So technically Miss thavel is a wendigo so I thought it be funny requesting for a miss thavel x deer male reader (you know witht he whole deer ears and tail).
[TeacherY/N walks inside Miss thavel's classroom while the students are on recess. He was called in by her through Miss Sasha]
TeacherM!Reader : Thavel? You called—...
[TeacherY/N sees Thavel in her wendigo form while staring at the opponent direction. He slowly walks up to her, only for her to turn around with a heinous expression and smile, holding a literal heart that's still bleeding]
TeacherM!Reader : What the–?! Thavel why do you have that?!!
Miss thavel : Gift...
TeacherM!Reader : Gift?! That's a literal heart! Where did you even–...Thavel please tell me you didn't grab it out of one of the—
Miss thavel : No...
TeacherM!Reader : Oh thank goodness... well where DID you get this from–
Miss thavel : Someone outside the school was vandalizing the entrance of the school...
TeacherM!Reader : ...Could've been worse...
Miss thavel : You gave me affection, so I give you back
TeacherM!Reader : Okay–FIRST OF ALL, I gave you some affection by giving you kisses and a few licks on the cheeks, that's a normal way for me to show affection–AND SECOND, after I did that you already gave me some... Interesting way of affection—
Flashback
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[In the Teacher's Lounge. TeacherY/N sits on Miss thavel's lap in her wendigo form while she gives several nibbles on his neck. TeacherY/N can't do anything except letting her do it while continuing to drink his coffee like nothing is happening]
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[In the Teacher's Lounge. in her wendigo form, she keeps on clinging onto him while petting his hair, ear, and tail]
TeacherM!Reader blushing : ...I gave you a few licks and this is what you do—
[Miss Thavel then wraps her arms tightly around his stomach]
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"what does it mean if you're wendigo lover give you bones as a gift"
"A Symbol of Extreme Possession/Devotion: Because the Wendigo is associated with insatiable hunger and greed, giving a bone represents sharing the "scraps" of a kill, which in this symbolic context means giving you the only thing that remains after they have consumed everything else. It is a sign of intense, possessive, and perhaps possessive love"
[TeacherY/N looks up from his phone, only to look back to Miss Thavel standing maliciously in front of him, with several bones on the floor right in front of him]
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Flashback ends
TeacherM!Reader : And now you're telling me you got yourself a literal heart as a gift for me–?!!
[Out of nowhere. Miss Thavel gives TeacherY/N a long lick on his cheek–He immediately grabs her cheek the moment he feels her tongue and push it off of him the best he can]
TeacherM!Reader blushing : A STUDENT COULD WALK IN YOU IDIOT—
You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.
You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.
You forgot to pack lunch.
You couldn't help it.
You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.
You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.
Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.
"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.
"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.
"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.
"You did?"
"I did."
"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"
Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.
"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.
"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"
"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.
"Then why are you staying up late?"
You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.
"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principle—"
"No, please don't!" You protested.
"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."
You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.
"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.
"You really don't need to," you mumbled.
"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."
You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."
"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."
You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.
"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."
"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."
"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.
"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.
"I know you are,"
Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.
"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.
This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.
"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
How sweet. ♡
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I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. ♡
A/n: I actually kind of made a FPE x Reader back on Wattpad, but abandoned it because I fell out of the fandom. Give it a few months, and I'll fall out of it again, but in the meantime I wanted to write this. So enjoy.
This one was actually a lot longer than what I was planning on it being. This one was more of a introduction, honestly. The next chapter will have a lot more relationship building before I go knocking it all down like a Jenga Tower.
To be clear, this isn't going to be any more than 3 chapters. My fine tuning will be basically condensed into one chapter rather than spread out into multiple making it where I don't feel motivated to continue the project.
As per usual, gender neutral reader. Everyone here is 18+ If I couldn't make it any more obvious.
Some content warnings: Toxic relationship and Yandere behaviors, death, unhealthy obsession, etc.
In retrospect, maybe studying while on break was a good idea. Your math test today wasn't exactly easy or anything. Actually, it's probably the worst one you've faced so far.
You hated calculus so much. You glared at the paper in front of you as if it would burn to ashes if you stared at it harder.
