Can I Have This Dance?

“can i have this dance?”

warnings: a kiss on the cheek, angst, thats it i think. (hermione is not in this story btw)

lorenzo berkshire x reader

where a gryffindor who hates slytherins gets swept off her feet by one at the yule ball..

“are you guys really not going to dance at all?” i huff, exasperated.

im currently sitting down at a table with ron and harry, watching boredly as everyone dances with their partners. i’d had to go with harry to the yule ball, because i (embarrassingly) had no one else to go with.

“correct.” says ron, lazily manspreading next to me.

i roll my eyes. padma patil is also sitting with us, as she’d come with ron. bad luck for her i guess. suddenly, she’s swept off by a hufflepuff boy, who asks her to dance.

“arm, leg, im yours!” she says excitedly.

i groan, watching her leave. god, im not too fond of dancing, but anything would be better than this. i scan the large ballroom, and my eyes land on the slytherin boys. the only ones with dates are draco and blaise. the others just go with anyone they want, it gives them more freedom i suppose. then, i could’ve sworn i caught lorenzo berkshire’s eye. i brush it off, shaking my head. i mean, how could i have?

the music changes to a slow, romantic song. im just about to get up and leave to go to the bathroom to avoid the embarrassment, when ron speaks up, surprised.

“what the hell does that old git want?” he says judgmentally. i look up and follow his gaze, and see enzo berkshire walking towards us. ron’s right, what could he possibly want?

we watch cautiously, as he gradually comes closer, his stupid smirk plastered on his face. i frown at him, wondering if he’s confused or something. the slytherin boys hate our trio, and we hate them. what’s going on?? he walks up to us, and holds out his arm to me.

“can i have this dance?” he asks calmly, his lips curling into a smug smirk. i look at ron and harry, confused. they’re giving me a ‘dont you dare’ look. i mean.. its only one dance.. and i want to have a good night. the yule ball only happens once!

i take his arm, and he sweeps me away onto the dance floor. i dont bother looking back at harry and ron’s outraged expressions, i know that they hate lorenzo. my cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he grabs my waist, pulling me closer. i sling my hands over his neck, as we sway to the rhythm of the slow song.

“are you drunk?” i murmur to him. im still trying to wrap my head around the fact he’s asked me to dance, out of all these girls.

“what? no, of course not. why do you ask?” he asks, smiling slightly. gosh, sometimes i wish i could slap that smirk off his face.

“no reason.” i mutter.

after the song ends, he asks me if i want a drink. it surprises me, as i thought he’d just ditch me and go find another girl to flirt with. i excuse myself to go and ask harry and ron if they want one quickly. enzo doesnt mind, and kisses me on the cheek, before going to talk to one of his fellow slytherin mates. stunned, i turn on my heel and walk back to harry and ron.

“oh you’re finally back are you? have fun with that prat? you looked like you did.” snarled ron.

“what are you talking about? it was one dance, nothing happened!” i say, annoyed.

ron gets up, practically dragging harry with him. i run after them, furious. my heels click and clack as i walk frustratedly down the cold, uninviting hallway. suddenly, ron turns around.

“what the bloody hell do you want now?” he yells.

“why are you so fucking annoying? all i did was dance with someone, because youre too lazy to get up off your ass!” i scream at him, tears forming in my eyes. i know im ruining my makeup, but i dont care at this point.

“we all agreed that we hate them, and you just HAVE to rebel against the rules, dont you?” he spat.

“rebel? what is this, some sort of cult?!”

“im sick of this, why dont you go and get your face eaten off by that berkshire git? its all he wants from you. you’re stupid honestly, thinking he actually likes you.” he yells at me.

i stand there in shock, tears pouring down. harry and him run up the stairs, as ron mutters to harry,

“they get scary when theyre older.”

“ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!” i yell at him. they rush off and i sit down on the stairs, yanking my shoes off, and start sobbing.

A/N: this was pretty bad im ngl, i kinda ran out of ideas at the end, so its pretty repetitive. my next post will be better i promise!

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literally its disgusting.. lyle is not agressive or extremely sweary at all and family members and friends confirmed it

I can confidently say Lyle Menendez is one of the bravest men in the entire world, and I am so fucking aggravated with how the show has portrayed him.

Imagine you spent all your life trying to protect your baby brother from the abuse you suffered from, just for it to happen anyways.

And all this time you try so hard to put aside your pain and be strong for him, knowing he looks up to you, and knowing you are the only person in the world who can protect him from the two monsters in your life. Two monsters who happen to be the two people you’re supposed to trust the most.

