i fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner...
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When Neil asked you to join his friends for the night, you didn’t think of this. You had met him during a theatre rehearsal and quickly got along. And tonight you were finally meeting his friends.
You thought of a party or something, not a… meeting in a cave?
You weren’t complaining though, his friends were sweet and the mood was light and fun. The boys read poems and Neil insisted that you had to read one, too. So you grabbed the copy in his hands and browsed through the pages before finally picking one.
“So… I just read it?” you asked, not really knowing if anything else was needed to do.
Neil offered you an encouraging smile, “Yeah,” he said “Just go for it.”
You cleared your throat “Shapes and Signs,” you announced, eyes darting in the room to watch everyone’s reaction.
“I see black dragons mount the sky,
I see earth yawn beneath my feet —
I feel within the asp, the worm
That will not sleep and cannot die,
Fair though may show the winding-sheet!”
You finished reading the poem and the boys clapped and cheered “See? Wasn’t so bad” Neil grinned.
“Neil’s new friend’s a real poet,” Charlie teased and you rolled your eyes.
You watched, amused, as the whole group started to talk and tease each other. This went on for a little while until Charlie got up. The bottle of alcohol you had brought (which was already open because you stole it from your parents) was empty and in his hands.
“Now… We’re going to do something a little different…”
You all looked at him, intrigued “What?” Knox asked.
Charlie placed the bottle in the centre of the circle the whole group formed, “Truth or dare,” he grinned. You could hear some of the boys groaning in annoyance or whining but Neil chuckled by your side.
Charlie spun the bottle, it landed on Todd. “Truth or dare?” Charlie asked with a smirk
“Uhm… truth,” Todd mumbled.
“Have you had your first kiss yet?” Todd’s cheek turned red, and he shook his head “Alright, alright,” Charlie chuckled. Todd spun the bottle and the game kept going.
After a few rounds and weird imitations, the bottle landed on you. It had landed on Charlie the turn before so he was the one asking “Truth or dare?” he asked mischievously.
You thought about it for a moment, most had chosen truth and you wanted to play “Dare”
Charlie smirked and his eyes flickered quickly to Neil before finding you again “I dare you… to kiss the hottest person in the room.”
You stared at him without saying anything, your lips slightly parted and your cheeks warm. You heard the boys whispering and a ‘oooh’ from Meeks. “Uhm… alright,” you said.
You took a deep breath and turned to your left so you could face Neil. You slowly leaned in and pressed your mouth to his. The cave was now filled with cheers and ‘wooh ooh” from the boys. It was nice kissing him, his lips were soft and smooth and you didn’t really want to stop.
Neil’s cheeks were red when you pulled away– a second too late to pretend you didn’t like it. You looked away, breath heavy, you were still flustered and so was he.
After a minute, the noise calmed down and they went back to playing. But you couldn’t look at Neil anymore, too shy now. Eventually, it got late. The cave wasn’t really far from Welton but you still had to bike home after reaching their school. “I might have to go now,” you announced.
Everyone said goodbye and you put a foot outside, turning your torchlight on. As you started to walk you felt a hand on your shoulder “Wait-”
It was Neil, with his soft smile you wished you could kiss again “I can walk you back so you don’t get lost,” he said as he walked by your side.
“O-oh,” you smiled “Okay.”
You both were silent the entire time, both of your mind preoccupied by the kiss. It was supposed to be a simple, meaningless kiss. But no, you wanted more.
When you reached Welton, your bike waiting against a wall, you turned around “Well… I guess that’s where we split up,” you said.
“I guess, yeah,” he smiled. He watched you as you got on your bike. He had to say something before you left. “Hey I just…”
You glanced at him, head tilted, you waited for him to say more. Even in the faint light from the torchlight you could still see the crimson shade of his cheeks.
He let out a long exhale “For earlier. I mean… the kiss. You… You really thought I was the hottest guy in the cave?”