A part of you just wanted to say 'fuck it we ball', but you know how that would end. Teachers in this school weren't the most forgiving for failing a test. You've lost a few friends because of that.
You kind of gave up trying after a while. The mortality rate of this school doesn't give you confidence when trying to make friends.
"You all get half an hour to finish this test, after that, I can grade your tests and pass them around." Mrs. Circle announces, with a bit of sadistic pleasure with that last comment. That shit-eating grin on her face doesn't make you feel much better about any of this.
She grabs her phone and sets a timer. "You may begin~" She sings, pressing the timer on her phone. Everyone shifts their attention to their tests.
You wonder if you could copy off of someones test.
...Maybe not.
You start looking over the test. In truthfulness, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be once you started getting into it. Of course, you still weren't really getting the correct answers, you don't think, but maybe it'll be enough for you to slip the teacher a crisp five dollar bill to let you off the hook just this once.
Or a box of Oreo's. She liked those.
She took a few of your friends away from you. You didn't really know the rules of this place when you got in last year, and the fact you made it about two months before finding out about what it really was is really lucky, you think.
You tried to help them where you could. But time after time they dropped. Time after time you kept losing people you've told secrets in confidence. You couldn't comprehend it at first, but that's how the cookie crumbles.
...That's what you keep telling yourself, at least.
You felt so empty. Not like, apathetic or anything like that, but just so...
...You felt something hit the back of your head.
You let out a sigh. Just keep your mouth shut, they'll leave you alone at some point. Just grin and bear it.
Another. It falls behind your back between you and your chair. You ignore it.
Another. It gets stuck between the crook of your neck.
Another, it lands on your desk. You brush it aside as you feel your annoyance building up inside you.
It wasn't until the eleventh time it hit you that you finally actually reacted it it by crushing the plane in your hand and tossing it to the side.
...Five more replace it. You figure they'll run out of paper eventually.
"Ten minutes." The teacher named after a alternate name of circular announces. She definitely noticed you getting pelted with paper airplanes, only snickering as a response. As well as the culprits behind you.
Other students noticed, obviously. It's kind of hard to ignore the planes covering the ground around them. It's not like they could say anything though, on account of Mrs. Circles 'no speaking during tests' policy.
She was strict with that. Not with the little group behind you, though. They're her favorites.
You let out a sigh as another hit you. You crumple it into a little ball and toss it behind you in hopes that maybe you hit them in the eye or something.
You don't. The ball just finds it's way back onto your desk.
You uncrumple the ball, ready to write down some very not kind words on it.
...You weren't expecting answers inside the ball. You nearly feel your heart jump as you look at it.
It's a trick, you immediately think. Obviously it's a trick, you know that much. But with you looking over your own answers... You think you were wrong about your previous assessment about it not being that bad.
It was completely polar opposite of what the answers in the ball were. You knew a lot of them were wrong, definitely to the point where you would get a failing grade.
...What the hell, you're going to die either way.
You started erasing your previous answers and putting down the ones on the ball. You write on the ball too, just to make it seem like you're taking notes.
Technically it was no longer a ball, but crumpled up piece of paper that has answers on it doesn't have the same ring to it.
You wondered if Mrs. Circle knew you well enough to know whether or not you actually did that.
Either way, the ten minutes are up and she gets some other poor sap to pass the tests to her.
The voices start up almost immediately after the test is over. Socializing takes place around you while you have nobody to talk to.
You just started doodling randomly on another paper airplane that hand landed by you. This... also had the answers on it. You're pretty sure that if you checked the others, they would also have the answers on it. Whether or not they were different answers is up in the air, you weren't really paying attention to the ones you were putting on your own test.
Eventually, the student that had collected the tests were now passing them around again, with grades. Mrs. Circle seemed strangely upset about something. She was muttering under her breath, though you couldn't really make out what she was saying, but she was darting glares at you.
Probably not a good sign.
Eventually, the student came around to you. Getting a closer look at him now that you actually are paying attention to your surroundings, he seems like he's a newer student.
"Thou hast a shiening reviewe, dear studente!" He says in such a old timey Shakespeare accent that it almost makes you do a double take. "Congratulatones, for thoust great marks!"
