#marauders as stoners

[mea-laetitia]

So I’m reviving my Jegulus Triwizard Tournament AU fic! I’m super excited about it I have big plans for it hehe the first chapter is up right now and here is a little preview of chapter 2. Enjoyyyy!

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The Marauders had never found it so easy to score weed than they had that night. Now that Sirius and Regulus were reunited, they had an almost unlimited supply. James couldn’t remember exactly when, but at some point Regulus had become the school’s unofficial weed dealer, growing batches under his bed with some strange magical lights as well as somewhere off in the forbidden forest that no one else was privy to. Until now, they had been fortunate enough to procure what little they had, albeit very rarely; Regulus had always favoured Remus for they had a shared love of muggle literature. Who knows how that was discovered, James never bothered to ask, but Remus would occasionally turn up after studying in the library with a telltale grin and a small black bag he had charmed to be void of smell. How he managed it, James didn’t care. As long as they had weed, he was happy, and now they were positively rolling in it and he was absolutely over the moon.

“Merlin bless your brother Sirius.” He sighed wistfully as he finished rolling up the fattest joint of his life.

They were sat in their usual smoke spot overlooking the Black Lake, the shared bounty between them was larger than it ever had been, and they had decided there was no better way to celebrate the commencement of their final year of school than to smoke in excess, something they had seldom been able to do before.

Peter’s own was several times smaller than the rest of theirs. He hadn’t smoked since fifth year, when he had horribly greened out and swore it off for the rest of his life. But Sirius was not about to let him miss this golden opportunity.

“What was the point in me reuniting with my brother if you’re just going to let it go to waste?”

James didn’t see fit to mention that it certainly wouldn’t have gone to waste if Peter didn’t join them. Peter high was a phenomenon he had sorely missed, for the boy would become a giggling mess and say some of the funniest things in the world that even while high James wasn’t sure his own mind could think of.

When they were all finished, they stuck their joints together in cheers and Remus used his wand to light them all at once.

“That is some good shit right there.” Sirius said proudly, relishing in exhaling his first puff.

Remus took another drag and peered at Peter with concern. “Okay so far Pete?”

The boy nodded almost too enthusiastically and took another puff that turned him into a coughing mess. James pat him roughly on the back a few times with a fond grin.

“Attaboy Wormy. More you cough the higher you get y’know?”

“That’s a total myth Prongs.” Remus rolled his eyes. “How would that even work?”

“It recycles it through your lungs.”

“Honestly listen to yourself mate.”

Five minutes later even Remus wasn’t making much sense. James leaned back against the tree they were sitting by, staring into the sky and wishing not for the first time that he was capable of taking his broom out for a fly right now, but any time he tried to form an intelligent string of thoughts he was reminded that that was most likely a terrible idea. The only downside of Peter’s newfound drug lust was that he could no longer take them each in turn for a fly on the back of his broom. Oh well.

“What’s even the difference between the stuff he grows outside versus under his bed?” James pondered aloud.

Sirius’ eyes were comically bloodshot. “I think the outside stuff he grows the muggle way, whereas the charmed lights and shit he uses for the inside weed makes it stronger. I think, he’s never actually told me.”

The four stared silently at the bank of the Lake as it lapped softly from whatever movement from a creature within stirred it.

“So what are we smoking right now?” Peter asked.

James examined his own joint as if he would be able to tell the difference just by looking. The ember at the end slowly devoured the weed, gradually making it smaller and smaller. He took a hasty drag so as not to allow it to all burn up.

“Muggle shit I reckon. He’s not been at Hogwarts long enough to have grown a proper batch of the good stuff yet. But he said the stuff he grew in the forest he just left there all summer, so I’ll bet he has an absolute motherload of it.”

The thought of Regulus tending to his plants makes James grin. He had never really pictured Regulus as being a person with his own life and hobbies, despite knowing for years that he had been doing this. But certainly, he must have been passionate about it enough to take the growing so seriously. James wonders what Regulus must be like when he smokes.

“He’s aggravatingly no different to when he’s sober.” Sirius replied, James hadn’t realized he wondered that question out loud. He thanks his good fortune that the sun has lowered enough by now that no one can see his burning face. Really, he shouldn’t care so much about his best friend’s twin, but the boy was fascinating to him, and now that he was allowed to mention him, he just couldn’t help himself.

“When did you smoke with Regulus?” Remus puzzled. “Surely your parents wouldn’t allow that under their roof?”

Sirius smirked. “When have my parent’s rules ever stopped me?”

“Fair.”

