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sleep-i-ness · 11 months ago

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Room Service (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Marlene, your best friend and roommate, has gone to class and left you with her mess to clean up.

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“You have to be kidding me.” You stared at the drunk man passed out on her bed. “Hey, Marlene, I think you forgot something!”

Your roommate did not reply, not that you had expected her to when you’d been awoken by the door slamming shut. She had returned at 4am, making such a racket that you were startled awake, the thought of burglars jumping through your mind. Until you heard the giggles and loud shushing. This must have been Marlene’s latest. It wasn’t that you minded; well, at least you’d known what you’d be getting into when you agreed to live with Marlene, but this hadn’t been part of the agreed roommate duties.

You'd like to say that this was the first time that this had every happened, that Marlene had brought a guy back in the knowledge that you were sleep next door, fully aware that you had a 10am class. But when she regularly woke up after a late night of partying for her morning run and 9am lecture, you didn't expect her to really understand. And sure, she had let you kick her out before, and hadn't complained about you bashing around in the kitchen until the early hours of the morning when you were too stressed to do anything other than bake. But it wasn't exactly on par with the level of noise that you had to deal with.

The door had swung open, and the sound of her hushed giggling had your groaning; the walls were so thin you could hear the creak of her bedsprings as they tumbled onto her bed, the squeak of movement, and you'd covered your head with your pillow.

And now you were here. With a drunk man, who, despite your reservations, really couldn’t be left alone to sleep his way through the morning. Who knows what he'd do? Or where he'd vomit. You shuddered at the thought.

Your phone buzzed and you tapped at the screen, groaning at the rather apologetic message from Marlene. "I'm so sorry, I had to dash, please, please get the man out of our flat. I'll owe you big time."

You rolled your eyes, and took a step into Marlene's room, noting with distaste the clothes strewn all over. And then took a deep breath as you spotted the pair of men's boxers just lying out in the open. A drunk unconscious man was one thing. A naked drunk unconscious man was entirely another.

You crossed the room, sidestepping the discarded underwear and crouched beside the bed, suddenly grateful that at least Marlene had left a water bottle beside the bed.

You tapped him on the shoulder. No response. Shaking him slightly, you frowned at the complete lack of movement. You hated to think what that meant for Marlene last night. In all fairness, the noise hadn't gone on for long, which you'd been thankful for at the time, but now you could probably chalk that up to something entirely separate.

Sighing, you turned your back on the man for a moment, shuffling around the room to pick up what you assumed to be his clothes. If Marlene had left you to deal with this, she could deal with you accidentally giving her stuff to him anyway.

With a deep breath, you pulled the covers off the man, turning your head away from the sight of the lower part of his body with a grimace. No, you certainly did not want to see that.

"Okay," you murmured, staring at the pair of boxers in your hand and then looking back at the man. "Let's get you dressed."

It would be a lot easier to deal with a dressed man, yes. You hooked one leg hole of the boxers over his leg, and then the other, lifting each limb to shimmy them up his body.

"Uh, hello?" the man slurred, and you jumped, backing away from him.

"So, you think you can get yourself dressed?"

"Uh," came his rather intelligent response as he looked down at himself, and then stumbled to his feet, tripping over the boxers as he did so.

"Woah, woah," you rushed forward to catch him before he tipped onto his face; you were not taking him to A&E if he broke his nose. Together you managed to pull the boxers up round his waist and you sighed with relief. Not naked anymore. You could deal with this.

“I think I’m gonna be-” the man clasped a hand over his mouth, body convulsing as he retched and you jumped back in disgust, grabbing the nearest receptacle to hold out in front of him. Marlene could buy a new bin.

You grimaced as he fell back onto the bed, clutching the bin as he went down still retching. He pushed himself up, pinning the bin between his knees and leaning over it, dark hair hanging around his face. The retching subsided after a minute and the man placed the bin down on the floor delicately, looking up at you with a grey pallor to his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, at least having the decency to seem sort of sheepish.

“Do you think we can get you dressed now?”

He nodded vigorously, and then groaned, hitting his head back against the wall with a thunk. You rolled your eyes; what a start to the morning. The clock on Marlene’s bedside table read 7:43 and you were at least grateful that you had a good two hours before class. Plenty of time to get him out, although with the lack of coherent movement from him, you doubted it would be an easy feat.

You sighed and grabbed his trousers from where they lay on the opposite side of the room, laying them out at his feet for him to give it a go. He just stared at them. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Grumbling under your breath, you began to yank them up his legs, stopping when you got to his knees and just looking at him with raised eyebrows.

He stared back at you, forehead wrinkled. And then jolted, pulling himself to his feet where you could continue to manoeuvre the trousers up. Why did he have to have such tight trousers? It was taking real effort to get them up over his body.

The rest of his clothes followed a similar pattern; you would offer them to him, he would look at it dumbly and you would just sigh and dress him. It was like the dolls you used to play with as a kid, if they were a fully grown man who was a lot less pliant.

“Who do you live with?”

“With Prongs,” the man mumbled, lying stretched out on the bed again.

You rolled your eyes. At this rate they were going to get permanently stuck that way. “Prongs?”

And that was how you met James Potter at about half eight in the morning, in his dressing gown and bedhead. He blinked at you blearily from the doorway, mouth opening and then closing again. In all fairness, this probably wasn’t the best first impression; you still in your pyjamas and trying your hardest to hide the grumpy expression on your face.

