#rue bennet

[zendayastan]

I miss euphoria Sundays

[kaicubus]

Robbers | Rue Bennett

warnings ✩° : angst. literally so much angst, numbness, crying, saying things you don't mean, break up?, drug mentions, toxic relationship, no happy ending...unless?

pairing ✩° : rue bennett x fem!reader

premise ✩° : dating someone who doesn't want to be fixed is difficult on its own, so when you're faced with the opportunity to leave for your own good, you can’t decide.

word count ✩° : 3.7k

authors note ✩° : i actually...did not want to write this LOL bc it hurts me so much.  i’m getting back into the swing of things so forgive me if it’s a little rough. also i’m writing this as i’m listening to the song and crying so a bit of yummy raw feelings here!!

now playing : Robbers by the 1975

Rue had a face straight out a magazine. Hell, she could even be a model if she wanted to.That’s one thing you knew all too well about your girlfriend, she was perfect. In the past, you remember how you would tie back her curly hair and style it in high ponytails and buns, loving the feeling of those stringy locks pressing into your skin and wrapping around your fingers. Though the memory is well faded way now, there was not much of that Rue left at all. On the surface, Rue looked as if she were on the verge of death either from exhaustion or overdose, and past the surface it wasn't much different.  You had done everything in your power to keep your girlfriend afloat, holding her hand through life no matter how much she used you or wrung you out.

Everybody around you saw how much being in a relationship with someone who shouldn't even be in one was severely taking a toll on you, but you stood by Rue and defended her. For the longest time you've been irrevocably in love with her, but your rose colored glasses would soon come off mistake after mistake after each time Rue would find a way to neglect you and refuse your help. It was hard to swallow the fact all your calls were either declined or ignored, and that all your texts were left on delivered or opened, but you told yourself all you had to do was be patient. After all, throughout your relationship with Rue, that’s all it was : being patient. There was no winning with her, and it took you 5 years for it to click in your mind.

Well now that you've got your gun It's much harder now the police have come.

The silence is deafening. This whole time, you've been at war inside your head, one side screaming at you to leave Rue and the other trying to beg and convince yourself to stay. You didn't admit it, but you were losing the battle with your own self. Rue hadn't even noticed you zone out and had instead been dragging long, listless breaths from a joint Fezco had gave her to ‘help with her withdrawal’ which was bullshit at its finest. You knew it was just an act to think you had Rue under your radar when really she was way out of the boundaries. It infuriated you how your own girlfriend played you like a fool; it was insulting in every possible way you'd look at it. She treated you like you were stupid and oblivious to drug use and anything of the sort, however thanks to her and Fez you know everything about it.

Rue flicks her lighter open and the warm light floods the midnight air and heats up the cold air around you both. You check your phone, 12:09 pm, it’s late and you're slowly getting tired but you still have something to say before the feeling of emptiness growing larger and larger swallows you whole. You just don't know how to bring it up. Even thinking about it was similar to that of slowly prying each and every single one of your fingernails off, you didn't even want to think of it. Thing is, right now, Rue looks so peaceful. Maybe its because all of her attention is glued onto the tight joint, rolled between her fingers and getting a clean breath of smoke in. She looked perfect.

That’s when you decide to break the silence, as comforting as it was, the feeling of descending dread resting on your shoulders is too much to handle and you just have to get it off your chest.

“Rue...”  your voice catches her attention and she gives you a quick side glance as an answer. Disappointment curls your lip and you realize this conversation might not go the way you want, but then again, what option do you have? This was far more than a normal conversation and far more than you ever had to deal with.

Despite her lack of answer, you continue, “Can we talk?” Its cliche but there's no better way to bring it up.

She mumbles in response. You can tell she doesn't have a care in the world to listen to you talk, that's one of the many reasons why you feel not seen or heard.

“Please, Rue. Its important.”

She parts her lips carelessly, “Fuck, Y/n I’m listening, ok? Go on.”

You back into a defensive posture and roll your shoulders back just enough for her to see your eyes, to even get a glimpse of your guilt or your hurt. But her lax tells you all you need to know. She wasn't going to care, just like everything, she didn't care about you at all. Just like that time where you had gotten an A on a test you really studied your ass of for and she didn't show any trace of enthusiasm, or the time you got your drivers license and she barley bat an eye, or the time she ignored you all night just to pay attention to anime Ramona Flowers Jules. You couldn't even remember the last time she was genuinely happy for you or interested in what you had to say.

But if you just take off your mask, You'd find out everything's gone wrong.

“I want to break up.”

...

“What?” she asks, hardly taking you seriously, “Break up?”

Instead of dismissing her like you usually would do, you nod, “Yeah.” You cant even bring yourself to look at her. This is new territory for both of you, so each approach couldn’t be guaranteed a positive or negative reaction; like a leap of faith, you just had to seize the chance.

Your eyes flicker into hers and almost immediately your heart sinks deep past the rest of your organs harbored in your chest. Almost as if she had looked at you in slow motion, time had thickened and the look in her eyes lingered deep inside your soul with her down turned brows speaking volumes.

“What?” her voice hushes into the night sky and suddenly you see your eyes glisten in the reflection of her wide eyes.

“I…” you try and speak but your throat closes up, “I…We…Rue…”

The light of her joint dims and lights up again, casting a warm shadow on Rue’s cold finger tips.

“Have you noticed, we don’t fit like we used to?” You ask.

Rue brings her knees close to her chin and kisses the raggedy denim of her jeans, “How far back are you saying?”

“The very start.”

“Well, the very start was a while ago, I don’t even remember that far.” She pushes her lips out in thought and does everything in her power to avoid your burning gaze. All she can think about is just how fucked she knows this conversation will end up. There’s no way out.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while. I don’t think there’s any good way to say it.” You let out a sigh and roll your head up to the starlit sky, “I want to break up with you.”