You chuckled, not expecting this “Well yeah of course, Neil”
Neil’s smile widened “Okay, good.” You could see he was a little nervous “Maybe I’m reading things wrong but… I… I think to me the kiss meant more than just a truth or dare. I mean… I like you and yeah…”
Your heart was about to explode. No way. “I… really?”
“Yes,” he smiled “really.”
You grinned “Well… I like you, too,” you said “And I guess… I kinda want to kiss you again.”
Neil stepped closer “You do?”
“Mmh hmm,” you smiled, you leaned in and your lips brushed his.
You kissed again, but this time it was just the two of you, no cheers for anyone, no boys to watch you amused. You rested your hand on his cheek as you slowly deepened the kiss. His hand got tangled in your hair.
“I could definitely get used to this. Yeah we should do it again,” he said when he pulled away
Your lips tugged into a smirk “Is that a truth or a dare?”
“Hey there,” Patrick grinned as he approached you. “How you doin’?”
You glanced up, eyes tired “I’m… fine, I guess,” you said as you got into your car “What do you what?”
“Can’t I just check up on you?” he dared with a smile playing on his lips, he rested his arm on the top of your car, he kept talking to you, bent over so he could speak through your open window.
You sighed, not answering to your usual banter. Patrick frowned “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you answered a second too fast.
Patrick shook his head “You can’t make me believe that lie. What’s happening in this head of yours?” he asked, a little softer. He didn’t want to press you but he also wanted to know.
With your eyes closed and the back of your head against your seat, you spoke, “Just a bad grade in maths, nothing important”
Patrick’s face softened “Ah, maths,” he whispered “It’s just one grade. It’s fine”
You opened your eyes “No it’s not, it’s not my first C- and I feel like I can’t get better at maths. I try, I really do. But maybe I’m just not made for this.”
“Don’t say that,” Patrick immediately said “C’mon now, stop being so upset, it won’t help you get better.”
“I know,” you answered a little more harshly than intended.
Patrick rolled his eyes, “Get out of the car,” he commanded.
You glanced up, eyebrows frowned in confusion “What?”
“Get out of the car,” he said again, softer. Still not understanding, you opened your door. “Now, get into the passenger seat.”
Once settled, you sighed “I can drive myself just fine.”
“Choose another moment to act tough,” he said as he put his seatbelt on.
“And where are we going?” you asked, too tired to handle if it ever was a sort of joke.
He stared at the road as he drove “Don’t you trust me?”
You sighed “I do, I do”
Of course you trusted him. He was your best friend at the moment, he always knew what to say, how to cheer you up. When you first met him, you couldn’t have imagined how important he would become to you. He didn’t have the best reputation, hell, he even had lots of scary rumours about him (which you had found out were false).
And maybe, just maybe, you had a tiny bit of a crush on him.
It wasn’t your fault though. Who could resist the Patrick Verona grin?
You and Patrick drove to the sound of the radio blasting the Cardigans. He knew that during these moments, you didn’t like to speak. So despite his urge to make sure you felt a little better and the hint of worry in his chest, he kept his mouth shut, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.
After twenty minutes, he pulled over. You looked out the window “Where are we?””
“It’s a surprise,” Patrick smiled as he got out of the car and hastily moved to the passenger side and opened the door. “Come here”
You walked for a minute before Patrick stopped “Here we are,” he said.
Your gaze explored the frontage, eyebrows knitted together “Marceline’s cat café?” you whispered and then your eyes widened “wait-”
You turned around and beamed at Patrick, “You took me to a cat café? Why? How?”
As Patrick saw your smile, he knew exactly why he had done this. To make you happy “Well… you had been talking about wanting to go to one and you seemed pretty upset today so I thought… why not.”
You kept beaming at him “No way,” you whispered under your breath.
