll find him again when he reincarnates.”

Price frowned. “But he’ll be a baby!”

“I’ll obviously wait until he’s in his 20s!”

Soap hummed. “Oh, grooming.”

Gaz gasped. “No! Not grooming! Because I won’t be talking to him!”

“You’re still going to wait until he’s legal. Groomer behavior.”

“You say as if there’s not over 700 years between you and Ghost.”

Ghost tilted his head. “What? We’re not dating.”

Gaz: They act like that and they’re not even fucking.

Interviewer: I’m so glad someone else sees it

Gaz: That’s a little pathetic honestly. Like… seriously? They even smooch?

Interviewer: Not that I’m aware of

Gaz: Wow. Wow. No wonder Ghost is always so unhappy. He hasn’t gotten laid since….

Interviewer: Since?

Gaz glances around: Too many ears. Can’t say. But yeah, I don’t think he’s done anything since then.

Interviewer: And how long was that?

Gaz: 40 years ago? I mean. Unless he’s slept with Alejandro or Rodolfo and I just didn’t know

Interviewer: Why wouldn’t they tell you?

Gaz: Because I’d want to join. Obviously.

Gaz smiled at Price. “Look, he treats me well, okay? I like him.” He looks at Alex who was now growling at Alejandro who was aggressively hissing back. “He’s so dreamy.”

Interviewer: What the fuck.

Alex huffed but decided to leave. Apparently it was a pack meeting or something. He kissed Gaz goodbye and he left.

Soap was relieved, just so his vampires would stop freaking out.

Price was sitting at the back porch, which was a bit odd, but Soap decided it wasn’t his business.

Ghost however went to check on him. He thought he had freaked him out earlier. Yeah, walking around during the daylight wasn’t his smartest move thinking back on it.

But Price didn’t look upset. He looked… enthralled.

Ghost frowned and followed his gaze to where their next door neighbor was. Their neighbor was… a person. Ghost hadn’t really talked to him. According to Soap, he was pretty nice. He happened to have a nocturnal schedule as well.

“You good?”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“We don’t eat the neighbors. Brings too much suspicion.” The neighbor was human and Price usually wanted to eat those. As did all of them really. Earlier hadn’t Ghost thought of devouring Soap?

“He reminds me of my third wife.”

Ghost blinked slowly and tried to shuffle through Price’s wives. Not all of them were women. Some were male wives and some were female wives. The third one…

“Oh my god. He does look like your wife.”

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personwhowrites · 1 year

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My Right Person

You look down at your drink with a tinge of sadness, then shift your gaze to the rest of the group. Ghost is standing on the other end of the bar, keeping a close watch on the group, while Soap is nearby, also keeping an eye on things but with a drink in his hand. Price is smoking his signature cigar and chatting with Laswell. Gaz, who is next to you, notices your gaze and clears his throat, grabbing your attention.

"Bored?" Gaz asks with a soft smile. "Not much of a bar person?"

"Something like that," you reply, looking at your drink. "How about you?"

"I don't find bars so bad," Gaz says with a chuckle. "Come on, lighten up. It's a break."

"A break that's driving me crazy," you say with a sad tone. "Is it bad that I yearn for war and work?"

"Not really," Gaz sighs. "I used to feel the same way before."

"What changed?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Gaz took a sip from his drink and looked away, then looked back at you with a smile. You knew where this line of questioning was leading.

"Well, I met Price," Gaz started, before looking down at his drink. "I met all of you."

"I guess meeting us made you realize it's good to have breaks," you said, finishing his sentence, which he nodded in agreement to. "But I'm not like that."

"Why's that?" Gaz asked, leaning back slightly. "Haven't you met the right person to change your thoughts?"

"Have you?" you asked, without thinking. "I mean..."

"Oh, I have," Gaz said, looking slightly hurt. "I just don't know if they know it."

You take a sip of your drink and Gaz follows suit, taking a sip of his own drink. Suddenly, Soap walks over and wraps an arm around both of your shoulders, laughing uncontrollably.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask, smiling at Soap. "Are you trying to be a clown?"

"What? No!" Soap replies, still chuckling. "I just thought of something funny."

"Really? What's so funny?" Gaz chimes in, eyeing Soap skeptically. "Are you already drunk?"

"Me? Drunk? No way, man," Soap responds, now seated between you and Gaz. "Why would you even think that?"

"Because you're laughing at nothing," you say, patting his back. "Come on, I was thinking of heading back to the base anyway."

"So soon?" Gaz asks, looking at you in surprise. "Why not stay a little longer?"

"I'm just bored," you explain, getting up from your seat. "And bars just aren't my thing." You then turn to Soap. "Come on, Sergeant, you're drunk."

Ghost approaches and takes hold of Soap, jostling him slightly. You gaze at Ghost, who returns your look before letting out a sigh.

"Are you all leaving?" Ghost asks, turning to you. "Taking Soap with you?"

"I suppose so," you reply, eyeing the unsteady Soap. "Bars aren't really my scene."

"I'll come along too," Ghost says, taking out his phone. "I'll call an Uber for us."

"No need," Gaz interjects, getting up from his seat. "I can drive us back."

"Are you all headed back to the base?" Price asks as he and Laswell walk over. "Might as well all go back together."

"I have a wife waiting for me," Laswell adds, checking her phone. "See you all tomorrow."

"I'll drive," Price declares, leading the way outside. "Let's go."

Ghost follows shortly after, with Soap in tow. Gaz pauses as he sees you paying for everyone's drinks, including your own. You leave a tip for the cashier and walk over to Gaz, who gives you a gentle smile before joining the rest of the group with you.

The next morning, you took a seat next to Gaz and leaned on his arm. He looked at you with a stern gaze, and you returned his gaze with a warm smile. Gaz took a long sip from his cup of tea and gazed at you again. You stretched and intertwined your fingers with his.

"I never realized how much we rely on our hands in combat," you said softly, admiring the strength in Gaz's hand. "Did you?"

"Not really," Gaz replied, looking down at your hand. "I never gave it much thought."

A moment of silence passed between you as Ghost entered the room, accompanied by a disheveled Soap who took a seat and groaned.

"Never let me drink like that again," Soap muttered under his breath. "Who even allowed me to do that?"

"This is why I tried to stop you," Ghost said in a gentle tone. "I'll go get you something to help with the headache."

"Really?" Soap asked, looking up at Ghost. "Look at you being a good lieutenant."

"Quiet, Johnny," Ghost commanded, looking over at you and Gaz. "Did you two sleep well?"

"Are you actually concerned for us?" Gaz said with a smirk. "What's gotten into you?"

"I can be nice," Ghost retorted in a sour tone. "But you two are a handful."

"Who's a handful?" Price interjected as he walked into the room. "Ah, you're all awake. Good."

You lift your head from Gaz's arm and let out another yawn. Soap sits up and glances at Price as he approaches the group, while Ghost leans against the wall and watches.

"Good news, everyone," Price says with a warm smile. "I've managed to extend our break by two more days."

"Really?" Soap says, surprised. "I thought you wanted us to get back to work right away?"

"It's been four weeks already," Gaz adds, eyeing Price with curiosity. "What do you have planned?"

"Well," Price says, rubbing his hands together. "Remember that new amusement park that opened this summer? The one you've been dying to go to?" He nods towards you.

"Yes!" you reply excitedly. "Wait, don't tell me..."

"I got us some special skip-the-line tickets," Price reveals, taking out a handful of bracelets. "And I heard that this will be the last week the park will be open until next summer."

Overcome with excitement, you leap from your chair and wrap Price in a big hug. He returns the embrace, knowing how much you love amusement parks. Gaz stands up and joins in the hug, followed by Soap. Ghost watches from the wall, giving Price an approving nod.

"We're leaving in twenty minutes," Price says, stepping away from the hug. "Make sure to bring some money and wear comfortable clothing."

"It's hard to predict how long we'll be there," Soap says, turning to you. "You're definitely going to be all over the place."

"Absolutely!" You reply, happily hugging Gaz's arm. "I'm so excited to see all the wild rides and play the little games!"

"You actually enjoy those scams?" Gaz asks, giving you a look of concern. "You know they're just trying to take your money, right?"

"Not everyone is in a position to make a good living, Gaz," you say, releasing his arm. "Some people have families to support and bills to pay."

The men remained silent after your remark, causing you to look down and cough awkwardly. Gaz gazed at you with worry, and Soap nudged you to try and cheer you up. You met their gaze and offered a small smile before walking out of the room to find some casual clothes. Ghost followed you, noticing that you were upset.

"Y/n," Ghost said, making you freeze in your tracks. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just get carried away sometimes," you replied, looking at Ghost. "I care deeply about people who are trying their best."

"Did you grow up with similar money problems?" Ghost asked as he approached you.

"My parents used to run games at events to make ends meet," you said in a soft voice, looking at Ghost. "We barely had enough to get by each week, so it's a sensitive topic for me."

"Well, forget about it now," Ghost said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "The past is in the past."

You just needed and sigh as Ghost moves his hand away from your shoulder. You were unaware as Gaz has been listening to the small conversation that you just had with Ghost. Ghost knew that Gaz was listening, he didn’t really mind it. Gaz soon watched as you walked away, soon approaching Ghost.

“Why didn’t you tell her..” Gaz says softly looking at the hall you went down. “..It might of been best she knew I was listening..”

“And let you lose your chance to actually tell her how you feel?” Ghost says looking at Gaz now. “I’m not blind, I see how you act and look at them.”

“..Guessing you like them too?” Gaz says in a squeaking voice. “Listen.. I’m not giving up on h—“

Suddenly Ghost have a chuckle and looked at Gaz. Gaz looked at Ghost confused, was he wrong of Ghost liking you?

“Gaz, I seen y/n as a little sister.” Ghost says shaking his head. “Plus.. I have my eye on someone else.”

“Who?” Gaz asks quickly without thinking. “Who is it?”

“Someone you shouldn’t worry about.” Ghost responds now serious. “Now let’s go get ready, I don’t want to waste more time here.”

Before long, you all arrived at the amusement park and as you walked in, you held onto Gaz's arm, admiring the vibrant rides around you. Soap leaned against you with a smile, noting how your eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of everything. Gaz looked at you and chuckled, finding it adorable to see you in awe of the entire park. Price then proceeded to place bracelets on everyone's wrist.

"So, what do we do first?" Gaz asked, observing your eager expression. "Y/n, you're the amusement park expert."

"Let's go on all the fast rides!" You said, happily grabbing Ghost's arm by mistake. "And then we can go on some boat rides!"

"My arm," Ghost corrected, adjusting his mask. "Y/n."

"Sorry!" You apologized, releasing his arm. "Come on, let's make the most of this!"

"I'm right there with you!" Soap chimed in, now equally excited. "Lead the way to the next ride!"

As you all climbed into the carts of the ride called "Little O's," you felt your heart racing with excitement. Gaz sat next to you with Soap. Ghost, and Price sat together in the same cart. The belts came down, securing everyone in place. Gaz slightly reached for your hand, but before he could grab it, the carts started to move, causing you to jump in surprise. Soap nervously held onto the ride's safety belt, while Ghost and Price looked at Soap and Gaz, their expressions a mixture of fear and excitement.

Price chuckled at their reactions, but as the ride picked up speed, his laughter turned into screams of terror. Ghost held onto his seatbelt for dear life, while Gaz let out a blood-curdling scream as the ride went backwards. In response, Soap immediately hugged you, and you hugged him back, feeling a sense of comfort in each other's embrace.

The ride was incredibly fast, and as it flipped upside down, you screamed loudly, feeling your stomach drop. Price looked around, now realizing the terror-inducing ride they had all gotten themselves into, and shook his head in disbelief. The carts twisted and turned, making you feel as though you were flying through the air. The wind whipped through your hair, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. The ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, it came to a stop, and you all breathed a sigh of relief.

As you all stumbled out of the carts, you couldn't help but laugh at the incredible experience you had just had. You looked over at Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price, who were all still catching their breaths.

"What the hell was that?!" Soap exclaimed, still trying to catch his breath. "That was insane!"

"That was terrible," Gaz agreed, sitting down on a nearby bench and placing a hand over his heart. "I don't think I can handle another ride like that. My heart can't take it."

You all sat down, trying to calm yourselves after the intense experience. Despite the fear and panic you felt during the ride, you couldn't help but feel a sense of adrenaline and excitement. You looked over at Gaz, Soap, and Price, who were all still in a state of shock. Meanwhile Ghost is shaking his head knowing that look in your eyes. It wasn’t long until you dragged the four men into more rides, more intense rides that you yourself we’re scared of. Price finally had enough and suggested to have a bite to eat before heading anywhere else.

"What's everyone craving?" Price inquires, surveying the food carts. "I'm going for some corn on the cob."

"Corn?" Soap expresses skepticism. "Really? Out of all the options available?"

"I happen to like corn," Ghost interjects, glancing at Soap. "How about you, Johnny?"

"I'm going for corn dogs," Soap declares with a grin, eliciting eye rolls from Price and Ghost. "What? What's wrong with that?"

"Irony at its finest," Gaz remarks with a chuckle. "I'm going to scope out the options. Maybe I'll find a burger."

"I'll join you," you offer with a smile. "If that's okay."

"Of course," Gaz replies calmly. "Shall we meet back here after we've made our selections?"

"Count me in," Ghost adds in a deep voice. "I'd rather survey the options than just settle for a corn-based product."

"Hey, now that's rude," Soap says quietly. "Come on Price, let's go."

As you all split up to peruse the food carts, the enticing scent of food fills the air. You head over to a dessert cart, where an elderly woman watches as you eagerly inspect her offerings.

"Funnel cakes are three pounds, and candy apples are five," the old lady informs you.

"Thank you, miss," you reply politely. "I'll take five candy apples and three funnel cakes, please."

"We also have cotton candy," the woman adds, ringing up your purchase. "That will be thirty-four pounds."

"I don't have change, can I give you fifty pounds?" you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed. "And I'd like to place an order for cotton candy too."

"The cotton candy won't be ready for a few hours, is that okay?" the old lady asks softly.

"That's perfectly fine," you reply with a smile as you receive your sweets. "Thank you."

"Y/n, are you ready?" Gaz calls out, catching your attention. "Whoa, what did you get?"

You say goodbye to the old lady and join Gaz, who has already made a dent in his food. Ghost soon approaches, and Gaz raises an eyebrow at the small lollipop in his hand.

"That's a lot of candy for you, Y/n," Ghost observes, gesturing to your candy apples and funnel cakes.

"I got it for everyone," you reply sheepishly. "I even have cotton candy on hold."

"Really?" Gaz says with surprise. "Lucky you."

"Here," you offer, handing the two men a candy apple. "Let's go find the others."

Soon enough, you were reunited with Soap and Price, and after handing them each a candy apple, you noticed that Soap quickly finished his food and was surveying the surroundings as the crowd from the afternoon slowly dissipated with the onset of dusk. Meanwhile, Price continued munching away on his candy apple. Ghost was gazing at the candy, then shifted his gaze to Soap and offered him the lollipop he had been holding. Gaz was observing you, watching you enjoy the sweets with glee, and upon making eye contact with Gaz, you gave him a nervous smile.

"How about we try out one of those scam games?" Soap suggested, grabbing your attention. "What do you say, y/n?"

"Hell yeah!" you exclaimed with excitement and quickly scanned the area for a game to play. "Let's try that one!"

"Bottles?" Gaz asked with a confused look, as he peered over at the game you pointed out.

"Come on guys!" you said, eagerly making your way through the crowd. "Let's go!"

The men followed closely behind you, attracting curious glances as if they were bodyguards protecting a child who had just had a sugar rush. You finally made it to the front of the game and confronted the person hosting the game.

"Pay two pounds for three balls!" The host declared. "All you have to do is shatter the bottles! Shatter three in a row and win a prize. Break six and win a large stuffed animal!"

"What's the trick?" Gaz asked suspiciously. "Do we have to do it quickly or something?"

"Nah, no tricks here," the host replied with a grin. "Just stand behind that line and the game will start."

"I'll give it a shot!" Soap said, playing four pounds for six balls. "Here we go."

Soap held a ball, ready to throw it. Ghost watched as the ball barely touched the bottles, causing Gaz to laugh and Price to shake his head. You looked at the host, who seemed to have a smile on his face. Soap attempted two more times, giving up as three balls remained. Soap looked at you and handed you the remaining balls. You gave him a blank look and then looked at the balls.

"Little lady wants to give it a try, huh?" The host asked, catching your attention. "Shatter three bottles and win a prize."

"I got this," Ghost said, taking the balls from your hands. "Move aside."

