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Dinner with the Parents | JJ Maybank x kook!reader

Requested by anon / Summary: JJ comes over for dinner because your parents want to meet him. However, they begin to insult him and you have to defend him. 

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“My parents want to meet you.” You tell JJ, the two of you standing at the edge of John B’s dock. JJ had his fishing pole in his hand, casting it out. 

JJ’s face scrunches up, “Meet me? Oh great, well there goes our relationship. It was nice while it lasted.” 

You sigh, “JJ they just want to meet you! That doesn’t mean we’re going to break up.” You stand, dusting off your butt and wrapping your arms around JJ’s middle. One hand keeps holding the fishing pole, the other wrapping around your shoulders. “They want to meet the guy who’s keeping their daughter hostage all the time!” You tease. 

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February 12th

Each of the Shelby Sibling’s grieve different, a year after, you, their sisters death. 

Warnings:death, swearing, grief.

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One shot 2300 words. 

It had been 365 days around the sun without you and that dreaded February 12th came with the cold breeze of spring, a time when it was difficult to celebrate new life when you would never walk the earth again.

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“What’s all this?” Voice monotone, she only asked out of courtesy since she knew the answer.

He came home bearing gifts; it was never a good sign when he came home bearing gifts. A bouquet of beautiful red roses, pink daisies, wisteria, and a mix of her favorite wildflowers in one hand with a bottle of gold Champagne, a box of chocolates in the other. Anyone else walking in on the site would have assumed it was Valentine’s Day, but it was just mother Saturday. At least there was no velvet jewelry box this time, the biggest of mistakes always wrapped in the smallest, prettiest boxes.

“Can’t I just spoil my wife without accusation? I thought you’d be more pleased…”

“I am,” she replied through a forced smile. “The flowers are lovely,” she agreed once she smelt them, sending them off with a maid to prepare them to sit out on the lounge table for weeks until they rotted.

“I’ve got us dinner and desert.” He waved the champagne and the chocolates respectively, though little did he know dinner was an hour ago and either the whiskey heavy on his breath or the lingering sweet perfume was making her sick.

“How about tomorrow-“

“But I got us this for tonight.” He sounded adamant. She was tired, maybe if he had been on time… Popping the cork, he seemed to have made up his mind, pouring not one but two glasses. She had no choice but to accept with a smile, her ring glimmering in the light. “To love.” A bitter, sour taste was left in her mouth. “How was your day?”

“Good. Walked the gardens, had tea with the other wives in the neighborhood; it was my turn to host.”

“Ah, very nice. That must be why the house looks lovely.” It was a jab and a compliment all at once. His hand slipped around her shoulder somewhat unnaturally, and she worked hard to hold back the laugh in her throat at the thought that he truly believed the gifts made this night romantic. “How’s Mr. Williams’ wife? Is her health getting better?”

“She looks better but it’s hard to tell, she puts up a strong front.” Silence lingered. It was the same conversation day in and day out, talking about the weather and the business, and “how was your day” though neither of them really cared how it was. It was never, “you look so beautiful today” or other sweet nothings whispered into her ear that she craved, so she never gave it back, not that he wanted that. Not from her anyway.

She flinched at the sudden intimacy of him moving a loose strand of hair out of her face, a gesture that was once so warm turned unfamiliar and cold. She wanted it but she didn’t know where it was coming from. The three kids tucked away upstairs a sign that they once loved each other, but time had other plans.

“You know, it’s been awhile since I’ve got you a near pair of earrings…” he began, a shiver sent down her back as his hand moved to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear, admiring the diamonds sat there.

With a heavy sigh it was all confirmed, the flowers and champagne and chocolate and unexpected touch. “I don’t need another pair of earrings-“ she argued disheartened while he pulled out the box from his pocket. It was just another trophy to add to her collection; diamond raindrop earrings with a matching diamond necklace, a sapphire emerald cut ring surrounded by diamonds, a tennis bracelet encrusted with their children’s birthstones, amethyst necklace, string and strings of pearls from overseas. And now in the velvet box in front of her, Ruby earrings, a carat at lest, set in Art Deco gold fixtures. Of course any woman would have absolutely blushed at such a thoughtful, expensive gift, but the consistency in which this sort of thing happened eliminated any excitement.

“They’re lovely.”

“You don’t like them?”

“I didn’t say that, I said they’re quite lovely.” I’m sorry if I’m not outwardly excited, she thought, how could one be when there was another woman attached to it? Sometimes it helped to know, and other times it didn’t.

