teachers au? where marauders + lily all work at the same school? just an idea after reading ur camp au. love ur writing lots, ur super talented x
sirius keeps making fun of james for being That English Teacher™ that makes everyone read the book because ‘sixteen year old prongs would fuckin hate you mate’
lily has pot plants on her desk but they’re always dying
it’s a school meme how often remus hits his head on low doorways
james and lily frequently argue about who has the best class while standing over their stove eating rice out of the pot
remus teaches history and james spends half his time trying to convince him to take a lunch break
someone keeps stealing james’ whiteboard markers and putting them in the photocopier and hes sure its sirius but its actually lily
peter is the I.T guy who never knows whats wrong with the internet
lily has to put a dollar in the jar every time she says how much she loves graph paper and the money goes towards, as the label says, ‘getting sirius a haircut or maybe moony a sense of style’
they all eat together in the staffroom but remus wont share his tic-tacs and james is the only one who can make lily’s tea right
Sirius is that weird substitute that you think you won’t have to do anything with and then you’re in chemistry with goggles on while he tells you to shut your eyes because this wasn’t on the instruction sheet but he did see it on mythbusters once
lily keeps going in really close to james’ face like shes going to kiss him and then at the last minute just whips out a calculator and whispers ‘embrace maths’
sirius keeps coming to remus’ class dressed as historical figures even though remus literally never asked
for their anniversary james gets a lily a bouquet of rulers and puts them in water and she stares at them forever when she walks into the kitchen. no boy has ever been as sweet as hers.
the carpet in lily’s classroom reaks of canola oil because of a terrible sirius prank that peter doesn’t let them talk about
remus hates highlighters for some reason so naturally every year james buys him an industrial pack of 200 for his birthday
sirius isn’t allowed to speak at school assemblies anymore ever since he blasted ‘gasolina’ while Al Gore’s climate change documentary silently played on the projector and no one could figure out how to turn it off
lily reads the great gatsby for james and hates every minute of it and she reminds him of this when they’re in bed and he’s hogging the covers
‘listen here bitchman i read that fucking piece of romantised toilet paper for you so give me back my fucking sheet’
Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)
Word Count: 3000ish
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.
He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.
Killers need to kill. It’s surprising how many writers ignore this very specific and important piece of the ones they claim are killers, heartless or not. Sometimes, there’s a difference between the character we describe in the text and the actions the character takes. An author can tell me over and over that a character is a deadly and dangerous person who strikes ruthlessly without mercy, but if they don’t behave that way in the actual story then I’m not going to buy it.
Show versus tell: the difference between who the author says the character is and the actions the character takes in the story. Especially if the actions counteract the description. Now, you do have characters who lie, characters who misrepresent themselves, characters who say one thing and do another, but these are not the characters we’re talking about. This is about ensuring that you, the author, know the character you are writing. Unless you’re hiding their habits, let us glimpse the worst they’re capable of.
Monster. I could tell Jackson I was a monster, but he wouldn’t believe me. He saw a strawberry blonde, five feet eleven inches. A waitress, a Pilates nut, not a murderer. The nasty scar across my slim waist that I’d earned when I was ten? He thought I’d gotten it from a mugging at twenty one. Just as a natural layer of womanly fat hid away years of physical conditioning, I hid myself behind long hair, perky makeup, and a closet full of costumes bought from Macy’s and Forever 21. To him, I was Grace Johnson. The woman who cuddled beside him in bed, the woman who hogged the sheets, who screamed during horror movie jump scares, the woman who forgot to change the toilet paper, who baked cookies every Saturday morning, the woman who sometimes wore the same underwear three days in a row. The woman he loved.
No, I thought as I studied his eyes. Even with a useless arm hanging at my side, elbow crushed; my nose smashed, blood coursing down from the open gash in my forehead, a bullet wound in my shoulder, Sixteen’s gun in my hand, the dining room table shattered, and his grandmother’s China scattered across the floor. He’d never believe Grace Johnson was a lie. Not until I showed him, possibly not even then. Not for many more years to come. Probably, I caught my mental shrug, if he lives.
“Grace,” Jackson said. “Please…” The phone clattered the floor, his blue eyes wide, color draining from his lips. “This isn’t you.”
