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dawnwriterimagines · 8 months

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debt that’s owed : Fezco (3)

Summary: Laurie needs someone to pay her the debt that’s owed to her, Rue ran from her, which gives her the perfect opportunity to use Fezco’s words against him. But, is she worth you?

Warning(s): Angst, talk of overdose, Fear, Drugs, mentions of sex trafficking, Laurie’s crazy ass once again, etc.

(PART 1) (PART 2)

Author’s Note: What a beautiful man we lost, in every sense of the word. Rest in Peace Angus. Gone too soon. We all love and appreciate the works you’ve done, the lives you’ve changed and the love you give, rest well in beautiful peace.

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- - -

You had woken up disoriented and drugged, a needle still sticking out of your arm, a few too many holes made that made your skin splotchy and purple. Laurie had been standing over you, hushing you as she took the needle from your skin, kissing your wrist as a mother would have her only child before she stood. “Laurie...” you sighed out, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Laurie. Please...”

The older woman rubbed your cheek, “Shhh...” the touch running through your system all the way down to your toes, you took a breath, shivering at the discomfort. “They don’t like it when you girlies talk too much, hush now, sweetie.” You’d never felt like this before. You felt terrible.

She left the door open when she left the room, a man you didn’t recognize peeking through the crack of the doorway to look at you, he gave a pleased laugh, whistling.

You turned on the floor, the blanket beneath you did nothing to shelter you from the cold floor below. The lights were dim from the tiny lamp in the corner, nothing else in the room, but it wasn’t very big anyway.

It took a while to realize you were naked, only from recalling what you had been wearing earlier, and the cold air that you could feel everywhere but nowhere all at once, cause you were sweating terribly. Feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden. You rolled around, pulling the blanket with you as you broke out into a fever, the discomfort you felt was enough to distract you from the horrifying situation you were in currently.

“Laurie...” you drawled, whimpering as the drugs took you once again. It didn’t feel right at all, you felt sick and you felt fucking amazing all at the same time, but you were scared most of all. You had no idea what she had been pumping you with for the last few hours. “Fez...” you called for your boyfriend, sobbing as your eyes rolled back as you quickly succumbed to the feeling. “Fezziee...” you hiccupped.

“I like this one,” you heard the stranger say.

The man at the doorway pulled out a scrunched up wad of cash from his pocket, beginning to slide off his jacket, before Laurie stopped him with a shake of her head. “Just watching for now. She’s not ready yet, still under prep. But, if you wanted to purchase her, that’s different...”

You shivered as you followed your high, wondering what would happen next and if Fezco would ever find you before something horrible happened to you.

- - -

Fezco looks around as he rushes over to Rue, checking for anyone that was around the house that may be unwanted, clearly on edge. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Rue?” he questioned the girl, she follows the two of them into the house. “Imma need you to leave, I ain’t askin’.”

Her gaze lingering on the broken screen door, unable to even close it as it had no knob now, the whole piece completely gone as if it’d been blown to pieces, “I wanted to hang out...but obviously you’ve got some shit goin’ on,” her eye’s going wide at the state of the house. “What the--what the fuck happened here?” the glass on the floor, the broken deck doorway, the flipped table, the broken lamp on the floor, the scuffled carpet.

Rue steps into the house, slowly, Ash getting on the computer, looking for something, Fezco making a call, his shoulders low as if something heavy sat upon them. The girl’s eye’s narrowing as she followed the scuffs over to the room hallway, the bedroom down the hall had its door broken down, wooden pieces still on the floor.

Concerned was not the word to describe how she felt right. Scared wasn’t either. Worried, maybe. But, she was also pretty terrified. Terrified of the answer to her next question.

“Fez,” she hadn’t torn her eyes away from the hallway when she spoke, her voice small, reluctant. “Where’s (Y/n)?” she turns then, her brows knitted together in complete worry, stumbling forwards and away from the hall. She makes her way over to Fezco, taking a handful of his shirt as she pulls him, “Fez!” her voice breaks, her fists shaking, “Where is she?!” she sucks in a breath as she sees his face and the way he doesn’t look her in the eye. “No...” she shook her head. “What so she’s...she’s what? She’s gone?” her voice raising. “Is (y/n) gone, Fez? Come on, gimme something!”

“She’s not gone,” Fezco turned to her with a hardened look, pulling her hands from his shirt, the material stretching out as her grip hadn’t loosened. “Imma find her. Imma find her and kill the motha’fucker that did this,” he seethed to himself, stepping away from her. “Ash, go over the tapes. Try yesterday and this morning, find a camera that isn’t fucked with.”

Ash doesn’t say anything but nod, rushing to the room down the hall as Fezco took the laptop from him, sitting down on the couch, Rue following Fezco, still confused with what was going on.

“Who...wait, who did this?” Rue asked, loudly. “Stop ignoring me, man.”

“I told you to fuckin’ go home, Rue,” Fezco’s eyes flickered up to the girl before back down at the screen, rewatching this morning’s tapes, trying to find someone he recognized. “I ain’t need this right now.”

“Need what? I’m tryin’ to help you,” Rue frowned, offended. “I wanna help! My best friend’s fucking missing, well...kidnapped, by some fucking jackass and even trashed your crib,” she gestured around the house at the damage. “Lemme do something, I can help! I can help find her!”

Fezco looked up toward her, agitated. “You wanna do somethin’ helpful?”

“Yeah, dude!” She nodded before making a face. “Wait, you aren’t gonna just tell me to leave--”

“Go home, Rue.”

“Oh, come on!” she yelled out. “I can help you! I be doin’ mad detective shit. Besides you need all the help you can get, it’s not like you can ask the guys in blue.”

Fezco ignored her for now, trying to stay focused. “Just go sit down somewhere, man. I don’t got time for this.”

And so, reluctantly, Rue went towards the other side of the couch, around towards Ashtray, she sticks her head out of the sliding panel doorway, which was now gone, broken through. Alarmed, she looks down at the glass at her feet, it crunches, burying itself further into the carpet.

Behind her, Ashtray took a note from his pocket, letting it sit on the coffee table, sliding it over to his brother. “This gotta mean something. Wanna run this through some contacts?”

Fezco thinks on it, before nodding at the idea. “Yeah, man. Let’s try it.”

As they head back to work, Rue perks up at the new source of info, “Wait, ya’ll got a clue?” coming over to the coffee table, picking up the note, Fezco fumes and Ashtray gaps at the girl’s unwanted involvement.

“Rue!” Fezco grits. “What I just tell you, man!” He usually saw her presence as quite endearing

Rue brushes him off. “I’m good at riddles, just--” then she really looks at the note. 10k.

10k...?

Oh my fucking god, 10k.

As Fezco snatches the note from her grip, Rue stands there, horrified. Her expression morphing completely, shoulders stiffening and hands tensing up, she turns quickly so Fezco can’t see the mortified look on her face. The guilt that quickly begins to eat at her.

She had thought about it, of course. Of the money she owed Laurie, the drug dealer that she had made a fake deal with in a pathetic effort to get the pills that her regular plug, Fez, had been refusing her. In some way, she blamed Fezco, if he had just given her the damn pills and let her deal with whatever happened to her later, maybe she would’ve never went to Laurie, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped...

No, it was her fault, oh my god it her fault. She went to Laurie cause she was fucking desperate and then she ran when Laurie had gotten her the first time, but now you were taken in her place.

She recalled being drugged out of her mind, just as she wanted, but locked in a room and awaiting to be sold for a fuck.

Rue feels so goddamn sick all of a sudden. She wanted to vomit.