She stays silent and allows you to speak your mind, though you’d hope she’d interrupt and fight for her place as your girlfriend.

“These past few months have been really hard, and I don’t know what’s going on. You’re not talking to me and you’re not even answering my calls. I feel like a ghost, Rue. It’s like you don’t even care about me ever since Jules.”

That name alone made Rue shudder in disgust.

“I really wanted this to work. It’s been working so far. But, I cant even force myself to believe it’s working anymore. I feel like my whole life, I’ve been forced to look after you—like it was my identity.” you fidget your thumbs in circles, still hoping she’d interject to cut you off or something, “You’ve lied to me more times that I know, screamed bloody murder at me when I told you not to shove bottles of pills down your throat, you’ve even attempted to steal my own medication I need to get through my panic attacks to get high. But it didn’t matter because I loved you.” your eyes meet hers, “D-Did you even love me?”

She picks her head up from hiding in the safety of her kneecaps and looks at you, how your eyes are now well damp with tears sloshing over your waterline and how your lips are quivering in heartache.

“There wasn’t a moment in my life where I ever thought about not loving you, Y/n.”

“How?” you choke, “How can you say that and show me nothing to back yourself up with? What have you done for me besides make me hate myself? I thought I could help you get through your addiction but no matter what I tried, you pushed me away. Was I even good enough to be an outlet for you?”

Her legs fall back down to their original position and she uses her palms to push herself closer to you. Rue isn’t good at comforting people, she barley even knew how to comfort herself, but through the countless times you’ve done it, she wraps her arms around your shoulders and instinctively pulls you into a deep embrace.

Tears finally escape their confinement as the sudden force pushes you back just enough for them to spill out of your eyes. Just as suddenly, you find yourself crying; Sobbing, even. She doesn’t kiss you, though she wishes she could, maybe it would’ve soothed you, but hugging you is all she thinks to do.

Your choice was inevitable, the end of your relationship was bound to happen, but neither of you expected it to end the way that it does. Still. She hoped you’d give her one more time. Just one more fight.

“Why?” you mumble against her shoulder, “Why are you doing this? Why now?” grief clogs your throat and drowns your words in overwhelming dejection.

“I don’t know.” She says truthfully, “I don’t feel good about this either. I just, wanted you to stop crying.”

You sniffle and pull away, wiping your eyes, “Right. I’ve-Ive tried helping you Rue, you can’t say I haven’t.” silent tears glide down your cheeks.

“No, Y/n. You were always there, always.”

God only knows but you'll never leave her.

In an attempt to gather yourself, you rub the thin, red fabric of your sleeve across your eyes — smearing your cheap mascara you had put on haphazardly before you even came here with Rue. Clumps of black product feathers across your lashes and runs down your cheek that you hastily smear clean-ish.

“You’ve done more than anyone has.” she wipes her tears numbly, “I-I can’t even be mad at you right now because I seriously deserve this. I deserve to be punished after all the shit I put you through—I knew what I was doing and I knew you’d forgive me. But it all piled up and now, now its like--Fuck!” she sobs, “I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t control it right now and if I could I wouldn't be because I want to have a normal conversation with you like a person but I —” she manages to choke on her own tears.

Your heart squeezes for her. All this time, Rue would only ever show her emotions to her bedroom ceiling; it was rare for you or even her sister Gia to see her most vulnerable side. But right in this very moment, seeing her shed her hard rock exterior, it baffles you that she could even be capable of such emotion. Whenever she was confronted about her behavior in her life, she reacted violently with rapid pacing and shoving, hitting and screaming. Maybe it was because of the weed, but when she looks at you with such soft eyes it reminds you of the Rue you've always known — the Rue who would never hurt you.

Anybody in a situation like yours would’ve given up, and one thing about that is true. For as long as you had struggled keeping your head afloat in the raging sea of Rue Bennett, your time had come and it was finally time to stop kicking and sink. As much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t deny the weight of it all on your shoulders.

Her fingertips find her eye sockets and press into them as if she’s trying to dig out her tear ducts to stop them from crying and blurring her vision. “I’m sorry. ‘M sorry I’m such a bad girlfriend. I’ll try harder next time please — please let there be a next time, Y/n. I cant have this be like Jules.”

“This isn’t like Jules. Rue, what we have is NOT like what you had with her. Ok?” you gently rub her tears away and guide her hands into yours, “I love you, so fucking much. And you know how much it hurts me to see you so hurt over this…which is why I think we need this. You need this. I need this.”

Rue bites her lip and shakes her head, “No, please please please,” she sniffles, “Please, Y/n don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turn your head to the side, causing your tears to gloop to one side and slosh out, “I know you, Rue. You’re going to be fine.”

“Stay…” she says, finally able to slow down and catch her breath, “Stay, stay...”

“Rue…” you look down, “Can you promise me something?”

Rue’s tongue darts out to wet her lips and catch her tears free falling onto her cupid’s bow, “Y-Yeah?”

You stare directly at her and soften your eyes—as if they weren’t soft enough—and gently cup her cheek in the palm of your hand. The sensation was too familiar for Rue to ignore and suddenly she’s flashed back to the first time something like this happened. Back when everything was still new to the both of you. She had just finished screaming at you, and you had remained patient despite such horrible things being said, but you understood her feelings. She was like an open book to you back then. Rue had cried her eyes out and screamed her throat dry and once she was somewhat calm, you inched towards her slowly and held her face in your hands. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, you held her in your arms for what felt like hours and stayed still as still water after a storm. You were a tower of stability and light in the epicenter of the crashing waves of her ocean.

Now, as the tides pull in and push out, you’re faded and eroded by the salt water, but still holding on.

“Promise me you’ll keep on living.”

