#ashtray o’neill

[wholesome-holland]

euphoria masterlist!

emily’s navigation rules for requesting

rue bennett

to be added!

fezco o’neill

look whose got a torch

mini me (lwgat part two)

empty house

ashtray o’neill (platonic only!)

nightmares

mini me (lwgat part two)

maddy perez

lovesick

karma’s a bitch

cassie howard

permanent mistakes

clingy

lexi howard

to be added!

kat hernandez

to be added!

jules vaughn

to be added!

nate jacobs

to be added!

ethan daley

to be added!

faye

to be added!

elliot

to be added!

gia bennett (platonic only!)

to be added!

[scarliefrancis]

Do they know I was grown with you? If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you.

Stay with me, my blood.

[oopsgracie]

leaving and learning

just a little something i found in my drafts after rewatching euphoria, i miss them so bad. might make it into something bigger if i can find the inspiration but as always you can send me suggestions :)

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"Ashtray O'Neill, if I have to drag you back here myself don't believe I won't for a second." He's stopped in the doorway, deciding whether to turn around and face her wrath or run, and risk her disappointment later. The late summer sun is bleeding through the window and spilling across the kitchen table that she's stood by. It catches her hair too, setting it ablaze in streams of red and gold and as much as it looks like a halo, she sure as hell ain't acting like no angel.

"You better listen to her bruh, she's mad scary for real." Fez sits on the worktop blinking slowly between them, trying not to laugh. "Ain't that right ma?" In his warmth she softens, it's the first and only time Lexi's resolve dwindles that day.

"I ain't coming back nowhere if you gonna get all fucking disgusting like that." He felt suddenly like they were trying to parent him— a foreign concept. Even at seventeen she was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of overbearing, obsessively outgoing optimism, and someone he regretfully found himself turning soft for, try as he might to wall her out, which was the first and only time he needed to learn that there were more ways than one to love Lexi Howard.

"It's not disgusting. What's disgusting is your spelling. Now sit." She doesn't ever raise her voice, it just sharpens into something surprisingly threatening. Fez watches with an open mouth.

For the first time in his life, Ashtray listens.

After she's explained how to do one, been through two with him and offered up a pencil he's more than well versed in the fundamental principles and purpose of the crossword, just struggling to put it into practice. Lexi sits patiently beside him, embodying encouragement, pointing out mistakes he's made and quietly showing him how to fix them, grinning like an idiot when he does it himself even when she's anything but.

He doesn't say anything this time when Fez comes up behind her and tucks his head into the crook of her shoulder, hiding a smile. They deserve this much, to share afternoons together while they can. It's so rare they indulge themselves in this little domestic dream she's constructed— it feels a lot like playing house when she stays for the odd weekend, blissful and naive and ultimately... all pretend. But such a comfort they act like it won't eventually be quashed by the fetters of reality come Monday morning when she leaves for school. So who's to tell them they can't have that? Their little corner of the universe to share, however briefly? Not Ashtray.

Even so, she pretends not to notice for his sake, beaming with pride that's contagious as he fills in the final letter.

Correctly.

It's nothing really, but she makes him feel like it matters.

Which is why he does it again the next day, a little faster this time. And again after that the next morning. He finds himself spelling when she's at school, he finds himself spelling when she's gone. It's the only semblance of routine he maintains and a reminder. Of what he isn't quite sure, only that it feels like warmth and that summer sunlight falling on his face again— everything about it is simply, undoubtedly Lexi and serves as a comfort in her absence, a certain kind of motivation to be better.

He thinks that might be what a lesson is.

[iamnotathornbird]

bring back season three of euphoria as a graphic novel + accompanying soundtrack by labrinth feat. zendaya (w/ dominic fike?).

give fexi the happy ending they deserve (rip angus cloud). retcon ashtray's death because 😢. or maybe don't. idk.

get rid of nate jacobs because 🤮. send cal to jail. mention the other brother and make it NBD (idk away at college somewhere?).

maybe cassie stops chasing terrible boys and turns to drugs or alcohol like her parents. maybe she struggles to get herself together.

retcon kat's awful ending. have her tell ethan that she freaked out about him getting close to her and she didn't mean to break up with him and she really doesn't have a terminal brain disorder because WTF SAM LEVINSON. give her a storyline that doesn't revolve around her weight.

i'm not a writer so idk, but anything is better than waiting around for another year+ for sam levinson to pull something out of his ass when the best he could come up with so far was a knock off of veronica mars.

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - The O’Neill’s Store

[onlyfezco]

Happy New Year, Ma - Fezco

Summary: After Fez smashes Nate’s face in, you come over to help take care of his hand.

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,330

Author’s Note: This started because I kept rewatching that scene of Fez beating Nate’s ass and I was turned on from it. Anybody else? No? Just me? Okay lol. Also, this should have been posted like January 2nd lol. My bad.

“What?”

“Let me in Ash.”

“What you doin’ here,” Ash question through the screen door. 

“I’m here to help,” you replied as you held up your mom’s first aid kit as proof.

Ashtray huffed then opened the screen door. 

“Where is he?”

Ash nodded his head in the direction for you to follow. “Kitchen.”

You made your way down the hallway already knowing your way around the O’Neil home. Once in the kitchen entryway, you saw Fez, closing the lid on a Tylenol bottle, his hand haphazardly wrapped in gauze. 

You sighed shaking your head at the sight. “Really, Fezco?”

Fez turned around to see your disappointed expression. His eyes trailed down your body to see you still in your New Year’s Eve dress, a long cream coat, heels still on, with a black bag in tow. 

“What you doing here? Go back to the party,” Fez said shaking his head, then walked pass you. 

“I’m here to clean up your hand.”

“Don’t need any help. Took care of it.”

“Like you took care of Nate,” you asked, annoyance in your voice. 

“You come over here just to tell me I messed up,” Fez asked, plopping down on the couch.

“No... seriously Fez. Let me help.”

Fez eyed you considering your offer. All he had to clean up his hand was water, soap, and gauze. “Fine.”

Relief filled your eyes, your lips turning up into a small smile. “Bathroom please.” You quickly took your coat off, dropping it on the couch before you turned, going down the hall knowing Fez would follow. You sat your mom’s first aid kit on the counter, taking out the supplies you would need. 

“Where you get all this from?”

“My mom’s cabinet. My house was only a few doors down from the party. I knew you wouldn’t have anything to take care of that,” you said, nodding your head towards his messed up hand. 

Fez put the toilet seat down then sat. You reached for his hand and began unwrapping his attempt to cover up his cuts.

His hand was bruised and still bleeding. Your face winced at the sight. “Oh Fez.”

Fez just sat there quietly not making eye contact with you. Nate deserved what he got, but he didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes. 

You noticed a tiny shard of glass still in his skin. “Did you even try to clean this up?”

“Not exactly a doctor over here.”

You rinsed his hand off in the sink then dried it off. Cleaned up the skin between the cuts with some alcohol. You put a little Neosporin on the cuts to help them heal. For just a moment, you held his hand looking at the cuts and bruises. Your thumb moving back and forth over his enact skin. 

Pulling out a bandage to began wrapping up his hand, you broke the silence. “Why’d you do it, Fez? I know Nate Jacobs is an ass and I don’t doubt he deserve it, but... why at a party in front of everyone?”

Fez was quiet for a moment. Just watching you wrap the bandage around hand and through his fingers. “Remember the raid I told you about?” You just nodded. “He tipped them off.”