Patrick led you inside, the café was cosy and sunny, cats displayed everywhere, on the floor, on a chair, on shelves, on their cat tree “Oh my…” you mumbled in awe
You both took a seat “This is so cute,” you said when you saw a cat on the chair next to yours.
Patrick chuckled. Once you both had your drinks, you started to talk about mindless things, school, parents, homework, things like that…
“I swear it’s so-”
Patrick glanced up from his limonade when he heard you stop talking. And then he saw the cat crawling in your lap. He chuckled as he saw you froze with a huge grin on your face, not wanting the cat to leave.
The cat, with its long black hairs, turned around on your thighs before finally deciding to lay there, curled up.
“Patrick Patrick Patrick!!” you whispered, excited “Are you seeing this?
“I am,” he said with an amused grin, “He likes you.” Who wouldn’t? He thought.
You kept staring down at the little fur ball in your lap with a grin. Patrick’s heart felt warm in his chest, this was definitely a better sight than seeing you all upset because of maths earlier. You looked so adorable like this, a cat was enough to make you happy and he loved this idea. You carefully leaned forward a bit and wrapped your lips around the straw of your drink, the cold strawberry lemonade felt good for this hot weather.
“You’re feeling better?” he asked softly.
You glanced up from your lap, still in awe of the small cat “Yeah definitely, thank you” you said with a genuine smile that changed something in Patrick. He just loved you so much.
“Next time, don’t worry so much for a simple maths grade,” he smiled
“Yeah I know…” You were definitely someone who constantly worried too much for nothing and Patrick knew that. But now that he was here, he was going to help you as much as he could.
“And remember,” he grinned, “There’s nothing cats can’t fix.”
“Hey there,” Patrick grinned as he approached you. “How you doin’?”
You glanced up, eyes tired “I’m… fine, I guess,” you said as you got into your car “What do you what?”
“Can’t I just check up on you?” he dared with a smile playing on his lips, he rested his arm on the top of your car, he kept talking to you, bent over so he could speak through your open window.
You sighed, not answering to your usual banter. Patrick frowned “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you answered a second too fast.
Patrick shook his head “You can’t make me believe that lie. What’s happening in this head of yours?” he asked, a little softer. He didn’t want to press you but he also wanted to know.
With your eyes closed and the back of your head against your seat, you spoke, “Just a bad grade in maths, nothing important”
Patrick’s face softened “Ah, maths,” he whispered “It’s just one grade. It’s fine”
You opened your eyes “No it’s not, it’s not my first C- and I feel like I can’t get better at maths. I try, I really do. But maybe I’m just not made for this.”
“Don’t say that,” Patrick immediately said “C’mon now, stop being so upset, it won’t help you get better.”
“I know,” you answered a little more harshly than intended.
Patrick rolled his eyes, “Get out of the car,” he commanded.
You glanced up, eyebrows frowned in confusion “What?”
“Get out of the car,” he said again, softer. Still not understanding, you opened your door. “Now, get into the passenger seat.”
Once settled, you sighed “I can drive myself just fine.”
“Choose another moment to act tough,” he said as he put his seatbelt on.
“And where are we going?” you asked, too tired to handle if it ever was a sort of joke.
He stared at the road as he drove “Don’t you trust me?”
You sighed “I do, I do”
Of course you trusted him. He was your best friend at the moment, he always knew what to say, how to cheer you up. When you first met him, you couldn’t have imagined how important he would become to you. He didn’t have the best reputation, hell, he even had lots of scary rumours about him (which you had found out were false).
And maybe, just maybe, you had a tiny bit of a crush on him.
It wasn’t your fault though. Who could resist the Patrick Verona grin?
You and Patrick drove to the sound of the radio blasting the Cardigans. He knew that during these moments, you didn’t like to speak. So despite his urge to make sure you felt a little better and the hint of worry in his chest, he kept his mouth shut, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.
After twenty minutes, he pulled over. You looked out the window “Where are we?””