You quickly stepped aside and watched as Ghost effortlessly broke three bottles. You let out a small gasp as the host became silent. Your gaze shifted to Gaz, who was taking money out of his wallet.

"Give me six," Gaz said confidently. "Thanks."

You watched as Gaz also easily shattered six bottles. The loud alarm of a big prize winner echoed, making you cover your ears. Your eyes met Gaz's as he grabbed a large stuffed bear. Ghost received his own small prize. Gaz handed the bear to you and grinned.

"These games aren't too shabby," Gaz comments as the group moves on. "What's next, y/n?"

You survey the area, hugging the stuffed bear close to your chest. Price spots a dart-throwing booth and you suggest trying it, with Gaz exhibiting a confident grin. You can't help but gaze at the bear Gaz won for you, feeling a strange emotion rising within you. Ghost nudges Soap and hands him the prize he won, causing Soap to burst into laughter. The next host takes notice of the group and hurries over.

"Welcome to the balloon fate!" The host greeted the group with excitement. "Win a prize for your lovely friends and for the sweet lady here!" The host gestured towards you and you felt Gaz's eyes on you.

However, the host's enthusiasm faded as they noticed the group's hesitance. Clearing his throat, the host pointed towards the prizes, "Three darts are two pounds. Five darts are four pounds. And for the biggest prize, you can get fourteen darts for twelve pounds."

Price rubbed his chin in thought before reaching for his wallet and pulling out twelve pounds. He grabbed the darts and began to throw them slowly at the balloons. Some of the darts bounced off the balloons and Price let out a disappointed sigh. Meanwhile, Soap looked at the host, who wore a sly grin, and then at Ghost, who was already pulling out another twelve pounds from his own wallet.

"Come on, Soap, give it a shot," Ghost encouraged, nodding towards the game host. "I think you'll do great at this."

"What do you mean?" Soap asked, looking puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Your line of work," Ghost whispered discreetly. "Just go ahead and give it a try."

Soap took aim and began tossing the darts, each one successfully popping a balloon. The alarm soon rang, signaling that Soap had won a big prize. He excitedly chose a large unicorn stuffed animal and turned to you with a big smile.

"Here you go, Y/n," Soap said, handing you the unicorn. "I know you love fantasy animals, so I got this for you. How about we head over to the basketball hoops next? I saw a big red bear over there, maybe Price can win it for us."

"Keep in mind that we can't bring these back to the base," Price warns, drawing attention from the host. "I'm not sure why we're even bothering to win these prizes."

"One little rule-breaking wouldn't hurt us this time," Gaz says with a mischievous grin. "Come on, do it for Y/n."

Price glances at you, still beaming with joy while holding the stuffed animals, and relents with a sigh. Gaz puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as Soap leads the way to the next game: basketball hoops.

The host explains the prizes as the group pays for the most expensive option, not bothering to keep track of how much money they're spending. Your attention is drawn to Gaz, still with his arm around your waist, and you can't help but smile. The moment seems to stretch on as you lock eyes and smile sheepishly. Price breaks the spell by coughing and making the final shot, winning yet another big stuffed animal, the one that Soap had his heart set on.

"Well, I just spotted a shooting game over there," Ghost says with a hum, pointing to a nearby booth. "And it looks like it has ducks as the targets."

"Want to give it a go, LT?" Soap asks, cradling the red bear in his arms. "I'd love to see how good you are."

"Wouldn't you always, Johnny?" Ghost jokes, teasing Soap.

Price clears his throat again and casts a glance over the group. Gaz still has his arm around you, as if he has forgotten he was even doing it. Ghost leads the way to the duck shooting game. You inch closer to Gaz, almost as if you want to hug him. The only thing stopping you is the stuffed animals you're holding. Gaz notices and helps you with the unicorn, chuckling at your still-childlike excitement over the bear in your arms

"You look charming with a bear in your hands," Gaz comments off-handedly. "Almost like you're innocent."

"I am innocent," you reply, feeling slightly embarrassed. "At least when I'm not on the job."

"That you are, princess," Gaz says with a soft chuckle as he watches Soap, Price, and Ghost compete against each other. "These games aren't so bad after all."

"I'm glad you've changed your mind," you say as you turn your gaze towards Gaz. "Sorry for being sensitive earlier at the base."

"It's okay," Gaz says, meeting your eyes. "Everyone has their reasons. So, what will you be naming this bear?"

"Mr. Sprinkles, of course," you reply with a playful grin. "Or maybe Love."

"Love, huh?" Gaz raises an eyebrow. "An interesting name, princess."

You feel a warm flush rise to your cheeks at Gaz's nickname for you and turn your attention to the others. Ghost is closing in on a victory, but Price isn't far behind. With a final shot, Ghost hits the last duck and wins the game, triggering a loud alarm. He has won a large prize like the rest of the group. He selects a panda and hands it to you. Your eyes meet and Gaz observes the subtle romantic tension between you and Ghost. However, the moment is broken when Ghost is the first to look away, noticing some people setting up a display.

"What do you think they're doing?" Soap asks, also looking in the direction that Ghost is looking. "Looks like it's going to be some fireworks."

"It must be the grand finale," Price interjects, reminding the group that the amusement park is close to ending for the summer. "So, does anyone have any other plans?"

"I did want to take a ride on the Ferris Wheel," Soap says with a laugh. "We can pair up!"

"I think I'll sit this one out," Price interjects, glancing around. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Price promptly heads off, leaving the rest of you behind. Ghost seems like he wants to suggest something, but Gaz clears his throat and captures your attention. Soap glances at Ghost and shrugs.

"Looks like it's just going to be Ghost and me," Soap declares before Ghost has a chance to speak up. "You and Y/n can go ahead of us."

"Sounds like a good plan." Gaz agrees, taking your hand tenderly. "Let's go see the fireworks from the top of the Ferris wheel."

As you and Gaz walk away, Ghost watches the two of you with a sigh, stopping Soap from following. Soap glances at Ghost and notices the sadness in his eyes. He then turns his attention to you and Gaz, watching as the two of you laugh and smile, holding hands.

"Wait a minute!" Soap exclaims, taking in the sight of the two of you. "How did I not see this before?"

"Forget about it, Johnny," Ghost instructs, keeping his gaze fixed on you and Gaz as you get onto the ride. "Let's just wait here."

As the Ferris wheel reaches the top, you and Gaz gaze into each other's eyes. You stand up from your seat and take in the view from the edge of the ride. Gaz joins you, standing by your side. Your eyes wander over to the stuffed animals resting in the seats.

"Y/n..." Gaz says softly, reaching for your hand. "I have something important to tell you."

The ride halts for a moment and you can sense a hint of nervousness in Gaz's voice. You look at him, wondering what he could have to say. Without a word, Gaz takes your hand and pulls you in for a tender kiss. The fireworks illuminate the night sky, highlighting the romantic moment between you and Gaz.

Down on the ground, Soap and Ghost look up at the sight in awe. Soap glances over at Ghost and sees the pain in his eyes.

"They really are kissing..." Soap says quietly. "I thought you had feelings for her, LT?"

"I did...but I always knew that Y/n and Gaz were meant to be together," Ghost responds, turning away from the sight. "Besides, I don't see myself as a particularly romantic person."

"Nice job, guys." Price remarks as he returns from the bathroom. "It's good to see that some people are finding happiness."

Ghost watches you and Gaz, who are now locked in a tender kiss under the colorful display of fireworks. Though his heart aches a little, he is happy to see Gaz so happy. After a few moments, you pull away and embrace Gaz, indicating that you have accepted his feelings. As the ride continues, a few minutes pass before you both disembark. Making your way back to the others with Gaz, who is still clutching the stuffed animals.

"That was quite a kiss," Price comments, admiring the new couple. "Just keep it professional at work, okay? I don't want any of us getting fired."

"Affirmative, Captain." Gaz says with a grin as he glances at you. "So, have you found your right person?"

You nod and smile, recalling the chat you had with Gaz at the bar not long ago. Ghost averts his gaze from you and takes a deep breath, acknowledging that you're happier with Gaz.

"Come on, let's get you that cotton candy you wanted," Gaz says with a laugh. "My Right Person.”

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A/N: Hello! I hope you all have a good Valentine’s Day! - E <3

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queermentaldisaster · 4 months

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‘Another Love’, chapter one, part two of ‘The Devil Made Me Do It; But I Also Kinda Wanted To’.

Ao3 linked above. Chapter underneath the cut.

Tags: @forestshadow-wolf @rainerestored @8-rae-rae-8 @bringinsexybackk69 @axelaxolotl09 @im-here-and-im-confused (if you want to be added or removed from the taglist for this series, please let me know!)

Two months. That’s how long it took for Soap to get back on his feet. And not once, in that whole time, did Ghost leave Soap’s side. They’d gotten even closer, considering they were spending every hour together. Ghost had begun to open up to Soap more and more, able to be more vulnerable around him. Then, when Soap was able to leave his bed, he immediately went to Ghost and hugged him tightly. “Thank ye, Ghost.”

Ghost smiled. “Anytime, Johnny.” He patted Soap's back, and the two of them walked out, Ghost's boots making a clomping sound on the tile of the hallway. Soap started rambling about something to do with chickens, and Ghost listened attentively. He watched as Soap's hands moved in time with his words, using gestures to emphasize his point. Ghost chuckled, his wings folded behind his back.

Soap froze, blinking. “Si, ah’ll be right back.” He looked at Ghost with a sheepish smile. “Meet ye in the lounge?” Ghost huffed. “Aye. See ya there.” And he kept walking, as Soap ran off. Ghost entered the lounge and let out a low groan, not noticing both Gaz and Roach on the couch. Gaz chuckled. “The demon has emerged from his lair.” Ghost growled, not amused. “Shut up.”

Gaz huffed, turning around, careful not to tear his partner's wings. “What crawled up your ass this morning?” Ghost narrowed his eyes. “Nothing.” “Bullshit,” Gaz responded. “you’re cranky. And I mean crankier than usual.” Ghost made a tsk sound, turning around and collapsing into one of the armchairs. “last I checked, my emotions were none of your business.” He snarled, his wings spreading slightly. Roach responded by spreading his wings in turn.

Gaz sighed as Ghost spread his wings a little more. Soap walked in, and Ghost immediately calmed, folding his wings once more. Soap climbed into Ghost's lap, and Ghost wrapped his wings around the man. “Ah missed this.” Soap murmured, and Ghost's heart melted a little. “I missed this too, Johnny.”

“It was nice for Alejandro to let us stay a little longer with Graves off the radar.” Gaz murmured, causing Ghost to growl. “I hope we get the news that he died.” He snapped. Roach's wings fluttered. “Unfortunately, vampires are like cockroaches. Hard to kill.” he signed. Gaz nodded. “Yeah. Cockroaches. Their weaknesses are few and far between, and no offense, but it's not like a demon’s gonna carry holy water.”

“None taken.” Ghost murmured. “But I do have one of their other weaknesses at my disposal.” He smirked, lighting a finger aflame. Soap's eyes lit up. “...Ah’ll be honest, ah thought ah was hallucinatin’ when ah saw ye light Graves on fire.” Ghost chuckled, readjusting his wings to completely hide him and Soap from the front view. He lifted up his mask just a little, showing his lips and the beginning of the Glasgow smile that was etched into his face. He pressed a kiss to Soap's cheek, smiling.

Soap blinked, looking at Ghost in confusion, before he looked away, a very subtle smile on his lips. Ghost would do anything to see that smile for the rest of his life. Ghost lowered both his mask and his wings, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest. Just then, a new Vaqueros recruit walked in. Ghost had to stop himself from instinctually snarling, already not liking this guy. He didn't know why, but he set off mental alarm bells. Maybe it was the eyes…

Ghost's wings tightened around Soap, his eyes narrowing. Danger. Danger. Johnny is not safe. His instincts were running wild, and he couldn't seem to calm down. He let out a breath, ready to lunge. Soap grabbed his hands, standing up and dragging Ghost into a separate room. “Keep the heid, Si. Ah ken, ah ken. It’s awricht.” Ghost was breathing heavily, but Soap moved his hands up to his masked cheeks. “Dinnae fash yersel, it’s awricht.” Soap’s voice was soothing, his Scottish accent like a rock in the river of Ghost’s rage. Ghost let out a breath, leaning into Soap’s touch. “We’re okay?” Ghost asked. “Aye,” Soap responded.

Ghost nodded, closing his eyes. Soap put one hand on his chest. “Ye solid?” he asked. “Aye.” Ghost answered, opening his eyes and looking at Soap with a smile. He brought a hand up and put it on Soap's cheek. “I’m solid, Johnny.” Soap grinned that stupid cheeky grin. “Och, that's ma Simon.” Ghost huffed, lightly shoving Soap away. “Quit being a prick.” Soap cackled as Ghost said that. “Ey, yer aff yer heid, I'm not being a prick.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, but pulled Soap into his wings. He leaned his forehead against Soap's, his eyes sparkling with a million unsaid words. “But you are, Johnny.” Soap laughed, cupping Ghost's cheeks. “Aye, but ye love me.” Ghost's heart seemed to skip a beat at that, but he just lifted up his mask once more, this time up to his nose. He leaned in further. “You’re right, Johnny. I do.” Soap's eyes widened and his ears turned slightly red, before Ghost's lips met his. Ghost's hands moved down to Soap's hips and he grabbed on, pulling him closer. Soap's eyes fluttered shut as his hand came up to the back of Ghost's head, pressing the demon closer to him.

Ghost let out a contented purr, his grip on Soap's hips tightening. ‘He tastes like citrus and vanilla.’ Soap let out a soft gasp as he pulled back from the kiss, with that same grin on his face. “I love ye tae, Simon.”

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gomzwrites · 11 months

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✧✿✧˖° Chocolate °˖✧✿✧

Hello heLLOO! *waves excitedly over a round table* come come I have tea and dessert for everyone *pulls out a few chairs*

Alright, so. Some of my thoughts first regarding the Academic AU

I wrote this fic longer than intended because I was going heavy with the details and plot

Though I am wondering if this kind of smut is welcome here, because I've let a few of my friends to read it and gotten mix responses, some said it was lengthy while some said they liked it

Personally, I was trying to walk readers through the entire process, and since its the first encounter/$ex scene, I wanted to show the small details to indicate some stuff

Initially I was going to write like virgin reader for the innocent sake. but that will make my fic longer WHEEZE-

I ended up hinting the "innocent" part with the floral pattern on the brief, well I say hint but idk if that was obvious lmfao anyways-

not to say I dont like longer fics, but the longer I write, the more mistakes im gonna encounter (if you can't tell already, i struggle a lot with grammar lol)

In the end after much consideration, ive cut down heavily on the smut and condensed to what we have now and Im okay with it, tho I would like to hear your thoughts (send me anonymously if you're shy, or just comment, I dont bite I promise :D)

Okay, *pours everyone a cup of tea*, some headcannons and notes

So, as you all can tell, there was a hint of mlm there of Price x Simon, not sure how everyone think about it but I for one eat that shit up

Now, I did gave some thoughts about the subjects Price and Simon teach, in the end though I decided to leave it blank because I couldn't be sure

See im from Asia so the education system here is extremely different from the UK/US, and I got kinda confused and overwhelmed with the choices XD so I just left it blank

I was going to write them with STEM majors, but eeerrr Idk, cant really picture Price or Simon as engineer or medicine lecturers(iykyk)(rise up my STEM sisters and brothers-)

Perhaps you can give me some thoughts about it, I was thinking something about History for Price, then something about Linguistic/Statistic/Psychology for Simon

Okay, Gaz also made an appearance on the fic((of course he did, my precious bb)), now for him I have a solid idea to make him Pharmacology based or at least somewhere along the healthcare sector, hence the Dr

I might, also bring Soap in the future, but I dont know how or what his role will be yet (gym tutor? physical therapist?)

Will I make this into a poly thing? Im not sure, probably not XD but I might do a special moment with Gaz bcuz im that bias

oh yeah, forgot add on, but yes there's a reason for the name changes(Mr Riley to Simon) and name that stayed (Prof Price), its just to further show that Price has the power and all the sayings (you know cuz he is the Captain originally so I wanted to bring that over)

You wanna call him John? mmmm that's gonna take some convincing and time >:)

Lastly, some future plans (no promises) - nsfw here

many h0rny, many ideas, many tired

anyways, Im thinking of xreader individually fic(like Price x you then Simon x you separately), then eventually building it up to both of them destroying you in threesome manner (lovingly)

I want. I want to write Price being mEAN YALL-

Like him bullying you and putting a vibrat0r inside you and force you to come out to write something on the board in front of everyone, dialing up the intensity as you try your hardest not to cum right there

or or or or or

thinking about c0ckwarming under his desk- raaasdajdgajdh

then Simon...oh sweet sweet Simon

Im thinking maybe dom!reader, just a maybe.

