#should reader and fez get together?

[loveofmychips]

get him back! - Steven Hyde x Reader

A/N: first time writing for That 70s Show! This is based on Season 1, and inspired by the new song, ‘get him back!’ by Olivia Rodrigo. I heard the lyrics and thought immediately of Hyde. Hope you love this, and let me know what you think. DISCLAIMER, I DO NOT SUPPORT DANNY MASTERSON, I AM WRITING FOR THE CHARACTER HYDE ONLY!!!

Summary: you decide you want to get your ex back….just in a more ‘sinister’ way

Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader

Word Counter: 3,512

Warnings: angst, slow burn, cursing, toxic relationship (pls don’t think this is healthy lol), lotsss of arguing, mentions of sex, harassment, alcohol

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I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring

He argued with me about everything

He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye

He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try"

You were introduced to the gang in the summer by Donna. You had been talking to her throughout sophomore year, and she decided you would be a perfect fit for the group.

Everyone was kind of weird, but you found it fun and loved how things were always different with them, especially when it came to Steven Hyde.

You had always thought he was cute, even before officially meeting him. His curly hair was something you wanted to touch and play with, and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses made him seem mysterious. Not to mention, who doesn't love a ‘fuck the patriarchy’ kind of attitude.

So, despite it taking a while to happen, you both eventually started dating at the beginning of the new year. And it was a complete trainwreck.

Hyde was the worst boyfriend at times. He never wanted to do the things you wanted, he would show up late to pick you up, and sometimes it felt like you were just convenient eye candy.

What made it worse? It was clear he had a thing for Donna, despite her and Eric wanting to be together.

After a month, others started to notice.

You were in the basement with Eric, working on a school project when Donna walked in.

"Hey, y/n, can we talk?" Donna asked as she sat on the couch.

"Well, we are kind of busy," Eric started before you interrupted with, "Yeah, sure."

Eric looked taken aback but put his book down anyway and sat back. "Right, it's not like we need to do schoolwork. Who needs education?"

"Eric, shut up," Donna rolled her eyes. "Look, we need to talk about you and Hyde... I don't know if you should keep going out with him."

There was an awkward silence before Eric got up. "I'm gonna... go anywhere but here," he said before rushing up the steps.

"What are you talking about?" You sighed, putting down your own books.

"He treats you like crap! I was at The Hub yesterday, and he showed up. I asked if you were with him, and all he had to say was, 'No,' and I know for a fact you were excited to have a movie night with him last night. You don't deserve to be treated like that!" Donna insisted.

You hesitated for a moment. That's where he was. It was bad enough he never showed up for your date at the theater, but the idea that he was with Donna instead made it even worse. You ended up drowning your feelings in buttered-up popcorn and the movie "Fun with Dick and Jane."

Most of the time when he wanted to hang out, he would drag you out to multiple parties and any club he could sneak you both into. If it was something you wanted to do, like a movie night, you would find yourself alone.

You shrugged it off, telling Donna, "Oh no. We actually canceled it. I wanted some alone time."

Donna saw through your excuse and tried to argue with you, but that day you insisted on moving on.

It didn't get better. You had more interactions similar to it, not only with Donna but soon with Eric, Jackie, and even Fez, all within the same week.

He said I was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth

And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin'

But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him

"Hyde, can we talk?" You asked softly as he flipped through a magazine next to you on the bed.

"What about?" He mumbled, not really paying attention to you. Not like he had been for the entire two hours you'd been at his house.

"Hyde, you stood me up last week. Can you put down the magazine?"

Hyde huffed and threw it down, saying, "There. What?"

You took a deep breath and sat up on his bed. "Look, I know you're not always the most romantic or anything, and I'm not trying to demand too much, but can we agree that if we set a date, you'll show up to it? It's really embarrassing for me, and others notice-"

"It's none of their business. Since when did you care what the others think?" Hyde questioned, his eyes narrowing at you behind his dark-tinted sunglasses. Despite wearing them, you always could tell his expression behind them.

"Well, I care when I get told by everyone that you treat me like shit," you stated in a point-blank manner.

Hyde chuckled a little, as if you were stating lies that were barely grazing his tough, shielded skin. "I don't treat you like shit."

"You ditched me last week! I think I have a right to want to talk about it, instead of you grunting your way through it like a caveman," you defended, glaring at the man in front of you.

Hyde was pissed. You always let him off the hook, and the one time you tried to talk about it, he was acting like you were the bad guy.

"I'm not grunting! You're making a big deal out of nothing. This is why guys are better off being single. Girls make everything so complicated," Hyde snapped.

You were shocked he suggested the idea of it, but why should you be? It makes sense, doesn't it? The reason Hyde is a horrible boyfriend is that he doesn't want to be your boyfriend.

"Really? You mean that?" You whispered. "Then let's make it easier for you. We're over."

"Y/n, hold on-"

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed your jacket and rushed out of his house. As you left, you vaguely heard his mom yelling at you both to keep it down because her program was on.

Luckily, she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

So I write him all these letters, and I throw them in the trash

'Cause I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh

Yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting "send"

I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do

Two months later, you were still hanging out with the gang.

Strangely enough, you were fine with being around Hyde once you got over it. At least you thought you were. Hyde only tried once to talk to you about breaking up. As quickly as you shot him down, he backed off completely, and you two practically never had conversations longer than short one-liners of insults back at each other.

Despite all the bad, you found yourself mostly remembering the good. The reasons you liked him in the first place: Hyde made you laugh, he was one hell of a kisser, and he knew how to comfort you if you were upset about school or anything else that wasn't about him.

You found comfort in your journaling, writing out your thoughts constantly because if you admitted to Jackie or Donna you missed him at night, then they would surely yell at you.

You were content writing it out. At least you thought you were.

Prom night was coming up, and people were pairing up one by one, leaving you with only two options: go with Fez or someone you barely knew.

Both were not ideal.

You were with the girls at Donna's house as she showed off her cute outfit for Prom.

"These are the shoes I'm wearing to Prom! Aren't they cool?" Donna said, holding up silver low pumps with an excited smile.

"Oh my God, I was gonna get new shoes except Michael didn't ask me," Jackie replied before you could compliment the cute shoes.

Donna looked a little discouraged before turning around and grabbing her dress off the cabinet above the fridge. "You like my Prom dress, right?"

"Of course! It matches your eyes!" You grinned, holding the end of the beautiful blue satin dress.

"I was gonna get a new Prom dress... except Michael didn't ask me," Jackie said with a pouty expression, making you and Donna just awkwardly nod. Luckily, Donna knew how to move the conversation along.

"I'm so nervous about Prom! I think it's gonna be the night that Eric and I... you know?" Donna hinted, making Jackie state, "Oh my Gosh, that's when Michael and I were gonna do it the first time!"

"You and Kelso did it like two months ago, and like thirty times after that!" You groaned out. "Look, why don't you just ask Kelso to go with you if you're so desperate?"

Jackie gasped and looked on the verge of tears. "Okay, first off, it would've been the first time at a Prom! Second off, this is the Prom! This is not the time for your stupid feminist crap!"

The door opened to reveal Eric and Kelso. The door slammed, leading to a usual standoff between Kelso and Jackie. It felt like a wild west showdown.

"Hello, Michael."

"Hello, Jackie."

"I'm just here helping Donna get ready for Prom... because Eric and Donna are going to Prom," Jackie stated, with tears still in her eyes.

"Yes, we are," Eric nodded in agreement, making you roll your eyes at the awkwardness. Kelso chuckled and replied, "I'm going to Prom...". You and Donna looked at him in hope to end the pain of Jackie complaining, while Jackie's eyes widened up until he finished his sentence, "I'm taking Pam Macy."

Donna immediately stood up and bolted out of the room into her living room, to which Eric followed nervously.

"Well, I'm gonna go—" You started heading for the door until Jackie yanked your arm back to sit down at the dining table again.

"Well, I have a date too," Jackie stated in a matter-of-fact tone, making you look at her confused. Why in the hell would she lie about that?

Then Kelso's reaction made everything make sense.

"Who is it? What's his name?" Kelso interrogated, as if he was a detective finding out who the killer is. Jackie was a spoiled brat, but damn did she know how to get a reaction out of Kelso.

"His name is... not important. What's important is he's better than you, in every conceivable way," Jackie smirked, leaning back in her chair all smug.

"Well. Damn, Jackie! That can be anybody!"

I wanna get him back

I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

Jackie's brilliance shone through in her unintentional advice on getting back at Hyde. As for your story, here's the continuation with grammar and punctuation improvements:

That day, you left Donna's house with a passion you had never felt before. You wondered if this is how Hyde felt when he pulled pranks on the boys or did something bad. It felt risky, but also so damn good.

You ended up going to The Hub and found a guy from school, Ethan. You never had a particular interest in Ethan. He was sort of bland but popular at school for being on the basketball team. So why him?

You distinctly remembered that one afternoon when you were dating, Hyde thought the guys who played basketball on the team were stupid for wearing uniforms with shorts.

Plus, Ethan was still somehow available, so it was perfect, right?

Well, that's where you messed up. He was available because he was a creep. He was already hinting at getting you into a hotel room before you could even figure out what time he was picking you up.

As much as you'd love to change your mind, you knew you needed a date. The plan wouldn't work without one, plus Jackie would kill you for going stag. So you went with it.

The night of prom, Ethan showed up at your door with bad intentions in his eyes.

You wore a lovely (f/c) floor-length gown with black heels that fit wonderfully to your figure. Your (h/c) hair was left down and hairsprayed to perfection, and you held a small black purse with your stuff. Long story short, you looked hot. Any idiot would have been able to see that, meaning Hyde would too.

"Well, you look ready to stay in the back seat of my car all night," Ethan badly flirted, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm more interested in going to the prom... you know, the thing I asked you to in the first place?" You hinted while walking to his car.

He moved to open the passenger-side door for you, which was sweet until he ruined it with a, "Well, we will see how you feel after an hour."

This was going to be a long night.

Oh, I wanna get him back

'Cause then again, I really miss him, and it makes me real sad

Oh, I want sweet revenge, and I want him again

I want to get him back, back, back

The Point Place Junior Prom looked adorable with the multi-colored streamers, balloons, and a rocking band, which managed to cheer you up after the lousy ride there. The entire ride, Ethan kept trying to put his hand on your thigh, as if you'd skip the entire prom just for a loud five minutes with him in a crappy motel room.

You attempted to have a fun night, but disappointment was slowly taking over you. It was the end of the night, and everyone was slow dancing. Hyde had been with Jackie, and you doubted he even was looking at you.

Ethan was nonstop insisting all night on leaving, which only continued to bug you more and more.

"Hey, Ethan, can you get me some punch?" You asked, putting a halt to the dance.

"Yeah, fine." Ethan huffed and walked away. You walked over to the table where Jackie was sitting, noticing how sad she looked.

"Hey, Jackie... you look great tonight. That color is great on you," you complimented, realizing you hadn't talked to her all night due to her being with Hyde.

"Thanks... I'm sorry I brought Hyde. I thought it would make Michael jealous, but I don't think he cares about me with Pam Macy around," Jackie admitted, before her sad eyes became soft and hopeful.

You turned to see Kelso behind you, looking down at her with love.

"Jackie."

"Michael."

You smiled at them both before getting up from the table to leave them alone. At least someone's plan worked tonight. You looked around to try and spot Ethan. He was nowhere to be found near the refreshment table, and instead, you spotted Hyde watching you.

Hyde nodded up at you in his silent, "How you doin'?" style. Slowly, you started to walk towards him.

"Hey... how's the punch?" You attempted to joke, making him crack a small smile.

Hyde pulled back his jacket to reveal a small flask. "Better with alcohol. I would ask if you want some, but you barely drank when we were together."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing that was a while ago," you commented, getting some punch and holding out your cup for him to spike it.

Hyde smirked and poured some in for you until you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned to see the one and only, Ms. Kaminski.

"Is that alcohol I see?"

Oh, I wanna key his car, I wanna make him lunch

I wanna break his heart, stitch it right back up

I wanna kiss his face with an uppercut

I wanna meet his mom, and tell her her son sucks

"Dammit, Hyde, I can't believe you got us kicked out of the dance! My date is in there!" You scolded as the double school doors closed behind you both.

Hyde rolled his eyes and attempted to start walking away from you. "Oh yeah, your date. Ethan's a real charmer," Hyde mumbled.

This is what he always did. But you weren't letting him get away that easy. Not like when you were dating. You rushed in front of him and pushed back on his shoulder to make him stop walking.

"For your information, that date was my ride home! Thanks to you, I'm walking home in heels. Which, by the way, are not comfortable!" You snapped.

"Relax, man. I can drive you home. I got Jackie's Lincoln," Hyde groaned. "I thought with the drink maybe you have chilled out a bit—"

"Chill out? Hyde, this was the junior prom! I was excited for the dance, and now it's done! All because I accepted a fucking drink from your... your dumbass!" You yelled before lightly smacking his shoulder, as most of the gang does to each other.

"Screw you, Steven Hyde. Screw your alcohol, and screw your ride! Just screw, screw, screw!"

You don't think you ever said "screw" that much in your entire life. Usually, it's a regular curse word like "fuck," but for some reason, all you could think of was... well, "screw." That's all Hyde ever had done for you. He was the one who screwed everything up. Not just tonight, but your entire past relationship.

As you started walking away down the sidewalk to go home, you instantly started to regret not putting up with your anger for the ride. God, do heeled shoes start to hurt after a short time. You knew you got out what needed to, though. Despite your breakup being so explosive, Hyde and you never talked about it otherwise. Maybe that's just because he hates relationship drama and never brought it up. Or maybe you were just too weak from the pain to ever really confront him about it all.

Regardless, the tension between you two had been brewing for 3 months, and you should have known it would have been released sooner or later.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a car approaching you from the side, and though you tried not to look, you eventually did.

Hyde was slowly driving next to you with the Lincoln, just as he promised earlier. He started rolling down the windows and said, "Y/n, get in."

"No."

"Stop acting tough. I know your feet probably hurt."

You stopped at that statement. You turned towards the window as anger slowly started brewing again.

"Oh yeah? Because you know so much, don't you? You know everrrrrything about me, don't you? Tell me more about how I'm feeling, oh please, Hyde." You growled, turning and starting to walk again.

Hyde jumped out of the Lincoln, slamming the door closed and jumping in front of you.

"You should be grateful, man! Your date was a creep and was grabbing your ass all night!" Hyde snapped. "Now cut the crap, and get in the damn car!"

His words made you freeze before saying, "How would you know he was grabbing my ass?"

"What am I, stupid?! I watched you all night—" He started before realizing what he was saying, "Dammit..."

"You're jealous—"

"No—"

"That I was with someone else." You finished.

"I wasn't jealous. I was just making sure he didn't do anything!" Hyde defended with a sigh.

You slowly moved towards him with a small smile covering your face, "Hyde..."

Hyde took a deep breath, "He's a jerk... And I was a jerk. You don't deserve that, alright? Not again." He mumbled, stepping towards you until you were close to each other's faces.

"You're right. I don't deserve that... so whatever this is right now should stop."

"Yeah... we should stop..."

Your words didn't match your actions. Neither of you backed away. It felt like hours you stood there staring into each other's eyes, when in reality it was only a minute.

"But what if we didn't?" Hyde whispered, gently reaching up to move your (h/c) hair out of your (s/c) face as a soft wind casted.

"Hyde—"

"I messed up. I know I did, alright? I suck and took you for granted. Can you forgive me?" Hyde pleaded, holding onto your face now with both of his hands.

You hesitated, knowing how everyone in the gang would feel. They would say you're stupid for taking him back. The amount of burns would be endless in the basement.

The fear of him hurting you again was strong... but damn, the temptation was stronger.

"You promise not to look at other girls? To go on dates with me like I want? To stop being late?" You whispered.

Hyde nodded quickly, "I promise—"

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Hyde wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible yet it still didn't feel close enough.

The taste of alcohol mixed with crappy high school dance punch never tasted better than on his lips and tongue. It sent fireworks throughout your body, knowing he was yours again. And it was gonna stay that way.

[mjlovescm]

Two green thumbs, Fezco O'Neil

a/n: another super old oneshot idea finally set free from brain !! Reader and Fezco’s love for gardening and making each other sandwiches 

From a young age, you knew you had a green thumb. Whether it was playing in dirt at the park or watching seeds grow for school projects. Plants, seeds, fruits, vegetables and, of course, dirt were all things you knew very well. So when your school started a gardeners club, you were first in line, but after disagreements ending in mud slinging and foul words, you left. By force. 

But that didn't stop you, and not too long after, a second gardening club was formed with you as its sole member. That was before a certain ginger haired boy saw you struggling with carrying around a few large bags of soil. 

"Fuck!" you cursed a bit loudly then you should have for a school hallway.

"You good?"

You turned around with an irritated expression, expecting a member of your previous club behind you. Instead, it was a boy from your math class. The cute, smart one who always raised his hand and wore a gold chain. 

"You need help?"

You nod, breathing heavier than you realized. 

"Grab that end, and I'll grab this one." 

The suggestion is shot down by the freckled boy, insisting on carrying it himself. 

"Yea, these bags heavy as shit." He told you as he lifted the bag over his shoulder. 

You laugh and a small smile breaks through his concentrated expression. 

"I know I've been moving them all by myself."

"I thought y'all had a whole club of people." he asked, curious as to why you were doing this alone. 

The mention of the original gardening club sent you down a spiral, which you unloaded on the boy. As he moved bag after bag of soil, you went on and on. Complaining about changing club hours, disorganized meetings and not considering the weather. It wasn't until he dropped the last bag that you realized you'd been rambling. 

"I get that, my grandma likes to do her own things too." 

His lifting left his skin with a light layer of sweat, to make up for his help, you offer him water and half of your packed lunch. 

"Mm, this is good." a content noise leaves him. "Where'd you get it?"

The compliment makes you smile in a giddy way that's hard to hide. 

"I made it myself" you gloat, "and grew it. The tomatoes and lettuce, I mean."

Together, you ate for a few minutes before getting to work on the soil. After grabbing himself a pair of gloves, the boy joined in. After an hour of hard work, it was time to go home. You both grabbed your bookbags and walked to the front of the school, where an older woman and a baby were waiting. Goodbyes were exchanged and he left.

As his grandmother drove away, you continued your wave and smile, only now remembering the redhead's name. Fezco. 

Years later and the tradition of having lunch with Fezco never died, and neither did the two of you's love for gardening. 

It was a nice spring day, warm and cool. You walked up to Fezco's door with a basket in hand, yet before you could knock, Ashtray swung the door open. 

"Checking my location again?"

It wasn't the first time Ash had been prepared for you coming over. His love for video games made him detest getting up in the middle of  one to open the door for you if Fez was busy. So he watched your location and knew when to take a bathroom break so he could get the door for you. 

"Nice dress." he ignores the question. 

"Thank you, I got it at the mall." you tell him, walking into their home.

It was a blue dress that greatly complimented your figure, it was scattered with flowers and paired with simple blue shoes. 

"Yea, when yall didn't take me."

"It was a date." 

He slips his headphones back on and returns to his gaming chair and game. 

You find your boyfriend in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. His blue eyes meet your brown ones as he finishes drinking the leftover milk. He chokes for a moment seeing you, you both jump before rushing for a paper towel to clean the milk that spilled. 