You give a awkward smile. "Uh, thanks." You say, giving a thumbs up. Shining marks may be a bit of a stretch though, you think as you look over the paper, which has shining marks on it.
100%.
Your jaw drops.
They actually gave you the right answers?! Other students couldn't even do that if they bargained their souls, so why did they give you the right answers?
Some part of you couldn't process it. You literally stare at your paper as if it was some kind of trick.
"Surprised about something?" A voice catches your attention. You snap your head up to see Mrs. Circle hovering over you, giving the fakest smile you've ever seen.
With out missing a beat, you say, "I just wasn't really thinking that studying over the weekend would get me this accurate of results"
She only lets out a small hum before she walks away to go check over other students.
...That was a fluke, you think. Maybe they guessed and just actually got the same results you did.
Well, maybe not, considering the other papers (that you had quickly gathered and stuffed away) all had the same answers. Maybe that wasn't a fluke.
"Ugh, would you just stop that?!" A female voice yells a few tables next to you. You switch your attention over to the situation where it appears that somehow more paper planes surround a girl that you didn't really catch the name of. Her friends don't look too pleased, either.
The culprits of who also pelted you with the same thing just laughs at their expense. "What, you can't take the pressure of dozens of planes?"
"Not when it's twenty of them in a single minute!" She snaps back.
You didn't get twenty in a single minute, so that little extra 30 seconds was probably just them writing down the answers.
You look over to the group you really didn't want to look at. Most people, including you knew who they were. Oliver, Zip and Edward, the 'bully squad' some called them. You just call them assholes to simplify it.
You just roll your eyes and start packing up your supplies to get ready to go to the next class. The papers you had collected earlier, however now crowds a lot of your bag. You're spending a minute trying to sort that out before you can hear footsteps approaching you.
"A thank you would be nice." A male voice announces. Oliver. In a smug voice. When you look up, you just see him with his arms crossed, looking down at you while you grab your items.
Zip is still over tormenting the other students you still don't know the names of while Edward took notice of what Oliver was doing and started walking over.
"I'm sure it would." You clap back. "If you were anyone else, I probably would have."
He just snickers as Edward joins him, snickering along with him. "What, we can't do a little niceness once in a while?"
"The last time you did something nice for anyone was not showing up to school," You glare at him. "which is why I know you didn't do it out of the kindness of your own heart."
"Your wounds hurt me so." He puts a hand on his chest. "Bold of you, honestly."
"So I've been told." The bell rings (finally) and you don't waste any time getting away from them.
The weird air the hallway has whenever you exit a classroom hits you like water in a dry desert. That whole thing was weird, a part of you thinks it's that weird things bullys do to try and get on your good side just to screw you over in the end. You'd rather not buy into that like you did when you were younger.
You were honestly glad the rest of your classes were electives, you weren't in any rush to go to more school after just getting off the most stressful test of your life.
You exited the school and just sat with your back to the school wall. You took a huge breath. Closer than you would have liked, for sure.
You take out your phone and scroll over to your gallery. It's something you'd like to do to take the edge off, just looking back at better times. You and your friends hanging out at local restaurants, cafe's, or just food trucks.
Going to parks, carnivals (the ones that were local at least) or just doing anything you guys had wanted to.
...And this school took it all away from you. Time after time until the last one dropped.
You hated this place.
"Hey!" A girls voice calls from your side. One that was familiar, and not the good kind of familiar.
You sigh. "If you ask me for a thank you-"
Zip cuts you off. "Blah blah blah, I get it, you're going through a edgy mood today," she mocks, making that stupid hand mocking gesture along with it, "but you can't act like I didn't save your skin back there."
You blink at her, unamused. "You?"
"Yeah, me!" She smiled, jabbing at herself with her thumb. "What, you think the others cares about what happens to you?"
"No," You bluntly reply. "And I know you don't either, so I don't even know why you're trying to get me to give you validation."
Her eye twitches and her smile a bit more forced. "Wow, Oliver was right, you really are acting like a moody teenager."
"I am a moody teenager, are we done here?"
"You have no idea how pathetic you sounded there."
"For the record, I know it wasn't you who had those answers. I've seen your test scores when you actually try." You jab at her, switching the topic before it got too far hot on one side.
