#fez fluff
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#SUMMARY - in which Fezco has to save you from your disastrous household.
#GENRE - angst, fluff
#PAIRING - fezco x reader!jacobs
From: You , To: Fezco
are you awake? ✓✓
From: Fezco , To: You
i am ✓✓
u good? ✓✓
From: You , To: Fezco
can i come over? please ✓✓
From: Fezco , To: You
yeah ✓✓
you need me to go? ✓✓
You didn't reply to that message, and it wasn't necessary because Fezco was already getting his car keys. You just needed to wait until Fez was here. You grabbed a bag and started packing some underwear, your phone charger, and some money. Fezco gave you a missed call and you looked through the window to check that his car was outside your house. You got out of your room and went down the stairs on your tiptoes, trying to not wake up anyone. "Where the fuck are you going?"
Your brother Nate was leaning on the handrail, watching you sneak out of the house at almost 3 am. "I-I´m leaving. I can't stay here." You turned your back to him, not even wanting to look at him in the eyes. "You are so selfish y/n. Leaving your family like this." It was the only thing he could say to you. Probably you were being selfish, leaving your house when your family was falling apart. "You'd the same if you could."
You went to the door, trying not to step on your dad's pee. This was so embarrassing and you felt like you could throw up. Nate went down the stairs after you and grabbed the latch of the door before you could do it. He looked at you in the eyes, seeing how scared and affected you were after what happened. Nate felt sorry for you, you weren't like them and he saw in your eyes how hard you were trying to not be like them. But your last name was still Jacobs and the popularity of your family will hunt you forever, so there was not much you could do. Your lower lip started to tremble in fear. You thought about screaming, Fezco would hear you and would break down the door without second thoughts, but you would wake up your mom and Aaron, and you didn't want to do that. "I fucking hate you. I hope you never step into this house ever again." Your brother marked every word he said. His hand left the latch and not even a second passed when you grabbed it and opened the door.
You would've prefer not to do it, but you looked back as you stepped out of the house. Your brother's hateful gaze not leaving you. Fezco got out of the car the moment he saw you going out of the house, he was ready to burst into it if you weren't coming out in the next minute. He kissed your forehead and took your bag off your shoulder, putting it on the trunk of his car. Nate was still watching you from the door, he and Fez made eye contact until Nate finally closed the door. You and Fezco got into his car and you tried to fasten your seat belt but your shaking hands wouldn't let you. "It's okay ma'. I gottchu." He took the seat belt off your hands and fastenned it for you.
He drove to his house with a hand on your thigh, giving it the sweetest strokes with his thumb. He understood that you didn't want to talk about it, but he just needed to know one thing. "Is it 'cause of your brother?" You shook your head. He nodded. Fezco was glad, but he didn't think that you were telling him the whole truth. Nate was there when you got out of the house, Fezco saw him and he didn't believe he was kissing your cheek and saying good night to you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window. "Ash asked for you. I think he's waiting for us 'cause he woke up when I was leaving." You showed Fez a little smile. You loved Ash and Fez knew his brother would do anything for you.
"We're here, baby." Fez shook your leg gently to wake you up. The last minutes of the ride your eyes gave up and you fell asleep, head against the window and enjoying the soft music playing in the car. You got out of the car freezing to death while Fezco took your bag and Ash opened the door of the house for you. He was wearing the cute pajamas you got him for one of his birthdays. The kid moved an aside to let you and his brother go inside, you showed Ash a little smile and went to Fezco's room. You fell onto the bed, hiding your head in the pillows. You could hear the conversation the brothers were having in the living room.
"What happened?"
"Family shit."
"Talk to her."
"I think she wants to be alone now man."
"Hell nah, go talk to her."
Fezco knocked on the door of his room even though it was open. You curled up on his bed not wanting him to notice that you've been crying. You didn't care about crying in front of Fezco, you knew he would never use your weakness against you, but you didn't want him to see you crying because of your family. You felt him sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. "Was it your father?" You shivered and your lip started trembling again. "He was drunk." You managed to say. Fez wasn't sure if he should ask you or just wait until you were ready to tell him. You sat up on the bed, your eyes puffy thanks to the nap you took in Fezco's car and to the crying. "He peed on the floor." You burst into tears. Fezco frowned, did he misheard that? Your head fell onto his chest as he hugged your body closer to his, still confused.
You got out of you room at the same time Nate got out of his. Your dad's laugh echoing through the house. You followed your brother to where your mom and Aaron were. "What's going on?" You and Nate stood between them two. "Dad's standing in the foyer with his dick out." You looked away as soon as your eyes landed on your dad. Ew, you thought. "What the fuck are you doing?" Cal kept laughing and saying nonsenses, your brother Nate gradually getting more angry, you could tell because how heavy his breathing was.
"You guys should've seen me tonight, I don't know if you would've been proud, but you might have been impressed." Your mom went where your father was and tried to stop him from saying more stupidities. "You know how many men I've fucked?"
"Cal, stop it."
"Y/n, do you know how many men I've fucked?" Your brother Nate shook his head at you. "Dad, why are you saying this?" Aaron asked him. "I fucked a man for the first time when you..." Cal pointed at Aaron. "...where in your mama's belly." You swore if you heard Aaron asking "What's going on" or "What are you talking about" one more time you'll punch him in the face.
"Here's the funny thing If I said that I went to the strip club and I picked up a real grade-A piece of ass, huge tits, shaved pussy and I fucked the shit out of her in my truck, you wouldn't be one-tenth as appalled as you are right now. You're a bunch of hypocrites." This situation was completely disgusting to you, Nate ran his hand over his face. "I'm a man, I'll fuck who ever I want whenever I want. I'll fuck men, I'll fuck women, I'll fuck transexuals and I'll have a mighty fine time doing it." Nobody dared to say anything either because of the shame or because of the anger. Your mum gave up and announced that she was going back to bed. "Living a double life? Not my biggest regret. You two are." Your dad pointed at you and Nate. The only thing you and Nate had in common was your terrible relationship with your dad. But you couldn't deny that what he just said hurt you.
"But let's be honest, we all live double lives. Don't give me that look Marsha." After that, he accused your mom of cheating on him. He talked about Aaron's porn which made you want to throw up. "Nathaniel, your whole life is a fucking secret. A mistery. I wish yours was too y/n. You were the only one out of you three I had all my hopes on and you are ruinning your life by dating that drug dealer that beated the shit out of me. " He laughed remembering that moment. " You are just like your mom; a greedy slut that would get on her knees for some attention." Now he laughed at you. "Come on, we all know you are better than that y/n. Dating a fucking drug dealer? Shit, you're really lonely, aren't you?" Aaron and Nate waited for you to say something back to him but it was easier for you to go back to your room. And so you did.
Fez listened closely to what you were saying. "I'm so sorry y/n." He kissed your temple as you sobbed. "You are staying here, with me and Ash forever."
"I can't Fez, I have to-"
"Hell nah, I ain't letting you go back to that fucking place. You are staying here, Ash and I'll go and get your things." Fez couldn't deny that he felt guilty, your father said those things to you because of him. You felt asleep between his arms, Fez thinking about the things he'd do for you. He was madly in love, he'd risk it all for you.
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Fezco’s House Part 1 — Little Freak
A Euphoria Imagine
Pairing: Fezco x Reader, a little bit of Fezco x Lexi but that’s not the main focus.
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: drugs, alcohol.
Summary: The girl that enters Fez’s store doesn’t look like a drug addict, but he sells to her anyway, and their friendship blossoms from there.
A/N: So this is… not a Harry fic lol. But it’s Harry-inspired! This idea would just not leave me alone and I sat down and wrote this all in one sitting. It’s gonna be a mini-series, with either 3 or 4 parts, but this can be read as a stand-alone oneshot, too. Hope you like it!
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His eyes scan the room for her, a reflex he can’t quite shake no matter how much time passes. A soft smile graces his lips when he catches a glimpse of a familiar smile and a flash of Y/H/C hair as she and Jules spin each other around on the dance floor.
He still remembers the first time he saw her. It was a slow Saturday morning; Ash was out running a couple of routine drops, so Fez was alone in the store, sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone, when the door opened and the bell rang. Her gray sweatpants were tied tight around her waist, accentuating her curves. A strip of bare skin separated the waistband from a simple black crop top, and his eyes dropped to it immediately. She paused for a moment, just inside the doorway, and their eyes met as he trailed his gaze up her body and to her face. Her hair hung damp on her shoulders. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked away, the eye contact seeming to shock her out of whatever was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
Fez watched as she wandered the aisles for a few minutes before finally settling on a bag of Doritos and a Coke. As she placed them on the counter, he noticed her hands were shaking a little bit. She tapped her nails on the counter as he rang her up, and handed over her credit card without a word. He handed her the bag with her snacks, and instead of leaving after he handed it over to her, she didn’t move.
“Anythin’ else I can do for ya?” He asked with an amused smile. She wasn’t the usual type, but then again, who was he to judge? She looked down at her hands as she mumbled a response.
“I’m, uh, here for a pickup?” Her voice lilted up as she spoke, phrasing her answer as another question.
“Sorry, I don’t deal to kids.”
“I’m not a kid,” she said, louder this time. “I know you dropped out last year, but I remember you, Fezco. I was two years behind you in school.” Her tone is accusing and she points at him with a manicured finger, brows furrowed.
“Whoa, okay, mama, my bad.” Fez chuckled and held his hands up in surrender. “Come on back, then, shit.”
He led her to the back room, shutting and locking the door behind her.
“What’chu need, then?” He asked, leaning against the wall and staring at her with a furrowed brow.
“Fentanyl,” she answered without hesitation, as if he had just asked her what her favorite color was and not what drugs she takes.
“You don’t seem like the type.” Fez watched her out of the corner of his eye as he grabbed what she asked for. Before he could tell her how much, she handed him a wad of cash. After quickly counting it, he nodded. It was exactly enough, which only deepened his curiosity.
“It’s not for me.” He held out the bag of pills but didn’t let go when she grabbed it. The tips of her fingers were just barely touching his, but it was enough to make his heart race and breath hitch in his throat. His blue eyes were fixed on her own, asking a silent question.
“My dad,” she clarified after a few moments of tense silence. Humming in acknowledgement, he let go of the bag and she shoved it into her pocket. Neither one of them moved; his blue eyes twinkled in the low light of the room and she was mesmerized. The air between them grew heavy and Fez felt light-headed and breathless.
“Well, thanks,” she said, clearing her throat and breaking eye contact with him.
“Fo’ sure, fo’ sure,” he said, reaching back to unlock and open the door. He stepped out of the room and leaned against the open door, holding it back so she could leave.
“Hey, wait a sec,” he called after her. She turned to look over her shoulder at him with a smile and her eyebrows raised. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” she answered.
“Y/N,” he repeated. It tasted sweet on his tongue. “Well, see ya around, Y/N.”
“Bye, Fezco.” The door swung shut behind her and Fez sunk into the camp chair behind the counter with a deep sigh.
She showed up again the next weekend and, this time, didn’t hesitate in the doorway. Flashing Fez a coy smile, she made a beeline for the coolers at the back of the store and then grabbed a bag of chips at random on her way back to the counter.
“Hi,” Fez said with a bright smile when she dropped her things on the counter.
