#fez x black!reader

[marleyybluu]

Better Than Him

Fez x black!fem!reader

Wc: 1k

Sum: Fez is tired of being pushed to the side.

Warnings: Smut with little plot, creampie, unprotected sex (but don't be fkn stupid irl lol), cheating, swearing... I hope I'm not missing any.

sorry for any misspellings this is old and unedited.

Fez watched in amazement at her body movements, her breasts dangling in his face like a treat, he stretched out his tongue licking under her brown areola, she giggled rotating her hips and moving them up and down. She felt so warm wrapped around his shaft, wet and cozy. "Mmm, I love this dick." She moaned egging him on. His hands came down on her backside harshly causing her to hiss in pleasure. Fez dug his fingers deeper into her hips bucking them in the rhythm she created.

"Yn..." He groaned, she leaned down resting on his chest and continuing her actions she dragged her acrylic nail down between his pecks. "Yes baby," She kissed his neck caressing his chin. "Are you gonna cum for me, Fez?"

That seductive, almost begging tone, got to him every time. "I'm cumming for you princess." She bounced on him at a faster pace than he was going chasing her own orgasm knowing it would trigger his own. "Fill me up please, I want it to leak out of me." She whispered, he groaned pumping his warm cream inside her, she constantly squeezed his tip as she came on him mixing their juices together. Yn lazily giggled kissing his chest, she lifted up her hips separating their connection, she could feel that he was still hard. "Ouu he's still hard." She teased. "How do you want me?" Fez moaned at the question. "on your side." She got off of him and plopped on the big bed.

Fez ran his hand up and down her thigh. "You sure you have another round in you?" She nodded and was quickly pulled closer to him and flipped on her side, his warm chest pressed against her sweaty back, he kissed down to her shoulder while guiding his hand between her legs separating them and putting on on his own leg, she could feel his shaft playing between her folds.

Yn hummed at the small contact, gasping when she fully felt him inside her heat. He performed slow thrusts giving her a feel of everything, her walls adjusting with every push. He took his hand reaching over to play with her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. "Fuck... oh, yes." Yn whimpered placing her hand over his digging her nails into his skin. His lips tasted her skin as he kissed the back of her neck. With every stroke came contact of his sac against her clit adding another sensational feeling. "I can feel you drenching me Yn, I make you feel good? Hm?"

"Yes baby, yes, yeeees." She groaned feeling the pit in her stomach build. "I make you feel better than he does don't I?"

Her eyes struggled to stay open. "I know you wanna cum, I want an answer though," Fez said in a deepened and raspy voice. "You fuck me better than he does, so much better," Yn whined, her eyes were stuck to the inside of her eyelids, the white space of her eyeball was only visible. "You love me?"

Fez delivered hard pounds, Yn's hand went to push him back but he told her to move or he'd stop altogether. "You love me?" He repeated.

"Yes I love you, baby, I love you so much. Please can I cum?" She pleaded curling her toes. "Cum for me." His hand moved up to her throat, she grabbed onto his forearm pulling at it not because he was squeezing too tight, but he knew she only held onto him like that when she was cumming hard. He pounded her harder and harder feeling himself about to explode. "Shit... oh shit." Fez moaned filling her up, even more, she smiled feeling it run down her thigh.

They lay in their mess with Fez smothering her in kisses. She was enjoying the attention until her phone buzzed to the beat of her ringtone, she sighed reaching over to see who it was and rolled her eyes seeing her boyfriend's name. "Not gonna answer?" Fez asked with annoyance in his voice. "Do not start this again." It felt like they couldn't have a good time for more than five seconds.

"I'm not starting anything, ma. You fucking know I'll treat you better than him, I already do. So, why is it so hard for you to come and be my girl? Huh?" Truthfully, Fez wasn't one for feeling but Yn had him in a chokehold and he had no intentions of being let go anytime soon. 

The room remained silent, she didn't have an answer for him as to why it was taking so long for her to break up with her boyfriend. Fez took his arm away and freed her from his hold. 

"Fezzy... baby, come on." She pleaded. 

"Nah, you should go, got shit to do anyway." He said pulling up his boxers. Yn sat up staring at him as he walked to the bathroom slamming the door and locking it. She banged her fist into the mattress with frustration, she wasn't going to fight with him tonight so she proceeded to put her clothes on and grabbed her purse from his dresser. She was about to leave the room without saying goodbye but she couldn't find it in her.

Fez heard a soft knock at the door and her small voice behind it. "I mean it when I say I love you, I promise I'll talk to him and... and you know we'll break up and then it's just you and I." Yn babbled rubbing her temples. "Yn, I'm not doing this anymore, you can't be telling two people you love them, you have to be lying to somebody."

"That's not true I love the-the both of you."

Fez swung the door open, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. "Yn, I can't keep doing this shit. You got me ducking and dodging, sneaking around and shit when you know I wanna see you outside of this house." He huffed. "It's either me or him and until you come up with somethin' I'm done." 

"Fezco..." Yn reached out for him but he brushed her off, she stood there in some type of disbelief. "Fine."

Fez didn't look back when he heard her footsteps begin to vanish and the front door slammed hard enough to shake the walls. The last thing he heard for the night was her driving away from him not knowing if he'd see her again. 

I do not condone cheating... but I like to read a little messiness

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tags: @skyesthebomb

[hennyjwrites]

Newly added characters to my writing list

Fezco -euphoria

Nate jacobs - euphoria

Spencer Reid -criminal minds

Derek Morgan -criminal minds

Aaron hotchner - criminal minds

Please make request for these characters guys so I can start asap🤭😁

[the-crystal-one]

Caramel Kisses

Fezco x black reader. (Caramel) (Always Black readers, cause Im a BROWN SKIN GIIIIRL) Warnings: I guess mild VERY MINIMAL but mild....I wouldn't call this smut (like...fluff I guess😭?)

~Rue's POV~

Caramel was a sweet girl, sure she smoked weed every now and again….everyday, but she was a really smart and sweet girl.  She was my younger sister by a year but we just like to say we’re twin. Anyway we were biking to Fez’s house and she looked pretty irritated.

~Caramels POV~

I feel Rue’s eyeballs staring into the side of my head as we bike to Fez’s house. “What Rue?” I say in a borderline snappy tone.

She rides next to me putting her hands up.”I didn’t say shit calm down.” My eyes roll back in a slow manner as I pick up the pace of my biking. ~Omni~ The curly headed girls biked towards like men on missions. Caramel couldn't help but move her feet like they were lit on fire, she needed to see Fezco. Everyone knew they had a thing for each other but that didn't stop anyone from trying to make a move- on either of them. She tried her hardest not to think too hard into the previous incident but she couldn't help it. That girl just-....she was too close for comfort.

