Zak Bagans One Shots 👻

Helpless (Professor Bagans) pt 1

(Y/b/f=your best friend)

Sum: it's the start of a new semester at University and you really wanted to take poetry, but you have to have history with it as well. A new professor is rumored to be joining the school and you hope it's a nice one, fortunately for you he's not what he seems.

Contains: small bullying, nervous but feisty reader, scary hot teacher,cussing, Hamilton musical reference.

*like and comment if you want part two
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"Do you have your textbooks yet?" (Y/b/f) asked. You've been dormmates for about a year since you started going to university. You really love history and poetry so you decided to take an every day class but the professors names weren't on the website so you didn't quite know who the teacher was yet.

"I sure hope so. I've been excited for this history class since day one! I wonder what teacher I'll have."

"Word has it that it's gonna be some old man that used to work in some ghost show. Probably not even hot now" they say rolling their eyes as they laugh.

"Well lucky me I'm not going for the teacher, I'm going for the history as well as poetry" you stick your tongue out at (y/b/f) and run out of the dorm room towards the history building first. Not very many people are taking history this year or so you assume since you didn't see many students as you ran to class.

You finally get to class, your favorite shirt almost riding up your stomach and your favorite Jeans are falling off your rear.

Shit I forgot my belt!

That's okay just flash the teacher and they'll give you a freebie ;)

Shut up you nimrod!

"Excuse me?" A deep voice overcomes your inner thoughts.

Uh oh

You look up after catching your breath, you stare up at an older man wearing a black button up and dark grey jeans. His hair is spiked up and his blue eyes appeared like a clear ocean on a sunny day. He looked angry.

"Um, im sorry?" You ask clearly confused.

"You said 'shut up you nimrod' exactly who do you think you are to speak to me that way?" He replies as he folds his arms, showing off his muscles.

Drooling lady clean up on aisle damn!

Them panties be soaking!

Oh gosh shut up!

You must've said the last part of your argument with your inner self out loud again as you walked into the empty classroom. Your what you assume was your teacher is now angry at you thinking you're some nut job talking to herself or outbursts like a troublemaker. Crap.

"I'm so so sorry sir I wasn't talking to you" you try to explain but he wasn't buying it.

He walks slowly towards you, almost like Jason Vorheez when he's about to kill someone. You gulp whatever spit you must've forgotten to swallow as you wait to see what he's about to do. You hesitantly back up as he keeps walking forward, still slow as ever which makes you even more nervous. You back into his desk and dropped a ton of pencils all over which caused you to look away from the angry blue eyes to pick them up.

"Detention" you froze in place.

"W-what?" You thought you heard wrong but did he just give you detention on the first day back to school?

"I said miss.."

"(Last name)" you say as you stare at him with fear and anger in your eyes.

"Miss (L/n) you have detention, I would like to see you after school everyday for two weeks"