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was probably a super unenthusiastic phys-ed teacher until he got caught drawing during the lunch break
what do you mean i draw psh i don’t draw
cue the drawings of trees and flowers and the clouds or smth falling out of one of his folders
doesn’t have a choice when he’s made into the new art teacher
does more work than the department head (mr charles châtenay, that is)
patient, probably gives his students extensions when they nicely ask
away due to sickness a lot
doesn’t understand why all the other teachers are always asking him for help, but helps anyway
is the type of teacher to let you microwave your lunch in the department office even if he doesn’t like you
always has a cup of coffee in his hand and has, on many occasions, taken sips of paint water when he wasn’t paying attention
dutch
english teacher
fight me on this
he keeps making up wild theories about who the third murderer in macbeth was just to fuck with his students
marks essays with an aggressive red pen and puts aggressive red smiley faces whenever someone gets a mark above an eighty
generally a good teacher but sasses his students a lot
head of the english department
doesn’t get along with principal pinkerton
keeps telling his students to have a bit of faith
hosea
100000000% a history teacher
everyone loves him
e v e r y o n e
he’s the one teacher who runs around the classroom pretending he’s in a battle just to explain a certain military strategy
v ery animated
a tough marker but great teacher
stays after school for at least an hour just to help students if they need it
they usually don’t bc he’s a gr8 teacher
has a huge thermos full of coffee?? water??? tea??? no one knows but its there
mrs. grimshaw
probably one of the office secretaries
she does the look™ where she peers at u from under her glasses
but then you say you’re not feeling well and want to sign out of the school she gives you one of those “””old people candies””” and tells you to zip up ur jacket
always has issues with dutch’s lack of organization
god damn it mister van der linde why don’t you hand your attendance sheet in on time
uncle
why is he even there
he teaches math
he doesn’t even know math
students always suspect that he’s slightly drunk bc his nose is always pink and he squints his eyes a lot
makes fun of his students but then feels bad about it
always makes excuses for not marking his students’ tests because he hAs lUmbAgO
charles
probably biology or history or both bc he’s smart
he demands respect without actually doing it
he shows up to class while his students are talking?
they all instantly shut up and charles doesn’t get it
very lenient and kind and will let you talk to him about personal issues if you just ask
people are scared of him even though he’s incredibly kind
doesn’t take no shit and will kick you out of his class (calmly) if you disrespect him
javier
spanish teacher (duh)
probably also works in the guidance department
really sassy but also like the most fashionable teacher
all the girls have a teacher crush on him
roasts his students if they say or do something stupid
“mr escuella i forgot my pencil” “timmy you’re writing an exam ho w do you forget your p e n c i l”
throws class parties at the end of the year in which he brings his guitar and teaches his students spanish songs
always tells wild ass stories
pearson
he probably tries to dab to be cool
the other history teacher
much less animated
but tells some stories about his time in the navy
cheers for his students when they hit a high average
he keeps telling the lunch ladies how to do their job and they dont appreciate it (the students do bc while pearson’s cooking is bland the cafeteria food SUCKS)
strauss
a statistics teacher who’s really boring
no one likes him :(
students make up rumours about him all the time
“i heard he rubs chalk in his hair” “where did you hear that from timmy”
he’s that one teacher who always has chalk on their face and hands and no one wants to ask him for extra help because he gets frustrated and yells at his students by accident
a lot of facepalming
bill
he’s THAT physics teacher
you know the one
with the boom
was the reason why the fire alarm went off in the school like every time it wasn’t a drill
a student almost died in his classroom and he made everyone swear not to tell their parents
you can hear his voice from across the hall bc he’s so loud
he also curses a lot and instantly regrets it all
“shit—I MEAN DON’T SAY THAT KIDS THAT’S A NO-NO WORD” in front of like twenty seventeen-year-olds
micah
got fired
everyone says he “retired”
“but mr matthews is olde—” “don’t worry about it timmy”
was a law or civics teacher
he doesn’t even know law and probably spews lies
has massive debates with his students when they try to call him out on his shit
always tells his students they’re gonna fail his class and calls their parents whenever they fail a test just to get a kick out of it
no one likes him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
idk who else anyone wants me to do so if y’all want me to add to this just hit me up
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A short mordern!au with Arthur x Teacher!Gender neutralReader
Word Count: 1,183
“No, you gotta brush it this way!” the yelling of a child caught your ears, causing your gaze to turn towards the quarreling children.
