Rigby pressed his fingertips into the plushy pillow, his hands trembling slightly. He stared at the whirl of colors on the smallish television. His eyes widened in shock and his pupils trembled as he stared at the TV, salty tears overflowing his eyes and sliding down his flushed cheeks.
"You idiot!" he shouted shakily, hurriedly climbing to his feet on the sofa. He pointed at the television, his hand trembling. "He loved you! You didn't have to give up your baby, you broad! You could have had both!"
Rigby stared at the television for a long, silent moment before sobbing and plopping face-first onto the couch. He bawled weakly into his tear-
Sugared Coffee is Always Best by M-B-Skye, literature
Literature
Sugared Coffee is Always Best
Mordecai leaned over the long wooden table eagerly, making Rigby glance up at him, a bit irritated. Mordecai swiped a strand of blue hair behind his ear and straightened his thick sweater as he watched Margaret bustle around behind the counters to prepare their coffee. How dare he clean up his appearance for her! Rigby narrowed his eyes slightly, his temper rising as he watched his best friend make googly-eyes at Margaret. Rigby leaned back in his chair and tightly folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at his lap, pouting. Stupid Mordecai! He never paid attention to Rigby or at least not as much as he would like
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Dib snuck up behind Zim. His steps were muffled and he grinned. He was ecstatic that he finally caught the alien off-guard. He held his weapon in his hands as he crept closer. He was so lucky that he had caught the alien the other day. What he saw changed what he knew about Irkens, about aliens, and about Zim.
Zim was sitting under a tree, dappled sunlight falling through the leaves. He was alone in the schoolyard. He always sat alone at lunch. Dib figured it was because he was busy plotting something evil. Since he always ate with Gaz, Dib never got a chance to see what Zim did at lunch. But today he did. Gaz was sick and h
Title: Touch
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Rating: T
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Author: TrilleDiabolo
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Warning(s): Shounen-ai, intergalactic love
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Summary: A story inspired by my ZaDr fanart "ZaDr - shoujo style". Zim doesn't know about human affections and how intimate a touch can be. Dib decides to show him. Story for ~Yakushi
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Hands. Sensations. Nerves connecting to a central core. Sending pleasurably messages to one's body.
Lips, soft, wet, chapped, burned, swollen. Delicious sweet lingering feelings that make one dizzy.
Warmth, a momentum of heat radiant heat from another's body. Waves of comfort.
Emotions, in every color shape and size.
Touches, the very feeling of
Dib watched Zim curiously as he saw the irken remove his wig for only a brief moment to massage his antennae before looking around and quickly putting it back on. No one seemed to have noticed; no one except a certain black-haired kid.
Dib lowered his binoculars and leaned back against the trunk of the tree he was perched in. It was recess and he was doing his usual spying on Zim. They were in Hi-Skool by now and Zim hadn’t managed to take over Earth yet. Not that anyone really expected him to. He’s shown his incompetency so many times Dib stopped worrying about him long ago. He just liked observing the many odd quirks the alien
Dib tightened his arms around his captive, snuggling close to his fragrant chest.
"Mngh." Zim grunted, jerking a little in his arms.
"Morning, alien scum," Dib mumbled into jade flesh, nuzzling against the alien's neck and placing a kiss there.
"Sleep," Zim uttered, not opening his eyes.
"But I like you," the human responded teasingly. When this merited no immediate response he pulled back and pressed his lips gingerly to the Irken's shallow cheekbone.
"Dib-thing!"
Zim wriggled, scrunching his eyes shut in displeasure.
"What have I told you about your little smacky human ickies?"
"What " Dib pecked him on the lips before h