You would’ve felt guilty if it weren’t for the look of realisation dawning across his face at the sight of the man leaning on you.

“I’ve got something that I think belongs to you.” You pushed the man into him, trying to hide a snort as he stumbled into James’ arms.

“Sirius,” he sighed. James righted Sirius, pushing him to lean against a wall and ignoring how he slid down onto the floor with a soft thud. “I’m sorry.”

James rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Thanks for bringing him back. He usually manages to make his way home at some point in the morning, but he’s never had a girl accompany him back.”

You pulled a face. He definitely had gotten the wrong end of the stick, and it filled you with a sort of revulsion, especially having seen him throwing up in your roommate’s bin.

“My roommate had an early class so left me to clean up her,” you waved at Sirius slumped on the floor, “mess.”

He laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his mess. The silence dragged on and so you smiled, although you were pretty sure it came out as a grimace. “I’ll be off then. Enjoy.”

“Thanks again!” James called out after you and you just waved him off.

You sat on your couch, textbook in hand as you stared at the meaningless words on the page. You couldn't comprehend anything before your eyes; nothing had been going in for the past hour. Most people were out on a Friday night, but the stress of university meant that you were less than willing to sacrifice her learning for partying every night. Marlene believed the complete opposite and thus you saw very little of each other, especially following the incident with Sirius. Tonight, however, was an exception.

"Hey bestie," Marlene wheedled, her tone already insinuating that she wanted something. Plonking herself next to you on the couch, Marlene wrapped her arms around you. "Have I ever told you how much of a great friend you are?"

"Alright, what are you after?” you sighed, shrugging her off. "You only act this clingy when you want something from me."

"Come out with me tonight. You've been cooped up indoors for hours now and you need to let your hair down. There's a gig at the pub, it’s some band with guys from campus and it’s going to be really chill. Dorcas and Lily will be there, you like them, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I really have to work though,” you protested, running your fingers through your unbrushed hair, wincing as they caught on a knot.

“Y/N! You’ve been working all week; you need a break. Trust me, love. Go take a shower and I’ll pick out an outfit for you.” Marlene sighed exasperatedly, pushing you off the sofa as you hesitated. “And I owe you many, many drinks to say thank you.”

��We have two hours to get there,” she hollered up at you. “Even I don’t take that long to get ready, so you have no excuses.”

Stepping into the pub, you weren’t sure how Marlene managed to talk you into this. It was probably the promise of free drinks; she owed you at least until the end of term. The room was packed full of people and if Marlene hadn’t been holding her arm, you would’ve been lost instantly. Marlene lit up, waving frantically at a group in the back – you were too far away still to be sure, but you were almost certain that it would consist of at least Dorcas and Lily and whichever other poor friends they’d managed to drag along.

“Lily! Dorcas! Mary!” Marlene squealed, bounding forward to hug them. “Look at us! The gang all back together!”

You laughed; although you would never admit it to Marlene, you were sort of glad that she’d dragged you out. You never really got to see the others much anymore, but you’d all been thick as thieves at school together and it had been a real shame to drift once you’d gone off to separate London unis.

“Oh my God.” Marlene stopped dead in her tracks, any excitement completely wiped from her as she stared at something behind you, eyes wide. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hide me, he’s here.”

“Who?” You turned around, scanning the crowd for whichever one of Marlene’s hookups had emerged. Not that you necessarily knew what all of them looked like; more just how they had sounded. Well, not like that.

“Sirius Black,” she groaned, hiding her face in Lily’s shoulder. “I don’t want to see him.”

Your eyes caught on the very familiar face, and you winced as you watched him weave through the crowd, followed by James. He looked a lot better not throwing up in your bin, you mused, and then froze with horror as he made eye contact with you. And winked.

Disgusting.

James followed Sirius’ gaze and laughed, turning to whisper something in Sirius’ ear, who stumbled slightly in response. And then straightened and started towards you.

“Marlene,” you reached out your arm behind you, feeling around as you tried to pat her. “Marlene, he’s coming over here.”

“What?” She sat bolt upright and shook her head. “No, I’m out of here.”

You spun round, eyes wide. “You can’t just leave me, he’s your hook-up.”

“Not my problem anymore. One-night stands should stay as one-night stands.” And she slid out of her chair and away from the table, Dorcas and Mary trailing after her. The traitors. You stared at Lily who just shrugged, with a sort of resigned you-know-what-Marlene-is-like expression, and then glanced behind you with an odd little smirk. Of course she was enjoying this.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You spun around, grimacing at the sight of Sirius Black. It was a shame how pretty he was, it made it harder to be irritated by him. But then you pictured the image of him throwing up in your bin and that feeling was very quickly squashed.

“Prongs says I know you,” he glanced back, and you followed his gaze to see James smirking at the pair of you. You flipped him off and he laughed. “Won’t tell me how. Care to elaborate? Did we, uh-”

“No,” you scoffed, mouth twisting into a grimace. And then you smirked. “I don’t know if you remember my flatmate, Marlene; she’s gone off somewhere. I had to evict you from our flat the next day.”

He frowned. Opened his mouth. And then closed it again.

“I think we really got to know each other when you threw up in our bin. Or maybe when you were still too drunk to get dressed by yourself so sort of lay there like a Ken doll.” You twirled a strand of hair around your finger, delighting in the look of horror dawning across his face. Oh, he deserved this.

Sirius rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m going to need another drink to hear the rest of this.”

“I’ll have a vodka lemonade.”

He sighed. “I’ll make it a double.”

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