"Damn, baby, you scared me."

"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you." a beat of silence. "Surprise. Well, actually, we have to drive to the surprise."

After a quick outfit change and second bowl of cereal, you two were in the car and on the way to his surprise. The ride is short but filled with conversation and Fezco's questions on where you were leading him and what you had in store. 

"Close your eyes."

Although you're dead serious, he looks at you as if you just told him a bad joke. But after adding a "please" and "baby" he folded.

"You better not make me trip," Fez warns as you guide him, being his eyes. "I'm not tryna fall in front of all these people."

"You're not gonna fall." you assure him, "But I will if your big feet keep kicking me."

"My fault." he apologizes as if his hands weren't currently blocking his view.

It took a minute but once you found your way there you placed Fezco in front of the two garden plots and instructed him to open his eyes. 

"Surprise!" you yell and watch his hands leave his face.

At first, he's confused, understandable. The same way anyone looking at two plots of soil would be. 

Many times, Fezco had told you of his ideal future. A family, a farm and his own land. Although your family was made up of the two of you and Ash. And the land was technically owned by the community garden, it was a small start. Since leaving school to take care of his grandmother and Ashtray, your boyfriend was limited to your garden only, and now he had his own. 

Kisses cover your face and "Thank you baby."'s fill your ears. Fezco's large arms hold you tight and close as he showers you in love and gratitude. 

Once he released you from his grasp, you gave Fezco a full tour of the entire community center. From its large garden and outdoor space, library, and list of hobbies and clubs. When you made your way back to the plots, he was ready to start planning his future plant layout. 

Two and a half months later... It was a hot summer day, overly sunny but saved by strong winds and few clouds. Fezco was returning home with dirty hands and fresh vegetables. After a good wash and cut, he pulled out his phone, taking a picture and sending it to you.

"You hungry? I'm making lunch." he speaks his words out loud as he types them.

He hits send and waits for a response before bringing all of his sandwich ingredients out. Not too long after you arrived at the O'Neil residence, he seated you at the dinner table and asked you to close your eyes. When they open, you're met with a fresh BLT and a smile waiting for your approval. 

"What's this?"

"Try it, tell me what it tastes like. I made it," a beat, "and grew it. The lettuce and tomato, I mean." 

"I know what you mean." 

You lift the hefty sandwich and take a large bite. A content noise leaving you as the rich flavor meets your tongue. Nodding as you chew, Fezco watches you enjoy the fruits or well vegetables of his labor, remembering the little girl who rambled on about dirt.

masterlist Messy, 🍋

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Fezco Masterlist 1 ♥️

This is strictly my Fezco Masterlist.

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

la vie en rose (completed)- masterlist

Dangerous Woman (Completed)- masterlist

Soft Place To Land (Complete)- masterlist

Friends With Benefits: Part 1; Part 2

My Boys: Part 1; Part 2

Caught Red Handed: Part 1; Part 2

Cocaine Jesus:

Summary/Request: "Reader and Fez met one day at his store, the girl drawn to him immediately. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel the same, the need to please and spoil her consuming him. She loved the attention too, just wanting to be held and praised by him."

The Accountant:

Summary/Request: "Reader is a successful accountant just like Fezco is a successful business man. He’s only been to her place of work a few times but he felt the need to go support her and catch her alone."

Tell Me It's Okay:

Summary/Request: "After Rue spent all day wandering around, trying to find someone to take her in, the reader witnesses a fight between the two friends. A fight that would have a longer lasting impact than his previous ones.

Safe and Sound:

Summary/Request: "After a big fight with her boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, the reader goes to the familiar corner store in need of support and help from her best friend."

Silent Treatment:

Summary/Request: "Fezco regretted to inform his girlfriend about Faye and her new living situation, which was now their home. She’s a bit pissed off and disappointed, Fez’s obvious disregard for her and Ash’s opinions making both of them equally upset."

Off The Deep End:

Summary/Request: "Reader’s having a difficult time with her mental health so her best friend Fez takes matters into his own hands."

Needy:

Summary/Request: "Just a few little instances where Fez was not able to keep his hands off of his girl."

We're Not Friends:

Summary/Request: "The reader has been friends with Fezco for years. She’s never really been bothered or jealous over the handsome man, until Faye enters the picture."

Fuck To Make Up:

Summary/Request: "Even though they had a child together, the reader and Fez have spent months away from one another. They were amicable when it came to their child and making sure she’s healthy, but their friendship dwindled. One night after their baby goes to sleep, the reader and Fez have an eye opening conversation. And a leg spreading one too."

Fake You Out:

Summary/Request: "Rue and Faye get the reader, Fezco and Ash into a sticky situation with the local gangbanger Laurie."

Little House:

Summary/Request: "Just a ramble of the reader and Fezco’s life stemming from the beginning of their relationship, to the present."

Overwhelming:

Summary/Request: "After a heated night after getting high, the reader uncovers a part of herself to Fezco."

Watch Your Man, Watch Your Mouth:

Summary/Request: "Could you do a Fez x reader imagine where it uses the “watch your man, you should watch your mouth”, like someone tells Y/N, “You should watch your man” n like a bad bitch she does the “you should watch your mouth”:)"

Polite Company:

Summary/Request: "Could you write a fez x reader where she gets jealous cause Lexi keeps hanging around hum and he gets mad at her before she admits that she likes him."

Daddy Dearest:

Summary/Request: "This tells a handful stories of the Reader and her household. Reader has been dating Fez for about a year or two, her being the only girl his daughters ever known."

Friends:

Summary/Request: "could you do about fez girlfriend actually getting along with faye while they're living together and fez being jealous of all the attention shes getting"

Saturday Nights:

Summary/Request: "could you write something for fezco inspired by saturday nights by khalid"

Scared:

Summary/Request: "pregnancy scare with fez?"

Truth or Dare:

Summary/Request: "reader x fezco imagine where they are playing truth and dare and then they start having fun (you know what I mean 😏 ahah). But during the game there is a sort of sexual tension"

Labor Pains:

Summary/Request: "If you have time, I was wondering if I could please have one with fez? The reader is pregnant and goes into labor and he gets to hold and meet his baby girl for the first time? 🥺"

Clean Up:

Summary/Request: "would you mind writing a fez fluff where like the reader is his gf and she’s like doing skincare"

Understood:

Summary/Request: "Can you write fez+reader where the reader is maddy's sister and is pregnant (boy or girl which ever you prefer) and maddy and ash are fighting about whose going to buy what for the baby?"

Everywhere:

Summary/Request: "one of my previous asks about the fez x reader to everywhere by niall horan lowkey doesnt make sense when theyre best friends, so if u wanna make them exes or like they have feelings & tried to get together but didnt last long/didnt even start bc timing was off so they pushed it down & stayed friends idk but still friendly w each other & ash & her still love each other & hang"

Princess:

Summary/Request "fezco is so whipped he treats reader like a princess and everyone teases him about it but he doesn’t care bc in the bedroom 🥵"

Ocean Eyes:

Summary/Request "Fez is sick and needs taken care of."

Rest and Recover:

Summary/Request "Just some headcannons about how a lazy day with Ash and Fez is like."

Sing a Song:

Summary/Request "These are some headcannons for Fez dating a singer."

Cruising:

Summary/Request "Just some headcannons about Fezco dating a skater girl."

Innocence Is Bliss:

Summary/Request "Just some headcannons of how Fez might be with an innocent reader."

Suit Shopping:

Summary/Request "Fez suit shopping for lexis play."

Leading Hand:

Summary/Request "Fez with a dominant girlfriend that like to hold his waist and rub his thighs while driving and stuff"

Sleepwalker:

Summary/Request "Is there anyway you could something where Fez’s girlfriend is a sleep walker? and just the moments him and ash have to deal with when she stays the night"

Tatted:

Summary/Request "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."

Puppy Dog Eyes:

Summary/Request "Could you do nsfw Fezco with prompts 17 and 22?"

Missed:

Summary/Request "anyway can you write a fix about fez and his girlfriend being a celebrity actress/singer and she spends a lot of time away from him but when they are together they are both so so happy and maybe like little blurbs of them missing eachother or blurbs of them together and really happy? thank you!!!!"

Force Feed: 

Summary/Request " fezco x reader where the reader has a fainting problem"

Fezco NSFW Alphabet

Fezco Fluff Alphabet

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Hello! Would you write a (season five Michael Kelso scenario where he and reader broke up on good terms for some reason and they are still friends (but they still love each other) So say the group goes to some event with each other (like a dinner or something for a school event) and there’s live music and like an hour or so after being there Kelso Excuses himself to go the the “restroom” and a few minutes later he’s on stage embarrassing himself singing the readers favorite song to win them back and it’s just super awkward and stuff but he thinks it’s the best way because he’s Kelso 💀 thank you!!

Take a Chance on Me (Michael Kelso X Reader)

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Summary: Senior year had been full of ups and downs for the gang. After having to convince some of your friends, you all go to the last dance of the year. Your ex-boyfriend Michael Kelso has a secret plan to get you back.

***

It was just another day in Eric Forman’s basement. Everyone sat in their unassigned assigned spots watching cartoons, wondering what to do for the weekend.

“We could go to the Hub,” Eric suggested, absentmindedly playing with Donna’s hair.

“Nah, we go there too much,” Hyde said. He tapped a random beat with his foot, trying to think. “We could go to the drive-in.”

“We have no money.” Fez countered. It was true; besides Jackie, the group was pretty broke.

“And all the movies there suck anyway,” Donna added.

“We could go to Spring Fling.” Kelso shrugged like he didn’t care about his own idea.

“Ew, I don’t wanna go to a stupid dance,” Hyde said with a sneer. You lit up, thinking about Kelso’s suggestion.

“You know, I bet it wouldn’t be that bad. It might be fun.” The others didn’t look too convinced. “Come on, guys. Spring Fling is the last event of the school year; we should go!” Jackie gasped, suddenly interested in the conversation. She turned in Hyde’s lap to face him, arms hooking around his neck.

“Oh, please, Steven, let’s go!”

“No, I don’t wanna.”

“Please.”

“Jackie, I don’t wanna go to a stupid dance.” Jackie pouted, staring down at him. After a moment, he broke, letting out a long sigh. “Fine.” She clapped with glee.

“See, guys, if Hyde’s gonna go, then it can’t be that bad.” You said. After a minute of thought, everyone agreed. Jackie jumped from Hyde’s lap, grabbing your and Donna’s wrists.

“Come on! You guys gotta help me pick out what to wear!”

***

After looking through her closet, Jackie decided she didn’t like any of her clothes enough to wear to Spring Fling. So the three of you loaded into your car and went to the mall.

“Oh my gosh, Y/n, you should get this. It’s totally your color.” Jackie said, holding a dress up to your view.

“Jackie, we’re here because you wanted to shop.” 

“I know, but it’s so cute.” She held the dress against your body, and even though you didn’t necessarily need it, you did agree. “Michael would absolutely die.” You immediately pushed the dress away.

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“Yes, he would,” Donna interjected. “The entire ride to and from California, all he did was talk about you.” Now that surprised you.

Before he and Donna ran away to California in the summer, you and Michael Kelso had been dating for almost two years. But you had accidentally scared him off from talks of the future, your future together in particular. It broke your heart when he left without even a note. But miraculously, when he and Donna were brought back by Eric, you two remained good friends.

So the fact that the man who was supposed to love you and then abandoned you apparently only thought about you when he was gone was utterly baffling.

“Well, either way, I don’t care.” You responded. But you did care. And Donna and Jackie knew it too. Jackie held the dress to you again.

“At least try it on, Y/n. You’d look hot.” 

“Fine.” You yanked the hanger out of her hand and stalked off to the fitting rooms. “But I’m not doing it for Kelso!”

***

You didn’t try the dress on for him, but Kelso was definitely part of the reason why you bought it. You and the girls got ready at your house while you waited for the guys to come pick you up. Part of you wanted to just go in your own car and meet them at the dance, but everyone insisted they go together.

A few honks alerted you and the girls that the boys were in the driveway waiting. You all rushed down the stairs and walked out to see Kelso’s van. He rolled down the window, sticking his head out.

“Y/n, you can come sit up front.” Jackie and Donna smirked, pushing you toward the front while they went to sit in the back. Kelso reached over to open the door for you, and you climbed in. Music played as he drove, everyone talking in the back. “You look pretty.” You were taken off guard by how shy he sounded. He glanced at you, borderline staring whenever you were at a stoplight.

“Thanks.” You looked at him, clearing your throat. “You look pretty too.” You wanted to slap yourself. You tried to compliment him back but didn’t know what to say. Before you could correct yourself, he grinned. He grinned the way he did when you complimented him when you were dating, equally shy and prideful from your attention.

“Thanks.”

The gym was filled by the time you got to the school. You were honestly surprised that this many people had come to a school event that wasn’t prom. But it seemed like everyone was having fun, especially with the live music. It seemed to be a group of underclassmen that didn’t have anything better to do.

“When can we leave?” Hyde immediately asked. Jackie slapped his arm, telling him to behave.

“We can’t leave yet hide.” Fez rolled his eyes as if Hyde had forgotten an important part of the night that would be happening at this dance. “We have to stay for when Kelso-”

“Hey, Fez, there’s a snack table. Go nuts.” Kelso interrupted, pushing his friend away. The rest of the group dispersed, leaving you and Kelso to dance, which was really just shifting your weight from foot to foot in time to the music.

“What was Fez talking about?” You asked. Kelso laughed nervously, waving his hand.

“Oh, nothing. We gave him some chocolate before we left, and you know how he gets.” Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, you nodded and pointed behind him.

“I think I’m gonna get some punch.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Like a shadow, Kelso stayed close to you for the rest of the night. But not in a weird way. In fact, it comforted you that he was near you like he used to be. He only left you to go to the bathroom, so now you waited for him in the crowd of friends and strangers. You were talking to Donna about something when she nudged your shoulder and pointed behind you towards the makeshift stage. You turned around confused but soon became horrified.

Michael Kelso was standing on stage, staring at you while he adjusted the height on the microphone stand, and the band behind him started playing a familiar tune.

“I’d like to dedicate this song to Y/n L/n.” He announced quickly before he ran out of intro music. He then went on to sing Take a Chance on Me from ABBA, smiling dumbly at you the entire time. For some verses, he would do little dances or act out the lyrics. He wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t necessarily good either. Everyone laughed, including the gang, but he didn’t care.

While Michael sang, you were hit with a flood of memories. This song played on the jukebox during your first date at the Hub. He was so nervous, which made you giggly because he had never acted so scared around you. That night, he walked you home and kissed you at the door; the rest was history.

It was a history that you wanted to keep buried. He had left you because he was scared about having a future with you, throwing away the good years between you when he ran to California.

But along with that history was your love for Michael Kelso. And everything was starting to come up to the surface.

Suddenly, he was standing in front of you. The song was over, and the band was now playing something else, distracting everyone around you, so you could only focus on each other.

“I want you back.” The statement hit you like a ton of bricks as if he hadn’t just dedicated a serenation to you of what you considered to be your song. “Please, Y/n. I want another chance.”

“You left me.” You don’t know why you said that. You wanted to say, ‘Yes, Michael Kelso, I’ll give you another chance because I never stopped loving you.’ But you guessed that your brain overrode your heart because it was supposed to know better.

“I know.” He sounded so sad and full of regret. “I freaked out.”

“You ran over 2,000 miles away.”

“I know.” Kelso started to sound defeated, which broke your heart. “I, I was scared. I didn’t think I was ready for anything after graduation. So when you started talking about life after high school, I realized I had no idea what to do.”

“Micah, please tell me there’s a ‘but.’” Calling him by the nickname only you would call him felt so natural, and he almost melted at the name like he used to. But he had to focus.

“But, when I was in California, I would try thinking about what I wanted to do if and when I came back to Point Place. And every time I had an idea, you were there. Every single time.”

You were speechless. In all the years you had known Michael, he was never this articulate or romantically outspoken with his feelings. Based on your expression, he knew you didn’t know what to say but would allow him to keep talking. So he did.

“I’m not going anywhere this time. I swear. I’ll get on my knees and beg you if I have to, Y/n. Please, all I need is one more chance.” He started to get nervous because you were still silent. You just stared at him. “Say something.”

“Okay.” It was quiet, and he shouldn’t have been able to catch it because of how loud and crowded the gym was, but he did. He grinned.

“Okay?” You nodded in confirmation.

“Okay.” You stood on your toes and threw yourself on him, arms around his neck and head buried in his shoulder. On instinct, Kelso wrapped his arms around your waist, slightly lifting you off the ground. You pulled your head up to look at him, noses bumping. “But just one chance.”

“That’s all I need, Baby.” He leaned forward and kissed you while you still dangled in the air. Your friends were probably freaking out at the sight, and other Spring Fling participants probably wished you would move because you were borderline making out on the dance floor. But none of that mattered. In your head, it was just you, Michael Kelso, and a new chance.

[siriusist]

Kick Sand: HBOWarDaily's Summer Exchange:

Gift for @footprintsinthesxnd

Requested:

Shows: Band of Brothers, Masters of the Air

Type of gift: graphics/edits, moodboards/wallpapers, fanart, fanfiction, fanvideo

Masters of the Air characters: Gale 'Buck' Cleven, Robert 'Rosie ' Rosenthal, Harry Crosby, Ken Lemmons

Fanfiction preferences: Character x Reader, Character X OC,

Fanfiction prompts: Enemies to lovers themes or Hurt/ comfort themes I don’t mind either x reader or x oc

Summary: Buck Cleven, post-World War Two and after the death of his wife, finds life... middling. Based on discussion in the Masters of the Air fandom regarding how Buck's first wife passed, relatively quickly after he had returned from war, and what that must have felt like for a man who still had so much more life left to live and who had fought so hard to get back to her.

So comfort themes and Character x OC it is!

Buck Cleven knew that he should be enjoying the summer. At one point in his life, summer was his favourite month. The heat reminded him of his time in Morocco- warm, inviting, fun, with his best friend by his side. The way he got into fistfights and card games in equal measure, ending up with a fez on top of his head after one night that he never bothered to fully explain to Buck how he acquired, and that Buck had to piece together the story from a gathering of privates who listened to gossip more than he did.

But that seemed like a lifetime ago. Now, almost ten years after his time in World War Two, and a year after his wife passed, everything seemed a little… dried out. Bitter. Crumbling. Dry. The more time consumed itself, the more he realized he needed more and more to put himself out there. Remember his zest for life.

He tried to do things that were once fun for him. Which explained why he was currently at the beach, the sand beneath his toes and sitting a bit unceremoniously on a striped beach blanket. But for some reason, it felt... hollow.

Remote.

Performative. As if this was something he remembered from long ago that people did once for fun.

He wiggled his toes lamely in the sand.

He’d always been a keen observer of people- it just seemed as though he’d become one more and more in the past year. And not by choice. His previous observations had been a way of keeping himself self-contained, safe. If he was to psychoanalyze, it was probably due to a childhood with a questionable father figure. If he wasn’t, it was just a means of self-preservation now that Marjorie had passed.

His friends would fall firmly into two categories. Either they’d reach out (Maybe overreach), and encourage him to move forward with life- to which they received a firm and rare glare (Bucky).

