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hey hey!! i’m back to request for fezco🤭 could you do a fluffy imagine where the reader is like really stressed out with school and getting bad grades and stuff so fezco helps her to the best of his ability and just supports and comforts her and stuff? thank u hon!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼❤️❤️❤️

Bad Grades - Fezco x F!reader

*REQUESTS ARE CLOSED* | Fezco Masterlist | Shipping: Fezco x F!reader Summary: The last few months have been tough for you at school with your grades going down, so when you sat in front of Fezco exhausted and drained, he knew just what to say to put you in a better mood. Word Count: 1.066 Prompts: None Warnings: The Usual, some curse words, talk about toxic Mom kinda, not proof read, english is not my first Language! Notes: Eyy, two oneshots in one day! Getting productive today, while watching Kim Possible. xD

You were sitting at the dining Table at Fezco’s House, as you heard the door Open and Fezco coming in with Ash. “Hey, ma.”, you heard him say. “Hey..”, you mumbled, feeling Fez giving you a Kiss on the Cheek. “What are you doin?”, you heard Ash ask from the kitchen.’ "Studying for my Math test Tomorrow.”, you said looking up to Ash. “You Studied the whole time we were out at the Shop?”, Fez questioned as he pulled the chair next to you away to sit on it. “Yep.”, you breathed out. “That was like- What? Eight or Nine Hours ago?”, Ash asked, coming to you. You just nodded. “Well, I guess that was enough for today, time to put the books away and get yourself comfortable, Ma.”, Fez stated while he lit his Joint. “No, I’ve been studying Math for only like an hour, and I’m not even done with these two Pages.”, you whined. “What did you study the rest of the Time?”, Ash questioned. “History, Geography, English, Biology and Physics.”, you listed. "That's a lot. “, Ash stated, while eating his cereal. “This is every subject I have tomorrow.” “Don’t you think it was enough for today?”, Fez asked. “Only these two Pages. Then I’m done. Promise.”, you said, making your best Puppy eyes towards Fez. The look on his face gave away that he would rather take your Book away, then to let you make the last two pages. “When I don’t get my grades better, then I’m grounded for the next few months. I don’t want to hang out at home. Plus my Mom is already not a big Fan of you, when I fail the next Test, she definitely makes you the reason for it.”, you stated. He takes a deep breath and nods. “These are the last for today.”, he pointed at the book pages. “Promise.”, you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Even though Fezco didn’t have his High School Diploma, he wasn’t as Bad or Stupid as many may think. With his Help you actually understand what you were doing and in just half an hour you finished these two pages. You closed the book and let out a breath of air you didn’t even know you were holding. “Thank you Fez.”, you said, putting everything away. “No problem, but now you're gonna take a break and calm down.”, he said, smiling at you. You just nodded.

You two were sitting on the couch, and even though you’ve been done with your homework for a couple of hours, you just couldn’t keep yourself from going over them in your head again and again. For the past months your grades were going bad and as much as you love your mother, she didn’t really help, she just put more pressure and stress on you. “What’s wrong, ma?”, he asked, looking down at you.

“Hm?”, you looked up from his chest straight in his blue eyes. “What’s wrong, your mind isn’t on the movie.”, he said, letting his Hand go up and down on your arm. “Nothin’..really. Everything is okay.”, you said, giving him a tight lipped smile. “Don’t say that, I know you better than anyone in this goddamn town. Tell me what’s wrong.”, he said, pausing the Movie. “You won’t let go, won't you?”, you questioned. “No, not until you tell me what’s on your mind.”, he stated. You sighed, before you sat up straight turning to him. “It’s just, the last few months and weeks have been stressful and full of pressure from my Mom.”, you began. “Why’s that?” “It’s because of the school. Because, no matter how much or often I learn the Stuff we learn in school, I still fail. I don’t know why I fail, but I do. It feels like my grades fall from day to day even more, and if I don’t pull them up again I’m going to fail this semester, then I need to repeat the whole year and…”, you pause, taking a deep breath, voice breaking while your gaze is on your Hands. “...And I don’t want to do that. If this happens, I’m grounded for the whole next year probably, then I’m not allowed to be here with you.”, you croaked. “Because, to be fair, my Mom thinks it is because of you. No matter how often I tell her it isn't, she doesn’t believe it. I don’t know how I should convince her any other way. Not only about you, but also about the School, my abilities..My-”, broke the sentence when a sob made it through your whole Body. You put your Hands on your face, trying to hide your face from Fezco even if you know that it wouldn’t bring anything. You feel Fezco taking your Hands away from your face, taking them in his hands.

“Hey, look at me, ma.”, he said softly. You raise your Head looking at him, and it breaks his heart seeing the tears on your cheeks. He raised one Hand to wish the tears from your Face, before letting it rest on your cheek. “Look, I maybe don’t have a High School Diploma or some shit like this, but I don’t need one to know that you are smart enough to get through this and get your Diploma okay? And Shit, you don’t ever have to pretend that everything's okay, not with me. Not here in our Home. Everything is going to be okay.”, he said, caressing your cheek. “Our Home?”, you asked, a smile tugging at your lips. “Shit yeah, this is our Home, you and me, with ash and Grandma. Don’t ever question that.”; she said grinning. “I love you.”, you said, not able to hold back your smile. “I love you too, ma.”, he said. You leaned forward to press a Kiss to his lips which he returned. “You make me feel safe, you know that?”, you whispered, just inches away from his face. “I better be, you’re my family.”, he smiled. Smiling your pressed your lips against his again, before you two separate and you cuddle against his chest. He started the movie again, before giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You know, no matter how hard it would get, you always will have Fez in your corner to back you up and that's all you need.

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onlyfezco · 2 years

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Dance Lesson - Fezco

Summary: It’s easy to get over someone when you’re not around them all the time. But what happens when your smoke session with Fez turns into prom prep for him and Lexi.

Fezco x Reader

Fluff then angst (and I’m not sorry about it)

Word Count: 2,548

Author’s Note: I was listening to Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 and this idea popped in my head but I wanted something with angst. Please note that I LOVE Lexi but I needed something angsty. Also, assume Fez and reader are the same age but you’re in college.

East Highland was toxic. So when you moved away a year ago, you were actually pretty happy about it. Of course, there were things you missed like your family and the few friends you had. But overall, the move was for the best. And besides, you only lived about three hours away now.

Currently, you were spending your spring break back in town. You loved your family, but they were stressing you out at the moment which led to you making an impromptu visit to everyone’s favorite local drug dealer Fezco. Fez was more than a drug dealer to you though, he was also a friend. A friend you used to have a crush on. Used to being the key words there.

Fez was familiar. Being around him felt like home. From the old worn patterned couches to the permeant smell of weed and cotton fresh scent of Febreze, you always felt comfortable at the O’Neil home.

The two of you kept up with each other pretty frequently. And on the few holidays were your parents made the trek back home, you usually saw Fez. You had even met his girlfriend Lexi on the last visit. You were a bit shocked when you first met the brunette. She didn’t seem like the type to hang around a drug dealer. You knew she met him through Rue, who was an avid customer of Fez, so you understood how they met. But Lexi was just so... Lexi. You didn’t hate the girl at all, but at first glance, you would picture her as Fez’s girlfriend.

Fez was sitting next to you on the couch passing a joint between the two of you. He was catching you up on what was going on in his life. Prom was around the corner and he was taking Lexi. He already had a suit ready to go, but he was worried about how the actual dance part would turn out.

“You dropped out before we started having dances,” you point out.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks for stating the obvious.”

You throw your hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m just sayin’.”

Fez sighs and you can see the discomfort on his face. You already went through the awkward slow dance with the person you liked back in high school. That felt like forever ago now. Fez never got to experience that. You sat your blunt down in the ashtray on the coffee table and stood up.

“Alright, come on. Get up.”

Fez was practically sinking into the couch cushions as he looked up at you. “Why?”

“I’m gonna show you how to slow dance.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocked and opened YouTube to find a good slow song to practice to.

“Ain’t it just swaying back and forth,” Fez asked, but he got up anyway.

“For the most part, yeah, but you don’t want it to be weird your first time. You gotta know where to put your hands and stuff.” You picked a video and Youtube started a commercial. You placed your phone on the coffee table, then grabbed Fez’s hand to move him to an area with a little more space.

A slow R&B ballad started playing through your phone’s speakers. It was one of your favorites, but maybe you shouldn’t have played a song you were so emotionally tied to.

“Okay,” you said dropping his hand turning to stand directly in front of him. “You’re the guy, so lead. Show me where you’d put your hands.”

“It’s the twenty-first century, Y/N, women can lead,” Fez said, being a smart-ass.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you going to tell Lexi that when she wants to dance?” Fezco was silent. “That’s what I thought. Now show me.”

Fez hesitated for a second before he placed one hand on your waist, then grabbed your hand with the other. His hand wasn’t too low or too high on your waist. Fez always being the respectful man that Marie taught him to be. “Okay good,” you said nodding, then you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

“This is where you pull me closer, Fez,” you said chuckling. “You don’t have to leave room for someone else to join us.”

“Oh,” Fez said, then took a small step closer to you while pulling you towards his body.

“Okay, now this is where we just sway back and forth,” you said repeating his words from earlier making him chuckle.

“Aight, ma,” Fez said as he began to rock from side to side. The song’s melody danced around the room as you two swayed. The verses getting a little too personal for you.

“If you’re feeling fancy, you could spin her and pull her in closer.”

Fez did as you said, letting go of your waist as he twirl you away from him. Your smile grew while your hair fanned out around you. Fezco did as directed spinning you back to him closer this time, your chest pressing against his as your hand returned to his shoulder and his to your waist.

“You catch on fast.”

“I’ve got a good teacher,” Fez replied. And it was true. Practicing with you in the comfort of his living room would make the dance with Lexi go a lot smoother.

You just smiled at his words. It was nice slow dancing with Fez. The last time you slow danced with a guy was senior prom and he wasn’t much of a date anyway. You had a good time, but you had always envisioned your senior prom being with someone you actually cared about. You hadn’t even talked to the guy since graduation.

“Um, you may want to just wrap both of your hands around her waist at some point. Just tryin’ to show you more than one way to dance,” you rushed out the last part, so it wouldn’t seem like you were trying to get closer to him. “If you want,” you began to say, but Fez was already doing what you said. He brought your hand up to his shoulder and dropped it, then placed his now empty hand on your waist. Wow he’s good at this, you thought to yourself. Lexi was a lucky girl.

Your mind began to wonder. A thousand what ifs and maybes playing in your head. Suddenly, it felt weird to have your face so close to your friend’s, so you rested your head on his shoulder. The action happened naturally, you didn’t even think twice about it.

Fezco tried to ignore the pounding of his heart against his ribs as his nostrils filled with the smell of your conditioner. He had never been this close to you before. But it was just a dance, he reminded himself. He was with Lexi. He was doing this for Lexi.

The song began to fade out, making you lift your head from Fez’s shoulder. “Well, I think you got it down,” you said softly.

“Yeah,” Fez drawled out. His eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips. You probably should have pulled away and stopped dancing. You swallowed watching his eyelashes flutter. “Thanks.”

“Uh, it’s no problem.” Heat rose to your cheeks as your heart began to beat double time. Your belly swelled with nerves, the thought of Lexi and prom long gone from your mind. Fez’s tongue flicked out over his top lip for a second. Your head reacting quicker than your mind could talk you out of. The two of you leaned in slowly, your eyelids closing the closer you got.

“ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A NEW CAR WITH 0% INTREST DOWN?”

The two of you dropped your hands from around each other, practically jumping out of your skin. The car advertisement blasting from your phone sounded much louder than the romantic song that played before it, ruining the moment.

You rushed over to your phone to close the app. Fez stood still in his spot at a lost for words. Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you glanced at Fez. The room that felt so intimate and safe just a moment ago, was now full of uncomfortable guilt and awkwardness.

You shook your head trying to brush off the embarrassed feeling taking over your body. You huffed out an awkward laugh before you spoke. “You did good, Fez. Uh, Lexi’s gonna love dancing with you.”

At the sound of his girlfriend's name, Fez finally looked at you. Although nothing actually happened, it was about to and he felt incredibly guilty. And... confused. What just happened between the two of you? You were friends. That’s it. So why did he want to kiss you?

“I- I’m gonna head out.” You nodded then looked up, finally making eye contact with him. The look in his eyes made your heart ache. You didn’t mean for this to happen. Lexi was a sweet girl and Fez was happy. This just complicated things.

“You ain’t gotta do that, ma.”

You laughed at how awkward the situation was becoming. “Yeah, I really think I do, Fez.”

“All we did was dance. At least stay and finish your blunt.” Fez felt like if you left, that meant something happened between the two of you, and then he’d have to feel bad about it.

“That’s not a good idea.”

“What? Why?”

“Fez,” you turned around and shouted. “I can’t stay here. This is... wrong. I know nothing happened, but I wanted it to, and that’s a problem. I thought those feelings were gone, but obviously they’re not,” you said speaking faster the longer you were talking. That last part should have been internal dialogue but it slipped out in your moment of panic.

“What feelings,” Fez questioned, his eyebrows scrunching up. He was unaware that you had any feelings that went beyond friendship, but obviously he was wrong.

You stared at your friend doe eyed. Your words lost in your throat.

Fez stepped closer to you. “Y/N, what feelings?” Fez realized he probably shouldn’t have asked. He had no right too. He was in a relationship and obviously you didn’t want to talk about it.

You hesitated but it was too late to hold back now. “The ones where I wanted to be more than friends up until I moved,” you admitted hardly above a whisper. “I think... I think they went away just because I wasn’t around you as much.”

Your eyes began to gloss over with tears as you stared at Fezco. He was slack-jawed. His lack of words caused you to have word vomit.

“Honestly, I don’t know when they started. And I never wanted to say anything cause I didn’t know if you would feel the same and make it awkward between us. Which is what I’m doing right now... oh my God. I’m so stupid. I’m sorry,” you quickly blurted out, practically breathless now. You turned to head for the door but Fez’s hand wrapped around your arm stopped you.

“You’re not stupid,” he said to you in a voice that was so soft it made your tear filled eyes finally let loose.

“Fez...,” you mumbled shaking your head, refusing to accept his words or look at him.

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about.” Fez’s hand was still wrapped around your arm, his thumb now moving back and forth in a comforting motion.

You sighed shaking your head again. “You’re in a relationship. She’s literally the sweetest person alive. And I’m standing here, telling her boyfriend about how I had feelings for him. I’m a horrible person,” you explained, tears falling down your face like Sunday morning rain now.

Fez grabbed your other arm to make you look at him. “Hey, hey. You ain’t a horrible person. It don’t matter how we used to feel. We just got caught up. But nothing happened. We can just forget it and move on.”

You tried to take in Fezco’s words. You weren’t a horrible person. Anyone would have fallen for Fez. It didn’t matter how either of you used to feel. Wait. How we felt? Your eyes crinkled as you eyed Fez. “What do you mean how we used to feel?”

“Uhh.” Fez dropped his hands from your arms. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other avoiding your curious eyes. Was he nervous? “Nothin’. It don’t matter.”

You huffed. “It does matter, Fezco.”

“It don’t,” he said in a louder tone than before. It was practically yelling for the normally mellow guy.

“It doesn’t because you have a girlfriend. But at this point you might as well come out and say it,” you said as you wiped away the tears on your face. Now you were frustrated. Mostly with yourself for letting it get this far when all you wanted to do was show him how to slow dance. By no means were you weren’t trying to break Fez and Lexi up. But you just wanted to put everything out there, so you could leave and be done.

“Fine. Yeah, I liked you too. But that was before Lex, and before you moved.”

You nodded your head slowly, digesting his words. He liked you this whole time. But now you lived in a whole other town and he was taken. Perfect timing. You started to laugh at the situation which confused Fez.

“What’s so funny?”

“This,” you said pointing your finger between the two of you. “Of course the guy I wanted more than anything liked me back, but neither of us said anything. Just my luck.”

“Well I’m glad one of us thinks it’s funny,” Fez said, then he plopped down on the couch exhausted with all this honesty.

“I gotta find the humor in. Cause if I don’t, I’ll start balling when I tell you goodbye.”

Fez’s head shot up and looked in your direction. “What you sayin’ goodbye fo’?”

“I have to leave you alone. For me and for you. These feelings aren’t going anywhere, so why hurt myself with trying to just be friends. And you’re happy and in love. I already overstepped by saying how I felt and asking you how you did. I don’t want to make things worse or more awkward by attempting to keep this friendship.”

