Mr Evershed x Student!reader - the secrets we hide
School trips were never your thing, most of the time you managed to avoid going in them, but when they were mandatory you had no choice but to sit there on the coach and stare out the window.
The only thing interesting was the scenery, but that may have been the way you were raised, you loved nature, compared to the big cities and loud towns, you grew up in nature.
Even the loud bus, with all the chatter and yelling was too much for you.
“You look like you’d rather sink into that chair.”
You shift your gaze to the side to see Mr Evershed sitting on the seat opposite yours a warm smile on his face.
“Like dealing with a bunch of wild animals…” you grumble back before looking back out the window.
Mr Evershed chuckled softly, shaking his head at you.
“Wild animals would be easier to handle. I dont often see you interacting with the others, or on any trips other than these ones, why’s that?” He asked.
“They’re loud and annoying and you make these trips mandatory so no choice…”
Mr Evershed hummed a little, leaning forward slightly while resting his arms on his knees.
“Most of the others would just phone in sick.”
“Be suspicious if I suddenly start phoning in sick since I’ve had no absences.”
He nods slightly, clasping his hands together.
“Well, you have a point, but what I want to know (Y/N) is why exactly are you so against interacting with other people. I’ve never met anybody so isolated, and it would be concerning if you didn’t seem so content.”
“People are loud, messy, annoying.” You grumble back.
Mr Evershed have a small chuckle, shaking his head at you as he stands up to get on the rest of the coach.
“The world is full of people (Y/N), you’ll have to branch out one day.”
With that he left, slowly walking down the coach to check on the other students, lightly scolding some of them or picking up rubbish.
With a small huff you turn back to the window, watching the farmlands roll past, the sun high in the sky though since it was autumn it wouldn’t last long.
Even with all the glass on the coach you heightened sense could pick up on the smells of outside, the leaves on the ground, the slight damp smell from the grass and dirt from the mornings frost.
It helped distract from all the things on the couch, the annoying yelling, the sounds of people throwing things and different foods being opened at once.
It was all too overwhelming for someone like you, and it made you understand why so many people like you reverted to going back to the wild, living away from everything like this.
It didn’t take long for the coach to stop, some nature reserve place Mr Evershed wanted everyone to use for some inspiration for their English projects.
You got off the coach last, standing at the back of the group as he talks to everyone.
You weren’t even paying attention to what was being said, you weren’t interested, you senses were immediately drawn to the nature around you, begging for you to go out as far as you could.
It didn’t take long for you to get that chance, as everyone was following the tour guide down the dirt path, you strayed off, carefully stepping away as to not make a sound.
Usually you got away without being spotted, but Mr Evershed turned around just at that exact moment, watching as you snuck away.
He quickly whispered something to Mrs Carp and followed you.
He did try call out a few times but it was clear you weren’t listening, you were fully focused on whatever it was that was going through your head, so he followed you.
You were walking pretty fast, agile even, easily clearing logs in your way, ducking under tree branches.
Your eyes scanned all over the place, from birds watching from the trees, the occasional leaf falling to the ground, how the sunlight filtered through the branches.
Even as you took a deep breath your senses picked up on everything and all the tension from your body had melted away.
You slowed to a stop in the middle of the forest, taking a deep breath to yourself and closing your eyes.
Mr Evershed had finally caught up, he was going to call your name but stopped when you opened your eyes, his own widening.
(E/C) eyes now golden, shifting to the sky as you took another deep breath before breaking out into a jog, jumping against a tree and back off it, golden light surrounding you as your four paws hit the ground.
Mr Evershed was frozen.
A lot of people had theories about you.
But never in a thousand years would he have guessed this.
What was his student standing before him was now a grey wolf, relaxed and content padding around, kicking up dirt and leaves.
You embraced your freedom, running in circled, chasing leaves and digging in the dirt, jumping on to fallen trees and exploring under the bushes.
When you spun around you froze, coming face to face with your English teacher who was stood with his eyes wide.
You wanted to run, but your legs were frozen despite your brain screaming at you to run away, to quickly go back to the others and pretend nothing happened but you couldn’t move.
All you could do was stand there with your eyes locked with his.
Both of you waiting for the other to make the first move
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Maybe prompt 38 with mr evershed x teen or foster reader? :) - Anon💜
38: “I never asked for any of this!”
TW: mentions of parental loss, talks about being in a car accident
Sitting in the car, you looked out the door as you watched the rain fall into the puddle just below your feet.
You listened to the sound of it hitting the top of the car, hitting the road, it was cold, but not the kind of cold that made you want to put on a jacket. It was the type of cold that you enjoyed on a hot summer day.
“(Y/N)? Come inside before you get drenched.”
You lifted your head a little bit, looking up at your social worker and he sighed, walking over again.
He held the umbrella over your head as you stood out of the car, and you slammed the door closed, following him to the school.
You walked inside, sitting down on a chair in reception, burying your face into your hoodie as he spoke to the receptionist.
He glanced over at you before he went back to speaking to her for another minute, that’s when he finally decided to walk over, sitting next to you.
