#fezco scenario

[eufezco]

HEY!!! im not dead i've just been so sad i got my heart broken i went to conan gray's concert and i've been studying a lot!!! i promise i'll post ANYTHING this week :D

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[lumax-mayclair]

hey friend 💖, I got a fexi ask for you:

what 3 gifs make you think of fexi?

Ahh!! A Fexi ask! Thank you!

#made my own #this is a wonky list but it’s honestly all the kinds of intimacy and love I see within fexi #cuz these couples are the most love of love couples imo #could totally see them in any of these scenarios #*that’s love bitch* meme #true love #euphoria #lexi howard #fexi #fezco #lexi x fez #fez #fez x lexi #fezco x lexi #lexi x fezco #fezco euphoria #jenna and julien #bob and linda #bobs burgers #jack and rose

[lavender-blush]

Lexi gets extremely emotional during sex and almost always cries a little. At first Fez is concerned, constantly asking her if she's okay. As time goes by they reach an understanding beyond words. He gently kisses away her tears, immediately feeling her lips curl into a soft smile.

#i can also picture a reverses scenario tbh #lexi howard #fezco o'neill #fezco euphoria #fexi #julie thinks

[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face 2 | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 3k+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, sexual assault, forced sexual labor, exploitation of young girl, abuse, abusive household, vulnerable situations.

A/N: So happy to keep going with this story! Thank you for those who ask or wanted a part 2! Hope you enjoy it! If anyone thinks any other warning should be included please let me know, thank you!

Fuck

No

Shit

Your body went cold. You had stopped moving and just stared at him, eyes locked. He kept an unfazed look, just looking up at you with his drowsy eyes. He wanted to know, he needed to know if you were his doll face. The little girl he had befriended all those years ago.

You regained your autonomy over your body and resumed your movements, praying that no one had heard or gotten suspicious.

“Doll face? You know sweetcheeks, carrot boy?”

Shit

Fuck

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.

“Nah, just confused her face.”

“She is a good one, isn't she?" You heard him say again. The redhead nodded slowly.

“Yeh, she is.”

Mouse’s laughter reverb over the place, making you feel the pressure of not stopping. Not looking at him.

“Yeah, she is a sweet one,” he took a sip of beer, “I promise, you can’t even imagine the number of guys that have cum in that same seat, my man…little sweetcheeks here making them cum with just a dance!”

Your jaw clenched, wanting him to stop talking about you like that. It was already an unpleasant enough experience to live as for to relieve it by word. Although the man beneath you seemed to not care at all.

He looked past your face and opened a beer from the many near. Raising his brows, making him seem like he couldn’t believe Mouse’s words.

“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.

“Yeah! Word is, little sissy here gives the best head around the neighborhood,” he comes near you, slapping one of your ass cheeks.

You had to grip the redhead's shoulders to prevent you from shuddering.

Please stop talking. You kept repeating in your head, with your eyes closed. Desiring to disappear from the embarrassment and just not having to face the look on the man’s face beneath you.

It wasn’t like you liked to do that. You just had to. A job is a job. Those words kept you going and stopped you from falling apart. 

At first, you had managed to keep up with your weekly quotas by just dancing, but when word got around, Mouse decided to higher his commission. Forcing you to look for more ways to make money.

And any time you tried to get a job that didn’t involve this word, your brother was back at you with threats and violence. You had tried so many times before, you ever gave your first blow job and had some bills thrown at your face.

You had felt disgusted with yourself and scrubbed your tongue. After that, you brushed your teeth for eternity. It took you long enough to insert in your head that it was part of your job. That it was just a job.

But word got around. Again. And as always, Mouse found a way to benefit himself. And now he had you dancing for his people and sucking them off. You didn’t even get privacy having to do everything in that same chair.

It was disgusting. It made you cry a lot. And it was something you definitely didn’t want him to know about.

Fez

Your Fezco

Only God knows how hard you prayed for so long for this day. Day, noon, night.

Your imagination had been the only thing that had kept you happy all this time. In the middle of dancing, upstage or private, between jobs, the only thing that kept you going and smiling was thinking about the different scenarios in which you could meet again.

Your favorite one was where you find yourselves at the university. You are walking around, maybe at the start of your first semester there. You are still a little lost and getting used to the installations that it takes you a while to get around.

You had your math class next and were absolutely lost with the indications that the office gave you. So, you asked a group of people sitting at an outside table.

They were friendly, and one of the girls even offered to take you. You thanked them all and left with the girl. And then, she would say something like, “Oh my GOD, you are going to love this class. The teacher assistant is so cute. Everyone loves it just because of him.”

And you wouldn’t believe her, oblivious to what was coming next. But when she left you at the door, and you had chosen your seat, it was going to be his voice that would have made you look up. And there he would have been, being a math teacher assistant. A great one.

Then, you would approach him, he would remember you, of course, and your encounters would increase following that day.

That was your favorite scenario because it just seemed right. It felt right. That was how life should have been for both of you.

But it never occurred, and you were stuck here. Being pulled by your hair by your brother’s hand brings you back to your reality.

The force that he pulled you with made you moan from the pain.

“Yeah, right," he laughed. “She loves it when you pull her like this, just like the slut she is, right little sissy,” he shoveled your head to the side with force and left the room, probably going to look for someone to deal with him.

Any female who would have been forced to have him couldn't help but make you feel bad.

You felt a soft hand go behind your head, taking it softly and caressing your skull. Fez, oh Fez. Still looking at you with those same eyes. And the same look he always had on for you when you were just kids.

He looked around discreetly, and when he was sure no one was around, he grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving.

You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.

“Hi,” you muttered, failing to contain your nervousness and focusing your eyes anywhere else than his face.

Yet, he cradled your face softly. Inciting you to rest your cheeks in his hold, making you feel warm, safe, and delicate.

“My pretty doll face,” he couldn’t believe his eyes, “You were here? All this time? How did I never see you?”

“I keep to myself mostly. When not working or with…Mouse,” you doubt a little at the end. You see his eyes harden at the name.

“What’s he of you?”

You clench your jaw, embarrassed at the situation. At first, you were a little doubtful, but you finally told him, “My brother.”

“No brother should be treating his little sister like that,” his eyes soften at your sight. For him, you seemed fragile due to all the abuse and violence surrounding you, and it was wrong. You had always been full of confidence in yourself. You never seemed scared and always smiled at the world. That was you, he remembered, the little girl that had been the focal source of inspiration all this time.

He wanted you to become her again, your true self. Not what these people wanted and were forcing you to be; scared and oppressed, abused.

“Women should be protected, adored. No matter their job choice or anything,” he murmured against your forehead, leaving his lips pressed, trying to comfort you without being too excessive with his touch.

But you wanted a hug, you caved touch from him. After all these years without any glimpse of gentleness, you had forgotten what it felt to be warm.

Slowly, your arms went around his middle, and he secured you between his arms, eyes closed by both parts. Just two people savoring the moment.

“Why have you not you left,”

“I can’t. I’ve tried so many times,” you felt the tears starting to form.

He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.

"Whenever you pack your things and leave, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

“Fezco, you don’t have to,”

“Too bad, I want to,” he smiled at you.

“Fezco,” you said softly.

“I want to, doll face. Okay?”

“Okay,” you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Now this has "Whenever you pack your things and depart, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.

Sadly, all good things have to end, and this moment too.

“I have to go, little girl,” he murmured against your hair.

“Just…5 minutes more, please?” 

“I wish, but not wanna risk getting someone mad at you,” he said as his arms prepared to let you go, but you snuggled closer into his chest.

“I don’t want to let you go,” you tighten your grip on him.

He laughs softly while exhaling. You are not letting me go, ma." He kisses the crown of your head, saying, "We'll be together again. Where're you working at, pretty girl?"

You press your lips together in a tight line before you let out a sigh, “At the neighborhood’s strip club.”

