you grasp on the lackadaisy characters is actually pretty realistic, even involving the unflattering aspects of a relationship with them. anyways, what about their behavior when initially starting a relationship? what are they like when they’re still adjusting? write for whoever comes to mind lol
Aww, thanks! You flatter me :)
I'm sorry this request took a bit long to reply, but this week's been quite busy for me. Now that I've got some free time, let me write that out. Thanks for the free choice of characters too haha. The amount of characters I chose might not be a lot, but they're fun to write.
Summary: How would Zib, Wick, Rocky act at the begging of a relationship.
Reader is gn.
Zib:
okay so first of all, I think that if you wanted to get into a serious relationship with Zib, you must've been friends or whatever else you were for a while already.
Once you've finally decided to put a label on your uh situationship he'd be... Somewhat less stressed about you suddenly leaving and finding someone else. It's not like you knew he was stressed about it anyway.
There wouldn't be a lot changing in your relationship except stuff like:
He'd be a bit more clingy in public, whether it is leaning onto you as you sit next to him, sending you looks from the stage as he performs which unfortunately happens very rarely since they don't play as much as they used to or just simply flirting with you a bit more than before.
He also might get a bit more softer with you, but don't mention it🌚
Wick:
Okay so there are two ways of starting a relationship with him:
1. If you're meeting him after the 'Mitzi incident' and you're the first one to jump up with the relationship, he might be very careful at first. He must make sure you're not a gold digger or anything. No offense tho.
2. However if you were a trusted one and always acted nice towards him, it might go pretty smoothly actually.
DATES👏 This man will take you out on cute dates👏 prove me wrong, or don't. Let me dream. He will take you out to a nice restaurant from time to time, treat you to a nice meal or take you out on a walk, and all that jazz.
He will try his tricks to woo and court you. He might not be the best of bests at it, but he's definitely not bad either.
At first he'd try to tone down his bragging about his special interests, but as the time passes and he sees he can be comfortable around you, he goes all with it. You can be out on a date and he's yapping about different types of stones and telling you some random fun facts. Well, isn't that fun???😼
Rocky:
If you don't say it very clearly, he might not know what you meant. He might still treat you like a "pal", a "friend" for a while.
He would have to get used to the thought of having someone dear, who would love him again. Just be slow and patient with him.
However once he already processes it, he's quick to soak in all your love and affection. He's starved for it.
However if you wanted him to open up a little bit more to you... It's a completely different story... It will take him a lot of time, but you will get there someday, eventually.
= Tags: Fluff !, Headcanons, Cute Stuff, Established Relationship (can be viewed as Romantic or Platonic) + Reader is !GN
= Warnings: None
Knowing Zib, he'd definitely be very blunt around you. As well as hysterically honest. He doesn't hide anything, so you aren't free from his comments. Of course, Zib doesn't have any ill intent, it's just how he is. So it's always unexpected when he sees you or other people take it too personally.
Zib has no care for those above or lower than him. As in, he'll be straightforward and offend them no matter what. You're definitely not safe from this, nobody is.
He's a very passionate man, since he still remains within Lackadaisy performing despite the lack of customers. So, expect a lot of saxophone playing & serenading! If you happen to play an instrument, he'd definitely encourage you to play. Even if it's just for a small crowd. Zib values music more than anything (including smoking & acholic beverages).
For meetups, Zib would prefer the Speakeasy; but if we're talking about miscellaneous locations, it'd probably be in cheap restaurants (preferably Italian if he truly has an appetite), lonely streets or areas where he can smoke in peace. He isn't the type to explore rich, clean areas like a lot of other men, and frankly, I don't think he gives a hoot.
He's pretty affectionate, mostly in private. He appreciates cuddling a lot, especially after a rough night. Zib doesn't think affection should be limited to romance, so if you two are alone, he'll definitely hug you a lot.
Pretty sure it's been confirmed he enjoys Eastern religions and philosophy. He's pretty shy about talking about his interests, mostly because he likes to keep an apathetic, cool outside demeanor. If you somehow get him to open up, Zib would never shut up. Once you open the door, you won't be able to close it for a long time.
Surprisingly, he's very comforting. Any hardships at all, Zib will always be at your aid. He's also gentle as well, especially due to it being a vulnerable moment for both of you.
So, I’ve seen the Mario movie! And it might not have been perfect, but it was fun. And now...I have an idea for an AU. Sort of a mix between the Super Mario Bros Movie and @krizaland’s story “Enter the Zimvoid”.
Don’t know if I’ll actually write anything for it (probably not), but I like the ideas I had enough to share. Queue the rambling!
The setting: the Zimvoid! The reader (or self-insert, or any OC) found themselves trapped there one day, and met a group of rebel Zims. The Zims like them, and listen to their opinions, so they decided pretty much unanimously that they would be their leader (taking the role of Peach). The rebellion is doing pretty well for itself, and they’ve managed to make their own little “kingdom” to live in while they all figure out how to get back home.
