Septiplier One-Shots

Proffessor Iplier

Jack's P.O.V

4th period was finaly over and i was actualy looking forward for the next lesson, It was science and we had a new teacher. No one knows who it is but i didn't care, anyone was better than our last one cause she was the definition of a bitch. Walking into the class, i took a seat next to Felix and everyone waited to meet this new teacher. After around five minutes of waiting we heard the door open and everyones head's snapped up to let our eyes feel closure. The first thing i noticed was flaming hair and my eyes met with dark, mysterious ones which scanned across us. He walked in wearing a smart suit with a crimson tie (probably to match his hair), he walked over to the board without saying anything and picked up a marker pan. After writing on the board he moved out the way so we could see the words 'Proffessor Iplier', well, this guy is formal as all fuck.
"Hello everybody, my name is Mr.Iplier and today i will be starting you on your new topic of Astronomy. If you were hoping that i would be any nicer than your former teacher then i am afraid i am here to disapoint. Because i am much worse." Perfect. I sarcastically stated in my head as did the rest of the class, most likely. His voice is so deep, and seductive almost making me want to endure these harsh lessons "I will not tolerate back-chat or laziness. I am here to help you pass your studies and that is what i will do, so please don't make this any more harder than it should be." I heard Ken give out an annoyed groan as he leaned back dramatically, it was stupid but was succssessful to make a few give out a laugh. Mr. Iplier glared at him "what is your name?" he asks deeper, probably to sound more intimidating but i couldn't give more shits if i tried. "Ken" he replied, the teacher gave a smirk "alright, Ken. How does a two hour detention sound? for a week." ok, i take it back. I miss the other teacher. "What?! that's not fair, i only groaned-thats technically the same as breathing!" he whines "excactly, and where can you not breathe?" Mr.Iplier questioned, Martiza places her hand in the air and he pointed at her "space?" she quietly answers "correct! Space. Space, is cool and you are not, Ken. So before you start to make any more scenes i suggest you shut up and listen."

We were half-way through the lesson and no one had said a word, not even Ken or Felix and that's surprising. I hadn't done much on the board, only the starterr task and a diagram of the solar system. I usually dazed out of the window or sketched a small Septic-Eye in the corner of the page, as i began to shade in the eye with a green pen i felt eye's lazering into me. When i looked up i saw Mr.Iplier infront of my desk with his arms crossed and a glare on his face, welp, didn't like life anyway! "Your not working." He said sternly, I put on my best bordom face because there was no way i was going to let this 'new guy' think he can stroll in here and think he owns the place "no shit." a gasp escaped the rest of the class, i just sat there with a smirk on my face and mimicked him by crossing my arms. "Do you not get it or are you just playing stupid?" he asks, "i think you're right. I can't even count how many fucks i give cause i can't get passed zero" others began to whisper quietly and i hear a snigger escape Felix's mouth. i watched in amusement as Mr. Iplier's eye's grew flames as bright as his hair, "well then it seems that you could do with a few extra lessons, i'd say detention would cut it just fine. You can spend it by writting the number one for the next hour. It'll give you an extra 'fuck' to give." i was furious, even worse he's trying to show me up infront of my own friends " you're giving me a detention cause you can't teach properly?" i asked, two can play at this game. "No, i'm giving you detention because you are incapable of following instructions and clearly have an attitude." he sounds more calm, almost like he was enjoying this. It was sexy, wait-what? I went to open my mouth but nothing came out, maybe i wanted this detention... but not without pushing him. "What is your name?" he asks snapping me out of my thoughts "Sean, but everyone calls me Jack." i may aswell be honest since he'll figure that out soner or later. "Well, Sean. I will see you in detention. Do i make myself clear?" i felt my fists clench under the desk when he called me by my actual nsme. "yes." I muttered "yes, Sir" he replies and walks away "no need to call me sir, Professor." he stops in his tracks and Felix bursts into a fit of laughter as did the rest of the class which made a smirk appear on my face.

