teacher! c!technoblade x female! readersummary; you go to your brother's conference when your father 'can't'. when you meet his teacher, you realize how anxious and awkward he is around you. you find it charming.content/warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, teacher! au, schlatt is your father, reader is tubbo's older sister, reader is also the same age as techno, talk of self-hatred, mentions of arguments, reader has daddy issues, and some swearing. tubbo and tommy are about 7 or 8 in this! badboyhalo and wilbur are here too lol.
this wasn't planned.
you weren't expecting to go to your little brother's conference.
your dad was supposed to go, of course, but he reeked of booze and sweat.
it was about 2:00 AM when your dad came home last night (well, morning). he walked into your room, and the smell of hard alcohol woke you. you could tell it was your dad.
you remember a time like this, when tubbo was a baby and you were 13. he'd come home late, as always, after he got drunk at a nearby bar. your uncle, as you and tubbo call him, quackity, watched you both as your father busied himself. quackity would always play games with you, make sure tubbo was fed, and even bought you ice cream after dinner.
your dad sucked at being a dad.
before tubbo came along, you never saw your dad most of the time. he was always there for tubbo. not for you. your aunt, as you like to call her, puffy, took care of you. she didn't like your father, but she loved you. one night, you were crying in her arms, about your dad. you clung onto her red jacket as you sobbed, saying "dad doesn't love me! he hates me! he wants me to leave!" puffy held you tightly, shushing you as you wept. you remember what she said to you;
"even though you think your dad hates you, he doesn't. he adores you. he always talks about you. he always thinks about you. he just," puffy pauses, thinking about what she wants to say. "he just- doesn't know how to show his emotions. just remember, y/n, he loves you so so much." she pokes your nose, making you giggle.
sucks that she doesn't come around anymore.
you squinted at him, since he left the hallway light on and kept your door wide open. he was sitting at the edge of your bed, wiping his hands on his slacks.
"dad?" you whispered, and in response all you got was a grunt. you sat up, looking at him now fully awake.
he was gross. he looked gross.
you could see sweat stains around his armpits and neck, his hair looked greasy, his tie he wore to work the day before was untied around his neck, and his jacket was gone. also to mention, he was still holding a half empty bottle of beer.
"jesus, dad, go take a shower." you said dryly, laying back down on your bed and closing your eyes. you heard him laugh. "i will later." he slurred. "but, y/n," he started, which caught your attention, since he never used your first name. it was always gross baby nicknames. "can you go to tubbo's conference tomorrow? tiny favor, for your pops? i have to stay at the office late." he said, looking at you. you narrowed your eyebrows at him.
"um, i have work tomorrow, too, yknow. so i can't, make quackity do it or something." you stated. you thought that was that. you thought that was the conversation.
but, alas, it wasn't.
your dad's mood changed quite quickly. to a dorky father, to a mad one. you didn't really pay attention to the yelling, since you were so used to it. plus, it only happened when he was drunk.
but here you are, holding your little brother's hand, standing outside his elementary school. tubbo looked quite happy, since his school was his happy place. his oversized sweater you gave him made him have sweater paws, which was super cute. he was wearing short khakis, his legs covered in bruises and hello kitty band-aids.
he picked out the band-aids.
"you ready, tubs?" you asked the kid, who was basically bouncing up and down. "yeah! but can we go to the book fair first? i'm supposed to meet tommy there!" the 3rd grader said. you laughed as you nodded, which caused the boy to run into the school. "tubbo, slow down!"
he didn't. which caused him to fall down the stairs to the school library, but got right back up again, like nothing happened. you gasped loudly, "tubbo! are you okay?"
no reply.
"oh, tubbo, no running, please! you'll run into something!" a soft voice said, which calmed your heart a bit. you entered the small library, which was filled with cases and cases of books. there was a little stand to the side, which had bookmarks, pencils, pens, and cute erasers. your eyes were caught onto a cute pink i-phone eraser, which brought you back when you had one.
