fezdispenser
SNOWFLAKE / GANGSTER
Ind. Pri. Sel. Fezco from HBO's Euphoria. penned by Lor. 18+
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Yo! just dropping in to say that I have officially moved FEZCO over to my multimuse on @pcrfectstorms where you can find him, elliot, jules along side my other babies (mostly stranger things babies)!
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@usawfulfew gets a starter for jonathan
A familiar face, and one he’s actually happy to see walk through the doors of the store, it's a quiet hot Sunday afternoon, his grandma up in Indianapolis for the weekend, some talk of a fight in the club that she had to take care of, leaving him to man the fort back in Hawkins.
Ever since Star Court Mall opened, business hasn’t exactly been booming, he’s perched up on the counter in his usual spot when the ding of the door goes off, a low grumble half expecting a bunch of kid looking for slushies too cool down in the surprisingly hot Midwest heat, but instead its an old friend, “Yo, Byers, whatcha doin’ here man? you good?” hopping down from the counter to greet him, hand offered out as he’s pulling him in for a hug, “you home for summer or something, bro?” he vaguely remembers little Byers saying something about Jonathan coming home over summer, but Fezco would be lying if he said he remembered exactly what, it had been weeks ago, and he’s been high as hell sitting out front when the kids had come in.
“yo, you came at a good time man, I just did a little pickup from Ricks last night -- got that good shit purple palm tree, you tried it? ima ‘bout to roll up if you got time? ” what his grandma didn’t know wasn’t gonna kill her when she was out of town, and besides, the weed was medicinal - so he’d tell her, whenever she gave him shit for smoking on the job.
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❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
add context & change gendered language to your needs . happy roleplaying !!
“ great . just fucking great . ”
“ any ideas on how to get us out of this mess ?? ”
“ this is the last time i go anywhere with you . ”
“ haven’t you done enough already ?? ”
“ don’t worry , i have a plan . ”
“ well , that didn’t work . any plan c , genius ?? ”
“ you know , i genuinely don’t think this could get any worse . ”
“ how did you manage to do everything incorrectly ?? ”
“ this is wrong . all of this is wrong . ”
“ looks like we’re stuck here . ”
“ admit it ; you have no idea where you’re going , do you ?? ”
“ we’re completely lost . ”
“ of all the people in the world i could end up stuck with … ”
“ well . was this your idea of a fun vacation ?? ”
“ how is the tank almost empty ?? i thought you said you got gas before we left !! ”
“ there’s a gas station five miles / eight kilometers from here . we’re just gonna have to push the car there . ”
“ the good news is , i found someone who i think can help us . the bad news is , i don’t think they speak [ language ] . ”
“ thank god , it’s about time you showed up to help !! ”
“ could you run any fucking slower ?! ”
“ i can’t get any signal out here . ”
“ someone stole my fucking wallet . ”
“ we are below rock bottom right now . we’re , like , in hell . ”
“ are you really just going to leave me here ?? ”
“ okay , you being dramatic is not going to help us find a way to fix this . ”
“ are you bleeding ?? ”
“ i’ll try to find us somewhere to spend the night . ”
“ i don’t know what to do !! i’m not a doctor !! ”
“ of course this happens to me . i can’t even be surprised . ”
“ i can’t walk … you’re gonna have to carry me . ”
“ things could always be worse . at least you don’t have flesh - eating bacteria , right ?? ”
“ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ”
“ maybe some music will help you calm down . ”
“ my glasses are broken … ”
“ i didn’t have enough rocks to write out ‘ help ’ so i just spelled out ‘ hell ’ . ”
“ maybe we can play a game to pass the time until someone notices we’re missing . ”
“ okay , i swear this is not what it looks like . ”
“ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ”
“ how long was i out ?? ”
“ well , at least i’m trapped here with you . ”
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meta on fezco
going back to 2.01 we see little fezco with his grandma in that scene they’re going to the motel in and she’s telling him how there is a finite supply of kindness in this world and people will try and take it from you, and she’s warning him here ‘listen kid, that softness you have in you, i’ll be your demise one day’ and the fact she calls him snowflake only further showing that this softness fezco has in him, he’s always had, and he gets that from his mom, even if he doesn’t remember her, she tells him ‘you’re momma had a pure heart’ she had that same softness; that same kindness in the face of all the pain in her own life that fezco has. and that softness and kindness he has in him speaks more to the content of character than the cards he’s been dealt do. (also worth noting i HC fezco’s mom died when he was 3; i have meta on that too)