Your face scrunched up, anger clouding your eyes. You didn’t question how Fez knew it was Nate. You believed him. If Fez and Ash wouldn’t have had time to flush all the drugs they had, Fez would be in jail, Ash would probably be in foster care, and their grandma sent to a home. The thought made your blood boil. You tried to put all your focus into carefully wrapping Fez’s hand. Not too tight so he could still feel his fingers, but tight enough to stop any bleeding or the bandage from falling off.

“But why at the party?”

“Rather me have pulled up to his house?”

You finished wrapping his hand then began putting up your things. “No, but... witnesses Fez. And that family has pull in this town. What’s to stop him from pressing charges?”

“He ain’t gonna do nothin’,” Fez replied confidently. 

“You don’t know that,” you said annoyed how easily he downplayed the situation. 

“Trust me, ma,” Fez said standing up, now looking down at you. “Nothin’s gonna happen. And if it does, that’s for me to worry ‘bout.”

You stared up into Fezco’s crystal blue eyes. You sucked your teeth then looked away. “Fine. Whatever.” Then you turned and zipped up your bag, completely over this night.

“I’m sorry.”

Anger turned to confusion, turning your head to face him. Your expression asking the question your lips didn’t have to say.

“For ruinin’ the start to your New Year. You should be at that party with your friends. Not here with me.”

You reached out for his good hand. “You are my friend, Fez. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

“Nah, you were suppose to be takin’ a shot or kissin’ some guy. Not watching me punch Nate in the face.”

You chuckled. “Well, I don’t drink. I see how my friends get and somebody has to be the sober one. As for the kissing part... I’m kinda lackin’ in that department.”

Fezco was staring you down making you nervous. You began to drop his hand and look away, but he quickly picked it back up, lacing your fingers between his. You glanced down at your interlaced fingers, your cheeks growing hot. 

“That’s hard to believe,” Fez said. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you replied, “well, believe it.”

Both of you were silent just staring at one another. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest. Fez was moving in closer to you and before your brain had time to process what was happening, his lips were hovering over yours.

Fez’s voice came out softer than you’ve ever heard it before, “Can I?”

You didn’t trust your mouth to speak properly so you settled on nodding your head. Fez took the leap and closed to small gap in between you two. His hand that was holding yours let go and came up to your neck, his thumb gently touching your cheek. 

He was being so sweet and tender with you, but you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer to you, so now you were chest to chest. 

Fez was trying his best not to move his bandaged hand, but he couldn’t help himself. His other hand wrapped around your back, a moan leaving your lips. 

The two of you got lost in each other. You began to feel off balance a little, the two of you trying to get as close to each other as possible, you taking a step back. Then you felt your back hit the sink counter. Fezco yelped in pain, taking a step away from you, his hands leaving your body. 

Your hands shot up to your mouth, covering your lips. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over feeling guilty for his hand getting smashed between your backside and the hard counter top. 

“Nah,” Fez replied holding his hand tight to his chest. “Ain’t your fault.” His hand stung, the skin not under the bandage turning red. 

You grimaced at his hand making Fez feel bad that you were feeling bad because of him. 

“Hey,” he said catching your attention dropping his hand so you wouldn’t stare at it feeling guilty. Once you made eye contact with him, Fezco continued. “Happy New Year, ma.”

You smiled up at the ginger, your heart filling with joy. “Happy New Year, Fezco.” You watched the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile, his cheeks turning a light shade of red before you spoke again. “Let’s go put some ice on that hand of yours,” you said sweetly feeling bad for the extra pain he was in now. You grabbed his good hand then led him out the bathroom. 

[saintsir4n]

THE WEDDING

❝So darlin', darlin' stand, by me.❞

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NEILL

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THE WEDDING:

Aurelia Marchetti was walked down the aisle by her grandfather Luca Marchetti.

The ceremony was intimate, although she invited an extra 100 people just to show off, her future husband didn't have much of a problem with the number of guests, however, they both knew someone was missing.

Although Ashtray was alive, he couldn't attend the wedding, due to the number of eyes that were on the event, so they couldn't risk the 14-year-old's arrest.

Fezco wished his brother was there to be his best man, however, Gia was on facetime with him the entire time, making sure he saw everything.

Mckay was one of the groomsmen, along with some of Fezco's friends.

The wedding was in June, two months after Rory's 20th birthday and a couple of days after Fezco's 22nd birthday.

They had chosen a grand park to wed, it was decorated with bright white lights, which hung from the trees that surrounded the guests.

Basically like a twilight vibe...but without the supernaturals.

Wooden planks were placed over the forest floor, to create an aisle that the bride and bridesmaids could walk down.

Oakwood Chiavari chairs were sitting in perfect harmony on either side of the aisle, white doves flew across the sky, contrasting the black roses that were attached to each scrub and bush.

The alter held so much love, it was catching, some might say it was spreading through the light breeze that blew through the air.

The sun slowly set as the wedding started, it spread an orange hue throughout the event, rays spread and trailed over each chair, tree and guest, illuminating each joyful face that they could reach out and touch.

The soft tunes of a harp sung 'stand by me', which played throughout the venue.

Maddy was appointed the maid of honour, Gia, Rue, Kat were bridesmaids, Lexi and Faye wanted to be in charge of the wedding, so they didn't accept the offer to be bridesmaids.

The duo needed everything to be perfect, surprisingly Rory was calm when it came to planning, mainly because her fiancé always whisked her off in secret, distracting her from her bridely duties.

During the planning time, Faye and Lexi had discovered their feelings toward one another, so planning a wedding did help with their inevitable union.

2-year-old Alonzo happily accepted his role as ring bearer because he wanted attention from the guests as well as his parents, despite always getting it.

Everyone adored the concentrated look on his face when he approached the couple, he wanted to be the perfect son.

He wore a similar black 3 piece suit to his father, he walked down the aisle with Woody, who was no longer a puppy and was 4 years old.

The brown labrador was on his best behaviour, he kept his barking to a minimum so he wouldn't ruin the day.

When Luca walked his little girl down the aisle, he was apprehensive about giving her away, but he knew she was in good hands.

He had to force back his tears, knowing that she would cry if she saw them.

However Fezco cried when he saw his future wife, her white rosed embroidered lace dress flowed out and would've swept the forest floor, if it wasn't for her bridesmaids, who followed her and held up the tail of her dress whilst carrying black roses, which were also decorated around the ceremony.

Two cornrows sat at the top of Rory's head, gold cuffs clung to them, whilst her natural curls fell below her bust. Her engagement bracelet sat comfortably on her left wrist along with the Dior bracelet that matched Maddy's.

Both she and Fezco wore their matching chains.

The bridesmaids wore lilac dresses that catered to their body shape, Kat's had sleeves and stopped at her thighs, Rue had straps, however, hers stopped at her ankles, similar to Gia's who wore a mid-length dress.

Maddy's stood out and caught the eyes of many onlookers, including a certain Jones boy. Her dress was violet, complimenting her tanned skin, the sleeves hung off her shoulders and she had a slit that showed off one of her legs.

The bride and groom struggled to get their vows, the temptation to kiss one another was too strong and of course, the beautiful words that were spoken, caused tears to escape their eyes as well as their friends and family.

"Aurelia, my Lia, you and our son are everything to me, I think of you from the moment I wake up, to the moment I fall asleep, your face stays with me in my dreams and you always help me escape from my nightmares.

