ATTENTION LOVERS OF ZIM:
ok, I havn't done anything in a while,so heres a little action for you-or your OC-and Zim.if آپ dont like smexy-ness with Zim, then dont read.

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Your sitting in your room, on your bed, موسیقی from your computer on full blast(you choose the song). Your hair is in your face; your eyes wet with tears. A phone is in your hands. سیکنڈ before this moment آپ were having a conversation with your boyfriend, and he was making آپ laugh, like he always has. Just as آپ thought he was going to ask آپ to go to the movies, یا come over to his house... he dumped you. Then to make matters worse, he hung up on you. آپ sit there, crying, wondering what آپ did wrong. Sudenly there is a knock on your door. "Honey? Are آپ in there?" Its your mom. آپ answer, trying to hide the obious pain in your voice. "Yeah, mom. What do آپ want?" Your voice cracks, much to your dismay. The last thing آپ want is your mother coming in and giving آپ a long, boreing story about one of her past boyfriends. She calls to آپ again, snapping آپ out of your thoughts. "Some guy is here to see you.. he says he knows آپ from school." آپ hesitate for a moment, wondering if آپ should let this unknown guy in. Curiousity gets the better of آپ as آپ call for your mom to send him in. آپ hear the door open, but آپ just dont have the energy to look up at whoever it is. The door closes loudly. No big deal, your mom wont care... but then آپ hear the door lock. Panic runs through your mind. آپ look up at the boy... and sigh. Standing above آپ is non other than Zim, the green-skined alien boy you've had a crush on since آپ met him. He says nothing, only glares at آپ as آپ stare back at him. آپ silently take note of his clothing choice. He no longer wears the invader outfit he used to wear, but switched it for a pair of jeans and a tight black button-up shirt. His wig and contacts were diferent too- the wig was longer, the 'hair' flowing onto his shoulders, and the contacts- ok, so they're the same. He speaks, his voice sending frightened shivers down your spine. "Why were آپ crying, girly-huemen?" آپ start to sob again at his words, remembering why آپ were crying. He continues to glare at you. Sudenly آپ feel his claws running through your hair. آپ gasp quietly and look up at him. He is no longer glareing at you. He kneels اگلے to your bed, his face inches from yours. Your eyes widen in slight fear, a million thoughts running through your head at once. He reaches up and takes out his contacts, then removes his wig. His light red eyes stare into yours, curiousity burning in his intense gaze. He speaks again, placeing his hand on the side of your face gentley. "... Tell Zim whats wrong. NOW." His voice is comanding, urgent. آپ jump a little; he always scared آپ a little bit. "My... my boyfriend broke up with me..." Your voice trails off as آپ start crying again. Zim pulls آپ close, hugging آپ to him. آپ cry on his shoulder, finding yourself clinging to him. He pulls away from you, but still keeps آپ locked in his arms. He leans down, his face inches away from yours again. He speaks softer than before, as if trying to calm you. "Zim wants to try something... something he discovered. Something that humens like to do... often." He gets a little closer, his lips almost touching yours. "... Do آپ trust me?" He whispers, his grip tightening around your waist. آپ لپیٹ, لفاف کریں your arms around his neck as آپ whisper back. "Yes..." He closes the distance between you, pressing his lips agenst yours. آپ kiss back, your emotons skyrocketing. He pulls آپ closer as the kiss gets مزید heated. Soon your laying back on the bed, Zim on سب, سب سے اوپر of you, locked in a kiss آپ want to last forever. Your پسندیدہ song is playing loudly in the background, making the moment somewhat special. In the back of your mind آپ know that this is just an experiment for Zim; that its not a real kiss. But آپ enjoy it anyway, forgeting everything- your boyfriend, your tears.. hell, even your own NAME. But as soon as the moment started it was over. Zim now stands اگلے to your bed, glareing at آپ again. His wig and contacts are in their places. آپ sit up, hurt in your eyes. "..Interesting." He mumbles, half to himself, half to you. He walks over to the door and unlocks it. آپ panic, reaching out to him. "Zim, wait-" He pauses, his hand on the doorknob. He mearly glances back at آپ before mumbleing again. "VERY interesting..." He then opens the door and walks out, slaming it behind him.

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