You give her a half crescent smile before sliding your hand off her face to the back of her head and hugging her face into your chest. Rue accepts the change and closes her eyes for a split moment.

You throat moves against her forehead as you attempt to swallow all the bubbling feelings in your chest. All you can think about is how you don’t want to leave, but you know this isn’t healthy for you or for her. The last thing you wanted to do in your relationship was be the bigger person and break up with her, but the circumstances were too much to shove aside. Not only were all your close friends telling you to break up with Rue, but you knew deep down that if she wasn’t able to change for not you but her, you couldn’t continue. There was only so much you could do, and you already drained yourself dry.

Rue hugs her arms around your waist slowly and rests her head against your stomach. She doesn’t know the next time she’ll be allowed to touch you like this again, so close and so tender. So she savors every bit of it. She revels in the silence and swims in the sounds of your heartbeat, embracing the softness of your clothes and silkiness of your skin. Rue found home whenever she hugged you. The nostalgic, sweet smell of your natural scent always soothed her no matter what but now that she knew you were going to leave her, it smelled so faint. Where did it go wrong? She couldn’t even remember a specific breaking point for you, and that’s exactly why, she realized. She’s always going to love you, she’s always going to wait. She just didn’t know if you were going to do the same thing. Even if you guys were miles apart, or right next to each other, the distance that was always between you will remain the same.

That’s when you comb your fingers through her frayed and knotted hair, brushing through the stiff parts. Something about the way you gently untangle her messy hair strikes her completely vulnerable and her shoulders fall to signal it. 

You pull away quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to —” you hesitate, “I mean...I...”

"I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you,” she presses her damp lips against your arm, “I can’t think of something like that. I want to promise you that I’ll do it.”

“Hey,” you hold her face, “Hey, look at me.” the softness in your voice only makes her cry harder, “You don’t have to, not now.” Her eyes dart into yours, searching for something to get her to stop crying but she can’t. Her sobs fill the air and with each struggling breath they get louder and louder; not even when you attempt to cushion her cries with your chest does she let up.

You press your lips together and blow, hushing her and cradling her tightly in your arms.

“I just want everything to be ok. Tell me, Y/n. T-Tell me everything's going to fine.” She sobs, “Tell me you're staying, tell me you love me still, you can play with my hair again like we used to — you can even tie it up in pigtails this time and put those stupid butterfly clips in it like you always wanted.”

You shake your head softly. 

“Y/n please — tell me we’re going to be fine!”

“Rue...”

“I know I screwed up, I know that. I always screw up. But not with you.”

You pull away and take the time to wipe her tears away, clearing her red and puffy eyes of the overflowing amount of wetness clinging onto her pretty, now kind of dirty face. Her cheek hugs your palm and she closes her eyes, releasing more droplets of saltwater.

“Y/n...” She mumbles, “Fuck...I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry...”

She runs her hands through your hair and scrapes her fingertips into your scalp, pulling your body closer to hers and pressing her forehead up to your own. All you can do is bite your lip to prevent any more necessary cries from escaping your throat. You can feel the way her thumbs stroke your neck and the raggedy pattern of her breathing declines into a steady pace as it fans across your skin.

Each little touch made her head reel back and forth, and a part of her hated you for it. She hated how much she felt around you and how much she was able to feel like her actions as well as her words meant something; it meant that everything she had been working towards numbing her pain was all for nothing. She didn't enjoy it one bit. Especially now that you were choosing to leave her? How could she ever cope and recover? There’s no way.

Or maybe there was?

With her eyes quickly flickering into yours, you're almost shocked at the sudden tense and direct eye contact. Even though Rue had been avoiding your stare in fear she’d break more than she already is, it seemed like now she was peering directly into your soul and trying to reach within the depths of Y/n.

Rue knew what she had to do. So she spoke,

“What if I went back?”

You blink, “Back? Back where?” Even though the answer seemed obvious, you didn't even for once think shed ever reconsider going back,

“To rehab. Therapy. Everything. For you.”

“For me? W-Why for me? Rue if you're going back to rehab it NEEDS to be for you —”

Rue brushes a section of her hair back and rubs her palms against her face, wiping her face fully dry now, “I like who I am with you, Y/n. You're probably the only person in this world who makes me feel like I have a chance no matter how hard or how much I screw up,” her voice closes in once she realizes how serious she needs to be, “So I’m going to take a chance that will grant me more chances.”

“Rue,” you say, not even sure what’s going to happen next. Luckily, she cuts you off before you could even get the chance to speak again.

“I know this is going to take time, I know we weren't perfect. I know that. But, when I get out of rehab again things will be.”

You feel your heart race in thick surges of hope. Maybe you didn't know things were going to ever change from how they were before. Maybe you weren't sure if anything would come of her words that could very much be empty promises in the moment. Maybe your trust had been severely damaged by all the lies and deceptions over the years. But that all didn't matter right now. Because right now, there was hope for something you've longed to see for all your life : A Rue who’s happy. 

Could this give her happiness? Knowing that you'll be there waiting for her with the same warm arms you've always given her? Would that even be enough for her? Your thoughts ran rampant as you stare into her cavernous yet gleaming eyes. 

“Promise.” Rue swallows, holding up her pinkie finger.

Without thinking, you hold up your pinkie as well.

“I promise,” she sniffles between her words, “I promise you, I’m going to get better for you and keep on living.”

[cloveswifey]

MatchMaker

Parings: Fezco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Cute fluff, rue being a hard y/n x fez shipper.

Words: 0.7k

Type: Fluff

Y/N and Rue have been best friends since their middle school days. The two girls were inseparable, always giggling and having heart-to-heart conversations about life.

As they entered high school, they made a new friend in Fez, who they met through Rue. Fez was a charming and charismatic guy who quickly won their hearts over.

"This is Fez," Rue announced, as we stood inside Fezco's store.

