#fezco blurb

[mswritergirl02]

Jealousy Jealousy.

In which y/n is a bit toxic and can't help but feel jealous when Lexi and Fez hangout.

Pairing : Fezco X Female Reader

->Reader advisory: This writing includes explicit language and references to substances. It may not be suitable for all readers.

A/N: I'm now accepting requests

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Y/N was excited for her Friday night plans. She had decided to surprise Fezco, her boyfriend, by bringing over a pepperoni pizza and some of his favorite snacks. She hoped they could watch a movie together and maybe smoke a little. Y/n didn't smoke often but when she did it was usually with Fez. The idea of spending quality time with Fez always made her heart flutter. Y/n knocked twice and waited anxiously.

As she stood in front of Fez's door, balancing the pizza box and snacks in her arms, she couldn't wait to see his smile. But instead of Fezco, it was Lexi Howard, her best friend Cassie's sister who greeted her with wide eyes.

Lexi's heart skipped a beat when she saw Y/N standing there with the pizza and snacks. She knew Y/N well, having witnessed her fiery personality in action many times before. Y/N was fiercely loyal to Cassie, Lexi's sister, and would always stand up for her, no matter what. Lexi had seen Y/N's temper flare in arguments and watched her boldly defend Cassie from anyone who dared to cross her.

Now, facing Y/N's intense gaze, Lexi felt a surge of fear. Not to mention Lexi and Fez had just smoked so she was panicking, scared that Y/N knew she was high.

"Lexi?" Y/N's voice broke through the tense silence, her confusion evident.

Lexi swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. "Hey, Y/N" she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, the weight of the pizza box suddenly feeling heavier in her arms. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone sharp with suspicion.

Lexi's nerves prickled under Y/N's scrutiny, her mind racing for an explanation.

"-I was just...hanging out with Fezco," she stammered, her voice wavering

Y/N's frustration boiled over, her suspicions pushing her to continue pressing Lexi. "Hanging out, huh?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"And what exactly were you 'hanging out' doing? Chatting about the weather?

" I was keeping him company ?”

Y/N's voice grew louder at Lexis comment, "Keeping him company?”

“What does that even mean, Lexi?" she demanded. Y/n's face was now bright red, the redness creeping up to her ears, and a nervous twitch now flickering beneath her eye.

"No, um, Fez just invited me because I was nervous about my play, and we ended up watching Stand By Me," Lexi hurriedly clarified, her words slightly rushed.

"And... and smoking a little," she added hesitantly.

Y/N's eyes narrowed at Lexi's response, her suspicions confirmed. "Smoking?" she echoed, her voice filled with anger. "So you're just here to get high with my boyfriend?" Her words were sharp and laced with accusation.

"Get the fuck away from the door, Lexi," Y/N spat.

Lexi glanced back at the empty couch, seeing that Fez was now gone. "He must've gone to the bathroom," she muttered, stepping back reluctantly.

Just as Y/N stepped inside the house, Fez came walking down the hallway, a half-smoked blunt tucked behind his ear. "Yo, Lexi, gonna lock u-" Fez began, before his eyes fell upon Y/N sitting on his couch, legs crossed with pizza box next to her.

Fez recognized the look on Y/N's face and the twitching of her eye having seen her like this many times before. She was mad.

"Hey, ma," Fez greeted Y/N with a smile.

"Explain," Y/N said, jabbing a finger in Lexi's direction.

Fez scratched the back of his buzzed head, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he glanced between Y/N's angry face and Lexi's nervous stance.

"Explain what ma ?" he grunted, his tone thick with confusion. "I was just watching a movie with Lexi, ain't seein' nothin' wrong."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, "Explain why the fuck she's here, Fez.”

Fezco's face scrunched up as he tried to piece things together. "I ain't know you was comin' through, ma,". "Just thought she needed someone to talk to, you feel me?"

Y/N's face tightened with anger. "Why's she in here with you while I'm bringing you food?" She questioned, her voice rising.

Fezco looked unsure. "Again, I ain't know you was comin', ma," he admitted, feeling kinda guilty. "I thought Lexi needed some company to talk about her play and shit"

Suddenly, Ash popped out of his room, the look of annoyance plastered on his face. "What's with all the noise?" he grumbled.

Ash spotted the pizza next to Y/n and grabbed a slice. "Oh, shit, you got pizza"

He then took a second to look between the three figures staring at him and pieced together what was happening.

"Looks like you're gonna get your ass beat by Y/n", Ash smirked.

Fez rolled his eyes, shooting Ash a glare, "Bro shut the fuck up."

"Yo go back to yo room," Fez said noticing that Ash was making himself comfortable on the couch next to Y/n.

Ash grinned mischievously, taking another bite. "Nah, I'm stayin" he replied, enjoying the drama. "This is getting good."

Y/N's frustration grew noticing Fez wasn't paying attention to her. "And what about the smoking'?" she pressed.

"Was that part of your hangout?"

Fez put his fingers to his ears remembering the half-smoked blunt he placed there. "Um, yeah, me and Lex smoked a bit," he confessed, rubbing his neck nervously.

Suddenly, Y/N noticed something that sparked her anger even further. "The fuck did you just call her?" she snapped.

If Y/N wasn’t seeing red before she definitely was now.

Fez blinked, taken aback by Y/N's sudden outburst. "Uh, I..I mean Lexi," he stammered.

Ash, who had been quietly munching on pizza, perked up at the confrontation.

"Ooh, drama," he muttered, taking another bite.

