#youre feeding into my gaz obsession

[fossilizedpr0tienpowder]

Are you still looking for writing requests? If so I have a really simple one! Gaz bringing a cat back to the base because he couldn't leave the poor thing behind :(

I love this and will definitely write it, but seeing as I have like 5 things to write it may take a little while. Tysm for the req tho it's adorable!

[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you—you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi!!! This is my first ever ask so sorry if it’s weird lol. Out of all the 141 boys, who’d you think would be most likely to sneak lactation pills into readers food in hopes of reader coming to them for help??? I can’t stop thinking about it and I need to know your thoughts too

no worries at all!!!!! i did not realize lactation pills were a thing though omg this is wild to me

here's my ranking from most to least likely: price, ghost, soap, gaz

i'll be honest, i only put soap below ghost because when i did some googling the Internet said lactation inducing medicine can take several months to work and soap does not have the patience for that lmfao

anyways price is the most likely culprit for this (imo) because that man is the walking definition of a Breeding Kink. he wants you knocked up and pregnant the moment he decides he even wants you. it's his first fucking priority. he'll start slipping you lactation supplements concerningly early in your relationship (because of the aforementioned several months) and masks the way he feels you up in the shower as horniness instead of medical curiosity lmao

also i personally don't see the appeal in drinking breast milk but John Price sure does. that man is drinking you dry, and tbh it's lowkey better if you don't actually have a baby to feed because he gets to keep all your milk for himself

ghost would do this and like 10 other things to keep you as reliant on him as possible. he just wants you to come to him for everything, and he's far from above manufacturing a reason for you to need him. and with breast milk drinking, it's just another way for him to consume you, another part of you he can literally drink down. of course he's into it. that man starts salivating the first time you complain about your tits being sore

(also ghost is totally a dominant freak but tbh there are certain versions of that man that i think have a very deeply buried mommy kink)

soap would do it just because he's a fucking freak. he sees like a singular porno with breast milk drinking and is like "I Need That Now" and starts slipping you the lactation pills. tbh he probably just gets into a routine of doing and forgets about it after a while, by the time you actually start lactating he's like "oh hell yeah" because he just completely forgot

gaz would probably suggest that you take them while you're pregnant, and he just ends up being fucking obsessed with the milk you produce. before the baby's come, it's got to go somewhere and he deems it an insult to just pump and throw it away :/ he'll lay on your chest for as long as you'll let him lmao (and maybe keep slipping the medicine to you post-baby and post-baby-being-weened)

[ghouljams]

GHOUL I LOVE YOU omg you've been feeding me so well I don't deserve you. I've been obsessed with your demon au (frothing at the mouth, salivating, gripping into my bedsheets as I read all of it) and I had an idea. I was reading a fic, which I'll link down below don't worry, about ghost dying in combat and coming back to you in actual ghost form. How do you feel about the idea of ghost going to hell but they turn him into your demon? He promises he'll never leave you, goes on a mission and just...never returns. But Ghost is not only your lover, but he's a legend in hell and why would hell waste a good soldier? They send him back up to you........

You become the new war machine, your boots digging into still hot flesh as you march over the bodies that Ghost has torn down. You see him across the way, watching as he slaughters anything and everything that stands in his path. Ghost isn't fighting for the task force anymore, he's fighting for you. And heaven will burn before anything happens to what's his.

Sorry if this is kind of a rant but I have this horrible craving for angst and violence.

https://www.tumblr.com/ceilidho/727096787831341056/prompt-you-keep-seeing-apparitions-of-a-dead?source=share

OK ON GOD I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT FIC holy shit

Alright another real quick demon au for the Ghosty boy, not exactly what you said but... I think you'll like it

There are things that are meant to be seen, and then there are demons. Human eyes were never meant to look upon such wonders, such living machines, all perfectly curated musculature and instinct. You're lucky if you never catch a glimpse of one. Such beauty could drive a person mad. To see what humanity would never touch but always strive for would be a curse. One that would haunt and eat away at you until there was no choice but to give in to it, and hopefully become one of them.

You press your hands to your mouth, leaned forward with your elbows on your knees, unsteady from the way you bounce your leg. Nothing more they could do. That's what doctors always said on TV, you didn't think you'd actually hear it in real life.

"We just have to wait and see," They tell you, and you nod. You all nod, because you understand what those words mean. The 141 is always prepared for tragedy, never more so than in the long hours you spend waiting for Ghost to wake up. He's crammed so full of tubes and wires, the nurses rotating different syringes of medicine through his IVs, you hardly recognize him.

You take shifts. One of you in the room with him at all times, cramped in the uncomfortable hospital chair. All of you figuring he'll want a friendly face when he wakes up, and drawing up a schedule. Damn military training. Still, it's good. It means when you relieve Soap of his watch you know he's going to grab some sleep, the same way you know Gaz will be by when your shift ends in the wee hours of the morning.

You must doze off even with a nap under your belt, because when you wake up it's freezing in Ghost's hospital room. You check your watch, 03:00. The witching hour. Nothing good ever happens at three AM. You sigh and get up to ask the nursing station for a blanket, if you're cold you're sure Ghost is too. If he can even feel cold like this.

Something deeply wrong and horribly familiar grabs your hand.

You tense and turn. Ghost stares at you, his fingers tight around yours, your stomach drops and you rush to slam your hand on the call button. He's awake. He's awake and it's chaos. You spend the next few hours talking to doctors, watching nurses pull tubes out of Ghost's throat and perform tests on every patch of skin that isn't bandaged. You stand outside his room and talk to Price over the phone, make sure the rest of the team knows Ghost's back from the dead and passing everything with flying colors.

You don't mention what you don't want to say out loud, what you can't even put a name to. Something in his eyes, they're darker than they used to be. Not the color but the depth of them. Something in his voice is richer, something about the way he moves feels... more. The room is freezing and no one can get the temperature up.

You think someone will notice. When the rest of the 141 shows up to visiting hours you think one of them will see what you do. You hope. They don't. If they do, none of them mention it. The only difference is in the way Ghost keeps reaching for you, keeps taking your hand, pulling you to sit on the edge of his bed whenever you're close. Your relationship wasn't a secret, but he's never been one for PDA. Now you can hardly come within arms length without him touching you. Soap teases you for it, and Price is happy enough just having Ghost back not to mention it.

Gaz asks if you're alright when you excuse yourself from the room. The two of you speaking quietly by the vending machine. You pour out your fears to him and ask if he's noticed anything, anything, different about Ghost.

"Just that he seems glad to be back," Gaz tells you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. It's the way he says "back" that gives you pause. Back. Back from where? Were you the only one that had been holding out hope he wasn't dead? Had the rest of your team been sitting in the hospital room with what they thought was a corpse? You don't push it further, too afraid what Gaz will say next. They're glad he's alive and that's all you have to hold onto.

It's almost like nothing happened when he's discharged --sooner than anyone expected, sooner than a normal man should've been after what happened-- and you almost start to believe nothing did happen. You can ignore the scar on your shoulder, the only evidence that Ghost ever spared you his fate. You can ignore the way he slides his hand against the curve of your back when he never used to. You can ignore the fact that, that's all he'll do, just touch you. Like he's reassuring himself you're there. He hasn't come to your room, he hasn't pulled you into his lap, he hasn't kissed you or called you anything but your name, and you're the only one who seems to notice.

You're the only one that raises an objection when Ghost is cleared for duty. The only one with no real reason to object. The way he stares you down afterwards... he knows that you know something you shouldn't.

It's not until you're actually in the field with him that you realize what it is, where he must have come back from. It's the way he pushes his mask up, hunched and panting over a pile of corpses. The way he wipes his bloodied hand against his lips. The dark black smoke that he forces from his lungs with each exhale. The inky veins of his hands, his arms. The sulfur smell that sticks in your nose. Fire and brimstone. He looks at you like a wild animal, any thoughts behind his eyes unfathomable and inhuman.

He's perfect, you think. A perfect machine, made just for this. Your Simon, wrong in all the right ways.

"You're not supposed to see this," He rolls his shoulders back, tips his head towards you as he licks the blood off his lips. You raise your gun, keep it trained on him. He takes a step towards you, and you shoulder your rifle, stand a little more purposefully.

"Don't move," You warn him.

"Put the gun down," Ghost warns you in turn. He takes another step towards you, you slip your foot back, preparing to run. His eyes dart over your shoulder. "Price tell them."

You turn to look and feel your heart drop as Ghost grabs your gun. No one's there. Why would they be?

Ghost rips your gun from your hands and spins you, twisting your arm behind your back. You struggle, stomp on his insole, he twists your other arm behind your back to hold you like a wild dog. Barking and biting at nothing. When you finally do sag against his hold, it feels the same as always. You expected the dread of a death sentence to seize you, but it's like sparring.

"I missed you," He murmurs, pulling you against his chest. Ghost's head drops, his covered nose against your neck, breathing you in. The ridges of his mask are uncomfortably inflexible.

