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————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader Request: Could you please write an imagine for Steve and Bucky where you guys go out to eat and you tease them because seniors eat free and their seniors. Thank you so much and love your writings Warnings: None Notes: Hey guys, sorry I’ve been so shit with posting but hopefully things should be getting better. Anyway this is just a little imagine that I thought would be quite funny, enjoy! —————————————————————————————
“Steeeeeve…please.” You whined throwing your hands up in the air. “No Y/N, we have training, maybe after.” He grunted as he continued to beat on the punching bag. “Aww come on Steve, our best girl wants to eat lunch with us, we can miss training just this once.” Bucky chuckled, unwrapping his knuckles, already getting ready to ditch his training session. “Fine.” Steve finally relented, stopping his assault on the bag and unwrapping his knuckles as well. “Yay!” You exclaimed, doing a small victory dance at getting the boys to do what you wanted, “I knew you couldn’t resist spending time with me.” You chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah yeah. Where’d you want to eat kid?” Steve chuckled shaking his head and ruffling your hair. “How about the Italian place down the road?’ Bucky interjected, throwing an arm around your shoulder and leading you out the door. “Sounds good.” You smiled pushing Bucky’s arm off of your shoulder and grabbing Steve’s hand to drag him along behind you.
After the three of you were seated in a small booth in the corner a particular sign caught your attention and made you giggle. “What’s so funny?” Bucky asked nudging you in the arm. “Well it looks like our meal is going to be pretty cheap.” You giggled, a grin spreading from cheek to cheek. “What do you mean?” Steve said warily, taking a gulp of his water. “Well it seems that this place has a senior discount,” You laughed pointing at the sign and waiting for the two to catch on. “So…?” Bucky asked cocking an eyebrow. “How old are you Buck, 98 right?” You said with a wink, “And you Steve your only one year his junior, so you must be 97.” You said laughing at your own joke, watching as realisation hit them both. Steve just sighed and led his head on the table while Bucky just hid his face in his hands. “So you see looks like you guys are eating pretty cheaply.” You laughed at the soldiers exasperation.
Alright here we go...
To the people who are saying that 13 Reasons Why is “romanticizing suicide” or that it “portrays suicide as a way of finding peace”…..
Um. Absolutely not? Did we watch the same show?
The E N T I R E show is about the grief, anger, confusion, blame, and suffering that suicide can leave behind. Just because Hannah left tapes saying why she did it, doesn’t mean it gave anybody a sense of peace. The ending was 0.0% peaceful. The show is brutal and honest. This shit HAPPENED at my high school. It’s STILL happening in high school AND COLLEGE. These are very real and everyday struggles people go through, and that’s why it’s so critical to watch.
It is ABSOLUTELY important to talk about suicide because it is an extremely SERIOUS and REAL thing. Just because we are bringing it to light on a Netflix show doesn’t mean that it’s going to become “mainstream” or that the weight of the word “suicide” will become ANY less. No. Bringing this to light means that we can have one more way to help others understand why kids in high school (or even later in life) can feel this way. It means that if someone is considering taking their own life that maybe they will feel less ashamed or embarrassed seeking help and being open and honest about how they’re feeling. That maybe it is worth giving that one extra try. People saying Hannah got a sense of peace after making the tapes…absolutely fucking not? It was just her equivalent of a suicide note, she didn’t want to die. There was no true “moment of peace” when she died. So there was no glorifying the suicide process or making it seem peaceful. And if you watched (I’m not going to ruin it for anyone) you would see that doing what she did didn’t have any sort of positive or setting affect on any of those kids. It tore them up. There are no happy endings to a story like this.
Guys, talking about how you’re feeling IS OKAY. DO NOT BE EMBARRASSED TO SAY HOW YOU FEEL. YOU’RE FEELINGS MATTER. YOU MATTER. DON’T SUPPRESS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. SEEK HELP FROM FRIENDS, FAMILY, AND/OR PROFESSIONALS!
I’m incredibly proud of 13 Reasons Why and I’m even more proud of my friends who were in the show telling this vital story. YES it is extremely triggering because this stuff is real, so please be mindful of that. I’ve had a couple friends and family who had to take a break, but I think it’s so important for everyone to watch at some point in their lives as soon as they’re ready to. ♥️
please read this whole thing omg
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
Oh my god. This is just oh my god.