Gaze locking his, I levered Sixteen’s pistol at her knee.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Morrison will take you in, he’ll fix this.” Her voice cracked, almost a sob. For us, a destroyed limb was a death sentence. Once, we swore we’d die together. Now, she can mean it. “Thirteen, if you run then there’s no going back.”
My upper lip curled. “You don’t know me.” I had no idea which one I was talking to. “You never did.”
My finger squeezed the trigger.
Sixteen grunted, blood slipping down her lip. In the doorway, Jackson screamed.
Do it and mean it. Let it be part of their character development, regardless of if which way you intend to go. In the above example, there’s a dichotomy present between the character of Thirteen and her cover Grace Johnson. There’s some question, even for the character, about which of them they are. It sets up a beginning of growth for the character as she runs, but it also fails to answer what will be the central question in the story: who am I? Which way will I jump?
If Thirteen doesn’t kill Sixteen, if the scene answers the question at the beginning then why would you need to read the story?
Below the cut, we’ll talk about some ways to show their struggles.
Hi! You seem to enjoy cute asks, how about RFA/V/Saeran sharing bed with MC for the firstest time? First is always special; will they be super nervous and self-conscious? Spend a sleepless night afraid their love might stop breathing? (happened to me once!) Or just immediately relax and cuddle all night? Hog the blanket? Or would there be instant passion? But definitely MC won't take "i'll sleep on the couch" for an answer!
A/N: This is so cute i do enjoy cute thANK YOU (mainly because I can’t do angst i kinda just…. *slowly slides the angst inboxes to 626*) ~Admin 404
cRYING I LOVE THINKING ABOUT SLEEPING WITH V THANK U NONNIE ~ Admin 626
*YOOSUNG: -EXCITED AS ALL HELL HE’S NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE YES MC COME HERE -He’d be pretty self-conscious about moving or snoring or something -WHAT IF HE DROOLS ON MC OMG N O -He’s so scared and tries to stay awake -But that doesn’t work out, he falls asleep pretty quickly -BLANKET HOG -He likes to roll himself up into a blanket burrito and subconsciously forgets that you’re in bed with him -It’s like fighting to the death to get into that blanket burrito just so you don’t freeze -He’s used to cuddling a smaller stuffed animal, so he isn’t used to the fact that you’re a normal sized person -You end up being the big spoon but that’s okay because he’s such a cutie omg
*JUMIN: -Cool Calm Collected™ -Until it acTUALLY CAME TO IT *Internal screaming* -He holds you close and absolutely loves the feel of you there -You’re like a little heater and just WOW laying with you is way different than laying with Elizabeth -But he just cannot sleep? No matter how hard he tries? -He’s tried counting sheep, focusing on his breathing, focusing on YOUR breathing, but nothing worked out -Gave up and accepted that he wasn’t going to sleep that night, he’ll have to drink a lot more coffee in the morning than usual -It’s just what he’s used to, so it’s really hard to get comfortable enough to sleep -He couldn’t help but admire how cute you looked when you were asleep, he couldn’t look away (though sometimes he forced himself too because wow jumin that’s a lil creepy stop that) -Never once let you go though. If it seemed like you were waking up in the middle of the night, he’d hold you closer and internally freak out. He wanted you to have a perfect night’s sleep! Waking up would ruin that! HIS DARLING MC NEEDS TO SLEEP EVEN IF HE CAN’T
*SAEYOUNG: -Immediately falls asleep -He has no problems sharing a bed -He snores a little bit but it’s sooooo cute omg -Rolls over and cuddles you as close as you can get to his chest -Nuzzles his face against the top of your head and he’s just aDORABLE - honestly he’s just glad he didn’t have any nightmares this time -But he’s SUCH A BED HOG -You wake up because??? Your ass hit the floor -AND HE DIDN’T WAKE UP. HOW DID THE LOUD ASS THUNK NOT WAKE HIM UP???? -You throw yourself across him just so you can lay down and attempt to sleep and he just doesn’t move. He gets a good night’s sleep but you’re left strung across him, uncovered, annoyed
*SAERAN: -He really didn’t want to because he’s very uncomfortable -But he’ll give it a shot, just for you -Absolutely no sleep at all (poor bby ;A;) -What if you stopped breathing? What if something happened in your sleep? WhaT IF - pls calm down saeran and just sleep -He does like holding you though, won’t admit it, but he does -When you put his head to your chest, hoLY SHIT -He’s calmed down by the sound of your heartbeat cutie cutie -Always makes sure you’re covered, comfortable, not too hot, not too cold -Likes to drag his fingertips up and down your spine but if you make any sort of movement he practically throws himself away from you because he’s embarrassed