"Yo," he said, nodding his head as he rolled up a joint.

"Hello," I said, nervously smiling at him. "I'm Y/N." I couldn't help but notice how handsome his face was.

Over time, Y/N started to develop feelings for Fez, but she was too shy to admit them to him or even Rue. Rue, on the other hand, was the biggest Fez and Y/N shipper alive. She was always dropping hints to Fez about Y/N, hoping that he would pick up on them and make a move. But Fez was always oblivious to her subtle suggestions.

Time felt like it had come to a standstill for Y/N when Fezco arrived at school with a beautiful blonde by his side.

"Yo, Rue, Y/N," he said, nodding towards us. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable look the girl was giving them. It was a mixture of "stay away from him" and "I know not to fuck with you."

The girl introduced herself as Charlotte, and for a brief moment, it seemed like Fezco had found himself a great girlfriend.

However, their relationship was short-lived, as Fezco walked in on Charlotte on top of Nate Jacobs, who ended up getting his face smashed in.

One day, the group decided to go on a fun adventure to the beach. They packed their bags, loaded up the car, and drove off into the sunset.

As they arrived, the three of them raced to the water, splashing in the waves like little kids.

"I challenge you to a race!" Rue exclaimed excitedly, taking off her shorts and running towards the ocean.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Fezco laughed in response to Rue's challenge.

I also laughed and quickly followed Rue, ready for the race. But as I took my shorts off, I noticed Fezco looking at me strangely. I shrugged it off, assuming it was just my own paranoia.

They took silly pictures, built sandcastles and enjoyed some yummy snacks together.

While sitting on the beach and enjoying the sunset, Rue turned to Y/N and nudged her playfully. "So, Y/N, when are you going to make a move on Fez?" she teased, causing Y/N to blush furiously.

"Come on, he's so into you!" Rue added.

Fez, who had been listening intently, turned to Y/N and smiled. "She's right, you know. I've actually had feelings for you for a long time," he said, taking her hand in his.

From that day on, Y/N and Fez became inseparable. They went on cute dates and shared many special moments together. Their little trio became an unstoppable force, with Rue always happy to see her two best friends together. Everyone around them could see how much they loved each other, even before they admitted it.

As Y/N and Fez got closer, they learned that their friendship had evolved into something much deeper. They fell deeply in love with each other, and it was the happiest they'd ever been. Rue, who was always there for them, had no problem taking a back seat to let her friends enjoy their romance.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and Y/N and Fez only grew more inseparable. Their love story had been long in the making, and it was clear that they were meant to be. From that day on, they knew that their bond was something truly special, something that would stand the test of time. And Rue, who had played such a crucial role in their love story, was happy to have witnessed it all.

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im darker than a paper bag, i am an appreciater of tws - even 4 flashing lights, and a bit of a hater. im a queer elder (teenager), wannabe reformed army (bts), i probably have unmedicated adhd & its 420 and im zazaless - life was not supposed to be like this >:D !

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Megumi Fushiguro Variants:

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Aahhh Maddie Perez my dear, sweet cinnamon girl, they could never make me hate you.

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Season 1 just hits different

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❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Fez worried about her. He was use to taking care of people, he had almost his whole life. However this was different it's not like y/n wasn't capable of taking care of herself. She was and he very well knew that.

She reminded him every chance she got.

He couldn't tell you how long they had been together. They meet through rue. At first she would just go with rue to buy drugs. Although she would never take them. They just weren't her thing and Fezco liked that about her.

There conversations grew, at first he wouldn't even speak to her just give her a nod of his head whenever she would say hi. Once rue went to rehab he stopped seeing her and even though they never had a formal conversation that bothered him.

Untill he saw her at one of Mkay's parties. When he first met her she didn't seem like the partying type. She seem timid and and quiet almost easily scared she reminded Fez of Bambi. But seeing her there she was anything but.

He found out she was infact the partying type she was the life of the party. The way she bounced back between taking to kinds of different people and dancing with Maddy and Kat. If he was being completely honest he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

The way her body had moved to beat of music. The way her skirt would slightly ride up, her short cropped shirt clung to her skin and how the heels she had on made her legs look like they could go for miles.

Fezco was completely and utterly mesmerized.

He did realize that she wasn't drinking. She had been dancing and moving around for hours and he had seen he consume anything at all.

After awhile he had lost track of her figuring she must have went home. He got up from his seat on the couch and headed towards the backyard to smoke.

Once he rounded the corner he saw her there sitting on the small concrete pathway. Her legs were stretched out and crossed her shoes discarded next to her. With an unlit blunt in her hand a lighter in the other.

She was absolutely breathtaking her curly hair that was cascading against her back earlier was now pulled into a messy bun. A few curls falling out framing her face.

"Hey."the sound of her voice broken his concentration on her. Once he was out of his daze he realized she was talking to him a small smile on her face. "Hi" he found himself nervous and he didn't understand why he had seen this girl a hundred of times with rue but the girl he met then and the girl he saw now were two different people.

"Wanna match?" He almost found himself fighting a smile she was unpredictable and that intrigued him. He walked over to where she was sitting and sat beside her. Pulling his own blunt out from behind his ear placing it between his lips.

She reached over lighting it (which fez thought was the most attractive thing he had ever seen or been apart of) then taking her own between her lips lighting it.

"I ain't take you for a person who smoked or went parties." He spoke to her pulling away his cannabis and inhaling. "Maybe that's because this is the first time you ever spoke to me." She reached over taking his blunt switching it with her own. They sat there for two hours talking and laughing.

"I should probably go find ash take him home." Fez didn't want to leave but he knew it was getting late. "Yeah of course." He stood up turning reaching his hand out for her to grab. Once there hands did meet he would have bet you all the money in his pocket he felt a spark.