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT LOVE YOU ALL
This is so important! Read it!!
To anyone out there struggling, you are not alone. Come message me about anything idc im free if u just want to talk. The world needs you. Hang on❤️
I will forever reblog this, it is so important. You aren’t alone, I’ve been there too on both ends. If you need someone to talk to I’m always here <3
This is really important. I have been here, and have had friends in this place. Please, read it and know that you are loved and if any of you guys need to talk or vent, please do not be afraid to message me. I’m always willing to listen and help in any way I can. I love you guys.
What Happiness is Really Like
A/N) so I know this took forever and my apologies to the dear anon that requested it. Hi I really liked this prompt and decided to do it. I hope you like it and it lives up to your hopes and dreams.
Summary) a girl with a physical handicap is stuck in a wheelchair for her entire life. Because f this, she doesn’t think anyone will ever truly love her. One boy proves her wrong.
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My hands shook from anticipation. Not from fear. I wasn’t afraid. Not yet. But under the unnerving stares of the other students, I didn’t think it would take long for fear to take over.
Of course they stared. Everyone did. Or they averted their eyes, or stared me only in my eyes, or pretended they didn’t see me at all. I didn’t know if that was better or worse than straight up acknowledging what they saw. I was a witch in a wheelchair. It was their issue if they couldn’t deal with it.
I stared straight ahead as I pushed myself through the crowd in the entrance hall, excited to reach the great hall. I wanted to know who i was; I wanted an identity of my own other than the wheel chair I sat in. This was my time, I told myself. This was my time.
I was broken out of my moment by a crash and the sound of someone falling. All the children in the hall turned to look. On a heap on the floor were four boys, each varying quite noticeably in appearance. A scrawny chestnut haired boy with the buddings of scars dancing on his neck. A boy thick as he was tall, bubbly and talkative, with sandy blonde hair and bright eyes. A boy with pitch black hair and olive skin, glasses askew on his nose. And one that I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes from. His hair was as black as the other boy’s, but his eyes were a shocking grey against the pale shade of his skin. He was pretty, I noticed. I had never noticed anyone like that before.
By the time the professors came in, muttering about how it was too early in the year for this and that they should wait till they were sorted for this behavior so their houses could “feel the impact of their misdeeds,” but the boys just laughed and stood before continuing with the rest of the group to the great hall. My eyes seemed to follow them.
I watched them as they each stepped up to the sorting hat and discovered who they were, and then it was suddenly my turn. The hat was brought to me, to avoid the hassle of maneuvering the chair up the stairs.
And when the hat called out gryffindor, I knew.
Suddenly it was like all the fog had been cleared away. This was the new piece of my identity. Gryffindor. I was a gryffindor.
I grinned excitedly and I rolled to the end of the gryffindor table, parking my chair and looking back up to the hat, where more children were being placed.
In the corner of my eye, I watched him.
The boy was too intriguing not to look at. He was this colorful bouncy thing, with a sensitivity and gorgeousness that was too hard to resist. And even as my life fell into place for the first time, I was looking at him. ——————
By fifth year, I had a personality. People had gotten used to the chair, other than the fort years that flowed in every year. But they knew better than to mess with a fourth year.
I wasn’t just the chair anymore. Or, at least, I could distract myself from the chair. It was almost like I was a normal person. I was a gryffindor. I was good at defense against the dark arts. I loved the pudding in the great hall. But in the back of my mind, I was still the girl in the wheelchair.
I took my place in potions on a brisk Monday morning in October. The dungeons had more of a stingy cold feeling than they usually did, but the fires of our burners helped chase the chill out.
I had been taking this class all year, sitting behind him.
It was almost an experiment. I studied him the way one would study a lab rat.
But he was anything except a rat. High set cheekbones, grey, dancing eyes, lovely black hair that swept his neck.
I discovered his name was Sirius Black. He was in my year and my house, which I already knew. He was friends with a small group of boys and girls, but he seemed closest with three of them. Their names were James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They were hilarious to watch. Like a comedy show performed live at Hogwarts. Something was always happening with them. Pranks and jokes, and laughter that always seemed to emanate from them.
