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elle-writes-things · 2 years

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Blues and Reds

Pairing: Lex Miller x Reader/OC

Deadly Class Masterlist

Warnings: brief mention of killing and blood

Word Count: 859

A/N: This was very loosely based on the song Colors by Halsey.

This would be your first kill. The very moment you had sacrificed the last seven years of your life for. The validation of your education, and the start of your career.

And yet, your throat clenched at the thought. Of stealing the breath from their lungs. Watching the life leave their eyes. A breathless scream gasped out through parted lips.

"Rina." The call cut through the steel fog. A scarlet beacon shining through the mist. But as soon as it ended, the powder blue clouds swirled over you again, ice cold trickles of apprehension dripping through your veins.

"Rina." It was closer now, staining the edges of your vision with the juice of a mulberry. You could feel the floor again, a solid surface beneath you. But, it swayed under your feet, threatening to throw you over the edge, into the cerulean waves. 'Breathe,' you reminded yourself, gulps of air like lead in your lungs. 'Breathe'.

"Rina." It was right in front of you now. You couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Yes Lex?"

"Are you alright? I called your name three times." The concern on his face was comical. Eyebrows furrowed. The corner of a dark pink lip held captive between his teeth.

You wanted to scream. To tell him to catch you as you fainted. To tell him your feet had grown roots in the ground. To tell him you were drowning in the rushing sea of blues.

"I'm fine." A blatant lie. Because you couldn't express that much emotion in words.

"No you're not love. I can tell." There it was. Love. What did it mean? That he wanted you by his side for the rest of your days. A beautiful combination of rubies and sapphires, swirling together as tendrils of indigo. Or was it just another one of his foreign quirks? An endearment with the same worth as 'bro' or 'dude'.

"I have an assignment," you told him. As if it was no more significant than watering the flowers. "Privately contracted," you added. The roses are doing rather nicely.

"Congratulations," he said, as if your pain and fear were an achievement. 'But they were,' you reminded yourself. An unwanted success, but a success nonetheless. My violets are blooming wonderfully even though I have ignored them for six months.

"When is it?"

"Tonight." The deadline loomed close. An hideous monster that feasted on your pain. The weeds are horrible, but I keep watering them.

"Do you want help love?" There it was again. A promise of kisses by the sunset. Coral clouds sinking into midnight waves. A reminder of his joking personality.

"No." Another lie. You needed his help. Your hands were shaking too much to force a dagger through someone's chest.

"Why not?" No. If he persisted, you would give in, and black blood would stain both of your hands.

"Because this requires finesse and focus, none of which you have." An excuse. A plea. Stop. Stop trying to help me.

"Ouch love, that hurt." A passionate purple embrace in the darkest of nights. Hands branding fiery promises on the ocean of your skin.

"Could-could we maybe hang out after. I mean, I just-"

"Like a date?" The words died on your lips. 'Yes,' your heart begged, desperate for your affections to be returned.

"Don't act so horrified love. I might start to think you don't like me." No. You weren't horrified. You were thrilled.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"I know. I'm only joking." And your heart stopped beating, the glimmer of hope extinguished immediately. "The first one is always the hardest. It's nice to be with someone living after." Right. That's what this was about. The assignment.

You opened your mouth to say something but the words wouldn't come.

"Don't worry love. I'll wait up for you."

The whole ordeal was horrible. The man who you had been assigned to kill fought. He fought hard. And his death was ugly. There was so much blood. Enough to turn your entire field of vision into a sea of crimson. Everything was so red. Not a Lex-red. No, that red was bright and mischievous, and made you feel warm. No, this red was a twisted, ugly color, so intense that it made you want to cry.

You didn’t even bother to wash the blood off of your hands before you went to find Lex. The blood on your hand smeared across the oak door as you knocked. It only took him a few seconds to answer, but those few seconds felt like an eternity.

“Oh, Rina.” Lex stared at you, hands covered in blood and trembling. “C’mon love.” Gently, he grasped your arm and led you into his room. You move mechanically, sitting on his bed as he fetched a wet rag.

Swipe by swipe, Lex took the ugly red from your hands and replaced it with his red. Slowly, your vision turned from the ugly red to the shade of violet that it always was when you were in his presence. A shade of violet that wrapped you in its embrace and convinced you that everything would be alright. A shade of violet that was, undeniably, love.

#lex miller fanfiction #lex miller #lex miller x oc #lex miller x reader #deadly class #deadly class fanfiction

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brckenyouth · 1 year

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Like this post for Marcus in your inbox.