“Hey, the top of that tree looks like it’s flipping me off right now.” Peter pointed across the lake. “Is that just me?”

James laughed loudly and looked at the tree in question, which sat inoffensively still and very much was not flipping Peter off.

“You should go give it a piece of your mind mate. I wouldn’t let that slide.”

“I dunno, it looks pretty intimidating to me.” Remus grinned.

Sirius used his wand to relight his own joint and added. “Yeah Wormy be careful, you’re clearly on thin ice already.”

“What did I do to it?” Peter whined, throwing his head back in exasperation.

“Um, dude you’re literally smoking a fellow plant right now. That hash was probably it’s best friend.”

“WELL YOU’RE ALL SMOKING IT TOO!” Peter shouted defensively.

The other three laughed uproariously at their friend. Thank Merlin Peter was a stoner once again because James dearly missed fucking with him when he was high. After a few moments Peter cracked a grin and started to laugh as well, and even though James was utterly content he still couldn’t help the thought from creeping in that moments like these were in short supply now, a year from now they’d have to find a new smoke spot. Or maybe they’d all be separated doing different things with their lives.

James pushed the thought away, grateful that at least that was a year away. He could worry about that later. He took another drag and looked at his friends with a smile.

[sweetiecutie]

Ok, but hEAR ME OUT:

Stoner!Remus Lupin teaching his significant other to roll joints and making fun of her every time she chokes or gets a little too high.

WELL??? What do ya think??? 😏

A/n: do you read my mind???? Bc I was thinking about stoner Remus just today!!!

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem! Reader

Warnings: drug use but overall pretty harmless<3

- No, baby, you’re doing it wrong, - Remus chided softly, putting one of his huge hands on top of yours, stopping your movements. You whipped your head towards him, pouting in frustration - no matter how hard you tried, you just never succeeded to roll a joint, not even a crooked one. You always ended up spilling all of the weed out of the smoking paper, not even halfway through rolling.

He let out a small chuckle, taking a thin paper with dried leaves in the center of it, carefully out of your hands. Remus scooted closer to you on the couch so that your hips here pressed flush against each other; his torso slightly turned towards you, so that you got a full view of his actions.

- Look, you gotta roll it, not just smear weed all over the paper. You have to get the grip of the small line, wrap it into a tube, or whatever, and not flatten it all over the paper, - he said, his voice a bit deeper than usual, calming you better than any weed existing. His long finger worked diligently, yet slowly, to show you what he meant. Both his thumbs moved up and down, rolling herb up into a neat joint. He brought an almost ready cigarette towards your lips. - Lick.

You leaned in closer, bending slightly to drag the tip of your tongue over the free edge of the paper, wetting it with your saliva. Remus only hummed in approval, rolling the joint completely, sealing the paper. He put a joint in between his chapped lips, making quick job of retrieving a lighter from within the pocket of his huge baggy jeans and lighting the tip, inhaling deeply a few times to properly light it up.

Remus held bitter smoke in his lungs for a few second before exhaling slowly, his eyes watching grey smoke swirl intricate designs in the air. His bloodshot eyes darted towards you, smiling slyly. Lupin nodded his head towards the coffee table standing in front of you, where a small bag of weed along with thin cigarette papers and filters laid.

- Come on, princess. Try one more time, - he said, taking another deep drag of his joint.

You hesitated for a moment, before reaching out for a thin paper, taking a small amont of weed, placing it on the paper in a small line. You poked your tongue out in concentration, trying to follow Remus’ instructions - roll, not smear.

Remus couldn’t help but lean in closer - his face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent deeply. He placed open-mouthed kisses all over the side of your neck, distracting you from your task.

- Remus, you’re not helping, - you whined, placing your cheek against his head, nuzzling it slightly. He just murmured something unintelligibly, but stopping nevertheless, just resting his head on your shoulder.

- Sorry, luv, - she said, brown eyes glued to your small pretty hands, working on the joint. After a whole minute of struggling, you did manage to roll a joint - far from perfect, but a solid joint nevertheless. You smiled triumphantly, licking the edge of the paper, sealing it securely.

- Ha! - you exclaimed proudly, holding out a rolled up joint towards Remus, smile wide on your pretty face.

- I’m proud of you, luv, - Lupin said, lifting his head from your shoulder, placing a warm kiss on your temple, than taking another hit of his own joint. He handed you his lighter; you grabbed it, lighting up your joint, taking a puff. A coughing fit shook through your body, eyes watering as you could hear Remus laughing slightly, his head coming back to rest on your shoulder. - Easy, don’t want you to faint.