"You left me," You bite back, all the misplaced anger pushing itself to the surface. How could he take that hit for you? Didn't he know how much it would hurt you? What happened to always coming home? What happened to never leaving you alone? He died. He fucking died, and he came back wrong and no one will believe you.

"I know," He presses his lips to your shoulder, to your still aching scar, "I'm sorry."

"You left," You can't think of anything else to say, can't think of any other words to break on your tongue. You emotions are running wild. Tears prick at your eyes, anger, frustration, grief you never let yourself touch. It all hurts more than you can put into words.

"Never again," Ghost tells you, he's so warm and solid behind you, he still holds you like you might make a run for it, "I'm all yours now, yeah? Never leaving you again," He kisses your jaw, you can smell the blood on him, "I'll claw my way out of as many graves as I have to, deal?"

You nod, feel something heavy settle in your chest, feel Ghost shiver behind you. That's what you're afraid of, you think, that he'll keep coming back. Different each time.

"Not different," Ghost hums in your ear, "Better."

[c1phyb4ra]

Ghost HC's (SFW & NSFW)

【Hi! It's my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, so apologies for any mistakes in consistency. I'm learning to navigate and format my work. Thank you for your patience <3】

☆My personal angst to comfort headcannons on how Ghost would be in a relationship with you despite all the trauma and suffering he's lived through. I will mark where the NSFW starts if you don't want to read that. My requests are open so go nuts, I'll try my best to do yours :3☆

CW: [For Ghost's past/current struggles] disordered eating habits, paranoia, panic attacks, abuse, gn reader. [For nsfw] praise, body worship, oral reader receiving, gn + afab reader.

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► He had such a rough childhood, living with an abusive father so he's developed a habit of treating you like glass, always worried he'd do something to hurt you.

► Intense insomniac. He's used to not sleeping much due to having to keep an eye out for enemies. He refuses to take sleeping pills out of fear of sleeping through something bad happening. The best you can do is get him to lay with you while you play with his hair. That way he might be able to get at least a few hours of sleep.

► Also struggles with nightmares. He'll hold you tightly in his sleep while mumbling. If he wakes up though, he'll excuse himself to the restroom to calm down before going back to bed. He'll let you spoon him as he tried to go back to sleep again.

► Simon always wears some form of facial covering, having become accustomed to keeping his face hidden. It's like he can't get rid of his Ghost persona when he's just supposed to be Simon.

► Refuses to talk about his work besides his squad mates, such as Soap or Gaz. He hates involving his work with his lover. He wants to have a very firm barrier between those. He can't risk his violent job getting mixed into his domestic life with you.

► When you go out for any reason (whether it be date night or grocery shopping) he's always armed. Always. He keeps a gun on him and has an extra one strapped to his boot along with a couple of knives strapped to the other one. He's very paranoid about being attacked.

► His body has become so accustomed to fight or flight mode that he tends to get very anxious and dizzy. Sometimes he'll get intense panic attacks so he'll shut himself in the bathroom to try and calm himself down. He isolates himself out of fear of burdening or overwhelming you.

► You have to remind him that as his partner, you want to be there for him when he's struggling. He tries to go to you when he's not feeling the best but sometimes he just can't bring himself to do so so he'll shut down in the bedroom and just pace.

► He has a bad habit of skipping meals because he feels the need to punish his body for not being good enough to prevent all the death he sees on the field. Although sometimes when you cook he'll skip them because he feels that he doesn't deserve to eat what you made for him. You'll have to sit and coax him into eating, and sometimes feed him by hand.

[NSFW FROM HERE ON, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.]

► It took him a long time to feel comfortable with the idea of sex. He always worried about not being able to please you, or being too rough. He knows he's strong enough to take down multiple enemy soldiers simultaneously, so he's afraid that he might be too rough with just you there.

► He's very gentle with you, always being careful and asking you if you're alright.

► He loves praise and reassurance. He always prioritizes your pleasure first and loves when you tell him that he's doing good at that. Call him sweet pet names like 'darling, lovie, baby, sweetheart.'

► You called him a good boy once because he helped you put away groceries. That turned him on so painfully much that as soon as all the perishables were out away, he bent you over the counter and fucked you.

► He gets more turned on when he eats you out than when you blow him. He's obsessed with the feeling of your arousal coating his lips and chin. The noises you make combined with the way you taste so sweet to him has him cumming in his pants. Making you cum multiple times from just his tongue feels so validating to him.

► He also secretly likes how your pubes tickle his nose when he plays with your clit. He loves how natural your body is, and is obsessed with every part of it.

► He also really likes how his cum covers your tummy and pubes, seeing you covered in his essence makes this feel more real, like he's really there lovingly fucking his sweet partner.

► As tame as it may seem, he really loves missionary. There's something so hot about him being able to see your face as he makes you feel good.

► He likes to use toys on you that maximize your pleasure, like holding a vibrator to your puffy little clit while he fucks you.

► He goes feral for hickeys. Loves seeing the purple bruises in the shape of your mouth all over his body after a night of passionate loving. He's obsessed with being marked by you.

► Body worship. Giving and receiving. That's his SHIT. He loves telling you how good you look, how beautiful your body is, how fucking well you take his massive cock.

► He loves to trace any scars/stretch marks, it's relaxing to touch and kiss those parts of your body that are unique to you.

► Loves wrapping his hands around your waist or placing them on your hips. Helps him be able to reach deeper spots in you, pleasing you in ways that make you see stars.

► Once you're done, he cleans you up with a warm wet washcloth and kisses any bruises he might leave. He makes sure you pee too because he'd hate for you to get an infection because of him. Once you're all cleaned up he'll bring you water or a snack. Unless you want to just cuddle. He'll hold you closely to him, your bodies melting together so comfortably.

⦅𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔!⦆

[ghosties--writing]

Farmer! 141 members + Konig, Alejandro, and Rudy x reader (Birthday Special)

Hi! My birthday is today but I wanted to post something today for you all.

So… here’s what I think the Farmer men would give you for your birthday (And this is very self-indulgent)

These are also going to be short answers. (I’m giving you this on my birthday, let me slack a little)

Price-

Jewelry

Ghost-

New dress or anything you have briefly mentioned to him

Gaz-

New shoes

Soap-

A child

Konig-

New dress

Graves-

He would cook for you

Alejandro-

A new dress and a child

Rudy-

Jewelry

Keegan-

Jewelry and a dress

Roach-

Almost anything that you have mentioned to him

Please give me more to write about them, I am literally obsessed with the idea of Farmer! CoD characters.

Feed back is welcomed.

I do not condone my work being published on any platform or to be translated in any way.

Reblogs welcome.

[bagofshinyrocks]

okay i just wanted to say that i love your writing!! it is feeding into my gaz obsession as well. i'm going to be honest, i come back to your account to read them again...

TEE HEE HEE!!! i am so flattered. giggling kicking squealing. I'm so happy that there's re-readability!! thank you for leaving me a love note

i send you three million kissies

[writer-of-various]

It's me again!

This particular Trauma Prompt looks promising 👀

“you stayed?” “of course i stayed. why wouldn’t i?”

Lost count how much time I reread your fics

Y'know what I love besides Rudy? Angst: getting my beloved readers to sob and feel their hearts break as they read my fics. Thank you for the requests luv, this obsession with Rudy isn't gonna feed itself lmao.

Alejandro/Rudy

Rudy knew the mission was a bust when he and the others crept upon the hideout, the eerie silence and bright lights that attracted moths making the building and surrounding area suspicious. Too suspicious, too easy. He had alerted Alejandro, who assured him that the tip was accurate and came from a squad they sent in a week ago to scout out the area. Rudy wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that maybe this new unit had more loyal soldiers– soldiers that couldn't be torn into two as they weighed the pros and cons of being in the aforementioned unit or working with the enemy. It happened far too many times with soldiers in Los Vaqueros, each soldier was someone that Rudy took care of, ensured their safety and freedom, but he also knew that the cartel was the easy way out. Far more protected, but not the same loyalty within each member, your best friend can turn and point a gun at your head with a blank expression. He's seen it far too many times as well.

Soap and Gaz went to scout out the outskirts while Ghost guided and covered them from a higher ground. Price was their leader, and Rudy knew he had to confront the captain about his concerns. He barely took a step forward when an explosion goes off, three meters from the hideout, and the roar of cartel members had them in fight or flight mode. His theory proved to be correct, the unit has a rat and the whole mission was an ambush to kill Task Force 141. Rudy was quick to cover Alejandro as they advanced forward, easily pushing through the ruthless cartel members with their strategy. Alejandro made a move to kick open a door once they snuck inside the hideout, only for it to slam open in his face and a flash grenade to go off, blinding the two. Rudy struggled as hands grabbed him, disarming him and something heavy hit his head, the corner of his vision going black but he forced himself to stay away.

"Colonel!" He shouts, everything a blur and it feels like he's moving, not on his own though. He hears Alejandro screaming for him, asking for him, and Rudy is about to question what's going on when something sharp pricks the side of his neck and he succumbs to a dreamless unconscious.

