𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 // markiplier omegaverse

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞...

UGH. I hate Mondays. 

I pull into Elliott's driveway, picking her up for school. "Y/N!" she says, rushing to the car. "Did you hear what happened this weekend?" She asks. "No, what happened???" "A celebrity moved to our town!! MARK!!!! He's a new teacher at school!!" "I look at her confused as she gets in the car. "Mark? Who's that?" I'm pulling out of the driveway. Elliott's looking at me like I'm stupid. "Markiplier." I gasped, thinking back to my saved TikTok collection.

 As I pull out onto the road, an expensive Ferarri comes out of nowhere, swerving onto my side of the road. It hits us. I get out of the car in disbelief. The man who gets out of the Ferarri looks familiar, but I don't pay attention. I'm upset. "EYES ON THE ROAD ASSHOLE!!! I'M TOO DIRT POOR TO AFFORD FIXING THIS!!!" I shout across the road. He runs over to me and Elliott. "I am so so sorry ma'am. I'll cover any damages caused. Don't worry your pretty self." I hadn't really looked at the man yet, but when I did, I realized it was him. Markiplier.

I looked at him and... woah. My eyes were met with six feet and two inches of pure muscle. He was wearing a black button-up that fit him like a glove. He looked older, maybe mid-thirties. He had long, wavy hair that was disheveled from our wreck. I realize I'm staring as he speaks up again. "I'm so sorry girls. I was distracted by.." He hesitates. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry." He looked to the ground and his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. He then notices the parking pass hanging from my rearview mirror. "Do you guys go to Robloxian High?" I have a teaching job that starts there tomorrow!" Me and Elliott look at each other confused. She replied, "No offense, but why are you, Markiplier, working at our school?" He laughs and looks embarrassed. "I was hoping you guys wouldn't notice." He excuses himself and walks out of earshot, probably to call his insurance company, and Elliott immediately pulls out her phone to text our friend group chat. "why the hell did markiplier just hit me and y/n with a car." The text reads. Mark turns around and walks back over to us, closer than before. "My car is in much better shape than yours. Why don't you move it back into the driveway, and I can drive us to school? We really shouldn't be late. For some reason, he doesn't break eye contact with me the entire time. 

After we gather ourselves, we start walking to Mark's car. Elliott and I both head for the backseat, me on the driver's side, but Mark lightly grabs my arm and stops me. "That seat is full of my papers. You can sit in the passengers seat, I don't mind." He smiles softly, and I walk to the passengers seat to get in. Again, I'm stopped, this time by Elliott. "He wants you so bad..." she remarks, giggling. I roll my eyes and ignore her comment, getting into the Ferrari. 

When we finally leave for school, I'm texting the group chat the entire time. I can feel the way he keeps looking over at me, and it's making my skin hot. To try and break the awkward silence, Mark asks us what classes we are taking this semester. Elliott knows I'm too anxious to respond, so she does. "We actually have all of our classes with out friends; math, forensics, art, and this new class called the history of technology." I laugh and get the courage to chime in. "We don't even know what that means. And the teacher's name is something weird, like Mr. Fischbach. He sounds like a creep." Elliott and I start laughing even harder, and Mark's face goes red again. He smirks while interrupting our laughing fit. "I'm Mr. Fischbach..." We go quiet. I can feel the blush creeping across my cheeks, but I look him in the eyes and decide to be bold. "Well Mr. Fischbach, you don't seem like a creep at all." He's still smirking at me, holding the eye contact, and I have to look away. I look in the side mirror at Elliott sitting behind me. Her shocked expression makes me even more nervous. 

Other than my thoughts and the occasional giggle from the backseat, the rest of the ride was quiet until we got to school. Mark pulls into the teacher parking lot and we all get out of the car. Elliott sees Greyson and Alana and heads over to meet them, leaving me alone with him. I'm rushing to join my group, causing me to leave without zipping my backpack.  All of my notebooks fall out of my bag. Mark rushes over to help me pick them up. "No it's okay, I've got it." I'm still blushing from the car, but somehow it's worse. He stops and looks at me. "Let me help you, y/n." So I do. He picks up the rest of my things and puts them in my bag. "I'll see you in class today. I'm excited to teach you. All I can manage is a childish smile and a "See you!" before basically running to meet my friends.

"That was hot." Greyson says. "I can't believe Markiplier is our teacher. I'm gonna squirt." We all laugh. Elliott says, "Y/n almost did in the car!" Everybody laughs at me while I run away to my first class.