I don't think I could ever imagine a world without you, I don't wanna fuckin' do that... my bad, let me not curse in front of a priest."

"I promise that you can always rely on me, trust me and love me because I'm with you until the end of the line baby,"

Fezco knew his vows would never match Rory's but he had to try, he meant every syllable, vow and word.

Ashtray helped him write them, knowing that his brother would probably write something inappropriate and since his nephew was present he didn't want anything bad to be said.

"Fezzy, I'm so grateful for you coming into my life, you instantly made me smile, laugh and fall in love with you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met my little brother and we would never of had Lonzo."

"I can't wait to finally be your wife even though we've basically been married for 4 years already. Baby trust you with my life, my soul and my body...definitely my body, yikes sorry father."

"You're my soulmate, in more ways than one. I love you, I always have and I always will Fezco."

People laughed and struggled to hold back their tears during their vows.

When Alonzo gave his parents their rings and made his way back to his godparents, the new married couple shared a passionate and sensual kiss.

They almost forgot that they were in public until the guest began to cheer, clap and whoop in celebration.

"I love you, Fezzy."

"I love you, Lia."

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THE RECEPTION:

The night had moved fully over the Marchetti household, the mansion was packed. The wedding guests partied in the main areas of the house, the dining room was converted into a giant hall for the day.

The living room and the kitchen were also occupied by many guests, Rory danced with many of her friends, including her 2-year-old son, who eventually went on to dance with many of the female guests.

Alonzo loved the attention he received, being the centre of attention was his goal for the day, despite knowing that it should be on his parents.

He might've only been a toddler but he was aware of the importance of the day, but he didn't care, all he wanted to do was play with the animals that were in the garden, as Luca made sure to have a mini petting zoo for the child.

Fezco watched from afar with a smile as his wife conversed with Gia and her other bridesmaids, discussing their future weddings.

Although the reception was only supposed to contain the guest that they had invited, some neighbours decided to turn up, and since the new married couple were in great spirits, they let them attend.

'90s R&B played throughout the home, Rory had never felt happier.

Although she wished that Ashtray was here, he was practically on the phone with his girlfriend the entire night, so he was there both virtually and in spirit.

"You did a great job, today son," Luca approached the groom with a smile, and two glasses of Hennessy, giving one to the groom, who happily accepted it.

The Marchetti patriarch had just recently talked to Ali about endorsing the recovering addicts, sponsorship programme.

The two men had talked about how Ali wanted to inspire more hope into the minds of people who suffered from substance abuse and felt like they had no one who could or wanted to help them.

Luca made sure to set aside more time in his week so they could continue their discussion.

"Thank you," Fezco glanced at him with a grateful smile, he was no longer wearing his blazer, despite the sun setting, the temperature rose. the two men were standing outside in the garden, the 22-year-old, wanted to make sure that his son wasn't getting up to no good, luckily he had some of his godparents with him, along with a couple of the neighbour's kids. "Today has been crazy, but like a good kind of crazy,"

Luca nodded and clung to every word that his grandson in law spoke, "yeah just don't mess my little girl, kid, you know I have guns," they both started to laugh.

"Yeah I know you do, and I won't mess with Lia," Fezco grinned and shook his head, "my grandma would've loved you, man," he wished that she was here with him, but he knew that she was looking down or up from wherever she was spending the afterlife, "even with some of the shit you say, it's crazy how similar you guys are."

"Was she hot?"

"Imma pretend like you didn't ask that."

"My bad," Luca cringed and suppressed a chuckle, "but you know I'm kind of dating someone." he took a sip of his drink.

"What happened to the nurse you were seeing?" Fezco questioned, keeping his eyes on his son, who giggled and ran around the garden, as he was chased by some of the kids.

Luca shrugged, "she was a nice woman, but she was way too clingy." the 65 year old, tended to lose interest in people who he spent too much time with, it wasn't intentional, it just happened.

He was still friends with Nurse Vanessa, he even occasionally visited her during the night, but that was where their relationship cut off.

Fezco snickered, "Aint that a good thing sometimes?" he took a sip of his drink, he didn't want to drink too much as he wanted to remember the day.

He didn't really want Rory to drink, because he had plans for their honeymoon. He needed her to be in the right state of mind when they started their activities.

She only started drinking again because Alonzo had recently stopped breastfeeding.

"No." Luca scoffed and downed the rest of his drink, he already scoped out a recently divorced mother, who was his neighbour; Ciara Jones, who he talked to quite a lot.

Ciara reminded him a lot of Angela Bassett, and boy did everyone know he had a crush on her. The famous actress was someone he wanted to meet, despite her having a husband, he still wanted to marry her.

"Lia's clingy," Fezco commented, he loved that she was clingy, it gave him some sort of reassurance.

He always reciprocated the attention she gave him and now that they had already expanded their family, he gave it to his baby boy as well.

"Yeah because she's a demented child." the two men snickered at Luca's words.

Fezco nodded in agreement, "Word."

"You're not supposed to agree," Luca flicked his grandson in-laws ear, who hissed at the contact, "she's my granddaughter."

"She's my wife," Fezco said with a smug smile.

"Touché kid, touché."

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Rory had changed out of her wedding dress and was now wearing her evening dress, the cream colour complimented her skin, and the satin dress ended below her calves.

She loved the thin straps that held it up.

Of course, Maddy and Kat picked it out at the wedding shop, knowing Fezco wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of her, which he didn't.

The groom was currently sitting with Suze Howard and Ethan, the three were talking about the new show that he and Lexi wanted to produce.

Rory did invite Cassie to her wedding because she wanted to move on from that stage in her life and no longer held a grudge.

The oldest Howard sister couldn't attend because she was currently filming a new reality TV show, but she sent a couple of wedding gifts.

Gia, Mckay and Leslie were all giggling by the chocolate fountain, the pro football player had offered to give them free tickets for his next game, which they had happily accepted.

The McKay twins were currency being scolded by their parents, they kept on requesting inappropriate songs and annoying the DJ.

Rue was currently wearing a scowl, Jules, Faye and Lexi were all laughing at her as she attempted to trip up the 2-year-old with who she had been arguing all night.

"Rue stop trying to fight my son," Rory yelled over to the girl, Maddy had captured the moment, along with Kat and BB, most of the guests were laughing at the scene.

Rory wanted to as well, but she didn't need anyone to judge her parenting skills.

"He started it." Rue whined and pointed at the grinning 2-year-old,  "he tried taking my juice."

The oldest Bennett sister wasn't tempted by any alcohol in the room, despite being surrounded by it.

Rory checked if she was okay with alcohol being at her wedding because she didn't want her relapsing again, however, Rue said it was perfectly fine because she had been doing great for while.

At social events, she usually drank water or juice and discovered that she still had fun being completely sober.

Well, that was until a certain Marchetti toddler tried drinking her apple juice, despite having a crate of his own juice boxes.

Alonzo pouted and bowed his head,  "Papà said I can do whatever I want to, only if I can get away with it." the 2-year-old sniffled, causing everyone to look at him in adoration.

Alonzo 1 - Rue 0

The toddler managed to weave his way through the crowd and jump on his great grandfather's lap, joining in the conversation he was having with Ethan about adding more diversity to one of the shows he was starring in.

Rue threw her hands up in exacerbation and grabbed one of his juice boxes, without him seeing it and ran outside into the garden with Kat and BB in tow.

