#fez x black!OC

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Friend Request

Fezco O'Neil x f!black!OC (Jackie Brown)

Word count: 1.4k

Content warning: swearing, mentions of marijuana use, pothead terms, a bit of self-insert, another awkward ending (?) you should know me by now, probably spelling mistakes, a bit rushed idk

A/N: I don't think I wrote any specific descriptions of the OC being black but that's how I picture her and in future chapters, she will be described as such anyway.

Yes I named her Jackie Brown while listening to Jackie Brown lol

look how pretty he is

Jackie doesn't have a lot of friends, she was lucky for the two that she did have in her life, however, one moved out of the city and the other one is usually busy with her husband and kids. Now she felt like she was back at square one. She wasn't good at this. Which sounded stupid because she was twenty-three, what adult doesn't know how to make fucking friends? But it was harder than a lot of people thought.

If Jackie made friends it was usually from school or small social gatherings that her friends would usually drag her to, and help her get out of her "bubble" but now she didn't have that anymore. So what was she supposed to do?

Her life was getting boring, it was dull, all she did was work at the diner downtown and come home just to roll up and smoke. Even smoking by herself was getting boring. She needed company, she thought she could cruise through life on her own but she needed a companion— someone to vent to and laugh with, someone she could cry to and go to the movies with.

She sighed lighting her freshly rolled joint, her head lolled back onto the couch as she blew out a thin puff of air. Frank Ocean's channel ORANGE album quietly playing in the background. And even with the music, it was too quiet. Her mind wandered, thinking, if there are dating apps... shouldn't there be friendship... apps?

Well, now she was curious. Jackie picked up her phone, clicking on the App Store, her fingers typing in 'friendship apps'

This is so stupid.

She scrolled as a lot of them were catered more to friends with benefits and random hookups. And then she found one.

F•R•I•E•N•D•S™️

She laughed through her nose, the title reminding her of the show Friends. She says 'fuck it' as she clicks download and it's only seconds before the tiny icon is on her home screen. The process for signing up is the same as any other app, you put your name, and age, fill in a bio (if you so choose) and upload a picture or two or three of yourself. Her joint rested between her lips as she concentrated her fingers on the keyboard putting in her information.

Jackie Brown, 23. Just lookin' for a smoke buddy.

She cringed at the weak advertisement that was her bio but it would have to do for now, it was time to pick a few photos. She swiped through her album, though it wasn't a dating app and her pictures technically didn't require any effort, she still wanted to select her best ones. After intense searching, she chose three that felt explained her personality well and also made her look good. She shook her head at herself.

This is so stupid.

But she clicked 'done' and was brought to a mini tutorial on how to use the app. Press the plus sign when you want to add them or the 'x' when you don't and their profile will vanish into the abyss. And so, for the next ten minutes, that's what she did. She added a lot of people, men and women, but mostly women. She got a lot of matches out of them and a few of the girls seemed genuine, the men though...ew, to them this was just another hookup app and she received a few unsolicited pictures and lewd messages right off the bat, not even a 'hi' or 'hello' first. Typical.

Her joint was done, one last drag and she flicked the end onto the concrete, smushing it with her foot. She scrolled and swiped, clicked and responded to messages in her time outside on her swinging bench. The cool night breeze brushing her bare legs sent a shiver through her body but she didn't really mind it, this was the best time to smoke and be outside, the cold let her know Autumn was near. Ugh, her favourite season.

She hummed along to the music that was still playing in the background, blowing raspberries, her thumb starting to tire at her mindless scrolling until the pad of her thumb stopped on one guy's profile;

Fezco, 25. I regret downloading this.

She let out a slight titter at his bio because she had the same feeling. She went through his photos. He was cute. Sky blue eyes that could hypnotize you, freckles scattered all over his face, he sported a buzz cut and from certain angles, she noticed a scar starting at his hairline and ending just above his ear and oddly enough it completed his look. He had a ginger-coloured beard and in the very few photos where he smiled, she noticed a little gap in his teeth which, again, was cute.

Jackie didn't know what it was but she couldn't pass him by, fingers crossed in hopes that he wasn't a weirdo like the others, she sent him a friend request.

She looked upper left corner of her phone and noticed the time, it was nearing 1 a.m, she silently thanked the gods that she didn't start work until 4 p.m. but cursed them in the same breath that she'd be the one closing. She turned off her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She headed inside and locked her patio door, her feet pattered against the hardwood floors of her home. She turned off all the lights and headed upstairs. She yawned, the Indica starting to kick her ass.

She quickly brushed her teeth and swished around some mouthwash, and finally, she was in her cozy bed. She set an alarm, no doubt she wouldn't wake up until early afternoon. Before closing her eyes she plugged in her phone, the bright screen causing her to squint as she looked at a notification.

Fezco accepted your friend request. Click to chat. 2min ago.

Fezco sent you a message. 1min ago.

Redd felt a weird sensation in her chest, spreading down to her stomach. Her thumb wandered over the notification debating whether to click it or call it a night but her faded state made her mind up for her.

Fezco: What's up, Miss Jackie Brown? Is the position for a smoking buddy filled yet?

She smiled softly.

Jackie: Eh, there's still room for one more.

Fezco: Any strain in particular?

Were they really about to have a whole conversation about weed strains?

Jackie: I'm not picky, I just smoked some Girl Scout Cookies.

Fezco: Oh shit, okay. Well if you're serious about a smoking buddy, I could have a blunt with your name on it. If you're cool with that.

She found herself... giggling?

Jackie: Yeah I'm cool with that.

There was a small pause, three dots popped up indicating he was typing his reply but suddenly they disappeared, then reappeared and disappeared. Her mouth twisted figuring out what she'd say, this is what she hated the most, she ran out of conversation material quickly.

Jackie: Why are you still on here if you regret downloading it so much?

Fezco: Uh, I'm not really good at making friends. It's just me, and my girl Rue... but then she got a girlfriend and I don't see her much anymore.

Jackie: Omg me too!😂

Suddenly, she wasn't sleepy anymore, her conversation with this Fezco guy was keeping her wide awake. Her fingers tapped aimlessly as she answered and asked questions, this was the easiest way she'd ever gotten to know anyone, hiding behind a screen was her forte and she was thriving right now.

Jackie: So... his name is Ashtray? For real?

Fezco: lol yeah. I don't know, he always had his hand in our grandma's ashtray, so she stuck him with the name.

She couldn't lie to herself, it was a pretty cool name. She checked the time, now it was nearing 4 a.m. What the fuck. She yawned, her eyelids quickly weighing down with repressed slumber.

Jackie: It's late man, I got work tomorrow and I'm not trynna fall asleep on the clock lol

Fezco: No worries ma, you go make your money.

Jackie: Hm, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Fezco: I'll be here.

Jackie: Goodnight.

Fezco: Night.

She finally turned off her phone and placed it on her nightstand, she turned on her side and got in a comfortable position to sleep in. Her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth twitched, forming into a small smile. She felt a bit of pride for finally making a friend.

I've decided to keep writing for Fez, I like him too much and I like writing about him too much to just close it. Plus I was reminded that it's just the character I'm not actually writing about/for Angus. So I will continue to write for my favourite freckled boy.

if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

peace and love, see you in the next one.

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♬♪♫𝓦𝓗𝓞 𝓘 𝓦𝓡𝓘𝓣𝓔 𝓕𝓞𝓡♫ ♪♬

Adrian Chase- peacemaker

Nathan young- misfits

Any of the Gallagher siblings except for Liam, Debbie platonic only for Ian- shameless

Bob Floyd- top gun maverick

Georgie cooper- young Sheldon

Daniel larusso- karate kid

Johnny Lawrence - karate kid

The greasers-the outsiders (anyone under 18 will only be fluff or platonic)

The pogues- obx (platonically or fluff)

Hughie Campbell- the boys

Fezco- euphoria



This list can always be added to

[eddiesblklvr]

BABY MAMA. | FEZCO O’NEILL

PAIRING: fezco (euphoria) x blackwoman!oc

SUMMARY: after a long sickness and a missed period, valentine finally realizes what’s wrong with her

WARNINGS: pregnancy (she’s 18 fez is 19), cursing, mentions of vomiting

WORD COUNT: 1.1k (she a lil tiny)

A/N: i want to write more for them so send requests if you want :)

SKYE’S NAV. | FEZCO O’NEILL M.LIST | REQUESTS

for about a month, valentine has been feeling terrible. throwing up constantly through out the day, feeling lightheaded, stomach cramps, feeling nauseous after smelling certain things, and some of her favorite foods made her want to throw up. apart from the obvious symptoms, her period was late, and that scared her.

she was too afraid to tell her boyfriend, so she told his little brother.

“what the fuck you mean you’re pregnant?” ash asks, sitting up in his bed as he looks at her like she’d grown two more heads.

“just come with me to the store, please?”

“why do you think you’re pregnant?” he asks her, narrowing his eyes in confusion. valentine sighs, not really wanting to get into all the feelings she’s been feeling for the past month.

“my period is late. c’mon, get up and get dressed.” valentine’s begging at this point, her eyes pleading for him to do as she says.

“okay,” ash sighs as valentine thanks him and closes the door, giving him time and privacy he needs for him to get up.

“ain’t no fuckin’ way.”

-

“which one should i get?”

“i don’t know, i ain’t been pregnant before,” ash responds, not really noticing how easily pissed off she could get now.

“ashtray, i will kick your lil’ ass down this isle.”

“i was just playing, damn,” ash tells her, “i saw those clear blue commercials on tv, get those.” valentine takes his advice and grabs three clear blue pregnancy tests before walking down the isle to self checkout. she didn’t want to feel judged by the workers for obviously being a possibly pregnant teenager while they scanned the tests.

once they were home, valentine made sure that fez still wasn’t there, him having left earlier that morning.

“im’a be on the couch when you get done,” ash tells her after walking her down to the bathroom and making sure she was okay.

valentine nodded, closing the door while ashtray walks back down the hallway. she quickly unboxes all three of the pregnancy tests, reading over the instructions to make sure she uses them correctly.

after peeing on the sticks, she sits them down on the counter of the sink and situates herself before opening the door for ash.

“ash?”

“wassup?”

“could you—“ she takes a shaky breath before continuing, “could you come sit with me, please?” she doesn’t get an answer but a few seconds later she sees him walking down the hallway towards her.

she sits down on the toilet and sets a timer for 5 minutes, while ash closes the door behind him and sits on the floor beside her.

he hears her sniffling every few seconds but he didn’t really know what to do. he doesn’t know how to comfort people or make them feel better, having himself closed off at all times, but he rests his head on her knees, silently letting the terrified older girl above him know that he was there and that it would be okay.

valentine jumps a little when she hears the timer go off. she doesn’t make a move to stop it of flip over the tests, just stares wide eyed down at him, so ashtray makes the decision to do it for her.

he stands up, grabs her phone from her hands and turns the alarm off. he looks at valentine and sees her still looking up at him as he flips all three of them over. after looking over them a few times, there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. that’s all the confirmation she needs before she’s sobbing into her hands.

ashtray put the tests back on the counter and wraps his arms around her. for as long as he’s known her, he’s never seen her crying this hard. he didn’t know if she was upset or if she happy about the pregnancy at this point, it was hard to tell.

after a few minutes, she was finally able to calm down. she doesn’t know how she’s going to tell fez, she doesn’t know how he would react. she just hopes he won’t be upset or kick her out or something like that.

-

fez, valentine, and faye, dead asleep, were sitting in the living room watching a movie. val wasn’t really watching it, she was too worried about telling fez that she was pregnant with his baby. earlier in the bathroom, she made the decision to tell him that night when he got back home. she thought about it and she realizes that she was being irrational. of course fez wouldn’t be upset or kick her out, they’ve talked about having starting a family before. she knew it was just nerves, but there was still something in the back of her mind that made her scared of them still being a possibility.

he’s noticed her change of behavior all day, how tense she was when he smiled at her or even touched her hand. while she was scared of breaking the news, he was scared that she might’ve been losing feelings for him.

“val,” he calls out, causing her head to turn and look at him, “what’s wrong? you been acting, like, weird all day.” he rubs over her calf and thigh as he looks at her, his blue eyes soft and if you looked harder, you’d see the hint of fear he had in them. he gently pulls her over his lap, helping her straddle him.

fez rests his hands on her hips and waits for a response. he looks down and comes face to face with her breasts, confusion becoming clear on his expression. “aye, how did these get, like, bigger?”

valentine let’s out a soft giggle, sliding her hands from the back of his head to rest on his freckled cheeks, his beard tickling her palms. she looks noticeably nervous, biting on her bottom lip, looking everywhere except his eyes, playing with the chains around his neck, some things she does when she gets nervous.

“i found out why i’ve been so sick,” she says in a whisper like tone.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” she nods, taking a deep breath, “i’m pregnant.”

fezco stared into her eyes for what felt like forever. she saw tears brewing in his waterline and a smile tugging on his lips, making her finally relax.

“for real?” he asks her with a shaky voice, his hands clinging tightly to her hips and waist. valentine nods, not knowing if she would be able to talk without crying again. even through she probably will again as soon as fez does.

“you sure? you not bullshittin’?”

“yes, i’m sure! i took three of them and they all said i am.” she sees tears falling down his cheeks, making her wipe them away before pulling his head onto her chest.

the two of them stay that way for a while as fez rubs, kisses, and talks to her stomach.