“It’s a surprise,” Patrick smiled as he got out of the car and hastily moved to the passenger side and opened the door. “Come here”
You walked for a minute before Patrick stopped “Here we are,” he said.
Your gaze explored the frontage, eyebrows knitted together “Marceline’s cat café?” you whispered and then your eyes widened “wait-”
You turned around and beamed at Patrick, “You took me to a cat café? Why? How?”
As Patrick saw your smile, he knew exactly why he had done this. To make you happy “Well… you had been talking about wanting to go to one and you seemed pretty upset today so I thought… why not.”
You kept beaming at him “No way,” you whispered under your breath.
Patrick led you inside, the café was cosy and sunny, cats displayed everywhere, on the floor, on a chair, on shelves, on their cat tree “Oh my…” you mumbled in awe
You both took a seat “This is so cute,” you said when you saw a cat on the chair next to yours.
Patrick chuckled. Once you both had your drinks, you started to talk about mindless things, school, parents, homework, things like that…
“I swear it’s so-”
Patrick glanced up from his limonade when he heard you stop talking. And then he saw the cat crawling in your lap. He chuckled as he saw you froze with a huge grin on your face, not wanting the cat to leave.
The cat, with its long black hairs, turned around on your thighs before finally deciding to lay there, curled up.
“Patrick Patrick Patrick!!” you whispered, excited “Are you seeing this?
“I am,” he said with an amused grin, “He likes you.” Who wouldn’t? He thought.
You kept staring down at the little fur ball in your lap with a grin. Patrick’s heart felt warm in his chest, this was definitely a better sight than seeing you all upset because of maths earlier. You looked so adorable like this, a cat was enough to make you happy and he loved this idea. You carefully leaned forward a bit and wrapped your lips around the straw of your drink, the cold strawberry lemonade felt good for this hot weather.
“You’re feeling better?” he asked softly.
You glanced up from your lap, still in awe of the small cat “Yeah definitely, thank you” you said with a genuine smile that changed something in Patrick. He just loved you so much.
“Next time, don’t worry so much for a simple maths grade,” he smiled
“Yeah I know…” You were definitely someone who constantly worried too much for nothing and Patrick knew that. But now that he was here, he was going to help you as much as he could.
“And remember,” he grinned, “There’s nothing cats can’t fix.”
Hi I don't know if you're taking requests rn, but when you do, Remus x shy!fem!reader who's in a different house, please?
He's never noticed her before because she's rly quiet and doesn't have a lot of friends. When he finally builds up the courage to introduce himself to her, it turns out that she's deaf and only speaks sign language. After that, he spends his free time in the library either hanging out with her or learning sign language on his own so that he can talk to her, and it's rly cute and fluffy. Thank you.
HEYY!!! so i just found out your profile and i absolutely L O V E D IT!! i am lately going mad because of some exams i should take (it's driving me crazy) and they really make me tired (plus i don't know but i got cold and it's literally 43°c here) soo i was just wondering if you could write something like reader is overworking and just tensed up because of her exams and sirius is there for her?? if you're comfortable with it, he can give reader a soft massage, too I AM SO SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS AWKWARD i am deleting and writing again over and over again 😭😭 so i hope this is not awkward and something uncomfortable, love you and your work!! stay safe!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️🔥❤️🔥
hii! i have a cute blurb for wolfstar!parents & i adore your writing and your blog :))
can u do a blurb where the reader gets sick when remus is out and sirius is the only one there and he just panics and calls remus, but after a while remus just comes home to sirius and reader sleeping on the couch
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Remus was out for the day– working at his bookstore as always– leaving you and Sirius alone, as it was the winter holidays, you were back home from Hogwarts for two weeks.
Sirius thought he could handle it. After all he had been your father for the last 14 years, him and the werewolf adopting you when you were 2 and half, and he knew how to take care of you alone. Also, you were 16 now, old enough to occupy yourself alone without Sirius needing to watch after each of your actions to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid, like eating candle sticks (which you would often do around four years old).