Will pick from random memes you've reblogged.

OCs and other fandoms are always welcome!

#▹ ⌜ 一 ┆ ;;inbox call ⌟#OC RP #Multifandom RP #Deadly Class RP #Crossover RP #Crossover Friendly

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dvnities · 2 years

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di·vin·i·ty /dəˈvinədē/ noun - a private, low stress, multimuse rp blog ft. original and canon muses from original lore, deadly class, marvel, atla, grishaverse, and more. saved by leah

#indie rp #crime rp #oc rp #deadly class rp #indie oc rp #grishaverse rp #valorant rp #i actually have no idea how to tag this LMAOAOA #look at me ): finally doing a promo for this blog very very late #this is a bit out of my usual style #and wasn't what i expected when i set out but !#feels weird to not have a character style to emulate for the promo #. * ✧ ❤ — if no one else got me djungelskog got me ! ֊ self promo.

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celestiel · 2 years

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mmmm ok adding it.achi as a test muse bc i've been Enabled

#out.#if my multi more than half n.aruto muses u sitlll have to respect and accept me with peace and love ):#BUT #i'm working on a deadly class oc and maybe adding a silly little meme character from deadly class #just for shits and giggles #but also i'm very comfy writing what makes me buzz so wahoo yeehaw woohoo

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goldenlilium-ocs · 1 year

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Leyla headcanons that only Aquila will understand because she watched Deadly Class and I love her for it

- She’s my deadliest oc

- Leyla doesn’t hang with any of the rats but if she had to choose one, it would be Lex. He’s a dick but at least he’s trying to do something in life

- It was her own choice to attend King’s Dominion, one of the first choices she’d ever made for herself

- She plays the Cello

- She went to Vegas with the gang but the night they killed Chico, she was out sabotaging a deal of her fathers

- Her chosen weapon is a yatagan sword

- She finds an unlikely friend in Petra. I think she’d get on with Billy too but she pretends to dislike him

- Definitely suspects there’s more to the story of Marcus setting fire to the orphanage

- During finals week she breaks her ties with Viktor after he follows Shabnam. She finds Marcus but doesn’t kill him, instead negotiating a deal where she can use him to get to Sedat

- Leyla and Saya are often competing against one another as students with the highest kill counts (Saya is in the lead)

#leyla avci kilic #deadly class oc

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justmoreocs-writing · 6 months

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Dearest Verona Story Introduction

Training at the King’s Dominion was something Cassie had always expected for herself. It was part of the family business, part of what made each and every member of her family something to be scared of. And she was doing well with it all. Doing well with learning about poisons and the confidence needed to pull anything off. She didn’t necessarily like it all, but it kept her family off her back. However, the arrival of one Marcus Lopez Aguella turns everything on its head, and soon Cassie finds herself getting into way more trouble than she could have anticipated.

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Cassie Verona Introduction

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#Made By Me #Story Introduction #Deadly Class OCs #Dearest Verona #Cassandra Verona #Cassie Verona

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justmoreocs-edits · 6 months

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Dearest Verona Story Introduction

Story Tag

Cassie Verona Tag

Cassie Verona Introduction

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#Made By Me #Story Introduction #Deadly Class OCs #Dearest Verona #Cassandra Verona #Cassie Verona

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fantasmaz · 1 year

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# FANTASMAZ : a mutuals - only multi - muse, inspired by metal + punk, horror, dungeons & dragons, and hockey … for some reason. with verses in stranger things, true lives of the fabulous killjoys, deadly class, criminal minds + much more. penned and dearly loathed by dee.

#indie horror rp #indie deadly class rp #indie stranger things rp #oc rp #indie criminal minds rp #horror rp #supernatural rp #ahs rp #idk what else to tag as always #carrd in source #★ — introducing the glorious dk ! : self promo.

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boopshoops · 24 hours

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TWST OC INTRODUCTION - TCOAV

Joel Bullion - Makings of Greatness

Name: Joel Bullion

Nicknames: Buzzbait, Thistle

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/they

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Birthday: November 30 (Sagittarius)

Age: 39 (In canon and AU)

Height: 6'2 or 188cm

Voice Claim(s): Jellzybelle

Twisted from: John Silver from Treasure Planet.

