snowrose.

any pronouns. 20. undiagnosed but peer reviewed.

[drsnowrose]

we do not support JKR.

[falllpoutboy]

in addition to my meta from last night, omfg not the similar head in hands pose saved for only romantic love interests 🤭

[silkwhim]

fun phenomenon

[molabuddy]

^ guy drowning in blood

[podcastwizard]

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

you people aren't CASTING

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

NO

[whenmemorydies]

Neither Sinners or The Bear (in particular Ayo Edebiri, who was phenomenal in S4) being appropriately awarded at the Golden Globes is indicative of the quality of these works. It’s reflective of an industry that refuses to cede ground to film and TV that:

exposes how insidiously white supremacist capitalist patriarchy shows up in the creative arts (which includes the culinary arts), in workplaces (like the juke joint), in families and in communities;

frankly interrogates whiteness and assimilation; and

turns the mirror on white folks to show how those forces possess, distort and destroy them too (whiteness as vampirism in Sinners, Carmy’s descent in S3 of The Bear).

I said what I said.

[whenmemorydies]

/insert whatever award show is up next.

These folks continue to be racist as hell and continue to fumble the ball when it comes to reflecting on their own complicity with institutional racism.

[papirouge]

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

[slowburnsucker]

really obsessed with syd asking for some more space and carmy being like “oh yeah of course” but only moving over two inches LMAO

[juniper-is-in-the-house]

He’s so clingy he wants to live in her skin lol

[guess-whos-back]

I am all for Carmy finding a new and healthier passion but what is mans gonna do in an architecture firm.... Mr Carmen "We don't need any apples" cant do simple math Berzatto gonna do there...Nepotism is truly powerful

[anderwater]

If we're gonna invite people in our home, we are gonna look like a fucking family.

[fairestbeard]

They can make clairmy happen all they want but they'll never make clairmy happen.

[darthraven213]

Idk guys this triangle guy seems normal these eerie dreams I’ve been having are def unrelated to this dapper fellow

[novvabee]

My Brother's Bestfriend

Summary: Remus x Potter!twinReader: You and Remus have a secret relationship behind your twin brother's back

Word Count: 2.9k

CW: swearing, kissing, allusions to hooking up/fwb, nothing bad really.

The bathroom counter was so cold, biting into the backs of your thighs, so at odds with the warmth radiating off of Remus between them. Here you sat, propped next to your bathroom’s sink in your childhood home with your twin brother’s best friend gripping your waist, mouths melting together, tongues exploring each other.

You pulled away, panting and breathless, noting the mirror starting to fog from your steamy impromptu make out session. The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sounds of your breaths intertwining together and the moonlight bouncing off the tiles, illuminating the whole room and casting a blueish hue across both your faces.

“You need to get back.” you whispered, barely audible, but just enough for Remus to hear.

Remus groaned. “Just a few more minutes.” He replied before diving back in for another taste of your lips. 

The whole situation was frankly absurd, given that said brother was just down the hall, along with your parents who were asleep downstairs. 

James had invited Remus and Sirius to stay at your home after your first year together in university. The both of you decided to attend the same college, both getting a full ride scholarship, James for sports and you for academics. 

Arriving at the school, James was placed in a dorm with Sirius and Remus, clicking instantly and becoming the best of friends. You of course made friends with your dormmates as well, Lily and Mary were some of your best friends now.

And well, you don’t really remember when it started, but there was always a feeling between you and Remus. When you first met him, you thought he was incredibly attractive; tall, handsome, fit, smart. But you pushed it to the back of your head, not intending on starting anything with someone who shared a room with your brother.

That was until you knocked on their dorm room door one night late into the spring semester, just wanting to hang out with your brother and his friends, but you found that it was only Remus. James was out at practice and Sirius was out with some girl.

He told you James wasn't back yet and you apologised for disturbing him, saying you’d come back later, but he stopped you, saying that you were welcome to hang out with him until James got back.