“Alright, now I know where to find you,”

“We’re not losing contact anymore?”

He exaggerates his hold on you while kissing your crown, saying, "No more, pretty one," which causes you to chuckle. "You won't be free of me, you hear me? I have to give this gorgeous one a lot of visits.

You nod, euphoric by his words. But wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear you say yes and laugh. For you, let yourself be carefree for a second.

He moves his lips down to your ear and repeats his question with a funny tone, “You hear me, ma? You hear me!?” 

“Yes! Yes, I do!” you laugh, looking up at him, just for him to be already staring back at you with his hooded eyes and a cute smile. He kissed your forehead one last time before getting up with you still in his arms and letting you down in the chair gently.

He strokes your face, taking some strands off and tucking them behind your ears. You smiled at him, and he had never stopped doing so. He walked backward for most of the footpath until he closed that door, and you were back.

Aware of your surroundings, feeling the disgust coming back and curling up on the chair, starting to count to 10, trying to control your breaths.

Nights and days went by, and you had to keep up with your life. Your work and your dancing. But you couldn’t help feeling some sort of hope filling you. You felt motivated for a better future. That there might be a future out there after all.

You felt yourself changing and even started dancing in between your dances. It felt unbelievable how powerful a moment can become, no matter how short.

Your shift had ended, and you were putting away your things in your bag when one of the security guys entered the room. You side-eye him, “You want to head? If you do, the price went up.”

“Your brother’s guy is here. They are waiting for you. Outside.” he gruffed, leaving just as he entered.

You froze. The only time this happens is when your payment is due. And you were not due until the end of the week. You walk through the people until going through the back door and waving goodbye to the early morning shift guys.

You kept your head down, walking silently and with an iron grip over your bag. You recognize the man standing out of the vehicle, one of your brother's buddies.

He opens the door without making a sound, giving each other a nod, closing it after you. You stare at him through the tinted glass. The car was empty beside your brother’s presence beside you.

“I’m not due,” you muttered.

“Well, little sissy. You know what happens to people who earn more than they deserve?” He pulls out a blunt and inhales a long puff before filling the car with smoke. You shook your head.

“Their payment goes up,” he releases smoke. Right to your face, making you hold your breath by reflex.

“I don’t have more money, Mouse.” you try to reason, “Between you and my employer, I barely have any more money left.”

He chuckles breathlessly, "Heard your blowie price went up. Who knows? 'Might be the time you start using your pussy. I know a few who would pay big grand for a taste."

“I’m not doing that,” your hand grips the seat.

“Well, I tried. Now pay, or you’ll be working with a bruised eye.”

“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”

“What about tips?” 

In my locker, safe from any trash like you.

“Boss keeps them,”

He sits still for a few seconds with the blunt between his lips.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he grabs a fist of your hair, pulling from it, making you look at the car’s ceiling, hurting your neck by the sudden movement.

You moan in pain, and he grabs you in a chokehold, “Careful there, honey. My buddies here might think you like that and wanna try doing it themselves.”

“You wouldn’t”

He yells out a name and yanks down your strapless top with a questioning, "You sure?" Someone unlocks a door. "Miralas. A que no son bonitas? Tocalas, she likes it." Mouse plays with and massages your boobs while encouraging his buddy to do the same. The hands then shift shortly after. (Look at them. Aren't they lovely? Touch them)

The guy starts by playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your brother pulls your hair, making you moan in pain again.

“You hear that, bro? Told you she likes it,” he laughs.

You feel the tears forming in your eyes. This had never happened before. You had never felt so vulnerable. Feeling unable to move or even react to any slight movement. Your grip is stuck on the leather seat. And your breathing turned erratic.

You notice the guy taking his finger into his mouth and then back at your nipples, wetting them. Your body shakes in fear and disgust. You pray for everything to stop or for you to just black out and not remember anything.

“They feel nice, bossman.”

His hand moves down, rubbing your genitalia, and says, "Let me tell you what, in a few days, this pussy could be all yours." He licks your neck, "Think of it as a present from me, a sneak peek before it goes on sale, huh? What do you think, little sissy?"

You were going to vomit. You could feel it coming. Your body was sweating cold, the ringing in your ears overpowering his words. You felt as if you were out of your body, being able to see everything happening to your body as if you were a viewer.

It was as if your mind and body had separated from one another. Your insides were shrinking by the feeling of their wandering hands.

Please stop.

Jesus Christ, you are my brother.

Please stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Help, please, someone. 

God, please listen. Please.

The man had taken over your brother's hand, placing it down on you, palming you, tracing your lips with his middle finger.

The tears started to drop. You hadn’t even noticed until they started laughing loudly about it.

“Mouse, that you, my man?” 

Your eyes move, looking for the voice owner. Locating a shadow hovering over your brother's side, opening the door.

“Carrot boy! What you doing ‘ere?” Fez looked past him, focusing on you and your position. His heart dropped. Having to see you like that was not pleasant. It took every ounce of his willpower to not take you right there and run away and leave everything behind.

He had to take you out of that situation and fast.

“Sweetcheeks here left me desiring for more, came ‘round looking to test if her sucking skills are good as they say,” he faked a smile. “But with that view. I’ll pay anything for a titty fuck, giving me a hard-on,” he chuckles, grabbing his crotch area

Mouse palms his shoulder laughing. “I like this boy! He just understands,” he looks over at the dude over you, “Take your hands off. She’s about to get real busy.”

Mouse grabs you from the back of your neck and throws you at Fez, who immediately cradles your body, trying to give you safety.

“Take her to my crib when you finish with her, money in hand, carrot boy.”

“Don’t be up waiting for ‘er! Gotta make that money worth it. If you know what I mean,” Mouse nods at his words smiley. And looks for something in his pocket, giving it to him.

“Just give her some if she fights. You know how it is.”

“As long as she’s not a spitter,” he takes the bag from him and waves them goodbye. Waiting for them to be out of sight before he could hug you properly.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker,” he curses against your hair, kissing it between words, “I’ve got to get you out of there, ma.”

You felt something in you click with those words, making you return from the trance you had entered.

You started crying almost immediately, sobbing -hard- a river flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t even care about being half naked in a parking lot; if Fez could feel you up, you just cared about the warmth that hugged you. 

Your hands held on tight to his shirt, taking the fabric in a fist, unable to stay still in that hug. Grabbing him by the shoulders and neck, pulling his cloth. You wanted comfort.

Fezco could feel the tears trespassing his shirt, the buggers coming out onto his shirt. You're sobbing, making him feel tears forming in his own eyes.

He made a promise to himself that night, a vow. He would become your protector and do whatever it took to take you out of there and ensure you never return.

“Just wait a little more, and we’ll be together before you know it,” he kisses your tears, and you nod wanting to believe his words.

@myamamahdi @starzsworldsblog @billyhargrovesprincess @itzlochnessie @ethereallocs <3

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

pls💋

character: fezco

scenario; first time

prompts: good girl, that’s it. spread your legs. eyes on me. i can’t seem to get enough of you. do you know how you make me feel? right there that’s it.

kinks/fetishes: aftercare, cock warming, lingerie, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk

Yesssssssss. I literally had a dream ab him the other night LMAO.

“There’s a lot of trust being shared right now, I want you to realize that-“

“I am inside you right now- I gathered the trust thing.” Fez laughs against the crook of my neck, his hands soothing against my thighs and I become accustomed to the feeling of him stretching me, the burn almost a pleasurable feeling the more time that goes by. “Spread your legs.” He helps guide my knees to either side of his hips, allowing him to slip deeper into me as he lets out a groan under his breath. The noise makes the hair on the back neck stick up, my eyes fluttering shut. “Hey, eyes on me.” He laughs, reaching up to tap my cheek.

There’s something about the stillness between the two of us, the feeling of him inside of me, the feeling of his chest moving slowly against mine, the way his lips pepper against my skin as I catch my breath- it’s all so comforting and there’s a part of me that wishes we could just stay like this.