“No-!” A young girl squealed as you walked over to the children. They were fighting over a plastic hairbrush that they were using to brush the rocking horse’s mane.
The 6-year-old boy snatched the brush off the 5-year-old girl, and your tongue immediately clicked,
“Isaac, play nice.” You told the boy who gazed up at you with large blue eyes. The girl sniffled in an attempt of a cry.
“She’s brushing the horsey wrong!”
“No, I’m not!” The two argued, causing you to softly shake your head,
“Can you show us how to brush him properly?” You asked softly, moving to kneel on the ground so that you were the same height as the children. You gave the young girl a friendly smile, “Can he show us?” She stared for a second, eyes glossed over with tears that were yet to spill. Isaac watched as Emily softly nodded her head, yes.
“You have to brush it down,” Isaac said, his hand raising as he gently brushed through the toy horse’s mane. “We gotta get all the knots out.” You watched his movements, quite surprised at the boy’s knowledge.
“Who taught you, Isaac? You’re very good.” You asked, genuinely curious. Emily gave the horse a longing glance as Isaac continued to brush the synthetic hairs.
“My daddy – he has lots of horses,” Isaac said proudly. You smiled at him, your head tilting as you brushed some hair out of your eyes. A small hand squeezed your arm to get your attention, and your eyes flicked back to Emily.
“Isaac, do you think you can let Emily try?” You asked the young boy – he looked to Emily for a few moments, his face unsure. His grip on the brush tightened for a second before he offered it to the young girl. A large smile adorned Emily’s lips as she took the brush and hopped to stand beside him. She started brushing the mane, Isaac watching carefully to make sure she did it right.
-
“Goodbye, Emily.” You smiled at the girl as she hugged you goodbye,
“I’ll miss you, Miss/Mr. Heart!” The young girl called out before running off to meet her mother who stood outside. You waved her off with a smile before turning back to the empty classroom.
Empty apart from one.
“You’re the last one, Isaac.” You said, smiling at the boy as you moved to sit down on the mat next to him. He stared at the door with big eyes – anticipating the arrival of his parent.
“Do your parents work late?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes stayed on the young lad.
“Dad does.” He answered, his eyes finally moving to meet yours. He had the same neutral expression you always saw on his features. It made you wonder about how he was at home – was he more relaxed? He always seemed content – and he usually kept to himself despite having friends in his class.
“He works on the farm and sometimes draws for people.” He boasted, his voice was always happier when he talked about his father.
“That’s a great job.” You nodded along, your eyes flicking to the door. You would usually be cleaning up the room by now, ready for the janitors, but you didn’t mind staying with the kids. Sometimes their parents would be a little late picking them up, you could understand that there were lots of reasons why.
“Mum used to be a waitress.” His voice was a bit quieter, “But then a bad man shot her when she was walking home.”
Your heart stopped for a moment before it broke for the boy sitting beside you. He was only six – yet his mother had been killed and he had to live and understand that knowledge at such a young age.
“I miss her.” He spoke quietly, a small frown on his lips but there were no tears in his blue eyes. He’d already accepted the fact that she was gone, and he’d done his mourning, which only made your heart hurt more. He was so young.
You reached an arm out, pulling him closer in a hug,
“Aw, honey,” You started, blinking back your own tears from the revelation. “She would be happy to see what a smart young man you are.” A small smile graced his lips.
The two of you spoke for a few minutes more – he told you about the horses and how he helped his father look after them. He also told you about how his dad would always embarrass himself in front of ladies which always made him laugh, you couldn’t help but giggle along with him.
A firm knocking interrupted your conversation, and you got up quickly to answer what must have been Isaac’s father, Isaac slowly following suit. You recognized the sight of his father, he looked a bit disheveled and out of breath, as if he’d rushed to get to the school and pick up his son,
“Mr. Morgan,” You smiled politely, opening the door for the man and letting him inside.
“I am so sorry I’m late, Miss/Mr-“ He stopped his words once he realized he’d forgotten your name. An embarrassed look adorned his face as he let out a sigh of frustration at himself,
“Heart,” You smiled charmingly, offering your hand in a joking manner as if it was your first meeting with the man, “Y/N Heart.”
“Please, just call me, Y/N.” Your smile turned soft as your engaging eyes met his.
