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shakirawastaken · 1 year

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dsmp if...they were teachers part 2

ANON I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED UR REQUEST IM SO SORRY IM GONNA CRY BUT here it is :D with techno too :) please people send in some requests for meee check out part 1 here!

techno: english (with 1 mythology class for seniors): - hates his english classes wishes he could just teach mythology - would make all the students do a little project on a greek mythology story - rivalry with mr soot - “ill give u each 10 dollars if u go to mr soots class tmrw talkin about how im a better teacher” - supports each and every kid no matter WHAT even if its not english related - holds detention in his room cause no one wants to fuck with him - like dream he doesnt anyone to get fucked over his english class so he hosts after school office hours like its college - has read all the classic novels and makes his classes read them. he wont move to something else unless some kid IS REALLY passionate about it - “ranboo we will not be reading the diary of a wimpy kid series even if you resonate with greg heffley on an emotional level” - BUT for his english classes he makes them do a general book report project so he can see and appreciate his student’s taste in books - albeit not the biggest fan of romance novels but knows it ends with us for some reason - brings all the projects home and keeps them in a big storage bin. he loves showing them off to future classes and even you - light. acadmeia. dresses formal, long sleeves, hair tamed, glasses on the bridge of his nose - “tommy please stop swearing. tubbo calm down?” - hold detention with him cause no one fucks with mr blade

phil: principal - best principal ever - has a great relationship with all the staff tbh - wilbur and techno and tommy arent his sons wdym - no ones rlly scared of getting sent to the principals cause like yk theyre like “oh phil??? hes nice” - everyone calls him phil - ok i lied everyone BUT tommy isnt scared of going to phils - “I DONT WANT TO GO TO PHILS” “tommy calm down-” - hates the school board, lets the teachers teach what they believe is best for the students - can deal with the consequences - once wilbur got him to play a role in on of the school’s productions - big year for the dsmp high thespians tbh - is married to the guidance counselor kristin - who by the way is a GOOD COUNSELOR - actually does guidance - phils whole office is green - always wears his bucket hat tbh - besties with the other school’s principals

foolish: architecture/woodworking - i think this one was another “duhhh” one - builder man teaches builder children - starts the year with teaching them the basics of everything and then sort of lets them go wild - is so scared some kid is gonna get hurt - has goggles in every corner of his room, gloves, whatever safety stuff - loves it when kids work together to make some big project - IN YOUR GUYS’ HOME YOU HAVE A SHELF full of little sharks all the kids made for him its so cute - he makes stuff for you in class and uses it as an excuse to teach - wears muscle t-s or normal t-shirts never dresses formal - “it would get in the way of the wood?? duh” - id want to be in his class - is besties with mr jacobs and mr punz the random coach who shows up just to coach basketball in the winter - another teacher everyone simps over - once refused to teach tommy cause he didnt want to “catch a case”

i kinda want to write for the bench trio so here’s STUDENT EDITION

tommy: junior in high school, ta to mr wastakens math class - tommy signed up to TA for wilbur but then wilbur said “absolutely not” so he got put into dream’s introduction to stats class - but he also has dream for the period after that for his ap stats class - so hes stuck there for like 2 and a half hours - dream groaned when he saw who his TA was - makes tommy grade papers and stuff but never tests - he doesnt trust him with that - tommy is a good kid and usually doesnt disrupt class but when he does its hilarious - expect mr blade doesnt give a second shit about tommy in his class - tommy is rlly good at drama and math (even though hed never admit hes good at math) - his locker is a mess - besties with tubs and ranboo ofc - phil is his father dont tell anyone - he is so adamant on walking home bc he doesnt want people to know that his family works there - always has his red jacket on - never gets school lunches says they are cursed

tubbo: junior in high school, ta for mr quackity’s spanish class - tubbo likes quackity so he signed up to ta for his class - he isnt good at spanish tho- - quackity knows that but likes tubbo so he lets him be - sapnap ADORES tubbo for some reason - “TOBY!!! WHATS UP!” “hi mr sapnap” - sapnap thinks tubbo is such a good kid - but - mr notfound knows tubbo is a menace - “good morning toby” “good morning mr notfound *innocent*” “sit down and get started please” - SO FUNNY LMAO - tubbo is a menace - pulls a bunch of pranks on the teachers but then the blame always ends on tommy somehow “wHAT- TUBBO DID IT” “no he didnt” - besties with tommy and ranboo ofc - tubbo is rlly good at science but isnt so hot at english - but mr blade is rlly nice and takes him time to help tubbo - tubbo appreciates it so he gets mr blade a gift at christmas - mr blade teared up - runs thru the hall dragging tom and ranboo behind him no regrets - “STOP RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS” “no” ranboo: junior in high school, ta for mr blades mythology class - lOVES ta-ing for mr blades class - mr blade kinda lets him chill in the back, stapling papers - no interaction whatsoever - he also now cant wait to take that class next year - mr blade refers to him as my protege a lot - i hope i used that word right - besties with tommy and tubbo - all the teachers are nice to ranboo and kinda sorry that hes friends with tommy and tubbo LMFAO - “hi ranboo u doing ok” “yes thank u mr jacobs” “RANBOO! LETS GO! PUDDING DAY IN THE CAFETERIA” “thats my cue mr jacobs” - ranboo usually doesnt get into trouble when he does oh boy its good - not pranks on teachers but school wide pranks - is shy but when someone picks on tommy and tubbo he GOES OFF - attacks them through words - when he gets comfortable in a class he lets out these small comments that get the whole room laughing - so not the class clown but people know hes funny and people respects him

