Rewatching BABY To Feel Something

rewatching BABY to feel something

“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!

bad idea!

was such a bad idea, im totally fucked.

request by @lovetaylorrussellgrr

contains: fluff, angst a little bit

summary: when childhood bestfriend!mattheo wants to make his ex girlfriend jealous, and fake date you, you decide to go along with it. however, his ex might not be the only jealous one…

warnings: swearing (as usual), kissing, i dont think anything else??

“please?? can you just do this one favour for me? we’ve been friends for like, forever!!!” mattheo whined to you.

you were in the library, putting away some books you had used for your revision.

“no way! im not fake-dating you so you can date pansy again.” you say, finding the idea ridiculous.

“pleaseeee?” he suddenly grabbed your shoulders, shaking you roughly as he begged over and over again.

“oh my god, fine!” you say, as he lets go of you.

“you’re such a dick.” you put your final book away, walking out of the library, as he follows beside you.

“you know you love me.” he prods you, smirking smugly, as you roll your eyes.

“whatever. how are we gonna play this out? i mean, are we just going to make out infront of everyone or something?” you ask.

“okay, here’s the plan.”

you’re hanging out with enzo, draco, theodore, mattheo, and blaise in the courtyard, just before your first period. its not unusual to hang out with them, since you’ve known mattheo for such a long time, and theyre his best mates.

you fidget uncomfortably, listening to lorenzo’s new ludicrous story that happened to him one time, as thoughts race through your head.

how is mattheo so comfortable with this?

isnt it weird to him? i mean we’ve been bestfriends since our childhoods..

is he as nervous as me?

this seems like a bad idea..

you snap out of your daze, once you realise its time for class. you walk towards mattheo, your nerves fizzing and popping inside you like fireworks.

“hey, i’ll see you later okay? i gotta get to class.” you stick to the “script” as mattheo calls it, and lean in.

then, you two kiss. it starts off soft and slow, before he wraps his arms around you as it becomes more passionate. time seems to slow down as you become entranced in the embrace, before you come back to your senses and pull apart. that was definitely not part of the script..

“what the fuck?!” enzo shouts.

“jesus, you didnt have to eat her face off, she’s just going to class!” blaise exclaims.

“when did this even happen?” draco chimes in. the plan was working.

mattheo gives you a smile, with a glint of a smug look in his eyes as he nods his head to the side. you follow his gaze, and see pansy parkinson glaring at you both, as she stands with her new boyfriend. you feel glad that the plan is working, as you walk off towards your class.

it had been a month since you and mattheo’s “relationship” started up, and god, word spreads FAST in hogwarts. the whole of slytherin and gryffindor knew by the first day, ravenclaw and hufflepuff following behind after the second day, and the teachers on the fourth day. you had gained a lot of popularity and attention, and you didnt mind it most of the time, but sometimes it made you feel uneasy.

that month was full of makeouts, holding hands, going on dates (making sure pansy was where you guys were of course) , hugs, and lots more. and it seemed to be working!

you were sitting at a table in the great hall, during a study session with snape. you sat next to mattheo obviously, and the rest of his mates. you wondered if it was too obvious, what with how much time you’d been spending with him. you’d had like no break with eachother, every day was spent together.

“hey, matty?” you whisper, in order to not get caught by snape, who was in a bad mood (as usual).

“hm?”

“dont you think we’re being too.. obvious?”

“you’re just anxious, y/n. trust me, everything’s fine.” he whispers back, placing a hand on yours, as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

you startled at the feeling, trying to shake it off.

this was your bestfriend, that you’d known since you were 5… there was nothing going on between you and him. and you didnt have feelings for him!! you couldnt… right?

you frowned. it seemed like the only thing he cared about was getting pansy back. this was the deal though, and you had to go along with it.

“y/n?” mattheo whispered again

“yes?”

“theres a party in the slytherin common room tonight, and we should both go, is that okay?”