Once she was standing she looked like she went to say something but she stopped. Her whole body stopped and she looked like she was in a trance he watched as he saw her eyes slowly fluttered shut and her legs give out from under her.

Before she could hit the ground he caught her. "Woah Bambi."She fell into his arms causing fez to carry her bridal style. He didn't know what happened she was fine a few seconds ago. He recalled a conversation he had with rue months ago she was supposed to be on her way to his house but she was an hour late she explained to him that one of her friends had fainted and she had to Take them home.

Could she have been talking about y/n? He walked towards the front of the house where he saw Mkay, Cassie and Lexi ."Oh god did she faint again." Lexi rushed over to her grabbing her hand squeezing it. "Uh yeah." Fez didn't really know what to say he had never dealt with something like this before.

"We'll take her home Mkay grab her." Cassie spoke as she walked up to him. Christopher walked over to fez giving his a simple nod which fez returned and he placed you in his arms. He walked over to his car placing you in the back seat Cassie trailing behind him.

"Thank you for taking care of her." Lexi still stood in front of him giving his a smile. "Does that happen a lot or sum?" Fez was curious he really hoped it wasn't something he did. They did just smoke a lot of weed.

"Unfortunately yes she had this condition it's called Vasovagal Syncope there's not really a reason for it." Lexi sighed. "It usually not as bad if she drinks water which she never does so it happens quite a bit." Before he could say anything else a horn honked at them.

Causing Lexi to look at Cassie who was sticking her her had out of the window "Lex let's go." Lexi turned back to fez giving him another smile. "She'll wake up in a little while I'll give her your number." She quickly walked away and got in the car and they pulled off.

Lexi did in fact give you his number.

He proceeded to talk to her more often she started to come over his house or to the store more. Ash even started to like her. He however never witnessed one of her fainting spells, fez did alot he would always catch her placing her somewhere comfortable waiting for her to wake up.

Lexi taught him exactly what to do in that situation which he appreciated. You and fez never really but label on what you were. You were always there wearing his clothes,cooking for him and ash,kissing fez,sleeping in his bed and even helping ash with homework.

Months had passed and you and ash were in the living room. Fez started cooking looking up at you and ash occasionally. "Bambi you drink any water today." He spoke a little louder so you could hear him over star wars which ash had asked you to watch with him for the millionth time.

When you pretended like you didn't hear him which he knew you did he walked over to the fridge opening it up and grabbing a bottle and placing it on the counter. "Come get it ma." He said to you as he resumed back cooking.

You released a dramatic sigh which caused ash to laugh. She quickly stood taking a few steps "okay da..."she froze in the middle of her snarky comment which caused both boys to look at her. Her body was frozen her eyes looked transfixed into space.

"Ash catch her." Ashtray looked at him with bewilderment and confusion. "What?" Fez studied your face your shoulders slummed and your eyes began to flutter. "Ash grab her" This caused him to quickly stand holding his arms out as you fell back into him. His eyes widened as he lightly placed you on the floor sitting on his knees beside you.

"Oh my god Bambi." Fez looked back up from what he was doing to see ash with his ear to the right side of your chest trying to listen to your heart beat. Which your heart was on the left.

But ash didn’t know that.

“Ash”Fez called out to him trying to fight the laugh trying to leave his throat see the look of despair and anguish on his little brothers face. “Her hearts not beating….. Fez is Bambi dead…did Bambi die?” Fezco found himself biting his lips trying so hard not to laughter at his brother freaking out about the past out girl of floor.

"Bambi?" His hand slowly went to touch cheek when her eyes fluttered open. Which caused ash to jump back and yell. "Oh my god." Fez began to chuckle at the whole situation. "Not god just me sorry." Her little giggle made the older boys heart swell. You were something special and knew it.

The rest of the night consisted of you both having a long conversation with ash about your condition and you heart. Which for the most part he understood but was afraid of your safety. You reassured him you were fine and after the scare he made you watch three more movies with him.

Which you didn't seem to mind. Fez couldn't help love this feeling and never wanted to see it go away he way falling for you and you were falling for him too physically and emotionally.

a/n thank you so much for the request i made a few changes to fit in with the idea in my head i hope you enjoyed. 

[neblisi]

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏?

𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 - 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑠

[dorianbipolar]

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 6

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: sex, drugs, slight insecurity

a/n: this chapter is fucking smutty as hell so if you don’t like smut, i wouldn’t read it. this is the longest chapter i’ve written by far, so i hope you like it.

word count: 4107 :))

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

i don’t own this gif 

The week seemed to fly by.

Before you knew it, it was Friday. Fuck…You were nervous.

What if you weren’t good at it or Elliot didn’t like what he saw? Your insecurities had an entire week to fester. Your parents didn’t help the situation. Your dad had been almost clingy lately.

Constantly asking if you wanted ice cream or to go watch a movie. He seemed to have this nervous guilty air about him that was honestly off putting. You rejected his offer every time, but thanked him for it. He would just nod and walk away, but not before reminding you that he loved you, which left you speechless.

He rarely said that to you, but this past week he had said it more than he had in the past year. Even though it shocked you, it also made you feel a little giddy. Your dad ignored you for the sake of his marriage, was he finally choosing you over her?

You had a small smile on your face as you walked to your last class of the day and suddenly an arm placed itself across your shoulders which made you jump.

You broke out of your trance and looked to your right. “You scared the shit out of me, fart face.” You pushed Elliot and he made a face.

“Did you just call me 'fart face’?” He seemed offended. Who the fuck calls people fart face?

You nodded and smiled at him. “And I meant it too.” Elliot laughed mockingly and you took off running. “You’re done for, Shit head!” He chased after you.