They arrived at the drug dealer's house and quickly through their bikes down to the floor, well Caramel did anyway, and they sauntered up towards the door. Rue was the first to knock on the door and when she wasn't satisfied Caramel balled her fist up and hit the door as if it owed her money. "Aight Man chill," A groggy voice came from behind the screen and slowly unlocked the door. Caramel's stomach fluttered at the sound of it. "Well good morning to y'all too." Fez said as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. "Uh huh whatever." Rue pushed her way into the home and collapsed onto the couch pulling her phone out and texting Elliot or Jules, one couldn't tell. "Hey Fez." Caramel said as she looked up into his eyes. "Wassup girl, you already out?" He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. "Nah nah I just- I needed to talk to you." She put a curl behind her ear and stepped under his arm, entering the home. "About what?" The man curiously asked, closing the door and locking it behind him. "Well I...-" Her eyes shifted to Rue, who was paying no attention to either of them. "Can we go somewhere else?" His eyes shifted to the lanky girl on the couch, then back to the female in front of him. "Yeah for sure." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room. He closed his door and sat on his bed, their fingers still laced within each others. " You look stressed as hell, what did Rue do now?" He semi joked, knowing the struggles her and Rue went through. She laughed. "Nothing Nothing I just wanted to ask you something that's all man." She stepped towards him, getting in the middle of his legs and putting her arms around his neck. "You remember that party last week, right?" She spoke softly while stroking his head. "Yeah I remember, why something happen?" His tone became less playful and more protective. "No nothing happened, not to me at least, that girl who was there, she was all over you wasn't she?" She tried to sound calm but failed miserably. "I mean I guess- wait a minute....are you jealous?" He smirked and pulled her closer to him, her head craned down to look at him. "What the fuck?! No I'm not jealous....I just wanted to see who else was occupying your time." In one quick, smooth motion, Caramel's back was on the bed and Fez was hovering over her and gazing into her dark brown eyes. "Caramel. Now I know we ain't official or nothin' like that but not one raggedy ass girl at that party was "occupying" my time, no one but you." A grin spread across her face and she wrapped her legs around his waist, flipping them over so she was cradling with waist. "Good, because I'm not ready to let you go yet." "Yet?" He tilted his head and pulled her down so their foreheads were touching. "Nah girl you ain't goin' nowhere no time soon." She laughed and put her hand on his cheek, lips softly touching his. He reciprocated this same action, running his fingers up and down her back. ~With Rue~ Rue started to get antsy and was wondering what was taking so long. She rose from the couch, lazily stumbling towards Fezco's room, not daring to even knock and swung the door open. "Hey Cara-OH SHIT!" She quickly closed the door and white lady jogged her way back to the couch. "MY BAD!" From where she sat she could hear the two laughing and a few seconds later her sister and Fez emerged from the room, hands locked. "So what are y'all like...dating now?" Caramel looked at Fez and chewed on her lip. "Are we?" He smacked his lip and pointed to his neck and then to her's. "Hell yeah, we damn near made each other a whole other color."

[littlemelaninfics]

WE NEEEDDDDD ROUGH FEZCO!

I feel like Fez isn't super affectionate in public

Sure he'll kiss your temple and sqeeze your hip, but that's about it

Until...

Let's just say that you fucked up without realizing you fucked up

A guy at a party got a little too flirtatious and after being warned once, he had to lay the guy out

With his warning came yours so when he gave you the look above, you knew to follow

You would apologize and try to make your case the whole way home, but he was slient until he just told you to shut the fuck up

And you did just that

Once in the privacy of your own home, however, all hell would break loose

Fezco. Tagged. That. Ass

He's not into belts, he likes the intimacy of hand to skin contact and the shape of them would be all over your backside

At this point you're begging for forgiveness and you think he's granted you mercy when he lets you off his lap, but no

"On the bed."

"Daddy, please. I said I was sorry."

He wouldn't have to say anything, just give you a look

I feel like he's into slight humilation, so you're definitely swallowing some of his sweet mouth nectar for even entertaining that other guy

He would bury himself to the hilt inside of you, lurching your body forward and you would cry out and immediately

You clench around his thickness as he wasted no time in pounding you into submission

You were his.

You could hear him grunt every time you slammed into you, the weight of his balls slapping against your sensitive bud.

One arm pinned your neck to the mattress and the other had a deathly grip on your hip to ensure he filled you entirely

You could only moan and whimper as your body rocked in tune with his thrusts. Tears of ecstasy and quite honestly fear escaped the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open

‘’Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me,’’ he growled, watching his cock disappear around your tight folds

"This is my fucking pussy."

You helpless and forced to take it allwas something he’d never get tired of seeing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that you were tighter than the first time he took you.

He stopped thrusting for a second, reveling in the feeling of your walls throbbing around him; matching the hiccups of your moan-y sobs. He could’ve cum right there, but he wanted this to last. You had to learn not everyone is your friend

He was going to get through to you even if he had to fuck you until you passed out

[thatblackravenclaw]

A Little Domestication (blurb)

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Fezco x Black!fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff, one suggestive gesture, written on my iPad so the format might be kind of weird, not proofread

Word count: 601

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I stare at my hair in the mirror. My roots are puffy but I refuse to take down my twists. Deal with my natural hair is just not in my schedule right now. Where the hell is my moose? I turn around and find Fez staring at me.

“May I help you?”

“What? I can’t stare?” His eyes darken as we make eye contact. My cheeks warm up and I turn around to look over the bathroom counter.

“Stop that. Have you seen my moose? I could’ve sworn I left it by the sink.”

He walks into the bathroom and his chest meets my back. His arms wrap around mine and his cheek kisses mine, completely immobilizing me.

“You know, you look really beautiful in this light.”

“Fez, please.” I avoid all eye contact with him and focus my attention to the ceiling. Some of the little popcorn pieces are missing. There’s a spider web in the corner that I refuse to go near because no. He places little kisses on my neck and I squirm in his hold. The sensation makes me ticklish until he starts sucking on that one spot. My thighs squeeze together and I nudge him away.

“I have to be in campus in 20 minutes.”

“That’s fine. I only need 10.” His kisses not seizing, but I feel a grin pull at the corner of his lips.

“You’re insatiable. I only have one class today and it’s 50 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. Now, if you don’t know where my moose is, could you at least hand me my hat behind you?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh before letting me go and turning around to get my hat off of the door hook.

“Fine. What time did you say to pick you up?”

“Be outside by 12:50, but I probably won’t be out until around 1 because my professor has a tendency to continue talking past our class time like we don’t have lives.”

I move around him and go into the living room to look for my bag with no luck. I look on the couch, by the couch, on the chair, and by the door. Nothing.

“Where the fuck is my-” I turn around and see Fez standing right behind me with my bag in his hand.

“Bathroom. You brought it in there when you were about to do your hair.” I take it from him and quickly peck him on the lips.

“Angel, baby. You’ve got wings. I love you.” I turn around but his hand finds my waist and turns me so we’re again face to face.

“Last time I checked, you have class at 12 and it’s,” He looks at the clock on the wall, “11:45.”

“And?”

“It takes 5 minutes to get to your class. I want a real kiss.”

“Fezzy.” He shushes me by connecting our lips. I put up little to no resistance. I smile into the kiss as I subconsciously pull him closer.

“God, do you guys do anything else besides kiss?” I separate from Fez’s lips and begrudgingly leave his hold to walk over to Ash.

“Aww, I’m sorry Ash. I’ll give you one too.” I lean down to kiss his cheek and pull him into a hug.

“Keep out of trouble while I’m gone, yeah? I’m tired of cleaning blood off of the floors.”

A ghost of a smile wipes across his face as I look him in the eyes and wait for confirmation.

“No promises.” I roll my eyes and hug him again before heading out the door with Fez.

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Fezco Masterlist | Los Angeles

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 3. Fezco

A/N: I always loved writing for fez so here’s a cute moment from me to y’all this fall season + I can’t wait to see Angus’ unreleased films—just saw a trailer for one the other night 🧡

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: back to school/university + studio ghibli + “here take this!” “It’s a white sheet.” “Yeah, put it on.”

WARNINGS: language + doing weird couple things inspired by the fall season? :)

<- read my previous october prompt here.

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾

He’s all open arms with a duffel bag on his shoulder, dark auburn hair grown out a bit from the usual buzz cut, single gold chain shining underneath the evening light, and when he catches your eye, seated on the top of the table outside on this fall Friday night, laughing it up with most of your new friends he can’t help but to smile at the sight. Fez was proud to see that most of the worries that you once had about lacking friends at college seemed to be a thing of the past.

“If they don’t see how special you are then fuck ‘em, you don’t need them. And you always got me and ash, remember that. I’ll even slide through and sit in on a class if you want me to.” He often told you when you weren’t having the best days adapting to your new environment, which was a hour and some change away from east highland and you knew Fez always means what he says. He’s always ten toes down for you and the feeling was surely mutual. However Fez wasn’t much of a school person himself preferring street smarts over anything but he never steered you away from getting your education, even when you wanted to give up but he knew you were never serious. It was of course sweet to hear Fez say these things but it didn’t completely erase the feeling when you’re out here on your own dealing with social anxiety. You had to do what you had to do and that’s on Tommy pickles!

It’s only been close to two months since you were back in school.

Taking a gap year—or two after graduating high school to figure out what you truly wanted to do, which did include working since your parents weren’t having you sitting around for a year not doing shit. Thankfully they allowed you to focus on your studies and you didn’t have to work throughout high school a couple years back. That gap turned into two with you going through two jobs and settled on a third before you took your chances again with UCLA.