The Zim we all know and love also winds up in the Zimvoid, as usual. But there are two things that make his case interesting. First: he came with a Dib (and Gir) following him. But while in-between worlds, they were separated. Second: Zim landed in the Rebel Kingdom. He wasn’t captured by any of Number One’s goons, so he is currently the only Zim in the kingdom without a collar. (He’s taking the role of Mario).
2k (Toad) leads him to the leader of the Zims, hoping to impress them with this find. They and Zim start to hit it off, although they are worried about Number One’s plans for their makeshift kingdom...
Number One/Zib plays the role of Bowser...and yes, they want to marry Reader/OC/Self-insert. Zim Two plays the role of Kamek, and Dib and Gir have both been captured by Zib, collectively taking Luigi’s role (sort of). Gir is going to be used as leverage against the uncollared Zim who showed up and Zib is totally jealous of, while he plans on making Dib his best man and letting him help destroy Irken Armada across the multiverse.
The Kong Kingdom is replaced by the Arena, and the Rebellion are trying to convince to join them before Number One can unleash the powerful Virus he developed. Zim 500 is in charge, and Zim 100 is their champion.
...and that’s all I’ve got, for now. Probably not going to make a full fic, but it feels good to write everything down.
Hi, I really love your writing, they are so cute! I was hoping if you could write some romantic headcanons regarding Zib? The scenario is the reader (gender neutral) is in the same boat as Zib, where the reader was also in a on and off relationship, and their ex ended up marrying someone else. How would this relationship play out?
Thank you, I'm glad you do. :)
While you were hanging out at the lackadaisy you took quite the liking in the speakeasy's band. Somehow (you don't even know how) the band became your friend group. One evening, while you were ranting about life, the band picked up a similarity between you and Zib. They started teasing you about how similar ~you two pitiful, poor souls~ are. Your curiosity piqued and you decided to ask him about it.
At first he wasn't very eager to talk about his personal stuff with you, but after you got a bit closer to him and bought him a few loads of drinks, he started to open up to you.
Both of you were surprised to hear you've been through very similar stuff.
You wouldn't talk about it as if it was an idle, basic saturday chat, no... Zib wouldn't be so neutral/nonchalant talking about something he's been trying to run away from all these years. He'd have to be in his dramatic, miserable mood and you'd have to have some privacy.
Okay so first of all, it wouldn't be that easy for both of you to jump right into a relationship. He's been hurt too many times and I know he flirts a lot, but it's a 'no strings attached' situation. If anything, this would look like a situationship... "New person, same old mistakes" ;P
Yet somewhere in the back of his mind he had a foolish hope that since you had once found yourself in a similar situation to him, you would simply, out of pity, not cause him the same pain again, because you knew how awful this feels.
He knows that if he gets into a relationship, the breakup will hurt more than if there was nothing between you. Is the pain worth it? Perhaps with you it will be different...
You have to reassure him it's not just a game to you and that you are sure of what you're doing. Just be patient with him and you'll get there someday.
After you put a label on your relationship he'd be slightly less stressed about you leaving suddenly.
You have quite a few things to work on, but I'm sure if you two talk properly you're gonna find some way to fix your souls.
Zib might not be a lot, but he's there if there's anything you want to talk about. Especially late at night, when your mind feels a little too heavy, he'll calmly listen to you and once you're done talking he'll add a few thoughts of his. Even if most of your conversations start at one specific topic you've talked through so many times, you never really run out of words to say, you never get bored, each conversation somehow finds its way to another topic and another...
You also like to sit in (comfortable) silence and say nothing, basking in each other's warmth and presence, hoping in silence that you've finally found your internal peace.
Just for your own sake don't break each other's hearts, please.
I know I just sent one in but shhhhh, do the one you like more first :))).
ANYWAY, ZIB TIME BRO NEEDS SOME LOVE SINCE TRACY CONFIRMED HIS HEART HAS BEEN BROKEN MANY TIMES SO HE DESERVES SOME LOVE
Ok soooo, a request for Zib x Fem Reader where they are a friend of Ivy's (Like the cool older friend, Ivy would def have one of them) to be a flapper with her, and Reader is pretty flamboyant and charismatic, so when she sees Zib she goes all 😍😍😍, even though bro is legit looks half dead, laying down on the bar. She attempts to flirt with him, and his first response is that she is 'too young for him' assuming she is like Ivy's age, (She is actually like mid to late 20s but just has good genes). She persists anyway, taking that as a compliment, and Zib basically acts uninterested but he lowkey is and she can tell he is, but plays on. So basically have this little half flirting half talk thing!!
THIS IS SO ME IM AFRAID
Also I'm so sorry I finished some other requests before this one and that I managed to make a part two of your first request while I let this one sit for so long😭😭 I love Zib and I swear I started writing this fanfic FOUR MONTHS AGO, seriously, right at the start of my summer break, but my motivation was flowing through me like a sieve. As soon as it had briefly entered my mind, it immediately vanished. I also had trouble writing this so that the conversation seemed natural and not forced. Fortunately, over the past three weeks, I've pulled myself together and managed to finish it. A big thank you to Froggie, who responded to my DMs with more details of what they wanted in this work.