“i love y’all so much, mama. swear im’a protect y’all with my fuckin’ life.”

[cloveroctobers]

out of time — fez x oc

A/N: I wrote this kinda quick last night and just finished it up now…yet kept struggling to get the party scene started lol? I wrote this with this song in the background so it only made sense to title it this. Songs come in handy for titles. It’s my favorite from the album, played it tf out and I should actually listen to the rest of the album 😂 because after I heard this one I never finished the rest of it. It’s that good for meeee! Anyways I also included characters from Power: Ghost — Book II if you’re wondering or also watch that. These are my two shows on Sunday nights.

WARNINGS : There’s sorta spoilers in this if you’re not caught up yet? If you’re not, what are you doing?? Unless you’re just starting the show then I’ll be quiet. Hope you enjoy this little one.

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“Janu,” January Sands was probably the only other person that fez really loved. Romantically. Despite what his grandma told him to do when he was younger, he fell in love. He didn’t like to talk about it much and he and I were in the same boat when it came to feelings and shit. Except…maybe Fez knew how to better communicate than I did but he always told me timing was a issue between them. I always wanted things to work for Janu and Fez—I honestly thought they were meant to be much like Jules and I.

Yet time sure does have a way of fucking things up you know?

I’m sure fez would agree.

Red cups.

smoke in the air.

music so loud that it made Janu’s heart rattle.

A arm was attached to Janu’s exposed waist from a blond that she wasn’t 100% sure she was in love with but loved being around?

January Sands was back in California for only four days since her new found friends wanted to get a taste of her old life before Stanford. Also it was mostly on business purposes for those three, janu was just here for the thrill of it…maybe?

It was New Years and technically her last day here before Janu and her new college friends head back to New York. Janu weren’t sure what she was expecting but it wasn’t witnessing fez low-key spitting game to what looked like rue’s old friend.

Of course it rubbed her the wrong way but she wouldn’t show it, since she was here with someone else too. Janu knew what flirting looked like when it came to fez, she was once in that same position once upon a time and picked up on his body language: how he kept strong eye contact with the girl who sported a braided crown and sly smiles he sent her way.

Janu was pulled away by the beat of a Don Toliver joint as Brayden captured her lips tenderly, a smile breaking out onto his own lips as he raised her hand in the air before spinning her back to his front. Janu wasn’t doing anything different than any of the other kids here, throwing it back on their significant others and having a helluva time.

It was time to say goodbye to the year before that brought on so so so much. Janu was more than ready. When the song ended she could tell Brayden was ready to take her up to one of the rooms by how he was sucking on her neck.

Laughing she reminded him over the next song change, “I’m on my period, b.”

“Fuck! that’s right, I’ll be back then. Don’t go anywhere, gorgeous.” She turned her face to his once more, pecking his lips with another laugh escaping her lips, while he scowled at her playfully.

He waddled away through the crowd trying to cover himself while Janu caught the eyes of Tariq and Effie also laughing at his predicament.

“Control yourself, bro!” Tariq yelled from across the room, out to his friend, who tossed a middle finger back in response.

Effie waved her finger over for Janu to join her and Tariq as she took a sip of the contents in her drink. Janu fanned her hand at Effie, mentally telling her to enjoy her time and that Janu was taking a mini break since Brayden was always amped up.

However Janu still found her body moving lightly to the beat as she lounged against the wall. That didn’t last when she felt sea storm eyes rolling waves over her.

January held Fez’s stare, noticing that he was now sitting by himself. Tilting her head to the side, she felt her tassel drop earrings brushing against her collarbone as she did so.

He lifted his chin up at her as he placed his blunt back to his lips. Sighing January rolled her eyes as she made her way over to him and plopped down close to him.

“Well hey,” she shoved his knee.

in which the top half of his body rose with a snort of laughter before looking at her, “wassup, janu girl?”

She shrugged, “just here with my people at this high school party that has nothing on my school’s parties, and you?”

He chuckled again, “okay scholar, same shit, vibing and wondering why someone I rocked with is here throwing it back on ‘ol dude that’s 5’2?”

It was janu’s turn to laugh and then give fez a look, “Brayden is at least a solid 5’5 okay? And he’s my—

She trailed off and fez dipped his head, his eyes peering at her through his long lashes. “Oh shit, you can’t even say it to my face huh, ma? That’s your man, yes or no?”

“Is Lexi your girl?”

Fez stuck his tongue behind his front lip, “…like I said, we all vibin’ right?”

The two sat in a little bit of tension when there really shouldn’t be. The both of them were over the moment Janu left for the city two years ago (although it wasn’t a happy moment with January full on crying with fez pushing her to go but it didn’t feel supportive in that moment to the girl—not with his tone) and it wasn’t until a few months prior that the both of them started speaking again. It wasn’t too often but it was mostly to check in on each other since there was so much history there and isn’t something the couple could just forget.

“You know I love you rite?” Fez puffed out around some smoke, pressing his shoulder into Janu’s to make sure that she heard him.

She kept her down-turned eyes out on the dance floor but that didn’t stop her from taking Fez’s hand into her own, “Of course, why else would you be roasting my man without even knowing him?”

Fez kissed his teeth. He had plenty of other reasons he could come up with, like why was his name “Brayden,” but he had no room to judge so much although when it came to Miss. January Sands, it seemed like all that shit went out the window.

“I just want you to be aware that…I’m always around—forreal I’ll even take a flight to the east coast and will always be there for you. The minute he fucks up, hit my line.” Fez stated and she knew he was deadass. He knew that Janu could handle herself but he wanted to be first in line if she couldn’t.

Now Janu looked at him, squeezing their intertwined fingers, she smiled at him genuinely, feeling her eyes burn as he placed a chaste kiss to the back of her palm.

“Happy new year, fezalicious.” Janu wished her old flame, using the personal nickname she gave him before adding, “Send my love to ash too, okay?”

And he watched her go again. This time first hand into someone else’s arms who beamed at the sight of her and Fez knew what that felt like.

However times were much different now.

His attention was broken by Lexi sitting beside him again and he couldn’t help to smile once more as he told her, “I was beginning to miss you…”

The new year could bring many things to your table: memories, revelations, old fucked up feelings, your exes and their short ass boyfriends or the stressful or excitement for the next 365 days…you name it.

In Fez’s case it brought resolutions and same beef.

January could tell how Fez was moving. Despite her laughing it up with her new found friends near by, she felt a sudden adrenaline swirling in her chest and when she looked up and over, her eyes were locked on Fez’s frame as he started making his way over to hold a conversation with the one and only Nate Jacobs.

Easily locked in Brayden’s lap ready for the countdown, the girl slowly sat up as she noticed the teal sweater that was once worn by Fez, was tossed to the side, leaving Fez in only a oversized white t-shirt. It all happened in slow motion as she watched the shards of glass splatter over the place; right onto Nate’s head.

While January’s friends were alerted much with the other’s, a smirk found it’s way by the corner of her lips. Yet fez didn’t stop there as he latched on Nate’s shirt after throwing a few swings once the bottle connected with his dome. Everyone either screamed or got their phones out to record and somehow Janu was also on her feet as fez kept beating the biggest piece of shit Janu knew unconscious.

Nate wasn’t looking so hot. Janu wanted to give Nate a nice kick to the ribs herself but she wasn’t down for catching anymore charges in a city she didn’t belong to anymore. Although she knew a few of those punches were for her too and that was enough for her.

Ultimately Janu knew why Fez did this now, it was always timing with him. If he didn’t get the situation handle right then and there, then trust, it would be handled one way or another.

Maddy Perez and Cassie Howard scrambled to get Fez to stop but they were no match for the beast that was unleashed. McKay was the only one that seemed to get Fez to budge just a teeny bit but Fez was up on his feet, on his own, ready to give McKay a one-two—if required.

“Fez!” January was short with the way she called out his name.

He whirled around to the girl, his body rising and falling with quick panting. He clenched and unclenched his bleeding hands as he seemed to calm down at the sight of Janu.

Dipping her head at him, he ripped himself away from the scene fleeing before anyone else could say anything else to him.

And now it was Janu’s time to watch him go.

“Mans fucking washed him as soon as the clock struck twelve, that’s g shit. About his business, he’s got my respect.” Tariq commented with his arm tossed across Effie’s shoulders.

Effie and Brayden were both shooting Janu a look as the curly haired girl commented, “looks like he deserved it, since only three people came to help his ass.”

“Trust me, he did.” Janu mumbled, “we should head out too.”

Inside the rental, Brayden toyed with Janu’s fingers slouched beside her in the backseat as she kept her eyes out into the night with Effie driving, “you knew that guy huh?”

“Nate? Unfortunately. A complete sociopath.” Janu answered, not turning her eyes.

Brayden sighed, “that’s not what I meant and I have a feeling you know that. I’m talking about the guy that beat the other guy’s ass. The one you got to leave just by calling his name.”

Resting her head against the headrest Janu answered, “right…he’s my ex.”

“He got hands too, better watch out Brayden.” Tariq spoke, looking at the two in the backseat but raised his hands in surrender when Brayden sent him a flat stare at his weak joke.

Brayden nodded at this new information, “what happened there if you don’t mind me asking? He didn’t make you happy anymore or…”

Inhaling Janu just held out a hand, “we thought we had all the time in the world but soon realized we didn’t. Basically just heading two different speeds. It was shitty and it’s over.”

January could feel Effie burning her dark eyes at her in the rear view and was sure she would hear about this later. Perhaps Janu shouldn’t have stepped in, then her new friends wouldn’t be in her business as much…yet January knew she always had a tie to fez no matter what happened in their lives or how far apart.

“Okay so his lost…can I finally get my New Years kiss?” Brayden sat up puckering his lips, making the girl roll her eyes.

Cupping his jawline, Janu leaned down to connect their lips, letting the thought of fez’s well-being subside for this moment.

[pantherxrogers]

Caught Red Handed - Fezco x Reader (18+ ONLY)

A/N: This is definitely the smuttiest smut to written date. That being said, NO ONE UNDER 18 CAN READ. There’s plenty of other writing on my blog that is not 18+. But if you are 18+, I hope you enjoy this piece. Thanks for the continued support! I love writing pieces that you all enjoy. 🥰 P. S. If you’re sick of me including my soapbox on smutty posts, it’s not going anywhere It’s important! 😘

Summary: Fezco’s girlfriend, Y/N, catches Fezco red-handed (in his own hand). *Laughs at my own joke* Smut ensues.

MY SOAPBOX: If you’re sexually active, BE SAFE! Make smart decisions, and take care of yourself. If you aren’t, do you! Never let anyone pressure you into anything that you aren’t comfortable with. It’s your body, and you need to protect it. If you’re choosing to wait, WAIT! It’s okay to put yourself first.

Y/N’s Text: I’m about ten minutes away, and I’m bringing the pizza! 😘

No response.

Y/N’s Text: Okay......I’m here. Using the key under the mat 🥴

Balancing your phone and the pizza in one hand, you bent down to grab the key underneath the mat. Desperate to get out of the cold air, you shoved the key into the lock and made your way inside.

Weird. The lights and TV are still on in the living room. So, clearly, your man has been in here recently. Walking towards the kitchen, you placed the pizza on the counter and began your journey towards Fezco’s bedroom. Slowly walking towards his door, you began to get a little bit nervous. Is he okay?

Stopping outside the closed door, your heart dropped to your stomach. You could hear faint moans and sheets rustling. After a year of dating, he does this to you?! Well, there’s only one way to see for yourself. You slowly pushed the door open and did not expect to see the scene that was playing out in front of you.

Fezco was definitely busy but not in the way you’d feared.

AirPods in his ears, he had one hand working up and down his length, while the other held his iPhone. He looked like an absolute dream. Cheeks slightly flushed, lips parted, and his skin glowing in the low lighting of his bedside lamp. He was shirtless with his boxers pulled down to mid thigh. His muscles flexed with every stroke of his hand, and it was driving you crazy.

The sight worked wonders for you. Lost in his own pleasure, he had no intention of stopping. He lowered his hand to tease his balls, which made his length slap up against his lower abdomen. Not being able to take it anymore, you decided it was time to have some fun.

“Honey, I’m home.” You teased in a sing-songy voice and sunk your teeth into your full bottom lip.

Fezco looked like he’d seen a ghost. He ripped his AirPods out of his ears, tossed his phone to the side, and scrambled to sit against the headboard before you chimed in again.

“Mmm, don’t stop on my account, baby.” You spoke in a sultry voice and sauntered towards the bed. On your way, you shed the ripped, high waisted jeans you wore, leaving you in a white tube top and lace thong. Fezco groaned at the sight and gripped himself again.

“You didn’t answer my texts, baby. Can’t believe you’re ignoring me.” You fake pouted and joined Fezco on the bed. You relaxed into the pillows, extended your arm, and allowed him to lean against your body. His length was still extremely hard and twitching because of your close proximity.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I started thinkin’ ‘bout you and couldn’t wait ‘till you got here.” He moaned out and lowered his hand to start again, while he stared at all your exposed skin. He loved when you wore white. The contrast against your deep complexion was something he adored. He bit his lip and reached up to toy with your hard nipples through the thin material of your shirt. You held in the moan that threatened to slip out, so you could maintain your dominance.

