#lexi howard

[sussiekins]

I fucking hate AI but look 😭😭😭

[captaindevii]

L.A. Nights (Fexi)

I'm really excited about this. English isn't my first language. I know the Fexi fandom is a bit dead, but I've had this idea for days. Let me know if you like it.

Enjoy🩷

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The air in the Hollywood Hills mansion was heavy with expensive perfume, sweet smoke, and a low bass vibrating against the glass windowpanes. Lexi clutched her phone against her chest like a shield, mentally reviewing her boss’s instructions. The premise seemed simple enough: keep an eye on Dylan Reid, prevent any scandal before Monday’s shoot, and prove she was ready to be trusted with directing a scene.

Yet the reality of the industry was merciless. When she finally managed to intercept Dylan near the bar to remind him of his wardrobe call time, the lead actor barely glanced away from his champagne glass, flashed a dismissive smirk, and dryly muttered, "Thanks, sweetie... remind me of your name again." He didn't even wait for an answer before slipping away into a circle of producers. The guests scanned her with condescension; her formal blazer and understated sneakers clashed entirely with the designer dresses and the sheer superficiality of the venue.

With her pride wounded and a suffocating lump in her throat, Lexi sought refuge in the side hallway leading to the back gardens. She was walking so lost in her own frustration that she turned a blind corner, crashing head-on into a broad, sturdy chest clad in an oversized hoodie.

"Take it easy, slow down... you're gonna break the floor," said a calm, raspy voice, disarmingly steady amidst the chaos.

Lexi looked up and met almond-shaped eyes and a prominent scar on his temple. He had just discreetly slipped an envelope into the pocket of a disheveled young guy before he walked away. With complete composure, he crouched down to pick up the notepad she had dropped, immediately noticing her rapid breathing and the tension in her shoulders.

He handed her the notebook and tilted his head, regarding her with a mix of curiosity and sheer bluntness.

"No offense, but... it's pretty clear you don't belong at these kinds of things."

Lexi took her notebook and furrowed her brow, crossing her arms defensively.

"You don't know me well enough to say that," she shot back firmly, looking him dead in the eyes. "You don't even know who I am."

Fez offered a subtle half-smile, holding her gaze unbothered by her tone.

"Maybe not. But I know how to spot someone real when they're surrounded by purely fake people. And you don't look like you wanna fake anything, miss."

Lexi pressed the notebook against her chest, feeling the heat rise up her neck. She had spent months working twice as hard as anyone else on set, swallowing everyone's egos, and enduring glances that made her feel invisible, only for a complete stranger in a baggy hoodie to try and summarize her entire life in two patronizing sentences.

"You know absolutely nothing about me," she repeated, lifting her chin with a sharp edge in her voice. "You don't know why I'm here, you don't know what I do, and I definitely don't need a stranger psychoanalyzing me in a dark hallway while selling stuff that clearly isn't legal."

He didn't even flinch at the scolding. He stepped aside to lean casually against the frame of the glass door leading out to the terrace, slipping his hands into his pockets. His expression showed neither mockery nor annoyance; he simply watched her with a disarming patience, as if he had all the time in the world and nowhere to rush.

"Hey, I'm not judging you, for real," he drawled in his characteristic slow cadence. "I'm just saying, the folks in there walk around like they own the place, but their eyes are empty. You walked in here like you were running out of a burning building and worried you forgot to turn off the lights. That ain't a bad thing. It means you actually give a damn."

Lexi parted her lips to counter him, a perfectly constructed rebuttal sitting right on the tip of her tongue, but the words caught in her throat. She was used to executives and actors ignoring her or talking down to her, but this guy’s unguarded honesty was something no production handbook had prepared her for.

"I'm working," she finally blurted out, trying to regain control and sounding far more defensive than intended. "It's my job to be here."

"Yeah, sure... you look like you're having the time of your life," Fez replied with a glint of irony, though without any malice. "By the way, I'm Fezco. But folks call me Fez. You got a name, or is that classified under work business too?"

Lexi pressed her lips tightly together, choosing to stay silent. She wasn't going to give her name away to a stranger dealing substances in a corner. Fez waited a second, tilted his head, and simply shrugged, neither pushing nor taking offense.