See guys? I'm not ignoring you, I'm just struggling (〒﹏〒)
Also this work turned out to be quite long. I'm proud of it now :3
Cw: The reader is female. This work is pretty flirty and just a tad bit suggestive.
You loved hanging out with Ivy. Even if you were older than her, it didn't matter to any of you. You barely felt the age gap. Ivy felt great in your presence and felt like she can show off how cool she is by having an older friend and you on the other side felt a lot younger hanging out with her. You liked acting like you're a teen again.
You found yourself often dragged by her to some parties, but you didn't mind at all. You liked almost any kind of entertainment and your younger companion most definitely did know how to have some fun. You usually dressed as flappers and danced around the clubs. This time Ivy invited you to a speakeasy you'd heard of before, though you'd never had the chance to visit. You'd heard the bar went bankrupt after the founder died. You weren't sure if it was a good idea to go to a place that was slowly sinking but you trusted Ivy's taste, she claimed she's working there hence she knew her way around. You weren't to a good speakeasy in a while so you were eager to go. You dressed up to all nines and made your way to the address she gave you. Once you walked into a small cafe called "Little daisy" you were meet with a sqeal.
"(Y/N)! You made it!"
You knew that voice so well.
"Ivy!" You make your way to her. "you look radiant!"
"Thanks, you too!" She hugs you tightly, before letting go and looking up at you. "Are you ready to join the party?"
"Ready as ever!"
"Great, then put this on-" she hands you a small, black, club-shaped pin with golden edges. "-and behold..."
You observe as she walks up to an old shelf and starts to fiddle a butter knife on the wood. A doubtful expression shows up into your face. You tilt your head and open your mouth to speak up but then you hear a creak. The shelf moves and opens a secret entrance.
"Woah..." You let out a small sigh of surprise while Ivy smiles smugly and walks in. You follow right after her. You walk down dusty stairs and stop in front of big doors which are guarded by a chubby gray cat with white spots.
"Miss pepper!" The cat smiles. "Bringing new customers, I see?"
"Yes, now would you be so kind to let us in?" She chirps.
The grey cat opens a big pair of door and steps aside to let you walk in.
As you walk further behind the doors you are greeted with... no major noise. You are surprised that you don't hear any music nor chatter of the crowd.
You take a few steps forward and look around. The place Ivy had led you to looks quite fancy, although despite everything, it's a bit ran down. Stalagmites and stalactites adorns the surroundings, making quite an impression, unfortunately you don't see anyone else admiring them too. Maybe because barely anyone is inside... So the rumors were true after all. This speakeasy had a rough landing, definitely not on all fours. You wonder if there will even be any good alcohol here. You look towards the bar to confirm your assumption.
"Oh dang, who's that?" you catch Ivy's attention with your words. Your friend looks the same direction as you.
"Ohhh... Zib?" She looks a bit caught off guard "Uh.. well, he's our saxophonist, although we can't count on much music these days." She shrugs.
"Oh, he's a part of the band? Nice! Wait, I'll go talk to him." You seem eager, but ivy on the other side seems rather concerned as she peeks over your shoulder to take a second look at her wasted acquaintance.
"Oh please, not him! I'll find you someone much better! Don't look at this Layabout!"
"Oh c'mon Ivy! Let me have some fun!" You whine.
"Ugh! Fine. But we're finding you a nicer boyfriend next week!" She puffs her cheeks and crosses her arms over her chest while you're already making your way over to the counter. You fix your dress and your hair, then sit down next to him.
"Hey, what'cha doing here all by yourself, handsome?" You lean above him with a smirk.
"Huh?" A low drawl leaves his throat. Zib rises his head very slowly. The brim of his hat also lifts, revealing a bit of his matted fur. Well, maybe Ivy was onto something... this "Zib" guy is a bit less impressive up close. His crumpled clothes cling sloppily to his body, and you can smell cheap cigarettes and booze on him, but then again... he has a certain charm to him. He lookes you up and down. "Eh, You're too young for me." He cut you short.
Suddenly a chortle leaves your lips.
"Oh thank you. It's good to hear I'm not aging drastically." You rise your hand and bounce your hair on it.
"Listen, I'm not looking for any affairs right now so how about you go find a better entertainment for tonight."
"I'm not looking for any affairs either." You continue and lean against the counter.
"Uh-huh," Zib mutters condescendingly.
The orange tabby in front of you doesn't seem to believe your words.
There's a brief moment of silence, which makes you feel a little awkward, so you try to start again.
So... how old are you?
Zib looks at you as if you've just asked the stupidest thing you could.
"I don't know. I stopped counting after 29."
"Haha," you let out a brief laugh, but quickly stop when you see he doesn't look amused. "Seriously? Damn, this is going to be a great evening," you say sarcastically. "How old must you be then?! Did I just walk up to a guy in his 50s?"
Zib suddenly chokes mid-draw on his cigarette.