Y/N stood up, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the fuck are you still doing here?" she spat, turning her attention to Lexi, who was shrinking into the corner.

Lexi scrambled nervously to grab her purse, whispering a quick goodbye to Fez as she rushed out of the door.

Y/N walked up to Fez, jabbing her pointer finger harshly into his forehead emphasizing her frustration.

"Lex?" she said mockingly. "Lex?!" she repeated, continuing to shove her finger into his skin.

Ash smirked, sensing the opportunity to exit. "And that's my sign to leave," he declared, grabbing the box of pizza and walking off to his room but not before shooting a smirk at Fez and adding "Good luck, bro", to which Fez flipped him off

Y/n raised her finger to jab Fez's forehead once more, but he caught her wrist firmly, stopping her in her tracks. "I told you to stop that shit long time ago," he grunted, his voice rough.

"I don't give a fuck," she shot back, her tone sharp. "Why the hell are you inviting girls over to smoke and acting all lovey-dovey with them on the couch?"

Fezco was now beginning to get annoyed "You need to chill ma," he stated, his voice rising as he tried to assert his point. He hated when she got like this.

"We just watched 'Stand By Me,' for real. What's your deal?"

Now their argument had escalated into a screaming match, with neither willing to back down. Y/N reached for Fez's pants pocket. "Give me your phone then if you aren't hiding anything," she demanded, her eyes flashing with determination.

Fezco snapped, his patience long gone, he moved her hand away. "Yo, you trippen, chill the fuck out!'

"So no?" she added, raising an eyebrow. "No?!"

"Fine!" she declared, pulling out her phone and began typing a message.

Fezco's eyes narrowed snatching the phone from her hands when he saw her click on Elliot's name.

"What the fuck you doing, Y/N?"

"Yo you fucking for real?" he exclaimed, his anger boiling over as he read the message she was about to send.

From Y/N: Hey Elliot, you wanna watch a movie? We could smoke. I have some weed.

Fez's brows furrowed, "Yo and whose stash we talking 'bout?" he demanded.

Y/N's smirk widened looking to piss him off even more, "Yours baby."

Fezco's eyes narrowed. "Quit playin' games shortie," he growled, his voice taking on a low menacing tone.

He knew she was trying to push his buttons, and it was working like a charm.

"Or what?", she questioned.

"Yo, you tryna get Elliot's ass beat?" he snapped, his voice laced with warning. "Keep saying that shit, I ain't fucking with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Elliot can handle himself."

He clenched his jaw, "You think this a joke, huh?" he countered. "Trust me, you don't wanna go there."

Fez now towered over her, his piercing blue eyes clouded with anger. "Quit playing these fucking games wit me ma," his voice was low and dangerous as he lifted her chin to fully meet his eyes, giving her a final warning.

His other hand twitched. The urge to hurl her phone against the wall was almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure before he did something he'd regret. With a heavy sigh, he deleted the message and set her phone down. Deep down, he knew she was just hurt and didn't mean anything by the message. This left him feeling guilty for the tension between them.

Realizing that Y/N had a valid point and knowing he just wanted to de-escalate the argument, Fez softened his tone slightly. "Ma you gotta chill out," he continued, his voice gentler now. "We just watched a movie and smoked, that's it. I wouldn't do you like that."

"Lexi's just a friend, she was hella nervous about a play she's putting on and needed a friend."

Fez handed Y/N his phone, his gesture a sign of trust. "Check it, ma. There's nothing on it," he urged.

I'm sorry, ma," Fez stated.

Fez's apology hung in the air, but Y/N remained stubborn, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at the phone he held out to her.

"I'm sorry, ma," Fez repeated, setting his phone on the coffee table next to hers and reaching out to gently touch her arm

Y/N pulled away slightly, her expression still guarded. " I don't know, Fez," she murmured, her tone hesitant.

Fezco sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "C'mon, baby," he pleaded, using the nickname he knew she couldn't resist.

" I messed up having her here without you knowin, I know. But you gotta believe me, ain't nothing going on with Lexi. You're the only one for me."

Y/N's eyes softened as she looked into his pleading eyes.

"My feelings were hurt, Fez," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"But I'm sorry for the way I acted. I might have overreacted."

Fezco pulled her close, landing a kiss on her lips before pressing his forehead against hers. "It's all good ma, he reassured her, his voice filled with affection.

"We all mess up sometimes."

As they pulled apart, Y/N met his gaze, feeling a pang of guilt. "I feel bad for scaring Lexi, I probably ruined her high," she confessed, her voice laced with remorse.

Fezco chuckled, shaking his head. "Hell yeah, yo you scary as fuck when you get like that," he joked, wrapping her into a tight hug and squeezing her ass playfully. "You crazy as fuck ma but that's why I love you”

Masterlist

[jeyramarie]

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

thank you :) i hope you like this!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure you don’t want no Fentanyl?” 

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

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

“No.” You whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” You whispered. 

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

“I-i’m good, actually.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want a couple of patches, girl?"

"Uh... okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." Custer chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And like every day before that, he did.

[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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BAE IM BACK

fezco, Friends with benefits, soft dom if ya can :)

“Use your words” and “did I stutter?”

ILY

As you wish friend.

"Didn't know you were coming tonight." Fez mutters as he pulls down my skirt in one seamless movement and I bite my lip to bite back the moan that so desperately wants to escape me.