“yeah, sure.” you reply, before a book slammed down on both of your heads, as you winced. snape swiftly walked away, and you both looked at eachother, stifling a giggle.

green lights blinded you, as music played at an ear-splitting volume, while you pushed through the crowd, trying to get to mattheo. you had another script you had to act out, and you took several shots of the probably very strong alcohol on display before it.

the thing is, you’d.. caught feelings. you knew it, and the only way you could push them away was being totally consumed by alcohol. that way, the sting of being broken up with in a fake relationship would hurt less to you.

every slight touch, every entrancing kiss, every fiery makeout made your feelings build up until you couldn’t take it anymore. you had to remind yourself that this was all an act, it meant nothing to mattheo. and.. that hurt. this whole thing was such a bad idea.

to be honest, you’d always known he was your crush. i mean, how couldnt you? he would always hug you when you were crying, and watch films with you whenever you wanted. you’d both fall asleep together, tangled up by the morning. he’d buy you your favourite foods and cravings when you were on your period, and kiss you softly on the forehead everytime he left the room or hugged.

and you guessed you’d been his crush. you were wrong.

you reached mattheo, shaking the thoughts and memories off, and he looked kind of.. unsure? his demeanour had changed a lot, and he seemed like he wanted to leave.

“okayyyyy, letsss do this.” you slur your words, grabbing him so he faces you.

“y/n, are you drunk?”

“i’m breaking up with you!!” you shriek, not caring to answer him.

he doesnt answer. he just looks at you plainly.

has he forgotten his script? you think.

“i just dont think its working. im inlove with… lorenzo!” you say in your drunken state.

the room erupts in gasps and hushed whispers. enzo whoops and high-fives blaise behind the crowd, before they come closer and see who is actually speaking. his jaw DROPS.

suddenly, pansy rushes forward to mattheo, crashing her lips onto his, as he’s taken by surprise. your eyes widen, and you frown, not processing the situation, since youre hammered.

“and you’re cheating on me?!” you scream.

you snatch a drink from someones hand next to you, throwing it all over him, before dropping the empty cup and walking out of the room, satisfied. you take some water with you, and sit down in an empty corridor, taking a few sips and sighing.

half an hour later, you hear the click-clack of footsteps getting closer to you. you’d sobered up quite a bit (after throwing up in the bathroom nearest to you), and looked around the corner expectantly.

“what the fuck, y/n? most of that wasnt part of the script. and why were you so drunk?”

“can you stop calling it that? im your girl- bestfriend, not an actor. anyway, you’ve got pansy now. im just tired of being dragged around and told what to do all the time.” you blurt out, praying he wouldnt catch the slip-up.

he sat down beside you.

“im sorry, y/n. i basically used you, and im a dick.”

“told you that already, many times.” you say, as you both laugh.

“i realised that at the party. i wanted to call it off, but you started saying stuff. i also realised something else-“

“im inlove with you!” you shriek. you didnt even know where you’d gotten that confidence from.

that was such a bad idea, im totally fucked.

he just sits there, dumbfounded. you fidget uncomfortably, wanting him to atleast answer you.

then, he puts his hand on your cheek. a soft kiss follows, and you can feel the love in this one. it wasnt like one of his put-on ones for pansy. no one was looking here. it was real.

“i love you.”

“really?” you ask.

“yes, you idiot.

“i love you too.”

“i mean, could you not tell?? all those films we watched, all the snacks i bought you, the valentines gifts that were ‘friendly’, etc etc. ive loved you since i was little.” he kisses your cheek as you smile.

“maybe this wasnt such a bad idea.”

“its bullshit.” part 1.

jonathan byers x reader

contains: swearing, fluff, alcohol, reader being drunk, angst, break up, suggestive

(a longer fic than usual)

after being invited to a party, you get drunk to get rid of the stress of losing your bestfriend. little did you know, your drunk truths would lead you to losing someone else too, and becoming closer to someone else in the meantime.

you hop out of steve’s car, and head inside the party. the music is so loud, it practically bounces off the walls, aching in your ears, as steve pulls you into the crowd. after a bit of dancing, you feel someone’s presence behind you two. its billy hargrove. he seems to have a massive grudge against steve, and you scowl at him.

“we got ourselves a new keg king, harrington.” sneers one of steve’s old friends.

“yeah, eat it harrington!”

steve takes his sunglasses off, staring billy down. not wanting to be involved, you briskly walk to the kitchen, wanting to get some “fruit” punch. sweeping past the couples making out against the counter, you approach a guy whos chugging the drink out of a classic red cup.

“whats in this?” you ask curiously, peering down at what seems to be fruit punch.

“PURE FUEL! PURE FUEL!” the peculiar guy yells, slapping his chest and burping.

grimacing at him, you take a cup and fill it to the brim, downing it. at some point, steve had arrived next to you, and is urging you to take it easy.