And you are losing your hair from stress, and losing your brother due to your father, and losing your feelings of safety because your parents are a ticking time bomb that have been ready to go off your whole life.

So you do the one thing you think is the best option, and you and your brother shoot them dead.

And later on, you are put in a court room, having to discuss and relive all the terrible things that have ever happened to you in front of all these strangers and media cameras staring at you.

And your brother is there. Your brother who’ve you tried to hide the pain from for so long is across from you as you have to recount the vile things that have happened to you. And you have to watch him cry while you’re trying to keep yourself together.

Then later on, you guys get sentenced to life for trying to make sure you both get to live another day. And you’re forced to spend your mid 20s, to 30s, to 40s, and now 50s in prison, not getting to see your brother for decades until 2018.

And you know what you get out of it? You know what your payment is for suffering your entire life? For carrying the world on your shoulders for years ever since you were a kid?

You get portrayed as a psychopathic, egotistic, idiotic asshole in a show made by the creator of glee. You are constantly made fun of for your hair loss and the fact you have to wear a toupee, and you’re written as a completely devoid of empathy and unfeeling monster, who treats his brother like shit and only cares about himself. You are also being sexualized to death, and with your own brother as well.

Oh, and not to mention: the show basically says you FAKED your emotions and tears in court. Yeah, that time you were at your most vulnerable and bravely telling your abuse story even when you knew a lot of people wouldn’t understand? Fake! Totally and utterly fake. Apparently you were the actor in your family all along…

Lyle has been treated like shit his entire life. He was a child, a BABY when his parents started violating him. He didn’t even know how to ride a bike yet when it started. He barely had the chance for life yet. Please, media, leave this man and his brother alone. I NEVER wanna see this portrayal of Lyle again.

Unless I talk about how I finished the Netflix show, one last time: Fuck you Ryan Murphy. And stop doing this to victims. Stop disrespecting them.

“mike, im outside, let me in!”

(you’re basically max mayfield but named y/n instead)

mike x reader

summary: sneaking out when youre grounded to see mike

warnings: slight angst if you squint??

contains: kisses, fluff, dating

2nd person pov

you walk past billy’s room, and peek in. he’s doing random shit in his room, and blasting his godawful music. he turns round suddenly and catches sight of you.

“the fuck are you looking at, you little shit?” he yells. you back away, not wanting to cause anything today.

you retreat back to your room, and sigh in complete, utter boredom. all you want to do is see your friends, and boyfriend, mike. then, an idea forms in your head. you quickly grab your walkie talkie from under your bed, and turn it on. mike has the second one, and you hope he’ll reply.

“mike, this is y/n, do you copy?” you ask, sounding a little desperate.

after what felt like an eternity (one minute), a crackly voice replies.

“y/n? holy shit, i forgot you had your walkie talkie!” he says, sounding stunned.

“mike, i have an idea…”

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two hours later, at 3pm, you retreat back to your room after a late lunch (that you made yourself since your parents were out, and obviously billy would never make you lunch). you quickly pack a bag, sweeping your walkie talkie and polaroid camera into it, and zip it up. you open the window, pulling it up, and jump through it, landing gracefully on the pavement below. you set off to mike’s house, which is a 15 minute walk. god, you wished you had a bike.

fifteen minutes later, you creep onto your boyfriends front porch, and open your bag again. you fish out the walkie talkie, and speak into it.

“mike, im outside, let me in!” you speak into it.

not less than 20 seconds later, you hear the familiar sound of footsteps rushing to the door. mike opens it, grabs your arm, and rushes you upstairs. you walk into his comforting room, and plop onto the bed, facing him with a smile.

“god i missed you. its hell at home, honestly!” you say, exasperated.

you both lean in for a kiss, giggling when you break apart. a little while later, youre huddled up next to mike on his sofa, watching a crappy comedy film. youre cuddled under a blanket, and you wish you could stay like this forever. he places a soft kiss on your forehead as you sigh sadly.

“mike, i better get back. i dont want my parents to discover im gone. they’d probably call the cops if im not lucky.” you say. mike frowns, but understands.

“aww, okay. see you tomorrow..?” he asks cheekily.

you grin , and break into a laugh. “you bet, wheeler.”

placing a kiss on his lips, you reluctantly stand up and exit the safety of your boyfriends home. you trudge back to your own home, dragging your feet. you perk up at the idea of seeing him the next day though.

you love mike, and he loves you.

A/N: had to make a mike x reader fic bc why does no one write them 🙁. hope this was okay, i literally wrote this at 12am 😭