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White Lie

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

summary - After accidentally telling your mom you have a new boyfriend, you have to resort to your last option and ask your old friend turned enemy for help.

warnings - fake dating trope, cursing, mention of cheating, some bullying, Enzo being a little mean, grumpy x sunshine vibes, university au set in the states, not proof read (sorry)

wordcount - 3.3k

a/n - I have so many other things I should be working on but instead I'm writing this. This might have slow updates, it might now. Depends on what else 2024 decides to throw at me lol

“I give them two months at most.”

Closing your eyes as the familiar voice behind you got even louder, you took another deep breath in, your hand clenching around your pen.

“Really? I say maybe two more weeks,” another voice added with a laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s going be a little longer than that. How long was he with his last girlfriend? I think they dated for a while, right?” the deepest voice out of the bunch cut in, and you had to stifle a groan.

Turning around in your seat, you faced the group of guys sitting at the table behind you. “A year and three months, actually. Now, can you please shut up or go somewhere else? Some of us are actually trying to study here,” you hissed at them, glaring at the one with the fluffy brown hair in particular.

The three boys stared at you for a moment, only one of them having the tact to at least look apologetic.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” the one you were glaring at said with a cheery smile. “Thanks for the input, but I still say two months. What do you say, Mattheo? How much are you betting?”

“Betting on other people’s love lives now, Berkshire? You really don’t have anything better to do?” you asked, eyes narrowing in his direction.

“Why, you want in as well? You should have a good shot at winning, you know. Being closest to the source,” Enzo said still smiling, not even blinking at the murderous look you were sending his way. And he knew damn well he was hitting a nerve.

“Wow, way to be sensitive,” his friend mumbled, slouching back in his chair.

“Yeah, what Zabini said,” you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You shouldn’t bet on people breaking up.”

“Why not? It’s just some harmless fun,” Enzo continued with a shrug of his shoulders, looking back over at the couple in question currently making out in the middle of the library. Your gaze followed his without thinking, heart sinking at the sight. “If any of us should hope for them to break up it’s you. You should hate her guts, right?”

With a sigh, you averted your eyes from your ex-boyfriend shoving his tongue down the blonde girl’s throat. The girl you had found him in bed with weeks ago.

“Why should I hate her? He cheated on me, he’s probably going to cheat on her. Honestly, I feel kind of bad for her,” you huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling the urge to bolt out of the building.

“I see you’re pretty confident that he was the problem and not you,” Enzo turned back to face you with a grin, his words hitting you like a brick to the face.

Mattheo’s face paled and he quickly pretended to be scribbling down notes while Blaise’s hand shot out to punch the taller boy’s arm. “Not cool, man.”

Pushing your books into your bag, the chair scraped across the floor as you jumped up. “Fuck you,” you spat back at him, ignoring the way some of the other students scattered around the room looked up at you now.

“Calm down, it was a joke!” you heard Enzo call after you as you rushed through the doors, flipping him the middle finger as you went.

Outside, you refrained yourself from kicking over a trashcan as you tried to stop your eyes from watering. You had not been the problem. That’s what you had been telling yourself over and over these last couple of weeks since your breakup.

Brad hadn’t fallen into bed with this girl because you pushed him into it. No, he decided to jump in all by himself. Of course, he had a whole list of reasons why he did it and somehow, he was convinced that all of it was your fault.

You couldn’t let yourself think about it again, not now when Pansy had finally managed to convince you that it was his actions and not yours that ended your relationship. Pansy. That’s who you needed right now. She would set your mind straight before it could shrivel up and blame you again.

Pulling out your phone, you sunk down onto a bench. Unlocking it and going straight to your contacts, your thumb was hovering over her name when your phone started vibrating and the word ‘mom’ popped up on the screen.

This time, you didn’t hold back the groan pushing itself out of your throat. Taking another deep breath before releasing it, you swiped to answer your mother’s call. “Hey, mom. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back later?”

