DISCONTINUED FOR NOW
(school au! yandere! dreamsmp character x fem!reader)
➪IN WHICH it's public school which already says enough, but still, y/n has a charm that attracts friends, enemies, and unknown people into obsession.
♥︎߷♥︎߷♥︎߷♥︎߷♥︎߷♥︎߷♥︎߷...
faces fell, hands began shaking, some people fainted.
wilbur and y/n made eye contact from across the room. wilbur looked relaxed and sure of himself as y/n deadpanned.
"uh Ms. H? may i talk to you for a second?" karl mumbled shyly as he raised his hand.
her smile grew as she glanced at the boy who played with his sweater sleeves.
"fake bitch..." y/n mumbled as he walked by.
"have fun explaining no homework to her."
"5 bucks."
"deal."
and he walked up to her and pulled her aside.
"jan- can i call you jan? okay jan. i'm so sorry but i don't remember having homework..."
"i'm sure i gave it on chapter 7-"
"chapter 7?! i thought we were on chapter 5?!"
"oh! lemme check my notes..."
she didn't notice how all her sticky notes and lesson papers were thrown in the trash next to her desk.
"oh. i must be losing it."
"oh jan, it's okay! you tried. we all lose it sometimes. you just need...something to jog your memory, yeah?" he smiled and winked, walking back to his seat.
as his back was turned to her when he stuck out his tongue with smile, doing a bro shake with quackity before sitting back in his seat.
gaslight? sure, but definitely not a girlboss moment. mansplain more like it.
"where's my money sweetheart?" karl whispered in y/n's ear as he leaned forward from behind her
"i feel as if i'm paying a whore. oh wait! i am."
y/n slapped the green bill in his palm as he chuckled and leaned back.
"turn to chapter 5 in your books and start problems 1-56. anything not done in class is homework."
"mm Ms.H, you should write that down so you don't forget." karl mused as she turned sheepish, swiveling towards her desk to write it down.
oh but poor Ms. H. quackity would already be throwing that away as he walked out the door. making another way for karl to save everyone tomorrow
...
y/n almost broke the coffee table they sat beside on the floor by punching it. their homework sheets spread out on the tacky table.
"what's wrong?" wilbur said as he laid on the opposite end. he was blowing paper in the air to distract himself. not even bothering on his homework.
"i'm only on problem 37."
"use photomath."
"it's making me buy the premium version for these problems."
"okay, i'm sure we can pay some kid that looked up the answers online."
"they're all little trashy trailer park kids. we'd have to pay them in marijuana."
wilbur laughed and y/n shook their head with a smile. the man laying down stood up and yanked y/n up when he walked over.
"let's go get a slurpee."
"at 3 am?"
"we're already up. might as well."
"okay okay. tommy! wake up the others!"
the boy grumbled and got up from the kitchen chair he curled over in. his english homework beating him like a tornado.
"wake up idiots."
after a few pots and pans being banged, and ranboo chasing y/n, they were off to the gas station that was just down the street.
"do you do this all the time?" tubbo questioned as he skipped to keep up with all the people with long legs. y/n was on wilbur's back, lazily responding to tubbo.
"well sure, i mean. i get hungry and the gas station appears to obtain my snack."
"you're talking numbers bro." tommy playfully said after he was done telling ranboo to shrink.
"im talking a vocabulary that you so happen to not understand."
"for talking like that, you would've been burned as a witch in the 16th century!"
"the fire would be scared of my hotness." y/n tiredly said as they laid their head on wilbur's back.
ranboo suddenly chimed up from the right of y/n, not looking at her to show indifference, but still held a mischievous smile.
"don't you have detention you still have to attend with the blade?"
the color drained from her face as she suddenly stopped.
shit. she went home before detention that day. and it was because of a fight. that's all the more reason to-
"i'm fucked."
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literally in love with this image. imagining karl's smile is neve campbell's