“Hey,” she whispered, suddenly shy as she avoided meeting his gaze. As he finished ringing her up and handed over the bag, he jerked his head towards the back room. She nodded and followed him there.
“Same as last time?” He asked as soon as the door was shut behind him.
“Yeah,” she answered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited for him to grab the pills. He didn’t bother counting the cash she handed him, and he had to swallow a gasp when her arm brushed against his as she slid past him and out the door.
When she brought a bag of chips and a bottle of Coke up for a third time, he shook his head and shoved them back across the counter.
“On the house,” he said with a grin. Neither of them noticed as Ash, seated in the chair next to Fez, looked up from his Nintendo Switch with wide eyes; they were too busy smiling at each other.
“Thanks,” she answered. Once she had gathered her things back into her arms, he made his way to the back room, and she followed.
“Usual?” He asked as he opened the door.
“Yes, please,” she answered. She leaned against the wall with no trace of the nervous energy that had permeated their previous interactions. When the deal was done, he walked her all the way to the door. He leaned against the doorframe, holding the door open as she exited the store.
“What’re you doin’ later?” He asked before she got too far, hoping she couldn’t hear the way his voice was shaking.
“Depends on what you’re suggesting,” she said with a playful grin, spinning around to face him.
“Nothin’ crazy, but I’ll be here all night. You should come through.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as he waited for her answer.
“I think I might be able to make that work. See you later, Fezco.” She waved at him as she got into her car.
“Bye, Y/N.” He stood in the doorway until she disappeared down the road. Ash was waiting for him with a shit-eating grin when he returned to the counter.
“Shut the fuck up,” Fez muttered, cuffing his brother upside the head, which only made Ash’s smile wider. “Play yo’ damn video games.”
She became a permanent fixture of Saturdays at the store, and Fez looked forward to it every week. He greeted her with an ice-cold Coke pulled straight from the cooler when she arrived after lacrosse practice, and, once she had ran back home to drop off the drugs for her dad, she would drive straight back to the store and hoist herself up onto the counter to watch the door while Fez and Ash took care of business in the back.
They learned a lot about each other, as she followed him through the aisles as he restocked, as he helped her with her math homework and she teased him about dropping out, during his smoke breaks out back where she’d flop onto her back in the grass beside him and point out the shapes of the clouds.
“I’ve never thought that much ‘bout clouds,” he confessed one afternoon. He had finished his joint and laid down next to her, gazing up at the sky. “They all just be lookin’ like clouds to me.”
“C’mon, Fezco, that one is clearly a rocket ship.” She lifted a hand to point at a cloud to her right, and he squinted against the sunlight as he looked over at it.
“Shit, maybe.” Fez chuckled. He was too focused on the proximity of her hand to his, the fact that if he just stretched his pinky a bit, he could hook it around hers, to be worried about the clouds. But he knew that she loved that shit, so he tried to make an effort. “I guess that one looks kinda like a… cat without a tail?” He used his left hand to point directly above them. She leaned her head back to get a better look at it.
“Okay, okay, yeah, I see it.” While she was distracted, he slid his right hand over just an inch, until his pinky was resting on top of hers. She turned to him with bright eyes and a wide smile, and wiggled her finger underneath his, sending them both into a fit of giggles. He curled his finger down and wrapped it around hers like a pinky-promise, and they laid there until Ash yelled for Fez from inside.
Saturdays turned into Sundays, and Fez would close the store early so they could get out for a bit. Her sophomore year ended and the heat of the California summer settled around them as they biked around the city. She gave him a taste of the childhood that he never got the chance to have, beating him at mini-golf, teaching him how to play hopscotch, and sneaking into parks late at night and making him push her on the swings.
One night, after checking to make sure her dad was out cold, she snuck him into her backyard and onto the ancient trampoline. The springs creaked under their weight until the old metal got used to moving again. The squeal that escaped Fez’s lips as soon as he stepped onto the canvas was uncharacteristically high-pitched but matched his wary look perfectly. Y/N had climbed in ahead of him and was already jumping on the opposite side of the mat. She jumped higher and threw herself forward into a flip, the trampoline shaking as she stuck the landing. Fez held out both of his arms and bent his knees to try and keep his balance. Y/N’s giggles echoed throughout the empty backyard, and affection nudged some of the fear in his chest to the side.
“C’mon,” she said through her laughter, taking three big leaps and landing just a few inches in front of him. “You gotta jump!”
“Bro you wildin’ if you think I’mma do that shit,” he said, shaking his head from side to side. She reached out and took both of his hands in hers, tugging him towards the middle of the mat.
“Okay, we’ll take it slow, then.” Taking his tentative nod as permission, she bounced up and down without lifting her feet up. They were so close that he had no choice but to bounce with her, and after a few minutes, his face softened as he relaxed. “See? That’s not so bad, is it?”
“Guess not,” he mumbled, lowering his eyes to his feet to try and hide the shy smile on his lips. “‘S long as you don’t let go.”
“Pinky swear.” Y/N tapped her pinky against his hand three times in quick succession. “Now, try and jump a little higher.” Though he was hesitant, he trusted Y/N and wanted to make her happy, so he jumped with more force, letting his feet leave the ground for the first time. His bounces slowly became more confident and steady, and she could see joy blooming on his face as he let go of his worries and gave in to his inner child.
“You’re doing it!” She exclaimed with an encouraging smile.
After a few minutes, they were jumping around in circles and Y/N let one of her hands slip out of his, watching his face for any signs of distress. When he nodded, she let go completely. She let him bounce for a few minutes before she jumped toward him with her arms outstretched. She grabbed at his shoulders, but miscalculated her angle and ended up running straight into his chest. They fell down in a heap of flailing limbs, shrieking with laughter. Y/N rolled off of Fez and settled in next to him. The trampoline dipped under their weight, shoving them closer together. Though they were facing straight up and couldn’t see each other, their sides were pressed flush together and both of them were very aware of that fact.
“I’m glad you're here,” Y/N whispered into the dark. Fez could detect a hint of sadness in her voice. He twisted his arm and felt around until his fingers found hers and he laced them together with a gentle squeeze.
“You don’t gotta be sad, mama, I’m here wit’chu,” he said, voice soft as it traveled through the darkness between them.
“I know, it’s just… I haven’t done this since my sister…” She trailed off and wiped her eyes with her free hand. He rolled onto his side to face her and she mirrored his actions. The tears on her cheeks glinted in the moonlight and he reached up to cup her cheek, resting his hand on her skin. His thumb brushed against her cheekbone as he wiped the stray tears away. A shiver raced up her spine; if anyone had asked, she would have told them it was from the chill of the early-Autumn air and not his touch, but she leaned into it and Fez nearly kissed her then and there. Their breaths were visible puffs in the space between them and he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. His willpower was slowly draining out of him, so he pulled his head back until he could no longer feel the heat from her lips on his own, and coughed to clear the lump in his throat.
“I know you don’t like to talk ‘bout her, but if you wanna, I’ll listen,” he said, knowing that if they stayed in that silent near-embrace much longer, he would lose all of his self-control.
“She would’ve turned twenty-one this year,” Y/N said, voice low and shaky. “I was always so jealous that she’d hit that milestone before me. It’s funny how things work out.”
“How old was she when…?”
“Seventeen. One more birthday, and I’ll be older than she ever got the chance to be.”
“‘M sorry.”
“‘S okay, but thanks. She was sick for a long time, so I was able to wrap my head around it before it happened.”
“What was she like?”
“She was a spitfire; she headbutted her way through life and never took no for an answer.” Y/N snorted. “One time, when she was nine and I was five, she persuaded her teacher to let me go on the fourth-grade field trip to Sacramento with her. She got half of the teachers to sign a petition, and then brought it to the school board at their monthly meeting. They initially said no, but she yelled at them about freedom and human rights until they reversed their decision.”
“Now I know where you get it from.” Fez laughed and nudged her foot with his. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew she was rolling her eyes. He liked that he knew her well enough to be able to predict her reactions, and he’d never admit it, but he loved to coax them out of her.
“Hey! I’m not that bad.” He could just barely make out the pout on her lips in the darkness.
“Nah, but you got a feisty side, fo’sure.” Y/N nudged his foot back but didn’t argue with him, and they fell into a comfortable silence once again.
Things came to a head that fall, at Nate’s Halloween party. The girls dressed up as the Spice Girls, and since she was the only one who actually played a sport, Y/N was rocking a matching dark blue Adidas sweatsuit and shoes with minimal makeup and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Surprising no one, Maddy was Posh Spice, Kat was Scary Spice, Cassie was Baby Spice, and Jules was rocking a bright red wig as Ginger Spice. Rue and Fez sat on the front steps and shared a joint, laughing as they watched the elaborate photoshoot happening in front of them.
“Y'all are ridiculous,” Rue said as they made some random freshman stand over them to get an aerial shot of them all laid in a circle.
“At least we dressed up for Halloween,” Maddy shot back, teasing her friend for showing up in a literal groutfit. “Like, what the fuck are you guys even supposed to be?”
“Hey! I’m clearly dressed as concrete and he’s, I dunno, like, Mr. Rogers or some shit.” Rue shrugged and gestured with the joint at Fez’s dark green sweater.
“Yo! Watch it,” he snapped, and snatched the joint from his reckless friend, taking a long hit and holding it in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing the smoke in her face. “This cost more than your house, bro.”
Once the group was done taking pictures, they headed inside and everyone grabbed a drink. Fez and Rue claimed spots on the couch while everyone else danced, and eventually they lit up another joint. Jules dragged Y/N over to them and they collapsed on the floor in front of the couch in a fit of breathless giggles.
“You guys are boring,” Jules said with a huff as she took the joint from Rue.
“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she looked up at Fez with a pout. She had ditched the jacket and the action pushed her boobs up; they came dangerously close to spilling out of her sports bra. He leaned his head back and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, taking deep breaths to try and prevent himself from exploding. Y/N couldn’t spare him, though, even for a second, because she stood up and straddled his lap, draping her arms over his shoulders.
“C’mon, Fezzy, dance with me!” she begged, putting her face up close to his so he could see her puppy-dog eyes. He groaned and put his hands on her hips, pushing her back towards his knees to spare his dick.
“If I say yes will you get offa me?” He asked, pretending to be upset when really he was golden inside. She nodded and clambered off his lap and took his hand, hoisting him to his feet and dragging him behind her to the dance floor. He stumbled a bit as he stood, and beer sloshed over the side of his cup and onto Jules as she slid up to settle on the couch next to Rue.
“Shit, sorry,” he called over his shoulder, already halfway to the dance floor by the time he realized what had happened. Jules and Rue just laughed as Y/N spun Fez around with wild abandon. They’d never seen him dance before. After three and a half songs, Fez was dizzy, not from the spinning but from the feeling of her arms around his neck and the sweet smell of her perfume surrounding them in an intoxicating cloud.
“Calm down, mama,” he laughed, slowing them to a stop. Y/N stumbled at the sudden change in speed and shrieked with laughter as she fell against his chest. He tightened his grip on his waist and rested his chin on top of her head. “You wanna get some air?” He felt her nod and led her out the front door. She made a beeline for the porch swing and patted the seat next to her. He hesitated in the doorway.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his cropped hair before crossing the porch and sitting down next to her.