“Hey, sweetie! I’m sorry, this won’t take long I promise,” your mom’s bright voice rung out from the other side and you would bet any amount of money on the fact that this probably would not be a quick conversation, no matter what she was promising.

“Alright,” you told her with a grimace. “What is it?”

“I just wanted to know if you have a new date for the wedding yet?”

You had to bite down on your cheek to keep from screaming. “No, mom. I don’t know who I’m bringing yet.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! You know, my coworker was telling me this morning that her son is also recently single!” your mom went on, each of her honey-sweet sounding words worsening the throbbing pain spreading through your temples. “I’ll ask him, yeah? And we’ll set up a meeting for the two of you the next time you're home!”

“No, mom!” you cut her off, feeling a little bad about the rudeness of your tone but also not really caring at the moment. “I don’t need a date, okay? And I definitely don’t need you to set me up with someone. I’m completely fine managing my dating life on my own.”

“Ah, I was worried you would say that,” she mumbled and you could almost feel her pout through the phone.

Something about her tone had alarm bells ringing in your head. “What’s going on?”

“Sweetie don’t freak out. Bradley will be attending the wedding.”

You waited for a moment, assuming she was just taking a pause before telling you the bad news. “That’s it?” you asked when the line stayed silent. “He’s the cousin of the groom. I was expecting him to be there. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.”

“He’s also bringing his new girlfriend. And your sister agreed to let her be in the wedding party,” your mom explained and then went on, her voice full of pity. “I think it would be better if you had someone with you. Don’t you want them to know you’ve moved on? I think it would really help make the day more bearable for all of you.”

“It’s fine. I swear you don’t have to worry about me,” you told her through gritted teeth. This had been news to you. But you would deal with it.

“Please, just let me do this for you. I swear he’s a nice boy! You can meet him on mother’s day, I’ll invite him over for dinner!”

“No-,” you tried to interject again but she kept talking over you.

“I don’t know why you have to be so difficult about this. I’ll invite him over and you’ll be nice to him and give him a chance!” she huffed, shutting you up. “This is what’s best for you and you’ll have to trust me with this.”

Trying not to anger her any further, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind, cringing as the words left your mouth. “I do have a date, actually.”

This had your mother fall silent for a second and you felt your heartrate picking up. You just lied to your own mother, maybe there was a reason why you weren’t her favourite after all.

“What?” she stuttered out. “But you just told me you don’t?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you kept lying through your teeth, crossing your fingers behind your back. “It’s still pretty new, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet.”

“Oh, honey! That’s wonderful!” she chirped and you could hear her tell your father, knowing that she was probably bouncing around the house with excitement. “You should bring him over next week! We’d love to meet him and there’s always room for one more.”

“Maybe. I’ll see if he’s up for it.” Rubbing your temples, you were already running through possible options. Who did you know who’d be up for coming to your sister’s wedding with you? That would be something to tackle another time. At least you still had a couple months before the wedding and until then, you’d just have to come up with excuses why your new boyfriend couldn’t meet your family.

Your mother was already back to spewing out questions. “What’s his name? Where did you meet him? Anything he can’t eat?”

“Mom, I’m sorry but I’ll have to call you back another time. He actually just got here and we’re about to go for some food.” The lies just kept tumbling out of your mouth today. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Love you!”

As soon as the call ended, you dropped your phone onto the bench beside you, letting your head fall into your hands. Calling Pansy wouldn’t be enough. This was an emergency. You would need about twenty blankets and a bucket full of ice cream to get through the rest of the day.

“So, who’s the new boy toy?” a voice called out from behind you, a sharp pain flaring up behind your eyes in response.

“Enzo, please just go away,” you grumbled, not even bothering to look up at him. “I really don’t feel like dealing with your shit right now. Be an asshole somewhere else.”

“Calm down, I’m not here to be an ass,” he told you as he walked closer, dropping onto the seat next to you. “I actually came to apologize.”

“Let me guess, Zabini made you?” you asked with a small, humourless laugh. “No thanks. I don’t want an apology from you.”