“You can move.” I whisper, gripping onto his biceps as he nods, nose bumping against mine as he whispers against my lips.

“Yeah?” A groan leaves me at the playful edge to his voice, hips moving against his to try to get him going. “I can’t seem’t get enough of you.” He whispers. “Don’t wanna rush it.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to do this again, trust me-“

“Well damn.” He laughs loudly, giving me a stern nod before slowly pulling his hips back, the feeling of him dragging against my walls has me gripping onto him, still settling in. “That’s it, good girl.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I whimper breathlessly, the air getting sucked from my lungs every time he thrusts in and out.

“Right there, that’s it.” I whisper as he skips an arm under my waist, changing the angle and pulling me impossibly closer to him. He makes busy with the lacy bra covering my chest, pulling it down to latch his lips around my nipple, the feeling making my walls clench around him shamelessly.

“Good fucking girl.” He coos, my head falling back against the pillows. I giggle happily at the feeling of him moaning words of praise aimlessly, the words just tumbling from his lips. “You have no clue how you make me feel. Do you?”

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[jeyramarie]

could you write about where you're fez gf and the episode where mouse shows up with the fentanyl but it's you instead of rue? love your writting btw!! <3

thank you :) i hope you like this!!

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You were on the couch watching TV when Fez's phone started ringing. He went silent the second he saw it was Mouse. This was the first time you were gonna be present on a deal and it freaked him the fuck out.

"Yo, Ash! Get the money!" Fez shouted down the hall as he walked towards you, who was completely unaware. He took a deep breath and walked around the couch, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV while he sat down on the coffee table.

"Hey, wha- why would you turn it off? I was watching that." You chuckled but quickly frowned when you saw his worried expression.

"Mouse is comin' any minute now. I need you to sit here and stay quiet, okay?" Fez whispered and placed his hand on your knee. You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"If he asks for your name and shit like that, you answer." He continued and you nodded again.

"Everything goes well, he'll be outta here real quick. I won't let him hurt you, ma." Fezco whispered, cupping your cheek as you looked at him with watery eyes.

You were about to speak when a loud knock came from the front door. Mouse was there. Fez tapped you on the knee before standing up to grab the bag from Ash.

"Go open up." He ordered and opened the bag before placing it on the dinning room table. You stayed fidgeting with your fingers, imagining every scenario possible. 

A manly voice filled the house and heavy footsteps neared the living room. Mouse always expected an empty house which is why he was taken by surprise when he saw you on the couch.  

“So, this your little bitch?” He asked, leaning down behind you. 

“Nah, bruh. That’s my girl.” Fez answered, sitting down across from you. Mouse walked around the couch and kneeled in front of you, extending his hnad for you to shake. 

“Well, hello, there.” He said and pulled your hand towards his lips to kiss it. “My name is Mouse. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Fez looked at the whole thing, wanting nothing but to shoot him in the head for touching you. Your eyes drifted to him and remained quiet as Mouse moved to the dining room again. 

“Yo, Custer, toss me that bag.” The man asked before continuing. “All right, check it. I got 100 OP-OC 80s, 500 Xanny bars, 500 20s of Addy..” 

Your eyes widen as you heard the long list of drugs. You looked at Fez in fear as your hands shook on your lap. Just breath he mouthed at you and you nodded. Your head drifted to the side to see Ash standing against the wall, looking at everything unfold. Custer began to mumble numbers as he counted the amount in his head and-

“7,750.” The guys said breaking your stance. You turned back to Fez to see him scutching forward on the couch as he reached into his pocket.  

“Here.” Fez threw a paper bag towards Mouse. 

“Sure you don’t want no Fentanyl?” 

“Nah, man, I’m cool off that shit. There's too many ODs, and I don’t want the heat.” The redhead replied. 

“How about you? You ever tried Fentanyl?” Mouse asked, standing next to you. 

“No.” You whispered.

“No, she’s good, bruh.” Fez tried to interject. Mouse sat next to you and tucked away the hair from your shoulder. 

“Gonna let him talk for you?” He whispered, leaning close to you. 

“I-I don’t know.” You shook your head, looking up at Fez in panic. 

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” Mouse said sternly causing you to turn to him. “You ever try it?” 

You shook your head as his hand went to you hair once again. 

“Yo, for real, bruh. I don’t want her fucking with that shit.” Fez said with gritted teeth, feeling anger course through him. Mouse ignored the redhead and scutched closer to you, still playing with your hair. 

“You know that feeling when you come so hard that you can’t hear or feel shit?” He asked. “You like that feeling?” 

“Yeah.” You whispered. 

“Well, shit. You gonna love this.” Mouse dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a knife while the other held the drug. The tip of the metal scooped up a drop of the Fentanyl and brought it close to your mouth. 

“I-i’m good, actually.” 

"What, you don't trust me?" He asked, getting defensive, making you lean back a bit.

"Yo, for real, man. She's good." Fez spoke, sensing your fear.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Ain't nobody talkin' to you." Mouse said harshly, keeping his eyes on you. "Tell your little boyfriend I'm not talking to him right now. Tell him, 'shut the fuck up'."

You lifted your eyes to meet Fez. He was staring with his jaw clenched, watching as the tattooed man got closer to you. Anger burned inside the redhead. All he wanted was to pull you away and shoot Mouse in the head.

"Come on. Don't be scared." He muttered taking the knife closer to your lips. "It's not gonna bite you. Come on. Try it."

Fezco shook his head as you stared at him in fear before looking down at the knife. You looked at the ceiling, silently asking God or whatever was out there to not let you die. So after that, you placed your lips around the tip of the blade, letting the substance fall into your system.

After a little bit, your eyes got droopy and your body got weak, making you fall over to the side. Your breathing was a bit slow and your mind was hazy. Something wasn't right but your senses were not functioning at the moment. You looked at Fez that remained on the couch, watching how his eyes turned from anger to slight worry.

"It hits quick." Mouse said, watching as you fell over before looking over at Fez. "You like the way that feels?"

"Yeah." You mumbled as he took one of your legs to move it on top of his lap.

"You want a couple of patches, girl?"

"Uh... okay."

He smiled devilishly and placed the patch in your inner thigh, making Fez's skin crawl. Mouse sat facing the redhead with a smile before licking his lips.

"It's gonna cost you 300." He said as you groaned, slightly moving. "Come on. Pay up, little sis."

"I only have like... five dollars." You mumbled.

"I said 300." Mouse said once again, never parting his eyes from Fezco as he began to graze his finger up and down your thigh.

"Yo, Mouse. Let me pay for it, man." Fez said, digging his hand into his pocket.

"I thought you was too good for fentanyl. What is it? Everybody's changing their motherfucking minds on me?"

"Yeah." Custer chuckled.

"If she can't afford it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me. Straight up." The dealer said, staring at your body as his hand moved on your thigh. Fez clenched his jaw, digging his free hand in between the couch cushion to make sure the gun was ready to be pulled out.

"Yo, man, just let me pay for it." Fezco said, taking out the money before standing up. "I got the money right here."

He hands Mouse the money, sneaking a look at you to make sure you were still awake and you were. Your vision was blurry but you could hear everything that was going on.

"Dang. Boyfriend must love you." The tattooed man said, counting the money before looking at the redhead again. "It's gonna cost you $600 now, man."

"Damn. You gonna do me like that bruh?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna do you like that. Straight up. Get that shit." He muttered, yanking the money out of Fez's hands.

Fez sat down again, looking at you before turning to Mouse. His mind was completely focused on you so he didn't even hear Mouse talk. He just saw his lips moving as he stood up to leave. The moment the door closed, Fezco rose to his feet and grabbed the drugs, quickly walking towards Ash.

"Go flush that shit down the toilet." He muttered handing it to his brother. "And get the Narcan, just in case."