During this time, no one noticed Maddy disappearing upstairs with Elliot. The pair had been ogling each other all night, they might've been slightly intoxicated, but the attraction was blatantly obvious to anyone within a 5-mile radius.

He only grabbed her hand and pulled her away when she started to rub his thigh and play with his zipper.

"Your daddy said that huh?" Rory laughed lowly and looked at her husband who walked up to her and his arms wrapped around her waist, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, kissing up and down it, not caring for the people who saw their intimacy.

She suppressed a moan when he sucked on her soft spot, she was trying to not be aroused, but he continued to rub himself, between her cheeks.

"I can't say no to the Lil man," Fezco whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.

Luckily most of the guests paid attention to the caterers that were bringing out more food.

Lexi and Faye made sure to get food from different cultures, especially since everyone requested anything with spices and seasoning.

Rory grabbed her husband's hand and pulled him away and into a secluded hallway in the house.

She pressed him up against the wall, he stared down at her with a lopsided grin, "baby, are you really trying to turn me on in the middle of the room?" she slapped his chest when he started to pull up her dress.

She no longer had the garter wrapped around her thigh, Fezco had already torn it off her in front of the crowd of guests who cheered for the couple.

Christopher and Luca looked away because they felt like they were about to throw up the wedding cake they had previously digested.

"I want to please my wife," she squealed when he picked her up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and he rested his hands on her behind, "is that a problem ma?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Not if we're in front of a crowd."

"You're acting like we haven't had sex in your old school, this house, my place, the park that one time, a spa," his listing made her realise how they couldn't control themselves at all, "prison, the hospital, my office, our cars, that amusement park-"

"Okay okay," Rory cut him off, he laughed cheekily, "but just wait until later."

He leaned forward, his lips grasped her ear, "But I know how wet my wife is." he bit down on her lobe.

She moaned, when she felt his bulge rub against her core, "I love when you say that, say it again."

"My wife," their lips connected, "my everything, my fuckin' world." he pressed her against the wall, trailing his lips over her breasts, leaving evidence of his love as her skin bruised.

Her chest heaved up and down, "Baby we can't start this now, wait until the honeymoon." she whined and reluctantly pushed him away, patting his chest, signalling him to place her on the ground, he complied.

Fezco frowned,  "Yes we can," she let his hands explore her body, he bunched up the satin dress, his eyes widened when he discovered that she wasn't wearing her wedding lingerie that she teased him with the whole week leading up to the special day, "wait, are you not wearing any underwear?"  his eyes darkened with lust when he saw her glistening thighs.

"Nope," she winked but pushed him away and readjusted her dress and skipped away, leaving him there as his trousers tightened around him.

"Fuckin' menace," he muttered, shaking his head, with an adoring smile as he watched her retrieving figure.  Fezco turned his head when he heard loud noises coming from the garden, "Lonny, put that goat down and stop chasing your auntie Rue." he yelled at his son who pretended not to hear him.

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FLORENCE ITALY:

"Baby I'm not having another kid for a while," Rory giggled from their hotel bed, Fezco had already taken off most of her clothes and was now kneeling on the floor, kissing up and down her thighs.

Fezco was only wearing his grey sweatpants, attempting to take off his wife's underwear.

Their honeymoon had just started.

Alonzo was staying with his godfather; Christopher, for the next couple of weeks until they returned.

The 2-year-old loved Mckay, especially because he loved playing football and swimming with the man.

Mckay couldn't wait to have children of his own.

"But why?" he whined and spread her legs more, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a feast.

Safe to say that the newlywed couple had joined the mile high club on the way to Italy.

"Because carrying Lonzo was a lot of effort and you know how bad that got," Rory had experienced preeclampsia during her pregnancy, her blood pressure was high due to stress.

Her family worried for her both her health as well as the baby.

Fezco never felt so guilty in his life, he couldn't really be there for her and was terrified that he would lose his family.

"I know ma," he stopped kissing her thighs, he stared into her brown eyes, "I'm sorry for not being there for you and Lonny." she watched pain flash through his eyes.

Rory pouted, "It's not your fault," she cupped his face, "it's no one's fault." she was just grateful she didn't experience postpartum depression.

Fezco sighed and pulled her closer, "If I didn't go inside, you wouldn't have to deal with that bullshit."

"Stop thinking about the shit we can't change." she whispered and kissed his forehead, "we're good now, I'm good now."

"I know it's just fucked up," he muttered, "it's just I want to be there for your next pregnancies," he said sadly, "I missed out on so much shit, I just wanna be there for everything."

He often worried that his son would grow up despising him for not being present in the early years of his life, due to being in prison.

He felt the need to overcompensate because he needed Alonzo to know that he will always have a father, something that Fezco had, but in the most toxic and abusive ways. 

Rory squinted her eyes at him,  "Why did you say pregnancies and not pregnancy?" his frown morphed into a smirk.

"You know I wanna have like 10 kids." he chuckled at her alarmed expression.

He always wanted to have a big family, live on the farm and be away from civilization, but he knew he had to be realistic.

Capri was close enough to his dream, he thought it was quite rural, the couple were moving to Italy in a couple of months, and the island was where Luca was born. 

"Nope."

"5 kids?" his hands moved up her thighs.

"Do you want me to say it in Italian, Spanish or French?" she scoffed and playfully pushed him back.

She watched as he lowered his head down and kissed her down her chest, sucking and nipping at her skin, "16?"

"Fuck no." she whimpered when he unclipped her bra and threw it across the bed.

"What about 4 more?" their lips met in a chaste kiss.

"You get pregnant then." she giggled at his faux offended expression.

"But I wanna give you more babies." he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge, he groaned when she started stroking his clothed length. "So many fuckin' more," he whined when she stopped her movements and leaned back on the bed.

She shrugged, "1 or 2 more."

"Bet." he reluctantly agreed, he noticed the way she looked him up and down, chewing on her lower lip,  "you know you like it when I'm on my knees for you." she allowed him to take off her thong and throw it to wherever her bra laid.

"Obviously," she grabbed the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down, "carry on." she started breathing heavily when he made eye contact with her and his breath fanned over her core.

"Whatever you say ma."

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a/n:

[thedarkestgreys]

25 fexi 💞

for you darling 🩶

cw: blood, stitches.

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“Are you sure you don’t want like, Ashtray to do this?” Lexi asks for the tenth time despite the fact that she’s already cleaning the broken skin around Fezco’s eyebrow in preparation.

Blood is drying down the side of her not-quite-boyfriends face as he sits underneath the bright lights hanging over his dining room table. A first aid kit (more like a repurposed Amazon box but whatever) sits open in his lap, the tools she’s gonna need for the task he’s entrusting her with right at the top.

“Ash’s stitches look like ass Lex,” Fez explains, for the eleventh time since he walked in the house looking like someone tried to rearrange his (in Lexi’s opinion) perfect face. “One thing to have him stitch up my arm, ‘nother when it’s my face, you feel me? There’s no one who can do this, ‘cept you shorty.”

The thought of having to push a needle through Fezco’s skin is almost enough to make Lexi’s stomach roll, but at the same time she knows enough about the business to know suggesting a trip to the ER is out of the question. Unless one of the O’Neill boys is actively dying, they aren’t overly keen on getting medical professionals involved.

“Alright,” she says softly, sucking in a deep breath in hopes to settle her nerves. Her years of helping repair costumes on shows she’s been in will finally be paying off. “I’ll do it.”