You entered the dorm room, he ushered you to sit on his bed with him and well… after making some small talk about school and tv shows you were watching and albums you were into at the moment, the feeling took over and before you knew it, he was kissing you, and you were kissing him. It was so wrong, you knew it, but it felt so right.

From then on, you two snuck around, becoming a sort of secret friends with benefits situation, only it felt like more. It felt real, like a relationship. You two connected and bonded, talking for hours on end, mostly hiding out in your dorm room and away from James. You texted at all times of the day, you spent all your free time outside of studying and classes glued to your phone screen, blushing when his name popped up. He made you laugh and he understood you like no one else. You would call it a relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that you were hiding it. Having small moments in privacy, just in case, never going on dates, always careful about how you spent your alone time together.

And now, James insisted that his two best friends from school come and stay for the summer at yours. Not knowing that it was both a blessing and a curse; you got to see Remus everyday, hanging out all together without it being obvious, but not in the way you wanted. You wanted to be openly kissing Remus, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling on the couch during movie nights. It was torture.

You only got moments like these, stolen away and hidden with the cover of night. He would sneak over to your room each night to have some much needed one on one time with you before stalking off back to James’s room.

You knew that this wasn’t a permanent solution, that you both couldn’t continue on like this. It either had to end soon, or you had to buck up and finally tell James, because sneaking around and constantly looking over your shoulder was starting to wear on you both.

You were about to make your thoughts known when you were suddenly blinded. Remus pulled back instantly, you hissed at the sudden pain and were confused as to what just happened. You blinked a few times getting used to the brightness now enveloping the bathroom, and looked to the source of the light. 

Standing by the switch, jaw hanging open and looking mortified, stood Sirius in his pajama pants and faded tshirt. “What the fuck,” he said, his voice soft, as if he had stumbled upon a horrifying sight, something he was never supposed to see. And well, he wasn’t supposed to see this. 

You and Remus stared at him for a beat, then quickly thinking, Remus pulled him into the bathroom with you, shutting the door behind him quickly but quietly so as to not cause any more commotion. 

“What the actual fuck.” Sirius continued on stammering, the only thing he could get out was “What the fuck.” His brain was short circuiting. 

“Sirius, calm down.” you said, still trying to keep your voice down. 

“You two are some sick bastards.” Sirius spoke over you, ignoring you entirely.

“Sirius-” Remus tried but Sirius wasn’t letting either of you get a word in.

“This is incest!” Sirius declared, his horrified look on his face was met with the confused ones on yours and Remus’s.

Remus looked at you, baffled, then back to his friend. “We’re not related.” he said, motioning between you and him.

“Oh,” Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly, “so that makes it okay?”

“Well it makes it not incest.” Remus was at a loss for words for his friend in the middle of his freak out in the now overly crowded bathroom.

“Sirius, listen, you can’t tell-” you attempted to calm him down but were interrupted yet again.

“Quiet you.” He commanded.

It was your turn now to be baffled. What was happening? Did he just tell you to shut up in your own goddamn house?

“We are basically like brothers.” Sirius said, talking about the relationship between the three of the boys. “How could you?” You were rolling your eyes back into your skull. James was your actual brother.

“Listen to me,” you demanded from Sirius. He surprisingly listened, maybe because you raised your voice slightly above the whisper tone you had maintained. “James doesn’t know. And you can’t be the one to tell him.”

Sirius stood there, mouth agape. “I have to tell him,” he whined, turning to Remus, “you know I can’t keep secrets. Don’t do this to me.” 

“We’re gonna tell him,” Remus said, looking to you for confirmation. You gave him a small nod. You were gonna tell him, preferably much, much later down the road, but now with Sirius in the know, there had to be a change of plans and those plans all now rested on Sirius ‘Can’t-Keep-His-Mouth-Shut’ Black.

And thus began your attempts at trying to make James realize something was up without coming outright and telling him.

