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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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could you please do teacher r with a really obvious cold during an important staff meeting and afterwards weems is like oh honey, you should not be here right now. She brings her tissues and everything she’ll need before lets her lay down in her room for the day?

Schedules and Sicknesses

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 2.1K

Summary: your sick and in a staff meeting principal weems was quick to notice and take action.

TW: sneezing? fever,

A/n sorry this one took so long I wanted to do it justice. I also love how I described Lars place hehe.

You just had one more class, one more class to teach, a staff meeting to sit through and then you could collapse into bed, curl up and die from whatever horrible cold your students had kindly infected you with. The steady growth of the number of tissues in the bin beside you was successfully kept hidden behind your desk as you worked through classes. But it was getting harder to hide the sneezes.

When the bell finally rang you heaved a sigh of relief which quickly turned into a groan at the realisation of the looming staff meeting. You packed up your sketchbook and teaching materials before shoving them hastily in your satchel which you swung over your right shoulder and stood. The world tipped for a second and you held onto your desk, maybe you were sicker than you realised. After steadying yourself on the table for a few minutes you stood on your own again. Checking the time, you had just enough time to get to the staff meeting before it began. How long had you been slumped against the desk?

After haphazardly making your way through the halls you entered the staff room and gave a sheepish look to the principal as you made your way to a spare seat. You sat down hard and without any grace at all earning a raised brow from Ms Weems, but you lacked any energy to care at this point in time.

Gently pressing a hand to your temple, you attempted to massage away the headache that had sat there for the better part of the day. You barely paid attention to the meeting, simply trying to keep yourself awake was taking all of your focus and energy.

The one thing that did wake you up and gain a lot of looks from the teachers around the room was the loud sneeze you let out. Your cheeks flushed from embarrassment as all eyes were on you. You missed the concerned gaze of the headmistress, too busy studying your own shoes and avoiding all eye contact.

The meeting started up again after the short pause in the principles speech before you felt another sneeze building in your sinuses. You did your best to stifle it. The slight duck of your head was the only indication of the sneeze at all. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by the principal who spared you a glance before continuing.

You tried your best to pay attention now people had seemed to notice you were there and you could no longer fly under the radar. You sighed softly and tried to focus.

Ms Weems was talking about a rise in student detentions most likely due to the approaching full moon and a majority of the delinquents being furs.

She continued onto another topic, but your brain spaced out again. The lights were too bright, and it made your head pound more and there was some faint buzzing somewhere you couldn’t quite place through the fog of your headache. The throbbing under your fingertips, where you continued to massage your temples, was only increasing.

You sniffled softly hoping nobody would notice and missing another concerned glance from the principal. You felt another sneeze building and quickly stifled it in your elbow, looking sheepishly at the few faces that had turned to look at you. You felt your cheeks heat further, maybe from the fever or maybe from the embarrassment. You shuffled down in your chair to try and seem small and insignificant. Not wanting to draw any more attention.

Larissa was growing more concerned with each stifled sneeze and sniffle; your eyes were squinted in what was probably an attempt to stave off a headache from the bright strip lights. She took pity on you, knowing that this meeting could wait for another day when you staff were all well again. She made the decision to tie the meeting off early.

When the principal ended the meeting, your shoulders sagged in relief. Now you could go home. You grabbed your bag but froze as you heard the headmistress speak.

“Ms L/n could you stay behind please?” She asked.

Crap. You thought. She probably could tell you weren’t paying an ounce of attention and felt bad about chewing you out in front of the others. You could almost cry at the thought of being kept from your sick nest you had to pull yourself out of this morning for class.

As the last of the staff left Larissa walked over to the door shutting it softly and turning off the light.

You heaved a sigh at the lack of headache inducing light and the faint buzzing of the electricity also disappeared. What could you do about it though, the school was just old.

Larissa came back over to you and stood behind your chair, turning it on the swivel to face her she crouched down in front of you.

“Oh honey, you. should not be here right now.” She said with a sigh, and you looked panicked some fever-addled part of you thinking you were going to be fired.

The principals gaze softened, “Ms L/n you do know if you are feeling unwell you are allowed to skip these meetings. I can send you my notes at a later time.” She said softly.

“Sorry Principal Weems.” You said with a sniffle.

“Darling don’t apologise for being sick. But do blow your nose.” She said procuring a pack of tissues from her pocket.

