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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.

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 1 year

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What Lurks In The Dark

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x fem!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: Mild cursing, Mild Graphic description of violence

Summary: Paranoia had always been a common occurrence in her life so when the feeling of being watching started to rise in the back of her mind she couldn't tell if it was just a conjured-up feeling or reality. After a heavy night of avoiding anyone and everyone at all costs, a deal is sent her way that she would be a fool to pass up on or maybe a bigger fool for agreeing to it.

(Y/N): Your name

(H/C): Hair colour

(E/C): Eye colour

(F/C): Favourite colour

*Gif does not belong to me

Worn out Converses smacked against the concrete sidewalk as (Y/N) walked through the streets with purpose. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, the back of the (F/C) piece of fabric falling past his skirt and rubbing against the back of her stocking-clad thighs. Her (H/C) was pulled back and out of her face, a few wisps of hair falling out of the tie that kept the rest of her hair back and invading her vision.

(Y/N) tried not to stay in one place for too long, not when she had a doped-up dad with buddies all over the city. It was still beyond herself why she hadn't decided to flee the city yet. Perhaps the only reason she chose to stay was to keep an eye on her mother, but even then there wasn't much the woman was doing that gave (Y/N) a proper reason to stay behind.

She had only ever run into a few people that seem to recognise her. Normally, they would try and ask her if her dad had anything good going around or if she was carrying any on her. There was only one occasion where one of her dad's mates had tried to get physical with her, claiming she had to be brought back to where she belonged. It didn't take much to get the man off of her, mainly because he was drunk and clutching onto a half-empty beer bottle for dear life.

Tonight felt just like any night to begin with as she walked through the streets of San Francisco. She kept her head down and her hood up as she tried not to draw any more attention to herself than a teenage girl walking through the dark streets of San Francisco could get.

It was only when she saw the same boy with a bright green mohawk skate past her for the fourth time that she began to raise her guard. (Y/N) was willing to shake it off at first, but after seeing him a few too many times for comfort she began to realise she was being circled by the boy.

(Y/N)’s pace picked up only slightly along with her heartbeat. Her original plan was to try and lose him in some back alley that ran behind some of the apartment blocks and led back to one of the main roads. But upon further evaluation, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be followed into a back alley, even if she was being followed by a rather flimsy-looking boy that seemed to be around her age.

She had two other options that could work out in her favour, of course, with the possibility that her plans could backfire in her face. Her first option was to wait the boy out and lead him out to the main roads where she could hopefully lose him or he would be detoured because of the uprise in people. The second idea that had come to her mind was to try and meet the boy head-to-head and throw him off his course where she could try and get away from him in his moments of instability.

Both ideas could work out in her favour but just as easily give the green-haired boy the upper hand. In the case where she tried to lose him, he could get to her before she made it to a more crowded area and with the second choice he could overpower her, his looks may be deceiving to something stronger. Neither necessarily worked out in her favour but at least with the first option if she needed to she could make a run for it or later dissolve into the fight she was hoping it didn’t have to come down to.

In her head, the decision had already been made before she could properly think and weigh out her choices.

Turning left, (Y/N) felt the flesh of another hand latching onto her upper arm. Whipping her head around with a few strands of hair flying in the wind, (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the same boy that had been circling her as the night progressed. A choked yelp escaped from behind (Y/N)‘a lips at the sight of the boy, instantly trying to pull her arm away from him once it registered that the limb hanging onto her belonged to him.

“Woah,” The boy quickly called out, a laugh on the tip of his tongue as he planted a foot and held onto (Y/N) a tad bit tighter. Raising his chin a little, the green-haired boy said, “I’m just here for a fun time. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You creep,” (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, her lip curling in disgust. The boy's eyes seemed to widen at (Y/N)‘a words, like what he had said had finally registered in his head for the first time. Trying to keep a steady voice, she said, “Get off of me.”

“No can do, Runaway Legacy,” The boy’s overjoyed voice rang out, a matching unwavering grin plastered on his face. “Need to get you back to King's Dominion so I pass the assignment. I can’t let Lex get a good grade for this assignment this time around or he’ll have two to hold over my head.”

“One, I'm not going anywhere with you and your greasy mohawk,” (Y/N) started, getting cut off by the boy as he made his dissatisfaction known.

“It’s not greasy.”

(Y/N) gave the boy a deadpan at his words, watching as he raised his free hand in surrender and gave her room to speak once more. “Two, I don’t care about Lex or this assignment you claim that I supposedly am. If you want to kill someone, pick a different target. And three, the hill is a 'Runaway Legacy?'"

“I’m not going to kill you,” The boy exclaimed with a mortified gasp. “The whole point of this is to bring you back alive. Master Lin wouldn't have a use for you if we brought you back dead.”

“That’s not helping your case,” (Y/N) said, giving the boy a moment to answer before she kicked the skateboard out from under his foot, sending him skidding back in his moment in surprise. In his fall the boy had let go of her, so with a few steps forward, (Y/N) took control of the skateboard that the boy had just lost.

“Oh, come on!” She heard him call out from behind her as she began to pick up speed. As the boy stumbled to his feet, preparing to run after her he yelled, “Not cool man. Not cool.”

"Looks like your gonna have to go back to Master Lin empty-handed and fail your assignment," (Y/N) shrugged as she looked back at the boy only to find him a few paces from where he had originally fallen, not putting in too much effort to go after her. "I guess Lex is gonna be the one to bring home the gold."

"You would have much rather gone back with me, I promise," He called after her in a sing-song tone making chills shoot down (Y/N)'s spine. "If I don't get you, Lex or someone else will."

Shooting her head back around, (Y/N) focussed on getting away from the creepy boy and out of the part of San Francisco where she currently found herself in. But no matter where she went the feeling of someone watching her stuck with her throughout the night, making her never stay still for too long on the stolen skateboard she had obtained.

In the end, she didn't end up getting too far before another mysterious figure was making their way towards her.

"Oi, you've been assigned," A boy with cornrow braids said as he stepped towards (Y/N). He wore a dark athlete's hoodie with a toothpick between his teeth as his eyes scanned over her, landing on the skateboard beneath her feet where his lips twisted upwards. "Master Lin don't do well tardiness so we gotta move."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," (Y/N) uttered quickly, turning around the boy as she leaned heavily on one side of the skateboard. "As I said to your green-haired freak of a friend, this is an assignment you're gonna have to fail."

A loud scoff rang out from the taller boy. "Don't let any of the Rats hear you speaking about one of their own like that. They're known to not be as friendly as I am."

"I'll keep that in mind," (Y/N) said dryly, her (E/C) eyes half-hooded as she circled the boy. "Note to self, if you ever see someone looming in the dark, ask them if they are a Rat are not. It will certainly work out well in your favour."

A bemused chuckle left the boy's mouth as his shoulders bunched up and his head lowered. He reached up to pluck the toothpick from his mouth and flick it somewhere behind himself. "You're going to have to drop the attitude. That's the sort of thing that gets you killed in King's Dominion."

"Well, as I said to your Rat friend," (Y/N) began, not bothering to look over her should as she escaped from the boy as she already knew he would be lent against the wall behind him, "Master Lin's gonna have to learn that he ain't gonna get everything he wants."

"I would congratulate you for your bravery if what just left your mouth wasn't complete stupidity," The boy called out, not bothered by the ignorance he got in return. "Good luck escaping this one kid. No one gets away from Master Lin."

(Y/N) tried not to pay any mind to what the boy had said, attempting to let the words go through one ear and out the other. But the warnings she got from both strangers were daunting. Once was a coincidence but twice was an omen. And it didn’t take long until that omen was put into play.

Coming to a quick stop, the skateboard whipped out from under her feet as something knocked (Y/N) off her feet after rounding a corner. As she came crashing down a tall boy with blonde hair made his presence known. He spoke with a thick accent as he said, “We were told you were a Legacy, but I don’t see anything but a Rat.”

“Are you sure we’ve got the right girl?” Another voice spoke up with a just as thick accent. Coming to stand next to the taller dude was a girl with curly blonde puffed-up hair. She wore a cheerleader outfit with two dark-shaded pom-poms resting on her hips. “I’m not one to say Master Lin is wrong but this can’t be the girl everyone’s throwing a hissyfit over.”

“Would hate to agree with the emo cheerleader,” (Y/N) started as she stood from the ground, eyes landing on where the skateboard had fallen before looking up at the two blondes in front of her again. The girl had a glare on her face as she watched (Y/N), the title not sitting well with her. “But I think you and your other friends running around have to reevaluate who your stalking and threatening to kidnap.”

"We ain't going to have to kidnap you if you follow along willingly," The girl spoke up, popping a hip to the side as she stared expectedly at (Y/N).

"You see, as much as I would love to make this easy for you both," (Y/N) started to circle the two of them, stopping once she was at their sides and they had turned to face her. Trying to keep the attention on her face, she slowly stretched a foot out until it bumped into the skateboard lightly. Lifting her foot up until it rested on top of the board, she slowly pulled it back towards her. "I was taught not to go with people I don't know. You know, stranger danger."

The girl scoffed while the guy's face seemed to lift slightly. "There is no need to worry about strangers. I assure you, if you are the Legacy Master Lin claims for you to be, I am positive we will be far more than strangers."

"Ew, gross," (Y/N) shook her head, face twisting into disgust as she backed away from him with a few stumbled steps. "As enlightening as this whole interaction has been, I'd much rather decline and be on with my day."