Mr. Iplier's P.O.V

I'm late on my first day, and i have no idea which class i am in. This is not the best forst impression on a group of Year 11's, I heard that the last teacher was a bitch and i don't intend on being any nicer. I finally come to the class which had 'Sc.2' on the door which i recall being told is my new class. Before opening the door i smooth down my suit and took a deep breath. As soon as i walked through the door and noticed all the student's head's snap up and stare at me. The first thing i noticed was neon green hair and my eyes met with bright blue ones which belonged to one of the students. Dear god let him be bad. Without saying anything i walked over to the board and grabbed a marker to write my name, 'Professor Iplier'. Best to be formal."Hello everybody, my name is Mr.Iplier and today i will be starting you on your new topic of Astronomy. If you were hoping that i would be any nicer than your former teacher then i am afraid i am here to disapoint. Because i am much worse." I watched as the students eyes lost their light, except from the green-haired one, if anything he looked anoyed. "I will not tolerate back-chat or laziness. I am here to help you pass your studies and that is what i will do, so please don't make this any more harder than it should be." I heard a student give out a dramatic grown which made a few others giggle, pathetic. I gave a glare at him "what is your name?" i ask in my deep voice, i sounded more intimidating and it got his attention, other than the green-haired boy. "Ken" he replied, i gave a smirk. "Alright, Ken. How does a two hour detention sound? for a week." i noticed the other boy perked up when i said that, as did most of the class "What?! that's not fair, i only groaned-thats technically the same as breathing!" he whines "excactly, and where can you not breathe?" I questioned, one of the girls hesitently placed her hand in the air and i pointed to her "space?" she quietly answers "correct! Space. Space, is cool and you are not, Ken. So before you start to make any more scenes i suggest you shut up and listen." and he did, eveyone did.

It had been half an hour and no one had said a word, not even that Ken. I'd written some simple questions on the board and diagrams for them to copy, however i had noticed that the green-haired boy hadn't done much and. Perfect. I'd noticed he hadn't done much from the start and how hw kept dazing or sketching. I left him to do it since now i can tell him of for much more. Not making any noise, i made my way over to the front of his desk and stared down at him, he was drawing what looked like a green eye in the corner of his page which was adorable. I was ready to bring hell down on him, making him get pissed. I crossed my arms and glared down at him, as he looked up to me i was able to get a closer look at his beautiful eyes- snap out of it! "Your not working." I spoke sternly, he put on his best bordom face and leaned back in his chair "no shit." thank you god. And that accent, I want to hear him scream my name of that Irish toung of his. Snapping back to my thoughts, a gasp escaped the rest of the class and he mimicked me by crossing his arms. "Do you not get it or are you just playing stupid?" I ask boldly, "i think you're right. I can't even count how many fucks i give cause i can't get passed zero" oh you're gonna give a lot of fucks, i assure you. Others began to whisper quietly and i hear a snigger escape one of the boy's mouth. He watched in amusement as my eyes filled with rage, "well then it seems that you could do with a few extra lessons, i'd say detention would cut it just fine. You can spend it by writting the number one for the next hour. It'll give you an extra 'fuck' to give." now he looked pissed and cute doing so. "You're giving me a detention cause you can't teach properly?" he asked, seeing my little game. "No, i'm giving you detention because you are incapable of following instructions and clearly have an attitude." i remained calm, without giving a snarky comment and an actual answer he can't protest, espesially when he knows i'm right. He went to open his mouth but nothing came out. "What is your name?" I ask him. "Sean, but everyone calls me Jack." Jack is a nice name, but i am not 'everyone', Sean suits his fiery side and i'm guessing it's what bring's it out. "Well, Sean. I will see you in detention. Do i make myself clear?" his body tenses so i can imagine him clentching his fists under the desk "yes." he muttered "yes, Sir" i corrected him and walked away "no need to call me sir, Professor." I stop, the biy sitting next to him bursts into a fit of laughter as did the rest of the class. Though i had my back to him i knew he was smirking, and so was i on the inside.