Unique Magic: "Rattle the Stars" Summons exactly that in the palm of Joel's robotic hand: a star. However, this is not just any star, this star's life flashes before your eyes, resulting in a controlled supernova. It creates a burning hot flash bang, with tremors forming cracks in the ground depending on the magnitude of the star itself. The explosion knocks enemies away from Joel. The size of the star dictates how much magic they will use, as well as how much blot he will accumulate. He is unsure what the maximum size of a star he can create is, but he does know that he has gotten dangerously close to overblotting while trying. In his current state, the blast is not deadly and primarily works to stun opponents or, at most, render them unconscious.

Grade: Teaches Freshman, Sophomores, and Juniors

Class: Teaches Culinary Crucible, Astrology, and Tech. Occasionally aids with Physical Education.

Hobbies: Treasure hunting, finding constellations, hiking, traveling, spelunking, deadlifting, cooking.

Likes: Pernil, old school tech, adventure novels, hard cash, or anything he can sell for gold really, pranking Ezra and Crowley, telescopes, planetary science, zodiac signs.

Dislikes: Grading (this man should not be a teacher), any dish with fish in it, sticklers, staying still, overt formality, the cold, humorless individuals.

Fears: Immobility, optometric illnesses, not amounting to anything, not living his life to the fullest, birds.

Summary: "Why does he even teach?" is a question that crosses the mind of almost every NRC student in one of Joel's classes. He's shameless, sarcastic, and finds entertainment in messing with students and staff alike. Teaching is only a side job for him, his real passions lie elsewhere. Nonetheless, he is highly skilled in a variety of subjects, making him indispensable.

He abuses that privilege, of course, taking the time to have as much fun as he can in what he calls a boring dump of a school and make sure everyone around him suffers for it. Though this usually just amounts to light teasing and pranks. They do not behave like an educator or mentor. He does not typically enjoy interacting with most of his students in a serious manner, and the ones they do enjoy talking with are treated more like casual, distant friends.

With the responsibility of teaching so many subjects heavy on their shoulders, he does make plenty of time to shrug it off to work on his true dream: getting as rich as possible. Now, now, there are plenty of figures at NRC who want that, yeah? But Joel wants the lottery. He wants to struggle, look high and low, and come out above everyone with something ancient, shiny, and, hopefully, covered in expensive jewels. Over everything and everyone, they enjoy the hunt of it. To the point where he values it above people and relationships. Hell, they'd fly to the moon to get it if they had to.

Outfit Inspiration

Author's Notes: JOEL. Ahhh Joel. I'll admit, this was harder to write compared to the others! Everyone else's development, personality, struggles, etc. came very naturally to me, while, with joel, I really had to sit and brainstorm for awhile. Though, I can now say that he has grown on me a lot, and I plan on giving him more of a role in TCOAV like Ezra! I have lots of plans for him! Old ass man <33 (affectionate, /j) this will probably be the last new TCOAV oc for a while! But just know, there will be more >:)

Tag list! v

@lowcallyfruity @kitwasnothere @distant-velleity @thehollowwriter @justm3di0cr3

@skriblee-ksk @cecilebutcher

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heyybaejjk · 4 months

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 3

pairings: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: Sione's gone, David's gone, and even Kiuga is gone. But Miguel isn't, and neither is Manaia. Just great.

warnings/notes: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ONE ❤️

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Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Migs?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at Manaia with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of her. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance.

"So bad, you don't even know."

She pushed him on the chest lightly enough for him to sit down, sitting on his lap as she cups his face.

"Prove it," she comments with a teasing voice, one of her fingers twirling around a curl.

Leading his hands to rest on her waist, only for him to press them on her back causing her to move forward. Right there at that moment, he felt bliss as her soft lips met his.

Nothing could ever ruin this moment he's dreamt about.

*buzz buzz*

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER (HOT ASS) MOTHER I MISS YOU

mahi_sniffer: pls respond i miss you

mahi_sniffer: miguelllllllllll

bololicker: too busy on fufuhour, he doesnt wanna talk to us 😣

aluaigioukae: @M.Ohara_99 your missus was asking where you've been when we were walking home

"For fuck's sake," Miguel could never take a peaceful nap with these idiots, he should have known better. Annoyed at the ruined dream that he wished escalated quicker, he put his phone on silent.

Remembering the last text sent on his phone, he sighed heavily. He knows his friends are mutual with Manaia, mainly because their parents were friends with hers from way back when.

Despite this fact, he never found himself trying to engage with her. At all.