"That's not going to happen, sweetie," The girl said stepping forward. With her steps, her hands moved from her hips, her pom-poms growing two large blades out of each one. (Y/N)'s eyes quickly flickered down to the spikes, taking a gulp as they seemed to glint in the streetlights. "We're allowed to take you back using whatever means necessary, and if that means by force… then so be it."

(Y/N) didn't need to wait another second to figure out what that means. Turning and launching herself onto the skateboard and onto the pathway. Thinking back to her earlier plans, (Y/N) starts to migrate her way back to the more crowded places of San Francisco. Maybe then she would finally be able to escape the several advances of strange teenagers and Master Lin, whomever that may be.

The pair of blondes must have been prepared for (Y/N) to make a run for it since they weren't too far behind her. The skateboard didn't act as much help and she probably would have been better off legging it herself but there was no time to jump off and hope for the best.

At the first sight of a large crowd of people, (Y/N) could feel some relief starting to creep up inside of her. That hope quickly diminished as something sharp pierced through her shoulder. She didn't scream but a deep disgruntled sound tore through her throat as she fell from the skateboard, crashing into a few pedestrians that gave her disgusted looks as they went barreling down with her.

Climbing to her knees, (Y/N) pushed herself up quickly. She crawled forward a step before she was tripping over her feet to stand once again. People parted the way for her as a hand craned back to wrap around one of the blades that had lodged in close to one of her shoulder bones. A steadying breath was taken as she began to inch the blade from her flesh. She kept walking as she tried to pull it out, stuttering in her steps every once in a while as she fought down a wince and had to pause in her movements. When a coalesced hand gripped hers, she turned around quickly, ready to see one of the attendants she had already run into that night. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What?" (Y/N) questioned as she focused on the boy that had come up behind her. He had dark curly hair that was cut into a short mullet. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and some jeans, something plain to blend in. In one of his hands was the skateboard (Y/N) had discarded earlier.

"Pulling the weapon that punctured you from the wound," He said as he carefully tore (Y/N)'s hand away from the blade stuck in her shoulder. "It's like basic knowledge at this point."

"I think I was more concerned about getting away from the two lunatics that were chasing after me." (Y/N) watched with narrowed eyes as she pulled her hand away from the boy. "And why do you sound so calm? Anyone else would be a bit more worried about the massive chunk of steel sticking out of my back…"

"Well…" The boy said, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck.

"You're one of them, aren't you?" The words came out like venom, already backing away from the boy as her hand shot back up to clutch at her shoulder while her head tipped back so she could stare up at the sky. "Why won't you and the rest of your Rat and Legacy friends leave me alone?"

"If it makes you feel any better, you were able to avoid Saya and Maria last night. They didn't come back to King's Dominion until lunch today because they didn't want to be failed," The boy offered the information to (Y/N), trying to smile in some form of reassurance. All the boy got in return was the annoyed stare of (Y/N) as she began to turn away from him. With hurried steps to keep up with (Y/N), the boy said, "Of course that wouldn't make you feel better. Look, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to trust, but if you let me take you back to King's Dominion-"

"Absolutely not," (Y/N) exclaimed, effectively cutting the boy off. She shook her head as she waved a hand at the boy, trying to shrug him off. "I've been running away from people trying to drag me to that place. Why would I willingly go with you of all people?"

"Because we have healers," The boy said exasperated. One of his hands jotted forward to reach out for (Y/N) but stopped at the large flinch on her part when he got too close. "I'm not saying you have to stay, hell you could be out of there as soon as the medics are done with you. But you'll have a better chance of coming with me than you will be trying to get help at a hospital.

When (Y/N) couldn't think of anything to say, the boy took it as his signal to keep on speaking.

"I was just like you once, okay? Scared and living on the street, on the run from cops and anyone who got too close. King's Dominion is far from a home or somewhere safe, but if you're willing, you can find yourself fitting in with the right group of people and making something for yourself there," It wasn't the lecture (Y/N) wanted to hear but it seemed to knock some sense into (Y/N)'s head. “Yeah, most of the people there are scum-sucking ducks, and the teachers couldn’t care less if you got poisoned or shot at, but at least you’ll have a future there. And hey, maybe in a month or two you’ll get to be the one chasing kids down the street trying to recruit them into this secret society where they could go and work for NASA even.”

“What does NASA have to do with any of this?” (Y/N) questioned with furrowed brows, allowing the boy to get a little closer to her and place a steadying hand on her back near the puncture wound.

“More than you think,” He laughed. (Y/N) turned to him, trying to arch one of her brows to show her confusion, only getting a shake of the boy's head as if signalling it was for another time. "I'm Marcus."

"(Y/N)," She says, allowing Marcus to push her forward and lead her King's Dominion, keeping an eye out for any of the strange faces she had run into previously that night. "You know your little rant wasn't very effective if you were hoping to get me to stay at King's Dominion."

"Yeah, the more I spoke the more I began to realise that." No one seemed to care much for the blade sticking out of (Y/N)'s back, passing by as if there wasn't a thing wrong with the image. (Y/N) couldn't decide if that was a good thing or if it was alarming how much people were willing to ignore what was right in front of them. "But I was inspirational, wasn't I?"

"Oh, very," (Y/N) concluded, a scruff of a smile appearing on her face. "Had the troops rallying. Could barely contain my excitement to get to this place where I'll have scum-sucking kids drooling over me and knobs of a teacher cursing me to do homework that will hopefully get us all killed"

"Don't be surprised if that's their objective," He warned before abruptly turning into a food store where a few people were already waiting. As (Y/N) followed after him, a question on the tip of her tongue as she stepped into the store which quickly dissolved as she saw some familiar faces.

"Hey Marcus, you got my skateboard back," The green-haired boy from earlier yelled happily as he jumped off one of the tables he had comfortably taken a seat on. Bounding over he extracted the board from Marcus before looking over at (Y/N). "I thought Marcus may have been able to woo you over here. I get it, I'm not your type. At least Lex wasn't able to get to you and bloody you up too badly."

"I wouldn't say that," Came the voice (Y/N) grew to find annoying. The same bush of blonde hair came wandering over, plucking the blade from (Y/N)'s shoulder, earning a gargled-out wince from the (H/C) haired girl as a hand shot up to apply pressure to the now exposed wound. Thick welts of blood began to smear across her fingers as she was guided through the store. "I think I did a pretty dandy job of giving her her first King's Dominion scar."

A scorn flashed across (Y/N)'s face as Marcus kept her moving, pushing her away from the blonde girl. It was then that her attention was caught by a boy with poorly bleached hair that he had been able to spike up. "Looks like you were able to strike out before me Marcus, good work there chap."

An uncertain familiarity took over (Y/N) at the sight of the boy. She found herself going out on a limb and asking, "Are you the famous Lex that greasy over there was going on about all night?"

"Someone been talking about me?" Lex asked with a bemused grin, eyes skittering around the room.

At the same time as Lex spoke, the green-haired boy yelled out, "My hair is not greasy!"

"Oh, I'm gonna like this one," Lex announced before he started to walk to the backdoor of the small building. "Now, you've been keeping Master Lin waitin' a long time. You ready to meet the man and be turned into a killer?"

Despite herself, (Y/N) found herself looking back at Marcus. She was either seeking out his reassurance or guidance, something she wasn't sure why she was doing. His shoulders quickly raised in an act of surrender. He spoke lowly, almost a whisper like it was a secret between them, "Don't look at me."

Turning back around to face Lex, she found him leaning against a door with a sign on it that read staff only. The boy with green hair was standing next to him while the other three he had seen earlier were standing slightly out of the way, waiting for her answer.

"Lead the way," She settled on saying.

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thot-of-khonshu · 6 months

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Detour (Frankie Morales x f! reader)

Masterlist | Kofi

Shotgun Part 1 | Passenger Part 2

Summary: part 3 in the shotgun series. after last year's Halloween, you and Frankie decide to create your own tradition of fooling around in his truck every year

Rating: M, 18+

Content: a Halloween party, alcohol use, drug use (marijuana), car sex, dirty talk, fingering, explicit smut, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, benny still being dumb

A/N: Happy Halloween! I figured I'd check back in on my favorite potheads after last year's festivities.

Your heels clacked on the pavement of the driveway as you ran outside of Benny and Will Miller's house. The Florida air was still humid and sticky, and your body felt heavy and sweaty, but you had to make sure Lexi was okay.

You heard the retching sounds on the pavement from the front yard and saw her bent over in the bushes, her boyfriend Jack standing next to her rubbing her back.

"You good?" You called to her.

"Yeah, I think it's the alcohol or the sushi I had before. I'm fine." She said as she stood up.

"Maybe you're pregnant." Jack suggested.

"No, no." She said quickly, her eyes widened in wild frustration.

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, getting up and laughing, swaying himself from all of the alcohol he had consumed that night.

"We don't need to have that conversation in the driveway!" She groaned, pushing him away.

You stared at them confused that this was even a conversation. The last time the two of you had talked about it you had agreed you were both still feeling too young to have kids. "Is there something the both of you need to tell me?"

"We're trying to have a baby!" Jack shouted dramatically, his arms spread out wide.

"Stop saying that!" Lexi hit him with her white cowboy hat. Out of context with her dressed up as Cowgirl Barbie and him as Metal Ken, this was a hilarious site to see.

"I'm just trying to speak it into existence, babe."

"Well, the only thing you need to be speaking into existence is getting me a water or a Pedialyte." She slurred.

"Got it!" Jack ran back into the house as fast as his drunk ass could. You walked up to Lexi, stumbling over your strappy heels, to hold back her hair as she continued to get sick.

"The Halloween curse continues. Fucking Benny and his hunch punch" She whined.

