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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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Somewhere in between. Fezco x F!Reader fic.

A/N: Hello all! Here is my second requested fic, I hope you all enjoy! I had sm fun writing this one! Also, I hope this is up to your angst standards, I am still working on being able to write angst!!! <3 Feedback is always appreciated, and feel free to drop a request. Word Count: 3.3k.

Desc/Request: could you please do a fez x reader of the reader always liking fez but never saying anything because she just thought he would never like her and wasn’t his type. he looked at her like a sister.. she goes to the new year’s eve party and is sitting at the couch and listens & watches to fez and lexie interact and it all gets upset and cries.. and you can decide what to do with rest?? I love angst

Warnings: Fluff, Underage drinking, mentions of throwing up, angst.

Your relationship with Fez was, complicated to say the least. You had been friends for a decade and had become an inseparable duo. Constantly over at his house, you loved the way his grandma spoke so freely, and you loved how at Fez’s, there were no rules. Cereal at odd hours, biking all day, TV until the sun went down. Hours were spent at the convenience store, sneaking snacks and popsicles in the summertime, and standing in front of the space heater in the winter. Talking about whatever was happening at that time, whatever interested you. But as you grew, so did your feelings for Fez. You can’t pinpoint the exact time it happened, but there was one summer where you were running away from him because of cooties and the next summer, you were blushing every time Fez even looked you in the eye.

Sometimes, your relationship with Fez was questioned, when he’d hug you for a moment too long, when your hands brushed together when you were watching a movie, when you’d fall asleep on his shoulder, or when you’d cut his hair, and resting a hand on the junction between his neck and shoulder, and Fez would reach up and play with your fingers. It's like your friendship fell somewhere in between friends, and lovers.

Fez never said anything about it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy those little moments.

But nothing ever came of it. Your hope was squashed, made worse every time Fez would call you “family” or joking about you being the sister him and Ashtray never had. So, you decided to never say anything about it. It was better to preserve your friendship, rather than ruin it with unrequited love, and risk never seeing him again.

It didn’t help that Fez was totally unreadable. Every time the boundaries of friendship were pushed, you could never tell if it fazed him. There was the time where it was your birthday or something, and Fez had told you he had a surprise. He picked you up in his Pathfinder and had put a blindfold on you.

“Fez, I hope this isn’t some weird BDSM shit,” you had joked, and Fez laughed.

“Nah, it’s nothing like that. You goofy.”

You had no idea where you were going and felt like the car had been rolling for hours when it finally stopped. The driver’s door opened and closed. You could hear a crinkle of a paper bag, and then your door opened. You felt around for the door handle, or something to hold onto, instead you met Fez’s outstretched hand. It was warm and slightly calloused, and basically engulfed yours.

“Oh. Thanks.”

He didn’t let go, even after you had started walking.

Fez led you, presumably, away from the car. Soon, the feeling of asphalt from under your feet, turned into the soft feeling of sand. You could hear the sound of waves crashing on the beach. Fez stopped and put the paper bag on the floor. He came up behind you, swept some hair away from your neck, and gingerly pulled off the blindfold off. In front of you, the most-beautiful sunset you had ever seen was unfolding. The sky was erupting into hues of pink, yellow, and reds.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You whispered, stuck in a trance with the setting sun.

“Yeah it is” Fez had said, but his eyes were trained on you.

You had both taken a seat on a blanket he brought, and when the sun slipped below the horizon, Fez had leant you his sweater, when you started to shiver. It smelled like him, a mix of cologne and weed. Between you two, a joint passed, the embers at the end illuminating your faces. Fez had brought a few treats to share, and some drinks, and you snacked happily.

The sound of the waves lulled you into sleepiness, and you laid on your side, your head resting in his lap. You both sat in a comfortable silence, occasionally, Fez’s fingers would find your arm and gently caress it.

“Look, I know you said I didn’t’ need to get you anythin’” Fez spoke up and broke the silence. You lifted your head up from his lap and leaned forward on your arms.

“Hmm?”