Y’all don’t want to hear all the details but you made it back around to school at twenty, dreading the thought at the beginning and a little bit more once you set foot inside these huge classrooms but at least you kinda had a better idea of a major now than at eighteen. The dread kicked in even more because it always felt like you were behind especially when you talked to some classmates that were a little younger and more guided. The stress actually had you crying about it to your boyfriend fez over lengthy phone calls and FaceTimes more than with your own parents, who did check in, but you felt like they just didn’t get it.

To see Fez here unexpectedly had your heart thudding in your ears and you wasted no time, jumping off the table to run into Fez’s arms.

“Wassup ma? You miss me?”

“Always.” You nuzzled your head against Fez’s cheek, who chuckled, circling one arm around your body, tugging you right to his.

When you finally broke apart, you felt your eyes burning as you gripped his face just staring at him.

“C’mon man, you got time to drool over me later.”

Which made you playfully roll your eyes before intertwining your fingers with his, Fez giving your hand a gentle squeeze before you pulled him over to briefly introduce him to the friends you made. He was exactly what they were all expecting and they approved, although fez didn’t get the chance to put his stamp on them face to face because you were pulling him away to head back to the dorms.

“Hey! Make sure you put the scrunchie on the door for me!” Your roommate, Jasmine called out to you while the rest let out a chorus of ooo’s, which made Fez give a faint dimpled grin with you shaking your head.

Fez said from behind you as you practically dragged him through the leaf covered campus, “oh word? That’s what y’all be on here? I’m finna come up here every weekend then.”

Scoffing you slowed to walk beside fez instead, enjoying the feeling of him being beside you again. It was hard when you’re used to being around someone if not every day then every other day. Sure you ended up with one best friend during your senior year—that wasn’t fez but she was also one of the ones that always knew what they wanted to do with their lives. As soon as graduation hit, you spent maybe a few days out of the summer together before she started spending her time hanging out elsewhere with other people that decided to do the same schooling as her instead during the end of summer. Then she was gone off to college abroad on a ship with those said friends, yeah that shit must be real nice!! but you were always prone to motion sickness.

But hey! At least you still followed each other on Instagram and you liked each other’s photos from time to time. There really wasn’t any beef, that’s just the way life goes sometimes. You fall out of sync with old friends; although your mind starts to play tricks on you, making you question if the friendship was ever really genuine or just temporary. Nonetheless you tried to get over that as you welcomed new people in your life and they accepted you in return.

You still never planned on forgetting about Fergus O’Carroll, even if your brain tried.

“I see somebody’s ready for Halloween and shit,” Fez comments after dumping his bag on the desk chair, then moving back to the center of the dorm room to spin the hanging witch from the light on the ceiling.

Plopping down on your side of the room you sigh, “that’s all Jas’ doing. She basically forced me to get in the spooky spirit with this blanket and stuffed pumpkin. Otherwise than that, all these decorations are her doing. We both know I’m more of a Christmas person.”

“That’s coo though, ain’t nothing wrong with that. You like what you like.” Fez shrugged before hopping up on the bed with you, “although I must admit, I packed my road dog, Chucky with me.”

Fez and Ash loved Halloween for as long as you’ve been in their lives. “Child’s Play,” happened to be one of many of their favorite horror movies, which also didn’t surprise you as much when it came down to the deranged shit talking redhead of a doll. They got a kick out of him and Ash even tried to prank you seasons ago, dressed up as such one night when you fell asleep on their couch cramming for a test the next day, that’s until you pranked him right back during his prank; by faking unconsciousness deciding that you were getting sick of his pranks after awhile.

You showed that little shit but it was always all love.

Shoulder to shoulder, Fez bumped yours making you laugh a bit after you kicked off your shoes.

“So you’re here.”

“Shit, I think so.” Fez slowly blinked at you, patting all over his torso before the both of you laughed into each other’s faces, “yeah, happy to be here wit you.”

You’re scratching at his beard, then running your fingertips over the growth of hair on his head, to scanning the soft freckles all over his skin until you’re leaning forward to press a kiss right to his lips. Fez licks his bottom lip when you pull away, resting his hand right on your thigh now, “damn that little kiss is all I get? It’s been like twelve-fifty days since I last saw you.”

“That doesn’t sound right but I believe you,” you laughed still caressing his jaw before placing your lips right back on Fez’s.

It seems as if all the stress of whatever maybe going on in your lives burns away with the both of you in each others faces again. Phone calls can only get you so far and you knew Fez was busy getting to the bag while you were getting to the books. Yes those were his words, not yours. However you still made time for each other the best way you knew how, after all this relationship was not something either of you imagined letting go of.

“I’d say put the hair tie on the door but nature is currently doing its thing.” You whispered to fez, after the both of you broke apart to bring some air back into your lungs.

Fez squeezed your hip, “don’t even worry about it, I’m fine doin’ whatever you wanna do.”

“Movie night?”

“Right up my alley, what you thinking?”

A slow smile split over your lips then as you met Fez’s lighter eyes and he already knew as the both of you echoed, “Studio Ghibli.”

That’s how the two of you ended up, backs against propped up festive pillows by the wall for cushion, spiderweb black fleece blanket tossed over your laps, laptop stand placed on a side table you dragged to the center of the room, debating on which out of the batch to watch. You were aware that, “Grave of the fireflies,” was Fez and Ash’s movie to watch together along with their own personal favorites on the side and you also had your own so you both tried to come to terms with another.

As the intro to, “Howl’s moving castle,” began you jumped up, pausing it and alerting a low-lidded fez immediately.

He couldn’t even get to ask what you were doing, as you jumped off the bed and crouched down underneath the bed, dragging something out beneath it to dig through before you stood back up with a huff.

“Here, take this!”

Fez took the material from you, confusion digging into his brows, “Issa white sheet.”

“Yeah, put it on.” You motioned with your hands while fez lightly shook his head at you.

You moved back to your roommate’s side of the room, flicking her candy corn lights on while fez questioned, “for why tho?”

“We’ve been missing out on doing coupley things this fall being away from each other so… maybe now I’ll be in the mood.”

“So what we are gonna be? Two snuggling ghosts?”

Thinking about it for a second with a tilt of your head, you nodded as you picked up the second sheet, “yeah, I guess so.”

You slip the sheet on first, your eyes and mouth picking out of the two holes Fez wasn’t aware were even cut into the sheets until he rolled the other sheet around, “Yo?! Where’d you go?”

Groaning you held out your arms towards fez who slid the sheet over himself as well. “Oh that’s better, now I can see your sexy ass again.”

Posing for him underneath the sheet, you laughed after awhile before sitting right next to him again, covering yourselves back with the spiderweb blanket before letting your hands disappear again.

“You comfy?” Fez asked.

“Much better now,” you replied tucking your head into Fez’s sheet covered shoulder, thankfully because that vibrant wool sweater surely would itch the mess out of your skin.

It’s happened before! You still loved your man down but it had to be said—or thought?

Silence filled the dorm until Fez cleared his throat, “now how we supposed to watch the movie when you done paused it and your hands vanished, Casper?”

“Watch and learn my powers Stretch,” kicking your foot out, you attempted to point your toe to tap on the space bar like the bow wow meme but the stand the laptop was on happened to be a little too close on the edge of the night table, slipping right off and onto its side on the carpet.

Fez snorted, “your ghost powers suck, bro.”

Ready to retort, three knocks at the door halted you in doing so as they sounded along with a brief pause before it became unlocked, revealing a Afro haired jasmine standing in the door way peeking through the open gaps of her fingers.

“…not what I was expecting but whatever floats your boat!”

“Listen, I know this maybe weird as hell right now but it’s just us.” Fez spoke while Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, heading to her wardrobe to peel her jacket off.

“Oh this is a complete no-judgement zone from me, believe that! You can ask how many times they found me in here doing weird shit of my own. Please don’t let me interrupt, carry on.” Jasmine answered, pressing her hands on her hips afterwards.

Fez nodded.

You blinked, “jas…can you do us a huge favor?”

She deeply exhaled, “Are you gonna kick me out now because you want to have sex with the ghost sheets on?”

Fez raised his brows at that…you could never say your roommate wasn’t upfront about anything.