"No, the curse was broken last year, remember? You got Jack, I got Frankie. We have boyfriends now and don't have to go back into the gross cesspool that is the dating world?" You smiled, remembering how you met Frankie.

"Speaking of, where is loverboy?"

"I'm right here." A deep voice said behind you. You turned around and saw your boyfriend Frankie walking from the doorway wearing his same devil horns from the previous year. He looked over to Lexi concerned, giving you a half smile exposing his dimple as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "You okay, Lexi?"

"Yeah, yeah. Benny's hunch punch just caught up to me."

"That shit is poison. He's gonna have to get his stomach pumped one of these days." Frankie rolled his eyes.

"Benny's an idiot, but he's our idiot." You joked.

"Did somebody just say Benny?" Benny bellowed as he walked outside. He was wearing his boxing shorts and gloves alongside an elaborate face tattoo to emulate Mike Tyson.

"Yes, we were talking about how much we love and adore you, Benjamin." Lexi smiled sarcastically.

"Aw, thanks, Lex. Sorry about the hunch punch. You know how it is, sometimes it punches you right back."

"You're forgiven, just get me a water for my way out."

"On it, ma'am." Benny ran back into the house, running into Jack who was on his way out with Lexi's first water. She did a double take, as if she had remembered asking Jack to get the water in the first place, and then opened the bottle and chugged. You and Frankie exchanged grimaces.

"I think that's our sign to head home." Frankie said to you.

"You don't have to tell me twice." You loved Benny, but his parties could get a bit out of hand and you wanted nothing more than to be home and comfortable with Frankie.

"Goodnight, guys. I'll see you later." Lexi winked while giving you a hug goodbye, still stumbling. "And happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween. Please, both of you take an Uber home." You replied. As you were walking away, Frankie's hand gravitated to your butt and gave it a playful squeeze. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He feigned innocence. "C'mon, let's go home, baby."

After a quick round of farewells in the Miller household, Frankie opened the door for you to his truck and closed it. You rolled the window down, lighting a joint that Frankie had rolled for the both of you earlier.

Frankie hopped into the driver's seat, putting on his worn baseball cap and tossing the devil horns in the backseat as he took the joint from your hand and lit it. You watched him intently, the streetlight illuminating the side of his face and his dimples. He handed the joint back to you and began driving.

"I was thinking..." You started.

"Don't strain yourself." He laughed, looking over at you.

“Hey!" You slapped his shoulder.

"Sorry, go on." He smirked.

"I was thinking maybe we could have a little Halloween tradition."

"What, like every Halloween I have to wear those dumbass devil horns?" He teased.

"No, asshole." You rolled your eyes, smiling. "I was thinking every Halloween, we can dress up, and have some fun and go to a party with our friends. But then we'd get high, and have a good time and...you know, other stuff."

"Other stuff?" He cocked his eyebrow at you.

"Yes. You know, what we did last year." You said quietly, you reached over to him and started carding the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Is that why you wore that dress again this year?" He grinned, knowingly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You feigned ignorance, setting back in the passenger seat and taking another hit of the joint.

"Oh yeah?" He looked over at you with dark eyes, reaching a hand over to your thigh and pushing up the dress, exposing the white lace of your thong.

"Baby, I'm trying to drive here but you're making it hard to focus." He said in a low, rumbly voice.

"So keep your eyes on the road." You said, placing his large hand in the middle of your thighs, spreading them apart. He groaned.

"Fuck, you're wet already, baby." He said, running his fingers over the damp fabric.

"I missed you all day. I was thinking about last Halloween."

"Me too. You look so fucking hot. And it's driving me crazy." He said, his thick fingers tracing over your heat.

"Frankie." You sighed.

"Yeah, baby?" He said, pressing his fingers against your clit.

"Pull over."

He did as you asked, pulling over to a random deserted parking lot and parking in the corner of the lot. He shut the truck off, and looked over at you with dark eyes, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly.

He moved the hair from your face, taking the joint from your mouth to his lips. "You want a shotgun, baby?"

"Please."

He inhaled and placed his hand back on the back of your head, pulling you in close to his mouth. You felt his soft lips on yours and opened your mouth to him. His tongue slid into your mouth and he slowly pushed the smoke out, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

"Why don't we put this out for a bit?" He asked, kissing your jaw.

"I can't argue with that." You said.

He put the joint out and began to unbuckle his seat belt, moving his large frame across the center console.

You pulled his baseball cap off and tossed it into the driver's seat. His fingers were still teasing at your slit through the underwear, his beard scratching at the base of your neck as he left small kisses on you and moved his fingers to press circles into your clit.

"Every Halloween, huh?” He breathed, sucking on your pulse point. You moved your hips into his hand, feeling the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen.

"Yes." You whined.

"Every. Single. One." He accentuated each word with a harder kiss. "I'm gonna make you cum in this truck just like I did last year. That's our tradition."

He moved his thick fingers to breach into your cunt, curving to the spot that makes you fall apart.

"Fuck." You whispered, letting out a shaky moan.

"You wanna know a secret, sweetheart?" He growled into your ear, biting at the lobe.

"Y-yes." You said, stuttering.

"Last Halloween, when I drove you home. I went home and fucked my fist so hard, wishing I was fucking this pussy."

You moaned, his words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of his fingers fucking into you and his breathing echoed through the cab of the truck.

"God, baby. So fucking wet for me. You're dripping all over my fingers." He said, looking down and watching himself fuck into you.

"Frankie. I'm so close."

"Yeah, I know you are." He said. “And when you cum guess what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get you on top of me and I'm gonna fuck my cock into this tight little pussy, okay? Gonna fuck my cum deep inside you, baby."

His thumb came back to play with your clit as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you. You felt his teeth biting at your neck, your breathing becoming heavier.

"Frankie, fuck I’m gonna cum."

"Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me. I want to hear you. Nobody out here but us."

You came, loudly moaning his name and grinding into his fingers, feeling him slow his motions inside you as you rode the orgasm.

"That's it. You did so good for me."

When you finished, you were still breathing heavily. Your skin was sticky and hot, but you didn't care. Frankie looked at you, his pupils blown and his mouth in a half smirk.

"Come here." He said, reaching over the console and pulling you onto his lap, the two of you sitting awkwardly and uncomfortably but neither of you caring.

He crashed his lips into yours and you began undoing his belt and jeans. You reached a hand into his pants and wrapped your hand around his length. He was hard and his cock was leaking with precum and you needed him so badly.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. "Get on top of me, baby."

You did as he asked, moving your underwear aside and positioning yourself on top of him, your bare, slick heat grinding into him. He looked up at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"You're so beautiful." He said, kissing at your jawline and neck.

"Fuck me." You whined.

"Patience." He whispered, grabbing his cock and teasing your folds. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Please." You begged.

He moved his tip into you, his cock stretching you full. You moved yourself further down, until he was completely buried into you and you felt him in your stomach.

You began rocking back and forth, grinding on his cock while Frankie pulled the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, making you grind harder.

You whimpered, running a hand through his hair and tugging. Frankie's hands grabbed onto your hips, guiding you up and down on his length.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. Like you were made to take my cock.” He slid his hands down to your ass, kneading and squeezing at you.

He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared into you. His pace became quicker and he was thrusting harder into you. You could feel yourself getting close again.

"I'm gonna cum." You panted, looking at him with a glazed-over expression. He moved one of his hands to your clit and rubbed tight circles into it, his movements becoming faster and more erratic.

”Cum with me, sweetheart. Fuck, baby I'm so close." He growled, his pace quickening and his grip tightening on you.

Your hips stuttered, and your second orgasm crashed through you. Frankie was right behind you, his thrusts slowing as he fucked his cum deep inside of you. You collapsed into his chest, your bodies sticky and sweaty, but you didn't care.

The two of you sat like that for a few moments, him still inside you. He pulled your face to his, kissing you deeply. When the kiss broke, he was looking at you with a dazed expression.

"That’s a damn good Halloween tradition.” Frankie grinned.

You giggled. "Happy Halloween, Frankie."

"Happy Halloween, sweetheart."

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sturnwritess · 2 months

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The Dark place. M.S

warnings: satanic in a way, blood, and kidnapping.

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

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Today was the day to finally go on a trip to this small, creepy town. You didn't really think much of that town since it had waterfalls, a lake, mountains and a really amazing hike.

It was about a three-hour drive and by the looks of it, you called on the landline phone to call in. You had already rented a house for the short amount of time you were going to be there.

You had only brought a suitcase, a backpack, and a duffle bag. The trip felt long, you decided to bring your best friend Lexie. Since the town seemed a little eerie to you, she only agreed because she had the same thought about it being a bit creepy.

The house you rented had two bedrooms, one bathroom and an attic. You had to meet the owner of the house to get the key, Lexie had soon put her luggage in the back of your car. She got in the car and soon you left the driveway.

It's been about three hours since you left, you hit a little bump just now on the road and had to pull over. You went outside of the car to check the tire, you soon realized that it was losing air by the hour.

You went around the car to knock on Lexie's window to tell her "Everything is ok, but we have to go to that Car Auto shop by the morning lex" "oh okay, then let's wake up around 10?" she replies.

"Sounds like a plan lex" you say, as you're getting inside of your car you see headlights coming down the road. You soon get in your car and the headlights pull over behind you, you start your car but a man gets out of his truck and walks up to your car.

He knocks on your window and you roll it down, "you ladies alright?" he asked. "uh yeah, we were just heading into Daryn town." you reply, "oh, well I was just heading down there. I can show you the way?" he asks.