"Alright then, mystery lady. Take care of yourself," he said calmly before turning around and disappearing down the hallway with slow, steady strides.

Left alone in the dim light, the weight of the night crashed over her all at once. Lexi let out a long, shaky breath, feeling her eyes sting with tears. She wanted to cry out of sheer helplessness: the guy was right. She didn't belong in this world of excess and phoniness. But she didn't have time to fall apart; if Dylan did something reckless, the blame would fall entirely on her, and her shot at directing would vanish forever.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she headed back inside. The smoke and noise formed a thick wall. Desperate to track him down, she went up to the second floor and started knocking and opening doors at random, shutting them almost instantly between disgust and embarrassment as she stumbled upon people making out, frantic laughter, and bizarre scenes.

When she pushed open the last door at the end of the hall, the breath caught in her chest.

Sitting in a leather armchair was Dylan, disheveled and glazed-eyed. And standing just a couple paces away was Fezco.

"Hey there, Lily..." Dylan slurred upon seeing her enter, his words dragging behind a foolish grin.

"It's Lexi," she snapped back, her voice tight and sharp.

Her eyes dropped straight to the actor's hand, where he held a small bag of white powder that he had clearly just bought from Fez. Lexi shook her head, shooting Fezco a look laden with judgment and disappointment before turning back to the lead actor.

"I really don't think you should be doing that, Dylan. You have an early call time, and production can't cover up another scandal for you."

Dylan let out a harsh, dry laugh, completely wasted, and waved the bag in the air.

"Relax, boss... wanna join? There's plenty to go around, loosen up a bit."

Lexi swallowed hard, paralyzed by discomfort as the instinct to turn and run kicked in. But before she could take a single step back, Fezco’s firm hand cut in, snatching the bag straight out of Dylan's grip in one clean motion.

"Come on, man, leave her alone. It's plain as day she don't want none of that shit," Fez said coldly.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem? You literally just sold that to me!" Dylan protested, stumbling as he tried to get to his feet.

Fez didn't even blink. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the wad of crumpled bills Dylan had paid him, and tossed them carelessly onto the actor's lap.

"Well, now you got your money back. Deal's off," he stated flatly.

Pocketing the bag once more, Fez walked straight toward the exit. As he brushed past Lexi, he slowed his pace just for a fraction of a second, leaning in close enough so only she could hear.

"If I were you, I'd get out of here... you really shouldn't be in a place like this," he whispered right by her ear, his tone strangely protective.

Lexi stood frozen, still feeling the warmth of his voice against her skin as she watched him walk away down the hallway without looking back.

[saintsqueensbutchers]

I never did move on from this scene

[blueribbonbaby]

Fexi neighbours AU

[captaindevii]

I have this crazy idea for a Flexi AU—kind of inspired by Season 3—where Lexi is a TV show assistant and meets Fez at one of those celebrity parties; he sells drugs to the rich kids of Hollywood.

[captaindevii]

you're a very pretty girl (Fexi)

The cold air from the AC unit and the faint, constant smell of sweet tobacco and gasoline always filled the small gas station convenience store. Behind the counter, Fez was distractedly organizing a shelf of cigarette packs when the bell above the door chimed.

He was expecting just about anyone—someone looking for rolling papers, a guy grabbing a cold beer late at night, or some desperate junkie. But the figure walking through the door didn't fit the scene at all.

There stood Lexi Howard. She was wearing a perfectly pleated plaid skirt, a buttoned-up sweater so neat and well-pressed it looked brand new, and she was clutching a notebook against her chest like a shield. Fez recognized her instantly; she was Rue’s friend. The quiet girl who usually stayed in the background, watching everything with wide, attentive eyes.

Fez raised an eyebrow, completely thrown off. This ain't the right environment for a girl like her, he thought, watching her take a few hesitant steps toward the register.

"Lexi?" Fez asked in his usual slow, raspy drawl, leaning his elbows on the counter. "What you doing around here, girl? Don't tell me you're trying to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Lexi cleared her throat, feeling her palms sweating against her notebook.

"No. I... I don't smoke," she said quickly, her words tumbling out a bit faster than usual from the nerves. "I'm looking for my dad. He... well, he has issues. With the kind of things you sell. I thought maybe, if he’s been by here, you might know something. Or recognize him."