When he came to, he was tied to a chair, his gear still intact but the restraints were tight, presumably cutting off his circulation if the stabbing numbness in his hands and arms were anything to go by. Four men walked in, three with their faces covered by neck gaiters but the one in charge had his identity exposed. A dark glint was in his eyes and Rudy feels something uneasy churn in his stomach, unsure what that smug yet dark look could mean.

"You have strayed too close to dangerous territory. No one is here to protect you, to save you, so I strongly advise that you give up." The man says, pacing in front of Rudy with his hands behind his back. "Where is your base?"

Rudy snorts, a roll of his eyes irritating his captor; "Vete a la mierda, pendejo." His hand snaps to the side in the blink of an eye, an ache settling quickly and Rudy notices the heavy rings adoring the man's fingers.

"You are in no position to talk back, puta." He growls, leaning close to Rudy and staring the sergeant major in the eyes. "Talk now or you're going to regret it."

Rudy is defiant, he stays quiet and prepares himself when the man kicks his chair, knocking him to his back. The man barks orders to the other three and they rush forward, cutting the restraints and shoving him down on the wooden floor. Rudy struggles, eyes wide as the man hovers over him with a knife, the tip of the blade trailing down his shirt and cutting it open in the process.

"Mostrémosle a esta perra lo que hacen los hombres de verdad." Rudy refuses to falter, the statement and chuckles from the four confusing him but he hides it. Everything is quick and confusing until his trousers are being practically ripped off and he panics, kicking his legs, bucking his hips, thrashing like a cat about to take a bath but it's all futile. He whimpers when a hand tightens itself around his neck, calloused fingers digging into his flesh. He scratches at the closest person to him when his underwear is ripped off, the cold air sending goosebumps all over his body. The exposure sent blood to his face, red from embarrassment and anger at being so pathetically weak. Something heavy hits his head again and a groan escapes his lips, the dull pain sending waves of dizziness throughout his head. Black creeps up on his vision again, either from the hand restricting his air supply or the harsh hit that rattled his brain against his skull. A hand, large and heavy, trails up his inner thigh and he feels vomit crawl up his throat, which is now free of the other hand that left bruises in its wake. Tears well up and he tries to prepare himself for what comes next when the door slams open and heavy footsteps walked in.

"Sir, the task force is outside now, we have to leave." Rudy's brows furrow together, heart beating at the thought that the others showed up, that they're going to save him, but his mind is supplying him with negative thoughts. The hands disappear and he looks at the men with a glare that stays on his face even as they kick him and restrain him once more.

"Set up the timer for the explosion." The target orders and Rudy's eyes widen. The others were outside, and if they were looking for him, they would die. Because of him. He tries to free his hands, panic settling and he curses as each tug scraped his skin raw. It doesn't stop him and his wrists are bleeding when he finally manages to free himself, struggling to stand as his chest heaved, begging him to stop moving. One of them must have sprained or broken a rib or two.

Rudy hastily digs inside his hoodie, where concealed pockets were lined equal to the external pockets. He takes out his phone and with shaky fingers call Alejandro, tears welling up as something odd filled the air. He's either going to die from carbon monoxide poisoning or being blown apart, but he'll be damned if he lets Alejandro or the others risk their lives stepping inside whatever infrastructure he's trapped in.

"Rudy? Where are you, amor?"

"A-ale, don't come into the building. T-they...they set up explosives and..." Rudy tries inhaling, getting air in his deprived lungs but the air was heavy and Rudy knew he was too injured. He tried standing, Alejandro's concerned yells background noise and he whimpers when his left ankle almost buckles as he applies pressure on it. Shit.

"Rudy, stay where you're at!" Alejandro orders and he hears footsteps thundering over the phone, his hands shake and he tries to take a step forward but ends up falling forward. Everything hurts, everything burns, and feels disgusting as the man's touch lingers. Rudy barely notices that he's still partially undressed but doesn't care, he knows it'll be a pain to try sliding back on his boxers.

"RUDY!" It's like Hassan all over again, hands grasping him and he's being carried bridal style out of the room, Alejandro begging him to stay awake and a cloth is thrown over his mouth and nose. "Rudy, amor, don't breathe in now."

"A-ale" Rudy whines, the jostling sending waves of pain throughout his body. He hears curses and instinctively flinches, curling closer to Alejandro as fresh air threatens to suffocate him. He's gently laid down in the back of a van, Alejandro kneeling besides him and the engine is started up. Rudy whimpers as they speed off, Ghost moving over to him and despite the large structure and stoic look of the man that still sent nervous shivers down Rudy's spine, Ghost's touch is soft and gentle– an overall contrast to the rest of him. He only remembers Alejandro laying something over his lower half, and Ghost begging him in that commanding yet desperately soft tone of his to stay awake. He doesn't.

—

When Rudy wakes up, there's a machine beeping to his left and a dim light revealing the shadow cast white walls of a hospital room. There's quiet chatter outside and he moves to sit up, startled when two warm and familiar hands force him still. His wide, chocolate-brown eyes look up, a relieved sigh escaping his lips when he saw Alejandro.

"Rudy..." Alejandro whispers.

"You stayed?" Rudy mumbles, feeling bad when Alejandro's expression morphs into one of despair and hurt.

"Of course I stayed, why wouldn't I?" Alejandro sits down, hands moving to intertwine with Rudy's slightly smaller ones. Rudy averts his gaze, face heating up as Alejandro leans close to him.

"I ruined the mission, again. It's just like Hassan, Ale. I get hurt and the enemy gets away."

"Stop, Rudy, stop. I hate it when you talk like this, putting yourself down when how the mission went wasn't your fault at all. I should have listened to you, cariño, when you told me something felt wrong. Lo siento, Rudy, it's all my fault they got you and took you away from me."

Rudy shakes his head, "Ale, please don't blame yourself."

"Then you can't blame yourself either, amor." Alejandro says sternly. Rudy looks like he wants to argue but is too tired and knows this argument would be in Alejandro's favour.

"Fine, deal." Rudy pouts and Alejandro laughs softly, pressing a kiss to his partner's temple.

"Mi hermosa esposa, tan fuerte y aterradora." Alejandro teases and Rudy gently smacks his chest, his flustered face getting darker as Alejandro barks out a laugh.

"No kisses for you, querido." Rudy says, and Alejandro pouts. Rudy sighs after a minute, moving aside and patting the space besides him. Alejandro happily slides besides Rudy, wrapping his arms around the smaller male's body and holding him close.

"Te amo, Rudy. I'll always protect you, I promise, mi vida."

"Te amo, Ale. I'll follow you everywhere."

[mistydeyes]

I would love a mw2 pairing from you! i love your work sm!!!

appearance wise: I am 5’4, i am pale-ish, my hair is dark brown and wavy, it has a lot of volume from being frizzy + i have layers, and it’s armpit length. my eyes are dark brown as well and i have full eyebrows/lashes. I would definitely say i’m on the chubbier side, most noticeably in my round face, 🍒, and thighs. covered in quite a few scars but most of them are faint and only visible up close. in my day to day i wear small silver hoops almost always, and usually my clothes consist of bell bottom jeans and some sort of form fitting shirt / an oversized shirt or sweater and shorts + low top converse. also wear makeup almost daily, at least concealer for my chronic dark circles and some mascara and brow gel

personality wise: i do my best to come off as a understanding and open person to anyone, but i’m definitely very shy upon first meeting people, and (surprise surprise) can’t shut up when i get comfortable (this takes months). im always reserved in group settings, not good with public speaking, etc etc. i tend to have a drier sense of humor, most of the time if i make one of my loved ones laugh it’s due to my lack of reaction to something i or someone else did or said. when i do actually make a joke my sense of humor is a little on the darker side, no offense jokes at all, just shock humor. that and teasing for sure, playfully teasing is my fav. my love languages are verbal affirmation and quality time, im very intuitive and can pick up what people around me are feeling. i love taking care of other, i absolutely thrive when i’m nurturing my friends and family. i am known to be very clumsy and am constant covered in bruises from walking into walls/furniture (it’s half clumsiness and half being 🍃). also i am an avid user of 🍃!

interests and likes: video games (i play on pc and switch!), painting, drawing, and sculpting are my favorite hobbies! but when i’m not feeling up to them i like anime, makeup, fashion, just started getting into the gym, besides that physically speaking the only things that’ve interested me are volleyball and swimming. and i would also consider myself a sanrio enthusiast ^-^ i really enjoy cooking as well as baking and i research new recipes daily. also kinda of obsessed with mood boards (pinterest is everything to me), anything that let me express a niche aesthetic i have interest in. i enjoy reading tarot i have a decent crystal collection i keep on display. also a huge fan of candles, perfume, scented lotion, body spray, incense, anything really that smells fresh (inclshing just actual fresh air) point is, i love smelling good. bit of a skin care fanatic and have practically used my face as a lab rat for different chemicals. listen to music prosctially every hour of the day i love lana del rey, kali uchis, arctic monkeys, PTV, p!atd, slipknot, SOAD, fiona apple, cage the elephant, fleetwood mac, and the list goes on.

