Summary: Baking with Zim is... strange to say the least.
Pairings: Slightly Aged Up! Zim x Reader
[I know this is weird, but please listen, just listen!!!]
You weren't sure how you ended up in this scenario, but here you were in the school kitchen with Zim. Zim was okay for a guy, but he wasn't anything short of strange, but you've known guys weirder-
"Zim!"
Speaking of which, Dib was at the doorway, glaring at the green-skinned boy. You groaned, knowing that this was going to be a long few hours. It seems you weren't the only one annoyed, but you could a groan next to you.
"What are you doing!?"
You turned to Dib, glaring at him. "Why are you yelling!?" You snarl, causing him to hunch back and awkwardly chuckle before apologizing, but he turns back to Zim.
"You!" He points his finger at Zim, who glares at the boy. "What do you think you're doing?"
"We're baking, Dib. It's a thing for class."
Dib turns to you, before huffing. "Right. 'Class,'" He rolls his eyes as he air quotes class.
You, too, roll your eyes, annoyed a the boy.
"Why would you want to bake with an alien!?" He finally says what you thought he was going to say.
"God, why are you always calling him an alien? It's not nice and quite frankly a little racist."
His eyes widen at the accusation as he gestures to Zim. "No! He's LITTERALY an alien! Like from outer space."
You pour in your flour, ignoring him. Zim chuckles under breath, which causes Dib to glare at him.
"This isn't over." Dib makes an 'I'm watching you' motion with his hands, before finally leaving.
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He watches you closely as you pour the dry ingredients into the wet ones. He tilts his head, before turning to his own bowl. He mimics what you did, but ends up spilling half of it on the floor. He angrily slams his fist on the counter, before sighing and banging his head on said counter.
You look over, confused at the noise before seeing the mess. "Oh, Zim..." You hum, before looking around the kitchen before spotting a broom. "It's going to be okay, here-" You grab the broom before sweeping away the flour and other ingredients. Thankfully, it was just dry stuff, so no need for a mop.
Zim despises humans, this much is true. But as he watches you clean, helping him with his mess, he wonders if maybe there is some expectations... And if so, it's definitely you. Maybe he'll spare you...
"You're... really nice..?" He says it like a question, because it is. He doesn't understand why you're like this. He's confused by the dynamic you've created.
You chuckle, looking up at him, "Well, I sure hope so. I'd hate for you to think I'm mean."
"But why?" He asks almost immediately, not leaving any time to think about what you said.
"Why am I nice?"
"Yeah?"
You hum, thinking about it. "Well, I don't know... I guess i just am?"
He hums but doesn't comment on it again. Instead, he goes back to his baking as you go to yours. Expect this time, he watched you intensely.
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You pull out the dessert, setting the pans side by side. The room filled with the smell of the sweet treats and Zim couldn't help the genuine smile on his face. But he quickly shook it off when realizing.
"They're... Okay," He remarks, rolling his eyes.
You don't pay much mind to his words, knowing it's just a Zim thing and instead take a bite of your dessert. You hum to yourself, a giant smile overtaking his face.
Zim would never admit it, but he liked this. He wasn't much of a baker, but that didn't apply to this situation. He thought his dessert, no matter how ugly it was, was pretty good. He looked over at you, watching you enjoy your food. There was this slight beat in his chest- Faster than normal... What was this feeling? He frowned, shaking his head.
No, no! Stop! He looks away from you, his face a light pink, pushing the feelings down.
oK SO MY HAND IS CRAMPED AND ITS 4AM have some icon things. 3 versions of both zim and dib,two of tak and gir, and one of gaz. feel free to use, please dont repost to other sites hhhaa