I still had kept away from them. I was a new person from when I arrived at the school, but I was still the wheelchair girl. And until I could get over my disability and believe that I was someone other than the someone in my chair, it would stay that way. It almost broke my heart. I was separated from someone who didn’t know I existed, but it hurt so much to think about. Like we had this unbreakable bond that he just happened to not be aware of.
By the time potions had begun and Slughorn had started his lecture, I was too busy being enraptured by Sirius to pay attention. He was stealing glances at James while looking back at his notes, as if studying James instead of potions. I tried to take down some notes, more to make it look like I was paying attention, but only ended up doodling.
Doodling the back of his head.
It was, of course, an accident, but it ended up becoming a full blown drawing after a while. I wasn’t what one would call an artist, but drawing him seemed to take my hand away. It was easy, like I had been doing it forever.
The bell rang suddenly, and I was shocked out of my hazy daze. I began to pack my things away, attempting to slide them over the table and onto my lap so I could ride with them there instead of putting them in my bag. But everything came tumbling down.
Muttering curses under my breath, I began to gather all my things up, bending over my chair and scooping things toward me. After I managed to pick up half my things, I noticed the feet standing directly in front of me.
It was like a cheesy movie that I didn’t want to watch, let alone be in.
When my eyes reached the face of Sirius Black, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the paper in his hands, where half of my notes were and where a giant doodle of him was. His lips curled up in one corner before he dropped his hand, meeting his eyes to mine.
“Nice drawing, y/n.”
He placed my things in my lap and walked out the dungeon door.
My heart just about exploded out of my chest. He knew my name. I knew how much I sounded like a star struck teenage girl, but he knew my name. I had never talked to him once in my life and he knew my name.
I raced down the halls, my mind going as fast as the wheels on my chair. I forced myself to be calm and sensible. He probably heard it on the class roster or something. That was it. He didn’t know my name. He just happened to have heard it. My heart slowed a bit.
But the picture.
Oh Merlin, the picture.
How the hell was I supposed to explain that to anyone? He probably told his friends. They probably thought I was a freak.
The bell for our next class rang, and I decided to do something about it.
When lunch rolled around, I took a deep breath and searched for him. He was in his usual place with his friends in the great hall. My hands all but shook as I made m way over to him and tapped his shoulder.
My breath got caught in my chest when his eyes met mine. I choked down my panic.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I asked timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. But he heard it. He smiled and nodded, before nodding to his friends as if to let them know. They all stared over his shoulder curiously as I turned and quickly hurried away, not even checking to make sure he was following me.
I found a deserted classroom almost immediately. I knew where they all where because I used to eat lunch in the when I was a first and second year to avoid the stares in the great hall.
When I finally turned around, he was looking around the room with interest, and I waited for his to make their way to me. When they finally did, they looked quizzical.
“What color are your eyes?” He asked. I was taken aback, and I stuttered before choking out the color I was looking for. He narrowed his eyes. “Strange. I couldn’t tell. They changed from when you were in the dungeon to now,” he informed me, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Thank Merlin for the lack of light in the room.
“Um, okay,” I muttered, and he looked at me with a slight smirk on his face. I shuddered in a breath. “So I just wanted to apologize-”
“No need!” He cut me off. “I loved the picture. You’re really talented.”
My eyes were wide. “Thanks,” I said in a strangled voice. His smile widened. “Where did you learn to draw like that?” He asked, taking a step closer. I backed away a tiny bit. “I don’t want to keep you from your friends,” I told him. He shook his head. “It’s okay. The see enough of my anyway.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was looking at me expectantly and I was at a complete loss. “My grandpa,” I blurted out finally. It startled us both. Sirius laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah” I said. “He was a wonderful artist, and he taught me a few things before he died.”
That was all it took. That tiny piece of information in his hands, and it was like he was holding my heart. The way he stared at me when I talked, the way he was so intent on catching every word, made me feel so singled out. I usually didn’t like being the center of attention, but he made it so I wasn’t. I was what he was focused on, but the way he focused was the center of attention.