“Mmm, you’re such a dirty boy, baby. I come over for movie night and find you jerking off. What am I going to do with you?” You continued your teasing and brought a hand to rub over your boyfriend’s chest and abdomen. He groaned at the sensation and picked up the pace with his hand.

“It looks like you’re even harder than when I came in. Ooo, look at this mess you’re making.” You gingerly lifted a finger and circled it around his tip, while beads of precum dribbled down his length. Fezco dropped his head back against your chest and involuntarily bucked his hips, continuing the work with his hand and seeking the warmth of yours.

“Let’s see what you were watching, hmm?” You unraveled from your boyfriend and got on all fours to search for his phone. You made a show of arching your back and sticking out your butt while you searched. Fezco let out a long moan at your teasing.

“I’m so close, mamas. Jus’ stop playin’ and help me finish.” Completely ignoring his request, you picked up his phone with a huge smile on your face.

“Aha, here it is!” You made quick work of unlocking his phone, and the video popped up immediately. It was a guy and a girl. She....actually looked a lot like you. Brown skin, curvy, long box braids to her waist, and even a belly piercing. Moans flowed through her lips as her scene partner pounded her relentlessly from behind. The way he drilled into her made your face hot and increased the wetness seeping out of your thong.

“You’ve got great taste.” You sent a wink over your shoulder and made your way back over to your boyfriend. He didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes were locked on your body. You straddled his lap and placed your clothed center right on top of his hard member. He groaned and quickly grabbed your waist to guide your hips. You whimpered at his desperation and felt your clit throb at the attention.

“You know why I picked the video, don’t ‘chu?” His deep voice added to your arousal. You were unbelievably wet at this point and too blissed out to answer, but Fezco continued anyway.

“She reminded me of you, baby. But guess what?”

You whined out in response while Fezco roughly grabbed your butt, kneading each cheek and grinding up to meet your movements.

“Nothin’ compare to you, baby. This tight lil’ body makes me cum faster than anything.”

His dirty talk sent you tumbling into your orgasm, and your release flowed out of you freely. You were moaning non-stop, head thrown back, and hard nipples shoved right into Fezco’s face. The sight pushed him over the edge, and he released all over his stomach.

You fell onto the bed, breathing heavily while staring up at the ceiling. The only other sound to be heard was Fezco’s breath next to you. Breaking the comfortable silence, you spoke up.

“Well, the pizza is still in the kitchen!” You kissed his cheek and made your way off of the bed, while Fez chuckled at you.

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forever winter (ep. 1)

pairing: fezco x OC (belle)

18+

summary: fezco meets a girl that is desperate to subdue her brain. belle has never met anyone so kind. 

sensitive topics (?): cursing, drug use, mental illness

word count: 3.3k

links to episodes: episode two : episode three : episode four : episode five 

a/n: there will be more and further into this story there will be more explicit context ;). if you read this before and are re-reading it now, i changed mckenna’s name to natalia. 

I just want to keep those who make me feel comfortable at my most vulnerable near me

episode song: new girl - finneas

Episode 1: favorite color

The first time I met Belle was in the back of Fezco’s car. I hadn’t even realized she was there before I heard the sniffling coming from what I thought was a pile of clothes stacked up behind the passenger seat. I studied Belle while I waited for Ashtray to get my stuff out of his black book bag.

What I noticed first about her were the yellow words written on her black sweatpants. Despite curling up into a ball I could still make out the words “Highland Colle—“. The rest were hidden within the folds of her scrunched up body. Her face was covered by the hoody of her large grey sweatshirt. But regardless, all I knew about this stranger was that from the occasional sniffles and the off patterned breathing that whoever this was, was not having a great day.

“Oh, uh, Rue this is Belle. Belle, this is Rue,” Fez mumbled under his breath, taking careful notice of the girls through the rear-view mirror.

Ash handed Rue her little plastic baggy filled with three powder blue circles.

“We gonna get s’me food and kick back at my place with movies. You in?” He took the last puff of his blunt before starting the car and throwing the roach in the plastic cup placed in the cup holder.

Rue couldn’t help but giggle at his actions. Right as she got the baggie, she opened it up, took one out, grabbed the book thrown on the floor of the car (used only for these reasons), crushed the pill on top of the book and under a dollar bill using the butt of a lighter, took out her card lining up the blue powder, took out her rolled-up cylinder paper and snorted the powder up.

Belle watched Rue the whole time amazed and terrified at how normal this was for her.

“What, you saving the rest of that for later?” Rue teased, nodding towards the red solo cup that now held the discarded blunt.

Fez started the car and the four were on the move. “Nah… j’st don’t wanna throw it out the window no more.”

“Birds eat it, and it kills them,” Rue jumped as Belle spoke up for the first time. She forgot the mess of a girl sitting next to her.

The rest of the drive was quiet while music played softly in the background. Rue snorted up the rest of the blue powder on top of the car’s book manual. She sat back and smiled enjoying the movements of the car and the sound of the music. Rue felt so serene in that moment that she didn’t realize she was singing along to the words, and how loud she was doing so, until Ashtray threw one of the McDonald’s bags at her hitting her square in the face. She stopped, gave Ashtray a blank stare, and then began knowingly singing to her hearts consent now with added clumsy dance moves. Her joy in this moment had made Belle burst into giggles. With hearing Belle laugh today, Fezco allowed Rue to continue her antics.

I didn’t pry into who Belle was at first. I never pride into any of the lives of Fez’s other customers. Belle met Fez during her first week at community college. She and her friends were participating in what every college student was participating in during their first week of college: sylly week. 

Sylly week is when college students go absolutely batshit crazy to do anything and anyone before they are chained down to their desks to study till finals. Of course, not everyone left sylly week their only time to be crazy crazy. In fact 98% of the students who participated in sylly week would continue doing the same thing every weekend. Sylly week though, was the only time they had the freedom to get plastered on a Tuesday night without class in the morning.  

But for the those like Belle, who didn’t party every weekend, nor barely even had a sip of alcohol until they were peer pressured during their Junior prom, Belle was nervous about the whole tradition. Her high school friends who went to parties with her and helped calm her nerves around the chaotic crowds were not there with her, and none of her new friends (one’s she had just met that day through her roommate) knew the claustrophobia and anxiety that Belle was prone to. 

When Belle voiced these concerns quietly to her roommate in the back of the Uber XL that was filled with three other friends her roommate vaguely introduced Belle to, the only comfort she gave was – 

“Don’t even worry about it! That’s why we going to J’s right now. To get some shit to calm us down and some stuff to fuck us up for tomorrow night.” 

“Natalia, you told me we were going to your cousin’s place to make jell-o shots for tomorrow,” Belle kept her voice down, not wanting the other girls to notice her nerves. She felt like she already confided too much to her roommate. 

“We are!” She said in a chipper like fashion. “We are just making a quick stop at this place so we can get good shit.”

“It’s a long fucking detour!” One of the girl’s shouted back. 

“Yeah?” Natalia raised her eyebrows at the complainer. “Well, this is the only guy I trust to get this shit from. So, we are either making the detour or not fucking getting it.” 

That ended the confrontation and soon the three girls were giggling at something their driver was saying. Natalia rolled her eyes at the girls teasing the poor old man making his money driving drunk girls around. 

Belle could feel the familiar tightness in her chest and the narrowing of her windpipe. She let herself fixate out the car’s window, determined to keep this weakness away from her new friends. They partied. They were used to this. They were confident and they were spontaneous and fearless and-

Natalia put a hand on Belle’s own and gave it a comforting squeeze. Belle’s green eyes pierced back into hers, the tears already swelling up. “Listen,” Natalia was now keeping her voice down. “All we are doing is picking up some drugs from this really sweet guy. I want to just get in, get the stuff, and go but you know the girls are going to want to stay and party for a bit. We’ll make it twenty minutes tops, I promise.”

“What are you buying?” Belle asked, embarrassed by how weak her voice sounded. 

Natalia shrugged and took her hand away, “Just some shit -- you know.” She sighed and gave Belle a mischievous smile. “’M definitely getting you some weed.”

Belle couldn’t help but laugh, because weed was exactly what all her friends from high school were begging her to smoke while they all watched the anxiety seep through all of Belle’s actions. The anxiety controlled her so much so that she was too anxious to even talk to her any of her doctors about the usage of weed thinking they may find her to just be a delinquent 18-year-old trying to just get high or sell the shit. No, instead she was allowing herself to smoke the shit from a guy she never knew on a promise of her roommate who was still a stranger to her. 

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions.”

Natalia shrugged her off again, “My brother’s got anxiety. I understand.” She looked at Belle and gave her a reaffirming look. “You just got to tell me when you need me.”

Belle’s confidence grew as the Uber XL dropped them off. They didn’t bother having the guy wait for them, because Natalia turned out to be telling the truth. The other girls, seeing the state of the house party that was happening, wanted to stay “just a little longer”.  

“I fucking hate- GET BACK HERE IN 20 MINUTES OR ELSE WE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!” Natalia yelled at her three stupid friends already getting lost in the crowd. 

With a huff Natalia sat back down on the dirty brown couch right in between Belle and Fezco. 

“So, you said your name is Bella?” Fezco’s surly voice came out. His piercing blue eyes looking over Natalia and to the new girl. He knew Natalia from his years in school before he dropped out. She was one of his early and most trusted customers. The other three girls they showed up with he’s seen before. Here and there, never though without Natalia. But here he has never seen a girl like Belle before. He would’ve remembered. 

“Uh- Belle, actually,” She replied, looking at Fez only for a second before adverting her eyes again to the people around her. 

“Oh shit! Like the princess chick,” Fez chuckled, taking a drag of the blunt held between his fingers. 

Natalia eyed the smoke he blew out of his mouth, and giggled in a dream like state, “Yeah, she’s my new friend and roommate. My lil Princess Belle. You know I’m getting her high for the first time tonight.” 

“First time? Where y’all doing that?”

“My cousin Greg’s house. My Uncle and Aunt are out of town, and we are going to go over there to make jell-o shots for tomorrow.” Natalia said and kept eyeing the blunt in Fez’s hand. Natalia’s fixation on the rolled up weed in this man’s hand had Belle giggling. 

Fez’s eyes flicked to the new brunette named, he so rightfully stated, after the princess. The corners of his lips turned upwards, and he asked, “What are you trying?”

“Weed,” Natalia said for her friend, eyes still completely fixated. 

“Shit- j’st take it,” Fez groaned and handed Natalia the rest of what he had left rolled up. This making Belle laugh again as her new friend cheerfully inhaled the smoke into her lungs. 

20 minutes were not up, but the other three girls came back. Not to leave, but for something so much more important. 

“Guys there’s a fucking cat in the laundry room you gotta come with!” One of the other girl’s grabbed onto Natalia’s arm pulling her off the couch, and the four girls ran off towards the laundry room. Before Belle could even stand, for she was too busy deciding whether she would want to go through the crazy crowd to get to the laundry room or just stay still on this couch and wait for them to come back, the decision was made for her as the visual of the girls quickly disappeared.

“You don’t like cats?” 

Without Natalia here there was no barrier between her and this stranger named, Fezco. Natalia was also right in saying that this man could be trusted. For the instant Fez and Bell were introduced, Belle couldn’t help but feel a sense of clam surround her just from the simple “Hi” he first said to her. He wasn’t like any of the other drug dealers she’s seen before. Although, she was not experienced in the drugs and had only been introduced to things such as vodka and tequila, she tagged along with a lot of her friends to a many of deals. Many of them quick and simple. Some of them, when her friends kept upgrading to different and harder drugs, were cold and angry. She was exposed to the ease of those holding guns as her friends’ exchanged money. She was used to the superstitious eyes lingering a little too long on you. She was used to the gruff manner it the way things were arranged. Each time, Belle instantly felt distrust towards them. And often, always as a new girl in these situations, the dealer would always ask “Who’s this?” pointing at Belle as if they were entitled to her secrets. Always looking at her with eyes that carried thoughts of how to best mold this new girl. 

Fez was different. He didn’t demand, he didn’t assume, he didn’t threaten, and he didn’t play word games. He was straight forward, simple, and most importantly kind. Belle could tell the genuineness of his smile. 

“I- I lost them,” She spoke out, stupidly pointing in the direction of where they ran off to.  

“Wanna chill here with me?” He asked, unknowingly asking a question that would change a big part of his life. 

She gave back her own comforting smile at him and nodded. 

That night I think was the night Fez fell in love with Belle. He was mesmerized by her. So curious about her story. Belle’s friends didn’t come back till midnight, the jell-o shots never made. That whole time, Belle talked to Fez and answered all of his questions and thought how cute it was that he asked simple questions such as “what’s your favorite color?” and through her answer could get her to share something personal about herself. Not to trick her into telling him her weaknesses. To only learn more about this brunette sitting nest to him.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Well, I mean, like... there’s got to be a reason why you like yellow.”

And there was. Belle loved the color yellow because that color was the symbol of freedom to her. When Belle was five years old her dad had gotten arrested shooting her mom’s brother in the face. With her father in jail, her mother dead, and no more family after her Uncle’s death, Belle was taken into the foster care system. Three years later, a family came to her in a yellow-colored buggy car and adopted her. Of course, Belle didn’t tell Fez all this that night. That would’ve been way too much. But she did say:

“The first day I was adopted my adopted family took me on a ride in their yellow buggy all the way back to their home. I love yellow because it reminds me of the feeling of being loved.” 

“Damn. That’s beautiful, princess.”