Your eyes rolled at his teasing, taking another - this time smaller - hit of your joint. You reclined against the backrest of Remus’s comfy couch, wrapping free arm around his lanky figure. You placed a chaste kiss on top of his head, feeling him nuzzle deeper into your neck.

- Shut up. Or I’ll tell Sirius that it’s his weed we’re smoking right now, - you said, earning a mock gasp of shock out of Remus. You closed your eyes, feeling the drug already kicking in, relaxing your muscles and hazing up your mind.

You sat like this for a few minutes, occasionally taking a drag of your joints before you heard a front door opening and closing soon, Sirius’ w voice calling out “I’m home!”. Remus shoot up, gaping at you with wide panicked eyes.

- Oh shit-

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[peteyypettigrew]

“soft boy Remus-“ *gunshots*

[vxntagedior]

Can we get some stoner!regulus x reader who just buzzed band bleached there hair:))?

"excuse me sir, you can't be back there!" you were panicking, you had just gone to the bathroom, when you heard regulus come in through the back door for his shift.

"really don't recognize me." you turned around to see him facing you. your jaw dropped, looking up at his hair and down at his face.

he was clearly stoned but who wouldn't be when they worked at a smoke shop.

"your hair." you whispered.

"you don't like it?" he frowned.

"no i do," you insisted, "i'm surprised i do, i liked your hair before."

regulus just smirked seeing you all starstruck over him.

"well get used to this."

[waltzedintherain]

thats my fucking best friend

[we-r-loonies]

yk at least one of the marauders had to of been a hippie

[satan-is-obsessed]

everything is going my way sooo:

Goodnight to:

bitches whos lighters never work

girlies who want to be plastic and fake

women💖

jegulus, wolfstar, ronance, byler and steddie shippers(#1 baby)

little cutie munchinks who are filled with rage

tall calm babes who can hold previous with one hand

pedro pascal and joseph quinn 🫶🏻

anyone who's sad i hope you'll find a reason to smile and laugh soon

[gloriousspaceridersworld]

Listen/purchase: Venus Ryder by Cosmic Marauder

[regthelionhearted]

Yall don’t even understand how much of a stoner Peter truther I am

[givingharrypotterasister]

i told my friend (who knows nothing about harry potter) about the drama that goes down in prisoner of azkaban and their immediate reaction was "i need pot"

[driaswrld]

one night only! — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 2.1k

summary : fem!reader goes to a club with shoko to be free from her scary guard dog besties, satoru and suguru show up anyway, just a bunch of intimacy really. maybe one lil suggestive part w satoru?? mention of wlw shoko and possible insinuation of stoner geto lmao

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : i headcanon poly satosugu as often toeing the line between platonic love and romantic love bcus these three idiots rlly can't tell the diff sometimes. also shoko is gay and is my gf don't @ me. also this is ooc of how satoru and suguru would be at a club cs lets be fr satoru would be an emotional drunken mess while suguru is in the bathroom smoking or smth

other : im having so many teenage romance thoughts ab poly satosugu. also this was kinda inspired by a poly marauders fic i read agesss ago

current casette : i was never there - the weeknd. me and your mama - childish gambino.

You can feel the bass of the music in your throat, your heartbeat racing to catch up with it.

Parties like these only had one common thread : brainless, brainless fun.

“That one over there,” Shoko murmurs against your ear as discreetly as she can, but just as loud as for you to hear her over the thumping music inside the club. Your gaze moves from the sequin strap across Shoko’s shoulder and over to a girl across the way, a redhead, leaning against the bar and knocking back an expensive looking drink. “She’s pretty.” You turn your head to Shoko’s ear.

Satoru and Suguru have been… hovering these past few weeks.

You love them, truly, the bestest best friends anyone could ask for. But two popular conventionally attractive men by your side at all times? It does put a damper on your love life. Shoko would be able to understand your point of view — if she wasn’t playing for the other team at least.

The redhead looks over her shoulder out at the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, the dark blue dress she has on really accentuates her figure — among other things. “You should go tal–” Before you can finish, Shoko’s mouth is agape, eyes fixed on the girl, and being the wingwoman that you are, you shove her forward a little. “Talk to her.”

“You sure?” Shoko wobbles forward, tipsy but sober enough to take a pretty girl home. The neon lights inside the club flash pink and blue then red and green then pink and—

“I don’t wanna abandon you, name.” You only laugh at Shoko, giving her two firm thumbs up, nudging her forward again, and still, she stands there contemplating. That is, until the redhead turns around and locks eyes with Shoko.

Oh, she’s far gone already.