"Wanted to see you. Haven't seen you since you fucked me in your car last week. Not nice to ditch a lady." I find his lips quickly, letting him take me into his arms and dominate the kiss, his hand cradling the back of my neck as his thumb presses into the side of my throat. I moan against him as my brain fogs, his lips parting from mine as he shuffles out of his jeans, shoving them to his ankles as he spins me around to press against the bathroom sink.

"See me now?" He asks, reaching around me to grab my chin so I can see him in the mirror, my breaths coming out in short gasps. I give him a weak nod as I desperately press my hips back into him, wiggling playful to try to get him to do something- anything. "Use your words." He whispers in my ear, nose dragging against my cheek as I moan wantonly.

"Fuck me now, Fez." I grit, pleased with myself for actually managing to voice what I want from him, even if it took my brain a few seconds to process it. But it's hard to think of anything but his fingers gripping my hips and the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my ass.

"Yeah?" He asks, pressing heated kisses to the curve of my spine, grinding against me in a taunting manner. My breath catches in my throat as I push back against him once more.

"Did I stutter?"

"Damn-what's with the attitude, doll." He laughs, dragging the tip of his swollen cock against my slit, slowly and anticipatory excitement floods my mind as he smirks. "You know me, I always take care of you."

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[a-aexotic]

platonic headcanons of reader who is fez's sister? (protective fez but like i'm a platonic way ykyk)

—cw’s: she/her pronouns, mentions of killing & shooting someone (briefly) but just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything

fez is naturally kind of laid back

but when it comes to his sister, he will go to hell and back to make sure NO ONE touches her

fez will go all “new years party” on them if anyone dares to make you sad, or worse, hurt you in any physical way

he treats you like rue, only 100000x more 😭

speaking of rue, you & her are very close

so naturally she’s also protective of you

you’re younger than both of them, so that also adds to their protectiveness

OMG AND ASHTRAY

bro will literally kill ANYONE for ANYTHING for you

he loves you sooo much because you grew up with him

you saw him when he was a baby so ash feels like he can act like a kid around you

fez is more of a dad figure at this point

a core memory for you and ash is christmas morning a few years ago

you guys hadn’t really celebrated christmas but fez decided to surprise you guys with gifts

it wasn’t the gifts that really stuck with you guys, it was the memory itself

it was the three of you guys, sitting around a lazily decorated tree with a few gifts with hot cocoa in your hands, and huge smiles on your faces and the echoing laughter of all three of you

fez takes on a paternal role for the both of you

anyways, yeah, fez would take (or fire) a bullet for you<3

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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.

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TROPES.

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HEAD CANNONS.

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[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! 

[botphobiaa]

FEZCO FLUFF

a/n. just a short blurb with fez :).

also my theme has gotten so messed up, its kind of hard to decide how to write everything.

warnings. description of blood, mixed with glass.

fezco believed life was fair, he believed that everyone got what they got because of the choices they’ve committed in the past. but he believes that your life with him is not fair, not in terms of him being too good for you, but in the case that you deserve more than him. 

the idea is only further pushed and engraved in his mind as you clean him up after the fight with nate. the tears in your eyes make his heart break a little, but the way that you try and talk to him with soothing and caring words melts it at the same time. 

the way your hands are slightly trembling from the sight of his bloody knuckles with glass shards pushed into them, yet you still try your hardest to look strong for him. he realizes it’s not fair to you, and he wants desperately to make it right for you. because it’s you. 

“you have that look on your face again,” your sweet voice interrupts his thoughts and he brings his blue eyes to meet your (e/c) ones. you have a sweet smile on your face, one that he knows is genuine and he can’t help the small grin that’s making its way onto his. 

“i don’t got a look ma’.” he mumbles, he never liked talking loud, but it didn’t bother you. after all, you were plenty loud enough for the both of you. 

“you do, it’s the one where you start doubting,” you mumbled, grabbing the tweezers from next to you, and gently pulling the glass shards from his knuckles as he tried his hardest not to move. his eyes focused on your steady hands and your lip that’s being chewed within your front teeth from pure concentration. 

“d’you blame me?” he mumbled, making you look up at him with sad eyes as you frown. 

carefully placing down the tweezers, you turn your full attention to his face. your hands gently reach up to cup his face as you put your forehead gently on his, moving your faces to close proximity. in a position that was so domestic, and cute, that it made him feel safe. 

“you’re the best person i have ever met, fez.” you mumbled, rubbing small circles on his cheeks that had a bit of stubble on it. the roughness and prickliness made you smile as you brought your lips to kiss his nose. 

“and i will spend every day making you realize that, as long as it takes.” you said quietly, littering kisses on his face that made him smile widely. he let out a small chuckle as you tried to place a kiss everywhere that was visible on his face, and he wished he could’ve stayed like this all day with you. 

[dierwolves]

fezco x reader; old flame #5

notes: does anybody still want me to write this? i don't know, but i'm stubborn as hell so i'm gonna try to finish this even if i post one chapter a year. also, i haven't watched season 2 of 'euphoria' yet, so i might catch up with that and try to keep writing this according to season 2, we'll see

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

“How the hell did you know?”

“Ash tipped me off”.

Fez was looking at you as if you had grown a second head. Or as if he wanted to rip your dress off and get on with you in the very couch he was sitting at. It wouldn’t take him much effort, given the costume you had decided to put on for the Halloween party. Ash had told you that Fez was going to be wearing a Scarface costume, so you got on Amazon, bought a blonde wig and a blue satin dress with a slit on the left side and your Elvira Hancock costume was all set.