Princess was the nickname he gave her. His Princess Belle.

Belle came to visit Fez a lot after that night because the weed did actually help Belle’s anxiety. At first, she only came with Natalia, but as Natalia couldn’t go as much as Belle would have liked (nor did Natalia really want to) she ended up going to Fez’s alone. After the first five minutes of visiting Fez by herself, the nerves went away again, and they ended up smoking on the couch together. 

Ashtray liked her too. She was always cooking and trying out new recipes having Ash and Fez as her taste testers. She wasn’t annoying when she got high and kept her chill when needed. She talked to them about her classes without dumbing anything down. She knew how smart these boys were and didn’t infantilize their intelligence. She appreciated their efforts of welcoming her into their little community. She was good company to him. 

I had met Belle four months after Fez and Belle were introduced. This whole time I had never heard of her nor come across her in my buys. Fez’s quietness about her was how I knew Fez was in love, in love... He wanted to keep this feeling before she would realize how horrible he truly felt that he was. Just some drug dealing idiot. Nothing Belle deserved. If he told me or anyone about his feelings it would make it all too real. And the realness of these feelings, when he knew his heart would break, it felt like it would kill him. 

“Can I use your shower?” Belle mumbled over to Fez. 

They had gotten back to Fez’s place. Rue had already made herself comfortable on the couch and Ash was taking out the food from the McDonald’s bags on the kitchen table. 

“Yeah- um, let me get you some towels, princess,” Fez said quietly back to her and put his hand around her waist, guiding her towards the bathroom to get her set up. 

Rue gave Ash a sideways look and with the smirk growing across his face she couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Are they -?”

“They’re too oblivious to each other’s feelings to understand what the fuck to do with themselves,” Ash answered, throwing Rue a small baggy of fries and settling himself on the other couch getting Netflix set up on the PS. 

When Fez had came back, he went straight to the food grabbing a burger for himself. 

“So -”

“Rue, I don’t want to hear it,” Fez’s voice was matter-of-fact. He sat next to Rue on the couch and kept his focus on the burger in front of him not wanting to catch eyes with her. He knew just from looking at him Rue could tell what he was feeling. Ashtray could do the same damn thing, but unlike Ashtray, Rue couldn’t keep her mouth shut about the whole thing. 

“I was just going to say she’s pretty!” Rue said, throwing her hands up dramatically in defense. “She’s very pretty and yes - I get it - definitely a princess.” 

“Rue, shut the fuck up!” Fez yelled at her, but Ashtray’s laughter masked the anger coming from his older brother. 

They finished a whole episode before Belle came out of the shower. Rue was now at the dining room table eating from the pile of fries watching as Netflix loaded up the next episode. Ash was fighting off the sleep as he kept to his couch and Fez laid on his couch smoking a freshly rolled blunt.

Right as Belle came into the living room both Ash and Rue had to hold in their laughter as Fez hurried up and sat up taller on the couch leaving just enough room for one other person to sit and share the couch. Rue fought the urge to take the seat just to witness Fez’s annoyed glare she got oh-so often. 

But what really had Ash and Rue almost busting at the seams, was that Fez had given Belle his own clothes to wear. She was now in oversized M&M pajama pants and wearing a large plain black sweatshirt that would be a better fit on Fez. 

Apparently, a shower was just what she needed, because when Rue met her, she was a crying heap in the car, but now she was glowing and smiling at the food spread out in front of Rue. 

“Hey,” Belle said to Rue as she sat down next to her and started devouring the chicken nuggets. 

Fez’s shoulders were rigid and although his eyes were on the television screen his ears were listening to the two girls worried about what shit was going to come out of Rue’s mouth. 

But there was nothing to worry about. After Belle got a couple puffs into her new rolled up blunt, which Rue watched her roll up thinking “This has Fez taught me to roll a blunt all over it”, she became more talkative. 

Belle confided in Rue about how she had just finished up her first semester of community college, and before Rue could give out a drugged up “cheers!”, Belle also confided to Rue that she had failed her political science final. The first class she had ever failed. This information making Rue say, “man, fuck school!” causing Belle to erupt in stoned giggles.

Before Rue went home for the night Belle had gotten her number saying, “I don’t often feel comfortable around people when I get high, but Rue it was so nice talking to you.” Even though her eyes were squinting so much to the point it seemed as if she closed her eyes, Rue could still see the goodness flowing out of them. “And, I don’t know, I just want to keep those who make me feel comfortable at my most vulnerable near me.”

After that night I understood why Fez fell so hard for her. She was easy to talk to. Her eyes gleamed with hope and motivation not everyone had around here. She stepped first with kindness and was open about her fight to be more assertive and confident. But I also understood why Fez was so cautious around her. He was worried to ruin her. 

Episode 2: the three reasons for utter fascination 

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okay so I'm trying my hand at a little Fezco action, thought I'd start with something cutesy.

Summary: Fez wants to tell his gf 'I love you' first

word count: 1.5k

like i said just cutesy shit so no warnings... oh well except for swearing lol

(look at me like that and we gon' have a problem oof)

"How the fuck do you do this shit man?" Fez groaned fiddling with the black tie in his hand. His little brother, Ashtray, chuckled on the side as he watched his sibling in something he'd never pictured before. An actual suit.

He hollered out to his brother's girlfriend who was in the next room. "Aliciaaaa, I think someone needs your help."

"No, I don't," Fez yelled back. Alicia shook her head as she emerged from the bathroom, her simple black heels clicking against the wood floors, she found the two in the front entrance hallway with Fez staring in the mirror trying so hard to tie his tie himself. Ashtray had disappeared into his own room knowing they were probably about to get sappy and gross and he wanted no parts.

She stood there for a moment smiling at how handsome he was, not just because of the suit. Alicia loved Fezco, that was her man even before they were official. He couldn't really wrap his head around the fact that someone so opposite of him could love him the way she did, she accepted  him for everything that he was even if it wasn't "perfect." And she made sure he knew all the time. A lot of people saw Fez as this guy who was selling drugs to whoever asked for it, saw him as just a dropout with a brother following the same path but that's not how she saw him.

Alicia fell in love with his heart, the way he was protective of her-- not in a controlling way but in a way that she knew he'd always have her back no matter what, even if they did decide to fall out which wasn't her plan anyway, she often told him that he's stuck with her for life but the smile on his face let her know that he was absolutely okay with that. She rested her purse on a nearby table and made her way over to him, her soft hands resting on top of his to stop him from knotting up the tie even more.

"Watched about a million videos on this shit, still can't get it." He admitted. She shrugged. "Nothing I can't do for you."

Fez grinned. He was grateful to have her in his life, she was something to look forward to every day whether it was her bare face or even a text, a silly picture whenever they weren't together. He couldn't tell the last time anyone or anything made him smile so much. She wasn't using him for a fix or maybe some quick cash, she just liked him for him.

He watched as her hands worked their magic, a simple gesture that made his heart melt. Alicia could feel those wonderous blue eyes staring her down, she tugged on her bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard, he made her nervous. "Your cousin gon' be mad if we smoke before the wedding?"

"Nah, she's good for it."

"Aight, cool."

She finished helping him out and was on her way back to the bathroom to check herself one more time but he pulled her back. "You look good, baby. Real good." That second part sounded like he wanted to devour her and skip the wedding. "Thank you. You look fine too, my love."

He lightly groaned. "We really got to go to this thing?" Alicia gave him a quick kiss. "Yes, we can fuck later." He laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, that's what he wanted but it wasn't the only thing. There was a moment of silence, the two just staring at each other and drinking each other in. "Something on your mind?" She teased. He actually did have something on his mind.

For as long as they'd been dating Alicia was always the first to say 'I love you.' It was never him, not like he didn't love her loved her so much he would kill for her, he'd die for her-- but Fez didn't grow up in an expressive environment, especially for something as sappy as love. He loved Ashtray, loved his grandmother, loved his friend Rue but he would never actually say it to them and it was kind of the same with his girl. She was the first to say it and it'd been that way ever since.

Though she didn't mind saying it first, it didn't bother her, but it did bother him a bit. He noticed he was taking too long to answer, he swallowed the three words and instead asked, "You think we can smoke before? Or we gon' be late?"

Alicia looked at her phone for the time. "Ou yikes, maybe we'll smoke in the car."

She grabbed her purse and stuffed her phone inside, she called out to Ashtray letting him know that they were leaving and promising him a goodie bag when they got back. The couple were all giggles on their way to the venue and once they arrived they were both high as kites, but it was okay because it was mostly a family wedding and they all knew the deal. They walked in holding hands being greeted by her aunts and other cousins along with a few uncles, Fez wasn't one for socializing so Alicia did most of the talking and then it was time to be seated inside.

The decorations were beautiful, the two bridal parties looked amazing, she nodded at her cousin for always having good taste. It caused her to wonder. "Do you wanna do this one day?" The question caught Fezco off guard, he didn't really think that far ahead. "I mean, I can't, I'm not a lesbian." He joked. Alicia tried her best to stifle a laugh but failed. "You're so stupid."

The music for the bride's entrance began to play, and everyone stood to their feet and faced the aisle. The ceremony was beautiful, they had a lot to say about how in love they were with each other and it did cause Fez's mind to wander whether he and Alicia would be up there themselves confessing their love in front of people that they also loved. What would he say? What would she say? He glanced over at her, she was completely sucked into the words being spoken. He raised their moulded hands and kissed her knuckles pulling her out of her trance, she smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

The ceremony quickly transferred over to the reception and they smoked again before the food came out. The table was engaged in their own conversations while the two kind of munched in silence. Once everyone ate the dance floor was up for grabs, they stayed behind for a bit and watched everyone else. She looked over at Fez and asked, "You think Ash is okay?"

"Yeah bro, he's responsible enough."

Alicia stood and smoothed out her dress. "I'm gonna see if I can find a container or something to put food in for him." He nodded watching her walk away a small smirk appearing on his face. "Fezco," Someone called out, he looked over to see Alicia's cousin coming over. "Who knew there'd be a day I'd see you in a suit boy!" She laughed. "Yeah, my baby got me together."

"I see that. Where is she?"

"Gettin' food for Ash. Aye, congratulations by the way."

They dapped each other up. They were pretty cool with one another, she was the first to know about Fez when they started dating. "Thanks, man. Look, have a good time aight, I gotta go look for my wife." She left him alone for a while, and the song changed to a slow one he recognized this one though-- it was Melt by Kehlani. Alicia loved this song and right on queue, she was coming back from her hunt for food. "I can't believe they actually had a container."

Fez didn't give her a chance to sit instead he stood up and tugged her onto the dance floor with everyone else. She was surprised, to say the least, he was a pretty shy person and if they ever went to a party he'd just stand to the side and watch her have a good time, never actually participate. "Fezzy... are you okay?" She planted her palm on his forehead in a playful manner. "I'm good ma."

"Hm." She was starting to wonder what he was up to, but for now, enjoyed a slow dance with him. Until she realized something. "We ain't kissed all night."

Fez chuckled at the random outburst, he leaned forward pressing his lips against hers her hand resting on the back of his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Their lips going together like two puzzle pieces, she leaned back separating them but not too far, their noses still touching.

"I love you, baby." He did it. He said it first. Alicia was stunned, she was happy, she was sprung.

She delivered another quick smooch before replying. "I love you too, honey."'

I think I'm only gonna upload on weekends :/ I dont want to, I like uploading through the week but yall a bitch is tired fr. I only got to do this cus I had the day off. But I'm still trying to figure out some type of schedule

Also, I've been writing nothing but fluffy shit and some smut, and as much as I love romantic, cute, corny fluff. I wanna write something toxic 😏, something messy 😏 but again don't know what. we'll see. Uploading Spooky this weekend tho anyway if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. comment and reblogs help and as always be cool 🤝

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favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

being corpse husband’s daughter would include part 2

[steve-harringtons-lover]

Masterlist!

Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era):

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Lavender Brown

Ginny Weasley

Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Cedric Diggory

Fleur Delacor

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Older Colin Creevey

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Regulus Black

Lily Potter

Scream(1996):

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy

Dally

Soda

Darry

Two-Bit

Steve

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Dead Poets Society:

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Steven Meeks

Chris

Pittsie

Knox

Cameron

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B. Rutledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Hayward

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Eleven (Jane)

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

The Mighty Ducks:

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks

Jesse Hall

Greg Goldberg

Connie Moreau

Guy Germaine

Julie Gaffney

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Luis Mendoza

Dwayne Robertson

Ken Wu

Russ Tyler

Lester Averman

Community:

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Britta Perry

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

That '90s Show:

Leia Forman

Jay Nelson

Nate

Gwen Rnuck

Ozzie

Niki

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Donna Pinciotti

Jackie Burkhart

Steven Hyde

Fez

Michael Kelso

Dazed and Confused:

Randall 'Pink' Floyd

Don Dawson

Slater

Kevin Pick ford

Michelle

Mitch Kramer

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I will write Character x OC and Character x Reader

I will NOT write going to 'paris' with the Weasley twins or SMUT

Requests can be made on my page

Please be kind<33

[eddiesblklvr]

FOREVER HIS GIRL. | FEZCO O’NEILL

PAIRINGS: fezco (euphoria) x blackwoman!oc

SUMMARY: paris and fezco have been best friends for ten years. four out of those ten years, they’ve been very obvious and open about their love for each other

WARNINGS: fluff, angst if you squint, cursing, mentions of sex, the c word, fighting (flashback)

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

SKYE’S NAV. | FEZCO O’NEILL M.LIST | REQUESTS

for years, everyone knew that fezco and paris had feelings for each other. though neither of them said anything to the other or anyone else, that didn’t stop people from believing that they were together. they never announced their feelings or went on a date or anything like that, but they had an unspoken agreement that they were each other’s, and everyone around them knew that.

ashtray was the main one to speak on it, sometimes getting angry or annoyed at the pair for not saying anything.