By the time the next class started, he had somehow learned all about my grandparents. I don’t even know how it happened. But talking to him was so easy. It was like breathing.
“Meet me in the courtyard, yeah? We’ll talk more,” he said before rushing out the door without waiting for my reply. I wondered if I’d ever stop getting winded when I talked to him.
The answer, I discovered, was no. Months had passed, conversations had flowed, and Sirius Black still managed to take my breath away.
It was like we had taken turns releasing all of our agitation. I learned about his family, and he learned about my disability. Talking to him made me feel like I was standing there with him instead of sitting in the chair looking up at him.
Per my request, I hadn’t met any of his friends. I was still so unsure of everything, it was like stepping on fresh ice every time I spoke about myself.
But I loved listening to him. Even in the midst of his saddest stories, his eyes would still be alight with a flame of rebellion that just made my heart do things that I didn’t know hearts could do.
And on a warm day in march, I discovered that his might have been doing everything mine was.
We found ourselves in the Gryffindor common room during dinner, and it was vacant if everyone aside from ourselves. We were talking and talking and the we weren’t. A silence fell between us. Not a bad silence. A contemplative silence. He broke it.
“Why didn’t you ever talk to me?”
The question shocked me. I decided to play dumb. “What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes on the flame in the hearth. He chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
I pressed my lips together and looked at him. He was sitting there with an open expression, just waiting to listen to me. “I’m in a chair,” I said lamely. But that was all it took for understanding to flood his features. He pushed off the couch and kneeled in front of me. I didn’t look at him.
“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Sirius asked. I nodded. “You have made your own life very hard because of your insecurities,” he told me. I looked up at him, unsure of how to feel. I knew he was a blunt person, so i decided it wasn’t meant to offend me. I just waited for him to continue.
“I know you see yourself as a chair with a body in it,” he started again. “You are more than that. As much as you don’t allow yourself to believe it.” He stood up and walked around my chair, turning me to face the fire.
“You are brilliant and articulate and talented and beautiful and so so so very important,” he declared, dropping to my level again. I said nothing, but watched him with uncertainty as my face flooded with color. My heart was beginning to conflict with my head. Everything he said, just because he said it, rang as true to my heart. But my head denied it with all of its power. His words went against everything I had every believed about myself. It was like throwing away a religion and grabbing onto a new one. But he was relentless.
“You told me about your life and everything that happened. I know how you’ve been treated in the past. I’ll never be on the level you’re on, but you’ve heard my stories, too, Y/n,” he continued, speaking so fast that his face turned red.
“I know I’ll never be able to force you to believe me. I know you have to find it within yourself to accept how perfect you are. But I’m sick of standing by and waiting.” He pulled my chair closer, and I leaned back as his face came in close mine. I could feel the warmth of his skin, even at his distance. Proof of the fire that never died within him.
I stared unsure into his eyes, but was met with only a fierceness that startled me. I had never seen anyone so passionate about anything. “I’m gonna be here to give you the push you need to accept yourself,” he whispered. He looked at me, and I looked back. I fumbled for something to say.
“How do you do that?” I finally whispered. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, and from this distance, I could have counted his brow hairs. “What am I doing?”
I sighed gently, lowering my eyes to my lap. “Make it sound so easy to believe,” I told him. Hi fingers grasped my chin and pulled my gaze back to him. Like looking into an open flame. “It should be,” Sirius said. “It should be.”
And suddenly he was moving in. And then his lips brushed mine, and I tried to stifle my gasp. And when he pushed a little more toward me, we collided.
He kissed like he thought. Like he spoke. Like he stared. Passionate. Honest. Heated. All I could do was become absorbed in his flames.
I don’t know how long we stayed there. I only know the voice that stole me away from his lips.
“Bloody hell, mate!”
Sirius broke away slowly, as if reluctant. He turned his gaze to the door, where his friends stood, gaping with surprise. I immediately ducked my head. All I could think was that they must have been shocked to see him with someone like me. I must have ruined him. I must have turned his friends against him.
But his hand folding into mine seemed to send a different message.