“Mr Evershed is in a meeting, he’s going to come out in a few minutes. He’s going to be your foster placement while you’re here, do you remember what I told you?”
You ignored the social worker, turning your attention to the doors, focusing on the rain as it ran down the glass panes.
He sighed softly.
“(Y/N), I know you don’t want to be here, but all I’m asking is that you try. He’s a good man, and I know you’re in good hands.”
You didn’t reply, inside you got up, over to a window and you leant on the windowsill, staring outside.
You heard a few doors open but you didn’t pay them any mind, you ignored the people walking, the hushed conversations.
None of it interested you.
Being there didn’t interest you.
You were stood there for a few minutes until finally someone said your name, and you turned around to look at the two men.
They both smiled, gesturing to the office and you trailed after them both, sitting on the sofa in the back of the room.
They sat on the chairs in front of you.
“Hi (Y/N), I’m Martin Evershed, I’m the headteacher here at Ackley bridge, I’m going to be your fosterer for the time that you’re here.” Mr Evershed said gently.
You looked away from him, resting your head on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry, please don’t take it personally. (Y/N) is a good kid, they’re not a trouble maker, and they’re not a flight risk they’re just… they’re not present.”
Mr Evershed turned to the social worker.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed.
“Well, they’re here. They know we’re here, they know where they are and what’s going on but at the same time, they’re not really here. They’re somewhere completely different.”
“Where do they go?”
“Honestly I don’t know, I’ve tried to ask but they’ve never spoken to me. I suppose it makes sense, I’m the person that moves them from pillar to post.”
Mr Evershed nodded his head slightly, turning his attention back to you.
“(Y/N)?” He asked gently.
You looked at him.
“We’re going to get you enrolled for after the half term, is it okay if you stay in my office with me for the day?”
You ignored the question, going back to look at the ceiling.
“Please be patient with them, everybody else decided they’re too much to handle, but they’re really not. They’re suffering, they just need time.”
“I’ve got all the time in the world.”
They spoke quietly among themselves and eventfully your social worker left, bringing your bag through with him, along with a box before he did.
He set them on the floor next to you, and you sat on the floor, opening the box to pull out a photo frame, holding it in your hands.
Mr Evershed noticed this, but he didn’t ask you any questions about it, he just wanted you to get used to the surroundings first.
When it came to lunch he finally made his way over, kneeling down in front of you.
“Are you hungry?”
You never looked up from the photo, and he glanced down, trying to see what it was but you had it turned away from him.
“Let’s go get some lunch, the staff room will be empty.”
You set the photo back in the box, and you stood up, putting your hands in your pockets as you followed him into the hallway.
He had to stop a few times to make sure that you were still there as he led you to the cafeteria, and after grabbing you some chips, he noticed you stopped by any window or door you could.
Eventually you made your way to the staff room and sat down, taking the plate from him.
He walked over to make himself a drink, and he brought you over one as well, setting it down on the table in front of you.
You didn’t finish all your lunch, and you didn’t touch the drink.
Mr Evershed wanted to give you some time, and he hoped maybe as time went on you would open up, but you never did.
As the days turned to weeks and weeks into months, you still didn’t show any signs of wanting to open up to him.
At school you just sat in your own world, and at his you usually kept to the room he had given you, only coming down to eat.
It was the weekend, your social worker came over on Saturdays to see how you were doing and speak to Mr Evershed to see how he was doing with you.
They were in the living room speaking, you coming down the stairs, grabbing your shoes you sat down on the sofa so you could put them on.
“Are you going out?” The social worker asked.
You flicked your gaze up, but never said anything, you just grabbed your phone from the table and left.
“They go out for a few hours every Saturday, I don’t know where they go, but it’s always at the same times.” Mr Evershed said.
He turned to the doorway as the front door was slammed closed.
“I think I know where they’re going.”
Mr Evershed looked at the other man.
“They’ll be going to the cemetery, to sit with their parents. Every foster home that reported them missing that’s where they would be. The same time on the same day every week.”
“What happened to them exactly?”
The social worker sighed.
“Honestly I don’t know the ins and outs, but I know there was some sort of accident involving the (Y/N) family and a lorry. It happened on a weekend, I’m sure you can figure out the time and day.”
Mr Evershed nodded his head.
“Saturday.”
“Their mother was declared dead on the scene, their father was taken to the hospital where he died in surgery, (Y/N) was in a coma while this happened, they woke up two months later.”
Mr Evershed nodded his head again.
“I’m not sure what happened in that time, but it was a few weeks later when eventually I was assigned to their case. I don’t think (Y/N) has ever fully processed what happened that day, and part of me thinks maybe they think this is a dream.”
“Trauma is hard enough for anybody to deal with, but to wake up and find that your family is gone, that’s going to be hard, especially for a teenager.”
The two carried on talking for a little while, and eventually the social worker left, and you came back an hour or so later.
You walked into the living room, setting your phone on the table so you could take your shoes off.
Mr Evershed smiled at you, setting his laptop and the papers he was grading aside.
“Hey, do you want to come pick what you want for dinner?”
You got up and followed him to the kitchen, and he stood by the door while you looked through everything.