“i’m so fuckin’ sick of y’all.”

“will y’all quit eye fuckin’ and go out already?”

sometimes he’d even threaten his brother into at least asking paris out on a date, though it never worked because ash would never purposely hurt fez.

maddy was just as bad as ash was, if not worse. she’d constantly show up at the store teasing either one of them about their “situationship”. it never annoyed fez, never once did he get angry about the truthful rumors of him being in love with paris, he would often laugh about it.

paris never did either, which convinced everyone even further into believing that they were dating.

she was everything anyone ever wanted, maddy and cassie even fantasized about being with her. she had the face, the attitude, the body, the style, most people dreamed of being her. all of those things made people envious of fezco for being the one to get her, although no one at east highland caught her attention or would even know what to do with her.

those were a few reasons why she chose to continue whatever she had with fez instead of going for someone else. he knew her inside and out. he took whatever free time they had to get to know her and memorize all of her.

paris was the only person he ever saw himself being with. in the past ten years, they’d gone through a ton of shit together. they even gave each other their first time at 16 years old.

they never got together after that, just continued to be best friends while…having sex.

-

as soon as the last bell rings, paris is throwing her bag over her shoulder and quickly walking out of the classroom. she’d been talking to fez all throughout the day and was excited to see him again. she runs (as fast and as careful as she could in heels) down the hallway and out the front doors, immediately locking eyes with her best friend. her smile widens, giving the world the view of her pearly whites as she quickly walks into fez’s arms, hugging him close and tight around his shoulders.

“wassup,” fez’s slow, smooth voice sounds through her ear and paris can feel him smiling.

“hi.” after a few more seconds of rocking from side to side, the two of them finally pull away, but keep each other in arms length.

fez has his hands resting on her hips as he looked over her outfit. “where you find this at?” he asks her, rubbing her hips over the material of her pants. ***

“hm,” paris looks down at herself, pouting as she thought over where she got her outfit from, “i don’t remember, actually.”

“c’mon,” he tells her before pushing himself off of the passenger side door, silently opening it for her. paris thanks him as she slides in the car and buckles herself in, looking in the backseat at ash as fez closes the door on the driver’s side.

“hi, ashy.” ashtray nods in response just as fez gets in the car himself.

the ride back to the shop is full of paris going on about what happened at school, most things fez and ash didn’t at all care about. but of course, fez didn’t say anything, he liked to listen to her voice, and he liked to listen to her get excited to tell him a certain thing.

“oh! oh, my gosh, so kat likes this dude named ethan — you know who that is?”

“nah,” fez replied, glances over at her before she continued on with her story.

“she told us that she didn’t like him at all, which is stupid because he’s really sweet and i can tell that he really likes her but she likes having sex with other people so,” paris rolled her eyes as she lifted fez’s hand off of his lap to play with the rings on his fingers. “anyways, she said that he ate her out in the bathroom last saturday at the party.”

paris gave fez a disgusted, deadpanned look, looking back at ash who has his face scrunched in distaste. “that’s so disgusting, i don’t trust random people’s bathrooms. it may look clean but what if they just wiped it down with a paper towel? it’s a hell no for me.” paris let out a long, audible sigh before turning to look back at ash again.

“how was your day?”

“same as every other day.” ash shrugs before turning away to look out the window.

“what else happened today?” fez asked, intertwining his fingers with paris’ on her lap.

“i think maddy and nate got back together. fuckin’ disgusting. i hate him with everything in me.” fez shakes his head as he pulls up outside of the shop. he gets out and walks over to paris’ side of the car and opens the door for her.

“you gon’ help me with this shit today, mama?”

mama. he’s been calling her that since the night they first slept together, it still manages to send butterflies floating in the pit of her stomach.

“of course, i help you every day.”

-

paris was at maddy’s house along with cassie, lexi, and bb, texting fez the entire time. she was slightly irritated that bb was there since she didn’t really like her. she felt as though her personality was fake and forced. plus, bb doesn’t like fez and always speaks badly about him, resulting in paris actually beating bb’s ass and dragging her a few inches across the room by her hair.

it happened at her house last year.

-

paris had invited fez, maddy, cassie, and bb over to her house to hang out. she thought they’d all get along fine, and for the most part they did. everyone except bb. she would continuously make little digs at fez about his hair, or his style in clothing, his job, where he lives, just anything that she thought would piss him off.

it didn’t work. fez never cared for people talking badly about him, but if they were talking about paris and her friends, or the people he loved and cared about, he’d go to war for them.

“why’d you drop out of school? didn’t you have, like, two years left?” bb asked, wanting to find another reason to fuck with him.

“why you worried ‘bout me for?”

“just wondering why paris would want to be around someone like you.” bb shrugs him off as if it was no big deal, as if what she said wasn’t rude and disrespectful.

“hey, where’s your, like, parents and stuff? for the last couple of years i have only ever seen you with your bitchy brother.”

“bb,” paris’ tone raised as she attempts to warn the girl, “you say something else and i can’t promise that i won’t put my hands on you.”

“why do you like them so much anyway, paris? they’re just two junkie ass drug dealers with no future—“ bb barely got to finish her sentence before paris stood up.

“okay. bitch,” paris pauses as she speed walks across her room over to the seat bb in seated on, “shut up,” she says as her fist connected to the side of the girl’s face. she didn’t back away afterwards or let her stand up, just continued to punch the girl on the side and back of her head since she couldn’t get to her face. she eventually pulled the girl by her hair to stand up only to shove her body back on the floor again.

“aye! it ain’t that serious. c’mon, chill out, mama,” fez says, speaking loudly over cassie and maddy’s surprised yelps and bb’s pleads for paris to stop. his hands wrap around paris’ waist as cassie holds onto bb. when paris’ arms were unable to reach her, she threw her leg out and kicked her head over.

“learn to watch your fuckin’ mouth, cunt,” paris tells her, as fez sits back down on the couch in her room. just as paris was going to move off of his lap, he pulls her tighter in his arms.

“nah, i can’t trust you’ll sit there and stay.” paris smacks her teeth in response as she rolls her eyes.

“i like sitting right here anyway.”

-

fezco and ashtray were the only two people she would do that for. she wasn’t scared to get her hands dirty, ever. she kept her nails short just incase she had to do it again to someone else.

“are you finally dating fez?” maddy asks, looking at herself through the mirror as she tries on a few lingerie pieces she bought.

“god, let’s hope not.” bb mutters, scratching her forehead as she drops her chin.

“and let’s hope i don’t gotta fuck you up again, okay, bb?” paris gives her a faux smile before turning her attention back to maddy. “i thought one black eye and a busted lip was enough?”

“you only won because i was high.”

“you want me to beat your ass again, bitch?” paris responds, already sitting up just incase.

“why do you guys even hang out with each other if you hate each other that much?” cassie asks, looking between the two girls bickering back and forth.

“i’m leaving anyway, fez is here.”

“ooh, what are y’all gonna do?” paris just shrugs them off with a seductive look on her face as she grabs her purse and makes her way out of the house.

fez is just as happy as she is to finally be able to see each other again. they’ve both been really busy, her with school and fez with his job, they couldn’t really make time to see each other.

“why you always gotta do me like that, mama?”

“like what?” she asks, walking down the sidewalk and towards him.

“the shit you got on.” ***

“what? you don’t like it? take me home so you can take it off me,” she tells him, putting a playful sexy look on her face as she wraps her arms around his neck, softly pressing a kiss to his lips.

“nah, it’s cute. you look good.” he has his hands trailing up and down her body as a smile takes place of his rested lips.

“what’s funny?”

“nothing. c’mon, let’s go.”

-

paris lets out one last moan before she lazily falls on top of him, fez’s now soft cock still seated nicely inside of her. they laid there in silence as they took time to catch their breaths.

paris has been silently thinking about whatever they had going on for a while, and while she knows fez loves her, she doesn’t understand why that’s not enough for her to officially be his.

she draws random patterns on his chest as she goes over what she wants to say, if she ever will say anything.

“what you thinking about, mama?” she’s usually never this quiet after sex so he knows something’s off.

paris let’s out a frustrated sigh as she sits up and lifts herself off of him, sitting on his thighs after he situations himself against the headboard of his bed.

“i want to ask you something but i need you to be completely honest with me, okay? even if it hurts my feelings.”

fez furrows his brows as he looks up at her. nonetheless, he nods.

“do you love me?” paris whispers, biting her lip as if she’s embarrassed of even asking such an obvious thing.

“you know i love you, ma.”

“no, but are you in love with me?” she’s desperate and she’s pleading that he gives her the answer she wants.

“yeah,” fez tells, not wasting a single second to reassure her.

“then why—” she pauses, pushing her palms into her eyes as an attempt to stop the tears from brewing, “why is that not enough for me to be yours? why am i not enough for you, fez?”

“mama, who told you that shit?” she doesn’t answer, looking away from him so she wouldn’t completely break down in front of him. “i love you to death, ma. i’ll jump in front of a bullet for you type shit. just ‘cause there’s no title to what we got goin’ on, don’t mean i don’t love you.” fezco places his hands on her puffy cheeks and gently wipes away the tear streaks trailing down her cheeks.

“okay,” paris nods, sniffling a little while glancing between his chest and eyes, “so, um, does this mean i’m your girlfriend now?”

fez laughs, his tongue poking through the gaps of his teeth. he pulls her face closer to his and connects their lips together. there’s no aggression or tension, no hunger, just their lips pressed against each other’s.

“you might as well be my fuckin’ wife.”

[cloveroctobers]

Fezco X sister!reader like add her to his backstory or like maker her own backstory yk- like imagine for episode 2 or sumn. I love your fez imagines btw

What it is — fez x sisterOC x cassie

A/N: thank you 😊 this will be written a little different since me writing fez as a sibling as the main focus is different for me 😆 but it also gives me a chance to write for Cassie although she’s slightly on my shit list after episode two tbfh. Anyways hope you enjoy this documentary style piece which was also inspired by the documentary I watched last night before I watched euphoria, “Adrienne”

WARNINGS: Nate being a possessive psychotic piece of trash :) , written interviewer/documentary style by a later possible oc if/when I write a Elliot piece, language, + graphic imagery if you get squeamish. Small italics/bold = oc for Elliot speaking & Italics is rue speaking.

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This is the story of Ivory also know as “Vori” by the rest of us and “Ivy” by her brothers. It does not end well or the way that it should’ve.

What was your relationship to Ivory?

Fez doesn’t hesitate to answer, “that’s family, always was and always will be. The universe picked me to be the big brother to two-three people and I’m forever grateful for that time.”

Vori had her own mind and spoke it often. Most of the time I think she said shit just to get a reaction out of you…since majority of the time when she finished saying what she had to say, she would gaze at you as if she was analyzing you before you responded. It was weird as fuck at times or maybe it was just me! since I’m always paranoid when I’m high and my mind is always running like a black eyed peas track.

What was she like?

“Nothing you can imagine,” Jules held the stare of the interviewer for a few moments, “She was confident, head always up and never down. I often joked with her that her and Maddy needed to have a runway battle against each other in the hallways. Yet Vori was so flat footed, seriously. Her feet would slap against the floor, almost like she would have to drag them with each step but it somehow still looked professional? It’s weird I know. Everything she did she made it her own.”

Just like anyone, Vori most likely had her own flaws. Sure she walked with her tribal tatted shoulders relaxed, golden curly long hair bouncing with each step. Beauty is subjective but I always thought she was secretly this mythical creature—I already told you that she always stared at people strangely like she could figure them out if you just gave her the time.

Did you notice any insecurities with Ivory?

Maddy frowned as she looked around, “I don’t know, we’re fucking teenagers. It’s possible yeah. She was stunning though but never paid too much attention to herself—of course you could tell she took care of herself very well but that bitch made me question my sexuality for sure. The Beyoncé locks, the feline features, the height, the muscular body, the tatts, bronzed glowy skin, and the face card without even trying? Don’t play with her. And that’s coming from me, a certified pretty bitch.”

Vori didn’t pay much attention to her physical features. Sure the very first time she had the chance to get in front of a mirror, she analyzed herself too, to see what other people saw: the large ears hidden behind her thick hair whenever she decided to pull her hair back, the wide bridge nose with a bulbous tip, and full heart shaped lips…but there was more to her than just her appearance. She had other things to worry about growing up on Skid Row with a mother who turned to prostitution just for her and her siblings to eat. Vori had blood siblings before she came into Fez’s life but she never talked about them.

It was probably too fucking traumatic to. The story goes: (in which Vori ran it down to me one night) she was of Samoan heritage originally born in Hawaii then raised in Canada until her father got locked up. Don’t ask me what he did but clearly it was bad enough to where her mother relocated Vori and her four sibs back to the states. Her mother was originally from Georgia and considered going back there until her own mother’s thoughts haunted her.

