What is Love -ZADR-There it was agian. That feeling.What is Love -ZADR-5 years ago in Settings More Like This
That same feeling that made Zim stop, just like last time. And the time before.
Zim had his PAK legs raised, ready to strike down his opponent for good, but there it was, that awful feeling. It was like a twisting in his spooch, an invisble restraint, holding him back from ending to human's life. Wanting the other to live, for him to be an object of Zim's....
Zim growled as he lowered his PAK leg and decided he had to do something diffrent, so he kicked the Dib in the ribs, making the other groan a bit. Something in Zim made him ache just at that action....what was it? Zim looked around to see if anyone was around before looking at the human one last time and raced away to his base.
Zim slammed the door and breathed heavily, his body leaning agianst the door. Gir was staring at the TV when Zim arrived, and only took slight notice in his master's arrival before looking back at the television. Zim brushed off his shirt and he tried his best to let his br
Hold On When he found him, he was so cold. How could someone so warm turn so cold? How could the teen so full of life and energy do this? Why would he do something so horrible? Why? He was always so happy and excited. What would make him so. . .he couldn't even think anymore. Seeing Dib, seeing his love, lying there, looking as if he were dead. It tore Zim apart.Hold On9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had to save him. It was either that or kill himself. He picked Dib up by the waist and carried him to his home base in his arms. As he walked, Dib nuzzled against the red fabric of Zim's T-shirt. That was good, at least he was still alive. All he had to do was give him some medicine and get him warm again and he should be fine. Yeah, perfectly back to normal.
They finally made it to the base after what felt like hours. "You'll be okay, Dib. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Hold on." Zim whispered as he set Dib down on is couch. He sat under him and placed his head on his thighs. "Z
Zim, Dib, and the Merry JinglyIt's snowing.Zim, Dib, and the Merry Jingly5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is the one thought that Zim has as he watches out the window. He's pissed because he came here while it was still sunny out. The forecast said that there wasn't supposed to be snow for three more days at the least and foolishly he'd trusted them. He'd figured that maybe the humans could get a simple thing like meteorology correct, but once again he's been proved wrong because the snow is coming down in torrents and Zim has not immunized himself.
He turns back to the sleek countertop, frustrated with the smoothness even though it's nothing bad. Right now he feels like everything should be as rough as he's feeling inside, as torn up and messed up as he is. That countertop is sitting there, mocking him with its smooth edges and the fact that it reflects the light from the bar. He curses it silently and promises himself that countertops are among the first ten things he's going to ban usage of once he's conquered this world, along with old ladies, sticks, and daytime tel
Under the RainUnder the Rain5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Marth had asked Roy to meet him outside on a rainy day, the redhead merely raised a skeptic brow at him, but said he would later.
"What do you think he wants?" Roy asked his good friend Link, scratching his head.
Link shrugged and shook his head. "Maybe he's gonna get you struck by lightning." he chuckled.
"Oh, shut up."
Link laughed but then became serious. "But seriously, meeting you out in the rain? I've never heard of that..."
"It's Marth, what do you want?"
"That's true...I think you should go meet him."
"Yeah! Anything can happen on a rainy day!"
The True Meaning of FriendshipTrue Meaning of FriendshipThe True Meaning of Friendship5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez, who hates my guts
Summary: One-shot ZADR in Dib's POV.
Somehow, I always knew that I loved Zim. It was hard for me to admit it at first, but I always knew. It all started a little while ago; roughly 6 months ago, when Zim had received the most horrible news he had ever heard in his life.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT AN INVADER?" I remember hearing him scream at the monitor before him. Sure, I wasn't supposed to be there, eves dropping like that, but I had been concerned about him for quite a few weeks by then. He had been acting strangely. Well, more so than usual at least. Zim had his quirks but, this was a little bit different. Okay, I lied. It was WAY different. He had been really quiet. I mean SUPER quiet. Not a word for days on end. So, I decided to sneak into his base and do some, to put it softly, spying, on my Irken nemesis.
He had been on the communi
Your Call FerardWaiting for your call I`m sick, call I`m angry, call I`m desperate for your voice, listening to the song we used to sing, in the cart you remember, butterfly, early summer. Playing on repeat, just like when we would meet...Your Call Ferard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sat alone in my room, knees brough tightly to my chest. I rocked gently, back and forth, every other minute checking my cell phone for missed calls, even though each time I checked there were none. My stomach was turning and I felt alone. I was angry at those kids at my new school for beating me up so bad. I was angry at my parents for not caring, and for making me move out here in the first place. And worst of all, I was desperate to hear Gerard`s voice at the other end of that phone of mine. The song-'our song' was playing on repeat in the background. It reminded me of when we would secretly meet up in between classes, or under the bridge by the lake. It reminded me of the warm summers we spent by that lake, humming and talking and