“Hi,” she whispered, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Why you whisperin’?” he asked with a laugh.
“It feels wrong to be loud when the night is so quiet.”
“Oh, my bad.” Fez turned his head towards Y/N and whispered the words into her ear.
“Hi,” she whispered again as she turned, too, so they were face-to-face.
“You said that already.”
“Sorry, I’m nervous.”
“You don’t gotta be nervous around me.” Fez rested his forehead against hers. “We’re friends.”
“But what if I wanted to…not be friends anymore?” His heart nearly teared through his skin as it swelled with hope and he forgot to breathe as he replied.
“What’chu talkin’ --” Y/N interrupted him by leaning in and pressing her lips to his, softly at first, but then with more pressure when he didn’t immediately pull away. He felt his eyes flutter shut and he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She lifted a hand to his cheek and her fingers were freezing against his flushed skin. As he leaned forward, he parted his lips to deepen the kiss, and swallowed her quiet sighs. Somewhere deep inside him, warning bells were ringing, and he mustered enough courage to pull himself away. Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes were wide and shining and her tongue slipped out for just a second, dragging over her bottom lip. Her innocence was a bright light in the dark, and his chest tightened and his breathing grew heavy and uneven as his mind split in two. One side wanted to pull her into his lap and kiss her until she was incoherent, but the other side was flashing with scenes from their possible future: Y/N lying bloody and bruised on the floor after trying to get involved with one of his deals, her shaky voice on the phone telling him that someone was parked outside of her house with a gun, her sobbing next to a coffin at his funeral. He knew he couldn’t put her through that, and even though it felt like a million knives were stabbing him in the stomach, he broke her heart.
“That was… fuck, Y/N, we can’t be doin’ that shit,” he groaned, leaning his head back for a few seconds to get his bearings before turning back to the girl at his side. Her lower lip was stuck out in a pout and it took every last drop of willpower for him not to lean in and suck it between his teeth.
“Yeah, we can,” she said, and she leaned in again. Fez pulled back before it could become more than a quick peck, but he tightened his grip around her waist, relishing every second that she was pressed against him.
“‘M serious.”
“So you don’t want me, then?” Y/N’s voice was a challenge, and she set her jaw and crossed her arms, daring him to lie.
“Fuck, no, I didn’t say that. I just mean…” he trailed off, pausing to gather his thoughts. “My life is dangerous, and I can’t be bringin’ you into that shit. The guys I work with aren’t good people, and if they knew I had a girlfriend… I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if somethin’ happened to you.” His words settled into the air between them, becoming an invisible barrier, and Y/N pushed herself off of the swing, slipping out of his grip to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.
“You’re a coward, Fezco O’Neill. I’m already involved in ‘that shit,’ whether you like it or not. My dad made that choice for me.” She paused and leaned her head back, blinking rapidly to prevent the tears from falling, and when she started talking again, her voice was softer. “You could break my heart a thousand times and I’d still be grateful that at least something good came out of my dad’s drug addiction. It brought us together.” After one last frustrated huff, she spun on her heels and ran back inside, leaving him alone with his regret.
She stopped showing up on Saturdays, but every week, he still pulled a Coke for her and left it on the counter until it went warm. He sent Ash to deliver to her house, and that was that. A clean break.
Now, two months later, his stomach still does somersaults every time he sees her. He watches as, across the room, a tall guy that Fez is pretty sure is on the football team approaches Y/N. She laughs at something he says, and then nods and follows him into the middle of the dance floor. He looks away, and down at the drinks in front of him instead; a glass of red wine and a can of ginger ale, and smiles. He can hear her laughter in his mind, the snarky “Red wine and ginger ale?” comment she’d make. Before he can seek her out again, a girl in red pants sits down on the other end of the couch, looking upset, and it pulls him out of his daydreaming. He looks at her for a second, and he thinks he recognizes her from somewhere.
“Yo, you Rue’s friend, right?” He asks her, unsure of how to comfort her but wanting to make an effort, anyway.
“Yeah, since, like, preschool,” she answers. “Sorry, I dunno why I said that.” She looks away from him, embarrassed.
“Nah, you’re good, you met where you met. Yo, what was your name again?”
“Lexi.”
“Lexi, I like that. That’s a nice name.” She turns and smiles at him and he feels something flutter in his stomach. It’s not somersaults, but it’s something.
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him and only him! he is the moment! Angus Cloud is his name! 🤍
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fezco x reader; old flame #5
notes: does anybody still want me to write this? i don't know, but i'm stubborn as hell so i'm gonna try to finish this even if i post one chapter a year. also, i haven't watched season 2 of 'euphoria' yet, so i might catch up with that and try to keep writing this according to season 2, we'll see
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
“How the hell did you know?”
“Ash tipped me off”.
Fez was looking at you as if you had grown a second head. Or as if he wanted to rip your dress off and get on with you in the very couch he was sitting at. It wouldn’t take him much effort, given the costume you had decided to put on for the Halloween party. Ash had told you that Fez was going to be wearing a Scarface costume, so you got on Amazon, bought a blonde wig and a blue satin dress with a slit on the left side and your Elvira Hancock costume was all set.
“Remind me to give him a raise, ‘cause damn”.
“So you like my costume?”
“Was hoping for a sexy nurse costume, but fuck, this is way better.”
You rolled your eyes while you walked to sit next to him, avoiding a couple of teenagers making out on the couch. When you sat, he was quick to move his hand your bare left thigh and move forward to kiss you. He was slow, but it wasn’t like the kisses he gave you to greet you back from work or before you left. It was the way he kissed when he wanted to start something.
“Wow, no small talk first? Not gonna buy me a drink? Something to eat?”
“Imma be eating something soon enough.”
“Well, that’s straight-forward. What happened to my shy Fez who couldn’t even look at me in the way without stuttering?”
“Nah, that’s it, you’re gonna get it now.”
He stood up quickly, grabbed your hand and led you through the crowded house, bumping shoulders with every sweaty teenager attending the party. Soon, he had taken you to some type of office, with a desk in the center and columns of books on the walls. He locked the door.
“Where are we?”
“Don’t know, don’t fucking care.”
He didn’t give you much time to talk, he started kissing you again, this time more forcefully, as if you were running out of time. You looped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, while his hands moved from the small of your back to your ass, groping it obscenely. A moan escaped your lips, which only seemed to fuel him more. He hoisted you up, helping you sit on the edge of the desk.
“Are you sure they’re not gonna be looking for you? You have quite de clientele out there”. While you spoke, you took the straps of your dress and took them off, the blue dress pooling around your abdomen, where the waist of the dress grew tighter, and whatever he was going to say died on his lips, eyes glued to your chest.
“Fuck ‘em. It’s been too long, I’ve missed this pussy.” He cupped between your legs, making you whimper and close your legs, trapping his hand inbetween. He moved his head to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way from there to your chest. While he started sucking your left nipple, you moved your hand to the zipper of his pants, but he swatted your hand softly. “Ain’t got no time for that. Said I was hungry, didn’t I?”
He got on his knees and started gathering the skirt of your dress and raising it up. You moved around trying to help him, and he used the opportunity to pull you underwear off. Wasting no time, he moved his mouth to your core, licking softly and leaving kisses over your outer lips, but avoiding where you wanted him more.
“C’mon Fez, don’t be a tease.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He finally moved his head to your clit, moving his tongue around it and sucking it in between. You laid back against the desk, opening your legs a little wider to give him better access. After a while, he inserted two fingers in your pussy, making you snap your hips forward in reflex.
He chuckled against your core. “That good, ma?”
You could only answer with a moan, brain too foggy, cheeks flaming hot at what was currently going on. He kept moving his hand in a steady rythm while his tongue played with the most sensitive part of your sex. He didn’t need to work much longer for you to start feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure becoming too much on your lower belly. “Fez.” His name was the only thing your mouth could articulate at that moment, but he didn’t much else to know what was about to happen.
“I know, darling. Don’t fight it. Want you to come in my mouth.”
With those words from him and a long and deep moan from you, you felt pleasure pooling in your abdomen, and your walls clenching around his fingers. When he felt your walls relaxing, his fingers left your core, leaving one last kiss on top of your clit before standing up.
While you were busy trying to catch your breath, he raised your underwear back up, made sure to put the dress back in it place and helped you back to your feet. He kissed you softly, replacing the passion from before with a much more delicate kiss, slower and sweeter. His teasing smirk contrasted his soft kiss.
“You ready to go back out there or do you need time to pull yourself together, darling?”
“Oh, shut up, shithead.”
Laughing, he grabbed your hand and led you outside, following the same path you had walked previously, to go back to the sofa. This time, he sat you on top of his lap, keeping a hand firmly on the thigh that was exposed by the slit of your dress. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, only for you to know.
“Are you coming home with me tonight or you got an early shift tomorrow?”
“Nah, I’m free tomorrow. Besides, I need to return the favor.”
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I have a request
So Ash is alive but Fez is in jail
So like Fez and the Reader have been dating for awhile like they're high school sweethearts (even tho he's a drop out) and before he got arrested she got pregnant.
Could you write how that looks. Like phone calls, and letters, and visits, but also write when he gets out and he gets to finally see his kid
hi love! ty for requesting🩷 idk if you wanted a little blurb but you got this big ass fic lmao, sorry i got carried away! also in this custer was never killed at Fez's house so he only got charged with drug possession and given like one or two years because he's a first time offender (i think?) ik it's all over the place but i hope you like it;)
fezco x pregnant!reader
warning: mentions of drugs/drug abuse, murder, jail, pregnancy, throwing up, giving birth, infant care, Fez's dad is mentioned once, religious imagery/mentions of praying, lots of crying.
wc: ± 4530
a/n: this is so similar to my other fez fic but also not at all lol. I tried changing it up as much as possible but there are def a lot of similarities I'm sorry. not proofread!
gif not mine, all credit to original creator.
You and Fez met back when he was still in school, just before he had dropped out. He sat next to you in History and the two of you would only talk briefly, often just about things like what the date was or when the next period would be. He would occasionally crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment that would always catch you off guard.
He was a normally stoic and calm person; he didn't talk much and kept to himself most of the time. This made you appreciate the rare jokes and little bursts of personality even more. You quickly found yourself talking more and more with him, and he'd start greeting you when you passed each other in the hallways. You had considered him somewhat of a friend after a while. Maybe not the closest, but you valued the little time you two would spend together.
Then he started showing up to class less and less, and rumors had begun spreading around. A few weeks before he dropped out, he had asked you if he could copy your notes that he had missed while absent, and you agreed. He told you to drop them off at the convenience store his grandmother owned, because that's where he spent most of his afternoons.
You did this every time he didn't show up to class; you'd write him all the notes neatly and bring them to him at the store, and in return he'd let you take whatever you want from the shelves free of charge. You always took the same thing (a can of Sprite, a packet of Sun Chips and a pack of cherry flavored twizzlers), and after a while he had started keeping the three items at the counter, ready for you to grab when you came around. One day he asked you if you'd like to stay a while before heading home, and you spent your afternoons sitting on the roof of the convenience store eating your treats and talking about whatever came to mind.