“So that’s it,” Fez questioned eyeing you carefully. “We’re not friends anymore?”

“You want to explain to your girlfriend how your female friend slow danced with you, almost kissed you, then admitted she had feelings for you? And then add on that you admitted that you used to have feelings for her as well?”

Fezco sighed, running his hands over his head, dropping eye contact with you.

“Yeah, didn’t think so.” You grabbed your purse from the kitchen table then started to make your way to the front door. You turned to look at Fez one last time. He was leaned over, his hands on his head and his elbows on his knees. “I don’t want to stop being friends with you, but it’s for the best.”

Fez picked his head up to see you turn and walk to the door. You turned the lock and took the chain off the hook. Your hand hesitated on the knob for just a second before you said, “Goodbye, Fezco.” Then you opened the door and left.

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visforvengeance · 2 years

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Hit a Muthafucka // Fezco

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: heyy! it's been so long and i've missed you guys. i have TWO things to let you guys read. that's a record right there. i love me some fezco and nate fawking deserved that shit. i am a jules vaughn apologist, idc. eenyway I hope you guys like this as much as did!

Warnings: like violence, swearing, slight drug use, maybe ooc?

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Rue couldn’t sit still while Fez drove to the New Year’s party. Fez’s patience was long gone as Rue talked about the situation we were just in. “How the fuck are you laughing right now, Rue?” Rue mumbled something we couldn’t understand, so I spoke up for her.

“It’s the adrenaline. If you’re put in a situation that causes fear, you get an adrenaline rush. Which activates your fight or flight senses.” Fez looked at me through the rearview mirror. “How do you know that shit?” I looked away, feeling embarrassed. “I read a lot of books.” Thankfully, we’d reached the party before he could say something.

Rue had gone somewhere while Ash, Fez, and I walked towards the couch. He pulled out an already rolled blunt and lit it. I watched as he inhaled the smoke and threw his head back on the couch. He held it in for a second and then exhaled. He looked over at me, asking if I’d like to take a hit. I took the blunt and inhaled, looking around at all the people as I did so. I noticed Jules and Kat talking among themselves. Maddie was pulling some guy into the bathroom and Lexi had finally found Cassie, who looked on the edge and confused.

Fez spoke up about our previous topic on adrenaline and how I knew such information. “So you read a lot of books, huh?” I nodded, turning my attention back to him. “Yeah, my mom’s a doctor. So, you get a lot of books about shit like that. I mean I read other stuff too. It’s just when you’ve read everything in your collection, you get bored. And the next thing you know, you’re reading some shit about adrenal glands.” He laughed at my nervous ramble. “You’re fucking adorable.”

I’ve known Fez just as long as he’s known Rue. At first, he wasn’t interested in the personal lives of his customers. But, there was something about Rue that pulled him in. He became like a big brother to her. They didn’t speak on it, but the sentiment was there.

I remember the first time I came with Rue to get drugs, I was very displeased at the fact that he was selling drugs to her. But, I quickly realized that it was best she got them from someone she trusted and not some random asshole.

You didn’t see Rue without seeing me, too; she was my best friend, and we were two peas in a pod. Despite being around him a lot, I hardly spoke to him. Small talk was very common between us. Yet somehow, I developed a crush on him. Which grew as time passed.

We had gotten closer since Rue had her overdose. We both had her in common and found comfort in each other. When Rue was too busy with Jules, I was with Fez and Ash. We had gotten close enough to where I could chill with him at his house for hours. Sometimes, even sleep over.

Jules saw me and walked over. “Is Rue here?” She was nervous. They hadn’t spoken since the night Jules left. Rue was in shambles. I couldn’t say that I was mad at Jules, but I felt bad for her. Nate really dragged her into his fucked upness and what better way than to cope by using alcohol? She was nervous, though.

“Yeah, she’s in the back.” I gave her a small smile. Rue had put up a front that she was angry in the time that Jules was gone. Angry at her for leaving, angry at Nate for taking advantage of her, angry at herself for…simply falling in love with a dreamer (as Nate called her). What she described as anger was just raging sadness. I think Rue forgets that I know her like the back of my hand.

We watched as Jules talked with Rue, it didn’t look as if it were going well, so we turned away.

When I looked over at Fez, I noticed that his eyes were fixed on Nate. Fez and Nate didn’t like each other. Fez had gotten a whiff of what Nate did from Rue, which caused Fez to ooze overprotectiveness. I watched as Fezco’s mouth twitched. Whatever he was thinking, it was not good. I tried to distract him by asking if I could tell him something.

What a great way to admit I have feelings for him. I took a deep breath. “I know we’ve gotten closer since Rue’s overdose. And I’ve been kinda having feelings for you.” He smiled and chuckled. “I know.” I sat there, confused. He looked at me and laughed even more; this was fucking embarrassing.

“You know Rue can’t keep her fucking mouth shut. She told me.” I couldn’t tell from his response if I should punch or kiss Rue. I sat there, waiting to see how he felt. When he finally looked up at me, there was a shy smile on his lips. “Yeah, I like you too.”

As I processed what he said, a smile crept up on my face. His attention turned back to Nate, “yo, listen. Imma need you to go to the car with Ash. I gotta handle some business.” The look on his face was focused and serious. I’ve seen that look one other time, the night when he went out to “handle” some business. But, then he came back with blood on his clothes. I’ve learned that his idea of handling business meant violence.

I turned his head so he could look at me, “whatever you’re about to do, don”t.” His features softened for a second. He sighed, “I have to. He’s not gonna get his unless somebody gives it to ‘em. Now go to the fucking car, please.” I nodded and watched as he walked towards Nate, cup in his hand. Ash was long gone; I couldn’t just leave him here, though. So I stayed and watched as he calculated his attack.

Three 6 Mafia’s Hit a Muthafucka played in the background. The chorus timed perfectly as Fez smashed a bottle on Nate’s head. McKay rushed to pull Fez off of him as he landed punch after punch on his face. Maddy and Cassie screamed for help as blood flew from the action. It was like time slowed when Fez’s eyes met mine.The range of emotion on his features was profound. I was taken aback at the scene in front of me; people crowded around as they watched the aftermath. Fez rushed me out of the house, “yo, we gotta fucking get out of here. I told you to go to the fucking car. I ain’t want you to see none of that shit, man.”

The car ride home was silent. Fez didn’t even speak to me once we entered his house. “Yo, I think you should go check on him,” Ash spoke up. Ash knew his brother better than I ever could.

I walked into Fez’s room and stood by the door. He didn’t even look at me; my mind raced as I pondered on what I should say.

“It’s ok, you know. Nate had it coming.” He lifted his eyes to look up at me. I walked over so I was standing in front of him, my hands on his shoulders. He placed his bloodied hands on the back of my thighs, playing with the hem of my biker shorts. I bent to kiss his head, “I could never be scared of you.”

“I couldn’t let him just hurt my family and get away with that shit.” It was admirable to see the lengths he’d go to, to protect the people he cared about. “I know, baby. Nate is a fucking cunt.” He laughed, he’d never heard me say something like that. “In the last few months I’ve known you, I ain’t never heard you say no shit like that.”

I pushed his shoulders lightly and sat next to him on his bed. “Well, it’s true. As much as I loved seeing Nate get his ass beat, we have to be careful now. You know his dad has every asshole in this town in his back pocket.” He smiled and kissed my cheek. “You’re cute when you’re worried, but don’t worry, ma. I got this.”

Hopefully, Nate can keep his mouth shut for once.

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iheartlexihoward · 2 years

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vulnerable (pt 2) // fez

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: with a shell-shocked fez in your room, you recount another instance in which you were his safe place.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: fez x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* cws: canon-typical, blood, mentions of violence/injury, guns, drugs, alcohol, dangerous levels of pining

this is part 2 of this series! find part one here / masterlist

ahhh thank you for all the love on part one! i really, truly, did not expect to get any kind of response on it so it's kinda mad to me it's at over 700 notes. i really hope that everyone is enjoying how the series is going so far. please let me know your thoughts! <33

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Conscious of stirring your parents, you quietly made your way downstairs and texted Fez to come round the back door. The keys were already in the lock (you thanked your dad, the last person up, for saving you the process of loudly rifling through the key holder) and you turned them as carefully as possible. You opened the door, and your heart hurt. Fez immediately stepped past the threshold of the house, and you could already see the look on his face. It wasn’t something you’d ever really seen on him before.

Of course you’d seen him upset, emotional turmoil was something that was in his job description, but nothing like this. He was deeply, genuinely troubled. You reached out and softly touched his hoodie-clad arm, thumb automatically swiping fondly.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was just above a whisper and your face contorted, worried sick. Fez just drew his eyebrows inward and pursed his lips, looking down. It was rare he actually answered your questions about these things. You didn’t know if it was out of inability to express himself, not wanting to taint your image of him by making you aware of the fucked-up shit he got into, not wanting to feel like he was burdening you with his issues, or a combination of all three and probably more. It didn’t matter to you that he didn’t tell you much — you gave your comfort all the same, and he hungrily accepted it. You knew he trusted you. It was enough.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay?” You pulled away from him not letting go until the last minute, allowing your hand to trail down his arm and give a comforting squeeze to his wrist. Your back was to him as you grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and filled it, but if you’d have turned round you’d have seen that he was absent-mindedly touching the last place you held.

“Here you go.” You offered a small smile along with the glass, and gestured your head slightly in the direction of the stairs. Fez nodded once, slipping his sneakers off and carrying them in his free hand as he followed you. You both picked your way carefully through the house, avoiding creaky floorboards and occasionally casting a silent glance at each other. As you lightly swung your bedroom door open, it hit you that he’d never been inside your house before. In your room. He’d dropped you off thousands of times, and you’d been to his a lot, but this felt very… intimate.

“You can put your shoes and stuff anywhere.” Fez mumbled out a thanks and softly placed his Nikes on the ground, just next to where all your shoes were lined up. You liked seeing his things mixed in with yours. You walked towards him and gently picked the glass of water from his fingers, the warmth of your hands swiping against the cold of his for a millisecond.

“I’ll put it on the side for you,” you said, turning your back for a moment to walk across the room and put the glass down. When you turned around again, Fez was taking his hoodie off. And when he exposed his forearms, there was something flecking them. You hadn’t noticed properly before, but there were tiny spots on his hands too.

“Fez, oh my God… is that blood?” You froze for a beat, before quickly walking back over to him and taking his arms in either hand, bringing them closer to look. “Jesus Christ, Fez, what happened?”

He sighed, overwhelmed, then met your eyes for the first real time that night. His voice was raspy and low when he finally managed to get out a single word. “Mouse.”

“Oh, Fez.” You stroked at his arm soothingly and studied his face, looking into him. Seeing him. “Come here. Sit down.”

“Nah… I-I'on wanna sit on your bed in these clothes,” the boy replied sadly.

“You wanna get changed? I have, like, a bunch of t-shirts and stuff that will fit you.”

“Nah, I can’t—“

You didn’t let him finish, going over to your closet to pick out a large grey tee you often wore then offering it to him. His face exuded resistance, but you were persistent, shoving it softly into his hands.

“Please?” God, you were so earnest it made his chest ache. He couldn’t help but cave and take the garment from you, a small thankful smile toying at the corners of your mouth. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Fezco returned your smile ever so slightly and blinked slowly. “M’kay.”

You gave his arm one last reassuring pat and left him to change, heading into the bathroom you shared with your sister. There was already a clean washcloth laid out on the small radiator to the left of the sink — you grabbed it and ran the hot tap, waiting for the water to come out warm, testing with an index finger. Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but allow a small tear to roll down your cheek. The way that you felt about this boy, the care that you had for him, ran through your fucking veins. It consumed you and your entire being. You just wanted to coat him in bubblewrap and keep him safe forever, never allowing anything or anyone to hurt him ever again.

The only other time that came close to this one was about seven months ago.

You had to coax the details out of him over the space of a few days (and even so, you knew he still wasn’t telling you something), but the gist was some fucker had walked up into the store, a conversation about drugs had ensued, and said fucker had gotten very pissy when Fez refused to take his shit. Guns had come out. Nothing was fired, thank God, and Fez had managed to subdue him. But not without taking a few hits.

He’d called you while you were at a party with your sister and her friends. You’d wondered where he was. It was a rare occasion to turn up at an East Highland party and for there to be no trace of Fezco — they were his gold mines. You weren’t immediately concerned, but you remembered being disappointed; parties were a place you could normally guarantee his presence, and to be honest you were always asking around if there’d be one hosted. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself yet, but it was an excuse to see him. You could only get so many Diet Cokes from the store, or go on so many tag-along-with-Rue-to-Fezco’s-house trips.

You had to stop yourself from answering the phone eagerly on the first ring, leaving Lexi with a quick, ‘be right back’, and weaving through the scattered teens to stand outside.

“Hello?” you greeted him, making a mental note to absolutely under no circumstances sound drunk. You’d not really had that much to drink, but the balmy night air hitting you made your head spin.

“Wassup.”

“Is… everything okay?”

“Uh… I mean… shit, could be better.”

“What? Why?”

Fez paused. “Just some fuckin’ bullshit. Where you at? You not at home?”

“Nah, I’m just, like, at some party.”

“You havin’ a good night?”

You smiled into the phone. He was always so fucking thoughtful. You’d never met anyone who’d asked how you were doing as many times — and genuinely meant it. He really did care about how you were feeling, about what you had to say. “Yeah. Could be better, though.”

“Why’s that?” He was smoking, you could tell. His voice had that groggy lilt it always got, and you could hear him inhale every now and then.

You didn’t know whether to lie, or say what you’d planned on — what the truth was. You’d set yourself up for it now, a moment of extra liquid courage coursing through you, and your tipsy mind couldn’t cycle fast enough to come up with anything else. “Because you’re not here.”

Fez sucked his teeth and chuckled slightly. “Shit. Chill.”

“Are you at home?”

“Yeah.”

“…Can I come over? This kid’s house is, like, really close.”

“I mean… yeah… but you ain’t sure you wanna stay ’n’ like… have fun and shit?”

“I have fun with you.”

“Shit, girl, you know what I mean.”

You slowly blew air out through your nose. “It’s not the same being at a party without you there, anyway.”

“I mean… okay… but… I might not be the most fun right now.”

It made you sad to hear that. Not just because he was one of your favorite people in the world and you always had the best time around him, but because usually when he said something along those lines it meant he felt like shit. Usually because something bad had gone down.

“Fez, why did you say you could be better? Did something happen?”

The line was quiet, but you could hear him shuffle slightly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you soon, m’kay?”

“I won’t be long. See you soon.” Love you.

You locked your phone and headed back inside, spying Lexi in the same spot you left her. She looked up and smiled. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you replied, returning her fond grin before tapping her gently on the arm. “Listen, Lex, I’ve gotta head out. But… be safe, okay? Look after Rue, and text me when you’re home.”

“Yeah, course.” She leaned in, loud music and surrounding chatter making it difficult to be heard. “But where are you going?”

It was hard to decide whether to say, ‘doesn’t matter’, or make up an excuse, or God knows what else. In the end, you settled on, “I’m just meeting up with a friend.”

It was the truth, after all. Fez was your friend.

Lexi’s face was neutral. She wouldn’t ask too many questions; even though you’d become friends in your own right, you were her best friend’s older sister. It wasn’t her place to pry. “Well, okay. Be careful, though.”

You smiled and hugged her. “See you later.”

Fez was expecting you when you turned up. He opened the door slightly quicker than usual — not that you always over-analyzed it. And when he opened the door this time, it immediately made your stomach drop.

“God, Fez, what happened?” you questioned vigorously, stepping forward into the house. His face was bruised and so were his hands, deep purple dappling his cheekbone, his eye, a firm circle around each knuckle.

“Told you this wasn’t ‘boutta be fun.”

You’d spent the rest of the night on his couch together, the TV on low in the background as you talked. A blunt was passed back and forth, and Fezco had dodged the topic of how he got injured. As much as you wished he’d just tell you, you dropped it — you didn’t want to pester him, knowing it would most likely just lead him to clam up even more.

He still allowed you to trace around each bruise patiently and delicately, the weed making your fingertips ignite fireworks under his skin. Even though you weren’t his, he thanked God for sending you to him.

In the same moment, he couldn’t help but fight back tears because he knew he didn’t deserve you.

As the clock ticked on and it drew into the early hours of the morning, it was becoming harder and harder to stay awake — you fought valiantly, craving as much time with him as you could get. You didn’t remember drifting off, just that you stirred a few minutes later with your neck at a god-awful angle and Fez gone. The crochet blanket that lived on the couch was draped across your lap.