You weren't wrong, you don't think. You've had it where Mrs. Thavel got you to pass around tests while Zip was in your class and you've seen her Spanish answers. Not pretty. Somehow enough to not end up on the chopping block.
Her smile doesn't flip. "Yeah, I got Edward to do them."
"Shocker."
"You're so painfully boring." She comments, crossing her arms and raising a brow at you.
You look up at her. "Then why are you talking to me?"
Her smile returns after a brief break. "To watch you squirm."
You blink at her. You don't feel surprised or angry, just done. It's a feeling that can't really be described as anything else.
"I'm glad that's boring for you then." You stick your tongue at her as you get up from your spot.
She scoffs. "You're boring when you act like this instead of yourself." She walks up to you and presses a finger against your chest. "Trying so hard to act like you don't feel anything when I can see it does."
"Just you, huh?" You remark.
She rolls her eyes, her smile never leaving her. It's... weirdly genuine? "Like the others would notice the smaller reactions of some nobody."
Nobody.
"You have no idea how reassuring that is to hear." You say, grabbing your bag. You glance at her, she still has her arms crossed, but now she seems disappointed by something.
...You shouldn't.
You really, really shouldn't. But something inside you just feels like it's too rude not to.
You walk past her, stopping briefly, turning back to her.
"...I don't know why you did it, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't really care why, but," You catch your tongue for a brief moment before sighing quietly. "Thank you. For 'saving' me back there." You quote the 'saving' with your fingers before walking off.
It's when you walk away that Zip finally lets the mask slip.
"...About time." She says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a phone. Yours, to be exact.
She looks over your phone, which obviously had a password lock. "It'd be so funny if not sad that I was able to get this from them so easily." She remarks under her breath. You hadn't even noticed that she had snatched your mobile device when she was jabbing her finger against your chest.
The immediate password she tries is your birthday. Surprisingly, it works. She lets out a small 'huh' before snooping around your apps.
A fitness app that you never used, which came with the phone. Faceboop, Sandagram, Shivver, surprisingly you never used much of these apps. There are a few family photos you've posted that she gagged at.
There wasn't much meat here at all! Not even blackmail material. It annoyed her. She thought there'd be more here, but it's just junk. It's like you're allergic to technology or something. Bold coming from a pirate wannabe though.
She clicked on your photo gallery, just to see if there was anything she'd missed.
Music class was certainly an experience. You had to present a project where you made your own music piece. Some of them were good, others... meh.
Not exactly your taste in music. A few of them had swears in them, so they immediately got marked down as not graded and they probably failed. You've never seen Mr. Demi actually do anything hostile.
You don't even think he has a mean bone in his body, really.
"O-okay class, that will be all for today." He announces, voice shaking slightly. "And although that was more about elephant anatomy than I ever needed to know, I really enjoyed hearing everyone's pieces! Once the bell rings, you're all dismissed."
Felt almost robotic the way he said those last sentences.
The ring bells to you and classroom out walk.
It takes you a moment to rewire your brain from your funk of just blanking out the entire class, even after you presented your piece.
You walk down the hallways over to your locker. In all honesty, this wasn't the worst school day you've had, if not stressful. Though, you weren't expecting a bailout from the people who occasionally throw people into the toilet for fun.
You go to your locker. You think you're going to go home early, you were already doing well in your history and art, you didn't need to keep up. That was probably your procrastination talking, but whatever. This was just something you weren't willing to deal with today.
You only halfway down the corridor to the exit of the school before your arm gets caught on something.
Or, actually, by someone.
Zip is hugging your arm and burying her face into you. Your immediate response probably should have just been to pull away and just walk away, but the suddenness and absurdity of the situation left you just stunned for a moment.
"What are you doing?" You attempt to pull your arm away, but her grip only gets tighter. She unburdens her face to look at you.
"Bonding, duh~" She answers, reburying her face into your arm as you continuously try to pull away. You visibly cringe as the person who regularly torments people is just hugging you like a sloth to their mother.
You eventually give up trying to pull away after you almost trip over yourself. "Do you mind? I'm trying to leave."
"So soon?" She asks, finally pulling away but holding your hand with an almost iron grip. "But we were having so much fun!"
You can feel your eye twitch. "We've only talked once today."
