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dead poets society if they were taught by Andrew Tate instead of Keating: carpe DM, seize the bae

i got so used to fanon Blaise Zabini that’s been in my head since I was like 6 that I was shocked to read his personality page in canon. What do you mean my pookie was just as vile and cruel like others 😖☹️

imagine if child of Dionysus happened to be Muslim and while their siblings are making another party with all the fine wine they’d be like

oh cmon guys :(

Charlie Dalton & “right where you left me”

or why is this song perfect for my headcanon

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I'm still not over the fact that Charlie inadvertently started the chain of events that eventually led to Neil's death. I cannot imagine the grief and guilt he must have experienced because his impishness went a bit too far. While Charlie had nothing to lose (given his family's wealth) the other Dead Poets RELIED on the society being secret. AFAIK Charlie and Neil were childhood friends and that makes it even more terrible!

Yeah, he might be rebellious, but the loss of Neil would leave him emotionally paralyzed.

Charlie, who was LITERALLY EPITOME of the "carpe diem" spirit, might now find himself ironically trapped by the past, unable to seize the day as he once urged his friends to do :(

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me

They say, "What a sad sight"

Everybody moved on

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Percy and Leo. We were ROBBED

What’s one underrated friendship or relationship you wish we could’ve saw more of in the PJO universe? Or gotten to see?

i’m just a teenage girl (i’m in my senior year and am swamped with workload and exams yet i choose to surf tumblr and write my silly little headcanons)

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

really curious about charmspesk. what if some Aphrodite kid tried to kiss taken demigod with it. would you forgive your partner if they did it? after all, it was a charmspeak. i wonder if it’s be mess irl

he’s so leo valdez i adore him!!!

does tiktok have beef w pjo cast 😭

how can he be so cute and hot (as much as I don’t like the word) at the same time? it should be ILLEGAL

always an angel, never a god x theo nott

- theodore nott who is your childhood friend and coincidentally, your co-prefect for slytherin

- theodore nott who always complains about your attitude and unfunny jokes yet laughs at them like crazy

- theodore nott who accompanies you to every party and gathering

- theodore nott who doesn’t mind pulling an all-nighter with you to study

- theodore nott who’s the first and only person whom you tell all your problems, breakups and just how shitty your boyfriends/girlfriends were

- theodore nott who always supplies you with alhocol and listens to your drunk rambling while silently wondering why can’t you see the perfect candidate for boyfriend right in front of you

- theodore nott who steals a glance at your lips but never crosses the line and restrains himself

- theodore nott who’ll always be hopelessly in love with you

- theodore nott who’ll never be more than a childhood friend to you.

I RANDOMLY SAW DAVE’S SPEECH FROM GILMORE GIRLS AGAIN AND THAT’S A THING ENZO WOULD SO LITERALLY DO!!!

he’d come with a bouquet of flowers and stuff. in case you haven’t watched Gilmore Girls:

A few weeks ago you told me that Lane had a crush on me. Well, I have a crush on her, too. Now, I know you have very strict rules about dating and boys, but I just want you to know that I'm a good person. I don't smoke, I don't drink, I've never gotten a ticket, I'm healthy, I take care of myself, I floss. I never watch more than 30 minutes of television a night partly because I think it's a waste of time and partly because there's nothing on. I respect my parents, I do well in school, I never play video games in case they do someday prove that playing them can turn you into a serial killer. I don't drink coffee. I hate soda because the carbonation freaks me out. I'm happy to give up meat if you feel strongly about it. I don't mind wearing a tie. I enjoy playing those hymns on my guitar, and I really, really want to take your daughter to the prom.

Isn’t it weird that OG canon popular slytherin boys are Blaise and Draco yet half of the people don’t include Blaise in their videos/threads like??? why’d you do that

the other day I saw tiktok creator that replied that they “forgot” but next videos were without him as well 😭 idk it feels personal to me

slytherin boys after an argument

ft. Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo

Theodore Nott

Realization hit him hard after a prolonged silence. The air felt thick, and he felt nauseous as he shifted his gaze from a small crack on the wall under his fist to your face. He just swallowed and left the room without a word.