During classes when Sione would ask if she wanted to sit with them, Miguel would get up and sit across the room, opposite of her. Or during a break, if he was playing tackle footy and she was watching while sitting down on the bench with one of his main friends, he stops playing in case he fumbles the ball and embarrasses himself. What was worse was the walk back home after school.

If they weren't going to the mall for a feed with him or going to his house to hangout, they were most definitely walking home with her as they all lived a street next to each other. The walk together would be deadly awkward to the point where Sione would walk Manaia home himself, leaving Miguel and the two other boys.

"Ow! Fuck bro, okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Miguel can hear the stupid whines Sione projects across the room. He lifts his head up, seeing Manaia swat the Tongan boy with a rolled up textbook, "I swear, bro mum's soul, I won't say it again."

"Good," she says while smiling innocently, unrolling her book and returning to write her notes. "Cunt," Sione whispered, causing her to glare at him.

"You should just go kiss him, I swear."

"You should just do your work, stupid."

'Who was it exactly that they were talking about?' Miguel thought. It for sure couldn't be that Seth guy from weeks ago, he was her ex. Was it himself? Was it the guy sitting next to him?

"Sione, I swear if you don't shut your mouth-"

mahi_sniffer: guys not be a mood wrecker but i had to go home early, i know yall are gonna miss me but its okay 💔💔

mahi_sniffer: i forgot to turn off the iron this morning and my mum saw it lying on my bed, it was face down as well 😞

mahi_sniffer: pray for me guys

aluaigioukae: no one really fucking cares

mahi_sniffer: you didn't even come school today you have NO say

bololicker: I had to leave early too, my mum wants me to clean the house before we go airport and pick up my cousins

mahi_sniffer: aww no one really asked 🥹

bololicker: die

aluaigioukae: did naia go school?

mahi_sniffer: yeah

aluaigioukae: and miguel too?

mahi_sniffer: yur

bololicker: and ur not there?

mahi_sniffer: yuh

bololicker: ...

mahi_sniffer: oh

mahi_sniffer: OH OH

M.Ohara_2099: You left me alone, you idiot

"Hey Miguel, have you seen Sione? He wasn't in English last period."

It was already too late for his text to register as he looks up from his phone, seeing Manaia standing in front of him smiling shyly. She wore a high bun, along with a pink and yellow sei that matched her cute, yellow shoes. She had gotten a lip piercing recently, and it drove Miguel crazy.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. He texted me saying he had to go home early."

He watches as she rolls her eyes while chuckling, "That egg probably left the iron on, I keep reminding him every time we're on the phone."

This causes Miguel to raise an eyebrow, not noticing himself smiling down at her as she talks to herself.

"I was hoping he'd walk me home, but it's fine," He watches as she began to walk away from him with a saddened expression. "I'll see you on Monday, Miguel." He hears her say with a soft voice.

His friends weren't there to encourage him into talking to her like they normally would. His mother was at work so he had no excuse to rush home, and not walk up to Manaia to strike up a conversation. He didn't see her talk to her ugly ass ex at all today.

This is his one chance, and he could not afford to miss it.

"I can walk you home, Manaia." Miguel calls out, turning around to meet with her back. She stopped walking, turning around to face him.

"O-only if you're okay with that, of course," He stutters, "And I know Sione doesn't like you walking alone with other schools nearby finishing as well, he knows you get uncomfortable walking around others you don't know much about." He attempts to make a poor excuse which she smiles softly at.

Miguel feels his face grow hot at the sight of her looking him up and down, "That's very cute of you to do, Miguel. I'd be happy if you walked with me."

It had been a long, silent walk, but it was calming. Well, to Manaia at least. Miguel had both his hands in his pockets, not wanting to accidentally touch the girl beside him if his hands were to flare out.

"You know, I was bummed out when I couldn't see you after the whole Multicultural event. I wanted to see you, Migs."

Hearing this, Miguel fidgets nervously, clenching his sweaty palms to relax his racing heart. If only she knew how much of an effect she had on him just by saying a few words. But there was this thing; she was always genuine. He knew that she was telling no lie, and it made him crazy.

Based on how other girls approached him, it wasn't the best way to get into his closed-off heart. He remembers how bold people can be, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing they'd just try to get into his pants. Some people were deaf to the word no a lot of the time.

"Uh- yeah, had to.. get home, emergency," he tells Manaia, stuttering uncontrollably and lying through his teeth.

Miguel watches as her nod, "I kind of wished to see you there. But I hope everything at home is okay," she looks up at him, catching him off guard at the sudden eye contact. His face heats up as she smiles at him warmly.