God, that’s what you could be dealing with right now.

She did this. Oh god, she did this to you.

But, Fezco does notice.

“Rue...” he says, slowly.

Ashtray looks up, stopping in his typing. He glances between the two of them silently, before looking at Rue a bit more seriously, taking note of the way her entire demeanor’s changed. He closed the laptop.

Rue didn’t answer Fezco, didn’t even turn to face him, trying to think of something to say, anything that could defend why. But what could she possibly say besides the fact it was supposed to be her.

Fezco forcefully turned the girl around, “Rue!” to which she stumbled back away from him, her face made his stomach drop, knowing now that she knew exactly why this was happening. “You...”

“I didn’t know, I swear, ok?” Rue started, hyperventilating, sniffling as she wiped a panicked tear from her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I felt like I was fucking dying, Fez! I was dying! And I--I just--Fez!” she cried as he turned from her, running his hands over his hair, down his face, trying to gather himself, trying to keep himself together. “Fez, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t think she’d come after anyone, I didn’t think any of it would go this far, please--”

Ashtray’s eyes widened, lost for words.

“RUE!” Fezco roared, his body snapping towards her, pinched fingers silencing her, “Motherf--FUCK! Are you fucking--!” he shoved at the side wall, hitting anything that wasn’t her as anger overwhelmed him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Rue?!” he couldn’t believe this. How far the girl had really fell to really get herself, to get you, into this kind of situation.

“I know! I know! I know!” Rue sobbed, covering her face as Fez screamed at her. “Fucking god, I know! I messed up!”

“DO YOU?! Cause (y/n)’s paying for your bullshit, your fucking dumb ass, fuck shit! You mother--get the fuck out,” he fumed, running a hand over his mouth, gesturing to the door. He turned from her, he couldn’t even stand to look at her right now.

Rue sniffled, shaking. “Fez...Fez, I’m sorry. I can fix it, I can--”

“GET. THE FUCK,” Fezco explodes. “OUT!”

And Rue has no other choice but to leave, casting a guilty glance to Ashtray as well, who stares her down as if he were ready to pull the trigger on her with the glock he currently suddenly had in his hand.

She quickly left the house, sobbing to herself, hardly able to breathe as she stumbled away from the steps. “I’m sorry...” she hiccupped, turning to the house. “I’m sorry, please...” she whispered. “I can fix this...please, I can...I can fix this.”

Rue made her way away from the house though. Making up her mind to fix this. She can fix this...

- - -

Fezco and Ashtray took their guns, a few mags full of bullets and as much cash they had stashed up, just over 8k, not enough to cover, given the raid that cut their stash short for a while. But, if Laurie wouldn’t take the bribe than getting violent was the next best thing. And Fezco didn’t mind the latter.

So when they arrived at Laurie’s home, weapons tucked into their waist bands, into the inner pockets of their jackets, Fezco parked up, Ashtray loading up his shotgun and snapping the end back into place. “Blow the bitch’s head off if this don’t work out, ight man.”

“That’s the plan, bruh,” Ash said, his young face hardened with his hatred for the sadistic dealer that had stolen his mother from him..

Fezco leaves the car, walking up to the house, fighting the urge to kick the door in and unload every bullet into someone’s fucking skull...”What’chu want, man?” Bruce, Laurie’s partner, large and intimidating in his size, glared down at Fezco.

The young man wasn’t swayed, unblinking eyes peering up at him. “Laurie.”

Bruce frowned at the tone. “You got yo’ shit this month, ain’t you? Unless you got payment already?”

“Laurie, man,” Fezco fought to keep his cool. “Where is she?”

Bruce put his hand on the gun he kept at the waistband of his trunks, “What you gotta say ta her, you can say to me.”

Fezco stood there a while, the two men exchanging violent glares, eyes boring into the other and Fezco itched to grab the gun at his side and let loose. But, he didn’t even know if you were even at this house, he needed to know first. “Ma girl...(y/n), where she at, bruh?”

Bruce smirked, straightening. “Shoulda started with that,” Fezco’s nostrils flared at his words. “You got the money to buy her back, huh?”

“She ain’t belong to nobody, man. And ya’ll fucked wit us with some shit that ain’t got nothin’ to do with her,” Fezco gritted his teeth. “Thought we was cool on this bullshit, bruh.”

“You said she was family,” came Laurie’s soft-spoken voice. She came around the corner, behind Bruce, patting her husband’s arm to back him up, “Didn’t you?”

“She’s a fuckin’ child. And got her ass into some shit. But, if you had a problem wit us, come to me,” Fezco sneered. “You came up and took ma girl--” his nails bite into the palms of his hand, he itched to kill this fucking bitch and her demented ass husband. “Where the fuck is she?”

Laurie calmly stepped in front of Fezco. “Don’t worry, Fez. She’s ok,” she assured him, with dead eyes and a quiet voice. “But, remember, I still need 10 thousand, and another few hundred more for a few packs of morphine, a bit of fentanyl...” as Laurie spoke, Fezco’s heart clenched.

Fezco tosses the bag at her feet, “A lil’ over $8500 in there,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t enough for you, you took my girl, all your fucked bullshit, trashed ma crib, my fucking family--” he huffed harshly to contain himself. “This all you fucking gettin’ from me, and it’s more than you’ll ever get from us again. Where. Is. She. You fucking bitch.”

Bruce took a step towards him at his words, stopped by Laurie, who held a hand up to keep him where he was, entranced by the rage on the young man’s face. “That’s fair, I suppose.”

“Laurie--” Bruce began.

“Come on in, she’s right in here, Fez,” she welcomed him inside.

Fezco followed her inside, Bruce sneering at him, to which Fezco didn’t bother to acknowledge, all he was focused on now was finally getting his hands back on you, rescuing you from this dreaded place.

Laurie stopped in front of a locked room, pulling out a key from her pocket, the lock clicks open. She takes the lock off and opens the heavy door with a light grunt, the dim lighting offering nothing much, but it was light enough to see you in the middle of the room.

Breathing harshly, turned on your side, skin drenched with sweat, “Fez...” you drawl out, constantly. “Fez...Fez...” you cried, silently, delirious as you tossed and turned.

Fezco races into the room, “Ma!” he cries, sliding to his knees at your side, quickly sitting you up, wrapping the thin blanket around your naked frame. “Hey, hey, baby, hey,” he gently slaps your cheek, stroking your flushed face as you shiver in his arms, your eyes unfocused, rolling in the back of your head.

He didn’t like that, taking your face in his hand. “(y/n), (y/n) look at me, look at me, come on, ma. Look at me,” he turned your head to look him in the eye, “Please, baby, can you look at me, you can, you got it, ya see,” you slowly began to regain consciousness, eye sight clearing. “That’s my girl. Look, you’re ok, you’re alright,” he rubs your arms, you’re freezing but you’re sweating terribly.

“Fez...” you whispered.

“I’m right here, ma,” he assured you. Picking you up off the ground, blanket wrapped tight. “I’m right here. I gotchu, come on, we’re going home, baby,” he stands, heading to the door. Casting a long glare to a calmly smiling Laurie, before exiting the room, he couldn’t afford to do any damage, not when you were in this condition.

“I don’t feel...” you spoke, loosely. Head limp against his shoulder, eyes hardly open. “I don’t feel that great, fez...”

“You’re alright, you’re alright, ok?” Fezco went down the hall as fast as he could, keeping the fear out of his voice, the panic from his tone.

