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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.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being complete opposites with your sister Petra:

A plague, that's what your sister so kindly called you. You didn't mind, at least not completely, knowing her love language was insults and petty teasing. That was just who Petra was, and as much as it annoyed her, you loved her for it. No one knew you were siblings at first, even as they got to know you, they questioned if you really were genetically related. While she was a gray cloud passing through the halls, you were more than happy to chat with anyone, ask how their day was, if they needed help with homework, putting apples on teachers desks and complimenting them on the smallest of things. Lex joked they questioned if you were related because you were actually likable, but she didn't think so. You were too happy, always smiling, way too optimistic, putting your trust in everyone when they didn't deserve it. In a place like this, it could get you killed. Where others saw goodness, Petra regretted seeing weakness. . . .

[myriadimagines]

[x] // requester: anonymous // request here

IMAGINE: THE RATS BEING SHOCKED WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU AND PETRA ARE DATING.

You and Petra don’t even have time to jump apart from one another as Lex practically kicks down her bedroom door, charging inside with Billy and Marcus trailing after him. You can see the shock in your friend’s faces as they realise they’ve caught you and Petra in a compromising position, mid make-out, and you quickly straighten your clothes as Petra glares at them. Throwing a pillow at Lex, she scowls, “Do you guys know how to knock?”

“How long have you and y/n been together?” Billy splutters, unable to stay quiet, and Petra rolls her eyes as you let out a sheepish chuckle. The two of you had been hiding your relationship for some time, but you figured it was only a matter of time before your friends found out. 

“Couple months.” you shrug, trying to stay nonchalant as Billy’s eyes widen further. 

“Hot.” Lex wiggles his eyebrows, and you let out a groan as Petra throws another pillow at his head. 

[gangrenados]

Girls night headcanons with saya, maria, and petra please!!!

•It was kinda of hard to get Petra to hang out with them, the main reason because Petra despised the legacies thanks to the lots of hatred and bullying she got from them.

•She always act like she didn't give a fuck of what others thought about her, but you can clearly see her insecurities and fears at the way she crosses her arms over her chest and acts so negative about every little detail that María or Saya may chuckle about.

•It's not about one of them brings up a topic Petra likes that she enters in the conversation, gaining a light grin from Saya as María follows the conversation excited.

"I was starting to worry about you!" She said with a smile, making feel Petra more welcomed into your little group.

•Your girl nights consists in sneaking out to go to a club, you know dance until your feet hurt, drink and get high, also just driving down town with loud music, saving enough money to go to the cinema or just staying in some of your dorms until it's too late and you decide to call it a sleepover.

•Petra will slowly but surely introduce you all to her goth bands and style, Maria is not too fond of it, but goth bands are Saya guilty pleasure.

•Gossiping about the school and some of the people there and annoying Petra with the fact that Billy and Lex are heads over heels for her (please don't bring up Marcus, it causes some tension)

•Sometimes you even hang out in the rooftops, playing a stupid board game when you're too tired of trying to get out of King's.

•You sometimes talk about a possible future when you're all alive and living your best life. María brings up her desire to have a family, while Saya rolls her eyes at her claiming that she will be the cool woman who rides her motorcycle till the sun.

•Petra usually stays quiet, but sometimes she says she would like to have a calm life with a partner, far away from San Francisco.

•However, at some point or another, they always end up talking about how their friendship will be evolved in her future lives.

[faebirdie]

Petra from Deadly Class headcanon request of her being best friends with a Prep Legacy? I feel like they’d have a fun dynamic

·      it’s a friendship grounded in understanding andmutual respect

·      you two grew close over your shared animositytowards brandy and the rest of her nazi gang

·      after that though you continue to bond over yourshared love of music and your shared traumas

·      there are lots of late nights spent just talkingabout anything and everything

·      you two feel more comfortable together than youdo with just about anyone else

·      she helps you out in your poison studies and youalways watch her back when it comes to the rest of the legacies

·      especially around the dance

·      being considered an outsider amongst the rest ofthe preps and legacies, but not caring all that much because of how much youcare about petra and the rest of your rat friends