"What?! Excuse me, I don't look that old." He looks indignant, yet he still speaks in a calm voice.
"Yeah, sure." You brush him off.
"So, how old are you then, missy?" Zib takes a cigarette from between slightly twisted lips and blows the smoke in your direction.
"I won't tell," you fold your arms across your chest with a proud expression.
"Ah, so too young to even be here. Who let you in here anyway?" Zib ducks his head, chuckling under the shadow his red fedora has just cast.
"Now, excuse me. I'm in my late 20s. Don't belittle me."
"Oh?" The man raises an eyebrow. Something in his body language has suddenly changed. "Good genes, I see, unless you're just lying." The orange tabby in front of you puts his cigarette back between his lips and leans back on his stool.
"I'm not lying, you're absolutely right, I have great genes," you boast proudly.
"And a baby face..." he teases you, at which you scowl.
"But why the ugly face? I'm not insulting you. Your friend Ivy's boyfriend looks very young too, and he doesn't get mad when we call him that."
"That's because, you can tell him practically anything and he won't say a word. I actually feel sorry for him, sitting with company like you." You pout.
"Oh, are you going to bite?" He says in the baby-talk voice, trying to rile you up.
"Well, it depends. Are you into that?" A twisted grin appears on your face and you lean in very close to his. His eyes widen in surprise.
He leans back just a little bit, processing what you've just said. Then he speaks up.
"Damn, you're more eager than I thought." He grins and takes a drag of his cigarette. "Show me your ID first."
"I'm afraid I left it at home." You shrug.
"Well, ratz." He leans back on the counter, going back to his lazy self.
You pursue your lips and cross your arms.
"Seriously?" You sigh. "Then maybe we should at least dance?"
"I don't dance, sweetheart. I create music so that others can dance."
"Oh come on!" You groan. "It'll be fun! Don't tell me all you want to do is just lay here looking pretty."
-"That's exactly part of my routine."
-"Then make a change. Come on, let's go!" You tug on his arm.
Zib lets out an ever-suffering groan.
"Fine. If you want your toes getting stepped on, I'm at your service." He huffs and opens his arms, then sarcastically bows slightly toward you.
"Great. Then we'll see what service you can give me tonight." You grin. Your voice holds a slightly suggestive tone to it
"Don't expect too much." He grunts and slowly stands up from his stool. You grab his sleeve and pull him onto the stage. He trails behind you, almost tripping over his own feet. Once you're in the middle of the dance floor, one problem arises.
"So what about the music?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention you can't really count on that either." He shrugs.
"So everyone here is really doing nothing?!"
"Looks like it." Zib shrugs.
You groan and turn towards the stage.
"COME ON, YOU PITIFUL MUSICIANS, PLAY SOMETHING!" you shout.
The four musicians lying on the stage rise slightly and look in your direction reluctantly.
"Lady, have some respect. Despite everything, we're still employees here, and you're bothering us while we're working." Zib grimaces slightly.
"And what exactly do you do as part of this supposed 'job'?"
He opens his mouth to say something, "Ah-... you got me there." He cuts you off.
"Exactly."
Zib sighs and turns to the other musicians as well.
"Okay. Guys, play us something." He turns to his friends, who look at each other with ambiguous expressions, then slowly get to their feet and shuffle across the stage, gathering their instruments. A good five minutes later, everyone was in their seats. First, Black Cat, in yellow trousers with suspenders began playing the double bass. After a few plucks, a gray-furred pianist in a black bow tie joined in, followed by a trumpeter in a green suit and a trombonist in a blue tie. The music finally began to flow together, and the rhythm became truly catchy. You began to sway slightly while Zib bowed his head to the ground, eyes closed, and began tapping his foot to the rhythm.
You look at him and grab his arm, pulling him towards you. He, unexpectedly, almost fell on you, but he leaned against your frame to stay on his feet. You intertwine his left hand in your right one and place your left hand on his right shoulder. You began to gently tug him into the dance. His right hand sneaked up to rest on your waist as you began to twirl you two around the rhythm.
You toddle around with quick steps, occasionally mixing them with slow, smooth strides. Your dance partner wasn't trying as hard as you, but at least he managed to step on your toes only three or four times. Whether he'd admit it or not, you could tell he started trying a little harder halfway through the dance. He pulls you slightly closer to him and spins you around, finally giving in to the music.
As you began to slow down and the music changed its tempo, you spoke to him.
"Is this to impress me?"
"What do you mean?" Zib asks with a raised eyebrow and a slight, teasing smirk.
"Your stripping down for me." You flutter your eyelashes at him.
He looks down at himself and notices he's no longer wearing his tie, and his vest has almost fallen off. He's also lost his hat somewhere along the way.
"Ah this... This is kind of my 'superpower.' You see, whenever I sit down or relax a bit—"
Suddenly, a loud crack and the sound of smashed piano keys echoed through the underground. You both quickly turn toward the stage, where the musicians also have turned towards the awful sound.
"Oh, come on, what now?" Zib grumbles.