So she chose Texas for about a year and that left her with four children to look after instead of five. Vori apparently had a older brother but once they got to Texas…everything changed as it always seemed to for her. In her words, she no longer had a brother. “He’s not dead, I’d know if he was but I don’t have one anymore.” Was her words on the subject.

Then that left Vori to be the eldest sibling while still being a kid her damn self. That’s usually how it is. Her connection to fez was through her mother, her mother knew fez’s mother when she stripped part time when the streets weren’t looking so hot for her. Fez never knew his mother but Vori vaguely did. Marie, Fez’s grandmother, who adored her daughter and got to know Vori’s mother briefly brought her back home one night in which she met Vori carrying a baby on her hip and holding another one’s hand.

Marie could tell something was wrong with the rising fire in both of her eyes, which were two opposite colors. One eye was so dark, the color of black motor oil, and the other so bright green it reminded her of spring rain. Vori’s shirt was ripped and hanging off one shoulder, while her chest was covered in bloody scratches. Marie noticed that Vori would look over her shoulder towards a tent every few seconds until her mother climbed out the car.

“Everything alright, honey?” Marie was the first to ask, leaning over the console to look at the girl who set her eyes on the blonde woman.

Vori stepped back from her mother cradling her face, which Marie also noticed. Vori’s mother quickly snatched the baby from her arms and spun to face the woman in the car.

“We’re good. These are my kids, Ivory’s the eldest, she takes care of things while I’m workin’. She’s a fast learner and these are my other two and I’ve got one more in the house that shouldn’t be alone right now.” She sent a stern look at Vori who matched the stare, “we best get goin’. Say goodnight to Ms. Marie, babies. Thanks again for the ride.”

It only took one day for Marie to come back. She thanked the woman upstairs that she did, after getting her money that she was owed that afternoon, she drove back to the familiar street in search of the tent she stored in her memory. Vori was being dragged from the tents by her thick curly hair and most watched on or pretended not to hear. It was a man that pulled her along and it didn’t take long for Marie to hop out the car with her shotgun to take the girl into her care.

Marie didn’t have time to ask too many questions, all she saw was a girl being manhandled in a shitty situation she didn’t ask for and she did what she thought was best. “You’re coming with me, ivy baby. Where’s everyone else?”

A shake of her head was all Marie needed to know. A brief search in the tent while Vori grabbed her things and a few sentiments, Marie saw more blood from splattered to pooling and already assumed the worst for Vori’s family. So Marie took her home to meet her boys: Fez, who was confused but gentle on his approach and Ashtray who seemed to cross his chubby baby arms in annoyance.

It was rocky in the beginning with Vori’s abandonment issues, picking fights with the boys, running away for half the night, and wondering if this was temporary but she learned to adjust once she realized this was home now.

What did she enjoy doing?

Kat laughed after pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, “a lot of things. Everyone knows that she kept in shape, broad shoulders and nice abs. She’s the fastest person I know in our entire school but she quit the track team after two weeks since she didn’t like the way the coach was barking at everyone. She was all, ‘I’m on my own team.’ And I think that says enough.”

“Fez and I are were the best in math. Ivy on the other hand? She scrambled numbers up easily…so fucking easily. She was more on the science whiz level, so she was smart in that way. Not some dumb athlete like the motherfuckers who thought they knew her like to say. She also loved mysteries, solving them. Fuck. Clue and Candyland are her favorite board games.” Ashtray spoke before falling silent, lost in thought before he slammed his hands down on the table in anger.

What do you think happened on January 3rd?

Rue sniffed then pressed a palm right on top of her hoodie as she pushed her lips out before answering, “I think we already know what happened considering who’s in jail right now, no? I also think you should ask Cassie that.”

Kat rubbed at her arms feeling uncomfortable at the shift in questions, “I…don’t think two people…the only two people that are alive are telling the whole truth? I look into conspiracy theories sometimes and people talk around here of course. Vori was a cool person, I never had any problems with her. She was like this Amazon goddess. Maybe we weren’t the best of friends like her and Cass but she didn’t deserve what she got. That’s what I know.”

“I think we’re in a corrupt system and people need to stop holding the jacob’s family to such a high fucking standard. They’re not good people,” Jules muttered, “they ruin everything they touch or get near. They did it to Maddy, me, Cassie and Vori. Except now, one of us is dead.”

Maddy popped her lips after sitting quiet for some time at the question. She then began rolling her neck as she pointed a finger at the camera, “I think Nate and Cassie are fucking liars and I told the detectives that. I just find it so ironic that Vori texted me asking if we could meet up so she could talk to me about something important. I kept calling her just like I did Nate and Cassie that night. The only difference is Vori’s call kept getting dropped. It would only ring for a little bit and then disconnect. She knew something and she was going to come clean…which is something those backstabbing assholes couldn’t even do.”

“I think what happened resulted in a unfortunate tragedy,” Lexi was careful with her words, “it was a accident and my sister also fell victim to Nate Jacob’s ways. I don’t blame Fez or Ash for getting justice. You’ll do anything for family if you love them enough.”

Elliot pinched at his nose, “I know I lost a friend that night. And I know when we did get the chance to have conversations…she would tell me that she had so much love to give but was struggling to give it to the right people based on her own past. We’re all fucked up, don’t get me wrong but I know for a fact that was directed towards that girl, the blonde…Cassie. Vori loved that girl but it’s clear Cassie craves validation from guys who only like to leech—to take rather than return the love she’s seeking.”

What was your reaction to hearing the news of Ivory’s untimely death?

Lexi rested a hand against her cheek, “I didn’t know what to say or what to think. I just needed to make sure my sister was okay first since they were becoming closer…and then fez.”

“Total disbelief. And when I got the details on how she was found…I just couldn’t believe it.” Kat answered, eyes wide.

Jules sighed, “it didn’t sound right to me from the very beginning. Rue was the one who told me, I thought she was shitting me because well…my girlfriend likes to exaggerate sometimes but when I pulled up I knew. Cops everywhere and the looks on both of her brother’s faces? I was positive the apocalypse was coming.”

“I asked questions. Cassie was moving funny and I pressed her because she’s been acting funny since New Years and I was sick of it. I just think Vori’s death pushed me to the edge. Especially since I knew she had to tell me something and my gut was telling me that it had something to do with a girl that I thought was my best friend, my soulmate.” Maddy shook her head, “and now we know the truth. Fuck Cassie and fuck Nate.”

Elliot rubbed at his face, “I was gutted. Vori was one of two of my best friends. She let me be me with no judgements. I kept calling her but he obviously there was no answer. I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope…she was so special. Came into my life before I got to know rue. I wish she could have stayed, you know?”

What happens now after the events that took place on January 3rd?

Fez pressed his tongue into his cheek, bare elbows pressed into the table in front of him as he moved to fold his hands together, the cuffs clinking as he did so. “My brother and I got justice for my sister. However it doesn’t bring her back but it’s bittersweet to know Nate jacobs wont be a problem anymore unless his brain suddenly becomes alive again. We both serve our time, Nate rots in a bed, and Cassie will get to live her life—not without the guilt eating away at her for however long she can take it.”

JAN. 3rd, 8:46PM

“Stay right there you log of shit.” Ivory warned, shotgun pressed right to Nate’s abdomen as he carefully held his hands up in surrender.

She saw Cassie take off into the construction of houses, away from Nate’s truck, and sure Ivory wasn’t aware of the context of what happened inside of the vehicle but she knew the girl she cared for was running for a reason. Ivory wasn’t going to question it much, she just hoped Cassie had some sense to call this quits tonight.

After all, Cassie did send her her location earlier that evening. Ivory knew Cassie felt safe with her and despite ivory knowing what Cassie was doing behind Maddy’s back, she still stood beside her. Ivory knew not to turn her back on Nate, he was a unhinged person and seemed to like the new features on his face that her big brother, Fez gave him. It seemed as if he wore it with pride tonight as she slowly backed away, a smirk appeared on his lips.

It was creepy as hell but ivory wasn’t afraid to pull the trigger either. When she created enough distance between them she began calling out to Cassie first before she took off into a sprint. Ivory could hear Nate doing the same; way behind her.

“Cassie,” Ivory breathed as she caught sight of the blond hiding behind the wall of a unbuilt house.

Cassie frowned, “Ivory, what’re you doing here?”

“You sent me your location and I had a feeling you’d be with Nate.” She stated, “I knew it wouldn’t be a one time thing with you two.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Vori?” Her defense was slowly coming up.

Ivory sighed, “can we discuss this someplace else? away from psycho nate? He’s running around here after you as if this is the hunger games and I’ll put him down if I have to.”

“He told me I was a mistake.” Cassie’s voice wavered.

“…after you told him that having sex with him was…? Why does it matter?” Ivory stepped closer and checked over her shoulder.

Cassie glared, “it matters because I said the action was a mistake not him. He said me as if I’m the problem here.”

“Fuck him. He’s got issues himself and he’s projecting on you, Cass. I told you that you needed to dead this shit but here we are—

Cassie’s eyes went wide and it took a mere second for Ivory to turn to meet Nate charging at her and she did not have enough time to cock her gun. Down to the floor the two went with Ivory’s head hitting the ground beneath her. Her vision spun along with the weight of the gun and Nate pressing into her torso.

Nate gritted into Ivory’s face, “looks like the only issue here is you.”

He yanked the gun from Ivory’s hands and tossed it to the side. Once he sat up with both knees around her hips, he then took his hands and wrapped them around ivory’s throat and squeezed.

Cassie let out a scream, “Nate! What the hell are you doing?! Get off her!”

That didn’t stop Ivory from fighting back, whacking her palms against Nate’s face and throat. That only made Nate laugh, although there was still some sort of power beneath her hands. Next he took her by the throat and began slamming her head repeatedly against the ground and not stopping even when she began to bleed.

“Stop it!” Cassie yelled, running over to pull Nate off her friend but he only shoved her to the floor too.

Nate replied, “you know…I’m getting real tired of this bitch that wants what’s mine. Can’t you see Cassie, she wants your sweet pussy as much as I do!? There’s no possible future for you two, never. I think we should do something about that, don’t you?”

He got to his feet while Cassie attempted to crawl over to ivory who seemed to be wheezing for breath as her vision was fading in and out to black. Cassie halted as soon as he went to stand over ivory and reached down to yank her up by the throat, before getting her into a headlock. Ivory thrashed against him but Nate could feel that she was getting weaker by the second and that brought him immense joy.

Watching his surroundings he dragged her to the edge, squeezing tighter and tighter to the point he was lifting her off her feet. Her elbows went to jam at his ribs but he only faltered a little with a laugh, the pain felt so good to him.

He wondered what Ivory was feeling in this moment.

“Nate! You’re gonna kill her, please stop!” Cassie yelled.

Nate stopped his movements looking at cassie, “do you want to be with me or her cassie? What if she tells Maddy about us, then what?!”

“She won’t.”

“I don’t know. I think she might, especially if you don’t give her some to get her to shut the fuck up! And that’s not something I’ll allow you to do. You’re my mistake, not her’s.” He told Cassie who was on her knees with tears streaming down her face.

Nate watched Cassie for a moment crying over someone who wasn’t all that important. She looked so beautiful, like a scared puppy.

“N-Nate. Vori is my friend, she won’t ever hurt me. She’s a good friend and she loves me and I love her—

Wrong words.

It all happened so quick with Nate quickly letting go of Vori’s body, which wobbled. He side stepped her, gripped her shoulders and shoved her back, leaving Cassie to watch in horror as Ivory’s body flew from their sight. The blonde teen scrambled to her feet to run to the edge, tears locked in her throat. And what she saw over the edge, she felt herself scream but couldn’t hear.

Nate scoffed out a laugh at the image of Ivory impaled on some wood, before her body fully dropped further to the ground with a loud crunch. He balled out a fist to block out the noise that wanted to escape his lips. When he turned back around, he saw Cassie running for the gun but he tackled her to the ground as she screamed and fought against him.

He gave her moment but when it seemed like it was taking too long for her to calm down, he knew the best way how. To put his mouth where he knew she wanted him the most.

What did the autopsy of Ivory reveal and why was this accidental death quickly switched to murder?

The medical examiner answered, “the police enforcement was so set on it being accidental based on the way in which they found the deceased. Ivory was found completely impelled by a wooden beam, it pierced straight through her aorta which should have killed her instantly. That was not the cause of death, her cause of death was her broken neck. The wooden beam showed smudges trailing downwards which indicates she stayed in the middle due to the force she fell or was pushed, before abruptly falling through. the beam was able to pass through tissues quickly enough to where she fell completely down. Once her head hit the ground, her neck was broken.”

“I believe it’s evident she was pushed, based on the amount of neck compression I was able to see from the outside and also internally. There was also blood and brain matter exposed from the area above in which ‘she fell’ or was pushed. Meaning the person that did this to her did not do a well enough job to clean the area above.” The medical examiner explained her findings.

Is there anything you’d like to say to Ivory?

Cassie was a full on a sobbing mess that Lexi had to console her sister and it took three takes for her to pull herself together. “I’m working on becoming a better person for…for not only you but for me. Losing you Vori, had changed my life and I’m so sorry. I wish this didn’t happen and that I listened better. Maybe you’d still be here and you’d be in my future but for now you’re genuine soul remains in my dreams.”

She pressed a kiss to her fingertips and then held them upwards before she felt herself breaking down once again.