“What? No. Could you pick up my laptop for me and press play for us, please? Movie night got a little delayed.”

Jasmine sighed with relief, “oh hell yeah. Thank god because I did not want to crash at Anita’s again, she’s been farting and sleep talking like crazy lately and I have to get up for work in the morning.”

She moves through the room, picking it up and balancing it in the center of the table top and winks at you two. She halts over the spacebar suddenly asking the ginger in the room, “so fez…what do you think of our humble abode?”

“It’s straight. Knew it would be with the whole warning on the front door.”

“Right answer! Next year I plan on sneaking animatronics in here and scaring the poop outta people as soon as they enter, regardless of what Ilian says, our cute ass RA.” Jasmine beams before hitting the spacebar, “I’m gonna head down to the showers and I’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your movie night love—ghost birds? Yeah that sounds good. I’m gonna write that down and revisit that for my creative writing class.”

Both you and fez watch as jasmine closes her eyes briefly and turns a makeshift key to the side of her temple before grinning. Mumbling to herself she goes through the room collecting her things to exit, leaving the two of you alone again.

“…and she says we’re doing weird shit when she does things like that?” Fez pointed making you snicker.

“She’s just different, a true Aquarius. Real smart though. Let’s not judge her since she didn’t judge us in our ghost glory.” you told fez from underneath the sheet who lifted his shoulders in surrender.

He wasn’t, “I swear I’m not. I’m just a guest observing it all.”

“Not uh, you’re home with me.”

“Well shit, let me get out these pants then and get real comfortable!”

“Nobody wants to see those hairy chicken legs.”

“Whoa, stop the cap! We know as soon as the temp drops tonight you’re gonna be playing footsies with me to keep warm.”

He’s not wrong but Fez didn’t have to be so loud about it.

Sighing you placed your head back against fez’s shoulder and he moved to rest his right on yours. Together you turned your attention back to the movie playing on the laptop, enjoying each others company like you never left.

Fez suddenly murmurs from beside you, “I love you, scholar.”

Your response was instant hearing the teasing but heart felt nickname, “And I’ll love you even more tomorrow, lucky.”

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾

Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[eddiesblklvr]

𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗘’𝗦 𝗙𝗘𝗭𝗖𝗢 𝗢’𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

* = NEWEST | ☀︎︎ = FLUFF | ☽ = ANGST

UPDATED: JULY 10, 2022

SKYE’S NAV. | REQUESTS

SERIES.

COMING SOON!

ONE SHOTS.

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

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

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

BLURBS.

COMING SOON!

TROPES.

COMING SOON!

HEAD CANNONS.

COMING SOON!

eddiesblklvr © 2022. DO NOT REPOST, MODIFY, PLAGIARIZE OR CLAIM ANY OF MY WORKS. DO NOT SHARE MY WRITING ON ANY EXTERNAL PLATFORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

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

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

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

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

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

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

“Did you drink?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels.. nice.”

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

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

But Fezco was insistent.

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

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

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

“What else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

[limbo-limbo-limbo]

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 . * ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　 ˚

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧."

𝘍𝘦𝘻𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

Fez had taken a liking to ○Y/N○. More than a liking, he was in love. He didn't know it, but there was a time she waited for him to sweep her up and tell her that she was his peace, among the chaos that he thought was his life. He never did take that opportunity though. Plus there was nothing he could do about it, she already had someone now.

"Hey Fezco, Hi Rue." Rue wasn't really paying you any mind but she acknowledged your presence with a simple wave, her mind was occupied with her phone. Possibly Jules. You thought. Fez on the other hand, you had his undivided attention, as always whenever you walked through his store, his eyes would never leave you. This was all he could get with you. Little glances.

"You look really pretty today." There it was your smile. He didn’t understand how a human smile could make him feel the way he did. Fez felt like his whole mood was dependent on how you felt that day. If you were happy, he was in complete bliss. Pissed off about work, he was just as annoyed with you. And if you were sad mainly because of your boyfriend, well he wanted to kill the motherfucker.

"T-Thank you Fezco." He looked at you with those puppy eyes as you liked to call them. You didn't mean to stare so long at him without uttering another word, it was just you never really got to look at him. You were an observer, you liked watching people. Made you feel as though you could tell what type of person they were with just their actions when they thought no one was watching them. But with Fez, you could never look at him. Your boyfriend was usually walking around in the store with you, so you tried to only have eyes for him even if you wanted to stare deep into Fez blue eyes.

"You welcome, ○Y/N○...Ash been wondering when you could help him with his English homework, they reading Shakespeare or some shit."

"I'll stop by tonight, just let me run it by Lamar. He doesn't like me to be out so late." Fez noticed how tense you became after you spoke your boyfriend's name. Lamar was a cool dude, before he shipped off to the military he was a complete gentleman, showering you with compliments and helping you with your sister. Yet he changed once he completely had you to himself. He became passive aggressive and rude. Arguments were all you two did now. He never would hit you, but you knew one day he would snap.

"Cool, I'll be waiting by the door. '' Fez didn't know how much you liked tutoring Ash, you thought he was an intelligent kid given shitty circumstances, just like you. Your mama was someone who made a lot of mistakes and her sins damaged you, so when she birthed your sister you stepped up hard to be that motherly figure and you were really trying hard.

"You look very handsome as well, Fezco. I'll see you and Ash later." Taking your chips after he cashed you up. You walked away, you wanted to look behind you and get one more glance at him. Yet you knew better than to. You had a boyfriend, he was a good man. And you cared for him.

"You two are so weird."

"Rue shut the hell up." She chuckled.

"What? You're the one flirting with ○Y/N○, going you look very pretty." She tried mimicking his chill monotone way of speaking which earned a laugh from him. He didn't think he sounded like that.

"I was just telling her she looks beautiful."

"Yeah and you eye fucked her as she walked around this store. Your eyes never left her sight."

"I thought your ass was on your phone."

"I am, I can multitask."

"Me and ○Y/N○ just cool, Rue. She's a good girl and a good friend."

"And you wanna do some unholy things with her. We know she's not happy with Lamar's crazy ass, so when she comes over, show her how much better you would treat her."

"You know when you stop doing drugs, you're a really smart kid. I like the sober Rue."

"Most people do."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"Baby, it's Ashtray. You know how I help him out with his schoolwork. What's your issue? Everytime I tell you something you have to blow up!" You were getting sick of Lamar's jealous behavior. Emotionally you were tired of going through thus with him, he trailed behind you as you tried putting on your slides, getting ready to leave the house.

"I don't give a damn about Ashtray! Fuck that little boy, but I don't want yo ass around hus ginger ass brother. You so fucking clueless to your surroundings, you don't see how he be looking at you."

"I don't care about him having a thing for me, you should trust and respect me to not let him do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You have!"

"Don't bring that shit up again, me and that girl was just a one time thing and I told you I don't love her."

"You might not love her, but you couldn't stay away from her Lamar! I was here being so good to you, do you know how embarrassing it was to hear from my coworker that they saw you? I gotta go, I'm late anyway." You weren't gonna argue with this man anymore. You told him countless times to trust you and he wouldn't take that leap.

"You walk out of this house, yo shit will be outside! I'm not done with you ○Y/N○."

"Throw it out, Lamar. I've been looking for a way to leave your ass." Walking out the apartment door, you texted your sister, telling her to sleep at a friend's house. You didn't want her alone with Lamar, even though he never hurt her. He could and you didn't need to feel guilty if you let her go home that night.

The walk to Fezco house was long and silent as you just were in your thoughts. He stepped out on you deep into your relationship. You two just moved in together and of course him not knowing how to handle living with someone else. There were fights, not explosive fights, yet you two didn’t wanna be around each other.

You remember how excited you were to make it up for him, you always feel like you’re a burden to people so when anything might go wrong, you’re quick to try and make it right even if it’s not your fault. You were in your thoughts thinking up ways to make it up to him, when the look your coworker, Pam gave you, alerted you she knew some shit. She had that look of guilt.

You remember trying to stop any emotion to show, but you cracked and felt a tear flow and told her "it will be handled."