You didn’t seem much interested in any of the food you could find, so finally you just pulled some chicken out of the fridge and set it aside.
“Is there anything else you want?”
You pulled out some herbs and spices, setting them down as well, grabbing a few bowls and anything else you could find that you needed.
You stood at the counter as you began mixing some herbs into a bowl.
Mr Evershed walked over, standing next to you as he looked at what you were making.
“Do you want to roll up your sleeves? That way you won’t get anything on them.”
You paused for a moment, looking at your sleeves of the hoodie you were wearing, then you slowly shook your head.
“Alright, you don’t have to. We can wash it straight away if we need to. Can I help?”
You passed him a bowl, setting some peppers in front of him and he got to work cutting them up.
He spoke about the day he had while you both prepared the food.
He didn’t need to, maybe you weren’t even listening, but he thought maybe it would help you grow more comfortable to eventually one day open up to him.
But when you were finished preparing the food, you simply washed your hands and left.
You didn’t often interact with anybody, you didn’t interact with the anybody else at school aside from him when you had to, and your grades weren’t the best.
You were trying, but he could tell you just weren’t interested and he didn’t know how else to get you interested in school, in your grades, in making friends.
Even on the trip the following week you just kept to yourself, sitting on a rock while Mr Hyatt explained something to do with science.
You had a small notebook in your lap, and you were sketching, and that’s what caught Mr Evershed’s eye.
He was telling off two students for messing around by the rocks, and he noticed you sitting there, occasionally looking up, then back to the paper, pulling different coloured pencils from your pocket when you needed them.
He walked over, standing next to the rock you were sat on, glancing down at the work you were doing, and he studied it for a moment.
You were proficient in art clearly, it was almost lifelike, a beautiful yet dark scenery of a forest in the hills, exactly like what you were looking over.
Except instead of students or people, you had just filled the page with trees, even matching the thin layer of fog that came from the upper trees.
“(Y/N)?” He asked quietly.
You looked up at him.
“I know you’re not interested in this, but you need to come stand with the rest of the class, okay? We’re taking a short break soon if you want to go back to your sketch after.” He smiled.
You let out a small sigh, putting the pencil back in your pocket, along with the notebook and you stood up, trailing after him.
They began to walk along the trail, talking about photosynthesis, how clouds were made or something similar you weren’t listening.
You were paying attention to the trees instead, and you watched as the class passed over a quiet road and you stopped.
“Ew look!” A girl yelled.
A bunch of students came running over to see what she was pointing at.
“I bet someone ran over a deer.” One of the boys said.
“Right yes it’s a bit of dried blood, let’s not focus on that.” Mr Hyatt said.
“Look! I bet somebody died here!”
They began pointing to the dented barrier at the side of the road, and yelling among themselves.
You stared at the road, and you slowly walked forward, looking at where the barrier had obviously been replaced.
“Let’s go! Let’s go! We’ve all had a look now!” Mr Evershed called.
You looked past the barrier and you carefully climbed over it, walking down the hill, and you knelt down, rummaging through the leaves.
“What’re they doing sir?”
Mr Evershed turned around, looking to where a few students were looking.
“(Y/N) we need to go, come back up!” Mr Hyatt called.
Mr Evershed walked over, and he looked at you digging through the leaves as if you were looking for something.
He climbed over the barrier and made his way down, crouching next to you.
“We need to go, I need you to come with me.”
You shook your head, still digging through the leaves.
“(Y/N)…” he whispered.
You sniffled a little bit, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your hoodie.
You reached into your hoodie, pulling a chain from around your neck, and you took it off, holding it out to him.
He took it, looking at the single golden band that was on there.
He looked up to the other teacher who was waiting.
“We’ll meet you at the next stop!” He called up.
Mr Hyatt nodded, gathering all the students to carry on with the walk, and Mr Evershed looked to you.
Your fingers were bloodied from digging at the ground, and he reached out, stopping you from digging anymore.
“(Y/N), stop, please. You’re hurting yourself.”
You shook your head and tried to carry on.
“I know it’s hard, and I’m sorry we brought you here, I didn’t know this was where the accident happened.”
You wiped some tears from your face, getting a little bit of dirt on it.
“It’s going to be okay… you’re going to be okay..” he whispered.
You didn’t seem to be listened to him, you just turned to a different spot to begin you search there.
You got up, moving to another tree and he followed you, trying to get you to stop, trying to get you to go back up to the road, but you wouldn’t.
So, he sighed, brushing some of the leaves aside to help you.
If he couldn’t encourage you to stop, he could at least try make the search quicker, he didn’t know exactly what it was he was looking for, but he assumed it was properly the missing matching ring.
You stopped, finally pulling something out of the dirt, and you wiped the mud away with your hoodie, looking on the inside of the ring.
Holding your hand out, you took your chain from him, putting the ring on it and you sat down with your back against the tree.
You just had tears running from your eyes as you clutched the two rings tightly.
Mr Evershed crouched down in front of you.
“I know it might not be the same, but I know your parents would be really proud of you (Y/N), I’m really proud of you as well.” He whispered.
You glanced at him, and you looked away.