“Don’t leave my peripheral.” Shoko kisses the side of your cheek and begins to saunter off, just as the song playing in the club changes to a softer, more sensual song.

There’s something about parties. Something that gives you the uneasy feeling two specific people could pop up at any time – two people you’re trying very hard to make clear to that you’re your own woman.

What makes a grown man wanna cry?

You slide back to the spot on the dancefloor you and Shoko shared moments ago, and with a sigh of near relief, you let the music transcend you to a different realm. Your body sways among the masses, a tinge of alcohol probably clouding your judgement because on any other occasion you’d find dancing in public embarrassing—

When it’s time, when it’s time, when it’s time, it won’t matter

There’s a sense of complete euphoria that washes over you, and before you know it, a slender arm snakes around your waist. And despite your better judgement, you know who it is before you look over your shoulder.

It’s an eerily intimate thing, feeling the chill of the six eyes raking over you.

You’re sure Suguru must be the only other person to feel how it feels, the goosebumps that rise on your flesh, hair standing on end. But not in fear. In something else entirely—

“You’re so pretty.” Satoru whispers against the edge of your ear. He doesn’t sound drunk. At the very least he barely sounds tipsy, just a small slur of speech in between, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“Prettier than you?” You stop moving and let out a laugh, and he goes brainless. Crystalline orbs stare down at you, and he pulls your body flush against him, pressing his body into yours from behind.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbles and your body sways, resuming with the rhythm of the blaring music. A whisper of the lyrics leaves his mouth, and you nearly forget how he knows the song — must’ve been in one of Suguru’s playlists. One of those playlists he keeps.

“Satoru—” you’re about to scold him, maybe tell him this is a thin line, one you’ve been toeing for too long.

Satoru brings his other arm around your waist, both his hands meeting in accord atop the flesh of your stomach. He waits for a beat, waits for you to tell him no, but it never comes.

I’m on the edge of something breaking

His head dips to your height, his hair tickles the back of your neck. You can feel the heat from his lips on your skin as he hums along to the lyrics. “Just feel it for a little...” He whispers.

Even in his tipsy but not-so-tipsy state, he knows exactly what he's doing. You think, maybe he’s always known. At least in body but not in mind.

If I keep going I won’t make it

A sigh escapes your lips, something akin to a breath of relief, like a weight lifts off your shoulders.

Satoru’s body grinds forward onto you, and your head tilts back onto his chest, a mouthful of lyrics leaving your mouth in a gasp. “Feels good, yeah?” He grins down at you, pleased, his voice a bit off-key in a more Satoru-like fashion.

“Didn’t know you knew the song,” the words leave your lips as you both lock eyes. He rolls his eyes and sinks his teeth into the exposed flesh of your shoulder playfully.

“Suguru plays it all the time—” He replies, then continues to hum along with the song, his voice barely sounding like his own. “It’s too sexy to not know.”

There’s a sense of comfort in not knowing the depth of what you feel in this moment.

Satoru spins you around to face him, and the breath leaves your lungs. And the moment in between knowing what your relationship is and not knowing all but fades to black.

And with the way he looks into your eyes, and leans forward, you think he just might break the line two.

And it’s all because of you—

The song fades out, to a more upbeat one, and Satoru’s hands fall limp at his sides. Suddenly, you remember how to breathe. And you swallow the lump in your throat, all while he gives you the signature goofy grin you’ve come to cherish.

You turn your head to look across the mini crowd, and Shoko is still there, one arm slung around the redhead as they both knock back shots.

Temporary. It’s no big deal, you and Satoru were just tipsy.

But that sense of relief is short-lived.

Embarrassingly so.

“Boo.” A sharp exhale leaves your lips as soon as you turn your head, and instead of Satoru staring down at you, your view is blocked by Suguru.

You look at him like a lost child, and he rears his head away to laugh at you. “Don’t look so scared, name.” He smirks, slyly, like Suguru always does when he’s taunting.

“You dumbass—” You breathe, a hand colliding with the edge of his shoulder in a soft shove and Satoru can’t help but laugh at the sight before him.

Then, Suguru’s fingers wrap around your wrist, two, then four then he’s tugging you forward, straight into him and Satoru. “Don’t be so mean to me, you’ll break my heart.” He says it so condescendingly, with such a smile that makes your heart leap at your current predicament.

Satoru really wasn’t done. He just brought in reinforcements.

“As if—” You grumble, and the lights dim for a second before flashing a neon purple. And that’s all the time Satoru and Suguru need.

“—I have a heart?” Suguru towers over you, and he bends his knees just a little, resting his chin against your shoulder so you can hear him. “Or as if you could break it?”