"uh yeah that would be great!" Lexie chimes in, "alright then pretty ladies, just follow me till we get there." he replies. "thank you so much..." you ask for his name. "oh, my names Matthew but you can call me matt." he replies.

"Well thanks again matt!" you say. "of course, pretty lady." his comment makes your face flustered, he walks back to his truck and you start your car. "Well thanks again matt!" Lexie mocks you. You hit her arm playfully and start following Matt.

You finally got into Daryn town but as you got in the town there was a sign that said 'once you come here you can never return' You and Lexie look at each other with a sign of regret, you finally got to the house and texted the owner.

He wasn't there but he texted you where the key was, it was in the mailbox. You grabbed the key and unlocked the door and made way in, as you and Lexie pick your rooms you made way to your car again to grab your luggage.

You felt a hand on your shoulder making you jump, it was matt. Turns out he lived across the dirt road from you, "let me help you pretty lady." he says. "Oh, it's okay don't worry about it." you say back "oh, it's no mind darling let me help you." he replies back.

You nod and he grabs your luggage and go's upstairs. "Thank you so much again." you say while he puts down your luggage. "it's like I said darlin, it's no mind." he chuckles, and you go to Lexie as he leaves the house.

"This town is really creepy y/n" Lexie says, "I know lex but at least the guys are cute right?" you say, "yeah for you." she replies.

We heard a knock on our front door, I ran down the stairs to open the door and I saw matt. "So, tonight every one of us is going to go dancing on the Miller farm. Would u care to join us?" He asked.

"Uh yea! Would you mind if i brought my friend Lexie? you ask, he pauses for a brief moment before saying "uh sure, I thought it was just going to be you but of course she can come darlin." he replies "when is it?" you ask "it's at 8:00 sweetheart." he says.

"Oh, ok sounds good" you say before waving him goodbye, you run up the stairs to ask Lexie and she agrees to go with you not wanting to leave you alone is this weird town.

You put on your cowgirl boot and a white long dress, Lexie puts on her brown dress with her black cowgirl boots. You both top it off with a Cattleman Gus hat, as you stepped outside matt was waiting for you.

"Weird." Lexie whispers to you, you give her a look that says 'stop'. Matt hopped out of his truck and took your hand and opened the door, Lexie shot him a glare and got inside of the truck.

The drive was only about four minutes, when he got there he got out of his truck and opened the door. He took my hand and helped me down, he didn't help Lexie though. I thought it was strange since he was such a gentleman.

We got inside of the miller farm, and it was beautiful and the stringed lights. Fowers and it smelled like just pure happiness and fun, I sat down at the table with Lexie. A guy came up to her and took her somewhere.

A few hours passed by and Lexie still hasn't come back, I just assumed that she went to his house to have fun. Matt soon came over to my table and asked me to dance, I of course said yes and he slowed dance with me for a while.

It was getting around midnight and Matt decided to take me home, I thought it was a sweet gesture. I finally arrived at the house and my car was gone.

Just gone, and Lexie was also. I started freaking out and pacing around the house, I just figured to go to sleep and she would be there in the morning.

Next morning

I woke up and tried going to Lexie's room, when I walked in everything of hers was gone. I don't know why she took my car and disappeared, you don't know why she just picked up her bags and left. You were determined to find out why, you went over to matt's house and knocked a few times.

He answered the door almost immediately, "hey sugar, what you doing here?" he asks. "oh nothing, I was just wondering did you see Lexie last night after she left?" you ask.

"uh yeah I think I saw her leave your house last night with some bags and took your car." he replies. You could swear he seemed a bit nervous, "oh uhm, thank you I just don't know how i'm going to leave." you say.

"I guess the town saying is true, once u come here you can never return." he said. You laugh nervously and thanked him before you went back. You tried going upstairs to the attic, it seemed locked but you pulled a bobby pin from your hair and tried pick locking it.

You successfully got inside of the attic and walked up into it, you saw this little curtain covering something up and you decided to move the curtain just to only see pictures of you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt as if you couldn't breathe, next to your photos was your birthday, your parents, siblings, friends and a pentagram next to it.

You started freaking out and covered up the board again, you stepped back to feel a somewhat crack in the floor. As you turned around you saw it was a pentagram in the middle of the room, you screamed into your hands as you saw there was blood smeared over it.

It looked like fresh blood, it stuck to the bottom of my shoe and I freaked out. I turned around to look for more clues and felt like someone was behind me, I felt a hand come around my mouth and I screamed into that person's hand. I took a glance around before I saw darkness, it was matt.

As my eyes started to open, I was struggling inside of this chair. It seemed my hands were tied to the wooden chair, as I looked around it all seemed too familiar. It was the miller farm, matt had been watching me from the stables.

"M-matt?" you ask "hey pretty girl, don't freak out." he says, "what did you do to me, what did you do to Lexie!?" you scream. "pretty girl, you saw too much information about me, and she was always trying to get between us." he responds.

"i-i barely know you!" you scream, " But I know everything about you sweetheart, and don't bother to shout the miller house is far away from town folk." he says.

"p-please just let me go." you ask, "sweetheart this town is evil, I am going to get you out of here even if I never see you again." he says.

You try to say something, but everything goes dark. He put a chloroform rag over your mouth. You wake up at a bus station with bags next to you, you guessed he put you somewhere far from him. The bus came fifteen minutes after you woke up.

You hopped on the bus and put your luggage up, you swore to yourself that you would never look back on that town. But one part of you wanted to stay for matt, but you couldn't.

As some minutes passed by, you could've swore someone was staring at you. You decided to search the bus with your eyes, you saw no one in particular. The bus pulled over on the side of the road and you got scared for no reason, but the bus driver had this cold stare on you.

He got up from his seat and someone had snaked their arm around your mouth. The last thing you heard was "once you come here you can never return"

Everything went dark.

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a/n: so this might be the end or i can write a part two, lemme know though.

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Alyhorse6′s Menu

The Word Brewery

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~ “What’s This Feeling?” | pt. 2 ~ Clementine

~ “Good Boy” ~ Albert Wesker

~ “I’ll See You Sunday” ~ Albert Wesker

List of Syrups

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Ladies:

Ellie Williams (tlou)

Dina (tlou)

Abby Anderson (tlou)

Vi (Arcane)

Jinx (Arcane)

Caitlyn Kiramman (Arcane)

Sevika (Arcane)

Mel Medarda (Arcane)

Clementine (twdg)

Violet (twdg)

May Grant (911)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)

Lana Winters (ahs)

Violet Harmon (ahs)

Misty Day (ahs)

Zoe Benson (ahs)

Cordelia Goode (ahs)

Maria Salazar (Deadly Class)

Saya Kuroki (Deadly Class)

Petra (Deadly Class)

Chloe Price (lis)

Max Caulfield (lis)

Snow White (twau)

Holly (twau)

Jill Valentine (RE)

Claire Redfield (RE)

Ada Wong (RE)

Kate Laswell (COD)

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

Gentlemen:

Joel Miller (tlou)

Jesse (tlou)

Jayce Talis (Arcane)

Viktor (Arcane)

Ekko (Arcane)

Silco (Arcane)

Lee Everette (twdg)

Louis (twdg)

Javi Garcia (twdg)

Luke (twdg)

Buck (911)

Eddie (911)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Mattheo Riddle (Harry Potter)

Sirius Black (Marauders)

Remus Lupin (Marauders)

James Potter (Marauders)

Peter Pettigrew (Marauders)

Tom Riddle (Marauders)

Tate Langdon (ahs)

Kit Walker (ahs)

Michael Langdon (ahs)

Marcus Lopez (Deadly Class)

Billy Bennett (Deadly Class)

Lex Miller (Deadly Class)

Wil Wheaton (any character)

River Phoenix (any character)

Bigby Wolf (twau)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE)

Chris Redfield (RE)

Carlos Oliveira (RE)

Albert Wesker (RE)

Simon “Ghost” Riley (COD)

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish (COD)

John Price (COD)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick (COD)

Alejandro Vargas (COD)

Rodolfo Parra (COD)

Shop DOs

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I WILL write for any ship from the fandoms above, except for the ones I list in the things I won’t write.

I WILL write smut, smutty things I won’t write listed in the things I won’t write.

I WILL write angst minus the things I have listed… once again in the things I won’t write.

I WILL write x reader stories.

I WILL write for my OCs if you happen to take *that* much interest in them.

I WILL write LGBTQ+ stories (obviously bc I’m a member of the community)

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I WILL NOT write for Jilco, Caitjay, Vijay, Jakko, Javi x Clem, or Luke x Clem. Keep in mind that this is all romanticly, if you request these ships platonically then I am happy to write it.

I WILL NOT write incest, age-play, non-con/dubcon/rape-play

I WILL NOT write angst involving suicide

I WILL NOT write anything involving homophobia, transphobia, or racism.

Coffee Shop Rules

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If you request something and don’t see it, it either did not meet my criteria or I just haven’t gotten to it yet (please have patience, I’m a “busy” person because of horses💀)

Before reading please pay attention to warnings above posts, it saves you, me, and everyone else a whole lot of trouble.

When it comes to smut, MDNI and Ageless blogs dni.

Please respect when I announce that requests are/are not open. It’ll probably be a while before my request box gets backed up seeing as I have like three total followers, but it’s still a rule for the future.

No hate comments targeted towards me or anyone else.

Writing is a big passion of mine and I would love to write requests for any of you! If you listen to everything above then we can all get along and everything will remain easy and smooth sailing!