“hey.. whoa, whoa! hey.. whoa, whoa, whoa! take it easy. take it easy, y/n, y/n!” he lays a hand on your shoulder, comfortingly.

you shove his shoulder off, annoyed at how protective hes being. after all, its a party, right??

“we’re just being stupid teenagers for the night. wasnt that the deal?” you say, frustrated, dipping the cup in again and taking a gulp. you wipe off a bit of punch that got on your cheek and head off into the crowd, away from steve.

your temper calms down after a bit, the drink getting to your head and making you feel lightheaded and fuzzy. you’re giddily dancing with steve. you dont notice the familiar face entering the party, as you’re lost in a (drunk) trance.

you wobble over to the punch bowl, almost dipping the cup in again, when steve grabs your arm and shoves the cup away.

“no, no, no.” he says, firmly.

“get offffffff…!” you slur your words, pissed off, as you struggle against his grip.

“no, you’ve had enough, okay?”

“screw you!” you shout, heading back to the bowl. you dip the cup in the punch again, filling it up to the top. steve grabs you again, making you even more angry.

“stop, y/n, im serious!” he says again, struggling to take the cup from your tight grip.

“put it down.”

“no!” you scream.

“put it down!” he says again, trying to grab the cup from your grasp.

“steve, stop!”

steve accidentally lets go, and the red cup goes flying and lands splat on your white blouse. you gasp in horror and embarrassment as you step back, staring down at your now-ruined outfit. everyone exclaims as they watch the scene unfold.

“what the hell??” you say, running off to the bathroom. you ignore steve running after you.

wetting a towel, you desperately try to wipe off the red mess that the drink made.

“y/n, im sorry. its not coming off, y/n.” says steve.

“its… coming..” you trip over your words in your drunken state, helplessly dabbing at your blouse.

“let me just take you home, okay? come here.” begs steve, knowing this has turned into a nightmare.

“you-you wanted thisss.” you say, angrily, pushing him away from you.

“no i didnt want this, i told you to stop drinking.” steve sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“its bullshit. BULLSHIT.”

“no, its not bullshit, y/n.”

“no, youuuu. youre.. bullshit!” you exclaim.

“wh-what?” steve stammers.

“youre pretending like.. like everythings.. okay. you know, like we didnt… like we didnt kill barb.” you spit out, glaring at him.

“like, like, its great. like we’re in love.. and we’re partying.” you carry on.

“yeah, lets party huh? party. we’re partying…”

“this is bullshit.” you say, a look of disgust forming on your face, as you stare up at steve’s hurt expression.

“ ‘like we’re in love?’ “ steve utters, his voice eerily quiet. he reaches out and touches your face, as you mutter out again.

“its bullshit.”

steve shakes his head in disbelief. “y-you dont love me?”

“its bullshit.” you say, one last time. steve swiftly opens the door, and leaves, slamming it behind him without another word. you mindlessly stare at the counter, trying to dab the red liquid off of you again, not knowing what to think.

after hearing jonathan took you home, in a heated conversation the next day with steve, you head to the carpark. you have the worst hangover, you’re heads throbbing and you can barely think straight.

“so.. steve asked you to take me home?” you inquire.

“yeah.” jonathan says simply. maybe you’re imagining it, but he seemed a little hesitant, almost like he was trying to convince himself it was true, too.

“yeah, yeah he was upset. he was really upset. but he was still worried about you.”

“hey, hey. you need to cut yourself some slack. people say shitty things when theyre wasted. y’know, things they dont mean.” jonathan says softly, trying to reassure you.

“yeah but thats the thing. what if i did mean it? all this time, ive been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but.. its not.” you burst out, before you can stop yourself.

“i.. i feel like theres this, i dont know like this..-“

“like theres this weight youre carring around, all the time.” jonathan finishes the sentence for you, as he stares deep into your eyes.

“i feel it too.”

“yeah but its different for you. will came home.” you remind him.

“he did, but hes not the same. i try to be there for him, to help him. but.. i dont know.” he sighs, and you watch him.

“maybe things just cant go back to the way they were.” jonathan finishes.

“doesnt that make you mad?” frustrated, you ask him. i mean, how couldnt it? you knew it certainly did for you..

“i mean, the people who did this, who- who ruined so many lives, just.. get away with it!” you huff out, breathlessly.