You never asked him why he wasn't at school, or even asked yourself why you'd go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it was because you've always been way too nice for your own good, or maybe because you had a little crush on him. One day when you were on your way to give him the day's notes, he'd told you he was dropping out. When you asked why, he only replied with, "Have to take care of my grandma."
You didn't stop visiting him after he left school, and would go to the store every other afternoon, quietly doing your homework by the counter while he restocked the shelves. He never explicitly told you, but he enjoyed having you around. You never asked too many questions and you were always nice to him. He would say maybe too nice to count as just being friendly.
As time passed the two of you grew closer and closer. You had met his brother Ash and occasionally helped him with his grandmother, who you had only met briefly before she became ill, when you were making your rounds to drop of his notes.
A few months later he had asked you out, and you said yes. You haven't looked back since.
That was years ago, and this was now. Now, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet in the dead of night with a pregnancy test clasped tightly in your right hand, while the other covered your mouth in shock. The two red lines stared back at you tauntingly as you felt your head spin with anxiety.
You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Fez's baby and you had no idea how you were going to tell him. You finished up, washing your hands and face and made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared. You hid the test in the drawer you kept your underwear in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to return home.
He arrived eventually, but you couldn't find the strength in you to tell him. You knew you had to eventually, you couldn't possibly keep this a secret for too long, but you were terrified. You had no idea what his reaction would be, and you feared the worst.
The night you finally did get the courage to tell him, was the same night he decided to almost kill Nate at a New Year's Eve Party. Your plan had been derailed once again and that night you found yourself sitting in the bathroom while you silently cleaned the cuts on his hands. You knew you couldn't tell him then, he was still on edge and filled with adrenaline from everything that had transpired. He was definitely not in the correct headspace for a revelation like that.
Everything after that night was an absolutely downward spiral.
With Faye moving in, Mouse getting killed in your house and ultimately Fez getting arrested after Custer had ratted him out, you found yourself at your wits end. He had been arrested and taken away right before your eyes, and you felt completely helpless as you watched him get dragged out of the now ruined house, with a distraught Ash clinging to you like a lifeline.
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Fez was only given three years for drug possession with the intent to sell, considering he was a first-time offender. Three years may not have been much considering it could have been a much heavier sentence, but your stomach still churned at the thought that he would be away for that long. What about Ash and Marie? What about the store?
What about the baby?
You couldn't do this. It felt like the world was suddenly dropped on your shoulders as you watched the officers drag Fez out the court, and away from you.
You shot up from the uncomfy wooden bench and made your way to the closest bathroom, where you threw up the little food you managed to keep down this morning. When you finished you flushed the toilet and made your way to the sink to clean up. As you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror, everything struck you at once like cold water being thrown in your face.
You were going to be alone. Alone and pregnant, having to look after Ash (who God willing, they don't take away from you) and his grandmother. You hadn't even realized you were crying until your reflection became blurry and your breathing erratic.
You went back home that evening, with a dreadful feeling deep in the pit of your stomach for what the future holds.
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Fez had finally been approved for calls, and after not hearing anything from him in weeks you were ecstatic to finally hear his voice.
You had received a call from the jail where he was, following all the necessary steps and pressing all the necessary buttons before you got to talk with him. When you heard his voice say your name you had to stop yourself from breaking down right beside the telephone. It hadn't even been a month and you already missed him more than words could describe.
He said your name again in a questioning tone and you realized that you hadn't said anything in return.
"Fez?" was all you could force from wobbly lips as your grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah baby, it's me," he said quietly. "I miss you," you said trying your hardest not to sob. Gosh, you couldn't even think about asking him how he was doing, you just wanted him to know how much you needed him right now.
"I miss you too baby, so fucking much," he replied, "how are things going that side?" You inhaled sharply before answering. "I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I'm still trying to figure everything out right now. But okay I guess."
He hummed. "What about Ashtray, he around? Can I talk to him?" he asked. "Of course," you said before calling out to Ash, who was over the moon when he finally got to speak to his brother after so long. You saw him smile for the first time in months, and you were overjoyed at the sight.
When they were finished catching up he handed you the phone. "You still there?" you asked. "Yeah baby, but I only got like a minute left. Listen I'll call you back as soon as I can again okay?" he said. "Okay, goodnight. I love you so muh, Fez," you rushed out. "I love you too baby, so mu—"
He was cut off by the ending call and you placed the receiver of the telephone back on the wall.
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You didn't know how to tell Fez you were pregnant over the phone, so you settled with writing him a letter. You told him how you were pregnant, and that you were planning on keeping the baby. A part of you already knew you were keeping the baby the moment you stared at the test in your hand. The thought of being pregnant now absolutely terrified you, but recently you had found yourself fantasizing about what the little one would look like.
Would it be a little girl or a boy? Would she have your nose, or your eyes? What would her soft hair feel like under your fingertips? What would her first word be?
You hadn't even realized you were already referring to the baby as "she". That was what made you realize you were already deadset on keeping the baby, whether Fez wanted to be apart of that or not, even though it pained you to think that way.
You nervously sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for the best. Fez had called you the same day he received the letter.
"Hi Fez," you answered nervously.
"You bein' serious Y/N?" You knew exactly what he was referring to, so you took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, I'm being serious," you said quietly. You could hear him sigh and curse under his breath before he spoke up louder. "How long you known?"
"From before the raid. But, before you say anything, I did want to tell you on New Years, but that shit with Nate happened and everything after that was a total shitshow," you breathed, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."
"Shit, it's alright ma I ain't mad, jus' a bit shocked," was all he said. There was a short silence between the two of you before he spoke up again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked softly. "Yeah..." you said, waiting for anything to indicate how he felt about this. "I'm so sorry I can't be there wit' you for this," he said. That broke your heart. He wanted to there, wanted to be a father and the thought made your heart fill with joy.
"It's okay, we can't help the circumstances," you said. "Listen, I promise you imma be here wit you every step of the way, okay? Maybe not physically, but I want you to keep me updated on everthing alright?" he said. "Okay, I promise I will," you breathed, a smile stretching across your face. "Imma do right by you, baby, I promise. You ain't doin' this on your own."
You were sure your heart was going to explode. You were going to have a baby with Fez. The circumstances were the farthest from ideal, but you were hopeful that you were going to be able to do this. You were going to do this. For yourself, for Fez and Ash and for your baby.
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The pregnancy was anything but easy, and it was even harder without Fez by your side. It helped that he showed his support in any way he could, like always calling and sending letters, checking up on you to stay updated with the condition of your baby. You were roughly at 3 or 4 months and by now the little bump was already visible.
Telling Ash was one of the things you were the most nervous about. You didn't know how he'd feel about a baby being bought into your living situation. You had sat him down and got straight to the point. When the words first left your mouth, his face twisted into an unreadable expression. He seemed to be mulling it over silently, before a small smile stretched across your face and he replied shyly with, "So I'm gonna like, be an uncle?"
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The letters you frequently wrote Fez were on of the only things he looked forward to. He loved reading them, reading about how you were doing and everything that was happening with your body and with the baby growing inside you. It sometimes fet like he got to experience the pregnancy right there beside you, with the way he could clearly indicate your mood swings even in your writing.
The letter would quickly go from I saw an old couple sitting by the old park benches today and I broke down in tears to The guy at the drive-thru told me I couldn't order 'just pickels'. Imagine saying no to a starving pregnant lady!
When he received the letter with a small black and white attached to it, he nearly cried. The little ultrasound picture didn't look like much, you could barely make out the big white blob in the middle as a baby, an actual human being. He turned the picture around and saw that you had written our baby! in your messy handwriting, with a little heart at the end. That was all he needed to actually start crying.
That night he couldn't fall asleep at all. His mind was filled with a million thoughts that were consuming him. What if something happens to her or the baby while I'm in here? Will she be able to cope on her own? What's she gonna do once the baby is born?
What if I'm not a good father?
That's what was eating at him more than anything else. He didn't want to be like his own father, and his worst fear was eventually ending up like him, no matter how hard he tried not to. He didn't want his kid to hate him, he wanted to be the best dad he could be, because he already knew that you were going to be the absolutely best mother any child could ask for. He knew because he saw the way you cared for Ash, like he was your own little brother. He also knew that you had a big heart. When you loved, you loved with everything in you, so he didn't have an inkling of doubt about you being a good mother.
That was the night he had promised himself that he would be the best father that he could be for your child and that he'd give them the love and support he never received from his dad.
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By now you had finally been approved for your first visit, and you were over the moon. The first time you visited you went alone, and when Fez saw you walking into the cold room, a slight waddle to your step and a cute little bump sticking out from your pretty pink sundress and cardigan, he swears he had fell in love with you all over again. You looked so beautiful, he thought, maybe more beautiful than you've ever been.
Maybe it was the pregnancy glow people would always refer to, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen you in months, but he couldn't get the dopey smile off his face as you made your way to the table where he sat.
You were permitted to a brief embrace and kiss at the beginning and end of each visit, and when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time in months, and got to inhale the smell of your almost unfamiliar perfume, he didn't ever want to let you go ever again. His grip on you tightened a little bit and you had to will away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you felt his warmth consume your body. It felt like home being back in his strong arms.
"You're gonna squish the baby," you said playfully, placing a kiss on his shirt over his heart. You honestly didn't mind at all; you'd let him hold you like this forever if you could. You eventually broke away when you saw the guard giving you a unhappy look from the corner of your eye. You sat down on the cold metal bench and he found his seat accross from you.
You so badly wanted to hold his hand while you talked to him. You wanted to sit next to him and feel the warmth of his body radiating off him and bury your face into his neck and hold onto him for dear life, but you couldn't.
"Y'know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" he asked. You absent-mindedly tapped your manicured nails against the metal table that separated you two, until the guard had given you a stern look from behind Fez, by now irritated by the repetitive sound. You retracted your hands, placing them in your lap and shaking your head. "No, I'm finding out at the next appointment," you smiled, "do you still have the photos I sent you?"
You were referring to the ultrasound photos as you had sent him in letters from all your appointments. "Of course I do," he smiled, "keep 'em in my cell, under my pillow." You smiled, looking down at your belly and softly running your hand over it.
"I think it's gonna be a girl," you said softly, as if it was some secret only the two of you had the right to know. "Nah, it's a boy," he replied and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made him laugh. "Of course you think it's a boy," you joked. He shrugged "I'm still gonna love 'em whether they a boy or a girl," he said, before adding, "but it's gonna be a boy."
You rolled your eyes at him once again, this time more dramatically, and rubbed at your belly. "I just know it's going to be a little girl," you said, and when you looked up from your belly your eyes met Fez's. They were filled with an immeasurable amount of admiration and love, and you couldn't help but shy away from the attention.
"If it's a girl, I hope she look like you."
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The last few weeks of your pregnancy you had asked your mother to stay with you until it was time to go and give birth. By now your belly was fully formed and perfectly rounded, and you were waddling around the house like a lost penguin. Everything was hurting, from your feet to your back and pregnancy brain was truly kicking your ass. As much as you loved the beauty of pregnancy, you couldn't wait to finally get this over with.
You were on the phone with Fez when you had first felt it, the liquid running down your legs followed by a slight cramp in your abdomen. At first you were scared that you had peed yourself (your bladder had been your number one enemy recently) but it didn't take long to realize what was happening.
Without even sparing Fez another word you hung up and called for your mother. This was it, you were finally going meet your baby.