“This is Y/N,” he told them. I swore there was pride in his tone, but I convinced myself otherwise. My overthinking came to a sudden halt when he finished what I had thought was a final sentence.
“My girlfriend.”
Eyes wide with disbelief, it was my turn to gape as all eyes turned to him. But he stared only at me. His lips were curled in a hopeful smile. “If she’ll have me,” he finished. I smiled, feeling my cheeks come to life.
“Duh,” I whispered, smirking boomed out laughter. His eyes twinkled with something I had never seen in anyone’s eyes before when they looked at me. I would have to figure out what it was.
“These are the idiots that follow me around,” Sirius explained in a matter-of-fact voice. “Watch it, Black,” James said, tossing a quill at his head. The other boys began to hatter and introduce themselves, and I was suddenly in the middle of that cloud of laughter that seemed to follow them everywhere.
Yes, I would have to figure that emotion out. But now wasn’t the time. I was happy right now, a new but welcome thing. The warmth around me drew my attention. I hoped from then on that I would never lose that warmth again. And, from the look on Sirius’ face, I won’t. ———————-
The answer was love. I never knew it. I had never seen it before. But that’s what it was. I didn’t know it resonated in my eyes as well. —————— “If you drop me, you’ll understand pain,” I warned Sirius as he pointed his wand down at me. He rolled his eyes. “When have I ever dropped you?” He demanded. I raised an eyebrow. His face quickly shifted to apologetic sheepishness. “Let’s not dwell on the past, love.” I rolled my eyes.
“Wingardrium Leviosa,” he said. I felt the magic wrap it’s warmth around me and lift me out of the chair. I floated gently over the ground and toward Sirius until he clasped his arms around me and the magic vanished. He held me tight and upright, my feet stepping on top of his.
He smiled. “Shall we dance, m'lady?” I laughed and nodded. “We shall!” With a flourish of a wand, music spilled into the room and carried us away. We danced around the room to a song I don’t remember. But his arms were wrapped around me as he lead me through the room.
“This is good practice,” he told me. “Yeah,” I replied. “And you’re getting better!” Pride lifted his features. “Well, it’ll have to be absolutely perfect for the wedding.”
Butterflies erupted. The wedding. When Sirius proposed I had laughed, believing it was a joke. But I had never loved anyone more than I loved him, and I allowed him to convince me that he was telling the truth. That he wanted to marry me.
And he told me he wanted to dance.
Nerves had quickly accumulated, and I thought I would have to tell him there was no way. But he figured it out. He used the spell on me to bring me to him, and held me as he danced. He learned how to dance with me. And he practiced every day. We would glide around the room to a new song, and though we never matched the tempo, it never mattered.
I stared into his eyes again, jut to watch the flame ignite.
“Oh, for Merlins sake. Stop being all soggy,” James whined as he opened the door to the apartment. Sirius laughed, guiding me back to the chair and sitting me down. Lily, Remus, and Peter followed James in.
“So how are plans?” Peter asked, excitement alight in his face. Sirius grinned. “We booked the place for the ceremony and the reception. Going to be at a fancy park, isn’t that right, love?”
I blushed lightly, still not used to being the center of attention in this group. “Erm, yeah. A place down in Scotland near Hogwarts,” I told them, ducking my head. Lily sighed dreamily. “I wish James had been that romantic,” she joked.
“Ay!” James protested. “I’m romantic!” He declared. Lily gave him a sarcastic smile. “Yes. I believe you, dear.”
“Well, what about the finances? Need any help with the books or anything?” Remus pressed, looking between us for information. “Sit down, mr. Smarty pants. Funds are taken care of. Ish. Enough,” Sirius told him. I tried to hide how untrue that was.
“Well, if you need me to-”
“We got it, Remus,” Sirius insisted. “Relax for once in your OCD life.” Remus smiled and rolled his eyes. “Like I could.”
Lily dove into a conversation about dresses, but I had floated away. I was out of my body and looking down. And what I saw made tears well up in my eyes. I saw a me that danced. A me that smiled. A me that didn’t make me ashamed. And it was all because of him. I unconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand, smiling gently at him. Just to see him smile back.
This was happiness. I finally knew happiness.