You finally made it to the Fezco front door, you barely touched it before he opened it. His smile really could make you feel good. You wouldn't tell him this, but his lips were your favorite feature to stare at. He just looked like he needed a good kiss from someone.

"○Y/N○! I was thinking you weren't gonna come, Ash been asking me questions like I'm some literature genius." Letting out a laugh, Fez watched you. You wore this green dress blouse that complimented your brown skin neck accompanied with a gold necklace, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra. Which had him blushing, you were the type to come out of the house with your legs the only thing shown. He knew Lamar was the reason behind that.

"Fezco you're like the smartest dude I know, don't play yourself like that." You two just stared at each other, fez didn't really know what to say. A thank you could have worked but he was honestly in bliss.

"Finally you came! Come on, I wanna finish before dinner comes." Ashtray could give a damn about you two flirting with each other right now.

"We'll talk later sweetheart."

"Okay."

✦ ･ . • . • .

"First off everyone knows that Monsters Inc. is the best disney movie, I don't care what anyone says. It’s a classic." You and Ash finally finished his homework and Fez wouldn't let you leave without getting something to eat. He really knew how to make a home cooked meal, he really had to raise himself and Ashtray just like you and your sister.

“Naw sweetheart that movie with the maid looking chick who had the glass slipper, that is a classic.” Fez really liked watching movies, to him it was a nice escape from the shitty environment he was in, and was a good bonding moment for him and Ash. But now it was becoming his chance to know you a little more personally.

“Fezco, are you talking about cinderella? Omg! Baby, that can't be your favorite movie!"

"What! It got a good message."

"What's the message then Fezco?"

"Being a good person will be worth it in the long run. Yeah when shit go wrong, you might wanna give a fuck you to the world. But if you keep your head up and still show kindness to the world and yourself. I feel like prince charming ain't gonna be too far away." You could feel something in your chest swell. You two never really had deep conversations, but you knew when Fez talked, he definitely had something wise to say.

“In a way I feel like you’re cinderella.” Taking your eyes away from the Tv, you had to give Fez a confusing look. To you happy endings were not in your book, even though you longed for it.

“What do you mean?”

“You have a kind soul, despite the shit with your mom. You kept the kind spirit and raised your sister. Prince Charming, you just ain't found him yet.”

“E-Excuse me…” You could feel yourself getting hot, Fezco never spoke his disdain of Lamar out of respect for you and the relationship. But everyone knew they weren’t cool with each other, Fezco thought he was a little bitch with anger issues and Lamar knew how much Fezco wanted you and hated how close you two were.

“I know you’re not happy sweetheart, you don’t think I noticed how out of it you were.”

“Um we just had an argument and I think we’re done with each other.” Fez wanted to smile out of happiness, but he could tell now wasn’t the time to do all that. Would be a dickish move.

“Question is are you gonna go back if he crawls back.”

“I-I don’t know. He’s not a bad guy, he just has some issues but who doesn’t.”

“Well let him go to a fucking therapist, and let him work that shit out himself.” Letting out a slight smile, you listened to what he said. He wasn’t wrong, the thing between you and Lamar has run its course, but somehow you couldn’t just stop wanting to help Lamar through his battles. “I want to be your prince charming ○Y/N○, but I know it won’t be easy to let him go. So I just want you to make the right choice whatever it may be. Imma always rock with you even if you decide fuck us both and you be on your single journey shit.” You let out a laugh.

“Could I stay here for the night, just for tonight.”

“Yeah take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no Fez, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s really not serious.”

“Go get in the bed ○Y/N○.”

“Fine.” Walking to his room, you watched as he made the couch, trying to make it comfortable for him.

"Fez?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, beautiful."

[queenariesofnarnia]

masterlist of my trash <3

all the trash i’ve written :)

stranger things 

eddie munson

follow you to mordor

class of 1986

thank you daddy

marvel

bucky barnes 

11:11 (fluff)

moon knight 

a deal with an egyptian god

harry potter 

sirius black 

it’s a date

remus lupin

shy love

dc comics

jason todd

you are my sunshine

euphoria

fezco

a way with words 

the little things we do

star wars

crosshair

affectionate

just hold me

tech

comfort

finally found you

late night confession

safe haven

hunter

pretty noises

desire

wrecker

just like lula

the bad batch

their general

island refuge

the general and her boys

physical touch

hazbin hotel

alastor

never underestimate the bunny

sleepover secrets

whiskey and jazz

i’ve killed you once

[lolzskye]

so when does ashtray get at least SOME justice? 🙄

[marleyybluu]

Trick or Treat

You and Fez take your daughter trick or treating for the first time.

Halloween may be over for yall but ain't for me

so here's something cute again for Fez cus he is so cute and deserves all the cute things

He never got a normal childhood and as much as he says it doesn't bother him you could tell that it did.

He figured because of how he grew up and having to become an adult at a young age, he would never be a father, let alone the best one your child could ask for.

Ever since your daughter entered this world Fez made sure she got the life that he didn't, he made sure she was a child before anything else and in the process of it, you noticed that he was also tapping into his inner child.

Healing it.

Any toy your four-year-old asked for she got, if she wanted him to play Barbie with her he didn't hesitate-- going all out with the girly voice for special effect. If he was watching a game and she asked for Cocomelon he'd switch over in an instant.

When holidays came around that's when he went all out, even if it was just Thanksgiving it would be the best one she'd experience.

Halloween was the day they bonded the most, the preparation weeks before when they'd shop around looking for the perfect costumes.

This year was her first-time trick or treating though. Fez said he wanted to wait until she could actually remember it so all the years before he'd just dress them up and they'd watch Charlie Brown's It's the Great Pumpkin as their own little tradition.

She was excited and inside so was he.

This year she wanted to be Lilo and Stitch after watching it on a loop for a few days. You giggled seeing him come out of his room in his Stitch costume and a goofy ass grin on his face. "You ready boogie?" He called out using her nickname. "Readyyy."

"Can mommy take some pictures?" You asked pulling your phone out. They both nodded and you snapped a few serious ones but they weren't serious for long before they made some silly faces and weird poses. "Let me get some of Lilo and Nani." He says reaching for your phone.

After taking pictures you locked up the house and ventured off to find candy. You guys were having the time of your lives, she met a few kids on her quest and chatted with them, she was never a shy one. Even those who answered the door found her to be quite charming.

Soon enough her little legs would give out and Fez carried her the rest of the way.

Two bags later and she was out like a light, passed out on his shoulder. You carried both bags on the way back to the house, once you arrived he dropped your daughter to bed and closed the door behind him.

He came back to discover you on the couch already digging through the sweets. "Why you stealin' my baby's candy?"

"I'm gettin' her started." You laughed. "I got some stuff for us."

You sat there a bit puzzled as he left to go to the kitchen and came back with a bag on the front of it was a Vampire with red, droopy eyes and smoke circulating it. "Edibles?" You ask a bit too eagerly.

"Hell yeah."

You two sit on the couch digging through the bag, watching Charlie Brown. "Did you have fun?" You inquired looking over at him. "I did." He admitted. "I'm ready for next year."

He had already planned what they'd be.

Only posting two things, I’ve been sick since fucking Monday and I just can’t be bothered y’all I’m sorry.

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic. Reblogs and comments help.

Be cool🤙🏾

[onlyfezco]

Forget Me Not - Fezco

Summary: Fez forgets your date Friday night and he spends the weekend trying to get back on your good side

Fezco x Reader

Word count: 2,247

Author’s Note: This just started because I thought about blasting music that fit my mood when I was mad and the other person realizing I was mad based off the lyrics lol. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. The divider is from @firefly-graphics​

It had been a long night. Fez got word about a party happening last minute and him and Ash needed to go to lessen the load of Mouse’s latest supply. Before the party, Fez had been at the store for most of the day. He was ready to count up the money from tonight and go straight to bed.

“You’re in trouble,” Fez heard Ash say from the living room. He finished locking the door then made his way towards his brother.

“What I do,” Fez asked, then his eyes followed Ash’s to the couch where you lay sleeping. 

“Oh shit,” Fez said, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. Normally, this wouldn’t be Fez’s reaction to seeing his girlfriend. Especially, after a super long day. But it was your nice black dress and perfectly done hair that reminded Fez he forgot about your date. 