-

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? We don’t have to be there if you don’t want to.” Rue rubbed Jules’ comfortingly. Jules seemed a little off today. Almost unsure of something, “No, I’m actually super excited about this… I just can’t help, but feel like something bad’s gonna happen…” Rue nodded.

“I feel like that too… Honestly, I’m really excited for tonight too…” She looked away from Jules and Jules smiled.

“What? My Ruby Bennet is excited to watch her best friend get fucked for the first time. That’s dirty!” She laughed. Rue pushed her and muffled her own laugh.

She wasn’t excited because of the sex…

She knew how much Elliot taking your virginity would mean to you. You had always talked about losing it to someone who meant a lot to you when you were younger and even if you swore that you would lose it to someone with experience and not someone you loved, Elliot was the exception.

The four of you didn’t talk about sex much, so you didn’t know that Elliot had a fair amount of bodies. That meant you were doing this out of love. Rue loved that.

Elliot was convenient for her and Jules, but for you Elliot was… Everything? Love? Life? The embodiment of christ? Who knew.

All she knew is that whether you acknowledged it or not, you were in love with him.

-

The drive to Elliot’s place was quiet. You were in the passenger seat of his car. His warm hand gripping your thigh. The stickiness of his clammy hand could be felt at every ugly turn and sudden stop.

Elliot was nervous.

He was excited too, I mean who wouldn’t be? But he wanted to be good for you. He wanted this to be a night that you could remember. Untainted by the bitter smoke of weed. He wanted you to feel every inch of his co- body as it slide against-

His thoughts were cut off by a honk. He sheepishly waved his hand out of the window and drove off. He didn’t realize that the red light he stopped at had turned green.

You let out an awkward laugh. Everyone was being abnormally quiet. “Guys, you’re making me nervous.” You admitted to the backseat. You expected Ellie to be quiet, he was the other main star of the show, but the girls in the back, fuck no.

They both let out a condescending giggle. “You should already be nervous. Ellie’s got a big dick.” Jules snickered and your eyes narrowed. He was skinny and not particularly tall, so it had to be a joke right?

-

The car stopped. You were here. Elliot’s house.

Elliot turned to you. “Alright, doll. It’s time.” You nodded a little too fast and the others chuckled.

“Get your ass out of the car, virgin!” Jules patted your shoulder and jumped out of the car. You nodded again, slower this time as the rest of the gang got out of the car.

This was nerve wracking… You were already horny.

-

You looked around Elliot’s room like you were searching for something. “Ah ha!” You picked up a small tin box with a joint that Elliot had specifically rolled for after you fucked. He had hid it under his pillow.

“No. No weed.” He took the box from your hands and you pouted.

Elliot would not let you smoke until after, no matter how much you whined. Losing your virginity while high would be too stimulating of an experience and would ruin sober sex for you.

He was going to explain that to you, but the look on your face made him realize that you were just looking for something familiar to ground you. He softly gripped your hand.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You can say no, none of us will be upset…” He said softly. If you said that you weren’t comfortable, he would pull out that joint and act like everything was normal.

You shook your head. “No, I want this!” Elliot smiled softly, “I’m just nervous. I have no idea what I’m doing and this is the first time anyone’s seen me naked…” Elliot wanted to purr. You were as inexperienced as a virgin could be.

Rue cut in, “ Not true, I’ve seen your tits.” She stated matter of factly and you rolled your eyes.

“That was like fifth grade and you only saw them because I was wearing a loose bathing suit and the water pulled the top down.” You retorted, Rue shrugged and you grinned.

Elliot pouted at the attention he wasn’t getting and gripped your chin with his thumb and index finger.

He leaned in and kissed you softly, moving his hand to caress your jaw. It started out feather light, to test the waters, to allow you time to get used to the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, it turned harder.

The energy shifted from hesitant and cautious to confident and shameless.

His hand moved to grip the nape of your neck and he kissed you hard. His tongue found its way inside your mouth. It explored your mouth and played with your own. You moaned at the feeling, the taste of Elliot.

You were gripping the front of his shirt as if to keep yourself from floating away.

Your mind was a fuzzy mess of Elliot, Elliot, Elliot! The never ending chanting of his name came to a stop when he pulled away to look at you. You were a sight to see. Lips red and glossy with spit. Your eyes half closed and dazed. Fuck, he was hard.

-

Jules had been quiet since she exited the car. Taking in everything that was going on before her. The way your hands clenched to hold his shirt tighter, the fluttering of your eyelids, the way Elliot’s hand moved from your hip down to your ass.

Rue softly kissed her neck, “You okay?” Jules responded with a smile. “They look good together.”

Rue smiled back at her and nodded in agreement.

She wasn’t really getting into it like Jules was, but she could appreciate the sight. Their conversation was cut off by a moan.

Your hand had moved down to the front of his pants and you were palming him. “You’re really hard…” You said breathily. Rue and Jules giggled and Elliot blushed.

“Well yeah, I got a pretty girl in front of me that’s about to let me fuck her. Who wouldn’t be hard?” He moved to place wet kisses down the column of your neck. Softly kissing and lightly sucking randomly until he found a spot that made you moan.

“I’m also hard if that helps.” Rue raised her hand to make a point and Jules pushed her down onto the bed, laughing. You smiled. The air was becoming more comfortable and less suffocating, your anxiety was going away with each joke and random comment that was made.

You didn’t notice Elliot was still sucking on your neck until he pulled off with a pop. “There!” He smiled and grabbed your shoulders. You gave him a confused look until Jules and Rue gasped, “Oh my god. Baby’s first hickey!” Rue laughed and gave Elliot a shocked look. He had a shit eating grin on his face with not a single ounce of regret. “I gotta hide this from my parents, dude.”

“Oh you’ll be fine, just keep your hair over your shoulders.” Elliot moved to kiss again, but this time he grabbed your hips and moved you backwards towards the side of the bed.

