Markiplier Imagines / One-Shots ((fin))

°Highschool AU: Teachers Pt. 1°

((apparently i get a lot of ideas for highschool aus oops))

((well i am in high school so maybe that's why))

You had expected your new job at a fairly established private high school to be relatively easy. Sure, you knew you'd be dealing with snotty rich kids all day, but that wasn't what came to wreak havoc on your life. It was your co-worker, Mr. Fischbach, or as some of the kids called him, Coach Fischbach.

Your first time viewing the campus with the principal, was a couple weeks before school started. Principal Kjellberg met you in the parking lot and first took you down to the excellent recreation fields they had. The football team was out doing pre-season practice, and the principal pointed out that they were undefeated State Champs for twenty years.

"Impressive." You nodded, not having as much of an interest in sports. Your preference was for the arts. "What sort of clubs do you have here?"

"Math, art, band, you name it." He answered, turning away from watching the team run laps to look at you.

"Drama?"

"Actually no, no staff support has formed one. Would you be interested in doing that?"

"How many kids do you think would be interested?"

Before the principal could respond, the coach jogged over to you, his dyed bright-red hair bouncing up and down. "You might get all the girls, but none of my boys are soft. They're warriors down to the bone." He snickered at your angry look, leaning against the fence separating you. "Name's Coach Fischbach. What's yours, sweetheart?"

"Actually, I think it takes a truly strong person to let themselves be vulnerable. And I'm not your sweetheart." You glared at him, irritably clenching your fists.

Principal Kjellberg cleared his throat. "Mr. Fischbach, this is the new Creative Language teacher, Ms. Y/L/N. Ms. Y/L/N, this our football coach Mr. Fischbach, he's also the Engineer Academy teacher."

"Good to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N." He offered his hand out to you, and you shook it with your jaw clenched.

"And you."

"I was just going to show her the inside of the school, if you'll excuse us, Coach." The principal nodded to him.

"Oh absolutely, I've got to get these boys whipped into shape for game time." He turned from you two to yell at one of the boys. "Pick it up Cooper, don't think I'm not watching!"

You took deep breaths as you walked away. "Is his hair allowed within dress code parameters?"

"Er, not quite, but its one of the school colors, and the boys all love him. He's by far the best football coach we could ask for."

You said no more on the subject of Mr. Fischbach as Principal Kjellberg showed you the first floor of the building.

Then, summer was at an end and it was time for the first day of school. You got there at 6:00, an hour before the kids were to arrive, you wanted everything to be perfect. Leaving your classroom door open, you went to work pulling out your first day stuff from your bag.

"Hello?" A high-pitched voice said from the doorway. "You must be the new Creative Language teacher Felix hired!"

"You mean Principal Kjellberg?" You stood up straight to look at the woman. She was pretty, with brown hair, glasses, and an accent.

"Oh yes." She giggled, twisting the ring on her left ring finger. "I forget that I have to call him that at school. I'm Marzia by the way, I teach Italian next door."

"I'm Y/N, it's good to meet you." You offered your hand for her to shake.

"So why'd you choose this school?"

"Paid the best, and it covers my housing expense down the street, which is awesome."

"Oh yes, Principal Kjellberg really does want the best for our teachers. He understand how valuable they are to our future."

"Is he your husband, the principal?"

She smiled, looking down at the ring. "Not yet, we're getting married on winter holiday. The entire staff is invited, if you want to come."

"Wow. You just met me and you're already inviting me to your wedding."

"Oh! Am I making you uncomfortable, I'm sorry!"

You laughed reassuringly. "You're not, I'm happy one teacher is being friendly to me. I've already met Mr. Fischbach."

"Whatever he said, don't take it to heart. He speaks without thinking most of the time."

"Are you gossiping about me again, Marzia?" His voice echoed from down the hall, and you looked over to see him walking towards you two with a briefcase in his hand and a suit on.

"What are you doing here? This isn't your floor!" She exclaimed, a friendly smile still on her features.

"Numbers got moved around, I'm actually in 408, which appears to be right next to you Ms. Y/L/N."

You tried to stop your nose from wrinkling. "Apparently."

"Well," He checked his watch, then ran his hand through his red hair. "Kids will be arriving soon, I'll see you ladies later."

"Goodbye!" You and Marzia said, although she was more enthusiastic.

"I should be going too, the first day is always so stressful!" Marzia said goodbye to you, and you went into your own classroom as well.

To prepare yourself, you sat in your chair and took deep breaths. A loud crash from Mr. Fischbach's room disturbed your quiet. You immediately shot up and went over to check on him. He was leaning against a wall, a stack of chairs strewn on the floor.

"Are you okay?" You immediately asked, and he smirked.

"Aw, are you worried about me?"

You snorted. "As if, I just wanted to see if I'd have to fill out an accidental death at the workplace form. Which is what I was hoping for."

"Sure." He walked over to you where you leaned in the doorway, getting closer and closer to you. You backed up until your back was against the doorframe. This close, you could feel his warm breath, and see his stubble. His brown eyes were soft, but the annoying smirk was still on his face as he teased you. "Cat got your tongue?"

You suddenly regained your voice, stepping out of his room. "Curiosity killed the cat." You departed into your own classroom.

"But satisfaction brought it back!" He yelled after you.

((hey guys, so this is going to be a longer multi-part imagine, like the superhero au one. i hope u like!))