"So what are you listening to?" He asks, using an excuse to avoid her longing gaze.

In his peripheral vision, he sees her hand offering an ear bud. "You're close enough with Sione to not get it right," He looks down at Manaia, he waits for her to continue, her moist lips tempting his curiosity badly. Just how exactly would they feel against his own?

"If you guess right, you'll get a surprise when you drop me to my house." The crescendo of her sultry voice chimes in, her eyes looking into his as she gave him a cute smile, waving the earbud in his face. As he puts the bud in, he feels the side of her arm touch his. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sorry, I just don't want to move far away and accidentally pull the bud out of your ear. I shared with Sione one time, and trust me when I tell you how much it hurts," laughing at the stupid memory with her best friend. Fondly smiling at her thoughtful thinking, he inches closer as well, arms brushing against each other.

He paid no mind to the contact.

That's what Manaia was thinking.

The volume raises slightly, she gave a toothy grin at his animated-like thinking pose, one hand on his chin as he pretend to thinks as he hears her small laugh.

"It's definitely Hey Girl by Fiji,' He answers, looking at Manaia expectantly, heartstrings being pulled as he sees her face glow in endearment.

"You even said the artist, that's very cute of you, Miguel," Manaia's quick to compliment him as if it was nothing, sending him into an internal coma. Trying his best not to let his mouth form into a shy smile, he mumbles a quick thank you, to which she giggle at once again.

The two of them continued their walk, they had to come to a stop as she saw the walkway leading to the small stairs of her front door. Looking at the empty driveway, she let out a sigh of relief. Both of the teenagers walk up to the door. Despite this, Miguel finds himself in relief as she doesn't say her goodbyes yet.

"I'm still sorry for the long walk," she says with an upset tone, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's fine, really. Plus, going to the gym isn't going to help me by itself if I'm not walking at least an hour a day," He winks playfully, his crossed arms that were up against his chest brought into a trance. Muscular arms seeped through the material of his shirt.

"You're an egg sometimes, just like Sione," she stiffled a laugh, jokingly pushing his shoulder, a bit harder than expected as she leaned forward, her sei falling out.

Miguel bends down and picks it up, softly pulling her closer by the arm, placing the fake flower back in position. All the while she looked up at him, flattering her eyelashes up at him trying to ignore the close feeling of his body against hers. The promximity sent a rush of heat to her face. "Don't want to ruin that pretty hair of yours," he smiles down at her.

His words replaying and looping around in her head, she couldn't resist asking the taller boy in front of her.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Miguel looks at Manaia, face heated from the straightforward question, he coughs, "Maybe.." She tilts her head teasingly, glossy lips form into a cute smile, as well as her eyes.. God, those eyes. Miguel couldn't help but think back to the dream from last night. The way her lips moulded perfectly against his, giving him a teasing look right after. The same look she was giving him now.

He shakes his head lightly before chuckling, "Now, where was that surprise you were talking about early, huh?"

"Come closer," her hand reaches up to hold his face, now standing on her tippy toes to get closer.

This is it. Miguel thinks to himself happily.

"Who are you?" a small voice pops out.

The both of them look at the door. There stood a little boy, hair ruffled as well as his strained looking eyes.

"Junior, what have I told you about when I'm talking to people?" She tells him off with a motherly tone as if telling off her own child, her hand long gone from his heated cheek. Turning her focus back to Miguel, "I, uh, as much as I want to invite you inside, my mum will be home soon, Miguel," And that was true.

"That's fine," he says to her, looking her in the eyes.

She turns her head down to her brother, nodding her head for him to get inside as the both of them talked, and that he does.

"I'll see you on Monday," Manaia quickly cup his cheek, kissing just beside his mouth, missing his cheek completely as he moved his head. He shakes his head while blushing, watching Manaia swiftly wave and run into her house giggling.

bololicker: bro its been 3 hours, wheres sione

aluaigioukae: got his phone taken off him 😿😿

bololicker: AWUI SHAME

aluaigioukae: nah but wheres that chromebook he stole from skl? 👀

bololicker: AS IF HE WOULD USE THE CHROMEBOOK TO TEXT US

bololicker: he made fun of me when i was texting my missus on it

aluaigioukae: 💀💀💀

aluaigioukae: anyway..

alugioukae: has miguel texted you? havent heard from him for a few hours

M.Ohara_99: I just got home, I'm here.

bololicker: MY BRETHREN.

aluaigioukae: are you okay? doesnt take you that long to get home before

M.Ohara_99: I'm fine, thank you for asking.