You think Suguru’s been smoking. The warmth of his breath against your bare skin makes you shiver a little. You think you feel a little dizzy just from looking at him.

The way his eyes are downcast, eyelids heavy, like he’s bordering on the precipice of eternal sleep or the best dream he’s ever had, one he doesn't want to wake from.

He looks at you like you're the latter rather than the former.

Satoru swings his hand forward, interlocking his fingers with yours, pale slender digits finding purchase between yours as he moves to your side. “As if to both.” He rolls his eyes, and Suguru lets out a soft whistle, “You’re so cold, Satoru.”

The song playing begins to fade out, and Suguru takes advantage of the few seconds before the song switches, that small gap of silence, and he whispers, “Dance with us..?”

“Duh.” You grab ahold of Suguru’s hand with your free one, all while Satoru’s grip on your other hand tightens just a little. “Who else would I dance with?”

These things are no secret, never have been and never will be. And you have a funny feeling you know why your love life remains so stagnant.

How does the old age thing go? Never let your girl have a boy bestfriend. Or worse, two.

The three of you saunter to the middle of the dancefloor, the neon lights flashing shades of blue.

And if you didn’t know better, you’d say whoever the DJ is, they’ve got a sick sense of humor.

Because they manage to play the most romantically erotic song you could ever hear in a club setting. Ironically, a song you recognize from your playlist — no doubt you learned it from one of Suguru’s tracklists. A very extensive one titled with a leaf emoji.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

Suguru’s arm moves to wrap around your waist from in front, and he tugs you close as the soft tempo reverberates through the room. He shrugs some of his hair off his shoulder, dark eyes finding yours and he doesn’t dare look away for a second.

Suguru must think you're a pipe dream. That you’ll disappear if he blinks.

Your bodies rock from side to side and Satoru doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he slides behind you, following the rhythm you and Suguru have set in tune, raising your intertwined hands to his lips, and for a moment he uses them as a makeshift microphone to sing—

La-la-la-la-la

Suguru grins and he presses his chin atop your head, his other arm coming around to hug you close to his chest, while Satoru meets you both halfway, and it’s really just a sandwich swaying side to side with you in the middle.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

What initially started off as something so simple, you coming to a club with Shoko wanting to finally get laid since your best friends managed to scare all the guys off — has turned into something so soft, so intimate.

There are never many words, never much explanation when you’re with Satoru and Suguru.

And it’s clear none of the three of you know what this is or where you stand. But for now, that’s okay.

La-la-la-la-la

“You okay?” Suguru dips his head to mumble into your ear, and you nod, words failing you.

In truth, you’ve never felt so soft, so safe yet so… vulnerable. But that’s also okay.

Satoru cranes his neck and leans his body over yours to look between you and Suguru, having not heard a thing. “You two okay?”

And you laugh. Suguru does too.

Suguru’s arms around you keeps you grounded against him, and Satoru’s weight against your back keeps you firm between them. “If you need us to stop… if you need a drink I can—” Suguru tries, but you cut him off with a soft pat to his shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” you mimic Satoru’s words from earlier as your own into Suguru’s chest and he melts. “Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You affirm, and he nods, his chin going back to rest atop your head. And you wrap a free arm around Suguru’s middle, the other still softly interlaced with Satoru’s at your side. “M’ happy here.”

“In the club?” Suguru asks, albeit a little louder so you can hear him an amused smile slipping onto his features. “No, just—” Your words fail you. But this, there can’t be any intent without feeling, true unbiased feeling.

And you feel it, coursing through you in soft waves for them.

That unbiased wavy feeling, almost like you’re floating. That feeling for them. Though you don’t quite know what to call it yet.

“Here,” you mumble and a smile stretches onto your face. “With you, and Satoru too.”

Suguru stops swaying a bit, and at the change in movement Satoru stops too, peering over your shoulder to see what’s happening.

But Suguru only grins a little. “I’m happy too,” he says. Then he glances at Satoru, and Satoru glances to you. “I guess if you two are so happy, then me too.” Satoru chuckles.

[aanoia]

Dying

Poly!marauders x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, Sirius Black x reader

Summary; the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get

Words; 1,400+

Warnings; serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health

If you are easily triggered I advise you do not read this as it covers very serious topics.

I will be making a part 2 with a happy ending, because they exist and you deserve one, no matter how deep you've dug yourself into a hole.