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fangirlings-things · 3 years

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Constantly wearing/stealing Lex Miller's leather jacket would include headcanons

@lunamooney2406 said: Could I please request headcanons for Lex Miller from Deadly Class where the reader is constantly wearing/stealing his leather jacket?

A/N: heyy, love!! I love Lex, thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy this 💖

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The first time it happens, Lex is mad

His favorite jacket just disappeared from his room and he is all cursing and shouting, until he sees it was you who had stolen it

At first, he is shocked

Not by the fact that you stole it, no, that was expected. You were close friends and were always getting things from one another without asking

His surprise was due to the way that seeing you in his jacket made him feel

Not that he never felt attraction towards you, you were a very attractive person, he knew that

But in that moment, in his clothes, he realized that perhaps his attraction was more than just simple desire

Perhaps, feelings could be involved

And, uh, as a King's student, feelings were not something that had a great priority in his life

So he ignores it, both the feeling and the fact that you stole his jacket. Eventually you give it back, everything goes back to normal

Lex pushes that memory to the back of his mind and pretends it never happened

Until, it happens again

And then, Lex couldn't ignore just how he felt

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cherry-soobs · 3 years

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hello! i just stumbled across your account, and i was wondering if you could write a female!reader piece for lex miller (deadly class) i’m a simp so maybe a cute domestic imagine? lots of love <3

here you go !! ty for requesting !! hope you enjoy :DD

"Five more minutes."

A voice groaned out from behind you after you tried to stand up. Lex pulled you closer as you struggled. You finally gave up after a few tries and snuggled even closer to the boy. Turning around to face him, you gazed at his face for a few seconds, taking in every little detail.

"Good morning, love."

His dark eyes slowly opening—clearly still groggy.

"Good morning, Lex."

You whispered, raising your hand to rest it against his cheek. Lex smiled at the action and took your hand in his before placing a kiss on it. You stayed like that in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't everyday that you get to experience this much peace—especially with the life you two held. But at the end of the day, you both managed.

It went on for a few seconds before Lex rolled over you, you wheezed as you felt his weight press down on you.

"You're heavy, get off!"

You lightly smacked his arm. He laughed and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Finally getting off of you, you stood up to stretch your arms. Lex sat up in his bed and placed his arms around your waist—not wanting to let go of you yet.

"Are you going to stay again tonight?"

"Lex, we have class tomorrow."

You murmured as you ran your hands through his ungelled hair. Lex sighed at this, still not letting go. Understanding that this'll last for more than a few seconds, you sat down on his lap. Lex rubbed your sides as he gazed at your eyes. Leaning in to whisper.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Your life wasn't perfect, far from it really. But as long as you have Lex, it was as perfect as it could get.

#deadly class #deadly class imagine #lex miller #lex miller x reader #deadly class x reader #reader insert #deadly class fluff

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elle-recommends-things · 2 years

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Rec Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Deadly Class

House of the Dragon

Moon Knight

Outer Banks

Peaky Blinders

Star Wars

Stranger Things

The Last of Us

The Mandalorian

Top Gun: Maverick

#spencer reid x reader #marcus lopez arguello x reader #lex miller x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin x reader #poe dameron x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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bonesofapoet · 3 years

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hi! so i’m completely obsessed with your writing, i drop everything when you post lmaoo. please could you do a little imagine for lex (deadly class) because i’m a simp and he’s hot so 😳 do you think it could be a enemies to lovers kinda scenario, but nobody’s shocked abt it? thank you, and have a lovely day <333

I Can See the Fire in Your Eyes

[lex miller x you]

author’s note: thank you so much aw!!! sorry it took me so long to write this, but i hope it brings a little smile to your day :) swearing, being set on fire, normal assassin school stuff

word count: 382

“Just in case anyone needed a reminder: this place is a fucking nightmare.”

The words left your lips before you could stop them, but the attention you commanded was not because of your voice.

Sometimes, love arrived in a flurry of fluttering butterflies, a whirlwind of confessions to sweep you off your feet, or a slow and steady crescendo that made a home in your heart. Sometimes, it was a classic love story gift wrapped with a bow.

Other times, love arrived during an explosion and set your hoodie on fire.

Everything happened quite quickly after that, when the room registered what was happening. The hands that reached for you, the ground that seemed so far away, suddenly centimeters away from your eyes wide open. The heat barely registered, the blinding orange and white only a blur in your eyes.

Then there was an opaque, hazy halo around you, one that burned your eyes and clung to your throat. The figure that tackled you to the ground, extinguished the fire. You could make out leather, light glinting off studs and metal and body jewelry that was arguably more of a hazard, than the fire. You could have been impaled, to boot.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was distant, your perception of the world still a little off, as the adrenaline slowly slid away and your mind caught up with the world around you.

Lex had set you on fire.

“Yeah,” you said, though a little unsure. You were probably fine. “You set me on fucking fire.”

He was staring at you, as the smoke cleared, hands gently around your shoulders. Eyes wide, unreadable.

“You – you dared me to blow that thing up!” he sputtered. His grip on your shoulders tightened.

“Yeah! But not me with it!”

Lex paused, took in your singed hoodie, your wild, frazzled expression. There was a little soot on your cheek from the fall, and he realized – well, shit.

He could have killed you.

An apology left his lips, all soft and sweet when he pulled you into his arms. His grip was tight, unrelenting. You clung back immediately, forgetting there was a small audience gathered behind you, until-

You could hear the smirk Marcus wore when he said, “I fucking knew it. Pay the fuck up, Saya.”

#deadly class imagine #lex miller imagine #kas writes #uhohscarlett #lex miller x reader

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gangrenados · 3 years

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J and Lex Miller from Deadly Class please?

J. When words aren’t enough.

The night was so beautiful, stargazing always made you forget about the shitty life you had here in King's Dominion.

You rubbed your wounded arms, although everything was nice, the cold air was starting to bother you." I told you t bring a jacket, but you never listen."

Lex's voice ended with the silence and as always, it had his bitter touch in it. He was standing in the edge of the building, watching lazily how slowly life was being outside the school and the way the neon lights mixed with the streets ones.

"Ah fuck off." You said and Lex turned around just to make sure you would be able to see him rolling his eyes." You're so mature Lex..."

With a sigh Lex walked up to you, was he annoyed? Just a little bit, but that feeling has become a constant since the day he put a foot in this hell hole.

"Take this." He handed you his jacket, but you didn't take it right away. This was so out of nowhere, Lex isn't like this, did he took something so strong that changed his behavior?

"You sure?" Lex nods, throwing his jacket ove your lap before he sits beside you. So you just only shrugs as you putt on this black leather full of spikes and skulls.

Neither of you say nothing for a while, everything is back at the weird calmness that filled the rooftop had a while ago. You steal a glance at Lex, even when he's trying to pretend he's not cold, his body betrays him.

"Come here" you simply says and Lex can't help but gasp when you throw and arm around him and engulf him into a hug.

Lex is now in your lap, his head resting on your thigh and he's looking at you with a shocked expression. Yeah, he doesn't have any problems messing around with others, but when someone does this kind of thing to him it always leaves him speechless.

Why his heart is beating so fast?, he doesn't get it and those old thoughts about you are starting to come back again." Why are you looking me like that?" You giggle.

Well, fuck maybe Billy was right and maybe what Lex feels for you is more than a little appreciation. Could it be that he's crush on you?

"Uh, for no reason?" Lex says and he hates that his mind is getting foggy.

This is weird, Lex doesn't know what to do, but one thing he's sure about is that he doesn't want to leave your side. You don't have to be aware of that of course.

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scripts4dreamers · 4 years

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Invisible String

AN: Just some fluffy goodness because love fucking rocks. Characters: Lex Miller Pairing(s): Lex x reader Spoiler(s): none

Warning(s): None

Prompt: “hey! how are you? have you any plans for the end of summer? recently i've been feeling a bit down, idk why, maybe because i'm going to school soon :/ anyways, could i request some realyyy fluffy domestic shit w Lex? thank you! i hope you have a lovely day!” for @uhohscarlett

Inspiration: Invisible String by Taylor Swift

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By the time you wake up, the sun is already high, peeking through the thin white curtains of your room and soaking into your skin. You sigh, still in that comfortable space between awake and asleep, and turn your head to face Lex. He looks younger when he’s sleeping, you noticed fondly, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your head. His skin had taken on some colour over the past few weeks, and the spray of freckles across his face were more noticeable than ever. It had become your personal mission to count them all but, unfortunately, Lex seemed to be allergic to staying still long enough for you to get a solid count done. He muttered something in his sleep, a string of meaningless syllables that could have been your name, and you felt your heart swell with love.

Slowly, doing your best to detangle yourself from Lex without disturbing him, you crept out of bed, throwing a silky robe over your pajamas and padding through the apartment to the kitchen. It was a beautiful place, one of your family’s many overseas properties, tucked away in the artist’s sector of Bergamo, Italy. It had been a nightmare convincing Lex to let you bring him but, once you’d stepped off that plane and landed on italian soil, it had been paradise. You hummed to yourself as you flitted about the kitchen making fresh coffee. You never really drank coffee at King’s, they only had the instant stuff that made your tastebuds scream but here, on holiday, it had become a part of your routine. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing the apartment in golden light and illuminating the hastily discarded clothes strewn across the floor from the night before. It was cozy, and safe, and you kind of loved it there, especially when you felt two arms wrap gently around your waist and pull you flush against Lex’s bare chest.

“Morning, you,” you giggled as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and squeezed you tight.

“Good morning, darling,” he replied, his voice still thick with sleep, “why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve helped.”