*ZEN - hE’S SO HAPPY - but also really nervous??? - what if the beast
comes out wHAT WILL HE DO - he obviously wouldn’t do anything but still - but all the nervousness goes away once he sees how sleepy
you are - oMFG YOU’RE ADORABLE IN UR PAJAMAS - totally not staring at ur legs - and you find out Zen is a HUGE snuggler - you should have known this??? - like he’s so affectionate when he’s awake, it just makes
sense for him to treat u like a teddy??? - you’re dying cause he’s like a furnace and u jUST WANNA
SLEEP but you can’t wake him up he’s so adorable - since this your first time ever, of course he’s gonna be
extra dramatic - when he wakes up, he’s gonna stare at u cause ur gorgeous even
with all the drool - he showers you in kisses omg - he just spends the morning spoiling you cause you’re his
*JAEHEE - the first time you guys share the bed it’s totally an
accident??? - usually after you two do the diddly do, you end up going
home because you don’t have enough stuff at jaehee’s to stay over - but over time all of your stuff magically started to
collect at her place - hell, the closet is is 75% yours - so one night after the frick frack, you’re just chilling
in bed with her, she’s drawing imaginary designs on you - and you’re both so exhausted from work that you just fall
asleep - when you wake up in the morning, you find her snuggled up
to her pillow and you burst out giggling - you quiet yourself down though because you don’t wanna
wake her up yet <3 - since she finally has a day off, you wanna let her sleep
in and yOU’RE GONNA TREAT HER LIKE A PRINCESS TODAY - you finally get up and make breakfast for two <3
*V - you and V take naps together all the time - it’s like a hobby for u two - so you thought sharing the bed the first time together
wouldn’t be a big deal - except you find yourself freaking out??? - he’s gonna see you
when you wake up in the morning and you’ll look so ugly omg - so you do everything you can to make sure you wont look to
bad in the morning - you use expensive perfume, you wear silk pajamas, you
moisturize the heck out of your skin - and when V walks in, you feel so ridiculous omg - he’s just wearing normal pajamas, his hair is messy - he knows he’s gonna look like a hot mess when he wakes up,
he aint about to try - when he sees you, his eyes widen cause damn u lookin fine,
but he laughs because he knows exactly how ridiculous your thoughts must have
been for u to do this - so he just hugs you and you both go to bed and snuggle the
heck out of each other <3 - you totally don’t set an alarm to wake up before him - he also didn’t do the same exact thing
Natsu blinked up at Lucy, both having spoken over the other. Natsu had started when he felt the bed dip behind him, and now he was faced with the sight of Lucy bathed in moonlight from the open inn’s window, one knee on the bed. In his shirt.
He swallows thickly around his suddenly dry mouth and fat tongue, mind processing Lucy in his shirt. Her chest stretched it out when the fabric sat tight across it, but it swam around the rest of her body and hung loose of her shoulders in ways that tempted Natsu’s eyes to move in ways that went from ‘friend’ to ‘creep any normal girl would rather sleep on the floor than be within five feet of’. He finally drew his attention away from things he was not supposed to be focused on, watching her blush and fidget above him in embarrassed agitation.
“W-well, if someone hadn’t of burned my bag I’d have more clothes to wear to bed, wouldn’t I?” Lucy spat. Her cheeks puffed out in the way they did when she was anger with him, but not angry enough to throw a book.
“Well if someone hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to play with baby farres then I wouldn’t have needed to use my magic at all!” he defended, smiling widely when he watched her pout further. She knew he was winning, and Natsu could imagine her stamping her foot in irritation. He’d seen her do it once too. She was adorable when she was angry with him.
“Just shut up and quit hogging the bed.” Lucy grumbled. Natsu smirked as he scooted over, lifting the thin blanket for her to slide under.
“Not my fault they were so fluffy.” Lucy mumbled under her breath. Oh, she was so silly, forgetting about Natsu’s sensitive hearing.
“And was the mommy farre fluffy?” he asked, innocently. He snickered when she stiffened, back turned to him.