Or they’d give too much space- and not reach out for months before inviting him randomly to some barbeque or another (Crosby). Some sort of low-stakes get-together that Buck always found himself too tired to attend.

He still hadn’t moved Marjorie’s things out of their house, or into a separate room. Her photo was on the mantel, and he expected it would never move from there. It just… didn’t feel right.

Instead, he had pushed himself into more education the older he got, courtesy of the US Air Force. First, an MBA from Harvard Business School in 1949- then the Korean War- then a number of assignments- including, but not limited to, Norton AFB, Sandia AFB, and Bolling AFB. 

Education meant he didn’t have to think about other things. He was considering a Ph.D now- Astrophysics. A dissertation on “An astrometrical study of the region of Orion.” Bucky still didn’t have a damn clue what any of it meant. 

Which was why he still liked him.

Still- he hadn’t worked on love. Or even thought about it. And now- having pushed his intellect to the limit- just like he’d pushed his body in his early twenties- he just felt… old. Dried out. Like a husk of his former self. At least- where love was concerned. The death of his wife the final gutting he hadn’t anticipated.

Which was why he practically been staring a hole into the ice cream almost comically dripping onto his hand that he’d been cajoled into buying at the concession stand, sitting gingerly on a beach blanket and practically willing himself to relax. This was a rare time off for him. He needed to relax. He needed to remember how to be loose. 

He could be loose, again, right?

He was fun. Despite what Bucky said.

“Mister- your ice cream is dripping-“ A voice cut through his thoughts. Buck pulled himself back from the edge of thinking, to see a small boy with too much sunscreen on his shoulders and nose staring at the mint-chocolate chip ice cream dripping on this hand.

Buck tried to chuckle and looked around for something to wipe the excess melted ice cream on.  Eventually, he settled on grimly wiping it on the corner of his blanket- silently reminding himself to soak and double-wash the blanket once he got home so the dairy smell didn’t stick.

Well. This was a fun idea.

And if there was anything Buck Cleven was known for, it was being fun.

God, he could practically hear Bucky's voice mocking him, now.

“Thanks for letting me know-“ He says with a small smile, now observing the little kid who was still staring, mouth agape, in front of him, almost frozen in fascination.

Gale liked kids. He liked how honest they were. Not enough to have had any of his own- kids shouldn’t have to deal with parents who weren’t able to commit to the amount of attention they deserved- and with his schedule, lord knows, he couldn't give that to them. 

Well, at least, not yet.

Gale looked down at his melting cone, before holding it out to the kid lightly. 

“You allergic to anything in ice cream?” He asks, looking around conspiratorially to make sure no eagle-eyed parents were watching. If he was honest, he probably wouldn't want some random man giving his theoretical child ice cream, either- but it was the usual. Once Bucky's voice got in his head- it lodged itself there. Forced him to do things that were outside of his comfort zone. Pushed him to be fun. Take risks. Hell, he could practically hear him now:

"Awww, would you look at that face, Buck? Look at that face- give the kid some ice cream- fat load of good it's doing you- melting all over your hand-"

The boy shook his head to the allergy question, as Buck casually stood, but holding the ice cream cone out at an angle. He also knew he shouldn't trust kids. There was a kid who lied about being allergic to chocolate in his home town. Blew up twice his size and it took a week for the allergic reaction on his hands to go down.

But still, Bucky's voice was in the back of his head.

"Hey- as long as the kid isn't anaphylactic- what are you waitin' for? December?"

“Well, I am. Would be a shame if someone took this off my hands-“ Buck starts, before he can even think of what he was doing.

The boy had snatched the melting ice cream cone before Buck had even gotten a chance to finish his sentence. Buck smiling slightly, before moving to pack up his things before someone could excuse him of something.

“EXCUSE ME!”

Shit.

He saw the figure of a woman determinedly striding up before he saw her face, the sunglasses he’d been wearing making everyone’s faces a blur. It was only when he saw she was a compact brunette, the same intensity as her son, that he put two in two together.

“Are you in the habit of giving children strange food?” Her voice snaps through the air, in the same manner as a drill sergeant expecting an answer yesterday.

Buck mentally groaned. This was not what he needed on his vacation. Now other parents were turning. He’d been in a POW camp- right now he’d take the camp over how the “normies” were looking at him.

“Look- ma'am- I didn’t mean anything by it-“

“By having a strange man give my son food? You bet your-“ The woman pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, turning. Buck couldn’t help but grin. The woman clearly trying not to swear in front of her befuddled son, who pointedly took a long lick of his newly acquired ice cream cone.

“Look-“ Buck says firmly, thankful for his military de-escalation training at this point. “I got an ice cream cone- that’s what you do at the beach, right? And… I didn’t want it. So I gave it to your kid who looked ready to eat it whole. Is that so bad?”

He saw her eyes open warily, looking somewhat like a snake ready to strike. 

“No…”

“There we go. Hell, I’ll have a lick, too, if it convinces you it isn’t going to make your son keel over-“ He says innocently, as her son silently but pointedly takes another lick.

The boy's mother finally sighs, taking off her sunglasses. Buck mirrored her body language. Both were silent as their eyes finally properly met, and taking the other in. They both smiled.

“I’m sorry-“ The woman sighed, shaking her head. “It’s just… I want to keep him safe-“ She says weakly, looking to him as if hoping he’d understand. "It's just us-"

Buck felt a tug in his chest, a tug he hadn’t felt since he spent time with Marj. 

“I understand completely. But trust me- I just got the wrong order-“ He lies, causing her to chuckle. “Listen, I like ice cream as much as the next person- but mint chocolate chip? It’s like toothpaste mixed with chocolate- no offense, kid-“

The kid shrugged cheerfully, the cone already half-gone and unable to say anything with a mouth full of food.

His mother smiled. “I could see your dilemma. Unfortunately, for us- it’s also his favourite-“ She smiles, nodding to her son, before placing her hand to her chest.

“Carrie.”

Buck smiled again. Carrie.

“Buck.”

Carrie grinned. “Well, as a single mother, I was going to tell you to go kick sand- but it looks like you already managed that-“ She nods down, to where his feet were still covered with sand.

Buck chuckled, feeling his chest tinge again, reaching out and pushing the boy’s head playfully to the side like he had with some of his men during the war. “Yeah, well, I take care of my own needs, as well-“ He teases back. He looked down to a bare ring finger. 

“So-“

Carrie interrupted his thoughts, looking amused. “You only buy terrible ice cream flavours, or do you buy ladies quality flavours as well?”

Buck smiled, easily bumping her shoulder as he wordlessly led the way off the beach, Carrie and the kid falling into a marching formation behind him.

Sometimes, some things just fit.

[writing-with-emy]

Hi okay so! I saw your requests were open so I’m here to beg on my knees for a Fezco x reader euphoria fic!!

I’m just in desperate need for a fluffy comedy fic with him 🧎🏼‍♀️ with prompts of 15 and 19! I’m thinking it’s like the New Year’s party and the reader is just being so annoying but fez can’t help but just smile ya know that kinda vibe 😩 thanks

New Years Eve - Fezco x gn!reader

*REQUESTS ARE CLOSED* | Fezco Masterlist | Prompt List | (A/N: I hope you like it! I watched Kim Possible while finishing it, and I'm so sorry that it took so long!) Shipping: Fezco x gn!reader Summary: It's New Years Eve, while being drunk you decided to have a talk with Fezco and slightly annoying him, even if you didn't remember what had happened the next day. Word count: 872 Prompts: #15: "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?"; "Checking how High the drop is, see if it's worth it." & #19: "I don't like saying 'I told you so', but-"; "The Hell you don't, it's your favorite phrase." Warnings: Nothing really, some curse words, drinking, mention of having a hangover, Not proof read, English is not my first language

You have no Idea how long you have been in Virgils house. The Party has been going on for probably way too long, but you have no really good memories of what had all happened. You didn’t even have a plan when you lost Kat & Maddy here. So you just walked around in the House, holding a red solo cup in your hand with some random red Liquor. You downed your drink furrowing your brows together while the burning in your throats starts. You put the Cup somewhere on a shelf while tumbling through the Living Room. You looked around when you saw Fezco sitting on a couch. Grinning you naked your way to Fezco. “Fezziii!”, you smiled tumbling to Fezco. “God, how much have you been drinking?”, he laughs. a smile putting itself on your face. “Not much, just a little bit.”, you slurred. “Yeah, tell you that yourself.”, he said, taking a hit. “Come on, what have you been up to the last few weeks?”, you smiled, fully turning to him. “Nothing much, the usual you know?”, he said looking at you. “Boring.”, you stated leaning against the cushion. “What’ve you been doin’?”, he asked. “The Usual..”, you Murmur. “And I’m boring.”, he stated. “Oh shut it.”, you smiled, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. “And any Goals for next year?”, you asked. “Nah, I don’t do that shit.”, he said looking at you. “Why?” “I don’t really see a thing in that.”, he said. “That’s lame.”, you said. “DIdn’t we just have that whole thing with being boring?”, he questioned. “Maybe.”, you said, smiling sweetly. “You shouldn’t drink that much, ya know?” “Why?”, you asked, poking his cheek. “Because you get really annoying, when you’re drunk.”, he said laughing. You put a Hand on your chest while gasping. “I pretend like I didn’t just hear that.” You poke his cheek again. “Why are you doin’ that?”, he gave you the Side-Eye. “Doin’ what?”, you imitate him with your voice, while still poking his cheek. He grabbed your hand so you stopped poking him. “Hey!”, you said. “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fuckin’ window you- what are you doin’?”, he asked while you stood up looking out the Window he pointed to. “Checking how high the drop is, seeing if it’s worth it. You know?”, you pointed out, going back to Fezco behind the Couch, leaning down next to him. “And let me tell you it isn’t.”, you stated, climbing over the back to sit next to him. You wanted to continue talking, but you were pulled off the couch by Jules. “Sorry, Fezco, I need to borrow them.”, Jules said, pulling you after her. You looked behind you, seeing Fezco watching you two smiling, shaking his head.

“Sorry to interrupt you love birds like that, but I can’t find Kat and I only saw you, so you need to drink with me.”, she said, stopping in the Kitchen. “Jules, I already had enough, I don’t think I should drink more.”, you said, trying to be convincing, not only for Jules but also for yourself. “It’s New Years Eve, today you can never have enough.”, she said, giving you a shot. Looking at the shot you took a deep breath. “Okay, Fuck it.”, you said. “That’s the spirit.”, she smiled at you. You both throwed the shot back at the same time, making faces while the burning sensation started in your throats.

You have no Idea, when or how you came home the next day, better to say to Fezco’s Home. When you woke up, all you felt at first was your major headache and nausea. When you opened your eyes, you saw Fezco’s Living Room then you heard something from the Kitchen. You sat up looking around while holding your head. “What time is it?”, you asked with a rough voice. “Four p.m.”, Fezco said. “Fuck, when or how did I came here?”, you asked, pulling the blanket more over your bare legs. “Well, Ash had a rough time, with a High Rue and a fully Drunk you.”, he said laughing slightly. “Fuck..”, you breathed a smile tugging on your lips. “Here, an aspirin and water. You probably need it.”, he said smiling, giving you a pill and a glass of water. "Definitely, my head hurts like hell, shit.”, you laughed. Regretting it in the next moment, when the headache sended a wave through your brain that felt like a million needles poking your brain at the same time. You downed the aspirin with the Water in one go.“I don’t like saying ‘I told you so’, but-” “The Hell you don’t , it’s your favorite phrase.”, you interrupted him. “Maybe.”, he said grinning. “Can we just like..Stay on the couch? Watching Kim Possible?”, you asked looking at him pleading. “Really? Kim Possible?”, he asked. “Yes please.”, you said, smiling sweetly. He took a deep breath, before turning on the TV switching to Disney Channel to watch Kim Possible. “You Know, you're really annoying when you're drunk.”, he said. “And you know, you are really annoying with a hangover.”, you said looking at him. Grinning he shook his head, before lightning his Blunt.

[glittersandsourcherries]

Better man | Fezco x Reader

Summary: Following your and Nate’s breakup, you are left to deal with the aftermath

Pairing: Fezco x Reader (platonic) Past!Nate x Reader 

Word count: 0.5k

Note: The summary suck. Just listen to Better Man by Taylor Swift

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Although you knew leaving was the best thing you ever did, you still missed him. Fucking Nate Jacobs.

He was the kind of man who grew up having everything handed to him on a silver platter. The kind of man who was taught he could have it all by batting his pretty eyes and flashing a charming smile - and the power of his daddy's big money. The kind of man who believed in their superior thinking and who's misogynist mind transpierced through his feminist words. He was controlling, hard to please, abusive and a fucking gaslighter.

He was a good talker, a good manipulator.

Getting out of a toxic and abusive relationship and accepting the sorrow that followed the breakup was not easy.

What once was dreams turned into nightmares. You'd dream of him, feel him and his presence, and wake in the middle of the night with panic-filled eyes, believing that he was here. It felt so real. But he was not, the softness of the tiger blanket under your palms, reassuring you that it was not the Jacobs' house.

You found yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror at 4am, crying to yourself over a man that didn't deserve a sliver of your heart.

It would be a lie to say you didn't miss him. You did, sometimes. But not enough to run back to him. He did permanent damage to you, created scars deep within yourself that would never fully heal.

''You know you had to do it,'' you repeated to your reflexion.

You breathed out through your mouth, your stuffy nose and blurry eyes making it difficult to breathe correctly without hiccuping. As much as you wanted to curl up in a bed and cry, you didn't want anyone to know you were crying over trash like Nate.

It was embarrassing. A man like Nate didn't deserve your tears.

So you smiled at yourself through the tears, trying to convince yourself you were okay.

A gentle knock on the door snapped you out of your bubble, startling you.

''You good in there?'' Fez asked in a soft, concerned voice.

Shit.

Quickly, you wiped any remaining tears and forced a too-big smile. ''Yes. Everything's good,'' you lied. A tear slipped down your face, betraying you.

There was a pause, Fez debating whether to believe you or not, or simply not knowing what to say. He wasn't good with words or feelings - let alone comforting someone. He was on uncharted territories.

''Aight. Imma go back to bed. If you need anythin', just come to me.''

Following your breakup, Fez had very kindly offered you a place to stay. You could've gone back home, but after the last fight you had with your dad, you'd rather not.

You stayed in the bathroom a little longer, trying to pull yourself together.

You didn't want him to see you like that. Red eyes from crying and tear stained cheeks.

When you came out of the bathroom, Fez was sitting on one of the couches. The one you used as a bed.

You halted in the hallway. ''I-I though you had gone back to bed.''

Fez looked over the couch. ''Nah. I lied,'' he said. ''Like you when you tell me you're okay.''

You lowered your eyes to the floor.

Maybe it was time you dropped your act and stopped pretending you were happy. Your switch flipped, crumbling right in front of Fez.

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Fezco taglist: @runway-to-my-aid

[spideeysense]

Break-up, Make-up, Whatever. Fezco x F!Reader.

A/N: Well, here it is folks! I hope you all enjoy this piece, as much as I did! This was a really fun request to write, so thank you to whoever suggested this! I hope you enjoy it <3. As always, thanks for reading. And feel free to drop a request! (and I'll get working on the next one :D)

Word Count: 2.9k

Desc/Request: heyy babesss, can you please do a fezco x reader where he breaks uk with her because he’s scared that his job can put her in danger. so like yea she’s been really upset and maddie convinced her to go the the new year’s eve party and she shows uk looking sexy as fuckkk, but see fez getting close with lexi and she feels like her heart breaks again and gets all insecure (you can decide the ending) <3 tysm bae - Anonymous

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol consumption. Dirty Dancing. Mentions of drugs, and weapons. Fluff. Light Angst. Suggestiveness. (there is no smut, but I am still going to mark this fic 18+!!!). LIGHT SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

Here are some songs I listened too while writing this if you want to get into the ambiance:

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

J’s lullaby (darlin’ I’d wait for you) – Delaney Bailey

Space Song – Beach House

I Don’t want to be okay without you – Charlie Burg

Disco Inferno- 50 Cent

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The house was quiet when you unlocked the door. The blinds were halfway down, bathing the living room and kitchen, in a soft glow. Rays of sunshine highlighted the particles of dust that danced in the air. You pocked the spare key Fez had given you, and entered the house.

“Fez?” You called out.

The bag of groceries crinkled in your arms, and you put down on the counter. You pulled out the goods, putting them where they belonged. “Fez?” You called out a second time. You were met with silence. Odd. He hadn’t told you he was going out.

You fished out your phone from your bag, and opened it up to the messages screen.

Y/N: Yo bae, wya?????

No response. Worry settled in your stomach. It was unlike Fez to not communicate. You thought the worse, that he had been killed in business gone wrong and he was now lying dead in a ditch somewhere. You shivered at the thought.

You finished putting the groceries away and milled about the house.

An hour had passed and still no sign of Fez, nor Ashtray. The sense of worry was palpable now, your skin felt damp, cool, and hot, all at the same time. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, choking you with your own blood. Your stomach felt like it had turned upside down, and it was shaking itself and it was going to explode. Like a shaken-up can of soda.

You sat on the couch; eyes trained on the door, left leg bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, it flew open with a bang. Fez and Ashtray barged through the entrance. You didn’t miss the gun in Ashtray’s hand, and the handle poking out of Fez’s waistband. You jumped up on your feet.

“Where have you been.” You asked, your voice laced with worry, and a bit of angst.

Ashtray immediately went towards the dinner table, throwing a black duffle bag onto it, its contents spilling out.

They were both silent, focused on whatever task at hand.

“Fez.” You emphasized, a bit angrily.

“You should go upstairs Y/N.” Fez muttered.

You gaped at him, hands on your hips. You stood there silently.

“You didn’t answer my question Fez,” You stated.

Geez, you’d think that being together almost half a decade, would get you some sort of explanation.

“You need to go upstairs Y/N”. Fez said looking down, his focus on loading another gun. He stuck it between the couch cushions.

“Fez, you were gone for hours, I would have at least liked a text” You explain, going near him.

“Y/N I ain’t fuckin’ around, go upstairs. Now.” Fez said voice raised. He stared at you, hard. You could tell from his face he wasn’t fucking around. You sighed, snatched your laptop and headphones, and disappeared down the hall.

Fez rarely spoke to you like that. He was always very gentle and was very careful to not raise his voice around you. When you had your disagreements, you would be annoyed, and irritated, but you would never raise your voice at each other.

As quiet as a mouse, you tiptoed your way upstairs, made your way into your shared bedroom, and softly shut the door behind you. Click. Went the lock on the knob.

Soon, you could hear Mouse’s voice through the vents. Talking. No, ordering, Fez. Money. Drugs. Money. Blah blah blah. You hated when Mouse came over, things would become tense, and stay tense, even long after Mouse had left.

You thumbed the plush, carpet flooring underneath you. It was dry and scratchy. You placed your laptop in front of you and plugged your headphones in. Music flooded your ears as you disappeared into your laptop.

A little over an hour later, you heard the front door close, and heavy and familiar footsteps come up the stairs. Fez.

A gentle knock came from the door, and you moved from your place on the floor, and opened the door.

“Hey” You muttered.

“Hey” He responded and pushed passed you. He sat at the foot of the big, his head in his hands, one slowly rubbing his neck. Slowly, you joined him, pressing your side to his.

