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(( CAN WE WATCH SPACE DANDY TOGETHER IM FUCKING))

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     It was one of those peaceful nights, not much had happened within the day, Zim had pulled away after a sloppy make-out session, before Dib decided that he’d wanted to get high. Laying back on Dib’s bed, he watched the other sit in the window, a joint between his long, slender fingers.

    Out of his disguise and PAK off for now, Zim was laying on his back, hands behind his head and one leg propped up, ankles twisted in Dib’s sheets. Wearing just one of Dib’s shirts and a small pair of shorts, Zim couldn’t of felt more at ease then at this very moment. Faintly, Time was playing from Dib’s laptop speaker, the device itself propped open on the floor, plugged into the wall.

    Eventually, Zim found himself rolling back onto his shoulder blades for momentum, before throwing his body forward, managing to roll onto his knees without the use of his hands. From there, he’d make his way over to Dib, propping himself in the window next to the human, a soft grin taking over his face.     Wordlessly, he’d wrap Dib’s curtain around the two of them, resting his head on the teenager’s shoulder as his bare feet swung freely out the window in the cold night air. Zim was content, no one would dare ruin this moment for him. Raising a hand, he’d lace his two fingers with Dib’s hand, the one that was holding the joint, and brought it to his mouth. At the same time he was kissing Dib’s fingers, his lips wrapped around the joint, taking a slow drag.

    The night was rough, as one would expect after something like that had taken place. Zim has ATTEMPTED to sleep that night, trying to refresh his mind, and hope that this was all just some AWFUL NIGHTMARE caused by pure delirium. All sleeping attempts were feeble at best, and Zim found himself restlessly laying on the couch as GIR squeaked some sort of rubber ducky continuously throughout the night. He’d kept his hologram on, unwilling to face the damage he’d caused to himself beneath it, walking past any reflective surface would only serve to be a brutal reminder of what had taken place just earlier that evening.

    Several times throughout the night, Zim considered just skipping school, or even just dropping out, anything to avoid having to face Dib, even though Zim wanted more than anything was for Dib to reconsider, think about what a foolish move this was. If Zim was dependent on Dib, Dib couldn’t SURVIVE without Zim.     The pain was worth just even seeing that boy give a genuine smile for once.      Everything he went through here, it didn’t even MATCH the suffering and abuse he went through both on Irk and Foodcourtia. Of course, he’d still gone through a lot of trauma on EARTH, but only a small portion of it was actually effecting Zim as much as the humans really thought. 

    Most of the trauma had been through association, relating certain habits or threats to the terror he’d first experienced when he’d arrived on Earth. Dib’s hostility, threats, stalking (although, that wasn’t ONLY Dib, there had been a few cases where Zim hadn’t felt safe to leave the house.), and things like handcuffs. The threat of being cut open was much more terrifying than the reality, the only real after-effect was the abdominal pain that Zim had quickly come to ignore.

    It was around third period, when Zim decided to take a brief bathroom break from class. Thankfully, Zim didn’t have any morning classes with Dib, it wasn’t until sixth period, or maybe lunch that Zim had to worry about running into him, if Dib would even show up at all. The sudden blackouts and memory wipes that Zim had been experiencing had stopped early that morning, but left him with a massive headache.