“Shut up,” Lucy repeated sourly. She yanked the blanket tighter around her, Natsu rolling his eyes. As if he needed a blanket to keep warm. long minutes of silence passed then, Natsu narrowing his eyes when he watched a soft shiver trail through Lucy’s body, curled in the blanket as she was. Realization dawned on him that it was the cold that had spurred Lucy’s blanket stealing, rather than pettiness. Okay, maybe 75% cold, 25% petty. But still, too high of discomfort for Natsu to allow when he had an easy solution.
Natsu wrapped his arm around Lucy’s middle, pulling her body flush to his. He ignored her soft yelp as he focused his magic to his skin, warming her and the air around them. Natsu smiled when she relaxed against him, even pressing back into his hold as her body chased the heat that he offered.And to think, Lucy had nearly chocked when Natsu had accepted the single bed room from the innkeeper!
“Better?” he asked, voice lower than he meant to be. He cleared his throat awkwardly, focusing on the honey and lavender scent that surrounded him, his nose pressing into Lucy’s hair as he took a deep inhale. Lucy shivered in his arms again, and Natsu furrowed his brow. She should be nice and toasty in his embrace, so why was the cold still bothering her?
“Yeah,” Lucy rasps, and Natsu has to repress his own shiver at what he voice does to him. Now was not the time for unwanted advances, and Natsu would rather be well rested without a fucked up neck from sleeping on wooden floorboards for their mission tomorrow. “Thank you, Natsu.”
Natsu swallowed thickly again, grunting in acknowledgment, not trusting his voice to be the right pitch. He squeezed her hand when he felt her fingers tangle with him. Natsu ducked his head further into her crook of her neck, grinning against her silky hair when he heard her gentle snores and felt her breathing even out, back expanding steadily into his chest. Natsu too found his way to sleep, curled tight against Lucy and sharing his fire with her. He knew the one bed would come in handy.
otp drabble: 9- “why are you awake right now?” & 40-“you’re a blanket hog!”
you roll over in your sleep trying to get yourself into some sort of slumber but the soft snores and the cold nibbling at your exposed skin was enough to keep you wide awake.
a sigh tumbles from your lips and as if on queue your boyfriend had woken up from his soft sleep, he mumbles something before moving closer to you his eyes barley open.
“why are you awake right now” he rasped his voice making you feel weak “i can’t sleep” you whisper back moving closer to him your hands touching his warm chest.
“holy f*ck your hands are freezing” he complains grabbing at your hands and bringing them up to his mouth, his breathe warming them.
“i wouldn’t be if you shared the blanket!” i retort playfully placing my cold hands on his neck, he squirms under my touch “hmm?” he muses his eyes groggy.
“you’re a blanket hog!” i sulk popping out my bottom lip, he creases his eyebrows together “no im not” he replies grumpily moving closer to you so his head was resting on your chest.
“baby you so are” you giggling running your hands through his bed hair “no im not” he argues his words muffled as he burries his head into my chest.
i giggle under his touch and use this as an opportunity to pull the blankets back over to my side of the bed, “thats better” i mumble trying to calm myself into a sleep.
it was going well until coles cold hands were dragging up under your t-shirt “cole” you mumble trying to trap his hand underneath letting him know that now wasn’t the time for such behaviour.
“c'mon baby you woke me up” he sulks nibbling on my neck, earning a slight moan from myself “no cole you woke up because you stole all the blankets!!” i state closing my eyes under the pleasure my boyfriend was giving me right this moment.
“fine ill just take my blankets and go to sleep” he reports wrapping himself up like a burrito leaving me fully exposed to the cool night air.
cole i squeak trying to pull the covers back over my bare legs, he doesn’t budge and even goes as far as to pretending he was asleep.
“well i guess i better change into something warmer” i announce aloud hoping he’d snap out of it, i move myself away from the bed and over to my dressers.
“can’t be wearing just my underwear if it’s this cold-” my sentence is cut off when i feel warm hands wrap around my waist pulling me back into my bed
“i can’t let you do that” he breathes sucking harshly at my neck as he pulls the blanket back over to two of us “better princess?” he asks he’s hands trailing down to my ass resting there whsilt i move onto his chest
“you’re welcome” he comments sarcastically as you close your eyes “you’re a bed hog” i reply giggling to myself as he places a little kiss on my forehead.
“whatever” he replies tracing patterns on my back as i finally drift off into a deep sleep enveloped by warmness and the steady breathes of my gorgeous boyfriend.