·      you two study together in the library a lot

·      sometimes billy or lex will join you, which ofcourse means no actual studying gets done on these days

·      being the person she goes to for advice,especially about billy

·      sleep overs in your dorms spent listening tomusic and just letting some steam off

·      you help her out with kitchen duty on busy days

·      normally this ends with the kitchen being agiant mess and you two with flour all over

·      doing her makeup and letting her do yours

·      knowing that no matter what you have eachother’s backs

[gothicknightz]

“if life doesn’t kill you, something surely will” (m.a)

“run!”

the sound of feet pacing the street as onlookers and party-goers run about the streets as day of the dead continues on.

being spotted by the local coppers who all want your head isn’t the best place to start, especially for a homeless teen who burned down his entire orphanage full of kids.

couldn’t stand with the pressure of what they were going to do to me, i mean, with everyone in the city looking at me twice for longer than five seconds. i was just another roach in the city of san francisco’s skid row, only younger. 

one more day was all it took, one more night is all i had thought.

that one night brought me to a joint laced with angeldust, and cops on my head like a mother.

i didn’t ask to run for miles from cops to watch them being took down by some leather studded girl with street fighter skills.

i didn’t ask for all the trouble, getting bagged and all, plus, i’ve been made by cops and four kids. 

“don’t look like no psycopath to me.”

“can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“but you can judge one by its smell.”

[scripts4dreamers]

Being a legacy who’s friends with the Deadly Class crew would include...

Prompt: “hello could you do some headcanons for being legacy but being friends with the rats and the rest of the gang uwu!!!”

Being a legacy and being friends with the Deadly Class gang would include:

Being sent to King’s by your father as a kind of punishment for not taking the family business seriously enough.

Not really getting along with the other legacies from your crew because you find them pretentious and self involved.

Because of this you end up spending a lot of time on your own at first, just reading in the library or strolling around the city in your free time.

Getting a reputation as a bit of a kid genius in your grade because you pick up the work so quickly.

Developing a mild caffeine addiction to keep up with all the work you’re doing and minimize the amount of time you have to spend with the roommate you hate.

Meeting Saya during an AP class and making her laugh at all the sarcastic comments you mumble under your breath.

Meeting Maria at a party after you find her crying in the bathroom with Saya, and her opening up to you about Chico.

Earning both Saya and Maria’s respect by wordlessly smashing a bottle over Chico’s head and knocking him out cold.

After that you make sure to watch your back around Chico, but still check in on Maria to make sure she’s being treated well as much as you can.

Spending loads of time with Saya and Maria between classes or on weekends but, because they have crews of their own, still ending up spending most of your time alone at first.

Nearly getting run over by Billy in the hallway and him making you spill your coffee and drop all your things.

Billy laughing at the look on your face.

Swearing at him loudly and hitting him with your bookbag to make him apologise.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll watch where I’m going next time, Scary Mob Lady.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“My name is Y/N, not Scary Mob Lady.”

Billy walking with you to class and thinking that you’re really funny.

Being really confused when he sits next to you, but just kind of going with it.

Billy dragging you over to meet the others during lunch.

After one lunch you’re pretty sure you’ve finally found a group that you can really be yourself with, even if you’d never actually admit that to them.

Bonding with Marcus over music and family dramas and protecting him from the Vatos as much as you possibly can.

Becoming really close to Petra and sitting together in almost every class.

Lex thinking you’re good fun and trading creative insults back and forth whenever you’re together.

But really you genuinely do care about each other.

Letting Billy teach you to skateboard on the roof.

Painting Lex’s nails for him while you chat about the politics of the punk movement.

“Can you two shut up and get back to helping me with this Demolition project please?”

“Do your own bloody homework, Marcus, I’m busy educating this heathen on the majesty that is the british punk scene.”

“You know I’m not actually listening to you anymore, right?”

Helping Petra do her makeup in the morning and helping Billy and Lex dye their hair whenever it starts to fade.

Marcus bringing you comics that he thinks you’ll like from the shop no matter how many times you tell him that he doesn’t have to do that.