Riding him until he's a whimpering sobbing mess

Idk if anyone remembered, but u know this part?

yeah, maaaaaybe Simon has that exhibitionism kink

so lets abuse that shall we

thinking of doing it in the car park/in his car, you giving him head under the steering wheel as he pulls down the car window slightly to talk to a student who just wanted to chat

Poor him trying to be calm and steady his tone as his knuckles turned white, hands clammy as you suck harder, not giving a damn if you're going to draw attention

or or or or or or or

going back to the riding part, tying him up with his tie, not letting him touch you as you ride that dick like your life depends on it, you hear him begging and whimpering, bucking his hips up desperately

im very unwell

ANYWAYS, ye so far, these are the only ideas I have atm, but don't expect me to write it so soon haha

If im gonna be honest, this blog was created when I had a massive art block, and then somehow (even until today!!) my soft fics blew up and ye it escalated from there

not really but also- If you see me write a fic, its usually bcuz im struggling with art, likewise if you followed me on @gomzdraws or twitter, you would notice im more active cause I think for me, drawing is easier than writing

im grateful to be able to express in two mediums tho, even tho I suck at it haha

but I do sincerely want to make this into a series, so I thank everyone for being patience with me, I appreciate it

Ogeh, *brings out a briefcase* recommendation time

if you like Prof AUs, then boi do I have some fics for you here in tumblr

Guyfierii has a long Prof series and they're wonderful

mehh141's amAZING PROF PRICE ART IM CRYING-

Shroomie (one of the first few blog I was exposed to when I started reading cod fics :D) made 2 Prof fics as well - sadly I dont think they're active since April because of uni :(

ajhdkadh sleepyconfusedpotato, the god of both being a great artist and oc!fic writer made a post a while ago about tf141 possible Professor headcannons - give it a look if ya interested

that is all from me, and btw don't feel obligated to comment or send me a text or anything!! The fact that you made it till the end is already making me happy :D thanks for reading my babbling and points LMAO

Have a nice day/night friends :)

#gomzspeaks #academic au

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axelnyx · 1 year

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Desolation Part 3

part 2

Can also be read on ao3

Ch 3: Departure

Soap was right with the assumption that he wouldn’t get much sleep. He spent the night gritting his teeth in pain and curled up on his uninjured side. There were times where he would begin to doze off, only to wake up with a sharp hiss of pain when he would accidentally shift his position.

Soap now glared at his alarm clock. Its bright red numbers, that read 0400, seemingly taunting him. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. He was so fucking tired and the pain from his ribs only seemed to increase with each passing moment. His chest felt tight. He took in a deep breath, attempting to stifle a cough as the air got caught in his lungs. The cough rattled out of his chest and developed into a fit as Soap tried his best to force it down. He quickly sat himself up, not caring that it further agitated his ribs, as each cough sent more pain burning through his side. Tears slipped down his face though now due to pain instead of his earlier frustration.

After a few minutes Soap was able to get his breathing back under control, the tightness in chest having only increased. He wiped his face to rid it of the tear tracks before getting up from the bed. There was no use in laying around if he wasn’t going to be able to sleep. He walked to his door and stepped out into the hallway, deciding he was going to use this time to do something useful. He softly closed his door behind him, not wanting to accidentally disturb anyone, and made his way to his office.

It was there that Gaz found him, just a few hours later, slowly making his way through a pile of paperwork. Gaz didn’t bother to knock as he stepped into the office. “Heard you were staying on base” he said, rounding the desk and standing beside Soap. “Aye, I am.” Soap replied, looking up from the files he was sifting through. Gaz gave him a thoughtful look. “Why?” he asked. Soap had to physically restrain himself from sighing in exasperation, leveling his fellow Sergeant with a playful glare. “Dinnae act like Price dinnae tell ye already.” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. He did his best to hide a grimace as the movement pulled on his side.

Gaz rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of Soap’s desk. “Yeah, but knowing you it wasn’t the truth. I mean come on,” Gaz said, looking at him with disbelief, “You? Doing something useful? It’s unheard of.” Soap suppressed a flinch. He knows that Gaz is joking but that doesn’t stop his chest from aching at the statement. “Yeah, well I gotta do somethin’. Otherwise ah’ll be bored outta my heid.” Soap replied, faking a chuckle. Gaz chuckled with him before suddenly turning serious. “Seriously, Soap. Why do you actually want to stay here?” he asked, looking at Soap with a concerned expression.

Soap almost caved at Gaz’s expression. He was so tempted to spill his guts to the man and tell Gaz the truth behind his reason for staying. To tell him he had no one to go back to. No one who would tolerate his presence outside of the base. That he would not be able to bear being alone with his own thoughts. That his mind played tricks on him when he was alone. But Soap knew that he couldn’t. Gaz either wouldn’t understand or would think that he was weak.

Gaz’s look of concern intensified the longer Soap went without answering. Soap looked away from him. “Like I told Price,” he said, glancing up at Gaz “Someone needs to keep an eye on things around here and I have paperwork to catch up on.” Gaz looked like he wanted to argue but was cut off by a knock on the door. “Come in,” Soap called out. One of the rookies stepped into the office. “I came to inform Sargeant Garrick that it’s almost time for him to leave” they said, glancing between Soap and Gaz. Gaz nodded at the Sergeant as a form of dismissal and the rookie quickly left the room.

Gaz sighed and stood up from the desk, turning towards Soap. “Just take care of yourself, yeah?” he said. Soap nodded in response, not meeting his eyes. Gaz sighed again and walked towards the door, looking back one last time at Soap with a worried expression before stepping out of the office.

Soap let out a sigh of his own when he heard the door click shut. He closed his eyes and took a moment to gather his thoughts. He hated lying to his teammates but it’s better than burdening them with his problems.

Soap carefully stood up from his chair, being mindful of his bruised ribs, before making his way to the door. He had promised Price that he would see them off so he slowly started making his way to the tarmac.

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Soap stood on the tarmac watching as his team members boarded the plane that would take them wherever they decided to stay. Price had hung back a bit, clearly intent on having one last word with him. “You sure you want to stay here, son?” he asked, placing a hand on Soap’s shoulder. “Dinnea worry ‘bout me, auld man,” Soap said, hoping his smile looked more believable than it felt, “I’ll hold doon the fort while you lot are takin’ yer lil’ vacation.” Price chuckled and gave his shoulder a light squeeze before turning towards the plane where Ghost and Gaz were waiting for him. He boarded the plane before turning back one last time and saying, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need me.” Soap plastered a tight smile onto his face and held up a thumbs up, signaling that he heard Price.

If Soap hadn't been paying so close attention to his teammates’ reactions, he wouldn’t have noticed Gaz’s brows furrow with worry or Ghost narrowing his eyes at him. As if the man was trying to look through him. Even Price seemed to have noticed the slight change in Soap’s demeanor, his mouth dipping downwards a bit before going back up into a smile. With a final nod, the captain turned his back and fully stepped into the plane, the ramp closing behind him.

Soap took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself and immediately regretted it as his ribs ached in protest. He grit his teeth as he made his way back towards his room, each step causing sharp pain to spread across his injured side. He was about to round the corner that led to his team’s wing that had their rooms, when a rookie came speeding around the corner and slamming into him. Soap clenched his jaw to cut off the wounded sound he made as his injured ribs were jostled. Both he and the rookie tumbled to the ground, landing with a loud thud.

“I am so sorry, Sergeant,” the rookie quickly said, scrambling to pick himself off the floor. Soap paid little attention to him as he struggled to regain his breath and keep any pained sounds from escaping his throat. “Are ye out yer fuckin’ heid?” he spat through clenched teeth, glaring up at the rookie that was now standing over him. “I’m so sorry,” the rookie repeated, offering Soap a hand to pull him up. Soap accepted the hand with a huff and the rookie quickly pulled him to his feet. He flinched and tried his best to hide a grimace as the movement increased the already growing pain of his bruised ribs. The rookie, ever observant as they are trained to be, immediately noticed his discomfort. “Are you alright, sir? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, a look of genuine concern on his face. Soap let out a sign and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, plastering on a strained smile, “just pulled somethin’ on the last mission s’all.” The rookie hesitantly nodded before apologizing again for running into him. “S’alright,” Soap said, “but be a bit more careful next, aye?” “Yes, sir” the rookie replied, before saying goodbye and continuing on his path.

The second the rookie was out of sight, Soap quickly made his way to his room. He closed and locked the door before leaning his back against it. After taking a second to compose himself he walked to his bed. He carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and gripped the covers at his side tightly.

It was going to be a rough couple of weeks.

#john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soapghost #kyle gaz garrick #john price #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #call of duty #mw2 fanfic #call of duty mw2 #hurt/comfort #johnny mactavish #task force 141 #tf 141 #kate laswell #captain john price

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professormembranexreader · 3 years

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Jealous! Membrane x Male! Reader (Smut)

Includes: BDSM, Public sex, Anal, Dirty talk, Degradation

(Y/N)'s POV

"Dad, hurry up. We're going to miss the Bigfoot hunt!" Dib shouted.

"I've told you before, son. It's just a hiking trip." Membrane sighed. I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

Membrane and I decided to go camping with Dib over the weekend. Gaz was hanging out with her friend Tak, whose dad owned the DEE-licious Weenie company. They seemed to understand each other... somehow. Miguel and I were just glad she had a friend her age.

Where was I? Oh, right. Miguel and I had taken Dib with us on a camping trip. We thought it would be good to get him out of the house and off his "alien monitors". Why he insisted on spying on the neighbor kid was unsure, but it needed to be stopped.

Unfortunately, this is the best we could do.

We were currently getting ready for the hiking trip. And by we, I mean Miguel. He never liked getting help unless it was for science or absolutely necessary.

And that meant he got his hair spike stuck on his turtleneck for quite some time before he accepted help from me.

He eventually gave up. The pestering from his son was too much. Giggling, I pulled the hair out of the collar. He pulled the turtleneck down and over his pants. With him finally ready, we rushed to the hiking trail.

We were, luckily, not the last family there. Thanks to my expertise in getting Miguel's hair out of his collar and his robotic arms, we managed to get there a few minutes before the last group.

"Welcome, everyone!" The guide said. "How are you all today?"

The group responded with various loud answers.

"Good to hear! Now today, we're gonna go on a simple hike. Feel free to take pictures as I tell you about the story of the land!"

"Now, I need a helper..." The guide said, scanning the crowd.

"How about this handsome man help me guide the way?" The hiking guide said, pointing at me.

I blushed, and quietly stuttered out, "I don't really know the area that well..."

"What was that? You need to speak up, sweetheart." The guide said chuckling.

Membrane put his arm around my shoulder and lifted his glove to reveal a ring around one of his robotic fingers. The light caught his goggles, turning them white under the sun's glare.

"My husband said he didn't know the area." He said, gravely.

The guide's face went pale, mortified at the realization. While I appreciated no longer being called pet names by a random stranger, I still felt bad for them.

"Miguel..." I whispered.

He turned his head towards the faint noise. "¿Sí, mi amor?"

"Did you have to scare them like that?" I asked. "They were being inappropriate, but that was a bit much..."

While the lower half of his face was covered, I could tell he was frowning from the furrowing of his brows.

"They were flirting with you." He said. "If anything, I should've done more. I'm not going to sit by and watch as someone else steals your heart."

"And I'll do anything to make sure you stay with me~" He whispered in my ear. I blushed and elbowed him in the chest.

"You!" I started. But I was cut off by a kiss on the cheek. That lucky bastard...

The rest of the hike, we stayed in the back. With the exception of Dib, who was at the very front. The guide tried to play it off, but we could tell they were nervous, now knowing they had flirted with a married man. When we got back to the campsite, it was getting close to dinner time.

God knows that Miguel can't cook, so I took over the grill. It was already preheated, so I started the fire and put some (meat/tofu) patties on the grill.

I asked Miguel to do something he couldn't possibly mess up: getting the buns and toppings. He successfully set them down on a table Placed next to the grill.

Soon the patties were cooked , leaving me to make the actual burgers. I made one for each of us, making each one how we liked them.

I don't mean to brag, but I'm a pretty good cook. Not terrible at least. And I've been told I grill a pretty mean burger. So I wasn't too surprised when Dib had finished his as soon as I gave it to him. I simply laughed it off as we finished our meals.

Miguel took off his goggles and pulled down his turtleneck so that it no longer covered his face. I had no clue why he constantly covered his face—he was devilishly handsome. He had a five o'clock shadow, indicating he hadn't shaved in a while. He had high cheekbones, which were still noticeable although covered in a bit of baby fat that rounded out his face. Not to mention the killer eyebrows. Needless to say, he was pretty handsome.

I caught myself staring at him and blushed. I set my head on his shoulder; the action was reciprocated. We watched the stars as Dib ran out his extra energy.

Soon it was Dib's bedtime. And he came back to us, all tuckered out. We ushered him into his tent. Miguel tucked him in and kissed his forehead like every night before rejoining me outside.

"Were you jealous?" I said, seemingly out of nowhere. But I'd been thinking back to earlier in the day.

"What... what are you talking about?" He said laughing nervously.

"Were you jealous back at the hike?" I said, clarifying.

"Oh...um..." His face turned bright red.

"It's not a bad thing, Miguel..." I said putting a hand over his.

"Haré lo que sea necesario para ti." He mumbled.

"Anything?" I said with a mischievous smirk. Miguel began to visibly regret what he said.

"What would you have in mind?" He asked.

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His fingers stretched my hole. It didn't take as much as it did the first time since he stretched me so wide. But preparation is key. He prepared some lube and spread it around my insides.

He slowly pushed himself inside me, earning a sharp gasp. He let me adjust for a few seconds, but soon enough, his cock thrusted inside of me mercilessly. In and out of my ass, leaving me no time to recover.

"¿Te gustaría ese? Tú perra." He growled into my ear.

I bit my lip—we were still in a public place. Dib was in the tent next to us. Not even mentioning the other campers.

I had to stay quiet, but it was so hard when I was being brutally fucked in the ass by my husband. It was more than hard. It was near impossible. I'd always been the more vocal of the two of us. Having to restrain myself like this in such a manner was a painstaking task.

"Oh, god. Miguel~" I muttered under my breath.

"Shhhh~ A Papi le cuidaría de ti~" he groaned into my ear. All I could hear was the sound of his ballsack hitting my cheeks.

God, you're making this so homoerotic. It's almost sexy.

I clamped a hand down over my mouth as he pushed inside my walls. It was so fucking hard to stay quiet. Then he did something that made it even harder to stay quiet.

He took one of his gloved robotic hands and began to jerk me off. I gasped at the doubling sense of pleasure.

"Tch, ¿qué te digo?" He said, momentarily stopping to smack my ass with his other hand. I let out a soft moan.

"Si tú sobrepasas las reglas, te castigaré."

He spread my legs further apart. His subsequent thrusts felt like heaven. I was starting to get lost in the pleasure when he found it. He found it. Oh god he found it. I moaned loudly into my hand.

"Jaja, te gusta ese, ¿no?" He whispered into my ear.

"Sí, Papí~" I moaned out. While I didn't usually speak it myself, I knew enough Spanish to understand what he said in the language. And I also knew enough to turn him on. He grunted and thrusted harder.

It felt like he was rearranging my insides in the most pleasant way. I bit my thumb as he attacked my prostate. He wouldn't stop until both of us were ready. I tried to hold myself back until he gave me the indication. I groaned openly into the bottom of the tent, earning another slap on the ass. I tapped the ground twice, our signal of being close.

He stopped jerking me off and instead used both hands to slam himself deeper inside me. My eyes rolled up as I tried to help him thrust into me even farther. I buried my face in my arms, trying to muffle my moans.

Before long, Miguel was clinging to my back, thrusts rough and sloppy.

"Estoy cerca de-"

"Me too!" I whisper-yelled. My grip on the ground tightened as the knot unraveled. Cum spilled from my cock as I felt a familiar heat inside my ass. I moved to my side and laid on the floor of the tent. Meanwhile, Miguel quickly got out the towels and started cleaning up.

Once he was done, he helped me into the sleeping bag we would be sharing. He laid on my chest and mumbled Spanish into my skin as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Nothing mattered in that moment. Not the morning, not what happened before... Only here and now mattered. And we were together.