"hello, miss! are you tubbo's mother?" the soft voice spoke.
you looked over your shoulder to see a man behind a plastic fold-up table. on top of the table was what seemed to be a make-shift wallet to put money in, and a tiny notebook. you looked up at the soft british voice, and saw a tall man who was wearing a dull yellow sweater, a burgundy beanie, and pretty circle glasses. some of his curly hair was sticking out of the side of his beanie, folding over his forehead and into his brown eyes.
you laughed nervously, "no, i'm, uh, his sister."
you could hear him gasp, which made you giggle slightly. "i'm so sorry! i just thought- there's usually a man who brings him to these book fairs, he reeks of alcohol all the time," he blurts. "is he your dad? the- the alcohol smelling man."
you noticed how much he used his hands while he talked, which was very intriguing. before you could answer, he yells at someone behind you.
"tommy! if you want to buy something, buy it! i gave you money!" the beanie wearing man sighs, "my brother and your brother are best friends, did you know? he talks about tubbo so much, it's annoying." he smiles up at you, "anyways, i'm wilbur. i'm the librarian here!"
you felt like you were being blinded by his smile; he reminded you of a big ball of sunshine. fitting for a librarian, you thought. he also is very distracted by everything, which does not fit a librarian.
"hi, wilbur, i'm y/n. and yes, the alcohol smelling man is my father, sadly." you chuckle anxiously, looking into wilbur's shining brown eyes.
"it's nice to meet you, y/n!" he says, raising one of his hands to wave at you. "oh yeah! is tubbo here for a conference?" he asks, his head tilted slightly.
"yeah, i just don't know where his teachers classroom is." you look behind your shoulder, trying to find your brother. after looking across the library a bit, you finally find him. he was sitting at one of the small tables, across from who you assume is tommy. you watch as tubbo laughs, and you hear tommy laugh along with him.
cute.
"um, y/n? when is tubbos conference?" wilbur asked, which made you stop looking at the adorable pair across the library. "um, my dad said around 7:30. i think." you said, looking at wilbur.
"y/n- it's- its 7:20." wilbur laughed nervously.
"oh sh-" you stopped mid sentence as wilbur gave you a look a mother would give to her teenage son, and continued on a family friendly route. "-shooot! tubbo, say goodbye to tommy. we gotta go!" you yelled, which caused wilbur to shush you. "sorry wil, in a hurry here!"
tubbo whined as you gave him a look, and ran right over to you. "sorry, y/n." he whispered. tubbo looked over at tommy, waving bye, and ran up the stairs.
you ran after him.
"tubbos teachers room is b142! be careful running you two!" he laughs, "well they sure are siblings."
as you ran in the halls, trying to catch up to your brother, a teacher stopped you and tubbo. tubbo stopped in front of a very tall man, who had a red and black cloak on, and a checkered bandana around his neck. speaking of neck, he looked like a ghost, his skin looked translucent. it wasn't a white color like traditional ghosts, it was a dark grey, black almost. his eyes were bright white, though, and you could see his sharp teeth through his thin lips. by what you could tell, he didn't have any hair.
"hi mr. halo! we're just trying to go to mr. blade's room!" he said excitedly.
this mr. halo fella, had a hand on his hip. he looked stern. he also looked like a ghost who was homeless. "tubbo, i told you earlier during school, no running the halls!" halo shook his finger at tubbo, who murmured a 'sorry mr. halo.' mr. halo then looked at you, "you should know better, you're what? 20?" his bored look turned into an amused one, a bright smile sat on his face.
jesus, is everyone in this school a big ball of sunshine?
"i'm just joking!" his hand moved forward, making it seem like he was going for a hand shake. "i'm mr. halo, like tubbo said, but you could call be bad if you want." he says, his hand still in between the two of you, waiting for you to accept the friendly handshake. which, you did. "i'm y/n, uh, tubbo's sister." you shook his hand twice, and pulled away. his eyes widened when you said that, which made you suddenly anxious.
"i thought you were his mom! jeez, that is so rude of me," he smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand softly as he chuckled.
did you really look older than you are?
"anyways, i'm tubbo's gym teacher." bad says, ruffling your brother's hair. "he's a very good kid, very nice. he's just so energetic. he tires me out after every class i have with him." he smiles down at tubbo, looks up at you, then back to tubbo. "you remember where mr. blade's room is, bud?" bad asks, and tubbo nods in reply.
"c'mon sis! we might be late!" your brother almost yells. you nod towards him, then look back up to mr. halo. "it was nice meeting you, bad. thank you for teaching him well." you smile, and he smiles back. "it was nice meeting you too, miss y/n. thank you for being such a good sister." he chuckles as he waves, then walking down the hall away from you and tubbo.