The wide smile that spreads across Fezco’s face despite the blood caked down the side and the swelling around his injured eye makes Lexi smile right back.

“That’s my girl,” Fezco responds, digging out a fresh pair of neoprene gloves and handing them over. “Just take yo’ time and be precise baby, you got this.”

[loganlostitall]

C, F, L for ask game.

A ship I have never liked and probably never will:

Oooh girl you trying to get me in trouble LOL. Every ship from my last post probably falls under this category as well, besides Rickyl and Desus because I genuinely don’t think I’ve been in this fandom long enough to say that those won’t be my favorite ships in a few years. I don’t think they’ll grow on me but I also said that Daryl would never grow on me, and the same with Negan, soooo I’m not going to make the mistake of using those words ever again LOL.

I can say for TWD though that Daryl Dixon x Leah Shaw, Negan Smith x Alpha, and.. whew… Bethyl aren’t ever gonna be something I like. You’re gonna get me killed here. But Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon is almost exactly the same age gap as Amanda and I were, and you were already my friend when that whole mess happened so I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you. (Amanda is my ex girlfriend?? who was 38 when I was 15, fun time 😀). And Daryl was I believe 41 while Beth was 18 so that’s quite literally the same number of years. 23. No ty. It doesn’t nauseate me because she’d be an adult but I do try to avoid reading it; my mutuals can talk about it though if they want for all I care. I do in fact believe that Beth had a crush on Daryl and just wouldn’t have pursued him, looked for those traits elsewhere.

Marvel forever dislikes: Tony Stark x Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff x Puerto Maximoff, Gamora x Nebula, Peter Parker x Morgan Stark (seriously, ew), Thanos x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Thor Odinson, Odin Borrson x Hela Odindottir, Freyja Freyrdottir (Frigga) x Loki Laufeyson, May Parker-Jameson x Peter Parker, Norman Osborn x Peter Parker, Otto Octavius x Peter Parker, Skip Westcott x Peter Parker!!!!!!!!, Tony Stark x Sentient Armor, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Brunnhilde x Hela Odindottir, Thor Odinson x Carol Danvers, James Howlett x Anna Marie, if I listed them all I’d be here all night

DC forever dislikes: Alfred Pennyworth x Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne x Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Lucas Fox, Barbara Gordon, or any of Batman’s sidekicks (I think you get my point by now), Jack Napier x Harleen Quinzel, Jack Napier x Clark Kent, Hal Jordan x Arisia Rrab (she’s an entire child 😐), Dick Grayson x Catalina Flores (sexual assault), there are just so many more

Shameless forever dislikes: Fiona Gallagher x literally everyone she ever dated, Debbie Gallagher x all of her exes as well, Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milkovich (she rped him guys!!! don’t forget), Lip Gallagher x Karen Jackson, Karen Jackson x Frank Gallagher, Frank Gallagher x Sammi Slott (that’s your child dude…), Ian Gallagher x Kash Karib, Ian Gallagher x Caleb Daniels, Carl Gallagher x Kassidi Gallagher (typing that made me laugh 😭), Carl Gallagher x Dominique Winslow, Carl Gallagher x Tish (she rped him as well), Liam Gallagher x Sissy (MORE rpe), please just let my babies be happy and in love

Euphoria forever dislikes: Maddie Perez x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn, Cal Jacobs x Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs x Jules Vaughn, Cassie Howard x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Fezco O’Neill, Fezco O’Neill x Ashtray

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I am still a Marvel and DC fan, so it’s gotta be those. I’ve literally been a fan since I was born.

Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Maggie Rhee does her absolute best for her son. I… don’t have much /pos commentary besides that 😭

[reecethegeek]

my gift to @selinakyls for the fexi hive gift exchange - an Instagram au where fezco and lexi are costars that are secretly dating.

tagged: @cygnetofthesea @fexisfarm @nothing-goldstays @fe-xi @lexiscloud @lesvibes @bobrossstan @littlehoward @clarabellewrites @aestheticophelia @earemoji @calculated2stagger & everybody else in the fexi discord!

[wholesome-holland]

Look Whose Got a Torch

request for: no one!

pairing: fezco x welder!fem!reader

warning: swearing, mentions of drugs, reference to sex

part two

Fezco absolutely loved everything about his girlfriend. He loved her kindness, how caring she was, how stunning she was, the way she never took no shit from anyone— everything. He could go on and on and on about it. One of his favorite things about her was her profession. Y/n was a welder. A badass MIG and TIG welder, to be exact. She had her own welder that she brought to Fez's when she moved in that is a multipurpose welder so she can do either process she pleases, and she also has a job at an actual shop. Even though welding is a male dominated field, she kicks ass at what she does and does not give a flying fuck what any man has to say about it. And Fez adores it.

When she comes home from work, a couple burns here and there, smelling of metal and sweat, he finds it so hot. Most people would find it disgusting, but something about it drives him insane in the best way. He is always so proud of her for what she does, loves hearing all about her days at the shop. He could sit and listen to how enthusiastic she is about her career forever and ever. Ashtray liked it too, he thought it was fuckin' gangster. He liked to watch her weld and see the finished product, at first he would watch from a distance outside but Y/n decided he needed his own welding shield to prevent him from, ya know, going blind. She even got a nice lil' welding jacket for when he was watching her MIG weld to prevent from burning any holes in his clothes.

     One particular day, Y/n was late getting home from work. Fez was a bit worried something had happened to her granted she was never late. Just as he went to call her a second time, he finally got a text from her, reading: come outside both of you i need help carrying shit.

     He headed outside, Ashtray following behind, and there Y/n had a trunk full of metal scraps in a variety of shapes and sizes. "Put these on," she said, tossing them each a pair of thick MIG gloves. "And pretty please help me carry these out back to the garage."

     "Why the fuck do we gotta wear gloves? I can't move my fuckin' fingers in there," Ash said, trying to get used to the stiffness of the gloves.

     "They're brand new. You gotta wear 'em, break 'em in a bit before they're more flexible. And if you don't wear 'em, you'll cut your hand and get tetanus." She explained, handing him a small stack of metal.

     "I've had my shots—"

     "Shhhh, child."

     "I don't know who you think you're callin' a fuckin' child, but it sure as hell ain't me." Ash scoffed, half chuckling as he carried it around to her section in the garage. Y/n gave Fez his own stack before carrying her own, the three of them all going stack by stack until all the metal was all back there.

     The three stood looking at all the metal next to her welder, "thank you boys!" Y/n exclaimed, kissing both their cheeks promptly. She ran back to close her trunk and lock her car, then back around to organize it all into the different containers she had set aside. Y/n was very organized when it came to her welding gear and materials, as well as the space it took up in the garage. At first, she was just gonna leave it at her mom's house but Fez insisted she brought it to her new home.

     "Come on ma, this is your home now. I want it to feel like home to ya,"

     Fez was in the entrance way of the garage smoking and watching her get all specific about which metal went where. He chuckled to himself, seeing how she cussed out her metal out for not doing what she wanted, which was pretty typical for her. He found it adorable and hilarious.

     The girl turned to see who it was, "what are you laughing at, big guy?"

     "I'm chucklin' at how funny you are, lil mama." Fez laughed as he walked towards her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips. "You know, Ash was tellin' me how excited he is 'bout all the new fuckin' metal you got, how he can watch ya weld again."