future aspirations: currently in my second year of community college but i’m basically just going to get into a white-collar desk job in fianance after getting my bachelor’s, i don’t have any passion for it but that doesn’t matter to me! money is money that feeds into real interests :) /gen

my type: i would say i’m a very open person, i don’t have a physical type but body wise i’d like my partner to be a little taller than me, either more extroverted than me, or capable of handling social situations that are too much for my anxiety. i am not the most outgoing so i couldn’t really get along with someone who wants to be out of the house constantly, my batteries NEED to recharge. other qualified i love are being complimented by my partner, being praised, info dumping + listening to them info dump!!! i love being spoiled + spoiling my partner in every way.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Civilian Kyle never understood why the US Navy loved going to the beach. But after a successful mission with the Navy SEALs, he was invited to "train" with them on the beaches of California with a friendly volleyball competition. As he arrived at the beach in his swim trunks (ones that he had to buy because who would think they needed to bring one), he could see the net set up and a few patrons suntanning a good distance away. When the game first started, he had the unfortunate position of servicing the ball. He tried to do an underhand serve but it went flying across the beach and directly towards a young woman who was enjoying the summer sun. "Heads up!" he yelled but suddenly you caught the ball with record accuracy. Your silver hoops dangled as you rose from your towel and you could see a couple of the men motion for you to roll the ball over. You smirked as you palmed the ball in your hand and threw it up in the air, delivering a jump serve which hit the net with impressive force. Your actions received a few whistles and cheers and you smiled before going back to tanning and listening to your Fiona Apple album. After the match had ended, your sun was blocked by a young man who glistened with sweat in the heat. You lowered your glasses and struck up a friendly conversation. "That was impressive," he breathed out in a gorgeous accent, "you have to show me how to do that."

A peek into your relationship: "I still don't understand how you can do that," Kyle said as you laid on your couch, smoking a bowl. "You just have to grind it up, pack it, then you suck it like a strong and light until you see embers, and then you inhale," you replied before repeating your actions and blowing some smoke in his face. Kyle had been respectful of your habits and you entertained him as he couldn't risk a positive drug test. Besides, he enjoyed the company and your high thoughts. As he rubbed circles on your shoulder, you laid in his chest and mused about random thoughts. "Do you think that bees and butterflies are snobby about what flowers they pick? Like is it like when you go to a restaurant and you only like one type of food?" you asked and you could hear your boyfriend laugh wildly. "What goes on in that head of yours?" he replied and kissed your cheek gently. "Oh that reminds me there's some new summer perfumes from Sephora that are just calling to me!" you said excitedly before Kyle grabbed you and held you back in his arms. "Oh no you don't!" he exclaimed, "let's talk about perfume purchases when you're not thinking about the bees and butterflies."

[krizaland]

Revenge of the Mad King (Yandere!Zib vs Dib vs Zim x Gender neutral reader) Chapter 1

Heyo! Since Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, I got hit with the inspiration stick!

I decided to write up this little fic that I’ll do my best to update.

Be warned: This fic deals with obsessive behaviors, stalking, kidnapping, forced eye contact, forced kissing, death threats, canon typical violence, and love triangles.

Deep within the ash and rubble was none other than Zib.

He had spent months mourning the loss of his once glorious Zim Empire.  

However, Zib had finally ran out of tears to shed.

His empty sadness morphed into a vengeful rage as Zib worked tirelessly to rebuild his tech.

Wire after wire, piece after piece, Zib refused to rest until everything was perfect again in his eyes.

Eventually, Zib had managed to rebuild his lab as well as a few of his favorite gadgets.

Letting out a crazed giggle, Zib made his way to his reconstructed teleporter.

“The teleporter is almost done! All that’s left to do is test it.”

Zib pulled out a small spy camera and placed it into the teleporter.

BEEP!

With the push of a button the teleporter sprung to life.

FSSH!

With a bright flash the camera had vanished, much to Zib’s excitement.

He plopped down in front of his computer and commanded

“Computer! Activate the camera! I need to make sure it survived the trip.”

“RIGHT AWAY ZIB”

The computer’s monitor crackled to life.

Sure enough, the camera indeed survived as video feed of Dib and Gaz begun to play out.

“Yes! If my teleporter is working again, then I’ll finally be able to get my revenge!”

Zib let out a maniacal laugh as he threw his arms in the air.

“Now then, let’s see what my enemies are up to”

Dib and Gaz seemed to be walking to skool.

Dib seemed to be blabbering on and on, much to Gaz’s annoyance.

“Heh, typical. My pathetic counterpart is making a fool of himself as always. He’s such an insult to the name ‘Dib’ ! With a Dib this pathetic, I don’t think there’s anything that could possibly save this sad, pathetic dimension-”

BREEP! BREEP!

“UNKNOWN PERSON DETECTED”

“HUH?!”

Zib looked at the screen and his jaw dropped!

There, right in front of the skool gates, was none other than You!

To say you were breathtaking would be an understatement!

Everything about you was captivating!

From the way you walked to the way you smiled, Zib could already feel his shriveled heart try to leap out of his chest.

“Those eyes…..That smile….They…They’re perfect!”

Zib was so in awe of you that he fell to the ground.

“REACTIVATING!”

ZAP!

Zib’s PAK quickly revived him.

Zib sprung to his feet and announced

“COMPUTER! Change of plans! Use the camera to find out every piece of information you can find on that radiant being! I MUST MAKE THEM MINE!”

“RIGHT AWAY ZIB”

And with that, the camera turned its attention to you and begun to follow your every move.

The camera snuck up behind you and-

SCRTICH SCRITCH

You felt a small tingle on the back of your neck as the camera collected a sample of your skin.

The camera quickly flew away just as your fingers went to investigate.

The camera promptly returned back to Zib with the skin sample.

Zib’s smile was so wide it practically split his face in half.

He all too eagerly snatched up the sample and clutched it tightly.

“Excellent… Now GET BACK OUT THERE AND GATHER AS MUCH INFORMATION AS YOU CAN!”

The camera let out a squeak as it rushed back to you as fast as the teleporter would allow.

Once the camera was gone, Zib opened the vile and took a deep sniff.

His face melted into a dopey expression as he rubbed the vile against his cheek.

“Ahhhhhh…..Even your scent is intoxicating, my sweet….”

“READY TO INPUT DNA SAMPLE?”

The sound of the computer’s voice jolted Zib from his fantasies.

“Ack! Yes! Yes! I’m getting to it!” Zib huffed as he poured a small amount of the sample into the computer’s waiting sensor.

Meanwhile, you were completely unaware of your new secret admirer and continued making your way to the bus stop.

“Y/N? Is that really you?!”

You let out a surprised yelp as Dib eagerly zipped up to you.

“Oh! Hey Dib!”

“Y/N! Oh you have no idea how long I’ve missed you!” Dib cheered dramatically as he threw his arms around you.

“Dib, I was only gone for like one day!” You chuckled as you returned the hug.

“I know! I know! But it felt way longer than that! Anyhow you will not believe what happened while you were gone, Y/N!” Dib announced as he reluctantly let go of you.

“What happened?”

Dib opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by-

“Y/N-HUMAN?! Is it you?! Is it really you?!”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you eagerly rushed up to Zim.

“Yes! It’s me! I’m back!”

“Y/N! How dare you leave Zim! I was so wori- I mean- GIR was so worried about you!” Zim growled as he put his hands on his hips.

“I’m so sorry Zim! But I told you I was gonna go up north with my parents for a day. I told you I’d come back!” You explained as you rubbed the back of your head.

“Eh?! It was only for a day?”

“That’s right.”

“Really?”

“Yep, that’s what I said.”

“Huh, I thought you were gone for a lot longer than that… Well regardless! Next time you keep in touch with Zim! Understood?!” Zim demanded as he jabbed a finger in your face.

“But Zim I-”

“Understood?!”

“Zim I-”

“Understood?!”

“ZIM I TRIED KEEPING CONTACT WITH YOU!”

“Ack! No need to shout!”

“Sorry Zim but I’ve been trying to tell you that I tried keeping contact with you but you didn’t respond!” You huffed as you folded your arms.

“LIES! If you tried to contact me I would-”

“Zim check your communicator.”

“But-”

“CHECK IT!”

Zim muttered to himself as he turned on his communicator.

Sure enough the screen showed over 60 missed calls from you.

“Oh...you did...heh. Well I considering that I was trapped in another dimension that rendered all my tech useless…. I guess it only makes sense that your calls didn’t go through....” Zim chuckled as he turned off his communicator.

“I’m sorry you were what?!”

“Oh yeah I got trapped in a dimension full of pathetic fake mes. It was real crazy but as always I made a successful escape!” Zim chuckled casually as he gestured to himself.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head!

You were about to respond but Dib cut you off.

“That’s what I was going to talk to you about! While you were gone, I followed Zim into some horrible dimension full of different copies of him from other timelines! It was all run by some kind Zim Dib hybrid! I like to call him Zib for simplicity’s sake. Anyhow”

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Ok slow down there. Can you start from

The beginning?” You interjected as you waved your hands a bit.

Dib was about to respond when-

SCREECH!