Ash was shitting bricks as he paced around the house while you and your mother gathered everything to head to the hospital. Soon enough you found yourself in the hospital, with your arms leaning on the bed trying to control your breathing. The pain felt like nothing you've ever felt before, and at some point you thought you were going to pass out.
A little while later and you had started to dilate. After what felt like a lifetime of mindless pushing and incoherent shouts, the screaming of your baby girl filled your ears. You looked next to you, to your mother who was still holding onto your hand tightly while her other hand pushed the hair out of your sweaty face. You were beyond grateful to have her with you, but your heart yearned to have Fez with you for this moment. When you got to hold your baby in your arms you cried like a crazy person. She was so beautiful, and your heart was already filled with abundant love for her.
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You've had baby Eden at home for almost two weeks, when you finally got a call from Fez.
"How'd it go baby? Is she healthy? Are you okay?" he had asked as soon as he heard your voice greeting him. You pressed the phone tighter between your ear and your shoulder. "She's as healthy as can be, and she's beautiful, Fez," you said happily, as you rocked the baby in your arms to sleep. "You gonna send me a picture of her?" he asked.
"I already have a few taken, I just have to get them printed then I'll send them to you," you smiled, "she's so beautiful, Fez." You knew it was a little biased, but she truly was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen. Her pretty long eyelashes that rested on her chubby cheeks and the pretty pink lips that would sometimes streatch into a toothless smile, or her cute button nose that would scrunch up when she yawned or sneezed. Everything about her was so absolutely perfect.
"I can't wait to see yall ma," he whispered. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. "Me neither," you replied with a sad smile.
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He had no doubt when you told him that Eden was a beautiful baby, but when Fez got to see a picture of her for the first time, all the air was knocked out his lungs.
That was his baby. His baby girl, wrapped tightly in a fluffy pink blanket and a little cap to match. He couldn't stop looking at the picture, his thoughts going at a hundred miles per hour. Fez hadn't seen a lot of babies in his life, but he was one thousand percent certain that Eden was the most beautiful baby he'd ever layed his cynical eyes on.
He couldn't remember the last time he prayed, but that night Fez found himself closing his eyes and praying. He prayed that you and your baby were kept safe, he prayed that his baby girl would stay healthy and happy, and he prayed for the patience to diligently serve his sentence, counting down the days till he got to hold you both.
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You sat in shock as you read the contents of the letter over and over and over.
Fez was going to be released from jail earlier for good behavior. He was coming home, to you, to Ash and his friends and to his baby. He was going to meet his daughter.
Ever since giving birth you hadn't brought Eden along with you when visiting Fez. She was still very young, and you didn't want her driving the long distances back and forth. This unfortunately meant that Fez hadn't got to meet his daughter yet. That was changing soon though.
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You were pacing back and forth in the house, waiting for Fez to come knocking at your door. Today was the day Fez was coming home, back to his family, back to you.
He had to go through several release preparations, then pre-release custody and then supervision. After he complete those steps he had a full release from the BOP system, and they arranged transportation for him to come back home.
He had asked you to not tell anyone about him coming home, he didn't want people bothering him and wanted to spend his first night in just the company of the people he loved the most. You had kept to your word and not told a soul, not even Ash, who you knew would soon be jumping out of his skin when he gets to see his brother.
You had Eden in your arms, gently rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She was a little cranky because she didn't get her afternoon nap in, and when she finally dozed off, you went to go place her in the small crib next to your bed.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, before checking that everything was good. The food was cooked, the house cleaned and the bed covered in clean sheets.
The hard knock on the door almost made you drop the pie you had taken out of the oven. It was custard pie, his favorite. You removed your oven mits and sprinted to the door.
When you opened it, there stood Fez with a small smile on his face. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. He was here. He was back home with you finally and you got to hold him for as long as your heart desired.
By now you were sobbing into his neck, beyond relieved and happy to finally have him home. When you broke away he looked down at you, tears in his own eyes.
"Hi," he breathed. "Hi," you replied through a half sob half laugh. "You're home." "I'm home."
Ash had cried when he saw his brother standing in the living room awkwardly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, almost as if he was scared of losing him once again. Once everyone had settled down somewhat, you decided to ask Fez the big question.
"Do you wanna see her?"
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The room was dead silent as you pushed open the door and made your way inside, Fez following soon after. You could see the anxiety written on his face, evident in the slight tremble of his hands. This was a very big deal to him. He was going to meet his daughter for the very first time.
You made your way over to the crib, standing next to it and urging him to do the same. He warily moved closer to the crib, looked over the edge and down to where the little girl layed peacefully assleep. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest as she breath rhythmically, and the way her two small fists layed clenched tightly next to her body. If he listened closely enough he could hear her breathing, and the soft cooing sounds in between.
"She's beautiful isn't she?" you asked quietly, and he only nodded, not once lifting his gaze. "Would you like to hold her?" This made him look up at you. A part of him wanted to say no. He didn't want to hold something as precious as her in his hands. Hands that have done shameful and awful things, much too tainted to handle something as fragile and irreplaceable as her.
"It's okay, Fez," you said, sensing his hesitation, before reaching into the crib to pick her up gently. When she was secured in your grasp, you turned your body to him and he hesitantly reached out to take her from you.
Once she was in his arms the small tears began to fall from his eyes. You rubbed his back comfortingly as you watched him closely.
Nothing that Fez had ever achieved in his life measured even closely to this moment. No amount of money or fortune would make him trade this. This was it. This was him, being home and being able to be with you, with his family.
His grandmother had taught him the importance of family and looking out for each other. She taught him that the family he'd have would be the people he was willing to die for, and as he stood in the quiet room, his daughter in his arms and you by his side, he knew that he had found his family.
He looked over to you, and when his eyes met yours he saw the contented look on your face, behind all the happy tears.
"She looks like you," he smiled.
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Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria
part 1 part 2
Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader
Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.
Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household
a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3
It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.
It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.
That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.
It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.
You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.
Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.
Fezco
He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.
It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.
“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.
“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.
“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand
“There was a backside!”
“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”
“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.
“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.
“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”
“Why?”
“It’s unethical.”
“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”
“Call me Fez.”
“Fezco.”
“Alright.”
After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.
He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.
“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.
“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.
“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’
“Oh, what’s that?”
“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”
“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”
“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”
You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.
And then everything went to shit.
“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.
“Hey, have you seen-”
“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.
“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”
“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”
“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”
“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”
You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.
“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”
“What?” you whispered.
“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”
“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”
“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”
And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.
It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.
And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.
“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)
His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.
“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)
“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”
“What you mean!?”
“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.
If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.
“Mouse!”
“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)
“But how am I going to get you that?”
“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”
You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.
“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.
“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”
You nodded, unsure.
“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”
“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)
It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.
That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.
That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.
You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.
Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.
“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.
“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen”
“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”
Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.
But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.
At least you were treated better.
And then, you saw him.
You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.
You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.
You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.
It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.
You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.
“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”
“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.
“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”
You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.
You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.
“Doll face, is that you?”
part 2? Let me know...
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Piercings
Title: Piercings
Alt Title: A Wincing Bitch
Warnings: swearing, you used to live in Andalsuia, AL, and work as a body mod artist, ashtray is still alive. Ty. And he’s 14 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Disclaimer; I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise. I just own the fic.
Rating: PG
You hummed to yourself, music playing on the radio. Your body moves on instinct as you set up for your client’s piercing. You lip synced to the lyrics as you moved everything the way you preferred. You moved to the front room as you led back ‘Ashtray’ and his older brother, Fez.
“Alright baby, go ‘head and sit there for me.” You pointed at the chair as you put your gloves on. “You ever gotten a nose piercing before?” You asked him.
“Nah.” He answered. “Alright. So the way I do it is I give you three dots. You can choose from the three dots where you’d prefer it, and if my dots don’t do it, you can.” You said to him.
“Mhm.” He nodded. You grabbed your toothpick and dipped it in the ink. You moved his chin with your index finger and leaned in a little.
“Dot. Dot. Dot.” You said, as you placed a triangle dotting pattern. You handed him your handheld mirror.
“Second dot.” He said. ���Alright.” You smiled at him.
“So I know you wanted a hoop. But, I gotta pierce you with the standard post and head.” You said, grabbing the needle. He nodded and leaned back.
“Why no hoop?” Fez spoke up. “Well, standard piercing practice says no hoop for six weeks. Can cause unnecessary damage during the healing process.” You explained.
“Makes sense.” He nodded. “Alright, sugar.” You angled his head and aligned the tube to where your needle will come out. His eyes clenched shut.
“Say ‘when’.” You said, aligning the needle.
“When?” He asked, opening an eye to look at. “Alright.” You shrugged, and pushed the needle through, piercing the boy’s nose. “Ouch.” He seethed, closing his eyes again.
“Oh hush. It didn’t hurt.” You said, pulling the thread through and disconnected the needle.
“How do you know it ain’t hurt?” He asked, a tear involuntarily slipping. “I didn’t feel a thing.” You shrugged, attaching the jewelry to the thread and finishing the piercing process up by screwing on the head.
Fez laughed a little.
“If you wanna laugh, you can get pierced too.” You said, taking off your gloves.
“Bet.” Fez shrugged.
“What?” You said, disposing of the needle, tube and thread into the disposable basket.
“Why not. If my brother can do it, I should too. Support him, or whatever.” He said.
“You sure you just don’t want me in your business?” You asked, spraying disinfectant on your piercing tray.
“Could be that.” He smiled at you.
“Alright.” You said to him.
“Y’all flirting?” Ashtray asked Fez. “Move man.” He said. “Lil’ ma tryna clean and you’re still sittin’ there.” Fez said. “Go look at your piercing baby.” You said, patting his shoulder.
“Your voice got a twang to it. Where you from?” Fez asked.
“Don’t look at me weird when I say it.” You said. “Andalusia.” You said, spraying the chair down and wiping it.
“Where’s that?” The younger asked. “It’s a small-ish town in Alabama.” You answered, setting up for Fez’s piercing.
“Whatcha doing in East Highland, California?” Fez asked. “Wanted to make a name for myself. Didn’t expect to live in Alabama forever.” You shrugged. “You like it here?” He asked another question.
You motioned for him to sit. “Yea. It’s interesting.” You shrugged. “How old are you?” Ashtray asked.
“18.” You said, placing the same amount of dots and similar style on Fez’s nose.
“You just a year younger than me.” Fez said, looking in the mirror you handed him as soon as you did.
“You’re younger than I expected.” You said. “You always wanted to do piercings?”
“Yea.” You nodded. “I’m apprenticing for my tattooing too.” You said. “You makin’ good money?”
“You two ask a lot of questions.” You laughed a little. “This one.” Fez pointed at one.
“I make pretty good money.” You nodded. “You make good money doing whatever it is you do?” You asked him. “You could say that.” Fez said.
You aligned the tube where the needle will come out. “Alright, I gotta question for you.” You said. “You know what a wincing bitch sounds like?” You asked.
“Na-A-Ouch!” Fez winced as you pushed the needle through and discarded the tube as you chased the thread through. “I guess you do.” You shrugged a little and inserted the post and screwed in the head.
“Fuck…”
“Alright boys, listen up.” You took off your gloves and placed your hands on your hips.