Coming up to the front door, where he found Rue standing at the steps. Bruce had a short stack of cash in hand that he didn’t have before, less than 10k clearly, but enough to make him happy enough to move out of the way when Fezco made his way past.

The young girl was crying hard, relief clear in her face as she saw Fezco come around the corner with you in his arms, but the state of you made her heart drop. “(Y/n)...hey, is she alright?” she asked, worriedly. “Fez...” To which Fezco brushed her off, moving past her without as much as a word of acknowledgement.

Ashtray opens passenger door for Fez to place you in, buckling you up as you slump, quickly beginning to pass out once again. “Hey, don’t sleep. Wake up. Mom!” Ashtray startles you awake, leaning over towards you in the backseat as Fezco runs around to the other side to the driver seat. Rue enters the backseat, hesitantly, and stays quiet to not be noticed. She looks at your tired, uncomfortable face in the side mirror, and she cries a bit harder.

Fezco drives off with a final glance to Laurie and her husband waving them off at the step, as if they had just passed by for tea and cookies. The psychopaths'. They waved, knowing he’d be back for blood.

“You’re ok,” he says as he drives. Squeezing your thigh as you shift and turn, “You’re ok, hey, ma. Ma, baby,” he draws your attention. “Hey, there you are, baby.”

You’re lucid and high off whatever the hell must be in your system when you smile at him, “Hi, baby...” you smile at him, before slumping once again.

Terrified what may happen if you fall asleep, he yells. “(Y/n)!” he startles you awake again.

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

“You’re ok, it’s ok, just keep awake for a little alright?”

“Can we go home now...” you wondered, quietly.

“On our way,” Ashtray says. Fezco glances at his little brother in the mirror.

But, they don’t go home. They stop by a friend’s spot, who had offered to let them crash for the next few days, since he was out of town and they were in some shit.

Entering the home, Fezco carries you to the tub, Rue following behind, as Ash locks the door behind him. Filling up the tub as you lean against the porcelain edge, the warm water clearly calming you, the sound of the running pipe...

But before anything, Fezco sticks his fingers down your throat, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats as he forces you to gag up anything you might have ingested, emptying out your stomach contents, which wasn’t much. You sniffle and cry, hacking up whatever you could get out, leaning against your lover as your stomach churns in discomfort.

He then helps you into the tub, the water climbing to your chest. Cleaning the dirt from the floor you had been laying on, the dried blood and the horrors of the day...

Fezco takes off his sweater and his jeans, left only in his underwear, he steps into the tub behind you, holding you close, “There you go, baby,” he soothingly speaks to you, kissing your forehead as he squeezes you. “You’re alright now. I’ve gotchu, I got you...”

He glances down at the holes in your arm, bruised and crusted with blood, your hands were cut from the glass earlier. He raised one of your hands to his lips as you turned to lean your cheek to his chest, and he began to cry, closing his eyes tightly.

You slept as he wept.

But he was grateful he had gotten you back.

At least god had given him that much today.

He kissed your hands, your knuckles, your cut skin, the tips of your fingers.

Then, he just held you to him as the faucet dripped to a stop.

- - -

Awakening in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar place, you stood fast and out of the bed, your back slamming against the wall in surprise. You reached for a light switch, but you couldn’t see anything around you, nothing felt familiar at all, you shook in terror as the man you laid next to stirred and sat up in your mad scramble for light.

“No, no, please!” you collapsed in the corner, covering your mouth before the stranger could even say a thing, he had stood too fast for you to think nothing else but soon violence brought against you.

“Ma! It’s me! It’s me,” Fezco found a light switch, the dark, unfamiliar room illuminating, to reveal himself to you. “It’s just me.”

You released a heavy sigh of relief, that visible took a weight off your chest. But, it also made your tears run fast, the days having been too much for you, the thought alone had brought you down to your knees and crushed you before you even knew it wasn’t true.

Fezco quickly went around the bed, coming to sit in front of you, to which you fell into his arms, quickly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I thought someone--I didn’t know if I--” Fezco interrupts you with a simple stroke of her cheeks, running his thumbs across your cheekbones to soothe your thoughts and wipe your tears.

“I know, I know,” he whispered to her, his voice cracks as his control leaves him. It pains him too much to see you break like this. “But, what happened, huh? You’re here with me. They didn’t get you, baby. They didn’t. You’re here with me.”

“You saved me,” you hiccupped, holding him desperately, just wishing to be close enough to feel nothing but him. “I thought I’d never see you again. That I’d never see Ash.”

“Impossible, ma,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Can neva get rid of me, you know that. And Ash on his own lil’ demon time, he ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You release a watery laugh at his joke, sniffling harshly as Fezco rocks you in his arms, safely keeping you wrapped up in his embrace.

There’s a knock at the door, they raise their heads, Ashtray entering the room, silently. He stands there for a second as he shuts the door behind him, he shifts from one foot to the other, eyes glancing around, a frown on his face.

“Ash?” you whispered, looking to the boy. Fez knew though, what was wrong.

As Ashtray looked at you finally, his frown deepened, but it wasn’t a frown, just a miserable look he couldn’t hide anymore, a joy that trailed to sadness and brought tears to his usually hardened eyes. And then suddenly, Ash looked like the little boy that you had always allowed him to be, and that he would’ve never been again if you had gone.

“Ash...” you spoke, softly. Reaching out to him, you pulled him by the wrist, into your arms this time. And he broke like glass.

Like a dam, his tears flow like a downpour. An unwilling sob escapes him as he sniffles and cries into your shoulder, embracing you as he hoped he’d be able to every time he prayed to God for your safe return.

You kissed Ashtray’s forehead, stroking his face, his hair, and you squeezed him like no one ever had. You breathe deeply, a shiver leaves you as you fight your own tears, “Oh, my sweet boy,” you hold him close, as he buries himself to you. “I love you, I love you.” You say it fast, and you say it with all the love you have, like it could be your last time.

Complete. Is how their family felt again. Fezco engulfed himself in the feeling. The thought of losing you, the absence of you, it would’ve destroyed them.

Fezco leans his forehead to his brother’s, knocking heads gently, the boy peering up to him as he sniffles into your neck. The big brother tenderly rubs his little brother’s head, he kisses his soon wife and let them both fall into his chest, into the side of the bed.

And like the family they were, they collapsed against one another, holding each other tight.

Everything’s ok.

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fezcosbluntroller · 9 months

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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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marleyybluu · 10 months

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For You? I'd Do Anything

Fez x f!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, violence, talks about murder but nothing in detail, mentions of blood, mentions of physical abuse (none from Fezco obvi), very sad, pretty angsty, swearing

A/N: Idk why but I just felt like writing something kind of dark. If any of those warnings will trigger you please do not read this. I've never been so fucking serious in my life. If you'd like to skip this it's understandable, there will be more Fezco content that isn't like this.

The first night she was on his doorstep. It was raining, the sound of the water droplets collided with his window, hard enough to lull him into a deep sleep. It droned out the sound of the pounding on his door, it woke up his little brother Ashtray, who walked with his pistol in his hand just in case. He peeped through the curtains on the window and noticed her blue car parked on the street in front of their house, he put the pistol on the table nearby and opened the door. Her eyes were red, tears continuously streaming down her face, she was shaking-- wet and cold. He pulled her inside asking what happened but she just asked for a towel and for him to get Fez.

So he did, shaking his older brother awake to let him know there was someone downstairs for him. He groaned, the one night he had actually gone to sleep early and it was being disturbed. He dragged his feet down the hall and plopped down the steps. He rubbed the sleep out of his eye and then suddenly stopped when he saw her, wrapped in one of their towels but still shaking. His concern for his sleep melted away and turned into worry over her. He looked over his shoulder to see his brother standing at the top of the steps, he shooed him away telling him to head back to bed and he did.