Pt. 2

If you are struggling with mental health issues and need help call or text 988 to get in touch with the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. If you are struggling with substance abuse and or mental health and need help call 1-800-662-4357 to get on the phone with an employee of SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration. If you are being abused or neglecting by family members or someone else and need help call 800-799-7233 to get on the phone with some from the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

If you need help please reach out. Whether it be to one of the resources above, a trusted adult or friend, or me. I cannot speak for others around you but I can for me and I am here for every single one of you. You can talk to me no matter how small, large, serious, "dumb" ("" bc no problem is actually dumb), no matter what. I will sit and listen to you for hours. Almost everything mentioned in this story are things I have experienced. Abuse. Self harm. Substance abuse (smoking and drinking). And pushing away the people who want to help. I understand and will listen. You matter, and you are loved. It will get better, I promise. You can take my word for it. I love all of you, no matter who you are, and I beg you to reach out of you need someone to help bare the weight the world has given you. I'm here for you, and I'm proud of you for being here today, no matter how hard to was.

You are not alone.

When James, Sirius, and Remus first found out their girlfriend was a borderline stoner, they seemed fine with it for the most part. James was indifferent, believing she wasn’t consuming a dangerous amount. Sirius was impressed and baffled, he spent weeks trying to figure out how she snuck the drug into Hogwarts, which had a strict policy against the use of substances. Every once in a while Sirius even joined Y/n in a smoking session. Remus, however, seemed to be the only one who was slightly worried, he knew all about unhealthy coping mechanisms and how addictive they are, but he chose to trust his girlfriend and left it alone, something he felt very guilty about later on.

Everything changed after the summer before sixth year. The four had kept in frequent touch, mourning over the fact that they couldn’t find a time to get together. Mid August Y/n had stopped responding to letters sent by her boyfriends, which worried them immensely. And when she arrived at platform 9 ¾, looking sickly pale and high out of her mind, they knew something was wrong. 

Stubborn as usual, Y/n proclaimed she was fine. Having lied and said that this was her first time doing any illegal substances, which includes alcohol and other drugs, in weeks, and she was just enjoying it. Each of the boys had a pit in their stomach, their girlfriends usually cheerful aura completely gone, seeming to have faded over the summer.

Sirius was the first to notice the problem with your smoking. He took into account the changes in your stash when he would join you every once in a while, the amount you had from one session into another completely decimating your lie about only smoking once or twice a week. 

Remus was the one who noticed your drinking problem. He had invited you on a study date with just him, James and Sirius being busy with quidditch practice, and you had showed up late. He didn’t mind, knowing you weren’t the most punctual person, but what he did mind was the strong scent of alcohol you had attempted to cover up with a spell. It hadn’t worked.

Now, poor oblivious James was the one to uncover the self harm scars on his beautiful girlfriend's body. It had been a rare time where you had decided to hang out with the boy, as you had been pulling away from the three at an alarming rate. So, James decided to make the most of it, not knowing the next time this would happen. His way of making the most of it was laying down in bed, bodies pressed up against each other and your chest steadily rose and fell. He had fallen into a light sleep before he was woken up as you adjusted your position, throwing your arm out to the side. He looked at you with a tired smile, grateful for this moment as his gaze traveled up your arm. His smile fell as his heart dropped. When you had stretched your arm out the sleeves of your jumper had ridden up your wrist, revealing the angry red cuts protruding from your skin. James felt tears prick his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Today was a particularly rough day for Y/n. She had received a letter from her parents, informing her that they wish she was never their daughter, and that she would find some creative way to die to rid them of their burden of a disgraceful daughter. It was no exaggeration to say she was out of it. Anyone with any common sense could tell as she stumbled through the Great Hall, smelling greatly of whiskey and weed, and anyone with a good nose (Remus, due to his furry problem, and Sirius, due to his furry gift) could sense the metallic smell of blood coating her skin.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Remus mumbled, standing up from his spot at the table, James and Sirius looking up quizzically. “I’m over this. We need to talk to her. Now.” He said and the boys nodded, standing up with him and walking to the girl. Sirius gently touched her shoulder, leading her out as she made a face of disgust at his closeness, causing his heart to twang. 

She had been so mean lately, and it was slowly shattering the boys’ heart, however, it was affecting Sirius the most. He missed his girl. The one who always cheered him up and provided him bucket loads of support when he was thrown to the curb and disowned.

They carefully led the girl into the boys’ empty dorm, and the three were thankful Peter decided to eat breakfast this morning instead of sleeping in. Y/n sat on the bed, reaching into her cloak and pulling out a shiny silver flask.

Remus scoffed and grabbed the flask from her hands, “Fucking no, Y/n.”