Mr Evershed sat next to you, watching as the mist rolled in from the hill above.
“I wish I died that day too…” you whispered.
He turned to you in shock, not only at you speaking to him, but at the comment you made.
“You can’t think like that (Y/N).”
“It’s true… I don’t have anything left…”
You stood up, wiping the dirt from your trousers and he did the same thing, following you back up the hill.
“You have so much left, I know it may not seem like it but you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Your whole life to live however you want to, to tell your parents story, to keep their memory alive with you.”
You stopped by the trail, and you turned around to look at him, tears falling down your face.
“I don’t want to keep their memory! I don’t want to tell their story! I want my mum and dad! But they’re dead! I can’t have them!” You yelled.
You took a deep breath.
“I didn’t want to watch my dad bleed out calling me and my mums names but I did! I didn’t want to feel all the pain I felt because I had something stuck in my side but I did!”
Tears streamed down your face.
“I never asked for any of this!”
Let out a loud yell, and you crouched down, burying your head into your arms.
Mr Evershed walked over, kneeling in front of you as he placed his hand on your back.
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye..” you whispered.
“I know you didn’t….” He whispered.
Something inside of you had just snapped, for months you refused to acknowledge the accident had even happened, you lived in your own head dreaming a make believe world where everything was fine.
That one day your parents were going to come home.
And now it finally hit you they were really gone, and they weren’t ever going to come home.
You sat on your knees, looking at Mr Evershed.
“I didn’t want them to go…” you sobbed.
“Come here…”
He held his arms out and you hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder, and he had a few tears of his own in his eyes.
You kept repeating how much you loved them, and how you didn’t ask for them to leave.
“I know… I know (Y/N)…” he whispered.
Finally the world you had hidden behind had broken, and you were in reality where you had to see that you were alone now.
You had no family anymore, it was just you and Mr Evershed who was responsible for taking care of you now and that was it.
“You’re going to be okay… one day you’ll be okay..” he whispered
Hiii darling!! Is it possible to request a Martin Evershed x Daughter!reader in which the reader really struggles with Anxiety/social anxiety? If not if your uncomfortable writing this that's absolutely fine! Thank you for taking your time to read this askk - big love you ❤️ - Anon 💜
Generally your dad dropped you off at school when he was leaving. It didn’t make much sense for you to go earlier since he was heading there anyways.
But there were days when he would find you had already left for school, and he knew they were bad days.
The days when your anxiety was so bad you wanted to walk and clear your head, try to calm yourself down before you had to head to lessons.
He was expecting you to turn up, but when he got an email saying you hadn’t made it into your first lesson he began to worry and pulled out his phone to message you.
Mr Evershed knew texting was easier for you, especially on a bad day, and he would never call you unless it was an emergency or you hadn’t replied within so long.
So went he messaged you he set his unlocked phone down on the table and waited for your reply.
You looked at the message from your dad.
Dad: are you in the school?
You debated lying to him, but you had a good relationship with him and you didn’t want to ruin it.
Sighing, you replied to him.
You: no, I’m not. I’m not feeling well I’m going back home.
You weren’t lying, because after sitting in the cool morning air, you didn’t want to be outside anymore and were walking back to the house.
You were around the corner when your phone chimed again.
Dad: is everything alright?
You: I’m just not feeling well.
Your dad sighed as he read your message.
He wanted to go home and check on you, but he couldn’t just leave work, so he decided to message you every now and then.
You texted him when you were home, so he knew if you weren’t responding to him now you had gone to your quiet corner.
And that’s where he found you when he got in.
Sitting in your quiet corner, soft music playing through the room as you sat in the corner of the room surrounded by blankets and some papers.
Walking over, he sat down next to you, covering his legs with a blanket.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked quietly.
You shook your head.
“Is it just a bad day?”
You paused for a second before you nodded.
Mr Evershed nodded back at you.
“Do you want me to make your favourite hot chocolate?”
You nodded again and he smiled.
Getting up, he went and made two hot chocolate’s and brought them in, sitting down with his, he set yours next to you.
He knew when your anxiety was bad you found it hard to communicate. Closed questions you could respond with a nod or a shake of your head were easier, but sometimes you struggled with them as well.
And he understood that. He respected that.
Sometimes it wasn’t easy to go outside, sometimes it wasn’t easy to do every day things, and sometimes you struggled with the worries of everything washing over you.
So he would sit there with you for as long as you needed just so you were reassured that you weren’t alone.
You rested your head on his arm, and he looked at you.
“You’re alright, come here…”
He gently hugged you, and you hugged him back tightly, trying to hide yourself away.
“You’re okay..”
Some days you didn’t want to be around anybody, including him.
And others, just like today, you needed your dad to hug you and remind you that everything was going to be okay
Hi. Can you please do prompt #42 (from the new set) with Mr. Evershed? Somewhere along the lines of that he spots the tattoo on one of his students. - Anon 💜
42: “Nice tattoo.” “Thanks.” “What’s it mean?” “No idea.”
Sitting on the wall, you flicked to the next page of your book, taking a sip from your water bottle and you set it back down.