Little did you know, your brother was quite oblivious to this sort of thing. You and Remus tried, you really did. You didn’t think you were being subtle in the slightest. 

In the mornings, after the boys would emerge from James’s room that they were all sharing, Remus would sit in the spot next to you at the breakfast table. He poured you and only you orange juice, saved you the pancakes with the most chocolate chips, gave you the freshest pieces of fruit onto your plate. And while this was lovely and thoughtful of him, you were gonna have to step it up if you wanted James to notice, these acts were just normal, gentlemanly things that Remus would seemingly do otherwise. 

When the four of you walked down to the nearby town, heading to grab snacks for a movie night, Remus wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side as you walked along the cobblestone roads. Sirius eyed the two of you, noting it but saying nothing. James did notice however, a little after you arrived in town.

“I told you to wear a jacket.” He stated, rolling his eyes and unzipping the red jacket he wore, throwing it to you. “You don’t have to pester Moony to keep you warm, you know.” He then turned and walked in front of you with Sirius, leading the way to the store.

Your palm met your forehead and you carried the jacket in your arms the whole way back to your house.

The next attempt was more scandalous, you cozied up to Remus on the sofa in front of your tv, ready to watch the movies you had picked out earlier and eat the snacks you set out to grab just hours before. Remus sat with his arm around you, resting on the back of the couch. You curled up next to him and made yourself comfortable, so close, all but crawling into his lap. 

Just as you reached for a blanket to keep you warm throughout the night, James’s hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you off the couch, your body hitting the carpeted floor below. 

“James, what the hell!” you yelped, rubbing where your shoulder collided with the ground.

“You were in my spot.” he said, casually taking your place next to Remus, popcorn bowl in hand. 

You and James had long fought over whose spot that was on the couch since you were children, and apparently that war was still ongoing.

You looked to Remus who looked like he was trying not to laugh, rolling your eyes at the boys, huffing, then moving to the other side of the couch, the place you often had to sit when James won the battle for the middle seat, just as he had now. 

The next small act was when the four of you were getting ready for bed, fighting for room in the bathroom to brush your teeth. It was a mess of limbs bumping into one another and shoving to get to spit in the sink. 

You threatened to spit on Sirius if he didn’t move out of the way and stop gawking at himself in the mirror.

To think, you and Remus were making out on this very counter just 24 hours ago and your brother was none the wiser. 

Once you were all finished and the chaos was over, you bid the boys goodnight, turning to walk down the hall to your room. Remus caught you before you could get too far. You turned to face him.

The other two boys were waiting at the end of the hallway for him, there was nothing he could do. He wanted more than anything to kiss you goodnight. Well, he really wanted to be going to bed with you.

He stood there for an awkward beat, then patted your head, ruffling your hair slightly. It may have looked like nothing, like friendly affection, but it was all you could get right now, so you would take it gladly.

“Goodnight,” He said before heading down the hall where Sirius and James waited for him. 

Sirius rolled his eyes, but you could see the confusion on James’s face. You paused before entering your room, hearing James ask “How come you don’t pet my head like that?,” as Remus sighed and closed the door. 

You laid in your bed awake for most of that night, tossing and turning and worrying about how to approach the topic with James. How would he react? Should you even tell him? Of course you should, not just because Remus is his roommate and best friend, but because you and James tell each other almost everything. You would say he was your best friend if it weren’t for the fact that he was your twin brother, you were just close. Closer than any friends or siblings, you were both.

The next day, you decided that you were going to tell him, maybe sit him down privately or something, you were kind of just playing it by ear. How else were you supposed to bring up such an awkward topic?

You had your loose plan, and thought that it would come up naturally until…

You were all playing video games together, lounging around and taunting one another as James won for the fourth time in a row in Mario Kart.

You sighed as they paused the game, standing and walking to the kitchen for a drink and maybe a snack. You announced as much to the boys, James and Sirius just waved you off, but Remus called after you.