She rolls her eyes as she just drags you along, not entertaining your response with an answer. You try to pull away, but she just tugs harder. You're sort of lucky nobody else was here to see you getting dragged by someone who you weren't sure how to feel about anymore.
"Seriously, do you mind? I wanted to go home." You start tugging harder to get free, to no avail.
She doesn't look back at you. "I do, actually. We were just starting to get along, and now you want to leave before I get to know you further!"
"All I said was thank you!" You argue back.
"Something you didn't say to either Oliver or Edward, so that automatically makes us friends."
You almost lose your words as she rounds a corner. "T-That is not how that works."
"That how it worked for me." She blissfully replies. "How'd you think I met the others?"
'By being yourself.' you bitterly think to yourself. Regardless, your next stop is history, apparently as that's the door Zip opens and enters with you in tow.
You had given up pulling away at that point, you're already seen by the history teacher, who greets both you and Zip. You catch her glance looking at your hand interlocking Zip's.
You note that neither Oliver nor Edward are here. You think that's good, you didn't need the extra harassment against you. Or, really, anyone else.
Zip and her captive (you) plop down at a few desks at the back of the room where you couldn't really see anything of what Mrs. Emily is writing down. Not that Zip really seemed to care, though. She just pulls out a piece of paper and starts doodling.
You force yourself just to look at what Mrs. Emily is writing down. You have to squint, but you can barely make out that it's supposed to be about the Industrial Revolution. Basically the era where the economy explodes and implodes.
You lay your head on the desk. You've already done this topic a few times in the past, it doesn't really make you excited doing it the fourth time doing it. You repress a sigh as she starts going into depth of the topic.
"Boring~" Zip sings in a hushed tone. You spare a glance at her, where she's still doodling but somewhat listening.
You look down at her paper, trying to take a quick peak at what she's drawing. It's just random doodles, really. Random faces, objects, some characters that you don't recognizes, probably her owns. For what it's worth, they don't look half bad.
You bite your tongue telling her that.
All you can say is 'mhm' to what she comments.
"If we're doing a project, you're doing it." Zip whispers to you, still not looking up from her doodle page. You only huff in response as you switch your gaze back to the board the teacher is writing on. You don't really care, you've already done this topic a few times, chances are you could probably ace it.
The teacher would probably notice the difference between your work and Zip's though. You'd have to figure that out.
Or not. You're not really obligated to bail Zip out. Maybe if you did she'd leave you alone. It wouldn't hurt to try, right.
As it turns out, Zip was somewhat a prophet as Mrs. Emily decided to present a group project. Meaning you and Zip would have to work on it. And like what Zip said earlier, it'd probably be only you working on it.
She pokes at your face with her pencil. "Well would you look at that~" She sings, looking at you with the smuggest look that could rival Oliver's. You barely react as you pull out one of your study books from your book bag.
"Do you know anything about the Industrial Revolution?" You ask. You already know the answer to that question though.
"About as much as the next guy." She replies. You raise a brow at that, looking at her as if you didn't believe her.
She puts both of her hands up in mock surrender. "What, you don't think I got through this whole thing alive by just being fun, do you?"
"Something tells me you got help." You antagonize. She just taps the desk.
"For some of it, sure." She says, gaze switching back down to her doodling page. "Like math and stuff, all the things I couldn't really get the hang of. But you know, I kinda had to actually learn to get through this special case of a school."
You're... actually not sure how to feel about that. For the longest time she felt one-sided that it feels like you're not supposed to be hearing any of that.
You think back to your friends. Well, old friends.
"...Did you ever-" You cut yourself off, shaking your head. "Nevermind."
She blinks at you. "Well now you got me curious. Don't leave a friend hanging!" She leans towards you with fake puppy dog eyes, trying to get something out of you.
"We're not friends, first off," You scoot away from her slightly. "And it's not any of your business."
"Ouch, such a way to treat a friend." She places a hand to her chest. "And here I thought we were bonding."
You stifle a laugh under your breath. "You were fighting ghosts with that one. My friends don't harass other people for fun."
She hums. "Sure they don't." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Say, where are your friends, since you know so much about them."
You flinch.
"C'mon, don't leave me hanging here, I've never seen them before!" She raises her brows at you, motioning with her hand for you to talk.