He was terrified of himself, didn't he promise to never raise a hand on loved ones? Technically, he hadn’t, but it was too close. Thoughts flooded his mind as he rushed up the stairs in a desperate attempt to breathe fresh air. It wasn't surprising that he instinctively headed to the Astronomy Tower – your favorite place. Reaching the top, he stood there and retrieved the cigarette pack with trembling fingers. After hesitating, he lit one. Everything seemed to remind him of you. It was never that serious, you just wanted to help him.

Now, he felt like a total fool. Leaning against a wall and sliding down, he pondered over the the relationships. You were too sweet, he couldn't let you suffer near someone like him. With that, he set his mind on ignoring you and breaking up with you because "that'd be better for you." It seemed like you would only agree, he didn't consider any other possible answer.

In the next few days, he deliberately skipped meals and tried to ignore your questioning gaze in halls. However, you heard a slight cough from behind after the lunch.

"May we discuss something?"

"Well, if it isn't Theodore Nott! What—" he didn't let you finish.

"Let's break up." you froze, staring at him in disbelief.

"Nott, are you insane? Didn't you think to ask me?"

"I'm doing it right now."

"Really? It felt more like you just stated a fact and I can only accept it. It was really low of you to avoid me." Your eyes became shiny as tears started to accumulate involuntarily. Theodore noticed it, and despite the cold agenda he planned, he rushed towards you, wiping the tears.

"You wouldn't want to be with me," he mumbled.

"What? We could've talked! We've always talked about how important communication is, but how come we don't practice it? I know you, and I know myself; I wouldn't give up on our relationship that easily. And more than anything, I know that I want to be with you. Why would you do that to me?" you sobbed, clutching onto him as if you were afraid that if he left now, you would never see him again.

"Shush, principessa, I'm so sorry-" he didn't expect such a reaction from you. As you hid your crying face in his chest, his heartbeat only became faster. What an idiot he was for even thinking of such a thing. "I'm so sorry. For everything I've done and said. I'll work to be better for you," he rambled quietly. "Do you trust me? Are you ready to give me another try?" His voice cracked slightly as he asked the last question. You just nodded, and he chuckled at the sight. "Tesoro... I'm so sorry. I promise you it won't happen again." He gave you a forehead kiss, and he really meant it. Even though he didn't say anything about it, he decided to quit smoking. Yes, it won't be easy or a short process, but at least he found a far better addiction - you.

Tom Riddle

From the moment you saw Tom, you thought it could have worked out. At least, you hoped so. It all felt dumb. All those times when your friends told you to break up or said that he didn’t care about you - you refused to believe them. And now, it got you here when the most precious person told you were some troublesome trivia. In the past, you and Tom would at least talk during lunch or sit next to each other in Potions where he patiently helped you, but now, he skipped most lessons, and if he attended one, he’d sit alone. Everyone noticed it, and you became the target of their whispers and snickers. Some even went as far as mocking you in the halls.

“Well, if it isn’t the one Tom Riddle dumped. What, did he finally realize that you’re pathetic?” you tightened your hold on your books and tried to leave hurriedly until the blonde boy from the group shoved you into the wall. “Aren’t we talking to you? Why are you leaving so suddenly?”

It was a pretty loud encounter, so Tom, who was walking nearby, heard it and stopped in his tracks. To tell the truth, he didn’t even want to break up. He invented this silly excuse to protect you because he was afraid of his own actions. He hoped you’d be stubborn and come once again, but you didn’t. That’s when he knew he messed up, but his pride held him back from going to you. And now, someone was bullying his treasure.

But they underestimated your power. You didn’t want it to escalate into violence, but they started it first. With a swift movement of the wand, you threw them off with a big blast. Not even bothering to look behind, you paced up and bumped into someone.

“Oh.” As he put his hands on your shoulders to steady you, he eyed the unconscious group behind. “Using a spell of such power at this hour?” he mumbled nervously.

“Care to explain why you care? Get off, Riddle.” You tried to shove him away, but his grip was strong.

“What’s going on with you? I didn’t even do anything to make you that mad.” You nearly choked at these words.

“Tom.” He hesitated. “Do you think I’m that dumb to fall for your words? Move out of the way.” But he just stood there without a change.