Just mentioning the Narcan made his skin crawl. Once Ashtray disappeared into the bathroom, Fezco raced to you, immediately kneeling next to the couch. He pushed off the hair from your face and watched as your eyes fluttered opened for a second.

"Fez?" You whispered, lazily raising your hand.

"Yeah, it's me baby." He replied, grabbing your hand. "I'm right here. Imma help you, okay? We just gotta take it slow."

"I'm-I'm sorry... for taking it." You mumbled, moving your head to look at him better. "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay, ma. I promise it's okay." He leaned in and pecked your forehead, mentally thanking God that you were awake and breathing. "Let me take care o' you."

And like every day before that, he did.

#fezco blurb #fezco #fezco x y/n #fezco x reader #fezco x you #fezco angst #fezco smut #fezco fluff

[nexusnyx]

godspeed; [fezco imagine]

SUMMARY: Living in the shadows of your classmates served you well to keep you alive until college. High school could be dangerous, and toxic, and hectic. The only problem about being a wallflower is the missed opportunities, and he is the biggest chance you never took.

That’s alright, though. It’s not like you ever had a chance with Fezco. Right?

⚠️ Mentions of drugs, addiction. | 🏷️ Fluff, strangers to lovers; WC: [5.3k] | 📑Posting this again because some people asked for it. If there are any other Fez scenarios you want I can check if I still have them. Mwah.

The thing about being an addict who meets another addict was that they could bring out the worst in you.

It might happen without meaning to, and they'd do it without any notion of the effects it might cause on your life. With one request from them, or maybe getting stuck in the same room as another one who's a little like you and bam—five years of sobriety would go down the drain.

Rue could be that for you.

Thanks to Ali and your last two years in therapy, she won't be. Not tonight.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Rue asks. Her eyes are dropping low and she pouts in an adorable manner. She’s high. Very high.

You shake your head. “Thanks.” Her new friend Elliot gives a sharp nod before he and Rue leave together, and you take a second to send a prayer in secret that Rue makes it tonight.

You didn't come back to this damn city to get attached to someone and just watch them die.

After a sad chuckle, you turn around to see what else is there to do in this party she brought you which is not one-third as lame as you imagined it’d be, and that’s when you see him. It takes a second for your brain to understand why it stopped dead in its track at the sight across from you, but when the light flicks just right in his freckled face, you recognize him even with the beard.

You freeze.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck—is that Fezco?

You look away for a second, then back at him. Across from the glass wall that leads to the pool patio there's a gazebo, and he's sitting in the steps talking to someone. The place is crowded and illuminated mostly by colorful lights, but you'd recognize those eyes and cheeks anywhere.

It is him.

Looking good. Looking five times more handsome than he ever did before dropping out of school, and by the looks of it, doing the same thing he did while he was still in the halls of East Highland.

He's smoking and staring with a blank expression to the bodies dancing and walking in front of him, and after catching a second person not subtly slipping him money for a handshake of something, you realize that yup—he's dealing.

And he looks ridiculously good doing so.

A glass of whatever the hell Rue mixed is downed in a second, and you go to the kitchen in search of more.

Fuck your entire life.

Who would've thought Fezco O'Neill would still be living in this shitty town?

Studying with Fezco all those years ago could've been one of the many things your years of substance abuse took out of your early memories hasn't it been for how much you thought of him back then. Even though you two were never friends, never passed beyond the stage of awkward small talks, you enjoyed him. His presence.

One could say you had a crush.

You loved the short and brief interactions you shared with Fezco back then—he came to school often until a certain point, and given the nature of his job, talking to Fez was almost impossible since he talked to everybody, all of the time.

People gravitated towards him in groups, alone, in couples; either because of the drugs or just because he was one of the few people who you could sit beside and not feel anxious, or like you need to try too hard.

The party Rue brought you to has many more teenagers than you expected. It was granted, and you ignored it. The music is decent enough, but you can almost feel the small web strings of drama tying the entire party together. You'd like to blame Rue for you being here, but you can't.

She's still seventeen.

When you were seventeen, you were… well. Doing the same she is now.

Sadly.

You'll blame Ali for being invited over to his daughter's house and dropping the Bennet Bomb on your lap. He pays in food, and that's always nice.

Navigating the party to try and find something to do or a conversation pit that is nice proves to be worthless, and you start worrying that this night will be a bust.

You may be sober from all the pills that one day fucked you over, but your fucks still happened every once in a while because of the other things you still fell back on when shit got hard, which, considering the world and its state—it's often.

At least alcohol and weed make you less of a mess. This party had both. The night could be fun.

You promised Ali you'd keep an eye on Rue—she's doing poorly and a trainwreck tends to crash and leave traces if you don't see to it soon. But if you're staying, you need at least a joint.

Or two.

Fuck.

You stop the first teenager you see, "Hey, is there any other dealer in the party other than Fez?" You ask.

The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.

Fair enough. No one would be stupid to try and deal at a party in an area where people even drive to meet Fez; he covers the crowd of this (and a few other) high schools for years now. Of course it's only him.

There's no reason you shouldn't go to him. He's not even gonna recognize you, your brain tells you.

The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.

There's no reason you shouldn't go to him, you think. He's not even gonna remember you anyway. It's a bitter reminder, but the taste leads your legs outside to the gazebo in hopes Fezco is still there.

And even if he does remember you, the same voice says. It's not like you two ever had a lot to talk about. As you walk, you remember Rue mentioning to Ali a few days earlier about how her friend who is a drug dealer had beaten Nate Jacobs into a pulp. She told Ali the reason why and even though you had no idea who Nate Jacobs was, he sounded like a fucking cunt.

You kinda hated to have missed the show.

Part of you is wondering what will happen if Fezco does remember who you are, but it's not like that is a big deal either. He'd say hi, make small talk and then what? Reminisce about the days when he sold you Codeine or Demerol and you lived through the stages of a fucked up household while high out of your fucking mind?

Right.

Your palms are sweating. You check the bills inside your dress's bust again and fix the edge of your glitter sleeve, stepping close enough to see the pool and—there he is.

Fezco is talking to a guy when you step outside and to your happiness, Rue and Elliott can be found with Kat in the garden close by. You can do this.

You walk until your platforms are knocking on the edge of the first step, and Fezco only turns around when the guy leaves his side. He turns taking out the joint that's behind his ear, fishing for the lighter that must be on his front pocket, but then he sees the legs standing right in front of him and lifts his head to look at your face.

"Hi," you shake your head at him. "Please tell me you still got weed." I might have to drink tequila like a frat boy if you don't. It's the frown that tells you Fezco's mind must be trying to connect the dots, and before you can offer him any hint on why he sort of recognizes you, a smile breaks out in his face and surprises you into stunned silence when he follows with, "Oh, shit. You're Y/n," he points at you.

"I'm—yeah?" You know your crush used to be big, but you fight down a knot at trying to recall if his smile had always been this charming. "Yeah, it's me," you try again, not wanting to sound like a question. "You're Fezco. Hi again," you wave a hand again.

This boy always left you tongue-tied, but you'd be damned if he got you looking stupid this early into a conversation.

"Wow." Fezco's smiling dopely, and the way he looks you up and down have your skin running a little hotter. "Been a long time. Hi, little ma."

Fuck. He's sitting down, but Fezco chill raspy voice still makes him feel inches taller.

"Hey, Fezco."

"You said you wanted weed?" He asks, finally lighting up his joint.

You look at the orange smoke illuminating his face and nod. "Yes, please." This is still as awkward as it was back then. "I'm not mentally ready to be this surrounded by teenagers," you add without thinking.

Fezco laughs at that, taking his blunt between his fingers. "Word." He fishes for something inside his jacket's pocket. "You want the flower or you want a pre-rolled?"

You pout. "That depends. Who rolled it?"

Fezco smiles. "I did."

"Your joints looked like tiny spaceships, man. No offense." Back in school together, you never bought weed from Fezco because you hated how smoke made you cough, but you saw the pre-rolled he sold to your classmates, and he rolled like shit.