     You nodded, "oh really?" She asked, placing the last piece of metal away.

     "Yeah, he's real excited. He loves this shit," he explained, hitting his joint. "Makes me happy that he's got somethin' else to do besides drug deals and video games."

     Y/n thought to herself for a few moments, debating if she should ask what she was thinking. Due to her only having a TIG and MIG welder, she wouldn't have to worry about a fire setting or anything. The worst that could happen is a burn from the splatter of the MIG weld, or a bit of a shock if he touches the tungsten from the TIG torch while touching her metal table.

     "Would it be okay if I showed him how to weld? If he's interested in trying it?" She inquired, wanting to make sure she had his permission since Ash was his responsibility.

     Fez blew a puff of smoke as he nodded his head yes, "hell yeah that's alright. He'd fuckin' love that." Y/n was excited upon getting approval to teach the boy how to weld. She had always thought about it but wasn't sure if Fez would be down for it, for safety reasons. But he trusted she would be careful and take care of Ashtray, not that he couldn't do that himself.

     The next morning, Y/n woke up bright and early. The sun was shining, it wasn't too hot or too cold nor windy, and it was gonna be a great day teaching Ashtray a new skill that could take him far if he decides he likes it. She made a big breakfast for herself, the boys, and Faye and just as it was almost done she ran through the house to wake everyone up. Faye was excited to wake up smelling bacon, because who wouldn't be excited about that?

"Fezzy! Wake up! It's breakfast time!" Y/n exclaimed, jumping on the man and straddling his lap. The ginger quickly woke up, mumbling a quick "what the fuck". "I made breakfast, getchyo fine ass up!" She pecked his cheek, then heading to Ashtray's room.

"Wakey wakey little man," she said, shaking him. "Come onnnnnn, get up, or I'll torch your ass up." She joked as she turned his bedroom light on. Now, the boys weren't exactly happy about having to wake up so early but the food made up for it. Y/n was always the best cook in the house. The four sat at the table, enjoying the fine grub when she decided to ask Ashtray if he was down for what she had planned.

"So, Ash," she began, the boy looking up at her as he bit his piece of bacon. "How would you like it if I taught you how to weld?" That immediately sparked his interest and he sat up a bit straighter, an excited twinkle in his eye.

"Really? You're serious?" He asked, his jaw agape. "Fuck yeah! I'd fuckin' love that!"

     Y/n loved his enthusiasm. Both she and Ashtray scarfed the rest of their food down before washing and drying their hands. She suggested he changed into jeans and an old t-shirt so he wouldn't wreck his good clothes, he obliged and she got changed into her work clothes as well before heading out to the garage. Y/n opened the big door to make sure they had enough air coming through to ventilate the area before showing him how to properly wear his welding gear.

     "Okay, we're gonna start with MIG so you'll need your welding coat on. Make sure to button it all the way up," she explained. Ash did as she instructed, watching as she did as well. "I always put my welding hood on before putting the gloves on, so here take this—" she tossed him a beanie. "And put it on before putting on the hood."

     The boy put on the beanie, then grabbing the welding hood and putting that on as well, holding it up before it fell down. "How do I adjust the hood to fit? It's a little big on me,"

     Y/n walked over and twisted the knob to the left, "tell me if it's too tight."

     "That's good." The boy stated once it was a comfortable fit. Y/n grinned at him, thinking he looked adorable.

     "Next, welding gloves. Put them on with the ends of your sleeves tucked into them so they won't fall off." After making sure he did it correctly, she took a moment to throw her hair up in a bun, and putting a beanie and welding hood on.

     "Then, we're gonna turn on the welder and adjust the wire speed and voltage. I'm just gonna have you start out with a pad of beads, so we can have it on 170 for the wire speed and 17 for the voltage. It should always be close to the same, and it'll vary depending on your work piece." She adjusted the settings, instructing Ashtray how to do so and read the machine correctly before grabbing the metal clamp. "This will attach to your work space, so for us it'll be my big, metal table. If your workpiece is big enough, however, you can clamp it right to that."

     Ashtray watched in astonishment as she attached the clamp to the table. It was so simple yet so detrimental to what they were doing, he felt like he was already learning so much. Next was picking out the right metal. Y/n gave Ashtray the freedom to pick out what plate he wanted to experiment on, and picking out a bigish plate, roughlty a 3" by 6". After that, he put the plate on the table— one Y/n actually built and welded herself— and she handed the boy the mid gun.

“So, you have to hold it at a certain angle. Try to keep the end where the filler wire comes out close to the workpiece. That distance between the two is your arc length, and you want it to be tight. When you’re ready to weld, put your hood down, always make sure if someone is around you that they also have their hood down, line the nozzle up to the work piece and press on the trigger. When welding, you can either use a push or drag motion, you’ll have to learn the right speed that works for the settings to get the bead perfect. For this, don’t go too fast, let the bead get a lil’ thick in width.” Y/n explained, Ashtray listening carefully to every word. He was pretty sure he understood what she was saying, so he nodded his head downward to get his hood down.

“Ready?” He asked her, waiting for her to pull her hood down.

“Ready!” With that, he pressed down on the MIG gun trigger and started welding. Y/n was giving little pointers here and there, but he was really getting it really fast. She didn’t know what to expect, but it was almost like he had a natural talent with it. He ran a couple beads in a row before setting the MIG gun on a holder attached to the table, grabbing pliers and picking the piece up with the pliers.

“It’s hot as fuck,” he said. “How do I cool it off?”

“Over here, I have a lil’ bucket of water which I use as my quench tank. You dunk it in the water for a few seconds til it stops steaming when you pull it out of the water, then you can use an air thing to dry it off or find some other way to do it. I have an air thingy to blow the water off,” she explained, leading him to both the quench tank and air blower. He studied his welds, not sure if they were good or bad, but still amazed with himself.

“Dude, those look fuckin’ good for being your first ever time welding! I’m so proud of you, bud.” Y/n praised, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Thanks, Y/n/n.” Ash beamed, staring in awe at his work. “Can I do more?” He sheepishly asked.

“Uh, hell yeah you can! I’ll teach you how to do t-joints, lap-joints, inner and outer corner joints, open butt joints—” Ashtray snorted, cutting her off.

“Open butt joints? Really?” He raised an eyebrow at the girl.

“Oh yes, they exist. And they are hell on earth. Especially in the vertical down position, you’ll see. I’ll teach you everything, even TIG welding if you want.” Y/n offered, already so excited about all the possibilities.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fuckin’ down. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a better welder than you,” Ashtray joked, elbowing her side playfully.

“Don’t get too cocky, kid. I can still weld all your zippers closed.”

“Fair point.”

Later on, you were raving to Fezco about how good Ashtray was doing and how excited you were. “—And, he didn’t even burn himself that many times! When he did he would cuss his hand or the metal out, and keep on going. I felt like a proud mom at graduation.”

Fez laughed, passing you his joint. You took a hit, coughing slightly. “Man, the only thing that sucks is my back is killing me. Thank God I have tomorrow off.” She breathed.

“I checked on you both earlier, you make a good teacher. A fine one, too,” Fez told her. “You so gorgeous, ma. I love seeing you in yo’ work clothes. ”

“Thank you, baby. Those boot cut jeans do make my ass look good.” The girl laughed, tooting her own horn a bit.

“You goddamn right, ma. How about you let me take care of you for the night, after all that hard work you did?” Fezco offered with a large grin.