"Don’t leave. I was just... I was afraid I’d hurt you," he whispered as he clutched onto you. "I was afraid of my own plans, of my own thoughts. But please, promise me never to leave, even if I change. I won’t hurt you, just stay by my side. I never expected to fall in love..I had everything planned ahead in a neat way, but you came in like a surprise. Yet, here we are, and it's you. There's no turning back now" You never saw Tom being so vulnerable, and you could do only nod. You cupped his face.

"Hey, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll be here," you softly reassured him, not noticing how easily he drew you right back.

Mattheo Riddle

You had hard time absorbing everything Mattheo said. It was already dark outside, but you didn’t care to turn on the light or illuminate the wand with “Lumos”. You sat on the bed and went through the box with a glossy eyes. You couldn’t believe that he saved every gift, every letter, note - even those that you gave him before dating. Quiet sobs escaped your chest upon finding the promise ring at the very top. Why does it feel so awful when you believed you made the right choice?

As if on cue, your roommate entered the dorm room. "Hey, look what everyone’s talking about in school- oh, are you okay?" She turned on the lights and noticed your teary face. Quickly wiping everything away, you pretended to be busy, gathering everything back into the box. "Yeah, my eyes are sore from reading in the dark," a lame excuse, "what were you gonna tell?"

She knew you disliked having your privacy intruded upon. "So, three students were caught for an outrageous duel and a series of mobbings in Hogsmeade! Surprisingly, it was two Gryffindor students and one Hufflepuff. That fits into the ‘don't judge a book by its cover' narrative. I wonder when the stereotypes about the houses will end. Remember when everyone didn't doubt that it was Slytherin?" she sighed.

As if it weren't enough of a heartbreak, you discovered that everything you had ever suspected Mattheo of was all filthy lies and gossip. Suddenly, you felt dizzy.

You didn’t care about decency or dignity as you rushed to Mattheo’s dorm. He, too, was struggling. Despite everything, he regretted speaking harshly and leaving the memory box. What if you never returned and tossed it away? His heart clenched at the thought.

Feeling too irritated and unwilling to join others in the common room for a card game, he was all alone for now. In futile attempts to fall asleep, he heard a light knock on the door.

"Who’s that?" he groaned, too lazy to open the door.

"Hey, can we talk?" His muscles tensed upon hearing that familiar voice. Rushing to the door, he unlocked it immediately. "Oh, hi," you blushed and stopped mid-sentence, staring at his torso. He glanced down, realizing he forgot to put his shirt on.

"Shit. Sorry, one second," he shut the door in embarrassment and put on a random sweater. "What do you want?" he still held a grudge against you.

"I wanna... apologize. You have every right to shut the door, but I wanted to tell you that our relationship isn’t a joke to me. I love everything about you. I was just so stupid to believe all the gossips floating around Hogwarts, but that doesn’t matter. I came here to tell you how insane you make me feel. I mean, these days when I tried to collect my thoughts and was avoiding you, I was thinking of you non-stop. Mattheo, I’d fight the world to be by your side." As you rambled on and on, his gaze softened, and he pulled you by the waist.

"That’s my girl. I felt terrible when you acted the way you acted, but I hope it won’t be the same in the future?... I also apologize for saying unnecessary things."

"That’s okay, you had every right to be mad. What about I’ll order the food and we’ll watch a movie?"

“Gladly” he was grinning now. It wasn't necessary to tell him that you were also ordering a new broomstick, the perfect one for the perfect boy to make it up. It was the least you could do now. As you scrolled through the list of new films, Mattheo coughed.

"So, uh, can I get my box back, please? You didn’t go through it, right?" a light blush covered his face.

“Actually, I did, Matty. I didn’t know you are so sweet” he groaned at this comment “but I’ll return it to you. Sure.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

The moment Lorenzo received his numerology exam back, he couldn't believe the mark he saw. 70, satisfactory. Many would pray for such a grade, but he had studied and sacrificed too much for this.

As he walked to breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall but couldn't spot you. The previous day's argument flared up in his memory, and he wrinkled his nose as he sat down to eat. As predicted, a white owl sat on his shoulder, delivering a letter with Berkshire's family logo.