he’s no saint, but within his own world we had a solid moral code that he follows; and while to outsiders looking in it’s easy to paint him as a bad person, as a drop out drug dealer with 7 functioning brain cells (to quote rue, ouch that one hurt a little). almost every decision he has ever had to make, his hand has been forced in one way or another by that very code, and he tries his best to reduce harm as best he can; 1) he doesn’t fuck with her.oin or fenty.nal; knowing full well the heightened risk of OD’s on both of those 2) he keeps his supply small, not only because he doesn’t have the finance to cover dealing on a larger scale, but bc he only continues to deal out of necessity, he has ongoing consistent medical debt, a legitimate family business to keep a float, and ash and his grandma to take care of, he could be greedy if he was in it purely to make bank that nate implies, but that’s not it. 3) he has narcan on hand in case of emergencies.
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STRANGER THINGS VERSE;
so, there will be elements of fezco’s canon that i will be keeping in, and parts that will be altered to fit better within the stranger things universe. in this verse fezco’s grandma marie is alive and well, his father on the other hand is not -- his dad owned a string of strip clubs in Indianapolis, that his grandma took over when he died when fezco was twelve. she mostly has a small role in the club's running, it's mostly just a moneymaker for her, but it means that fezco is often left to run the local store on his own with his younger adoptive brother Ashtray.
fezco is nineteen, we was held back a year in his freshman year after getting into an accident and suffering a TBI (similar to in canon euphoria) meaning that he is set to graduate in the season 4 timeline of ‘86 along with Nancy & Robin. he doesn’t like steve harrington, or billy hargrove for that matter, thinks they’re assholes and one in the same. he is however, friends with jonathan byers and eddie munson, him and eddie both have the same supplier (rick lipton).
as far as knowing what’s going on in hawkins, he doesn’t know much pre season three, but he heard waaaay too much about the cover up mall fire and he is suspicious that their is some govement cover up shit going on, he’s very skeptical of the government, and law inforcement, very anti-establishment and stick it to the man vibes, in line with his canon. working in the local store means he hears a lot. he lives on the bad side of town with his grandma and his brother, as far as his aesthetic in the 80′s goes - think Milky from this is england type vibes (levis, checked shirts, doc martins -- kinda punk, but not quite).
shipping wise, not really a priority, more interested in the different dynamics within the stranger things universe, i know for one he would be super protective of the kids, he’d def vibe with robin, eddie and jonathan the most.
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YO! so i think it’s time i get my ass back on fezco after an almost two month hiatus of stranger things brain rot for my sanity i will be clearing out my ask box, reblogging some new memes and dropping some threads to get some new shit going! i will be adding a stranger things verse because the ST brain rot is still REAL - please HIT THE HEART if you wanna keep any threads we previously had!
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let's talk about anything and everything on that comfy bed until the sun rises again
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𝔈𝔡𝔢𝔫 // stonedbingham
@fezdispenser said: ❝ do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind? ❞ / st 4 starters : accepting !
biting on her lip , eden doesn’t really know where to start with that . she always feels like she is going out of her mind , trying to do what is right for her siblings but also trying to live her own life . she doesn’t have the full freedom she dreams of , wanting to be as far from the bingham house as possible . however , is now really the time to admit all of that when they’re high as kites laying in the woods ? which is also probably not the best idea considering everything that happens in hawkins but they don’t seem to care .