“Remind me to give him a raise, ‘cause damn”.

“So you like my costume?”

“Was hoping for a sexy nurse costume, but fuck, this is way better.”

You rolled your eyes while you walked to sit next to him, avoiding a couple of teenagers making out on the couch. When you sat, he was quick to move his hand your bare left thigh and move forward to kiss you. He was slow, but it wasn’t like the kisses he gave you to greet you back from work or before you left. It was the way he kissed when he wanted to start something.

“Wow, no small talk first? Not gonna buy me a drink? Something to eat?”

“Imma be eating something soon enough.”

“Well, that’s straight-forward. What happened to my shy Fez who couldn’t even look at me in the way without stuttering?”

“Nah, that’s it, you’re gonna get it now.”

He stood up quickly, grabbed your hand and led you through the crowded house, bumping shoulders with every sweaty teenager attending the party. Soon, he had taken you to some type of office, with a desk in the center and columns of books on the walls. He locked the door.

“Where are we?”

“Don’t know, don’t fucking care.”

He didn’t give you much time to talk, he started kissing you again, this time more forcefully, as if you were running out of time. You looped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, while his hands moved from the small of your back to your ass, groping it obscenely. A moan escaped your lips, which only seemed to fuel him more. He hoisted you up, helping you sit on the edge of the desk.

“Are you sure they’re not gonna be looking for you? You have quite de clientele out there”. While you spoke, you took the straps of your dress and took them off, the blue dress pooling around your abdomen, where the waist of the dress grew tighter, and whatever he was going to say died on his lips, eyes glued to your chest.

“Fuck ‘em. It’s been too long, I’ve missed this pussy.” He cupped between your legs, making you whimper and close your legs, trapping his hand inbetween. He moved his head to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way from there to your chest. While he started sucking your left nipple, you moved your hand to the zipper of his pants, but he swatted your hand softly. “Ain’t got no time for that. Said I was hungry, didn’t I?”

He got on his knees and started gathering the skirt of your dress and raising it up. You moved around trying to help him, and he used the opportunity to pull you underwear off. Wasting no time, he moved his mouth to your core, licking softly and leaving kisses over your outer lips, but avoiding where you wanted him more.

“C’mon Fez, don’t be a tease.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He finally moved his head to your clit, moving his tongue around it and sucking it in between. You laid back against the desk, opening your legs a little wider to give him better access. After a while, he inserted two fingers in your pussy, making you snap your hips forward in reflex.

He chuckled against your core. “That good, ma?”

You could only answer with a moan, brain too foggy, cheeks flaming hot at what was currently going on. He kept moving his hand in a steady rythm while his tongue played with the most sensitive part of your sex. He didn’t need to work much longer for you to start feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure becoming too much on your lower belly. “Fez.” His name was the only thing your mouth could articulate at that moment, but he didn’t much else to know what was about to happen.

“I know, darling. Don’t fight it. Want you to come in my mouth.”

With those words from him and a long and deep moan from you, you felt pleasure pooling in your abdomen, and your walls clenching around his fingers. When he felt your walls relaxing, his fingers left your core, leaving one last kiss on top of your clit before standing up.

While you were busy trying to catch your breath, he raised your underwear back up, made sure to put the dress back in it place and helped you back to your feet. He kissed you softly, replacing the passion from before with a much more delicate kiss, slower and sweeter. His teasing smirk contrasted his soft kiss.

“You ready to go back out there or do you need time to pull yourself together, darling?”

“Oh, shut up, shithead.”

Laughing, he grabbed your hand and led you outside, following the same path you had walked previously, to go back to the sofa. This time, he sat you on top of his lap, keeping a hand firmly on the thigh that was exposed by the slit of your dress. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, only for you to know.

“Are you coming home with me tonight or you got an early shift tomorrow?”

“Nah, I’m free tomorrow. Besides, I need to return the favor.”

[nexusnyx]

Are you planning on making more stories about Fezco?

if the inspiration comes, then sure!

if anyone wants to drop some prompts in my inbox, feel welcome.

[latoyalestrange]

ya’ll….i am so sorry lmao

besties, i’m officially back. here’s a new list of fandoms in writing for <3

dale cooper x reader

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

fezco x reader

harry potter x reader

ron weasley x reader

[babeydollx]

🍑 Fezco Masterlist 🍑

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

| 🍑 - Smut | 🍒 - Fluff | 🍓 - Angst | 🍋 - Dark Content |

🍑 Imagines, Blurbs, & Drabbles 🍑

↳ Over The Phone 🍑

🍑 Series/Parters 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

🍑 Headcannons 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Alright, I've been going through Fezco fever and brain rot lately. I am so thankful to have found your blog and be able to read your amazing fics, they feed my soul in the best ways possible!! I simply can not get this idea out of my head, what if Fez has a gf who usually wears pants and hoodies but one day is in a tank top and shorts, revealing almost her entire body is covered in bright and colorful tattoos.

OKAY WAIT I love this.

The weather is unforgiving, the sun beating down hard on California today, leaving zero room for any baggy, comfortable clothes. The weather is strip-worthy, every piece of clothing that I put on just sticks uncomfortably to my body, a cringed smile on my lips as I tear through my closet.

Ending up in a comfortable pair of breathable shorts and a tight tank top, no bra (thank god), my hands rest on my hips as I stare at myself in the reflection, biting anxiously at my lip. The colorful drawings that litter my skin are not something I'm actively hiding from Fez but I never know with new men in my life. I had been dumped in the past just for having this many tattoos, other men complaining and worrying that it might be 'too much' for me to meet their mothers.