He appreciated your forgiving nature, taking your hand in his. His rough calloused skin gripped your softer touch in a firm handshake, “Miss/Mr. Heart, what a lovely name.” The compliment caused your cheeks to tinge a soft red, but the man hardly had time to notice before Isaac was rushing out and hugging him,
“Daddy! You were late.” The young boy whined to his father who only chuckled in response. He picked Isaac up easily, holding him at his side and shooting you a warm smile.
“Thanks for taking care of ‘em, Y/N.” He spoke, a charming air surrounded his rough voice.
“Until tomorrow, Mr. Morgan-“
“Arthur,” He interrupted, but you didn’t mind one bit, your smile only growing wider at his response.
“Arthur.” You repeated, hand on the door as he started to move away,
“Goodbye, Miss/Mr. Heart.” Isaac called out as his father let him down, their hands locking as they walked,
“See you tomorrow, Isaac.” You answered him with a small laugh. He looked like a younger, much smaller version of his father, and you couldn’t help but admire the way they seemed to be so alike.
Arthur glanced back at you, mouthing another ‘goodbye’, you shot him a short wave before he turned back to his son and asked him how his day had been.
You shut the door, your back leaning against it for a moment as you gazed out the messy room. A small fluttering in your chest.
No better solution to my insomnia than fantasizing about falling asleep beside these cowboys <3
What falling asleep beside _______ is like?
Arthur
Feels like when you return home after days of being in the road. It’s that feeling of when you are finally where you are supposed to. The familiar smell, the warmth… even the way you two fit together brings relief of the homesickness.
Sean
Feels like the satisfaction you get when you complete a puzzle. After twisting and turning, you two finally find a comfortable position for both of you. It’s probably an unusual one, but with his arms around you, it gets so cozy. You won’t fall asleep before he gets the chance to plant a kiss on the top of your head.
Javier
Feels like a promise. It gets so easy to let your worries fade and focus on his sturdy body against yours. Javier’s caresses are so soft and yet passionate you forget for a minute where you are. With him by your side, you know that everything is alright.
I Love You Like An Alcoholic | Low Honor!Arthur Morgan x Gender neutral!reader
Warning: Smut, harsh Arthur
Note: This takes place in the modern world, but it doesn’t tie in too much.
This was just a quick little one-shot inspired by the song ‘I Love You Like An Alcoholic’ by the Taxpayers.
Word Count: 1,504
NSFW - 18+
“We’re closed.”
The heavy-knocking on the locked bar door stopped immediately, causing the young vixen’s eyes to roll in Their pretty little head. you took hold of your coat, throwing it over the revealing outfit. you didn’t enjoy this job, and you missed the old diner - at least the outfits were less skimpy there. But you needed the money, and the bar was a good excuse for Dutch to host his meetings, especially if you could lock up while they had their discussions.
You left out the backdoor, zipping your coat up and brushing some hair out of your face. Your make up was slightly smeared and smudged from the long twelve-hour shift you had just worked. Your body ached to get home - and the platform shoes hurt your feet. You checked your bag for all your belongings before finally locking up completely and it was like a dream come true when you were finally able to walk away from the damned hell house.
You’d had far too many negative experiences in that bar for it to be a comfortable place - but Dutch insisted that you worked there. And if Dutch insists, then there’s no getting out of it, you’d had to learn that the hard way. The streets of Annesburg tormented you - the rundown mining town was a sheer reminder of just how far they had come.
Sure - you weren’t being questioned by the gang every day and being forced to stay in a small 3x3 room. But some days you would rather that than the bar job you were forced to work. All in an effort to try and gather word on Cornwall’s business. You were tempted to go back to their hideout over in that cruddy cave and give Dutch a piece of your mind.
Your eyes caught onto another pair, and your breath caught at the sight of the man on the other end of the street. He was almost completely hidden by the shadows of the alleyway, the dim street light barely catching onto his frame. His cold irises stared into yours - causing a chill to run down your spine even with their distance. You watched as he brought a cigarette to his lips, quickly followed by his lighter.
Your body felt compelled as you crossed the street and made your way over to him, his eyes following your every movement.
“Arthur Morgan,” You mused, the words falling off your tongue as if they were an old nursery rhyme. He took a long drag of his cigar before exhaling the smoke. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You were trying your hardest not reveal your joy. You shouldn’t have been so happy to see him there. Not with his endless playing of your heart - but you couldn’t stay away.
And he couldn’t stay away from you either.