“What’s wrong then?” His bark was sharp, his bite was worse.

“Nothing.” She sighed, closing the box in her lap. “Do I know this one?”

He cocked and eyebrow, faking his confusion about her question. “Do I know this one?” She said sternly.

“No.” He answered after an elongated silence. She grunted in response, opening the box again to admire the blood red jewels.

“I don’t want these,” she attempted to hand them back but he refused, and when he did she had no choice but to throw them into the fire.

“What the fuck do you think you’re spring? Do you know how hard it was to find those? Let alone how much they cost?” Voices raising, this wasn’t a detached conversation anymore.

“You could have saved some money if you didn’t go around sleeping with other women all the time…”

“Keep your voice down, the kids are upstairs.”

“And if you were ever home you’d know they were sound asleep.” Now he was angry that she was fighting back, but that didn’t measure up to the list of reasons why she was beyond frustrated with him and his toxic antics.

“You’ve always taken them before, what do you want?”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back.”

“And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m tired of you buying my love with gifts. Thinking I’ll just forgive you. Every. Single. Time. It’s tedious. It’s repetitive. It’s fucking toxic!” She screamed. Her voice was raw. The kids upstairs were probably up if not having nightmares about it but they were the last thing on her mind. She rushed upstairs, him in tow. He watched from the doorway of their room as she devoured everything. Ripping through her vanity draws, priceless jewels rained down, scattered across the floor. A weight lifted off her to finally get rid of her little collection piece by piece instead of adding to it. “I want to be loved again. I want you to give me my heart back instead of owning it like some fucking peice of property and stomping on it over and over again. I never stopped loving you. But you did. You did the minute you had another woman in bed. This is it. Take everything you’ve ever bought me. Pawn it, chuck it in the Cut, give it to your many mistresses, I don’t care.” Her ferocity evidenced through the scowl on her face, tone in her voice, and the way the huge stones set into metal necklace pieces hit his chest with a powerful thud.

In a tangle of limbs, his hands were on her. Not intimately, not harmful, his hands found hers and made her stop, staring into his endless bright eyes.

“Y/N, listen to yourself. You're not in your right state of mind. You don’t mean it-”

“I do.” Her voice hollow now, she swallowed a sob while looking him dead in the eye, fully defeated. “I mean every damn word. I’ve got no more love to give to you. We’re done.”

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lies & bets

❦ pairings: sirius black x fem!reader

❦ warnings: fluff, ANGSTTT, KINDA smut.

❦ summary: you find out something. and it certainly isn't good.

❦ word count: 1,4k

❦ a/n: not my gif.

because of his not so good reputation with ladies, you would never though you'd give him a chance and actually end up in a relationship with him.

but there you were; in an almost six months relationship and you couldn't be happier.

you loved him and he loved you.

the relationship was beautiful.

but, as always, nothing good lasts forever.

let's take it from the beggining.

"listen, y/n," said sirius one sunny september day when you two walked from your last period of that afternoon. "you. me. tomorrow evening. and sunset."

"are you asking me on a date, black?" you raised an eyebrow.

"that's exactly what i'm doing, y/l/n."

"and you're asking me to watch sunset with you?" you smiled. "wow, you truly know how to bewitch a girl."

"i can steal some food from the kitchens and we can have a picnic if you'd like."

"oh, stop, it sirius," you laughed, "or you're gonna make me fall in love with you."

that was his goal.

that was exactly his goal.

but you didn't know that.

• • •

and that's how it started. by a beautiful date where you watched sunset, ate some snacks and listened to some cheesily romantic songs on your muggle player. it was fun. you hadn't felt like that in a long time.

you two had gone to two more dates before you made things official. you couldn't believe that. you couldn't believe that sirius, a boy you loved since your second year, asked you on a date and then asked you to be his girlfriend. could your life be any better?

it could but you didn't know that.

everyone was happy for you and sirius. well, your best friends, mary, lily and marlene warned you about him. after all, you knew about how he treated ladies but you knew he changed. you thought he changed.

marauders' -excluding sirius- reactions confused you. they said they were glad you two got together but at the same time the three of them looked at each other with that look of theirs that you didn't quite understand whenever you talked about sirius or when you and your boyfriend were affective in front of them.

they knew something but you had no idea.