❛ well , wouldn’t you go out of your mind if there were constantly eight screaming children to look after ? ❜ she jokes , head turning to look at him with a smirk . a moment passes and a sigh escapes her lips as she sits up . ❛ being real though ? i do feel like i’m losing it a lot of the time . everything that goes on here – it just doesn’t feel real and i’m good at putting on a brave face but… ❜ petite shoulders shrug as she looks up to the sky , the worry starting to settle in about him . fez is never one to ask questions like that too often . ❛ are you okay though ? there’s not like something getting into your head is there ? ❜
this town’s enough to make anyone feel like they’re losing their mind. he doesn’t know much, but he hears things, bits and pieces from jonathan before he moves to california, and fez knows there are darker reasons the byers wanted outta dodge. but he lives by the rule of don’t ask questions you don’t really wanna know the answer too. but the weirder things get around here the more he finds himself wanting to know what the fuck was wrong with hawkins.he laughs at her response, a soft shrug, because fuck man, eight siblings was crazy, dealing with ashtray’s ass was bad enough, “𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 -- 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗’ 𝚠𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜, ‘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚗 --” he laughs shaking his head, the bingham house was always chaos, but at least there was never a dull moment.
"𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 -- 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗' 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢." fez admits with a shrug, plucking the blunt back from between her fingers and taking a hit, all the crazy that went on around here, sometimes it was nice to just fuck off to the woods for a few hours with eden and forget about what was going on in town, some crazy psycho killer on the loose, some half baked theory on how it was munson, which fez doesn’t believe for a second, kid was fucking harmless, he was a scapegoat if ever there was one. “𝙽𝚊𝚑 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 -- 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘��𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? -- 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 ‘𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚜𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗’ ‘𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜...”
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fez says fuck Father's Day, and especially fuck his dad for being the piece of shit that he is, honestly relatable content.
#❛ shit talking ❜ [ ooc ]#except only not fuck fathers day in future verses when he gets to be a GOOD dad#but from the mun its a fuck fathers day#lmao
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𝔏𝔢𝔵𝔦 // unpreferred:
“ 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 , 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 . ” first she watched rue deal with losing her father , trying to numb the feeling however she could , then it was fezco isolating himself , and finally her own grief . out of all of them , she had probably been the weirdest , pretended everything was fine ( sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ , ʀɪɢʜᴛ ? ) , dismissed it whenever someone brought it up they never even saw her cry about it ( ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ) and put all her attention in her projects . workaholic by nature , it hadn’t been that out of character , thankful for the distraction . that was until she finally stopped denying his death and allowed herself to actually feel it . at least she had rue through it , some days she swears she was unbearable to deal with but her friend stayed . “ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 . 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 . ” she’s not going to pretend it was fine , won’t act as if she didn’t spend nights crying over him , but knows well she can’t place the blame on him .
“ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 ? ” hand gently pets her head , smiling at the dog nuzzled up against her . happy to know he has found some company , knows how pets can give so much love . some people might call her dramatic , but sometimes she’s not sure how she’d make it without the two cats waiting for her at home . it gets so lonely sometimes . a bigger smile tugs the corners of her lips as he keeps going , warmth invading her as he tells her the pup feels good with her , has always had a soft spot for animals . “ 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 . ”
chestnut hues focus on him as he speaks , patiently waiting , will not bring it up but she can’t help but find it adorable when he stutters , takes her back all those years ago . as if she’s one to speak , cheeks flushed , teeth nibbling onto her lower lip as she offers him a quick nod . “ 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 ! 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 , 𝚒’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 . ” way too enthusiastic , can she ever just be chill ? pathetic . “ 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 ? 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ? ” words come out too quickly , she’s too nervous , holding her coffee cup a bit too tightly , if she’s not careful she might spill it . heart is hammering on her chest , excited that she’ll spend time with him , that he actually wants to , and she needs to tell herself to calm down , to not make a big deal of it . don’t let it happen all over again . can already hear her sister’s words , this is a big mistake , she’ll get hurt all over again , but cassie wouldn’t get it . she doesn’t know fezco , not like she does , hasn’t heard the honesty in his apology , hasn’t seen the guilt and shame shading his eyes . if it goes wrong , it won’t be for lack of trying from her part . and if she gets her heart broken , she’ll bring it back together again , even if it’s always misshapen . has done it enough times before .