“You ok?” You ask, your hand meeting his shoulder. You gave it a soft squeeze.

It was silent between the two of you.

Fez looked at you, his expression unreadable, he opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should break up” He finally said after a long moment.

Those words hit you like a brick, stealing all the air from your chest. You struggled to breathe.

“What?” Your mouth went dry like a desert, you gaped like a fish gasping for air. It felt like the floor had been tugged out from under you, and you were free falling down a pit.

“I think we should break up.” Fez restated, this time a little clearer.

You got up quickly, wiping your hands on the front of your shirt, but you weren’t sweating.

You turned towards the door, and then back to Fez, and then stared at the clock on the wall, and then the dresser, and then the picture of the two of you on the nightstand, next to his joints and some random trinkets. And finally, your eyes made their ways back to his.

They were wet with tears, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Why,” You whispered, you didn’t trust your own voice.

Fez sighed. “I can’t-, it’s not-,” He struggled to find his words. “It’s not safe for you anymore.”

You dropped your hands to your side. Silently you stared at him.

“Fez-“

He cut you off. “He knows about you, I don’t know how, but he does.”

“Fez-“

“No, babe, I’m serious about this shit righ’ now”

“I don’t care.” You said pointedly. You threw your arms in a dramatic shrug. “So what? You’re gonna let a bald-headed drug dealer dictate your life?”

Anger boiled inside you, crawling up your gut, into your throat. You could feel it burn.

“He’s not just some harmless dude Y/N, he can kill you.” Fez said raising his voice. “You need to take this shit seriously.”

You laughed humorlessly; it came out dry. “Oh yeah, I need to take this seriously.” You said in a mocking voice. It was petty, you knew it, and you didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes.

Fez moved towards you slowly, as if you were a hurt animal. He cupped your face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, when he pulled away, you saw he was crying. You were crying too. Red hot, angry tears, spilled down your cheeks.

“Fine.” You whisper-said. You pulled away from his hands harshly, you wiped your face roughly with your hands, but it didn’t stop your tears. They dotted the carpet, your sweater, your hands.

In a bag, you stuffed whatever clothing you could find was yours, your laptop, and your headphones.

Fez didn’t even try to stop you. Before leaving you turned around, and with a wobbly and weak voice, you spat “Fuck you” before slamming the bedroom door behind you.

You bounded down the stairs rapidly, ignoring the calls from Ashtray. You flew through the front door and disappeared into the night.

It had been two weeks since you had seen Fez. He hadn’t tried to call, he only texted a few times, which you always responded too, hoping he’d change his mind. You’d ridden by the convenience store on your bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fez sitting outside, but you never saw him. Sometimes you stood on the other side of the street, trying to force yourself to go inside, but when you saw him turn around, you’d pretend you were simply walking by, preoccupied with your phone. It became clear to you that Fez was serious. There was no effort from him to get you back, no standing in front of your window at two am, no missed phone calls with voice mails that lamented the breakup. Nothing. And that was worse.

The year was drawing to a close, and you had never expected to end it without Fez. He really came out of no where with this one. Fuck him. You thought. How was it so easy for him to throw away three years? Like what the fuck? You lay on your bed, clothes, dirty laundry, and empty snack bags strewn around you.

A chime from your phone alerted your attention, and you quickly pulled it out.

Madds: Hey bitch.

Y/N: What’s up?

Madds: U should come out with us tonight, its nye. Theres a party

Y/N: Don’t feel like it.

Madds: Bitch wtf, ur gonna become like ugly and gross if you keep staying inside all day.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Y/N: Fine.

Madds: Yeaa bitch, be ready around 9.

Y/N: kk <3 x

You tossed your phone absent mindedly onto your bed and turned towards the mess that was your closet. You took the plunge. Tossing out random pieces, looking the mirror to see how it would look, and abandoning it on the floor. A black, little piece, drew your attention. It was crumpled between a red velvet dress, and some other stuff. You pulled it out and examined it. It was black, with see thru, mesh pieces under the chest part. The straps were made out of fake diamond crystals, that crisscrossed the bodice.

Perfect.

Pulling it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. It hugged your body in all the right places, and the crystals made your skin glow. You styled your hair, adding small rhinestones to different strands. You finished your makeup and were putting on your heels when you heard a honk coming from outside.

“I’m comin, I’m comin” You murmur under your breath, and you stuff your phone between your boobs and your dress.

The car was cramped with Jules, Kat, Lexi Maddie and you. It smelled vaguely of Everclear, cigarettes and weed.

Music was blasting on the radio, and Maddie had all the windows rolled down. “Bitch you look hot as fuck!” Maddie exclaimed when she saw you. You rolled your eyes and said a sheepish thanks.

Soon the car rolled up to the already-rowdy party. Red solo cups were strewn about the lawn, people were lumbering drunkenly up and down the driveway. Abandoned cigarettes were squished into the asphalt, and the air smelled vaguely sour. Music boomed from inside the house, rattling you to your bones.

Jules dragged you inside, and immediately a cup of some mixed alcohol, that was way too sweet, and way too strong, was in your hand. Disco Inferno by 50 Cent was playing loudly over the speakers, and bodies were dancing, twirling, and grinding. Hazy smoke hung in the air, giving everything a muted look. You didn’t miss the look a few guys who were hanging out in the corner were giving you.

You looked around the living room, trying to act nonchalant. But subconsciously, you knew who you were looking for. Him. This was his stomping ground after all.

Someone handed you another glass, this time the liquid was clear, and smelled strongly of fake raspberry flavoring. It stung your nose. The alcohol stung even more as went down your throat.

For a couple hours you let yourself get dragged around the house and dance floor by your friends. You spotted Fezco a few times, sometimes in the kitchen, and sometimes in the backyard. Each time, he caught your gaze, looked you up and down as if you were a piece of art he was admiring, and then gave you a small, sad smile.

At one point, you had ended up against a guy, grinding sensually, against him. His hands gripped your hips (a little too hard), and his breath was hot on your neck. It made you gag.

“You’re really hot.” Stinky Breath said into your ear. Another internal gag. His hand slid up from your hip and stopped just short of your boob.

“I know.” You said shortly and pulled your self away from him.

“Hey where you goin pretty thing?” He called after you. You ignored him. Instead going to the kitchen and grabbing another drink. And that’s when you saw them. Smack dab in the middle of living room, were Fez and Lexi, looking all cozy.

What the fuck. He breaks up with you and ignores you for two weeks and instead decides to chat up fucking Lexi? What. The. Fuck.

Angrily, you stomped your way over.

“What the fuck Fez.” Instantly, Lexi and Fez broke away from their conversation. A look of shock was etched onto Lexi’s face.

“Y/N..” Fez said, looking up at you. “How’s it goin’?” He asked tentatively. The new found tension in the air was palpable.

“How’s it going? Really, Fez.” You state, you pinch the bridge of your nose. Fez is silent, and adverts his gaze.

“You break up with me because you think I can’t handle your shit, ignore me for two fucking weeks, which was hell by the way. Thanks. And then, I come here and see you all cozied up with Lexi Howard? What, you feel like you can’t have me involved in your life, but feel totally fine wrapping her up into it?” You spat, poking your index finger at him. Was it really that easy for him to move on? What did Lexi have that you didn't? Your heart sinks in your chest. Fez stands up, and he places a hand on your shoulder.

“No, don’t fucking touch me Fez.” Words fly out like venom. You realize your yelling, and some people were curiously eyeing your conversation over their red solo cups.

“Here let’s talk outside.” He suggested, reaching out for you, but you take a step back.

“Fine” You state sharply. “Lead the way.”

Fez sighs, and rubs the back of his neck, he looks down at the carpet. Lexi stands up from the couch and backs away slowly. “I’m gonna…go.” She mutters and disappears into the crowd. He makes a beeline for the fire pit, and you follow him.

You both take a seat around the fire, the orange flames are dwindling, but it still emits a warm glow. When you turn to Fez, he’s illuminated with a dim orange light, and it highlights his ginger hair. His freckles look stars, and you remember countless times tracing the freckles on his face, his arms, hands, and back. And it hits you how much you’ve missed him.

Out here, the energy has changed. Instead of feeling charged and angry, you feel sad, disappointed. “Fez.” You start slowly, but he holds up a hand to stop you.

“Babe-Y/N, I really am sorry.” He toys with his hands in his lap, nervously looking into the fire.

“I just, feel like, I can’t lose you like that-you know?” He glances at you through his eyelashes. His words hang heavy in the air. You know what he means, and your heart sinks.

“Mouse is real scary, and I thought-you know- that if you weren’t around me no more, I could prevent anything happening to you.” He continues. “Cause I love you.”

It’s quiet again.

“I love you too Fez.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see his outstrechted hand, and you take it. He brings your knuckles up to his lips and kisses them softly.

“I’m sorry ma’, I know you can handle yourself” He mutters against your hand. When he pulls away, he starts talking again.

“And I’m not gonna lie, these past two weeks have been ass without you.” Fez laughs, and so do you. “I can’t even get Ashtray to pick up his mess man,” He pulls you up from your spot on the chair, and pulls you into him.

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, let me break up with you again.” He mutters against your neck. It’s a funny thing to say, but you can tell he’s serious. His arms snake around your waist, his hands resting on the curve of your ass. You playfully (and lightly) punch his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go nowhere.” You state as a matter as fact. Fez pulls his head up, and looks down at you, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Damn right you ain’t”.

Fez leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His left hand trails down to your thigh, and pushes up your dress a little bit. You let out a small noise, but Fez pulls away.

“I got handle somethin’, but uh- find Ashtray and tell him you want a ride. He’ll be glad to see you.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, and then finally, a light soft peck on the lips.

Your breathless by the time he pulls away completely, and detaches himself from you. You give him a small smirk. “Love you.” You whisper.

“Love you too baby” He turns around and head towards the house

“And I’ll see you at home!” You yell after him, sending a flirty wink his way. “I’m lookin forward to it!” Fez calls back, mock saluting you before disappearing into the house.

Maybe, coming to this New Years party wasn’t so bad after all.

[onlyfezco]

Un-breakup - Fezco

Summary: Fezco tries to break up with you but you’re not having it

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,114

Author’s Note: I’ve read stories about Fez breaking up with reader for a number of reasons. Usually it’s the she’s a good girl and he doesn’t want her getting hurt because of his profession. But I refuse that lol. And I’m so happy with the numbers from my last fic. Thank you!

“Hey, ma... come talk to me for a sec,” Fez said sitting at the kitchen table. He had been acting weird all day. You were definitely the more affectionate one out of the two of you, but he was off today. Only giving you a peck when you came over about an hour ago. Plus, he had been somewhat distance the last week. It was summer break so you had plenty of time to see Fez, but trying to come over today was almost like pulling teeth.

You eyed your boyfriend carefully not saying anything as you slowly approached him.

Fez pulled the chair out that was next to him, “Sit.”

“I think I’ll stand,” you replied, bitterness in your voice.

Fez blinked up at you slowly, taking a deep breath. “Aight then.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he spoke. “Uh, you know I’mma always love you, but ion think we should-”

“No.”

“No,” Fez questioned, he’s eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. How could you just decline him breaking up with you? How could you say no before he even got to the part where he was breaking up with you?

“No. I know exactly what you’re trying to do and I won’t let you. We’re in a relationship. We decide things together. You don’t get to just break up with me. And I know why you’re doing it,” you said crossing your arms over your chest. “Some lame excuse of I’m about to go off to college and you think you’re holding me back. And I’m too good for you bullshit. You aren’t even willing to try long distance?”

You paused looking at him upside his head. He could hardly look you in the eye.

“You’re acting like a coward, Fezco. And I know Marie didn’t raise a coward.”

At your words, Fez’s head shot up. Your glare was burning holes right through him. His grandma was always a soft spot and you knew just the way to get to him.

“What you want me to do, ma?”

You crouched down on the floor so you were looking up at him now, placing your hand on his knee. “I want you to try, Fez,” you replied, your eyes glossing over with angry tears. “Don’t just give up cause it’s going to be hard with me going away.”

“But you need to focus on school. I’mma just get in the way.”

“Baby...,” you said reaching up to cup his face with your free hand, “you could never get in the way. You’re the thing that keeps me going when I want to quit.”

Fez placed his hand over the one you had on his cheek. He loved you endlessly, and he was convinced you driving back and forth to see him would affect your grades and social life. You deserved to have the full college experience, and being tied to a drug dealer two hours away wasn’t the pretty college life he saw in movies that he envisioned for you.

“You love me right,” you asked already knowing the answer.

“More than anything,” Fez replied instantly. That was one thing he was certain about. He didn’t need to think about it or take his time giving an answer like he normally did.

“Then don’t give up on us. Try the long distance thing. And if my grades slip cause I come home too much or we’re facetiming all the time or whatever, then we’ll figure something out. But don’t quit before we can even give it a shot.”

Fezco was quiet as he took in what you said, dropping his hand from over yours, then yours followed. You waited with bated breath hoping he would see your side in this. Even if you two broke up, you’d always love Fez. But you would rather only have Fez sometimes in a long distance relationship, than not at all.

Fez nodded slowly and hope began to fill your chest. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated, trying to confirm that okay was good thing.

“We can try,” Fez said and you immediately jumped into his lap hugging him so tight the air squeezed out of his lungs.

Fez leaned back in his seat holding on to you so you wouldn’t fall. “Woah, ma, okay, okay,” Fez said chuckling. You’re grip on him loosened slightly, your chin resting on his shoulder. You let out a worried breath you had been holding.

“You scared me for a minute there,” you said softly. Your tone let Fez know how much he hurt you with the thought of ending your relationship.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Fez replied as he began rubbing small circles on your back to comfort you. “I love you. Just don’t wanna be the reason for holdin’ you back.”

You lifted your head placing your forehead on his shoulder now. “I know,” you said sniffling. “You would do more harm than good breaking up with me though.”

Fez leaned back so he could try and see your face but you kept your head hung low. He placed his hand on your chin and gently lifted your head up. Your lids were low and you wouldn’t look at him, but Fezco could see the tears in your eyes. “Y/N... look at me... please.”

At his request, your eyes finally met his and he suddenly felt worse about his poor attempt to break up with you. The tears that you were trying so hard to keep in finally fell.

“I am so, so sorry,” Fezco said gently, his thumb now lightly stroking your cheek. “I thought I was doin’ the right thing for you. But I never wanna hurt you. Shit, ma, I regret it already.”

You nodded slowly at your boyfriend. He hurt you, but you knew his apology was sincere. “I forgive you,” you said gingerly then wrapped your arms back around him and rested your head on his shoulder.  

The two of you sat that way for a while. At the kitchen table, you on his lap, arms wrapped around each other.

Fez planned to let you sit there wrapped up in each other for as long as you needed too. Eventually, you sat up, your arms sliding down from around Fez’s body. Wiping away the residue of your tears you said, “Um, I’m gonna go get cleaned up.”

“Aight, baby,” Fez said, his eyes watching you carefully as you got up from his lap. He stayed sat at the table, watching you walk away before you stopped, your shoulders tensing up, before you turned around and glared at him.

“Fezco O’Neil, if you ever try to break up with me again, I’m beating your ass.”

[simpurnatural]

Fucked Up - Fez

Fezco x Reader

Simpurnatural’s Grand Masterlist

Note from Nat: “Season 2 has been so good so far!”

Warning ⚠️: SPOILER WARNING FOR EUPHORIA, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Angst

Pairing(s): Fezco x Reader, Maddy x Reader (siblings/platonic)

As it turns out, the guy you’ve been hooking up with is the dude who just beat up your sister’s ex boyfriend. And just before you think it couldn't get worse, you still went home with Fez.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I AM WORKING ON (3) REQUESTS <3

“No Church In The Wild” - JAY-Z, KANYE WEST, FRANK OCEAN, THE-DREAM 

Growing up, Maddy was the kid her parents always put in the spot light. No matter how big or small her accomplishments were. It didn’t matter if what she was doing was molly or being in cheer, she was their little princess. 

Y/n on the other hand? Became overlooked the day Maddy came into this God forsaken world. Yet she loved her little sister more than anyone could even imagine. But when their mom began sticking her nose in where it shouldn’t be, that’s when shit went south.

“You know that Maddy looks up to you!” your mom sobs as she began throwing away all the weed scattered around the room. “¿En dónde te equivocaste? (Where did you go wrong?)“ she asks.

“Me? You should be asking yourself because frankly, you don’t give a flying fuck about me!” you reply, mascara running down your face. “It’s always Maddy did this! Maddy does that! Do you know why I smoke?” you interrogated.

“¡Oh Dios mío! (Oh my God!)” your mom proclaims and ran out of your clearly neglected room.

“Because it helps me forget for just a second how much of pain in the ass everyone in this house is!” you proclaimed before getting up and following her out the door.

“Don’t speak to your mother like that!” your dad hollers from his ottoman causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh please. You haven’t slept anywhere else besides that fucking chair for years. Shut the fuck up,” you spat as a door creaked open. 

“Y/n?” Maddy croaked, peaking her head out slightly. 

Now she didn’t deserve the brunt of your anger, especially if she didn’t fully understand why you were so upset. It became dead silent in the house for a moment. Your dad still taking swigs at his beer while your mom’s entire being shook with every quiet sob.

Instead of saying anything, you marched into your room and slammed the door shut. You checked every crevice and hidey hole in your room for a blunt but to no avail. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled before grabbing your wallet and keys then sneaking out your bedroom window.

Jumping into your car, Maddy stuck her head out her window. Sharing a sad smile, she waved to you and you waved back. 

You were heading to Fez’s apartment because you needed him to hook you up with the good shit. The two of you share an interesting history together, it was all touch and go from the start. He introduced you to marijuana at the beginning of last summer...

Fresh out of high school, you were planning on taking the fall semester off as an extended break. Someone hosted a house party for all the graduates but basically all of student body was there. As expected, the party was a fucking banger and you found yourself face to face with the all-around-town drug dealer, Fezco. 

“Ever tried weed?” he asks as you both walked around the packed backyard. 

“Nope,” you replied quickly, “I have never done drugs or smoked anything in my life,”

“I can tell. But you drink?” he asks, motioning to your red solo cup.

“Only on occasion. Mainly parties,” you explain and looked down at the tequila.

“Well you gon’ like this,” he chuckles before lighting a blunt. “Try,” he insists.

“Okay,” you blush, taking it from him and putting it to your lips. “Shit-” you coughed after taking a sharp inhale.

“Nah you gotta do it like this,” he instructs as he took it back and took a hit. 

You did as you were told and that was the moment you got hooked. At that point, you weren’t sure if it was to Fez or the drugs. Almost every day that summer consisted of you hanging out with him. And you didn’t tell a single soul.

Your parents would flip if they figured out that you were seeing Fez. But it was fairly easy to sneak in and out of the house since everything else took up all their time anyway. It’s not like they gave a shit about you in the first place.

“A kiss here,” Fez says, pointing to his cheek. “Here. And right here,” he says pointing to the other then to his lips.

You were having a smoke on the steps next to his place. The sun was setting and neither of you had a care in the world.

“Yeah?” you asked as the blunt stayed steady between your finger tips. 

“Yup,” he nods before you leaned closer.

“Here. Here. And-” you cut-off once your lips landed on his. 