“Oh can you grab me one too, baby?”

You paused, turning slowly toward Remus. Remus grimaced, tension thick in the air as both Sirius and James both fell silent.

“Baby?,” James aksed, his brows knit together and a confused smile plastered on his face. “Why are you calling her ‘baby’?”

Jesus Christ. This was not how you wanted to deal with this situation but oh well, here we go. You opened your mouth to speak, but the voice that filled the air was not yours.

“BECAUSE THEY'RE DATING!” Sirius yelped, then instantly covering his mouth. The room fell silent again, tension overflowing.

James thought it was a joke at first, but then neither you nor Remus were laughing and neither of you were denying it, just looking at each other wide eyed. He looked between the both of you, and then to Sirius who looked horrified that he just said that out loud. As he should be, you knew where he was sleeping for the foreseeable future and he was going to have to atone for this.

“Wait what? Is that true?” James asked cautiously.

“Yes…” Remus said, testing the waters looking up at the ceiling to avoid James's burning gaze.

It only took a moment before James was speaking again, thinking for a beat as to what to say and how to react. “My sister?,” he said, voice raising a bit. Not good. “My sister, what?”

James didn’t know what to do, and you didn't either, you didn’t know if you should ease the situation or maybe lie about it not being true just so that James wouldn’t freak out.

“And you,” James said, turning his attention to you now, “you just had to go for my roommate?” He started pacing, hands threading through his messy hair. “You know there's like a thousand other guys on campus you could have gone for but my roommate-”

“James is dating Lily!” Sirius blurted out once again.

You paused. Both you and Remus turned to Sirius, James standing with his mouth hanging open, cut off mid sentence to be betrayed by his best friend.

You stood there smug, arms crossing over your chest. James the one avoiding eye contact now. 

“Oh, my roommate huh?,” You asked condescendingly, that asshole just tried scolding you for something he too was doing; dating a roommate of their twin’s. “You wanna keep lecturing me now or do you wanna shut your mouth?”

“This is completely different.” He countered. How wrong he was, it was quite literally the exact same thing.

“Is not!” you shot back, falling into an argument that sounded a lot like the ones you had growing up with him.

James shook his head, pointing at Remus, trying to turn the attention back on the two of you and take the heat off of him. “No, no. We are circling back to you dating my little sister.” Remus put his hands up in defence.

“By five minutes!” you argued, your voice the one rising now. You were fully ready, fully intent on standing your ground and arguing with your brother, but before you could continue on, Sirius interrupted yet again.

“I’M DATING MARY!” he shouted. He obviously was uncomfortable in this situation.

You all three looked at Sirius baffled. You looked at James, all the fighting shocked out of both of you. What the hell was actually going on right now?

“I told you I can't keep all these secrets,” Sirius whined, hands coming to hide his face, “I thought my head was gonna explode.”

“Ok fine,” you started, sighing, “I won't say anything about you and Lily, if you don't say anything about me and Remus, deal?” 

James thought for a moment, internal battle obvious on his features. “Deal.” he huffed.

Sirius sighed in relief, relaxing back in his seat. “Good, all is right in the world.”

“You really are shit at keeping secrets.” Remus laughed.

“Hey!” he chuckled himself, “I had too many to keep and I felt bad about spilling yours, so I had to even it out by spilling James’s as well. And then I panicked and spilled mine.”

How very strange, one of your roommates is dating your brother whose roommate is dating you and both you and your brother's other roommates are dating each other. This confusing web is going to have to be left alone for now. You’re just glad James didn’t overreact. Well, not too bad anyways.

“So you’re dating Mary?” You asked calmly to Sirius who smirked and nodded. You grabbed a nearby throw pillow and chucked it at him, it hit directly on target and bounced off onto the ground.

“Oi! What the hell!” he yelled.

“Oh but it was basically incest when I was kissing Remus!” You yelled back.