He can't help but feel some part of her does; she must blame him at least a little for how he handled things, or moreover how he didn't handle things back then. Grief stricken or not, he had hurt her, left her feeling as if she was the problem, as if she wasn't enough, when the reality was so far from that from where he stood. All the dreams they shared shattered the moment that bullet went through his brother skull, it's taken him years to feel at least a little normal again, whatever that meant.
Nodding in agreement, Rosie was adorable, he'd fallen in love with her sad eyes in the shelter that day and never looked back. " 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, '𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗' 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍." smirk pulling at the edges of his mouth, she wasn't even that a big dog and yet somehow managed to take up at least three quarters of the bed.
He's a little surprised she agrees to it, nervousness bubbling in his gut, having half expected a polite decline of his offer of dinner. " 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑? -- 𝚘𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚊." he says as he's pulling out his phone from his pocket slipping it to her, heart thudding in his chest, mind taking him back to the couch on new years all those years before when he's been the one punching his number into her phone. "𝙸𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙻𝚎𝚡𝚒." Nice seeing you again, cursing himself for that one, the nerves getting the better of him making him stutter out his parting words.
And he does as promises, texts her almost the second he gets back home, maybe he's a little too eager, but the excitement in his chest at he idea of getting more time with Lexi, to reconnect, to catch up on all the missed years, how different their lives looked now to back then. Tells himself it's just two old friends catching up, won't allow himself to think it any more, since he'd be fooling himself to think he deserved any more than friendship after how he's broken her heart once already. They text on and off as the week goes by, nerves growing more as the weekend approaches and by the time Saturday evening rolls around he's a nervous wreck, calls Rue in a panic, and she's no good, all she can do is tease him about his date, that he insists isn't a date.
They agree on meeting at the restaurant, he figures that way if she wants to leave it makes it less awkward. Rue tells him he’s an idiot, that of course she isn’t going to leave mid-dinner, but he can’t help but think of the worst case scenarios, his mind in overdrive the whole drive over, he’d spent way too long getting ready, changed his outfit at least three times before settling on some slacks and a nice shirt, hoping that he’s dressed up enough for the place he booked on recommendation from one of his buddies in the dispensary, he arrives early, debates on if he would wait for her out front but decides he’ll wait inside, drops her a message to let her know he’s here and heads inside, stomach in knots as he’d guided to their table anxiously checking his phone until he spots her, waving across the room like a fucking idiot, that boyish smile that only Lexi could pull from his painted across his face as he greets her, "𝙷𝚎𝚢...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚑... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝙻𝚎𝚡𝚒."
#this got so long OMFG#have a very nervous fezco#→ deep blue but you painted me golden ( fexi; unpreferred )#→ verse; in my dreams you're touching my face ( 5 years AU. feat. unpreferred )
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if i see another eddie munson playlist with 90’s grunge or harry styles I’m deleting Spotify. these kids don’t know what metal is and it shows. also KISS on an eddie playlist? LMAO PLEASE
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WHERE THE FUCK IS LORI?? so I know I have been pretty mia across my blogs the last few weeks, at the end of May I was hanging out with ems and since then I have been kinda swamped with work to the point when I get home I have literally no motivation to do anything, I want to be here but my brain is not for cooperating. ngl, a bitch is depressed and that’s not helping, and next week is HELL WEEK 2.0 at work, I have a sixteen-hour day on Monday night / Tuesday morning so don’t expect me to be around much next week at all but i will TRY and be around over the weekend! Please pray for a bitch bc a sixteen-hour day working 6.30PM until 10AM the next day will be HELL ON EARTH. but yeah, i love y’all, sorry for being inactive, sorry if i drop threads, ignore memes and just be a general disaster, bc tbh i just am a disaster!