He run his eyes over the text. “disgrace..wasting time..bad influence” and blah blah blah. Nothing’s new, except the threat that ordered him not to come home until he got back on the track academically. He's been following his parents' wishes for too long; he was too afraid to ruin the perfect son image that he completely lost hold of his priorities.

Oh, how he wished to be in your embrace now, to listen to your soothing voice and nuzzle up to you in the dark. But he ruined it single-handedly.

He stood up and went to lessons, scratching an apology note for you in the meantime. At DADA, the only class you two took together, he tried to sit next to you and apologize, but that place was taken by a Hufflepuff girl, to which he could only frown. Throughout the lesson, you felt his gaze on you, but never once did you turn your head back at him. If he needed a break that much, he could get one. After all, you got tired of constantly begging him to relax and spend time with you and felt like a total fool.

After the lessons ended, you were the first one to leave the classroom, but he's not an idiot either. You felt someone gently taking hold of your wrists and pushing you into the empty classroom. The door closed behind.

"Can we talk and communicate like grown-ups?" Lorenzo inquired.

"You said everything you wanted last time. I have to go, Hermione's waiting for me in the library," you blatantly lied.

"Oh, really? Because when I last talked to Hermione, she told me she would be with Ron," he calmly stated, stepping closer. "I don't really remember things I've said, but-" You didn't let him finish.

“Enzo, you needed break and I’m giving it to you” his jaws tightened in frustration at your unwavering stance. “You told me I was a burden and you know what? I think you were right because lately, that’s what I felt like in relationships with you. It’s like I’m begging you to spend time with me. Maybe it's best to return to being friends” you mumbled. But he just shook his head, moving nearer once more until he stood right in front of you.

"I'm sorry I made you feel this way. It's not an excuse for my behavior, but I've been stressing about..something," he sighed. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, but trust me, I'll be better." He gently reached out for your arm. "I need just another chance. The only one. I've already written back to my parents, and I hope they will get off my back. I've also told them about us," his voice got quieter. "I hope you won't mind." Your breath hitched. He had always been postponing this, even if you wished for it. There was a minute of silence and apprehension before he wrapped you in a hug. "I hope you can forgive me, sweetheart. How about we go to the cafe you like this weekend?" he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses.

a/n: I apologize if it's not the way you imagined, but hey, I tried my best. Also, I think they were super careful and sweet afterwards!

taglist: @lilanxietysstuff @nopedefe @marina468

why nearly everyone on tiktok portrays enzo as mama’s crybaby or some playboy who cheats 24/7 im sobbing 😭😭

Hello ! Can you maybe write the results of the part 1 (the Slytherin boys arguing with you) I would appreciate it also i want to see what are their reactions after it happened?

Thank you anyway and happy new year!

hello, happy new year to you too! 🎄

as for your request - sure, I’ll be only too glad to do it!! sorry if it takes time since i have some exams rn but I’ll try to do my best. thanks for your suggestion, I’ll tag you when I post it ^^

arguing with slytherin boys / pt.2

ft. Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo

warnings: curse words, mentions of abuse, addictions

Theodore Nott

You wanted to help Theo, really. His smoking wouldn't have angered you if he wasn't going through two packs in a day. It was genuinely hard to express your concerns without sounding like a parent or authority figure. But as you attempted to have yet another “serious conversation” with him, you initially thought it was heading toward success. Turns out you just misunderstood his mocking tone as softness and surrender.

“Ah, so you care about me? Answer me, amore, are you my mother? Then tell me, why do my habits piss you off that much?” he advanced towards you, slowly cornering you until your back met the cold wall. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to pretend it's a nightmare, hoped for it to end sooner and start again. But it was real, and Theo barely controlled himself “Am I not good enough for Ms. Perfect? My “addictions” shouldn’t worry you, can’t you understand?” His fist landed just an inch away from your face.

Tom Riddle

You decided to drop in and check on Tom since he hadn’t been talking to you for a few weeks now. He was busy working on some project. You made a cute lunch and even drew his portrait with watercolor. You couldn’t contain your excitement as you hurried to his room. What will be his reaction? Did he miss you too? Reality hit harder than you could’ve ever imagined. He eyed you and things in your hand with a little to no interest.