"alright, bubs, let's go to your homeroom." you walk up to the smaller boy, grasping his hand. you both walk the rest of the way as tubbo points out some of his artwork near his teacher's room. it was messy, but really cute. you could easily tell it was tubbo's without looking at the signature in the bottom right corner.
"well, here it is!" tubbo stands in front of a brown wooden door, which had scratches here and there. the rest of the doors in the building were polished and clean, this one seemed old and cracked. hopefully his teacher wasn't an old rude man, like your 3rd grade teacher was. you watched as your little brother opened the squeaky sounding door and silently as he could. you held it open for him as he walked in, and then closed it once you got inside.
right away, you noticed how cold it was. maybe this guy was too warm during the spring, you thought. then, you noticed the décor. it looked like this guy was very interested in inspirational quotes, since they were plastered everywhere around the classroom. big white letters in front of a orange sunset, or a calming waterfall. there was also a poorly drawn family portrait near his desk, which had four people on it. you barely noticed the little note on the bottom, which read; "my family!!!!!!!!" with a big heart next to it. you thought it was very cute, a man having his kid's or little brother's drawing near him at all times.
you saw tubbo sit on one of the chairs in front of his teacher's desk, bouncing in place.
his teacher looked up from a paper he was writing on, glancing at the boy.
"oh, hello, tubbo."
damn, your brother's teacher's voice is nice. he also looked nice. you saw on the top of his hair was a bright pink color, even though the rest of his hair was a dark brown. is his natural hair color pink?
speaking of hair, it was unbelievably long, even though it was in a bun. his eyes are a nice shade of brown, though they look fake. did this guy just change his appearance just to be a 3rd grade teacher? you had so many questions. there were a set of black rectangle glasses sitting on his nose. you felt like a creep when you looked at his mouth, noticing a set of tusks sitting on his upper lip. he was wearing a nice white button up, under a tan vest. the sleeves of the shirt were pushed up by his elbows, revealing the scars on his forearms. you could see a gold necklace around his neck, traveling under his shirt.
he sure was different. but, hey, he was extremely attractive.
tubbo's teacher then glanced at you, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"and, uh, hi lady."
damn, he's also awkward.
it's like a women's presence made him anxious.
which, it did. you were gorgeous. his normal attitude changed to an anxious one. he could hear the voices in his head start up already; feeding him ridiculous names and not so nice words. sure, he's calm, but he doesn't feel calm. not at all.
"hi, i'm y/n, i'm tubbo's sister." you announce, sitting down next your brother. his teacher nods at you as a greeting, which you found odd, since he was a teacher after all. you never saw that from a teacher. especially from the other teachers you met earlier.
"i'm mr. blade, uh, hm," he starts, "i don't have much to say about tubbo. he's a nice kid, just a little crazy at times." he chuckles. "he does well on tests, does well payin' attention in class, yknow, just a good kid. a good student." it was a good thing to mention he wasn't looking at the two of you, he was just writing down notes. you looked at his hand that was writing, which had gold rings clinging onto his thumb, ring finger and pointer finger. on his other hand, was a single ring placed on his thumb. it had a shining ruby gem on top, gleaming in the light. his nails were painted pink and black, but really messily. nail polish was on the sides of his fingertips, and on the bottom of his cuticle.
you then looked over at your brother, who was just looking around the room, swinging his little legs. tubbo seemed used to this.
"i- i don't know how the whole conference thing works, sorry. it's my first year here." mr. blade explains. when you looked over at him, he was looking at you. his hands were folded onto the ink filled paper in front of him. you heard the rings clack against each other as he did so. you could see sweat glisten on his forehead, and how his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
"oh no, t-that's okay, it's just..." you try and look for the word you're trying to say, "different. i just, have never seen a conference like this." you smile shyly, fiddling with your fingers. you watch the teacher nod slowly, pushing strands of hair back behind his ear. "that's understandable. i just don't have much to say about sir tubbo, he's just a great boy, to say the least." when blade said tubbo's name made the little boy smile brightly, even though he was fiddling with the pockets on his shorts.
he knew how to multi-task.
the way he spoke about your little brother made your heart fill with warmth. you knew he was a good kid, a good student. you were just forced to come here. you were just a replacement for your drunken father who was probably sleeping on his desk right now.