The bus finally pulled up to the stop.

“I’ll explain on the bus.”

And with that you followed Dib onto the bus with Zim grumbling behind.

Next

[letaintedserpentine]

ZADR WEEK: Emo/Scene

Day 2!!! “What did you do?!”

“Laugh it up.” Dib said defensively. “Hair dye, it’s a thing, not that you would know, space-boy.”

a little stronger emphasis on the Gaz&Dib sibling relationship cause. I love them, and this is the only thing that got into my head with the prompt. thanks to @zadrweek3 for hosting, you are awesome :D

Full fic below or in AO3

The tragedy began, as most tragedies do- with a right-willed protagonist with the misfortune of misguided hubris. It was easy enough for Dib to be caught up in the moment, nabbing his sister’s handheld console as he spotted a familiar figure on the screen.

“You get to play as the Loch Ness monster and you’re choosing some lame warrior?”

“Give it back.” The words, ever so innocuous, sounded downright threatening from her mouth, which was pinched in a scowl. “I am not going through an hour of cut scenes to get there again.”

“It has good stats and everything!”

“I’m warning you.”

“The lore is muddy but close enough! You should at least try it, how bad could it be?”

Gaz felt generous enough to allow her brother a few more seconds of geeking out. That, and the fact that Dib could be fast when he wanted to, dodging out of her grasp easily almost like reflex.

All thoughts of generosity flew out of the bulletproof Membrane enterprise window as Dib sheepishly handed her the console, the screen flashing with congratulations on choosing the character.

All for Dib’s paranormal obsession of the hour. Gaz cracked her knuckles audibly, and left to get a sedative.

“Aughhh… wha-?” It took Dib a moment to place where he was. While waking up on the floor was unusual to him, it usually happened in his room, whenever he’d slumped down after having a particularly tricky battle.

A few bots watched him, and that’s when the place finally clicked. That’s it, she was going to feed him to her robots- he screamed.

A pillow knocked him back.

“They’re off. For now.”

Dib turned. Gaz’s eyes weren’t on him, they were on her console- he was safe for now. But the question remained, why she’d brought him here?

When the panic faded as did his surprise, he noticed that his hair was uncomfortably damp, and reeking of a chemical scent.

“I did warn you.” She said. “I thought about dying your hair a garish color. Something appalling. Maybe green or orange.”

She paused to kill another character on screen. “But the Loch Ness monster had cloaking abilities, perfect for a rouge-like playthrough. Not the worst decision you’ve left me with. Your hair is safe for now- minus the… hm.” She took a moment to toss him a mirror.

He peeked through it and made a face. His hair was bright and pale. “The Swollen Eyeball would never take me seriously with this!”

Any plans of cornering Zim would be second in the meantime, he’d have to get black dye.

“Like they took you seriously to begin with?” Gaz scoffed, but Dib knew it was teasing.

“Well it looks unnatural. On me. Why’d you even have this stuff?” Investigator at heart, he wouldn’t pass this opportunity to take notes on Gaz’s room. She was in a good mood, a bit unlikelier for her to toss him out immediately.

The beeping of her console never paused, but the clatter of her hands on the buttons slowed. “Right, I wouldn't know anything about unnatural hair colors,” She said, the sarcasm thick on her tongue. “What do people usually use hair coloring products for?”

“You wanted to change your hair?”

“Unprecedented astute observation. That’s a first for you, Dib.”

Protective wasn’t usually his role with his sister, especially since she was more than capable of handling others. “Are you okay?”

She sighed, forced and drawn out. “I conceded to you about Nessie. Better take it before I cut your hair off entirely by staying too long.”

“You brought me here!”

“Out.”

“Alright, alright.” Dib sauntered to the door, then paused. “Your hair’s not weird, Gaz.”

Gaz knew she could ignore it. But Dib rarely noticed anything other than his paranormal obsession. She could see where this goes. “You have a stalk on your head. You don’t get any bearing on what’s weird.”

“But still.” Dib shuffled on his feet. “Do you still have your hair coloring things?”

She turned away from her game, squinting at him. ��I don’t have black, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Do you have a color that’s similar to yours?”

She stared at him for a while, deliberating. Then, she closed her console. “I’ll mix something up.”

The hair dryer was loud to his ears, not to mention a bit searing when held in place for too long, but they were nearly done. She worked on him so silently, only every so often humming a note.

Dib didn’t mind. If anything, it was relaxing.

“You’re not going to be popular in this.” Gaz stated, as she felt the hair looked close to done.

“People already call me freak, I don’t think there’s anything new there.”

Gaz hummed, ignoring the unintended implication. “I tried smoothing out your stalk, but…”

Dib could already picture his hair, unaffected by gravity. “Ha, good luck with that. Maybe it’s a mutation.”

The two then thought of the imposing figure of Professor Membrane.

“Nah,” they chorused.

She gave his hair a once-over and gave a light nod. “There goes you being emo.”

“The emos died a long time ago. And I never was.”

She made a face and handed him a mirror. “Sure, edgelord. Congrats on unleashing your pastel self.”

“Wouldn’t that imply that you’re…”

“Labeling me, Dib?”

“Gamer.”

She didn’t acknowledge his backpedal, but she was pleased that her intimidation goes so far.

She pushed the mirror more insistently towards him.

Dib blinked at his reflection. It was awful. He wasn’t used to seeing color on his head, never mind one that’s really bright. Gaz waited for his reaction. “I like it,” he finally said.

She snorted, a sound that managed to be sarcastic, and ruffled his hair roughly. “Dark blue next time. And Dib?”

He perked up.

“Get out of my room.”

Dib didn’t wait for her to get the bots live again, and just went with it. The gruffness of their norm was still there, and he never expected less, but it was nice to be invited again, even if she was, for now, kicking him out.

Dib wasn’t in a hurry to get into school the next day. If not for Gaz waiting on him to go, he would’ve delayed the inevitable for as long as possible, in small part due to the dread of how obnoxious Zim was going to be.

Gaz barely glanced at him when they parted at the school gates, which was fine by him. Best not to have an audience when-

“Dib-stink!” There it was.

The Irken sauntered up to him and pointed to his hair. Blunt as usual, then.

“What did you do?!”

“Laugh it up.” Dib said defensively. “Hair dye, it’s a thing, not that you would know, space-boy.”

Zim wasn’t laughing. If anything, he looked… impressed.

Zim nodded at him. “Rebelling against your code, then? I, too, never did too well being stuck in a role I didn’t want.” His antennas longed to twitch from under his wig, as he deliberated. “I suppose even humans could rebel, even in something as inefficient as appearance....”

Dib didn’t think Zim could be quite civil. He must be plotting something.

“As for the color…” It was highly reminiscent of the one that the current Tallest had, the association too blatant to ignore, but to Zim, it was a dangerous one. Zim wasn’t the type to follow Tallest trends, but if Dib himself was showing subservience to the glory of the Tallests…

“You look good.”

Dib spluttered, choking on air, face red.

Zim only looked at him with admiration for the rest of the day, which only highly confused and flustered Dib.

And if Zim suddenly turned up to school with bright red hair- Dib made sure to say it looked good, too, even if he wasn’t sure himself.

Of course, when Zim began to sprout how much they matched- Dib put that thing to a stop, fast.

[ohbo-ohno]

Oh okay yes please talk about stalker Johnny and Ghost and reader with the make your own dick model 🙏🏻

yeeeesss. i should be writing 1k drabbles but you're getting this instead so i can get it out of my head. sorry not sorry!

stalker johnny who corrupts his girlfriend. you're very happy together and he very slowly introduces the idea of ghost... tells you all about how perfect his is, how strong, how big, how protective of his people, all sorts of things. paints this picture of an almost guardian angel type for her, sorta talks about ghost like he's a god

shows you pictures and his drawings too. and just, slowly, you starts to see ghost in the same way. it's definitely intentional on johnny's part - he tells you very specific stories about ghost to make him sound as perfect as possible

there's a bit of time when johnny starts to bring ghost into the bedroom. he'll fuck his pretty girlfriend with a strap and stuff a few fingers into her ass, whisper in her ear that he's stretching her out for simon. they'll make out and between kisses he'll whisper about what it would feel like to share ghost's cock between the two of you - both of you fighting over who gets to suck his shaft and who his balls, kissing around the head of his cock, fingering you while you suck his cock. it really works for you, and slowly but surely you share johnny's obsession

(he brings home a recording of ghost shouting at recruits one day. you've never come harder than when he fucks you with it playing in the background)

and ghost knows about johnny's little crush. how could he not? his sergeant follows him around like a puppy on base, constantly looking for approval, it would be impossible not to notice quite frankly. once johnny gets a girlfriend he thinks maybe the obsession will abate a bit, but... nope. if anything it gets worse

and, listen, ghost is a bit of an asshole. he's not above feeding johnny's obsession a bit. you think he doesn't see johnny filming him screaming at recruits? babe, he'll yell at johnny without pointing out the camera in his pocket. flexes a little bit when he catches johnny sneaking into the shower behind him. manhandles the boy by the back of his neck

he figures it's mostly harmless, though. honestly he's not sure johnny is freaky enough to really do anything about his crush

he meets you when the whole task force goes out for drinks one night. and ohhhh he gets it. he sees what's going on here.