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

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physicalturian · 3 years

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Why don’t you listen to me? Law x GN! Reader - Part 3

Spoilers for : Punk Hazard and Dressrosa arcs [No gender used for the reader, no physical description, everyone is +18] Words : 3341 Archive of our own Bad flirting, fluff, embarrassment No warnings, if you feel like I should put some, send me a DM or an ask!

… Part 1 - Part 2

“Good morning my two lovebirds, how was the evening? Was the sky clear enough for you to stargaze?” The skeleton said happily.

I felt my face heat up when he pointed his last question at me, has he heard my discussion with Robin? We did not even stargaze, I did not have the courage to suggest that, because I’m an idiot. “Mister Brook, you’re awake- what a lifesaver you are! Would you be so kind-“

“Bone-ya, your turn to watch over the gaz idiot, he’s dead asleep right now so you get the easy part.” Law stated before standing up, blankets in hands, as he pulled me up with him and tugged me towards the door that led inside the cabin. I followed his fast pace and once we were inside, he let go of me without looking back at me.

“I’m already using the free bed in the men’s quarter, I’ll check if there’s a spare bed somewhere-“ A soft voice interrupted Law, a voice I knew quite well already. Facing the source of it, Robin had a towel around her shoulders as she dried her hair.

“My bed’s free, since I’m awake,” looking at me she smiled brightly, “You can use it, I don’t think Nami will mind. She’s a quite the heavy sleeper.” I was a bit surprised by her suggestion, but considering the look on her face, she really did not mind. I nodded slowly. “Thank you, I would love that.”

Turning around to give my captain a look, I smiled. “I’ll be off then, good night- or like, morning, but you get me. Good sleep.” I felt a weird feeling in stomach when he smiled back, albeit a bit tiredly, it was still genuine. Before I left, he placed his hand on my head a few seconds, not doing anything, then walked away without another word, his hand falling to his side. I stood there a bit confused, then looked back at Robin when she cleared her throat right next to me.

“Ah right, show me the way, I’m right behind you.” I told her as she walked in front of me once more, helping me through the ship until we finally reached the quarters. As I was about to enter the room, she put her arm right in front of it, stopping me right there. Meeting her eyes, I saw a certain mischievousness to it and sighed internally. This is about last night; she is definitely going to mention it-

“How was the evening with your captain? Have you made a move?” I couldn’t help but return her smile, she seemed to excited by all this. Almost as invested as I was, it was like having a friend. She had such a warm aura; I had no choice but answer her truthfully.

“It was… something? And I did not make a move- I said I was not going to do anything, and I didn’t. No matter how cute he looked ok? I just,” Moving my hand, flat in front of me in a calming gesture, I exhaled, “I just need to ignore it and it’ll be fine, right?” A charming laugh escaped her lips, she moved her hand in front of it as it grew a bit louder.

“You’re oblivious, it’s painful to see. Do you not see him trying?” She asked between laughs. I scoffed nervously, intertwining my hands together in front of me, I looked askance.

“Trying what? What do you mean?” A small part of me had a hint of what she was saying but I did not want to get my hopes up, I knew him a lot longer than she did, I knew how to read him.

She knew him for a few days, barely, I was better at this, right? Sighing my name, she shook her head. “You have my full support for this, but the others want to see how long it’ll take for you both to come to the realization. I don’t want you to never understand, so I’ll say this: Law clearly likes you, have you not noticed?”

With another nervous laugh, I had a crisped smile. “But does he though? He’s just being nice; he might not look like it but he’s a real kind man.” I continued, making the fruit user exhale once more. She then chuckled and turned around, adding that it’ll take more time than expected then she bid me goodnight.

Left to my own device, I stood by the door a moment, taking in what she had said. Weighting her words in my head, I hardly saw her as someone who’d lie or play with others; But at the same time, I did not know her enough, and I knew how to read Law’s behavior, or did I? Maybe I was too biased now to see anything. Then it would make sense that she saw things differently and he might like me? No, no… Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and exhaled loudly. I need sleep, I can’t start hoping like that, I had to focus on where we were going and what was at stake. Yes, taking down one of the Seven Warlord of the Sea, it’s not that had. They had a plan, right? My brain was starting to overthink as I slid under the blanket of the empty bed in the room. I had barely caught a glimpse of the thief’s form, for she was hidden beneath the blankets, cocooned.

Ironically, it’s when you sought sleep the hardest that it did not come.

I looked at the ceiling of the quarters, minutes after minutes. I was tired, but I could not fall asleep. After some time, I even heard Nami get up and get prepared, maybe even heard a gasp from her when she saw me sleeping in her friend’s bed but she probably understood quick enough.

Once she left, I was alone with my thoughts once more. I heard each and every creak the ship was making. Every step echoing against the wooden floor, under me. Voices talking semi-loudly, things being lifted. The boat in itself was coming alive as everyone awoke to their usual time. But after an hour I was still wide awake. I tried, I tried hard but I was not used to it. I missed the muffling sound of submarine when we’d be underwater. I was used to the sound of steps on the metallic ground, not the wooden one. And the constant pressuring feeling of being underwater, it had been not been so long ago since I was in the submarine and yet I was already missing it. “It’s going to be hard to sleep here. Who would have thought, uh.” I huffed as I threw the blanket off myself and got out of bed, making sure to make it properly before leaving the room.

Once I shuffled out of the room, opening the curtains as I did so, I was about to go downstairs when I bumped into something, someone.

“Shit, sorry-“ moving my hands from in front of myself, I looked at the person and made a surprised face. “Law? Why aren’t you asleep?”

He scoffed, “Why aren’t you?” he returned the question, giving me a once over before looking to the side.

“I can’t sleep, I’m not used to being on the water. I usually sleep when we’re moving underwater, so it’s pretty weird, and noisy too.” I explained with a laugh before asking him why he wasn’t asleep.

“I can’t sleep either. Bepo is usually my go to pillow.” He stated, his eyes squinted at the light hitting us on the deck.

Pursing my lips, I made a noise then cleared my throat. “I might not be as comfortable as Bepo but if you need a pillow, I can try my best.” I suggested half-jokingly, hoping that if it was too much, he’d laugh it off. But instead of laughing, he met my gaze and quirked a brow.

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” He teased; a sly smirk painted on his face.

I grimaced in answer, running my hand on my scalp. I decided to flee the embarrassment, “I was just, suggesting something- But hey, you know what? I’ll just try to go back to sleep, I did sleep well in that room up there, so uh- see you?” I said as I pointed to the crow nest, the moment I use my devil fruit ability to teleport up there, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It startled me but I stayed focused and got us there safely, but not without almost dropping him mid-air. As our feet touched the ground, I quickly faced Law, my brows furrowed.

“A bit of a warning next time would be nice, you scared me!”

“Do you plan on sleeping long?” I was a bit disturbed by his question, the awkward smile on my face definitely portraying so.

“I hope so? I don’t really know, it truly depends on how well of a blanket you are, really.” I replied playfully, giving him a side-look. He rolled his eyes before putting his hand on my shoulder once more,

“Zoro-ya will probably go to the gym once he wakes up, I don’t want to get interrupted. We’ll take the infirmary bed.”

From the tone of his voice, it’s not like I had a choice. Although he had a point, I did not want to be woken up by the sound of weights being lifted from the ground and hitting it every few minutes. It would be quite annoying indeed. Agreeing with my captain, I gave him a curt nod and teleported us back downstairs, and we made our way to the infirmary. As we did so, Law was careful enough to grab the blankets from last night then brought us to the room in question. He did not bother knocking, and simply went inside, startling the young reindeer who was working at his desk. “To-Torao! What- you scared me! Why are you here-“ Law interrupted the doctor, mumbling he needed the bed. I could see he was getting snappy from his lack of sleep so I pushed him aside and gave a wide smile to the blue-nosed reindeer.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you like this, it’s just that we had a long night, watching over Caesar and all- what Law meant to say is: could we borrow your infirmary for a few hours, just enough to get some sleep?” The youngest of the crew was like a deer caught in the spotlight, literally, he also seemed pensive for a moment. When he eyes looked to the side, he quickly looked back at me and chuckled nervously.

“Y-yeah, sure! But don’t- don’t do anything nasty or-or stuff like that! It’s still my room- and I have things to do today!” He tried to hide his nervousness as he slowly stepped away, towards the door but he was clearly feeling strange.

We waited until he left the room before talking. “You were this close to snapping at him. You can’t snap at doctor Chopper, he seems so nice!” I exclaimed, observing Law’s actions. In a few movements, he had taken the mattress of the bed and put it on the floor, throwing the pillows and blankets with it. I looked, intrigued, as he settled everything the way he wanted before taking his hat and coat off.

“It… surprisingly looks cozy. Well done Captain.” The look he gave me almost made me choke, I squeaked his name instead as I joined him on the floor, moving the number of pillows I liked to have it right under my head. Once I was laying comfortably, I heard the click of the light being turned off and then I felt the weight of Law’s body next to me.

“Do you want a pillow? Or is my body enough-“ I gasped when I felt his hand on me, as if he was testing how comfy it’d be. I was grateful for the lights being turned off because my face surely heated up the moment, he touched me.

Without hearing his answer, I put a pillow on my stomach and patted it loudly for him to lay down. “Come on, off you go. Hopefully I’ll be Bepo-worthy.” I breathed out in the darkness.

“Try to get some sleep,” he said my name softly before laying down on the pillow that was set on my stomach. I did not reply right away, instead I had my hands in the air, just barely lifted from myself but still, raised. I did not know where to put them. I would often sleep on the side or with my hands on my stomach or over my eyes but I couldn’t do that right now. As I was about to force myself to just have them at my side, instead the usual position I’d sleep in, Law’s voice reached my ears, his soothing voice saying my name. “Just put your hands down please, you’re stressing me out.”

“Well, with your stupidly nice face on me, I don’t know where to put my hands, ok?” I hissed/whispered back, his hand suddenly grabbed mine and shuffled on his spot; He moved so that he was now on his stomach, face in the pillow as he spoke, a bit unclearly.

“Put it on my back, I don’t care. But please, sleep.” He whispered. At this very moment I found out I did not mind it at all when he spoke softly like that, dare I say I found it quite endearing. But I did not mention it. I placed my hand on his back and closed my eyes, sighing.

“’m sorry, good night Law.” He mumbled something in return, but all I could hear was the weird way he said my name into the pillow.

Soon enough, we both drifted to sleep. I hardly had time to focus on the noises around me, too enthralled by the breathing that was happening on me. But it helped, once I focused on his breathing, I was quick to join the land of dreams. However, during my little time of sleep, I was woken up by some thrashing coming from Law. His legs twitching, sometimes kicking as one of his hand gripped his pillow tighter, while the other was under the pillow and over my waist, his fingers gripping at nothing.

Hesitantly, I touched his back gently and grabbed his hand, calling out his name in the softest way I could. “Hey… Law? Hey, you’re alright. You’re good, we’re in the Sunny, with the Straw Hats. Law, are you okay?” Soon after, he stopped trashing and calmed down, his expression a lot softer than a minute ago. Without an answer, I sighed tiredly and pulled the blanket over his shivering form, rubbing his back as I fell back asleep. The rest was of the night went on without a hitch.

Not that I’d ever admit it, but it was probably one of the best naps, or night during the day, I have ever had. It was comfortable to have that weight on my body, it was very different from the pressure of the submarine but I found it comforting nonetheless.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. And our end was the loud sound of the door to the infirmary being slammed open, startling me awake. I cursed under my breath as I tried to focus on the blinding light that was coming from the entrance.

“Chopper needs his infirmary!“

“Nami, Nami! I said it could wait a few more hours- let them sleep, they clearly both need it, have you seen how tired they look-“ his face turned bright red as his mouth opened, as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have.

Only half awake, I blinked a few more times to see the people in front of me more clearly. “Give us a minute, we’ll come out- just a few more minutes.” I think I slurred. I knew it wasn’t articulate, but I also knew I tried my best to speak as clear as I could. The famous thief sighed loudly, mumbling something about being two idiots, lovebirds and better not be doing weird shit in there. Chopper, right next to her, was still in shock and seemed to be stuttering as he said he did not mind if we stayed a bit more, he’ll come back later.

When they left, closing the door behind, I slumped back on the pillow and sighed, almost choking when I felt a breeze on my stomach. Trying to see the shape in the darkness, and with a bit of time, I understood why Chopper was surprised. Law’s face was no more on the pillow I had set on my stomach, but was just resting on my bare stomach. My shirt having risen during the night, his warm breath was tickling my skin at each exhale. My heartbeat suddenly sped up and I hesitantly put my hand on his hair to push him away, but he spoke at that very moment.

“I dare you to do that.”

I stopped right away, scoffing. “I thought you were asleep. Did you hear what they said? We have to get out.” I whispered back, not moving my hand from his hair. He huffed a laugh, making my skin tingle. I don’t know if I hated or loved the feeling of his jaw moving against my stomach, but it was something.

“Tony-ya said he’d come back in a few hours. We still have time.” His fingers graze against my waist, and I jerked at the sudden touch. “Unless you want to go, it’s fine by me.” He breathed. In my mind, things were going all over. I did not know what to do, should I leave and just end this right there? Whatever this is? I mean, he probably just moved during his sleep, he did not do that willingly, I think. Or maybe I should stay? Enjoy the only time this’ll ever happen and just act casual. How could I act casual when I could feel his rough beard grazing my skin every time he spoke? Fuck.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of his hair and placed my hand back on his back. “I’ll stay, it’s fine. I was sleeping well, I think I’d like to do that some more, yeah…” I trailed off, closing my eyes but still not fully relaxed. If I did not know better, I’d say the man on me was snuggling up but I think he was just getting more comfortable. “Good, because I was also sleeping soundly until that thief came crashing in,” he mumbled before continuing, “They always have to be so loud, it gets on my nerves.” He muttered.

I chuckled and rubbed is back as I said, “You can’t complain, you chose them as your allies. Plus, they’re loud but they seem nice. I think it’s a good choice, you could have chosen someone like- Eustass Kid or someone like that, that would have been something.” At this point I was fully awake, but I could see the time it took for Law to answer, he was slowly falling back asleep.

“Never. Redhaired idiot, too much.” Ah, he was past the point of making sentences.

“Sleep, please.” He added as his final word, gently pressing a kiss on my skin.

Wait- what? I covered my mouth in surprise, looking down where he was, for what I could see in the darkness at least. Maybe, maybe Robin was right? Or did he do it just, out of habit or something? I don’t think he kisses Bepo, my own thought made me laugh but I quickly shook that thought off. Bringing my hand to his back once more, I slowly slid it to his hair, brushing my thumb through it. What is he doing to me? I thought as I closed my eyes and slowly faded back to sleep.

[Part 4]

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monofpoke4life · 3 years

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Once Upon a Rooftop

(AN: This originally started as a livewrite on discord with the prompts Roof and Dance, and this is what I came up with. I thought I’d share it here. Note: Dance companies make you sign up for more than one class of different dance styles. Also, you don’t control the outfits, especially for something like The Nutcracker. It’s like a uniform. Lmao, can’t believe I had a review on ff.net that didn’t know that. Anyway, please enjoy).

Zim clamped his mouth shut as he peered into the hallway from inside the vent. His analytical gaze watched closely as a pair of boots passed by. The shadow of his enemy's abnormally large head trailed behind him.

The boots squeaked as they cautiously rounded a corner, ready for an ambush that never came. There was a pause, and the owner of the boots continued forward. Only when he could no longer hear the footsteps did Zim dare to emerge from his dusty, makeshift cave. Quickly taking a moment to brush the dust off, he dashed up the stairs to escape pursuit.

Higher and higher he climbed, never daring to stop in one of the classrooms. That's where the Dib-armadillo wanted him to hide! But as a formidable, Irken war machine, such as himself, the mighty Zim was much too smart for that.

Not to mention he just wanted to desperately leave this citadel full of the stench of humiliation and shame that humans called "Hi-Skool."

It was bad enough that, for the sake of his mission, his presence was required to be here during the daytime, but to stay for research only to end up in failure was even more torturous, especially when Dib started chasing him.

As his mind reminded him of his failure, just as he swiftly approached the lone, cold door, he channeled all of his frustration into ramming the normally locked door. He was so lost in his ire that he failed to notice the door propped open by a fist sized stone.

"HAHA-" Zim screamed in triumph, bursting through the rooftop doors with a bit of a stumble. It immediately swung back and hit him, knocking him over. Springing to his feet, he screeched at the loathsome thing! How dare it lay its nonexistent hands upon his greatness!

His pak legs sprung free with the ends glowing red-hot, ready to deal the final blow, but a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"If you destroy it, the alarm will go off."