"thank you, mr. blade. for teaching him," you murmur, but you knew the teacher in front of you could hear you. you looked down at your lap, feeling suddenly embarrassed as you talked. "tubbo talks about his day after school to me, every single day. i feel, i feel so happy that he finally has a happy place." you look up to see mr. blade looking down at his folded hands. it almost seemed like he was figuring out a way to talk to you, to speak his mind.
"you can call me techno, if you want." blade whispered.
"i-i'm sorry, could you repeat that?" you ask, feeling rather sorry that you had to make him repeat what he said.
he blinked at his hands. he blinked again. when he finally came to his senses, he shook his head, looking up at your face.
"ah, nothin', it was nothin'." he starts to smile, which turns back into a thin line. right now, you were confused. lost.
"um, yeah, okay. anyways, should we leave? is that all you wanted to say?" you ask. blade shook his head as he turned to grab a small stack of papers. he proceeds to turn towards you again; handing you the stack.
as you look down, you see the amount of fabulous work tubbo did during mr. blade's class. it brought a smile to your face. it even brought a tear to your eye, almost, though.
"here tubs, could you hold these?" you hand over the papers to tubbo, and tubbo happily accepted them. you saw a look in his eyes, then watched him bounce in place. "can i see tommy again? before we leave? please, y/n!" he begs, which you reply by sighing. "go ahead, just meet me in the front of the school in 20 minutes. and only 20 minutes." you say sternly while you ruffle his hair. he gives you a thumbs up as he runs out of the room.
he dropped his papers on the chair he was sitting on.
"hmm, hey teach, who made this?" you pointed at the drawing you noticed earlier. mr. blade chuckles at the question.
"my little brother, tommy. uh, tubbo's best friend, he- he made it years ago, but i still love it, y'know? good memories." he nods slowly, twisting his ruby gem ring.
"it's cute." you say quickly. blade nods again.
it's like your mood completely changed to awkward, to dorkish.
just like your dad.
it was quiet for a moment. mr. blade wipes the sweat off his forehead, then continues onto his notes. a few more seconds went by, the silence being filled up by the sound of a pen writing, then you finally spoke.
"should i leave?" you say, getting up slowly. blade snaps his head up quickly, clearing his throat. "if you want. but before you go, i would like to ask a question." he says, standing up.
christ, he's tall.
he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and walks to your side. you noticed how his shirt & vest was tucked into his jeans, which was held in place by a thick black belt.
"um, okay, go ahead, shoot!" you looked up at him, wearing a curious look on your face.
on the outside, he was calm. on the inside, the voices were going crazy. calling him 'whipped' and 'a simp'. some were even laughing at him.
"i don't- i don't," mr. blade clears his throat. "will you give me- shoot." he starts over again.
"can- can you give me your number?" he says, his voice monotone as ever. his arms were slightly in the air, shaking. you looked down at them, smiling. you took his large hands into your small ones, making his hands calm down.
your gaze was still on his hands, but you heard him choke on air and profusely cough in another direction that wasn't towards you. you giggled as you calmly stroked his knuckles, trying to soothe his nervousness.
you looked up into his eyes, "of course." you smiled softly, which made the teacher in front of you almost crumble in your hands.
you let go of his large hands. "could you give me a paper and pencil, teach?" you joke.
'cute'
'smile at her, idiot.'
'hug her!'
"techno," he blurts, which you reply by tilting your head. "my name- it's techno. call me techno."
a small 'oh' came out of your mouth, followed by a small chuckle.
techno nods, grabbing a post-it note and ball point pen off his desk. "um- here." he says as he hands you the items. you smile at him as a thanks, grabbing the pen and quickly writing down your number.
"hey tech- no.."
blade spins around fast, spotting his twin brother in the doorway. wilbur smirks at him and wiggled his eyebrows, mocking kissy faces at him while pointing at you. techno almost runs over to him, but before he could, he feels a small poke on his arm. you had stuck the post-it on him.
"here you are teach!" you giggle, patting the note. he looks down at you, almost adoringly, smiling at how you giggled at him. techno felt his heart almost burst inside of his chest, seeing the way you smiled up at him. he really hoped you hadn't seen the way his cheeks flare up in red.
when he looked back to the doorway, wilbur was gone. he could hear himself almost snarl. "nerd..."