“Yeah, shit,” Ash chuckled dropping his backpack on the kitchen table. “She’s gonna be pissed.”

“I forgot she was stayin’ over this weekend. Her roommate’s army boyfriend was comin’ home for the weekend and she ain’t want to stay around for them reunitin’ for three days straight.”

“So she’s gonna be mad at you all weekend here? That’s hilarious,” Ash said with a silent laugh so he wouldn’t wake you.

“Man, shut the fuck up,” Fez whispered to his brother. By no means was any of this funny. 

“I’mma let you deal with that. I’m goin’ to my room.”

Once Ash was gone, Fez squatted down so he was on eyelevel with you. “Ma,” he said softly. “Ma, wake up.” You stirred a little but your eyes were still closed. “Come on, let’s get you in bed,” Fez said gently shaking you now.

Your eyes opened briefly, then closed again. “I’m fine here,” you replied flatly, then rolled over so your back was to Fezco now. 

Fez sighed. “Come on, baby. I’m sorry. I heard about a party the other day, and you know I got this extra supply to get rid of this month.”

“So not only did you go to a party without me, you didn’t call to let me know you’d be home late either? Nice to know I’m so forgettable.” You readjusted on the couch then pulled the blanket down to cover yourself up. After about an hour of Fez not showing up and not hearing anything from him, you took your makeup off and got comfortable on the couch. 

You knew you were being a bit childish. You could have easily called Fez to see where he was at, or remind him of your plans. But you had been texting him for most of the day anyway. It hurt that even though you should have been on his mind already, he still forgot about your date and you coming over. 

“You’re not. I know you’re mad, but at least sleep in my bed tonight.”

“No thank you.”

Fez sighed again frustrated with how stubborn you were. “You don’t have to sleep with me. I’ll take the couch.”

“No. Thank you,” you repeated more sternly this time. 

Fez just stayed there for a moment staring at your back hoping you’d give in and go to his bed. But you were stubborn and didn’t budge an inch. Fez stood up then walked to the kitchen table to put the money him and ash made tonight up somewhere safe. He wasn’t in the mood to sit there and count the profits right now. He’d worry about that tomorrow. He began making his way to his room, but glanced at the couch before he went down the hall to see if you changed your mind. You didn’t. He sighed then made the trek to his bedroom alone for the night. 

Well I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' shed no tears

Fezco practically shot up out of his bed at the loud music. He looked around the room and realized it was morning from the faint light pouring in from behind his curtains. He shook his head then got out of bed to see where the noise was coming from.

Ash was sitting at the kitchen table watching some Youtube video with his headphones in while shoveling pancakes and eggs into his mouth. He walked into the kitchen to see you flipping a pancake over as you sang to the Mary J. Blige song. You were obviously still upset. He knew you would occasionally play some 90′s R&B while you cooked, but playing Mary this loud was a sign you were mad.

“Morning, ma,” Fez said testing the waters with you. Normally when he’d catch you cooking in his kitchen, he would come up behind you and kiss your neck. But he didn’t want to make the mistake of touching you and making your madder right now. He didn’t think he could handle you pushing him away. 

Fez was met with silence as you grabbed a plate with some eggs already on it and placed the pancake down. “Come on, Y/N. I said I was sorry.” 

You still ignored him, putting the skillet into the sink then walking over to the table to sit down. You grabbed the syrup that was next to Ash and poured it over your pancakes. Fez looked around the kitchen and saw that there was no food for him. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and poured himself some cereal. Usually, he would sit next to you at the table, but he sat from across from you instead.

Ash looked up from his phone and eyed the both of you. He was sitting in the middle of you two and could feel the animosity.

The Mary song faded out, but another angsty one was up next. 

Baby Let Me Explain To You I'm Sayin

What You Sayin

It's Not Even Like That

It Wasn't Like That But I Saw You

Your eyes glanced up at Fez across the table from you but his eyes were already on you. Your eyes became angry as you glared at him then went back to your plate. Fez just sighed. Ash rushed to finish his food so he could hurry up and leave before things got more tense. 

It was almost noon now, so it was time for Marie’s bath. On weekend’s when you came over, you volunteered to help Fez with his grandma. You always called it girl time and you weren’t going to let your anger at her grandson stop that.

“You won’t believe what your grandson did now,” you spoke to the old woman. Just because she was bedridden and couldn’t speak, didn’t mean you couldn’t keep her updated on what was going on.

“He forgot that I was coming over,” you said as you moved the warm towel up and down her arm. “And on top of that, he went to a party. Without me!” 

As usual, you were met with silence. Fezco spoke so highly of his grandma when he first told you about her. Kitty was a badass. You hoped she would have liked you. Fez always said she would have loved you. 

“I know Mouse’s punk ass dumped more product on him than usual, but if Fez would have told me he was going, I wouldn’t have mind.” 

It was quiet for a moment. Just the sound of you dumping the towel back in the water then ringing it out. 

“I know this is mostly my issue of being forgotten and I’m making a big deal out it, but it hurts.”

You were so busy in your own head and giving Marie her bath that you didn’t hear Fez’s footsteps coming down the hall. He was at his grandmother’s door listening to everything you said. He was so upset with himself over the situation. There you were, giving his bedridden grandmother a sponge bath after he made you angry. Most people would have said screw it and not done anything for Fez. But that morning you made his brother breakfast and now this. God, he loved you. He had to find a way to make it up to you. 

After you were done with Marie, Ash convinced you to drive him to the mall so he could get some new shoes. You decided to make an afternoon of it since you weren’t planning on doing anything with Fez today. The two of you went to the movies after he bought his shoes. You paid for the tickets and he paid for the snacks. You told him he didn’t have to buy the snacks since you’re the one who decided to see a movie, but Ash insisted. Sometimes he would go to the movies with you and Fez, so he was just doing what he always saw. Fez would buy the tickets, and you would buy the snacks... well, sneak them in your purse. It was cute that Ash did that. You kissed him on the head and he wiped it off.

By the time you made it back to the O’Neil house, it was around 6. Ash asked you to drop him off at his friend’s place and said he would call you when he was ready to go. You were happy Ash was doing some normal child things, but you were bummed because that meant it would just be you and Fez. You started to think you should just forgive him. No point in holding out a grudge this pointless for too long. 

You used your key to get in and walked down the hall to drop your shopping bag by the couch, but the dim lighting and candles through you off. Cautiously, you looked around. It was way too quiet. 

You heard soft footsteps coming down the hall then turned to see your boyfriend in dress pants and a button down shirt holding your favorite flowers. 

“Hey,” Fez said softly.

“Hey,” you replied back just as soft. 

He walked closer to you then handed you the bouquet. “I got you these.”

You glanced down at the flowers then into Fez’s eyes as you reached out to grab the bouquet. Fez saw the small smile on your face and took that as a good sign. 

“I’m sorry, ma. I didn’t mean to forget our date or you comin’ over. It slipped my mind, but it ain’t gonna happen again.”

“I know, Fez. And I’m sorry, too,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

Fez’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What you sorry fo’?”

You shook your head. “For ignoring you. For getting that mad at something so small.”

Fez walked closer to you shaking his head, grabbing your free hand. “Nah, you had a right to be mad. It was important to you that I remembered our date, and I didn’t. I don’t wanna ever make you feel bad and that’s what I did.”

Your hand tightened around Fez’s. Your eyes glanced around before they landed on Fez’s piercing eyes. “I just... I have issues with being forgotten about.” Fez slowly stepped in closer to you and you automatically leaned into him. He grabbed the flowers from your hand, placing them on the table so he could grab your other hand as well. You laid your head on his chest.

“You don’t have to worry about that with me, ma,” Fez said reassuringly, making you nuzzle in closer to him. “You, Ash, and Grandma are the most important people in my life. Even if I slip up n’ miss a date, I could never forget you. I love you too much.”

You let go of Fez’s hands and wrapped them around his waist squeezing him tightly. “I love you too.” 

Although you were no longer looking at him, Fez could hear it in your voice that were crying now. Fez wrapped one arm around you, and used his other to lift your face so he could look at you.

“Don’t cry, baby. You know I hate that.”

