Detention (Markiplier teacher x reader)

Chapter 1: The Substitute

*Your pov*

'Ugh! Why does high school even exist?' You roll out of bed and get dressed. You groggily walk into the bathroom and do your hair. 'Still ugly, as usual.' You grab your backpack and a poptart before heading out the door. 

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You walk to class early, mainly because you have only two friends and they eat lunch with you. Yesterday, Mr. McLoughlan said he was going to be out for the next month. You don't remember why. You take your seat in the back row. You pull out your earbuds and blast P!ATD in your ears. The starting bell rings. The rest of the class walks in. The substitute follows them in. 

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Fishbach. I'll be your substitute for the next month. As for now, let's take roll. Shall we?" You examine him. He's wearing a red and black plaid flannel, khaki pants, and polished black shoes. He calls out names and you zone out. "Y/n?" He looks around and lands on you. You were looking out the window. A few kids exchange looks and comments. He clears his throat. "Y/n L/n?" You snap back into reality.

"Oh, I'm here!" you say, a small blush creeping over your face. He smiles. He moves on and you go back to your thoughts. 'I think he's kinda hot. Eww, me, don't think like that! He's your teacher! He is cute, though.'

"Let's begin. Who can tell me about (class subject)? Y/n?" 'Shit!' You stare blankly at him.

"Uhhhh..." Today was gonna be a long day.

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Whelp, you got detention, again. You were glad to see Mr. Fishbach. You look around the room, but don't see anyone else. You take a seat. He smiles when he notices your arrival. "Is there anyone else, Mr. Fischbach?" you ask.

"No, apparently not." he jokes. "You're miss y/n, correct?" You nod. His smile seemed to be contagious. You get out your schoolwork and start on it, but you noticed that he was watching you. 'Great! I can't get anything done with an audience!' You glance at him and he swiftly looks down. You smile to yourself.

*time skip to five minutes later*

"Do you need any help?" he asks when you run a hand through your hair. You were struggling with your Geometry homework.

"It wouldn't hurt." you agree. He stands and you could see his muscles in his shirt that you didn't notice was tight fitting until now. He walks behind you and looks over your shoulder. He places one hand on the back of your chair and the other on your desk. Despite his age, he looked very young. He takes only a few seconds before knowing what subject you were working on.

"Geometry?" You nod. He explains most of it easily, and you felt kinda stupid. He explains all of your mistakes and you facepalm. Literally. "It's okay to get things wrong. You have to make mistakes in order to get better. No one gets everything right on their first try." He smiles down at you. 'He is so handsome. I wonder if he likes me too.' You blush at the thought of him liking you. You work together on your homework for what seemed like only a few minutes until you glance at your watch. You had been there for an hour! "It's getting late, would you like a ride home?"

"I don't want to be a bother to you, Mr. Fishbach." 

"I don't mind." He walks over to his desk and gathers his things as you do the same. You begin to head out the door. "And y/n. Please, call me Mark when we're outside of school or it's after school. Is that okay?" You nod, giving him a bashful smile. He leads you out to his car. You get in.

"Thanks again, Mr. Fis- Mark." You blush at your mistake. He smiles.