You flushed red and Weems brow furrowed. Taking the tissues from her you turned your head and blew your nose, throwing the tissues into the bin she led out for you.

“Now,” she said with her matter-of-fact teaching voice, “you look a bit warm and i think you may have a fever darling. Would you rather I come to your quarters to set you up with some medicine, or we go to mine or even the infirmary?” She asked.

You looked at her and blinked not expecting anything more than a “get better soon” and to be on your merry (sick) way.

“Y/n?” She asked laying a hand against your cheek to check for a fever and frowning when she found one. “Where have you gone darling?” She asked gently stroking your cheek with the back of her fingertips.

You blinked again, vision refocusing. “Sorry.” You mumbled.

“There you are.” She said with a smile, and you grinned back sheepishly.

“Let’s get you to bed.” She said offering you her arm to take. You stood and she grabbed your bag before you could, slinging it over her shoulder. She left the room and locked it behind her and set out for her own quarters, with you leaning heavily into her side. Her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders your eyes drifting shut before rapidly blinking to stay awake.

You paused a few times to sneeze, each time Weems offered her blessings which, through the fever made you giggle.

Weems smiled at you fondly, hiding her concern at what she was sure was a growing fever.

Gently she guided you into her office and past it to her own room. Mentally you thanked her for the invite to her private space. As since you had been sick, your own quarters look like there had been a bomb go off, which surely wasn’t a good look in front of your boss.

After depositing you on her expensive looking couch you sat and waited as she disappeared for a moment.

You doubted many teachers had made it this far beyond her office and looked around in wonder.

In front of the expensive white couch was a large expensive looking flatscreen TV.

Either-side of the flatscreen were dark mahogany bookshelves with what looked like old and classic Literature which looked old and fancy enough to be the originals. Spaced intermittently between the books were various healthy looking green plants which cascaded over the shelves like a waterfall of green leaves and vines.

The room had a few old, and much like the TV and everything else, expensive looking paintings which were seemingly straight out of the renaissance or at least very good replicas of famous paintings from that same time. You recognised a few as an art teacher and appreciated her fine taste in aesthetics.

There was a mahogany coffee table which matched the bookshelves and a small set of brown leather coasters.

Looking down the hallway from where you sat, and Larissa disappeared to you saw portrait after portrait of what must have been the previous headmasters and mistresses of the school. At the end of the hallway closest to you was an amazing portrait done in oils which captured Larissa in all the best ways. Her hair, for once, was down for the portrait and the near-white, blonde locks fell naturally down her shoulders. She looked regal and important which she was, in your opinion. You were so wrapped up in admiring the painted beauty of it you missed her return.

Feeling the couch dip next to you, you turned to look at her.

“It's an amazing portrait.” You gushed as she raised a brow.

“The one in the hallway?” She asked moving your head to face forward with her hand on your jaw, so she had access to your ear.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You said as she slipped a clean cap on the thermometer and placed it in your ear.

“Really? I always thought it was as bit pretentious to have a portrait of yourself hanging up in your own room.” She said.

“Not at all. I have several i have done over the years, although nothing as impressive as that one.” You said with a nod towards it.

“Keep your head still darling.” She reprimanded softly and you suddenly felt like a student who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Hmm.” She said pulling it out now it had beeped. “You're a bit too warm for my liking.” She said turning the screen to face you. It showed a little 101.3 on the screen and you frowned.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“To be honest neither did i. And I’m glad I brought you here it saved us both the trip.” She said with a smile.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“Darling, I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself with a fever that high. Weather you were here or there you would have come back with me for the night so i can keep an eye on you and your temperature.” She said softly.

“Oh… well thank you Ms Weems.”

“Darling you're on my couch after five pm on a Friday, you can call me Larissa.”

“Oh… well thank you Larissa.”

“Anytime darling, now let's get to work on that fever.”

She grabbed a cloth and dipped in the the bowl of water she had brought with, wringing it out before guiding you back into the pillows with a hand on your shoulder and laying it over your brow.

“Now, I’ll give you some pain killers and turn down the lights so you can rest. If you need anything at all give me a yell or text me. I’ll put my personal number in your phone.” She said popping out two white tablets into your outstretched palm. She quickly handed you some water and you took both.

She took your phone from the coffee table and punched in her number into a new contact she had put in named “Lars” her cheeks heating ever so slightly at the old nickname it had been quite some time since she made room in her day for friends.