“No touching, no nose candy, no swimming.” You said. A warning you tell everyone. “Six weeks to change it out. Please come here before you try it yourself. I’ll even change it for free, so long as you bring or buy the jewelry.” You said, disposing of the needle and thread and tube.
“What if I wanna see you before six weeks is up?” Fez asked, standing up to look at his nose in the mirror.
“Make an appointment, or, ask me on a date.” You looked up at him through your lashes.
“What’s that number?” He asked, giving you his phone to put your number in it. You smiled a little and put your number and name in it.
“I’ll text you date details tonight ma.” He said, putting two crisp hundred dollar bills, and walked out with Ashtray.
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Baby Daddy
Pairings: Fezco x black!reader
Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 2.5k
this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe
"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.
"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"
"Girl, just say Fez."
"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"
YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.
"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"
YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.
"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."
"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"
"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."
The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.
"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."
"Hi, Fez."
Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."
YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."
Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."
"You have anything to cook?"
YN groaned. "Fez,"
"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."
There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.
She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."
YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."
"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."
He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."
'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.
YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.
Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"
"Of course."
Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."
"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."
The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."
"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.
Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.
Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."
She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."
He nodded. "No problem."
Neither wanted him to go just yet.
"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."
"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."
"Lead the way."
YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."
YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.
Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.
"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"
He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.
"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"
"Mhm."
He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship."
YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?"
"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear.
He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum."
His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby."
Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all.
"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm.
Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow." He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it.
"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out."
YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions.
"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out."
She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN."
"Cum in me daddy, please."
Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."
She smirked. "It won't be the last time either."
The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes."
YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?"
"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here."
She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.
"I love you guys."
Yn looked over at him. "We love you too."
don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol
New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger
taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys
if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs help and are very appreciated each time (even tho tumblr wont let me respond to comments for some stupid reason.)
Be cool🤙🏾
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Just read about Angus Cloud’s passing, all prayers to his family🥺
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Kiss Me (Fluff)
Pairing: Fezco x Reader
You sat comfortably on Fez’s lap. Your head rested on his chest, face pressed cozily against him.
The potent odor of weed clung to the air around you as he exhaled, setting his blunt down and resuming counting pills.
You sighed and shifted, your chin now resting at his shoulder and arms around his torso. His right hand rubbed at your back for a moment before he poured out another bag of molly.
You pressed a soft kiss against his neck and fiddled with the back of his shirt. You opened your eyes when a faint rumble of thunder broke the silence. The soothing sound of pattering droplets falling soon after.
“I didn’t think it’d rain today,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.
“Nah, wasn’t supposed to,” he said in response, his tone raspy and gentle. Your stomach twinged at the sound and you closed your eyes again.
He placed his left hand on your thigh this time, using the other to separate pills. Each caress of his thumb ran under the shirt you wore. The shirt being his, of course.
You kissed his neck again and nuzzled the exposed skin, breathing in the smell of his cologne and body wash. The scent addicting and so incredibly comforting.
“I love you, Fez,” you said to him softly, unable to get enough of him.
“Love you too, beautiful,” he replied. A small smile curved at your lips as you hummed in response.
He absentmindedly took another hit from his blunt, closing his eyes for a second as he let the smoke fill his lungs.
You sat up and placed your hands against his chest watching his hand fall and a gust of swirling gray leave his mouth.
It was almost mesmerizing the way it left his lips, his soft plump lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, your nose brushing against his.
He put his blunt down and set his hands on your hips with a squeeze, “Need somethin’ ma?” You nodded and looked into his pretty blue eyes, lightly grabbing at the collar of his shirt.
“Kiss me,” you said, your voice nearly a whisper.
He was more than happy to abide, his lips finding yours tenderly with a slow kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and playfully nipped at it.
“Let me bag up these pills an’ you can have all the kisses you want, baby.” he said, pecking your lips once more.
You silently agreed and rest your head on him as you had before, patiently waiting to have his attention all to yourself.
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Dude…I-he was my favorite..he was a big reason I kept going everyday was because he was able too..
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i've got two euphoria drafts that i never got to post and i don't know if anyone would be interested in reading them at this point, if you are, please interact with this post in any way and i'll post them 🫶🏻
one is about faye asking you about your relationship with fezco, and the other one is this request (sorry to the person who requested it) can you please write one where y/n is in love with rue and sees her meltdown at her house and rue gets upset at her for allowing them to flush her pills and brings up that she’s a recovering alcoholic and how she’s only there cause she has a crush on rue and doesn’t really care about her?
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Fezco's House Part 2 — Satellite
A Euphoria Imagine
Pairing: Fezco x Reader, a teeny hint of Fezco x Lexi
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Brief mention of attempted SA,
Summary: Even though Fez was the one to break things off, he can't stay away.
A/N: Part 2 is finally here!!! Sorry, it took forever but in better news, Part 3 (an epilogue) is already done so that will be up next week. Shoot me a message to be added to the taglist! This is based on Satellite, my personal fave Harry's House song.
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Things with Lexi were good. She was sweet, funny, and awkward in the most adorable way, but the fluttering in his stomach never blossomed into anything more. She drank Diet Pepsi and leaned against the counter, and he couldn’t stop comparing her to Y/N. He missed the way she had draped herself over every aspect of his life; the store, the back room, the couch, his bed, his mind… the only thing she hadn’t managed to infiltrate was his pants, though it had taken a lot of self-control on his part to stop that from happening.
When things went down with the cops and he missed her play, his world was turned upside-down and his budding relationship with Lexi fizzled out. Ash was rushed to the hospital, and when Fez tried to follow the paramedics out the door, it took two officers to hold him back.
“That’s my brother!” He yelled through the knot in his throat, thrashing to try and escape their grip. When he realized he was stuck, he deflated and whispered, “That’s my fucking brother.”
When they got to the police station, he was so desperate he would do anything to get to the hospital and see Ash. He almost confessed to everything, but thankfully, they had left him in a holding cell for nearly six hours before letting him make his phone call, which gave him enough time to work through his anger and frustration and develop a more rational plan. As soon as the cuffs were off, he took a swing at the wall. The crack of his knuckles against the brick was satisfying, and for a minute, the pain drowned out all of his other emotions, but when the pain faded away, they came flooding back with a vengeance. He collapsed on the metal bench attached to the back wall and dropped his head into his hands.
“Fuck!” he screamed, trying to release all the tension that had been building up since the police busted his door. Everything was falling apart. Trusting Custer had been a mistake, and it had ruined the business his grandmother had built. His family legacy. He had failed to protect Ash and Faye, and he was so fucking stupid because he let things with Lexi go further than a few minutes of flirting at a party. He hadn’t wanted Y/N involved, why was Lexi any different? (Because you don’t love Lexi, his subconscious supplied helpfully). For the first time in fifteen years, sobs wracked his body. When he stood up twenty minutes later, the concrete floor was stained with blood and tears. He paced up and down the cell, pushing through the guilt and his fears for Ash, and came up with both a short-term plan to make it out of the station as quickly as possible and a long-term plan to get out of dealing for good. By the time the guards brought him his phone, the bleeding had stopped and he had calmed down enough to be able to talk without his voice shaking.
He called Laurie and traded her three of his top clients so that she’d use her resources to get him off clean, and within the hour he was released from the cell.
“Defending a domestic violence victim, my ass,” the officer had said with a frustrated grunt as he opened the cell doors. Faye was waiting for him in the lobby of the station with her knees pulled up to her chest and tear-stained cheeks.
“What should I do now?” She asked him.
“I don’t fucking know, Faye,” he snapped. Her startled look and wide, innocent eyes softened him, and he rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry, I just can’t think straight right now. Just… I’ll have an officer drive you home, ‘kay? Stay there ‘til I tell you it’s safe. I gotta go see Ash.” Her head perked up at that, but a furious glare from Fez was enough to stop that request in its tracks.
When he burst through the emergency room doors half an hour later, the nurses tried to patch up his bloody knuckles, but he waved them off. His hands had been in worse shape before, and he was more concerned about his brother.
“He’s stable,” the doctor said as he led Fez up to the ICU. “For now, at least.”
He spent four days at Ash’s bedside, refusing to answer his phone unless it was business-related. Late on the fourth night, Ash’s eyes fluttered open, and Fez was so relieved he climbed into the hospital bed and held his brother like he used to when they were kids.
After three weeks in the pediatric ward, Ash was released on strict bed rest. Faye took his recovery seriously, driving him to his physical therapy appointments and following the doctor’s outpatient care instructions to a T. Fez knew she felt bad about Custer betraying them, and even though he had forgiven her, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to feel useful.
Even though Custer was dead and Ash was predicted to make a full recovery, the pressure in Fez’s chest remained. Logically, he knew that the worst was behind them and he had plans to ensure that the future would be brighter, but he still felt a strange sense of dread, like the universe wasn’t entirely done fucking with him.
As winter melted into spring, he got a copy of the Girl's Lacrosse schedule from Jules and snuck into the back row of every game. Although he couldn’t keep an eye on Y/N 24/7 without it seeming suspicious, it was pretty easy to blend in with the crowd. Seeing her every week was enough to keep his anxiety in check. If she was out on the lacrosse field, that meant she was safe and healthy.
The first time he saw her in her lacrosse uniform, his heart nearly stopped. Her black shorts had gold trim that stopped just an inch above her knees, and she had a white, long-sleeved t-shirt on under the matching tank top. Black and gold ribbons were braided into her hair and tied in little bows at the ends, and there were two black rectangles painted under her eyes on her otherwise makeup-free face. She looked so athletic, and even though he knew nothing about lacrosse, he knew from the way the crowd cheered as she darted back and forth across the field that she was good.
So he watched from afar, telling himself that it was for her protection and not because he physically could not stay away. He hovered in her orbit, out of sight but never out of reach, and life went on.
Until prom night.
Fez closed the store early. He’d made enough by 3 pm to pay the rent on his apartment for a full year and was eager to go home, check on Ash, and smoke a blunt with Faye. When the dance was over, Jules and Rue showed up, giggly from the booze they had snuck in (and, in Rue’s case, whatever pills she had taken), and joined the smoke sesh.
During the third episode of Meerkat Manor, Jules’ phone rang.
“Hey, Y/N!” She answered, her tone bright and happy. When she spoke again just a few seconds later, her voice dropped an octave. “Wait, what? Hold on, slow down, where are you?” Rue sat up and stared at Jules with wide eyes. “Stay there, okay babe? We’re coming to get you.” Jules turned to look at Fez to confirm that he could drive, but he wasn’t on the couch anymore. She turned around, scanning the room until she found him by the front door with his shoes on and keys in his hands. “Stay on the phone with me, just so I know you’re safe, okay?”
Rue climbed into the backseat and Jules sat up front, directing Fez to the rich neighborhood on the other side of town. Eventually, they found Y/N standing on the side of the road, barefoot and still in her prom dress. The tires squealed as Fez pulled over, and he was the first one out of the car.
“Where the fuck is he? I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, pacing back and forth in front of the car as he turned his head from side to side looking for that goddamn football player.
Jules was the first one to notice the blood dripping down Y/N’s leg, visible through a giant rip in her dress.
“Did he…?” she asked as she approached her friend.