The trumpet player approaches and peers into the piano.
"HEY ZIB! Mozzie just fell into the piano. Come help us get him out!" the one in the green vest shouts.
"Seriously? How in the world did he even fit in there?!" Zib looks very confused and toubled. After a moment, he sighs and turns to you. You've just realized you're still in each other's arms. Zib quickly releases his hands, which fall back to his sides, and you reluctantly let go of him as well.
"Looks like our interaction is over for tonight. I hope you wasted your time well" he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I didn't waste it. I had a good time." You lift your head to look at him with a toothy smile.
"It's really hard to discourage you..." He sighs and shakes his head slightly in mock displeasure, then turns and starts walking towards the stage.
"See you around." you say loudly to him.
"Yeah, of course, you'll be back soon enough. You just can't help yourself." He chuckles shortly while he continues walking away.
"I know you can't either. I'll be back here soon with my ID, and then you'll see!"
A few other people on stage turn to you, then look at Zib strangely, then back to each other, exchanging ambiguous glances. When Zib finally steps on stage, he's met with a few suggestive comments, but he simply shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant, and goes backstage.
You stare at him for a moment longer, then turn around, looking for Ivy. You find her sprawled on the couch, panting slightly next to her boyfriend. It looks like they've been dancing too. You approach them and lean above your younger friend with starry eyes and a soft smile.
"I don't want to find a 'nicer' boyfriend. I want him."
Hey y’all! I got hit with the inspiration stick so here’s chapter 2
PREVIOUS
The rest of the day felt like it dragged on forever as you couldn’t fight the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You carefully trudged to lunch, looking over your shoulder every so often.
“Y/N? Are you ok?”
You let out a yelp before putting a hand on your chest.
“Zim! Boy am I glad to see you!” You sighed out.
“While I’m usually glad to see you as well, I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be rather ….jumpy today.” Zim noted as he twirled his wrist.
You looked around to make sure no one was watching before responding,
“I’m totally freaking out ok? One Dib was bad enough but now there’s two of them! I’m scared shitless!”
Zim’s face softened a bit as he face you a reassuring look.
“Worry not, sweet Y/N! Zim shall protect you from both Dib-monkeys! I won’t let anything happen to you!”
“But-“
“ANYTHING!”
You playfully shook your head. You knew Zim would always be by your side through thick and thin.
“Come now, my sweet. Let us commence our foodening!”
And with that, Zim led you to a nearby lunch table.
Eating and Chatting with Zim seemed to calm your nerves, as thoughts of both Dibs stopped plaguing your mind.
For a moment, just a moment, the world felt almost peaceful.
However your peaceful paradise came to a screeching halt.
SLPORT!
Dib poured a massive plate of beans onto Zim’s head.
Zim let out a shriek as he writhed on the floor in pain.
“What’s the matter? Can’t handle some B E A N S? Space boy?”
SMACK!
Within seconds, Dib was transported into a world of pain as your hand collided with his cheek.
The force of your hand caused Dib to fall onto his rump with crooked glasses and a dumbfounded expression.
“Y/N touched me…. Y/N touched me! Y/N TOUCHED ME! I CANT BELIEVE IT!” Dib cackled as he rubbed the throbbing handprint on his cheek.
As Dib continued his delusional laughing fit, you had already scooped up Zim and were on your way to the nurse’s office.
You ran and ran as fast as your legs could take you, leaving a trail of glowing green ooze in your wake.
You were so focused on getting Zim to the nurse that you weren’t paying attention to anything else!
WHUMP!
Before you knew it, you ran straight into Zib.
“Woah! Woah there, my sweet! Where are you off to in such a…oh”
Zib held back a laugh as he looked down at the glowing green mess in your arms.
“Look, I don’t have time for anymore bullshit! Zim’s having an allergic reaction and I need to get him help! So move it or else I’ll-”
“Ah ah, shhhhh…..” Zib hushed as he held a finger to your lips, “Worry not, darling, I have seen this before! After all I have the same….condition as your Zim here.”
“You do?” You asked as you swatted Zib’s finger away.
“Of course I do! Why else would I have green skin?” Zib chuckled as he gestured to himself.
“Ohh-kay then…”
“Anyhow, I’ve had a reaction like this before so allow me to offer my assistance!” Zib insisted as he snatched Zim out of your arms.
“So how are you gonna help Zim, exactly?” You asked skeptically as you folded your arms.
“Oh it’s a simple cure! Follow me!”
You felt a chill run down your spine as you reluctantly followed Zib behind a nearby dumpster.
Zib propped Zim against the dumpster and proceeded to tape him in place.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” You demanded as you tried to shove past Zib.
“Relax, my sweet. Relax. I’m simply helping your Zim here like I said I would.” Zib hushed as he took your hands in his.
“By doing what?! Taping him to a dumpster?!” You snarled as you tried to wriggle out of Zib’s iron grip.