You don't. You clench your mouth shut as you look away from her.
She places her head on her hand, just staring at you. "Well?"
You still don't talk.
"Come on, don't make me start poking you~" She sings as she pokes your side with her pencil. You swat it away.
You glare at her. "Stop talking." You say threateningly.
"Oooh, scary~" She wiggles her fingers mockingly. "Fine, you win." She says, waving a hand at you as she surprisingly backs down from her provocations.
Silence reigns between the both of you as you finally just start writing down notes from your 'broad history book', as it was called. Mainly on the few parts the mention the industrial revolution. It's not much by itself, more of a jumping off point.
Zip just stares at you while you work. She doesn't really do much other than just look at your answers and doing some mild corrections, mostly with dates.
You glanced at her in mild surprise, wondering how she knew the answers. You see her with your book.
You don't really have the energy to try and fight for it back. You just let it go, you don't really care right this second. You will, but just not this second.
She notices your lack of reaction. "Pff, your no fun."
She digs around in her pocket. "You dropped this by the way."
You glance to what she was holding out to you. You can feel your heart drop as you see your phone in her hands. You quickly snatch it out of hers and check over your phone, quickly putting in your password and checking around to see if she messed with anything important.
"Geez, what's the anxiety about?" She muses, looking at your panicked face.
"What did you mess with?" You immediately question. She waves her hand at you.
"Nothing," She sings. "not for a lack of trying though, I couldn't figure out your stupid password."
You let out a small sigh of relief. "At least there's that."
She tries to snatch the phone out of your hand, failing just short as you react quick enough to shove your phone back in your pocket.
"Aw, come on," She whines, "what kinda juicy secrets do you have~?"
You can feel your heartbeat calming down. "Nonyabuisness." You stick your tongue out at her.
She whines a bit further before finally just giving it up. Way easier than you expected. Way easier than what seemed to be in character for her, considering.
She didn't feel like the type of girl to let something she's really interested in go like that.
You squint at her, but decide not to say anything. She either didn't see or didn't acknowledge your weird look at her as she looks up at the board, seeing more information she'll probably forget. Or not, you weren't really sure anymore given what she told you.
...You probably shouldn't be taking her at face value, she did give you answers from a book she stole from you, after all.
Zip continuously pokes and prods at you for the rest of class. It's not really intense, actually you'd consider it lukewarm at best as the worst that she does is just mildly bug you while you did the beginnings of your projects.
She was surprisingly lighthearted with you. Not really malicious but still... teasing. As if you were really friends. Then again, she seems to think you're her friend despite you telling her off multiple times, so that's par for the course, probably.
Maybe this will keep them off your back.
...No, you know better. This will probably just keep them on your back more. The looks from the other students really don't make you feel secure. Most of them are distaste as Zip continuously talks to you.
You don't like the way they look at you.
Soon enough, the bell rings and everyone begins to pack up.
"Hey," You begin, not looking at Zip as you pack up your stuff. "How'd you know I have this class today anyway?"
She freezes, eye going wide for a moment before she waves her hand dismissively. "I didn't, I just dragged you along with me." She looks at you. You didn't seem to notice her break in character. "So good thing you were supposed to be here, huh?"
"I suppose." You reply as you put the bag on your back and begin to walk out.
"Hey, wait for me!" She complains. Against your better judgement, you do decide to wait for her. You turn towards her, waiting for her to pack up.
She gets up after finally getting everything together. Weirdly longer than you would think, considering the only thing she took out of her bag was paper, but whatever.
She walks up to you. "Thanks." And then she walks past you.
You somewhat follow behind her. Moreso just because the direction of her next class is on the way to the exit. You were still planning on skipping out on school, somewhat.
Your curiosity gets the better of you. "So what's your next class?"
She sighs dramatically. "Music." She seems weirdly annoyed. "Mr. Demi never makes it interesting. I put so many bees in his desk and he never opens it-"
"That was you?" You gape. "The janitor had to go to the hospital because of you!"
"So what?" She shrugs, giving a lopsided smile. "It's funny, even if I wasn't trying to go for the janitor."
"You almost killed him, the dude was allergic to bees."