Fez looked away nervously, and then out of the brown paper bag, he pulled out a small box and gently placed it on the blanket.

“Ashtray helped pick it out”

You opened the box slowly, and underneath the heap of mismatched tissue paper was a charm bracelet, with dainty little charms attached to it.

“Fez, wow-“ You had smiled up at him. “This is beautiful, thank you.”

He had helped you put it on, fastening it in the right loop, and his hand lingered on your wrist.

You look at him, but found he was already looking at you, and you breath was caught in your throat. Fez licked his lips, before coughing dryly and looking away.

“It’s no big deal, Happy Birthday Y/N”

And you had worn that bracelet every day since.

After that, your relationship had become even weirder, pushing the boundaries of friendship even more than usual.

You’d go with him on late night drives and get In-n-Out, share a joint on the couch, and pass out, your head in Fez’s lap. The mixture of his fingers gently toying with your hair, and the weed would knock you out like a light, and when you’d wake up, you’d find yourself in his bed. When he was around you, he always somehow had to be touching you, nothing ever inappropriate, just subtle touches. A hand on your arm, his arm resting across your shoulders etc. You’d spend the night more often, and in the early hours of the morning, find yourself in a hushed conversation with him. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you’d wake up with your body entangled with his. Things were weird, friends who are strictly friends don’t do this, you told yourself. Even Ash picked up on it.

“Are you guys…like… fuckin’” He said one morning at breakfast.

You almost choked on your cereal. Fez look at Ashtray like he was crazy. You lightly smacked the upside of Ashtray’s head.

“No bad words at the table”. You joked, but inside your heart was beating like a drum. You prayed that the dim glow of the kitchen light wouldn’t give away your beet red face.

“That’s fuckin’ stupid bro,” Fez said shaking his head, and spooned some cereal into his mouth. “She’s like our sister man”. He shoveled the remainder of his cereal into his mouth, and excused himself, and disappeared down the hall.

Ouch.

You cringed and looked sadly down at your cereal bowl, toying with the o’s. It felt like you had swallowed a bunch of angry bees.

“Yeah fucking weird Ashtray,” You muttered, before getting up, the chair scraping loudly on the linoleum, and tossing your bowl into the sink. It clattered against the other bowls and dishes.

The next few days were spent avoiding Fez. Clearly, you had been deluding yourself with ideas of romance. The reality of the situation hurt. Fez didn’t like you. Sure, you were family to him, he liked you that way, but didn’t see you as anything more. Just a “sister”.

“Why you sulkin’ ma.” Fez asked, a couple days later. You were both laying on the couch, passing a joint back and forth. ‘

“Me? I’m not sulking’” you scoffed, taking a long drag from the joint, and then passing it back to him.

Fez let out a dry chuckle.

”Sure ok.” He muttered.

“What?”

“Nothin’”

“Fez seriously, what is it?”

“I just feel like you been sulkin, that’s all” Fez said nonchalantly, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. You rolled your eyes.

”Yeah, well, I’m not.” You murmured, rolling over onto your side and reaching for the remote.

Thanksgiving came and went, so did Christmas, and finally New Years. Things had stayed the same between you and Fez, and it hurt like shit. But you did your best to make it unnoticeable. You had spent the last few weeks lounging around your place, and Fez’s.

A ping from your phone alerted you of an incoming text.

Fez <3:

-Yo, NYE party tonight, you comin?

You groaned.

Y/N:

-rlly?

Fez <3:

-What’s with you being a party pooper all of the sudden

Y/N:

-idk maybe that lifestyle is not for me anymore.

Fez <3:

-girl, last week I had to pick up ur drunk ass from McKays

Y/N:

-and????

Fez <3:

-stop fucking wit me, and get ur ass out here.

Y/N:

-fine, whatever

Fez <3:

-be ready in 10

You rolled out of bed, annoyed with the hold Fez has on you. You pulled on some fitted pants, and a black deep v-neck top. You adorned your body with some dainty jewelry, before quickly doing your makeup.

Your phone pinged again.