One hand was on your cheek and the other was on your upper thigh. His kisses were better than drugs and that’s saying something. Despite his reputation, you had never been so at ease with someone like him in your entire life...

“Nah man,” Fez tsked, shaking his head.

“Why not? I have the money,” you reply, holding the wad of cash in your hand

“I don’t need you goin’ crazy and shit,” he says. “Weren’t you here like two days ago?” he asks.

“Yeah but my mom went through my room and threw everything away,” you groaned. “Please Fez,” you sighed and crossed your arms.

“Is that why you lookin’ like you been crying?” he asks.

“Yeah. So please just...” you voice trailed off as you handed him the cash.

“Okay,” he says, pulling some pot out of his back pocket. “But one thing though-”  he began as you leaned forward to grab it. “Come with me to that New Year’s party,” he smiles with your faces now centimetres apart. 

“Bet,” you hummed before swerving to give him a peck on the cheek and took the bag.

“Ay, gimme a real kiss!” he sighs as you made your way to the front door. 

“Come here and take one,” you reply, pouting your lips. 

Fez made his way over and pulled you in. You giggled into the kiss as his hand squeezed your ass slightly.

“Fuckin’ nasty,” Ash grumbled.

...

“What’s good McKay?” you asked as your former classmate approached.

“College. You?” he asks before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m about to head to the east coast for uni! Spring semester!” you replied, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“Dope, have you seen Cassie?” he questions and you turned to scan the room.

“Not yet,” you replied, “Her sister is looking for her too, said that she took off on their way here,” you inform.

“Oh thanks!” McKay responds before walking further into the house.

“Guess who?” a familiar voice asked as a hand covered your eyes.

“Fez?” you ask and spun around, making eye contact with his ocean blues. “Hey!” you smile then offering him your cup.

“What’s in it?” he asks as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Malibu!” you replied, watching him take sip a before handing it back. “Good right?”

“It’s tight,” Fez nods with a smile. “I like what you got goin’ on here. The aura and shit,” he says then motions to your black leather jacket and corduroy mini skirt. “Hey, is that my shirt?” he asks, tugging on your top.

“Yeah,” you shrug as you moved your body to the music. “Wanna dance?” you offered.

“Nah I don’t really dance,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ll watch you dance though,” he offers causing your ears to perk up.

“Okay,” you reply and moved towards the crowd, Fez watched in amusement as propped himself up against the sofa.

Raising your drink to the ceiling, you swayed your hips to the beat. You kept eye contact with each other and his smile just kept growing wider. Carefree suited you despite your ambitious dreams.

“I hope you get some dick tonight!” Maddy said as she shimmied through the sea of people. 

“What?” you asked, thinking you heard incorrectly. “Get dick?” you reiterated.

“These are like your final days of being a bad bitch!” she reminds, “You’re moving out for college and shit. So go all out!” she cheered and began grinding on the guy behind her.

“You’re right!” you hollar, nodding to her, “Have fun with him!” you oohed before going off to find Fez.

“Y/n!” he hollered, getting up from his seat on the couch. “Hold this for me?” he asks and handed you his sweater.

“Of course,” you nod and inhaled his cologne. 

“Everyone, everyone! One minute till fuckin’ New Years!” the guy who hosted cheered and everyone else joined in.

Fez took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But his eyes drifted to someone in the distance, Nate Jacobs. You quickly put two and two together. He was about to sucker punch him into the new year.

“We’re gonna head out soon, okay?” he asks over the everyone’s ten-second countdown.

“Yeah,” you smiled, still holding his hand. 

“5...

4...

3...

2...

1″

“Happy New Years, baby!” he shouts before reeling you in for a kiss.

“Go fuck him up,” you whisper in his ear after pulling away.

From a safe distance, you watched him shatter a glass bottle over Nate’s head then proceed to beat the shit out of him. You didn’t know Fez had that much anger built up in him. A smile couldn’t help but creep its way onto your lips.

“Oh my God!” Cassie exclaimed. “Fezco stop!”

“Get off of him!” Maddy shouted as McKay tried to pull him away from Nate.

“Chill, chill, chill! Come on, guys!” the host sighed, pulling them apart before it got any crazier.

“Y/n help us!” your sister pleaded, you stopped in your tracks.

Fez grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the door. Maddy looked up from the floor to you, mouth agape in surprise.

“No wonder you’re so fucked up in the head,” she scoffed. “You’re dating a crack-ass!” she says and you dropped his hand. 

“Says the little girl that dressed up like a fucking slut!” you reply and pointed at her accusingly. “That lied to everyone about blacking out and getting raped! And always goes back to the same abusive psychopath! Quit acting like you’re the shit and grow up Maddy!” you ridiculed.

Everyone oohed as the scene unfolded, you flipped her off before heading out. Fez was right behind you with his hand on the small of your back.

“That shit was crazy,” he muttered as you both made your way to his car.

“Tell me about it,” you huff as his brother emerged from the driver’s seat. “Hey Ash,” you waved and crammed into the backseat.

“What took you guys so fuckin’ long?” he asked, the car pulling out of the driveway. 

“Fez just whooped Nate Jacobs’s sorry ass,” you inform.

“Damn,”

...

Ash said he’d rather shoot himself in the head than hear you two fuck, so he stayed in the car. You and Fez barely got through the door and his lips crashed against yours.

“Fez,” you moaned as his lips attached themselves to your neck. 

“Yeah?” he mumbled against your sweet spot. 

Something inside you bubbled at how his eyes looked into yours with such adoration. 

“I wanna ride you,” you confessed as you both stumbled into his room. 

“Be my guest,” he replies yanking off his shirt and kicking off his jeans and boxers. 

Pushing him on the bed, you climbed on top of him before pulling your shirt over your head. Fez pushed himself up against the headboard as you kissed him again, pumping his length. 

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he says, “Keep the skirt on,” he instructs before resting his hands behind his head. 

He watched you guide your pussy down his cock, moaning as your walls expanded around it. Rocking your hips back and forth and throwing your head back at the euphoric feeling. 

Fez wished he could capture this moment, not because of the sex but because of how intimate the moment was. There was something almost forbidden about your relationship with him which made it so thrilling. He was your poison and you were his antidote.

[fezco-youphoria]

Worried

summary: You're worried after Fezco comes home with a black eye.

pairing: Fezco x reader

You felt kind of ambitious when you got home from school this afternoon. Maybe it was the shitty cafeteria food you ate for lunch, but you were just really craving a good homemade meal. So you decided to cook dinner for yourself, Fez and Ash.

You already knew what you wanted to make, it was an easy meal that your mom once taught you. The recipe was something that you had memorized by heart. Luckily, the kitchen was already stocked with all the ingredients you needed. It didn’t take too long to prepare. After putting it in the oven to bake, you start cleaning up.

You’re at the sink washing dirty pots and pans when you hear the front door open. Fez and Ashtray have just arrived home.

“Mhmm something smells good in here,” Fez says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Hey baby. Dinner’s in the oven. Should be ready in about an hour,” you tell him, keeping your eyes on the task at hand.

“Ooh, we eatin’ good tonight,” your boyfriend claps his hands together.

Fez gently wraps his arm around your waist, embracing you from behind.

“What’s good, shawty?”

“I aced my Pre-Calc test,” you announce.

“Ah, yeah! That’s my girl,” Fez gives you a kiss on the cheek.

You finish cleaning the last dish. Fez lets go of you and goes to the fridge as you put the dish on the drying rack.

“How was your day?” you ask, turning around to face your boyfriend.

All you see is the open refrigerator door. Fez is grabbing a drink.

“It was aiight,” he shrugs.

Then Fez shuts the fridge door and you can finally see his face. Your jaw drops. Fez has a black eye.

“Oh my God! Baby, what happened?” you gasp.

You rush up to Fez and cup his face with your hands.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s nothin’, baby. Don’t even trip,” Fez tries.

“Fezco, it’s not nothing! I’m getting you an ice pack,” you insist.

You push past Fez and get a tray of ice from the freezer. You take some ice out and put it in a plastic ziploc bag.

“Here,” you hand him the makeshift ice pack.

Fez sighs and reluctantly takes it. The bruise looks worse than it feels. Fez knows he’ll be fine, he doesn’t really need to ice it. But he takes the ice pack because you made it. You’re the first person to really fuss over him like this and he loves you for that.

“Thanks, ma,” he nods.

“C’mon…”

You take your boyfriend’s hand and lead him to the living room. The two of you sit down on the couch. Fez rests the ice pack underneath his eye.

“Can you please tell me what happened?” you ask with concern.

Fez takes a deep breath. He knows you’re gonna keep pushing until he tells you what’s going on. You’re stubborn like that. And if the roles were reversed, Fez would do the same.

“I was out on a delivery and some asshole tried takin’ off without payin’ me,” Fez explains.

“Did he have a weapon?” you raise your eyebrows.

Fez shakes his head.

“Nah. He only got like one punch in. But I handled it, though. He not gonna fuck with me again. You know what I’m sayin’?”

You nod. You’re relieved that Fez isn’t too badly hurt, but this could’ve been worse. A lot worse. If the guy had a gun or knife or something, the situation could’ve ended much differently. That scares you. You know how dangerous Fez’s job can be and he does his best to shield you from all that shit. Moments like this are a harsh reminder to you that something bad could happen to Fez at any moment and you can’t do a thing to stop it.

“I’m glad you’re okay but I hate that that happened to you,” you say quietly.

Fez hears the uneasiness in your voice. You’re worried. Fez puts the ice pack down on the couch and takes your hand.

“Baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’ll be aiight,” Fez reassures you.

“I love you, Fez. That means I’m always gonna worry about you,” you tell him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

With your free hand you take the ice pack and hold it up to the bruise. Fez takes a deep breath, looking at you with heart eyes. Sometimes he believes that he doesn’t deserve someone like you. He squeezes your hand back and lightly rubs it with his thumb.

“Love you too,” he softly replies.

[agaypanic]

UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE MEDIA, GO

okok idk how unpopular these opinions are gonna be tbh

Malcolm in the Middle: i lowkey hate craig, i think he's creepy ESPECIALLY in earlier seasons. you'd think that after your MARRIED coworker tells you that she doesn't like you back and there's no way in hell that she'd ever be with you, YOUD TAKE A FUCKING HINT. also while it's on my mind, i remember writing a reese x reader where readers is basically allison in that episode where craig gives her and reese a ride to the concert but he ends up ruining their date, but anon asked for them all to have a good time together and it was SO hard to write! bc if i had paid for concert tickets (most likely really expensive) for me and my bf and my ride purposefully made me miss the concert because he had a "better" plan for "our" date, i would've blown up the car

Malcolm in the Middle: i honestly didn't like the series finale. the only endings i really agreed with were malcolm's and francis' (malcolm was totally meant to go to harvard by any means necessary, even if it meant working a million jobs between classes to cover that tuition. and although he's probably still a bit of a menace, i love that francis got his act together and got a steady job). i think reese deserved a better ending, i think he could've had a really good culinary career instead of being the janitor at his high school. and i know it was probably for a gag/twist ending but i don't like that they made lois pregnant again. GIVE THE WOMAN A BREAK!!

The Naturals: i've made tiktoks about this (which yall don't know about bc you dont know me outside of this platform teehee) but i hate the way lia treats cassie. sure she got kinda better at the VERY end of the SERIES (4 books). but imagine your mom has been missing and presumed murdered for YEARS and (spoliers for books 3-4 teehee) finally the police find her body but it's not actually her and then you find out your mom is actually alive and a captive/prophet for this murder cult AND THAT YOU HAVE A SISTER THAT WAS CONCEIVED INSIDE THAT CULT. NOW imagine that while you're going through all these events, some bitch keeps telling you to keep that shit to yourself bc other people in the group are having more pressing issues and that the group is at problem capacity. BITCH ALL OF YOU HAVE ISSUES, INSTEAD OF WORKING FOR THE FBI YOU SHOULD GO TO THERAPY

Charlie's Angels: im a really big fan of the 2000's charlies angels movies but was a bit disappointed when i watched the 2019 one. dont get me wrong, its good. i just kinda wished there was some more callbacks to the 2000s movies. like imagine my disappointment when the new charlie wasn't revealed to be dylan (which would've given her character a good ending bc dylan couldn't imagine herself leaving the angels, it would make SO much sense if she ended up heading the agency. even making her a bosley would've been good)

That 70s Show: this isn't really that unpopular but the last season honestly sucked. drew gooden made a pretty good video talking about it (i love drew gooden ugh). imo, moving to africa and then breaking up with donna made no sense for eric's character. especially after donna dropped out of college to stay in point place with him! hyde and jackie breaking up? horrible. jackie and fez getting together? why???? (also the timeline for that 70s show makes no sense at all. theres this channel that did a kinda indepth vid on it and tried pinpointing when the show actually would've ended based on the episodes (mainly the holiday episodes, i think making the holiday specials really screwed over the overall timeline))

i cant think of any more opinions teehee

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Could you do a Fez x reader imagine where it uses the “watch your man, you should watch your mouth”, like someone tells Y/N, “You should watch your man” n like a bad bitch she does the “you should watch your mouth”:)

This was a genius idea lol

HERE WE GO!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, confrontation, drinking, Cassie Howard and Nate Jacobs lol.

A/n: This one was fun to write. Also please keep sending requests!!!

It was the first party that Fez and Nate attended together since New Years. Since Nate was put on his ass and into a hospital bed with brain damage. Fez had no remorse for the situation, at least when it came to Nate. He felt sorta bad for Nate’s father, Cal, who seemed to have zero clue what was actually going on and he had a son who was actively manipulating him without his knowledge. But I think he mostly felt bad that I witnessed the whole fight, my body being pressed around as people cheered and hollered Fez on.

It wasn’t scary for me, I wasn’t necessarily shocked when he handed me his thick, knitted sweater and told me to go to the car with Ash. I didn’t go to the car though. I always liked to stay within twenty feet of him, not wanting myself to get into any trouble and I wanted to make sure that he didn’t either.

But he did. He always did.

And of course I was front and center, my fingers gripping the sweater in my arms as Fez finally gets pulled off of an almost dead Nate. We left quickly, Ashtray asking questions but neither of us responding.

So here we sit, my legs thrown over Fez’s lap as he rubs small circles into my lower back. His face is stern, his eyebrows pulled together as he watches Nate and Cassie walk into the party together. Talk about a shocker.

I know that Nate and her had a little thing going on, much to Maddy’s dismay, her hopes for getting back with her ex-boyfriend being squashed by her, now, ex-best friend. I didn’t know the ins and outs of the situation but all I knew is that Maddy had a suspicion the whole time but never got the courage to ask either of them about it. Maybe she was worried she already knew the answer. But seeing Cassie, her arm wrapped around Nate’s as he made his introduction, it made me sick. She knew everything that went on between him and everyone else around him; his manipulation, how he would use everyone in his life as a pawn, she was now well aware why Fez beat the living shit out of him. Her ability to turn a blind eye and ignorantly follow him was sickening.

Deciding I was done with the deafening silence, my hand gently rises to rest on Fez’s chest, his attention being gained as his eyes flicker over to mine. His gaze softens a bit, his face relaxing at the sight of my reassuring smile.

“Just ignore him, alright?” I offer, his head bobbing in an obedient nod. “Plus, I think you’ve got plenty to focus on over here, right?” I smirk, his eyes rolling softly with a smile. He pats my thigh gently before settling on the bare skin, his fingers dancing over my inner thigh. I smile, my eyes lifting to look around the room, my cup lifting to my lips as I take a sip. Fez watches me silently with a small smile, my heart warming from his gaze and the alcohol warming my system.

I observe carefully as Cassie spots me, her eyebrows quirking up at the sight of Fez and I. Her lips gently turn up into a smile as she looks up at Nate, rising on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear. This isn’t going to be good. My hand gently takes Fez’s in mine, linking over fingers together as his head leans back to rest on the couch. He smiles at me, completely unaware of Cassie and Nate slowly making their way towards us, his mood not being ruined just yet. I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to his as he sighs quietly, his hand lowering to my ass as I smile.

The loud, annoying throat clear behind me was the mood killer.

Turning around, my eyes connect with Nate’s first, then to Cassie who rests her hands on her hips. I scoff, my body falling off of Fez’s and into his side, his arm resting around my shoulder protectively.

“I really didn’t expect to see you here, Fezco. Let’s not make it a habit, alright?” Fez watches Nate speak with a tight jaw, his teeth grinding at the sound of the man's voice. My eyes don’t leave Cassie as she watches Nate like an obedient pet, her eyes soft and wide. The atmosphere is tense as Fez carefully thinks of what to say, his hand resting on my thigh as he gently squeezes.

“Man, I’m just tryna enjoy the night with my girl. Not gon’ bother you.” Fez shrugs simply, Nate’s eyebrows raising as if he’s silently saying ‘oh really?’. My fingers play with the bottom of my dress nervously, my eyes looking to Fez for silent reassurement that this isn’t going to end up with him on the ground this time. “Man, I’m just sayin, if you keep making my girl uncomfortable, we’re gonna have a problem. Not sure how much brain damage one person can have.” Fez warns in a quiet tone, his voice threatening as Nate chuckles bitterly, his eyes flickering down to Cassie. Her cheeks are heated in anger, her snarky attitude turned towards me. She folds her arms over her chest, the gears behind her eyes turning as I wait for her words.

“You should really watch your man, Y/n.” She speaks up, her voice like nails on a chalkboard as I wince, Fez stiffening beside me. Really? That’s all you came up with during that ten seconds of silence? I pause, a smirk rising to my lips as Fez gives my thigh another squeeze in warning.

“You know what, Cassie?” I pause, my tone catching her off guard as she visibly shrinks in on herself. Her and I have had our arguments before, our screaming matches in disagreement, but I can tell she's not used to me responding so calmly. I’d known her since we were little. Which makes this even more personal. “Instead of watching my man, I think you should watch your mouth. We’re all well aware that your mouth gets into way more trouble than my man does.” I threaten, tears rushing to her reddening eyes. Watching as she huffs, defeat panging against her heart, she reaches over to tug Nate away from where we sit. I let out a loud sigh, relaxing into Fezco’s arms once more as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ve wanted to say that for a while.” I snicker, Fez’s chest rumbling in laughter beside me. The hand that’s splayed on my thigh gently moves up, my head snapping to look up at him. He smirks gently, his eyes lowering to my lips as I send him a confused glance.

“You wanna get outta here?”

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ALSO @divineeuphoria YOU CHANGED YOUR USER??????

[lilalouuxx]

You should do where the reader finds out about Faye and is livid and he makes it up to her. That would be so cute !!

Omg yessss, I had an idea to do this a while ago so I shall honour your request💕

FYI I know I suck at beginnings and endings

“You mind tell me why this junkie ass bitch is here! In our house! With her feet on our godamn table”

Warning: swearing, smut

Fez is currently in his room getting dressed from just coming out of the shower, he knows you’ll be home soon and he wants to warn you before you do, he knows you’ll go ape shit at what he has to tell you. He picks up his phone from the bedside table pressing on your recent messages you’ve shared

“Hey baby, I gotta warn you. Someone’s coming to st-“ he doesn’t get to finish typing the message

“FEZCO!” Is all he hears, shit. He throws his phone on the bed quickly making his way out towards the voice, he knows straight away it’s you.