You shrugged, pouring a cup of coffee and turning to face him, leaning against the counter. He always looked so soft and vulnerable in the morning, before his hair was gelled up, when all he had on was a pair of sweatpants and he clung to any affection you gave him like an octopus. It was a side of himself that he only ever let you see and you’d die before you betrayed the trust he’d put in you.

“You hate coffee,” you reminded him teasingly as you took a sip, “last time you tried to make it you almost broke the filter.”

Lex flushed and rolled his eyes, “That’s hardly my fault, love, it’s a confusing contraption.”

“It’s literally not,” you laughed, “there’s nothing simpler than filter coffee, nothing.”

“There’s instant.”

You shook your head, “Instant coffee isn’t coffee, it’s coffee flavoured water, we’ve been over this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Lex conceded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, “lucky for me, seeing you every morning is all the boost I need to get me through the day.”

You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide how happy you were, which earned a fond chuckle from Lex. He was disgustingly romantic, really. He had been since the moment you’d met but, for some reason, being in Italy with you seemed to crank it up to the max. Every day it was something new; buying you flowers at the market, leaving little love notes all over the house, cooking for you when you were too tired, running hot baths, anything he could do to show his love, Lex was doing. You’d have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it.

His dark eyes were sparkling with fondness as you watched him, sipping your coffee in silence as he bustled about the kitchen, whipping himself up a cup of tea.

“See something you like, darling?” he teased, sending a cheeky wink your way, “Cause you know everything here’s available for purchase.”

“Oh you know I do,” you teased back, “and, if last night is anything to go by, I’d say you’re pretty close to priceless.”

He chuckled. His back was to you as he stirred in a spoon of sugar but that didn’t stop you from seeing the flush that crept up his neck and shoulders at your compliment. Even after all the time you’d spent together, it was still so easy to get Lex flustered. You stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the space between his shoulder blades, and he hummed contentedly in response as you breezed by him, getting everything ready for your breakfast.

Once Lex’s tea was brewed, he linked his fingers with yours and helped you cart the bread, cheeses and fruits out onto the little balcony which overlooked the street, placing everything gently on the small table that sat out there in the summer. It was still early enough that the sun wasn’t punishing yet, just warm and golden, and you sat, sipping your drinks, and watching the neighbourhood come to live around you. As always, Lex kept one hand on your thigh at all times, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift shut as he soaked in the sun. He looked like a cat, stretching out and getting comfortable in the warmth, safe in the knowledge that there was nothing to do except talk and enjoy one another’s company.

It was such a change from King’s.

Lex opened his eyes, sensing the subtle shift in your mood and shooting you a questioning glance.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” he asked.

You smiled, resting your hand on top of his on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze, “Of course, love. I just-” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t want to go back,” Lex said, with a knowing glint in his eye.

You nodded, “It’s just so peaceful here. Everything feels so...right.”

He smiled, “That’s ‘cause of us though. It doesn’t matter where we are , darling, so long as we’re together, we’re golden.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Lex laughed, turning his chair to face you and taking one of your hands in both of his, “look, I know I’ve been a right sap this summer, and you’re probably getting sick of hearing me say this stuff but, I love you, Y/N. More than I thought possible. Being back at King’s won’t change that.”

“Won’t it?” you asked, your voice small.

Lex leaned forward, cupping your face with his hand and running his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek.

“Not even if we tried.”

You smiled, feeling another rush of love and, on impulse, launched yourself into his arms. Lex laughed like a kid on Christmas and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap as you wound your arms around his neck. It was comforting and safe and familiar and, as you breathed in his earthy scent, of tea leaves and soap, you felt the little knot of tension in your chest dissolve. You rested your head on Lex’s shoulder, letting his arms sliding up and down your thigh soothe you as the noises of the day started to filter in from the nearby market. You thought about the dinner you might cook, and what sort of spices went best with eggplant, as an overpowering sense of belonging started to settle into your bones. It was heavy and thick, but in a sort of nice way, like it was anchoring you instead of weighing you down and, for the first time, you let yourself picture the rest of your life with Lex.

At a place like King’s, the rest of your life was a shaky promise to make, even to yourself but, there, on that balcony, you wanted to make it. You wanted a life with Lex, a real one and, as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, you let it sink in that that might’ve been what he wanted too. You wanted to say something, something to signify the way you were feeling, but everything seemed too cliche, too sickly sweet for you and Lex, who had always been a little on the gritty side.

“Promise me we’ll come back here?” you eventually asked, “One day, once we’ve graduated and started our lives.”

Perfect. It wasn’t much but it was something. It said that you wanted to still be together in a few years' time, that you wanted to build your future with him, no matter what that meant. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was something.

Lex was silent for a moment, hooking his finger under your chin and guiding your face up to his.

“You sure that’s what you want?” He asked.

You nodded, feeling the heat rush to your face at the way he was looking at you.

His answering smile was gentle, but radiant, filling you up with love and tenderness so intense that you had to smile back.

“Then of course we will, darling,” he said, “I promise.”

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myriadimagines · 4 years

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Tease

Deadly Class One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Lex Miller

Other Characters: Petra Yolga, Billy Bennet, Marcus Lopez Arguello

Warnings: smoking, swearing, alcohol consumption

Request: @jordsie — “My oneshot idea was for a Lex Miller x reader piece where him and the reader have had a bit of a friends with benefits thing going for a while but, when she admits to having real feelings, he freaks out and calls everything off even though he does have some of those feelings himself. Mutual angst ensues, and then eventually (maybe after someone else tries with Y/N?) they get together.”

Word Count: 2,367

A/N: i miss deadly class hgnhgnghnggggg which i say like at least once a day. anyway, thank you so so much to @jordsie for donating to Reclaim The Block, you’re amazing! if you would like to request a one shot of your own, please read this post!

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Your name: submit What is this?

“And now the party’s officially started!”

You let out a loud groan as Petra rolls her eyes beside you, and the two of you look over your shoulders as you see Lex burst through the door to the rooftop, arms thrown up in the air as Billy and Marcus trail behind him, shaking their heads with teasing smiles on their faces. Lex jokingly wrinkles his nose as his eyes land on you, and Lex asks, “What are you boring lot doing up ’ere?”

“Trying to mentally hype ourselves up to go to Shabnam’s party.” Petra responds through a puff of smoke, and she passes her cigarette to you as you watch Billy sidle up to Petra. He eagerly nods along to what she’s saying as she continues, “I don’t understand why you idiots want to go. Shabnam’s nothing but a try hard.”

“Yeah, ugh, Shabnam.” Billy pulls a face, trying his best to impress Petra. “We hate him. Right?”

You and Marcus can’t help but exchange a knowing glance, and Marcus chuckles as the both of you know that Billy’s crush on Petra is more evident than ever as Petra shoots him a confused look. Shrugging, Marcus gives you a little nudge as he responds, “Whatever. A party’s a party. It’s about time we blow off some steam.”

“And I take it you’re going to be there?” you turn to look at Lex, putting on a nonchalant tone as you raise an eyebrow at him. Lex’s goofy grin creates a smile on your own face, and you try your best to keep a straight face as Lex slings an arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake.

“Well, of course! I’m not one to miss a party.” Lex responds, pulling you close to him despite your attempts to shove him away. He laughs, and teases, “Come on, don’t be like that, love. I know you want me at that party.”

You pointedly roll your eyes, finally managing to shove his body off yours as you tell him, “Fuck off.”

Lex throws his head back in laughter, and you duck your head, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. You avoid Petra’s suspicious gaze that falls upon you as you hand the cigarette back to her, and you divert your attention to the view from the rooftop. None of your friends are aware of the little arrangement you have with Lex, secretly hooking up in the dead of the night, dragging each other into empty classrooms for desperate kisses. You know you’ve come close to getting caught, but perhaps that’s what you love most about it. The adrenaline and the rush of sneaking around week after week.

But that’s not the only thing you love. You may or may not have feelings for Lex himself, too.

“We gonna get a move on or what?” Lex asks, jostling Petra as she drops her cigarette, putting it out from under her boot. “Come on, lads, let’s go!”

Lex spins on his heel, leading the way as he makes his way off the roof, and you bite back a smile before reaching for Petra’s arm, tugging her along with you as you all make your way to the party.

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You flop against the couch, taking a sip from your cup as you watch the party unfold before you. There’s a mix of everyone from King’s, Rats and Legacies alike, and you flip off a member of the Dixie Mob as you notice one of them scowling at you. Scoffing into her drink beside you, Petra shakes her head as she mutters under her breath, “Remind me why we’re here again?”

You open your mouth to respond, when you suddenly notice Lex in the corner of the room, lingering in the doorway as your eyes meet. He raises an eyebrow at you, a signal you’ve become all too familiar with, and he nods his head down the hallway of Shabnam’s house before he disappears. You gulp down the rest of your drink, straightening your top as you abruptly get up, and Petra looks up at you with wide eyes as she protests, “Where the hell are you going?”

“Come on, you’re a big girl, you can survive without me for a bit.” you tease, avoiding her question as you notice Billy walking over. Perking up, you beckon for him to come over as you continue, “Here, Billy will keep you company.”

Before Petra can protest, you’ve already darted away, leaving her with Billy as you weave your way through your drunken classmates. You duck into the hallway, tucking your hair behind your ears as you open the first door you come across. You quickly slam the door shut as you see a group of Kuroki Syndicate kids inside, who glare at you as you interrupt whatever discussion they’re having, and you shake your head as you head to the next room.