“He might have helped persuade me, but I’m actually sorry. You know I didn’t mean it, right? I was trying to be funny and thought you would maybe even laugh for once.”

“I'll laugh if you actually manage to be funny for once,” you huffed, finally sitting back up, rubbing your eyes as you slouched back.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to be less insensitive from now on,” he said and nudged your arm with his. “I didn’t think you’d actually be hung up on that dickhead.”

“I’m not. I don’t care what he does or who he does it with.”  You weren’t even sure who you were trying to convince, Enzo or yourself.

You kept staring out at the street, watching the passing cars even as you felt him staring at you. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Hm?” You glanced over at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Who’s your new guy?” Enzo asked again, lips quirking up into a smirk.

With another roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself off the bench. “Yeah, it’s time for me to go.”

“Wait,” Enzo called, jumping up himself to fall into step with you. “I know there’s no new guy. And I also just heard you lie to your mom about that. So, I have a proposition for you.”

You came to a halt when his hand gently grabbed your wrist, instantly pulling your arm out of his grasp. “What proposition?”

Enzo offered you another one of his signature smiles. “I’ll be your date.”

You let out an actual laugh at that. He had to be joking right now. “Sure you will,” you started walking again, shaking your head.

“I’m serious. I think I owe you a favour for what I said earlier and my mom’s been on my ass about not having a girlfriend yet too lately, so this would actually help me out as well,” Enzo told you, his long legs having no problem keeping up with you. “And I’ll be at the wedding anyways.”

That fact was something you liked to ignore. Seeing him at basically every family function was not something you looked forward to, at least you haven’t in years. But seeing as his mom was your mom’s best friend, his presence in your life was unfortunately, much like a chronic illness, depressingly permanent.

“Thanks for the offer but no,” you told him, not even considering the option. The only thing worse than showing up to that wedding without a date had to be spending time with Enzo Berkshire the whole night. “No one would believe the two of us were dating anyways.”

“And why do you think that?” the boy chuckled beside you, nudging you again and only backing a step away when you sent him another glare.

“Because we can’t stand each other? Our families have been watching us fight for years. No one would believe I liked you.”

“I think you’re forgetting that our mom’s have been praying for us to get married ever since you were born,” he said grinning down at you. “They’ll believe it because they want to believe it.”

Coming to a stop in front of your apartment building, you turned to face him again, taking a step back in surprise at how close he was standing to you. “It’s still a no. I’ll figure something else out.”

“Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.” With another cheeky grin he held his fingers to his forehead in a goofy looking salute, backing away as you went to fish your keys out of your bag. Pansy was not ready for the things she was about to hear.

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You were out of options. Your mother had already informed everyone that your new boyfriend would be attending mother’s day dinner and after your sister had called you, trying to call you out on your lie, you had stupidly doubled down, insisting that he was indeed real and that he would definitely be there.

And now, after asking pretty much every single guy you knew on campus and all of them telling you no, you were leaned against the wall outside the soccer team’s locker room with your tail between your legs.

It pained you to admit it, but Enzo had a point. He would be there on mother’s day, on the wedding, and pretty much every other holiday your families insisted on celebrating together. And with your mom’s basically having your own wedding planned out already – Pinterest boards and all – it shouldn’t be hard to pull this off for a couple of months. You only saw your families every couple of weeks anyways, and while at school, you could still avoid Enzo the same way you always had.

After both Pansy and Ginny had told you to just suck it up and go along with his idea, you had managed to swallow your pride and sent him a text. Enzo had agreed to meet you after his practice to go over the plan, so you found yourself waiting, trying to blend out the smell of sweat and axe body spray wafting out into the hallway whenever someone came through the door.

When Enzo finally appeared, eying the notebook pressed to your chest with a grin, you turned on your heels. He followed you outside, taking a seat on the bench you had claimed while shaking out his still wet hair.

“So, you wanted to talk?” he turned to face you, resting his arm on the wood behind him.

“I want to set some rules,” you told him matter of factly, opening up a new page in your notebook and fishing a pen out of your bag.