Anger flashed across the girls face, “The fuck is your problem?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

He waved the flask in front of her face angrily, “This shit is! And the weed! And, baby,” His voice softened. “We know you’ve been cutting. Why won’t you let us in?”

She scoffed and stood up, snatching the flask from the boys hand, “Because it’s my fucking mind and you guys have no right to pretend you deserve to know what’s going on in it.” It was Sirius’ turn to scoff and Y/n looked over with raised eyebrows. “What, got a problem, Black?” She asked again.

“Yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem. You’re being a bitch.” He said angrily.

“Excuse you? I’m being a bitch?” She took a step closer. “Says fucking you, Sirius. The only bitch here is you. With your endless manipulation and fucking lies!”

“Okay, you need to calm down.” Remus said before Sirius could speak.

The only sound that could be heard was Y/n’s loud laughter. It lasted a moment before abruptly stopping as she threw the flask down and neared Remus. 

She placed her hands on his chest, smoothing down a wrinkle, “You guys are the ones freaking out when I’m.” She pushed him back, his eyes widened. “Fucking.” Push. “Fine.” His back hit the wall and James, who had been silent the entire time finally stepped in between the two, anger covering his features.

“Back off. We have done nothing but love you! We don’t deserve this shit, Y/n. You don’t have to tell us everything but a simple fucking explanation is due! Even if you won’t give us that you have no right, no right, to lay your hands on us, and I will not put up with this bullshit.” He said and it was silent. The boys held their breaths, hoping James’ speech got through to the Y/n as her and James had a staring contest.

Y/n smirked, “Look at you. The little bitch finally comes out of his shell, and spews utter bullshit.” She said flatly, moving to grab her flask and her bag which she had previously set on the bed. She walked to the door and paused, “We’re over, by the way. I’m leaving your sorry asses.” And she walked out.

The moment the door shut James' body shook with silent sobs and Remus wrapped his arms around the boy, resting his head in between his shoulder blades. Sirius joined the hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears of his own left his eyes. 

The three stood there, hugging each other tightly as they cried in each other's arms. They had no choice now but to watch the girl they loved most slowly kill herself, for a reason unknown to them.

Unbeknownst to them, the girl slid down the backside of the door, hand covering her mouth to silence her sobs. She knew it was getting bad and she knew those boys cared about her and wanted to help and she fucking pushed them away, afraid they would turn out to be like her parents. Cruel and abusive. She regretted leaving the moment the door slammed shut, her mind immediately sobering up as she realized what she had done. She just lost the three most important people in her life, people who loved her, if they still could after her cruel words.  In that moment she realized the most terrifying thing. The thing that haunted her nightmares and fueled her addictions. In all her attempts to cut her parents from her life and forget about them. She had become them.

[soreddieforit]

do you think any of the marauders characters smoke?

remus and sirius are both regular cig smokers and they both smoke weed often. james smokes once in a blue moon when he's really stressed and its not even for the nicotine, its more for the comfort the smell brings bc of sirius and remus. this might be an unpopular opinion, but i think reg is a closet stoner. he tried it with barty one summer when things were real bad at home. he's normally quiet and can function pretty well while high so no one really notices. its how him and remus first bond. barty, well duh cigs and weed. evan depends on the au-- if its backalley surgeon evan though, absolutely not.

[via-l0ve]

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎! <𝟥

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Preferences:

Would You Love Me if I Was a Worm?

Calling the SPN guys really cringe nicknames

Reader calling boys their ‘blorbo’

Dates with the boys

Sentimental nicknames

boys catch reader talking to a chatbot of themself!

Unrequited Love (no crowley)

Calling them ‘dude’ and ‘bro’

reader who stutters! (w/o crowley)

Bullying but Lovingly (w/ Gabriel!)

giving the boys flower crowns!

modern references and the boys not understand

Reader wearing a nurse outfit to patch up the boys

Jealous boys

Touch starved s/o getting comfortable with the boys!

Public makeout to hide on a case!

The boys Love Languages

Reader kisses the boys for the first time and walks away

stoner gf!

French mistake episode. finding out their s/o’s actor/actress is dating a different cast member!

watching barbenheimer with the boys

the boys having a wet dream about reader (w/o crowley)

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Imagines:

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Dean Winchester:

Insecure mid-sized f!reader (SMUT!)

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Sam Winchester:

A beach day with sammy and the boys (gn! reader)

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Castiel:

none yet!

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Crowley:

s/o with a speech impediment/stutter!

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Headcannons/Preferences:

two-bit + Dallas (separate) smut headcannons

chaotic sleepover headcannons with the boys and slightly romantic dallas!