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I know. I just feel bad. I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

Fezco kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment. “It’s done. But let’s promise not to ignore each other, ‘kay?”

You nodded then exhaled trying to calm yourself down. “Okay.”

“Good,” Fez replied. He stepped back from you, your hands dropping down beside you, then he grabbed your hand and began leading you to your spot at the table. “Now, let’s enjoy this food I made.”

“You made this,” you asked smiling as you looked down at the delicious food in the center of the table. Fez could hear the doubt in your voice.

He pulled your chair out for you before he answered. “Well, I paid for it and put it on the nice glass plates. That’s basically makin’ it.”

“You made it look nice. You didn’t make it,” you corrected, giggling at him. You reached your hand out on top of the table once Fez sat down across from you. He took that as a sign you wanted to hold his hand. He reached out, his fingers interlacing with yours. “I love it though,” you told him. Your voice sweet like the syrup on a snow cone. “And I love you,” you added, squeezing his hand.

Fez’s lips curled up into a smile. He knows you mean it. Despite whatever happens, you always mean it.  “Love you too, ma.”

[dawnthequeen]

PROMISE

title: promise

character: steven hyde x reader

warnings: alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of virginity, mentions of assault, cursing, semi frequent use of l/n (last name), zen masters (jackie x hyde) if u squint

summary: when you met the boys, you made a promise to never date any of them. though this gets harder and harder to follow as you all get older and more attractive.

disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3

word count: 2972

part two

You were a maneater. At least, that’s what your friends said and you didn’t necessarily disagree. In your mere 17 years of life, you had accumulated nearly 30 boyfriends. In a town like Pointplace, there weren’t very many eligible bachelors, and it didn’t help that you swore off dating the hottest one.

Years prior, at the very beginning of middle school, when you had met Kelso, Foreman, and Hyde, you made a promise. You promised to yourself, and to them, that you would never date them. You enjoyed their company a lot, which is exactly why you didn’t want to risk dating any of them.

Naturally, as time progressed and Fez joined the group, he was included in the group of boys you wouldn’t date, though in all honesty, you probably never would have dated him regardless.

As you got older, you had started to ever so slightly regret your promise because as you got older, so did the boys, and oh boy, was one of them hot.

Hyde was gorgeous and exactly your type. But did you think Hyde was hot because he was your type, or did you think he was hot because he set the standard for your type? The world may never know.

To put those feelings aside, you upped the ante on your dating game. You were the most “desirable” out of your friend group except for maybe Donna or Jackie. You dated jocks, nerds, stoners, and basically any other clique in your high school.

That led you to now, walking into Eric Foreman’s basement, which is where you usually were, waiting for a guy to show up for a date.

You wore a pretty black dress and your signature green bomber jacket.

Donna was the first to look over, whistling with a grin. “Damn! You look great.”

Jackie looked over, gasping a little and pushing up off of Kelso to rush over to you. “That dress is gorgeous!! Much better than what you usually wear.” She looked over the dress.

You giggled at the backhanded compliment. It was something you were used to with Jackie, and you found it endearing. “Thanks! Got it just for the date. Definitely keeping it, though.”

Hyde raised a brow. “You don’t usually dress up for dates. Must really like the guy, huh?” You didn’t notice it then, but he shifted uncomfortably, his posture tensing.

“Damn it!! Stupid lucky guy, getting (L/N) to dress up all nice for him..” Kelso crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

“At least we get to be blessed with the sight.” Fez sighed happily.

“I don’t know, I don’t really like him.” You shrugged. “He’s just takin’ me somewhere fancy, figured it was the least I could do.”

“Well, you look great. Hope you have fun.” Donna got up, patting you on the back.

“Thanks!! I’ll swing by after, yeah?”

“We’ll leave the door unlocked.” Eric commented, smiling.

“Great!” You heard a honk outside. “That’s my queue. Cya!” You grinned, heading out the door.

Hyde rolled his eyes, or, that’s what everyone assumed. It was a little hard to tell with the glasses. “Doesn’t even have the decency to knock, and she’s giving this guy a shot?” He scoffed.

“Someone sounds jeaaalouusss!!” Kelso snickered.

“I’m not jealous. I just think (L/N) could do better than some dude who can’t even knock on the door.”

“It’s okay if you’re jealous, Hyde! I mean, she’s going out with a popular jock. It makes sense you’d feel insecure.” Jackie returned to her spot next to Kelso.

“Why would I care?”

“It’s obvious you guys have a little back and forth thing.” Jackie giggled.

Donna hummed, leaning against the couch. “I figured you guys would’ve at least made out by now.”

Hyde scoffed. “Never gonna happen. She literally swore off ever dating me, Foreman, and Kelso.”

“Is that all that’s stopping you?” Eric raised a brow.

“No.” Hyde was almost too quick to answer. What he didn’t say was that he thought you were out of his league. He was a teenage dirtbag, and while you were their friend, you also were more of a social floater than anything. You dated jocks and the most popular guys in school. He’d be stupid to think you could ever be interested in dating him..

Right?

..

It had been a couple of hours since you left, and everyone had sort of faded out. Eric retreated upstairs to his room, heading to bed, and everyone else had returned to their respective houses.. Everyone except for Hyde, that is, as he had found himself recently staying in the Foreman’s basement after an incident with his Mom.

He lounged on the couch, taking a puff from a blunt that he had rolled when he heard the door open.

You stumbled in, reeking of cheap booze. More importantly, though, you had visibly been crying. Your mascara left streaks down your face, and your nose was red and puffy.

“What happened?” Hyde sat up straight, stiffening. Did that guy hurt you? He would kick his ass if he hurt you–

“That guy was a douche.” You huffed. “Got me drunk, then tried to get laid.” You wobbled over to the couch, sitting next to him. You held out your hand, and Hyde got the message, passing you the blunt.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Pushed him off.” You deeply inhaled the smoke before blowing it out, sighing. “Sucks. Used to it, but it sucks.”

“You’re used to it?” He stared at you, a little bewildered.

“Most guys get pissy when I won’t sleep with them.” You kicked off your heels, leaning back. “Don’t wanna lose my virginity to some guy I don’t even like.. Is that bad?” You looked at him, frowning.

“That’s not a bad thing.” He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “Plenty of people wanna save it for someone special. Like the whole til marriage shit.” He shrugged.

“Guess so..” You looked down before smiling, nudging him. “Why can’t every guy be as nice as you?”

He raised a brow. “You think I’m nice?”

“Yeahh!” You grinned, your slurring words the evidence of the alcohol still in your system. “In your own way. Liike, you may not act like it, but I think you care about everyone. At least a little. Like when you took Jackie to prom! Or now, you’re comforting me after a shitty date.”

“If you keep goin’ you’re gonna make my ego big.” He snickered.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Shut upp.. Point iss, you’re super sweet in your own way, and that’s what mattersss..”

He wrapped his arm around you. “You flatter me too much.”

After you didn’t respond, he looked over and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed a little, propping you up and then picking you up. He took you to his room, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in.

He sat down next to you, watching you for a second. You looked so completely and utterly peaceful. He let out a breath before standing up.

Was your promise all that was stopping him from pursuing you?

He stood still for a second before heading to the door and flipping off the light. “Night, doll.”

..

You were very confused when you woke up the next morning, and you were in Hyde’s bed. You were still in the same clothes from the night before, and there was no evidence that anyone else had been in bed with you, so you felt pretty confident that you didn’t sleep together.

You scooted off of the mattress, getting up and peeking your head out the door. You didn’t see anyone in the basement, so you figured it must’ve been earlier in the day. You walked around, spotting a blanket on the couch, and you figured Hyde must’ve slept on it. But, he was nowhere to be found.

You decided to head upstairs and hopefully wash your face, maybe even get a change of clothes that Laurie left behind.

When you opened the door to the basement, you hissed a little upon seeing that the Foreman family were all sitting around the table, eating breakfast like the classic sitcom family.

You turned around, trying to tiptoe down the hallway when the floor board underneath you squeaked. You hissed, turning around when you heard Kitty’s voice behind you. “Y/N? Is that you? This early in the morning?”

You turned around, smiling awkwardly. “Ah.. Yeah, sorry. I um– I let myself in.”