#technoblade x reader #philza minecraft x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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glossgwen · 1 year

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oh how i hate big parties

dreamwastaken x fem!reader

a/n: this is actually a portion of my novel but i made it into 2nd pov since i wanted to share the plot line and stuff ,, so hello to chapter 4: the gala but with dream

The Committee

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W

Washington, DC 20500

Mr. and Mrs. WasTaken

58931 Embassu Drive

Elkon, MD 21921

“Dream, what the fuck is this?” You were quick to shove the letter in his face, ignoring his silent protests.

“Why am I supposed to know? Just because it’s from the Committee doesn’t mean I know everything about it.”

“Oh, that's not my issue. It is to the WasTakens. Mr. and Mrs. WasTaken. Dream, you do remember we don’t share that name, correct?” Your tone was venomous, matching the look in your eye.

“Do you not want to be Mrs. WasTaken? Why don’t you actually open the letter, pretty girl,” He spoke softly. His hands grazed your hip, squeezing lightly. “Just remember, you are mine.”

“I really doubt that, especially from a man like you. I find absolutely no sort of interest in ‘being yours’. I’d consider you a narcissist, but you know,” you spoke, words dripping with a venomous tone. Fingers gripped the letter, fingertips turning a bright shade of white. Your eyes scanned the countertop, finally finding the knife.

Seconds passed, knife in hand. Your hands trembled, not knowing what she was supposed to expect from the letter. Opening the letter, you discovered a sheet of paper with text in gold, almost as if it were done by hand, letters frilly and beautiful.

August 14, 20XX

To whom this may concern,

You are invited to the Committee’s Gala of the century. You are expected to attend, as your spot at the Committee's top may falter without attendance. You are some of our finest members. Guests will come thousands of miles to finally meet you.

The dress code is black-tie, so make sure you come dressed in the proper attire. The address is on the RSVP sheet, please call or email to reserve your seating.

The Committee

“Dream, are you reading this? We actually are required to go? And we’re supposed to go together? Oh my god,” your voice trailed off. “Wait, it’s literally tonight... I’m calling them now, to make sure we have seats. I know I should have the proper attire, but I can get you some as soon as possible.”

You could hear Dream chuckle, how he must have been smirking. Your mind was racing, almost forcing a migraine to form. So many things to do within so little time.

It didn’t take too long for you to rush to find one of your old dresses, though finding Dream a suit with hours' notice was extremely difficult; you ended up finding a black button-up and black dress pants. You almost went together perfectly, complete opposites. Together you both were almost god-like.

Minutes blended into hours as you forced herself to transform almost into another person. Plucking ingrown hairs, washing your hair, re-dying your roots, all so that you could get attention. It was almost like your makeup was formulated for your skin, all of the work that you put in seemed to have perfect results.

“What are we supposed to be again?” You stood in front of the mirror curling your hair. Everything you were doing seemed meticulous, each curl being pinned in place perfectly. Your makeup seemed to be done seamlessly; it made your skin glow in a way. Everything you did made you look perfect.

Dream smiled softly. “I was thinking hopelessly in love. They don’t need to know that we’re partners of a different kind.” He walked up behind you, his hands ghosting over your hips as his lips grazed over your shoulder.

Your face fell once you felt his hands traveling lower, almost grazing your ass. You spun around and grabbed his wrists without a second thought. “Move your hands one more time and I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Do you seriously believe I’m dumb enough to believe the bullshit that spews out of your mouth? Let alone how your body acts,” you scoffed.

You pushed him into the wall as you walked out. You almost glided as you walked over to your bed, to slip into heels. Everything you wore was as if it was made with your body in mind, though they had been modified months earlier. You put in so much work to be entrancing almost with the motive of being a siren who could lure in a sailor.

“I hope your shoes are decent for this event, my love. We need to look put together,” you murmured as you bent over to finish the clasps around your ankles. “And if you come up behind me one more time, we won’t go.” You heard him laugh from across the room. Everything was so overwhelming, even though you had done similar events to the Gala. Maybe it's because you knew you loved him.

Everything was moving so fast, your mind couldn’t even comprehend how your body had made it across the house without remembering it.

“Little lamb, you’re moving quite fast. Are you okay?” His voice was soft, almost concerned in a way. His words were too kind, especially for how gruff he was naturally. “Please, if you aren’t alright I would like to know. At least let me help you, okay?”