He surprises you by laughing again, and then he gets up. "Damn, ma—your memory's good, huh?" Fezco looms over you for a second before leaning against the handrail, and he takes out a pack from a pocket. "I got better at it. Look. Looking like they came from a factory, see? I ain't selling shit I wouldn't be smoking too."

His joints really are looking professional, and you laugh again, this time with him.

"Cool—they look good," you nod in approval.

Fezco who's had a smile on his face since he put a name to your face nods too, looking even more pleased with himself. "Cool. One's $3. Three's ten. Five's fifteen. How many you looking for?"

"Gimme five."

"Five?" He blinks in surprise, but starts picking them one by one.

"I'm looking out for a friend of a friend and I have a feeling she's not going home anytime soon." You give him the money, and in exchange take the blunts. "I'm not taking chances."

"You don't have a purse, where you gonna put 'em?" Fez asks, taking another look at your outfit.

You pull on the fabric of your renovated shirt and show him the pocket you sewed on the inside. You make a show of opening it, putting four of the joints inside, then close the button.

Fezco chuckles. "Aight. You're prepared." He looks you up and down again, and you fidget in response, organizing your corset underneath the shirt. "What brought you back? Wait—why did you leave in the first place?"

When Fezco left school in seventh grade, you still saw him for a few years. Whenever the pills ran out at your place, you ran to his and Ash's place for more.

You shrug your shoulder, and light the one joint you kept in your hand. "I left to go live with my Aunt."

He doesn't need to know the why, nor does he care. Whatever it is Fezco remembers of you or thinks of your person, you can bet it isn't that your mother preferred you living in another state than keeping the junkie her neglect created at home.

"Really?" Fezco asks, and he sounds just as genuine as ever. He looks behind your shoulder out of nowhere and you notice another boy hovering your conversation, most likely wanting something out of him and you're about to say you'll leave him alone when Fezco shrugs a hand in the air for him. "Ain't available. Find Ash," and without even looking for his response, his eyes are back on you. "Was your aunt nice?"

His voice drags out, the same way as it did before.

It's still distracting. "Yeah." Auntie, unlike Mother, lived a real life. Had real problems and, as consequence, helped you with yours. Fez probably didn't care about that either, so you exhaled the smoke and changed the topic. "And you? Last I remember you quit to help your G Ma with business and your little bother. How's Ash?"

Fezco smiles, and you feel your heart skipping a stupid beat at it.

Even his smile has gotten cuter.

"You remember that?" His words drag out, and he smacks his lips on his teeth.

You frown. "Course I do." I always had trouble forgetting anything related to the cute and funny ginger boy who always has a kind gesture or word to offer if you need. Fezco nods, looking at you through his eyelashes and this time, he keeps his eyes there. "Yeah. Stuff's been good, you know."

His careless demeanor never hid from you the small things, like the way he narrows his eyes when he's lying through his teeth. You hope whatever 'good' he's been getting, it gets a little better.

Before you can ask something else, Fezco goes on. "It's weird that you remember that. About Ma G and Ash."

That comment leaves you even more confused. "How come?"

Fezco shrugs his shoulders again. "Dunno. It was a while ago, lil' mama." You two laugh at that, because word. "'s the reason I knew I could trust you, too."

Fezco trusts you? "You trusted me?"

"Trust. Ain't gone away just 'cause you left," his smile is so nonchalant that it makes you smile in return. "No one ever found out why I dropped—just assumed 's for what I do. Lots of rumors 'n that's it."

He's right about that.

Through hazy memories, you recall people trying to create the most dramatic reason for Fezco's drop out in the cafeteria as well as in the streets. "Yeah… I remember that." You hum. "Always found that strange."

How was that a twelve-year-old Fezco managed to keep his grandmother's sickness all to himself was beyond you.

"Exactly." The way he says the word makes you leave Eastland high of all those years ago and focus on him again. He said it as a confirmation, and when you frown, he elaborates through a chuckle because he notices you're already high and just as lost as before. "You're the only one I told, Y/n."

"Wait. Really?" That couldn't be. Fezco had friends. Good ones and not-so-good ones, you imagined. "Why?"

"Yeah, lil' ma. You the only one who asked," he shrugs it off, speaking through the clouds of smoke.

You're the only one who asked.

"Oh." That made the flutter inside of you get worse. So much worse.

Sure, Fez always answered when you asked him things, whether it was about his brother, or his grandma Marie, or even himself, but picturing a world where people never even ask him about those stuff seems foreign to you.

Maybe that's because you always wanted to know.

The silence stretches out for a few seconds between you both, only the smoke of your blunts creating a thick fog around, almost like a bubble.

Fezco still stares at you and your clothes, and you try to move only your shoulders to the beat of the song because his eyes are as sharp as they were before.

"What brings you back, then?" Fezco asks. Someone else pops up right behind you and he exhales his smoke a little annoyed. "Not now. Find Ash."

That's the second time he blows off a customer to keep talking to you and—yup. Just as you feared the first time it happened, this one leaves your cheeks burning bright.

You clear your throat and look away from him in search of Rue as an excuse, hoping he doesn't see it. "My sponsor is kinda like a dad to me. And he sponsors… that one." Rue's still sitting underneath the same tree with Elliott, and you release anxiety you forgot you were holding on to at the sight of her. "So I guess you can say it's babysitting duties." You shrug. "If you're asking why I'm in town specifically, it's 'cause my Aunt moved in business for a year so," you shrug, as if saying this is where I gotta be, I guess. I have nowhere else to go. Instead of asking about the sponsor as most people do, Fezco's still looking in the direction your finger pointed.

"You babysitting Rue?"

"Yeah."

"Word?" You nod at him, giggling a little at how happy he got out of the sudden. "Fuck, man, that's kinda good to hear, I ain't gonna lie to you," Fezco laughs at that, really laughs like he's happy in his most genuine form. "She's my friend. Rue. She's kinda like family—I know she a mess, but." He takes another drag, looking between you and Rue this time. "I ain't selling to her hard stuff anymore, but…" Fezco sighs. "I'm scared if I don't give her what she want, she'll just find it with someone else, ya feel me?"

Double fuck. "Damn." Fezco dealt for Rue. Who ODed. Who's relapsed for the second time. Damn it. Knowing Fezco the little you did, you knew he felt a silent ocean of guilt over it. "She's good, Fez."

You reach out with your free hand, knocking your knuckles gently against his forearm. "She got a good sponsor, 'kay?" You lift the joint in your hands. "This? The only reason I still got a grip in shit's because Ali takes none of my bullshit and still manages to give me good advice between all the crap I try to sell 'im. She's not in a good place, but she is a good kid. Stuff takes time, that's all. Plus—she's still young. Surrounded by drama, all the fucking time. She needs to get to a place where she wants to be alive for real, and she will. Eventually."

Even though it had been only two pancake visits since you and Rue met, the kid got her vines in you, somehow.

Just like Ali, you believed in her.

"Yeah." Fezco nods along with every word you say, and when you're done, he's smiling again. "Yeah, okay." Has he always looked this fucking breathtaking while smiling? You might have a heart attack. It's a good thing you're not swimming in opiates anymore. "She got a good sponsor and apparently a guardian fucking angel, so I'll believe in ya."

The blush worsens at that, and this time, Fezco catches it. He laughs at you, and you knock your fake Versace Medusa platforms against his chin.

"I am not an angel," you laugh.

"I dunno, it might be the lights or sumn', but you lookin' like one," Fezco looks from the soft pink light that's casting a shadow on the pool area and you, and you wished it was red so it masked your reaction to him instead of highlighting it.

"You always been this sweet talker?" You try, laughing it off.

Fezco's just being nice, you tell yourself.

"My bad, ma." He must notice you're getting a little too flustered, and changes the topic, too. "So how was it with yo Auntie?"