“Hey…” Fez’s voice was soft as he returned from down the hall, holding something in each hand. “Saw you slippin’ and I knew you’d kill me if I letchu’ fall asleep with alla’ that makeup on.”

He passed you a packet of baby wipes and placed a cold water bottle on the coffee table. Your heart burst at his thoughtfulness, and you beamed up at him fondly.

“Listen, I’m gonna go to bed. But you need anything, lemme know.” You nodded, and Fez gave you a small, tight smile before making his way back down to his room.

As you dragged the wet wipe across your face and took a few gulps of your water, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that filled your core nor stop the tears from flowing. It was easier to ignore when you were chatting and laughing quietly together, but now the room was dark and you were alone all you could think about was how scared you were for Fez. To you, he was the sweet and gentle boy who would always make sure your favorite drink was stocked at the store and refuse to let you pay. Who would smile and shyly wave across the room at a party every single time he saw you. Who would bring you fucking baby wipes at 2am because he knew, even inebriated, you would never fall asleep with makeup on.

You’d known what he did for years, and the dangers that inevitably came with it. But you’d always tried to push the worries down, to focus on what was in front of you. Seeing him the way he was that day made it so fucking real. As you sat there and grazed his bruises with your fingers, you couldn’t fathom the idea that someone would ever want to hurt him. He was as close to perfect as a person could get. But he was a drug dealer.

And a hell of a lot of people want to hurt drug dealers.

You’d awoken the next morning with swollen eyes and the scent of fresh toast in your nostrils. A steaming coffee had been placed in front of you, and you could hear someone shuffling quietly around the kitchen.

“Morning,” you yawned out upon stretching and looking around, spying Fez clad in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He looked up from grabbing butter out of the fridge.

“Mornin’. I ain’t wake you or nothing, right?”

“No, no, you’re good.”

Fezco nodded and began to butter the toast generously. “I didn’t know what was your, like, breakfast a’ choice.” He picked the plate up and padded over, handing it to you. “So I thought toast was a solid bet.”

You blew air out of your nose and smiled warmly — he was so fucking cute. “Toast is definitely a solid bet. Thank you so much, Fez.”

The two of you ate breakfast together in comfortable silence on the sofa, once he’d joined you carrying a bowl of sugary cereal. He’d burnt the toast a little, but you didn’t mind. Not one bit.

It was gone 10:30 when you knew you finally had to leave. Your sister was most likely on her way back from staying at Lexi’s (she’d already texted you the night before asking where tf did you go, and again that morning asking are u dead), and you didn’t want your parents overly questioning about why you two didn’t come home together.

Fezco, of course, insisted on giving you a lift despite your protests. It wouldn’t have been too far to walk, but you were still in your outfit from the night before and the morning air had a slight chill to it. He’d debated giving you one of his sweaters, but in the end got nervous and missed his window to say anything too many times. He kicked himself for it later.

On the ride home, you stole the AUX and put on a song you knew you both liked. And as you quietly sang in his direction, trying to coax a smile, all you could think of when you studied the way his eyes lit up and the tender glances he sent was that you wished you could bottle the moment and bathe in it forever.

But nothing good lasts forever.

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queenariesofnarnia · 2 years

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the little things we do

ashtray x f!reader (platonic)

fez x f!reader

note: pretending episode 8 doesn’t exist 🥲

wc: 826

warnings: none

gif not mine!

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the little things we do

ashtray x f!reader (platonic)

fez x f!reader

note: pretending episode 8 doesn’t exist 🥲 no clue how many words, I typed it on my phone.

warnings: none

Ever since coming in Fez and Ashtray’s life you have been nothing but sweet. They rarely see you upset, and when they do it puts them in a bad mood. You have no judgment about what they do, your dad did the same to keep food on the table for the two of you. You just don’t get involved with anything, you stay in the room when deals go down at the house and you’ll stay home when they go out for one.

Today you decided to have a surprise date planned for Ashtray. He’s been doing better with getting on track in school and you had to celebrate him to let him know how proud you are. You texted him after getting everything together to meet you in the car. He walks out the house giving you an odd look to question where you’re going.

“It’s a surprise, enjoy the ride” you said with a smile. Ash picked the music that flowed through the car as you drove to a park. There’s a big field and not too many people are out today. Popping the trunk you grab a blanket tossing it to Ash and getting the basket and bag you packed for the day. You led the two of you out to the grass finding a nice spot a decent amount away from people. After the blanket was set on the ground you laid out the little picnic of the food you made.

“What’s this for?” he asked you crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m just proud of you for how well you’ve been exceeding in school. You deserve a day off to enjoy a picnic.” you informed him with a smile. Ash does not smile often but this brought a smile to his face. The two of you ate your food in a comfortable silence. Once you finished eating the two of you laid on the ground just talking. Ash just vent a little to you about school and the work he had to get done.

“You think you’d be willing to help me mom?” as he asked your world froze. Only thing you could hear was your heart pounding in adoration.

“Of course honey” you were ecstatic he asked you for help, plus he called you mom and your heart just melted at that. The two of you packed up the picnic and then decided ice cream sounds like a great option. After getting yourselves ice cream and grabbing a to go one for Fez you headed home. This time you played some upbeat pop songs on the way back. Once to two ice you got home you plopped on the couch shouting for Fez to let him know you’re home.

“Hey ma” he greeted you with a kiss on your head. You handed him his ice cream, he thanked you before turning to greet Ash. ‘Sup brother’ Ash nodded his head in acknowledgement eating his ice cream. Fez plopped down in the chair.

“Can we watch a movie?” Ash asked looking at you. You nodded handing him the remote to pick a movie. He finished his ice cream and scooted closer to you before pressing play on his movie choice. About halfway through the movie and you lightly scratching his scalp he fell asleep on your lap. You smiled down at him before turning back to the movie.

“How was y’all’s date?” Fez asked you drawing your attention from the screen.

“He called me mom” you replied with a smile, tears gathering in your eyes this time.

“Your all he’s ever known and the way you care about him” he tells you looking at his two favorite people in front of him. The scene was better than the movie. Ash softly snoring in your lap with you just content to be there.

“I believe he deserves it all. That’s why I do my best to remind him in little ways he’s loved and we’re proud of him” you glanced down at Ash then to Fez. “I’m going to make sure the both of you will always know that. It’s the little things like that matter ” Fez smiles at you before getting up to discard all your ice cream cups. You gently wake Ash telling him to go get in the bed. He stays for a moment, giving you a tight hug.

Standing up to head to his room he turns to look at you, “Good night mom” he turns back heading into his room.

“Good night honey” you smiled at him. Fez only watched in awe. You turned the television off and headed down the hall. “Come on big guy, it’s your turn for some loving” looking at Fez you winked then headed into your room.

#fezco euphoria #euphoria #fez x reader #fezco imagine #fez x you #ashtray #fezco fluff #ashtray x reader #xreader #imagine

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scenesofobx · 2 years

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A Broken Promise

Summary: The best night of your life takes an abrupt turn...

A/N: I'm proud of this, I wrote it in an hour! The inspiration for this came to me from this Insta post.

Note: in this fic Custer isn't there and neither is Faye.

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, guns, bullets, death.

Word Count: 1.7k

Also, click the link under the word "stunned" - it was a random thought I had when proofreading this, lol.

I was two years into my relationship with Fez, recently he had been speaking a lot about the future, one full of complete love and utter euphoria.

Tonight he was putting a start to our dream life, one that we had both discussed included us as husband and wife living on a farm with a few kids running around (Ash too, of course), living a simple but fulfilling life.

"I love you and I don't ever want to live without you", Fez said to me out of the blue while we were sitting on the couch watching old reruns of Friends.

I looked over at him, smiling widely, "I love you too baby, and don't ever want to live without you either", I placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I can't wait to call you my wife, to spend the rest of my life with you", he said to me, a soft smile on his face.

"I can't wait to call you my husband", I said to him, mimicking his beautiful smile.

"We're going to have the best life, you and me. Just us, Ash, our kids and a few animals, living the best life away from all of the drama and chaos.

"I cannot wait", excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of our perfect little life. His comment about the drama and chaos that was our lives made me ask him to promise me something, to secure our future, "I need you to promise me what we'll have that life, that we'll get married here with our friends and family and then leave this life behind and start the rest of our lives"

"I promise you, our lives are going to be so easy my love, so simplistic and absolutely perfect", he paused, fiddling in his pants pocket and pulling out a sparkling diamond ring, "For step one of making the promise come true, will you marry me?"

I was stunned, this was the happiest moment of my entire life, the best days of my life were about to begin and nothing could ruin this for us, not now, not ever because as long as we had each other, everything would be okay.

"Yes, of course, yes!", I squealed, Fez laughing loudly at my enthusiasm, placing the gorgeous ring on my left ring finger and gave me a kiss filled with so much passion, promise and love.

The entire evening so far was so beautiful and magical, we spent the next hour talking about our future, about how many kids we wanted and what we'd name them. I had to veto a few of Fez's choices and he had to do the same for me but what we had agreed on and what we decided was that our first son would have 'Ash' as their middle name and our first daughter would have 'Marie' as hers, a homage to the two other most important people in his life.

Everything was like a dream come true until I loud knock on the door had startled us, Fez going to stand up and pausing half way when we heard "SWAT, OPEN UP!" being yelled from the door. Shit!

We were being raided... again and I was fucking terrified.

Ash was upstairs playing video games, all of us had been taking a night off from the normal hustle and bustle that our lives bought.

He came down at the noise and shot us a questioning look.

I swallowed down my nerves and fears and tried my best to comfort my boys.

"Okay, let's breathe, it's going be okay, we just have to work with them, alright? We have nothing to hide, alright?"

Fez nodded at my statement, shooting a small comforting smile towards Ash and then placing a kiss on my temple.

"OPEN UP!"

Fez struck into action at the sound of the SWAT yelling again, while he was walking to the door I glanced at Ash, I hadn't noticed the shotgun in his hand until now... my eyes went wide, shaking my head and mouthing "NO" to him. He mouthed back "I'm sorry" and ran to the bathroom and closing the door.

"ASH!" I called out, running after him I tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked. "Ash, please!", I begged.

While I had been focusing on Ash, Fez had removed the lock on the door and opened it.

Immediately being yelled up to put his hands up, he did and then they instructed for him to walk towards me.

His voice calling out for me bought me out from my dazed focus on Ash and back to the harsh reality of the situation.

"Y/N/N!", I turned around at the sound of his voice, coming face to face with multiple guns being pointed at me.

"Walk towards me slowly baby", I did as he asked taking slow steps. One of the breaching officers taking me by the hand and moving me behind him. Clealy these men weren't after me but my boyfriend... correction fiancé and my favourite kid.

Fez kept yelling how Ash was just a kid and didn't deserve to be killed, he was facing the door of the bathroom now, trying to talk Ash into surrendering. His brother instead shooting a bunch of bullets, trying to take down the SWAT team members. They shot back almost instantly, an intense gun fight insuing. Fez was the middle man, literally... he was stuck in no man's land between firing guns.

Suddenly, someone left out a sharp, bloodcurdling scream.

I was completely horrified by the heartbreaking noise and confused as to who was just shot. Looking around I couldn't see anyone in pain and I couldn't see anyone bleeding.

I looked up to Fez still faced away from me, I called out to him, "Fez?", he slowly turned around to face me, revealing his crisp white t-shirt had a huge patch of blood on it, a hole in his shirt, my brain was going a million miles an hour...

"FEZ!?", I screamed, my voice breaking and my eyes wide in absolute fear.

He looks at me with furrowed brows asking why I looked so scared, I glanced at his shirt and back into his eyes, he got the hint and looked down, the realisation that he had been shot hitting him in a split second.

I saw his body falling towards the ground in slow motion, rushing and catching him just in time. I sat down on the floor with him, placing his head in my lap. Both of my hands immediately going to put pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Fez put his hand out for me to take.

"Baby, I can't hold your hand right now, I'm so sorry but I have to put pressure on this!"

"Y/N... stop, it's okay.", a beat of silence, "just hold my hand please!"

"I can't stop Fez, you'll bleed out!"

"Y/N/N..."

"I can't stop!", I said to him, voice breaking as I spoke.

"Please hold my hand... please baby, please...", he was pleading with me, my brain was going haywire... I keep my pressure on the wound and I potentially still lose him or I definitely lose him but get to hold his hand one last time... "Please!", his voice was breaking now too, my heart breaking along with it.

"Okay, okay love", I took my hands off his wound, blood seeping out at a faster pace than it was but I tried not to focus on it, instead choosing to focus of the beautiful blue of his eyes, his eyes... my favourite thing in the world. I could get lost in them over and over, I hope to get lost in them over and over for the rest of my days, or at least for the rest of his.

I gently took his warm hand in mine, squeezing it softly to show him I was here with him. He squeezed my hand back. My other hand was supporting his head, which was resting in my lap. I stroked my thumb calmly across his cheek, watching as his face moved from one of pain and sadness to one of calmess and inner peace.

"Its going to be okay, you're going to be okay baby, just stay with me, okay? Just stay with me", I begged him to hold on, to not go towards the light but to stay here in the moment with me, to hold on until the paramedics arrived and he could get the help he needed.

"Ma...", he whispered.

"I love you, I need you to hold on. I cannot live without you Fez, I need you to stay with me... please!", I was yelling now, not at him but at the situation, yelling my anger at the universe for pulling such a sick joke.

"I love you", he whispered, softer this time.

His eyes closed after that. His breathing increasingly slowing down...

His grip on my hand lessened and lessened until it was no more. His once warm hands were now so cold and lifeless.

I placed a kiss to his forehead and whispered over and over that I loved him and would always love him.

I was frozen in this moment of time, my brain not registering what was happening. I was waiting to wake up from this cruel nightmare, but it didn't happen. It never happened... Not when the paramedics arrived, not not they wheeled away Fez's body, not not when they wheeled away Ash's, not when the police were questioning me, not when they offered me emotional support and options for grief therapy, and not when they took his and Ash's bodies away from me... forever.

The tears finally stopped falling after everyone had left me alone on the floor next to a pile of my soulmates blood, I had cried out every possible tear avaliable. I wanted to cry, to let every emotion out but I physically couldn't, my body and my mind were too exhausted to continue, to feel anything.

I looked down at my engagement ring, now covered it blood and wondered how so much pain and heartbreak could have occurred in the two hours.

The best day of my life had so abruptly turned into the worst one I'd ever had and will ever have.

Fez, my best friend, the love of my life, my fiancé... he was gone and he wasn't coming back.

He had broken his promise to me.

Taglist: @storytellingwitht @dreamsinshadesofblue @iamasimpingh0e @zeida

#fezco x reader #euphoria #fez euphoria #fez x reader #fezco euphoria #euphoria fez #euphoria fic #angst #fezco angst #fez angst #euphoria angst #sad fic #this is depressing

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seraqx · 2 years

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thirteen

pairing: fezco x f!reader

summary: fezco finally has the guts to tell you how much he loves you.

words: 942

warnings: swearing, fluff

authors note: hellooo!! this is my first time writing on tumblr, and so i hope you guys enjoy! if you have any tips please let me know <3

when you two were thirteen, fezco knew you were the kind of girl he wanted to be with. the kind of girl who he would protect, and made sure was okay at all costs. he loved you to death.

every time he saw you, he had to refrain himself from kissing you right then and there. he loved how you spoke in such a soft and calming manner. even if he didn’t understand some of the words, he would sit there and look at your lips in awe. you were his angel.

the others always said how he looked like he was in heaven every time he was with you. and to him, they were right. he felt like he was the luckiest guy ever.

and so whenever you came to his doorstep crying over a boy, he just wanted to go to whoever did this to you and beat the shit out of them. but he didn’t, because he knew it would make things worse. instead he comforted you through everything. he made sure you were okay before he let you go, letting you cry into his arms.

he just really fucking loved you.

it was your birthday, and he thought it was a good time to tell you how much you really meant to him. as he rung the doorbell, you opened it. you were grinning from ear to ear.

he was stunned at how beautiful you looked. your dress was black with sparkles, and your hair was in a high slicked back ponytail. he thought you were gorgeous. “hey.” he said, smiling.

