I’m just imagining Tommy coming to snowchestor at some point and being introduced to Michael. Tommy’s a little upset that his best friend literally adopted a child while he was stuck in prison but then Ranboo brings Tommy to Michael and introduces Tommy as “Uncle Tommy” to Michael. Tommy suddenly realizes that he’s still a big part of Tubbo’s life, like a brother to him. Cue Tommy being a cool uncle. :]
Finally able to leave the house again, Marie had been most excited to get back to the dance studio. She had just finished a ballet drop-in class, and as she walked to her car parked along the busy street, she couldn’t help but find herself still mentally going over the combination: pilé, piqué arabesque, chaîné turns, tombé, pas de bourree- “No!” She exclaimed loudly as her daydreams were rudely interrupted by the vision of a bright orange parking ticket on the windshield of her car. “Nooooo,” she whined again as she grabbed it. Noticing someone nearby looking her way she asked aloud, “Why do bad things happen to good people?” Sure, the sign said ‘Short Term Parking Only’ but she’d only been gone 45 minutes, which was short term enough for her.
It’s a regular day of classes, and you’re sick. Remus is going to get you healed, one way or another!
「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」
Over two thousand followers? What the fuck? That’s crazy. Please accept this one-shot as a token of my gratitude, and get ready… FOR A STRING OF IMAGINES! Will Chocolate Frogs / Love Notes be updated? How about Not Your Girlfriend? Stay tuned and send me positive messages in my inbox pls! I feel like my writing is garbage and sometimes I really don’t know if I should continue troubling you all with my garbage :’)
WHEN YOU CAME INTO BREAKFAST THAT MORNING, Remus Lupin knew something was wrong. Your face was pale, nearly white as a sheet, and Merlin, your eyes. Red and puffy, the space beneath them deeply purpled. The way you walked, all lethargic and clumsy, screamed I’m not feeling well. But when Remus asked…
“Oh, I’m fine.” And it might have taken all your energy, but just for Remus, you put on your most dazzling smile. So bright and happy, it felt like the sun had finally come to graze the Earth, gleaming at him all ablaze. For half a moment, Remus believed you.
But you didn’t eat your food. You didn’t join the banter, or attempt anymore smiles. You sat glumly, shoulders tucked inward. It was so bloody obvious, yet only to Remus, who knew all your ticks and mannerisms by heart. Just by watching you, he felt foolish for even momentarily thinking you were fine. That you didn’t need a visit to the Hospital Wing.
You were lying. This whole I’m alright act was just a farce.
Remus wanted to demand you go back to your dorm. Right in front of all your friends, ignoring the way you’d blush and fidget under their scrutiny. He didn’t like the way you kept coughing and sneezing, the way you looked a moment away from passing out. The redness in your nose, like all the red in your cheeks had been suctioned away, made it obvious to Remus that you had a cold, at the very least, but…
But…
There was a part, a very annoying part, of Remus that doubted. That was uncertain. Even after seeing it all for himself, he didn’t want to be suddenly, hopelessly wrong. He didn’t want to embarrass you all for nothing. This part, the part that made his Gryffindor pride squint in mortification, made Remus’s mouth stay shut.
And the group of you sat and laughed and ate, all until it was time for Potions.
On the walk there, you seemed fine. Your smile was less forced, and your legs functioned perfectly. You talked with Remus, telling him about the recent essay grade you got in History of Magic; boy, were you happy. Remus forgot all about his suspicions, caught in the way his heart swelled anytime he was around you.
Then, the inevitable happened.
When you and Remus reached the classroom and sat at your assigned seats beside one another, you fell into one of the longest, hardest coughing fits Remus had ever seen. It lasted several seconds, made everyone in the room twist and turn to see whoever it was that was hacking, and when it finally stopped, you looked even worse for the wear.
Your face was sweaty and ashen. The redness in your nose was gone, replaced by a ghostly sheen. And Merlin, you had to feel miserable. The sorry attempt for a smile you sent Remus afterward, to assure him you were fine, would even make a goblin wince.
“Y/N,” said Remus. His shoulder twitched, like he wanted to reach out a hand but rethought the action at the very last second—and all he could do was stare at you, anxious and worried. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you croaked. “Something in the air, I guess.” A laugh bubbled out of your mouth. You obviously did it to convince Remus you were fine, thinking it would sound normal and not painful, but it did the opposite. Like your voice before, the laugh was nothing more than a croak, cracked with ripples and grated with gravel.
Remus’s brows drooped, cinching into a frown that spanned his entire face. And your own smile fell.
Why are you so set on lying? Remus wondered. This all made no visible sense to him; your actions were so unlike you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in being sick.
“Y/N, what—”
Professor Slughorn walked out of his office, cutting off whatever it was that Remus was about to say. The man, a jolly smile beneath his whiskers, threw out an arm; he said, “We’ll be continuing our lesson on Draught of Peace. Take out your quills, make notes—there won’t be any brewing today!”