“Just how many times did I tell you not to disturb me? Not to meddle in my business? I don’t need it," he stated firmly. His words rang in your ears, and you didn’t listen much as he continued, “I was right, in the end relationships proved to be troublesome trivia. It was nice to know you. But now, leave.”

Mattheo Riddle

You’ve been avoiding him for the last few weeks after hearing rumors about his ties to dark organizations and massacre in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Now, he was confronting you. Can’t really escape when he’s towering right above you in the middle of a dorm room.

“Are we even dating at this point? ‘Cuz i feel like I’m a fucking joke to you, not a boyfriend” Mattheo calmly stood in front of you, staring at you with eyes full of hatred “Little bird told me you’re afraid of me. Why, is it because my surname is Riddle? I thought you weren’t that dumb like others to judge me on my family relations which I don’t give a fuck about” he spat out the last words. His lips curled in disgust as he shoved a box full of your gifts and memories into your hands, leaving you dumbfounded in the solitude of your room.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The last few weeks have been tough for every seventh-year at Hogwarts. Tables were cluttered with heaps of homework and essays, and an unhealthy number of coffee mugs in common rooms weren’t surprising anymore. Amidst this academic crisis, your boyfriend was the most affected one. He had to maintain his top spot, not for himself but for his parents.

You were genuinely worried about him and tried to help him unwind a bit, but he consistently refused and distanced himself even more. When you suggested going to Hogsmeade, he suddenly snapped, growling in frustration

“Just fuck off. I have a lot to manage, and you're being a burden right now. Can’t you spend a minute without me?” He kept ruffling his hair and rubbing his temples in annoyance. “I need a break” He didn’t care to explain what break he needed and didn’t even look at you as he left the common room in a hurry.

a/n: yes, i like making people suffer and yes there’ll be part 2 with Draco, Blaise and Regulus

headcanons: lorenzo berkshire as your boyfriend

“in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”

pt. 1 | pt.2

- would get jealous so easily. if he sees someone flirting with you, he’d stare at them for a long time before wrapping his hands around your shoulders from the behind. “surprise, sweetheart. who’s that?” a soft mumble in the crook of the neck sends shivers down your spine

- he seems like an extrovert - talking, helping, and joking with everyone. yet, when you two are left alone in the confines of your dorms, he simply cuddles with you quietly. he enjoys it when you ruffle his hair or rub soothing circles on his neck

- when you're late for breakfast or dinner, he always saves the seat next to him, waiting for you. places your favorite foods on the plate in advance to ensure they don't run out

- observes the little details about you and notices how your gaze lingers on things you wish to buy in shops. silently purchases them and gives them to you as if it's "nothing special

- would drag you along to the library “we can study and do homework together there!” but as you doze off each time, he just sighs and takes a moment to adore your lovely face

- appears randomly on breaks between lessons with a cup of tea or coffee. "you know that Draco and Tom like to make one to keep awake; I just ask them to make an extra one," he mumbles while scratching the back of his neck, slightly shy about his own gesture

- you have no idea how, but he’s slick. before every exam or important occasion he sneaks a few chocolate bars or your favorite fruits into your bag

- as strange as it may seem, he’s the one with the highest alhocol tolerance in the group. when everyone gets drunk at parties, he's the one helping them sober up. always makes sure to leave pill from hangover and water on everyone’s bedside table. as for you, he’ll carry you without a word if you’re too drunk to even walk

- “is the candy-bouquet period still not over yet between you two?” Mattheo groaned. Enzo just clicked his tongue “foolish of you to assume I’d ever stop doing that bare minimum”

- often writes notes and lengthy letters; he can easily express his love in words, so he takes every chance. enjoys drawing silly things as gifts for you

- doesn’t ask for anything back except your love and loyalty. when you get him gifts he’d be really touched and would brag about it till everyone’s sick and tired of your sweetness

- people would call him soft and “unmanly”; he didn't really care. but if someone offended you or his friends, he'd become that person’s worst nightmare, throwing witty remarks to embarrass them and plotting small misfortunes that would ruin their week in advance

imagine being friends with lorenzo and promising to write to each other every week on summer holidays but getting no answer. however, when you DO receive a letter from him, the zip code is that of remote countryside’s and there’s THIS photo with no explanation. no note whatsoever. maybe just “us” on a clutch of old newspaper.