“hi fez!” you replied. he loved the way you said his name. you hurried him inside, holding the gift he gave you. “happy birthday (y/n).” he grinned. you thanked him, as maddy rushed you to the table to blow out your cake. you sat down in the chair, as everyone began to sing ‘happy birthday’.

after you blew the cake, everyone was having fun eating and dancing. when it was time to open gifts, you were happy to see what everyone had gotten you.

the last gift was the one fez gave you. it was in a small gift bag. you took out the soft red velvet box that was in it. everyone looked at each other smiling. when you opened it, you smiled at fez. it was a necklace with a locket and inside was a photo of you and him. he then helped you put it on. “thank you guys, i love you all.” you cried out of joy, hugging everyone.

eventually it was getting late, and everyone had left. everyone other than fezco. he was helping you clean around a bit. “you didn’t have to help me, you know.” you said.

“why wouldn’t i? you’re the birthday girl of course i gotta help.” he laughed. the two of you began to talk, and when you were done fez was nervous. “what’s wrong?” you asked him.

“wanna go for a drive?” he smirked.

you smiled. you always loved going on drives with him, especially when it was dark. the two of you got in his car and he began to drive. “where are we going?” you questioned. but fez didn’t say where, he just said “you’ll see.”

the drive wasn’t very long, but you two were singing to the songs on the radio and having a laugh. finally he stopped, and he got out of the car. he opened the door for you, like the gentleman he is. you stepped out and looked up. there were stars painted across the sky, it was beautiful. you walked over and laid down on the soft grass. fez followed you, and the two of you laid in silence

“(y/n)?” fez said, turning sideways to face you. “yes?” you replied, doing the same. “i gotta tell you something that’s been on my mind for awhile.” you nodded, allowing him to speak.

“this gon’ sound real corny and shit but… ever since i met you i knew you were the one for me. i can’t explain the shit you do to me even if you don’t know. it’s like god sent you here as some fucking angel to this world. and i love how caring and kind you are, but it’s a real pain in the ass when some guy takes advantage of that. i wanna be the one to protect you, make sure you’re okay, be the guy you can depend on. i love every part of you. i love how your hair constantly falls out of place, so you try to fix it by tucking it behind your ear. i love your smile. god that smile makes me want to kiss you… but i guess what i really want you to know is that i fucking love you (y/n). i always have and always will.”

you looked at fez. he may not have seen it, but your face was red. you loved him too. you sat up, and so did he. you looked at him deep into his blue eyes. “fez… oh my god.” you whispered. “i love you too.” his hand pressed on your cheek, as he caressed it. he leaned in and kissed you. one hand was on his chest and the other was on top of his hand that was on your cheek.

the kiss was slow and romantic. there wasn’t anything that could stop you two. when you both pulled away, you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“are we a couple now?” he asked. you giggled at what he said. “of course.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “i love you.” he said. “i love you too.” you smiled.

#euphoria fanfiction #euphoria fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #rue euphoria #rue bennett #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x y/n #fezco smut #fezco one shot #fezco imagine #fezco fluff #fezco fanfic #fezco

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Bouquet

Michael Kelso x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: michaels reputation

Author’s Note: steven supremacy but kelso could be kinda cute too lmao. I hope you like it love!

Requested: by anon, I'm the anon who requested Kelso x reader. I thought of something like, set in the beginning of s6 after Kelso helps Jackie and Hyde get together the reader being the cool girl in school (around Jackie's age) and she's really smart and has a bubbly/nice personality. She starts hanging out with the group (maybe because of Jackie? Idk she could be her friend first) and despite his reputation, she's friendly to him. He really likes her and hanging around her motivates him to review his attitude. She has feelings for him but does NOT want to fall for him because of all the things the group says about him. He's aware of this, and does everything in his power to prove her he's different.

Endings up to you 🥰

You don't even have to use everything in the prompt, I just really like the idea of him trying to be a better person, and I would like to read about the whole 'Michael wants a girl but the group is blocking him out of worry for their friend so he has to show he's a better person'.

And he's also not my favorite but I think he's super sweet in s3 and s4 and with the right amount of character development could be a thoughtful boyfriend

Thank you so much love ❤❤

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Jackie ran up to you before school even ended. She had just gotten this new outfit she was wearing (at lunch because who actually went to school anyway) and wanted to show you. You walked out of your class holding your books tight to your chest, surprised to see a small girl rushing toward you.

“Look at these boots!” she said and squealed a bit. She showed them off to you and you nodded, giving her a flashy smile.

“They look great Jackie!” you said because they really did. You were pretty sure Jackie could pull off anything she wanted to. You started walking to her car together and she flashed the keys, as she often did. They dangled from her fingers.

“I’m going to Formans, you wanna come?” she asked.

“And hang out with your whole group? I don’t know if that’s a great idea Jackie, you all seem pretty close,” you told her honestly. You had seen everyone around school and they seemed nice enough but they were always together. Through Jackie you had found out that they pretty much exclusively dated each other too. You just never thought you would fit in with them.

“They’ll love you! They’ll love you regardless because I love you and I have good taste,” she said, starting her car. You pursed your lips and thought about it for a second. You didn’t wanna be stuck there. You supposed your house wasn’t that far away from Eric’s, you could probably walk if you really needed to. Plus maybe they will like you.

“Okay I guess.”

“Wonderful! Some things you should know,” she started, in her gossipy voice, “don’t mind what Fez says Donna and me just ignore it. If Michael tries to flirt with you, ignore him.”

“I have Michael in my english class, he seems nice,” you said. You knew his reputation and what he had done to Jackie but she was mostly over it.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m not going to let him have his grabby hands all over you. I escaped that and now I’m with Steven thank God,” she muttered. You nodded.

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

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When you arrived, Jackie introduced you to everyone there. Overall everyone seemed to like you or they were indifferent to your presence.

Donna told you the second you arrived that if Kelso tried to flirt with you you should ignore him. He wasn’t there the day you went because he had been in detention but you ran into him the next day at school. He sat next to you in english class.

“You’re Y/N right?” he said. You raised an eyebrow. You had assigned seating and you knew he wasn’t assigned to sit next to you. Class hadn’t started yet though so you supposed he had time.

“Yeah,” you said carefully. A dumb smile went over his face and he moved his hair to the side.

“I’m Michael Kelso. I heard you met my friends,” he said.

“Yeah I did,” you said. “They were really nice.” He nodded, that smile still there on his face. You gazed at him for a second, into his eyes. They looked almost completely blank. They reminded you of puppy eyes.

“Yeah they are nice aren’t they.” He looked up at the teacher who was about to get the class started.

“No offense Michael but they all told me I shouldn’t talk to you,” you said, adding a little laugh to try and ease up your words. He nodded.

“I figured. Don’t listen to them though.”

“I want us to be friends.” You put your hand up and he shook it, very happily. “But just know I’ve been warned.” He nodded aggressively .

“Noted!” The teacher pointed at Michael.

“Kelso! Back to your seat.”

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“I don’t know why you told her not to talk to me,” Michael said as he sat on the couch arm. He crossed his arms. Donna and Eric were sitting on the couch beside him, Fez on the chair to his left and Hyde and Jackie on the chair to his right. You were sitting on the other couch arm.

“We didn’t say that,” Donna corrected.

“All we said was that if you tried to flirt with her, we would collectively put an end to it,” Eric finished.

“Yeah Kelso man, you can’t flirt with everyone who walks through those doors,” Hyde concurred. Fez smiled.

“Not like me,” Fez said.

“Yeah well that’s just part of your personality,” Donna said, laughing a little bit. Michael opened his mouth in amazement.

“It’s part of my personality too!” he yelled.

“Just face it Michael. You’ve messed with too many,” Jackie said, head held high. You laughed a little bit. Michael turned to you.

“I will get you to like me. Even if I have to be good to do it.” You shrugged.

“Michael-” you started but he cut you off.

“No. I will.” He said. You shook your head a bit and leaned back. Donna looked up at you.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said honestly and you believed her. You had to admit, you had a lot of fun with these people. Guess that was why they were so close all the time.

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Michael kept his promise that he would get you to like him. He spent the whole week doing small things for you here and there, trying to make sure that you noticed him. Sure, after he gave you the flowers and you thanked him he bragged about how good of a guy he was, but he was really trying.

Michael barged into Eric's basement and almost fell over doing it. He was pleased to see that only Eric was home, watching TV and flipping through a magazine. He looked up at Michael, uninterested and then back at his magazine.

“I think I’m in love,” he whispered. Eric scoffed.

“Didn’t you say that about Jackie?” he asked.

“Maybe.” There was a pause where Michael tried to retain the information but he came up empty. “I don’t know. But I mean it this time.” He sat down aggressively on the chair to the left of Eric. Eric finally closed his magazine and looked up.

“You barely know her.”

“I know her plenty!” he exclaimed. “We have english together and she’s so smart. She’s so nice to me!” He said that last part with a whisper scream. “And she hasn’t given in yet. She’s got stubbornness.”

“Got stubbornness?”

“You know what I mean!” Michael shook his head and Eric saw his expression grow serious which was very very rare in the case of Michael Kelso. “I feel excited when I see her and when she smiles at me it makes my stomach feel…” He put his hands up and waved them aggressively in demonstration. Eric leaned back in his chair.

“Well dang. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Me neither!” “Do you think she likes you?”

“Not now that you’ve all told her I suck!” Michael shook his head, defeated. “So stupid.” Eric laughed a bit.

“You can’t blame us. If you want her, go and get her.”

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Michael held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had used the last of his money for the week buying them and still wasn’t all that sure if you would like them. He didn’t expect the nerves that came with trying to ask you out. Usually if someone rejected him (which was rare, he liked to point out) he could move on quickly. He didn’t want you to reject him.

He walked into english class and you were already there, sitting at your desk, flipping through the assigned book. He took a deep breath and took the strides over to sit beside you. You looked up at him and gave him a small polite smile.

He took one more breath and then brought the bouquet out from behind his back. Your eyes went wide at the size of it.

“Would you pretty please go on a date with me?” he asked. You took the flowers from him and for a moment was stunned that he had actually asked. The flowers were truly beautiful.

You met his eyes.

“Yes Kelso I will go on a date with you.” He fist bumped the air aggressively and you laughed a bit, trying to ignore that he was making a big scene. He turned to you with a big smile.

“You won’t regret it.”

“You better not make me.”

“Kelso!” The teacher called, pointing his pen at Michael. “Get back to your seat!” they hissed. You laughed a little bit as he shook his head.

“I’m very comfortable right here,” he pointed out.

“Kelso.”

“Alright alright.” He turned to you as he got up. “I’ll see you at Forman’s basement tonight. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“They’re never gonna believe it.”

“Jackies gonna scream,” you said. He shrugged.

“Let her scream. I think I won this one.”

#michael kelso x reader #michael kelso imagines #that 70s show imagines

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Withdrawals

Lexi Howard x Fezco [Euphoria Season 2]

Warnings: Mentions of Drug Use, Mentioned Effects of Drug Use, Lexi’s Daddy Issues because Cassie isn’t the only one who’s got them, Swearing, Crying, Arguing, Mentioned Abandonment, Insecurities, Parental Abandonment, A TON OF ANGST

Genre: ANGST, Hurt/Comfort

Summary/Prompt: Lexi finds out Fezco is supplying her dad.

Requested by Anon. Thank you for the prompt dear! In honor of the new episode expect more Fexi fics coming out soon! Love, Vy ❤

NOTE: I was listening to Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin on repeat while writing this so I made myself cry so...here’s a tip if you wanna make reading this fic even sadder - listen to the song: link :)

Lexi would’ve never thought someone as tough-as-nails looking as Fez would be so on-board with watching a romantic comedy. She didn’t even have to ask twice, all she had to do was mention how much she enjoyed watching it and the man was down, telling her to bring the CD to his house the following day - a Saturday, their assigned day for hanging out and watching movies at his place. She’d gladly welcome him into her home, but with the situation her family is currently in, she knows it’d be a bad idea. She’ll still definitely invite him over eventually, but until the boiling water cools down, it’s not exactly an option.

As the two had agreed via text the previous night, Lexi brought the CD to Fezco’s house. She was surprised to get a high-five from Ash as a greeting cause the most she’d gotten up until that point was a wave from afar or just a simple nod.

“He ain’t a hugger but who knows...“ Fez chuckled, arriving at the door just in time to catch the greeting between his brother and this girl he’s fallen so head over heels for.

What Lexi didn’t know was that Fez too was never a hugger but, as he said, who knows...

Well, now she knows because after a rom-com marathon of four movies and with the sun having set, unlike the last time they were sitting on this couch with just their fingers intertwined, she’s found herself wrapped around in his arms, his warmth causing her cheeks to redden and eyes to glint.

She isn’t sure when or how they found themselves in this position, cuddled up as if it was their automatic instinct, but she’s not complaining. However, she’s unsure of how her heart hasn’t leaped out of her chest yet. The simple hand holding that occurred about a week ago sent her in a frenzy internally as well as externally. She felt so conscious of the situation and in the best way possible. For once, she didn’t have to pretend it was a movie. It’s never been a movie with him - ok, maybe except back at the New Year’s party, she saw that as a definite movie moment that could in no way be happening to her. She’s always thought she’s too boring for movie-like encounters but looks like life doesn’t pick and choose who to put in which situation - it just knows who belongs where. And it knew she belongs with him - someone who sees her so differently in comparison to how she sees herself.

“Ok so, what’d you think?“ Lexi asks as she sits up, the movement forcing Fez to unwillingly untangle her from his embrace where he swears he could keep her and himself forever.

“’Breakfast Club’ is a classic but the other one you chose, ‘Man Up’, right? Yeah, that one surprised me. Thought it’d be shit.“ Fez answers truthfully, chuckling at the faux offended expression on Lexi’s face.

“Oh so you have doubts about my cinematic taste?“ She scoffs, grossing her arms over her chest childishly. The ginger finds it adorable, especially when he can clearly see how much she’s struggling to keep that expanding grin at bay.

“Nah, shawty, I know better than to do that...“

Halfway through his apology, a loud set of knocks comes to the door, startling them both out of their comfortable bubble they create around themselves every time they’re together.

Their reactions are in different sections of the spectrum - Lexi is confused and worried, thinking it may be someone from the Jacobs family here to harass Fez again, curtesy of her sister tattling to Cal fucking Jacobs of all people. Fezco, on the other hand, is on a tightrope between furious and terrified. The latter wouldn’t be present if Lexi wasn’t there. He can only imagine that whoever is at his door at 8 PM on a Saturday isn’t here for anything but trouble.

It’s either some asshole trying to square up for some non-existent debt or a refill Fez will have to refuse giving out. But then again it could be Rue who Lexi really shouldn’t have to see in the state in which she usually shows up at his door - desperate for a hit of something, anything.

“Fezco! I know you’re in there! Man, it’s me, it’s just me! I really need another dosage, man. I-I can’t go on like this. Withdrawal is death, I swear. Please, open this goddamn door, I’m dying!“ The man who sounds utterly hopeless and desperate screams with what seems to be his last strength as the pounding lessens, suggesting he’s losing the power to uphold it.

Fez immediately recognizes the voice as one of his regulars, a guy in his early to mid forties who’s fucked up hella and has been on and off with trying to get clean and stay sober. This is another one of those times when he breaks his streak in a moment of unbearable pain and desperation.

The drug dealer sighs, lifting his head out from between the couch cushions where it immediately flew to in order to retrieve his gun. One thing he knows is that this man is harmless, not a bad bone in his body. Just another good man turned a zombie as a result of addiction.

One thing Fezco doesn’t know, one thing he doesn’t notice is that Lexi recognizes the voice too, freezing up in her seat, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

“Oh, Fezco! Thank God! Listen, I really need a hit or....“

The man’s sentence is cut short, “I ain’t got nothin’ at the house no mo’.“

“N-no, you don’t get it! That’s fucking bullshit, you must have something! Come on, Fez, don’t do this to me!“ Gus continues pleading, his hollow eyes shimmering with tears caused by the pain Fezco knows all too well - he’s seen many people go through it. Withdrawals are a bitch, but they’re a lot better than death even thought that’s how they often feel like.

“Nah, Gus, I ain’t gon’ help you fall off the wagon again. You said you’d get your shit together, get clean and go back to your family. I ain’t gonna let you break your own vow again.“ Fez stands his ground, his facial expression solemn to show sympathy but also his unwavering determination. This is far from the first time he’s tried to talk this man off the ledge of relapsing, but this time his resolve is far stronger. He has made a vow of his own to be a better man and talking this man back into a sensical state of mind is one of the more important steps he’s planning on taking on his journey to achieve that.