James perked up at this revelation. “KISSING!? YOU WERE KISSING MY SISTER!?”

this is so stupid and cute. also this is taken from that scene in derry girls when michelle catches erin and james. kissing, i just though it was fitting.

[theodoresgf]

our last summer – remus lupin

author’s note: based on abba's "our last summer" (specifically the mamma mia version, though.) remus, my beloved! wanted to write more about him and im having majorrrr summer cornwall ‘77 longing rn. remus’s backstory (briefly talked abt in the beginning) is based on his character in the cadence of part time poets (creds to @motswolo)!! also thank you so so so much for the love on photobooth clichés – james potter !!!! enjoy xooxox.

wc: 1568

cw: all fluff! yearning remus <3. friends to lovers. 

remus usually spends his summers wandering the familiar streets of london’s east end. he’ll peruse the shops, usually in search of new music that he could listen to on the record player he doesn’t own. his favorite pastime is sitting at the park, reading or people watching as he indulges in one, two, maybe three cigarettes. from there he’ll usually pop into a corner store for lunch, a fruitless attempt to fill out his lanky frame. late evenings fade into mornings, days fade into weeks, and weeks fade into months. soon enough, summer holiday is over and school is back in session. remus has always liked school; the dependability and structure that it provides a far cry from how he spends the warmer months. he’s good at it, too–at least according to his friends.  

above all, he likes school because gets to see you. 

he doesn’t know when his thing for you developed, but he can’t remember a time where he didn’t want to be in your presence 24/7. you two would keep in contact over the holidays, sending letters and having the occasional phone call. but it was never enough for him, not nearly. he missed hearing your laugh, missed seeing your face in the corridors and the common room. he missed that feeling in his stomach when you would sit down on the couch and your shoulders would brush against each other’s–even better when you’d let it stay like that. his imagination could only conjure up so much, and by the end of the summer he would return to school a man starved of your attention. 

so, when it was decided that you would spend the first two weeks of summer in cornwall, he was over the moon. sure, camping–and the outdoors in general–wasn’t exactly his first choice of fun, but you were there. 

along with your six other friends. 

he’s not upset that they’re coming, but he is anticipating the inevitable humiliation ritual from them when it comes to all matters you related. everyone except you knows of his feelings, it seems. and between james’s wolf whistles and sirius’s snide remarks…it will be a long fourteen days.

“how the hell did you do that so quickly?” james asks, staring at your’s and lily’s perfectly assembled tent. 

“we read the instructions?” you deadpan, chuckling.

“i told you that piece of paper was useful!” james cries, running his hands through his hair in frustration. 

“how was i supposed to know?” sirius replies coolly. he has a cigarette between his fingers, sitting with his legs crossed on the grass. he doesn’t look like he plans on moving anytime soon. 

“what else would it have been?!” peter groans. 

remus returns from his trip to the loo, unsurprised to see that the tent is still in a pile on the ground. you wave. he smiles, and everyone shares a knowing look. 

“you plan on wearing anything other than grandpa sweaters? it is june, y’know,” you tease, tugging at the sleeve of his wool jumper. 

“yes, i do, thank you very much.” he rolls up his sleeves, already regretting his fashion choice.

“already trying to get him naked?” sirius coos from over the way, making everyone but you and remus laugh. instead, both of your faces go beet red. remus shoots the boy a glare, but it’s no use. not even the iciest of glances could ever make him take the matter of you and remus seriously. 

other than the tent debacle, the rest of the day goes by perfectly. you spent the afternoon swimming with lily, mary, and marlene, surely getting a sunburn that you’ll pay for for the next two weeks. you can already hear lily’s voice: i told you to wear sunscreen!

“what’cha readin’?” remus turns around to find james behind him, laying his towel down in the sand. 

“don’t start right now,” remus grumbles, knowing why his friend is here. “you already tortured me enough earlier.”

james holds his hands up in innocence. “oi, that was sirius! i didn’t say a peep!” he claims. “but…”

“oh, christ. here we go.” he rolls his eyes and snaps his book shut. 