Fez <3: -here

You pulled on a jean jacket before leaving your house. The air outside was cold, and you shivered, pulling your jacket closer to your body. Fez leaned over the middle console and pushed the passenger door open.

”Hop in ma’”

The car was silent as Fez drove, the only sound coming from the radio, softly playing Frank Ocean.

“Yo what’s-up with you recently?” Fez asks, he glanced at you from the side.

“Nothin,” You pulled your legs up to your body, and rested them against the door. You picked at some of the leather that was covering the seats.

Fez exhaled from his mouth, like he was sighing.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s nothing Fez, really, don’t worry about it.” You muttered staring out the window.

“You just been different lately,”

“Yeah, well-“ You didn’t finish your sentence, instead you became hyper focused on your fingernails.

The rest of the drive was silent. Fez tapped on the steering wheel occasionally and would glance at you sideways, but didn’t continue the conversation.

You pulled up to the driveway, and immediately went to open the door, but was stopped when Fez locked them.

“Y/N, what is up with you man.” Fez pushed.

“Nothing Fez.” You said, more harshly than you meant. You were being mean, you knew it, but you had a hard time dealing with complicated feelings.

Fez just looked at you, as if he was awaiting your answer.

"I don't like how you been acting recently, it aint cool." He finally said after a beat of silence.

“Jesus, stop bringing it up. Unlock the door, I wanna get wasted.” You said a little too harshly.

With a sigh, Fez unlocked the doors, and you made a beeline for the house, losing Fez behind you. God, this was so much worse than losing your friendship with Fez, you hated not being able to talk about what was bothering you, you hated that you couldn’t tell him, and that in the process you were just hurting him.

Since you entered the house, you hadn’t seen Fez once. Instead, you spent time with Kat and Maddy on the dancefloor, Jules in the kitchen, and a quick conversation with Rue. Cups with different colored liquid was passed through your hands, and you went through them quick.

The alcohol reached your head fast, and everything had become giddy and happy. You skin felt like it was on fire (in a good way), and you gravitated towards the dance floor. The music was booming, and you could feel it in your heart, the way the bass rattled your stomach was exhilarating. At one point, Ash had come by, taking your cup from your hand, and said you “Cut off”. You just rolled your eyes, and when he was out of sight, went for another one. You stumbled back and forth from the kitchen, the dance-floor, and the bathroom.

When you were going for your…way-past fifth drink, you spotted Lexi and Fez on the couch. They were in mid-conversation, talking about whatever the fuck, and looked sickeningly adorable. It made you gag. Your mouth went dry, your skin felt sweaty, and it felt like you needed to yak-up your intestines. You made a straight beeline for the garden, almost hitting the sliding door in your drunken stupor.

“Yo, Y/N you ok?” Fez turned from his position on the couch as he watched you fly by. He stood up quickly as soon as he saw you hunched over on your hands and knees, throwing up on a couple of bushes. He bit his bottom lip, before excusing himself from Lexi.

He came up behind you, and in one swift motion held up your hair, and patted your back.

“It’s ok, get it all out ma’.” He soothed, his hand making circular motions on your back. Tears pricked your eyes as you spilled out the contents of your stomach, until there was none. You dry heaved a bit, before falling back on your heels. You looked up at Fez, and tears filled your eyes.

You were always an emotional drunk. Fuck.

Before they spilled you wiped at them with your wrist.

“Hey, you ok?” Fez knelt besides you, squatting.

You frowned, and your heart felt like it was in your throat, your face felt hot and dry, your head was pounding, and as soon as you could feel the beginning of tears form in your eyes, you let the waterworks break.

Tears spilled down your face in fast waves and tried to wipe at them. “I’m sorry,” You kept whispering over and over again, not daring to look Fez in the eye.

“What are you sorry for ma’, what are you cryin’ about?”

You took in a shaky breath.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Fez looked confused.