The room came alive with the sounds of students taking out their supplies. Maybe the same should have been said for Remus, but he was too preoccupied with looking in your direction, watching for any sudden changes in your mannerisms. It occurred to him, then; how could he be an attentive student when all that mattered to him was the way you were slumped over the tabletop, sniffling with your eyes droopy?
Trick question. He couldn’t.
Remus raised his hand. Professor Slughorn was turned, talking to another student, and damn it! The man wasn’t paying attention to this side of the room. Remus grew frustrated, and he opened his mouth to verbalize said frustration—
There was a loud screech, then a plopping sound as something hit the floor. Everyone flinched.
“What was that?” said the professor, glancing from one innocent face to the next. While searching for a source he caught Remus’s high-flying hand. “Oh, Mr. Lupin—what did you need?”
“Uh,” was all Remus could articulate. He glanced beside himself, wanting to get a good read on your face to know what amount of anger to expect later—but. Wait. Where did you go? Your seat was empty. “Y/N?”
Then Remus saw it. At first he was confused, wondering where you’d gone, assuming the worst, all before he’d glanced down and he saw the start of a human body. Oh Merlin, thought the boy, feeling his heart stumble and sputter. His eyes flickered from your Y/H/C hair to your soft, pallid skin, trailing until he found your eyes. Those beautiful Y/E/C eyes, the very ones that he loved so much, weren’t open. They were closed.
“Y/N L/N’s in the floor!” said Eric McLaggen. He hit Remus’s shoulder as he jet upwards, for a better angle, and damn if it didn’t take all of Remus’s will-power not to growl. “Is she dead?”
Remus glared at him. How daft could one person be? “She’s not dead!” he snapped. His inner wolf wanted to bear its fangs, evoke visible fear from the idiot, but… Y/N needed medical attention, now. “Professor, she needs to be taken to Madam Pomfrey.”
Professor Slughorn’s eyes were wide, like two eggs. He waved a hand. “O-Oh, of course,” said the man, looking relieved to have the problem immediately resolved. “The two of you are excused from today’s lessons, Mr. Lupin.”
“Thank you,” said Remus quickly. And another screech echoed throughout the room, as he pushed out of his seat. He dropped to his knees beside you. A nimble hand went to your hair-part, tracing its way down your temple then to your jaw, stopping at your chin. His eyes were now on your lips. They were a shade paler than usual, like the moisture had been sucked out of them completely. And there wasn’t a proper term for how pale your face had gone. Pale as a ghost? Ashen like a witch? No. Nothing compared.
Remus didn’t know the best way to pick you up. He was afraid he’d hit your head on the table, and then he’d have to wallow in self-pity for the rest of his sorry existence. She feels cold, thought Remus, as a hand went to cup the back of your head, another limb slithering around your backside. The rest of your body felt just as cold. What sort of ailment caused such a reaction—going hot, then cold? Going from red to white?
He shook his head. He helped your unconscious body up from the hard ground, ignoring the penetrating eyes of his classmates, their burning stares. They didn’t matter, not with you in his arms. Even as Slughorn watched from his position at his desk, as Eric McLaggen’s eyes drilled into the side of your slacken face, all Remus could think—all he could care about—was what Madam Pomfrey would say. What she’d diagnose you with. What she’d give you to help with the effects.
And Remus left.
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It was hours later, when the sky had turned the color of nightshade, that you awoke.
You were confused. The room was alight with fluorescence, polka-dotted in different hues of white, brown, black, and blue, and beside you, a familiar sandy-haired bloke was slumped in a chair. This situation, it was strange. You couldn’t think of a reason for being here, unless you’d been knocked in the head by a Death Eater wannabe. Now that you thought about it, that didn’t seem so far from realistic…
“Y/N?” groaned from the chair. You jumped.
“Remus!” was your sorry excuse of a response. Like a squeak, really, and if the lights were dimmed, you surely could have been mistaken for a chipmunk. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“You shouldn’t be awake.” Remus looked at you pointedly. He’d finally grasped consciousness, and the fatigue that normally plagued him had vanished. His concern for you made him more alert than usual. “Madam Pomfrey gave you something to help you sleep.”
You smiled sheepishly. “Oops?” When his expression remained deadpan, void of any amusement, you dropped the smile. Now you could be interrogative without guilt. “What exactly happened? Why am I in the Hospital Wing?”
“You don’t remember?” Remus looked surprised. “You were sick all morning before you fainted in Potions.”
The memories rushed back rapidly, faster than you could count them. Regardless, that tiny sliver of information was enough to make you blush in embarrassment. It was shameful you tried to hide your sickness, especially when you ended up making the situation much bigger than being truthful ever would have.