Y/n chuckled and blushed, “by “taking care of me” do you mean sex?”

Fez shrugged, “maybe, maybe not. I was thinkin’ we start with a back massage since you been carryin’ all that heavy shit and showing Ash how to use yo’ shit, and see where it goes.”

“Fez, I love you, but sometimes you are such a horn-dog.” The girl joked, scooting closer and sitting in his lap.

“How can I not be? You sexy lil’ badass.”

Needless to say, Fez showed Y/n just how sexy he thought she was that night.

okay so no one asked for this but im in school for welding and i COULDNT HELP BUT WRITE ABOUT IT LMAO but also i loved the idea of fez finding his gf being a badass so seggsy so boom here we go, i hope y’all liked this!!

[yourethecoolestpersonhere]

Ash is a nuanced character and I feel SL didn’t know how to write for that complexity in a kid ( that’ll grow and mature) it was easier to just make him irrationally violent and make fez just never address ashtray about it after the fact? Like the three times we see ash get violent, fez is just like “ oh wtf” or “cmon ash” like no

[putrid-pixie]

if i had a nickel for everytime i had to watch a javon walton character die id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice

[normreedenstein]

Anyone else notice that they show images of ashtray (like preteen ashtray) during Fezco's 'first blind spot' right after he gets hit with the crowbar? Rue's voice song he had an overwhelming fear about who would take care of ashtray. Anyway i found it interesting.

[euphoriashots]

The O’Neills house

[saintsir4n]

THE REUNION

❝Birthdays was the worst days, Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty.❞

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NEILL

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O'NEILL - MARCHETTI MANSION (ITALY):

"BUT I don't want a sister," Alonzo pouted and pretended to cry, his parents had to suppress their laughter.

Rory had recently found out she was 3 months pregnant.

Fezco was ecstatic, he had a second chance to be around for the pregnancy experience, going to prenatal yoga, swimming classes and doctor's appointments.

Their friends had already started arguing over who can be the godparents.

No one knew the gender just yet nonetheless, everyone suspected it would be a girl, due to how differently Rory was acting compared to her pregnancy with Alonzo.

Speaking of Alonzo, the toddler was running around the house in his spiderman costume, he had refused to take it off because he claimed to be very distressed by the news that he was going to be a big brother.

Fezco picked up his son, who huffed out in annoyance, "Little man, you're going to be a big brother in a couple of months," his words made Alonzo grimace and escape his grasp.

The married couple had settled on the name Francesca Salem Marchetti if the baby was a girl, Rory suggested the middle name in the memory of the Fezco's little sister who had prematurely lost her life.

Fezco cried when she told him, he knew that Ashtray would love it as well when he would find out.

Speaking of the 15-year-old, Fezco, still carried the guilt and the blame for the raid, that resulted in him, Ashtray and the SWAT officer getting shot.

It plagued his mind, both during the day and in his dreams, which resulted in him staying up at night and working so he didn't have to think of his torment.

Rory suggested that therapy would be a good solution as she had recently started going. She wanted to deal with the issues of losing her parents at such a young age and how they impacted her during her adolescence.

"I don't want you to have another baby," Alonzo shook his head and grabbed his T'challa action figure, "I don't like it," he sniffled and pointed at his mother's stomach, "get it out."

Fezco hid behind his wife, attempting to hide his laughter, "baby I can't do that," Rory spoke in a soft tone, knowing it was more effective than shouting, "you know you won't be left out when your sister is born."

Alonzo narrowed his bright eyes at his parents, trying to comprehend what his mother said, "I'm stressed so don't have another baby," Rory had no clue how he learnt the word 'stressed', he had to have been spending way too much time with Luca.

"Lonny, do you know what that means?" Fezco asked through his laughter. He knew that his son was incredibly preceptive even at his young age.

There were days when Alonzo barely spoke and just took in his surroundings, it used to worry his family, but then they realised he was trying to learn the things that surrounded him, even learn the people he was with daily.

He found out that it was easier to get his way after he learnt people's mannerisms and demeanours.

He loathed loud noises, despite being loud sometimes himself, but he meant no harm when he shouted, he was just showing his excitement and joy.

"No," the 3-year-old said proudly, causing his parents to snicker even more, "ciao," he skipped out of his playroom with his favourite toy.

"You know he gets that attitude from you," Fezco said looking down at his wife, who spun around and glared at him.

"No, he doesn't." Rory sassed, proving her husband's point,  "but don't act like you don't like my attitude."

"I love it ma," he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, "I love you," he kissed her forehead.

"Ti amo, amore," she replied with a huge smile, he mirrored her expression, "I don't know how he's gonna be when the new baby arrives," Fezco licked his lips when he looked down at her stomach, she smacked his chest, "stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" he teased and rubbed over her stomach, unfortunately, she wasn't showing yet, but he hoped she would soon.

"Like you wanna put another baby in me."

He wore a lazy smile, "I do."

She scoffed and moved away from him, "stop."

"Stop what?" he cocked his head to the side, his eyes wandered over her face,  "ma, you're glowing." he tried distracting her, but he failed because she wore a blank expression.

"You know I'm done after this baby." Rory hoped this pregnancy wasn't going to be as draining as Alonzo's.

She also hoped that there would be no issues with this baby, that her health or life, wouldn't be put at risk, as well as the baby's because she couldn't go through that pain again.

"Sure," he sheepishly smiled and continued to rub her stomach, "just be on your best behaviour for your mommy okay?" he whispered to his future child, causing Rory's heart to skip a beat.

"Yeah, just be chill like your daddy," she added.

"Say that again," Fezco's hands gravitated to her behind and squeezed.

Rory smirked and shook her head, "Nope," she gasped when she felt stinging on her cheek, "ouch," she stopped him from slapping her again, "we're not starting this shit now."

"Why?" he whined.

"I have a surprise for you," she said and his hands travelled around her body and settled on her waist.

"What kind of surprised?"

"It's PG." he looked at her curiously.

He had no clue what she could be planning, "Really?" he questioned, because nothing they ever did was child friendly, apart from parenthood of course.

"Nope but you'll see."

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FOYER:

"Ash?" Fezco gasped and stepped back from the door. His jaw was practically on the floor when he saw his brother in front of him.

The fact that his baby brother was finally here spread joy through his veins.

He couldn't believe it.

When Rory said that he had a surprise for him, he wasn't expecting this.

Ever since he had found out his brother was alive, they could only speak only a couple of times throughout the year, because they were worried about the police monitoring their calls.

Yes, they spoke for a while on the wedding day, because Ashtray was on the phone with Gia, during the whole thing, but since she was his girlfriend and they were not related, they assumed there was no issue with it.

"Well, you look like you've seen a ghost bro," Ashtray teased, shocking his brother even more. The 15-year-old's voice had dropped a couple of octaves like that was even more possible.

He had grown to 5ft10, matching Fezco's height, his build looked bulkier, suggesting that he had taken up some sort of sport whilst he was in New York with Tommy.

Fezco wasted no more time and pulled his brother in for an overdue hug, the brothers began to cry tears of joy.

For the first time in 3 years, they could be in the same proximity to one another.

The last time they were near each other, blood was clinging to both of the forms, pouring from Fezco's stomach and Ashtray's chest.

Their old apartment hallway looked like a battle, that they had no doubt lost.

Fezco assumed that he lost his brother for good, Ashtray thought the same, that he would never see the people that he loved ever again.