“the people responsible for this, theyre dead.” says jonathan.

you dont believe it for one second, however. it’s been on your mind a lot, and you had a hunch.

you lean in closer. “do you really believe that?” you ask intensely.

you watch a kid in the distance blast music out of his walkman, as he tucks into a burger.

“your mom’s boyfriend. he works at radio shack right?” you ask, an idea quickly forming in your head.

“yeah. but why??” jonathan seems extremely confused.

you look to the side, zoning out as he speaks up again.

“what are you thinking..?”

“do you wanna skip fourth period?”

you both creep into your house, trying to get past your mom. unfortunately, she looks around as she hears the door open.

“jonathan?” she asks.

“miss wheeler, hi.” stutters jonathan, looking at you, unsure of what to say.

“uh, we-we have a test tomorrow.” he mutters out. miss wheeler exclaims out ‘ohhh.’

“did you go shopping?” she asks you, staring down at the radio shack bag you carry in your hand

“oh, uh- yeah. my walkman broke!” you say.

“aw.”

“bummer..” jonathan adds on.

“anyway, we should go. its a- its a really big test.” you say quickly, running upstairs with jonathan.

in the safety of your room, you flop on the bed, trying to ignore the fact you’ve invited another guy in there.

“okay, are you sure about this?” he asks.

“no.” you mutter, looking at the ground.

you turn to your bedside table, picking up your pastel blue telephone, and picking up the phone, before dialing barbara’s mom’s number.

“miss holland, hi, its y/n.” you say.

“i need to tell you something. it’s about nancy, i havent.. uh, been honest with you.” you stutter out, your stomach churning.

“b-but i cant tell you here on the phone. meet me tomorrow, forrest hills park, at 9 am. dont tell anyone, and dont call me back here, its dangerous.”

“nancy, what is this?” barbs mom asks, extremely confused.

“i just need you to trust me. please.” you say, desperately, before hanging up the phone.

“hey mom, i was thinking about staying the night at stacy’s tonight? we’re gonna have a girls night.” you ask at breakfast. you know your mom would say yes, she’s always easy-going like that, so you use it to the best of your ability a lot of times.

“romantic comedies, do our nails, gossip…”

“sure, sounds like fun!” she says, as you sit down.

mike looks at you weirdly, and you ignore him.

“toast? no?” you ask holly.

you quickly walk to jonathans car, making sure no-one sees you, and get in, telling him good morning.

“did you see your mom?”

“no, she was sleeping. i left a note.” he replies.

“you dont have to do this, you know.” i say, stopping and looking into his hazel eyes for a moment.

“stop saying that.” he says, smiling comfortingly at me. my lips curve upwards and i smile back. we stay like that for a few seconds, before he clears his throat, nodding at me, and starting the car.

“its 15 past.” you’re sitting on a bench with jonathan, looking around the park, leg shaking.

“give them time.” he replies, always keeping his cool.

you notice a guy reading a paper under some shelter.

“him, there.” you point him out.

“what?”

“he just.. talked to himself.” maybe you were being paranoid, but you didnt want to risk it.

as if on cue, he looks up from his paper, his eyes narrowing as he makes eyecontact with you both. you start noticing other people. a random old man throwing seeds onto the soil, moms watching their kids play, two women doing yoga. and they all start looking at us, eerily. a man with a briefcase walks past.

“i think we should go.” you both head back to the car, on high alert.

in the safety of jonathans car, you slam the door shut, as he turns the key in the hole. but the car wont start. he tries again and again, when someone knocks on the window and i jump, gasping.

“having trouble with your car? i can give you two a lift if you’d like.” he gives an encouraging smile. suddenly, everyone you’d noticed swarms the car.

“jonathan..” your voice is no louder than a whisper.

the man knocks again.

“sure you dont need that ride?”

A/N: this took forever oh my god. im sorry its so long i expect its really boring, but it’ll get juicer as time goes on. there will only be one more part coming out. i hope you enjoyed! btw its not proofread yet so im sorry for mistakes 🤍

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.

what i WILL / will NOT write

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE

smut (i hope this didnt let anyone down, i just am not good at writing it and im also uncomfortable writing it.)

intense gore

intense blood / injury mentions

rape

detailed abuse

torture (unless its a scene from a film such as the deathly hallows pt 2)

non consensual acts

suicide or selfharm

incest (including step family members)

THINGS I WILL WRITE

kissing

relationships

fights / beating up

arguments

angst angst angst

literally anything apart from whats on the list above or if its really strange

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