But when at 10 in the morning, which was already suspicious– you were an early bird, you came into the living room with disheveled hair and drool in the corner of your mouth, Sirius felt like you were his six year-old little girl again.
“Papa… I threw up…” you said weakly, that was definitely not the way you wanted to wake up today.
Sirius’ face dropped. Remus was the one who knew how to deal with this, he was more composed and calmed. Everything was going to be okay, you were just a little sick, nothing severe he thought.
“I’m sorry, pup” he said as he rose from his seat and walked to you. “Where did you throw up? Your bed?”
You nodded, tired. “Tried to go to the bathroom but it was too late.”
He grabbed a tissue and wiped the corner of your lips “It’s alright, I’ll clean it up.” He was trying his best not to appear nervous in front of you. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead “Merlin, pup. You’re burning.” You had fever, the alarm rang in his head.
He took a deep breath “I… It’s going to be alright,” he said for both you and him. “It’s just a fever” he whispered to himself. “You should take a shower. No a bath. Or maybe you need to go to the doctor. But should we go to a muggle one or a wizard one?” That was it, he was really panicking.
“No,” you chuckled tiredly. “It’s probably a stomach bug, I just need to rest.”
“Rest,” he repeated “Yeah rest okay, we can do that.”
SIrius led you to the sofa and let you lay there, pulling a blanket over you. “You need painkillers for the fever,” he reminded himself, cursing himself for not giving one to you earlier. “Uh… don’t move.”
You answered with a hum, there was no way you were going to move just a single toe.
Sirius stood in front of the pharmacy shelf… What muggle medication did you need again? After some time, he grabbed ibuprofen and hoped he got it right.
He came back with the pill and the water and saw how pale you looked. “Pup… are you okay?” he asked.
“I…” you whispered before gagging “I’m gonna–”
Sirius’ eyes widened. No, no, no Why didn’t he think of this earlier? Panicked, he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the first bucket he could find, making the rest of the cupboard fall in the rush. He went into the living room again and placed the bucket underneath you, “It’s okay,” he whispered, trying not to let his worry show.
He patted your head as you threw up, trying to calm down. He waited for you to be done before he reached for the phone– he was never more thankful that Remus obligated them to have those muggle things.
He called Remus’ work number. “Remus?” he called anxiously
“Hi? Sirius, it’s you?” he asked, not expecting him to call.
“Yes uhm… Y/n threw up and has fever and I don’t know what to do, I already gave a painkiller but I don’t even know if it’s the good one and- and they threw up again and they look so tired, I’m so worried and I don’t know what to do.”
He heard Remus let out a short chuckle on the end of the line “Woah, Woah, Woah… calm down… I know it’s scary, but Y/n will be alright. Just stay by their side. You got this.”
“Are you sure? Because they look so pale and I’m so worried and- what if we need to go to the hospital?”
“We won’t need to go to the hospital. We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow and they’ll be fine in a week, alright? I come back home during my lunch break if it can help but please don’t panic”
“Okay,” Sirius said, “Okay…”
He hung up and went back to you “Hey, Pup… are you feeling a little better?” he said softly, managing a little better to hide his worry
You nodded, already almost asleep. Sirius went into your room and removed the dirty sheets, throwing them in the washing machine. He then grabbed the bucket and cleaned it up before putting him back next to the sofa. He stood there, watching you tenderly, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Papa..” you whispered.
“Yes, pup?”
“Can you stay with me?”
Sirius smiled “Of course, pup.” He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close.
–
Remus came back around noon, a little worried. He knew Sirius could manage to take care of you but he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
He opened the door only to find Sirius holding you, both of you asleep.