“I’m in love with you Fez,” You started as new wave of tears slipped down your face. “And I don’t know how to deal with it because the stuff we do-“ you motioned to the space in between you two. “-Isn’t normal friend stuff Fez, and-“ You hiccupped, you were quickly becoming a blubbery mess, a hot blubbery mess. “And everytime you do something I think finally you see me how I see you, but I realized I was wrong, you just see me as me, like a sister or something.” You took in another shaky breath. “And I get it, I really do, I’m not Lexi or anything.” You said, motioning towards the house. You rubbed at your eyes, you were sure you had ruined your makeup and probably looked like a mess. But, before Fez could say anything else, you dived for the bushes, throwing up once more.

He was silent as he held your hair back. “Come’on, les get you home.” He murmured, before helping you up. Your head was spinning, and you gripped his arm tighter. You nodded absent mindedly. Your vision was blurry, and you just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Fez motioned to Ashtray, who stopped what he was doing (most likely business), and came over.

“Get her in the car, open the window, and make sure she doesn’t yak up on the seats. Ok? Get Rue, tell her we’re heading out as soon as I’m done.” Ashtray gagged as he took over and lead you over to the car.

“You smell like a sweaty liquor store”

You chuckled dryly, “Thanks Ash. That’s so sweet of you”

In the car, you lulled in and out of sleep as you waited for Fez to be done. Rue was beside you in the passenger seat and you fell onto her shoulder.

“I’m taking a quick nap,” You announced to no one in particular. Then, sleep took you.

The next morning you woke up to your head pounding. It felt like hammer was repeatedly hitting you, but from the inside of the school. The blinds were closed, and you squinted at the rays of sun that were coming in. It took you a moment to realize where you were.

Fez’s bed.

Of course. Even when you were drunk off your ass, and had confessed to him how you were so in love with him while crying your eyes out, Fez had still taken care of you. On the floor next to you, there was a bowl and a half empty cup of water, and a bottle of aspirin. You groaned as you covered your face with your hands, your embarrassing drunk confession resurfacing in your memory. Maybe you could tell him you blacked out, and ignore it.

“Fuck” You whispered. You turned your head, and found the bed was empty. You looked around for your phone and found it charged on the bedside table. You also saw your outfit from the night before neatly folded on the floor, and realized you were wearing Fez’s pjs.

Double Fuck.

The creak of the door drew your attention, and you saw Fez open it. He was cautious with his movements, and instead of fully coming into the bedroom, he lingered by the door frame.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi” you muttered weakly. You turned yourself on your side, so your back was facing him. The duvet partially covered your face, and you just wanted to burrow in the mattress. The room was quiet, and you heard the shuffle of slippers and then felt the mattress dipped.

The duvet was pulled away from your face, Fez’s fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, and you groaned into the pillow.

“You look like shit.” Fez muttered, you breathed through your nose, and pushed his face away.

“Shut up” You muttered into the pillow, trying to pull the duvet over your face once more, but he caught it with his left hand.

“So we gon’ talk about last night?” Fez asked, trying to coax you out of bed. You shook your head. “No, I’m good”

“Y/N, you goofy.” He said, pushing your shoulder lightly. “You really don’t think I feel the same way about you?”

Your heart basically stopped, and you propped your self up on your elbows, and looked at Fez with an incredulous look. “Shit man,” Fez rubbed the back of his head. “You’re like the coolest chick I know, I like you because you are you, you’re like no one else. Not Lexi, not Faye or whatever.” He reached for your hand and squeezed it. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

“Fez” You breathed.

“Damn ma’ got me acting all soft and shit.” He muttered under his breath. You lightly punched him in the arm and rolled your eyes.

"You've always been soft around me Fez," You murmured.

He shift closer to you, and his hands found your shoulders. His face inched slowly to yours, his hands moving from your shoulders to your neck, and finally cupping your face.

His eyes went from your lips to your eyes, and he licked his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded. He slowly placed his lips against yours, slowly moving his mouth in a gentle kiss. Your hand found his neck, and you gently scraped the base of scalp.

Gingerly, he pulled away. You were blushing hard, and your hands immediately went to cover your face. Fez chuckled.

“I am way too hungover for this Fez,” You laughed, swatting him away, but he caught both of your hands and pulled you into him.