i imagine him to be chaotic and yes, he’d definitely pull something like that lmao 😭

“you could live a hundred lifetimes, and never deserve that boy”

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader

summary: he's always there when you need him, but he's nowhere to be found at the Yule Ball. while searching for him, you come across something heartbreaking.

word count: 1.5k

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Everyone around you knew. Even the teachers, but you. Enzo would just smile when you nudged him and called him the “best friend you could ever have.”

Even after all these years, it amazed you that whenever you were craving something sweet or were moody, he could pull out candies - your favorite ones, specifically. He'd just shrug off your questions, “Y/N, you're not that special. I have a sweet tooth too, you know? Could've carried ones with you as well so that we can switch roles for once,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

Enzo was one of Hermione's close friends. Maybe that's why he cared so much about school. Or vice versa. But the thing is, he was the top student, and you were just above average. You often forgot to do homework, which played against you, but hey, you had Enzo who would give you a copy of his homework and whisper the right answers to you. But if it were others... “Hey, mate, can I copy that too?” Mattheo looked pleadingly. “Sorry, gotta maintain academic honesty,” he got his notebook back and winked at Mattheo.

“Guys, wanna go to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” you asked cheerfully. Everyone exchanged awkward looks, and it was silent for a while. “We were planning to go out as couples, and some of us got homework to do,” Blaise explained softly. “Yeah, don't hold a grudge against your amazing friends, cara mia; Blaise is only telling the truth,” Theo grinned at you.

“I can, I have nothing to do anyway,” Enzo didn't lift his eyes from books. “Wasn't it you who just complained about Numerology class's workload-“ Draco was confused, but Enzo immediately looked up, staring at him intensely. “Really? Don't think so.” And so, you found someone to go with.

As you two went out, he noticed that you didn't have a scarf on. Your nose and cheeks were red, and you tried to hide your face in your jacket. He just furrowed, but then took off his scarf and wrapped it around you. “Why'd you go out like that? You'll get sick,” he asked coldly. It was unusual. You felt uncomfortable as you tried to return the scarf to him. “Ah... owl tore mine apart; I was planning to buy new. Sorry, let me give it back to you.” He stopped you. “It's okay.”

Your primary goal for today was to buy a dress for the Yule Ball. As you two went into every shop to see if they had something decent, never once did Enzo complain. After two hours, you finally found the perfect one. It was a beautiful shade of orange, which turned to pink towards the end. It was long and had a sweetheart neckline. It just enhanced the beauty of your clavicle, shoulders, and waist. Probably the most beautiful detail was an artificial flower on one shoulder. You were blushing hard as you saw his mouth was agape.

“You look beautiful.” You blushed harder, turning away to face the mirror. The dress was bought successfully, and you two headed to Three Broomsticks. Having placed your order, you just sighed.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Thanks for sparing your time to help me today,” you smiled softly.

“Uh, it's really nothing. I enjoyed spending time with you.” It was strange. You were alone with Enzo so many times, but it never felt so awkward, or rather nervous. He seemed to be braver with compliments today.

“Have you invited someone to the ball yet?” “Nah. Mustering up courage to ask someone special. And you? I mean, has someone asked you yet?” He smirked.

“No... I don't really know why I bought that dress if no one asked me...” To tell the truth, you were utterly embarrassed. You thought he'd start laughing at you, but his smile widened.

“Maybe there'll be someone special in the end. Don't lose hope.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Easy to say when you're so handsome and popular that everyone sends you love letters. He nearly choked from the sudden outburst of laughter. And with that, the conversation topic changed.

The ball was tomorrow, and you still had no pair. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? You groaned as you threw the pillow across the room. “Do you want me to die or?” Pansy was amused at this sight. “Pans, just leave me alone,” you mumbled into the bed.

“Are you still upset because of that ball? C'mon, it's a silly thing, just go with me, you don't need any pair!”

“Easy to say when Draco asked you the first day.”