“Rules?” Enzo’s face pulled into a grimace, watching you write the word in big neat letters at the top of the page. “You really know how to take the fun out of everything, huh?”

“Of course we need rules,” you said with a glare. You should have known he wouldn’t make any of this easy. “For example: No kissing. Actually, no touching either. Unless we absolutely need to.”

“What?” Enzo reached over to take the pen out of your hand as you started to write your first bullet point. “How do you expect this to work if I’m not allowed to touch you? They’re supposed to think we are dating. I’d say we’re way past the cooties phase, they’re going to realize something is up if we’re not all over each other.”

Yanking your pen back from his grasp, you scribbled down the words, almost pressing the tip right through the paper. “I said it’s okay if the situation calls for it. But we’ll keep it to hand holding. Maybe you can put your arm around me at some point. But that’s going to be it.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Enzo questioned with a laugh. “They’ve seen you basically attached to your boyfriend before and I’m sure they know I’m not the type to keep my hands of my girl.”

“Okay, then we’ll just agree to keep the physical contact to a minimum,” you gave in, aware that he was probably right and especially your mom might suspect something through her rose-coloured lenses if the two of you didn’t touch each other at all. “We only do whatever the situation calls for, and even then we try to keep it lowkey.”

“I’m fine with that,” Enzo nodded along. “What else?”

“Nicknames. What are we going to call each other?” you prompted, continuing to write what you were saying down. “I think we should keep it at ‘love’ and ‘babe’.”

Enzo took the notebook and pen from you, placing it on his legs as he started writing. You leaned closer to him, taking a peek at what he was doing, immediately shaking your head when you found ‘hot stuff’ was now on the list.

“Absolutely not,” you told him, taking the paper back and crossing it out. “’Princess’ is also a no. And ‘darling’? What are you – British?”

Enzo had the nerve to look slightly offended at that. “Excuse you, I quite literally am. Did you forget about that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t forget but I still don’t like it.”

Of course you didn’t actually forget about it, that accent had managed to charm you into trouble more times than you can count when the two of you were younger. Back when you were still friends and you thought you might even become more than that.

“Come on. Usually all the girls go crazy when I call them that,” he said, the smirk back on his face.

Relenting, only to make this go by faster, you shook your head in annoyance. “Okay, you get one ‘darling’ a day. Happy now?” The stupid triumphant look on his face told you he was. “Now, what do you want me to call you?”

He just shrugged as he pushed a hand through his still damp hair and you got the feeling he wasn’t taking this nearly as seriously as you. “I’m fine with whatever.”

“Next: We keep this a secret.” You added another bullet point, happy when he didn’t start complaining about this rule too. “No one can know about it. Not even your friends.”

Technically, your friends already knew about it. But you trusted them to keep their mouths shut and stay out of it. That much couldn’t be said about Enzo’s friends.

“I have something else to add,” Enzo smiled and you hesitantly gave him the notebook. Regret washed over you right away when he chuckled and wrote down ‘sex’ along with a dopey looking smiley face.

“God, can you stop acting like a child for one moment please,” you hissed at him, snatching the book back to scribble the word out and adding ‘NO HOOKING UP’ in big letters.

“Dude, it’s a joke,” he was laughing again, the skin around his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You need to loosen up a little or no one will believe I’m into you.”

“I think we’re done here now. I’ll see you Sunday,” you ignored his jab, packing up your things.

“Alright. I’ll pick you up, babe,” Enzo called after you with a grin.

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Lockwood X Kipps sibling!reader, where both teams are put on the case and the entire time lockwood is flirting and trying to convince them to join Lockwood and co, and Kipps is shooing him away. And he has this whole talk about how he's a bad person but if they want to get with anthony or join lockwood and co (he wouldn't be happy) but he'd try his best to support them. So when he finds them flirting with each other Anthony almost backs away but decides fuck it and keeps flirting with them and kipps doesn't get mad anymore (i'm so sorry this is so long :,) )

- Seth <3

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By tea lover do you mean the drink tea or in the gossip way? And if it’s the first one have you ever tried chai?

i'd say both lmao!! never tried chai.. should i? are there different sorts or is chai the sort in itself? :)

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GOLD RUSH

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush

warnings: none

note: SURPRISE SURPRISE!! posting three fics in a day must be a new record! you could say i'm in my active era 😇

one of his hands was gliding through his hair and it fell into place effortlessly. you almost lost your mind at it. he put the sword back into it's holder with his other hand, looking around the house to see if his help was still needed somewhere. then he noticed you and came over.