“He’s said that many times.“

Lexi’s voice startles both men, especially the visitor whose eyes widen at the sight of the brunette who takes a stand by Fezco’s side. It’s so unusual, so bizarre and unimaginable he thinks it’s a hallucination for a moment but when the other man acknowledges her presence too, he knows that the hallucination alternative is a lot better than reality. The reality option places him directly in front of his daughter while he’s in one of the lowest points in his life. She’s seen him hit lows before, but seems to him like he keeps sinking and sinking, each time thinking he’s hit rock bottom, but no previous experience can compare to this one. This one makes him wish the withdrawals would actually leave him dead on the doorstep. He wishes the ground would swallow him whole so he never has to see that hurt in his daughter’s eyes.

He remembers the countless times he saw that familiar disappointment in those brown orbs of hers, but that has now been replaced with dreadful hurt and pity which to him hurts as bad as he’d imagine an actual stab to the heart to feel like.

“Lex? W-what are you doing here? What are you doing with him?“ Gus settles for the option of glaring at Fez just so he doesn’t have to feel the continuous pain her gaze is inflicting on him.

Lexi doesn’t let it slide though. She steps between her dad and boyfriend, putting Gus in a position where he can’t escape the knowledge of her presence nor the look she’s giving him.

“I’d ask you the same but you already gave an answer, dad.“ She says as spitefully as she can but it fails to sound the way she wanted it to. Her shaky voice just allows both men to get a look at how broken she is and has been this entire time. Just like you don’t see the cracks on certain surfaces until the light hits them from the perfect angle, no one could see how shattered she’s been ever since her dad left up until this point.

Lexi often found herself imagining this moment, running into him again. She always saw it as an accidental and downright inconvenient and unwanted reunion at the worst place at the worst time. And damn did she get that part right. She also expected an apology but she now doubts she’ll get one. Those were reserved for Cassie and Cassie only apparently. She never paid that much mind, how much she’s been disconnected from both her parents all her life. Suze with her constant drunken state is self-explanatory, but Cassie always had their dad to a certain extent. A call, a text, a secret visit. None of that was ever given to Lexi. She remembers the phone calls she overheard between her dad and sister; she remembers seeing the two hugging in the driveway while she was peeking out the window from her and Cassie’s shared room. Even when he was around, it was evident which was his favorite daughter.

One could argue Lexi is lucky they weren’t close cause that’s the exact closeness that got Cassie so messed up, but Lexi would strongly disagree. She’s been messed up differently - the abandonment, the feeling of never being wanted or loved or appreciated or even fucking noticed.

Gus abandoned her far earlier than he abandoned Cassie.

Wiping at her tear-stained cheeks, she forces herself to continue before he gets the chance to say anything, “And, if you must know, Fezco is my boyfriend. Never imagined I’d introduce him to my dad this way but here we fucking are.”

There’s a long moment of silence during which Lexi’s gaze only intensifies, turning into a glare, tears still spilling out of her eyes and even though she has her back turned to him, Fezco feels the pain of each one that rolls down her rosy cheeks, staining her shirt. She wants to wipe them all away, wants to take her back inside and let her cry it out, get it out of her system. But she too has to go through withdrawals first, the ones caused by the emotional kind of addiction.

“Lex, don’t tell me you’re with this drug -....“ Bad move on Gus’ part. A bad move that reveals to him just how hostile Lexi can become when pushed too far.

“You have no moral high-ground here, dad! You know what, actually, why don’t you go check on your daughter?“, the last word is laced with so much hurt in the form of venom, even Fez felt his heart sting. Lexi made sure to emphasize how she’s been feeling her whole life. With just a simple phrasing of her sentence she let Gus know she’s never felt like his daughter. How could she when she’s never felt fatherly love from him? “That’d be a good idea cause she just ran the fuck away from home to live with her best friend’s ex who’s done nothing but ruin her life and make her miserable! Go check on her, I’m sure she’d appreciate it. In fact, I’m sure it’s what she needs right now, about as bad as you want your fucking drugs. So, go on.” An involuntary sob escapes her chest, a sound that tears through Fez’s as well, “I was content in my tranquility before your attempt at a caring act. You can’t make up for eighteen years of making me feel like shit with that, but then again I’m not sure if you’d even want to. I mean, I have never heard a single one of the many apologies you’ve given Cassie. But that’s ok, you also led me to believe I didn’t deserve an apology cause I wasn’t there for you the way she was. Now I’m glad I wasn’t.“

With that, she storms right back into the house, leaving behind a numb and emotionless looking Fez and a crying Gus who now, unsurprisingly, looks even more broken than before - his eyes red and glossy, skin paler.

He looks to Fez for something, anything to pull him out of his misery but he’s not asking for drugs, he’s asking for comfort or reassurance of any kind. Much to his dismay, the ginger isn’t willing to give him that either as he only offers a solemn and disappointed shake of his head before stepping back into the house, closing and locking the door behind him, waiting a few moments until he hears Gus’ footsteps leaving the vicinity and then going back to the living room where a distressed Lexi is pacing the perimeter.

“Lex....?“

“I’m fine.“ She sniffles, “I’m perfectly fucking fine. Did I make a fool of myself in front of a man who doesn’t give two fucks about me and probably hasn’t thought about me in the past...however many years he’s been gone for? - I did, but damn it felt wonderful. I always thought I’d never get a chance to tell him how I’ve felt and dealt but here we are. Don’t worry, Fezco, I feel great.“

Despite her claims of stability and wellness, Fez still takes hold of her shoulders, stopping her mid-pace and turning her around to face him. He keeps her in place, his gaze trapping hers and it’s something about those blue eyes clouded with so much guilt, concern and sadness that obliterates the hell out of her emotional walls and barriers.

“Lexi, please....“

“What was wrong with me?!“

Her words cut through the room and through Fezco like a knife. They seem to have cut through her just as badly though, leaving her to collapse into Fezco’s embrace just in time to miss the tear that leaves his eye as his arms hold her tighter than he can ever remember holding anyone in his life.

“Why didn’t he love me the same?! Why didn’t he love me at all!? Why’d I let him shape who I am?! Why did his absence affect me so much when he was never there for me in the first place?! Why was I never enough for him, for anyone?! Why am I always the one to take the blame for everything?! Last I checked, I wasn’t brought into this world to be everybody’s punching bag so why?! Why?!“

Her tears soak through Fezco’s shirt while his fall into her hair. The things he’s willing to do right now to take her pain away. The things he’d do to shield her from everything and everyone. But his fists and his gun can’t fic this. He’s got no power here and feeling helpless is some of the worst pain he’s had to deal with. His hands being tied when one of the most important people in his life needs him most.

He curses God for maybe the first time in his life, feeling his own emotional withdrawal creeping in. He’s been addicted to his numbness, the lack of emotion always served as a shield to him but right now it’s been stripped from him, leaving him exposed to the agonizing tears of Lexi Howard.

@lilaalouuxx @ciniluv @hyperfixatingmenever @rosesandallthatshit @coffeebookreadinglover @dreamingaboutyousworld @maryelizabeth13 @ateliefloresdaprimavera

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beth-march · 2 years

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hi, i hope you're well:) just read your update and god the voice you give him! i wish i could forget all i read from the chapter so i could be filled again, in the same way, by the softness of it. really, it's tender and sweet enough to be aching but in a good way. love how you build their relationship. to me, it's compelling and captivating not exactly bc the love story they're walking to but ugh they fit so well. not the aesthetic that makes easy to apply so many tropes to them, but how they show themselves through love. i think they are creatures of love and care, and it makes me scream how the relationships they build earlier in the show (and even through the season 2) are founded in a non-romantic type of love. so i don't if misunderstand the way you write them but damn is so good how is some type of recognizing ("what they share, the burdens they carry, have been what has brought them together"). they move naturally towards each other, so it seems to be also natural that they move together once they find each other. and it's a delight to read they being already in this in-between type of place. again, they fit so well that i can only quote yourself, when your fez says that "He even knows that the term [friends] isn’t enough for them. It isn’t big enough, it isn’t deep enough". they were already in the middle, not exactly rushing into a romantic relationship but being past this early state where you build trust and etc (and on a side note, reading him yearning to hold her hand reminded me of the kafka's letter where he describes the moments where he held felice's hand (to hold is what hands are for), saying that this because indispensable to his life. i love how simple moments like this hold such significance, builds and streghtens another type of intimacy (again, so captivating it makes internally scream and kick my feet in the air like a fucking lunatic)).

so after this whole oversharing i just want to say that you are a fucking G. thank you so much for sharing such beautiful writing with us :)

I am always so thrilled to receive long reviews like this! Eeek! Surest way to my heart.

Achingly tender is absolutely how I think of Fez and Lexi, so I'm so happy that it's coming through in my fic.

This story is kind of a fast burn, like they're going to be together by Chapter 5, but I'm glad to hear that the building of their relationship is enjoyable, so far. I completely agree - they have so much in common, in the careful, abundant way that they love, and it's never reciprocal for them, until they've found each other. It's so much of the appeal of them, IMO. I love that they weren't romantic straight off the bat, I think there's something so reminiscent of soulmates about it, about being on the periphery of each other's lives, being joined by friends, but not fully knowing each other until that fateful party where they collide by accident.

No, you haven't misunderstood! The premise of this fic is really that they're trauma bonding over Rue's overdose, because I think they would be impacted by it in similar ways. They both felt responsible for it happening and they both love Rue so much. So it's like they're sharing that burden together, alongside all of their other burdens, as they get to know each other better. I think once they start talking, they don't stop - as was shown in canon! - but in this particular universe, it will be much quicker to become explicitly romantic. They're just drawn to one another, like you say. Which, definitely puts them in a place beyond simple friendship, it's something more, something deeper, as you demonstrated with that quote. They already have comfort and trust but there's still some hesitance.

I haven't read much Kafka but I adore that quote. I'm making an executive decision, I'm changing the chapter title to use it! Thank you for bringing my attention to that, it's so beautiful. You know Fez just really wants to touch Lexi all the time... he'd be very tactile, I think.

I've discovered that being called a fucking G is perhaps one of the best feelings in the world, so thank you very much for providing that. Like, me?!?! Oh my gosh. Thanks so much for your ask <3

#long post #asks #tolws

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wherearedreamgiver · 2 years

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After the Play// Lexi and Fez Short Story Fanfic Part one

Author's note: This is just something I wrote about Lexi and Fez. I wanted to make a fanfic for them. I decided to write this one about after the play. I'm not the best writer but this is what I came up with. Thanks for reading :)

*Hey Siri, play Teen Romance by Lil Peep*

"Congratulations, Lexi." A couple of girls say to me as I walk out of the school. They were congratulating me on my play. It feels good to finally have my voice heard. I'm proud of myself for getting out of my comfort shell. Besides Cass almost ruining it and almost killing me, it still turned out great. Seeing the look on rue's face made me happy and feel warm inside. Seeing my friends support me, felt great but my own sister being angry at me made me sad. And Fex not showing up hurt me a little.

I see Bobbi and Ethan walking my way. "You did an amazing job, Lex," Bobbi tells me before she pulls me into a hug. I hug her back.

"Thank you," I say.

"I enjoyed being a part of it," Ethan said.

"Aww thanks, you two. I couldn't have done it without all of you." I pull them both into a hug. I hear footsteps behind me.

"Ready to go, Lexi?" I hear my mom's voice.

I wave 'bye' to Bobbi and Ethan. They both walk off together. I turn to my mom and she has the biggest smile on her face.

"I'm so proud of you, baby girl. I loved your play. Having Ethan play me was the best thing ever!"

"Thank you," I smile back.

The car ride home was a sort of quiet one. Mom was telling me about her favorite parts of my play and that made me happy. I feel like my mom can tell something is wrong with me. I keep looking at my messages with Fez. I can’t stop thinking about him. It doesn't feel like anger but it’s more worry I feel.

“Lexi?” She asks.

“Huh?” I put away my phone.

“Is everything okay?” She pulls the car into our driveway.

“Yeah..” I know I shouldn’t lie but I don’t want her to worry about me.

She cuts off the car. “Cut the bullshit, kiddo. What’s wrong?” I knew she wouldn’t believe me. Shit.

“It's…um.” I didn’t know how to word it. I don’t know how to tell her about Fez and my feelings. How do I tell her?

“Is it because of your sister?”

“Strangely…not at all. I feel like I should be angry at her but I’m not. Maybe, I’m not because of how great it turned out. Having all of that support from my friends, made me feel great. It’s just someone I really want to show up didn’t. I had a seat saved for him and everything. He seemed so excited to see my play but h-he never showed up.” I choked a bit at the end of my explanation.

I do feel hurt, Fez didn’t show up.

“Who’s this friend of yours?”

“His name is Fez.”

“Oh, the one that beat up Nate Jacobs?” She questions.

“Yes…that’s him. He’s not a bad guy or anything. He’s actually really so sweet-”

My mom interrupts me, “Well, I learned that Nate's kid is an asshole, who the hell does he think he is moving your sister into his house and cheating on Maddy as well. Seems like he deserved an ass-whooping.”

I wanted to laugh because she was right but I felt like crying more. Tears begin to form in my eyes. “Oh sweetheart, it’s okay to cry.” She pulls me in and I let the tears fall down.

“What if he doesn’t like me the way I like him?” I ask her.

“Don’t worry, hun. You’re a wonderful girl. I hope that one day, I can meet this Fez guy.” She smiles.

“I hope so too.” I smile.

I spent the rest of the night laying on my bed. What if I’m in love with him? This all feels kind of new to me. Rue. I hope she’s doing okay.

A couple of hours later, I get a call from Rue.

I look at my alarm clock and see it’s 3 in the morning. Gosh, I hope it’s not another one of her realization rants. I pick up my phone.

“Lex..” I hear her on the other side of the phone.

“Hey Rue, is everything okay?” I ask.

“No…it’s Fez and Ash…”

“Damn it…Ash.” I hear sniffles on the other end.

I sit up in my bed and rub the sleep from my eyes.

“What happened, Rue?” I asked. Worry feels my brain.

“F-fez.. is in jail and…A-ash…is fucking dead.” She managed to get out. My eyes widen and I begin shaking. “What..how did this happen?”

“It was a raid. I bet it was fucking Nate.” I hear the anger in her voice now.

“Oh god…do you know where he’s being held at?” I ask her.

“Yes.” She tells me where he’s at.

“I’m on my way to get you.” I quickly put on a hoodie and some sweats with my sneakers.

I got to be there for him.

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fez-whyiwaited · 4 years

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Chapter II - Why I Waited

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Our new house is not that small, but also not that big. It certainly is not that awful, it’s clean and it has some rustic and old details to it, but over all it’s a simple one story house, with tree bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen, and a sad small couch with a tv on the floor in the living room.

‘’Jona, the house smells amazing’’ is the first thing Sarah says when we drop some moving boxes into the house.

Jonathan is who gave us the opportunity to move into this town, he’s the manager of ‘The Handler - Strip club’, or as he likes to call it ‘’exclusive men restaurant’’, same one Sarah will be starting working tomorrow.

‘’It really does’’ I laugh.

‘’My Yankee Candle dropped, it’s a bitch to take the wax off the carpet’’.

‘’Well, that apple-cinnamon smell is to die for’’. Sarah adds.

‘’Here Joy, let me show you your new room, it has a window to the garden, Sarah told me you needed to have that view, please do whatever you like with the space… by the way, it does need a little time and patience’’.

‘’Thanks Jona’’ I say.

This bedroom is probably the biggest thing I have ever had for myself, Sarah and I always shared a bedroom since kids.

I look out the window and see a big wood doll house, getting eaten by termite.

I don’t know much about Jona’s private life, just that he’s a protective friend to Sarah, and that her daughter was taken away by her ex girlfriend.

I can really make this garden look better, the first thing that needs to go is that nasty doll house.

Gardening has always been easy for me, while my parents were not present in most part of my childhood, my grandma was. She used to teach me all about it, something about taking care of a living being made me feel important, that’s why I never want kids, because plants and animals can give me that happiness, one that has no expectations, you just need to be there, give them love and a little time, and they will not complain or ask for more.

‘’Hey, do you like it?’’ Sarah enters the room

‘’Yup, pretty cool, can’t wait to remove that doll house and plant some lilacs’’ I say pointing out of the window. ‘’Also I’m pretty excited to not hear you snore, I don’t even know how it is to sleep without a bear sound’’

‘’Ha, ha, smart ass. Hey? We should totally wreck it or something, ask Jona if he has a baseball bat, or something’’

‘’Will do’’

- - - - - - - -

It only has been a few hours since we arrived, unpacking boxes was not that hard since we only had a few ones. My new room used to be of Jona’s daughter, so the walls are painted in baby pink. Completely empty, there’s two doors that lead to the wardroom.