Petra lending you her jewelry pestering you to let her put you in proper goth makeup.

Eventually caving and letting her do it.

Meeting Willie on the roof and clicking instantly.

Bonding over not feeling like you really belong with your respective crews and wishing you could have a different life.

Covering for him whenever you hear rumors going around that he’s not as tough as he pretends to be.

Protecting each other’s reputation and brokering an alliance between your families.

Having an unspoken agreement between you, Willie, Saya and Maria to try and keep the rats from getting picked on.

Lots of late nights that turn into early mornings in the city.

AFFECTION AFFECTION AFFECTION

These kids are ALL touch starved

Every single one.

Platonic hand holding, resting your heads on each other's shoulders, piggy back rides, playing with each others’ hair and just general platonic affection.

Being a little bit in love with each of them, and being a little bit in love with who you were with them too.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine spending detention with Petra:

You popped your gum bubble beside her, enjoying the way everyone around you perked up at the sound, startled in the midst of their boredom. Lin had locked you all together, an unlikely crew. Marcus doodled in his notebook, Viktor flicked paper footballs across the same desk Chico was trying to carve into, unsuccessfully, with a pencil. You would have been better suited to kill one another than to bond over anything, even if it was the kind of stuff that broke the rules. When you saw Petra in the back, your face lit up. She showed only a small grin, passing you a piece of gum. If you were going to be locked in this place with people you couldn't stand, at least you had your best friend to pass the time with. Together you waited for them to grow bored, tired, falling asleep, before popping another bubble. They didn't say anything, but you knew the threats were bound to come soon. Then things would actually get interesting.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine telling your friends about your crush on Petra:

Petra, really? You knew what it looked like from an outsider looking in. She could be a bit harsh, stand offish, she made it known if she didn't like you, and wasn't afraid to point out what she didn't like about you. You weren't sure if she didn't like you, but it hadn't been said to your face, so that gave you hope. Besides, you liked that she did that, that even a room full of the most dangerous teenagers you'd ever seen. She was confident and that made you blush. You just couldn't talk to her. Anytime you tried, gibberish came out, or stupid things you'd later curse yourself for saying. This party wasn't your only chance, but you couldn't wait any longer. With a little liquid courage, you'd get up the nerve to talk to her. Depending on how that went, you might even ask her out on a date, at least time alone to study together. You were desperate, your friends could see that in the way you looked at her. Regardless of what they thought, they were going to help.

[myriadimagines]

[x] [x] // requester: anonymous // request here

IMAGINE: HAVING A GIRLS NIGHT WITH MARIA, PETRA AND SAYA.

“So, Petra,” you and Maria lay across her bed as Saya and Petra look up at the two of you where they’re sitting on the floor. Petra raises an eyebrow at you, and you can barely hide your amused grin as you ask, “Billy and Lex? What’s going on there?”

Petra rolls her eyes at the mere mention of their names, and Maria excitedly claps her hands together as Saya can’t help but chuckle. It’s been a while since the four of you were able to have a night in, and you were definitely taken advantage of this quiet night. You had ordered takeout, and letting Maria do your makeup whilst Petra took a sip out of a flask Saya had snuck in. 

“What about them?” Petra grumbles, before taking another swig from the flask. She cringes, and Saya snorts as she takes the flask back, taking a drink before offering it to you. “They’re both immature idiots.” 

“Well, speaking of immature,” Saya pipes up. “Marcus can’t keep himself out of trouble, and it’s getting annoying. He’s putting my ass on the line.” 

Maria purses her lips, clearly conflicted about Marcus, and You and Petra share a glance, knowing very well about the weird situation going on between him, Saya and Maria, and you dissolve into laughter. Shaking your head, you vaguely remark, “The new boy is definitely stirring up some drama, that’s for sure.” 