Fez reached the bottom of the steps and carefully reached out for her. "What happened, love?" He tried his best to hold in the anger that was brewing, he knew it probably had something to do with her on-and-off boyfriend who he despised, not just out of jealousy. He shook his head wondering how this guy got so lucky to be with one of the most beautiful women on this planet and managed to fuck it up over and over again. She always came by with bruises, scratches, old scars that she hadn't shown him yet. They'd go weeks without talking because he'd be monitoring her like he was some kind of fucking warden. Fuck this guy.

She didn't deserve any of this, and if she'd let him he'd teach him a thing or two about putting his hands on women. But she kept saying the same thing about how he'd just make it worse and she'd handle it. But she never did. She was stuck, it felt like it to her and it looked like it to others.

Fez was the only person keeping her sane, the only person she'd actually open up to about it in detail. "Ma... come on, let me fucking get this guy."

She sat down around his kitchen table, clothes still wet but he'd worry about it later, he handed her a pack of ice and she put over her bruised cheek. She hissed but soon relaxed under the cooling feel. "Fez, please, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"It's not no trouble, I'll pop this fucking bitch and you'll live on being happy and free. I just want you to be happy."

"I know."

"Nah, I don't think you know." He said with a bit of frustration in his voice. She sighed, her whole body sulking and decompressing with it like letting air out of a balloon. Her nails tapped against the surface of the table. "I didn't come here to argue with you, please."

He shrugged. "I'm not trynna argue with you... I just want you to find someone who actually fucking loves you, who won't put their hands on you, who'll treat you like the pretty fucking princess you are. So you won't have to look over your shoulder in fear."

"What? Someone like you?" She bit. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and glanced over at the screen door to avoid her eye contact. She softly smiled. She did like him. Sometimes she'd swear she was in love with him, he treated her better than he did. Flowers, gifts, any time they went to the mall and she even blinked at a piece of clothing he'd buy for her. And it wasn't just the material things it was the company... the compliments, the words of reassurance and encouragement on days that she just didn't feel like herself. He made her heart grow. She knew she should be with someone like him. She should be with him.

He avoided her question. "If you wanna stay here tonight you can, I'll get you some clothes."

She'd probably get in shit for it but she took him up on his offer, changing out of her wet clothes into his dry ones. They shared the bed, it was nice and cozy. She lay on her side staring at the raindrops running down the glass of the window, she sighed knowing that in the morning she had to go back to that loveless home, that dark place, it was like a pit of sadness. But for that night she'd enjoy his presence.

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The next time she was on his doorstep. It seemed like she only came at night but it was easier to sneak out that way, she knew he was a heavy sleeper-- a war could take place and it wouldn't shake him. Fez was home alone this time, sitting in his living room finishing his joint when there was a knock at the door, he groaned getting up from his comfortable position to answer. When the door swung open she stood there and just like all the other times in between she was bloodied and bruised.

And as usual, it pissed him off but he took care of her, told her to chill out on the couch while he ran her a hot bath. But this time was different, she was scared to be alone, she followed him to the bathroom and watched as the tub filled up and he poured some lavender body wash that he had bought just for her into the water. She leaned against the counter with her head down, feeling a sense of shame that after every incident she ran here but she didn't want to go anywhere else. Fez ran a washcloth under the running water and carried it back to her. His finger tipped her chin up so she was looking at him, his eyes ran over her injuries, a bruise on the other cheek, a cut on her lip and a cut on her eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, she didn't even know what she was saying it for, force of habit. "Stop."

"I know I need to leave him, okay? It's not easy. Everyone thinks you can just pack your shit and go, you can just run but there's always this stupid fucking feeling that I owe him. I've put up with him for so long that it feels like it's my fault that I'm getting hit all the time." She rambled feeling a tear spill over. "I fucking hate him. I wish he'd just drop dead."

Fez stiffened. He wasn't a genie in a bottle but that was a wish he could grant if she'd let him. "Stupid... just fucking stupid." She mumbled. He raised his hand to dab the blood on her lip. "You're not stupid. None of this is your fault-"

"Why does it feel like it?"

It was a question he couldn't answer, he wasn't in her shoes but he'd walk a mile in them if it meant giving her a break from this torture. The two remained silent as he cleaned her up. She carefully stripped out of her clothes but groaned with each movement so Fez helped her until she got to her undergarments. He froze, the damage on the surface was nothing compared to the rest of her body. His blood was boiling, his skin was hot. His nostrils flared and she noticed in the reflection that his face had started to turn red. "Fez, babes, it's okay. Please. I don't want to dwell on it anymore." He respected her wishes.

For now.

He told her he'd be downstairs if she needed anything. He left alone with the bathroom door cracked just in case. He returned to his spot on the couch but couldn't even concentrate on the television anymore, he wasn't even high, she had sobered him up with her visit.

Fez wandered off to the kitchen to grab some water, his mind drifting to all the scenarios of heinous ways to end this guy's life. He found himself almost smiling at the torturous ones.

He opened the fridge hoping there was something he could at least make for her but there was nothing. He grabbed his car keys and stood at the bottom of the steps. "I'm bout to get some food, you want something?"

"My usual, please." She shouted from the bathroom. "Aight, I'll be quick."

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She snacked on a bag of chips while waiting for him, sent him multiple texts asking where he was, if he was okay because it usually didn't take this long. After fighting to stay awake she toppled over on the couch and fell asleep. She must've been in a deep slumber because she didn't hear him come in, the bag with their food in his bloodied hand. He was careful to tip-toe around her and into the kitchen where he dropped the bag on the counter and went over to the sink to wash his hands off. His heart was racing, not because he was anxious about what he'd just done, he was just scared of her finding him rinsing off his red hands. He looked down, there were splatters on his shirt and pants, he sighed knowing he'd have to take them off.

After washing his hands as well as he could he crept back into the living room, she was stirring and mumbling but she was still sleeping. He jogged up the stairs and removed his clothes tossing them in a plastic bag and stuffing it under his bed for now. His decision was rash, he didn't have time to plan the aftermath. He changed into a pair of basketball shorts and headed back down the steps where he noticed she was no longer on the couch but in the kitchen.

"Fez..." She called out, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Yeah? My bad I'm late, the car was making this weird ass noise and-"

"What's on the bag? I-is it blood?"

He scrunched up his face. "What did... oh my God what did you do?" Her chest quickly rose and fell, she backed away from the bag and him, putting her hand up for extra space when he took a step forward. "I took care of your problem." He said bluntly, he didn't feel bad about it, he had no shame. He did it for her, he'd do anything for her.

She was a cluster fuck of emotions, but she mostly felt grief and she didn't know who it was toward. If it was for the man who had seemingly lost his life, he was still someone's child, still someone's brother-- she couldn't even imagine the look on his mom's face if she found out about this. But she also felt grief for Fez, to feel like he had to take this situation into his own hands, he wasn't one to pull triggers that was mostly Ash, and the fact that Fez felt... he knew he had to go to extremes to protect her, to free her from her shackles;

In some twisted fucking way she thought it was sweet... it was caring.

She said nothing as she stumbled past him, her legs felt like they'd give out at any moment. Fez sighed and hung his head. Now he felt bad, again not for the crime, but for not thinking how it would make her feel. This was someone, that despite what he was doing to her, she was still attached to-- still cared for and possibly still loved. He sucked his teeth taking the food out of the bag and putting it in the fridge, he dumped the plastic bag in the garbage, not a smart move but he'd deal with everything in the morning.