It was quiet in this part of the school during lunch, and since you weren’t a big fan of other people, you enjoyed sitting here instead.
It’s probably why you were easy to find, because when the door nearby opened you looked up from your book and you gave a small smile.
“Good afternoon Mr Evershed.” You greeted.
“How’re you today?” He asked.
Putting your bookmark into the book, you closed the book and set it aside.
“I’m good, what brings you out here?”
Mr Evershed sat on the bench and gestured for you to go over to him so you did. Gathering your things you made your way to the bench and sat down.
He held out a bit of paper to you which you took and quickly read over.
“Basketball competition?”
“I know our school focuses a lot on football and rugby, but you seem to enjoy basketball the most, I thought maybe you would be interested in playing on a team outside of school.” He smiled.
You nodded your head, folding the paper and you put it into your bag.
“Thank you sir, I’ll take a look later.”
He smiled at you, gesturing to your book.
“And what are we reading today?”
“A collection of French poetry from the 19th century.”
“French? I didn’t know you could speak French.”
“Oh I can’t, I can read it. I can understand if someone talked to me in French but I actually can’t speak the language, I’m not very good with the pronunciation.”
“Ah, right. Well, it certainly makes a difference. Would you say it’s a good read?”
“Absolutely, it’s good. Very different to other poetry I’ve read. Though there are still some works that nothing can beat, a few works by Shakespeare for example.”
He chuckled a little bit, nodding his head in understanding.
You took another book out of your bag and held it out to him.
“Maybe you would be interested in this, it’s a series of letters from world wars one and two that have been compiled into a book.”
He took the book from you.
“Thank you, I’ll be sure to give it a read and have it back to you at the end of the week.”
You always gave him something to read, mostly old books, you never read modern literature, telling him it didn’t have the same effect as old literature did.
And since he was an English teacher you thought he would have interest in looking them over, which he did.
He liked to encourage people to keep their hobbies, to peruse them if it was something safe and of course not against the law.
He’d made that mistake once and it resulted in graffiti all over the school.
But you weren’t a trouble maker, you kept to yourself, you work in your classes, you had good grades, passing grades at least.
The bell rang and you picked up your stuff, giving him a small smile.
“See you later sir.”
“Have a good afternoon, and remember it’s non uniform day tomorrow!” He called.
You nodded, making your way inside.
The next day you went into school, it was some sort of festival going on.
You weren’t really paying attention when it was being explained, all you knew was that you didn’t need to wear uniform, and there was activities inside and outside.
But you weren’t interested in any of them, you thought it was just a waste of your time, so you made your way into an empty classroom, sitting on the windowsill as you read.
You head your headphones on, listening to music, blocking out the noises of everything and the people all around yelling and shouting.
Because you were listening to your music, you weren’t aware of the door to the classroom opening and closing.
The moment Mr Evershed walked in he stopped, looking over at you.
“(Y/N)? Why aren’t you outside with everybody else?”
He waited for a reply, and when he didn’t get one he began to make his way over.
As he got closer, he noticed the colour on your arm, but he realised that wasn’t it.
He reached out, tapping your shoulder with the papers he was holding and you turned to look at him.
Setting your book down you pulled your headphones down.
“Hello sir.”
“Hello to you too. What brings you here?”
“I don’t want to partake in the festivities, they aren’t really my thing. People and loud places.”
He hummed a little bit.
“Right, sorry. I forgot. How are you? Are you alright in here?”
You nodded your head.
“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet so it’s not so bad over this way. Plus I’ve got my music and book to keep me company.”
“Good, I’m glad. Do you mind if I sit with you while I grade some papers.”
You gestured to the classroom.
“Go ahead.”
He sat at one of the tables and you jumped down to join him, sitting down with your book as you carried on reading.
Mr Evershed used this as a chance to look at your upper arm again to confirm his suspicions.
“Nice tattoo.” He said.
You looked up, grinning a little.
“Thanks.”
“What’s it mean?”
You gave a shrug.
“No idea.”
This made him chuckle.
“How long have you had it for? And I’m rather sure that it’s illegal for you to have a tattoo.”
“You would be right on that, it is. But, I can get one with a parents approval from certain places, it was my birthday gift last year from my dad.”
“I see, do you mind if I take a look?”
You shook your head, pulling your sleeve up so he could see the whole design.
It was of a tree, he wasn’t sure what kind of tree it was, maybe a willow tree or something similar, but where it should be green it was covered in all sorts of colours, all in a watercolour style.
“It’s really nice. Out of all the students here you’d be the last one I’d suspect if a tattoo.”
You laughed a little, pulling your sleeve back down.
“I’m careful to hide it, it draws too much attention.”
“Well, as long as you keep it hidden I can’t see any wrong with that.”
“Thanks sir.”
He nodded, turning back to his paperwork and you went back to reading.
You were just a bundle of surprises, and even now there was still a lot that nobody knew about you
Hi, how are you? 🫶 I have a request for an EvershedxStudent Reader story. R has lived in the orphanage their whole life. It's anything but great there. However, at school R claims everything is fine. But Mr. Evershed finds out during the school year that R is not feeling well. Prompt List 21: No matter what happens I am here... Maybe you want to write it. Thanks and have a great day. 🥰 - Anon💜
21: No matter what happens I am here...