I absolutely love this, I haven't seen as many handicapped imagines before. i'm glad I saw this though. I love how it talks about self confidence and self love. from self experience ( i am disabled) i have gone though those feelings at one point. Love the way you write and you imagine!! ❤️❤️
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Holy shit I’m trying not to cry.
i really needed this one tonight
Do it!!!
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EVERYONE DO IT
I fully expected to be Rick rolled and I was instead very, very pleased
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The Seven Days of Hell
Imagine: Living with the Marauders and when that time of the month comes around, no one knows what to do. Well, except Sirius. He has a plan. Plus, this gif of Sirius.
Sirius walked into the kitchen, clutching a calendar and a cigarette. He was in scarlet and gold pajama pants, a pair of your rainbow colored toe socks, hair tousled and wand tucked behind his ear. Remus sat at the kitchen table, clutching the Daily Prophet and a cup of coffee. James sat in another chair, eyes closed. Peter sat across from him, lazily levitating the pepper shaker into the air and moving it up and down, occasionally sprinkling some in James Potter’s hair.
“It is the first day of the seven days of hell,” Sirius announced, holding the calendar up and pointing to the date. The block had ‘the flood begins’ in red marker in James’ handwriting inside it. Remus put the paper down and took a sip of his coffee, staring at Sirius with raised eyebrows. James’ eyes shot open. Peter lowered the pepper shaker. Sirius spoke again, “I fear while this day will be full of terrible, treacherous trials, it will not be the worst of them. Tomorrow, I feel, will be the most intense battle of these seven days of dangerous conflicts. Today, we will prepare ourselves secretly, while also making the day more tolerable for our dearest Y/N.”
“And how to you propose we do that, Pads?” Remus asked.
“Ah, Moony, my skeptical mate, I have been up all night preparing,” Sirius answered, tapping the calendar with his wand and making it vanish. “In my eight hours of debate with myself on how to go about this correctly, I have decided the best way to accomplish a twelve hour truce with the bleeding, brooding best is simply breakfast in bed.”
“Well,” James piped up. “I think that’s a great plan, Sirius. But, I must say that the best way to start off this genius plan is not to call Y/N a bleeding, brooding beast.”
“My apologies, Prongs,” Sirius said with a smug smirk. “A moment of weakness, my friend, a moment of fear. Now, since this is my wonderfully thought out, full- proof, perfect plan, I’ve decided that I’m captain of this operation. So, with that being said - Moony, get on the eggs! Peter, there’s fresh oranges in the cupboard. Make our girl the best glass of O.J. she’ll ever taste! Prongs, the bacon, boy! Get to work!”
Remus stood up, depositing his coffee cup in the sink, and moving towards the stove, “And just what will you be doing, Padfoot?”
“What will I be doing?” Sirius asked incredulously. “I, Moony, will be making the most perfectly toasted, precisely buttered toast for our dearest housemate!”
With this being said and orders being distributed, the kitchen was launched into a chaos of shuffling feet, sizzling grease, and Sirius marching around with his toast, barking orders at everyone. In twenty minutes, Y/N’s breakfast was done and plated wonderfully. Sirius had prepared a cute wooden tray with a sky blue plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast upon it. On it also sat a glass of orange juice and tucked under the plate was a chocolate frog, courtesy of Remus. Beside her plate was a small bowl of sliced strawberries and a fork wrapped in a napkin.
Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus all stood huddled around it, contemplating. Peter let out a sigh, “Do you think this is enough? For a truce?”
“It has to be,” Sirius answered. “Anything else would be far too much of a risk. It wouldn’t be thought through. Not foolproof.”
With a shaky breath, James hoisted the tray into the air with his wand, “I’ll go first.”
“Thank you for your sacrifice, James,” Sirius nodded, following him up the stairs. They walked in a straight, tense line. James, then Sirius, Peter behind him, and Remus taking up the rear. They reached the door much faster than any of them would’ve liked.
“She likes you the best Moony,” Peter hissed. “You knock.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” Remus replied hastily with a grin. “She definitely fancies James.”
With a small squeak, James raised his hand to the door and knocked thrice. They all stood outside awaiting a response. Seconds later, they received one. A sleepy voice on the inside croaked out, “Come in.”