“Then let’s get some food in you,” He murmured, and you felt it reverberate through his chest, and you nodded fervently.

“Yes pleaseee.”

He pulled you up from the bed, and helped you get up. Leading you out of the bedroom, and directed you to the kitchen.

“So you guys are fuckin!” Ashtray said from the living room, and you and Fez busted out in a fit of giggles.

“Shut up man,” Fez said, before planting a kiss to your temple.

#fezco fluff #fezco imagine #x reader #imagines #fezco x reader #fezco x you #fezco euphoria #fez x y/n #fez fic #euphoria hbo #fluff #angst

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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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Hellooo! Could I get a fezco imagine where the reader acts distanced from him after the Nate incident, and then finally breakdowns down and tells him that she witnessed some domestic violence while growing up (no need to be descriptive), so she needs his word that he would never do anything similar to her because she couldn’t bear the trauma again, to which Fezco reassures her and comforts her?

Hi!!!

Thank you for this great prompt! I will add to my list of requests i'm working through! Ty and hope you are doing well <3 <3

#fezco x you #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #x reader

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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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Post Schedule <3/Genre Update

Hi guys! I thought I'd give a little update on my upcoming post schedule, and what I'm currently working on.

Thank you for ALL THE LOVE! On my Fezco fics, it really keeps me going! <3 And hello to all my new followers.

All right, here it is:

--Scheduling--

Requests: I'm currently working on two requests, one should come out in the upcoming days. You can expect it either Saturday, Sunday, or Monday. I love requests because it really gives me material and ideas that I don't often do, so its super fun!

Fics: I will be posting an independent Fezco fic after the new episode on Sunday, as it gives me new ideas/content to work with. Additionally, would you guys like to see me write for any other euphoria characters?

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Onto other things, I'd like to update the list of Genres, and Shows I write for! I've had this account for a looong time, and I have grown as a person and writer, and want to expand into different genres.

What Genres I am comfortable writing:

-Angst (who doesn't love some good angst)

-Fluff

-Violence (usually canon typical violence, just no heavy Gore, I get a little queasy)

-Suggestive themes: I do not write smut, but I will write implied smut, or include suggestive themes in my writing.

Who I write for:

Note: If you wanna request a character you can't find a fic for, send me a request and I'll write it! I'm always looking for new media to consume, and I don't mind putting in the effort for some character research).

Movies/Cinematic Universes:

-MCU (Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson etc.)

-Star Wars (Poe Dameron (my fave <3), Anakin Skywalker, The Mandalorian (also my fave <3) etc.)

Series:

-Euphoria (Fezco (obvi <3), etc.)

-Daredevil (Matt Murdock (HELLOOOO), etc.)

-The Mandalorian (Hey <3)

-Shadow and Bone (the Netflix Version)

-Six of Crows (the Netflix Version)

Book Series:

-Harry Potter (Weasley Twins, etc)

-Shadow and Bone (The Book Series) (Nikolaiiii <3 my love,)

-Six of Crows (The Book Series)

Sorry this post is a bit long! Thanks for being here <3

-Bean

#x reader #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #avengers imagine #imagines #star wars imagine #reader insert #gender neutral reader #female reader #gn reader #fem reader #fezco x you #star wars #harry potter fandom #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #marvel x reader #marvelimagines

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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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hi bean! i loved break up, make-up, whatever. would you ever write a part 2? also since you said you don’t get angst that much, may i request another breakup/angst fic where the reader and fezco have been dating some time now and he breaks up with her because he doesn’t want her involved in his shit but when he sees her with her ex he gets jealous like jealous jealous and they get into a fight? the line “ you don’t deserve to be jealous you broke up with me” is playing in my head rn. thank you!!

Hi!!! Thank you so much for the Break-Up,Make-up, Whatever love!! And omg.. yes.. this sounds so... angsty!! ALSO that line UGH! Love it sm!!! Tysm <3!! This is will be out soon!

As for a part 2... I could potentially see myself writing one we'll just have to see!!

#fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #reader insert #x reader #imagines #fezco x you #fezco fluff #fezco x y/n #fezco imagine

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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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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.

#fezco x you #x reader #imagines #fezco x reader #reader insert #fezco euphoria #female reader #fezco fluff #fezco fic #fezco #fez euphoria #x reader insert #euphoria imagines #fezco imagine #fez imagine #fez x reader

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could you please do a fez x reader of the reader always liking fez but never saying anything because she just thought he would never like her and wasn’t his type. he looked at her like a sister.. she goes to the new year’s eve party and is sitting at the couch and listens & watches to fez and lexie interact and it all gets upset and cries.. and you can decide what to do with rest?? I love angst😭🥴

Yes omg i LOVE this idea, possibly unrequited love is one of my favorite tropes 🥰🥰!!! And ANGST! Omg i don’t get to do angst a lot so this’ll be great 😫😫😫tysm :D

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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

ummm... YES! Of course, this is such a great idea, and.. i already have an idea for the ending(s?) *cough cough*

Tysm for this request babes :D. I'll get started on it!

#fezco x you #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria

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spideeysense · 3 years ago

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Thank you for all the love for my Fezco Fic

Thank you guys for loving my Fez fic!!! almost 400 notes is crazy!! Thank you <3 also Welcome new followers!!! Hello!

(Edit: Crying because now its at 522 notes tysm yall Edit #2: 600 notes I LOVE YALL SO MUCH!)

On another note, I have another Fez fic coming soon to you this week, which will most likely come after the new episode :D. I do have a quick question, would you guys prefer my fic to loosely follow the main storyline (Like in Calm Before The Storm), or would you prefer fics that don't follow the main storyline (or both!).

Also, my requests are open! So feel free to drop some (Fez requests are welcomed <3).

#star wars imagine #imagines #avengers imagine #x reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader

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The Calm Before The Storm. Fezco x Reader.

A/N: Hello all! With the new season of Euphoria coming out, I decided to write for my favorite character (been a Fez lover from day 1), and write for Fezco! This was just a short drabble I came up with. Let me know what you think! Should I write more Fez content? (He's so sweet in this gif) (edit: OK awk, just realized the GIF didn't work, IDK how to fix that :P)

Warnings: Fluff! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 S2 of EUPHORIA!

Word Count: 393

Desc: After the events at the New Year's party, Fez comes home, and all he wants to do is lay with you.

The mattress dipped, and you felt Fez lay down onto his side, and roll over on his back. He sighed heavily. He had slipped on a grey t-shirt, abandoning his bloody white one on the floor. Fez was still facing away from you, and you slipped a lazy hand under the t-shirt, and slowly moved your hand back and forth.

“How was the New Year’s party?” You whispered; your eyes still closed. You had opted to stay behind, instead going to visit your parents and spend the evening with them. Fez hummed in response. Something had happened, you could tell. However, you decided to not ask about it, Fez would tell you eventually.

“I still didn’t get my New Year’s kiss.” Fez murmured, and you could tell he was smiling. You felt him turn around, and you opened your eyes. His face was inches from yours, a small smile playing on his lips. Your fingers caressed his face slowly, connecting the dots between his freckles. His eyelids closed slowly, as you traced his eyebrows. Gingerly, your fingers met his hairline, and you traced over the fuzz, going down to the nape of his neck. He sighed contently.

“Did you, now?” Fez nodded slowly, his steely eyes meeting yours. “I think I can fix that.” You said with a coy smile.

Your lips met his, in a slow movement. The kiss was soft and gentle, and you smiled against his lips. Sooner than he’d like, you pulled away.

“Happy New Year’s baby.” You whispered, and you both spent a moment staring at each other, basking in the silence.

A yawn overcame and you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

“Sorry ma’, didn’t mean to wake ya’” Fez muttered softly.

“No it’s ok,” You shook your head. He watched as you closed your eyes, and turned over, so your back was facing him. You pushed yourself into his chest, so he was spooning you. Fez caressed your shoulder, and dragged his hand all the way to your hip, where he let it stay. He kissed the back of your neck.