There you are, rage clear as day on your face. There’s Faye, the person he wanted to warn you about sitting at the dining room table with her feet up on it, Y/N standing just a few feet away from her. He can practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“You mind tell me why this junkie ass bitch is here! In our house! With her feet on our godamn table” you say, you then walk forward a little pushing her legs off the table. “Uh hey!” Faye says, glaring at you.

“Hold on baby, I was just textin you”

“ it doesn’t matter if you were texting me, what the fuck is she doing here”

“ alright so look, you know that guy that was there that night too well they’re together. She got in some shit and he asked me to help, I do owe him”

You knew the girl, well you didn’t know her you’d just met her before. The night you all had to get fucking naked to make sure you weren’t wearing any wires, stupid ass shit that was. You didn’t think highly off her, she wasn’t your type of girl. She was a junkie, she dressed like a whore.

“Oh brilliant, bring more fucking shit to our doorstep fez” you say raising your hands in the air and walking away into the kitchen.

“Hey, listen I won’t be any trouble” you hear faye chime in

“Shut up, but yes you won’t be any trouble because you’re not staying!” you shout

“Baby baby come listen to me” fez says following you into the kitchen. He comes over to you, places his hands on your shoulders. He guides you to his bedroom so Faye’s out of earshot. He shuts the door behind you as you sit on the bed

“What the fuck fez”

“I know, listen I knew you weren’t gon like it but I had no choice baby”

“ of course you had a choice”

“Nah I owe him one, besides I gotta keep him on my side from everything that went down with mouse” he says, guilt crosses over you. You’d forgotten about that, fez then comes and sits next to you taking your hand in his.

“Listen she won’t be here long I promise, she’s just gotta keep her head down for a bit. I told her the house rules, she don’t come in here, she don’t talk to you or ash unless spoken too… you know what I’m like I couldn’t say no” he says looking down at your hands. You sigh and your eyes soften, you place your hand on the side of his cheek

“You’re too Damn nice fez, it’s why I love you so much” you smile then lean over kissing his cheek.

“I’m sorry alright, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Let’s do something, I wanna make it up to you” he says then lifts your hand placing pecks over your knuckles.

“Hmm I can think of a few things” you say, his eyes darken at this. He then leans over, moving your hair out of the way slightly. He begins to slowly kiss your neck “ oh yeah? What’s that baby”

“Mmm that feels nice fez but no not now, later” you say pulling your head away from him.

“I gotta make the most of this, I need to go shopping”

“Shopping?”

“Yes shopping fez, you know for some clothes”

“Ah fuck, come on ma” he sighs running a hand over his head in frustration.

“No you come on, I need your opinion anyway” you say standing up, you tug on his hand.

“Baby you got loads of clothes, you really need more?”

“ I need a new dress for a party”

“Another one!? You’ve got fucking hundreds”

“Yes but I’ve worn all of those, come on fezzy you gotta make it up to me”

“Fuck alright” he says in defeat.

You both make your way out of the bedroom, fez grabs his car keys from the kitchen. He lets faye know where you’re both going and that ash is in his room if she needs anything. On your way to the shops you stop off at McDonald’s, he gets you your normal order, He doesnt even have to ask what it is, he knows it off by heart.

“Okay maybe Eating McDonald’s before trying clothes on wasnt the best idea” you say shouting so fez can hear you, you’re behind a curtain in the store trying some dresses on. Fez is close by, enough to be able to hear you.

“I’m sure you look gorgeous as always” you hear him say, you roll your yes. Patting down the dress, you poke your head out from behind the curtain. You whistle at him, his head lifts up. You wave him over “ I ain’t allowed to come in, it’s a womens changing room” you roll your eyes

“ but I need your opinion” you say before stepping out. As soon as fez sees you he’s blown away “damn, you look good” he says whilst rubbing his chin. He takes in the outfit, it’s a simple black bodycon dress but had a slit up the side of the leg, He loves you in black it’s his favourite colour on you.

You notice how he takes you in, his eyes darken just like earlier and he licks his lips. He then looks around before quickly making his way over to you “fez?” You say quietly, he gently pushes you back into your changing room pulling the curtain behind you both. He places his hands on your waist

“You expect me to see you looking this damn good and I can’t do nothin about it?”

“ well yes fez, we’re in a store”

“So, we’ve never done it in a store before”

“Yeah there’s a reason, you can get arrested”

“Come on, live a little” he says kissing your neck, one of his hands tracing lines on your inner thigh. Dancing dangerously close to area you so desperately want him to touch. You place your hands on his shoulder, your head resting on the wall behind you, you close your eyes enjoy the feeling of his lips of your sensitive skin. He moves his hands further up until he feels your panties, he moves them to the side and slowly teases you with his finger.

“Fez…” you moan into his ear “I really don’t think we should do this… you know how loud you make me”

“Even more reason for us to do it, it’ll be fun seeing you squirm whilst tryin to be quiet” he says whilst running hand finger along your lips, he squeezes your bud before entering a finger. You gasp, and your grip on his shoulders tighten. He starts of slow, kissing you deeply on the lips as he does so. You’re doing well at keeping quiet, he doesn’t like it though. He wants to hear you scream, he begins to pump his finger faster adding another one. He stops kissing you, he likes to watch you when you scream out in pleasure. You bite your lip to stop the moans from coming out “fuck you fez” you manage to whisper, you grab a fistful off his shirt. “ you will do soon” he says. You kiss him again to hold in your moans but he quickly pulls away “ no baby, I wanna watch you when you cum on my fingers”. He speeds up a little adding a third, he knows exactly how to bring you to your peak. He’s a tease and likes to make you hold out as long as possible until it’s too much for you, you grab his face and kiss him hard as you cum on his fingers, the kiss holding in your moans. He smirks into the kiss. You ride out your orgasm, he then pulls his fingers out when you’re done. He brings them up and sucks of your juices “god you taste better every time I swear” he whispers as he takes his fingers out of his mouth.

You shake your head at him “ I’m gonna fucking kill you, I’m gonna have to buy this dress now”

“Good because this dress on you is… well you already know how I think it looks on you. I’ve just showed you” he squeezes your hips

“Come on, let’s go pay. I want to fuck you in the car”

“Jesus fez, what’s with all the public shit… I kinda like it” you blush

“Yeah? Well since we’ve got more company at home now we may as well do it when and where we can” he smirks

“True” you say before leaning into him again and giving him a sensual kiss, it’s not hungry this time but soft and gentle. You both pull away after a few seconds, you get changed back into your everyday clothes before checking the cost is clear before you and fez make your way to the checkout. You go to grab your purse out of your bag but by the time you pull it out fez has already given money to the shop assistant.

“Fez you didn’t have to do that”

“You said I was taking you shopping, so I’m taking you shopping”

“Yeah but I didn’t mean you had to pay” you shake your head at him before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek “love you”

“Love you too baby girl” he says before saying thank you to the shop assistant. You both leave the store hand in hand, once you get to the car fez unlocks the car. You both get in your sides before fez drives off.

You almost forget what he said to you in the changing rooms until you see him park into a secluded area.

“Fez..? What are we doing”

“Don’t you remember? You said you wanted to fuck me” he laughs

“Oh right, yeah” you laugh along with him, he manages to pick you up by your hips and squeeze you through the front seats into the back,You hit your head on the top of the car in the process but you don’t mind. Fez then joins you instantly pulling your face to him.

“Why is your dress still on woman, take it off and show me how much I pissed you off earlier”

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I really do suck at endings🤣I love reading smut but I’m not a massive fan at writing it so I try to add as much as I’m comfortable with without going overboard.

Hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading💕

[fezphoria]

drift off on the floor, i drag you to the shore

This is Part 2 of 3. Part 1: “baby, can you see through the tears?” Part 3: “tripping, falling, with no safety net”

Set after Season 2 of Euphoria

Fezco x Reader

“I’m gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” He speaks the words against your flesh. Like a vow, like a prayer. It makes your skin frost with goosebumps. He kisses you everywhere - your belly, your palm, your sternum.

I'll drive around again

One hand on the wheel

One in your mouth

Turn me on and turn me down

Warnings for:  sex & intense horniness, drugs, mentions of death.

Inspired by the songs “Savior Complex” by Phoebe Bridgers and “Heart Don’t Stand a Chance” by Anderson .Paak

Fluff & Angst

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You’re pretty sure this moment should feel like you’re in a movie. Leaning against your cheap car, feet crossed at your ankles, eyes glued to the gates ahead of you. 

Instead you’re just tired. You had to get up at six in the morning. 

When the gate starts to open up, you stand up straight. There’s a small group of about seven men walking out in a scattered formation. You see a man in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt, a man in slacks and a button down, and a young man in what looks like a school uniform. All of them have a black duffel bag. 

And then you see Fez. He’s wearing a plain gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. All government issued. You’d bought them for him from the commissary as soon as you got a release date. There was no way you were going to let them make Fez wear the clothes he was booked in. He’s carrying an opaque plastic bag and you know it’s in there - whatever outfit it is - drenched in his blood and sweat and gunpowder. You glance down and see he’s wearing dress shoes. 

But you can’t think about it for too long because he smiles at you. He smiles wide, all of his perfect imperfect teeth appearing.

“Come here, baby.” He says as soon as he’s within earshot, and you realize you’ve been completely frozen since you saw him.

You exhale and walk towards him, hugging him so tight he sways with the force of it. He laughs a little bit, his breath ruffling the hair on top of your head. 

“Hey.” You say.

“Hey.”

You haven’t had a chance to hug him since your first visit, not since the state system started to take the pandemic seriously. All visits went no-contact after that. You were stuck talking to him through a glass pane, on a telephone, with a mask on. The windows were smaller than they looked in the movies. 

It was frustrating, and you still worried he’d get sick while inside with so many people and no personal space. It’s such a relief to have him back, healthy and safe.

In your arms, he feels bigger than you remember. Firmer. Not by a lot, but enough that you can notice it.

“I missed you.” You say it while turning your face into his chest, muffling the words with the cloth of his sweatshirt. 

His hands leave the small of your back and he gently lifts your head off of his chest. When he places his palm on your cheeks and tilts your head back, you hold your breath. He leans in a bit, just a tiny bit, and hesitates. His eyes jump from your eyes to your mouth and back, and then he leans down all the way and kisses you. Firm and warm.

You shut your eyes and let yourself enjoy it. 

It would be nice to say that you and Fez were on steady ground. But you’re not. Sort of. It’s like he’s your Schrodinger’s boyfriend.

You’re not really sure how people become pen pals with inmates and end up marrying them. Talking with Fez about your relationship felt like an uphill battle. Once a month visits and letters let you both express what you wanted, but with each week you could feel uneasiness seep in. The fantasy you both imagined during your first visit was starting to crumble under the weight of reality. You hated yourself for always doing this. Dreaming.

And there had been too much to talk about. Things more important than getting back together. Things like getting his grandma back in his care. Or where he would live, now that the house was gone. Or opening up the store again, if possible. 

No room for dreams. Still, this feels nice. He’s yours again and you’re his, in whatever way you can be.

Fez presses another, smaller kiss to your mouth before pulling away just to press small kisses to your face. One by your eye, one on your cheek, another on your other cheek, close to your nose. You grin and open your eyes.

“Ready to go?” You ask.

“Hell yeah.” He smiles back. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“The door’s open” You say. You grab the bag from his hand and round the car to  toss it into the trunk. You’ll get rid of it later, when he’s not around.

When you get in the driver’s seat, Fez is already in the passenger’s seat. You put on your seatbelt and  turn the car on while he looks out the window at the looming building that caged him for the past nine months.

The engine makes the whole car vibrate beneath you. The radio comes to life, a familiar melody buzzing out of the shitty stereo. Peeling out of the parking lot, you can feel when Fez turns away from the window and looks at you.

“When’d you get the car?”

You glance away from the road for a moment and look at his earnest face. He looks tired, but you can’t help the thought that runs through your head. Every day since you’ve met him he’s only gotten more beautiful.

“Around October,” you say. “It was about time, huh? I don’t know how I survived without it. It’s not as nice as yours, though.”

Fez whistles.

“Yeah, I’m gonna miss it.”

“Well, about that…”

You glance at him again and catch the sly look in his eyes. 

“What?”

He was never somebody you could get an excited, impatient reaction out of. Instead he always got thoughtful and curious.

“Maybe I saw your car go up for auction, and maybe I won it, and maybe a friend is holding onto it until we can go pick it up.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Are you fuckin’ with me?” 

He sounds different than you expected. You come to a stop at a red light and look at Fez. His elbow is resting against the edge of the car window, his hand on his forehead and holding up his head. He looks serious.

“It was way cheaper than it should have been. The cops auction shit off for dirt cheap. And I’m paying in installments.”

He runs his hand over his face, quickly, and breathes in.

“Shit. Thank you.” He breathes out. “I’m paying for that car once I get my money up.” 

You take hold of his left hand, and he curls his fingers around your palm. 

You drive for the next few minutes like this, lifting his hand to your mouth once just to press a kiss there. Eventually you have to let go as you get deeper into busier, faster roads. 

The car has been silent since you announced your surprise, aside from the radio. The early morning January chill is seeping into your car, and you reach to turn on the heat, just a tiny bit.

Just as you do this, Fez’s arm moves too and his hand lands on your thigh, a formerly familiar touch. Your breath hitches, but you don’t react outwardly. His hand is cold but warming up slowly - you can feel it through your pants.

The clock reads 7:45 in the morning. A quick scan of the road ahead of you reveals auto shops. 

“You hungry?” you ask.

Fez makes a non committal sound, and you catch sight of a sign advertising a pit stop with fast food joints. You make a turn onto that road, deciding you’re hungry even if he isn’t.

“Could go for something, I guess.” He says after a small moment.

“Yeah? Anything in particular?” You smile to yourself. “A McDonald’s breakfast?”

“Shit, girl. How’d you know?” He jokes. It used to be his favorite guilty pleasure meal.

“You wanna go inside to eat?”

Fez hums in thought.

“Could we get it to go?”

“Sure. I’m eager to get home, honestly.”

In response, his hand stays right where it was, just above your knee, but his fingers slide to brush the inside of your thigh. A jolt runs from that spot all the way to the bottom of your spine.

“Yeah.” He says, simply. There’s a long pause, and then he continues, “I missed you, too, by the way.”

His pinky strays a bit, skating up your thigh by just a centimeter or two. 

“I’m driving.” You warn, already guessing at where this is going. You can’t find it in yourself to say anything else, it would take too much focus and energy. Just one touch and you feel helpless. 

“What? I just wanna touch you.” He answers, his voice devoid of any connotation. An innocent declaration that he misses human contact. But you know better. “It’s been a long time.”

That’s all fine and well, but then his hand lightly squeezes around your thigh before sliding up by about an inch or two. 

“Fez -”

“On your right,” He interrupts. The giant, golden arches of the McDonald’s M looms ahead.

You pull into the drive through. He rubs your leg with his thumb. Your mouth is drying out.

When you order, Fez laughs at the slight tension in your voice. He’s the one who accepts the paper bags of food and pays with a small wad of cash he procures from his sweatpant’s pockets. All you have to do - all you can do - is sit there with your hands on the steering wheel. He removes his hand for one merciful moment when he turns to put the food in the back seat.

Then he puts that damned hand back on your thigh, higher up than before.

“You’re not just doing this cause I got your car back, right?” You joke, pulling out of the drive through and back onto the main road.

“No.” 

He hikes his hand up your leg again, by another inch or two. You notice that every time he moves his hand up your leg, he also angles his hand more and more towards your inner thigh. 

Your leg tenses and he squeezes back in response.

“Have you been thinking about this, too?” The words are unhurried as always.

“Fez, it’s a long drive, seriously.” 

He’s silent for a beat or two, giving you a moment to breathe.

“It’s crazy I can still get you going like this.” He observes. His thumb rubs at your thigh again. By now his entire hand is hot. “I woulda been kinda disappointed if I couldn’t.”

A couple of smart ass replies come to mind, but you just focus on getting back onto the freeway.

Your silence only serves to work him up.

“I want you so bad.” He says, and he sounds overwhelmed. Amazed at the strength of his desire.

You start wavering, trapped somewhere between driving autopilot and rapt focus on Fez’s voice. You hope to God you won’t crash.

“Say something.”

“Like what?” You glance down at his hand, the broad palm and sturdy fingers.

The insidious touches while driving - this is a game you’ve played before. But something is different this time. 

Maybe it’s just all the time you’d spent apart since your break up, but you’re not sure you can remember a time Fez has been so possessed. 

The desire filling up the car is tinged with desperation. 

When you were together he was playful and emotional. Sweet and lustful. Demanding and generous. But he was never quite like this.

It figures, though. You’d left him. And being locked up is a lonely experience. Nothing but his imagination and anticipation keeping him going.

“Tell me you want me, too.” He says, and, yeah. This is new even if it’s not surprising.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” You answer, because it’s true. You place your right hand over the one on your thigh, not stopping him or urging him on. 

Without preamble he slides his hand all the way up to the crease of your thigh, bringing your own hand along with his. You press your legs together on instinct. Half an hour ago you’d been wondering about the nature of your relationship. Now he’s leaving trails of fire where his fingers touch your leg. 

“You don’t know how much I want you.” He sounds breathless suddenly, and you squirm.

“Fez, please.” You plead. “I need to drive.”

He stops squeezing your thigh and you relax. Then he slides his hand off of you completely but not before grazing you right at the apex of your legs. It’s like he struck a match within you. You exhale slowly, shakily, putting both hands on the steering wheel again. Gently, he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear before retreating entirely.

Traffic stalls for a bit and you turn your head to finally look at him. He has one relaxed hand over his mouth, looking thoughtful. His eyes are dark and his face is flushed. He stares back at you for a few moments before turning his head and looking out the window again. 

Your heart slows and you can hear the music from the radio again. You didn’t even notice that you’d gone deaf to it. You turn the volume up by a few points and put all your attention on the road ahead.

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“You livin in East Highland again?” He drawls when you take the exit into town. He sits up straight in his seat. 

“Yep.” The familiar streets are making it all much more real. It’s like this past hour in the car was a weird dream, but now that you’re driving through your hometown it’s hitting you that Fez is free. Fez is coming home. Fez is going to get out of this car and exist in the space next to you.

“What about school?”

You shrug, and feel a smile tugging on your mouth.

“I got a car now, I can commute instead of dorming.” 

“Ain’t that harder?”

“Nah.” 

Yes it is. Not by a lot, though. And it’s worth it. You wanted to give Fez a place to stay until he gets back on his feet, and you can’t do that if you’re staying in a dorm. Even if it doesn’t work out, even if he has to sleep on the couch until he gets his own place, you want him to have a home. 

Fez hums in a way that betrays his disbelief. You don’t care.

You glance at the clock again. Just a little past 8:30. You grin.

“Whatchu smilin for?” 

You take your eyes off the road, finally feeling more comfortable driving back in your hometown.

“Me? Nothing.”

When you pull up to your spot - a shitty, ancient duplex - your second surprise is sitting outside on the sidewalk. 

You know Fez sees when he practically stumbles out of the car before you’ve even put it in park.

You turn the engine off and step out of the car, hearing the conversation without seeing it.

“Hey, Fez.” Rue says.

“Kid...” His voice is so soft, you’re surprised you can hear it.