You push away any thoughts of school behind and try it.

Having a conversation with Fezco turns out to be much easier than 11-year-old you imagined. Maybe it was because he was in a year above, or because he's always had those sweet eyes and smiled so rarely, but his intimidating persona fought a valiant battle and lost every time his personality entered the ring.

Eventually, though, Rue gets lost from your sight and, as you promised, you have to go find her.

"Fucking hell," you mutter to yourself, getting up from the steps. "Uh—I'll be back?"

Fezco looks up at you. "Really? 'Cause if you say you'll be back, I'll wait."

You smile down at him. "Then, I will be back."

Finding Rue while high and happy out of your mind feels almost hypocritical.

The sea of teenagers and the smell of alcohol, weed and sweat does nothing for you when all your brain can focus on is Rue Rue Rue Where Is Rue as well as Fez Fez Fez, As Sweet as Ever, Fez Fez Fez. He looks so pretty.

He pulls off the beard, too. His voice is lower, much lower than you remember—puberty hit that boy in the chest, and all the smoking can't help, either. And if he—oh shit, that's Rue.

"Rue Fucking Bennet!" Your scream is met with the sight of Rue looking like a parakeet. "Yeah, you."

"Oh, shit." Rue looks behind her, and, of course, there's Elliot. Is that a bathroom behind them?

"Oh, fuck nah." You stride to them, anything that isn't Rue and that bathroom momentarily forgotten. "You are high enough." You push past Elliot and stand in front of the bathroom door. "I ain't watching you snort too many lines for your already high-ass brain to keep up with. Go fucking find something else to do."

"Shit, Rue. You never told me you brought your mom," Elliot teases.

You point a finger right on his face. "You better learn when to shut the fuck up, Elliot." I don't fucking like you, Elliot. "Did she tell you I'm here 'cause I caught her almost passed out in a bathroom? Did she?"

From the sight on his face, she obviously hadn't. Called it.

"Exactly. Why don't you stick to your fucking lane and go roll the two of you a joint or something and I'll stick to my lane of not letting the addict decide how much coke is enough coke for her, huh?" Your blood is boiling already, and Elliot's right. You sound like her mother, and yet, you can't bring yourself to care. Turning your face to Rue, you see her looking sheepish between you both. "Trust me. You can find other shit to do."

Rue sighs, but you caught the fleeting fear in her eyes when you mentioned the bathroom. "It's not gonna help," she tells you with what it's supposed to be a mindless shrug, but—there it is.

The sadness underneath the addiction.

You take a deep breath and step closer. "Why not?"

Rue shrugs her shoulders, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "'Cause this party fucking sucks."

That was debatable, but she looked to believe it, so. "Why does it suck?"

Rue finally pins you with a look, and you watch her struggle. Feel her feelings, or burn them to the ground?

When her eyes start swimming with water, you let out an exhale, happy that she chose the feelings. "'Cause Jules' not talking to me."

Oh, young love.

"Fine." She was not gonna get what she wants from this party, and she's the one reason you're here. "Why don't we leave, then?"

"What?! No! It doesn't suck that bad," Rue defends.

She's not ready to leave yet, but it'll be soon. She probably wants to martyr herself, staring at her girlfriend dancing with people and not her, and fine, you can sympathize with that. "Okay. I'll be with Fezco outside, then. When you decide this party does suck, find us and we'll go, okay?"

Rue stares at you. She licks her lips, looking right into your eyes in search of something, and whatever it is, she must find it. "Okay. Okay, yeah. I'll look for you." She turns to Elliot, who's been leaning on the corridor wall in silence since you told him off. "Let's goooo Elli, bro."

Ugh. From the look on his face at her 'bro', this bro of hers wants something more than her company and her fellow addict nose to keep him from being lonely while he uses it.

Trying to convince yourself that is not your problem, you go back outside in search of Fezco.

Catching Rue walking her death row made you almost sober, or at least, your mind feels that way.

When you get outside, though, Fezco's not there.

The absence of his presence makes you wonder if you left for too long, or if he had something better to do. The next problem is that with no Fezco, you're back to square zero.

Liquor.

You're gonna need alcohol if Rue is off being a masochist and the only other person you knew at the party is gone.

The silver lining comes when after downing a glass of surprisingly good scotch, the music gets good. Losing yourself to the beat and the sea of bodies is easier than thinking. Easier than letting your mind wander, or focusing on the interactions you shared with him that night.

Throwing your head back and closing your eyes to feel the drums in the song instead of the emptiness inside you or the need for something more is one of the many coping mechanisms you found while living in New York.

It's also what keeps you busy until you feel someone trying to get your attention.

It's Elliott. He looks no better or good than when you left him and Rue a while ago, which means they stuck to your advice and found something other than lines to do.

He gestures to the outside and, catching his message, you realize with a sad pang in your chest that it's time to go.

"Where's Rue?" You ask.

"Talking to him." Elliott points to one of the empty corridors, and right in the end, you see them.

Rue and Fezco, talking to one another. Before you can stop yourself, you're taking steps in their direction, but you never get close enough to interrupt the conversation.

Eventually, she notices you standing there and waves a hand at you. She says something else to Fezco, then walks to you.

"Can we light one up before we go?" She asks you as soon as she's in front of you. Rue looks worse.

Fuck.

She did something without Elliot. That stupid, one-brain-celled, fake blond asshole.

"'Course, babes."

Rue nods with a happy smile that looks sad to you, then leaves.

Across the corridor, Fezco is looking at you. Staring, and you're pinned under his gaze until he walks to you, too.

"You weren't there," you tell him as soon as he's in earshot.

Fezco's eyes widen a little, like he's surprised you noticed. "Yeah. My bad, ma." He looks sad too, and fucking hell, is everyone in this city miserable? "My ex dropped by wanting to talk 'n I didn't wanna talk."

That makes you widen your eyes, but in sympathy.

"Ah—I'm the one who should say 'my bad', then," you shrug.

He smiles at you. "'s fine. I was an idiot—she's Rue's age and…" Fezco rubs both hands over his buzzcut, and you groan out loud at the implications of Fezco and his high-school-year-old ex-girlfriend. "Fuck. I gotta stop puttin' myself in trouble, man."

"If it was that easy, huh?" You ask with a bitter laugh.

Fezco looks down at you, laughing along. "Yeah. If only."

"I gotta go—I'm gonna drive Rue—" where? You have no idea where, but she needs to get out and she was the reason you're here. Not the pretty boy, you remind yourself. "Somewhere?"

"Sounds like you don't know either," Fezco tilts his head. "I can recommend a few places."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, really," Fezco smiles and stretches out his head. "Gimme yo phone."

You take your phone out of your pocket and he types something, slowly. Then after a few clicks, he looks up at you. "You mind if I got your number?"

Your heart does. "I was gonna ask for it, anyway." Bless the scotch and heavens guard your heart, because your sudden boldness pays off.

The smile on Fezco's face opens slowly, different than the other ones he gave you that night. It's like watching the animation of a pair of eyes suddenly becoming a wolf, and inside the house, there's nowhere to escape the blue lights.

The color on your cheeks must be noticeable now that he's this close.

Fezco only looks away from you to type away something else on your phone and when the ping of message arrives in his pocket, your stomach does a cartwheel. "There. Now I got yours, too."

The fact that you want something else, something more from him before leaving seems to hover in the air.

Fezco's fingers brush on yours when he hands your phone back, and you swallow thickly with your eyes on his hands.

They're big hands—the notion makes your brain a little dizzy, painted with images of that hand everywhere. Around your throat, holding onto your chin, on your body—fuck.

You look up, and he's still watching you. "Never thought I'd see you again, lil' ma." The hoarseness on his voice is making you a little delirious and—is that perfume? In the tiny and narrow corridor, with him standing only a foot away from you, you can smell Fezco now. "But I'm glad I did."