“Maybe you're right. But you're still going to have fun.” she winked. “Now, let's go to breakfast.”

You two walked into the Great Hall, observing everyone worrying and exchanging shy looks. You could feel someone's gaze on yourself. You turned your head and saw Enzo. He was smiling. A big box of chocolate and a note with flowers lay in front of him.

“You look so sour... Don't tell me no one asked you yet?” He laughed.

“Shut up. And who's that for?' You mentioned things laying on the table.

“Uh, these. They're for-“

He didn't get to finish his sentence as someone tapped your shoulder. It was a tall boy from Ravenclaw. You saw him on quidditch team. He was handsome and smart, given that he's from a blue house. He smiled nervously. “Hey... you're Y/N, right? Would you mind going to the Yule Ball with me?” So straightforward. Yet you were dumbfounded as blush slowly creeped up your face. You just nodded, and he happily went back to his table, giving you a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

You were beyond happy as you shoved the invitation in your friends' faces to brag. However, everyone was throwing worried looks towards Enzo who had his jaws clenched. “Is everything okay? Why is everyone so quiet?” “Nothing. I'm happy for you.” Enzo smiled for a second before standing up and leaving the Great Hall with his belongings. “I have to go; Numerology's starting soon.” Everyone tried to ease up the atmosphere, but you still felt weird.

Yule Ball. Oh, everyone and everything was so amazing. You put every effort into makeup and outfit today. That Ravenclaw boy, or Henry, which turned out to be his name, accompanied you from your common room to the Great Hall. Everyone was having a great time, and you enjoyed the evening. You made your way to your friend group and noticed how beautiful everyone was. There were couples everywhere, but you couldn't see one person. Lorenzo Berkshire. Slowly pulling Pansy aside, you tried to speak loudly enough for her to hear you over the music. “Hey, where's Enzo?”

She looked at you weirdly. “Oh, he just got somewhat sick. He decided to stay in the dorm.”

“He WHAT? Maybe I should check up on him..." You didn't let Pansy finish as you made your way out of the Great Hall.

A million thoughts rushed through your head, making it harder to concentrate on one. Enzo didn't like to be ill. He was rarely ill, but every time, he'd get so scared of being left alone in the dorm. No one could joke about it since it had a stinging backstory. But you stopped in your tracks as you overheard loud talking and laughing. No one was supposed to be in the halls of Hogwarts now.

"She agreed so easily; one could think she'd have many suitors, given that she's such a bitch." It was such a familiar voice.

"Mhm, but now you have to sleep with her. Isn't it a bit hard, Henry?"

"Nah, she'd fold after the right amount of firewhisky."

“I doubt it. But if you win the bet, 100 galleons are yours." You could only stare into space in disbelief. Someone betting on you? It felt so wrong, so disgusting. So your worth was 100 galleons. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you tried to be as quiet as possible. But you were hurt, you didn't even care anymore. You just ran in the opposite direction, wherever the feet would carry you, until you bumped into someone. Books fell from their hand.

"Hey, what the hell-" He stopped abruptly. It was a familiar voice. Not Henry, but Enzo.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He seemed perfectly healthy.

"Enzo?" You blinked in confusion. Your face was puffy with tears, and his heart clenched at the sight. "Weren't you ill..."

As he picked up his books, he just sighed. "No... I just. I didn't want to, that's all." Indeed, he wasn't dressed in a fancy suit. He was in his favorite sweater and jeans. "But it isn't about me. Why were you crying?" He asked sternly. "It's nothing... I just..." time passed, and you couldn't think of a single excuse.

You just sighed and sat on a nearby staircase. "What the hell is wrong with me, Lorenzo?" He wasn't used to you saying his full name. "Huh? Who told you that?" He tilted his head curiously. "No one. I was wondering why no one could love me? And why did the only boy who invited me to the Yule ball turn out to be a dickhead who bet that he could sleep with me?" He nearly choked as his face turned dark with anger. "Huh. So he did that?" He got absorbed in his thoughts. You could see his features becoming more sharp as he did so, so you tried to switch the topic.

"So? Why didn't you want to go? Don't tell me you got rejected by that girl?" You teased him. "That girl is you." He just blurted it out.