He turned off the light and the television in the living room and headed upstairs. He snuck into his room where she lay on the bed, her back turned to him. He grabbed his pillows and tucked them under his arm, her ears perked up as she heard him walk away. "Where are you going?" She mumbled. "I'll sleep in Ash's room."

She turned over to face him. "No, you won't." She lifted up the blanket inviting him over, he did his best to hide his smile as he dropped the pillows back on the bed, he slid under the covers and draped them over him. She found herself moving closer, resting her forehead on his chest. His arm slinging over her, his fingers running up and down her spine.

"Thank you." She whispered. He kissed the top of her head. "Always."

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𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟷𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"You don't get to be done!" the anger in her voice almost scared him, she had never reacted like that towards him. Sure they argued but he had never see her this angry. He had never made her this angry. "Well I am." the huff that escaped his throat was like breath of fresh air even if it was for a moment. "That's not how we work fez you don't just get to blow up at me and tell me your done." he could practically hear are heart breaking as her eyes started to water. He never wanted to hurt Y/N like this he loved her more than he had ever loved anything before.

To be painfully honest, that's what scared him.He could tell you the exact second he fell in love with her. It was about a month after he moved in with his grandma. He had noticed her in school before she always had her hair in two ponytails depending on the day she would have different color ribbons. She always wore some kind of dress or skirt to match, her bright smile could light up any room. She had missed a week of school and he would always catch himself looking for her. But the day she had finally come to school again it was different there was no dress, no ribbon, so smile.

He remembered the way her hair was in a messy bun, She wore jeans. Something he had never seen her wear before and they way her face look she was tired. He and never put any effort into to talking to her before and he didn't know why he decided to that day but he did. Now Fezco would admit he was a shy person but he could just tell she needed someone.

After almost spending the entire school day bothering her try to get her to talk to him he found out more than he excepted. Her mom had just pasted and she was left with her acholic father who didn't care if she went to school or not or if she ate. He had to basically beg her to come home with him after school where his grandma had helped her comb out her ratty hair and gave her actual food. The way she spoke to his grandmother the way the small girl made the old woman laugh.

That's when he knew he was utterly in love Y/N L/N and there was absolute nothing he could do about it not that he wanted to anyway. Over time she came over more and more. Once her bastard of a father put his hands on her and she told kitty she had moved her in. Time past ashtray came along kitty got sick and it was up to them to keep the 'Family business' going and they did together. When Fez dropped out of high school freshman year so did she they were a team.

He found the courage to make the first move not longer after and they had been together ever since. They were each others first everything, first kiss, first time, first love. Y/n was fez's ride or die she would do anything for him with question but so would he. "I cant do this with you no mo Y/N" his hand ran over his face shaking slightly he didn't want to this apart of him hoped she would fight him on this he prayed she would.

"Why not because we've been fighting for a little while well get over it, it's not a big deal." the way she spoke had his heart clenching her voice was so soft compared to what it was only moments ago. "nah bro this isn't no little while its been months." he could see ash shaking his head from the door way of his room silently pleading with him to stop. He knew although ash always knew stuff he didn't suspect him to.

"Did you just bro me really?" the laugh that escaped her after was anything but humors. "Y/N come on man." please fight. "Come on what, what the fuck do you want from me Fezco you want me to let you go, you want me to leave you really want to be done." no please god no. the anger in her voice slowly come back almost as if she flipped a switch. "Yes" the words escaping him burning to get out he felt like he could be sick. The Livingroom suddenly felt smaller.

His eyes were locked on her trying hardest to read her. tell me to shut up tell me no, don't go i love you please. "fine" and with that she made a b-line for there room, his room. He just stood there for a minute not really comprehend what just happed. Finally ash spoke up snapping him back to reality. "your a fucking idiot." slamming his door shut before he had a change rebuttal not like Fez would if he wanted to. Ash was right he was an idiot he just stood there not knowing what to do.

After what felt like an eternity to him she finally came out of his room a couple of bag around her arms. "ill come get the rest of my stuff in a couple of days." she didn't even make eye contact with him she just stayed focused on the ground. "where you going." he didn't even know if he had the right to ask his the one who told you to leave. "My dads he sober now, I'm gonna go see what that's about." the laugh escaping her body was small it was there but small.

He didn't even get a chance to respond before her body started moving towards the door opening it. "see ya O'Neill take care I love you." stepping outside the door before she could close it however he grab her face in his hands connecting there lips. The kiss was long neither one of them pulling away never wanting this moment end. Once he did pull away he brushed a piece of hair that fell in front her face behind her ear "i love you too ma." The small smile that broke it way on her face made his brain spin.

"There it is." She laughed she just wanted hear him say it one more time. She slowly pulled away making her way to car before getting in and driving away. Like I said before they were each others first everything they just never thought they would be each others first heartbreak to.

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗘’𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗭𝗖𝗢 𝗢’𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

* = NEWEST | ☀︎︎ = FLUFF | ☽ = ANGST

UPDATED: JULY 10, 2022

SKYE’S NAV. | REQUESTS

SERIES.

COMING SOON!

ONE SHOTS.

☀︎︎ baby mama - after a long sickness and missed period, valentine finally realizes what’s wrong with her (boyfriend!fezco x blackwoman!oc)

☀︎︎ forever his girl - paris and fezco have been best friends for ten years. four out of those ten, they’ve been very obvious and open about their love for each other (bestfriend!fezco x blackwoman!oc)

*☽ not so innocent - some people just don’t understand that cleo’s not one to be fucked with, at all. (boyfriend!fezco x badass!blackwoman!oc)

BLURBS.

COMING SOON!

TROPES.

COMING SOON!

HEAD CANNONS.

COMING SOON!

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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AHHHH IM SO GLAD REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

anyway can you write a fix about fez and his girlfriend being a celebrity actress/singer and she spends a lot of time away from him but when they are together they are both so so happy and maybe like little blurbs of them missing eachother or blurbs of them together and really happy? thank you!!!!

Sure :)

"Another hug." Fezco pulls me back into his arms and I giggle against his chest, loving the feeling of his arms around me. My eyes tear at the thought of not seeing him, touching him, smelling him for months while I'm gone, only able to text him and speak to him over the phone.

I don't know if that's worse for Fez or for me.

"Don't want you to go." He mutters, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, his fingers gripping the back of my shirt tightly, as if he's terrified to let me go. "Wish I could go with you." He sighs, my heart panging painfully in my chest at the sound of his broken, cracked voice.

"You've got Ash to take care of. Your grandma too- I'll be fine." My hand rests on the back of his head, thumb brushing circles into the skin. "I'll just miss you." He nods, pressing one last kiss to my lips before allowing me to step back to wipe my teary eyes. "Go kick some ass."

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A smile spreads across my lips at the sight of my phone lighting up in the dark hotel room, the space in my heart filling with love at Fez's name sprawled out across the screen.

Fezzy How u doin baby

My fingers hover over the keyboard as the three bubbles pop up under his message, my heart racing in my chest and I wait patiently. It had been a long day of filming and interviews, barely getting any time to look over my messages or even give Fez the quickest call.

Fezzy I miss you, so does ash. even rue keeps asking where you are.

My lips pull down into a frown, my heart aching at the thought of him laying in bed, without me, clutching my pillow to him to get any sort of closeness to me.

Me I miss you too, thought of you all day while at work. People kept asking about you and how it feels to be away. I almost cried when one of the interview asked me about Ash.