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imagines:

Johnny Cade:

Johnny gives reader a birthday present (SMUT!)

the three times you flirted with Johnny Cade and the one time he did something about it

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Dallas Winston:

Jealous Dallas with Motherly! Reader

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Two-Bit Mathews

when reader shows up late, drunk as all hell. chaos ensues

NSFW headcannons!

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Sodapop Curtis:

none yet!

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Darry Curtis:

none yet!

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Ponyboy Curtis:

none yet!

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Steve Randle:

none yet!

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Headcannons/Preferences:

slightly chaotic sleepover headcannons!

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Imagines:

none yet!

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Headcannons/Preferences:

Sentimental Nicknames

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Imagines:

Steve Harrington:

Smut Headcannons with a shy!reader

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Johnathan Byers:

none yet!

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Eddie Munson:

none yet!

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Headcannons/Preferences:

Sentimental Nicknames

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Imagines:

none yet! (accepting for ANYONE! including marauders era)

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Headcannons/Preferences:

joining them on a video (romantic!Sam, platonic!Colby)

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Imagines:

none yet! (accepting for anyone including Nate and Seth!)

[sweetiecutie]

💖Marauders Era Masterlist💘

Navigation || Rules

🍓 - smut or suggestive content || 💕 - fluff || 🔪 - yandere content || 💣 - angst

James Potter

Jamie just loving you 🍓💕

You’re so pretty, James can’t help but to touch himself to the thought of you 🍓

James really loves your tits 🍓

Sirius Black

Lovemaking with Sirius 🍓💕

Sirius helps you to relax by fingering you in the Gryffindor common room 🍓💕

Yan! Sirius just loves you so much, why can’t you see that? 🔪💣

Yan! Sirius just loves you so much, why can’t you see that? pt 2 🍓🔪💣

You’re so pretty, you surely don’t mind Sirius watching you? 🔪🍓

Yan! Sirius with indulgent darling 🔪🍓

Remus Lupin

Pre full moon! Remus wrecking you in the library 🍓

Remmy loves your tiddies 💕🍓

Remus making you squirt for the first time 🍓

Remmy fingering you in a full dorm, so you better be quiet 🍓💕

I just know it’s yummy, duh 🍓

Learning how to roll up cigs with stoner! Remus 💕

Lily Evans

Lily knows how to make you feel good 🍓

Regulus Black

Reggie helping you out when you have breast pain 💕🍓

Spending winter holidays together at Grimmauld Place 🍓

Size kink with Regulus Black 🍓💕

Being friends with ghost! Regulus 💕💣

Random headcanons I have about Regulus

Severus Snape

Yet to come ✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.

Tom Riddle

Making out with possessive Tom 💕🍓

Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle 💕🍓

Fluffy beach sex with husband! Tom 💕🍓

Even Death can’t do us part 🔪💣

[greenerteacups]

Ok but seriously — how much alcohol are these kids drinking at hogwarts? I’m re-reading your Yule ball chapter atm, and craving a cocktail which changes colour with every sip.

Alcohol gets smuggled in through a couple of channels, many of which run through Gryffindor, but not all — there are always a few kids willing to inherit the old Hogsmeade smuggling routes, and there are always other kids who want to party and are willing to pay premiums for the embedded risk. Most of these are (a) upperclassmen, and (b) wealthy, as you'd need to be in order to order liquor in bulk to the castle; however, there's a trickle-down supply, and if you really want to drink, you can usually find someone to sell you something. Same with cigarettes (which in the Marauders' time would have been ubiquitous, but by the 90's, they're culturally on the decline) and non-alcoholic illicit substances (stimulants, hallucinogens, Potion of Get Blazed, etc.).

Generally, how much you drink as a Hogwarts student depends on your lifestyle: are you getting invited to firewhiskey tastings in Slytherin? Or Fred and George's bimonthly parties in the Astronomy Tower? Are you sneaking out with Seamus and Katie to flash your fakes at the Hog's Head? Are you brewing moonshine in the bathroom with that one really dedicated stoner in Ravenclaw? Or are you like Draco, a prefect, and stressed out of your mind about your friends doing something idiotic if you relax for even a millisecond?

Castle-wide events have a general no-alcohol policy, considering the majority of the student body is underage, but there are exceptions. The Yule Ball has mocktails for the underage students and real drinks available at the ball for 17-year-olds (with IDs). The Promising Youth party in third year also has cocktails, because it hosted adult guests, and purebloods generally have a more lax relationship with drinking; it's not like Theo and Pansy would expect wine with every dinner, but it'd be acceptable for them to have a small glass, or beg a sip off their parents.