Zim's fists tightened and his pak legs instantly retreated. His skin prickled at the sound of her voice, and he whirled around on his heel.

"You didn't see anything!" The words belted from his mouth before he fully turned. However, now that he had, and taking in the sight of the Dib-sister, his tirade of insults fell short.

His face frozen in indignant anger as he gawked. The earth's filthy moon bathed her in an otherworldly glow as it reflected off vast expanse of rarely exposed skin and the sheer, white fabric of her pitiful earth attire. As her “long tunic” swayed in the breeze, he couldn't help but think she looked like that white thingy upon Dib-dirt's shirt. Of course, she was much more not unpleasant to look at.

His mind nearly blanked in captivation before her response snapped him back to reality.

"Should've known you'd find me. I mean, you've only followed me for like what? Two weeks?"

"What?! No I haven't! Don't be ridiculous! An Irken as mighty as Zim has no need to follow the likes of you! I have way more important things to do than that."

Gaz narrowed her eyes as he nonchalantly sat beside her, yet she observed his eyes flicking frantically around at anywhere else but at her. His back stiff as a board as he leaned against the air conditioning unit, and claws nervously clicking against the warm roof.

"Okay, let's pretend I believe you. What important things are you doing here?"

The change in his mood was instantaneous as he smirked, and puffed his chest like a proud peacock. "Oh silly little Gaz, isn't it obvious?"

He offhandedly gestured towards her from head to toe, doing nothing more than conflicting his previous words and confusing her more.

Unfortunately, her puzzled glare did nothing more than feed his ego. He sent her a devious, superior grin that made her want to punch him, and made her stomach do tiny flips. "Oh you don't know? Well, I suppose such effects are to be expected from such a powerful form of hypnosis capable of ensnaring the little Gaz."

"Hypnosis?" Okay, now the alien grass stain really had her confused as she let herself blurt her puzzlement. She knew he misinterpreted human things all the time with his logic, or his lack there of entirely, but she could usually make some sense out of his backwards nonsense. Unfortunately, this time she was at a loss.

He nodded, his grin grew wider, as he continued. "Yes, the one you clearly broke out of since you are no longer in the audi-toe-rem with the rest of the frilly filthies. I expect nothing less from someone as superior as Little Gaz."

Gaz bit her lip as a slight heat rose to her cheeks. She normally didn't care much for compliments, but one said so flippantly and without some form of backhandedness was actually a welcome compliment.

However, she couldn't bask in it, nor did she want to, as she finally had some clues to work off of. Her eyes narrowed once more at him as her mind whirled through the possibilities a mile a minute.

"Hypnosis in the auditorium?" As she said it aloud, memories of why she was even on the roof, in this stupid dress, made her fists clench at her side.

Ignoring her knuckles turning white, Zim obliviously elaborated, "Yes, I stumbled across it's magnificent power in the gym two weeks ago."

"Oh what a coincidence," Gaz growled.

Normally, this would strike fear in those around her within a 20 ft radius, but Zim turned to her, unfazed, as he bragged, "I know right? Sometimes my brilliance amazes even me!"

"I suppose somebody has to be."

"At first I thought of how pitiful and weak minded humans were to fall for such simple methods of mind control such as dainty and weak music coming from a rounded box. With they're rapid twirly movements and unnaturally pointed shoes, they all looked like flailing flobblewumps!" He screamed that last part.

At the mention of some creature she didn't know of, he threw his head back to laugh at the ridiculous memory.

"Quit screaming in my ear before I turn you into a flag."

His mouth abruptly clicked shut. He glared at her. She stood up, and he flinched. She smirked at that, before leaning back and hopping on top of the ac unit, ignoring the high voltage sticker.

He opened his mouth once more, but she cut him off.

"Oh keep bragging about your brilliance and tell me what changed. Just not so loud."

Her "compliment," despite sarcastic, had its desired effect as Zim stood. Brushing himself off of imaginary dirt and congratulating her for finally noticing how great he is, until he stopped as something finally clicked in his mind. "Eh? Change? What change? Zim is still brilliant."

Gaz rolled her eyes at that. "You said the hypnosis was simple and weak. I'm assuming you didn't think it was worth your time, but you're here looking for it, right?"

"Affirmative."

"Then what changed? What made it worthy of the powerful Zim?"

Zim's narrowed eyes immediately lit up at that. In fact, they seemed to glimmer at her like a kid being handed a lollipop, as he bragged, "You finally acknowledge my superiority"

"I never said that."

"I suppose that hypnosis has some benefits. In any case, if you must know, it was during my observations that I noticed among the group was the deadly Little Gaz. Someone as strong in strength and mind would never fall for such a weak hypnosis, meaning it's power was far greater than even my powerful Irken brain meats could fathom! I knew I had to make it my own!"

"I suppose me being in a revealing leotard and tights had nothing to do with it?"

"Eh? You were not wearing any fur?"

"Leotard, Zim. Le-o-tard. Not leopard." Gaz shook her head at this not knowing whether to smile and let the chuckle bubbling up from her throat out or frown and squash it down. Zim's misunderstanding logic was always good for a laugh, yet it unsettled her how easily she could follow his logic. She'd been spending too much time with him.

"Eh?! No that's- I was just testing you! After experiencing such a powerful hypnosis, one's meat functions of their mind might not come back. Just making sure everything was there. It is. You're in top tip shape like a good soldier. Yes indeed ha ha Ha ha ha."

Zim didn't realize until it was too late that he instinctively reached out and patted her head. He'd gotten more "human" and "handy" as of late with Gir, and giving little praises usually involved patting his metallic head. So he didn’t realize he’d done the same to her until it was too late.

The feeling of her soft hair beneath his gloved-touch sent him reeling back. His arm immediately clutched to his chest as if he had been struck by a snake.

Well, definitely something akin to it. The Gaz-beast was quite known for her brutal fists, merciless kicks, sharp nails, and power that could make even full grown human-filthies soil themselves at just a glance. The former three he knew very well from personal experience, so he wasn't wrong to assume what was surely to come.

After all, nobody touched the Dib-sister without retaliation.

Well, actually there was that one time he…

Zim shook his head to dispel the thoughts from his mind. Something was wrong. He was still able to think. Too many thoughts and not enough pain for someone about to stare into the depths of hell of her amber eyes. He should be experiencing more pain than thoughts right now. So why wasn't he?

Zim opened his eyes, that he didn't remember closing, and found himself still very much alive and still very much not in pain. Also, it was too quiet. He at least expected to hear the sounds of a nightmare world without waking; however, all that met his hidden antennae was the muffled sound of the gentle winds.

Tentatively, Zim glanced out of the corner of his eye. Maybe she hadn't noticed the touch? No! That was impossible! The Gaz didn't miss anything! She must have her reasons.

Feeling braver from his lack of death, Zim turned his head, and found himself transfixed by the wisps of see-through material of her long tunic dancing upon the breeze. A dress, if he remembered correctly.

His gaze shifted down to the clear outline of white, tight covered legs and those bizarre shoes she wore. Their white, shiny, cloth exterior also shined within the moonlight as they shook.

Wait, shook?

Immediately his eyes flicked back up to the rest of her to find her shoulders shaking as well. Her arms crossed in a manner as if she were hugging herself, and her head was tilted down in a way her bangs hid her more pleasant than average face.

Was she? Was Gaz- No! She wouldn't! She couldn't...could she? Well, she was only human. A regretful feature, but surely...by the Control Brains what should he do?

Tentatively he shuffled closer, clearing his throat like a cat hacking up a hairball. Her shoulders began to shake more ever so slightly.

He took a long moment looking at anything but her before finally returning his gaze to her once more. "Little Gaz, are you-" He began as he reached out to touch her shoulder.

However, just before his clawed-tips made contact, her body pitched forward and then back. Her head thrown back as she laughed uproariously.

She was...she was laughing?! At Zim?! It was the only reasonable explanation! Others' stupidity and misfortune always made her laugh, and what she said next only confirmed his suspicions.

"You- haha- you thought I was under hyp- hahaha hypnosis because of my recital?"

"Yes!?" Zim yelled quizzically, desperately trying to use his volume and bravado to hide his embarrassment. It made her snicker. She could never take him seriously when he got like this, let alone the hilarity of the situation.

"That's another type of earth hypnosis, is it not?"

"What did I say about yelling?"

His mouth clicked shut, and she snickered again. It was too easy at times.

"No, it's not," she answered simply as she hopped down from the ac unit. Using the movement as extra time to regain her composure. She was careful not to scuff the satin of her shoes or land awkwardly on the pointes. This night was a shit show enough without her tripping and landing on her face.

Smoothing out her dress, and finally calm enough, Gaz turned to him as she replied, "A recital is a type or performance, usually for dancing. You know what dancing is, right?"

"Yes I know what dancing is!" He angrily hissed back, still feeling tricked from earlier.

His eyes grew wide for talking back to her, something he learned a long time ago to never do to her. His hand slammed fearfully over his mouth, yet Gaz made no move to maim him.

At his response, she merely shrugged and said, "That was a dick move on my part, so let's call it even, okay?"

Zim didn't know the meaning of that one word, but he knew the rest and merely nodded.

Whiner. Anything to save his own skin.

She snickered at him again, and he kept himself calm this time, as he elaborated, "Yeah- well- even by inferior, human standards, the clearly superior vision spheres of Zim have never seen this spinning and leaping dance at school dances."

"That's because it's an old, fancy dance. Earth has tons of outdated dances."

"And what is the dance you were doing? The one that makes you look all-" he trailed off as he found himself at a loss for words. He unconsciously began to wiggle his arm in imitation of a snake, or a wave, or just water. "All liquid-y?"

"Fluidly. The word you're looking for is fluidly, and what happened to humans flailing about like a space alien?"

Zim looked away from her. Pfft. Typical. As he cleared his throat once more, and mumbled something under his breath.

"Spit it out, Zim," she hissed, putting extra venom on his name.

He crossed his arms like a child, kicking a chunk of concrete, before he finally muttered, "You are the least terrible at it out of the group."

Gaz took a deep breath as she fought back the heat in her cheeks, crossing her arms across her chest in what she'd call defiance.

Others would call it protectively. Of course, those others were wrong.

"Thanks, I think. I'm glad somebody liked my dancing. Oh, and by the way, it's called ballet."

"But what does this bullet dance-"

"Ballet."

"Have anything to do with hypnosis?"

Gaz wanted to facepalm at this.

"I just said it wasn't hypnosis. It's an after school activity, like Dib and his stupid marching band or soccer."

"But you are not a server drone! You're of much higher quality than that. I can understand an activity that's a competition like with the game of the ball kicking, but as you said this is to perform, to entertain others? Why would little Gaz want to perform for others?"

At this, Zim regretted his choice of words instantly, as it was like a switch had gone off in Little Gaz's head as she immediately reacted. However, unlike the pain he expected, which would be a welcome change at this point, she took a few steps back, sitting down and turning away all in one movement.

In human terms, he had fucked up, and had fucked up badly.

He clicked his claws together nervously, unsure of his next course of action.

"You...are..." he paused. He needed to choose his words carefully. "You are... unsatisfied?"

"Understatement of the century." Gaz quipped back sarcastically to hide the bubbling emotions that wanted to come to the surface.

"What is it that unsatisfied you, and why are you here and not down there or dooming what ails you?" He asked as he quietly approached. She seemed to be of sound enough mind.

"Zim, if you actually want me to answer then you have to stop asking questions."

He froze in place, just an arms length away. He pondered if he should take a step back, before she took a shuddering breath, and answered, "I'm up here for the same reason I joined this stupid activity."

Finding himself not doomed and nothing was on fire, Zim sat down next to her, imitating her pose of having her knees drawn up to his chest and arms around his knees. He glanced over once more, yet still remained silent.

At his quiet puzzlement, Gaz let out an exasperated sigh as she reflexively covered her face. She didn't want to be here, up here, like this...she should've known better...she did know better, but she left herself hope. Now she was up here with Zim of all people. It was quite ironic if she thought about it. Funny actually.

At the sound of her snicker, he thought she had fooled him again. However, as he turned to face her and to yell, he stopped short as the water droplets dripped down her face.

Zim recoiled as he watched her throw her head back to laugh and cry at the same time. He nervously drummed his claws against the roof tiles, completely unsettled by her insane behavior. Worse still that it was so out of character for someone like her. He merely gulped and remained where sat. Too afraid to move.

"Ya know, it's fucking ironic that the people who like me, aren't even here for me, yet you're here! You! You the alien who hates humans is here for performance and my own family isn't!" Gaz barked out between laughs.

"But the Dib-foot, he is-"

"Is only here because he followed you here. I know. I ran into him before coming up here," she said this time, only a bit quieter as her laughter turned into quiet, choked sobs.

Zim watched her curl herself further into a ball as she desperately wiped at her face, as if just realizing tears were leaking down her cheeks.

Zim looked all around him. There had to be something there to distract the Gaz. Surely something he could set on fire or tip over to cause her devious laughter to spring forth from her and not this crummy...not laughter!

However, he found nothing, and his gaze returned to her once more. What to do? What to do? What to do?!

Gaz stilled as she suddenly felt something touching her hair. It felt like a mix of a pet and a pat like someone who didn't know how to touch others.

She almost wanted to laugh at the mental picture within her head. Even if they weren't the only two on the roof, it was no surprise who this was. After all, nobody else was stupid enough to touch her. Another side of her wanted to break his hand, and the final part of her wanted to see where he would go with this.

"There...there? Yes, there there Little Gaz. Do not fret. Ultra Peepi will live up- Wait-"

Zim frowned and pulled back, rubbing his chin pensively as he realized that was the wrong scenario.

Luckily, despite being unintended, it seemed to work as Zim heard a snicker escape her. His head whipped around to see the liquid had stopped falling, yet she still hid her face from Zim.

Well, it was a start.

There was a moment of silence between them where neither of them dared to say anything. Gaz ran the jagged edge of bitten nail against her shoe, and Zim stretched his legs out, boredly clicked his heels together.

Although, something had to give. Zim was going bonkers with curiosity as he exaggeratedly fought with himself, internally, of whether or not he should say something or to her or something.

When he finally couldn't take it anymore with his shuffling antics, he leaned over, claw raised, and mouth open ready to interrogate her for brain worms left over from the hypnosis, yet she beat him to it.

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?" She stated more as a fact than a question.

"Eh? Was I supposed to?"

Gaz merely shook her head, yet it was unclear if she was dismissing his answer or herself for the question. He wanted to ask more, but the white knuckled grip she had upon her shoe ribbons kept him silent.

Good thing too, as she continued, "Ya know how my dad has been home a lot more? He's been trying to do better at the whole being a dad thing."

Zim listened attentively, but he was unsure why. It's not like it was important to him. Then again... that which was important to the Dib-sister must be important; however, he found his gaze drifting to her hands as they roughly began to untie one of her shoe ribbons.

It was best when in the presence of a predator to keep an eye on their greatest weapons. The only reason. Not because of how merciless she made the frantic job of shoe untying.

"He asked us why we didn't participate in any school activities or if we had any other interests." He flinched as he heard the earthly stitching rip slightly at the extra force she used when she said activities and interests.

"He wanted to expand our horizons and to be supportive of us."

Zim lit up at this, having finally found an opening, as he quipped, "And he did unsatisfactory?"

Zim immediately regretted speaking as she violently slid off her right shoe, and threw it at the gate lining the roof, to make sure people didn't fall off.

Zim scooted backwards as it softly bounced back to them, landing right beside his boot.

Although, despite her lashing out, what she said next surprised him. "Oh no. He did great. Wonderful even! He's been there every step of the way with my dancing and Dib's whatever!"

Zim narrowed his eyes at her as she began to work on her other shoe. Her tone suggested sarcasm, yet he could also tell she meant it. She wasn't lying.

Zim shook his head to ward off his confusion. She was apparently committed to telling him. He just needed to listen.

"But, as you've noticed, he's not here!"

Another rip of her shoe ribbon.

"He's not here, for once, not because of work, but because he decided to be a normal dad and decided to get here in a normal car!"

Two more rips.

"And a normal," rip, "car can't get by a four car pile up on a freeway!"

She yanked her shoe off and threw it at the gate, as she exclaimed louder than intended, "He's not here like always! I got my hopes up, I was let down like always, but it's not his fault and I can't even be mad at him!"

The final shoe bounced back and landed next to her this time. She paid it no mind as she began to rub at her feet and ankles, sore from the months of practice and from rehearsals earlier that day. "He says traffic is backed up and there's no way for him to turn around, and it's going to be hours before they let traffic through. Which means all of my effort, all of my hardwork to make him proud has been for nothing because he won't get to see it!"