I bite at my lip, blinking the tears away to try to stay strong, knowing that he's probably a big mushy mess.

Fezzy You got no clue how much that kid misses you. it's getting fuckin annoying and shit, he won't even smoke with me.

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"Hi baby!" Fez's bright smile makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, my nerves already getting the best of me as we arrive the event, my limo slowing to a stop. "I just got to the event, I needed to talk to you before going in." I blow out a breath, pulling the camera back so he can take a good look at me.

"Look hot, ma. Wish I was there to be on your arm." His voice is bittersweet and I can't help the image that pops up in my head of him decked out in a full suit and tie, matching my dress and on my arm as my favorite accessory.

"I'm just really nervous so I wanted to hear your voice." He grins and runs a hand over the top of his head, tilting his chin teasingly at me.

"You look really good." He whispers, blowing out a breath as his freckled cheeks blush cutely, boyishly.

"I'll send you a picture later of me in a full length mirror. Or maybe my publicist can send you a pic." I wink, catching a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and he chuckles, his brows raising and he sheepishly looks away from the camera.

"I'm sure that I'll be seeing pics all over the media." He whistles, already knowing how this goes and how many pictures and interviews will flood the internet over the next forty-eight hours.

"I'm sure you'll cherish them."

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My hands shake as I look frantically throughout the incoming flights, waiting for my eyes to connect with familiar blue ones, eager to wrap my arms around my man and never let go. And I'm sure he feels the same.

Looking around, I spot him quicker than I thought I would only because he typically waits along the wall so he doesn't get caught up in the paparazzi and fans but today he's in the front. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a huge smile written across his lips.

By the time I'm in his arms, arms thrown around his neck, face buried in his shoulder, he's already whispering kind words, excited more than words can say.

"I missed you." He whispers with a shudder, a small laugh leaving my lips as my feet touch the ground once more, my body leaning back so I can look up at him with teary eyes.

"Missed you more."

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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(Euphoria Masterlist)

Fezco:

Protection 🔥🌸🥺

Jealousy 🔥🌸

His Girl 🌸 (Short)

Loving You 🥺🥺🔥🌸

Arguments 🌸🥺

That's Hot (coming)

Ash (platonic):

Mom 🌸🥺

Saved Me 🌸🥺

Maddy:

Bitch, You're My Soulmate 🌸🥺🔥

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eufezco · 2 years

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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.

#fezco smut #euphoria smut #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #fezco x you #fez smut #fezco imagine #fezco fluff #euphoria fluff #fez fluff #fez imagine #fez x y/n #fez x you #fezco angst #euphoria angst

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 6 months

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Hiya, Poorni ❤️! Your NOTPs for Eric Forman, please?

Fez/Eric - For starters, I hate Fez so fucking much in the later seasons and I don't want him near ANYONE except for a therapist. Also the fact that he was going on about Donna being too good for Eric while watching his friends change clothes, taking pics up their skirts, watching them have sex. In the earlier seasons I would've have minded the idea of them as a couple, but post s4 i wanna deck him in the face.

Eric/Kelso - Eric deserves so much better for starters. Like I don't see him even wanting to kiss Kelso because of the whole Jackie, Laurie, Pam Macy, and Lisa (name of Sacred Heart girl in my verse) things. MAYBE in s6 when Kelso had grown up, I wouldn't mind but meh. Eric Forman deserves better.

#answered #sunshine ☀️#eric forman #ef meta #my meta #anti fez x eric #anti eric x kelso #anti fez #anti michael kelso #that's it #even with s4 E/D their angst could be interesting at times #but Fez and Kelso just need to GO #also Eric/Hyde because they’re basically brothers and I see Hyde as straight

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fezcosbluntroller · 1 year

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Main Masterlist

My masterlist filled with all of my works including from my other secondary blogs which includes @eddiemsbitch @grimessbitch and @cliickermiller :) All of these works are my own and I do not permit them being reposted on any other sites with being credited

Eddie Munson- Stranger Things

Fezco And Ashtray- Euphoria

Ellie and Joel - The Last Of Us

Rick and Daryl- The Walking Dead

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deememm · 2 years

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I'm beggin' you, please can you come back to me 'cause I was blind to see That's who was right in front of me

Some in East Highland would say that Francesco O'Neill and Alexandra Howard had a relationship like no other. The boy born into a life he didn't ask for and the girl next door who made sure everyone was taken care of. Growing up with each other, they shared scars from the wounds their fathers had left behind, memorable stories from their latchkey evenings after school, and untold feelings they harbored within their souls. They were kindred spirits that understood what it meant to take care of their respective families in a world as tough as the women who raised them.

There were also secrets kept from each other. The lingering glances they gave each other when the other wasn't looking. The late nights spent tossing and turning thinking about life on a farm being more than just best friends. The way they skirted around each other's love lives like they didn't exist.

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Lexi watched from the shadows of her window as Fezco's caddy pulled up to their street. It was 3AM and he had never mentioned anything about going out. Her mind was reeling from all the possibilities of what he could have been doing. No 19-year-old guy stayed out until 3AM unless it was for one thing. She watched dejectedly as he carefully parked on the street in front of their houses, slowly stepping out and shutting his door quietly, always so considerate of others. She watched as he glanced up at her window while walking towards his house, almost like he knew she was there. She ducked further into the shadows like she had been for the past couple of months from his life.

She had noticed the distant look on his face more and more as they hung out. The once comfortable silences became more uncomfortable to her. Like something was dangling in the air that only he could see. Every time she had asked what was on his mind, he would look at her and tell her everything was ok. As much as she wanted to believe him, she knew she was running on borrowed time. She knew one day they would grow up and Fez would find someone else. Maybe he had found out about her harboring feelings towards him. Maybe he didn't want to break her heart. Fez would always remind her that her insecurities would be the only thing stopping her from getting anything she wanted out of life. But he didn't know that all she wanted was a life with him.

Being 17 years old and hopelessly in love with your best friend was something she did not sign up for. Feeling her half-broken heart weigh her down, she crawled back into her bed.

Seeing her phone on the nightstand light up, she reached out to grab it already knowing who it was.

#fexi #fez x lexi #fezco #lexi howard #fexi prompt #fexi edit #fezco x lexi #euphoria #lexi x fez #IF SOMEONE WANTS TO CONTINUE PLS DO SO #I can't write for shit #in my feels #i got a craving for angst ok #Inspired by Infrunami by Steve Lacy #fexi drabble

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plentyoffexi · 1 year

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Lexi in her revenge era when???

#fexi #fexi euphoria #fezco x lexi #lexi and fez #lexi howard #fezco o'neill #fexi au #lexi euphoria #fez x lexi #maude apatow #angus cloud #fezco euphoria #angst

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fezlexfex · 1 year

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need a fic where fez and lexi bring their S/O to their company’s annual christmas party and introduce the other as their “work husband/wife” and their partners realize that lexi and fez are actually really in love with each other

Or a little different (for the angst)

lexi brings fez to her company christmas party and introduces him to her “work husband” and fez gets jealous and is like “wtf is this” and lexi is like “what’s the big deal” then they fight and make up

(also if anyone has already said this before please message me and I’ll delete <3)

#fez x lexi #fexi au #work wife #work husband #you know I love the angst #fexi fic idea #fexi #lexi howard #fezco o'neill #fezco #fexi fic #I wish I was a writer #fics I need

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hyperfixedonsomething · 2 years

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Soooo I started working on the second chapter of my Fexi fic ages ago but I never managed to finish it. Maybe I’ll finish it one day but in the meantime here’s how much I have written:

(Also heres a link to the first chapter if you haven’t read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37662220 )

She was with him at every point. When the screams wouldn’t stop and the mangled body of his brother was the only image in front of his glazed eyes, she was there, by him, never touching but somehow surrounding him with her warmth. At times he hated how safe she made him feel, how much of a haven she was for him because it made him question whether he had ever been that for his brother. It made him question why he deserved to feel so much love and protection when all his brother had ever known was a deep rooted anger and fear that even he hadn’t been able to fathom until the final moments when it seemed hell had crossed over and burned the final bridge that he had built towards that family that he had dreamed of.