“Welcome home.”

When you close the door and look over the roof of the car, you can see the way Rue’s face is closing in on itself. She’s going to cry.

You busy yourself with getting the food out of the backseat, making sure to take your time.

“I missed you, Rue.”

His face is hidden behind her wild curls, but you know he’s smiling. Over his shoulder you can see her wiping away stray tears.

And even though this is a happy day, your heart aches for them. You hadn’t hugged Fez in about seven months, but Rue hasn’t touched him since before he was arrested. 

You remember all the times Fez called her his family, and you realize he’s been separated from what little family he had left for almost a year. You and Rue missed him in different ways, but you know her pain has been just as deep as yours. 

Sometimes you would visit him together, but you always gave each other privacy during your talks, going in one at a time to talk with Fez through a pane of glass. 

You can’t forget the visit in September when Rue burst into tears as you both walked out of the jail. She’d apologized, and hiccuped, and hidden her face. She told you Fez had wished her a happy belated birthday. 

“He said ‘Happy Birthday, kid.’” She recounted, wiping her tears with the heel of her hand.

When you hugged her she was shivering with the effort of not crying.

“He’s always protected me, and I can’t do anything for him.” She choked out, and you heard a little girl who missed her brother. It shocked you how many different ways this situation could break your heart. 

In the present, Rue hides her tears from him, and the smile that overtakes her face when she looks at Fez made the bad memories go down easier.

You close the back door, paper bags in hand, and walk around the car to join the pair.

“Ah, shit.” Rue laughs. “I bought breakfast, too.” 

She gestures vaguely behind herself, and you see a large McDonald’s bag.

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In your little apartment, you sit around at the tiny table and eat together.

“I brought something else.” Rue announces, and her eyes cut to yours. You glance at Fez and he has a lopsided smile on his face. He looks between the two of you, brows raised.

“Damn, y’all are just full of surprises today.”

“It’s a special day.” You reply, and Rue reaches for her backpack. She pulls out an old shoebox, the lid duct taped closed.

“Didn’t want anything to fall out.” She explains, and Fez looks at her curiously. He moves wrappers and plates out of the way to set the box on the table and unsticks the tape carefully. 

When he finally gets the lid off, his eyes jump back to Rue’s, full of wonder. 

“Are you serious, kid?”

He pulls out a ziploc bag. You already knew what would be in there, but it’s your first time seeing it too. 

Inside of the bag is all of Fez’s jewelry - or as much as Rue could find. Chains, rings, bracelets. His grandmother’s rosary. And Ash’s jewelry too. 

“How’d you get this?” Fez wonders, holding the bag up to the light and looking at all the gold inside. “Thought they’d auction off everything in the place.”

“Well, I broke into the house before they could do that.” She grins, proud.

“You’re fuckin crazy..” Fez shakes his head, smiling. He puts the bag down to the side and looks into the box again. One by one, he pulls out framed pictures. 

You wish you could have been there, watching Rue in the dead of night.  See her grab every picture off the walls and flat surfaces, and see her scavenge for the photo album in the closets. 

He pauses at a photo of his grandmother, set in a metal frame. She’s young in the picture, no older than thirty-five. Her hair was black, her eyes piercing. You used to look at that picture often and wonder what she had been like. From what Fez told you, she was larger than life. 

“C’mere, Rue.” He says, his voice rough. He extends one arm out and Rue stands to lean into him. He hugs her tight with one arm, the other hand still holding the photo. 

He turns his face into her hair.

“I love you.” He says.

You can hear him take in a huge, shaky breath. 

“I love you, too, Fez.”

You turn away and try to blink away the tears in your eyes. You’ve never seen Fez cry before. 

When you look back, Rue is standing from the hug, pausing to kiss the top of Fez’s head. He laughs, and it’s all watery. His face is tear stained. 

“Shit.” He laughs again, wiping the tears away. He exhales and you wonder how exhausted he must be. He’s gone through almost every human emotion since he woke up this morning, probably.

Rue spends the day with the both of you. She sits with Fez on your couch and talks about her sister, and her mother. She tells him that Lexi has her pick of colleges to attend next year. She mentions her sponsor. He knows the best diners in town, she says, and she wants to go to them with Fez.

You don’t talk much. You will have an indefinite amount of hours to talk with Fez.

At half past two, Rue glances at the clock and clicks her tongue before standing up.

“Man. I gotta go.”

Fez raises his brows.

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” Rue shrugs, the gesture exaggerated in that way it always is when she does it. “Gotta get home at the right time, can’t have my mom know I’m skipping.”

“You’re skipping school?” 

“It’s a Tuesday.” Her face shifts into a quizzical little expression, but there’s humor in her eyes.

“Ah, fuck. I don’t know which way is up at this point.”

Rue slings her backpack over her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” She smacks him on the knee, and he beams at the familiar gesture. “I’ll see you around.” 

She nods at you as she walks out. The door closes behind her and Fez falls back on the couch.

“She’s doing good.” He says to the ceiling. “I can tell she’s clean.”

You sit on the couch beside him, taking up the spot Rue was in. The afternoon sun is streaming in through your windows.

“Wanted to tell her I’m proud of her.” Fez continues. “But I didn’t want her to feel…I don’t know. She’d just get embarrassed. You know what I’m saying?”

“She’s too humble.” You agree. 

He sighs.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

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So you step outside and walk and walk and walk. You walk tirelessly, roaming all over your neighborhood and then some. 

“It feels like the world is endless.” He says, standing at a crosswalk, looking at the cars flying by. 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like I could walk forever. I mean, I can walk forever. Nobody to stop me, no fences keeping me in. I can be alone if I want or around other people if I want. It’s like I’m becoming a human again.”

You cross the street and he eyes a couple of kids exiting the corner store up ahead. 

“You’ve always been human.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to live like one.”

The tone of his voice is equivalent to a shrug. It’s the most frank he’s ever been about life on the inside. 

When you get back, you cook an early dinner. He stands behind you, one arm holding you against his front. You remember the days you did the same, pressed against his back as he made breakfast. Listening to the sounds of Ashtray getting up in the next room. 

“You got class tomorrow?” He asks, shifting easily so you can stir the sauce in front of you. 

“It’s winter break, so I got a month off. Still have two weeks left.”

He hums, pleased, and the vibrations from his chest run down your spine. 

After dinner you sit on the couch with him again, watching the first movie you could find on TV. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask during a commercial break. 

Fez looks up to the ceiling, thinking. 

“I don’t know. I’m really happy. And tired, I guess. Horny.” He grins around the last word, his eyes shifting from the ceiling to look at you. 

You could have guessed at all of those answers. It’s still really something to behold. If anyone cycled through emotions quickly, it was you. Sometimes it felt like he was just observing you, and now it’s the other way around. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

You’re startled.

“You think you need to ask?”

“Ionno. I think I just asked so I could hear you say yes.”

“Yes.” You say, and he leans in and kisses you like he wants to savor you. 

In the back of your mind you wonder if he’s okay. It’s a stupid thing to wonder about, because you know he’s not. He’s insecure and trying to hide it, and you don’t know if it was being incarcerated that fucked him up or if it was you. He was blindsided when you left him.

Slowly, gently, he leans forward until you find yourself lying on the couch.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months.” He tells you in between kisses. “Almost asked you to pull the car over this morning.” 

He presses his chest against yours and your breath catches before you can tell him you’ve been thinking about this too.

“Wish I coulda told you about all the things I wanted to do.” His breath is hot against your skin as he moves to kiss your cheek, then your ear. “But they listen in on the calls and read all our letters.” He mouths at the column of your throat.

“Bastards.” You say with a smile, chest heaving. 

He holds your hand when he comes inside you. He tells you he loves you and you say it back. You seal your mouth to the hollow of his collarbone just to taste the salt of his skin. You’re so happy. 

He almost falls asleep on the couch afterwards, but you convince him to shower first. When he comes out of the bathroom and enters the bedroom with a towel slung low on his hips, you get your first real look at his body. You didn’t really see much when he was on top of you.

He is a little bigger. You see the bulk of muscle under a layer of soft skin and fat. 

You pass him a pajama set and he takes it with an odd look on his face.

“You really takin’ care of me.”

He drops the towel, the early evening light making him glow. It’s like the sun is using its last gasps to highlight his skin. There’s a scar on the left side of his belly. A twisted dimple marking where the bullet tore through him. 

You look at him, nude and unassuming. You know his time inside has toughened him up. But he is so, so vulnerable. He doesn’t have a clue.

When he climbs onto the bed next to you, he stretches and kisses you on the back of your neck. You jerk away.

“I’m all sweaty.” You complain.

“Don’t care.” He drops a kiss to your shoulder before you get up to go take your own shower.

When you get back, he’s lying on your bed, barely keeping his eyes open. Each blink is drowsier than the last.

“Go to sleep.” You whisper, climbing onto the bed.

He shakes his head, but you caress his cheek with the back of your hand and he’s out like a light within minutes. 

These tender moments remind you so much of your last year of high school. You and Fez acting like adults. Playing house every weekend. But Fez was never really pretending. He’s been an adult since he was thirteen. You feel like you’ve only started to catch up with him in this past year. Your worries used to be so different. 

You sit there on your knees, looking at him. 

When you first visited, you’d asked him if he was going to leave his old life behind. He said he didn’t know. You promised to wait for him if he gave you something to look forward to. Then you didn’t talk about it after that. It would be unwise to ask if he plans to keep dealing over the phone in jail. 

You’re afraid of his answer, but ultimately it’s a decision he has to make on his own. Your sixteen year old self would call you a coward, but if he goes back to dealing you will cut and run again. Even though you don’t want to. 

You reach out and touch his face. You press your fingertips into the jut of his cheekbone. Loving him has never been scarier.

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In the morning you wake up and find Fez has tucked his face into the crook of your neck while you were sleeping. His legs are tangled with yours and one of his hands is on your waist, the fingers relaxed and curled.

It hits you that this is your first time waking up next to him in a year and a half. 

“Morning.” He mumbles, and you can feel his lips dragging against your neck lazily when he speaks.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Weird. Forgot how it feels to sleep on a real mattress.” He inhales and you can tell he’s still sleep dazed. “And if I can be honest with you, I’m still crazy horny.”

You laugh.

“No, I could tell.” You say, shifting so the side of your hip presses against his front, letting him know you could feel his dick.

“Shit, sorry.” He laughs, too. “I’m bricked up.”

So you fuck, and it’s like he’s on a mission to erase every memory of that last time you fucked back at his place. He was always enthusiastic in bed, but now he touches you like he can’t believe you’re real. He looks amused at the way he can get a reaction out of you with a pass of his hand. But then you kiss him behind his ear or nose at the warm junction of his neck and shoulder, and he just falls apart. 

“I’m gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

He speaks the words against your flesh. Like a vow, like a prayer. It makes your skin frost with goosebumps. He kisses you everywhere - your belly, your palm, your sternum. 

“You just tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.” He promises, hiking your leg up to hook it around his hip.  

You moan and he kisses you on your open mouth.

“I’m never gonna get tired of this.” He tells you afterwards, looking and sounding absolutely blissed out. 

You hum in agreement, and squirm a bit, and he raises his brows before glancing down between your legs. 

“Fuck.” He hops out of bed and disappears for a few moments before coming back with a damp washcloth. He carefully parts your legs and cleans you up. 

“I did this last night, too. Shit. Didn’t even think about a condom.” He folds the washcloth in half and smooths one hand up your thigh, nudging you to let your legs down now that he’s done. 

“Relax.” You say, and he glances up at you. “I’m on the pill. Kinda figured this would happen when you got out.”

“Jesus.” He laughs and scratches at the top of his head.

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The two of you hit the store later that day. Fez had lucked out - his grandmother had already paid off the mortgage on the place before she got sick, and the cops had no way of proving she paid for it with drug money. 

The house, on the other hand, was being paid off by Fez, who they could prove was making at least some of his money off dealing. They took the house and everything inside as ‘asset forfeiture’.  But maybe that’s not so bad. You’re not sure how he could ever sleep in that place again. 

Fez opens up the store and you find everything covered in fine dust. You pick up a packet of Slim Jim’s and chortle when you realize it hasn’t expired yet. 

The ice creams in the unplugged freezers have melted. You frown. It’s going to be a bitch to clean up.  

While you admire a bag of immortal twinkies, you hear the creak of a door opening and closing. When you look up, Fez has vanished. 

You call out his name and get no reply. 

You find him where you hoped you wouldn’t - in the fridge, hidden behind the shelves of drinks. He’s staring at the seat behind the table in the corner. Ashtray used to sit there. The microwave is still plugged in, but it’s dead. 

“It’s so fucking stupid.” He mumbles, his back turned to you. 

“What is?” You ask. You want to touch him but you know it’s not what he needs right now. 

“Everything.” He answers, “This is all so fucking stupid. Nothing makes sense without him.” 

There’s nothing you can say. You remember Ash’s smile. He was such a beautiful boy. You still remember the day you first saw him with those damn tattoos. He’d laughed at the look on your face. You told him he’d regret it when he grew up. 

If you open your mouth to speak now, you’ll just cry, and Fez will get stuck comforting you when he’s the one who watched him die. 

So you keep your mouth shut. You don’t know how to tell Fez he has to make sense of his life without his brother. How could you? Raising and loving and protecting Ash was his entire purpose. He wouldn’t even dream about his life on the farm if Ash couldn’t go with him. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He says, and before you can answer he’s halfway out the door.

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The rest of the week is slow going. You prepare for the start of the next semester, and you watch Fez get increasingly frustrated with his new life. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s getting uncomfortable with you taking care of him instead of it being the other way around.

He used to be the most stable thing in your life. Mellow. Now his moods change almost by the hour, although he tries to hide it from you. Joy at being free, depression over Ash. Bored and angry in turns. Needy and then avoidant on a whim. He used to be a man who controlled his feelings, but now his feelings control him. Every website tells you it takes time for inmates to adjust to life on the outside. At night he clings to you like he’s adrift and you’re a lifeline.

He goes to the store without you, and you let him have his space. Sometimes he stays out for hours. When he comes back you smoke a little weed together. It hits him harder, faster now. 

“I need to get my bread up.” He says, his head on your lap. You pluck the blunt out of his fingers and put it out in your little ceramic tea platter. “I gotta get my grandma outta that nursing home.”

“It’ll happen, baby. When you open the store again.”

And he does open the store again. It’s a whole party, with flashing lights and throwbacks played over a stereo. People dance, the racks of packaged food pushed up against the walls to make room for everyone. It looks like every kid he’s ever befriended is there that night. 

You spot Lexi there, with Rue and all of their friends, and you cringe at the way she looks at you then looks away.

You steel yourself and walk up to her, offering her a drink that she accepts but doesn’t sip from.

“You can talk to him. You should.” You say, and she doesn’t look scared but she does look uncomfortable.

“I wouldn’t want to make things weird.”

She’s only a couple years younger than you but you can’t help but think she’s just a kid.

“Lexi,” You start, and she stands a tiny bit straighter. “If you’re part of the reason he’s been happy at all in these past two years, you’re alright with me. And if you loved each other - that’s private. Love is private.” You sound so stupid to your own ears, but it’s sincere.

“I didn’t think we’d ever talk about this directly, honestly.” There’s relief in her voice and you smile a bit.

“He cares about you a lot.”

“I think I’m gonna - I should..” She smiles in exasperation at herself but you just wave her off. She wanders off to talk with Fez and when he catches your eyes from across the room he looks grateful. Then he grins at Lexi.

Being grown up about this is easier than you’d have ever imagined. You remember that time you’d had a shouting match with Fez over an older girl who flirted with him incessantly. Your jealousy was just your fear of losing him manifesting. Now, you’ve been through the worst. What else is there to be scared of?

There’s movement at the entrance. You look over just as Faye walks into the party and you smile instantly.

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You get home from class and see that Fez’s car is parked on the street outside of your building. 

Maybe he’s taking an early lunch, you think.

Ever since the store got up and running again, Fez has been working nonstop. He always was an incredibly hard worker, but his hours were unusual. Now, they’re a bit more conventional. 

You’re climbing the stairs to your apartment when a man crosses your path. You both step on the landing at the same time - him going down the stairs, and you going up. He looks at you, but before you can really look back, he turns his face away. 

Something tells you to walk a little faster, and when you reach the second floor, you see the door to your apartment swinging closed. You look back but the man is gone. 

When you step into the apartment, Fez is on the phone. He spots you, says “Listen, I gotta go, let’s talk about it later.” and then hangs up.

And you trust him. You do. But your anxiety is threatening to overtake that trust, like a tidal wave crashing over the shore.

“Hey, baby.” He puts his phone down on the coffee table. “Was class good?”

“Yeah…” You glance back at the door, trying to make sense of things. “Did you have lunch yet?”

You scan the living room. Nothing seems out of place. You soothe yourself internally and decide to let it go.

He gets up before you can head for the kitchen, insisting he will cook today. You thank him by hooking your finger around his gold chain and pulling him in for a kiss. 

He presses a wad of cash into your hand and kisses your forehead.

“For the rent.” He says, then he busies himself with firing up the stove.

That night, you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart. He plays with your hair, traces your jaw with a light touch. There’s a movie playing on your laptop. You don’t know a bigger cinephile than your boyfriend. Fez could watch movies for hours. 

He laughs at something on screen, the kind of laugh that makes his chest shake and his voice go all cute. 

You haven’t spoken to your parents lately. Not since you moved out of the dorm. They never really disliked Fez, but they were kind of happy when you broke up. And then when he was arrested and you started visiting him, they were concerned. When you moved out of the dorms they knew it was so you could live with Fez once he was released. 

It was one thing when all they knew about Fez was the rumors they heard. It was another when he was a convict, no matter how light the sentencing. 

You look at the screen but all you see are colors and shapes. You miss your parents. You’ve loved Fez for four years. 

You can’t wait to move into a bigger place with him, one with a room just for his grandma. You can’t wait to graduate and work and have him by your side. You want to prove everyone wrong. 

But who was the man leaving the apartment this afternoon? You told yourself you’d leave again, if he went back to dealing. But now you’re scared that you couldn’t even if you tried. 

You shut your eyes and try to make yourself sleep.

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A/N:

Thanks again for reading. I’ve decided to make a third part, because I realized the plot I came up with for this mystery man character would not reasonably fit in here.

Send asks and messages with requests or whatever.... or don’t! Either way thanks for reading! :)

I have to admit I’m proudest of the scene where Fez admits nothing makes sense without Ash...

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Different Recipes II Fezco x Pie Girl

>> Pairing: Fezco x Female Reader >> Plot: Pie girl and Ash bond. Fez meets the parents (or at least the dad). Our lovebirds talk about the future.  >> Part 1 II Part 2 >> Warnings: Slight mention of Euphoria typical themes. Mostly just cute fluff. >> A/N: English is not my first language so cut me some slack ;) Comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated ♥

I swear I had a request about reader and Ash baking a bunch of pies together but I can not find it anymore. So whoever sent it in, thank you! It partially inspired this part. ♥

The soft melody of a 60s folk-rock song echoes through the halls of the diner. While out front they are mostly drowned out by the voices of the patrons, back in her little corner of the expansive kitchen, (Y/N) feels herself get lost in the music for a moment.

Her fingers knead the dough as the pecan Pie in front of her is just waiting to be covered in intricate woven braids of sweet flaky dough.

