Everything Has a Purpose, an Invader Zim x GN Reader

Confrontation

(Alternate title: Dib is unhinged)

You plop in your seat and throw your bag on the floor. Dib taps you on the shoulder with a questioning look; you scoff and flip him off. He must have conveniently forgot about what he said. Zim marches into the classroom soon after, looking downright miserable. This doesn't stop him from getting into a fight with Dib, however.

"Wow, Zim. Looks like you got run over by a bus." Dib chuckles, enjoying Zim's tiredness.

"Be quiet, Dib-worm." Zim sighs. He's so out of it... you feel awful for having him come today.

"Aw, no insults today?" The other smirks. Zim glares daggers at him.

"I said BE QUIET, DIB-WORM," he clenches his fist in sudden rage.

"Oh yeah?" Dib laughs. "Make me."

With that, Zim rushes towards him and grabs him by the neck. He effortlessly throws him into any direction, which just so happens to be yours. Everyone gasps.

As calm as you can be right now, you gently help Dib off of you. You stomp right up to Zim, ignoring Dib's words of warning. Tak enters as soon as you stop walking.

"(Y/N), what are you...?"

"Zim," you growl, "fighting with Dib, and especially getting me involved makes me really angry. You know that right?"

"Zim knows, but Zim no longer cares. You are nothing but a slave to him."

You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut. What happened to being his friend? His god complex has apparently returned after being gone for so long— the one thing you truly hate about him. Zim snaps his fingers and pulls you by the collar.

"Look at Zim when he is talking to you, worm!"

That's it. Bad day to fuck with you.

You throw a punch, connecting directly with the side of his face. Almost immediately, you're horrified at your actions. He staggers back, absolutely stunned. The entire classroom grows silent, save for Tak laughing.

"You..." he mutters softly, rubbing his cheek.

Wait, what?

You look around, everyone has brought out their phones. "Did you guys hear that or...?" Getting no response, you glance back at his face. It's...

Wait, is he blushing?

Suddenly Dib pipes up. "Whoa, Zim! Are you BLUSHING?!"

A switch turns on in Zim's head.

"Eh- what?" The alien comes down from his thoughts, "What?! Zim does not 'blush'!" He crosses his arms angrily and glares at you.

You walk up to him and hold a hand to his face. He's really warm.

"Zim, you're hot." You say.

He blushes harder, "uh, thanks?"

"No, Zim—" you snort laughing, "I meant your temperature."

"Zim is not blushing!" He slaps your hand away, "This is the heat of anger! Hatred!" He shakes his fist at you.

Dib laughs so hard he nearly busts a gut, "wait, don't tell me. You have a CRUSH on (Y/N)?!!"

Zim stays silent. Dib's laugh dies down; his eyes grow wide.

"No way," he whispers, "you actually have a crush on (Y/N)! NO WAY!" He runs to you and shakes you, "(Y/N)! You have to do this! Then I can study alien affection!" What the fuck, Dib?

"What the fuck, Dib?" You push him off, "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

His expression falters. Before he can say anything you cut him off.

"You're being real creepy, you know that?" You spit harshly; he winces. "First it's you taking pictures of me when I sleep, then barging in on me and Gaz—"

"How did you know about the pic—"

"I am not done," you grit your teeth, "then you want to fucking cut me open, and NOW you want me to date Zim just so you can study him?!"

"(Y/N), wait," Dib stutters. You don't care.

"Dib, you're completely and honestly fucked up. I should've known you were insane." You say, just staring dead into his eyes.

"(Y/N), listen to yourself! He brainwashed you! Zim is the enemy! He's an alien!" He practically pleads with you to understand. You grow livid.

"So what if he is?!" You scream in his face. "At least he's not a fucking creep!"

Dib falters, but soon becomes furious, "(Y/N), are you even listening to me right now?! Zim isn't your friend! I am!"

"He's a hell of a lot better friend than you!" You feel your throat getting sore. "He never EVER treated me like this! Fuck off Dib!" You blink away tears and run out of the classroom.

You head to the bathroom; you need to get away before something bad happens. Something bad that you'll cause. You nearly rip your hair out. You punch the bathroom wall, and it makes a hole easily. Stupid cheap ass school. You groan and head into a stall; you just need to be alone right now, is all.

You hear the bathroom door open.

"Go the hell away, Dib. Never speak to me again." You snarl. There are footsteps in front of your stall.

"(Y/N)." Zim says flatly.

"Zim?" You murmur, unlocking the door.

There he is, the root of your problems. The one cause of your grief. You now have to look up at him, he had an apparent growth spurt. You want to push him and get the hell out of there, but something stops you. His face has a red mark, he looks... sad. You...

You love him. You love him so much. Just seeing him makes you want to cry.

Zim senses this and awkwardly opens his arms. You have one look at his face and before you start sobbing. He pulls you close and hugs you tightly; like he doesn't want to let go. You don't want him to either...

You really do love him.

After a short while he lets go.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," you apologize. He averts his eyes.

"I forgive you," he says softly. That's really all you need to hear. You shiver at the loss of his warmth; who knew he'd have a lot of body heat? He thinks for a few seconds, then removes his jacket and hands it to you. That same jacket that you had bought him on your 'date'. That felt so long ago.

"But this is your favorite jacket," you frown. At this, he fakes a cough.

"Yeah, well, just give it back later. You need it more than me right now," he smirks. He smirks. You bashfully look down at your hands and put the jacket on. He cackles at your reaction.

"It's so big on you," he smiles, his eyes affectionate.

"I don't know how," you shrug, "we're almost the same size..."

Zim shrugs as well, "Well, nevermind that. Come on, human." He holds out a hand, "let your master protect you."

You cringe HARD. "Don't call yourself master! What the fuck!" You punch him in the arm; he just laughs.

After rolling your eyes, you eagerly take his hand and he leads you out of the bathroom and back to the classroom, a newfound spring in his step and a soft, genuine smile on his face.