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Petra taking care of you after a nightmare of heavy drinking:

You hadn't seen yourself yet, but you knew from the pounding in your head, the awful taste in your mouth, and something smelling an awful lot like peanut butter smeared across your cheek, it probably meant you were looking rough. It also meant you had a fun night. Petra sat over you, her makeup smudged, her hair disheveled, a drunken, sloppy grin across her face. Tissue in hand, she wiped your face, laughing at you, her words still slurred. You didn't know Petra very well, but at some point in the early morning when she woke from the floor, she decided you were the drunken party goer she was going to take care of until you were both sober and cleaned up, and it seemed like there was no changing her mind. You didn't mind though. She'd loosened up, becoming warmer, softer, more caring. And you needed that right now, at least until you could properly hold your head up.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being there after the Legacy dance:

She clung to you, her sniffles calming in your ear, slowing, finally calming down. What they did, it was awful, it was degrading, it was humiliating, and you were kicking yourself for not realizing it sooner. You should have been there to protect her, to look after her, find a way in just in case. But Petra was so excited, you'd never seen her so swept up in her own excitement, even if she knew she should have been at least a little cautious. Viktor was never one you or your friends could have trusted, but he seemed like he changed, and you hated the fact that you fell for it, too. You heard the commition, the laughing, the applause, and your heart sunk at the sight. The rest of your friends joined in on a raid, scaring them away. You apologized to her, but she just shook her head, falling into your arms. You should have been there, and you weren't. You would be though, you promised her you'd never let her get hurt like that ever again.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine trying to make your friends blush with Petra:

"You have no idea the kind of sexual scenarios this brain has imagined."

"Nothing as dirty as what I can come up with, right Bill?" You nudged the boy beside you, who was so nervous he wasn't sure where to look or what to say. Billy's face had turned a bright red during this while conversation, one you and Petra made sure to say as loudly as possible so all could hear. Among the talk of classes and homework, weekend plans and parties, was the two of you. It was a fun little game you played. Neither of you had any shame at all, openly talking about your bedroom lives, adding a little glamor to spice it up. More often than not your friends could handle it, ignoring it or egging you on. It was your jobs to make them squirm, get as embarrassed as Billy. So far, Petra was winning after she made Maria and Saya absolutely disgusted. You had to find a way to get a few extra points, to get in the lead.

"We got one of them, at least."

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Lins child and having a crush on Petra:

You weren't sure how your father found out about your little crush. It wasn't something you ever brought up, nor was it the kind of topic you'd ever bring to him in the first place. You and your father had a distant relationship. He was closer to your sister, he was better to her. In some ways, he enrolled you in Kings Dominion not for your safety, but as a babysitter. He made you go by another name so there was even less affiliation. He wouldn't have to worry about you and he wouldn't have to look after you. That was okay though, because you never would have met Petra if you hadn't come. She was unlike anyone you'd ever met, becoming fast friends. You told one another everything, even the things you never thought you'd tell anyone. You had no idea your father paid enough attention to catch on that you were friends at all, let alone that you wanted to be something more. And yet, here he was, being especially hard on her, targeting her more than anyone else, making sure you were paying attention. He hoped you would lesrn your lesson. Sent here to learn, that's it.

[myriadimagines]

Preference: Deadly Class

— realising they’re in love with you

Characters: Billy Bennett, Lex Miller, Marcus Lopez Arguello, Maria Salazar, Petra Yolga, Saya Kuroki

Warnings: swearing

Requester: anonymous

Request: “Deadly Class Preference for Saya, Maria, Marcus, Billy, Petra and Lex realising they are in love with you – thank you for all the awesome stuff you make!”

A/N: you’re so sweet!! thank you for your kind words, and i hope you like your preference!!! 

— BILLY BENNETT

Billy realises he’s in love with you while the two of you are having a quiet conversation together about music. You’re all on the rooftop, with your other friends loudly laughing and dancing along to the music on the radio, while you’re sitting with Billy on the side talking about your hobbies and interests. Billy’s heart is pounding so loudly in his chest because of how close you’re sitting to him, and all he can think about is how cool you are and how happy he is to be talking to you. When you offer to show him you vinyl collection, Billy gets so incredibly excited, he doesn’t think he’s ever been happier. The two of you share a shy smile, Billy feels as though he’s on top of the world as he knows he’s completely in love with you.