“Love you,” He whispered.

You hummed in response. “Love you too Fez”.

He rested his chin on your shoulder. He could smell remnants of your perfume mixing with the scent of laundry detergent and weed. The events of the New Years party replayed in his mind, his heart beating like crazy in his chest.

Tomorrow, he would deal with it. Tonight, he allowed himself to not be weighed down by it, and drift off.

#fezco x you #fezco x reader #x reader #imagines #euphoria season 2 #euphoria imagine #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria

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A rocky confession. College!Peter Parker x College! Reader.

A/N: Hello! I hope you all had a wonderful start to the 2022 new year! This is a little something I wrote during class today (oops). I hope you all enjoy it!! As always, my requests are open! THERE ARE NO SPOILERS FOR NWH! Feedback is always appreciated. <3 Desc: After a drunken kiss, you and Peter start a secret relationship. Tiptoeing around your closest friends has been difficult, but worth it. A trip to the Catskills risks exposing your secret, but it might also bring you closer together.

Warnings: Some suggestive phrasing, but other than that fluff! Wordcount: 1.3+k

The sunlight streamed into the living room, bathing it in a soft morning glow. You nursed a bowl of oatmeal, your tired eyes watching through the window, as the nature outside woke up. A blue butterfly fluttering across the grass. A family of birds flying up and down, weaving through the trees.

You, MJ, Ned, and Peter, and a couple other friends (who would arrive later), had all decided to rent an Airbnb up in the Catskills during Spring break. All of you were in your second year of college, and it felt like a well-deserved break.

Behind you, you heard the stairs creak and you turned around, it was Peter. He was clambering down the stairs, pajama pants hung low on his waist, and he was pulling on a grey t-shirt. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every which way. When he saw you, he gave you a soft smile, and came towards you. You placed the bowl of oatmeal on the counter, as he came to embrace you.

“G’mornin”, Peter murmured, his voice scratchy and thick with sleep.

“Mornin’” you said softly. He pulled away, still standing between your legs, his hands on your thighs. Peter kissed your forehead gently. “How did you sleep?” He asked.

“Good, MJ is a quiet sleeper, what about you?” You quirked an eyebrow, knowing Ned was a snorer.

Peter rolled his eyes, and chuckled. “Good thing I brought the earplugs.” He quipped.

You and Peter shared a laugh.

His hand found the string of the sweatshirt you were wearing.

“Is this my sweatshirt?” It was a maroon, MIT sweatshirt.

You looked down, feigned surprise. “Oh is it? I didn’t realize” You said sarcastically.

Peter hummed and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Yeah sure,” he murmured. You giggle as he continued his soft attack on your neck. “Stop, that tickles” You said, your hands toying with his hair.

“Hmm? Really, normally, you like this,” He muttered knowingly, as he pulled away, his eyes boring into yours.

“Yeah well, you normally shave.” You quipped back, your hand caressing his slightly stubbly cheek. Peter rolled his eyes. “Hey, I’m going for a new look.” He playfully pushed your shoulder.

You shook your head and slid off the counter chair. “You want some coffee? Breakfast?” You pulled down a mug from the cabinet and motioned it towards him.

Peter looked at you from across the kitchen. “I was thinking, you, me and-“

“Hey guys,” MJ said from the stairs. You almost dropped the mug in shock. Both you and Peter turned towards the staircase, looking guilty as hell.

It was quiet for a moment. Peter cleared his throat and started fumbling with his words.

“Hey MJ, Coffee? Breakfast?” You asked smoothly, covering up the awkward tension. She eyed you both suspiciously, her eyes scanning the sweatshirt.

“Coffee please,” You poured out some of the warm, brown liquid, and handed it to her. You eyed Peter out of the corner of your eye. He looked nervous and shifted awkwardly on his feet.