Fez isn't like that though.

Right?

I mean, the only person in his life that I needed to impress is Ashtray and it's safe to say that I'm one of his best friends. He adores me so what else do I have to worry about?

By the time I make it to Fez's house, I see that their door is firmly shut, probably trapping the cold air inside as they light up all day. There was a heat stroke warning put out this morning so Fez made the ultimate decision to close shop today, spending it at home with Ash and inviting me over to join in the fun.

Stepping into the apartment, I call out Fezco's name timidly, hearing the TV in the living room in the background. Ash sits with his back to me, typing away at his computer as guns fire on his screen. He tilts his head back, sending me a nod of acknowledgement and I quickly sneak by him without confrontation or questions.

"Aye babe, I-" My head cranes to see Fez coming down the hallway to my left, my stomach dropping as his brows pull together eagerly, eyes raking over my exposed skin. I've never seen him this awake and aware, most of the time being too consumed with marijuana and overall calmness. "Wow." He mumbles, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck with red, freckled cheeks and I sway back and forth.

"Sorry I didn't tell you, I just get insecure sometimes-"

"Nah, hey, don't apologize. Don't got nothing to apologize for." He breathes out a laugh, stepping up to me to take my hands in his, urging me to spin around so he can get a better look. "Looks hot- real good. Badass even." I giggle, my head tipping back as my shoulders relax a bit at his comforting words.

"Yeah?" I ask breathlessly, eyes flickering back and forth between his as he smirks, tugging me back down the hall where he came from.

"Yeah. I think I gotta get a closer look."

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[lavender-blush]

When Fez and Lex are talking on the phone; the very end does Lexi have Fez’s sweater on her lap? It looks kinda faded. Lexi may have washed it.? Maybe she didn’t know how to wash and it faded? That could be funny when she returns it.

Are you talking about the last row of gifs in this post?

If yes, then I always just assumed it was her covers lol, but imagine Lexis embarrassment if she really ended up ruining his sweater somehow 😅

[yonduismarrypoppins]

…….

[likedovesinthewindd]

I have a request

So Ash is alive but Fez is in jail

So like Fez and the Reader have been dating for awhile like they're high school sweethearts (even tho he's a drop out) and before he got arrested she got pregnant.

Could you write how that looks. Like phone calls, and letters, and visits, but also write when he gets out and he gets to finally see his kid

hi love! ty for requesting🩷 idk if you wanted a little blurb but you got this big ass fic lmao, sorry i got carried away! also in this custer was never killed at Fez's house so he only got charged with drug possession and given like one or two years because he's a first time offender (i think?) ik it's all over the place but i hope you like it;)

fezco x pregnant!reader

warning: mentions of drugs/drug abuse, murder, jail, pregnancy, throwing up, giving birth, infant care, Fez's dad is mentioned once, religious imagery/mentions of praying, lots of crying.

wc: ± 4530

a/n: this is so similar to my other fez fic but also not at all lol. I tried changing it up as much as possible but there are def a lot of similarities I'm sorry. not proofread!

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

You and Fez met back when he was still in school, just before he had dropped out. He sat next to you in History and the two of you would only talk briefly, often just about things like what the date was or when the next period would be. He would occasionally crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment that would always catch you off guard.

He was a normally stoic and calm person; he didn't talk much and kept to himself most of the time. This made you appreciate the rare jokes and little bursts of personality even more. You quickly found yourself talking more and more with him, and he'd start greeting you when you passed each other in the hallways. You had considered him somewhat of a friend after a while. Maybe not the closest, but you valued the little time you two would spend together.

Then he started showing up to class less and less, and rumors had begun spreading around. A few weeks before he dropped out, he had asked you if he could copy your notes that he had missed while absent, and you agreed. He told you to drop them off at the convenience store his grandmother owned, because that's where he spent most of his afternoons.

You did this every time he didn't show up to class; you'd write him all the notes neatly and bring them to him at the store, and in return he'd let you take whatever you want from the shelves free of charge. You always took the same thing (a can of Sprite, a packet of Sun Chips and a pack of cherry flavored twizzlers), and after a while he had started keeping the three items at the counter, ready for you to grab when you came around. One day he asked you if you'd like to stay a while before heading home, and you spent your afternoons sitting on the roof of the convenience store eating your treats and talking about whatever came to mind.

You never asked him why he wasn't at school, or even asked yourself why you'd go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it was because you've always been way too nice for your own good, or maybe because you had a little crush on him. One day when you were on your way to give him the day's notes, he'd told you he was dropping out. When you asked why, he only replied with, "Have to take care of my grandma."

You didn't stop visiting him after he left school, and would go to the store every other afternoon, quietly doing your homework by the counter while he restocked the shelves. He never explicitly told you, but he enjoyed having you around. You never asked too many questions and you were always nice to him. He would say maybe too nice to count as just being friendly.

As time passed the two of you grew closer and closer. You had met his brother Ash and occasionally helped him with his grandmother, who you had only met briefly before she became ill, when you were making your rounds to drop of his notes.

A few months later he had asked you out, and you said yes. You haven't looked back since.

That was years ago, and this was now. Now, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet in the dead of night with a pregnancy test clasped tightly in your right hand, while the other covered your mouth in shock. The two red lines stared back at you tauntingly as you felt your head spin with anxiety.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Fez's baby and you had no idea how you were going to tell him. You finished up, washing your hands and face and made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared. You hid the test in the drawer you kept your underwear in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to return home.