“I’m sorry,” you said. You didn’t even bother trying to keep the shame out of your voice. “I should have just come out and said I was sick… Merlin, how will I ever face Professor Slughorn? Or McLaggen?”
Remus, almost unknowingly, put his hand over yours. Your heart went aflutter with nerves, and the worst part of it all was how utterly calm Remus looked. Did he know the effect he had on you? Judging by that smug (read: unreadable) look on his face, he totally did. “I’ll be there. You won’t be alone,” he told you.
You hugged him. Nerves be damned, you hugged him! “You should be a nurse.” You giggled. Now that your ailment was miraculously (read, again: magically) cured, the rush of redness in your face could only be termed as a blush.
“A—nurse?” Remus blushed—not that you could see it. “No…”
“Nurse Lupin,” you said in a sing-song voice, squeezing him real tight. “Has a nice ring to it, huh?”
“Sh-Shut up, Y/N!”
Who wouldn’t want Remus Lupin as their designated medic?
its 1 am but im having writers block so i made a shitty scyvie thing to get me out of it here u go
it’s set in a new cisgirl au i’ve been dying to write about but sadly haven’t started yet. the lack of content i am making made me mad. so i wrote something off plot to get me started. i hope u like it. warning: it’s shit so please read at your own risk thank u love u
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"Get over yourself. It's connect-four." Yvie laughed, failing to contain her giggles as she watched Scarlet’s dark eyebrows furrow in frustration. It was four in the morning and instead of sleeping like normal people on a Wednesday night, they chose to revive a childhood tradition- game night.
As weird as this situation might seem, this was normal between Scarlet and Yvie. The curly haired woman would hang out at Scarlet’s place and promise it’ll only be for a couple of hours, but end up staying the night anyway. They’d blast Lana on Scarlet’s old vinyl while doing homework, and end up doing god knows what until they saw the sun rise. Was it healthy? Not really. But it was fun, and that was enough to justify their actions in their eyes.
“I’m just- it’s so easy! How do I lose every time?” Scarlet whined. Her hands rubbed her face in both confusion and exhaustion. It was four in the morning. They had class in five hours and they’re playing fucking connect-four. “Yvie, am I really that dumb?”
“Hey!” Yvie called. “Don’t you dare fucking say you’re dumb.”
“But I am! Can’t even win a game of connecting colors using common sense.”
The brown eyed girl sighed, before a thought entered her mind and a small smile erupted in her lips. “We’re gay, Scar. We’re all dumb in at least a couple of ways.”
That earned a chuckle from the brunette. “You’re right. I’m stupid because I’m gay.”
“Yep. Exactly.”
They sat there in silence for a moment as their eyes met each other. Scarlet’s eyes were bloodshot and slightly irritated from the repeated scratching that accompanied her many yawns. Yvie’s eyes were bloodshot because she was high (Yvie offered the joint to Scarlet but she didn’t think Wednesday night was the best time to get high, because she had a quiz the next day and didn’t want to feel the withdrawal. As if that would make her fail the test, and not the all-nighter she decided to pull for absolutely no reason).
All of a sudden they erupted in fits of laughter, loud enough to wake up the neighboring rooms. They were sleep deprived, partly high, and playing connect-four for god’s sake. Of course they were going to laugh at nothing.
Scarlet turned her head to check the time. 4:30. She glanced back at Yvie and pouted. “Vie, can we go to sleep now? Please? I don’t think I can watch the sunrise this time.”
Yvie nodded in understanding, her position shifting to fix up the mess they made. Scarlet let her long hair down from her messy bun before she stood and threw herself onto her bed. Her pale yellow sheets were warm around her figure, inviting her even more into deep sleep. “Oh my god Yves if you don’t cuddle me right now, I’ll fall asleep without you.”
“I’m coming! Jesus-” Yvie muttered, placing the game equipment back into its box and shoving it under her friend’s bed. “Make room if you want me to hold your ass, bitch.”
The smaller girl shuffled, lying down with her head by the headboard and her arms open for Yvie to enter. “Hug.”
“You’re so fucking clingy.” Yvie groaned, a grin on her face before lying down beside the brunette and wrapping her arms around her. “All better?”
Scarlet eyes were already closed when she hummed in response. She pushed her comforter up to cover their bare legs, the breeze accompanying the upcoming sunrise sending chills up her back. She opened her eyes once more, Yvie’s eyes looking back at her. Scarlet sent the curly haired girl a small smile. “Good morning.”
Yvie laughed softly as her arms shifted to pull her best friend closer to her frame. “Good morning Scarlet, now go the fuck to sleep.”
Jamie had stayed up so late at the astronomy tower watching the meteor shower last night that he was exhausted. During his free hour, he had gone back to his room to take a nap. He had just gotten settled under the covers when he heard footsteps.