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This town made ghosts out of people ; made everything feel infinitely large and small at once, which was like, a huge accomplishment. Why it felt like nothing mattered, nothing STUCK TO THE SKIN, because why would it? Everyone knew your business anyway, which was like, always awkward when you wanted to disappear, either for yourself ( Rue ) or your business ( Fez ) or all that lay in between. Her lips quirked into a smaller smile ; she doesn’t know how to tell him that, Lexi’s on her ass about the drugs, and it feels tense because she knows who’s giving it to her and feels she should be cutting back, but it’s like, who really gets to chose the levels in which she felt her pain? She sure as fuck didn’t. “She’s just busy.” living her life, being happy, right? Rue doesn’t wanna think about how Lexi feels alone, because, she just can’t fucking deal with that shit right now, can she….
No, she’s barely holding on herself as it was.
“Yeah like - wait. Did you see what happened last time?” Rue in a bush, her tires all fucked, she spends the day after a party pulling out things in between and having to patch the tires up and test it on wobbling spikes. What a moment! And so she kinda gets it, fingers pinching at her brow to mute the grin she’d otherwise be sporting, Rue takes the blunt and smokes it deep, and acts like she HEARD NOTHING even if there’s a smile folded behind the edges of it, shoulders shrugging like it was like, no big deal. “Yeah okay. It’s still got air and whatever right? Come on, let’s…” she groans, all creaking, growing pains - all she does lately is get taller, and taller, and the only benefit is that dad’s clothes fit now, hanging off her like drapes, how she’ll drown, maybe, and she doesn’t care.
“Worried you’ll get caught?” there’s a laugh - but, no. His grandma’s probably gonna get mad at them for going out, she wants him HOME ALL THE TIME NOW because she’s afraid. But mostly Rue thinks she’s just upset with herself, like, guilt is a hell of a drug in and of itself. “Let’s get this shit going and go, like, my mom’s gonna come looking for me if we hang out too late.”
- @fezdispenser
HE FEELS SO OUT OF THE LOOP, missing so much of school, being cooped up in a hospital bed for weeks, then stuck at home, feels like he's going a little crazy since there is only so much daytime TV reruns of old TV shows you can watch before you start losing it. And even then, when his headaches kick his ass, he can't even do that. He shrugs, "𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛." a small smile tugs up the corners of his mouth. He liked when the three of them used to hang out, pulling pranks on each other and watching old movies, he wonders if something like, happened between them, but he doesn't like to pry.
He's laughing, because while he didn't see it, she did tell him the next day and Fezco was crying he was laughing so hard, told her she still had some leaves in her hair, just fucking with her. "𝚈𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗." He's laughing hard, the kind of laugh that makes your side ache if you go too long, sure the blunt was hitting good and adding to the hilarity of it all.
“𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚘 --" reluctantly peeling himself off the couch, grabs the beers and snacks tossing them in a backpack before they head out the garage, pulling out his old bike he hadn't ridden in months. "𝙽𝚊𝚑, 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗' 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜 -- 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎." he laughs winking at her.
#redemptioninterlude#→ verse; we we're two dumb kids full of grand ideas ( feat. redemptioninterlude )
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“ no - ! i don’t . i’m not - ” and perfect , pure , INNOCENT chrissy cunningham was caught in the middle of a lie - by a known drug dealer ! “ i mean - i have smoked a blunt once or twice . but it was a while ago . it’s - this is not the point , fez ! ” she’ll exclaim softly , hazel eyes landing on him , and showing genuine fear .
“ i can’t - i don’t think i can go home tonight . between … that , and my mom - i might break . ” whatever was after her ? she could feel it getting closer .