Unbeknownst to him, brown eyes had lurked, gazing into his future and placing it in a heart that burned so bright it almost felt like he had no choice but to follow it. Giving up was never truly an option, when a fire burned as fiercely for him and only him.

The ice around him began to drip.

The trial had been long and tedious, he had zoned out for most of it. What good would it do listening to the images that had been seared into his brain, repeated for strangers over and over, every little detail analysed, as if he hadn’t already looked at everything a hundred times over. As if that wasn’t everything he did with his time.

Watch Ash die over and over, see what he did wrong, think about what he could have done right, repeat.

Eventually by some sick twist of his luck or maybe Ashes dying wish, he was acquitted, was allowed to leave a free man and those brown eyes he had been avoiding this entire process, burned his as they searched desperately for a way to ease his suffering, his pain. He wanted to scream there’s nothing you can do, I can’t be fixed, but as soon as he looked directly in them his shoulders loosened and he realised he didn’t want to hurt her. Far from it. He needed to protect her because she was all he had left at this point, and that made him so afraid and mad because why was she all he had left and how was he supposed to protect her when he had failed protecting his own flesh and blood (because Ash was his flesh and blood) and how is it fair to his brother if he protects her when he couldn’t protect him. All this to say that while she was the most important person in the world to him right now and he could barely imagine staying apart from her, he also couldn’t exist in the same space as her without wounding her unjustifiably and becoming like everyone else she had taken care of, becoming another person she loved who didn’t treat her right and lashed out at her because she was there and she always would be because she was nothing if not loyal but she also didn’t think she deserved more. To see her accept that from him when he knew she deserved the world twice over would fucking destroy any semblance of sanity he had so he told her he needed time. He told her he needed time and space and this wasn’t something she should have to shoulder because it was true, his grief was his own and he would let it devour him before he let it touch her.

The desperate resignation in her eyes did nothing to quell the guilt suffocating him.

‘Ashtray wouldn’t want you to do this alone’ she said softly, her lips brushing against his cheek and if the situation weren’t so tragic, he swears he would be able to see heavens doors open just slightly a sliver of hope glinting in the distance.

Instead he turns away from it and spits venom because the anger is rising like bile in the back of his throat and she becomes its first casualty despite his best efforts to protect her.

Her pleading eyes, despite his vile tone, is what solidifies his decision.

However, even once the door closes, the guilt of her pain festers.

He stayed away for a month. For a month straight she would come and drop off food at seven pm on a Saturday, never pushing him out of the darkness he had crawled and locked himself into, content to wait on the other side like a guiding light, flicking but never burning out, always patient. He would watch her from his window, watch as she waited hopefully, recklessly, a few minutes each week before she would set the food down, following through on this tradition she established like it was a religion.

That one glimpse of her would be enough to sustain him the entire week and as he hungrily devoured the only food that wasn’t take out but was made with love and understanding and whispered promises of ‘I’m here’ and ‘I’ll wait, as long as you need me to’, he felt a part of his soul healing as he vowed his devotion to her, the purest part of him forever tied to her and her heart. It was enough. It had to be enough

He would make it enough because she deserved more. She deserved more than his devotion she deserved a solar system at one with her and her movements and words because that is what she created and that was what was in her, an entire universe and for her to dedicate that to him felt so fickle, such a waste.

But she had chosen him and he’d be damned if he questioned the judgement or decision of one of the smartest girls he had ever known.

Still, he needed time. The thoughts plagued him and questions haunted his every move, with every pulse one word would echo in the deep recesses of his mind Whywhywhy,

but all he could do was push and push and push and hope that the brighter things, the memories and hopes he had built with a soft curious voice in his ear, weren’t pushed away as well.

He was well aware how long it had been since he had talked to anyone, his own solitary confinement making up for what he had missed in prison. His phone was dead, had been for three days now but even before then he hadn’t bothered answering any of Rues daily phone calls or texts.

He had been in a haze for a while now, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t eaten anything in 2 days apart from Cheetos. He wasn’t sure what had triggered it, whether it had been his brothers jumper on his bed waiting for it’s owner who would never return or the movie that had made him chuckle slightly looking to his left only to be met with silence and an ice cold chill in his throat.

The only thing he was aware of outside of his overwhelming grief chaining itself to him was a soft knock that made itself known tentatively despite it echoing throughout the apartment. He knew exactly who it was, only one person had ever knocked on his door as lightly and softly as that at his door. It was the knock of someone who loved him without expecting anything in return. He moved towards his window, and she was there, her brown waves cascading against her shoulders, arms crossed , glaring at the door as if it had personally wronged her for blocking her way in the first place. He gazed at her for a while, taking in every detail that had changed since he last saw her and his soul felt like it was being redeemed, pulled from the depths of the ocean to gain a second of fresh air, a minute of salvation from the oppressive weight that had been pushing him lower, lower, lower. She turned, the sun surrounding her like an aura, and he felt his breath catch in his throat because she was so damn beautiful and she cared so much, for him, when he didn’t deserve and inch, a fraction of the mercy she had shown him by still loving him despite how broken he was, how much he damaged everything he touched.

So when he saw her empty hands and heard her knock again, he closed his eyes and prayed to a God he wasn’t sure ever listened to him, to just this once, leave him in his misery by himself. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t fucking deserve this.

The knocking persisted.

He fell onto the sofa, the guilt burning a hole in his sternum.

He must have drifted off at some point as he woke up in the dark, the light that had been streaming through his windows dulled and replaced by a soft moonlight.

He squinted at his phone. It was 2 in the morning. The last sound he had drifted off to had been Lexis soft knocks that had been slowly but surely tapping away at his resistance. With every knock he could feel her warmth seeping through the hard wood working its way into his heart.

He had retreated to the land where he could hold her without hurting her and hoped she would learn to hate him because not loving her seemed impossible in that moment with her so close. He had been selfish and used the warmth to lull himself into a peaceful slumber for the first time in months.

He stood up slowly, the absence of her knocks allowing the cold to slowly creep back into his soul.

For a second he wondered if she had stayed, her stubbornness not being lost on him and as much as he prayed she had not been stupid enough to stay outside his door, in this neighbourhood, at this time, his heart stuttered skipping a beat at the thought that she could.

A new sense of urgency filled him and pushed him to check, rushing towards the door, yanking it open in a panicked scramble.

And there she was, sleeping on concrete while he had been dozing on feathers and the guilt engulfed him tenfold, forcing him to lean against the door frame, as he breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been harmed, that some cosmic force she didn’t believe in but was all he had, protected her when he couldn’t, hadn’t.

Fuck, he felt like he was going into cardiac arrest.

For a second he just watched her chest rising and falling, every breath she took feeling more sacred than any prayer he could make.

He moved towards her, a magnetic force, an invisible string pulling him to her and for a second he gave in, gathering her in his arms, and as he lifted her up, he swore he had never felt lighter.