“just hear me out, alright? i’m not saying this is the perfect place to tell her, but i’m not sure when you’re gonna get another chance. she feels the same way, moony. just make a move, or she’s gonna find someone else,” james advises earnestly. that’s the thing about james, remus has realized: he can switch from the class clown to the wise one in a matter of seconds.

“what d’you mean, she’ll find someone else?” remus asks, insecurity seeping into his voice. he can already envision it: you slipping through his fingers, finding someone else because he couldn’t find the confidence to just say something. 

“hold on, hold on–” james grabs his friend’s shoulders, grounding him. “don’t spiral, alright? you haven’t blown it. yet.”

“that makes me feel a whole lot better, cheers.”

“fine. if you want to be a dick–”

“no,” remus interjects. “sorry. just–erm. how d’you know that she feels the same way?” he whispers timidly. 

“i just do. she’s not exactly subtle about it. i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

james’s words are still rattling in remus’s brain the next evening. it’s late, nearly eleven, and everyone is long asleep. perhaps the beers might’ve had something to do with everyone’s drowsiness. but remus’s mind is wide awake, as per usual. he seldom gets the privilege of a good night’s sleep, usually averaging five hours. 

“can’t sleep?” you ask quietly, tip-toeing out of your tent. 

his head immediately perks up at the familiar sound of your voice; the one he is absolutely in love with. 

“don’t sound surprised,” he chuckles. “c’mere, sit.” he pats the spot on the grass next to him, which you happily take. your shoulders touch, and he feels his face burn.

“this is a perfect summer,” you decide, your words a soft murmur along with the chirps of crickets and the lapping waves. you’re both comfortably tipsy by now, which is making the words flow easily. “it’s nice to see you. i like havin’ you here; it gets boring during the summer without you.”

he turns towards you, but your eyes are fixed on the stars that decorate the sky above. he’s taking in absolutely every detail: the slope of your nose, the way the moonlight dances on your face, the way the breeze dances through your hair. you look like an angel, he thinks. he hasn’t seen a more beautiful sight. 

“d’you ever think about what it’d be like if we were together in the summer?” he questions. 

“what d’you mean by together?” you face him. 

“not like together together!” he stumbles. “not–not unless you’d want that, too.”

“i want it too,” you say without hesitation. 

emboldened by your words, he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together. he’s expecting you to laugh, to sweetly shut down his advances. because you’d never say anything truly cruel to him; it’s not in your nature to be mean. remus, however, has always seemed to have an angry streak. he’s not one for confrontation–unlike james, who faces every problem head first. or sirius, who will either ice you out or explode. even peter will always talk things out when asked–the boy despises arguing with his mates. 

but remus has realized he’s unlike the other three boys. no, he keeps the problems inside, buried deep within a part of him he likes to deny exists. but it’s in moments like these, when the alcohol is making his head all fuzzy and you’re looking like an absolute dream, that those repressed feelings and yearning come to the surface. he has spent years wondering what it is about you that draws him in like a magnet, and he’s only just now realizing what it is: you’re the other piece. you talk, he listens. when you make a joke, he laughs. when you need advice, he wants to be the person to give it. he’s the moon, and you’re his sun. 

“rem?” you blink, squeezing his hand.

in one swift movement, he’s cradling the back of your head and pressing his lips into yours, hard and composed of the years of longing you’ve unintentionally put him through. for a moment, you freeze. your best friend is kissing you. and then you repeat those words back to yourself, and you’re reciprocating the kiss with just as much ferocity. 

“you kissed me,” he whispers breathlessly, forcing himself to pull away.

“you did it first!’ you giggle. a small smirk tugs on the corners of his lips, his eyes scanning over your face like you’re a work of art. and to him, you absolutely are. 

“‘had to do it before i lost the nerve. was that…was it alright?”