“A lot’s happened.” His voice was just as deep and rough as your memory portrayed him to be. Yet his words were vague, causing a small frown to grace your plump lips. “I just needed to see you.” He sounded almost vulnerable, but the wolf of a man didn’t let the emotion last. He quickly covered it up with another puff of his smoke before flicking it onto the street and flicking his head towards the dark alley. He turned away and started walking down it, expecting you to follow, and like an obedient dog, you did.
He stepped behind the large dumpster, and before you could comprehend it, he was pulling you to him and pinning you against the wall. His lips crashed onto yours and the strong taste of cigars and whiskey was nostalgic. You kissed back just as eager, Arthur’s hands roaming your body.
“Arthur-” You tried through his kisses, but Arthur just kissed you harder. It was his own way of telling you that he needed this, and you being a lovesick fool, you were more than happy to oblige.
His tongue fought against your lips, forcing his way into your mouth. Your kissing was quick and sloppy, and you couldn’t help but quietly moan into his mouth, earning a grunt from Arthur.
His fingers took hold of your zipper, pulling it down and breaking it off. His cold hands roamed under your shirt - causing you to squeak as they warmed themselves on your warm skin.
This quick - lust filled fun was like a little routine for the two of you, and you knew far too well what was about to happen next when Arthur began to grind up against you. Your right leg was hooked around his waist and your arms were wrapped firmly around his neck.
His fingers moved down to your shorts, pushing the black fabric down your thighs and revealing the lace underwear beneath.
“Were you meetin’ someone tonight?” Arthur’s voice was low and husky, yet filled with amusement as he teased you. Your cheeks burned red in the dark alleyway - your head shaking slightly as you let out a huff of breath.
“No-” you started, but Arthur’s chuckling cut you off. He smirked at you, his piercing pupils burning into yours, but you refused to meet his gaze out of embarrassment.
“I’m just messin’.” He chided, still just as amused as before. He was quick to get back to work, his fingers pulled them down just enough to give him access.
Your lips felt cold with the absence of his, so you pulled him back to you. Arthur grunted against your lips, but he kissed you back with a matched hunger. His fingers brushed against your slit and you couldn’t help but gasp at his cold touch. Arthur grumbled something under his breath before he took his neckerchief out of his pocket and stuffed it into your mouth.
You let out a surprised noise, about to argue against the gag - until he pushed his length into you, causing your knees to shake and a muffled groan to leave your lips. Arthur barely gave you any time to adjust, however, and quickly began pistoning into you. you suddenly understood the use of the neckerchief as a gag as a flurry of moans left you - all silenced by the makeshift gag.
Arthur’s hand braced himself on the wall beside you, his other hand hooking under your thigh and raising your leg higher as he pulled deeper into you. His thrusts were quick and hard - eager to get this done and over with, to just release the stress he had built up.
His quick movements had you coming in minutes, your loud moans were all muffled, but they were still like music to Arthur’s ears.
He pulled out quickly, turning you around and bending you over, your hands braced against the wall as he started fucking you from behind. Grunts left his lips, just loud enough to quietly echo through the deserted alley.
His quick movements let you ride out your short high - but the overstimulation was quickly catching up to you, causing you to scream out in ecstasy - yet your noises were all silenced by the neckerchief.
Arthur’s thrusts became sloppy, his grip on your waist tightening as he buried himself deep inside of your hole, causing both the both of you to let out long moans of pleasure. Arthur buried his seed deep inside of you, his hand reaching up to wipe some sweat from his forehead.
He caught his breath, but your breathing was still erratic as he pulled his length out of you, causing your legs to shake and almost buckle from the experience. Arthur pulled you to stand, steadying you against himself as he reached to take the makeshift gag from your mouth - a trail of saliva hung onto it as he stuffed it back into his pocket without a care.
“God...” you whispered, reaching down to pull your underwear back up, the feeling of his warm seed dripping out of you was a sheer reminder of what had just occurred.
“I’ll see you back at camp,” Arthur grunted as he finished buttoning up his pants, a lit cigarette was quickly placed between his lips once more. your eyes followed him as he shot you a wink before moving to leave the alleyway. He was always quick to leave, causing a small frown to grace your plump lips once more.
You stayed leaned against the wall, even more of a mess than you were before. Your heart yearned after him - but you had to accept that this was just how it was between the two of you. This was how it had been for three years now after all - you should be used to it.
But you were stupid and you had ended up catching feelings for the outlaw, like a lamb in a wolf’s trap. You were forever destined to be his prey, to forever be hunted by the wolf that was Arthur Morgan.
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