It’s not like you didn’t want the others to know about you and Peter. It’s something that happened kind of out of nowhere. A build up of tension, fleeting looks and touches, until finally, it had culminated in a confession and drunk kiss in the bathroom of a Frat party. A moment after that, you didn’t know what you were. Friends with Benefits? A Couple? Sure, you had slept together, but you had also done more. You had gone out on dates, studied together, you spent the night at Peter’s more times than you can count. On your birthday, after you had celebrated with MJ, Ned, and a couple other friends, Peter had taken you out to a nice restaurant, given you flowers, and a dainty gold bracelet, one you wore almost every day. It was odd. But neither of you had built up the courage to bring it up and have a conversation on your exclusivity.

Maybe it was because you were scared, scared that if you became a couple, you’d break up at one point. And keeping your relationship, label free, made it easier that way. You weren’t a couple, so you wouldn’t have a big, dramatic, life changing break up, rather, you would simply drift apart, but remain friends. That, to you, seemed less painful.

“Thanks,” MJ’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. Peter had disappeared, and you assumed he went upstairs to shower. You turned around and fiddled with the dishes in the sink.

You could feel MJ observing you from behind. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“Thanks,” You said plainly.

“Is it new? It looks really familiar though,”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “Yeah,” you lied.

“Hm, interesting choice,” She said simply. It was quiet again.

“You know if Peter is dating anyone?” The bowl in your hand slipped and fell into the sink.

You turned around. “Erm, no, not that I know of,” You wiped your hands on the towels.

MJ hummed, “oh good, cause I’m pretty sure Rachel really likes him.” You looked at her and shot your eyebrows up. “Oh, interesting.” Your heart started to panic, and flip flop in place. Rachel was going to be arriving tonight.

“I did not know that,” You said with some difficulty. MJ eyed you, a knowing look in her eye. You look at her, exasperated. “MJ…”

“Come on, Y/N.” She smiled, you gotta tell me!” She pleaded. You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing happening between us.”

MJ bounded over to you. “Come onnnn” she dragged. “You guys haven’t been very secretive you know?” She quirked a brow. Your head shot in her direction, a surprised expression on your face. “You know? How?”

“HA! And so, the truth comes out.” MJ laughs and claps her hands together. You instantly regretted speaking, as you realized you had been caught in her trap.

“How long ago?” She asked. You shrugged. “Not sure, it just sort of happened.”

MJ nodded, an mischievous glint in her eye. “Good to know, now I can tell Rachel, Peter is off the table.” You groaned. “MJ, Peter and I haven’t even had that conversation.”

She looked at you with a deadpan expression. “Really? You guys are almost 21, and you haven’t even had this conversation?” You shook your head. “I don’t know, I’m just scared, what if we break up?”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Ugh, and drifting apart is any better? That’s awkward as hell. You need to do it. Today.”

You looked down. MJ was right, and you knew it.

“Fine” you sighed. MJ clapped you on your back. “Good luck comrade.��

The day had passed into afternoon and slipped into evening. The sun hung low in the sky, painting it an array of oranges, yellows, and reds. The others had arrived and settled, and you had spent the whole day showing them around and exploring outside.

On the hike back to the cabin, Peter had fallen into cadence next you. His hand occasionally brushing against yours, and conversation flowed easily between the two. Not once, had you seen Rachel make a move, give a look, or even suggestion to Peter. You had concluded that MJ had lied, just to get you to confess.

At one point he stopped you, letting the others get ahead, and disappear around the bend.

“Here look what I found,” He pressed a rock into your hand. You looked down, it was a round greyish, blueish rock, with a smooth surface that sparkled in the sun. It was warm in your hand, and you turned it around in your palm. Scribbled on the back, was a short message, written in black ink.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your eyes went wide, and you looked up at Peter.

“Really?” You gaped; you searched his eyes frantically, a nervous laugh escaping past your lips. Peter nodded with a coy smile. “Yeah, I mean if you want, we don’t have too but-“He murmured rapidly.

You cut him off with a kiss. He reciprocated gladly and pulled you in by your waist.

Peter pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Your noses bumped each other.

“Yes, you idiot.” You muttered. "Also, that was cheesy as hell"

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #marvel x reader #marvelimagines #mcu imagines #x reader #mcu phase 4 #spiderman x reader

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