The wind picked up around them, but they paid it no mind. Too consumed with their own thoughts to notice.

Neither were willing to say anything. At least, not until Zim spoke first.

"I wouldn't say it was all for nothing, even if it is just an inferior earth activity." Zim shuddered as she sent him a pointed glare that spoke volumes.

It said, you better have a good point or perish.

He gulped.

"What I mean is that you learned a new skill? One that even a highly advanced creature, such as Zim, must admit is quite amazing." He picked up the nearest shoe, analyzing it, as he pondered allowed, "I mean, how is that you spin on the tips of your hooves"

"Feet."

"And leap so high?"

"Practice?"

"And move like an Irken elite?"

Gaz gave no reply at that, and Zim immediately feared he had screwed up. He whipped his head around to see if he should run, but was pleasantly surprised to see a small smile upon her face.

His squeedily spooch simultaneously stuttered and did backflips at the sight. He nervously drummed his claws against the shoe. Maybe he was not entirely unaffected by the hypnosis as he once thought.

"An elite, huh?" She inquired slyly. Two compliments in one night. A new record. If this were a game, she'd surely have unlocked an achievement of some kind.

"Y-yes! As a superior Irken Invader, who are only picked from the most elite of the elite, such greatness can't hide from my magnificent vision."

She smirked at what should have been his clean getaway of his third compliment hidden beneath all of that bragging, if not for the dark emerald fish staining across his cheeks; meanwhile averting any and all eye contact with her.

"Greatness?"

Reeling from realizing his mistake, Zim's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, and he made a sound that she could only describe as a verbal key smash.

Gaz couldn't help herself as a small laugh bubbled to surface. The sound made Zim's shoulders relax, but also deflated a little. He appeared conflicted, but what he said earlier still rang in her head.

Before she knew it she had picked up the other shoe, and gazed down upon it thoughtfully. "I hate to admit it, but I suppose you're right." She rolled her eyes as he puffed out his chest, before she continued, "I did learn a new skill, and it was kind of fun."

Unfortunately, her better mood turned bitter rather quickly as she gripped the shoe tightly, glaring at it, as she continued, "But what good is a skill if I can't use it? If I can't show it to the people I care about?"

"You can't?"

"That was rhetorical, but no, I can't."

"Why not? Don't human babies show off to their parents units all of the time in their dwellings?"

"Because it's not the same. They can, but, it's not the same as an actual performance. You would lack the tools and the rest of the cast. It would be like a machine missing some parts because it doesn't...fit together."

She reached atop her head, and pulled on a ribbon, setting her hair free from its tightly coiled bun. She shook her head with a scoff, as she remarked, "I guess this skill will just go to waste."

She hadn't really meant it, nor did she mean anything by it. However, Zim didn't get the memo, and sprung to his feet. Ignorant of the fact that he dropped the shoe Zim shouted, "No you can't!"

Gaz's wide eyes quickly turned back to their normal, apathetic facade, as she inquired, "And why can't I?"

"Because the mighty Zim demands it!"

"Yeah, well I demand my foot up your-"

"No- I- Grrragh! Look! You look not unpleasant when you do it, and it makes you stronger for it!"

"But I don't have anyone to wat-"

"You have me! Teach to Zim!"

Okay, now Gaz was stumped. Forget the fact that Zim was asking a human to teach him a human thing, but she didn't even mention teaching.

"Okay, you've lost me."

"Heh heh heh, foolish human-babe-"

"Watch it-"

"-y. I any human can watch another perform a skill, but it takes skill to learn a skill, and Zim is the most skilled of skilled Irkens. Besides, it's best to stay in practice, and will keep you on your toes."

"That made no sense and that last part sounded more like a spar, but I'll bite. So what's the catch?"

"Eh? Catch? Like human germs?"

"Nevermind. Look, just don't screw me over later."

"I would never."

She glared at him as she stood, brushing herself off without breaking eye contact.

Zim cleared his throat. "Starting now, I have never screwed you over."

"Better keep your word, space bug."

"I wouldn't dare risk your wrath."

"Fair point. Now step forward."

"Wait, what about your tippy shoes."

"They're pointe shoes, and I don't need them."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not teaching you ballet."

"But-"

She didn't let him finish as she pulled him closer by the hips, almost slamming into her. She smirked as he squeaked.

"We don't have months, Zim. Besides, ballet isn't the only dance I learned." With that said, she grabbed his left hand with her right, interlacing their mismatched fingers far easier than she anticipated. "Now put your right hand on my shoulder."

He did as instructed, and she couldn't help but quote her teacher, as she scolded, "Keep it there softly. Don't grip it like a claw machine."

Immediately the pressure relented and she sighed a little in relief. She placed her hand around his waist. Her cheeks began to heat, or they would've, if he didn't look rather smug at that moment.

It took a second for her to realize, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm only two centimeters shorter than you, ya know?"

"Two glorious units of measurement."

Oh it was on. She didn't give him time, as she jumped right in with the bare minimum of explanation. "Now where I go, you go. Follow my lead."

Zim opened his mouth to object, but quickly found her surging forward, ready to bowl him over. Thankfully, with his far superior Irken training, he swiftly back stepped without falling over...more or less.

"Back, side, forward, other side, repeat." They did it again, and he did rather well.

"Not bad. No stepping on feet and no stumbles, except for that one," Despite her jab at the end, Zim lit up at her praise and puffed his chest out once more like the proudest peacock that ever peacocked.

"Okay, now we do that while spinning and moving in a circle."

"Do wha-" and they were moving again.

Zim stumbled once more, as she purposefully caught him off guard. Couldn't let him get too cocky.

"And what is this dance called?"

"The waltz."

"Is it also old and fancy?"

"Very old and very fancy."

"Fancier than ballet?"

"No."

He deflated a little at that and she chuckled at that. Zim frowned that she was laughing at his expense, but it wasn't an unpleasant laugh. I'm fact, it was one he wouldn't mind hearing again. They easily fell into a rhythm after that, as they whirled around in their tiny circle like two stars rotating around each other. Lost in their own little world.

Her wispy skirt fluttered and flared with every movement and dancing upon the occasional breeze. He finally understood the need to make satire out of such flimsy material.

Not long after Zim made this observation, did he realize another. There was a soft melody in the air that he hadn't noticed before. It was one of the few he recognized from one of her practices, yet it was different somehow. Only when Gaz stepped forward and into his distracted chest did he feel the vibration coming from her, and he realized she was humming.

He found that this was also not unpleasant.

In fact, many things about Little Gaz were mostly not unpleasant, and that was fine by him.

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Reunited

Word Count: 3,530

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, a curse word or two...i mean, it IS me.

A/N: This is my (extremely late) entry for @atc74’s Duets Reboot Challenge. Sorry I didn’t get it done sooner babes! Thanks for your patience! My prompt was the song “I Knew You Were Waiting” by George Michael and Aretha Franklin and I used some of the lyrics below. They are bolded. This is also the first in a long time that I have written Sam Winchester and I realized how much I missed him. This takes place between seasons 7 and 8 in a world where the awful Amelia didn’t exist. Flashback is in italics.

Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul and my twinny @hannahindie I love you dearly. Thank you for supporting me and reading my words and loving me.

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Reunited

Sam Winchester knew the taste of victory; tangy and bittersweet, and somehow a bit stale. He’d fought and won so many battles he’s lost count, and even in the darkest of times, savored the flavor on his tongue like a memory. But this was not victory. This was agony.

He’d seen Dean die many times - a fact that still perplexed him after all these years. It was always the same; excruciatingly painful to watch and powerless to stop it. But even as Dean’s last breath drained from his lungs, Sam had hope. Hope that if there was something he could do - some spell or deal or alliance - Dean could come back to life again. But Dean hadn’t died - at least not that he could prove. It was like he vanished into thin air. Nothing Sam had encountered up to that point could have prepared him for the realization that he was well and truly alone.

Dean was gone.

Leviathans, Dick Roman, Crowley, Cas’ betrayal; he could have handled it all and dealt with the fallout after the dust had settled as long as Dean was by his side. But he wasn’t and Sam couldn't.

Sam felt hollow, a battered and crumbling shell of the man he’d once been. He found himself lurking in the darkness, consumed by the shadows of his old life. What the hell was he supposed to do? Go after him? All well and good if he’d had the slightest idea of where Dean had gone. Or was he supposed to continue the work his father started all those years ago? Dean or no Dean, the monsters remained. And as far as he could tell, no matter what he did - how much he sacrificed himself and his body - the monsters would always be there. So why should he try?

And so Sam stopped, allowing the numbness to overtake him instead. He was numb in a way that brought on thoughts of frigid winter evenings and toes nearly frostbitten. Numb in a way that was so much the opposite of the humid evening air that hung heavy around him. Sweat beaded against his hairline, dampened his undershirt and collected in places he’d rather not think too hard about. But the breathtaking summer heat did nothing to thaw the frozen rock inside his chest.

Long hours of aimless driving brought him to this town and when the familiarity settled on him, Sam frowned. Out of all the places in all the world how had he ended up here? There was a reason he’d planned to keep this place in the rearview mirror, but apparently his subconscious had disagreed.

Nothing had changed much in his years since high school. The same aged brick buildings loomed hauntingly around him as his feet carried him down what has once been a well-worn path. Ancient street lamps flickered helplessly above, their lights providing the bare minimum of defense against the darkness of night.

Looking up, Sam checked his bearings as he brushed the sweat from his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. If he remembered correctly - and if nothing had changed - Sam should be coming up on the shop that…

Sam’s internal monologue came to grinding halt as his eyes roamed over the figure in the window ahead of him. Surely not. It was his mind playing another in a long line of cruel jokes on him; it must be. How else could he explain the sight of her...here?

She hadn't changed much that Sam could tell from this distance. Her hair was a little longer, but still the same shade of deep violet she had ways loved. Gauging from the fringed, lace duster, leggings, and boots, her affinity for black clothing hadn't changed either. A man approached her and Sam watched in awe as a smile bloomed on her lips; the very same one he'd fallen head over heels for long ago.

It was like the last 18 years were nothing more than a breath behind him.

Before he realized it, Sam found his long legs had carried him closer to the shop; to her. His breath hitched and his heart jumped as he opened the door.

Her lilting laugh sent chills down his spine, but the abrupt silence that followed made his hands shake. Her eyes nearly bulged from her skull and her dark purple lips parted on a bewildered gasp. The look shared between them seemed to linger for hours, both frozen in place as memories danced behind their eyes.

The man she’d been speaking with before cleared his throat and ducked his head. The sound shook Sam out of his haze enough to register the need to move from in front of the door so the man could pass. The bell tinkled as he exited, leaving them alone in a room thick with unspent tension.

“Sam,” she breathed. “Is that really you?”

Sam nodded, mesmerized by the way his name still sounded like velvet on her tongue.

Hesitant steps brought her around the counter and mere feet from him. Chipped black nails dug into the skin of her palms as she clenched her fists and released.

Sam smiled. He’d seen her face a million times in his head over their years apart, but time had slowly eroded the image he’d retained. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that his own memories had betrayed him, leaving him only a poor substitute of the exquisite beauty she was.

His heart thrumming erratically, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her before he could even process his own actions. She hummed, her own arms snaking around his waist and her face pressed against his chest. Sam’s head dropped, his nose pressed into her hair and he inhaled.

Something inside him shifted then. Weeks spent hanging on by a thread, barely able to hold himself together enough to keep putting one foot in front of the other; pain, anger, hopelessness, exhaustion, fear - it all came crashing down on him in that moment. She held him as uncontrollable sobs shook his massive frame, her palms kneading soothing patterns against his back and soft, comforting words fell from her lips in a whisper.

Only once the tears stopped and his breathing returned to something resembling a normal cadence did he pull back. She smiled up at him with sad eyes for a moment before she untangled her fingers from the fabric of his shirt. Sam watched as she moved behind him, locking the door and flipping the “open” sign. When she finished, she grabbed his hand and he let her drag her through the shop and into the back room.

The room wasn’t large, but it fit a desk, couch, small fridge and some filing cabinets. She motioned for him to take a seat before grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge and the box of tissues from the desk. She sat next to Sam, handing him a water and placing the tissues between them.

He chuckled, the sound watery to his own ears, and thanked her.

Silence lingered, but not in an uncomfortable way. Despite having not seen each other in nearly two decades, Sam found himself at ease with her as he’d once been. He felt safe.

“What brought you to town, Sam?”

Long fingers played along the lid of his water as Sam huffed a laugh.

“I’m, uh,” he pursed his lips, eyes trained on the bottle in his hands. “I’m not exactly sure, to be honest. I just kind of started driving and ended up here.”

She hummed and Sam chanced a look at her. Her brows were drawn in up consideration and she chewed absently on her lower lip.

“Not that I’m complaining,” she mused, not looking at him. “But of all the places you could have wound up, you sure picked a pretty crap town.”

Sam laughed, the sound much closer to sincere than it had been in weeks.

“I don’t know, y/n. It’s not so bad.” He met her gaze. “Some of my favorite memories are in this place.”

Y/n smiled as she ducked her head.

“What about you? I thought you were gettin’ the hell outta Dodge as soon as graduation was over?” Sam’s voice held a hint of teasing in his genuinely curious words.

Sighing, y/n sat back and tipped her head toward the ceiling. Sam wondered if it was the question in general that made her uncomfortable or the fact that it reminded her of the promise he’d broken.

“I tried. Left for a while, but you know what they say. There’s no place like home.” Rolling her head toward him, she shrugged.

“That is what they say,” Sam echoed hollowly. He was in no position to empathize, having had no real home of his own. But he tried. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t be, Sam.” She laughed, sitting back up and tucking a foot under her thigh. “I’m happy, for the most part.”

Sam nodded, unsure how to respond, but needing to address the guilt weighing heavy in his mind.

“Y/n, what happened...back then...I wish...” Sam began, but she waved him off.

“Water under the bridge.” Her smile was relaxed and warm.

“No,” Sam shook his head, his eyes scanning the carpet fibers as though his thoughts were written there. “No, you deserved so much more. I never would have stood you up at prom, if I’d had a choice. I was furious with my dad for moving us that night. I begged him to let us stay one more night, or at least call you and explain, but there was nothing I could do. My family has always been a little...uh...nomadic. We never stayed in one place for too long, but it was my senior year, and Dad said it would be different…” Sam shoved his fingers through his dark hair roughly.

“I know, Sam.”

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Not really.”

Y/n placed a hand on his forearm, drawing his attention to her. “I’m really sorry about your brother, Sam.”

Sam froze.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your brother? Dean?”

Sam nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. And?”

Narrowing her gaze, y/n bit her lip, thoughtfully. “Did you happen to notice anything different about the store when you came in?”

“Am I having a stroke or something?” Sam stared at her, his face scrunched and his eyes wide. “What does the store have to do with Dean? And what does Dean have to do with prom?”

Y/n shook her head, chuckling lightly. She stood up, hand outstretched toward Sam. He looked between her offered palm and the amused expression on her lips.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” Y/n smiled, tipping her head toward the door.

Sam took her hand and was surprised to find her actually succeeding in bringing him to his feet. He shot her a wry grin and she shrugged.

“I’m stronger than I look, Sam.” Winking at him, she pulled him back into the empty store.

He had been so intently focused on seeing y/n that evening that he really hadn’t paid any mind to the interior. Looking around now, however, he realized how much things truly had changed.

“When my dad started this shop, it was a simple used book store.”

"Yeah, it's where we met," Sam blushed.

Glancing around, he spotted a familiar brown chair and the memory of that day came flooding back.

"It is." Y/n smiled.

Sam saw the flicker of something in her eyes and he guessed she was reliving the moment in her own head as much as he was.

The first day in a new school was never easy and Sam found himself seeking the comfort in the form of paper and ink and the musty smells of adventures waiting to be had. He’d seen the bookstore on his way to school that morning, and he had a sneaking suspicion it was just the place he was needing.

The overhead bell tinkled as he walked in. The sheer number of books crammed into every inch of the shelves lining the walls was incredible. It would take him ages just to find a book in this place, and Sam couldn’t have been more excited about the prospect.

He quietly surveyed the shelves, trying to decide the best place to start his quest when his gaze fell on her.

She looked so serene with her nose buried in the yellowed pages of a worn paperback and legs sprawled sideways across an enormous, overstuffed brown chair. Sam recognized her from school earlier in the day; the shimmering violet hue of her hair, brilliant even in the dim lights of the store, was enough for her to stand out, but it was her eyes - wide and full of mischief and wonder - that he’d been drawn to first.