Your body almost completely softened under his touch. Even though he had just grabbed your wrist, you still felt at home.

“We should be going, Dream,” you spoke dryly.

“Oh, you’re right. We should be.” You watched as he grabbed the door handle for you, holding the door. Everything was falling into place, even if it truly were just a facade.

You did everything to keep a straight face—pursing your lips, keeping your mind in another world. All because you didn’t want to start believing you both had feelings for one another. You loved him and he was only reciprocating it because he had to. This would be a night she would need to cherish forever.

When they both got into the car, you didn’t expect him to put his hand on your inner thigh as he drove. It drove her crazy, knowing he was physically playing into your fantasies. The false narrative was supposed to be a romance. Your dream of actually having a partner in crime, even if it is only for a while.

Your blood ran cold as he drove; Dream was speeding almost the entire time, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. Your face was almost maroon; his touch made the skin beneath it hot. Everything about this situation was dangerous. The darkness almost enclosed the car, the road lonely.

Time seemed to blur together, minutes turning into hours. You had been staring at him for the past few minutes, ignoring the sideglances Dream had given you. You essentially had heart eyes—big doe eyes full of adoration and desire. Your vision blurred stating so long due to the extensive focus on his features. Like, how his left hand tapped the steering wheel as he drove. Or how he occasionally drove with his knees if he wanted a cigarette. Or how he occasionally gave you a look and smiled.

“You know, I can feel your eyes burning a hole into my body, Y/N.”

Oh. Did he notice? Shit. His words your you shrink back into your seat. It almost drained her confidence and left you a puddle on the floor. “I– Uh. I’m sorry about that, to be honest. The driver's window has a better view,” you lied; it was straight through your teeth. Your skin was almost dusted with pale pink, from her cheeks to the tips of your ears. “I just really like how the sky looks on your side since the moon is on that side.”

“Oh? Are you sure that’s what you’re looking at?”

“Pretty sure, pretty boy. Now, how much longer until we finally arrive? I am so exhausted,” you breathed. Your voice was strained as if you were choking out her words. Your thumb massaged at one of the pressure points– skin between the pointer and thumb. You had to force yourself to look forward, instead of to the boy on your left.

“Only a few more miles, calm down. I’ve been driving 30 over so we would get there faster.” His thumb rubbed your thigh in small circles.

“You know, you don’t need to put up with my crap. Even at an event that's a luxury. I want you to understand you don’t need to act as if you love me. If you can’t fake it well enough do not try at all,” you said, the words burning your tongue.

“Oh, so you want to play that? Fine. Tonight will be a turning point for this ‘relationship’. Let prove that you shouldn’t believe that,” he smirked. You could feel his hand ghosting further and further up your thigh. Just until he was about to... You huffed when he finally took his hand off of your leg.

“You need to stop doing that. You give off mixed signals, especially with what stunt you just pulled.”

“And even if I am? I do not believe that’s what I’m doing. Quite frankly, I just think you have a crush on me,” he said as his smirk turned into a smile.

Your face deepened in color, face matching a bing cherry. You knew this was just to make you flustered and quite frankly it was working. All of his actions made your mind spin causing your judgment to become clouded. You just wanted to worship him. To finally give up the power and fame. To go back to being normal.

Your body jerked back to full consciousness when she felt the car stop. “I honestly didn’t even notice we were...” Your voice trailed off. As you looked out the window, you looked like you were a kid in a candy store. “Wow… This was not the house we had the gala at last year.”

The house looked like it were out of a movie; it was surrounded by lush green hedges–the ones that had to have a special gardener trim them every time they outgrew their shape. The courtyard had a fountain in its center, with bushels of flowers encasing it. The driveway was full of cars that had to be worth millions. The entrance to the house was glass, so all guests could see into the foyer.

You knew it was worth the pain. All for tonight. They would be worshiped. People would know who they both were.

You smiled as you got out of the car. Dream snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. Almost as if this was proof you were his. How you were owned. Galas seemingly always made you cocky, but that's when you did not have a date. Now, you had one and he was one of your own.

“When you walk in there, keep your head up. Drink if you’d like. Make some friendly conversation. Just, be likable. I know you have a really shitty personality, so drink.”

You stopped walking. Instead, you grabbed Dream’s arm to force him to face you. Wrapping you arms around his neck, pulling him forward and knocking the wind out of him.

Your lips met with the side of his neck, teeth meeting with its skin. Finally being able to prove you own him. Finally even.

“Ow- what was that for?”

“Instead of having to be on your arm, it's proof you have a date,” you smirked. It was almost as if you were on the same playing field. Maybe faking love wasn’t going to be so hard.

You were finally able to enjoy the moment. The crisp northeast wind. The smell of freshly mowed lawn. A slight aroma of flowers from the garden. The stars were so clear. It's as if the night was going to be perfect.

“Let’s show these people what they’re missing.”

Fingers intertwined, you both walked up to the foyer while admiring everything in its path. You could feel Dream’s thumb on the back of your hand in small circles: the one sign he cared.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader

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