— LEX MILLER

Lex realises he’s in love with you at a party. Right from the moment he sees you, it’s almost impossible to get rid of him, as he’s following you around the house rambling on about whatever he usually likes to get fired up about. He’ll shamelessly flirt with you, which you’ll just brush off and he’ll laugh about, but he’ll eventually lose you in the crowd while getting the both of you a drink. When he finds you again, he finds you and another person flirting, and Lex doesn’t think he’s been more jealous his entire life. He’ll try to play it cool, but he’ll relentlessly try to get your attention again, try to drag you away from whoever you’re with so he can have you to himself, because he loves you and doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

— MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO

Marcus realises he’s in love with your on the Vegas trip. He’s always known he’s been attracted to you, and that you’re one of his closest friends at King’s, but he’s never thought too much about his feelings for you past that. You take care of him while he’s having a particularly bad trip, and he shows up at your hotel room paranoid and out of his mind, with the only thing he can think clearly about is you. You rest him on your bed, trying to calm him down, and all Marcus can think about how beautiful you look and how you’re always so caring and kind towards him. Even when you’re chastising him about being so reckless with the drugs, he’s so enamoured by you, nothing else in the world matters, and in his hallucinatory haze, he realises that he’s in love with you.

— MARIA SALAZAR

Maria has always taken you a little bit for granted, and it isn’t until the Vegas trip and the whole thing with Chico that she realises how much she relies on you. One night, when she finds herself breaking under the pressure of being the new head of the Soto Vatos and trying to cover up Chico’s death, she finds herself knocking on your door, because you’re the only person she finds comfort in. She trusts you wholeheartedly, and feels like she can tell you all her fears and worries, and while she’s crying in your arms, she realises she’s never felt safer with anyone else. She ends up sleeping in your room that night, the both of you holding each other, and when Maria wakes up and sees you still asleep, she realises that she’s in love with you.

— PETRA YOLGA

Petra realises she’s in love with you on a seemingly quiet night on the rooftop. You’re all hanging out with your friends over cigarettes and shitty bear, and you’re sitting beside her, cracking bad jokes and jostling her with your arm. You’re probably the only person in the whole world who can get her to smile, something the rest of your friends pick up on, and even though she’ll roll her eyes at you or make some remark about how lame you are, she’s still biting back a smile. Later, when you get up and start goofing around with Billy, Petra will catch herself staring at you with her own goofy smile on her face, and in that moment Petra realises how happy you make her, how she can feel free to be herself around you, and how much she loves you.

— SAYA KUROKI

Saya has always been one to repress her feelings, so it takes her a long time to realise and admit to herself that she’s in love with you. She thinks her feelings are a weakness, so she’s tried unsuccessfully to keep you at a distance. She’s always been more protective of you, but it isn’t until you get hurt does she admit to herself how much she cares about you. She gets so terrified, more terrified than she knows she should be, but the thought of losing you hits her in a way nothing else ever has, and she knows in that moment she’s in love with you. She stays by your side through your whole recovery, and she’s angry at herself, for letting you get hurt, angry for not protecting you, and she feels like her heart doesn’t calm down until you are finally nursed back to full health.

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[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being hurt by Chester and dying in Petra's arms:

There was so much blood, too much, but you couldn't feel a thing. It was a small gratitude while you were dying, that the adrenaline protected you from feeling a thing. Your body was heavy, and limp, laying in Petras lap, her face growing fuzzy, fading. Chester left already, left you to die, moving on to someone else in that maze of a house. You both knew the knife went deep, that even if you managed to find your way out, there was little help you could get. The odds were against you. After all you'd been through together, this was how it was going to end. What a joke. Petra tried to stay strong, to smile, to make it seemed so much less scary than it was, but she couldn't help it. Tears filled her eyes, threatening to fall. She knew the reality of this, that she'd be walking out alone. All she wanted was to help stop Chester. If she'd known this was going to happen, that she'd be losing the most important person to her, she never would have gone. Your breathing was softer, more shallow, her hands sticky in red. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, this wasn't at all part of the plan.