My belongings are not that hard to place, most of it is clothing, two bags of makeup, and a photo of Sarah, grandma and me.

Jona placed a sleeping bag and a quilt on the floor for me to sleep. It’s not that bad, the room is quiet, and I know that if I open the window, I will hear the crickets, which sometimes the sound of nature gives me serenity.

I lay down in my new ‘bed’, and while battling my thoughts, that I know if it wasn’t for my actions we could still be in our apartment in New York City, back to a comfort zone that took us years to built after our parents went finally away. As my grandma used to say, I should ‘’only focus on the next day’’, so tomorrow I will: A. Find a new job B. Try to get back to school and C. Buy pink hair dye.

- - - - - - - -

‘’Good morning’’ I say entering the kitchen

‘’Hey! Can you grab the orange juice and ketchup? They’re in the fridge’’ Jona answers

‘’Sure, want some help? What are you cooking?’’ Taking the juice, I take advantage to also place tree cups on the table.

‘’Eggs with ham, I suppose you are hungry, Sarah told me you really didn’t ate yesterday’’

Avoiding to answer, I start to wonder the kitchen, learning the place of every single one of the dishes and at the same time helping with the table. I’ll definitely find some time today to accommodate in here.

‘’Oh, oh, I already see your eyes, girl, chill a little, if something bothers you… you’re free to change it, just remember to calm’’

‘’Thanks Jona’’

‘’So, what’s the plan for today, I already know you’re all scheduled’’ Sarah says entering the kitchen ‘’I start work at 10 p.m. and we will probably be back at 6’’ she adds.

‘’Try to find a new job, search for the nearest public school and buy hair dye’’

‘’First thing we need to go grocery shopping’’

‘’And that too…’’

‘’Hey have you tried this? Jona put ketchup on the eggs, this shit revolutionary’’

‘’Ew, there’s no way that’s entering my body’’ she says disgusted

‘’Oh common, when have I failed you? Close your eyes’’ he goes near Sarah and puts the fork near her mouth. Sarah closes her eyes and gives a bite, while processing she opens her eyes fast.

‘’Okey I need more’’ she states

‘’Told ya’’

- - - - - - - -

In the grocery shop, while Sarah’s taking the essential food and toilettree products, I use my phone to search the local public school.

‘’Do you really think I can go back to school?’’

‘’I mean, of course, it’s January, you are good with grades, your advisor said she was going to send what was needed for you not to loose what you did for the year’’

I know it’s Sarah’s dream for me to go to college, but that’s just not going to happen. I know that because we don’t have extra money. A week ago, I had it all figured out, even the money, now… nada for college.

‘’I really want to work, I can do school and a part time job, I know Jona even offered you for me to work in the kitchen of the club - ’’

‘’Which you’re not’’ she cuts me off

‘’I’ll search for the hair dye, you want something?’’

‘’Water, chips, milk and Lucky Charms’’

I write everything on my phone, and start to venture the store searching for it.

When I gather the food, I take it all with my two hands, as I walk to the beauty aisle I’m intercepted by someone, provoking me to fall and drop the stuff.

‘’Oh shit, sorry, here let me help you’’ the male voice says

I collect the cereal and chips, and he quickly pass me the water and milk.

‘’Thanks’’

He looks me to the face and his expression is just the same as the ginger guy from the store.

Uncertainty… Doubt… Incertitude… Dubiety… but not judgmental.

‘’Hey? It’s everything okey?’’ He dares to ask

The question completely surprises me, I know people see it, I didn’t even made an effort to hide it , putting and removing makeup in the bruises will just hurt me more and just seem like a lot of work.

‘’Yeah, thanks for asking’’

‘’Okey, I mean if you’re in trouble or something, I can get you some help, it does look painful’’

How the fuck does this guy reads people so well?

‘’Thanks I just, you know… was cooking and the knife accidentally got to my face, I then fall’’

I smile a little just to make the comment more bearable, not for him, but for me.

‘’Yeah, sure… Hey look this is my phone if you ever need something’’ he shows me his contact number on his phone waiting for me to take mine and save it.

Struggling with the groceries I put the stuff on the floor and grab my phone from my jeans pocket. This guy has a friendly and welcoming aura that I like.

‘’Are you in private school? I have never seen you before’’

‘’Is this town really that small? Am I suppose to expect just to see the same faces?’’

He laughs, damn he really is a town cliché.

‘’Something like that, my name’s Ethan by the way, I go to public, are you a rich kid that likes buying at this cheap store?’’

‘’I mean I just save you as the guy who didn’t saw where he was walking and hit me’’.

He gives a small nod and smiles back.

‘’No, actually I just came to live here, my life isn’t that wild’’ I add

‘’Hey did you found everything?’’ Sarah yells from the distance

‘’That’s my cue to go, thanks for asking Ethan’’ I say grabbing the stuff from the floor, and going without waiting for a reply.

Author’s note

Hey! I hope you like this new chapter, please remember this is a Fez story. Not an Ethan, but I need to do some character development. Please be patient for next chapter <3 I promise so much fez!

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valiantly-onward · 3 years

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The Serpentine War Ch. 8

Here’s chapter eight! It’s my finals week, so I’ve been posting a little less. In that vein, good luck to everyone on their finals!

Chapter 8: Home

The journey to Lorin’s hometown took many days, even on dragonback. Ray was getting tired of needing a ride, but Wu had not even begun to explain how to create Elemental dragons. When Ray asked Lei about it, she just laughed. So he sulkily rode behind her throughout the trip.

They were a strange flock of oversized geese, flying in a practiced V formation. Ray couldn’t get a good look at the other dragons, and he had no idea whether Maya was behind or in front of him. He didn’t like not knowing where she was - it made him feel a little disoriented, like he’d lost his sense of direction. Realizing he cared was more worrisome than the worry itself. He didn’t like how reliant he’d become on her simple presence.

The final leg of the journey came to a close on this bright, early morning. Sam Pale, the long-haired Master of Light, tended to get up with the sun, and Lorin saluted that “eagerness” by forcing them all to follow Sam’s example. Ray was quickly learning the hierarchy of the Alliance. Supposedly, they were all equals under Wu’s command, but it was obvious that respect went a long way with these guys. And their small group seemed to respect Lorin - at least, enough to get up early.

Ray was sore from the long days of flying. He didn’t mention this to Lei, but he was relieved when the head of the dragon formation dipped down through the clouds. Ray held onto Lei as they dropped. He threw a shout of joy to the wind as it rushed him toward the ground.

Most of the trip, they’d been flying over high, rocky hills. Now, those hills parted to reveal a village. From above, Ray saw it was bigger than Jamanakai. The houses were spread out amongst small plots of turned-up soil. Ray immediately wondered how they would defend such a place. There was no centralized area, and the low stone buildings didn’t seem to follow any kind of pattern. The only advantage was the hills. They’d be able to see the Serpentine coming for miles.

Of course, that same logic had failed in Jamanakai Village. But that was mostly Ray’s fault.

They landed. Every dragon vanished in a puff of Elemental energy. Villagers began emerging from the closest houses. A few kids shouted in delight and raced toward them. Many adults immediately approached Lorin, who tipped back his silver helmet and shook their hands, speaking in low tones.

Sam Pale lifted a long leg as the kids swerved between him and the Master of Lightning. “Oi, Master of Earth! What are we up to first?”

Didn’t the guy ever rest? They’d just arrived! They needed a break.

Lorin glanced back. “First things first. C’mon, all.”

The eight of them continued further into the village. Maya appeared beside Ray, and though they didn’t speak, Ray was quietly happy she was there. Deep in the village, they found an actual road; it blended so well into the dusty ground, Ray had missed it. Lorin led them to one of the houses near the road - a happy stone building with curved red roofs and no plot of land.

A dark-haired woman stood in the doorway. She started toward them purposefully. Ray thought for a moment she was carrying something beneath her coat, except -

“Alliance, this is my wife, Hanna,” Lorin said proudly. He leaned down, a hand on his wife’s belly. “And our soon-to-be son.”

“Daughter,” Hanna corrected. She kissed Lorin’s scruffy cheek and turned to the rest of them with a smile. “The one who’s right gets to name her.”

“Him.” Lorin nodded to Hanna. “We need to set up defenses and find lodging.”

“Then some of you better come with me,” Hanna replied. “This way.”

She strode around the back side of the house. Ray looked at Lorin. “You’re gonna have a kid?”

Lorin raised his eyebrows in response. “Yes. Is that so surprising?”

“No, just…” Ray paused. “Don’t you - I mean we - lose our powers if we have kids? Aren’t you afraid of that?” Wu had described it to him after Ray asked how Fire could’ve skipped a generation in his family. Upon reaching young adulthood, Masters aged slowly, as long as they had their powers. Children nearly always meant losing those powers, plus the slow aging. Already, a life without powers sounded like a half-life to Ray.

Lorin chuckled. “It has to happen sometime. I just hope the baby comes after all this is over.”

He seemed to deem the conversation ended. He directed Sam Pale and Vivian to go with him to the edge of the town, and the rest of them to follow Hanna.

“I can’t believe he’s not worried,” Ray said as soon as Lorin was out of earshot.

Lei shot him a quizzical look. “You don’t think love is worth it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Then you’re not in the best company. Everyone here has someone.” Lei jabbed a thumb at the blonde woman jogging after Lorin. “Vivian, for example. She got married real spontaneous when Wu called for us. She keeps going on and on about how she might not get a honeymoon if the war doesn’t end soon. If I ever meet Cliff Gordon, I might slap him, just for how many times I’ve had to hear his name.”

This made Ray laugh out loud. Maya strode up next to him, cocking her head at Lei. “What about you?”

Lei scoffed. “Can’t anything be private around here? If we win this war, maybe I’ll talk. If we don’t, it won’t matter, because we’ll all be dead.”

“Comforting,” Ray commented.

They went to find Hanna.

She showed them empty rooms inside the house. There weren’t many, so Maya and Lei would get the extra beds, while Ray and Asher, the Master of Smoke, were relegated the old couch in the main room. Just a hunch, but Ray was certain the couch wouldn’t fit two.

Unsurprisingly, Asher set his sleeping roll on the couch. He was small, colorful man in poofy pants and a fez. He looked a little different from Ray’s brand of Ninjagoan, but not uncommon, especially in Ninjago City.

He looked apologetically at Ray. “I am the smaller man. I don’t believe you would fit comfortably.”

Ray raised his hands in surrender, feeling a little guilty about his self-pity. But he did always have the rottenest luck. “You take it, man. I’m gonna head outside.”

Asher nodded to him. Ray pushed open the back door and found Maya outside. She was leaning against a tumble of boulders, glaring at the horizon.

“The bed’s that bad, huh?” Ray asked.

“It’s fine,” Maya said shortly. “Hanna is sweet.”

“Yeah, she is.” Ray rubbed the shoulder of his chest plate. He felt the grooves of the dragon engraving under his fingers. “Wanna go find Lorin?”

Maya’s gaze seemed far away. “I don’t like how it went down at Jamanakai Village. It wasn’t much of a fight. I even lost to a Venomari.”

“Venomari?”

Maya looked at him. “Yes. The Venomari tribe.”

“Ah, right,” Ray replied seriously. “Those are the blue ones.”

Maya rolled her eyes. “Alright, you need a crash course in Serpentine tribes.” She sat down on the boulder. “Come here.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Ray sat down. Maya leaned over in the dirt and began drawing methodically. She was really good, actually. Just by watching, Ray saw that her hand knew all the right places to put the strokes.

After she finished with a rough image of five different snakes, she sat up.

“Looks good,” Ray noted.

Maya glanced at him, like she didn’t know quite how to respond. “Thanks. Now, look. This one is called a Hypnobrai. Those are the blue ones. Don’t look them in the eye or they’ll hypnotize you.”

“Okay.”

Maya tapped the second image with a stick, the two-headed snake. “Fangpyre. Red. Their venom changes people into Serpentine.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. The big black ones, Constrictai. Strong, can choke you to death. And Venomari. If they bite you, the venom is deadly, but usually they’ll just spray your eyes and make you hallucinate.”

Ray pulled one knee up to his chest. “So the moral here is to stay away from snakes. Why did I agree to go to war again?”

A smile reached across Maya’s face. So small. Ray’s chest exploded with uproarious victory.

He offered a hand to her and she took it, pulling herself up. “And the Anacondrai?” he asked.

“The power of invisibility” Maya held his gaze for a long moment before releasing his hand. “The most dangerous tribe of them all.”

Ray nodded. “All the more reason to train, right?”

“Now,” Maya said. “You’re learning.”

~~~

The days spun into weeks. For the first time, Ray felt like he was really part of the Alliance. It helped that his powers seemed to obey him better each day. He now knew what to look for inside himself, the feeling that guided each spurt of power.

Every day, after their sentry duty in the hills, Ray and Maya would go to the boulders to train together. This, if nothing else, felt familiar, grounding. Sometimes, if Lorin wasn’t busy, he would come to watch and offer pointers.

Ray liked Lorin. The guy treated both him and Maya with respect, and he seemed like a steady, dependable guy. Ray admired that.

The Master of Light, on the other hand, was a little less steady. Sam Pale’s untidy habit of manipulating light to turn himself invisible was funny until Ray was on the receiving end of the joke.

That left the Masters of Lightning and Smoke, neither of whom Ray knew what to make of. Vivian was loudly annoying and Asher was quietly annoying, so it was a back-and-forth. Maya seemed to get along fine with both, which Ray didn’t understand.

On the third week, Ray left Hanna’s house in the afternoon and met up with Maya and Vivian at the base of the hills.

Here, a few lonely trees clustered close together, shaking in the breeze. Vivian smiled up at a branch where a bluejay had perched. It whistled and she whistled back.

“Oh,” she sighed. “I love bluejays. They’re such smart, handsome little things.”

Neither of them replied, because this was Vivian, and she cared very little if anyone replied so long as she knew they were listening. She was a willowy woman with long, curly blonde hair. Vivian had mass. Not in the physical sense; she just seemed to take up a lot of space. A balance between dreamy and so very present, she was contradictory in a way that made Ray’s head hurt.

“Okay,” Ray said. The trees were designated as the split spot, and they would go each to a different section of the hills. Get the high ground and keep watch. “See you guys in a few hours.”

They split: Vivian sauntering like the lovable fool she was, Maya in ninja-mode like the Master-Wu-student she was, and Ray walking, like a normal person. Red didn’t help him stay concealed in the rocks, but it was better than the blues the ladies wore.

Ray kept his sword sheathed - he’d learned that lesson, it was far too easy to get distracted even in simple exercises. He would watch. He would wait for the attack, surely coming any day now.

All reports from the Echo Canyons said the Serpentine had posted themselves in Jamanakai and seemed to be staying there. That made everyone, including Ray, feel uncomfortable. If the Jamanakai snakes weren’t moving, that meant they were confident the remainder of the Anacondrai would pass the Mountain of A Million Steps.

Ray skimmed the hills for an hour or more, then took a post near the top. He sat down against a rock where he could easily see the surrounding horizon - the Mountain of A Million Steps rising in the distance, the sun glaring off the opposing hillsides, the ocean of rocky terrain that separated this green village from the Sea of Sand.

He heard something.

Ray jumped up immediately, staying low against the rock. Behind it, hissing hurried past, like leaves against a sidewalk. It took Ray a moment to separate the sound into voices.

“...this way.”

He peered around the rock. There was a flash of red, then a softer green. Fangpyre. Venomari. Serpentine.

Two of them. Both had legs instead of tails, but they were still quick, small. The Fangpyre had just one flat head, swirling white across its scales.

They hadn’t seen him yet. They seemed to be heading toward the ridge above the town. Ray kept himself hidden behind the boulders and followed them.

When they got to the ridge, the two snakes laid flat on their scaly bellies, stretching long necks above the rocks. The whole village strung out below them. And to the north, a dagger-split in the rocky hills. The pass the Serpentine needed.

The Venomari ducked back down. “Andulus, I can’t see any Masters.”

“They’re there,” the Fangpyre replied. “Quiet.”

Unbidden, the Fanpyre suddenly jerked its head back. Fortunately, Ray was able to pull himself behind his boulder in time. Three counts of silence. When he peered back around, the snakes were surveying the village again.

“I’m tired of this,” the Venomari said. “It’s not worth it to attack such a small village.”

“We’ll be ruling them all soon enough, Lysss.”

“Yes.” The Venomari’s small crown flared. “But I thought this was about warning the humans, not ruling them.”

The Fanpyre stretched his neck a little. “If they will not listen, we must ensure they don’t bring destruction upon themselves.”

“Why do we care?” the Venomari hissed. “The humans can destroy themselves if they want.”

“Don’t let General Acidicus hear you talking like that.”

“What about your general? Kandoras? He could put a stop to this.”

The Fangpyre snorted, though it sounded more like a muffled hiss. “He will not undermine Arcturus. Now, hush this traitorous talk.”

The Venomari fell silent. Ray laid a hand on his katana hilt. These creatures were armed, but only with small knives, and they were small themselves. After facing the Anacondrai, this would be a piece of cake.

He waited for them to start talking again, for distraction, but they didn’t. Ray got tired of waiting.

He attacked.

The Serpentine rolled away from each other. The Fangpyre was on his feet, whipping out his knife. Ray disarmed him in a moment with one well-placed strike. His blade hovered near the Fangpyre’s long red neck. Then he looked at the Venomari on his other side.

“See, this is what I’m talking about!” the Venomari said, gesturing to Ray. He hadn’t even drawn his knife. “No respect.”

“Are you scouts?” Ray asked.

The Fangpyre sneered in response.

Ray decided not to press it. “You’re coming with me down to the village. The Masters will love to meet you.”

“You presume to take us prisoner?” the Fangpyre snapped, though his slitted pupils darted warily to the blade. “A measly human with a sword?”

Ray raised his hand. It took a few seconds, but his fingers burst into flames. The Venomari, who’d finally started going for his knife, scrambled back.

Ray smiled at the Fangpyre in the firelight. “Let’s get moving.”