She looks at you, expression somehow getting brighter. "Really? Nice, I'll keep that in mind for next time~"
You expression shifts, now dejected. "Don't actually, the last thing we need is more corpses piling up."
"O-kay~" She says in a singsong voice. Her expression tells you she's probably not going to not try the killing blow against a poor janitor. You should probably warn them.
...Maybe not, you're not sure how the teachers would react to a unprovoked police response.
Is it weird that you're getting more and more desensitized to everything that's going on.
"Is there a reason you're such a annoying pri-" You bite your tongue. "...Jerk?"
She raises a brow at you. "Cuz it's funny." She looking over your face, trying to find something, though what, you are not sure. "What, you think I'm some misunderstood bumblebee?"
"Even if you were, it doesn't justify anything you do or did." You shrug, trying to be nonchalant. "I dunno, maybe try not being so annoying and maybe people would see you as misunderstoo-..."
You come to a realization. Is that what she's trying to do to you? Make you feel like she's the misunderstood one?
"What's with that weird look on your face?" She raises a brow at you, now out of legitimate confusion.
You shake your head. "It's nothing, nevermind." You say walking past her. It doesn't take her half a second to catch up.
She opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off. "You almost had me there." You muse bitterly.
"What?" She says, legitimately confused. "You can't just say cryptic shit and expect me to know what you're talking about."
You legitimately chuckle slightly. "Sure I can, my dad does that to me all the time."
"I'm not your dad." She gives you a look.
"No," You say, glancing at her. "But you sure do act like him."
She squints at you. It seems like she wants to say something, but just decides to drop it. "Whatever."
Her gaze flips back to you after a minute. "What about you, what class do you have?"
You adjust your bag. "I'm not sticking around, I'm headed home."
She gives you a bored look. "Seriously, you're still doing that?" She rolls her eyes. "Boo." She gives you a thumbs down.
You brush her off. "Boo for not sticking around for one more hour class, yeah." You look at her, coming to a complete stop. "You gonna try to stop me?"
Zip blinks at you before a smug smile slowly creeps up on her face. "Are you asking for my permission to leave?"
You sputter. "What- no I--"
"You are permitted to leave, servant." She declares, waving a hand at you. "Shoo now, you must return tomorrow, so gain your rest while you still can~"
With that, she walks off, tail swaying side to side behind her. You just give her a mean look while she's not looking and turn the other way to head home.
"What is up with you and that dude?" Edward asks as Zip turns the corner. She flinches slightly before relaxing.
She shrugs. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She responds, walking past the porcupine haired evil scientist. Or engineer, whatever he decided to proclaim himself as.
Edward scoffs. "Sure you don't, you normally decide to attach yourself to random people rather than hang out with your established friends." He jabs at her with his elbow. "If you're going to lie, at least be more creative about it."
"Who's lying?" Zip smiles manically. "Not me~! You just never noticed I did this until now."
Edward just lets out a little 'uh huh' before dropping the subject.
Zip looks around a bit, seeing students talking to each other or making their way to their classes. She notes a lack of Oliver in the group and out of the open.
"Where's Oliver?" Questions Zip, looking at Edward with a mildly curious look.
He only rolls his eyes. "Hanging out with Alice." He sticks out his tongue in disgust. "Walked in on him and her in the middle of a impromptu make-out session."
Zip raises a brow, amused. "And she didn't try to kill you for it?"
"Oh no, she did." Edward chuckles. "Just didn't go through with it after Oliver stopped her."
Zip only lightly chuckles as she pulls out some stuff from her pockets to sort out. It wasn't anything Edward recognized, but it looked... valuable. Not really monetarily valuable, but valuable to someone.
"What's that?" He asked, pointing at a weird picture Zip had pulled out.
She waves him off. "Just some memorabilia from that nerd I was hanging out with earlier." She answers, sorting out more pictures. "They had a lot of them, weirdly enough. Just imagine all of the black mail." She muses, giggling at a particular one.
Edward snickers sinisterly with her. "Oh I can only imagine the look on their face."
The exhaustion from today finally hitting you. It's weird how you don't feel anything at one point and then the world crushes you down as soon as you re-enter your safe space.
Today was way too weird for you. The first part of the day was fine, sure. But you shouldn't have really survived that math class. At all, considering all the answers that Zip had given you were right. Well, the answers Edward gave Zip were right, anyway.