After seconds of silence, you started laughing. "Nice one, Berkshire. Bet you drooled over me all those years."

"I'm being serious." He averted his eyes. "Ever since I met you the first year, I've always wanted to be your friend. But this changed during the fifth year. I started wanting more than friendship. I am lost in your eyes; in this dark world, they're the only light that keeps me going. I can listen to you ramble all day long. I love all your habits; I want to be there when you cry and when you laugh. I find myself wondering how does your hand or lips feel like. I wanted to be with you, I wanted you to notice me. But all my efforts seemed to be futile." He blushed, hiding his face in his palms. "Is confessing always that embarrassing?”

“Is being confessed to always feels that amazing?" You asked quietly. You've had a crush on Enzo for a long time, but you settled for unrequited feelings. Every sign he gave was shut down by you. After all, he’s kind to everyone, right? Turns out, no. His eyes locked with yours, and he tilted his head, getting closer to your face. He seemed to be asking for permission, and when you didn't push him away, he finally leaned in.

a/n: planning 2nd part with hcs (lorenzo as a boyfriend), yes I’m THAT obsessed with him. anyway, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any any mistakes! you can drop other requests with other characters in my ask box

lorenzo berkshire x reader

short summary: enzo is kind to everyone but you.

slytherin gang was known for its violence and nonchalance, but there was one exceptional character. needles to say that every second girl and boy drooled over him and went on and on about how sweet he is. but you never felt that lorenzo berkshire could be kind or, god forbid, sweet.

he would curl his lip, roll his eyes, mock you in front of everyone - do virtually anything to piss you off. as he was flirting with a junior from hufflepuff, he saw you walking out of potions class from the corner of his eyes.

“nice sweater, y/l/n” he shouted from the behind. it wasn’t his voice, but what he said that shocked you. was he being nice? as you turned back to thank him, he continued “for someone who’s planning to retire. return this ugly piece of cloth to whatever cheap store you bought it from. go buy something decent for once, i can give you money if you ask nicely” girl near him chuckled as you tried to contain your tears.

“dickhead..” you mumbled underneath your breath

“what’d you say?” he was now towering over you. he didn’t like to be called names, but seeing you so broken over a small joke got him confuse. “hey, y/l/n, i didn’t mean to-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence as you pushed him out of your way and stormed out of the hall.

normally his words wouldn’t mean anything. but it was a favorite sweater inherited from an uncle who was a hero in your eyes. he’d have bike rides with you, teach you the rules of quidditch and eat chocolate past your bedtime. he died because of some ignorant deatheater..as memories flooded back, you didn’t notice how someone approached you.

no one would come here during lunchtime. moreover, no one would know about its existence in the first place. as you lifted your eyes to look at whoever interrupted your peace, you were met with big brown eyes that were filled with guilt and confusion.

“hey..i know you don’t wanna talk but..” you shoved his hand away, wiping the tears away “listen. i apologize”

“for the first time in 7 years? thanks, i guess. now do me a favor and get lost” you weren’t used to his kindness. he just sighed and kneeled down in front of you. he pulled out tissues out of his bag and started wiping away your tears. the moment felt unreal, ethereal even, and all you could do was stare at him.

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pt. 2 anyone? will you forgive him or not 🫵🏻

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why did everyone suddenly decide to ignore the beauty of languages? or was it my community only? people see patterns in science, but isn't it the same in learning a language?

english has many rules and exceptions and after thoroughly learning them over several years, i can say it's incredibly absorbing. every time i know what article, preposition, or structure to use, i feel a small sense of satisfaction and the fire of knowledge ignites within me. it's not a game of chance, but isn't it strange how some people can just feel what's right?

and oh, the power words hold. the poems of the greatest writers have caused civilizations to kneel down, letters from loved ones never fail to reach the depths of our souls and a single word spontaneously uttered in the middle of an argument can shatter even the strongest relationships

there is a variety of writing: academic, journalism, classics, non-fiction... everything is unique in its own way. sometimes, just sometimes, after remembering all these things, I feel less bitter about not being a person of science

i feel so bitter about the fact that my country doesn't celebrate halloween, i would love to wear costumes and go trick or treating