He broke the kiss and pushed you down. You landed on the bed with a soft thud and got up on your elbows.

He pulled off his shirt and got on top of you. Elliot began to kiss you again and put his hands on the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt had rode up. One hand stayed put, his thumb massaging circles into the skin and the other moved up your shirt.

When his hand brushed the underside of your bra, you pushed him off a bit. Elliot gave you a concerned look, but that quickly changed when you pulled your shirt up and off. Your nerves were starting to get the best of you and you didn’t want to stall.

Rue whistled and Jules started clapping, to which you responded with an annoyed look.

“Can I take it off?” He asked, his eyes hyper focused on the cleavage of your bra. You nodded slowly and Elliot looked up at you. “Words, Y/N. I need words.” His voice was firm. You gave him a shaky yes and he reached behind you.

His hand was placed on your lower back. Warm fingers trailing up your spine sending goosebumps across the soft skin of your back. He reached the closure of your bra and kissed you. You didn’t feel him unlatch your bra, until the straps were sliding off your shoulders.

You couldn’t resist the urge to cover yourself and let the bra fall as far as your crossed arms would allow. Elliot pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have to be so nervous, Doll.” Jules hummed in agreement.

“We want to see you, baby…” She piped up, hoping that it would give you the confidence to uncross your arms. You gave her a slightly panicked look and took a deep breath, fortunately for her, her words did their job.

“Fuck…” Elliot kissed your neck, “You have such pretty tits.” Rue hummed in agreement, you didn’t see them move to the side of you and Elliot. You looked at the two of them and winked. Jules giggled and Rue bit her lip.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jules said into the quiet air, who she was talking about, no one really knew, but honestly… no one cared.

Elliot’s kisses move down your neck, stopping just above your left breast. He raised his head. “Can I…?” His question trailed off. “Yes… Please…” Elliot grinned at this, the quiet desperation rolling off of you in waves amused him.

He lowered his head back down to your tit. He kissed down to your nipple and stopped again. He cupped your breast softly and moved his thumb across your nipple. Your breath hitched and you moved your hand to grip the hair at the base. “Ellie… Don’t tease me.”

Elliot groaned at this. He could feel himself become more desperate, he could feel the precum leak out of his painfully hard cock. Truth be told, he’s been hard since this morning.

He used the tip of his tongue to tease the bud, slowly circling it a few times until he put his mouth on it.

You weren’t sure how to feel about this. It didn’t feel like much until he began to suck. You moaned embarrassingly loud at the sensation. Elliot was watching you like a hawk.

Waiting for a sign to stop, though he hoped you wouldn’t give him one. He trailed his other hand down and grazed the waistband of your pants. He gently thumbed it open and moved his hand in. When his fingertips hit your underwear, you spread your legs.

Elliot pulled off and moved his other hand down to the waistband of your pants. The spit cooling on your skin made you shudder. Elliot tugged impatiently on your pants and you raised your hips. He pulled your pants and underwear off in one swift tug, not giving your nerves time to settle. “Damn, chill, bro. She’s gotta catch her breath.” Rue commented on the speed of Elliot’s movements, but he just shook his head. “I’m so fucking hard right now, Rue Rue. I’m leaking through my pants.” Pulling your thighs to get you to the edge of the bed, Elliot kneeled on the floor. He put your legs over his shoulders and stared at your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet right now. You like what I’m doing, huh? Tell me.” He blew cold air at your dripping hole and you clenched.

“I-I like it a lot, Ellie.” You moaned out. What the fuck was this? You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperate to have something, you just didn’t know what. “Please, Ellie!” You whined and Elliot cooed. “Please what, doll? What do you want?” Jules was getting turned on, you looked so desperate for Elliot to touch you and he was just teasing you.

“Oh come on, give it to her, Ellie. She’s being so good.” Jules purred, she wanted to see you fall apart. She could feel Rue softly grind on her thigh. “I thought you weren’t into her like that…” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss into Rue’s hair.

“I’m not, but I’m into you. Especially when you talk like that.” Rue was wet at this point, Jules was really getting into this and it was turning her on.

Elliot licked a stripe from your hole to your clit causing you to moan loudly at the unexpected pleasure. He smiled and flicked your clit with his tongue. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the bud a few times then softly suckling on it.

-

You were falling apart. No one had touched you like this. You were convinced that Elliot was going to ruin sex for you. His tongue left your clit and suddenly thrusted into your hole.

A strangled cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion and Elliot groaned. You tasted so good.

His mind was swirling with Ideas on how he would fuck you. Should he make you cum on his tongue first or on his cock? Would you want to suck it?

Elliot got up from his spot on the floor and hovered over you. “Doll…” Your hazy eyes looked up at him. “Condom?” Despite having discussed this prior, he was still trying to give you an opportunity to change your mind.

You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re so pretty. My pretty girl… Can I fuck you now?” His voice was deep and you could almost feel it resonate in your chest. His dick was hard against your inner thigh. When did he take his pants off? You could feel his precum drip onto your thigh and you whined.

“Ellie, please!” You were so impatient. So desperate. He was right there, so close, but he wanted to tease you for a bit, make you beg for it.

“Please what, Doll? Use your words.” You pouted. It was hard to think let alone tell him what you wanted. “Please fuck me, Ellie, I-I need it!” You became teary eyed at this.

Elliot’s grin grew wider and he lowered his hips. He pressed the head of his dick into your clit and let out a low moan. You were soaking at this point.

-

Jules was hyper aware of you at this point. The way your back seemed to arch slightly when Elliot said something dirty. The way your thighs twitched when he touched you. Rue's hand crept into the waistband of Jules’ pants and her head snapped to her. “What are…” Rue’s fingers brushed over top of Jules’ arousal. “Just because we are the stars of this show, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves…” Jules stared at Rue, her eyes, her nose, her lips… She leaned in to kiss her and moaned into her mouth.