Handing the phone back you smiled at the contact's name. Larissa straightened dusting off her skirt and looking down at you.

“I’ll have the cook package and send up some light dinner as I’m sure you missed lunch as well.” She said and you flushed and nodded. “Alright darling, close your eyes and rest now. If you need me, I’ll be just next door. Text or yell. Im old but I’m not hard of hearing yet.” She winked and you smiled back.

“Goodnight, Y/n” she said and turned out the light.

“Goodnight Ms We- … Larissa.” You correct and she smiled, closing the door behind her.

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ozpins-halfway-house · 2 years

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Ozpin's Case Files

Staff Meeting

Attendance: Ezra Ozpin (Executive Director), Qrow Branwen (Volunteer)

Date: July 22, 2013

Purpose: Staff discussed a plan to make some changes to the living arrangement.

The more Oz thought about it, the more it made sense.

He sat across from his partner, his head resting in his hand as his mind started to drift. The murmurs and chatter of the diner carried on around him as he watched Qrow carefully scan the menu.

Last night’s discussion hadn’t gone exactly as planned. Oz’s worst fear was that Qrow would get so upset he would decide to retreat to his private den. That was when Oz knew he really fucked up. Everytime Qrow left in a huff, Oz worried that he would get that 2am phone call all over again. He would never have to worry about that if only-

“What are you thinking about, over there?” Qrow teased.

“What? Oh, nothing, I was just… imagining something.”

“What kind of something?” Qrow leaned in and whispered, “Something we shouldn’t bring up in public I hope.”

Oz smiled and shook his head, “Sorry to disappoint, love, but it was a little more serious than that.” Oz wrapped his hands around his mug and sighed, “I was more or less trying to imagine what it would be like… if you moved in with us… permanently…”

“Were you now?” Qrow leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. His tone was more amused than angry. “And this wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the fact that I just so happen to know someone who needs a place, would it?”

“W-well, it certainly gave me something to think about. After all, I know I’m the only reason you still have the apartment in the first place.”

“Okay, sure. So what made you change your mind?”

Oz straightened his spine and sighed. “I changed my mind because I realized I was being a coward.”

The smug look on Qrow’s face melted.

Oz continued, “I’ve only ever reached this huge milestone with one other person. And we both know how that turned out.”

Qrow flashed a sympathetic smile.

“I was selfish and refused to accept the inevitable.”

“The- I’m sorry- the inevitable?” Qrow coughed. “Wait, you- do you mean that?”

Oz nodded, clear and confident, “I do now, yes. It is the next logical step, isn’t it?”

“I guess, but- What about all the shit you said before? About how you were worried about the kids and having enough space and privacy and whatever.”

“Well, I still think those problems are real and ‘inevitable’ as well. But we can solve them when they arise. We always have.” Oz glanced over his mug as he took a sip of hot cocoa.

Qrow’s eyes fixed on the ground, like he was in shock. For once, Oz couldn’t read his reaction. Was this shock positive or negative? Was he going to reject the offer because of their current circumstances? Oz wouldn’t blame him. Give Oz a taste of his own medicine, all those times he turned down Qrow’s idea to do this exact same thing. He’d deserve it.

But now more than ever, Oz was sure. He was safe and comfortable when he woke up next to Qrow. He was able to relax when Qrow quietly kept him company while he worked. He was grateful whenever Qrow would spend time with the kids. Now more than ever, Oz was sure that he always wanted Qrow by his side.

“Can I ask you something?” Qrow’s voice was weak and shaky. “Would this offer to move in remain if I told you I would give up the apartment? Let the lease expire, leave it for someone else. This little plan to help my sister falls apart. Would you change your mind?”

“Absolutely not,” Oz said immediately. “This is not a bargaining chip, Qrow. This is me trying to do something I should have done a long time ago. The rest is just semantics.”

Qrow nodded slowly, as if the answer only gave him more to think about.

“So is that what you’d want to do, then?” Oz wondered. “Surrender the apartment and move into the house?”

“No,” Qrow laughed without humor, “I think that would make me a bigger asshole than Rae.”

“Does that mean you’re going to help her…?”

“Against my better judgment, yeah.”

“And… What made you change your mind?”

“I’m not even sure,” Qrow sighed. “Guess I just had a lot to think about after last night…”Oz took Qrow’s hand in both of his and squeezed tight. “I’m so proud of you, love. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

“I know, Oz.” Qrow smiled. “I know.”

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