Cassie is seen sitting beside Ivory on a couch, thighs touching and holding hands. Ivory is rolling her eyes at a outstretched freckled hand that tugs on one of her large ears covered in piercings.

“If you keep bothering me fez, you might turn up missing and ash won’t be here to save you.” She smacked his arm, leaning away into Cassie who laughed watching the two in amusement.

“Yeah aight.”

A voice cleared behind the camcorder gaining the attention of Ivory and Cassie, Cassie seemed ready for whatever was being taped, while ivory kept getting distracted by her brother.

“Everybody ready?”

“Yes, y/n.” Cassie nudged Ivory’s shoulder who sighed before taking a big gulp of her iced apple tea.

“So ivory, let’s start with you. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

Ivory threw her head back, “I HATE this question, y/n. I don’t even know where I’ll be tomorrow or the next few days! I’m just taking life as it’s throw at me.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” Cassie’s blue eyes stared into Ivory’s multi-colored ones, “it’s a brain teaser sure but it could be anything. I hope to be a pro figure skater for the Olympics and settled down by thirty at the least.”

Ivory hummed, “that’s the dream huh, cass?”

“Maybe.” Cassie smiled, “your turn.”

“I don’t know about settling down but sure I’d like to be in love someday.” The camera seemed to zoom in on Ivory who playfully side eyed Cassie before continuing, “I’d like to be far from this town, maybe take everyone that I vibe with here back to Hawaii where we can just be carefree. Living the true peace of island life. Career wise? I don’t freaking know, something with science. A conservationist? Who knows.”

Ivory smiled at the camera, “happy. I just want to have happiness and be happy in five years…there does that satisfy you, y/n?”

“Yeah,i guess that’ll do.”

Ivory scoffed at the camera then stuck her tongue out just as Cassie went to wrap her arms around her waist and Fez, Ash, Rue, Jules, and Elliot all jumped into their laps just as the film paused on their smiles, freezing this moment for what it is.

And what it was.

[pantherxrogers]

Don’t Worry About Me - Pt. 3

A/N: Soooo, this is another cliffhanger because I think this is slowly turning into a short fic. 💀This is a little bit angsty, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know if you’d be interested in a part 4. Hope you enjoy! Like/reblog/send requests/give feedback! I’m just going to keep using this GIF because that scene is what this is all leading up to. 🥵

Waking up to an empty bed in Fezco’s house was not an irregular occurrence. Normally, he’d wake up much earlier than you to head out and work the store front with Ashtray. 

Lying in bed, you smiled to yourself when you realized he’d put your bonnet on for you last night. You leaned over and cuddled into his pillow, reminiscing on the night before. Yesterday had been a whirlwind, but Fez always knew how to make everything better.

Your peace was soon disrupted when you heard muffled voices coming from the living room. You were puzzled because you’d assumed that Fezco had already left. 

Slipping your bonnet off, you peeled back the bedding and searched for clothes to throw on. Pulling open a drawer, you grabbed a pair of yoga pants and one of Fezco’s t-shirts. 

Easing the bedroom door open, you noticed that Fezco was whispering to whoever he was talking too. Weird. You slowly inched towards their voices. 

“Ash, look, I know issa problem, but else you want me to do?” Now, you were really confused. 

“I dunno, but this plan is dangerous, man. What if you get locked up? You know rich people got some fancy alarms and cameras,” Ashtray answered. He sounded nervous, making you want to step into the room and figure this out. 

“I know, I know. But ‘chu gotta promise me you won't tell Y/N. Ion want her worrying ‘bout me.” You halted and waited for Ashtray’s response. 

“Aight man. Look, I know you. You won’t change your mind, so there’s no point in me trying to argue wit’ you ‘bout it. You like a big brother to me, so be careful. Imma be waiting for you to get back.” 

You’d never heard Ashtray sound this sad before. Something must be seriously wrong here. 

“Ash, you know I gotta do this. I got make sure everything straight wit’ Mouse.” You didn’t hear a response, but heard them walk towards the front door.

You quietly ran back to Fezco’s bedroom, plopped down onto the bed, and stared up at the ceiling.

Why would Fezco keep something from you? Throughout your relationship, you prided yourself on being able to get him to open up to you. He always told you how he was feeling and what was going with his life.

“Must’ve tired you out pretty good last night, hmm?” Fezco teased and laid down next to you on the bed. 

You didn’t even have the energy to joke back with him. The suspense was eating you alive. You sat up and braced yourself for however this conversation was going to go.

“What were you talking about with Ashtray this morning?”

Fezco sat up to look you in the eye.

“So you eavesdropping on me now?”

“Fezco, I’m not joking with you. It sounded serious,” You let out a shaky breath. “I-, I know something isn’t right,” you began to whimper at the end of your sentence.

This is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Fezco wanted to keep you happy all the time. That’s why he kept this secret from you. He couldn’t give it up now.

“Baby, I keep telling ya not to worry ‘bout me. You know I always figure something out.”

 Now you were angry.

“Stop! Just stop trying to shield me from everything Fezco!” You stood up from the bed and started pacing.

“Listen baby, I-“

“No! I’m talking. You listen. You told Mouse that you were dealing at a party tomorrow night. I can understand lying to him, but lying to me too?! And then asking Ashtray NOT to tell me?! ME?!”

Angry tears were streaming down your face as you poured your heart out to the man in front of you. Your throat felt raw and your heart ached. You were hurt. Scared. Angry. This seemed like a betrayal.

“Ya gonna let me speak now?” As always, Fezco spoke to you in a calm voice. His blue eyes scanned over your face, waiting for a response. 

Putting your hands on your wide hips, you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and reluctantly nodded.

“Yeah, I lied ‘bout the party.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Aight, that’s enough.” Fezco pulled you down onto his lap, firmly gripped your hips, and stared deep into your eyes.

“I let you talk. Now, listen.”

Swallowing back a slick comment, you raised your eyebrow as a signal for him to continue.

“You da best thing that’s happened to me in a while. If I can help it, ion wanna stress you out ‘bout nothing. ‘Specially wit’ the stuff I got going on.”

“But baby, I’m already stressed out now. I know something serious is going on, and you’re hiding it from me.” You brought up a hand to rest on his cheek. He leaned into and closed his eyes. Pain was written all over his face, and it felt like there was a hole in your chest. 

He slowly opened his eyes, casting them downwards, and toyed with the fabric of your yoga pants.

“Aight, but jus’ know that I gotta do this.”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head. Brace yourself.

“When I got raided, we had to flush everything. Basically, the money went wit’ it. Now, I got nothing for Mouse.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I already knew that.”

“You ain’t let me finish.”

Folding your arms across your chest, you waited for him to continue.

“I gotta get ‘da money from somewhere else. I already got a plan, and I’m doin’ it alone. If I get caught, ion wanna bring nobody else down wit’ me.”

As the realization hit you, tears started streaming down your face. This could only mean one thing. Fezco planned on robbing a house, and there was nothing you could do to stop him. He‘s stubborn, and you know it.

But, so are you.

[pleasejustfuckinghugme]

Forever

episode one pt. one (word count: 928)

jacobs!oc x fezco

warnings: mentions of abuse and attempted rape, crude language

none of these characters are my own except for my oc

i saw a fic where the italics were rue’s narration so i stole that idea. credits to whoever came up with that. please send good vibes because i am new and have no clue what i’m doing lol

Nancy’s relationship with her brother was complicated. They didn’t talk often. If you were to ask their friends the two simply avoided each other at all costs. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence in the Jacobs’ household; Nate and his father got along just fine, and most likely said about two words to each other a week. But when the twins did talk to each other, if you were in the room, you had a front row ticket to a UFC match. Growing up among the same people for eighteen years of your life allows you to learn a couple of things, and I know that all the times that Nate, Nancy , and their father spent with each other, tiptoeing around secret romances and conflicting morals was never going to get a happy ending. At some point, the thinning ice that the Jacobs family treaded on was bound to break.

The cool breeze was refreshing as Nancy rode her bike down the slick, black pavement. Her hair flew behind her, still tangled and sticking up on the back of her scalp, and the dark circles under her eyes were in stark contrast to her bright green orbs. The wind was nipping at her skin, and it caused her nose to turn a light shade of pink.

Up ahead, a tiny gas station peaked from over the trees, and her heart began to beat just a little faster in her chest. Maybe she shouldn’t have come; this really was not a good idea. But she knew what Aaron was like when he didn’t get his drugs, and she refused to let herself deal with his bullshit during her final weekend before school started back up. Now she was here, at the renowned gas station, to buy drugs. Not how she thought her Saturday morning would go.

When she skidded to a stop in front of the store, she noticed a man sitting in the garage. He hadn’t seen her, his eyes focused on the phone in his hand. Taking her headphones out of her ears, she wandered over to him. Her hands were damp, and she rubbed the sweat off on her oversized t-shirt.

“Hey,” she croaked, before clearing her throat. “Fezco, right?” She glanced over to him but still trained her eyes on her fingers which fumbled with the hem of her shirt. He looked up at her, cool blue eyes tracing down her frame. This caused her to become even more self conscious; in her haste to get out of the house, she hadn’t even brushed her hair, and she still wore her pajamas.

“Yeah,” he replied coolly. His eyes locked on hers when she finally looked at him again. “What d’ya need, kid?”

“I’m, uh, looking for Ashtray?” she replied.

“He in da back over there.” Fezco pointed into the small gas station over by the drinks. As Nancy turned around to leave, his voice stopped her. “What ya need to see him for?”

This question caused her eyebrows to furrow as she turned to face him again. Why else would she be needing to see the ten year old except for some weed or whatever? When their pupils met, the man cocked up an eyebrow, clearly amused by the shocked expression on her face.

“Kid you ain’t in trouble I was jus’ wonderin’,” he said. “I ain’t ever seen you buyin’ drugs before. Jus’ Nate.”

Nancy rolled her eyes at that. Nate wasn’t exactly addicted to drugs like Aaron, but he was still a douche about every other week when he didn’t get his dose of weed. She knew that he would most likely throw a hissy fit if he knew she was at the station buying drugs, so she quickly mumbled to Fez, “Hey, please don't tell him I was here.”

The man laughed, eyes never leaving her figure.

His amused demeanor caused Nancy to shift uncomfortably on her feet. She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up, and she held her head down trying to hide it from him.

“Look, um,” she stuttered out. Her hands dug down into her pockets, and she fumbled out a crumpled up sticky note. She opened it up and handed it to him. “My other brother just wants me to get this stuff for him. I really don’t know what any of it means.”

Fezco stood up and shuffled over to her, taking the note. He nodded his head, looking up at her again. “Lemme get this stuff for ya, stay there.”

About five minutes later he came back out of the building, holding a plastic grocery bag in his hands. “Here ya go. Ya got da money for it?”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Nancy handed it over to him and apologized.

“Nah, you good, kid,” he reassured.

They looked at each other for a moment, and Nancy could feel her heart racing in her chest from his eyes gazing straight into hers. She knew that he was very handsome, he held a soft look on his face at all times which complemented his baby blue eyes. Rue talked about him quite often, and from what Nancy had heard, he was a sweet guy. Drugs were just his way of surviving after dropping out of high school. She gave him a soft smile, blood rushing to her cheeks when he returned it.

“Thank you, for this,” she held up the bag. “You saved my ass.”

He snorted, “No problem. I’ll see ya around?”

“Yeah,” she smiled at him again, hopping on top of her bike and riding away.

[wakandamama]

Rock a Bye (Part 9)

Reader and Fez starts journey to a new life when waiting to welcome a new life.

You wake up to Fezco kissing your forehead and retucking the blankets around you. You groan as your body sense you're awake and decided to radiate aches from your hips to your lower back to shoulders to chest.

"Hey." you croak out, you fumble your hand around until it connects with the remote to the heating pad and turn it on.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you up," Fez says, kissing your temple and you let out a hum then wince.

"It's fine. Can you move the heating pad back down? What time is it?" you ask and finally crack your eyes open as he takes the blanket off and does so.

"Like 9, Imma head over to the store for a bit. You should get back to sleep, I felt you movin' around all night last night," he says, sitting back on the bed to kiss you.

"I hate sleeping. I hate laying alone in this fucking bed all day and being stuck in this house all damn day," you grumble.

"I'm sorry Beautiful. I would kick it here all day with you but-"

"Yeah I know, you gotta work since I can't do shit. I'm so fucking useless."

"Hey! Don't say that. You working to keep our baby healthy, that more than enough. Just a few more months of this and you gonna be back up and runnin' round how you like too. You doin' so good baby, just keep holdin' on." he says, laying over to cuff your face and kiss away tears that forced themselves up at his encouragement.

"Okay. Thank you, Fez."

"It's my job. I love you."

"I love you too," you say after him. You guys kiss one more time before he gets up and heads out. You can only sigh and reposition your body pillow. Listening as he gathers his things and locks up the house, the birds outside silence for a moment at the smooth rumble of his car starting, The pop gravel between road and tire and then him driving off.

It had been only three weeks since Mouse's drive by and your forced bed rest. The last 21 days felt more like a blur of exhaustion, soreness, heartburn, tears, and boredom. You hug Fez's pillow as you think over what you could and couldn't do.

