⭐️ genius ⭐️ || invader zim oneshots

🌈put your head on my shoulder🌈

jealous!tak x reader

a/n: damn im so fucking GAY i love tak so MUCH

tw: sexual h/rrassment , F/F

the snow fell from the clouds outside, covering the ground in a thick layer of fluffy white heaven.

your chin rested on your hand, your eyes pondering around the winter wonderland as your hi-skool teacher who you care not the name of explained the last lesson of the day, or if you're into dad jokes, the year. You smiled against your fingers, your eyes falling down and following up to look at some people. You knew most of them; but yet most of them aren't close enough to be considered friends. However, your eyes met with someone else's.

Tak's.

You felt a pang of anxiety and chills as she looked away quickly, leaving you in a confused and flushed state. You put your hands down on your desk, looking at your unopened notebook. Then, not soon enough, the bell rang, and cheers were heard throughout the school as people exited the school in any way they could.

You stayed in your seat, unbothered by the bell, too caught up in your own thoughts to get up. A large hand set itself on the edge of your desk, startling you enough to where you jumped a bit. It was your teacher, and he had a smug, unsettling grin across his face. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest.

"Mr. Smith," you say timidly. "Is something wrong?"

He chuckles, leaning up against the wall, his ugly christmas tie swaying.

"No. Just wondering why a pretty girl like you is doing after school on christmas break." He spoke smoothly, almost seductively.

You felt sick, dirty. You could have gotten up and left right then and there, but ... you didn't. and you payed for your actions.
He started to get closer, and your legs lifted you up, tears threatening to pour from your eyes and your lip trembled.

"C'mon, y/n. I'll make you feel good." he croaked disgustingly.

"No, No. I-I have to-" you sputtered, voice cracking.

Suddenly, a hand was pushed against the wall next to you, but it wasn't His. Your watery eyes looked up to the culprit, and low and behold your hero: Tak.

Mr. Smith's eyes widened and his mouth went agape, as he backed away slowly, adjusting his tie.

"What were you doing to her?" Tak hissed.

"I- I was-"

"Get out of here before i beat your ass, old man."

He sweated, exiting quickly as your blood levels dropped significantly.

"Thank you," you managed to get out.

She dropped her hand, putting it in her pocket as she lazily looked up to you.

"Whatever. Don't take it personally." She scoffed, her face becoming redder.

You blushed also.

💜🖤🤍💜🖤🤍💜🖤🤍

Over the break, you had gotten Tak's number. You guys hung out, went to the movies, Ice skated, done it all.  And as much as you didn't want to admit it, the butterflies in your stomach that you felt whenever you were near her that struggled to get free each time you hung out.

You invited her to the bench on a hill, christmas eve.

You thought she might decline, since it was basically christmas, but she didn't. There, 9pm at night, sitting in sweatpants, two scarves and a sweater, you waited. A few minutes later, You heard the crunch of snow behind you, She coming up and sitting on the bench beside you as it creaked.

"Evening!" You said cheerfully.

she chuckled nonchalantly, looking over at t he bright city as the snowflakes landed in her hair, making a galaxy of beauty. You were mesmerized, a blushing mess as her round eyes looked over to you, You both making eye contact for a second. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead you felt soft lips pressed against yours. You felt shock, undeniable shock, and yet you kissed back with passion, the butterflies fluttering around the two of you.

You parted; and smiled as you cuddled closer to her. You rested your head on her shoulder, the snow bringing a new day to come.

With her, With Tak.