He arrived eventually, but you couldn't find the strength in you to tell him. You knew you had to eventually, you couldn't possibly keep this a secret for too long, but you were terrified. You had no idea what his reaction would be, and you feared the worst.

The night you finally did get the courage to tell him, was the same night he decided to almost kill Nate at a New Year's Eve Party. Your plan had been derailed once again and that night you found yourself sitting in the bathroom while you silently cleaned the cuts on his hands. You knew you couldn't tell him then, he was still on edge and filled with adrenaline from everything that had transpired. He was definitely not in the correct headspace for a revelation like that.

Everything after that night was an absolutely downward spiral.

With Faye moving in, Mouse getting killed in your house and ultimately Fez getting arrested after Custer had ratted him out, you found yourself at your wits end. He had been arrested and taken away right before your eyes, and you felt completely helpless as you watched him get dragged out of the now ruined house, with a distraught Ash clinging to you like a lifeline.

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Fez was only given three years for drug possession with the intent to sell, considering he was a first-time offender. Three years may not have been much considering it could have been a much heavier sentence, but your stomach still churned at the thought that he would be away for that long. What about Ash and Marie? What about the store?

What about the baby?

You couldn't do this. It felt like the world was suddenly dropped on your shoulders as you watched the officers drag Fez out the court, and away from you.

You shot up from the uncomfy wooden bench and made your way to the closest bathroom, where you threw up the little food you managed to keep down this morning. When you finished you flushed the toilet and made your way to the sink to clean up. As you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror, everything struck you at once like cold water being thrown in your face.

You were going to be alone. Alone and pregnant, having to look after Ash (who God willing, they don't take away from you) and his grandmother. You hadn't even realized you were crying until your reflection became blurry and your breathing erratic.

You went back home that evening, with a dreadful feeling deep in the pit of your stomach for what the future holds.

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Fez had finally been approved for calls, and after not hearing anything from him in weeks you were ecstatic to finally hear his voice.

You had received a call from the jail where he was, following all the necessary steps and pressing all the necessary buttons before you got to talk with him. When you heard his voice say your name you had to stop yourself from breaking down right beside the telephone. It hadn't even been a month and you already missed him more than words could describe.

He said your name again in a questioning tone and you realized that you hadn't said anything in return.

"Fez?" was all you could force from wobbly lips as your grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah baby, it's me," he said quietly. "I miss you," you said trying your hardest not to sob. Gosh, you couldn't even think about asking him how he was doing, you just wanted him to know how much you needed him right now.

"I miss you too baby, so fucking much," he replied, "how are things going that side?" You inhaled sharply before answering. "I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I'm still trying to figure everything out right now. But okay I guess."

He hummed. "What about Ashtray, he around? Can I talk to him?" he asked. "Of course," you said before calling out to Ash, who was over the moon when he finally got to speak to his brother after so long. You saw him smile for the first time in months, and you were overjoyed at the sight.

When they were finished catching up he handed you the phone. "You still there?" you asked. "Yeah baby, but I only got like a minute left. Listen I'll call you back as soon as I can again okay?" he said. "Okay, goodnight. I love you so muh, Fez," you rushed out. "I love you too baby, so mu—"

He was cut off by the ending call and you placed the receiver of the telephone back on the wall.

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You didn't know how to tell Fez you were pregnant over the phone, so you settled with writing him a letter. You told him how you were pregnant, and that you were planning on keeping the baby. A part of you already knew you were keeping the baby the moment you stared at the test in your hand. The thought of being pregnant now absolutely terrified you, but recently you had found yourself fantasizing about what the little one would look like.

Would it be a little girl or a boy? Would she have your nose, or your eyes? What would her soft hair feel like under your fingertips? What would her first word be?

You hadn't even realized you were already referring to the baby as "she". That was what made you realize you were already deadset on keeping the baby, whether Fez wanted to be apart of that or not, even though it pained you to think that way.

You nervously sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for the best. Fez had called you the same day he received the letter.

"Hi Fez," you answered nervously.

"You bein' serious Y/N?" You knew exactly what he was referring to, so you took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, I'm being serious," you said quietly. You could hear him sigh and curse under his breath before he spoke up louder. "How long you known?"

"From before the raid. But, before you say anything, I did want to tell you on New Years, but that shit with Nate happened and everything after that was a total shitshow," you breathed, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"Shit, it's alright ma I ain't mad, jus' a bit shocked," was all he said. There was a short silence between the two of you before he spoke up again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked softly. "Yeah..." you said, waiting for anything to indicate how he felt about this. "I'm so sorry I can't be there wit' you for this," he said. That broke your heart. He wanted to there, wanted to be a father and the thought made your heart fill with joy.

"It's okay, we can't help the circumstances," you said. "Listen, I promise you imma be here wit you every step of the way, okay? Maybe not physically, but I want you to keep me updated on everthing alright?" he said. "Okay, I promise I will," you breathed, a smile stretching across your face. "Imma do right by you, baby, I promise. You ain't doin' this on your own."

You were sure your heart was going to explode. You were going to have a baby with Fez. The circumstances were the farthest from ideal, but you were hopeful that you were going to be able to do this. You were going to do this. For yourself, for Fez and Ash and for your baby.