by the time december arrived, you were completely in love with the black boy and it was quite noticeable. you stared at him in classes and he took advantages of that: he ran his hand trough his black locks or looked back at you and winked, causing your cheeks turn to dark shade of pink. during classes he also sent you notes in which were compliments written or that he's happy you're his. you we're startled when he was the first one to say the l word and not you.

and you believed that.

your gaze sadly missed the times when the other three marauders – mostly james and remus, but peter sometimes too – sent him pleading looks that quite literally screamed "stop it". your eyes, however didn't miss the times when one of the three boys whispered something to sirius and the boy's response was a sharp "no", "shut up" or "i'm not going to stop".

but stop what?

you didn't know.

and the fourteenth of february you had your first sex with sirius - first sex ever.

you could tell he was surprised when you said you were ready to be intimate with him that valentine's day, but did he complain? no.

cause this was his goal too.

but you didn't know that.

you wanted him to be your first because you would already trust him with your life if you had to.

before you two had sex, he asked you at least milion times if you were ready and told you that if you'd feel uncomfortable or in pain, you will have to tell him to stop. you loved that even though he was obviously horny, he still cared about your pleasure more than his.

that's what you loved about him the most.

the care he held for you.

the sex was amazing, more than amazing actually. you never heard more praises than you heard that night when he pounded to you slowly. you loved the way how his sweet moans and swear words slipped his mouth into your ears.

the after-care was perfect. sirius ran a bath for you that was just the perfect temperature, with bubbles that smelled like strawberries. sirius sat on a stool next to the bath and read little women to you. his voice was so beautiful and you felt so tired and relaxed that you almost fell asleep.

later, the two of you cuddled in bed, sirius was whispering how much beautiful you are and how much he loves you. you didn't know where were the other marauders that night but you were grateful they weren't there.

you fell asleep to sirius' heartbeats.

• • •

sirius did feel guilty about the whole thing.

he soon began to realize what kind of dickhead he was to do such a stupid thing like that.

what was the worst thing? that he began to fall in love with you. why was it the worst? because his plan was only to make you fall in love with him, fuck you and throw you away like a trash. but now, that he caught romantic feelings, he couldn't do that and wished you would never find out what was the whole relationship from the beggining.

a game.

just a bloody game.

• • •

it was just a few days after you lost your virginity - 22nd of february, to be spcific - when you were doing your potions homework in the library. sirius was on his afternoon class so you were alone. the room was quiet, just how you liked it.

however, the quietness was soon ruined by james potter.

"y/n, i need to talk to you," he said breathlessly. you were sure he was running the whole way from his dorm to here.

"no, james." you shook your head. "i'm not going to try to convince lily to go on a date with you."

"that's not why i'm here." he sat on the chair opposite to you.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "okay, what is it, then?"

he took a deep breath, looking nervous. that made you worried because seeing james nervous was not something you could see often.

"it was a bet, y/n. . ."

you gulped, knowing what he meant but didn't want to believe it. "w-what was a bet?"

he gave you a look and that was everything to make you tear up.

you couldn't tell that you were surprised, you expected something like this in the beginning, but you thought he change. still, you didn't want to believe that he would waste seven months of his life just for a couple of galleons.

"how much?"

james sighed. "five galleons."

"five galleons?" you humourlessly laughed. "i'm worth more than that."

joking about your problems is the best coping mechanism.

you slowly packed your things. "if he asks where i am, don't tell him. don't tell anyone." and with that, you left the library.

• • •

the black lake was your favorite place. it used to be whenever sirius was but you couldn't bear his presence from this day for obvious reasons.

words couldn't describe how naive and sad you felt at that moment. you never felt so broken. and the worst thing about it was that sirius, the boy who you thought was the love of your life, caused you this much pain.

a black dog approached you, snuggling his nose into your arm.

"go away, sirius," you spoke quietly, pushing the dog away slightly.

snuffles took a couple of steps away in confusion.

"i know about the bet," you explained and the dog lowered its ears. "i just have a few things to say before we'll never talk to each other again. first, don't turn back now, i don't thing i could bear to look at your stupid face. second, i want to let you know how much i hate you, but at the same time i would forgive you right now, right here because no matter how much you hurted me, i still love you. third, i honestly hope you burn in hell since i don't believe you would get into heaven considering the amount of people you hurt. fourth, i want you to not contact me or try to talk to me until my death. you can beg for forgiveness however you want, but i, y/n y/l/n, will never forgive you, sirius black."

the world is so so mean to sleepy girls. What do u mean i have to get out of my bed