Life is calm here and safe and quiet.

… that's until her dad's voice speaks up from beside her, a mix of confusion and amusement clouding his words.

"There is a child by the counter asking for the pie girl. A child with face tattoos. "

A smile pulls the corner of her lips upward at her father's words.

"I'm assuming he means you. Which has me a little worried. Why are you hanging out with kids who, I have to mention it again, have actual real face tattoos?"

"He's a good kid, dad," she laughs as she wipes her hands on the yellow frilly apron that's wrapped around her frame. "That's Ash, he's Fezco's brother."

"They name one kind Fezco and give the other a normal name like Ash? What's his full name, like Ashton or Asher or something?"

Another chuckle falls from her lips "or something."

Ash is leaning against the counter, an ever-present scowl on his face. He looks out of place, like he always does except those few fleeting moments in his own home, on his own couch. It fascinates (Y/N) and it also makes a deep sadness settle in the pit of her stomach.

He should be a kid. If only life had ever let him be one.

She sees the same sadness in Fez sometimes. He doesn't talk a lot about his childhood but he doesn't have to. It's in the way he is.

If she can do her tiny little part in making that sadness go away for just a moment, that's all she ever wants to do. For the both of them.

"Look who it is! What's up, Ash. Heard you're asking for me."

"What," he scoffs and regards her with sharp eyes. Always alert even around the people he knows. If he doesn't fully trust you yet, he's always keeping his eyes on you. Ready to strike any minute. "Can I not come around to get some pie or something?"

"I bring you pie every day. What's really up?"

He takes a breath, letting his gaze trail down to the floor. For a second (Y/N) can see a spark of the kid he is, the kid he should be. Bashful and timid and soft. She wishes she could see more of this. Wishes he'd let himself be like this more often.

"Fezco sent me over. I need help with school shit."

"Hope we're not talking about math cause I'm shit at that myself."

"Nah it's nothing like that. I uh -" he stammers then slowly lifts his eyes to look at her shyly through his lashes. "We got this bake sale shit happening tomorrow. I wasn't gonna participate but the money goes to funding some new things around school and whoever helps raise the money gets some extra credit and man I could use some of that. Not that I care 'bout it but uh - Fez does.  And I don't want to disappoint him."

This is probably the most she's ever heard Ash talk at once. Like his brother, he is a man of few words. Though where Fez makes em count because he's of the belief that words spoken without meaning are wasted, (Y/N) has the feeling that Ash just can't seem to find the right ones sometimes.

"Ash," she says and rests her arms on the counter across from him. "You're not gonna disappoint him, as long as you try. Fez loves you so much. I can't think of a single thing that would ever make him be disappointed in you. You are his whole world. You know that right?"

He's silent for a moment and she lets him be. She lets him find the words, lets him figure out his own feelings.

And when he's ready he looks back at her and grants her a tiny smile, hardly there but she can see it. "Me n' you now."

She thinks her heart might burst.

"So how many do you need?" She asks Ash as she secures the apron around his frame.

"They didn't give a specific number but the more I bring the more they can sell and maybe that'll earn me some extra points."

"Smart kid," (Y/N) exclaims, which earns her a sour look from the boy. He hates being called a kid, it's partially why she likes saying it so much.

"Well good for you I'm already two pies ahead. So you can have those."

"Nah, I can't do that. You were gonna sell those. I ain't taking away your income."

He's sweet. He's so sweet. She knows he'd hate to hear it but there's such a divine sweetness about this boy who has been so hardened by life. The same sweetness she sees every time she looks into his older brother's eyes.

"No worries. Those weren't for sale anyway. Just me testing out stuff. I would have probably brought them over to your place anyway."

"I see how it is," Ash jokes as his lip pulls up into a cheeky smirk. "We your guinea pigs huh? One of these days you're gonna fucking poison us accidentally."

"You want me to stop bringing you pie?"

"Fuck no!"

"That's what I thought. Now I have a few easy and quick pies in mind we can bake. Kitchen is gonna empty out in a bit as we close early on Thursdays so we'll have the whole place for ourselves. Well, us and my dad and his 60s music."

"Yo I was about to ask, man."

"It'll grow on you."

"I doubt it. But well, thanks for doing this."

She nudges his shoulder with hers before pulling out the ingredients for the first pie.

"No big deal. I do want something in return though."

"Fuck I knew it. What is it? If you want me to hook you up with my brother, that ship has sailed long time ago. Dude's absolutely whipped for you. Like he doesn't talk about anything else but his Sweets."

Though he says it with a sense of annoyance, the smirk on his face cracks the tough exterior. There's a sense of appreciation and approval swinging along with his words. It makes her cheeks grow warm. The fact that Fez is so enchanted by her, and the fact that Ash doesn't think having her around is all that bad. It means the world to her.

"Glad to hear it but no, not that. I want you to tattoo me."

He drops the whisk he previously played around with and regards her with eyes wide in shock. "You want me to what?"

"You did those yourself, right?" (Y/N) questions and points to the ink on his face.

"Yeah…"

"So I know you can do it. I want you to tattoo me."

"Where?"

"Like my ankle maybe, or my wrist."

"What do you want? And don't go telling me you want my brother's name or initials or some shit like that. I ain't doing that. "

The seriousness and determination in his voice make her laugh. He sounds a bit like a father scolding his kid for making stupid decisions,  and maybe he's right. Maybe it is stupid and impulsive. But what's life without a few bad decisions and a little chaos?

"I want a sunflower."

"A sunflower?"

"Yeah, just the head, kinda small. But a sunflower. Can you do that?"

He looks at her for a moment, eyes scrunched together in consideration.

"That something to do with Fez? The sunflower?"

She nods bashfully as she thinks back to the night at this very diner where their pining had finally ended and that marked the beginning of something she only ever thought existed in books and movies and songs.

"He gave them to me when we kissed for the first time."

"Okay, fucking cheesy but I'll do it."

“ How very generous of you.”

“ Yo, you better be nice,” Ash laughs and jokingly points his finger in her direction “or I’ll tattoo a dick on you or something.”

“ Hey! I’m helping you. Anyway, enough joking around let's get baking. “

And though he scoffs at her lackluster attempt of sounding like the host of some cheesy baking tv show, Ash still smiles. And making Ash smile is always a win in her books.

“ The fuck. How come you’re so good at this and mine looks like — that? “

Ash looks down at his pie, with his nose scrunched up in disapproval. It’s bumpy and uneven and chaotic but (Y/N) thinks there’s a certain charm to it.

“ I’ve been doing this for years, Ash. This is your first actual pie. We can’t be good at something immediately. “

“ Yeah, I don’t got the patience to learn this though. Don’t think you gonna see me braiding dough at home anytime soon. It’s driving me crazy, why do you like this so much? “ She has to think for a moment. It’s fun, that’s the obvious answer but it goes so much deeper.

“ It makes me feel calm. My head is so chaotic and loud and I overthink everything, all the time. When I bake, I can focus on the recipe and the batter, and the filling. I get some time away from my own intrusive thoughts. I think that is what really makes me love it so much.”

Ash isn’t much of a talker. He’s a listener though, and a good one at that. He noticed the little things, the in-between-the-lines things. Maybe it comes with the job, with the life. Or maybe it’s just the kind of person he is. But whatever it is, he makes for a good listener. And maybe, (Y/N) thinks, being vulnerable with him shows him that it’s okay.

“ Your head gets loud? “

“ Mmmh. “

“ Yeah, mine too. “

“ So what do you do? “

He glances at her from the corner of his eyes then quickly back at the dough “either I get angry and do something stupid or I put on a movie and hang out with Fez. Dude’s so mellow he gets everyone to calm down. “

She wonders if Fez knows just how much Ash adores him. Just how much he means to his little brother. He is so much more than a business partner. He is a brother. A friend. A hero. A dad.

“ Yeah he’s good at that, isn’t he.”

A comfortable silence falls upon them as they continue working on their respective pies before Ash speaks up again.

“ I’m glad he has you. I think — man I dunno how to say it. But Fez never got to have a good thing without worrying about other shit. He’s so busy taking care of grandma and the shop and the drugs and me, don’t think he ever stopped and took care of himself. I try to do it sometimes but it’s hard. ‘s good to have you around. “

She doesn’t know what to say to that. Those words take her heart from her chest and cradle it in soft, gentle waves. To hear anyone say that, but especially Ash, means everything.

“ Now don’t start crying or something. I can’t deal with crying girls. “

“ No?,” (Y/N) laughs trying desperately to keep the tears at bay “ well how you dealin’ with this?”

Before he can react, before he even knows what’s happening, she throws a hand of flour at him, dusting him in the white powder.

“What the fuck? “

“ Oh no, it’s a ghost. We have a ghost in the kitchen. “

“ I’ll show you ghosts”

In a matter of seconds, a flour fight breaks out. All the other cooks are long gone and it’s only the two of them. Running around the room, hiding behind counters while throwing hands full of flour at the other.

Sometimes life feels heavy and exhausting and like all it seeks to do, is push you down and break you. And other times, you feel like this. Other times you run around a kitchen throwing flour, laughing like a little kid, and wondering why life can’t be this way forever. Light and easy and — happy.

It’s already dark out when Fez steps into the diner. Some song he doesn’t recognize plays through the overhead speakers and (Y/N)’s dad sits by the counter writing something down on a notepad.

What really stands out though, what immediately sends a bolt of emotions through his chest, is the laughter ringing through the halls. Ash’s laughter. Sweets’ laughter.

There’s something indescribably powerful about this moment. Something that grabs him and doesn’t let him go. All he’s ever wanted in life was to take care of and protect those he loves most. He’s not sure how good of a job he’s doing but at that moment he thinks he might not be doing too bad. At least not when it comes to Ash and (Y/N).

“ They’ve been goofing around for a while now, not sure they’ll get any pies baked. “

(Y/N)’s dad is looking at Fez with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. It makes Fez feel a little uneasy. Not because he thinks there’s any malice there or that he doesn’t trust her dad. Fez is just not used to this. Parents usually aren’t his biggest fans. They don’t care why he does what he does. They don’t want to hear his reasoning. And this is not just any parent, it’s his girlfriend’s dad. That’s a terrifying situation in the best of cases. And his case has hardly ever been good.

“ Uh, hi. I’m Fezco. “

“ I know who you are. Kid doesn’t stop talking about you. “ her dad laughs as he shakes Fez’s hand. They’ve seen each other before in passing but never like this. Never one on one without anyone around to take away the awkwardness of the whole situation.

"Come sit down, man. Let's have a talk."

He'd rather do anything else than this, but what could he possibly say? No? Never. Sweets loves her parents, especially her dad, and anyway, Fez has been raised better than to disrespect the man who raised the girl he loves most.

He doesn't let himself dream often but sometimes, the very rare times it happens, he sees her. She and him and Ash. A life without drugs, without violence and pain and fear. If that future is to ever become a reality, that will include her parents too, to some extent. As she becomes part of his family, maybe he and Ash can become part of hers too.

Fez feels a wave of anxiety crash upon him as he sits down next to her dad. He seems nice enough but that don't mean shit.

"It's good to properly meet you. Been wondering when we'd finally get to. She's been talking about you non-stop."

Fez can't really believe that. He knows she appreciates him. Knows she's in love with him. But there ain't much he can see in himself that's worth talking about. Especially to her parents. He'd be lying though, if he said it didn't send his heart into a frenzy.

"She has?"

"Oh yeah. She'll kill me if she finds out I'm telling you this though so maybe let's keep it between us."

"Sure thing man, I ain't no snitch."

Her dad takes a sip from his coffee mug, one that says "Best Dad. Decent Boss." and pushes his glasses up a little before turning back towards Fez.

"She said you own a corner store? "

" Yeah. Used to be my grandma's but she got — she got sick. So I'm looking after the store 'n taking care of her."

"You own a store, take care of your sick grandma and raise your brother? "

"Yes, sir."

"All by yourself?"

There is no judgment in his voice. Just surprise. Maybe a little admiration. Respect even. Fez is not used to this but damn if it doesn't feel good.

"Yeah."

Her dad places a warm comforting hand on Fez's shoulder for a second.

"That's admirable. You're doing a good job. You should be proud of yourself. Glad my girl has someone like you."

"I don't know," Fez admits and shrugs his shoulders. "Think she could do better than a high school dropout. Don't think I can give her all she deserves.”

“Hey, Fezco. Man, don’t say stuff like that. You make her happy and that’s all that matters. She doesn’t care about the rest and quite honestly neither do I or her mom. We want her to be happy and that’s what she is. I’ve never seen her this happy before and you play a really big part in that happiness. I know it’s sometimes hard to accept these things when life has been rough. I did not have the best childhood and I made mistakes in my life and it took me a long time to realize that despite everything, I do deserve happiness and I do deserve good things. You’ve been dealt shitty cards, I assume. But hey, you did the best you could. I think you deserve to be proud of that. We’re all just trying to get by even if we don’t all get the same privileges. Same dough, different recipes. “

It means a lot to hear him say that. To hear this man, who knows hardly anything about Fez, tell him to be proud of where he is, of what he accomplished. Not the drugs or the shop even, but himself. Be proud of the man he is. Soft despite life being nothing but rough and ruthless.

“ Yo, that sounds a lot like something Sweets would say.”

“ Oh you live with that girl for a while and you start talking in pie metaphors. You just wait. “

The two of them share a laugh and it’s not just a laugh. It’s a silent agreement. A thank you.

"Hey dad, can you — Fez?"

She's covered in flour as she steps out of the kitchen and into the main room of the diner. Her hair, her face, the front of her apron. Everything is dusted in a coating of white flour. But her smile though. Her smile rivals the sun. It's big and bright and Fez thinks it's truly the best thing he ever had the privilege to look at. He loves this girl.

Fuck, he really loves this girl.

"You fell into the mixing bowl?" Fez asks, a smile taking over his face now too. There's something contagious about her smile, about her happiness. You want to capture it. Hold onto it for yourself. If only for a moment.

"Hah, no. Very funny. Oh god, dad are you interrogating Fez?"

"I'm doing no such thing!" Her dad exclaims and throws his hands up in mock innocence.

"Did he interrogate you?"

"Nah," Fez replies and shakes his head " we was talkin' about you actually."

"Me? Oh god, nothing embarrassing I hope."

"Only the embarrassing shit, Sweets."

Fez and her dad share a laugh at that and though she faces them with a discontent pout, there's a twinkle in her eyes and it lets Fez know that she appreciates him trying to bond with her dad. Maybe there is a future for him and his Sweets after all.

The pies are stored safe and secure in the fridge and Ash is sound asleep in his room. There’s an old movie playing on tv but quite honestly, Fez hasn’t paid attention to it since like 2 minutes in.

He’s too occupied looking at the girl in his arms. She’s resting on his chest, legs tangled with his. She’s wearing his shirt, smelling of his body wash and shampoo. He’s leaving marks on her life, no matter how small they are, and for a man who always felt like a silent observer watching his own life go by, that means everything. To be welcomed into someone else's life so enthusiastically and wholly. It’s a new feeling. It’s a wonderful feeling.

“ Yo, Sweets? “ he softly speaks up as his fingers rub gentle circles into her arm.

“ Hmm? “

“Thanks for helping Ash out. It means a lot. “

“ Oh for sure,” she answers and buries her nose in the fabric of his shirt before placing a quick kiss on his chest. “He’s your family and you’re my man. It’s what a good girlfriend does. “

“Your man, huh? Like the sound of that.”

“ Yeah? Well, you are. Thanks for hanging out with my dad, I know he can be a lot. “

“ Nah,” Fez exclaims and cups her face in his hand. “Your dad’s a good man. “

“ ‘s what he said about you too.”

He still doesn’t fully believe in all of this. In the sentiment of him being a good man. But if they see it in him, who is he to call them a bluff. Maybe they are right. Maybe they see all that life and society and pain ever made him foolishly believe wasn’t there.

“ So he likes me? “

He never cared much about a parent liking him. Then again, there never was a parent to impress as there had never been a girl. Not like her. He’s never felt this deeply for a girl before.

“Yeah, he does. How could he not, Fez? You’re kind and reliable and smart. “

He lets out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle at that.

“Ain’t smart.”

“ Yes, you are! You taught me math, remember? You are so smart. You’re just too humble to admit it.”

Sometimes he still doesn’t know how to respond when she tells him things like this. Not because he doesn’t believe that is what she sees in him, but because there are no words grand enough to really express what it means to him to hear her say that.

So he kisses her instead and hopes she can feel all he wants to say in his kiss.

“And you’re a pretty great kisser too, by the way, “ she mumbles against his lips as she pulls away slightly.

“Ah yeah bet that is why your dad likes me.”

“Totally. That must be what sold him.”

The two descend into a fit of giggles and Fez lets himself dream again. Of more nights like this where his heart feels light and he gets to be silly and careless and free. With his girl. His family.

“I’m glad he likes me, ya know. Wanna meet your mom too. “

“You do? “

“Yeah, feel like it’s the right thing to do. ‘n I wanna do right by you. Think if we have a future, then that’s the next step, right? “

She looks up at him with those damn eyes. The ones that he’s sure hold every answer to every question on earth. The ones that can cause wars and end them. The eyes that are home to him.

“You think so? “

“Think what?”

“That we have a future.”

“ Yeah for sure. I like to think so. Ain’t much sense in doing this if I didn’t think we had one. ‘s what I want for sure.”

She places soft little kisses up and down his neck and on his cheek. Everything feels so light. Like this is what life is meant to be. No pain. No fear. No guilt. Just softness and hearts full of joy.

“ You think about it often? The future I mean. “

“ All the time, Sweets. All the fucking time. “

“ So what do you see? “

He shrugs his shoulder and if he were to look at himself right now, Fez is sure he’s blushing. Never has he told anyone about those dreams before. About all he wants his future to be. Sharing those ideas, those dreams, makes them feel a little more real. Makes him scared that life will throw some more shit his way and take them from him. Sheltering them in his heart was safe, secure. But some dreams, he thinks, might be worth sharing. At least with her.

“ Dunno. You’ll take over the diner, that’s for sure. I’ll sell the shop, take the money to buy a little farmhouse outside of the city. Grow some fruits, strawberries and apples, and shit. We can even have cows and chickens. Then you can use the milk and eggs and fruit to make your pies. I’ll be done with the drugs. Sometime along the way we get married for sure. Have a few kids. “

“ Can we have a dog? “

“ One? We can have a bunch of dogs. Cats too. Ash will have a little house next to us for when he finds someone and starts a family. And we’ll be one chaotic bunch but we’ll be good. Life will be good. “

She covers his face in kisses. Sweet and gentle like her. His eyelids, his cheeks, his nose. And then she kisses his lips and though she says not a single word, he can feel everything she wants to say. Sometimes a kiss is so much more than a kiss.

“ That sound good? “

“ That sounds pretty amazing. Marriage and kids, huh? Very traditional.”

“ I’m all about the fairytale romance, baby. You know it.”

And as she lays her head back to rest above his chest, and her fingers lazily play with his, a thought sparks in Fez’s head and lights up his mind like a sparkler in a dark new year's night.

“ Hey, Sweets? “ he says, voice shaking slightly with anxiety.

“ Hmm? “ she murmurs into his shirt.

“D’you wanna move in with us?”