Sitting on the steps inside the school, you were reading one of the worksheets you had to complete for the following day, tapping your pan against the step.
“School finished half an hour ago (Y/N).”
Glancing up, you smiled a little bit.
“I know sir, I’m just doing some homework.”
“We have a library you can sit in, but unfortunately if you’re not here for an after school club or detention I do have to ask you to leave.” Mr Evershed said.
“Sorry, can I have just a few more minutes so I can finish this?”
He smiled, nodding his head as he sat on the step next to you, watching as you worked.
“You always sit here after school don’t you?” He asked.
“For about an hour so I can do some work yeah.”
“Is there a reason? Is everything alright outside of school?”
He knew of your circumstances, and a lot of the teachers closely monitored you, from your work, to your overall health and appearance to make sure you were okay.
And aside from the fact he wasn’t sure he had ever seen you eat in school before, he was aware that you seemed to take a lot of days off sick.
“Yes sir, it’s just easier to work here so if I need help I can find someone to help me.”
He nodded his head, holding his hand out so you could hand him the work.
“I understand that, if you want we can arrange something for you in the library, so you don’t have to sit in the stairs.”
“No thank you it’s okay, I don’t mind it really, plus when I’m done I can leave straight away.”
“You mean you run off before we notice?”
You laughed sheepishly, nodding your head as you took the paper back from him, stuffing it into your bag.
“That’s all correct, go on now, get out off here, go have fun or whatever it is you lot do after school.”
“See you later sir!”
With that you ran away, and he sighed a little to himself.
He’d noticed the few small holes in your jumper, and the fact that your shoes seemed to be barely hanging in there.
The next day you came in, and you sat on the same step before lessons to go through some of your papers, your stomach rumbling a little.
Mr Evershed walked over, sitting next to you, and he held a cup out for you to take which you did with furrowed brows.
“Do you like hot Chocolate?” He asked.
He picked his own cup up from the steps and held it in his hands.
“I do, but I like milk in it because I can drink it so much faster.”
He chuckled.
“Come on then. But don’t tell anybody.”
You got up and followed him to the staff room, and he handed you the bottle of milk so you could put some into your hot chocolate.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” He asked.
“No sir.”
“Do you have any warmer jumpers or jackets you can wear during winter?”
You glanced at him before putting the milk back in the fridge.
Walking over to your cup you picked it up and sat on the floor.
“I do, but one of the younger lot like wearing them because it reminds them they’re not alone, so I let them have mine.”
“So what do you wear in winter?”
“Just my school jumper.”
He sighed a little bit.
“Alright, is there anyone to drop you off and pick you up?”
You shook your head.
“Alright.”
Mr Evershed carried on asking you questions, trying to understand what your situation outside of school was like.
You answered him, but your answers just seemed so strange to him, and when you replied you made it sound like it was totally normal or that it was okay.
Then he began to notice a decline in your attendance and grades again, and he grew worried.
When you were next in, he spend some time trying to find your timetable and found out what lesson you were supposed to be in.
Knocking on the door, he glanced around before turning to your teacher.
“Can I borrow (Y/N)?”
“Of course.”
He looked at you and you gathered your things, making your way over so you could silently follow him to his office.
He got you to sit down and looked at you.
“You’re not in trouble, i just need to know what’s going on with you (Y/N) I’m worried about you.”
You sighed a little, giving a small shrug.
“I’m just not feeling great…”
“Can you explain why?”
You gave him a brief explanation to him, explaining how you just didn’t feel well, and no matter what you did the feeling wouldn’t go away.
You told him about the lack of sleep, and how you had to spend most of your nights looking after some of the younger children at the orphanage.
“Plus my shoes are broke so I have to wear these ones that are too small…”
“Why didn’t you tell us any of this?”
“Nothing you can do…”
Mr Evershed sighed.
“There is, we can offer you help.”
You looked at him.
“We can help you, get you new clothes and shoes if you need it, we can also get you free school meals.”
“It’s okay, that sounds like a lot of work.”
“I’m more than happy to sort it all, okay? You’re not alone, and if you ever need any help all you need to do is ask.”
“Thank you…”
He smiled at you, reaching down he pulled up a bag and handed it to you.
“No matter what happens I am here...” he said softly.
You took the bag and found new shoes and a jacket in there, and you gave him a sad smile as you took it, holding it closely
Mr Evershed x student!reader - not just mindless anger
Heyyy! Is it possible to request a Mr Evershed x student!reader where the reader has really bad anger issues and Evershed is the only person who can sort of figure out why? Thanksssss - Anon💜
Sitting on the chairs outside reception, you balled you hands into fists, jaw clenched as you listened to the two teachers speak.
“You both know we don’t tolerate any kind of violence here.” Mrs Carter said.
“But they started it miss, they hit me!” The other student huffed.
“It doesn’t matter who started it, you shouldn’t have raised your hands back.” Mr Evershed said.
You glared harshly at the floor.