Zip was weird today. Well, she's weird everyday, considering what she does for fun, but this one was definitely out there.
...Come to think of it, she's been trying to talk to you more. Some of it subtle, others not so, including today. But this day was the one where she just outright just... forced time with you.
You didn't trust it. You don't think she's tried a get close and stab tactic before, but you didn't want to fall for it. That 'thank you' you gave her earlier is the closest she's going to get from you. Her and her group she hangs out with.
You don't even realize your drifting off to sleep thinking it all over. Before you know it, you're out like a light bulb.
Something tells you this probably isn't the end of whatever just happened today.
I really love your content so much I was wondering if you can do another Fpe x reader, where the reader is Oliver’s little sibling (maybe sister your choice) and she’s sadly getting bullied by big kids or slightly older ones and she tries to hide a black eye from Oliver but he still finds out.
Masterlist — Fundamental paper education
Request — Older brother!Oliver with little sister!Bullied!Reader, platonic, headcanons
⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — glad that you love my content:D,, love the idea btw^^,, thank you for requesting <33
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𖣠 Oliver had noticed that you've been more and more absent when in breaks for some reasons but he brushed it off by thinking mabye you are in the library or the swimming class,
𖣠 But everytime you two go back home, he notice there is more and more unnoticeable scars and hit marks, he asked you about it and you lied to him by saying you tripped or fell over, as oliver would tell you to be more careful.
𖣠 After yet other day in school, Oliver were waiting for you. When you came, he noticed how you hid your other eye with your hair bangs, which oliver decided not to push, mabye you're trying out new styles and all.
𖣠 But while walking so, the wind were quite strong, causing your hair bangs to move and show the black spot on your eye, which oliver caught.
𖣠 He would ask who did this to you if you two are alone in the streets, he's angry, of course he is. His little sister has a black spot on her eye!
𖣠 Once you tell him that you had been bullied by older kids, probably two grades order than you, oliver would be pissed, no not at you, but at the people that bullied you.
𖣠 The next few days were pretty normal for you, no bullies were anywhere, mabye your big brother really did what he promised, to keep the bullies away from you.
𖣠 Unknownly, oliver had chose these bullies as victims for alice and alice weren't really nice with them, she didn't waste a second to attack them, no one hurts you,
Hello! I was wondering if you can do Oliver x little sibling reader where reader is chip’s friend who was getting bullied by older kids and tries to hide a black eye from Oliver but it doesn’t work.
A/n: oh oh! For some reason I found this req.. interesting. I'm going to combine both ask because it's almost similar. might start writing before the government in my country cut off our internet network and ban some apps 😒 (I hate being Indonesian…)
“You and Chip meet on the first day of kindergarten. At that time, Oliver is having a hard time making you socialize.. until he remembers that Zip had a little brother. and that's how you two meet.”
“Both your siblings said that you two are inseparable, I mean.. once you cling to each other, Oliver and Zip are going to have a hard time separating you two.”
“Miss Sasha once said that you had a better attitude than your brother.. she thought that you would be the same as Oliver. I mean you see what he did right?”
“Because both you and Chip on kindergarten side of the school, sometimes the older kids like to play around. Some are nice, and the other kinda.. bad.”
“There’s one time when the older kids play too rough on you and Zips, it ended badly enough that you two had bruises on your arms and leg.. but what was worse was that you got black eye from it.”
“Miss Sasha tried to hide it by giving you two ice packs.. yeah sure it helps a bit, but if Oliver knows.. who knows what will happen to them.”
“It's not a lie if your brother Oliver didn't notice the black eye in your eye, maybe you tried to hide it by walking faster when you got home from school, or using your drawing of him.”
“Yeah overall you're not as slick as him. By the time he's holding you on the back of your dress, he can see the black eye on you… guess who's going to die tomorrow? Yeah it's not you.”
“You know how fucked up is it once the most trouble maker kids planning something? Yeah, even Zip found out about the bruises on Chip while bathing him.”
“Ever since then, you no longer see any older kids at the kindergarten side.. only your brother, Zip, and sometimes Edward.”
“Oh well! As long as you're okay, there's nothing to worry about now!”