"um, so i have to leave sir techno. 20 minutes is up!" you were looking at the clock on your phone, clicking your tongue. techno's eyes widen; he doesn't want you to leave. not yet.
so, he did what he thought was best.
to walk you to your car, with your brother there. you weren't opposed to it, so you accepted his offer. he explained to you that your guys' meeting was his last of the night, so he might as well. you thought tubbo's home room teacher was nice; very awkward and sweaty looking, but nice.
on your left was tubbo, holding your hand. on the other was his teacher, silently looking around at the school ground's scenery. there were nice tulips and other flowers scattered near the entrance, which gave a kind welcoming to someone who was new. tubbo was also currently chatting up a storm, asking different and might you say, personal questions.
"hey, mr. blade?" tubbo says out of the blue, his gaze on the ground below him.
"uh- yeah? what do you need, tubbo?" techno says, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. he felt and looked cold; the tip of his nose red, you heard him sniffle every few minutes, and his body scrunched over.
you wanted to hold his hand, but you felt too shy about it. you didn't want to make techno feel uncomfortable, you didn't want to over step his personal boundaries. so when you felt the urge, you squeezed tubbo's tiny hand.
you three reached your destination. but, tubbo wasn't ready to leave yet. he looked up at his teacher, smiling.
"do you have a girlfriend? or a wife?" tubbo asked.
you heard the man to your right choke on his spit, coughing uncontrollably. you snickered at this, seeing a fully grown man flabbergasted at a 8-year-old's innocent question. it also made you nervous. butterflies filled your stomach, as well as a odd warmth flooding throughout your body. it made you warm, even though it was 20 degrees outside.
as techno was coughing up a lung, tubbo continued. he was confused at his reaction of the question. "i was just thinking about how many rings you have, you married a lot of girls!" he exclaimed excitedly.
you laughed loudly, letting go of your brother's hand and crouching down to his height.
"tubs, he doesn't wear rings because he's married. he wears them because he likes the way they look on him, and i agree. they're very pretty rings." you say, looking into the boy's eyes, then look up to the man behind you, who stopped his coughing session.
the look on him was hilarious; his eyes were wide, showing his brown eyes.
"right, mr. blade? they're pretty?" you asked, smiling. he clears his throat as he nods quickly, "yeah, uh, ver- very pretty."
he wasn't talking about the rings, though.
"and to answer your question, tubbo, i don't have a-a, girlfriend, or a wife," techno says as he scratches the back of his neck. you look back to tubbo, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
oh, so he planned this, you thought.
"oh! well y/n doesn't have a boyfriend!"
there it is.
you flicked tubbo's forehead softly, then whisper, "shush it, schemer." you stood up from crouching, leaning back to crack your back. "anyways, it was nice meeting you, techno!" you say quickly, trying to get out of the situation as fast as you could.
"yeah, it was nice meeting you too, miss y/n." techno says, nodding at you.
tubbo frowns at the encounter, opening one of the back car doors and climbing in. a loud slam was heard, which made you jump.
an eery silence came between the two of you again.
techno felt himself gain some confidence by the voices telling him silly things he'd rather not like to repeat outloud. it did help him, though. that's for sure.
"you don't have a boyfriend?"
you chuckled nervously, shaking your head. "don't listen to tubbo, he's just being a silly kid." you shake your hand at the man in front of you.
"oh, so you do have a boyfriend?" his lips stuttered upwards into a smirk.
his whole demeanor changed in a snap, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter around. "shucks, i wanted to maybe, just maybe ask you out." techno says, placing a hand on his hip.
you felt yourself sweat. you felt flustered. his new attitude intimidated you furiously.
tubbo, what did you do?
"um, jeez, what if i maybe said-said yeah? to-to that offer. that you just said." you squeak out.
you watch technos head nod up and down. "i'll text you, then?"
you felt your lips turn up into a smile, "y-yeah! uh, it was nice meeting you, really." you say, walking up to the driver's side of the car, opening the door.
you hear techno hum, "thank you for coming, y/n." you nod, but don't face him. his gaze was so flustering, he's just too pretty. you climb into your car, and then close the door.
techno watches as you two leave, waving at tubbo.
he sighs while smiling.
while in the car, tubbo smirks in victory. tommy's plan worked.