He didn't even get the time to say goodbye to his grandma or Gia, at that moment in time he never even told the Bennett girl that he loved her.

Although he texted Rory, he wished he could've heard her voice for the last time, but her phone went straight to voicemail.

If it wasn't for his gangster guardian angel, Tommy Egan, he would've been sent straight to a juvenile correctional facility and then be transferred to a maximum-security prison once he reached 18.

Living in New York with Tommy, along with the St Patrick's, he had formed a close bond with Tommy's godchildren; twins Tariq and Raina, and the baby, Yasmine.

Tariq had become Ashtray's best friend, while his twin might've developed a little crush on him, however, he constantly reminded her that he had a girlfriend.

"I thought I had lost you," Fezco mumbled as they pulled away, he kept his hands on his brother's face, analysing every pore and blemish.

He noticed the change in the teen's eyes, they told him more than any words that Ashtray could speak.

The 15-year-old had clearly lived several lives whilst he was away, Fezco only wished that his childhood could've been included in that.

"Nah we're a family forever bro," Ashtray chuckled and held onto his brother's hands, he noticed that Fezco had more tattoos, that were similar to his, a diamond on his hand and a black rose on his arm and several dates on his neck.

He recognised his grandmother's birthday, causing his body to tense, he wished that he was there to say goodbye to his mother figure or even see her one last time before her passing.

Sounds of barking broke the brothers out of their intense gazes, the barking grew louder as Woody approached the door, wagging his tail happily when he recognised Ashtray's scent.

"Sup killer," the 15-year-old, stepped away from his brother, bent down and scratched the back of the dog's ear, causing Woody's mouth the open and pant heavily, "Still my favourite." the dog had grown a lot.

Fezco fake gasped, "Bitch, what about me?" Ashtray playfully scoffed and rubbed the labrador's stomach before, Woody stood up on all fours and ran out into the garden.

"You ain't even in the top 5."

"Dick," they both laughed, "then who is?"

Ashtray reached into one of his Armani suitcases and pulled out a bouquet of black roses that fortunately didn't get squashed on the journey here, "Where's the dumbass?" Fezco smacked the back of his neck, causing him to hiss, "I mean Ro." he corrected.

"Ma," Fezco yelled, hoping that his wife would be close enough to hear him. He couldn't wait to see her face when she saw his brother.

She strolled out of the kitchen with her son attached to her hip, who was complaining about how he doesn't like Steve Rogers because he left Bucky.

Rory let out a shakily breathe when she saw who her husband was standing next to, "miss me?" Ashtray held his hands out expectantly with a huge grin on his face.

She gently placed her son on the ground, Alonzo waddled up to his father, standing by him, looking at Ashtray cautiously.

Rory ran up to the teen and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he instinctively caught her, "I've missed you," she cried into her shoulder.

Although she occasionally heard his voice on the phone, the connection was rarely decent.

She frequently cried herself to sleep before she discovered that he was alive.

She practically helped raised him.

Many people knew that she would be a great mother based on how she treated Ashtray, and how maternal she seemed at such a young age.

It only made her feel worse when she discovered he was caught in a shoot out, she only blamed herself.

She often pondered what if she moved him out of the apartment sooner, if she enrolled him in school or even if he was born to a different family.

"I've missed you too," he hugged her tightly, before settling her own the ground, "you're squashing your flowers you idiot," she squealed when she noticed the black roses.

Fezco's eyes darted between the two in happiness, whilst his son had no clue what was going on.

Rory shot Ashtray a grateful smile and took the gift, "Your voice got so deep," she commented, "your balls dropped, yeah?"

They all began to laugh, including Alonzo because he wanted to be involved.

Ashtray playfully rolled his eyes, "Shut up and yes." he turned his gaze to the 3-year-old for the first time.

His lips parted in shock, the teen had seen many pictures of his nephew, but this was the first time seeing him in person.

Alonzo had the best parts of his parents, Fezco's bright blue eyes, that held a mischievous glint.

Although his curls were golden, they still had a slight orange tinge that he inherited from his father.

The toddler got his complexion from Rory, as well as her smile and attentiveness.

Ashtray just hoped he didn't get her height.

"Who is that?" Alonzo looked at his parents and pointed at his uncle,

"Who are you?" the teen shot back teasingly. The married couple began to smile at their interaction.

Neither of them knew how their first meeting would go.

Rory reluctantly stepped away and closer to her husband, who pulled her against his chest and rested his hand over her stomach, an action that Ashtray peeped.

The child gestured to his Black Panther costume he had randomly changed into, "Alonzo."

"Ash." the toddler nodded slowly, recognising the name and stepped closer to the teen, feeling some sort of familiarity with him.

Yes, Alonzo saw pictures of his uncle hanging around his house, however, Ashtray had changed drastically over the last 3 years.

The toddler looked up at Ashtray, with a smile small, his baby teeth were on show, "Your, my zio?" uncle.

Alonzo had been incorporating more Italian into his everyday speech, Rory thought it would help him more when he started attending nursery later this year.

Fezco could understand the language, he promised himself that he would learn Italian because of the love of his life and because it was the country he lived in.

Also since he had been working with Luca for a couple of months, he had even learnt more phrases.

Mainly inappropriate ones but oh well.

The Marchetti patriarch was currently having a meeting with his nephew, talking about new business ventures.

Ashtray playfully scoffed, "Yes dumba- I'm your Zio." he avoided the glares he received from the married couple and picked up his nephew, who rested his head on his chest, "Sis, he looks just fuckin' like you.. " the teen internally cringed and looked up at Rory who scolded him for the language, "my bad," Fezco snorted and whispered something to his wife, causing her to calm down.

Alonzo started giggling, despite not knowing what the word meant, "Do you want to help me pick flowers so I can put the soil in Mamma and Papà's bed?" he whispered so only his uncle could hear.

Ashtray laughed softly and nodded, "Of course, Lil menace." he whispered back, the two ignored the stares they received from Rory and Fezco.

"Mamma's got a baby in her tummy," Alonzo said loudly, and pointed at his mother, the couple's eyes widened in shock.

The wanted it to be a surprise but judging from the teen's expression, he already knew.

Ashtray grinned at their embarrassed faces, "Can't you guys keep it in your pants?" He jokingly scolded them, "You guys are such whores." he tutted and instantly regretted it.

"Ash." the couple shouted in unison, everyone turned to look at the toddler who started to smile.

"I mean you guys snore." Ashtray corrected himself, he needed to stop cursing, especially since he knew he would be around his nephew a lot more.

"What's a whore?" Alonzo questioned with narrowed eyes.

The atmosphere shifted.

Fezco rubbed the back of his neck, hoping his wife would speak up because he didn't know how to answer, "He said, snore baby." Rory cringed at her words.

She hoped it didn't sound like she was intentionally gaslighting her son, because she didn't want to be that parent.

Alonzo frowned, "No he didn't."

"This is your fault bro." Fezco groaned and looked at his brother who was trying not to laugh.

Ashray clicked his tongue and stared at his nephew who started giggling, "What? Whore isn't a bad word."

"Whore, whore, whore." Alonzo clapped excitedly, causing his father to sigh tiredly and his mother to throw her hands up in exacerbation.

Jesus Christ.

Ashtray snickered, "Fuckin' hell." he blurted out, making his nephew laugh with him.

"Ash, shut up." the couple shouted in unison, they started to groan when the laughter grew louder.

"My bad."

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