“We have seen the footage, and we know it was some sort of verbal debate gone wrong, and we will be reprimanding (Y/N) for their behaviour, but you will also spend the rest of the day in isolation.”
The other student tried to argue, but soon realised it wasn’t going to change anything and stormed away to isolation.
“We will be calling somebody to come pick you up and you will be suspended for the rest of the week.” Mrs Carter said sternly.
You said nothing as she walked away.
Mr Evershed leant back against the reception desk, setting the radio down.
“Do you want to explain your side of the story? You haven’t said a word this entire time.”
You said nothing.
“(Y/N) this is serious you hit another student. You’re going to be suspended and eventually expelled for this.”
“Because it’s my fault right? Because you’re all just going to believe what one student has to say because I have a reputation?” You snapped.
You glared at Mr Evershed and stood up.
“Because it’s always my fault right?! I’m always going to be the one to blame!”
“Calm down.” He warned.
“Scared I’ll hit you too?” You mocked.
You clenched your fists, and you stared at him.
“I’m not saying this is your fault, but I am saying what I saw, and I saw you hit another student in the face multiple times. Not only that but you broke a door as well as destroyed numerous books.”
“Why the fuck would I waste my time destroying your books?!”
“Watch your language. You were the last person in that classroom and everything was fine when you teacher left.”
“I didn’t fucking do it!”
Turning around, you slammed your fist into the wall with a yell, cracking the wall, splitting your knuckles at the same time.
“Fuck all of you!”
With that you stormed out, throwing the door open as hard as you could, making it bounce back and slam closed with a loud bang.
You jumped over the fence and began to wonder, trying to do anything to calm yourself down.
Mr Evershed sighed, looking at the minor damage you had done to the wall.
You lashed out a few times over the past few months, but he had noticed as time went on you seemed to be lashing out in anger more and more.
He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but everybody he spoke to said the same things, you were just problematic.
You of course stayed away from the school for the duration of the rest of the week, but you didn’t seemed bothered about coming in for your meeting, or the following week.
It wasn’t until nearly two weeks later did you show back up at school, late.
“Well it’s good to see you, can we have a chat?” Mr Evershed asked.
“No.”
You walked away, but you never went to your lessons.
He did want to try and reach out to you, offer you some sort of support and try to figure out what was going on, but you wouldn’t let him.
You kept everybody away, and the anger got worse and worse until eventually you just stopped turning up to school.
He tried to reach out, but was met with no response.
So he did the next thing he could, which was go around to the spots the school had often been informed that you were hanging out at.
And he finally found you in a quiet cafe, head in your arms as a staff member sat opposite you.
“You know running away from your problems won’t solve them.” She said.
“Maybe not, but makes it easier.”
“But getting angry at everything? You can’t keep going on like that, there’s people who want to help you if you just let them. Not everything has to be all or nothing.”
You sighed, sitting up.
Your eyes drifted to the door and Mr Evershed smiled, walking over to you.
“Are you ready to talk now?” He asked.
The woman smiled at you, stepping aside and he sat down.
“You’ve been gone a while, I was worried something had happened to you.”
“Clearly I fine, you can leave now.”
“Hey, be nice.” The woman whispered.
You grumbled a little, slouching down in your chair as you took a sip from your milkshake.
“Are you ready to come back into school?”
You said nothing, instead you pulled your phone out and began to scroll through it.
“I’m trying to help you (Y/N), I really am, but I can’t help you if you’re not willing to work with me and help me help you.”
You stayed quiet.
“I know you’re not an aggressive person, and that you wouldn’t hurt anybody just for the sake of hurting somebody.”
“What do you know? It’s you’re job to teach so shut up.”
“Maybe it is my job to teach, but it’s also part of my job to help and support my students.”
You glanced up from your phone, then went back to looking at it.
“Alright, well how is your hand doing? Did you get it looked at?”
“No, but it doesn’t hurt anymore so.”
You showed him a dodgy looking bandage and he shook his head.
“That won’t help at all, come on, we’ll go get you looked at.”
“No.” You snapped.
He raised his hands.
“How about we book you a doctors appointment instead?”
You slammed your hand into the table.
“I said no!”
“Calm down.” He said softly.
You dropped yourself back into your chair and picked your phone up again.
He was getting to the bottom of your anger issues slowly, he could tell that you didn’t like hospitals or doctors.
“Let me see your hand.”
“Why?”
“So I can fix that bandage up properly.”
You held out your hand so he could unbandage it and look at the dark bruising on your knuckles.
“This looks new.”
You shrugged a bit.
“Punched a wall at my therapists office.”
“Any reason why?”
“Cause he’s an asshole.”
He sighed.
“You can’t go around swearing at people and hitting everything. You were doing so well.”
He tied the bandage together and you took your hand back, looking at him.
“I’ve been getting reports from your therapist and doctors saying you haven’t been taking your medication to manage your emotions.”
“What’s the point in taking them? They make everything feel so numb and pointless…”
Mr Evershed nodded his head.
“Can you explain it to me?”
You began to explain everything to him, about the medication and how it made the world so dull and boring for you.
He carefully listened to what you were saying.
“Does anything trigger the anger?”