-

Elliot was still teasing you, he was so mean. “Please, Elliot, I want it so bad, please…” You begged and begged to no avail. He was still teasing you. Still grinding his dick in between your folds. He was determined to surprise you. He needed you to believe that this was all he was going to give you.

Elliot didn’t let up until finally he pulled back a little too far and pushed into you. “Oh fuck!” You groaned at the same time. The feel was so foreign, the stretch of having something other than your own fingers inside of you. It sobered you up a bit. The haziness cleared from your mind.

Elliot was on cloud nine. You were a little tight, most virgins were, but not enough for him to consider you uncomfortable. You were clenching around him. He felt every pulse and throb your pussy had to offer. “Fuck, I could die happy right now.” He moaned.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t.” He laughed which caused him to push in a little further. You whined and he cooed at the sound. “Did that feel good, princess? Did that make your little pussy feel good?” He pushed in a little further then pulled out a little. When he thrusted back in, he pushed the entirety of his length into you. All the way to the hilt. You almost screamed.

The head was brushing up to your cervix and every breath you took made you shake. “Fuck, Elliot, Fuck!”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, not out of pain, but because of the overwhelming feeling of having something so big inside of you. Elliot was a little alarmed at this until he noticed the way your hips moved as if to take in more of his.

He wanted to mock you, make you cry harder, but it was your first time, he couldn’t be so mean.

“You’re no longer a virgin, Woo!” Rue cheered and you laughed. It was easy to forget that the other two were there when Elliot seemed to demand your attention. “Yeah, I guess-“ You were cut off by Elliot softly thrusting into you. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes and he grabbed your chin. “I didn’t mean to get in the way of your conversation, sweetheart.” He kissed you and deepened his thrusts. He could barely control himself at this point.

You felt so good.

-

Rue felt out of place now. She was turned on, sure, but watching you have sex with Elliot made her feel off. Like she was interrupting your moment. Jules noticed this and kissed her shoulder. “We can leave and let them continue, if you want…” Rue nodded, she didn’t really want to leave. She was hoping Jules would want to fuck as well, but maybe it was better if they watched.

-

Elliot picked up speed, which in turn made you moan louder. He was so deep, it turned your brain to mush. He could feel your pussy spasm and by the way you were arching your back, he could tell you were really feeling it.

“You look so good right now. Fuck, Baby, let me go deeper, please.” You bit your lip, “Please, Ellie, Oh my god.” You cried out. Elliot moved both of your legs up towards your shoulders and pressed them into you, leaving you nowhere to run and thrusted even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Elliot!” You were screaming at this point.

You were in a fucking mating press.

Elliot grunted in response, too focused on getting his dick as deep into you as your body would allow. You were so warm and wet and he wanted to cum so bad, but you had to first.

“Pretty girl, are you close? Think you’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so close, Ellie, please make me cum!”

Ellie moaned in relief he was close too. “Then do it, Doll, cum for me. Now!” You were almost there.

Suddenly Elliot’s hand slipped down to your clit and he began rubbing fast circles. This action made you tense. Your eyes rolled back and you clenched tightly around Elliot’s cock. You were cumming and you were cumming hard.

Elliot moaned loudly and pushed himself to hold back until you were done. He felt liquid burst from your hole and leak onto his lower abdomen, so he pulled out. He jerked himself to completion and came all over your crotch and inner thighs.

You eventually came back down to earth, your body randomly twitching and your legs trembling. You swallowed, “Holy Shit…”

“Holy shit indeed…” Rue replied and you looked at her. At some point, her and Jules got naked and by the looks of it they fucked. Jules was panting and Rue had a shit eating grin on her face. You smiled at her and raised your hand to fist bump her, which she reciprocated.

Elliot flopped down beside you and kissed your shoulder. “Do you want something to drink?” He sat up and you nodded.

He got up and pulled you with him. You gave him a confused look until he explained that you had to pee after sex to prevent a UTI.

You stood on shaky legs and waddled to the bathroom to clean up.

-

The four of you laid in Elliot’s bed, still naked. There was something so therapeutic about it. Elliot reached under his pillow and pulled out the tin.

He reached over you to grab his lighter and you kissed his arm. You were still on the high from cumming so hard losing your virginity. He smiled down at you and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Elliot grabbed his lighter and opened the tin to reveal three pre-rolled joints. “I personally think this is the best part of sex.” He turned his head to look at you and you smiled. “It’s better than cumming?” He nodded. You do it while you’re still coming down and it’s just…” He chef’s kisses his fingers, you laugh.

He lit the joint, taking a small hit then passed it to you. You took a much bigger hit and passed it to Jules. Or at least tried to. She was passed the fuck out. Rue looked proud of herself and took the joint from your fingers.

“This is great… Being naked in bed with my three favorite people.” You snuggled into Elliot as Rue passed the joint back to him. You could feel sleep pulling you under and your eyes fluttered closed.

-

“And she’s out.” Elliot whispered to Rue after attempting to pass the joint to you. Rue high fived him and Elliot laughed. “I-“ He was cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating.

You had left it on his bedside table with the screen facing up. He shifted himself up to look at it and you grumbled. He froze and let you settle before attempting to look again.

You had three missed calls from an unsaved number and two from your dad. There was also a text message from that unknown number.

‘fucking call me back you dumb slut i know what you did’

Elliot read this out loud to Rue and she looked taken aback. “What the fuck?” She whispered to him. You rarely talked to anyone outside of their group, who the fuck was texting you like that.

The number called again and this time Elliot reached over and answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“You dumb fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking kill you when I get back!” A girl’s voice yelled from the phone.

“Maddy?!”

[coryosbaby]

Does anyone else write by picturing rue bennet narrating it or is that just me