“No no no! You see, the cure is to let the ooze in his head drain out on its own. Because it’s so swollen Zim needed a little support to sit up! I would’ve used something less demeaning but tape was all I had on me.” Zib lied as he rubbed your hands.
“Really?” While you were still skeptical, you secretly hoped that Zib was being genuine.
“Yes, really! I may be green but I’m not some kind of monster! Unlike a certain someone.” Zib’s voice went cold for a moment.
“Uh huh….”
“It’s probably gonna be awhile until Zim’s head drains. So how about we get back to class hm? Maybe we could walk together?” Hunger oozed from Zib’s yellowed eyes as he spoke.
“That’s ok! I want to stay here with Zim.” You replied as you finally managed to free your hands.
“Don’t worry, your Zim here is going to be juuust fine! I promise! There’s no need to risk being late to class over such a simple fix!” Zib insisted as he begun to drag you inside.
“But-”
“Stop worrying so much, your Zim is going to be juuust fine.” Zib insisted as his grip tightened.
“Ok! Ok! Just let go of me! I’m so sorry Zim! I’ll check up on you later!” You promised as Zib dragged you to your next class.
Just as Zib was about to drag you into class,
“HEY! YOU LET Y/N GO, TRAITOR!”
Sure enough, there was Dib with an envious glare plastered on his face and a finger in Zib’s direction.
“Me? A Traitor?-” -Zib chuckled darkly- “-Last I checked I wasn’t the one who dumped a tray of beans onto poor Zim’s head.”
“Wait, how did you know-ARGH-” -Dib shook away his confusion- “-Since when do you care about Zim?! I thought you hated him too!”
“What?! How could you even think such a terrible thing?!” Zib lied as he put a hand on his chest.
“Look Zib has a point. He even helped Zim recover from his allergic reaction. So why don’t you just leave me alone?!” You snapped as you put your hands on your hips.
Dib’s jaw hit the ground. He tired to speak but only incoherent gibberish fell out of his mouth.
“Ha! Looks like Y/N has made their choice: Me!” Zib cackled as he threw his hands in the air.
“Woah Woah Woah! Woah! Woah! What the hell are you going on about?! I didn’t choose anyone!” You yelped as you waved your hands defensively.
Zib simply let out another chuckle.
“Awww! You’re so silly, Y/N! You don’t have to deny it-“ Zib cupped your face- “-I know you love me~”
“WHAT?! I DON’T LOVE YOU!” You roared as you shook Zib’s claws off of you.
“Ha! I told you Y/N loves me! Not you!” Dib cackled as he snapped a finger towards Zib.
“NO! I DON’T LOVE YOU EITHER DIB! THE ONLY ONE I LOVE IS ZIM!” You roared before storming into class.
“Now look what you did! Y/N was so close to finally seeing the truth but you had to butt in and ruin it!” Zib growled as he shoved Dib.
“Hey! I’m not the one that ruined things, you ruined things for me! I almost had Y/N in my grasp until you showed up!” Dib snarled as he shoved Zib back.
“LIAR! Y/N NEVER LOVED YOU! YOU FAILED THEM! YOU LET THAT VILE ZIM BRAINWASH THEM!-” -Zib activated his PAK legs- “-YOU LOST YOUR Y/N PRIVILEGES LONG AGO!”
Before Dib could respond-
CLANG!
The lockers behind him shook as Zib caged him in.
“Now then. I’m feeling rather…merciful today. So I’ll let you off with one final warning,” Zib’s voice went cold, “Stay away from my Y/N.”
ok but. zib, pilot dib, and normal dib x reader. bonus points if zim has feelings for y/n
YES! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH?
Also thank you so much for waiting all this time.
The only thing is, I felt like it was too many Dibs at the time when I started writing this, thus this is more of a Pilot Dib vs Zib fic. I hope you don’t mind!
Be warned: This fic deals with obsessive behaviors, mentions of death, and grotesque depictions of allergies.
Also I got waay too carried away with this fic so there’s probably gonna be more than one chapter lol.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. One minute, Zib was just minutes away from taking down the first of many Irken Empires, the next his world went dark and he awoke in a new yet oddly familiar place.
This new place seemed just like his old dimension before it had been destroyed.
Same yellowed sky. Same polluted rain. Even the technology seemed the same.
Zib felt what was left of his shriveled heart sink.
Everywhere he turned he was reminded of the world he had once destroyed.
The guilt swallowed him like a black hole!
Zib found himself wishing he had just died instead of ending up in this bitter memory of the past.
He sunk to the ground and buried his face in his knees.
Just as he was about to burst into tears, a familiar voice ring out
“Hey....Are you ok?”
Zib’s eyes widened as his head jerked up.
Staring down at him was another Dib!
Both Zib and Dib gasped simultaneously.
“Wait! Another Dib?!”
Dib’s eyes lit up!
“This is amazing! I- Wait! You’re not one of Zim’s experiments sent to trick me are you?”
Zib blinked in shock before announcing,
“Of course not! Zim ruined my life! I cant stand being in the same room as a Zim let alone working for one!”