“more than.”

he kisses you again, laying you down on your back and hovering over you. 

 “remus? what if someone sees?” 

he hums against your lips. “if i’m being honest, i really don’t care. they all know i’ve been in love with you for ages.” he feels your face burn against his hands and a cocky smirk begins to find its way to his face. “what, you didn’t know?” he adds, sliding his hands down to your hips.

“you’re so annoying,” you grumble. 

he leans in closer. “hm. can i kiss you now?” 

you happily oblige. 

tehe this was so fun to write–lmk what u might want to see in the future too! dividers from @cursed-carmine <33

[kstar2]

I love when a fandom all agrees on a pet name that a character would call their partner, it’s like an unspoken rule

Obviously Remus lupin would call his partner Dove and OF COURSE Barty would call his partner treasure, it fits their characters so well.

And don’t get me started on Bucky Barnes and Doll

[dismalflo]

could you write a remus fic where theres a big gryffindor common room party, (for any occasion idk) and the reader gets way too drunk and touchy and remus has to take care of them? ive never seen a fic where anything like that happens so id love your take on it! remus and the reader could be in a relationship or just friends, whatever you want

ty for requesting!!! <3 Remus Lupin x reader ✩ 1k words cw: mentions of vomit

The inside of the toilet bowl is your new best friend. You’ve been staring into it for what feels like forever, too wary to move in case another wave of nausea comes crashing in. Your cheek is squished against your forearm where it's draped over the toilet seat, the porcelain cool against overheated skin. You can't bring yourself to be grossed out, you’re just happy that the dizziness you were experiencing before has ebbed. 

Too much to drink in too quick succession, you think. It’s too easy to say yes to another round when it's Lily offering or Sirius encouraging you to let your hair down or James lamenting about how you all deserve a fun night. And it was fun until the queasiness got the better of you. Those damn tropical drinks. 

There's a knock at the bathroom door that pulls you from your thoughts. The noise pounds into your head unpleasantly. 

“Some–” Your voice is hoarse, scraped raw. You clear your throat, though it's little help. “Someones ‘n here.”

Remus stands on the other side of it worried out of his mind. One second he was leaning against a wall, drink turning warm in his hand and watching you dance with Marlene. Watching might be too passive of a word. Admiring is closer. Your smile was so wide your eyes had nearly disappeared.

 He knows, rationally, that disappearing to the bathroom at a party isn’t cause for alarm. He also knows he has no claim over you that entitles him to worry quite so much. It doesn't stop him.

“I know, lovely. It’s Remus.” He calls through the door. “Can I come in?”

If you truly don’t want him to, he’ll go find someone else to try until you do let someone in. Luckily though you let out some sort of affirmative sounding nose and he takes it as his cue to step in.

His heart pinches. You really do look a sorry sight, all bleary eyed with rumpled clothes that have twisted where you're slumped down next to the toilet. Remus’ knees give a few great cracks and creaks as he lowers himself to sit beside on the floor. 

“Oh, honey.” he coos, raising a hand to sweep across your back. There was a time not that long ago that he might’ve hesitated to touch you. Every accidental brush of your hands, every shoulder bump, every hug goodbye had required careful deliberation. He’d worried that wanting to touch you so badly would somehow make every touch selfish. But somewhere along the way it all became easy.

The feeling of his hand on your back seems to be all you need to abandon your slouched position against the toilet and fall back into him. His chest to your back, solid and warm, and after a brief, clumsy fumble, your hands find his. You're looking at his hands intently as you start to play with his fingers. Remus can hardly breathe, this isn’t quite the caliber of easy touches you’ve both been handing out recently, it’s quite a lot more. It might as well be a cuddle if it hadn't been preceded by your sickness. Remus’ ears start to pinken. 

“Hi Rem,” you drawl lazily. “You ‘kay?”

“M’okay,” he assures you with a little laugh. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, jus’ tired. Think I got the bad bit out.”