You peer inside, yelping as you feel a hand reach out to grab yours, and Lex shuts the door behind you before quickly pushing you up against the wall, crashing his lips against yours as you immediately kiss him back. You push his leather jacket off his shoulders as he quickly shrugs it off, and he mumbles, “Kept me waiting long enough, didn’t you, love?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you feign innocence, pulling away from him so you can smile at him, and Lex chuckles as he shakes his head.

“You’re such a tease,” he replies, before leaning forward to kiss you again, his hands roaming up your body as you stifle a gasp. You can taste the alcohol on his lips, which soon trail away from yours, and he presses kisses to your cheek, your jaw, and down your neck, and you tilt your head up as you run your fingers through his spiked hair.

“Fuck,” you breath out, and you swear you can feel Lex smirking against your skin as his hands pull your hips closer to his body. “I love you.”

The words slip past your tongue so fast you don’t even have time to think about stopping them. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and you feel Lex stiffen as he slowly pulls away, eyebrows furrowing as he asks, “What?”

You gulp, eyes wide as you feel your heart hammering in your chest. “I—”

“Shit.” Lex jerks back away from you, as if your skin is burning against his, and he fumbles to pick his jacket off the ground. “You… you don’t mean that, right?”

You open your mouth, yet no words come out. You can’t even deny it, can’t even pretend for his sake that you’re not in love with him, but you can’t take back the words now. You can’t deny your feelings any longer. You only wish you had been confronted with a different reaction.

“I do.” you finally blurt, and Lex’s face falls. “I… fuck, I do mean it! I… I love you.”

“No, no,” Lex paces through the room, his thoughts jumbling together as he doesn’t even know how to process everything. “This was supposed to be casual, yeah? Why’d you have to go and fuck it up?”

Your breaths become shallow as your vision becomes blurry with tears. Weakly, you try to reason with him, “Lex…”

“I’m leaving.” Lex abruptly interrupts you, pushing past you, and you try to lunge after him.

“Lex, wait!” you desperately try to reach out to grab him, but he slips past your fingers, rushing out the door as you defeatedly watch him run off, not having the energy within you to run after him. Covering your face in your hands, you spin around, falling against the bed inside the room. Tears prickle your eyes as regret and embarrassment washes over you, and you reach for one of the pillows. Burying your face into it, you let out a frustrated scream.

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Lex drags his feet through the hallway, head hung low as he shuffles back to his room. It’s been weeks since Shabnam’s party, weeks since you confessed to being in love with him, and he’s managed to avoid you since. Despite your overlapping friend groups, he’s managed to pointedly never be left alone with you, no matter how hard you try to talk to him. Figuring that cutting you out of his life completely is the only way to solve the issue, Lex is doing just that.

But the more he thinks about it, the more he realises he doesn’t even know what the issue is. Is that fact that you’re in love with him really a problem? Does he feel the same way about you, despite the fact the two of you initially agreed everything would be casual between the both of you? The questions swarm Lex’s mind to the point where he can barely think straight, and he shakes his head, as if trying to shake the questions out of his head.

He looks up momentarily as he turns the corner, and his eyes go wide as he sees you further down the hallway, shoving books into your locker. He freezes on the spot, and he flinches as you look up and spot him. You blink in shock, but just as you open your mouth to call his name, Lex quickly sprints away, disappearing back where he came from before you can stop him. Your shoulders slump, and you gulp as you slam your locker shut, feeling humiliated and rejected as you try to hold back tears.

“Hey, y/n.” a voice greets you, and you look up to see Marcus approaching you before he leans up against the lockers. He holds up a pack of cigarettes which he digs out from his blazer pocket, and he asks, “Want a smoke?”

You let out a sigh. Perhaps this’ll help you keep your mind off Lex. Nodding at Marcus, you respond, “Let’s go.”

—

You dump your bag on the floor as you and Marcus sit down on the rooftop, soaking in the orange glow of the sunset. You lean forward as Marcus offers you a lighter, and you can feel his eyes on you as he lights your cigarette up for you. You lean away, watching as Marcus lights up his own cigarette, and after a moment of silence, he asks, “So, you and Lex, huh?”

You tense up, and Marcus stifles a laugh at your reaction. “Come on. It was obvious.”

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes. “It’s over, anyway. Whatever it is that we had.”

The words sting you, but you try to ignore the pain, pretending that your heart isn’t splitting inside your chest. Marcus awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, and he quietly responds, “Yeah, I kind of figured.”

“He’s such an asshole.” you suddenly blurt, anger bubbling in your chest. “He doesn’t even have the decency to talk to me.”

Marcus shrugs. “You deserve better.”

It’s only then do you notice how close Marcus is sitting beside you, and you suck in a sharp breath as you slowly look up at him. He’s already looking at you, studying your expression, and your voice barely comes out as a whisper as you say, “Marcus…”

Maybe this isn’t so bad, you try to reason with yourself. Marcus is one of your friends, and maybe this’ll be a good distraction to get Lex off your mind. Marcus leans closer to you, his gaze momentarily falling to your lips before back up to your eyes, and you feel frozen in place before the sound of the rooftop door opening jolts the two of you apart. You both look up, alarmed, as you see Lex standing in the doorway, and you can’t quite decipher the look of hurt and betrayal that mixes in his expression as he sees you and Marcus. Jealousy swirls in his chest, as Lex wants nothing more than you to himself, and he can’t help but feel slightly crazy seeing you with someone else.

“Oi, Marcus. Fuck off, will ya?” Lex finally speaks, and Marcus’ eyebrows furrow as he opens his mouth to protest. He turns to look at you, shrug at him apologetically, and Marcus rolls his eyes as he collects his belongings and walks off, making a point of shoving past Lex’s shoulder as he does so. Lex approaches you, and you defensively fold your arms as you turn to look away, and Lex says, “Aw, come on, y/n.”

“Fuck you, Lex,” you spit, turning to glare at him. “You don’t talk to me for weeks, and now you’re just going to show up and interrupt me while I’m hanging out with other people?”

“Looked like a bit more than a hangout.” Lex points out, raising an eyebrow at you. “Didn’t know Marcus had a thing for you.”

“Well, it’s none of your business, first of all,” you scowl. “And secondly, why do you care? Since you’ve made it pretty clear you want nothing to do with me.”

“It’s not like that.” Lex tries to defend himself, and you let out a loud scoff.

“Are you serious?” you splutter. “I was the one who fucked everything up according to you, remember? Right before you stormed out an—”

Before you can continue, Lex suddenly grabs your face in his hands, kissing you. Despite how badly you want to push him away, you immediately melt into his touch, his touch you’ve been craving ever since the night of the party. You hate how quickly you soften into him, but as he pulls away, you feel as if all the air has been knocked out of you.

“I’m the one who fucked things up, alright?” Lex admits. “I love you too, okay? I was a bloody idiot not to realise it earlier, but I do love you, and I want you.”

You blink, in shock at his words. “Don’t be a tease. Do you really mean all that?”

“Yes.” Lex reaffirms, cupping your face in his hands. “I mean it, y/n.”

Your lips quirk into a smile, and you lean forward to kiss him again. And this time, it’s no longer desperate, but soft, and tender, and loving.

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romeulusroy · 4 years

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Jackass (Lex Miller Drabble)

Character/s: Lex

Word Count: 768

Requested: anon

Word Prompt/s: Lipstick

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: Thank you for requesting my love!!! I'm so sorry about the wait!!! I hope you're staying safe, looking after yourself, and I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

WANNA REQUEST A MINI FIC?

Parties never really were your thing. Not at your old school, not at any school, and especially not at Kings Dominion. Where alcohol and drugs met violent teenagers with vicious tempers and a want for any excuse to use what they'd learned in class. Maybe it would have been okay if you were a Legacy, a family name branded on your backside as a means of protection. Something that gave you power, that made you untouchable, provided you with a group, a gang, a clique who kissed the very ground you walked on and held a knife to someone's throat at your beck and call. Who defended you until they couldn’t anymore. You didn't have that, though. You were a Rat, the lowest of the low, a punching bag to the rest of the school, someone to wipe their feet on when they walked through the front door. You had your friends, but so little status. Anyone could break the rules, mess with you, hurt you, maybe even worse, and get away with it, all because of who their families were.

Somehow, your friends had talked you into going. Tired of the same old business, the school work, the labs and assignments, it was becoming mundane. Even firecrackers on the roof and pranks on the Legacies wasn't enough. But a party was, and everyone was invited. There was little you were interested in. Anything there you could get at school. Kids were constantly sneaking contraband in, everything from bottles and bottles of liquor to the sugary snacks Li forbid. Stuffed under beds, in drawers. For the right price, you get that and more. There was one thing you couldn't, though, and your friends used that against you. A party was the perfect excuse to impress someone, a chance to talk to them, maybe ask them out. . . .

A crush.

One with spiked hair and a cute British accent. He could annoy you to end, push all your buttons and more, and make you so frustrated you were sure you hated him. And yet, your heart beat out of your chest when he walked into a room. You forgot how to breathe when he spoke to you. He was all you ever thought about, no matter how much you tried to stop it, how much you wanted to ignore your feelings until they disappeared forever. Seeing him at this party, maybe it would be your once chance to ask him out, make the first move, impress him. Hopefully. So you went, dragged along by your friends, with full intentions of talking to Lex. . .