Brow quirks, and he’d laugh if she didn’t look so fucking terrified, which is making him lean more towards believing the whack story, as much as he wishes he didn’t. He knows things go on in Hawkins that can’t be explained by rational and logic. “𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝? -- 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝. 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜" -” he teases a little, hoping to bring a little light to the clearly HEAVY conversation
“𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 -- 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗’ 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗’ -- 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗’ 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗’ 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.” he offers, feels like its all he can do, since he sure as hell got no idea what the hell was going on, and he don’t like how freaked out she is, so he ain’t going to leave her alone for sure,
#cheersleader#→ verse; ʇɥǝ ndsıpǝ poʍu (stranger things)#(( i figured they're probs in his store it made the most sense to me djklfdhf ))
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he is angry , and with every right to be . so disappointed with herself , wishes she could dig a hole on the ground and disappear , guilt and shame consuming her . feels gross too , after what she has heard , after being touched by someone like that . and it hadn’t been that big of a deal , fezco didn’t allow it , but it still left her shaking . does not know what else to do but to apologise , but that’s not enough , so chestnut hues stay lowered , now shining with the tears that come . it could’ve been so much worse , someone could’ve ended up hurt , or worse . they’ll never want her around again , and with good reason . hand moves up to rub her eyes , trying to hide the fact that emotions are overwhelming her . she doesn’t want to cry , yet her body does not seem to agree . “ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 . ” the last thing she wants is to worry him . and besides , she is fine . unharmed , even if shaken .
instinct makes her lean against his touch , so different , warm and caring . dark hues finally look up at him , a quick shake of her head to his question . “ 𝚗𝚘 , 𝚒’𝚖 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 . ” cheeks are tear stained now , voice shaking , certain she looks everything but okay , even if she’s trying to find composure . trembling hand reaches for the one on her cheek , holds it carefully before tilting her head to press a kiss to it , assuring , calming . havoc in her heart , in her brain , but he comes first , he always does . “ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 ? ” foolish question , of course not , none of them are , but she hates the way he’s pacing , the anger in his eyes . “ 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 , 𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 , 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 . 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 , 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 , 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 , 𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 . “ nervous words spill out at the speed of light , desperate , more tears falling down her cheeks . please forgive me , please don’t make me lose you .
NOT SURE WHO HE'S MORE ANGRY AT, Mouse or himself, but it's misdirected at Lexi momentarily, hates that she's seeing this side of him again, already confronted with his rage on New Year's Eve, when she'd witnessed him pummel Nate Jacobs, part of him scared she'll want to RUN after seeing how violent and volatile he can be when provoked, and yet she didn't in the weeks after. Teeth sinking in until he tastes blood, head shaking as he's pacing, pacing. How fucking dare Mouse touch her like that; say such crude things, wishes he'd clocked him in the jaw with a gun tucked into his waist band.
Stops before her, eyes scanning every inch, touch soft and delicate as he checks her over instinctively, head still shaking. He hates that she's crying, hates seeing how visibly shaken she is, this was the last thing he wanted. She was his little safe haven outside all the depravity of his work, something that was JUST his, a light in his darkness, how foolish and selfish he was to put her in danger like this. "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗' '𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗' 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑."
He knows she didn't mean to cause any trouble, innocent in her intentions, so thrown by everything he hasn't even asked her why she was here in the first place. His head shaking when she apologises, "𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 -- 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚜'𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 -- 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗." not registering how that sounds; like he doesn’t want her coming over at all - which ISN’T what he’s saying, but panic sets in now the initial anger is fading, looking at her tear stained face cursing himself. "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢? -- 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌'𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚎𝚡." voice soft as arms engulf her into a hug, eyes tight shut trying not to think of how much worse this could have ended, knowing the type of man Mouse was.