“That’s good.” He says, freeing one of his hands to run it up and down your bicep soothingly. 

You go lax in his arms easily and without thinking. Happy to be engulfed in the warmth that radiates from Remus and ignore the faint bass from the music that flows through the door. With your head tipped against his shoulder, the party comes back to you and guilt builds in your gut.

Remus shouldn't be in here looking after you just because you're a lightweight. He should be out there having a nice time with everyone, or more likely, having a nice time with a drink in hand while he observes everyone else’s madness.

“You should…” You hiccup. “...go back out there, I'll be fine.”

You try to sit up, away from his arms but you don’t get very far before he’s pulling you back. He’s gentle but firm enough to stop you wobbling sideways.

“I’m happy here, lovely.” He says. “I’d only be looking for you out there anyway.”

Remus really hopes you take his words for what they are, the truth, without needing further explanation. That further explanation involves admitting to things he thinks you should only hear sober.

“Okay.” A huge yawn is pulled from your lips as your head tips back to rest on his shoulder with eyes closed.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Remus asks. His question makes you turn in his arms to face him. Your eyes are glassy and half lidded as you take in his face, figuring out your answer with an inebriated brain.

“With you?”

“No, not tonight.” He laughs breathlessly. “In your own bed.”

Your brows pinch together.

“But some other night?” 

The question makes Remus shy. He wonders if you think about sharing a bed with him normally. Whether, when you aren’t several drinks deep, the idea has ever crossed your mind too. He’s leaning towards thinking you have.

If you asked him while completely sober, he suspects his answer would arrive far too quickly.

“C’mon.” He murmurs, carefully sidestepping the question. 

He slowly disentangles you both and stands before bending to settle his hands on your waist to help you as you wobble upright. 

“Let’s get some water and maybe a bit of bread.” he smiles. “and we’ll get you to bed.”

“Okie dokie.” you agree with a sleepy, content smile.

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flirty!friend remus x reader a/n: very slightly inspired by this fic by @star--stilinski (i adore their writing style & how they characterize my dear n lovely stiles) i thought i'd bring the vibe over to another one of my comfort characters! enjoy, my muses.

just thinking about being flirty friends with remus lupin.

imagine it - during hangouts with the marauders, he’d pull you onto his lap and rub at your thighs while discussing pranks with james and sirius. peter would eye you both suspiciously, but the other two boys would barely bat an eye. sirius and james have both seen way worse, and you (quite frankly) did not want to ask.

picture remus’s hands and their inability to separate from you. whether it be his palm pressed against your lower back or his pinky prodding at yours with an unspoken hold me?, he would rather find himself faced with the dark lord’s wand than lose your soft fingers wrapped around his.

visualize remus and his annoyingly attractive habit of casual praise. you come running into the common room, showing him your charms homework? you’ll be met with a “good girl. told you you could do it!” and a quick kiss on the forehead before he wraps his hand around your waist to pull you down onto his knee, nose still stuck in his novel that he just checked out from the restricted section.

suppose that you and remus are prefects together in your seventh year. you’re both pretty widely known for being brilliant, so it was no surprise when you both got picked for the prefect position. when you were both assigned the evening patrol around the castle, remus had the nasty habit of pushing you behind the tapestries and kissing you silly. he liked to say that “you have to act like the enemy to know the enemy, darling” while his lean fingers explored places on your body that have absolutely no business being explored by your friend.

and (obviously) you and remus would get so many allegations. lily and marlene never let up on their incessant teasing of the both of you (and it didn’t help that james used you and remus as a talking point to flirt with lily.) it got to a point where you started to distance yourself from the marauders as a whole for a few weeks to get your teasing friends of of your back. to be fair, they were a pretty lonely few weeks before sirius showed up at your door and made your promise to never do that again because he’d never seen remus this distraught in all of his years at hogwarts.

just thinking about being more than flirty & lovestruck friends with remus lupin.