"hello, love" he smiled brightly, before he kissed you

"are you finished?"

quill nodded happily, interlacing your fingers and following you away from the scene. leaving everyone else behind.

you made your way to arif's next. sitting down in your favorite booth and odering your favorite donuts, laughing, talking.

you could feel the eyes of some of the costumers, watching you and your boyfriend lovingly. they would smile when you did and gush when he kissed your hand or made you blush.

one lady even complimented the two of you directly, after quill had left the last donut for you.

he had brought some uno cards, because it was your favorite card game and you won against him three times, while enjoying your hot chocolate.

"i love winter" quill was watching the snow fall from the window, while you were shuffling the cards for another round

"yeah?" you laughed, always excited to find out something new about him. it was amazing to have known a person for such a long time and still finding out new things about them. "but you hate the cold"

he shrugged his shoulder, taking his eyes off the window and back to you "doesn't matter. i still love winter"

"that's such a contrary belief, darling"

"i know" he smiled "that's what makes me interesting"

"you can't love and hate the cold at the same time" you giggled "that's not how it works"

"can i tell you a secret?" he motioned for you to lean forward on the table, coming closer as well and then muttering softly into your ear "i don't care"

you laughed again. the sensation of his breath tickling your neck.

"okay" you handed him his cards "guess i have to accept that"

after you had won once again, or maybe he had lost on purpose, you couldn't tell, the two of you left arif's. saying goodbye to the guests that had not stopped smiling since the two of you had arrived.

he walked you home. the snow was falling even thicker than before. you felt yourself starting to love winter as well. just because he did. just because you loved everything he did.

"what do you like most about winter?" you asked

"how quiet it gets" quill smiled, waving his hand through the air, trying to catch snowflakes. "it's almost peaceful"

you watched him lovingly. he looked like a little boy again. you wondered why everything he did and said always seemed so magical to you. almost like he was special, different to everyone you had ever met.

almost like he wasn't real. right out of a fairytale or some old folklore.

"i like snow" you said softly when he showed you one of the snowflakes he had caught, before it turned into water from the warmth of his hand.

"i like you" quill kissed your temple. "even more than i like winter"

"that seems exaggerated" you rolled your eyes

"it isn't" quill assured honestly. his eyes were shining through, standing out from the white snow all around you and you wanted to cry. "you're my favorite"

"you're my favorite, too"

he squeezed your hand, while the both of you fell into comfortable silence. you stopped in front of your house and he tilted his head, so his face met the falling snow.

"you will get ill" you reminded

he shrugged his shoulders, quickly kissing your lips

"you're so cold" you giggled, trying to escape his arms.

"but you're warm" he argued laughing at the way you were trying to get away from him without a chance.

finally, you gave up, just letting him hold you and looking into his eyes. one of his hands went into his hair again and it fell into place effortlessly.

"stop staring" you looked to your side, confused where the voice had come from. "he's gonna notice!" there it was again. "y/n!" lucy called louder now and you tore your eyes away from quill to look at her.

"huh?" you questioned. lucy was standing next to you, looking in the same direction you had a second ago. quill was busy fixing his sword and looking if he was still needed.

there was no snow around you. it wasn't even winter.

"you really have to stop doing that" lucy said serious "he's way too old for you as well"

"you're right" you smiled sadly, following her back to where george and lockwood were waiting.

your eyes fell onto quill one last time. he noticed you looking and raised his arm, waving at you while he smiled. you waved back, all while asking yourself what it must be like to grow up that beautiful.

you would never get an answer to that.