~~~

Striding back into a village with two prisoner Serpentine was a good way to get people to hate you.

The villagers wanted nothing to do with the snakes. It took a lot of convincing for one of Lorin’s villager friends to let them lock the Serpentine in his basement. Even then, everyone gave the house a wide berth, and the owner of the house constantly glared daggers at Ray.

Ray meant to return to the hills for duty with Vivian and Maya, but Lorin kept him. They stood in front of the house. Lorin scratched his black beard thoughtfully.

“I don’t like this,” he grumbled.

“They can’t report back now,” Ray reminded him. “No intelligence. That’s good, right?”

“I suppose. But this means they’re scouting out this area. They will come through here. Perhaps in the next few days. Did you hear them say anything?”

“I -” Ray cut off when he saw Maya approaching. Their shift must’ve ended already.

She got to them, wide-eyed. “I heard you caught Serpentine.”

Ray jerked his head toward the big house. “They’re in there.”

“Are they scouts?”

“We think so.” Ray looked at Lorin. “Although one of them…”

Ray tried to recall exactly what the Serpentine had said. It seemed like the Venomari was against attacking the village. But that couldn’t be right.

“The Fangpyre didn’t like what the Venomari was saying,” he remembered. “He sounded like he was going against their generals, talking about how he didn’t want to fight. And - destruction? They said we’re going to destroy ourselves.”

Lorin’s brow deepened. Maya, on the other hand, caught her breath. “He said he didn’t want to fight?”

“Uh, I think so. But -”

“Ray, do you know what this means?”

“What?” he asked.

She shoved his shoulder. “The Serpentine are willing to compromise! They might negotiate with us!”

“Negotiate?” Ray threw a hand to the air. “We watched them nearly destroy an entire village, and you want to negotiate with them? They’re monsters!”

“They’re people,” Maya retorted. “Some of them don’t want to fight.” She paused to watch him, and added, “You’re just scared.”

“I’m not -” Ray stopped himself. Turned away, his hands linked behind his head. Turned back. “You’re right. Okay? I am scared. Is that such a bad thing?”

Maya didn’t reply for a moment. Her eyes were dark. “No,” she said at last. “But it doesn’t change what we have to do.”

At this, Lorin looked up. He frowned at Maya. “What would that be?”

“It’s obvious.” She stepped back to address them both. “We have to convince Master Wu to go to the Serpentine Generals and negotiate for peace.”

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#the serpentine war #ninjago #ninjago fic

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fezco x reader; gsw

request: okay so hear me out! fez and reader(who’s rue’s cousin and a nurse) use to date in high school and they break up (you can make up the reason why cause idk) and the reader is moving back to town with leslie (rue’s mom). then one day rue is hanging out at fez’s house where something’swrong between him and mouse and mouse shoots fez but he didn’t wanna go to the hospital so rue calls her cousin( the reader) to help and when she/he gets there they realize that they still have feelings for each other

notes: hope this is what you wanted!!!

“Hey Rue. What’s up?”

“Y/N, come to Fez’s house right now please?”

“Why? If this is another excuse to get us together-”

“I swear it’s not! Please, hurry! And bring whatever you need to treat a bullet wound!”

“To- what the hell? Rue?!”

The line went dead. You quickly managed to put everything you needed in a bag and rushed to the car. Your breath had quickened and your palms were sweating. You knew you were in no condition to drive but it’s not like you had a choice. You assumed it was Fez who was hurt, it wouldn’t have been Rue on the phone if it was her. Jesus, why couldn’t they have normal problems like any other teenagers?! She should be dealing with a failed exam, not with a bullet wound.

You grabbed the bag and got off the car. Rue must have seen you coming because she opened the door before you even got there.

“He’s in the sofa.” If there was one thing you would have never wanted to happen, was your high school sweetheart lying semi-unconsciously with a bullet wound on his shoulder, being taken care by 13-year-old kid and your little cousin. But alas, here you were.

“Fez, can you here me?” He moaned. Okay, he was awake. Good.

“What should we do?” Ashtray, who was holding what seemed like a very expensive t-shirt against the wound was looking at you worriedly.

“Oh, I don’t know. Taking him to the hospital, maybe?!”

“No.” Fez answered, eyes still closed. “They would ask.”

You sighed. “You really should go to the hospital. I don’t know what’s the internal damage. What if the bullet has hit an artery, or if it has broken and it’s travelled-”

“No hospitals.” He struggled to open his eyes. You were having a hard time holding back your tears. “I trust you.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

“So, what do we do?” Rue was looking at you anxiously. “Are we going to remove the bullet?”

“We? You two stay back for now and let me work. First, I will clean the wound. We’ll see from then.” You took a deep breath. This was definitely not your area of expertise, but you weren’t about to let Fezco die.

After thirty minutes of work —clean the wound, remove the bullet, close the wound— there was nothing more you could do. You had forced both Ash and Rue to leave (making sure neither of them had signs of shock). And now you were left alone with Fez.

“So,” He cleared his throat. “I’m making it?”

You looked at him, lying in that sofa, covered in blankets, eyes hardly open. You were trying to be positive, but this was one of the worst things you have had to face. There’s a reason why doctors aren’t allowed to treat relatives and loved ones. Oh, did you just say that word?

“I think so, yeah. It looks like it.”

“You don’t look too happy about it.” He looked at you with a grimace.

“Of course I’m not happy. Do you even know how dangerous a bullet wound is? Only one in five survive, that with appropriate medical attention. I’ve never been more scared in my life.”

He was looking at you in a weird way, a soft smile on his lips. “C’mere.” You sat on the floor next to the sofa. You moved your hand to his forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever. “I didn’t know you cared that much.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be stupid, you know I do. I’ve always cared.” Your hand moved to his head without noticing and started caressing his hair. He sighed contentedly. You stayed quiet for a few minutes. You looking at him, while he kept his eyes closed.

“Remember when we first hooked up?” He opened his eyes, looking at you with a spark of mischief.

“Of course I do. On Halloween. Very romantic.”

“Man, you looked hot in that nurse costume.”

“Where the hell are we going?”

“To buy weed. Now shut up!”

Your friend was dragging you around the house of some dude you didn’t know. “I’m not gonna smoke. Do you now how bad is that for your health? It affects your brain, liver lungs-”

“Please, Y/N, you don’t need to smoke, just come with me.” You sighed, but followed her to wherever she was taking you. You stopped in front of a cute guy with freckles and blue eyes. While your friend bought the weed you looked around nervously, but nobody seemed to be looking at you.

“Who’s your nervous friend?”

“Ah, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Fez. If you let her talk too much, she’ll give you a full list of the reasons why drugs are the worst.” Your friend rolled her eyes, but the guy only laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind that. Maybe she can keep me company for a while.” You friend’s eyes widened comically. You would have laughed if you weren’t sure your face looked exactly that ridiculous.

“Sure! I’ll leave you to it.” She left you alone with the cute guy without giving you time to protest.

“So, you don’t do drugs?”

“No.”

“Never?”

You shook your head.

“That’s cool. Then I know you won’t be stealing my weed.”

“No. That won’t be a problem.”

You stayed silent for a while until he talked again. “So, all this anti-drugs shit and dressed up as a nurse. You wanna be a doctor?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I hope so.”

His eyes travelled from your cleavage to the black heels and back to your eyes. “Maybe you can help me with these pains I’ve been having...”

It was a pathetic pick up line. Still, 30 minutes later, you found yourself legs wide open while Fez pounded on you on some random bathroom you both had stumbled upon. You thought it was a nice hook up with a cute guy, but you woke up with a text from him the next day:

hey, im fez

the dude from last night (idk how much u drank so just in case)

want to hang out today?

wearing the nurse costume again would be a nice touch

“You don’t happen to keep that costume, right? For old time’s sake.”

“If we have sex now, the wound will re-open and you’ll die. So, no.” He had his playful smile back, and aside from being relieved about him feeling better, it also made you feel certain things.

“Well, when I’m feeling better...”

“Fez, we are not having this conversation right now.”

“C’mon, Y/N. Why not? We ain’t kids no more. You like me and I like you. What’s the problem?”

“Do you really want to have this conversation now?” He should be sleeping, but he nodded, and you knew there was no way to convince him otherwise. “You were the one who broke up with me, Fez.”

“What was I supposed to do? You left town. I thought you were never gonna come back.”

You laughed. “Always so dramatic. Of course I was gonna come back when I finished college. I wanted to be with you. I always made that clear.” You looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “So, what now?”

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

He looked unsure, as if you hadn’t just told him you’ve been pathetically in love with him since forever. “Sure. When you’re not on the verge of death.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna sleep now.” He closed his eyes and moved around trying to find a comfortable position in the couch. “Meanwhile you can go look for that nurse costume, you know? It’d really help my recovery.”

“Sleep. Now.” With one last laugh he turned around and his breathing started to even up. You fell asleep on the floor next to him, with a smile on your lips, thinking of your upcoming date.

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All Our Yesterdays [ch.1]

Fandom: That ‘70s Show Pairing(s): Jackie/Hyde, Buddy/Fez, Donna/Eric Rating: M Disclaimer: This story will utilize characters and situations that are the copyright of The Carsey-Werner Company, LLC and Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, LLC . tomaday is in no way associated with the creator or producers of That '70s Show and no copyright infringement is intended. Obviously this is a fanfic meant solely for the entertainment of the fanfic author and (hopefully) it’s readers. Summary: After the events of "Street Fighting Man", Jackie and Hyde wish more than anything that things had happened differently.The next morning, they wake up in the past, on the morning of Vanstock where Jackie promptly makes one dream come true. They are not together—but, soon enough, one change snowballs into another... Day’s Notes: the notes for this fic are too large for for a tumblr post. they can be found in the links for FanFic and AO3. I hope you enjoy :) FF | AO3

chapter one: a sharp left in a different direction

Something was off. Completely and totally off.

Usually after a night of crying Jackie woke up with a headache. She couldn’t complain that she woke up nice and breezy, body relaxed as if nothing had ever happened. As if she didn’t cry more tears over a boy that called their future “crap.”

The sooner the pain hurt less, the easier everything would be. The easier it would be to compartmentalize her feelings for Steven Hyde and put them in a box inside of herself to be hidden just like her “Steven Box” was hidden in her closet.

Stretching her arms up over her head, Jackie froze and stared at her bare arm. Last night she had put on her favorite comfy flannel pajamas, the perfect set for when she wanted to feel warm and safe. Certain outfits were just as practical as they were cute.

But she hadn’t woken up wearing her cute flannel pajamas that were perfect for winter nights.

Why am I in my nightgown? Jackie sat up and examined her torso. Wait! Where are my—?

Jackie screamed in frustration as she clutched at her breasts—or the lack of them. She was small with slight curves, but they were perfect! Perfectly shaped and round not these small barely formed lumps she hadn’t had since she was fifteen.

For the second time since she woke up she froze. Taking a deep breath she turned to slide out of bed and put on her fuzzy slippers. She stared at her feet, eyeing the old slippers she used when she was a sophomore before they had to be replaced.

“What the hell is going on?” Jackie huffed as she examined her nightstand. Why would she have a photograph of Michael Kelso by her bed? Just last night she had gone to bed with a couple shot of her and Steven face down as it had been since she had broken up with him weeks prior.

She clutched at her hair, tightening her fingers around the curly locks. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her breaths but it didn’t feel like she was taking in any oxygen. The pull on her roots hurt too much for her to still be sleeping. Squeezing her eyes shut, she mouthed a prayer to herself. She would open her eyes and everything would be back in its rightful place. It just had to be so.

Opening her eyes to the sight of her old purple suitcase with its matching traveling makeup case sitting by her bedroom door, Jackie screamed again.

She hadn’t seen that case since her sophomore year. The luggage set she used now was decidedly more adult—a lovely shade of carmine that was just right for her eighteen year old self.

I swear to God if my wardrobe isn’t up to date, heads are going to roll.

Jackie stomped to her closet and pushed through all of the cute clothes hanging in the proper color and seasonal order it was supposed to be in. The only problem was that most of her clothes, while super cute, were out of season for 1979. Most of them were trendy back in 1976 when she had first bought them.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Jackie clutched her elbows and slid down her closet door. She didn’t even want to check the rest of her room. She didn’t need to look at her records to find out that the ones given to her by Steven were gone. She was sure if she dug through her closet she wouldn’t find a shoe box decorated and dedicated to hiding all of his notes and the ticket stubs from their dates and other keepsakes.

Lightly knocking her head back against her closet door repeatedly, Jackie let out an expletive worthy of Red Forman.

What was she going to do?

. .

The first person Jackie wanted to see was Steven. It angered her a little that no matter what he was the one her body, her mind, her soul would seek out. Just yesterday she had been crying her eyes out behind a pillar in public over him and yet now she was ready to run right to him.

Fate had it that the first person she did end up seeing was Fez of all people. As good of a friend as he was, she wasn’t as close to him as she was to Steven or Donna. He wouldn’t have been her first choice for comfort in a situation like this. Maybe if her hot rollers weren’t working properly, but not for finding out that she had slipped into some sort of crazy time rift and was now back in her fifteen year old body.

Great. And now she was sounding like dorky Eric, letting herself think about stuff like time travel.

Fez had come to walk with her to the Forman residence and to tote her luggage. Luckily for her, Fez wasn’t observant enough to recognize that her brain fog had anything to do with the fact that she wasn’t the Jackie he knew.

As if he would even know a thing about time travel or recognize it in a person.

He had fumbled through his explanation for why he was at her door, reminding her that she had called him the night before to help carry her stuff because she couldn’t have Michael picking her up or it would ruin her surprise.

Ugh. Jackie wrinkled her nose in disgust. Why couldn’t I have been sent to a time before I ever let Michael sleep with me?

Vanstock. Her first experience attending wouldn’t have been so awful had it not turned out that whorey Laurie had been sleeping with her first boyfriend while she had been dating him. It had tainted the memory of her good time.

Jackie had thought that the two of them could be really good friends considering they liked all of the same things. It was almost like having the missing half of what she wished Donna was like. All of the girly attributes that Donna just didn’t understand why they were so important.

The gang had all gone again the previous year in her original timeline and that was much better. But then again, she had spent the weekend with Steven and they had snuggled in his double sleeping bag. She had almost forgotten that they were sleeping on the ground.

Almost.

And with the reminder of Steven and their time together came the deep ache in her chest that was always present since she had broken up with him after the LOPP’s Christmas party. God, she missed him—missed them.

That was the one positive of the time travel. Yes it hurt, but her feelings for Steven were still there with her and her thoughts were her own despite being back in her underdeveloped fifteen year old body.

She wasn’t going to get over that. Applying her makeup on that morning had been frustrating each time she had to look at her rounder cheeks, still full of baby fat.

It’s a good thing I’m super cute no matter how old. Jackie turned her nose up at her own wandering thoughts. It was hard to focus on what was important when she couldn’t find the source of her problem.