“Tried to, but no,” Y/N answered, shaking her head. “When he started to… well, it doesn’t matter what he was doing. I managed to kick him a few times so he’d get off of me, but he tried to grab me when I started to run, and his nails did that when I shook him off.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Jules cooed, leaning in to wrap Y/N in a tight hug. Y/N melted into the embrace, letting the weight of what had just happened to her fully sink in. Fez stood by the car, squeezing the key fob in his hand until he could feel its indentation branded into his skin.
Rue dug around for something that could be used as a makeshift bandage and emerged triumphant with an old T-shirt. Once it was tied securely around Y/N’s thigh to stop the bleeding, Jules and Rue helped her get settled into the passenger’s seat before Fez drove slowly, carefully, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. The girls chatted as he drove to Rue’s house, but he couldn’t unclench his jaw for long enough to speak.
Once Jules and Rue were gone, an eerie silence settled over the car.
“Guess drug dealers and gangbangers aren’t the only people who can hurt me,” Y/N said after a few minutes, turning to look at Fez with a wry smile.
“‘M sorry, I--” Fez started, but Y/N continued, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“You wanted me to be normal, so I tried it, and I almost got raped. So can we stop pretending that this is working for either of us and go back to being friends?” Fez’s eyes flicked off of the road and locked on hers for just a fraction of a second, but she recognized the shock in his wide eyes. “I know you’ve been coming to all my games, Fezco.”
“What? Nah…” Fez’s voice was unnaturally high as he responded.
“I can see you, dude. I’m not blind. The lights on the field aren’t that bright.” He pulled one of his hands off of the steering wheel and scratched the back of his neck, which was slowly turning red. “I think it’s sweet.”
“It’s just… y’know, after everything with Ash… I dunno.” He trailed off, wishing for once that he was better with words so he could give her the answer she deserved. She reached over the center console and grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know that she understood.
“I know, Fezzy.” The silence that filled the car for the rest of the short drive was comfortable and Y/N didn't let go until Fez pulled into her driveway.
On the Saturday after prom, Fez’s heart nearly stopped again when Y/N pushed open the door and sauntered into the store. He was transported back to last summer, and adrenaline started pumping through his veins as he remembered feeling the wind on his face as he chased after her on his bike, the softness of her t-shirt when he got close enough to grab it, and the sweet sound of her laughter ringing in his ears as she sped up to escape his grasp.
Y/N made a beeline for the counter and raised her eyebrows when she saw the bottle of Coke sweating droplets of water onto the linoleum.
“For me?” She asked, flashing a wicked grin and holding a hand to her chest. “I’m touched.” In one swift movement, she scooped up the soda and hoisted herself onto the counter, swiveling so she faced Fez instead of the door.
“Shut up,” Fez mumbled into his chest, trying to hide the bashful smile on his face. Y/N pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, looking up at him with adoration shining in her eyes. “I sent Ash to your house ‘lready.”
“I’m not here for drugs.” Y/N’s face softened into a shy smile.
“Oh yeah? Why you here, then?” Fez crossed his arms and peered down at her, faking confidence that he did not feel.
“‘Cause I fucking missed you, dude.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, playing at nonchalance, but her teasing tone and the slight blush tinting her cheeks gave her away.
“Missed you too.” He reached out and poked at the haphazard bun her wet hair was twisted into. “Didn’t miss your wet hair drippin’ all over my store, though.” She giggled and felt all of the tension leave her body; his joke cut through the heady air between them and loosened up the uncharacteristic sincerity.
The bell above the door jingled and they both turned their gazes toward the sound. Ash stopped in his tracks, rolled his eyes at them, and then made a beeline for the back room, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath as he went.
Fez started sitting in the front row of the bleachers at all of Y/N’s lacrosse games with whoever was there that day; a permanent rotation of friends swapped in and out depending on the day, but Fez was a constant, and sometimes Ash tagged along, too. But everyone showed up for the state championship match against San Diego High School. It’s a close game, and everyone is on edge, feeling responsible for whether the team wins or loses. The coach pulls Y/N out for a water break towards the end of the second half, and Cassie and Maddy cheer as she walks by, waving their glitter-covered sign. Fez is distracted by the blush creeping up Y/N’s cheeks at all of the attention but manages to throw thumbs up her way before she sits down on the bench, turning to face the field instead of the audience.
When there are only four minutes left on the clock, and East Highland is down by one point, the coach calls a time-out and pulls one of the girls off the field.
“Y/L/N, you’re in,” he shouts, waving a hand towards Y/N as the other girl exits the field. Y/N doesn’t have time to look back at her friends before the ref is blowing his whistle and the game resumes. She can hear them, though; Jules is wolf-whistling so loud that the rest of the audience’s ears keep ringing even after she stops. Y/N’s adrenaline spikes as she chases after the ball alongside her teammates. A girl from SDHS gets possession, and Y/N’s heart clenches as the girl takes a shot, but the East Highland goalkeeper manages to block it, and cheers erupt from the home-team side of the field. There’s less than a minute left in the game and no time for errors. The goalkeeper passes it to one of Y/N’s teammates, who fumbles it, but Y/N is right behind her and manages to scoop up the fallen ball before anyone from the other team can. East Highland’s fan section roars with excitement, somehow they’re even louder than they were before as she takes possession. She pauses for a split-second, debating whether or not to get closer to shoot an easier shot to tie up the game or go for the two-pointer from where she’s standing.
“Why doesn’t she just throw the fuckin’ ball?” Ash mutters, looking between Y/N and the clock with uncharacteristic, frantic energy.
“‘Cause shootin’ from where she at is risky, but the shot’s worth 2 points. If she moves closer, it’ll only be worth one, so she gotta decide what to do,” Fez answers, having picked up a thing or two after a whole semester of attending the games. He refuses to take his eyes off Y/N, so he misses Ash’s look of confusion.
Y/N glances at the clock, which decides for her, and she flings the ball at the opposite end of the field. It soars into the top-left corner of the goal just as the ref blows the whistle to signal the end of the game.
Time slows down, and she thinks she’s hallucinating, that there’s no way she made the goal, but then it speeds back up again as her teammates crowd around her, crushing her in a group hug.
“You did it!” Her best friend on the team, Holly, screams as she wraps her arms around Y/N and starts jumping wildly.
“We did it!” Y/N yells back, letting herself get swooped up into the mob of sweaty, pulsing bodies dancing in the middle of the field. The audience holds back for a few minutes, watching the team celebrate with broad smiles, and the coach approaches the group of girls with the Gatorade dispenser in his arms. He pops off the top and dumps it over the girls in a bizarre school tradition, and Fez and Ash share a confused look, but shrug it off as Y/N is in the middle of the circle, shaking her wet braids back and forth, shrieking with excited laughter.
The girls disperse a bit, making room for their families and friends, and Y/N turns to her friends but her eyes skim over their happy faces to lock on Fez’s slightly watery eyes (seeing her shoot the game-winning goal had him tearing up, though he’d never admit it later). Her face lit up and her lips spread into the biggest grin he’d ever seen, and suddenly the crowd parts around him. He runs, though Fezco O’Neill doesn’t run, as a rule (unless he’s running for his life), and nearly knocks Y/N over as he skids to a stop in front of her. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s got his arms wrapped around her waist and he throws her into the air above him, spinning her in a few lazy circles before letting her body slide down his until her tippy-toes touch the ground. She’s dizzy from the spinning and high off of her win, so her brain’s lagging a bit, but then his lips crash against hers and she’s giggling against them. Fez’s eyes flutter shut and he pushes against her back to bring her even closer. He has to stifle a moan as the sweet-and-salty taste of sweat mixed with orange Gatorade hits his lips.
“I’m literally drenched in Gatorade right now,” Y/N mutters between kisses. “It’s gonna ruin your shirt.”
“Don’t care,” Fez breathes into her mouth, and he feels her lips twitch upwards into a smile as he presses his own against them, harder this time. They’re only vaguely aware of the world around them, everything is distorted as faceless voices sound like the adults in Charlie Brown (“Please tell me somebody got that on video,” Cassie squeals as the rest of the group approaches. “Yep, caught the whole thing,” Jules says with a giggle, still pointing her phone at them), but when someone clears their throat and taps Y/N on the shoulder they break apart, albeit reluctantly.
“Not to interrupt this heartwarming moment, but, uh, Y/N, Coach Carrolson from Stanford wants to talk to you,” her assistant coach says, scratching the back of his neck and flashing an apologetic smile at Fez.Y/N nods and leans in to give Fez a quick peck.
“Don’t move!” She tells him, pointing a finger at him before turning and sprinting over to an official-looking lady wearing a black pantsuit and holding a clipboard.
Rue nudges him with her shoulder, and when he turns to look at her, his face is bright red underneath his freckles. She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he shoves her lightly, too frazzled to think of any other response, but the blissful smile on his lips as he watches Y/N chatting with the Stanford coach tells Rue everything she needs to know.
“Somebody’s in love,” Jules sings, leaning her head on Rue’s shoulder and poking Fez in the shoulder.
“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s never been in love before, so he’s not exactly sure what it’s supposed to feel like, but if it’s anything like the pure, sugar-sweet happiness swelling in his chest, he thinks he’s going to like it.
There’s going to be an after-party, of course, because there’s never been a party that the students of East Highland didn’t like. After talking to the Stanford coach, Y/N gets swept up by the rest of her teammates. But before they leave the field, she jogs back over to her friends and
“I gotta go, but Ashley’s having a party later to celebrate,” she says, squeezing Fez’s hand to reassure him that she hadn’t forgotten about the moment they just had. “I’ll text you the address, okay? It starts at nine.”
“‘Aight, we’ll be there,” Fez agrees. He doesn’t try to hide the dopey smile on his lips and Y/N smiles back.
“Good. See you later!” She pressed a quick kiss to Fez’s lips and waved at the rest of the group before disappearing back into the crowd of uniformed girls.
Later that night, Fez, Rue, and Jules walk in just as the party is starting to get wild. Their eyes are immediately drawn to the living room, where Y/N is standing on the coffee table, gesturing wildly with a bottle of vodka as she explains the rules of some drinking game to the small crowd gathered around her. Loud music is pumping through the speakers, so they can’t hear what she was saying, but Fez can tell that it’s bossy, and heat flares up in his stomach.
She turns to glare at someone on the other side of the circle and catches Fez’s eye. A smile explodes from her frown and she hops off of the table, pushing her way through the crowd until she’s in front of him.
“Fezzy!” She exclaims when she is close enough for him to hear. “You came!” After setting the bottle of vodka down on the floor, she throws her arms around his neck in a quick hug, then settles at his side. He keeps one arm loosely draped around her shoulders.
“‘Course I did, ma,” he says through a chuckle. “You think I’d miss this after comin’ to every game this year?” Y/N shrugs, ducking her head to hide her embarrassed smile. “You’re a fuckin’ superstar, dude.” Fez uses his free hand to poke her cheek, coaxing a giggle from her.
“We’re gonna go grab a drink,” Jules says, giving the two of you a cheeky grin and wiggling her eyebrows before pulling Rue into the kitchen.
“But I wanna know what happens next!” Rue whines
“They’re our friends, Rue, not a sitcom!”