Fez’s expression softened just a fraction, his carefree look shifting into one of understanding. He knew that story all too well. He knew exactly what it felt like to carry the weight of someone you love while they destroy themselves.

"A lot of junkies walk through that door every single day, Lexi," he replied with quiet honesty. "To be real with you, it’s hard to remember all the faces."

"I understand." Lexi set her jaw, making a massive effort to keep her composure. She took a step closer to the counter. "If he does come by... could you just not sell to him? Please. If you see him alone, or if he looks bad... just don't sell to him."

Fez watched her in silence for a few seconds. There was a strange, sweet kind of bravery in the way she stood there, dressed in her perfect clothes, trying to protect a grown man who didn't know how to look after himself. Fez understood that better than anyone; he’d spent his whole life protecting the people he cared about.

He scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right words with his usual clumsy sincerity.

"Look, Lexi Howard... I’ve talked to you for maybe five minutes in my whole life, and I can already tell you one thing: that dude wasn't a real father to you. You're a very pretty girl, and honestly, I'm flattered you're even standing here talking to me in my store... but don't go crying over your piece of trash father. He ain't worth it."

Lexi froze. Fez’s brutal honesty caught her completely off guard, but the words "you're a very pretty girl"bounced around in her head with a sudden, loud force. All at once, the heavy tension in her chest dissipated, and she let out a small, nervous laugh, feeling a sudden wave of heat rush to her cheeks.

"Pretty?" she murmured, blushing furiously.

"Yeah, pretty," Fez repeated with total earnestness, leaning down to open the freezer beside him. "And so you don't leave here empty-handed or with a bitter taste in your mouth... here."

Fez pulled out an ice cream bar and handed it to her across the counter. Lexi blinked, looking at the ice cream and then back up at him, completely confused by the sudden gesture.

"I hope I get to see you again soon," Fez added, looking her dead in the eye. "Maybe on a date or something."

Lexi laughed again, a bit awkwardly this time, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she took the ice cream.

"Don't joke about that, Fez," she smiled timidly, figuring he was just trying to lighten the heavy mood.

Fez didn't smile back, but his gaze remained soft and entirely steady.

"I promise you, girl, I never make jokes about stuff like that."

[blueribbonbaby]

Maude Apatow as Lexi Howard behind the scenes of Euphoria

[captaindevii]

pink lady (Fexi)

The party's neon lights thudded against the walls of the house, but for Lexi, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. She adjusted the pink wig in front of the bathroom mirror before stepping out, remembering Maddy’s words: “Tonight you’re not the invisible girl from the hallways, Lex. With this on, you can be whoever you want to be.”

And, to her surprise, it worked.

Hidden behind that bright pink mane and a lipstick shade she would never have dared to wear on a normal day, she walked through the crowded living room. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her body as she turned heads with every step. It was a strange, almost unreal feeling: everyone was watching her with curiosity and fascination, yet no one knew that underneath the costume was Lexi Howard—the girl everyone usually walked right past at school. For the first time, anonymity didn't feel like a punishment; it felt like armor.

Looking for a breath of fresh air away from the noise and smoke, she drifted toward a quieter corner of the room. That was when she saw him.

Fezco was sitting on the edge of the couch, holding a red solo cup with his usual calm, imperturbable aura amidst the party’s chaos. As he saw her approach, his eyes scanned the bright wig with a subtle, amused smirk, but the moment their eyes met, his expression softened completely.

“Hey... you look nice, Lexi,” he said in that quiet, slow tone of voice that always managed to drown out all the surrounding noise.

Lexi reached up to touch the wig, feeling a sudden rush of shyness. “Was it really that easy to tell it was me?” she asked with an embarrassed smile. “Maddy swore no one would realize.”

Fez slowly shook his head and shifted over on the couch, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“The wig is cool and all, I’m not gonna lie... but I know those eyes. I’d recognize you anywhere, Lex.”

Lexi felt a wave of warmth flush her cheeks, but this time it wasn't out of embarrassment. As she settled in next to him, she realized something: the pink wig had given her the confidence to step through the door tonight, but being next to Fez was the only thing that made her feel truly seen.