you and johnny are like two little puppies, begging for his attention. he shows up to the table and sees you sitting in johnny's lap, and you're both staring up at him with stars in your eyes. it's a bit jarring, but ghost settles quickly. price and gaz fuck off early on in the night, and ghost is more than happy to spend some time with the two of you

the both of you pant after his attention all night. he tries to make small talk about your life but quickly realizes that you're only interested in hearing about him. sort of awkward, to be honest, but the attention is nice.

johnny scoots as close as he can with you in his lap, and ghost spreads his legs a bit press their thighs together. without saying anything he scoops your ankles up, setting them on the other side of his legs so you're laid out across him. ghost settles back into the cracked leather of the seat, throws an arm over johnny's shoulder, and takes a sip of his bourbon.

and oh you two blush so prettily

ghost honestly isn't sure if either you or johnny will be brave enough to do anything about your little crushes. he's not going to take that first step - he'll take all the steps after that, but he wants one of you to take the first - and he's a little disappointed when neither of you makes a move at the end of the night.

he notices something's wrong when he and johnny catch a ride home.

the heaviness in his limbs is terrifying at first, and he almost sounds the alarm before he sees the little gleam in johnny's eye.

and it clicks. he understands why his drink tasted just a little different when he came back to the table. and he lets himself relax into johnny's side, and starts planning how he'll get his boy back.

johnny helps him into his room, but leaves him be. simon applauds his restraint, and settles in to wait.

sure enough, less than an hour later, johnny sneaks into the room. ghost leaves his eyes shut, fighting the drugs to keep his mind present.

johnny nudges him a bit, then settles between his legs when he seems content that ghost isn't waking up any time soon. it's hard not to smirk.

"is he asleep?"

"yeah, bonnie, he's out."

oh now that's interesting, johnny's pretty little girlfriend is on the phone with him. your tinny voice sounds nervous but excited from the speaks, and johnny's is just excited.

it takes a while for ghost to figure out what the hell johnny is trying to do - he's never had a dick mold made of himself, alright? it's not an easy process to recognize. he wills himself to stay relaxed, and amuses himself with your conversation.

"oh, wow."

"what? is it big?"

a scoff. "big is an understatement. not sure even you'll be able to take this, lass."

an offended noise. "oh im sorry, this coming from the man who's stretched me out on his entire fist before?"

a laugh. "you're not face to face with his cock, bonnie. fuck, my fingers can't even wrap around it."

"...really?"

a moan. "yes, he's... thick, long. fuck, he's pretty."

ghost would laugh if he wasn't so complimented. who knew johnny would love his cock so much? alright, ghost knew. the boy hasn't been shy with his worship outside of the bedroom, it's not exactly a shock that he is inside of it.

"be careful you don't wake him."

"i'm not an amateur, lass. we watched him drink the whole thing, he's out for the night."

ghost almost laughs.

he's not sure how long johnny takes, but eventually he takes his phone and leaves. ghost's still drugged enough that he can't really look around and see what's happened, but he's pretty confident he knows at that point.

it's gratifying, to know that johnny is so obsessed that he wants to fuck his girlfriend with simon's cock.

now he's just got to figure out a way to watch him do it.

[sweetiepie08]

Rebel Z (Chapter 4)

Invader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9. Chapter 10. 

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Dib felt the familiar burning sensation in his eyes as he stared at his monitors. Zim had been relatively quiet for quite some time now, three years to be exact. He didn’t disappear completely, like he had right before the Florpus Hole incident. Dib still caught him moving about his house, talking to strange aliens on his tele-communication device, and building dangerous-looking machinery. Despite Zim’s clear activity, outright plans to take over the Earth seemed to cease. Or at least Zim stopped gloating about them. Dib noticed these changes and decided they were concerning enough to require constant surveillance, but stable enough that he could step away from his screens every now and then.

As his eyes drifted across the screens, they landed on a haphazard stack of college brochures resting on his desk. Top universities from all over the world have been sending him these since preschool. He suspected college recruiters everywhere put his name on their lists the second they heard the world-renowned Professor Membrane had an offspring. They badgered him and Gaz for as long back as he could remember. They typically threw at least one ivy-league brochure in the trash every week. Although now, he had to start keeping them. Those recruiters must have started salivating as soon as his SAT scores were in. Every school wanted to be able to say they educated the children of Professor Membrane.

At least he didn’t have to deal with all the college recruitment events he knew were going on over at the High Skool. He and Gaz left mainstream education behind years ago after convincing their dad to let them homeschool. It wasn’t that hard. All they had to do was sit their dad down and show him their curriculums. His only condition was that they keep their grades up and take the most advanced programs available. It turned out to be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Dib & Gaz were learning the advanced science their father wanted them to, and they never had to set foot in the Skool again. This arrangement ended early for Dib, as he completed his senior year before his former classmates reached midterms. Of course, this only made the college recruiters even more ravenous.

Well, they were going to have to wait. High school may be over for him, but now he was taking a gap year. He told his father he wanted the time to figure out which branch of science he wanted to study. This was only half-true. Really, he just needed to figure out what to do with his life, period.

His child-hood dream of being a paranormal investigator grew less and less appealing as he saw what the field had become. The Swollen Eyeball network had gone down hill since Agent Darkbootie went off the grid to live amongst the sasquatch. Standards dropped to the Marianas Trench. Now, they let in riff-raff like flat-earthers and hollow-mooners. Uncovering the truth didn’t seem important to them anymore. It was all about who could come up with the most convoluted conspiracy, regardless of evidence or even common sense. Dib wanted to uncover the mysteries of the universe, to expand the knowledge of the human race. Knowledge didn’t seem to factor in at all anymore, not so long as the theory was sexy.

As for Dib’s work on Zim, he had to admit, it’d become mundane sometimes. He could only watch Zim binge-watch tv so many times before accepting there was nothing more to it. Hell, sometimes Dib would find himself watching whatever was on the tv more than he watched Zim. He’d sometimes go days without any notable movement. A few weeks ago, however, remarkable activity breathed new life into Dib’s efforts.

Currently, Zim’s ship sat haphazardly parked, or rather crashed, on the front lawn. Dib stared at it, waiting for Zim to notice the state of his space craft.

“Still monitoring Zim?” He heard Gaz say from the door.

“Always,” Dib replied, eyes still glued to the screen.

Gaz rolled her eyes and walked into his room. “You sure you need to? He’s been pretty quiet lately.”

“He knows I’m watching.”

“Okay, TJ Eckleburg,” Gaz said, leaning on his desk and popping open a soda.      

“huh?”

“Read a book.”

“Whatever,” he groaned, his eyes flickering from one monitor to another. “The point is, quietness means nothing. Remember the time he disappeared but it turned out he was just hiding in the toilet?”

“You mean the time you let him hijack Membrane Labs, kidnap dad, and almost send the planet through a florpus hole?” She took a long sip of her soda. “Yeah, I remember.”

“And what about the time he left for weeks, then just showed up one day and broke my camera?”

“Oh yeah, that. I wouldn’t call breaking your camera ultimate evil, though, especially if you were shoving it in his face. You never did find out where he went, did you?”

“No, but there’s definitely something going on now,” Dib said as he opened his laptop. “I was going over the surveillance footage from last night and look.”

He brought up a clip he saved from the footage. It showed Tak parking a boxy, gray ship in Zim’s back yard and sneaking into his base. After a few minutes, the rooftop hanger opened. She flew Zim’s ship out, dumped it on the front lawn, and parked her own ship back in the hanger.

“Is that Tak?” Gaz asked, watching the clip.

“Yeah, I saw her on the cameras a few weeks ago. She broke into Zim’s base and left after about an hour, but this time she hasn’t come out.”

“So why aren’t you going over to investigate?” Gaz asked, returning to her casual lean.

“I can’t just rush in without a plan on something this huge!” he retorted. “I have to figure out what they’re doing first.”

Gaz shrugged. “Maybe she killed him and took over his base.”

“It’s not that easy,” Dib explained. “Zim’s computers are programed to only respond to him.”

“I used it once. The Tak hotdog thing, remember?”

“That was different. Zim let us in semi-willingly. Unless Tak found a way to override the security features…”

“Maybe she’s using Zim’s corpse as a meat-puppet to control the computer.”

Dib cringed. “Uh, gross.” Even he wasn’t sure he could stomach that idea. He returned to his monitors and saw a shadow move in Zim’s living room. “Wait! I just saw something!”

They both leaned into the screen as Dib zoomed in the camera on the window. Through it, they could see Zim’s robot servant sitting on the couch, eating snacks.

“That’s just Zim’s dumb robot watching tv,” Gaz said.

Dib threw his hands up. “Oh come on!” The robot again?! He’d watched this thing gobble down nachos on this couch a million times. Why did everything look so normal over there? “There has to be something going on. Is Tak hiding? Did Zim capture her? Are they planning something together? I have to know!”