The house was massive, spanning the massive yard with a driveway that seemed to go on forever. It made you a little uneasy. Why would a Legacy open their home to you? Then again, walking in, seeing all the damage the party had already instilled, they clearly didn't care. It wasn't their money, why worry? Expensive looking cars parked in the manicured lawn, tire marks drawing up mud and flowers in its wake. Red cups discarded from the front steps onward, along with bottles and cigarettes littering the floors. Music made the walls vibrate just above the roaring of the crowds. It was crazy, a reminder of why you hated these kinds of things. Still, you wanted to see him once. It would make the madness worth it. Your friends handed you a cup, distracting you with dancing, with snacks, and mindless gossip. None of that mattered, though. You spent the night looking for one specific boy.

Finally you caught a glimpse of him. You followed him through the crowds splayed out in the kitchen and living room, to the front door. On the porch he sat with friends, relaxing, laughing, blubbering on about his newest conspiracy. His goofy self. You were going to grab the nearest place next to him, but something caught your eye under the flickering light. Lipstick, and not his color. . . . Screaming red across his mouth, down his neck, disappearing under his disheveled shirt. A name coming from his mouth, bragging to the people around him. A Legacy, someone who'd never admit to being the same room as him, let alone the same bed. Your Lex, the boy you'd liked since you first came to the school, the whole reason you were even here at all, putting up with the teenage egos, wearing someone's lipstick like a trophy. You set your cup down, leaving before he could see the anger and embarrassment in your face, your friends calling your name behind you.

Fuck this.

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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I'm Not Okay (Deadly Class) Billy Bennett x oc x Lex Miller

A/N: There aren't many Deadly Class fics since unfortunately the show got cancelled last year which saddned me a lot. My favorites are of course he punks of course! Billy and Lex. I have on wattpad the same book but the same title so if you want to support me there then you are welcome :) first chapter will be published here in the meantime.

"Hey come back here you brat!"

I laughed as I ran away from the man and hid in an alley and climbed my way up the stairs and into my small home I found a few months back. The place isn't the nicest or cleanest but it's home to me, there's a roof above my head and that's all that matters. Life hasn't been easy for me but I've tried my best to stay alive, I do wish i'd have clean clothes and a nice bed to sleep in.

Or a few friends...I kicked the dirty clothes away from my feet and sat next to the open window and stared down at the man that was searching for me. "What an ass." I took out my money and counted out and saved it on the small lunchbox I have. There's still so much to go.

I have almost 500 dollars but I need more to leave this place. I'm just 16 and here I am still a street rat and wandering the streets to stay alive.

Soon it began to rain and I watched from above some people getting their umbrellas or running across the streets to make it into their cozy home..I places my headphones on began listening to some music on my cassette player.

I've grown fond of this alternative music and i've seen how awesome their style is and how let it look on people. I want to be like them. I hate everyone for the way they treated me, how my parents gave up on me when I was a baby and left me at the steps of a church.

The sound of the music and rain made me feel sleepy. I yawned and crawled over to my matress, adjusted the pillow and rested my head on it. I stretched my hand and turned off the small lamp making the room around me just a bit darker. Since I had no curtains I would have to sleep like this and get used to the cold.

*************

I ended up falling asleep...but as I was about to turn around and sleep some more I felt a presence in my room and that I was right. There was a figure standing by my window staring out, I shot up from my matress and as quietly as I could I grabbed my knife and aimed it towards him.

"I've been keeping my eye on you." The man said right when he turned around and dodged my knife. "How the fuck did you get in?! And who the hell are you?"

I felt something smack my back and I whinced when he stared at me, his expression hard to read. "Language." was all he said while I continued to try and stab him.

"You're a hard one to catch."

"Shut the fuck up-" I felt a hard smack on the back of my head and fell to the floor and last thing I saw was the man slowly walking towards me.

Slowly I opened my eyes and tried jumping out but I saw I was tied up to a chair and I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw the man from earlier sipping some tea and glaring at me. "Where the fuck am I? and who are you? Did that man send you the one I stole from?"

The man sighed to himself and placed his cup of tea down and placed his hands together. "I'm going to be forward here. I had been keeping an eye on you for weeks, your abilities and your way of fighting isn't bad, but they'll easily get you killed.."

This guy stood up and I remained staring at him, "The way you stand and hold the knife isn't tight enough and the way you try to approach your victim is easy to read. Anyone strong enough could have ended you. You've been living on the streets and been saving up am I right?"

My mouth fell open and made me question him even further, "Aha?...Who are you?"

"Can you call me, Master Lin. I'm here to offer you a deal, you'll be fed every day, have a bed, all the necesities you need. In exchange you'll enroll at my school and become an assasin."

With a single slice he cut off the ropes tying me and I stood up and stared up at the serious man. "..Sure why not? It'll be easy." I wave my hand which made him raise an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and began walking away. I was quick and followed him onto the bathroom.

Don't you dare try something funny on me. I held my knife up ready to attack so Master Lin turned around and moved my hand down so I would stop aiming at him. "Here is your uniform and everything else you need to prepare for classes. Classes start in about 4 hours so I believe it will give you time be ready. I have your belongings back in my office so when you are done make sure to head back. I'll have two students show you around the school and to your dorm." Master Lin was quick and left me alone in the bathroom. It was small but it's all I need to get myself ready.

I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in a while and saw my reflection. My entire clothes were dirty and stained with mud, my black long hair messy in knots and sticking to my face, and my pale face covered in dirt and sweat. Slowly I peeled my dirty clothes off and threw them at a trash can nearby.

Down I saw my new belongings and saw the schools uniform and other products I needed and I couldn't help bht smile when I saw hair dye. Did master Lin really give me as gift? Just by looking at him I can tell he's a stoic man who likes authority but I'm happy he gave me this.

I read the instructions and did as they told. I bleached my entire head and placed the dye color I always wanted and stepped into the shower. I opened the curtain and stepped onto the floor and sighed relieved when I felt hot water. "This feels nice." I smiled and begsn rubbing my skin and saw how the dirtiness of it was washing itself away.

It felt nice but I had to be ready quick since I stayed in jere for almost two hours. I bloe dried my new hair and couldn't help but stare at me new appearence. "Whoa." I touched my clean face and my hair. I look so different.

Master Lin's uniform kinda looks good on me. I had on the white button up shirt, black tie, the schools jacket, black skirt with black knee high socks and black combat boots.

Quickly I made it to his office and he stared down at me. Does this man ever smile? "I hope you liked your little gift. There will be new clothes in your with everything I said. Your classmates are outside." Master Lin opened the door.

"Seriously! why the bloody hell do we have to take our time off to show some rat around-" Two guys my age were standing there. The one with a mohawk and green hair turned around once the door opened and punched the one who kept talking.

"Shut up." Master Lin glared at them and the other guy turned around. "Whoa." The one with spiky hair said and held a neon pink backpack and slowly handed it to me which I took.

"This is your backpack and all your notes are already in." We heard Master Lin tell us. I blushed when I felt both boys stares on me. Master Lin shut the door and left us three alone.

"Sick hair." The one with green hair complimented with a smile.

"T-Thank you." I smiled back. I dyed my hair pink. The one with spiky hair smirked and wrapped an arm around. "You can call me, Lex, love. Welcome to Kings Dominion."

"Hey hey don't go touching her. My name is, Billy." He said shaking my hand. I felt my face go red. I've never met two attractive guys before. Punk guys.

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Alice but you can call me whatever you'd like." I said managing to not stutter. I noticed Billy's eyes and noticed one is green and the other blue. While Lex's are a dark brown like mine.

"Nice to meet you then love. How about we call you..rat!" I stared at Lex confused. "Why rat?" I ask either of them

"Come on don't be so mean or it that's your way of flirtying you're doing a terrible job. Why not go with Alice or Ally?"

"What do you mean? I'm a professional when it comes to being a flirt." Lex said attacking Billy and holding him down. "Why did you call me rat?" Lex stop and lets go of Billy who stands back straight.

"You're a rat like us. We're the weird outcast group of the school and no one really pays attention to much. They're all the assholes of this place and we're the smart ones." Lex smirks walking next to me.

We began walking around school which I assumed was lunch hour and saw some people giving us weird looks. "We were wondering which group you'd fit in. So as soon as we saw your look we knew you'd be a rat." Billy tells me.

"With your pink hair you're sure to gain some attention. Instead of groups we call them legacies here. There's the Soto Vatos, The Preps, Dixie Mob, Final World Order, Kuroki Syndicate, The Hessians and then there's us, The Rats." Lex explained as we walked past these groups and saw most of them giving us dirty looks especially a girl with curly blonde hair chewing some gum. Billy told me her name is Brandy Lynn. Now I hate her.

Out of all the groups the won that caught me more attentiom was the Kuroki or The Yakuza as Billy puts it but they don''t accept any random person on their team from the looks of it. I glanced over and saw a girl with black short hair and tattoos on both her sleeves.

"Here are the lockers which I like to blow them up. It's hilarious to see all these assholes trying to kill you." Lex laughs and we stopped.

"This is my and Billy's dorm. You're lucky that your room is across from ours love. We'll be having tons of fun." I felt myself go flustered when Lex winked at me and Billy smiled.

"I'm honestly jealous of your dorm." Billy opened mine so I could look and saw that it was neatly done, it was small meaning only I would be the one sleeping here. That's a relief.

"You don't need a dorm partner unlike me. I have to share mine with this dick." Billy jokes. The bell rang and the halls were filled with everyone walking around. "Once classes are done, make sure to head to the rooftop there's where we hang around. We're so glad to have a new fellow rat around this dump." Lex once again wrapped his arm around me and Billy messed up my hair.

I don't know what I got myself into but I finally made some friends and I have a feeling I'll become closer to Lex and Billy...I'm so happy I chose to be here at Kings Dominion.

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