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The pregnancy was anything but easy, and it was even harder without Fez by your side. It helped that he showed his support in any way he could, like always calling and sending letters, checking up on you to stay updated with the condition of your baby. You were roughly at 3 or 4 months and by now the little bump was already visible.

Telling Ash was one of the things you were the most nervous about. You didn't know how he'd feel about a baby being bought into your living situation. You had sat him down and got straight to the point. When the words first left your mouth, his face twisted into an unreadable expression. He seemed to be mulling it over silently, before a small smile stretched across your face and he replied shyly with, "So I'm gonna like, be an uncle?"

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The letters you frequently wrote Fez were on of the only things he looked forward to. He loved reading them, reading about how you were doing and everything that was happening with your body and with the baby growing inside you. It sometimes fet like he got to experience the pregnancy right there beside you, with the way he could clearly indicate your mood swings even in your writing.

The letter would quickly go from I saw an old couple sitting by the old park benches today and I broke down in tears to The guy at the drive-thru told me I couldn't order 'just pickels'. Imagine saying no to a starving pregnant lady!

When he received the letter with a small black and white attached to it, he nearly cried. The little ultrasound picture didn't look like much, you could barely make out the big white blob in the middle as a baby, an actual human being. He turned the picture around and saw that you had written our baby! in your messy handwriting, with a little heart at the end. That was all he needed to actually start crying.

That night he couldn't fall asleep at all. His mind was filled with a million thoughts that were consuming him. What if something happens to her or the baby while I'm in here? Will she be able to cope on her own? What's she gonna do once the baby is born?

What if I'm not a good father?

That's what was eating at him more than anything else. He didn't want to be like his own father, and his worst fear was eventually ending up like him, no matter how hard he tried not to. He didn't want his kid to hate him, he wanted to be the best dad he could be, because he already knew that you were going to be the absolutely best mother any child could ask for. He knew because he saw the way you cared for Ash, like he was your own little brother. He also knew that you had a big heart. When you loved, you loved with everything in you, so he didn't have an inkling of doubt about you being a good mother.

That was the night he had promised himself that he would be the best father that he could be for your child and that he'd give them the love and support he never received from his dad.

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By now you had finally been approved for your first visit, and you were over the moon. The first time you visited you went alone, and when Fez saw you walking into the cold room, a slight waddle to your step and a cute little bump sticking out from your pretty pink sundress and cardigan, he swears he had fell in love with you all over again. You looked so beautiful, he thought, maybe more beautiful than you've ever been.

Maybe it was the pregnancy glow people would always refer to, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen you in months, but he couldn't get the dopey smile off his face as you made your way to the table where he sat.

You were permitted to a brief embrace and kiss at the beginning and end of each visit, and when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time in months, and got to inhale the smell of your almost unfamiliar perfume, he didn't ever want to let you go ever again. His grip on you tightened a little bit and you had to will away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you felt his warmth consume your body. It felt like home being back in his strong arms.

"You're gonna squish the baby," you said playfully, placing a kiss on his shirt over his heart. You honestly didn't mind at all; you'd let him hold you like this forever if you could. You eventually broke away when you saw the guard giving you a unhappy look from the corner of your eye. You sat down on the cold metal bench and he found his seat accross from you.

You so badly wanted to hold his hand while you talked to him. You wanted to sit next to him and feel the warmth of his body radiating off him and bury your face into his neck and hold onto him for dear life, but you couldn't.

"Y'know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" he asked. You absent-mindedly tapped your manicured nails against the metal table that separated you two, until the guard had given you a stern look from behind Fez, by now irritated by the repetitive sound. You retracted your hands, placing them in your lap and shaking your head. "No, I'm finding out at the next appointment," you smiled, "do you still have the photos I sent you?"

You were referring to the ultrasound photos as you had sent him in letters from all your appointments. "Of course I do," he smiled, "keep 'em in my cell, under my pillow." You smiled, looking down at your belly and softly running your hand over it.

"I think it's gonna be a girl," you said softly, as if it was some secret only the two of you had the right to know. "Nah, it's a boy," he replied and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made him laugh. "Of course you think it's a boy," you joked. He shrugged "I'm still gonna love 'em whether they a boy or a girl," he said, before adding, "but it's gonna be a boy."

You rolled your eyes at him once again, this time more dramatically, and rubbed at your belly. "I just know it's going to be a little girl," you said, and when you looked up from your belly your eyes met Fez's. They were filled with an immeasurable amount of admiration and love, and you couldn't help but shy away from the attention.

"If it's a girl, I hope she look like you."

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The last few weeks of your pregnancy you had asked your mother to stay with you until it was time to go and give birth. By now your belly was fully formed and perfectly rounded, and you were waddling around the house like a lost penguin. Everything was hurting, from your feet to your back and pregnancy brain was truly kicking your ass. As much as you loved the beauty of pregnancy, you couldn't wait to finally get this over with.

You were on the phone with Fez when you had first felt it, the liquid running down your legs followed by a slight cramp in your abdomen. At first you were scared that you had peed yourself (your bladder had been your number one enemy recently) but it didn't take long to realize what was happening.

Without even sparing Fez another word you hung up and called for your mother. This was it, you were finally going meet your baby.

Ash was shitting bricks as he paced around the house while you and your mother gathered everything to head to the hospital. Soon enough you found yourself in the hospital, with your arms leaning on the bed trying to control your breathing. The pain felt like nothing you've ever felt before, and at some point you thought you were going to pass out.