“My best guess?”

“You’ve got a theory?” Dib asked, eagerly swiveling his chair around to face her. “Let’s hear it!”

“Tak’s playing the trombone and Zim’s slamming the oven door.” Gaz smirked, looking annoyingly proud of herself.

Dib’s face fell into a scowl. “Thanks Gaz, very insightful.” He sharply turned his chair back toward the monitors.

“You’re going to be up here obsessing all day, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Probably.”

“Fine.” Gaz downed the rest of her drink, tossed the can in the trash, and started toward the door. “I was thinking about watching that new Skinwalker Ranch documentary tonight, but I guess you’ll be busy.”

She walked out, leaving Dib alone with his screens. He scanned the feed in front of him, all inactive save for Zim’s snacking robot. He had been wanting to check out that documentary, but keeping an eye on Zim was more important, especially after this recent development. His eyes landed on the robot again, who was now sloppily sucking down a giant slushee. Dib sighed and checked the rest of his cameras.

Still nothing.

[-]

Zim emerged from his labs after another night of testing and research. His latest project was going well so far, despite the recent interference. No doubt, his leaders would be pleased. He went to the kitchen for a well-deserved soda and, whistling, headed to the living room to check on Gir.

As he sipped, he noticed something large and purple out the window. When he went to look, he nearly spit out his drink. His voot sat crashed in the front yard for all the Urth to see.

“Gir!” he shouted, jumping around to face his robot. “What is my ship doing out there?!”

“I dunno,” Gir said, munching away on his snacks.

“Well, if you didn’t do it, who did?”

“Uh, Zim,” the computer interrupted. “It was probably the intruder.”

“What intruder?!” Zim demanded, stomping into the middle of the room. “Why didn’t you alert me?”

“Uh, I did.”

The show Gir was watching snapped off the tv and the screen now showed security footage from the previous evening. Zim and Gir sat on the couch with a bowl of snacks.

“Sir, I have detected a-”

“Not now, computer,” TV Zim said, “Jessica is about to reveal the murderer.”

“But this really is urgent.”

“Of course!” TV Zim shouted, leaning off the couch. “It was the bus driver, seeking revenge for his fallen offspring!”

“Zim, there is an intruder in the-”

TV Zim jumped to his feet. “What? No!”

“Exactly!”

“It’s not the bus driver after all!” TV Zim declared. “I knew it!”

“No you didn’t,” TV Gir chimed in.

“There’s too much time left in the episode. Jessica still has 15 minutes to find the killer. Now, which of these smelly bus-humans is the real culprit?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever.”

The security feed cut out and Gir’s show came back on the tv. Zim growled and pressed his palms into his forehead. Curse that Jessica Fletcher and her engaging small-town mysteries! If that show hadn’t been canceled Urth decades ago, he would have ensured that was the last murder she ever wrote.

“Computer! Is the intruder still in the base?”

“Yes.”

“Locate them.”

After a few seconds of processing sounds, Computer answered. “Irken biosignature located in the storage room.”

Irken, he was pretty sure he knew what that meant. Zim stormed over to the trashcan/elevator. “Computer, take me to the storage room. I’ll show Tak how to sneak into my base.”

“You’re going to show her how to sneak into your base?”

“Or how not to sneak… Or what happens when you sneak… or… Ugh you know what I meant!” Zim jumped into the elevator. “Just take me there!”

[-]

Finding Tak wasn’t as hard as he expected. As soon as he made it down to the storage room, Zim was greeted by the sound of something metal clanging to the floor. From there, all he had to do was follow the trail of crushed cans. At the end, he found Tak sitting on the floor, surrounded by discarded cans and bottles. She barely took notice of him as she downed another drink.

“You!” He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You have some nerve coming back here after… whatever it is you did! I spent days running diagnostics, trying to figure out what it is you tampered with.”

“Eh, who cares what I did?” Tak slurred, tearing her mouth away from the bottle. “I’m back on Urth. Life is empty and destiny is a cruel joke.”

“What are you going on about? And what is all this?” he said, trudging through her mess. His foot kicked a glass bottle which was larger than the rest. Picking it up, he recognized the fancy Irken label. “This is my gingzor!” he gasped. “I’ve been saving this!”

“You can get more,” Tak said with a burp. “Did you know you can get this stuff on Urth without showing identification? Idiots.”

“Have you been in my storage room, drowning yourself in gingzor all night?”

“Yup, why not? As good a way to waste my meaningless life as any.” She looked down the neck of the bottle in her hand. “Empty, sad,” she pouted as she tossed it over her shoulder.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just my recent discovery that my entire life is a lie,” she sighed. “Hey, wanna watch me laser-shot this whole six pack?”

Tak held up a pack of green cans by their plastic connector. She shot a hole in the bottom of one with a laser pistol, then started chugging the drink out from the bottom.

Zim curled a finger around his chin as he pondered the sight before him. This was very unlike Tak. He’d had enough encounters with her to know what to expect. Proud declarations of her superiority, vows for bloody vengeance, maybe a bit of maniacal cackling… that was Tak. She even had all night to attempt to kill him and, instead, spent it swimming in a pool of gingzor and self-pity. This…this was not Tak. He wondered what could possibly bring her to such a lowly state. Then it hit him.

“Ah, I see what’s happened,” he declared. “You finally realized you were never meant to be an invader and that knowledge has sent you down a spiraling pit of despair. Go on, let it out. Zim can offer his pity.”

Tak’s eyes narrowed. She plucked a can off of the pack, shook it up, and sprayed it in Zim’s face. Zim let out a yelp as he was doused in the drink.

“You know, Zim, I didn’t know you were so sentimental.”

“Sentimental?” he grumbled, rubbing the gingzor out of his eyes

“I found your secret stash.” Tak smirked as she pulled out a box labeled ZIM’S PRIVATE STUFF (GIR DON’T TOUCH).  She reached into the box and took out a CD case titled Best of Queen. “Looks like someone’s a fan of Urth royalty,” she said as she tossed it in the air.

Zim scrambled to catch it before it smashed on the ground. “That is a music group, not royalty and-”

“Oh what’s this?” she asked, pulling out his sleeved blanket. “Some sort of backward robe?” She threw that on Zim’s head, then held up his fuzzy boots. “And what are these?”

Zim snatched the blanket off and dropped it on the ground. “It gets very cold on Urth and-”

“Guess I can expect softness from someone who kept their cadet badge.” Tak held up the pink, metal circle with the Irken insignia emblazed on it. His heart beat just a second faster.

“Enough!” he shouted, swiping the badge out of her hands. “You have no business going through my stuff!”

Tak made a dismissive sound and waved her arm. “Pfft, I’ve already seen the inside of your brain. What’s the harm in looking through a few boxes?”

“Eh? My brain? Wha?” His hands flew to his back as he realized what she just admitted. “My PAK! You tampered with my PAK!”

“For the last time, I didn’t tamper, I ANALYZED!” she screamed in his face.

“Uh… this was the first time I mentioned it… Wait! It doesn’t matter! You committed a capital offence!”

“No, tampering is a capitol offence. Analyzing isn’t technically against the law.” She let out a bitter chuckle. “Although, it probably should be if they didn’t want me to see what I saw.”

“Eh? What?”

“I know something you don’t know…” she sing-songed.

“What? What is it?” He demanded, grabbing her by the shirt. “Tell me!”

“Guess who’s defective…” she sing-songed again in that annoying, giddy tone. “You! And me! And Skoodge! And a whole bunch of other people probably! And it doesn't matter at all!” She laughed. “Nothing matters! Nothing is real!” She laughed harder and threw her arm around Zim’s shoulders. “I don't even want to kill you anymore because it be so pointless. Why put in the effort? We're just walking talking food for a giant, horrible, tentacle-y, blob-monster-god-thing”

“What blob-monster-god-thing?” He inquired, pealing Tak’s arm off of himself with a sneer.  

“You know it as the control brains.” She smirked. There was something bitter and smug in it.

“Control brains?” He gasped. “You're speaking treason.”

“Eah-yup!” she declared, popping open another drink.

He desperately rubbed his temples as this new information buzzed around in his brain. She couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t be. “This is a trick,” he accused, eyes darting around, looking for hidden cameras. “You're trying to get me to say something treasonous so you can record it and show it to the Tallest.”

“Nope, no trick,” she said. Her voice was unsettlingly casual. “I went all the way to Refierencee to find out Irk is nothing but the plaything of a life sucking horror blob. Don't believe me? Here.” She tapped a spot on her PAK and a cable flew into her hands. “Plug me in and check my memory drive. See if I'm lying.”

She waggled the cable at him, daring him to take it. There had to be a reason she was doing all this. She must have some sort of ulterior motive. Why else would she make up such an outlandish lie? Unless, it wasn’t a lie...

“Fine,” he said, snatching the cable, “but I warn you, I've upgraded my computer security. So if you try to infect my base with a virus, it won't work.”

Tak shrugged and went back to her drink.

Something was wrong here, very wrong. Whether it was the truth or just a nefarious plot, there was only one way to get to the bottom of it.

