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!

“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 🤍

no literally i watched the documentary and thought about pursuing law

the Menendez brothers are making me re-think about my choice of career… like I’m out here going for a major in theatre but now I’m thinking, what if I study law instead?? I’ve gotten into plenty of arguments about their case. And I’ve defended them like if my life depended on it. :))))))

if they were women, they’d be out already but according to society, men can’t be victims of abuse too, so their story in unbelievable. The justice system is bs.

goated show

IN DANGER

contains: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, an argument, reader’s life is in danger, injury and injury detail, near-death experience

jj maybank x female reader

not proofread, im sorry for any mistakes!

summary: after an explosive argument with your kook father, you run out of the house, and decide to do your favourite activity, surfing. but what about hurricane agatha..?

A/N: i wanted to say this may be inaccurate because im not too sure how to write it. the end also may be inaccurate with jj’s health, but it’s fictional so oh well!

(imagine kiara’s house as your home)

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” you screech at your dad, running down the stairs and into the kitchen, just trying to create space between you. he follows you anyway.

“MY ‘PROBLEM’ IS YOU HANGING OUT WITH THOSE STUPID POGUES! THEY BRING OUT THE WORST IN YOU. ESPECIALLY THAT STUPID JJ KID. I MEAN, HIS DAD’S A CRACKHEAD, WHY WOULDNT HE BE?!” he roars, knocking plates onto the floor in anger, you wince hearing them smash.

“no. no.” you mutter, tears welling up in my eyes, as i turn away from him, opening the porch door.

“DONT YOU DARE. COME BACK. Y/N DONT THERES A HURR-“

you slam the door, not hearing the last bit, not that you cared anyway. you walked furiously down your vast, white-painted porch, and turned to the garage. you snatched your surfboard, hooking it over your shoulder as you stumbled to your dads car, unlocking it.

you hoped he wouldnt hear as you started the car, shoving the board into the back of the jeep, before hopping into the drivers seat and speeding your way down to the beach.

“why is no one here??” you mutter to yourself. it was only 3pm, and usually there’d be multiple surfers and atleast one party on one side of the beach. puzzeled, you left your sandals on the pavement, letting the warm sand sink between your toes as you stepped closer to the refreshingly cold waves. hearing a car drive past, you turn your head out of instinct. you could’ve sworn you saw sarah’s familiar looking-car. why did everything seem so dystopian at the moment? the whole town was eerily empty.

around fifteen minutes into surfing, you were laying on your board, tired out after all the surfing. you noticed the waves getting rougher, and the sun disappearing behind the clouds. you raised your head, and looked around. the waves were thrashing around, and you started desperately trying to paddle to shore, to no avail. the freezing cold water was thrown over you as you shrieked, and started shaking. the weather immediately changed, rain hammering down from the murky sky. you screamed out:

“HELP!”

but no one could hear you… no one was around.

SARAH’S POV:

i headed up the chateau’s steps, meeting jj, kie, pope, and john b on the small porch.

“hey guys.” i smiled, greeting them all and sitting down.

“hey!” kiara said, patting the seat on the bench next to her, gesturing me to sit down.

“where’s y/n?” i ask innocently, genuinely curious.

“she wasnt with you?” pope asks.

“she-she hasn’t been around all day. we thought maybe she was sleeping at yours or something. you mean you havent seen her?” john b asks, furrowing his brows as everyone’s expression turns grave.

rain starts thrashing down, lightning illuminating the sky.

“no. no! i havent seen her..” an uneasy feeling set in my stomach.

“shit. i’m gonna go find her.” jj says, with a determined look on his face that told me we couldnt change his mind.

“jj..” kie said.

“no. her dad is a total dick, we all know that. she’s constantly running over here when they argue. thats like, what, three times a week? it wont hurt to check.” he says, getting up and running down onto his motorbike, immediately getting soaked.

and then, he just sped off. oh boy.

JJ’S POV:

i knew i was going way over the speed limit, but i didnt care. i knew something bad had happened to y/n. i could feel it, and i tried to push the worry gnawing at me down. i sped down the streets and eventually pulled up at y/n’s massive house. ‘kooks.’ i thought to myself. without hesitation, i walked up to the front door, knocking rapidly, (this reminded me of “housekeeping!!” if ykyk) before ringing the doorbell.

“what do you want?” snarled mr l/n, upon seeing me.

“hi sir. i was, uh- wondering if you’d seen y/n? is she here?” i asked, holding back my urge to swear at this dickhead.

“no. she took it upon herself to run away. my cars gone, and she left the garage door open. when you find her, tell her she’s not welcome here.”

he slammed the door shut without another word, leaving me with my own thoughts. i started walking back to the street, when i noticed the garage door a little bit open. i peeked through and saw three surfboards hooked up on the wall, but i didn’t see y/n’s usual one. and then it clicked in my head. she loved surfing! she mustve gone to the beach! wait… the hurricane… i have to go, NOW.