Remus smiled to himself. He could finally be reassured, you were alright. He walked closer to you both, pressing his lips to your forehead and then Sirius’ temple “Now, that’s my family” he whispered with a quiet chuckle.
i’m lost did you watch when you were in middle school but haven’t since then or is it because you’re in middle school that you haven’t watched it? because if you saw LOTR believe me the hobbit is mamma mia compared to it
i meant i watched it in middle school so i don’t remember it 😭 i will watch it again though, i really need too
Sirius sighed when he walked into your shared room for the vacation. “Baby, what did we say?”
“No work after 10pm… I know…” you sighed, yet it was 11 and you were still studying for your next potion exam, reading your notes while laying with your stomach against the mattress.. It was spring break which meant the last break before the final exam and you spent it at your grandparents’ with your boyfriend Sirius.
Sirius sat on your bed next to you “You can’t keep doing that. It’s not healthy.”
“The amount of cigarettes you smoke isn’t healthy either.”
“This isn’t what it’s about,” Sirius scoffed. “You need to stop overworking yourself, I’m starting to get worried.” He could see the dark circles under your eyes and the way you were pushing yourself closer and closer to exhaustion.
You stayed silent, eyes fixed on your notes. But then you glanced up at him, he was distracting, what an idea he had to always go to sleep shirtless.
“I’m serious, babe. It’s not because it’s exam season that you can work from 8am to midnight,” Sirius said as he pulled you into a hug. “Why do you keep worrying?”
“Because it never feels like I know everything and I’m just so stressed because this is our last year and I don’t know what I’ll do if I miss those exams.”
His hand brushed your hair softly “Stop stressing yourself over. You will do great, you’re brilliant.”
You curled up by his side, seeking for his comfort, you had to admit you were tired. “But what if,” you insisted and Sirius shook his head.
“Stop worrying about those, focus on what you know. You know you’re smart, you work a lot, you try everything you can, you do your best. There’s such a few chances you’ll miss. And you know what?”
You shook your head.
“Even if you miss one of the papers, it’s fine. It’s not going to be the end of the world.” Sirius knew you hated that idea, you were such a perfectionist and he hated that sometimes. He just hoped you could give yourself some rest.
He tightened his hold on you “I promise you, baby. You will do amazing.” Sirius could feel you press your face to his neck. “Take a break for the night and promise me to sleep in tomorrow.”
“Okay,” you whispered. You were aware he was probably not spending the spring break of his life. You spent most of the day studying while he was only spending half your time working on revising for the exams.
You pushed the potions notes off the bed and Sirius smiled “Now, that’s better.” He laid back on the bed and pulled you on top, “You’re so exhausted, baby.”
“Yeah,” you whispered.
Sirius stayed silent for a second before saying “Take the entire day off tomorrow.” He kept talking before you could argue “You spent the entire week working restless, you can take a day off. You won’t fail.”
You close your eyes, you had to admit you wouldn’t say no to this. Also… you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend. “Ok… I’ll take the day off.”
Sirius smiled and kissed you, his lips gently pressing against yours “Thank you, baby.”
You laid back on the bed, rolling so you were on your side of the mattress. With your stomach flat against the sheets, you slowly relaxed. Sirius observed you softly, glad you were finally resting.
“Baby?” he called. You opened your eyes and let him talk. “You must be tired of sitting on a chair all day, no?”
“Yeah my back is a little sore,” you whispered and before you could do anything, Sirius was straddling you, his hands on your back. “Oh.”
Sirius chuckled, “Let me take care of you, okay?” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear “Do you want to remove your pyjama shirt? So I can massage you better?” he asked gently, he just wanted you to feel better.
Once your top was removed, his hands slowly worked on your back muscles, fingers digging into your flesh, gently removing the knots. You relaxed into his touch, exhaustion leaving your body.
You knew how much you could trust him and how much he always wanted you to feel good. “I love you, Sirius,” you whispered, your eyelids now heavy from your restless day of studying.
He smiled, his lips finding your shoulder “I love you too, baby.”