A little while later and you had started to dilate. After what felt like a lifetime of mindless pushing and incoherent shouts, the screaming of your baby girl filled your ears. You looked next to you, to your mother who was still holding onto your hand tightly while her other hand pushed the hair out of your sweaty face. You were beyond grateful to have her with you, but your heart yearned to have Fez with you for this moment. When you got to hold your baby in your arms you cried like a crazy person. She was so beautiful, and your heart was already filled with abundant love for her.

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You've had baby Eden at home for almost two weeks, when you finally got a call from Fez.

"How'd it go baby? Is she healthy? Are you okay?" he had asked as soon as he heard your voice greeting him. You pressed the phone tighter between your ear and your shoulder. "She's as healthy as can be, and she's beautiful, Fez," you said happily, as you rocked the baby in your arms to sleep. "You gonna send me a picture of her?" he asked.

"I already have a few taken, I just have to get them printed then I'll send them to you," you smiled, "she's so beautiful, Fez." You knew it was a little biased, but she truly was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen. Her pretty long eyelashes that rested on her chubby cheeks and the pretty pink lips that would sometimes streatch into a toothless smile, or her cute button nose that would scrunch up when she yawned or sneezed. Everything about her was so absolutely perfect.

"I can't wait to see yall ma," he whispered. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. "Me neither," you replied with a sad smile.

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He had no doubt when you told him that Eden was a beautiful baby, but when Fez got to see a picture of her for the first time, all the air was knocked out his lungs.

That was his baby. His baby girl, wrapped tightly in a fluffy pink blanket and a little cap to match. He couldn't stop looking at the picture, his thoughts going at a hundred miles per hour. Fez hadn't seen a lot of babies in his life, but he was one thousand percent certain that Eden was the most beautiful baby he'd ever layed his cynical eyes on.

He couldn't remember the last time he prayed, but that night Fez found himself closing his eyes and praying. He prayed that you and your baby were kept safe, he prayed that his baby girl would stay healthy and happy, and he prayed for the patience to diligently serve his sentence, counting down the days till he got to hold you both.

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You sat in shock as you read the contents of the letter over and over and over.

Fez was going to be released from jail earlier for good behavior. He was coming home, to you, to Ash and his friends and to his baby. He was going to meet his daughter.

Ever since giving birth you hadn't brought Eden along with you when visiting Fez. She was still very young, and you didn't want her driving the long distances back and forth. This unfortunately meant that Fez hadn't got to meet his daughter yet. That was changing soon though.

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You were pacing back and forth in the house, waiting for Fez to come knocking at your door. Today was the day Fez was coming home, back to his family, back to you.

He had to go through several release preparations, then pre-release custody and then supervision. After he complete those steps he had a full release from the BOP system, and they arranged transportation for him to come back home.

He had asked you to not tell anyone about him coming home, he didn't want people bothering him and wanted to spend his first night in just the company of the people he loved the most. You had kept to your word and not told a soul, not even Ash, who you knew would soon be jumping out of his skin when he gets to see his brother.

You had Eden in your arms, gently rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She was a little cranky because she didn't get her afternoon nap in, and when she finally dozed off, you went to go place her in the small crib next to your bed.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, before checking that everything was good. The food was cooked, the house cleaned and the bed covered in clean sheets.

The hard knock on the door almost made you drop the pie you had taken out of the oven. It was custard pie, his favorite. You removed your oven mits and sprinted to the door.

When you opened it, there stood Fez with a small smile on his face. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. He was here. He was back home with you finally and you got to hold him for as long as your heart desired.

By now you were sobbing into his neck, beyond relieved and happy to finally have him home. When you broke away he looked down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Hi," he breathed. "Hi," you replied through a half sob half laugh. "You're home." "I'm home."

Ash had cried when he saw his brother standing in the living room awkwardly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, almost as if he was scared of losing him once again. Once everyone had settled down somewhat, you decided to ask Fez the big question.

"Do you wanna see her?"

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The room was dead silent as you pushed open the door and made your way inside, Fez following soon after. You could see the anxiety written on his face, evident in the slight tremble of his hands. This was a very big deal to him. He was going to meet his daughter for the very first time.

You made your way over to the crib, standing next to it and urging him to do the same. He warily moved closer to the crib, looked over the edge and down to where the little girl layed peacefully assleep. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest as she breath rhythmically, and the way her two small fists layed clenched tightly next to her body. If he listened closely enough he could hear her breathing, and the soft cooing sounds in between.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" you asked quietly, and he only nodded, not once lifting his gaze. "Would you like to hold her?" This made him look up at you. A part of him wanted to say no. He didn't want to hold something as precious as her in his hands. Hands that have done shameful and awful things, much too tainted to handle something as fragile and irreplaceable as her.

"It's okay, Fez," you said, sensing his hesitation, before reaching into the crib to pick her up gently. When she was secured in your grasp, you turned your body to him and he hesitantly reached out to take her from you.

Once she was in his arms the small tears began to fall from his eyes. You rubbed his back comfortingly as you watched him closely.

Nothing that Fez had ever achieved in his life measured even closely to this moment. No amount of money or fortune would make him trade this. This was it. This was him, being home and being able to be with you, with his family.

His grandmother had taught him the importance of family and looking out for each other. She taught him that the family he'd have would be the people he was willing to die for, and as he stood in the quiet room, his daughter in his arms and you by his side, he knew that he had found his family.

He looked over to you, and when his eyes met yours he saw the contented look on your face, behind all the happy tears.

"She looks like you," he smiled.