Invader Zim [x reader] Oneshots HIATUS

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rb: myartismeh

You opened your eyes and stared at the green kid (who was most likely an alien like that weird scene kid had said). He was carefully examining every inch of your body, making you uncomfortable. You tucked your arms around your waist and hunched over.

“Okay, you have my attention.
What do you want?”

Alien boy looked into your eyes with an intense glare, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pulled into a straight line. He rose his hands to his chest and tapped his fingers together as if he were a mad scientist. Or just mad.

Probably the latter.

“Zim noticed your lack of gender-defining features when you were in front of the class. I didn't hear any determining pronouns in the fossil lady's introduction either.”

You went off a limb and assumed that Zim was supposed to be the thing that was talking to you. Even though he used the name and 'I' in the same speech, you figured there was no cohort (as you hadn't noticed him interacting with any of the other students during class).

Anyways, you knew exactly where Zim was going with the whole 'dEtErMiNiNg PrOnOuNs' thing. But you shrugged, as if to say 'what of it' to Zim's concerns. This made him scowl, and he slammed his palms onto the table.... but he wasn't very strong so it didn't gather much attention.

“Don't shrug your pathetic wormy shoulders at me! You think you'll fool me with your tRIckssss?”

“What are you-”

“SILENce! Every normal human has a.... gender. I demand to know yours.”

You glared at Zim, standing up and turning from the lunch table without explanation. You didn't know what HIS shtick was, but this conversation was over for you.

And so you walked away, leaving Zim to angrily call after you.

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Zim was stubborn, you had to give him that. But stubbornness is often annoying when not applied in the correct situation, and Zim proved that true. Almost every day he would hassle you about your gender identification, whether it was by a loud demand of your gene information or by silent stares to the back of your head.

You didn't really question why he was so concerned. He was an alien, so of course he had reason to be curious. Except this wasn't curiousity. This was pure, unfiltered nosiness.

One day during recess you were sitting against the brick wall, on a side of the school that was hidden from the playground. The weather had been abnormally hot as of lately (darn global warming), so you had to wear shorter clothes. You tried to cover up as much as possible, but in the end your body would only cooperate with a t-shirt and a pair of capris.

Luckily they were loose clothes, so they didn't show off your form much.

You were in the middle of falling asleep when a shadow loomed over you. You covered your eyes and pretended to be asleep. Zim ignored you and sat down in front of you.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before you gave in and looked at Zim. He was staring at you again, but with a look that was different than his past anger-filled glares.

“Zim would like to know what you identify as.”

You just stared at him, refusing to answer. Zim didn't react, he just continued to stare at you.

“I don't feel like talking about it. Not to you.”

“You don't have to talk. You can write it down. I brought this piece of paper. And a pencil.”

Wow. Talk about being prepared. Sighing, you took the items from Zim and began to write. You still didn't really feel like explaining, but you couldn't just run from this question. People would have to learn your terms. And if there were more aliens like Zim out there, they'd have to learn too.

After giving the paper back to Zim, you broke the pencil in half because why not. Zim ignored your random act and read what you had wrote.

'I'm non-binary. I don't identify as anything. There's a gender I was born as, but I don't care about that label. I don't care about any labels. Don't ask me about this topic ever again.'

Zim looked at you with awe.

“So you're a Nirken? You could have just said that. I'm not a jerk, you know.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Okay. What's a Nirken?”

Zim contemplated on if he should tell you or not. After deciding that the information wasn't something you could use against his species, he opened up.

“Back on... where I come from, there are three divisions of gender. Male, female and Nirken. Nirken's usually have a unique appearance that discerns them of being male or female. To put it simpler, Nirkens are what you call... non-binary. Earlier records of my home don't mention them, but over 10% of the current population there consists of Nirkens.”

You frowned. If Zim knew what non-binary was the entire time, why didn't he just connect the dots and figure out you were that in the beginning?

Whatever. At least he understood now.

“I'm glad you get it. Now if you're done with this whole thing, please, go away. I'm tired of seeing you in my general vincinity.”

And you know what? Zim actually listened. But not after saying this;

“Zim feels like it should be clear- no offense was intended in this quest for information. You were- and are merely a topic of interest. And I get rather... invested in my interests.”

You watched Zim walk away, wondering what ther actual f*ck just came out of his mouth. Was that supposed to be an apology? What a flop. You closed your eyes and... went to sleep I guess.

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AN/ I'm so sorry, this started complex and then I deadass forgot about this book. Came back and finished it off crack-style. Will I get it together by the next oneshot? Idfk, maybe.