#unpreferred#→ deep blue but you painted me golden ( fexi; unpreferred )#fez can't stay mad at her clearly#big fuckin simp
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SHE COULDN’T HELP HERSELF, not when it came to fezco o’neil it seems. the buzz of excitement she feels when she knows thursday has finally come around again. packing everything she needs for the visit to the bookstore, bringing some extra cake with her, tucked safely in her bag. she makes her way across the city in her carriage, the deal with the drivers and her maids to keep it quiet. she knows that she shouldn’t be going here alone, especially not as a single young woman… but she longs for their talks together. lets herself imagine what a life with fezco would be like. he is a good man, one that lexi would feel lucky to be courted by but she knows that isn’t the case. she is from a different, upper class. it would be frowned upon, however she can’t help herself thinking such things after their visits.
the reality is that she is expected to marry into a family of her own class, one that can provide for her and pay off her father. it has never been lexi’s dream to do that; she loves to read, learn and explore what the world has to offer. men like to stop that, make sure that women know their ‘place’ as mothers or wives. the thought of her ever approaching season leaves a sickness in her stomach. however, she can push it aside for her time with fezco for now. all thoughts of her future on pause as she sits across from the handsome man, a bright smile gracing her features as he hands over a book. “oh, i’m so looking forward to reading this! i can’t thank you enough.” she exclaims as she carefully takes the book in her hands, running her fingers over the cover before laughing. “i’d love to know who she is. lady whistledown? not so much. ” head shaking as she remembers vile words the letters contain about her family, especially regarding cassandra.
hands falling in her lap as she listens intently to him, thinking about how simple it is to be here with him. “i will be sure to tell you my every thought next week, mr o’neil.” it is a promise, how she plans to return every week when she can. so far, she has been lucky to slip out of the house unnoticed. she was always the daughter her parents didn’t notice as much. “i believe i’ll enjoy any book you offer me.” cheeks tinting a pretty pink colour as she reaches for the copy of ‘the swiss family robinson’ and the cake she managed to sneak out, placing it down between them as an offering. “it was such a pleasant read! a break from all the tragedies or romance we are so used to. makes me wonder what is out in the world. wouldn’t it be splendid to know that? travel to parts we’ve never seen before?” eyes widening with excitement at the mere thought of an adventure.
FINDS HIMSELF CAPTIVATED ONCE MORE, knows better than to find himself daydreaming of her the way he does, their secret friendship exhilarating, her mind a marvel, and he loves to listen as she speaks of the books they read, the way she dissects each chapter and character making him think of things he'd never considered. She truly was brilliant, treasures her visits even if he knows they can't continue forever, how her first season is coming up, and soon she'll be married and these visits nothing but a bittersweet memory. Oh, how things could be different if he hadn't been born the son of a book merchant.
"𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 -- 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍” and a little more befitting of her upcoming season, although he tries not to think of such things. The idea of her betrothed to another leaves him unsettled, saddened at the thought, although he knows it can be not any other way. And he's sure he's lost in some foolish fantasy. Cheeks blush when she tells him she'd enjoy any book he offered, likes to think he knows he tastes by now.
"𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎." a boyish laugh emits from his lungs. "𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 --" wistful as he thinks of worlds he's only ever read of in manuscript. "𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎."
#invisiblehoward#→ i've only felt religion when i've lied with you ( fexi; invisiblehoward )#bridgerton verse tbt
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“ i’m not crazy - ! ” ( @fezdispenser 💚 )
he knows better than to assume anything; this town was full of weird shit and if he’s being real honest he’s stopped asking questions he doesn’t really want to know the answers too, especially after some of the shit he hears, and besides its not like chrissy has any reason to lie to him.
"𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛? ..." breaking his own rules of don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answer to, ‘cause if she wasn’t high she ain’t the only one that’s gonna be freaking the hell out.
#cheersleader#fez vc: yo idk what freaky friday shit be goin on in this town but i dont wanna know#→ verse; ʇɥǝ ndsıpǝ poʍu (stranger things)
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