At the moment all she could do was compartmentalize everything and create some order by what was a priority and by what she could actually fix within her own power.

Just because she was her fifteen year old self, it didn’t mean she had to live her fifteen year old self’s life. She was Jackie Burkhart and she got what she wanted when she wanted. And what she wanted was to not be that girl she was when she was sixteen.

It was a few weeks too soon but there was one matter she could take into her own hands right that moment. She just wished she had made her decision before Fez had carried her stuff all the way to the Formans’ house. Now she was going to be stuck taking it all back herself.

Going to Vanstock had seemed like a good idea when she had been faced with choosing between being with her friends or alone with her thoughts in an empty house. The housekeeper had been given the weekend off when her fifteen year old self had made the decision to surprise Michael with her attendance on the group’s road trip and she wasn’t in the right state of mind to be by herself.

“Jackie!” Donna was the first person to greet her when she walked up the Forman’s driveway. Her hair was totally flat and that god awful red but her cheeks still bloomed like she had a sunburn when she was flustered.

Jackie had to resist wrapping her arms around her best friend. She wanted nothing more than a hug and for someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay but this wasn’t the moment, especially when she knew what was making Donna so nervous.

She barely registered the mentions of mud and Canadians. Jackie’s gaze drifted from Donna to her future ex-boyfriend who stood in the back in his worn out denim jacket. She had to remind herself that this was Hyde not Steven. That while he was complicit in letting her heart get broken, this wasn’t the man that owed her any loyalty. It was just the boy that got his kicks where he could and didn’t recognize that what he was doing was terrible.

This was also the boy that would get his heart broken again in a few months and Jackie bit her lower lip to keep from shouting about everything she knew. This Steven Hyde wasn’t hers to protect like when he first met his real father.

And if she shared those secrets there were worse things that could happen to her than waking up almost a full bra cup size and a half smaller.

“Where’s Michael?” Jackie asked before anyone else could fumble some sort of weak reason as to why she shouldn’t go with them to Vanstock. Any moment now Steven was going to try to convince her that it was a fantastic idea regardless of the fact that Michael was bringing along the girl he was having an affair with.

“Jackie.” Steven stared her down, expression more solemn than she recalled him looking at sixteen. Last time when they stood in this driveway, he had been gleeful, downright giddy. “I need to talk to you about something.”

She wasn’t ready for this, whatever this was. His hair was longer and blonder, he wasn’t as muscular, but his voice was still the same deep timbre she loved and even though it should have been easy to separate this Steven from her Steven, she couldn’t do it. Jackie was convinced one look, one direct look, into her eyes and he would know everything.

Steven Hyde of 1976 would know she loved him.

“Can it wait?” Jackie’s gaze shifted anywhere but his face. “I really need to talk to Michael before you guys go.”

“Wait,” Eric looked back and forth between his best friend and her, “you’re not coming with us then? And why do you need to talk to Jackie?”

Jackie really didn’t need this right now. Eric Forman could hate her some other time but he wasn’t going to be wasting her time with his questions. “Makes no sense why I would be going.” Jackie crossed her arms across her chest protectively. “Doubt he’d let me come along after I dump him.”

“What?” Came everyone’s shocked response. . . Hyde leaned his head back and closed his eyes, propping his feet on the spool table. They should have been on the road over an hour ago. He should have been roaming the grounds and meeting up with his friends from Kenosha, dropping acid or smoking a joint in between the different musical acts performing.

The last time he had been there in 1976, that was exactly what he had done as well as hooking up with any willing hot chick. The desire for acid or a girl had significantly dropped since then, both for different reasons.

Opening his eyes, Hyde watched the smoke float in lazy circles up towards the ceiling. The swirls had his focus more than the conversation currently being had in the basement.

“You were just frenching Laurie not even ten minutes before she broke up with you, dillhole!” Donna huffed, passing the joint on to Forman.

That comment had Hyde peering at Donna from the corner of his eye. When she had discovered that Kelso had been cheating on Jackie back in his own 1976, she hadn’t warned Jackie at all. She still hadn’t warned her this time around, only weakly attempted to get her to change her mind about going on the trip. Not that Jackie needed to change her mind. She had shown up and broke up with Kelso in the simplest most blunt way possible.

“I don’t love you and you’re a cheating bastard. Have fun at Vanstock.” And then she just skipped away.

The divergence in the timeline was going to be interesting.

Waking up had been a trip. Hyde had woken up thinking he had been tripping. It had been so long since he kept his hair long enough to be as blonde as it was and he felt lighter than usual━his limbs no longer carrying the extra weight of the muscles he had developed over the past couple of years.

Time travel. It was a subject that only Forman out of everyone he could possibly have a serious discussion with. Kelso at this stage wouldn’t even try to jump into the conversation unless it was about a time machine that could take him back in time before Jackie broke up with him.

“Shouldn’t we be glad that we’re finally free?” Forman shrugged his shoulders passing him the joint. Hyde didn’t honor him with a response, only taking a long drag before skipping right over Kelso to Fez.

Kelso didn’t even notice that he had been skipped in the circle. His head hung low and his eyes were glazed over with unshed tears. Hyde cared for them just as much as he did the first time Jackie had broken up with Kelso━not at all.

Tears from his friend over a girl that he himself loved meant nothing.

Kelso crying over Jackie was a joke. It was a joke back when all she was was the bitchy anchor around Kelso’s neck. It was a joke when he got caught cheating with Laurie.

“We were in love,” Kelso choked out, voice thick and watery from crying.

“Kelso.” Hyde snapped his fingers in front of Kelso’s face and tried to capture his attention. “No you weren’t. You were cheating on her with the Earth Mother Whore.”

Kelso blinked at him and swallowed hard. “Doesn’t mean I don’t love Jackie.”

Rolling his eyes, Hyde took the joint back from Donna and took the last drag from the remaining stub. He coughed as the burnt smoke hit his lungs and pinched the dying ember on the paper between his index finger and thumb. The high from the marijuana wasn’t enough for Hyde to tolerate listening to Kelso talk about being in love with his chick.

Ex chick. Future ex chick.

Time travel was such a fucked concept. It was one thing to hide a hurt that he had reasons for having, but the hurt he felt wasn’t for the Jackie of 1976 but the Jackie of 1979. He was hiding a deep ache in his chest that was caused by a girl that had probably been crying over his moron friend the night before, not him.

Miles away there was a shrill, loud, bitchy cheerleader who was probably stuffing all of her Kelso paraphernalia into a box right at that moment and it was killing him that he couldn’t have her. And because of this time travel bullshit she didn’t even know that she had ever been his and he had been hers.

“I can’t believe we’re missing Vanstock all because of Jackie,” Forman scoffed. “Leave it to her to ruin everything.”

“Forman,” Hyde turned to him in disgust, “really? Are you forgetting certain important details?”

“I still can’t believe you all knew!” Donna slapped her hands on the spool table. She glared at them all and then stood up from her seat. “I’m going to go see Jackie.”

“Wait!” Fez called after her. “I’ll go with you!”

Hyde reached over and pulled Fez by the back of his shirt, forcing him back on the mushroom ottoman. “Sit down!” Like hell was he going to let an infatuated Fez try and take advantage of the situation again.

Fez wrinkled his nose and gave him a disgruntled look before shrugging it off. “So what happened with Laurie?”

Hyde rolled his eyes yet again. Right after Jackie had confronted Kelso, Laurie had taken off when it was obvious they weren’t going anywhere. She had looked downright gleeful when they all had dragged their stuff back inside, looking miserable. She took one look at a sad Kelso and shrugged it off. No one knew where she went after everything went down, but Laurie made herself scarce as soon as it was clear that no one was going anywhere.

Kelso was a dumbass, but the consequences for his actions lead to Hyde finding out that there was more to Jackie than they all originally thought. There was just one very important difference in this timeline.

Jackie wasn’t heartbroken over her split with Kelso. In 1976, Jackie had told Kelso it was over, tears thickening her voice, and then threw herself at Hyde for comfort. This time, Jackie tossed out the break up statement casually with the same attitude she would give a shoe department employee her size on whatever clogs took her fancy and then went on her merry way.

Hyde didn’t know what to make of that. As annoyed as he had been when he was last sixteen years old, Kelso and Jackie’s first real break up was the catalyst to his and Jackie’s relationship changing.

This was his punishment at last from the government. Kelso threatened the president and once they all were lulled into a false sense of security, Hyde was shifted to a different time and was forced to relive his teen years in a simulation that altered the events of his life out of his favor.

Out of his favor? Shouldn’t this be what he wanted? Hyde was back in a time that he and Jackie could just hang out without any of the complications of dating.

But life was a bitch because that’s not how it worked.

His body was closer to seventeen than twenty but his memories were still there. He could still remember the way Jackie felt under his fingertips, how she breathed into him when he laid kisses onto her inviting mouth...and how she looked with eyes full of tears from a broken heart.

Couldn’t rat out a friend? Hyde inwardly scoffed. Maybe his sixteen year old self had a point, but nineteen year old him had more loyalty to the tiny loud girl than his doofus friend.

Government simulation or not, he wasn’t going to let Jackie go through all of that bullshit again. Hyde had planned on warning Jackie before she surprised him and took things into her own hands.

“You could have just—and I’ll say this yet again,” Forman flattened his palms together and pressed his fingers to his mouth before shouting, “not make out with my sister!”

“No,” Kelso’s expression became serious as he turned his attention towards Eric, “I couldn’t, Eric.”

“You know what?” Eric threw his hands up and flailed them in exasperation. “I don’t even care anymore that you ruined Vanstock. What am I going to tell Donna? She’s going to ask me if I knew the whole time.”

Hyde rolled his eyes behind his aviators. He already knew how that turned out last time when Donna had stormed off, upset. “As entertaining as it would be to see you fuck this up further, Forman—just tell her the truth.”

“How is that not going to screw me over?” Forman gestured wildly again. “She’s going to know that I’ve been keeping this from her.”

“Because if you lie it will end up biting you in the ass later.”

“Hyde is right, Eric.” Fez nodded in agreement. “Just take a look at Kelso. It’s biting him in the ass right now.”

“And you already lied earlier when you tried to get me to cover for you about Don Juan El Tardo and The Village Whore.”

“No!” Kelso jabbed his finger at Hyde’s direction and then Forman’s. “Eric, you can’t tell Donna. She’ll tell Jackie how long it’s been going on and then I won’t be able to get her back.”

The other three boys stared at Kelso like he had grown a second head. Fez was the first one to fling something at him, tossing as many magazines and comic books he could reach. Forman was irritated by the events of the day and needed an outlet. Hyde already knew how Kelso was, wasn’t surprised by his statement but it didn’t stop from irritating him and the anger boiled deep in his gut.

“I’m out of here.”

He was done with this crap for the day. It finally hit where the punishment was. Hyde was going to have to witness Kelso jerking Jackie around all over again━only this time, he was going to have to pay the price for feeling more than he wanted to for her.

This crap ain’t happening again. He slammed the door shut for his bedroom and flopped on his cot. This is why he didn’t do love. Fuck the U.S. government. . . In a way, Jackie was grateful for the place in time she had been sent back to. She wouldn’t have to deal with anymore of Michael’s crap and she had less stuff of his to throw away.

“He really gave you a slinky for an anniversary?” Donna sat cross legged on Jackie’s bed, tossing it back and forth between her hands. “Kind of makes me appreciate Eric more.”

“Yeah, Michael’s a moron.” Jackie slipped the photo of Michael out from the frame on her bed and wrinkled her nose in thought. “You think Fez would want this?”

Donna’s face scrunched up in confusion and she shrugged. Jackie shrugged back and tossed it into the trash can by her desk. She wasn’t exactly sure when Fez became a little obsessed with her ex-boyfriend, but maybe this was before then if Donna didn’t understand the question.

“I’m really sorry about the Laurie thing,” Donna apologized for the second time since she had arrived at the Burkhart mansion. “I just found out before you showed up and was asking Eric about it.”

Jackie kept her gaze on the box of stuff she had collected from her year of dating Michael. She bit her lip to keep from smiling or making a comment, but she couldn’t help the warmth that spread in her chest.

Despite her friendship with the Donna of 1979, it sometimes felt like Donna sided with the boys over Jackie most of the time when they were younger. They had their moments though and Donna was like a less attractive, goofy older sister. It felt kind of nice to have her right now even if they weren’t as close as they would be some day.

“I wanted to tell you but once I saw you I blanked out a bit because...well,” Donna shrugged, hiking her shoulders up to her ears, “you’re kind of my friend and I didn’t want you to get hurt and for me to be the messenger that caused it.”

“Well, I deserved to know.” Jackie finally turned her gaze back to Donna and smiled slyly. “But you could always do something for me to make me feel better.”

Donna rolled her eyes in exasperation but she playfully shoved at Jackie’s shoulder. “Alright midget, what are you scheming at? And no, I’m not dumping Eric in solidarity or throwing out my clothes.”

“As great as those two options would totally be, that’s actually not what I was going to ask.”

Donna sat up straighter, her curiosity obvious. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but nodded for Jackie to continue.

“I really meant what I said about not loving Michael and—“

“Jackie, you just told him you loved him three days ago.”

“Shh! Let me talk you big goon,” Jackie snapped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. “Ignore that, that was the past and I’ve learned some stuff about myself, okay?”

“Okay. So what about not loving Kelso?”

“I don’t want him to bother me. I know he’s your friend and he’s been your friend longer than I have but can you be on my side about this? I really am over Michael Kelso and never want to be with him again.”

Donna stared impassively at her for a moment before nodding in understanding. “I’m guessing this means you’re asking me to run interference in case he tries to get you back like he did after the Pam Macy incident...incidents?”

Jackie nodded enthusiastically. “That’s exactly it. Look,” Jackie turned her whole body and sat cross legged on her bed, “Michael isn’t just cheating on me with Laurie but also some tramp from Sacred Heart and really that’s just what I know about.”

In reality, Jackie knew a lot more now thanks to Steven tricking Michael to reveal everything he had ever hidden from her.

“I know he’s a cheater but you don’t seem as upset as I expected you to be.” Donna raised a brow in confusion. “Like you sound a little angry but mostly resigned. I expected waterworks. Didn’t think you could get over stuff like this unless you found someone else.” Donna slapped her hands on the bed on either side of her hips. “Oh my god, Jackie! You already like someone else!”

“No,” Jackie lied, shaking her head and dragging out the vowel in the negation. Damn Donna always nailing it right on the head. 1976 Jackie didn’t love Steven and it would be weird if she suddenly had feelings for him. “I just realized that what hurts is my pride, not my heart. So, I don’t really love Michael.”

As much as the cheating hurt back in 1976, Jackie had recently felt pain that made the Michael cheating stuff feel like a mosquito bite in comparison.

She didn’t know when the timeline would spit her back to where she belonged, but the one thing she did know was that she wasn’t going to be spending her time in the past letting a boy she didn’t love touch her. And Jackie of 1976 might not know it yet, but she deserved better than to be with that doofus.

She found better. And she lost better.

Jackie blinked her eyes but the tears welling up in her eyes threatened to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t be sad about that. Steven wasn’t her boyfriend in 1979 and he wasn’t her boyfriend in 1976. It didn’t matter how much she wanted him to be. 1979 Steven didn’t see a future with her and 1976 Steven didn’t see her at all—at least not as anything other than an annoyance.

Her parents were never around, she just broke up with the cheating boyfriend she didn’t even want, Steven wasn’t her friend yet, dorky Eric wasn’t really an option, and Fez was way too into her to be a real friend. The only thing she really had was her tentative friendship with Donna.

How did Donna end up being her lifeline?

“Could we still hang out?” Jackie sniffed. “I know I’m not with Michael anymore and well I’m not really part of the group…but I think of you as my friend too. My best friend. Despite the fact that you’re a lumberjack and all.”

Jackie was about to tell Donna that her eyes would get stuck if she kept rolling her eyes but was cut off by the feel of a slightly calloused hand taking hers into its grip. Donna offered her a small smile and nodded.

“Of course, midget.”

1976 and going into 1977 was going to be a rough school year for Donna. Donna invited her to live with her when she didn’t have a home and would in the future of this timeline. The least Jackie could do is save her lumberjack heart some heartbreak. Especially ones she may have had a hand in—there would be no Casey Kelso this time around.

Squeezing Donna’s hand, Jackie smiled to herself. It was only a day and she already had more than 1976 Jackie had. She had no idea why she was there or how but she did know one thing:

She needed to make a list.

#zenmasters #t7s #that 70s show #jackie and hyde

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