His first instinct was to turn around and pretend he had never been there. But before he could, those same wide eyes found his and he froze.

“Hey! You’re the new guy, right?” Her inky black lips drew up in a heart-stopping smile. "I saw you at school earlier. I think we have a class together."

Clearing his throat once, and again for good measure, he introduced himself.

“My name’s Sam,” he grimaced at the way his voice cracked slightly around the single syllable of his name. “Sam Winchester.”

“Nice to meet ya, Sam! I’m y/n.”

Y/n snapped her book closed and stood, tossing it in the now vacant seat.

“Can I help you find something? First book’s on the house,” she winked at him.

Sam opened his mouth, intending to refuse the offer when a stocky, mustached man appeared in the doorway behind the counter. The man nodded at Sam before turning his attention to y/n, a gentle chiding expression washing over his face.

“Sweet pea, you’ve gotta quit saying that,” he tsked softly. “We can’t sell any books if you give them all away!”

Y/n’s face scrunched up in guilt, but Sam noticed the playful glint in her eyes that seemed to contradict her expression.

“Sorry, Daddy. Last time, I promise.”

Sam stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to...I was gonna pay for…”

The man waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it, son. Y/n’s just got a big heart and I can’t exactly fault her for that,” he huffed a laugh and shook his head lovingly. “Just like her mother.”

Y/n cleared her throat and shook her head, a smile playing at her lips.

"Anyway, a few years back, before he passed, some folks came in asking about these strange texts. Dad was never one to pass up the chance to learn something new, so he researched it a bit. It took some time, but he was able to track down a copy for them.

“A week later, a husband and wife came in saying someone had told them we might be able to help them. Jump forward six months and our little used book shop had become a hunter’s library and spell apothecary. Need a hard to come-by text? Missing that one ingredient for a binding spell? Look no further.”

Sam’s jaw went slack as she spoke, his hazel eyes growing wider and wider. Looking around now, it all made sense. Tall shelves still lined the walls, but rather than tattered paperbacks and crumbling spines, the shelves held large, leather bound books, document boxes and an assortment of glass jars lined up neatly. The space above the door was littered with faint, though recognizable protection sigils and, looking closer, he found the window sills lined with salt. Y/n gave his arm a gentle squeeze and continued.

“Imagine my surprise when I overhear a few people talking about Sam and Dean Winchester, the men the angels and demons fear,” she shrugged. “I asked around and heard all about your harrowing adventures. Starting the apocalypse, stopping the apocalypse, dying...like a lot. I kind of made it a habit to check up on you from time to time. It was strange because some days I felt just as close to you as we were in high school and others...it felt like there was this insurmountable mountain between us. Sounds kinda creepy saying it out loud, really. I can’t really explain it, but I always had this feeling that I’d see you again.”

Sam blinked, his mind desperately trying to make sense of what she’d just told him. Somehow y/n knew; about hunting, monsters, him. She knew. And at that realization Sam felt the tightness in his chest ease ever so slightly, the frost that encased his heart slowly ebbing away.

“So, all of that to say...I am really sorry about what happened to your brother.” Her brow furrowed as she met his gaze. “That Dick Roman was really aptly named, wasn’t he?”

Despite the confusion and the pain and the sheer absurdity of the whole situation, Sam laughed. Not the sad, pitiful sound he’d grown accustomed to making. No, Sam laughed. The sound rumbled through his chest and forced the dimple in his cheek to show. A small rush of warmth flooded his chest as he sucked in a breath, dabbing at the corners of his eyes.

“So you know, then? You know everything?” Sam eyed her.

“I mean obviously I don’t know everything, but thank you for assuming it’s possible that I could.” She nudged his shoulder playfully and grinned. “You flatter me, Sam Winchester.”

Sam shook his head, the gears in his brain still trying to click into place. “I can’t believe this. Any of it. I never thought I’d see you again, but now I’m here and you’re...I don’t have to make excuses or lie. You understand.” Sam frowns. “I wish I had known sooner. I have thought about you so many damn times over the years. I wanted to look you up, but I didn’t want to drag you into any of this. I wish I could go back to that day...”

Y/n stopped him.

“Listen. I don’t regret a single moment. Sure I can look back and see all those disappointments; prom, graduation. Any more, I just laugh. If any one thing had gone differently - if you’d convinced your dad to let you stay, or if you’d looked me up - I’m afraid the world would be an even darker place than it is now.”

Grabbing Sam’s hand, y/n squeezed as her eyes found his. He studied her gaze, surprised but relieved to see the mischief and wonder hadn’t waned over the years. But there was something else. Something Sam recognized, but couldn’t even begin to hope for; love.

“I believe in free will, Sam. But seeing you walk through those doors tonight? For a second it felt like we were drawn together through destiny.”

The frozen pit behind his ribs thawed - little by little - as she spoke. All this time she was just out there, waiting until they met again. Waiting for him.

Sam cupped y/n’s face, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. Y/n’s eyelashes fluttered at his touch and she sighed, leaning into his palm.

“Ever since Dean,” Sam paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. He closed his eyes and steeled himself before looking at her again. Her gentle gaze grounded him further and he found his voice to continue. “Ever since he disappeared, I have felt so lost. Dean was all I had left and I didn’t think I could go on without him. And then I wound up here. Finding you, knowing you understand...it’s the first time I’ve felt anywhere close to being whole.”

Y/n placed her hand over his and turned her head to kiss his palm.

“You don’t have to be lost any more, Sam. I can help you. We can find Dean together.”

Sam’s eyes burned at her words, at the promise she was offering him. “Y/n...I can’t ask you…”

Y/n cut him off with a press of her lips against his, he felt her smile into the kiss as his body went rigid. When she moved to pull away, he stopped her, his large hand cradling the back of her head and urging her closer. He kissed her back with everything he had, pouring out every emotion he’d felt in her absence from his life. She swallowed down every fear, pain, anger and frustration that Sam offered up.

When Sam broke the kiss, gasping for air, he found her smiling back up at him. Her eyes glassy and her lipstick smudged lips beautifully kiss-swollen, she traced his bottom lip with the tip of her finger.

“You’re not asking me to do anything, Sam. I’m offering.”

Sam’s shoulders sagged, this time in relief as the final dregs of ice melted away from his heart. As though she could sense his need, y/n wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Sam pressed a kiss against her crown before she tilted her head back to look into his eyes.

“Welcome home, Sam.”

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natsukitakama · 4 years

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Imagine : Last chance Bakugo x reader

Author note : I’m sorry, I wanted to write something angst and I couldn’t help myself. It was supposed to be a plot for a RP but I didn’t know who ask for, so I just write it down. I apologize it it’s kinda shitty, it’s my first imagine I’ve never done something like that I hope you would still enjoy it. Again I may repeat myself but I never wrote an imagine before I'm still self-conscious with my writing but I hope it went fine please let me know if you enjoy this. ♡

Warning : curse word / angst / mention of blood / Bakugo being Bakugo / spoiler from season 2 and 3 I guess

Pairing : Bakugo Katsuki x reader (gender neutral)

Words : 2391

i do not own that gif credit to the owner

It wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to lay here unconscious suffering from what should be his pain. Why would you do that ? Why would you meddle in some battle he was involved ? Don’t you hear him last time ? Why would you still want to protect him ? He didn’t deserve any of your attention, he never did, and more importantly you never deserved to be here in coma for someone who barely acknolewdge you. Why do you choose him ? Why do you love him ? God, does it hurt seeing you here sleeping while your face wears that pain expression since days.

Now Bakugo started to regret his last word, of course he had to be an asshole of course he had to be like this during what could be your last moment. Why did he not tell you the truth ? He should tell you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him even if you were sometime a pain in his ass. He would kill any people who hurt you, he would kick anyone’s ass if he could make you happy. Why can’t he just say that ? He couldn’t help but remember your last interaction. It was the first time he saw you crying, he never saw you like this : usually you were such a sunshine to his little heart, always happy, always positive always happy to help. It even bothered him how nice you could be. His ego was hurt, during a long time he loved pretending it was because you annoys him when it wasn’t the case. In fact he was jealous, he couldn’t be like this with you, moreover not only were you nice with him but you were like this with everyone who were around you. It piss him off, he should be the only one to enjoy your kindness but no.

He couldn’t complain though. Even if you were actually nice with everyone, Bakugo was your favorite. No matter how many time he kicked you out or yelled at you, you always came after him for help or just enjoy his presence. You were always so cheerful, it reminded of Deku. Maybe that why he had to answer you the way he did :

Bakugo was walking home, another day where he was frustrated cause it seemed that Deku took everything from him. But it won’t stop him, one day he will be able to be under the light for once, and everyone would notice how amazing he was and how pathetic Deku could be. Groaning at the thought of his rival, he didn’t notice you as you were running to catch him during his walk. For whatever reason, Katsuki sounded quite sad as if something was bothering him. You were determined to find what bothered him and helped him going through it, even if he told you before to let him go you knew better than to let him scary you. You knew it was only his way to protect himself for being hurt by someone. You knew him or at least that what you thought.

After running, you were finally able to catch him. You took his shoulder so he will have to look at you. You knew he never like to be touched, but you didn’t how else you would ask him to listen to you. The way he looked at you should give you some clues of what was about to happen, today he looked especially angry you should know better than to try something. But you were determined to do anything to help you. After all you were so deeply in love with him, you couldn’t let him down you would do everything to keep him happy. You knew he suffered from a lack of trust, his confidence was also so breakable. He tended to be violent to protect himself but you knew deep down he was nothing but a sweetheart. You were sure of that, so that’s why you could handle some of his yells, you knew he didn’t mean it… Right ?

« Bakugo are you alright ?

Haaa ? What was that ? Why do you care ?

It’s just you know… you look like you need help »

You should never say that, you knew he never liked admit it when he was weak. The moment you let those words leave your mouth, you knew you were in trouble.

« And who do you think you are ? Mh ? What make you feel I need your help anyway

It just-

It’s nothing, just like you. You know what you are ? Nothing just a piece of shit. God you’re so annoying following me all the time like a lost puppy who do you think you are ? Don’t you have friends to bother ? They probably left you. »

Crack. That was the sound of your heart broken from his words. Why would he say that ? Did you cross the line ? Should you let him down as he ask you to ? You never thought you’ll annoy him, you never wanted to. All you wanted was to help him, to love him even if he might never share the same for you (why would he ?) you were happy as long as he was. You didn’t know what was happening to you, but it started to be difficult for you to breath, your sight start to blurry as Bakugo the man you always loved was looking at you with disapproval. Then you felt something rolling on your left cheek, then on your right one and then you felt a lot hot liquid running on your face as you were suffocated.

Why did you feel this way ? Why love someone was so painful ? It shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn’t feel like this. You heard yourself sobbing, trying to catch your breath, as you felt Bakugo walking past you telling you to stay away from him cause he didn’t have nothing to do with a crybaby like you. One minute later you felt yourself on your knees, as you were holding yourself crying, screaming more and more. You were bending your body, like a prayer. You couldn’t stop crying, it seemed like his harsh words were etched on your spirit cause you could hear it again. And again.

When you were finally able to get yourself together, you walked home without a word not able to think properly. You just did everything mechanically so you didn’t have to process what was happening. The idea of bothering him never crossed your mind, you always thought you were doing it for him. But, was it the truth ? Weren’t you selfish for believing he might enjoy your attention ? What if you were wrong since the beginning, and he was actually bothered by you ? You thought you’ve never done that to catch his attention, to become his significant other but you were lying to yourself. Of course the thought of him being touched by your action, and asking you to become his lover was your dream since you started to have crush on him.

It was your own fault for not being able to understand him, to catch his true nature and for not being able to see when you should shut your mouth. Now It was over, you should do as he said and stay away from him. You would end up bothering him even more anyway. So you did as he requested, you went school next day without giving him a single look ; everytime you were closed to him you lowered your head so you won’t make eye contact with him. After what he has said to you, you weren’t sure if he ever wanted to see you again and since you couldn’t disappear, you did everything not make any contact with him.

But it hurt, it hurt as hell, seeing him laughing with Eiji as if nothing happened, being himself as if he didn’t broke your heart. You never felt so empty before, what if your « friend » felt the same way ? What if you were a burden instead of someone they could count on ? After your argument with Bakugo you started to avoid everyone not wanting not live another argument like this, your heart won’t be able to take it. Your friends did notice something was off with you, but they didn’t know how to ask you what’s wrong without hurting you. They noticed you started to avoid Bakugo too so they knew something happened between you two but again it wasn’t simple to find any clues. Besides everyone were kinda busy since the summer camp was about to start.

That’s when the worst began, couple of days after your arrival you were surrounded by vilains who traveled to kidnap Bakugo and to kill as much hero as possible. Hearing that Bakugo was in danger, forced you to run as fast as possible on the woods. You did everything to not succumb from the soporific gaz over you, you didn’t know what you’ll do but you couldn’t just let him down : despite everything he has done to you, you still loved him and you’ll do everything to protect him. Unfortunately for you that would mean being hurt pretty badly.

In fact, during your escape from the magician you did everything to protect Bakugo from behind as Todoroki was in front of everyone. Everyone hope that your formation would be able to protect Bakugo until you’ll find any hero especially Aizawa-sensei who would be able to kick those villains’ ass.

But, fate was definetly against you, when you thought everyone was safe, in blink of an eye you were surrounded by villains ready to kill you if it was necessary to catch their prey. All of your friends did everything in their power including you, to protect Bakugo for being kidnap by them, but Twice was quick enough to isolate you and Bakugo from the rest of your friends. And as if the situation wasn’t already alarming, you felt your body being weak from using your quirk since the beginning of the battle. Although, you couldn’t let Bakugo on himself you knew you couldn’t let that fight left any longer. You tried to punch Twice on the stomach so you could run with Bakugo to join your friends, but before you could notice, Moonfish was already in front of Bakugo, afraid he might not be able to answer back quickly you decided to let Twice down and ran as fast as possible to protect Bakugo for being hurt.

Squish. That’s the last thing you could heard properly before feeling something stabbing you In your stomach. You couldn’t even describe it, you felt as if you breath was taken away, every movement hurt you like hell in addition you started to feel weak. One second later you were on your knees while Moonfish was removing his bone from your stomach, if you didn’t feel him stabbing you before you definetly felt him removing his bone away from your body. It was like your entire body was leaving your your felt every inch of his damn bone leaving your body, slowly to make it even worse.

Then everything happened quite quickly, you heard Bakugo yelling something like « Bastard » while you felt your body emptying from your blood, it’s getting difficult to breath, you weren’t able to see properly anymore. You felt your body fall on the left as you were closing your eyes slowly while you covered the floor with your own blood. The last thing you saw was Bakugo getting surronded by the magician and Twice, you held your hand in Bakugo’s direction before it fell to the ground as you were loosing consciousness.

Now here you were, on a bed with Recovery girl as she did everything in her power to help you going through your state. You were currently in coma, because you lost a lot of blood and couple of your organe were pretty damaged from the last fight. Forcing you to stay in coma was a relief for Recovery girl cause the last thing she wanted was you awaken and suffered from this : you could die from pain especially since you couldn’t eat or drink. Bakugo was here too, since you went in hospital he barely left you (only when Aizawa-sensei kicked him out). When he was captured all he could thing was you, he remembered seeing you looking at him with a smile while you were stabbed by that bastard. How could you smile during such a moment ? How you could you still smile at him when everything he did was hurting you.

He couldn’t forgive himself, cause to be honest, not seeing you since your last argument made him realized how much you meant to him. The fact that everytime you weren’t looking at him afraid of seeing him in the eye, he felt like he was stabbed directly on his heart. He was angry because you saw him as a weak person while he tried everything to show off, but he failed and now you were here unconscious, no one was ever sure you would ever wake up from your state. And all he could remember was your face as he broke your heart, he couldn’t help but let some tears rolling from his cheeks, god he was such an assholes, such a coward for never confessing how much he loved you.

And now, as he was losing you at every minute, he wished he could go back in time and told you the truth. Told you how much he enjoyed when you were cheering him up, how much he craved for your cheering when he was fighting, how much he loved when you remembered every little thing about him, it made him feel loved in a way he never thought he could be loved. But he fucked up, as usual he broke everything : first All might and now you. He was definetly a loser. If you woke up, no when you’ll wake up he should apologize and beg you to take him back. He never deserved you and now that you might die from your woods, he realized his mistakes. No one tried to talk to him cause they knew their words were useless, only you could understand him, only you could help him going through his insecurity. Everyone, including teacher were hoping you might wake up eventually.