Fezco's cologne is a strong, wood scent underneath the smell of pot and frankly, you need to get out of here before it cogs your whole brain and you do something stupid, like kissing his pretty pink lips before you go.

"I'm glad, too." Your voice sounds distant, and Fezco chuckles.

"Take good care of Rue, yeah?" You can visibly see him swallow, and then he takes a step back, taking his good scent and his freckles away from your eye level. "I'll text ya some places you can take her."

That's a door he's opening for you, and you take it before you lose control.

"Thanks, Fez." You bite on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the desire to get at least a hug. "Send Ash a hi from me? I'm—it was really good seeing you. Thanks for making my night a lil' happy."

Fezco finally looks away now, chuckling to himself. He looks embarrassed, and the way he ducks his head laughing makes you feel even more desperate, if that makes any sense. "I ain't gonna let you go if you keep being this nice."

"What?! I'm saying bye!" You laugh.

"Yeah, lookin' all cute and shit." Fezco drags one hand over his buzzcut again, and takes one more deliberate step back. "You made my night happier, too. Now please go before Rue fucks off somewhere 'n I have to pretend to be sad that I gotchu for a few more hours."

Hghgn. You swallow thickly around that, trying in vain to convince yourself that Fezco isn't flirting.

It's harder to do that when he's standing only two feet away, looking like you're in a Red Hood and he might eat you alive if one gave him the chance.

For the first time in years, you feel… pretty.

And sexy.

Blinking at him from under your eyelashes, you send him a smile and a siren look that purposely tells him what your last words can't. "See you around, Fez."

He nods at you, sharp and losing his smile—he's staring with intent, and when he licks his lips, you know you have to go before it's your turn to be embarrassed that he makes you whimper without even touching you.

"See ya, angel."

Oh, fuck.

Rue owes you so many joints and, at the same time, you owe her so much more.

You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk outside, and it takes you pinning Rue under your vision and following her like one follows a saving light for you to not turn around and give him one last hand wave.

If you see Fez one more time this evening, you might get high on the way his eyes look at you alone.

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[silkscream]

💌 with peter getting a chain and it’s hot maybe nsfw (totally not inspired by that video of tom)

nsfw ahead! minors dni <3

no fr. like everyone’s coming over to pregame at yours and peter’s the first to show up, obviously, because he’s a loser with a huge crush on you and was the only one to respond to your text in the groupchat asking if someone can come by with chasers.

when you open the door, your jaw nearly drops when you notice the thin silver chain hanging over the neck of his fitted black t-shirt. 

“what is that?” you raise an eyebrow, and he blushes at how close you are to him as you roll the chain between your fingers.

“uh, it’s a chain.”

“since when do you wear jewelry?”

“since aunt may converted to all gold and didn’t want this anymore,” peter shrugs, walking past you to set down the grocery bags on your kitchen table. “i got orange juice and coke.”

“oh, you have coke? okay, fezco,” you tease, knowing full well peter is nearly straight edge if it weren’t for your tendency to force him to drink at your parties. peter rolls his eyes at your comment, smirking. it’s the smallest gesture but it makes your heart flutter in a way that it hasn’t before when you’ve been around the boy. he looks almost... cocky.

peter parker is a nerd. it’s what you like to tease him about even though it’s probably getting old as a joke, but you do whatever you can to help him gain more confidence as you’ve gotten closer as friends. this included dragging him to thrift stores, messing up his hair to bring out his curls, and accompanying him in trying (a little bit of) weed so he can relax for once in his life.

but as more of your friends start to flood into your apartment, the more you notice peter’s little mannerisms and how they feel... different. it can’t be just because of the stupid chain. though you’re realizing that you can’t stop staring at it and the way it sits at the base of his neck. 

you’ve downed enough screwdrivers to feel the blood rushing to your head, so you stumble onto your couch and accidentally join in on a game of truth or dare slash spin the bottle, because harry insisted on playing but ned insisted on having the option to not kiss people.

“y/n, it’s all you,” mj says.

“huh?” you blink up to everyone watching you. “dude, i can’t play. if i kiss anyone tonight i’m just gonna drag ‘em straight to my room.”

you lock eyes with peter briefly right after your comment and you see a slight roseate flush on his cheeks. you wonder if it’s because he’s just as drunk as you.

“all the more reason, you little whore,” harry teases.

“shut up,” you snort, shoving him on the arm. “give me a dare or something.”

“okay. i dare you to kiss whoever the bottle lands on. and then take them to your room,” harry grins.

you shrug nonchalantly. you’d already had a short-lived fling with harry, and anyone else in the room you’d kiss and probably roll a joint with in your room. you imagine the scenarios in your head as you spin the empty wine bottle, faces shifting in your mind, but they all seem to turn into one face.

peter’s. who also happens to be the chosen one by the bottle.

the whole circle starts to hoot as you roll your eyes at their expense. you’re too drunk to be this nervous. since when are you ever nervous? you decide to make it quick, pulling him by the chain closer to you as you kiss him gently.

harry boos loudly. “c’monnnnn, you can do better than that, disney channel!”

peter doesn’t know what hits him, but he kisses you again, but with more passion. your eyelashes flutter in surprise when his mouth is against yours again. his tongue peeks out to touch your bottom lip and you feel warmer than ever. your friends cheer.

“thanks for the show, you sluts,” harry sneers. “now go, shoo.”

without exchanging a word, peter gets up and walks to your room as you follow. you grimace at the feeling of mj slapping your ass as you walk away, but she flashes you a cheeky grin.

“we don’t have to do anything,” you disclaim right when you’re able to close your bedroom door.

“oh,” peter nods, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. “okay.”

“unless, you, like, want to. but i don’t wanna make things weird.”

“right--”

“but also, we just made out, so i guess it wouldn’t be, um, that weird. i guess,” you stammer. 

peter narrows his eyes at you with a smile. you keep blinking haphazardly like something’s in your eye. you still feel dazed from the kiss, even moreso at the sight of him casually sitting on your bed. wearing that stupid goddamn chain.

“you okay?”

“yeah. yes! i just feel insecure about how messy my room is now,” you lie.

“looks fine to me.”

“thanks,” you reply sheepishly. the two of you sit on your bed in silence. god, this is so fucking awkward.

“y/n, i--”

“canikissyou?”

“what?”

“what?”

“i was going to say that i like you.”

your heart is fucking pounding.

“and i was going to ask if i could kiss you.”

“i would say yes.”

with a grin, you lock mouths again, this time with as much eagerness as possible as you climb into his lap. he kisses you down to your collarbone while his hands drift to your hips and you subconsciously rock your lower half towards him. 

it’s like kissing him is making you even drunker. you pull him by the shoulders so that he’s on top of you, and for a second, he pulls away just to look at you and your blissed out face.

“you’re so fucking pretty.”

“you’re prettier,” you grin. the way his chain hangs over you makes you feel fucking insane. 

within minutes, the both of you have managed to discard most of your clothes. peter’s hand rubs your thigh as he kisses you, nibbles on your neck and grins when he hears your tiny kitten moans. slowly, his fingers graze over the front of your underwear and his eyes widen just a bit when he feels how wet you are. you grab his hand yourself to shove down your panties out of impatience, and when he starts to cooperate and rub your bud gently, you have to bite your lip to suppress your moans. 

“this okay?” he whispers.

“mhm,” you murmur dreamily. 

his mouth is slack as he watches you come undone for him. meanwhile, you can’t keep your eyes off him either, how he’s hovering over you and breathing just as heavily at the sight of you grinding up into his hand. his chain bounces as he breathes and it makes you wetter by the second.

the more you whine in little whispers just for him to hear, the wider his lovesick smile gets. 

soon enough, you feel it, the way his fingers cradle themselves into the sweet spot in your cunt. if your orgasm feels this good, you can only imagine how good his cock would feel buried inside of you.

“‘m cumming,” you whimper. he covers your mouth with his hand and the sudden dominance excites you. 