Y/N turns to look at Fez and they make brief eye contact before looking away, trading nervous smiles. Rue, always so eloquent, had brought the elephant into the room, front and center. After a few moments of quiet, Y/N turns to look at Fez again.
“Dance with me?” She asks, looking up at him with a hint of uncertainty behind her usually-sparkling eyes. Fez turns to look at the mass of sweaty bodies and then back at Y/N with a defeated sigh.
“Only ‘cause it’s you askin’,” he answers, shaking his head. With an excited squeal, she leads him into the living room but stops at the edge of the makeshift dance floor. She loops her arms around his neck and takes a step closer, leaving a few inches of space between their bodies.
“This okay?” Fez shrugs in response, letting his lips twitch up into a smirk.
“Could be better.” He wraps his arms around her waist, letting them cross behind her back so the distance between them shrinks. Her excited giggle is like music to his ears and he makes a vow to himself
They sway to the music for a few songs, letting the beat guide their bodies. She rests her cheek on his shoulder and he tucks the top of her head under his chin
“I think we should have a redo of Halloween,” Fez says eventually.
“Yeah?” Y/N asks, forcing herself to keep her face neutral as she pulls back to look at Fez. He nods.
“But, like, properly this time. I’mma take you on a real date. Buy you flowers, all that shit.”
“You don’t have to do that, Fez. I like you for you, not because I want a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but I want to. You’re more than just some girl, y’know? Wanna make sure you always feel special.” A flush creeps up Fez’s neck and onto his face.
“Yeah?” Y/N’s eyes are shining as she smiles up at him.
“Yeah.” Y/N reaches up to cup one of Fez’s pink-tinted cheeks and the heat from his body melts into her skin, leaving a glittering tingle in its wake. This time, when their lips meet, it’s soft, sweet, and full of promises. Knowing that no matter where life’s ups and downs will take them, gravity will always be there, tethering them together.
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Cmindsried's Multi Masterlist
Here you'll find an about me section along with all links to my stories and my other pages where you can find me :)
Stranger Things Masterlist
@eddiemsbitch
Direct Link to the Stranger things master list: Here
Eddie Munson
There is no shame in running - Eddie X reader
Step up or Step down - Eddie x reader (ft. your daughter)
Bat-shit crazy - Eddie x reader
Game night with the guest of honor - Eddie x reader (ft. your daughter)
Vecna's curse- Eddie x reader
Younger brother’s idol- Eddie x Wheeler! Reader
Dinner and cuddles - Eddie x Wheeler! Reader
Y/n to the rescue - Eddie x Reader
Stuck with him - Eddie x reader
Protecting each other- Eddie x reader
Eddie The Banished to the rescue- Eddie x reader
Eddie my love - Eddie x reader
The Walking Dead Masterlist
@grimessbitch
Original Masterlist: Here
Rick Grimes
Devil's sister 1/3
Devil's sister 2/3
Devil's sister 3/3
Daryl Dixon
I'll always protect you - Oneshot
I love you - Oneshot
Admitting to Daryl you have feelings while babysitting the Grimes kids
Mafia! Daryl -requested
Secrets - uncle! Daryl
Learning for you -requested
trauma - oneshot
Euphoria Masterlist
@fezcosbluntroller
Original Masterlist: Here
Fezco
Go to - Platonic Ash x reader, future/past Fez x reader
Going home - fez x reader, platonic ash x reader
Bruises - fez x reader, past nate x reader
Family protects family - fez x reader, platonic ash x reader
Possessive much? Fez x reader
Dealer's house 1/2
Best Drug is you 2/2
Losing you 1/4
Ashtray
Pillow forts and arguments - platonic ash x reader
The Last Of Us (Tv Show)
@cliickermiller
Ellie
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Can you write something for fezco where he takes his anger out on his girlfriend(reader) maybe angst with a happy ending:-)
this has been in my inbox for a while I'm so sorry love
fezco x fem!reader
warning: police raids, disposing of drugs, language.
wc: ±1040
a/n: this takes place in season 1 when nate calls the cops and fez and his house gets raided. not proofread.
You didn't know what time it was, or what the fuck was even happening. All you could focus on was Fez's shouting and the incessant banging on the front door, your hands shaking as you struggled to get the pill bottles opened and flushed down the toilet.
"Shit, hurry up," you heard him shouting as you threw the thousandth bottle down the bowl. "I'm trying," you heaved, the cops' shouting and banging increasing by the second. It felt like forever before you managed to get the last of his stash flushed, getting rid of the hundreds of bottles and watching as the swarm of cops threw the place upside down.
By some universal luck, they didn't find anything, and left, leaving the house a complete mess. You looked over to the clock hanging in the living room to see what the time was; 4:47 AM. You sighed, looking around the room till your eyes met Fez's, who looked like he was on the verge of popping a vein. It was an unnerving sight from someone who's usually so reserved.
"Who the fuck called the cops on you?" you asked, your socked feet padding around the living room, trying to avoid any broken glass. "I dunno," was all he said, running both his hands over his buzzed hair. You quietly made your way to Fez's room, trying to find your phone in the mess left behind.
You searched through the clothes and sheets thrown onto the floor, and managed to get some part of the floor visible when you found one of the framed photos in his room, broken, the small pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor.
You had been the one who placed the photo there; it was a picture of Fez and you—one of few he agreed upon—that you decided to frame and put in his room to give the dull atmosphere some life. You sighed, thinking about how much you're gonna have to clean up and all the broken things that needed replacement.
You heard Fez's heavy footsteps and turned to find him joining you in the room, Ash quietly moving into his own room. "Look at this," you said, carefully picking the photo and wooden frame from the glass and showing it to him.
"It really ain't the worst of our problem right now, ma," he said, voice tired as he sat down on the bed, his back to you. You frowned at his dismissive tone; obviously it wasn't, you knew that much. "I know it's not," you started, "I'm just showing you how they trashed the placed."
"You think I didn't notice that?" he asked, and you scoffed, standing up to move around the bed so that you could face him. "Why are you acting like this is my fault?" you asked. "We just flushed thousands of dollars down the drain, and you talkin 'bout a fuckin photo frame," he said and your mouth dropped in shock. "Are you serious right now?" you asked and he looked up at you. "You're giving me a fuckin headache man," he said, dropping his head in his hands.
You didn't say anything, instead leaving him by the bed as you started looking for a bag. When you found your overnight bag, you hastily started digging through the heaps of clothes for the few pieces you had.
Fez could hear you moving around the room, and when he lifted his head from his hands, he could see you frantically packing. "Where you going?" he asked, but you ignored him, moving to the bathroom to get your toothbrush. He stood up from the bed, following you to the bathroom. "Yo, I'm serious, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked grabbing at your shoulder when you moved pass him once again. You yanked your shoulder free, moving back to his room. "Baby—" he started but you interrupted him.
"I just helped keep your ass out of jail, and now you're making me feel like I'm a nuisance," you said zipping up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. "I know you just lost a shit ton of money but I was only trying to help, you don't get to take your shit out on me." You left the room, making sure you had your car keys as you made it to the front door.
"Baby, it's fucking five in the morning, where are you going?" you asked. "My sister's," you said flatly before making your way out the door and to your car.
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It's been days since your argument with Fez and he'd been calling you nonstop, blowing up your phone with apologetic messages. You hadn't responded to any of them; you'll admit that was a bit petty of you, but you were still angry at him. For the way he acted, considering you helped him stay out of jail. You understood he was under a lot of pressure, but he had no reason nor right to take it out on you.
You were watching TV in your sister's living room when she called you from outside, where she had been watering her garden.
"Your boyfriend's here," she said gesturing towards the driveway when you made your way outside. When you saw Fez standing by his car, your first thought was to go back inside, but you could only avoid something for so long. You made your way up the driveway slowly, stopping once you reached his car.
"Hey," you said softly, pulling at your jersey as the cold morning air bit your skin. "You alright, ma?" he asked, and you shrugged. "Listen," he started, "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch, you didn't deserve that." You looked up at him from where you were staring at your feet. "You were acting like a bitch," you added, once again looking away. "I know," he agreed, "and I wanna make up for that. I miss you."
You tried not to show how giddy his words made you, nodding silently as you toed at the grass beneath your shoes. "Y'know I miss you baby, house is quiet without you," he added into the silence. You gave him another look, before smiling reluctantly. "Miss you too," you said quietly. "Yeah?" he asked, and you nodded. "Then let's go home, ma"
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A Little Domestication (blurb)
Blog Details | Let’s take a trip
Fezco x Black!fem!reader
Warning(s): fluff, one suggestive gesture, written on my iPad so the format might be kind of weird, not proofread
Word count: 601
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I stare at my hair in the mirror. My roots are puffy but I refuse to take down my twists. Deal with my natural hair is just not in my schedule right now. Where the hell is my moose? I turn around and find Fez staring at me.
“May I help you?”
“What? I can’t stare?” His eyes darken as we make eye contact. My cheeks warm up and I turn around to look over the bathroom counter.
“Stop that. Have you seen my moose? I could’ve sworn I left it by the sink.”
He walks into the bathroom and his chest meets my back. His arms wrap around mine and his cheek kisses mine, completely immobilizing me.
“You know, you look really beautiful in this light.”
“Fez, please.” I avoid all eye contact with him and focus my attention to the ceiling. Some of the little popcorn pieces are missing. There’s a spider web in the corner that I refuse to go near because no. He places little kisses on my neck and I squirm in his hold. The sensation makes me ticklish until he starts sucking on that one spot. My thighs squeeze together and I nudge him away.
“I have to be in campus in 20 minutes.”
“That’s fine. I only need 10.” His kisses not seizing, but I feel a grin pull at the corner of his lips.
“You’re insatiable. I only have one class today and it’s 50 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. Now, if you don’t know where my moose is, could you at least hand me my hat behind you?”
He lets out a dramatic sigh before letting me go and turning around to get my hat off of the door hook.
“Fine. What time did you say to pick you up?”
“Be outside by 12:50, but I probably won’t be out until around 1 because my professor has a tendency to continue talking past our class time like we don’t have lives.”
I move around him and go into the living room to look for my bag with no luck. I look on the couch, by the couch, on the chair, and by the door. Nothing.
“Where the fuck is my-” I turn around and see Fez standing right behind me with my bag in his hand.
“Bathroom. You brought it in there when you were about to do your hair.” I take it from him and quickly peck him on the lips.
“Angel, baby. You’ve got wings. I love you.” I turn around but his hand finds my waist and turns me so we’re again face to face.
“Last time I checked, you have class at 12 and it’s,” He looks at the clock on the wall, “11:45.”
“And?”
“It takes 5 minutes to get to your class. I want a real kiss.”
“Fezzy.” He shushes me by connecting our lips. I put up little to no resistance. I smile into the kiss as I subconsciously pull him closer.
“God, do you guys do anything else besides kiss?” I separate from Fez’s lips and begrudgingly leave his hold to walk over to Ash.
“Aww, I’m sorry Ash. I’ll give you one too.” I lean down to kiss his cheek and pull him into a hug.
“Keep out of trouble while I’m gone, yeah? I’m tired of cleaning blood off of the floors.”
A ghost of a smile wipes across his face as I look him in the eyes and wait for confirmation.
“No promises.” I roll my eyes and hug him again before heading out the door with Fez.
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