M.Ohara_99 is typing

Miguel stops typing, should he tell them he walked Manaia home? No. They'll make fun of him, for sure. But if he tells them, they can give him advice on how to get closer to her as well. They are close to her, more than he is. Sadly, he thinks.

Ah, fuck it.

M.Ohara_99: I walked Manaia home

2 users are typing

aluaigioukae: AINGGGGGGGGGGGGG

bololicker: SLURP SLURP OUAAAAAAAAAA

aluaigioukae: DID YOU.. YKKKKK???

"I fucking knew it," He says to himself.

M.Ohara_99: David, Kiuga, please

M.Ohara_99: I just walked her home, that was all

alugioukae: wait nah we need to hear how youre saying it 👀 you might be smiling and kicking your dick around n all

bololicker: awui

aluaigioukae has started a voice chat!

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Miguel groans into his pillow, "Fucks sake."

"David, why do we have to call? I was perfect with texting you," he says immediately after pressing the green join option. He glares at the little screen, showing David grinning at him, Kiuga's screen remained off while his microphone stayed on.

At least Kiuga was normal about it, Miguel thinks.

"HOW WAS IT, MATE?" Kiuga screams through his microphone.

Nevermind.

Turning on his camera, Miguel props his phone against his headboard and lays on his pillow. "I told you, nothing else. I just walked her home..." He trails off, looking away from the camera.

"So you both didn't kiss?" David asks, raising his brow line.

Miguel coughs and chokes on air, looking up at the ceiling.

"No. We didn't kiss."

"Liar, liar, my dick is on fucking fire, Miguel. Naia told us she tried to go for the cheek but your freaky ass was trying to get some tongue in there," Kiuga yells through his microphone dramatically, the pitch of his voice heightening through every line.

Miguel groans again into his pillow, "So you both knew but asked anyway? I'm embarrassed right now," ruffling his hair aggressively.

David breaks into laughter, "She told us straight away. Okay but don't tell her I told you," He says in a bit of a serious tone, a playful aura still lingering, "But she felt embarrassed when you moved your face, she was rambling on about it on the phone before you texted. She was even more embarrassed when her brother saw you at the front door."

"He was a cute kid, but he ruined the moment," Miguel says bluntly.

"Did the kid have a gap tooth or?" Kiuga says causing David to laugh. Miguel thinks to himself before nodding. "He did."

"I fucking love that sibling, her other siblings are so ass."

"Have I met any of them?" Miguel curiously asks.

"Uh," David trails off, scratching the back off his neck, "do you remember that guy who started a brawl at the mall last year? In the food court?"

"The guy who stole my fucking burrito from Mad Mex to throw at someone's head!? The burrito I paid for that was $20?!" Miguel yells through his mic, louder than needed as his mother opens his door, peeking her head in.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

He snaps his head toward the door, nodding aggressively, "Uh huh."

His mother leaves, giving an awkward smile.

"Yeah that was him. And the other two girls that were behind him are her sisters. They're all in their twenties, but they don't live with Manaia and Junior" Kiuga informs Miguel, whose mouth is wide open as well as his eyes.

"Fuck's sake."

"Yeah well, better not fuck around with her or else her junkie ass siblings will come for you," David jokes.

Miguel sighs, taking off his jumper, revealing his tone arms and shoulders. His riled up self felt heat rush through his body. It was bad enough the AC in his room was broken.

"Well, I would never do that. All I know is that I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back," the heart broken boy says, a slight pout settling on his lips.

"Be for real, Migs," Kiuga teases. The nickname only sounded good when it came out of her mouth. Only hers. "And don't give me that 'Oh, she's just being nice' type bullshit. I give David a little kiss on the cheek when I drop him off home-"

"Wow, okay bye." David says, leaving the call.

Miguel rolls his eyes as Kiuga laughs out loud. "All I see is denial. Try talking to her more. I'll give you her username before I go sleep, I'll see you Monday." The boy finally says before leaving the call.

Miguel lets the silence in his room embrace him. A few minutes go by and all he can do is think about her. And maybe the dream. He remembers how she looked down at him in the dream, and sat in his lap. With just one touch, she already had him on his knees.

As for today, all she did was look up at him, and he felt his knees buck and his breath hitch. Fuck.

*buzz buzz*

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