YOUR POV:

waves splashed over you, pulling you further away from shore. a jolt threw you almost off your board, as a surge of pain flew up your body. you looked beside you and saw sharp, jaggedy rocks that your surfboard was now wedged in. turning your head to look at your left leg, you gasped. a large, deep gash was stricken right up it, while scarlett blood seeped out of the wound.

your wet hair clung to the board that was now stained with blood as you lay on it. you felt stupid for it, but you felt somewhat safe wedged between the rocks. this way, you couldnt drift further away. you looked towards the sandy shore, torrential rain disrupting your view. then, you saw lights from a car, turning toward the beach. you could’ve jumped for joy (if you could).

you saw familiar blonde tufts of hair, and could make out the worn out camo shorts he frequently wore.

“JJ!” you screamed with all your might. of course, he couldnt hear you, but he could see you.

he pulled out.. one of your surfboards? he carried it to the waves, laying down on it and surfing through the tallest waves.

“JJ NO, ITS DANGEROUS!” you screeched helplessly.

as he got closer to you, screaming comforting words, one of the largest waves you’d seen towered over him.. and smashed down. jayj had disappeared. lost from view.

“JJ! JJ?” you cried out, tears streaming down your face, and mixing with the rain hammering down onto your cheeks.

A blonde head bobbed up onto the surface, as he gave himself one final push towards you, approaching the rocks. he was coughing furiously, but only cared about reaching you.

another wave washed over you, as you held your arm out for him. he grabbed it greatfully, trying to unhook your board as you held him tightly down, so he wouldnt get swept away.

“there! lets go, get on my board!” he yelled over to you, as you crawled off yours. a furious wave suddenly crashed into you, as you screamed in pure terror and slipped.

suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped over you, lifting yourself onto the board. your heart skipped a beat, but you werent too sure if it was because of your near death experience or jj…

“grab the rope, and tie it around you y/n! quick!!” he shouted over the endless crash of the waves and the hammering of the rain ricocheting off of the turquoise board.

you noticed a rope tied around the end of the board, with another bit of rope dangling off of it. you wrapped it around your ankle, tightening it, even though it dug into it painfully.

you and him surfed up waves, while you closed my eyes, too afraid to look, as you held onto jj’s muscular figure. it all seemed like a blur to you.

“untie the rope!” jj advised you.

“what?!” you screamed, confused.

“NOW!”

you quickly let the rope free from your ankle, trusting jj’s worrds.

suddenly, you were flung up into the air by a strong wave, and flung onto.. land?

your eyes seemed stuck together by treacle, as you strained to open them. you coughed and coughed, freeing your lungs of the endless water contained in them. you shivered uncontrollably, your face pale and skin freezing cold. your leg was still bleeding, and it hurt to move, you winced at any sudden movement.

you suddenly crawled around, looking for the boy who had selflessly just saved your life.

“JAYJ?” you shouted, and saw a crumpled figure closer to the tide.

you immediately got up, wincing due to the excruciating pain, but pushing forward, stumbling towards his unconscious figure.

“jj!” you cried out, tears spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks. this was all my fault.. you thought to yourself, as your emotions overtook you.

“jj please wake up.” you cried out, hyperventilating as you peformed cpr, your soaked hair dangling over his face.

sirens sounded in the distance, but you were too panic-stricken to care. you used your mouth endlessly to puff air into his, as you cried and cried, tears dropping onto his pale cheeks.

“ma’m! maam please step back, we’ll take it from here. you’ll suffer from hypothermia.” a cop’s voice shouted from behind you, as a police force came slowly towards you.

you leant back from jayj. your bestfriend. the only one who seemed to understand you. you turned your head back to the cops, as a nice looking woman put a blanket onto you, asking if you could walk.

you saw sarah, john b, pope, and kiara running towards you, and stopping once they saw who you were knelt next to. sarah ran to you, hugging you as a tear slipped down her cheek. you were a frozen mess, bawling your eyes out.

medics rushed over to jj, trying to resuscitate him, as you were slowly lifted up, as a cop and sarah tried to lead you to an ambulance.

you suddenly heard coughing behind you, and kie gasping. you turned and saw a crumpled jj’s chest heaving, and you bolted back towards him, ignoring the searing pain in your leg.

“oh jj.” you said, your voice barely a whisper, as you crouched next to him, tears dropping off of your face, as his hand reached up to your cheek, wiping them away as he smiled weakly.

“i love you.” you whispered softly to him. and suddenly, he brought you into a kiss. fireworks exploded in your stomach, as you broke the kiss.

“i love you too.”

your foreheads met, as you lent against eachother, both of you smiling at one another, as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

A/N: im not too sure how to feel about this tbh.. i hope you enjoyed it though!! i listened to noah kahan on shuffle while i wrote this 😜

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real