Her resistance was short and he couldn’t help but beam with pride at his girl, so fucking smart, even half asleep.

He kept his lips on her forehead as he moved inside, whispering reassurances into her skin, hoping they would somehow embed themselves into her mind, a constant reassurance that the cruelties of this world couldn’t touch her. Not anymore. Not while he was there. He would protect her, even if he couldn’t protect-

‘I gotchu Lex’

Even if it was from himself.

He had laid her down on the couch and covered her with the afghan, the everlasting symbol of his love, the everlasting symbol of those he had strived to protect but had only destroyed and he let a few tears escape because no matter how deeply he cared or how much love he gave, it seemed to never be enough for life to just let him love unrestrained, uncaring.

He sat on the chair, a constant vigil over her, praying for her safety, for her love to go unharmed.

He retreated as the sun rose.

There was no place for his storm in the sunlight.

He couldn’t help himself. He heard her footsteps outside and it felt like the future he had envisioned, so close yet so far. She was waking up in his home, her feet echoing in the corridor, her presence forever a comfort, as undeserving of it he is.

He walks out and sees her stretching, arms over her head. The first thing he notices in the brightness of the new day is how sunken her features are, how thin her arms are. She’s still a vision but he can see the impact of the last few months starkly, his mind unable to release him from any guilt that could be tied to him because it was his fault. She had to go through this because he couldn’t help himself when he saw that quiet, pretty girl on that sofa who had been in his orbit for so long. He was selfish and he had to get that worried look off her face because it physically hurt him to know something was causing a girl this sweet, this loving, pain.

He walks towards her and his hands come up to her face, reverential, grazing over her cheekbones. He tells her that she looks thinner, and a litany of emotions flicker over her face, all of them gone too fast before he can try and decipher them. He hates the mask she puts on before she responds that he does too.

He doesn’t know why but that angers him. Everyone always needing to worry about him, directing attention to him when all he wants to do is protect them. It’s what got Ash killed and its like a bucket of ice water has been poured over him because he realises he hates that the people he cares about, that he has promised to keep safe constantly go against him as if to throw his concern in his face. Here was Lexi, doing the exact same thing.

He steps away and tries to make her understand, to make her listen “You shouldn’t have stayed out there. Its dangerous round here.”

He tenses as she scoffs. He’s misstepped.

‘‘Well I’m sorry if we were a bit concerned. You know we haven’t seen you for a month.”

She wasn’t as cruel as she could have been. She doesn’t mention how he could have just opened the door but it doesn’t sting any less. She talks of concern and it stings because he knows what he’s doing to those he cares about and he knows he can’t do this forever but he also can’t bare to let anyone else too close. He's now seen how it ends and the vision is seared into his mind and the prophecy that his grandmother had passed down is constantly echoing in his mind.

It’s what leads him to take a deep breath and move away from her because he knew that any words that left him would be rebutted by her, disproven by the strength of her love and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from falling into her comfort, her fearlessness that no one but him seems to be able to see because as much as he wants to protect her, she won’t leave until she believes she can’t protect him.

Therefore he has to be the one to be cruel.

His silence suffocates her and he can feel it in the way she withdraws into herself as he watches her leave from the kitchen.

After, he locks himself in the bathroom and closes his eyes, allowing the silence to suffocate him too.

She comes over often after that, always lingering and floating around his space, making it feel more and more like a home each day and that’s why at the end of each day even when he vows to not let her in the next time, when she returns, her heart on her sleeve and her loyalty clear in the way she holds her self, confident and unmoving like he’s never seen her, he will give in to the deep seated desire and conviction he has that she’s safer here, near him, near his love that would never let anything happen to her.

But he still can’t look her in the eyes, talk to her for more than a few seconds at a time. His love is an oxymoron and he doesn’t understand why its like this but the grief and guilt that still swim in his gut and climb up into his mind at night when all he’s left with are thoughts of a boy in his hallway, a baby, a business partner, a child, a red dot, are a strong indication of why he can’t fully express his love yet, why he can’t let her in.

Still he hopes the comfort and love he finds in her can be felt by her through their connection, through whatever force had brought them together on that fateful night.

He can hear her cleaning, caretaking as she is used to and he wants to tell her to stop because that’s not why he lets her in. Her just being there is enough she doesn’t have to prove herself, her worth like she does with everyone else, he knows she’s worth more than this, more than him. But he can’t seem to move way from his room, his mourning still in progress, his brothers body still fresh in the hall. His punishment is not done and all he can pray for is her patience and her willingness to wait for him.

“Wait for me, Lex” He whispers to himself over and over as he tries to go to her, to show her at least an ounce of the affection she deserves. He thinks if he says it enough maybe, just maybe, he’ll gain the courage he lost that night.

It’s not that, instead its a cry of pain that has his heart stop and then beating at an unhealthy pace yet again, and he swears this girl will be the death of him as he rushes to see what happened because he was categorically sure she was just watching TV last he heard, finally settling after working on trying to fix the scars that decorated his house and were an irreversible reminder of everything that had changed.

He sees her as he rushes out, lying in a heap on the floor and he curses at himself of being so incapable of protecting the people he loves because wasn’t that all he had to do, and how fucking hard could it be yet here he is without a brother and the girl he loves in pieces and in pain on the floor in front of him.

“What the fuck happened?” He asks her crouching down next to her, pulling her up and its electric the touch and he’s greedy so he moves the hair away from her face, his fingers brushing her cheek and he swears he can feel something inside him falling into place.

She starts talking about what happened and he hears her words but more than anything he absorbs and rests in the familiarity of it, of hearing her voice wash over him. It slowly fades as a spark of recognition lights up her eyes too and he slowly lifts her hand to his lips because he’s so selfish that he hopes that the jolt of electricity running through him can be felt by her, can heal her but more than that can heal him. He hears her call his name gently “Fezco” and he knows what’s coming, can hear the concern clear as day in her voice and he wants to take it all away from her, shoulder that weight himself and not let her burden herself with his problems because she is so much better than this, than him.

So when she pulls him into a soft kiss, he deepens it and he tries to tell her that they can’t, they can’t do this, he would never be able to live with himself if something happened to her as well and so he makes it a goodbye, the most beautiful and heartbreaking goodbye he’s ever had to initiate.

He’s a mess though and when they part he realises he won’t be able to stay away forever, he can try but her pull is too powerful and he’s not as fearless as her, he’s a slave to his circumstance, always looking to higher beings to let him have what he wants, to let him have peace because who else could he rely on, who else was left (except the girl in front of him but that was too much pressure to put on her and he would never add more to her burden when he could help it.)

So as the girl in front of him breaks down into sobs that wreck his entire being, that he would kill to never hear again, he whispers apologies and leaves. Her voice echoes and as he closes his door waiting for her to leave, to relieve herself of the burden he has so unfairly placed on her, he wonders if he is maybe making the biggest mistake of his life.

As he hears the door shut and feels the ice and fire roaring inside him, he curls in on himself trying to get rid of the pain. As it swells he realises the only cure is her and as much as he hates himself for it he hopes she’ll come back, that she will ignore him like he’s done before. That she will heal him.

“Please Lex” he sobs into his empty room “Please, come back.”

She doesn’t come back.

Not the next day or the next week or even the next month and with each passing moment he feels a piece of himself fracture, maybe beyond repair.

#the ending is kinda sad which i didnt mean to happen #but yh here it is coz ik some people were asking for a Fez POV #Fexi #hopefully will finish it one day lol #Fezco #lexi howard #euphoria #Fexi fanfic #Fexi drabble #angst #ashtray

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