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vampirepiggyhunterdefensesquad · 4 years

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all’s fair (1/?)

Summary: Gaz decides that she’s going to win the school’s paintball war and enjoy the all-you-can-eat pizza buffet from Bloaty’s afterwards. However, there is a certain green nuisance who’s standing in her way. . .

Gaz never listened in class, so naturally she didn't bother listening when Mr. Elliot began rambling about a school-wide event. She merely squinted at the game device under her desk, buttons clicking ever so slightly as her fingers tapped with expert dexterity. Even the flyer that was dropped beside her got crumpled and shoved into her backpack as soon as it touched the desk.

That meant it was only when Dib began talking about it on the way home from school that Gaz heard about the paintball war.

"I mean, what's the point? We already know Zim's just going to find a way to cheat. And the worst part is, he hates pizza anyway! He's just crazy about winning all the time--"

"What's pizza got to do with it?" Gaz scoffed, listening despite herself.

"C'mon, Gaz, weren't you listening? That's the prize! You get a coupon for a free sit down, all you can eat family dinner!"

Her eyes widened for a moment before she snorted. "Like Dad would take the night off for us to go anyway."

"And Zim doesn't even HAVE a family!" Dib continued, squeezing his hands into fists. "But when Miss Bitters told us about the paintball war, he got all excited and asked a bunch of STUPID questions, and--"

"Paintball?"

Dib's eyes swiveled towards her. "Well, yeah. And Zim thinks he's somehow got a chance of winning!"

Gaz turned her attention back to her game as Dib continued his rant all the way home. Outwardly, she was in the same zone as before, but inside the cogs in her brain were turning. Dad liked charity events. He might make an exception to his "one evening a year" rule of thumb. And all-you-can-eat pizza was something that caught her attention. A whole evening of video games and free pizza. . .

So Gaz may have stayed up a bit longer than usual perched on the sofa, drawing, but that didn't have to do with anything.

Around eleven-forty the front door swung open and Professor Membrane finally arrived home.

"Ah! Girl-child! Why are you still awake? You know that children require at least NINE HOURS of sleep in order to be well rested for the morning!"

Gaz ignored this. "Dad. If I won a paintball war my school put on for charity or whatever, and got us a coupon for a free sit-down dinner. You'd come, right?"

"Why, daughter, you know how busy I am with REAL SCIENCE!!" Membrane reached into the air, gesturing proudly and widely. "But I also deeply respect the art of PAINTBALL WARS! Why, as a boy, it was my favorite hobby."

"It was?"

"Of course!! Second to SCIENCE, of course." Membrane walked to the stairs, patting Gaz on the head lightly as he passed her. "I might take an interest in seeing this paintball war! When will it occur?"

Gaz, who had definitely not spent a chunk of time memorizing the information on the crumpled flyer from her bag, said "It's on Friday after school. We have a half day, so right after lunch."

"FRIDAY?" Membrane turned dramatically, clapping his hands to his head. "Why, Friday is the day we're organizing the data we've been collecting these past few weeks! It's merely busywork, and hardly science at all. I will certainly be able to visit your school that afternoon! And if you or your brother are able to win, I see no reason why we cannot have the dinner that evening!”

Gaz's mouth fell open. She hadn't expected it to be this easy. Family dinner, at her favorite restaurant, as long as she was able to destroy her opponents? This was the most perfect situation she'd ever encountered. Maybe the universe didn't hate her after all. . .

As Membrane thumped up the stairs in his big boots, Gaz couldn't keep the smile off her face. She dropped her sketchbook on the table and headed up to her room-- Dad was right, after all. She needed sleep if she was going to be in peak form come Friday.

. . . .

"So, uh, who are you and what have you done with Gaz?" Dib asked tentatively.

Gaz shoveled another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. "What do you mean."

"I MEAN, you just laughed at one of my jokes. And said, and I quote, 'nice'."

"What, I'm not allowed to think you said something funny, once in a blue moon?" She rolled her eyes. "Great, Dib."

"Come on, you know what I meant! Did something happen? Was your brain erased by a ghost??"

He reached out to poke her forehead. Gaz swatted his hand away viciously. "Quit it! There's no ghosts, Dib. Is it so hard to believe I could be in a good mood?"

Dib nodded. "Yes."

"Ugh." She tossed her half-eaten bowl in the sink and snagged her backpack, tugging it on and heading for the door.

"Wait, Gaz, don't leave!" he rectified quickly, "I can't let you out of my sight! Zim knows who's a threat to his 'victory' or whatever and I'm pretty sure I saw him looking at you at recess! He's probably planning to--"

Gaz whirled around, effectively cutting him off with her scowl. "You know what, Dib?" she spat. "I don't really care what Zim does. This week, I don't give a crap about him. He can do whatever he wants, but he's not winning that paintball battle. He's not even a threat."

She stomped out the door. Dib took another bite out of his banana.

"I thought you didn't care about paintball!" he called after her, but she was already gone.

Dib wasn't the only one who was worried by Gaz's improved mood. Several schoolchildren ducked for cover upon seeing her smile. One jock jumped into an open locker when they made eye contact in the hallway.

Mr. Elliot was the only one stupid enough to be delighted. "Gazlene! Great to see such a happy expression on your face. Did something happen?"

"I'm going to destroy all of you," she replied, with a tinge of cheerfulness to her usually dour tone.

Her teacher's smile became forced. "Great! Good to hear it. Does anyone have any questions on number four?"

Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one other person who seemed to be immune to Gaz's slight mood shift. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice it at all.

Zim.

The stupid alien hadn't talked to her or even looked at her, so far as she could remember, since that time he tried waving his ugly pus-filled pimple at her. She'd ignored him then, and when he approached her in the hallway rush between science and english class, she ignored him again.

"Hey. Dib-sister. Hey. Hey."

Her game was out, as was her custom for classroom changes, and her ears were off.

Zim prodded her shoulder, normally a death sentence. But Gaz wasn't feeling particularly volatile at the moment. . . Perhaps she'd hit him a few extra times with some paintballs. Maybe, if she was lucky, he'd writhe in agony as the liquid hit his weird green skin.

"Hey! Dib-sister! Dib-sister! Little Gaz!

Gaz's very slight smile curdled and she whirled around. "Excuse me?"

Zim's put out expression disappeared, replaced by a little smirk.

"Little-Gaz," re repeated. "I take it you have heard about the BATTLE that will take place at the end of the school week."

"I have nothing to say to you, Zim." Gaz met his eyes levelly, expression dark. "Get out of my way so I can get to class."

"Oh, but I have some things to say to you," he sneered, crossing his arms. "You see, I believe you are one of the few humans who might stand a chance against me."

Gaz didn't dignify him with a response, instead walking around him towards her classroom.

"Hey!" he said, offended. She didn't stop walking, so he trailed behind her. Really couldn't take a hint. . .

"I have a proposition for you, HUMAN!! HEY! LISTEN TO ME!!!!"

Gaz flipped him off casually as she swung the door to her classroom shut in his face.

And that was that.

. . . Or, it should have been.

At lunch, Zim attempted to approach their table, but Dib had chucked a glob of baked beans from his tray and managed to hit him right in the forehead, sending Zim screeching out of the cafeteria. Gaz snickered as Dib laughed, and it wasn't horrible.

After school, Zim trailed them, following Dib and Gaz's trek home at about a ten foot distance. Dib had wanted to throw some books at him, but Gaz just grabbed Dib's wrist and yanked them off the sidewalk onto a side path through the park. Sure enough, Zim had gotten lost and might still have been wandering around when the Membrane siblings arrived safe and sound even quicker than normal.

"We should do this more often!" Dib had cheered when they slammed the door shut, delighted at their victory.

"Whatever," Gaz said. "He was being annoying." But a tiny smile flickered on her lips.

"So, Gaz--"

"Don't get used to it," she said firmly. "I still think your cryptid hunting junk is stupid."

Dib slumped over on his chair, disappointment clear on his face. He didn't speak, so Gaz rolled her eyes and headed up to her room. It may have been kinda fun to get rid of Zim, but the fact that he kept trying to talk to her was obnoxious. She didn't do him the respect of hearing him out, but she knew what he wanted: to form an alliance so that he could betray her in the end and claim victory for himself. Pathetic. Zim wanted to talk to her, was paying attention to her, and it was just to feed his stupid ego. Typical.

Gaz could feel her good mood start to seep away, but a few rounds of VPH made her feel a bit better. Soon, she'd be dooming people in real life, with no cares about whether anyone saw her. In fact, they might even be cheering.

And then, pizza.

#zadf #zagf #zim #gaz #invader zim #zagr #it will probably be vague tho dont worry #my stuff #this is still being written so like if you want more say so hfgjkfgh

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Zim, Dib, and Seven Smeets

A ZaDr series: Ep 1, Hatching Day

Dib: Zim, will you come down.

Zim: *sitting on top of the fridge* DO NOT DISTURB ME WHILE I'M IN MY PANIC SPOT!

Dib: Im just-

Zim: *crying* DIBBERSON, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!

Dib: you said that an hour ago, I've got everything set up for the celebration, so at least be down before 3, ok?

Zim: wait, you did the decorating? You did EVERYTHING?! ON YOUR OWN?!

Dib: *smiles sinisterly* yes, yes I did, all on my own, probably made some mistakes in color arrangement-

Zim: LET ME SEE! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MESSED ANYTHING UP!! *jumps down from the fridge and scurries into the living room*

Dib: works every time...

Zim: Dib, you didn't actually mess any of the decorations!?

Dib: I studied hard when you were decorating for Gaz's birthday, so I applied your decoration tactics to this room and... well... ta-daa!

Zim: you really are amazing, Dib. You know that, right?

Dib: I got the hint the day you gave me a ring-pop and asked for my hand in marriage.

Zim: I swear I didn't know it was candy, the person who sold it to me said it was worth 5,000$ and would sell it to me for 4,900...

Dib: I really didn't care about being proposed to with a candy ring, a ring is a ring to me, wether it's candy or not. Although, it is very concerning how someone managed to sell you a ring-pop for that much.

Zim: don't remind me...

Dib: would you believe me when I say I still have it?

Zim: no, I actually wouldn't.

Dib: well I do, I had it dipped in resin so it wouldn't deteriorate.

Zim: wow, how have I not noticed it?

Dib: remember that box I where keep stuff like pendants and pins? That's where the ring is.

Zim: that's sweet.

Dib: wait a minute, I just remembered we've got one more thing to do...

Zim: The Smeet's play-pen! We've gotta decorate that! Get the streamers! I've got some decorating to do!

[About an hour later]

Dib: alright, living room decorated, snacks and cake ready, little gift bags customized for every guest, flowers and other table decorations, and Zim's in the play-pen with the eggs. We are ready for the guests to arrive and it isn't even-

[Knocking from the front door]

Dib: right on cue, must be dad cause he's been early to ever other party. *answers the door* hey- uh...

Tallest Red: hello there, you must be Dib

Tallest Purple: How has Zim been? We haven't heard too much from him since he layed the eggs.

Dib: uhhhh... Hi I'm Dib Membrane, Zim's husband. Zim's been doing wonderfully, aside from the random anxiety attacks and his weekends of depression. Please come in! We have plenty of Irken friendly food and drinks ready, but remember to save some for the other guests. You two apparently aren't the only alien guests on our list.

Tallest Red: Thank you Mr. Membrane, we appreciate your hospitality. *enters with Tallest Purple*

Zim: My Tallest! I didn't expect you to be here until 10 minutes later.

Tallest Purple: see, I told you we were too early!

Tallest Red: EUGH, we could've brought the little ones Paks...

Dib: actually, we already thought of that. My Dad works at Membrane labs and designed him "Membrane Paks". They are designed to make it easier for them to identify us in a crowd, immediately begin healing if injured, ward off any diseases and illnesses, higher pain tolerance, and give them a longer life.

Zim: the only major differences are the Designs and application process. Instead of implanting electonics in abruptly, we will apply them more delicately, carefully and less painfully.

Tallest Red: hmm, I see, it would also be much easier to identify them if they ever decided to work for the Irken Empire.

Zim: i mean, you're not wrong. But I also invited here to ask for permission to retire.

Tallest Purple: retire?

Tallest Red: eumm... sure? Why not?

[1 hour later]

Dib: Dad, Gaz, the tallest, Skoodge, Tak, Tenn, Keef, Z, Zita, Clembrane, Prisinor 777 and his kids.

Dib: that seems to be about everyone, all we're missing are-

Anne: *annoyingly beating on Dib's Door* DIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIB!

Dib: Anne and Flish...

Dib: *opens the door, making Anne fall into the house*

Anne: Crikey, you've grown! You're 'bout as tall as Flishey now!

Flish: howdy, Dib. Sorry we couldn't make it to yer wedding last year.

Dib: it's ok, come on in you two.

Tallest Purple: oh yeah... we banished HER here too...

Tallest Red: I feel like Zim isn't our biggest concern anymore.

Anne: My Tallest! It's been YEARS! how've ya been!

Tallest Purple: good~

Anne: *gasp* OH MY GOSH! The eggs! Aw, they're absolutely precious! Zim, you oughta call yourself lucky! 'Lotta Irkens can't lay eggs y'know.

Zim: eheh, I know. Which is why I didn't fully expect it.

Dib: you should've seen him, he cried his eyes out the whole time and more.

Flish: Heha! sounds like Zim a'right. But don'cha get all concerned and stuff. It's completely normal to cry during egg laying. Er, from what I've heard at least.

Dib: it's official, everyone's here.

Tallest Purple: great!... Now what?

Dib: Um, we talk.

Tallest Purple: sounds boring.

Gaz: I have Videogames.

Tallest Purple: Ooo, sounds intriguing! What do you do?

Professor Membrane: son, may I speak with you for a moment?

Dib: sure.

Professor Membrane: let's go into the other room, ok.

Dib: *nods and walks into the bedroom*

Professor Membrane: something is wrong and I can tell.

Dib: *walks over to the bad, grabs a pillow, and screams in it*

Professor Membrane: I know your stressed, but everything will be just fine. I'm sure you and Zim will be great-

Dib: But what if we arent?! I work weekends at a coffee shop and Zim works at a clothing store in a mall. We can't provide for SEVEN babies! It took a lot of saving to get this party set up! I rarely get any tips and the one tip I got last weekend was from Gaz and it was a penny.

Professor Membrane: Ok, now that's just sad.

Dib: I don't know what to do! It's hard for me to get a different job, a barista was the closest I could do because I apparently make really good lattes. *sob*

Professor Membrane: have you ever considered working with me in the labs? You already know everyone there and know the place well. Plus, I could adjust your schedule so you don't have to come every day and you get paid just for being there.

Dib: you'd do that for me?

Professor Membrane: of course! You really do need the money, I could have you work as a lab assistant, but that's a little dangerous. I could put you in the mailing room? Or-

Dib: what about food service? I can cook, I can make coffee, tea, and plenty of different desserts.

Professor Membrane: that's a wonderful idea! I could make you work down at the cafeteria so your talent isn't wasted on Lattes!

Dib: Consider me hired! Ill be there tomorrow evening-

Professor Membrane: no no, you should stay home for a few days.

Dib: but dad, I-

Professor Membrane: Dibberson, I know you want to help out as soon as you can, but right now, Zim and your children need you here. Besides, it's hard to bond with a child while you're away, right?

Dib: I guess it is.

Anne: *Bursts through the door* Dib! It's about to happen! One of the eggs moved!

Dib: bwha?! Already?! I didn't think it would be this early! *runs to the living room*

Zim: Dib! There you are! Hurry over here, you don't want to miss this!

Dib: *looks over the pen* which one moved?

Zim: This one right here. *puts egg in lap*

Dib: When will they-

Zim: any moment now...

Dib: *puts hand on egg, feeling for any movement*

Zim: Dib, can I admit something before they hatch?

Dib: go ahead.

Zim: I knew about the eggs since the first day they began developing.

Dib: wanna know something? The 4 months before I helped you with the eggs, I was suspicious that you might've been pregnant. I was kinda right.

Zim: yes, yes you were. AH! DIB, IT'S HATCHING!

Dib: *removes hand, watching both the eggs hatch and his family grow before his eyes*

Zim: thank you, Dib

Dib: hm?

Zim: thank you for everything. I'll love you forever and on.

Dib: *pure panic* wait, you dont die after the eggs hatch, do you?

Zim: No, no I don't, but I'll love you longer than you'll ever know. And that's a promise.

From then and on, Zib and Dib lived a happy and eventful life with 7 beautiful Human-Irken Smeets.

The End

Zim: Or is it?

Dib: Not really, but for now, yes.

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