“shh,” he coos into your ear as you tremble through your high. “that’s it. that’s a good girl.”

#2k celebration #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #blurb

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin. 

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care. 

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard. 

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her. 

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one. 

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled. 

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.  

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A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

#fezco x reader #fez x you #fezco blurb #fezco euphoria #euphoria blurb #euphoria imagine #fezco x black!reader

[blueribbonbaby]

what's your dream fexi scenario for S3? (if you feel like it, pass this question to your fave fexi blog)

Them being prison penpals until fezco gets released early from prison for good behaviour 🥹 lexi picks him up from the prison in his Cadillac!

#how did Lexi get the Cadillac who cares? #Sam levinson loves plot holes anyway #like Nate’s third brother 😂 #fexi #asks

[adreamf-spring]

A little announcement for Fexi fandom! 💞

This week (1th-6th of August) I'm collaborating with @ficwritersforreproductiverights to raise money to donate to organizations that protect abortion access.

I'm going to suggest four Fexi prompts that I could turn into a fanfiction and you can vote for the one you like best by sending me a screenshot of your payment to an organisation of your preference and the prompt you have chosen (have care to delete personal info!)

Here my prompts:

1. Anal fexi 🍑 (I think there's a criminal lack of anal fexi on ao3 lol. I may write about penetration/fingering/eating/pegging)

2. Sex in church (Lexi seduces very religious goodboi Fez right under God's eyes 😏)

3. Jealousy (a classic maybe but obvs I'm gonna incorporate some comfort because we all have soft hearts here)

4. Meeting again after prison (this one may turn into a multichap fic and may incorporate dark Fezco. My hdc is that post jail and grief Fez would be kind of a different beast and I have this scenario of Lexi moving on with her life til he's in her life again and that may shake the foundations of it all over again;)

If you're unsure where to donate to here's a link of suggestions

let me know if you can't access the link

You're free to donate as much as you prefer:)

Thank you and take care🖤

#fexi #fexi fic #fez lexi #fexi prompt #fexi smut

[thedarkestgreys]

Fic title idea: I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

i've had to listen to ivy several (dozen) times while i've figure this out. okay: canonverse with speculated time-jump - but in this scenario the fexi reunion doesn't take place until the end of episode six. we've established several things in the lead up to that: fezco is living life as an ex-con and integrating back into society. he has a chance run in with rue in episode one, who hasn't heard from him since he was arrested, and over the course of the season they mend their relationship. she casually invites him to a thing with a bunch of former east highland students, and he's super hesitant about it and finally agrees after rue mentions lexi will be there. from lexi's pov - she's a senior in college majoring in social work. she let herself get a little messy her freshman year of college, attending with an undeclared major because she'd been in a creative slump since her play, but deciding to go into social work after a humanities class. she meets a guy in the first semester of her junior year and they become an item. he doesn't make her feel the way fezco did when she was seventeen, but it should be different as an adult right? her boyfriend proposes unexpectedly during the middle of the week right before finals and in her frazzled state she says yes. Two nights later they are meeting up with some of her East Highland friends and Rue shows up with Fezco.

#fake fic titles #ophelianes #sorry for the delay!

[lesser-bohemian]

Why do you think the Euphoria fandom's most popular characters/ship is Lexi Howard & Fezco (Fexi)? They're not one of the main ships featured on the show, like Rue and Jules. And while many fans clearly identify with Lexi, who is intelligent, dedicated, caring and passionate, I wonder why (especially amongst fellow fanfic writers) Kat Hernandez, who writes fanfiction and has a secret double life on the internet, isn't more popular in the Euphoria fandom, or featured more prominently in fanfic.

Oh, this is an interesting ask! I’ve actually thought a lot about why I’m still so enamored by these two, and I think there’s a combination of things that made so many of us fall so hard for them.

One thing is that they were a lot of people’s favorite’s characters individually. Fez is the drug dealer with a difficult past and a heart of gold. Lexi is the relatable writer with a vivid imagination who’s overlooked by her friends and family. They’re two of the most sensible, down to earth, genuinely kind characters on a pretty dark, chaotic show and that makes them easy and fun to root for.

Another thing, and probably the most important one, is that all of their interactions were absolutely flawless. Every single line of dialogue gave me butterflies, their body language made me swoon, their chemistry is simply unmatched and I think they altered our collective brain chemistry forever. The connection they found in each other felt so unexpected, but so genuine and sweet—which was a delightful breath of fresh air. They were just two shy, kind of awkward teenagers falling in love and it was a beautiful thing to watch.

There’s also the fact that they fit so many tropes people love (good girl/bad boy, opposites attract etc.) while subverting them in really satisfying ways at the same time. Sure Fez is ‘bad’ 'cause he sells drugs and beats people up, but he’s also one of the sweetest, most caring people on the show, and Lexi is ‘good’, but she is a lot more than that, so much more complex. They both have many of those famous layers to peel back, and they compliment and contrast each other in ways that I personally find endlessly fascinating to explore.

As for them not having a lot of screen time, I actually think that’s contributed to us being blessed with so many amazing and creative fics, not hindered it. Having so little to go on, means we have so much to fill in, so much to imagine, so many scenarios to explore in our writing. How did the phone calls start? What happened after the store scene? How often did they hang out? How does Lexi find out about the raid? Where do they go from there? There’s nothing like unanswered question to fuel your desire to write something that answers them, I think. Personally, I’d never been in a fandom, written or even read fic before. But after 5 minutes of Fexi I was all over tumblr, signing up for AO3 and typing furiously in three different google docs. I’m still not entirely sure why, but Fexi were a rush unlike anything and I can’t wait to have them back, I miss them! As for Kat, I really don't know. She was one of my favorite characters in s1, more so than Lexi or Fezco, but I think a lot of writers prefer to write about ships, and even though her and Ethan were sweet (I mean that scene at winter formal? Heart eyes!) I always found Ethan a little bland (sorry). Add what they did with her character in s2 and knowing she won't be back, I'm not that surprised people don't have a lot of motivation to write Kat-centric fics at the moment.

#fexi #just me trying to justify my obsession

[libra-lizard]

Why do you think the Euphoria fandom's most popular characters/ship is Lexi Howard & Fezco (Fexi)? They're not one of the main ships featured on the show, like Rue and Jules. And while many fans clearly identify with Lexi, who is intelligent, dedicated, caring and passionate, I wonder why (especially amongst fellow fanfic writers) Kat Hernandez, who writes fanfiction and has a secret double life on the internet, isn't more popular in the Euphoria fandom, or featured more prominently in fanfic.

Yes!! I wonder about this all the time as well anon!! I guess I can't really speak for writers as a whole but here's my take.

Season 1 was all about Kat for me. I loved her story, loved her and Ethan and still think the one direction fanfic scene is one of the funniest moments in the show.

But then season 2 hit and fexi hit hard and while I can relate to both of them a lot, especially lexi, it's their desire to love and be loved that really gets me. We get to see two people who are consistently hurt by those closest to them, two that have had to grow up too fast and have sort of been pushed into their roles. But then they come together and from the first conversation, you can tell they're both as stunned as the viewer that their dynamic works. We see them finally find someone who gets them and actually listens!?!? LIKE STAB MY HEART.

I think they really resonate with a lot of viewers because they are both really kind people who have a lot of love to give but never really had someone return it with the same care.

So while I loved Kat/Ethan, the power of Fexi actually brought me to writing fanfic. Wanting to talk about and delve deeper into their dynamic in every possible scenario because I think there's a timelessness to the quiet desperateness of wanting to be loved and finding it unexpectedly.

Thank you so much for the ask anon! 💖

#quick summary: im a hopeless romantic #obvi still obsessed bcs i could go on and on #fexi #lizard ramblings

[ur-fave-is-yandere]

Who This Blog Will Write For:

Vinnie Hacker

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I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

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I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

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#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

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#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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2,283 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

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