“Oh really? Then tell me, other Dib, if that’s what you actually are, What are you doing in this dimension huh? What happened to yours?” Dib pressed as he glared down at his counterpart.
Zib went quiet for a moment before muttering under his breath
“My Zim destroyed it.”
“What? Sorry I didn’t quite catch that.”
“My Zim destroyed it ok?! He destroyed my home, chased my dad off a cliff, and stuck this stupid PAK to my head!”
While he was indeed spewing lies, Zib couldn’t help but feel like there was some truth to his rant.
After all, Zib was certain that he wouldn’t have snapped if Zim hadn’t invaded his life.
Dib hummed as his eyes narrowed.
Zib started to sweat a bit as his counterpart stared him down for a moment.
“Makes sense to me!” Dib chirped as his face perked back up.
Zib let out a sigh of relief as Dib continued,
“I’m guessing when your dimension was destroyed, the fallout must have sent you to this one!”
“Sure. Let’s go with that.” Zib grumbled impatiently.
“Well I’m sorry for your loss and all but perhaps you were sent here for a reason?”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really! You were sent here to help me take down my world’s Zim!” Dib announced dramatically as he pointed to Zib.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not it but I’m still pretty bitter about all the drama that my Zim put me through. So I don’t mind lending one of my ingenious helping hands.” Zib boasted as he rose to his feet.
“So you’re really going to help me?!”
Zib nodded and examined his claws.
Dib’s signature unnerving grin nearly split his face in half.
“This is great! With our minds combined we’ll be able to take down my Zim once and for all!”
And with that, Dib burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.
Zib found himself joining in as he imagined all the horrors he could inflict upon this dimension’s Zim.
After spending all night scheming, the two Dibs finally concocted their plan to take down Zim.
The next day, the two Dibs made their way to skool.
“Ok, other me-“
“Please call me Zib. It...it’ll make it easier to differentiate our names.”
“Ohh-kay. Zib! Remember: Once I lure Zim to the cafeteria, you-”
“Yes. Yes. I activate the net and capture him.”
“Excellent! With you by my side nothing can stand in our way!” A crazed giggle escaped Dib’s throat as he spoke.
“I couldn’t agree more! I don’t think there’s anything that can even try to get in our way!”
No sooner had those words left Zib’s lips-
BAM!
In the blink of an eye, all of the air was sucked out of Zib’s lungs.
There, standing on the skool steps, was you!
You were the most beautiful creature Zib had ever seen!
From your beautiful eyes to your playful smile, You were truly captivating.
“Who is that?”
“Why that’s Y/N! The most beautiful creature who ever graced this unforgiving world! No one else can compare! They’re kind, beautiful, and have the most melodic voice!” Dib gushed as his face melted a bit.
Drool poured from Zib’s mouth as his worm like tongue slid out.
“Y/N.....”
“Ah... Soon Y/N will be all mine.” Dib purred.
Zib’s bubble of euphoria burst!
“Wait! Yours?! Who says you get to have Y/N?!”
“Well me of course! I say I get to have Y/N! No one else is worthy of their glorious presence!” Dib cooed as a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
“Tch! As if! The only one worthy of that vision of beauty is me! Not you!” Zib growled as he snapped a claw at Dib.
Dib’s signature unnerving grin spread across his face as he let out a crazed laugh.
“Oh you’re so funny Zib . You truly are a joker. For a minute there I thought you were trying to steal Y/N from me. Good thing you wouldn’t do such a thing right?”
Zib simply chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh don’t worry. I don’t intend to. After all, how can I steal someone who was never yours to begin with? I’ll just simply claim them for myself!”
Dib’s left eye twitched as a low growl escaped his throat.
“You take that back! Y/N is mine! Ive already claimed them for myself! I won’t allow you to steal them away!”
“Oh yeah? Just you try and stop me!”
ZAP!
Zib activated the net and threw it at his counterpart.
Dib let out a screech as he fought against the net.
Zib let out a maniacal laugh as he activated his PAK legs and made a run for you.
You felt a cold chill run down your spine as Zib landed by your side and cleared his throat.
“Hello there. You must be an alien because you look out of this world.”
If it was said by anyone else, you would’ve laughed at the cheesy pick up line. However, seeing Zib made you scream in horror.
“Dib?! What the hell happened to you?!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not from this dimension! I’m the most superior Dib in the multiverse! And I was sent here to be your boyfriend! Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s why I ended up here when all of my hard work imploded in on itself.” Zib chuckled as he threw an arm around you.
You blinked in shock for a moment before peeling Zib’s arm off of you.
“Well other Dib-“
“Please call me Zib. I want to separate myself from this dimensions inferior Dib!”
“Ohh-Kay. Well* Zib,* umm it’s nice to meet you I guess-“
“Oh ho the pleasures all mine.” Zib purred as he pulled you close.
Despite how nervous he made you, Zib constantly touching you was getting on your nerves.
“Ok, look. I’m flattered and all but I already have a boyfriend!”
“Well of course you do! He’s me!” Zib giggled as he caressed your cheek.
