babyyyy hii 😚 i heard u were looking for reqs may i request lovergirl abby who comforts n babys you while on your period just like overbearing you w love and care
thats all ily <3
word count: 0.5k (sorry it’s a short one)
content: established relationship, lover girl!abby, absolute fluff!!
authors note: thank you for this request it was so much fun! and ilyt mootie!! Sorry it took me so long :,)
Abby is a lover girl to say the least. She always has been. Even when you weren’t dating, she was always calling to make sure you were okay. She would even send you flowers when you were sick. But now that you were dating and actually living together, she would do whatever it takes to make you feel just a little better, heck she’d risk her health just to improve yours, that was the bare minimum for Abby.
Every little cough signalling you might have a cold, she'd be rushing to the store, grabbing cough drops, tea, anything she could. And just to your luck you woke up with your period.
You wake up, your stomach feeling extra empty and your legs sticking to the bed. You thought you must have sweated a lot in your sleep but as you lift your legs to sit up you realise it was a completely different case. “Shit…” you mutter quietly as Abby was still asleep. You practically sprint to the bathroom trying not to wake up your girlfriend.
As you were finishing cleaning yourself up in the bathroom you hear a sleepy Abby call out to you. “Babe! Where are you?” Her voice was still a little raspy from waking up. “Baby come here,” she continued, sounding more concerned than the last time, she must have noticed the sheets. And like the good girlfriend you are, you come back into the room. She rushes over to you, her hands fall to your hips. “Are you alright? Are you hurting? Do you need anything?” Her words bring a smile to your lips.
You giggle. “Slow down, Abs. I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper to her. She presses a kiss to your temple making your giggle again.
“Whatever you say… but I’m still making you tea.” She teases as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Go lay down on the couch. Don’t worry about the stain.” After changing the sheets and fixing you a cup of tea she returns with a heat pack and a blanket to keep you cozy.
“Is there anything else I can do for you baby?” She sits down next to you, an arm snaking its way around you.
You shake your head softly, but you cling closer to her, pulling at her shirt. “You don’t always have to fuss over me like this Abby.” You pout your lips. You won’t admit it, but you love how much Abby cares for you when you’re sick.
She hums and presses her chin to the top of your head. “Don’t say that. I want to.” There’s not a drop of hesitation in her voice. She doesn’t want you to be ashamed of needing help, especially when you're feeling sick like this. She adjusts the heat pack gently against your stomach. “Y’know I hate that I can’t fix it…” She mumbles with her chin still resting on your head.
“Fix what?” You retort. Her arms tighten around you.
“That you’re hurting.”
She frowns, and it’s a genuine frown like it physically hurts her to see you like this. You tilt your head to look up at her and all you can do is smile. “I love you.” You nuzzle into her.
request: omg i loved your drabble with sirius and ravenclaw! reader 🥹 could you perhaps write with the same pairing when she gets really jealous and would rather die than admit it <3
note: sorry it took me a bit to get to this but yas i rlly hope you enjoy it!!! :D it was fun to write, its around 1238 words !
warnings: n/a
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You glared at the back of Sirius’s head with intensity, as if the boy could feel it. His potions partner giggled and gripped his bicep at some stupid sarcastic comment he made. Sirius was brilliant at potions, yet he never paid attention. He severely lacked with the essays, but his potions were infuriatingly well done, so he always took it easy and his partner never did anything besides fawn over him. No matter who it was.
The bimbo next to him was doing that very well.
“It's rubbish isn't it?” Xenophilius, your partner, was eccentric, to say the least. Not in a bad way, normally you and him had a fun time and managed to do a good enough job, thanks to your many hours at the library, however, today was a lackluster performance. According to Slughorn, the potion was supposed to be an ‘eclectic orange!’ and yours was almost terracotta. You didn’t know what he meant by eclectic but it for sure wasn’t this.
"Yes, I suppose you could say so"
Xenophilius was in his own world half the time and certainly did not know what was going on in your class and you had been a bit preoccupied today. Watching the stupid witch cling to your boyfriend. You wouldn’t dream of admitting it to him, but it stung to watch his housemate fawn over him, you knew there was no threat— he complained about how useless she was often enough that you knew he was simply exasperated with her. But he never pushed her away, and you knew it was in an effort to vex you. So you glared and pouted behind his back. Almost as if he could feel it Sirius turned his head towards you, sending you a wink over his shoulder.
Bastard.
”Don’t worry so much Xeno,” you muttered as you both peered into your simmering cauldron, watching the marmalade-orange swirl with a grimace. He looked at you from over his thin-framed glasses, peeling his eyes with a hint of nervousness. You maintained your cool composure. “I’ll get it fixed,”
He gave a weak smile, leaning back on his stool. People were starting to bottle their concoctions, so you did the same. Giving the small vial to Xenophilius to walk up to the Slughorn’s desk. He stared at the very wrongly colored liquid in discontent and you shot him an award-winning smile.