“Sometimes it just gets bad again, sometimes my therapist pisses me, sometimes it’s something someone does. I don’t know.”
“What was it this time?”
You glanced at him and said nothing.
“(Y/N)?”
“It was just getting bad again..”
He nodded.
“Well, how about you come back to school, and we’ll see what we can do for you.”
“What’s the point?”
“The point is you still need an education, and i need somebody to join the rugby team.”
“You seriously think that’s smart?”
He smiled.
“Of course I do, it’ll be a good way to get your anger out. It’s that or boxing.”
You thought for a moment.
“Boxing.”
“Come on then.”
He got up, heading to the door and you grabbed your milkshake so you could follow him.
Mr Evershed was slowly getting to understand you, and he was going to figure out how to help you because he had a feeling there was much more to you than just mindless anger
Prompt number 20 with mr Evershed x student reader? :) - Anon💜
20: “I can’t read, you know that right?” “You can read, stop lying and help.”
Sitting in the music room, you had your feet kicked up on the chair in front of you, guitar in your hands as you sat playing the tune you had been practicing for a while now.
You had been kicked out of your class, you were supposed to be in resolve, but you had no interest in going to do that.
After all, why would you? The music room was always unlocked first thing in the day anyways, so why not make use of the instruments other students weren’t?
Standing up you walked around your room, a little grin on your face as you emerged yourself into your own world.
The door was opened and you turned around, grinning even more.
“Morning sir.”
“Good morning (Y/N), you were supposed to report to resolve.”
You shrugged a little bit, setting the guitar against the wall.
“It’s a waste of time in there.”
“Then maybe we should reconsider swearing at our teachers.”
You grinned a little bit at him, sitting down on the chair again, kicking your feet up on the chair you had them up on to begin with.
Mr Evershed sighed, propping the door open and made his way over.
“Feet down, let’s go.”
“Nope.”
“This isn’t a debate (Y/N), half the language you used in that argument I can’t even repeat, I don’t even now what some of it means but the point still stands.”
You shrugged a little bit.
“It’s still pointless, you’re going to make me do work I already know how to do.”
“Unfortunately this isn’t up for debate (Y/N), please come with me to resolve.”
You just crossed your arms, looking at him.
You were challenging him, daring him to try and do something to get you to move.
“What if I can promise you that it doesn’t involve doing work you already know how to do?”
You sat up a little bit.
“Depends on what it is.”
“Well, I’ve got a presentation to go through, and since you enjoy being so honest with everybody I thought you could help.”
You grinned from ear to ear.
“I can’t read, you know that right?”
Mr Evershed chuckled a little bit, shaking his head at you as he picked up your bag, swinging it over his shoulder.
“You can read, stop lying and help.”
You laughed a little, getting up to follow him out of the music room.
“What’s it about? Is it a lot of reading because nobody likes that.”
“It’s about Shakespeare, and it’s not a lot of reading you’re just dramatic.”
“Sir you can’t say that it’s not nice.”
He opened the door for you, letting you walk in and sit at one of the tables.
Mr Evershed sat next to you, setting your bag on the ground and he pulled his laptop out of his own bag, setting it on the table so he could set everything up.
“I can, and since you missed the last lesson for English, you can read through the presentation, because this stuff will be on your exam.”
“Come on sir, I know this already.”
“I know, but just humour me please?”
You let out a groan of annoyance, and you titled the laptop towards you, scanning over the first slide.
“That’s wrong.”
“What is?”
“About the characters and symbolism and all that. It’s wrong.”
Mr Evershed smiled a little bit, gesturing to the laptop.
“Go on then, show me.”
You changed the slide, and then you moved to the next one, seeing that it was wrong as well.
You turned to the teacher.
“It’s all wrong isn’t it?”
He chuckled a little bit, setting some paperwork on the table as he began to go through it.
“I know you (Y/N), I know you don’t like to leave things unfinished, or leaving things done wrong when you know the right answer.”
“Touché.”
You took the laptop so you could carry on correcting the work, occasionally going into google so you could do some research.
You were invested in learning, maybe not so much the things you should be learning about, but you were fascinated by facts and history.
Mr Everhsed glanced up half and hour later, and he leant over.
“I don’t think the evolution of birds is going to help.”
“Well I was researching, then I saw something about Darwin, and I had a thought about if it was him who said something about finches and they’re birds and now we’re here.”
He chuckled a little bit.
“Okay, well you can tell me about the evolution of birds after your homework.”
“Ugh fine.”
“Thank you (Y/N).”
You went back to the presentation and paused.
“Homework?”
“Yes, homework. Did you really forget that it’s your own homework?”
“This is mine?”
“Well, not exactly. I know you got somebody else to do it for you. So, now you’re rewriting it.”
You turned to him.
“Lying in a sin.”
“Well, I guess both of us are in trouble then.”
You hummed, nodding your head in agreement before going back to fixing the homework you were supposed to have done last week.
Mr Evershed smiled, turning his attention back to his paperwork.
Not even ten minutes later you were back to researching something else completely unrelated and he pretended not to notice to give you a little more time to do something you enjoyed