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Tak sat on a box, her PAK plugged into the computer while Zim reviewed her memory drive on his computer screen. He played the Refirencee memories again. Was this the 3rd or 4th time? He couldn't remember. He scanned each frame with a sharp eye. There had to be something else here, some sort of tell that this was a trick, just another one of Tak’s schemes. There was no way this could be true.

“Watch as many times as you want,” Tak said, opening yet another can. “It's not gonna change.”

“You tampered with your memory drive,” Zim said matter-of-fact. Even if he hadn’t found an inconsistency yet, that had to be the case. It was the only explanation. Well, not the only one…

“Nope,” she answered. The assurance in her voice was grating. “Have your computer check. I dare you.”

Zim glanced up. “Computer…”

“No signs of tampering detected.”

“You see…” She was so smug. He hated it.

“Then this Krislotch person is a liar.”

“And has an amazing amount of free time on his hands,” Tak retorted.

“There must be something else!” Zim slammed his hands on the control panel. “Some other explanation! If it is true that means-”

“That our people are slaves and our entire society is a lie? Why do you think I keep drinking?” She asked, knocking her drink back.

“Enough sass, you talking bottle of gingzor!” He shouted, whirling his chair around to face her. He jumped to his feet and put an accusing finger in her face. “You expect me to believe this? That the Control Brains are actually-”

“A giant parasite feeding off the life force of our entire race? Yes! Exactly! What aren't you getting?” She jumped to her feet as well and advanced toward him, crushing a can in her hands. “It's got its tentacles in everything. It controls every aspect of our lives and it'll continue to grow bigger and bigger until that's all there is. Irk doesn't exist, Zim!” She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in. “In our lifetime it never has! There is only it and everyone: the invaders, the foot soldiers, the janitors, the food service drones, even the tallest! We're all just slaves to the glory of the parasite.”

Tak broke out in a wild cackle as tears began leaking from her eyes. Her fingers slipped from Zim’s clothes and she doubled over, hysterical laughter echoing around the room. Zim could only watch and puzzle over her conduct. This behavior was unbecoming of a proper Irken, especially not an elite as Tak fancied herself. Maniacal laughter was fine, sure, but this? Would she degrade herself so much for an act? He thought not.

“What now?”

“It's just so funny,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “I mean, we work all our lives to serve the empire. You and I even remained loyal in exile. And when I learned about this thing, how our people were in danger, my first thought was ‘I have to stop this thing.’ And now,” she let out a burst of cackling, “I'm an enemy of the state! And I have to hide in your base of all places and the first person I can tell about any of this is you.” Her laughter began again in full and it sent her to the floor. “You see how that's funny?”

“Uh, no.”

“Oh.” She calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths. “Am I laughing or crying?”

“Uh, laughing I think?”

“Good, good, 'cause this really is funny,” she said, reaching over and grabbing another can. “Like a great, big joke. My life, my existence… it's all a big, cosmic… what's that human phrase? Fuck you!” Her arms opened to the ceiling. “It's a big, cosmic fuck you!”

Zim watched her, laying on the floor, her pained laughter filling the room. The site was beyond pathetic, but he could feel no victory in it. He couldn't feel anything at all. If this was true, Tak was right… about everything. And in the face of this revelation, he did the only thing he could do. He sat down on the floor, grabbed a can of gingzor from the pack, and poured the contents into his mouth.

[ghouljams]

hello I'm fucking obsessed with your Hozier analyses. You just GET IT!! Wasteland, Baby! was my hyperfixation for a while, so I'd like to pitch a few suggestions that I would love to hear more from you about:

Movement - Ballet König, Ghost/Die or König/Fetch (honestly, all of the demon au humans watching their demon darling work): "When you move, honey I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free...Move like grey skies, move like a bird of paradise, move like an odd sight come out at night...so move me baby"

Nobody - Price/Duck, Soap/Moon: "And I think about you though, everywhere I go, and I've done everything and I've been everywhere you know, But I've had no love like your love from nobody" "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint, I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave"

Talk - honestly works for every pairing, but I'm thinking König/Liebling or König/Bee: "Imagine being loved by me, I won't deny I've got in my mind, all the things I could do, so I try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you"

Dinner & Diatribes - again, works for everyone, but I'm getting Ghost/Die vibes: "I knew it from the first look of mischief in your eyes, I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight. A pillar I am of pride, scarcely can speak for my thinking what you'd do to me tonight"

Obviously, you don't have to go with the pairings I suggested. I'm just here to feed the Hozier analysis because goddamn I love that man's music. (Maybe we could also get some Sleep Token lyrics sometime? Very Ghost tbh) (Also sorry for dumping this essay length ask in your inbox LOL I got carried away)

OK I'm going to list Hozier songs I associate with each couple and a short(Ghoul Short) reason. I'm just going to be doing couples I haven't already talked about, but god there's so many of these assholes.

"Nobody" is Gaz and Birdie's song, genuinely I think it's their first dance at their wedding. "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint, I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave" is just so them. Both of them have spent their lives experiencing every part of the world they could, and they've found a love unparalleled in each other.

"De Selby part 1" or "Damage Gets Done" is Soap and Moon. Idk I think they need a duet, they're hard to pin down. With De Selby there's this huge-ness to it, the night and the dawn that your love captures and contains. The feeling of holding the sun in your hands and being burned. Damage Gets Done is almost mournful but it's a celebration. It's two people with nothing but each other, desperately hoping that their codependency doesn't hurt, doesn't end. They're young and reckless but that won't be what hurts them, it'll be the other person that spells their ultimate doom.

"Talk" 100% Konig and Bee. All the things he wants to do to her, do with her. It's madness, he has to hold himself back, talk refined, or he's worried he'll scare her off.

"Wasteland! Baby" feels Price and Duck to me. Just the gentle rhythm, the ebb and flow of "I'm in love, I'm in love with you" holding hands as the world ends around them. Through the fear and the fire that happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl, through sickness and health, through deployments and medical school, through unplanned weddings and even more unplanned pregnancies. For every airport pickup, and lunch break, I'm in love with you.

"Movement" is Ballet!Konig and his darling, self explanatory. She makes him love dance again, she moves and thus moves him as well.

"To Be Alone" is Ghost and Die. "Honey, when you kill the lights/ And kiss my eyes/ I feel like a person for a moment of my life/ But you don't know what hell you put me through" do you see my vision? They're tied to each other, they need each other, but it's scary and it hurts, but they can't quit each other. Not yet. (BUT ALSO "Who We Are" is so fucking Ghost and Die "Christ, hold me like a knife" I could write ESSAYS)

"From Eden" is Price and Price. This again strikes me as something that would duet well with the two of them. The death of innocence, the familiarity with each other. There's something almost ancient, intrinsic, about the way they fall together. A demon slithered up from eden and settled outside Price's door, and it was so familiar to him that he had no choice but to love them.

"In a Week" is Gaz and Luck. The duet just works so well. They lay together at the end of all things and yet they still know who lays beside them. They'd know each other blind, in a crowd they'd pick out their love's voice. In death they'd still recognize each other. They're home with each other, and it doesn't matter which consumes them first because when they're found they'll be together with their fingers entwined.

"Son of Nyx" is Soap and Hush. The atmospheric swell of piano, the fuzz of background noise, the haunting lilt of a lyricless voice, the strings dragging against the melody of the piano. Somehow the discordant sounds all piece together into (one of my favorite) song, and then everything falls away just to the strings. The emotion of it just leaves me breathless. There's something careful about the music Soap and Hush make together, something that starts in confusion and ends with a swell of emotion.

"Moment's Silence(Common Tongue)" is Konig and Fetch. It's the oral. BUT it's also the release, the short moment of clarity, or respite, that they give each other. There's no meaning to the things they do, no honor in mercenary work, no greater good they're fighting for. They take meaning in each other, and soothe the wounds of a war that isn't theirs.

"Foreigner's God" is Viking!Soap and his darling. This is another essay I could write. Both of them foreigners, bound by their shared history, by their language, by their desire to live on for the people they've lost. Soap holds his love like a new god. Both of them have suffered, but together they can rebuild.

"Run" is Knight!Ghost and his princess. "Run to me, lover, run until you feel your lungs bleeding" y'know? You get it. The clawing of others for his love, the desperation to get to each other. "A shame without sin" their whole relationship is built on an absence of sin(physicality) but it keeps the shame of their desires. ALSO "First Light" is so them. The absolute love and devotion, seeing your lover when you open your eyes and knowing that your whole life is laying beside you.

I'm not gonna do the fae or Ghost!Ghost because this is already long, sorry. but i have many thoughts on everyone. You're reigniting my Hozier hyperfixation.

[bagofshinyrocks]

hello love !! just wanted to let you know that you're hella feeding my soap craze and you totally kickstarted my gaz obsession LMAO i'm obsessed with your prompt work 💕💕

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WORKS

Soap is one of my favorite little stinkers to write for, and I hope my Gaz characterization is good too. He's such a cutie patootie.

I send you a dozen smooches. Love you <3