It was tricky to get the timing right. But Sirius, as much as you loved him, was predictable. He gave his small vial to his partner, and the two fell in step with you and Xenophilius.
“So, no explosions today?”
”That was one time, you need to let it go,” You rolled your eyes as a smirk slid onto his lips. Two weeks ago your cauldron bursted into ash, Xenophilius added one too many slices of dugbog tongue, and the entire potion immediately turned to dust. Slughorn found it quite hilarious having never seen such a thing! you were grateful the jolly man let you restart otherwise your grade would be down the gutter. Xenophilius started adding only stuff you had measured beforehand.
“I’m just surprised such bright Ravenclaws such as yourselves managed to do such a thing” he basically giggled out the statement, enjoying the reddening of your cheeks and the way you tried to play it off. His partner, predictably so, started to try to get closer to Sirius and ended up ahead of the two of you. You gave Xenophilius a small push to do the same. As much as you liked your potions partner, your housemate was the definition of ditzy. He quickly lost balance and bumped into Sirius’s partner, the both of them dropping the vials.
“Arresto momentum” Your wand work had been quick enough to hold them in the air just before they hit the cobblestone, and you were quick to bend down to grab them. “Here you go Hilda-“ you handed her one of the vials back.
”It’s Brenda,”
“I really could not care less,” You smiled at her, genuinely so and Sirius couldn’t help but to bark out a laugh.
”A yes Ms Y/L/N, Mr Lovegood, I trust we had no issues today?”
Xenophilius scratched the back of his head, opening his mouth to confess that it had gone less than stellar, you quickly kicked his foot to shut him up.
”I believe we did swell professor” You handed him the vial, the now ‘eclectic’ orange potion in his hand made his eyes sparkle with delight.
“And that you did, flawless work you two” You smiled widely and shot Sirius a smirk. His smirk fell from his face as he grabbed the vial from his partner, staring at the terracotta-colored liquid. You walked away quickly, dragging Xenophilius to clean up your station waving your wand with quiet spells to get everything in order before you left.
”May I know what we just did?”
”We did stellar is what we did, on top of that I settled scores so continue telling me about these marbles of yours”
"They're called Nargles, and well basically-"
"You're a vicious minx doll, sorry Xeno-" Sirius sauntered over, shooting Xeno a small smile before turning to you with a scowl. "Have we considered you were sorted into the wrong house?"
"Whatever do you mean?" You bid Xenophilius goodbye with a wave and picked up your bag, smiling innocently at your boyfriend. Sirius, ever the gentleman, quickly snatched your bag onto his own shoulder.
"I mean, that I know you switched them," he whispered in your ear "You should've been sorted into Slytherin," he tsk'd as he shook his head and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Honestly Sirius, I don't know where you get these ideas, maybe you were just too distracted with Ms. Hilda over there and botched it"
"Doll, we both know I don't botch potions," he had his arm around your shoulders as you walked, his lips ghosting over your ear as he pulled you against him. "green isn't your color, don't get jealous now,"
"The last thing I'd ever be, is jealous" You laughed sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Over your dead body.
"Oh is that so?"
"Indeed,"
"Then you won't care that I have to go in later and redo it with Brenda," you couldn't help the scowl that formed on your face, brows furrowed as you asked
"I thought we were supposed to go play on the pitch with James later" He laughed and pinched your cheek with his fingers.
"You got jealous and messed up my potion, now we both have to pay the price for it doll," you pushed him off now, his laughter bouncing off of the cobblestone.
"Goodbye Sirius!" you waved him off as you started walking, weaving through the people in the halls.
"Oh come on-" he quickly caught up to you, pulling you into his arm, halting traffic. He smushed you against his side again, not letting you fight your way out of his embrace. "I was just having a laugh love, I had enough for a second vial and gave him that one" you hummed in acknowledgment.
"Not funny, for the record I was not jealous-"
"If you say so love," he pressed a kiss to your cheek "but for the record, there's no need to be jealous, I'm yours" You elbowed him in the ribs, a barked laugh leaving him again, a small smile gracing your face.
Can we request a level 2 for an anger holder? What we know about him is that he's masc, aroace, it's undeadkin, and rot likes sandwiches. He also has brown hair and green eyes, and prefers darker colors- and that's kind of all we know. If that's not enough, that's fine, but thank you anyway.
✶ EMERGING FROM THE CEREAL IS...
There's actually an alter in the system I'm in like this! So, sorry if I projected a bit...