Kitty gasped a little, getting up from her chair. “Goodness! You look awful!”

You assumed she was referencing your tear smudged makeup. “Yyyeah.. Rough night.”

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She put a hand on your shoulder, ushering you through the hall.

That left the boys in the kitchen. Red looked at Hyde, raising a brow. “You slept on the couch last night.

Hyde paused. “Yup.” He shoved a bite of his food in his mouth.

“Did she stay over?” Red leaned back in his chair, eyeing the curly haired boy.

Eric whistled lowly. “Dang, Hyde. Maybe Jackie was right about you being jealous.”

Hyde rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. She had a crappy date and passed out. I didn’t wanna wake her up just to make her leave.”

Red looked at him for a second before raising his brows. “Well, that was nice. But you two really need to stop letting random kids crash here.” He cringed.

..

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom with Kitty. You washed your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were a little swollen, but it was nothing major. You sighed a little before Kitty spoke. “I’ll get some clothes from Laurie’s room for you to change into. I can wash your clothes for you.”

You smiled at her, nodding. “That’d be appreciated, thank you.” You took off your jacket, handing it to her.

She smiled at you, taking your jacket before freezing when she saw your wrists.

You hadn’t realized it, but the jackass that you went on a date with had left bruises on you when he was trying to get handsy.

“Did.. Someone..” Kitty trailed off.

“No! No, no. Nothing like that. I, uh, I pushed him off of me.” You reassured her.

She frowned. “Oh, dear.. That had to have been hard.”

You looked to the side, frowning a little. “...Yeah.”

She put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Well, you’re safe now. And you’ll have clean clothes soon enough.” She smiled, heading out the door and getting you some clothes.

Laurie’s clothes were comfortable. Kitty got you a pretty simple tank top and some pajama pants, which you didn’t mind. She told you she’d let you know when your clothes were clean, so you made your way down to the basement. It had been about an hour since you had seen Hyde and Eric since you took a shower during that time.

The usual group had gathered in the basement during that time, watching something stupid on TV. You made your way down the stairs, running a hand through your hair.

You casually walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch, putting you next to Kelso and Jackie. Only then did everyone realize you were there.

“Hey (L/N)!” Donna grinned, raising a teasing eyebrow. “How was your hot date–” She paused when she saw your appearance. Slightly swollen eyes and bruised wrists were the first thing to stand out.

“Jeez! You look awful!” Jackie looked over at you, and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out. She sounded just like Kitty.

You hummed. “The date was shit, but it’s cool. Didn’t really like the guy anyway, and I got free food.” You shrugged it off.

Hyde watched you, his eyes drifting down your body before they landed on your wrists. He didn’t see that the night before. You really did have to fight off that douche-bag.

Donna got up from where she was next to Eric, going to the back of the couch and hugging you. “Aw.. I’m sorry, babe. You can do better anyway.”

“Like Hyde said yesterday, you could do way better than a guy who honks!” Fez hummed, nodding to himself.

You blinked, looking in Hyde’s direction, seeing him shrug. “It’s true.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and your eyes soften, but before you could dwell on the butterflies in your stomach, you heard a honk from outside. You all paused, and Eric looked in your direction. “Do you have another date?”

You shook your head, getting up off the couch. “Who could that be?” You went to the door, opening it and going up the outside stairs, spotting a familiar car. “..Oh god.”

The guy you had gone out with the day before got out of his car, spotting you. “(Y/N)-- Can we talk?”

You grimaced, crossing your arms. “Why?”

You could hear your friends gathering up behind you as you walked up the driveway.

“Listen, I get kind of weird when I’m drunk, I didn’t mean to be so pushy.” The boy frowned, looking down at you.

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “And I suppose you didn’t mean to ditch me and make me walk home too then?”

“You had to walk here?” Before you knew it, Hyde was by your side, looking at you.

You looked at him, frowning a little before shrugging. “Yeah. It’s–”

“Please, just– just give me another chance.” The boy stepped closer to you, trying to grab your shoulders.

Hyde stepped between you, pushing the guy away by his chest. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“And who do you think you are?” The guy stood up straight, getting in Hyde’s face.

“I’m her friend. And I don’t appreciate how you treated her.”

“Well, frankly, I think it’s none of your business how I treat her.”

“It kind of is when she busts into my basement crying.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I was just trying to have some fun.” The guy rolled his eyes. “And the bitch was basically asking for it with that dress–”

Hyde punched him, and he held his bleeding nose. The guy growled, throwing a punch at Hyde, and before you knew it, they were fighting. You squeaked, reaching your hand out. “H– hey there’s no need to fight it’s fine–”

The guy elbowed you. Right in the eye.

You hissed, holding your face. “Fuck–”

Hyde looked between you and the guy for a split second before he nailed his knee into his stomach. “You’d seriously fucking hit a chick?! What is wrong with you?!”

The guy coughed, holding his stomach and backing up toward his car, hurrying in.

“Yeah, screw off!” Hyde called after him, looking over to you.

Donna and Jackie rushed over to you, Donna, holding your shoulders. “O– ow shit– How bad is it?” You moved your hand off of your eye.

Jackie hissed. “Yikes. That’s gonna bruise. But it’s okay!! I have some absolutely great makeup that’ll cover it up, no problem!”

You giggled a little through the pain. “Ah, I don’t think that’s my biggest concern–” You looked in Hyde’s direction. “Are you okay?”

..

You and Hyde were left alone in the basement as the others were grabbing some stuff to help with your current conditions. Donna and Eric were getting an ice pack, Jackie was getting her makeup, and Kelso and Fez… Well, they were doing something.

You held a warm washcloth, dabbing at the little cuts and bruises on Hyde’s face. It was one of the few times you had seen him without his glasses for such a long period of time.

Once you were done, you sighed, smiling at him. “Y’know, you don’t need to get into fights for me.”

Hyde leaned back. “What? For you? Nah, the guy just had a very punchable face.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Right, right, my bad.”

He straightened up a little, clearing his throat. “Well, uh, are you good? I mean, that guy said some pretty nasty things..”

You shrugged a little, looking down. “I’m all good. He’s not the first guy to react like that to me rejecting them. He is the first guy to give me a black eye though.”

At the mention of your black eye, Hyde leaned forward, pushing your hair out of your face and oh so carefully touching your cheek. “Does it hurt?”

You stared at him, your breath hitching. “A little.”

He seemed to take in the fact that the two of you were mere inches away. He swallowed, looking down at you. “(L/N).. I uh.. I didn’t like that you went out with that guy.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “Why? Because he was like– a douche?”

“I mean, yeah, but I think it was ‘cause I uh…” He licked his lips. “I might, uh..”

Before he could say what he had on his mind, Donna and Eric made their way down the stairs, and you and Hyde quickly scooted away from each other.

Donna handed you the ice pack, and you pressed it to your eye, hissing a little.

“Jackie will be back with her makeup pretty soon, but I’d suggest not putting it on at least until the swelling goes a little down.” Donna hummed.

“Yeah, she–” Eric had started to go on a ramble about something, but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were on Hyde, who had casually gone back to his chair, acting as if your moment didn’t happen.

Was he going to say he liked you? What would that mean for your relationship? You were attracted to him, you had to admit, but did you like him?

Should you break your promise? 

[cloveroctobers]

PART iii.

Here you’ll find all fall prompts written during autumn’s 2023 season 🪱🌩️ 🏚️🧡

MAKE MY DAY — Luca x the bear

TIPTOEING — Willie Jack x Reservation Dogs

DOPAMINE — Fezco x Euphoria

TRUST — Ruby Matthews | S*x Education

CITY IS A GRAVEYARD — Rio x Good Girls

PEARLS — Joe x Ginny & Georgia

METAMORPHOSIS — Carmen Berzatto x The Bear

TERRIFIED — Hector x Black Mirror

WE GET BY — Guero x Mayans MC

MUST BE THE PLACE — Leo Usher x TFOTHOU

IMAGINING — Evan Buckley x 911

LOOPING — Richie Jerimovich x the bear

TRUE ROMANCE — Tara Carpenter x Scream

[infernalodie]

𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want “change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”