You fell asleep there, as he was still massaging your back. Sirius chuckled to himself and removed himself from you before wrapping his arms around your sleeping form, his naked chest against your bare back. He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “Sleep tight, baby. You deserve it”
Sirius sighed when he walked into your shared room for the vacation. “Baby, what did we say?”
“No work after 10pm… I know…” you sighed, yet it was 11 and you were still studying for your next potion exam, reading your notes while laying with your stomach against the mattress.. It was spring break which meant the last break before the final exam and you spent it at your grandparents’ with your boyfriend Sirius.
Sirius sat on your bed next to you “You can’t keep doing that. It’s not healthy.”
“The amount of cigarettes you smoke isn’t healthy either.”
“This isn’t what it’s about,” Sirius scoffed. “You need to stop overworking yourself, I’m starting to get worried.” He could see the dark circles under your eyes and the way you were pushing yourself closer and closer to exhaustion.
You stayed silent, eyes fixed on your notes. But then you glanced up at him, he was distracting, what an idea he had to always go to sleep shirtless.
“I’m serious, babe. It’s not because it’s exam season that you can work from 8am to midnight,” Sirius said as he pulled you into a hug. “Why do you keep worrying?”
“Because it never feels like I know everything and I’m just so stressed because this is our last year and I don’t know what I’ll do if I miss those exams.”
His hand brushed your hair softly “Stop stressing yourself over. You will do great, you’re brilliant.”
You curled up by his side, seeking for his comfort, you had to admit you were tired. “But what if,” you insisted and Sirius shook his head.
“Stop worrying about those, focus on what you know. You know you’re smart, you work a lot, you try everything you can, you do your best. There’s such a few chances you’ll miss. And you know what?”
You shook your head.
“Even if you miss one of the papers, it’s fine. It’s not going to be the end of the world.” Sirius knew you hated that idea, you were such a perfectionist and he hated that sometimes. He just hoped you could give yourself some rest.
He tightened his hold on you “I promise you, baby. You will do amazing.” Sirius could feel you press your face to his neck. “Take a break for the night and promise me to sleep in tomorrow.”
“Okay,” you whispered. You were aware he was probably not spending the spring break of his life. You spent most of the day studying while he was only spending half your time working on revising for the exams.
You pushed the potions notes off the bed and Sirius smiled “Now, that’s better.” He laid back on the bed and pulled you on top, “You’re so exhausted, baby.”
“Yeah,” you whispered.
Sirius stayed silent for a second before saying “Take the entire day off tomorrow.” He kept talking before you could argue “You spent the entire week working restless, you can take a day off. You won’t fail.”
You close your eyes, you had to admit you wouldn’t say no to this. Also… you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend. “Ok… I’ll take the day off.”
Sirius smiled and kissed you, his lips gently pressing against yours “Thank you, baby.”
You laid back on the bed, rolling so you were on your side of the mattress. With your stomach flat against the sheets, you slowly relaxed. Sirius observed you softly, glad you were finally resting.
“Baby?” he called. You opened your eyes and let him talk. “You must be tired of sitting on a chair all day, no?”
“Yeah my back is a little sore,” you whispered and before you could do anything, Sirius was straddling you, his hands on your back. “Oh.”
Sirius chuckled, “Let me take care of you, okay?” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear “Do you want to remove your pyjama shirt? So I can massage you better?” he asked gently, he just wanted you to feel better.
Once your top was removed, his hands slowly worked on your back muscles, fingers digging into your flesh, gently removing the knots. You relaxed into his touch, exhaustion leaving your body.
You knew how much you could trust him and how much he always wanted you to feel good. “I love you, Sirius,” you whispered, your eyelids now heavy from your restless day of studying.
He smiled, his lips finding your shoulder “I love you too, baby.”
You fell asleep there, as he was still massaging your back. Sirius chuckled to himself and removed himself from you before wrapping his arms around your sleeping form, his naked chest against your bare back. He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “Sleep tight, baby. You deserve it”