Peter pushed open the door and James strutted through, hoisting your food through the door and over to you, allowing it to land gently in your lap. The orange juice barely sloshed. Remus spoke first as Y/N gawked silently at them. He grinned, “This is our offering, O’ Bloody One.”
Sirius’ eyes went wide and he kicked Remus in the shin. But, you were laughing. The tension in the room fell and the boys all slumped with relief. You smiled down at your breakfast and back up at the Marauders. “You boys are so sweet.”
“Anything for our girl,” Sirius grinned.
Silence filled the room like a gas and the boys just stood there, watching you chomp down on bacon. After two pieces, you rolled your eyes, “Well c’mon then, loves. Are we not going to have a lovely breakfast and make fun of the muggle television this morning?”
With grunts and giggled, the boys all snuggled into your king size bed. James inched in beside you, snaking arm arm around your waist. Sirius plopped a pillow down on your legs, laying horizontally across the bed, head on your legs. Peter filed in on your other side, laying his head on your shoulder. Remus placed himself in the space between James and Sirius, sticking a pillow on James’ stomach and leaning against it, sprawling his legs out across Sirius’ torso. James turned on the TV with a click of a button.
A blonde newswoman appeared on the screen pointing at what appeared to be a cold front. You grinned to yourself as James pressed a kiss to your cheek and Sirius started giggling about the misspelling of the word front on the screen.
“What kind of word is ‘fornt’?” he asked, laughing.
Faking your period had to be one of the best things you’d ever done.
I have to say, this is one of the best ones i have ever read 😂
What Harry Potter has taught me
Harry Potter taught me that something is worth dieing for.
Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is 100x more powerful than luck.
Hermione Granger taught me that education is a girls best asset, even if it doesn’t make you too many friends.
Severus Snape taught me to never, ever judge a person.
Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything could be cute with the right perspective.
Ginny Weasley taught me that bold is beautiful.
Lily Potter taught me that there is nothing on earth more powerful than a mother’s love.
Remus Lupin taught me that fear is the only thing I should be afraid of.
Dolores Umbridge taught me that education in a political agenda is a terrible thing!!
Sirius Black taught me that the ones we love never truly leave us.
Albus Dumbledore taught me that not all good people are good.
Draco Malfoy taught me that bad people are not always bad.
Neville Longbottom taught me to stand up for what’s right - even if your terrified.
Luna Lovegood taught me that weird is wonderful.
Dobby taught me that freedom is a gift. *cue a fan girl popping up and squealing, “Dobby is a free elf!”*
Kreacher taught me that if you want to get to know a person, look at how they treat their inferiors.
Fred and George taught me that sometimes you just need a good laugh.
The Dursleys taught me that a world without imagination is a very dull place. *shivers*
Arthur Weasley taught me that a good sense of curiosity and a bit of obsession can be a good thing.
Molly Weasley taught me that a happy family is not measured in gold.
Nymphadora Tonks taught me to love myself no matter what I look like.
Peter Pettigrew taught me that rats don’t make good friends.
Minerva Mcgonagall taught me that a good cause is worth the fight no matter what age.
Hedwig taught me that the love for our pets is very real.
Lord Voldemort taught me that life without love is barely living.
J.K. Rowling taught me that stories we love will stay with us -
Always.
I had to reblog this <3
Reblog if Black Lives Matter to you
Where are those woke white people at!?
The amount of notes this doesn’t have bothers me…
Tumblr has 30-50 million active users. Why does this not even have 1 million notes?
I have over three thousand followers and so far only two reblogged this I’m disappointed
Harry Potter as a teen comedy…
maybe the best example of editing can portray a mood, tbh like this is really funny but it’s also just artistically amazing
i literally always reblog this because its soooo good
ALWAYS REBLOG.
Luna Lovegood; Ravenclaw
Hermione Granger; Griffindor
Sirius Black; Gryffindor My acc got deleted 😩😩 but I made another one. I’m sorry if you’ve already seen this but please try to get this to 100 and tell your friends about this blog. I was so close to 100. 😭😭 I do ships, imagines and aesthetics.
