#prazadr

im so [not] normal about small zim picking up tall dib

also who who who and me

("I'll post it tomorrow!" I say, as I fucking don't. Hhhhhhh sorry for the wait dolls 😖)

There was a knock on his window, and Dib jolted so hard he slammed his head into the roof of the car. 

"Fuck!" He barked, jerking the door open roughly and sending whoever was outside stumbling back. "I swear to whatever God you believe in that I will end you--"

"Then who'd get your fixes for you?" came the dry reply. Dib stepped out of his car and shut the door behind him to see Torque, arms crossed and entire face pink with cold. "I saw you out here and thought I'd say hi. Didn't know death threats came with."

"Buy one get two free," Dib snorted back, rolling his eyes. The air felt too clear out here. Cold and clear where he should be suffocating. "Fuck you want, Smackey? I'm broke until next month."

"Again, I'm not a drug dealer," Torque retorted irritably. "I came to ask if you needed a place to stay. You know, since it's almost midnight on a school night and you're doing drugs behind a gas station."

Dib scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "What an altruist. Do you want a fucking medal?"

"I'm trying to help," Torque bit back.

"Yeah, everyone is nowadays! Isn't it swell? Everyone running around with sunshine and good intentions shooting out of their ass, with their ass all jealous of the utter horse shit coming out of their mouth." Dib reached for his lighter. "Well, you know what they say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And with everyone's good intentions nowadays, damn if this isn't hell." He took another cigarette between his lips and raised his lighter towards it, only for Torque to snatch it out of his hands.

"Do you think you're funny?" Torque hissed.

"Oh absolutely. I am fucking hilarious. My entire life is a joke."

"Oh my God, Membrane, 2012 called and they want their emo edginess back. Shut the hell up with the cynicism and the bad boy act and maybe take the hand someone is offering you." Torque slipped the lighter into his own pocket with a glare, standing his ground even as Dib's eyes flashed and he drew himself up to his full height, towering over Torque like an avenging demon.

Teeth bared in a snarl, Dib growled. "You're not my fucking mom, Smackey. Give me my lighter and fuck off."

Dib is at his fucking limit

ZaDr week 2 day 4: Jealousy!