“No! He’s actually-“
“Right here!”
As if on cue, Zim’s voice rung out like an alarm bell.
You let out a sigh of relief, pushed Zib off of you, and ran into Zim’s arms.
“Zim! Oh thank god you’re here! This guy is apparently another Dib with the hots for me!”
“So I’ve gathered...” Zim growled as he held you protectively.
Zib’s left eye twitched as a crazed giggle escaped his throat.
“Oh. So you’re dating a Zim?”
“You’re god damn right they are! And they’re not dating just any Zim! Oh no! Y/N is dating THE GREATEST ZIM WHO EVER ZIMMED! So keep your grimy... Zib filth off of them!” Zim hissed as he shot Zib a glare.
“Is that so? Well isn’t that just lovely? A beauty dating a beast” Another crazed giggle escaped Zib’s throat as he struggled to keep his composure.
“The only beast here is you filthy Zib-creature! So why don’t go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and leave my beloved Y/N alone?!” Zim snarled as he snapped a finger in Zib’s direction.
“Oh don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with me for much longer. Enjoy your Y/N...for now...” Zib chuckled darkly as he vanished into the shadows.
“Jeez. And I thought our Dib was creepy.” You shuddered.
“Worry not, sweet Y/N! Zim shall protect you from all Dibs no matter how creepy they may be!” Zim reassured as he took your hands in his.
You couldn’t help but giggle at Zim’s reassurance.
“I know you will, babe. Now c’mon let’s get to class.”
And with that, you and Zim hooked arms and walked to class together.
Meanwhile, Dib finally managed to free himself from the net, only to find Zib chuckling to himself.
SMACK!
Dib’s hand collided with Zib’s cheek.
“Ow! Hey!” Zib snapped as he rubbed his sore cheek.
“How dare you betray me like that! I thought we were partners!” Dib wailed as he put his hands on his hips.
“Well we were partners but it seems there’s been a slight change of plans. You see, I haven’t seen another human in such a long, long time. Y/N is such a lovely sight for my oh so sore eyes. I simply cant let anyone else have them! A beauty such as Y/N needs to be protected from the unworthy.” Zib explained dramatically.
“But Y/N is mine! I saw them first! I learned everything I could about them! I even have several samples of their blood in my closet! You can’t just barge in and ruin all of my hard work!” Dib whined as he threw his hands in the air.
“Look Dib, I feel for you. I really do. It can be so difficult living in a world where you’re left unappreciated. But you’re just too soft for such a lovely Y/N. It would practically be cruel to leave them with you! They need someone strong enough to protect them from anything. Especially a Zim.” Zib spat out Zim’s name like it was poison.
“I’m not soft! I can protect Y/N! I know-“
“Oh really? Then tell me why Y/N is trapped in Zim’s clutches! Go on, tell me why they’re glued to his side instead of yours!” Zib interjected
“I....Well...”
Dibs face fell. He really didn’t have a proper answer for his angry counterpart.
“That’s what I thought. The fact that your Zim is even alive is more than enough proof that you’ve not only failed Y/N but you’ve failed your dimension as well! Face it! You’ll never be worthy enough for someone as beautiful as Y/N! So do both Y/N and yourself a favor and give up!” Zib snarled as he glared down at his counterpart.
Dib let out a small whimper before shaking away his sadness.
“No! I’ll never give up on Y/N! I’ll keep fighting for their safety as well as the safety of my world too! I’m not gonna let you bully me into stopping!”
Zib simply smirked and folded his arms
“You really don’t get it, do you? You’ve already had your chance and you blew it! Now it’s time for an actually competent Dib to take the wheel! Once I’ve claimed Y/N as my own, I’ll take down your Zim myself!”
“What?! Oh no you don’t! You’re not you going to steal Y/N nor the glory of exposing my Zim from me!” Dib roared as his face burned red.
Zib chuckled darkly and slowly shook his head.
“Expose your Zim? Oh no, Been there done that. No, I’m going to annihilate your Zim down to his every last cell. I can’t have that vile alien monster trying to steal Y/N away from me.”
“What? You mean, you don’t even want the glory of exposing the existence of aliens to the world?”
Zib sighed as he patted his counterpart’s back.
“Oh Dib. Sweet, naive, Dib. I’ve already tried exposing my Zim and do you know what happened?”
Dib simply gave Zib a quizzical look.
“No one cared. Not even dad! Isn’t that funny? Everyone simply shrugged and ignored me! Ignored all of my hard work! I’m doing you a favor here! I’m saving you from getting your heart broken by Y/N and your fellow humans.” Zib explained gently as he threw an arm around his shoulder.
Dib shook Zib off of him and growled,
“That’s a load of shit! You’re just trying to trick me into giving up on Y/N! Well guess what?! I’m never gonna give up on Y/N! I’ll keep fighting for them! And I won’t let anyone stand in my way! Not even another Dib!”
And with that, Dib stormed off into the skool.
“You can run but you can’t hide from the truth!” Zib called out as he slithered inside.