NO work or strenuous activity

NO high energy or abdominal exercises

No standing or walking for more than 30 minutes at a time

Restrictive diet

No hot or steamy baths or showers

Just lay there and be bored, sleeping and useless (well that's how it feels)

You finally decided to move around and sit in the living room for the day, the bed was just too vast and depressing. You get a little dressed up for just laying around the house. You put on an olive green sundress, those nice wool socks Rue got you and have Fez's red hoodie on hand for when you got cold. You huff by the time you're done getting dressed. You flinch as it seems the baby decided to wake up as well and them kicking sends aches across your back and hips.

"I love you so much baby, but you gotta chill. It may be 11 but it's too early for all this." you mutter, running your fingers over your stomach as you gather your phone and charger.

It takes you almost your whole 30-minute activity limit to get settled. You have your phone, a big bowl of cherry tomatoes a big ass bottle of both water and finally your laptop.

No more mopping and crying and being bored.

You were going to be productive!

You're going online shopping! You had a paper list with all the stuff for the baby and you had a few websites that would let you browse online for a decently priced wedding dress.

Yeah, you and Fez had the certificate and the rings and the same last name. But as soon as the baby comes out and both of you are considered healthy and happy. You are gonna hop in a white dress to marry your man and stick your tongue out at your mom and dad for doubting you and Fez's relationship.

So there you are, scrolling around adding up the prices of everything and adjusting plans when you had decided to put on a movie for background noise.

And somehow, you landed on the old cartoon movie Dumbo of all things. You could have picked Poetic Justice, Bronx Tale, Titanic, Just Wright, whatever Tyler Perry flick BET decided to play. But no. You choose Dumbo.

It was fine....at first.

You wiggled your foot to the cute little opening tunes of the old movie, you were more focused on deciding between newborn Huggies or newborn pampers. The cute little song about the Stork makes you feel a bit warm inside and glance over. You smile as the little animated mothers receive their babies but frown and force your eyes away as a sad Mrs. Jumbo was reaching for the babies but...but none were hers.

Your phone vibrates.

FEZY💙: You want that chicken Avocado salad from Cheesecake Factory?

Hell yeah, with some strawberry cheesecake too?

FEZY💙: Sure

I really, really love you

FEZY💙: Damn, guess I just gotta buy you cheesecake to get some love around here

YERRP!

FEZY💙: lol, see you in about 20 minutes.

😘😘😘

FEZY💙: ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

:You giggle at the text and go back to browsing. Glancing and giggling to see little Dumbo trip over his ears as he prances behind his mom in the parade scene, then refocusing your thoughts.

Should we even buy a crib online or just go to a furniture store?

I read that an empty crib is best for newborns to sleep in but these little stuffed pandas are so cute.

How many pacifiers do we need? Imma get like three packs to be safe.

Does the baby really need a onesie that will make them look a teddy bear? Possibly.

You're finally pulled form your thoughts by the front door being unlocked and Fez coming in with a bag of food.

"Hey Beautiful," he says, bending over the back of the couch and kissing your cheek. You cheese at him as he comes around and places the food on the coffee table. He gently lifts your legs, sits then places your calves in his lap and grabs the food.

"Hey Fezy." you greet back and he smiles to see you a bit perked up from your slump that morning. He hands you for salad and you raise an eyebrow at him and reach for the cake instead. He leans away with the cheesecake in hand when you try.

"Ain't your mama ever tell you to eat your food before dessert?" he teases and kisses the pout you send him.

"You know what? Ash is my favorite now, at least he gives me mozzarella sticks when I ask."

"That's after you begged him for ten minutes then said you'd name the baby after him."

"....You can't prove that." Fez gives you a knowing smirk and pulls out his phone, he flips through a few things, silently pushing the cheesecake further away and the salad towards you. He playfully clears his throat before reading off his phone.

"Aye, can sis have mozzarella sticks with her blood pressure thing? She has been buggin about mine for the last ten minutes. Never mind, the baby is named Ashley now, you're welcome. " he reads off and you stab a piece of the grilled chicken and turn to the TV to ignore him.

"Imma give that little boy five stitches on his forehead," you mumble over the bite and give a grin as Fez pats your leg and starts to eat his own food.

"Why you watchin this lil kid movie?"

"It's a classic and I like the music. Why you gotta peanut head?" you joke and snicker as he rolls his eyes.

"Wow that hurt my feelings." he deadpans and you wiggle your toes and watch as the clowns throw poor little Dumbo around.

"Ya know. I think a stuffed little elephant would be cute for the crib." you sniffle, a sudden wave a sadness and pity hitting you as the mouse helps clean up Dumbo to visit his mom.

"Yeah, it would be cute," Fez says as he swallows his food and peeks at your laptop. He looks up with concern as you sniffle harder and tears start down your face when poor little Dumbo climbs onto his mom trunk and she starts to sing that sweet little sad song.

"Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine"

"Y/n....Y/n why are you crying? Are you hurting?" Fez asks, worried at your sudden soft tears you and you give a little hiccup when he scoots closer and places one hand on the baby bump and one on your cheek.

"It-it's so sad. She, she just wanna be a good mama and protect her baby and-and this damn song." you start to cry softly and Fez sighs and moves you two around. You let you tears get soak on the shoulder of his shirt as he hugs you close and moves around to get the remote. Your breath hitches as he turns off the TV but the lyrics still linger in your mind

"You are so precious to me

Cute as can be

Baby of mine"

"I couldn't protect my babies, how am I gonna be a good mom if I couldn't even protect em..." you hiccup through a whisper. Fez kisses your head and rubs your sore lower back as your hand grasps the fabric of his shirt.

"Shush, it's not your fault. If anything it's mine. Please don't cry anymore Beautiful. Calm down." He comforts you and you shake your head and curls up.

"I should have done more to fought him off.

"Y/n stop."

"I should have worked less, eaten better, been overcautious and-and maybe- Stop!" Fez says sharply, his tone soften to shush you then he pulls you up a bit to look him in the face.

"You already the best mom our baby got. You fought for them and going through a lotta pain for the baby and you still wanna do more fo' em. That a lot more than my mom did. I'm the one that got Mouse caught up in your life, he's the one that sent that dude and shot up ya spot and made us...fuck...made us lose the other one."

"Not you Fez, me! I lost the other baby! I was the one who felt it leave and my body wasn't enough! Don't try and guilt me and say it's your fault! What did you lose?! I... and-and....shit..shit I'm sorry. I-"

"No, it was on your mind. You had to say it. I know whatchu mean." Fez comforts you, you shake your head and try to pull away.

"I'm feeling way too much right now. That wasn't right for me to say"

"I know." He says again. Pulling you back close and laying your two's forehead on one another.

"I know losing the twin hurt you too. I...I just got really upset for no reason. I knew saying that hurt." you croak out and he sighs.

"Yeah..it did. But you're hurtin' a lot too... You do know your gonna be a good mom right? Yo gonna be the best." he says and you give a small grin and hum.

"You're gonna be a great dad. A big old papa bear," you mumble and Fez smiles.

"I hope so," he says, letting you sit back up and wipe your face before you start to eat again.

"I know so."

💙💙💙💙

The early light of dawn was no help in warming up the chilly late-fall morning and even little in helping Fezco perk up.

Last night was horrible.

Two months and a half had passed since the drive-by, you could have the baby at any time now. It was really starting to hurt and stress Fez out see you so tired and emotional all the time. Your blood pressure decided to fuck up and now you were on full bed rest. You couldn't even help set up the nursery. The moment you cut open the box of soft baby toys you busted into tears then had another fit of worry and self-doubt.

Then last night happen.

No matter how long you cuddled both him and a heating pad. No matter how long he massaged your back and no matter how many tears you cried and ice you chomped on to stop the pain. It wouldn't stop. The extreme tenderness and weakness of the last two and a half months had spiked up to increasing cramping, feeling hot and even more exhaustion. It woke you up at three in the morning and made you wake Fezco up to help at 3:30.

Now it was 8:30 in the morning now and, if anything, the pain stagnated to a barely tolerable level. Fez really didn't want to leave you, but you knew him with his- I'm chill but hovering- self would cause you to be irritable and say things you didn't mean again.

"How long you gonna be at the shop today?" you ask in a tired croak and Fez purses his lisp and sighs out a small cloud of cold as he starts to unlocks the gates on the store.

"Imma close when I go get Ash from school. So I'll be back witcho bout 3 or four." Fezco says and winces when you hiss out a grumble of soreness in turning over in bed.

"Who the fuck is buying drugs at 8 in the morning?"

"You'd be surprised." Fez laughs dryly and you hum then hiss.

"You try walkin' around a bit. I know the doctor said don't but, around the bedroom and halls shouldn't hurt right?" Fez suggest and you shrug and sigh.

"I think it will be alright. I do wanna move around."

"I think try it. Just don't go down the stairs."

"Auntie L is coming over with some stuff for the nursery. She text me a little after you left" you mutter and Fez bites his lip.

"Bout what time?"

"Noon, she's gonna bring lunch," you say grunting to sit up.

"You know how to use the switch right? I really don't want you goin' down dem steps by yo self." Fez says and shoulder fall when you give a frustrated sigh.

"I know. I know...ow...just...just 2 more weeks until the induce right?" you huff and Fez nods and rubs his head.

"You can do it. You're a strong mama." Fez says and gains a small smile at you tired laugh.

"Thanks. Imma talk to you later. We Love You." you say, shuttering a huff and rubbing a circle on your belly.

"Love ya'll too."  you hang up and Fez lights up a smoke and just leans his back against the gate.

Fezco was getting antsy. He didn't want to admit it, but he was.

Fezco also can't lie and say he hadn't been venting to a semi-annoyed Ash in big, worried, smoke-through-three-Swisher Sweets rambles, cause he was. He was also worried about Mouse and his boys. Guy had gone radio silent it seemed. The only thing Fezco seemed to get from the man was his supply and a present for you and the baby.

Fezco perks up from his stand-n-smoke when a clean, white Mercedes pulls up in the StoreFront drive-through. The passenger side window rolls down and Fez nods when he sees it's Guy. He walks over to the window and Guy smirks.

"Mr. Valentine. How do you do? How's Y/n?"

"You got they bitchass yet?" Fezco asks, blowing out a quick cloud of smoke and Guy nods.

"What do you think I here for? I'd keep the shop closed for today. We're going on a ride." Guy says and Fez is quick to hop in and the two pull off.

"Where you find him at?" Fez asks as Guy drives them out of the main part of town to the south side where there were storage units.

"You find with bastards like Mouse, they are mama's boys. Mother just to have happened to live in Sacramento. He's gonna be just a bit beat up when you see him, it was hard for him to take a little nap on the drive to here." Guy says. Fezco shrugs and blows out his last cloud of smoke.

"I really don't give a fuck about him. I'm cool with just shootin' ole dude in the face and calling it a day. Go home and be wit Y/n, if we being honest." Fez says. Guy has to hold back from hitting the brake, he gives a confused and slightly angered side glance at the ginger.

"Mouse ordered the hit on you guys! He pulled a drive-by on you!"

"All Mouse did was insult me and shot at me. I've dealt with his mouth and his guns before. Dude shot me and wanted me dead. So, Imma shoot him 'til he dead. Simple. It's that Tanner muthafucka that Imma beat until all that's left is teeth. He's the reason one of my babies is dead. He's the reason Y/n's in so much pain. He ain't have to do what Mouse said, be he did. So, after we cap Mouse, find Tanner." Fez says and Guy gives a sigh and turns down the gravel road.

"Well, you already did that."

"What?"

"In tracking Mouse down, I got info. When they were leaving town they dumped him in front of the ER. He was DOA, blinded by bleach and his nose fractured into his fucking brain. You wanna beat a dead man Fezco? How princely of you." Guy says voice teasing and Fez shrugs.

"Good, he can't hurt my family then." is all Fez lets out as his body relaxes.

Guy nods and parks the car. The two get out and he leads Fez down the path to the farthest unit and pops off the padlock.

"Not even a prayer on your lips?"

"I gotta angel coming in about three weeks. Don't worry about me." Fez says and Guy opens the door.

Mouse sits tied with a chain to a chair and his hands zip-tied, head with a gash. He woozily looks up at Fez and scowls.

"Bitchass." Mouse growls and sluggishly tires to move.

"Yeah, dude ain't worth it," Fez says and before Mouse can run his mouth, Fez pulls his gun from his waist and let's go the full clip of rounds on Mouse's body. Guy jumps a bit and holds his hands over his ears at the loud shots. Fez's arm is stiff and the gun cocked to the side and casually as he sprays 15 shots into the old Drug Lord. His gun smokes heavily in the cold once the deed is done. Mouses body folds over limply.

Fez lets out just one deep breath. He calmly turns the gun up and hands it to Guy. Fully done with the weapon he'd been forced to carry for the last 15 years of his life in dealing with Mouse.

"Thanks. Now take me home to my baby."

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 6

[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]

Word Count:  6.7K

A/N:  I am now inspired to write again because a tweet said that Disney+ had hella issues on the date it dropped and 10 million people still stuck around to watch it.  I’m taking that same energy with me.

“Mara, I won’t ask you again.”  Erik says sternly.  Kimara looks around casually, glad that they are at least located in a public place...though he still doesn’t seem to care.

“MARA!”  Erik barks.

“Don’t cause a scene!  Damn, you have absolutely no common sense!”  She hisses as an elderly white couple looks away and walks faster down the path.  A breeze starts to pick up in the air, causing the treetops to dance in the distance.

“Really?  All I got is common sense when I hear you tryna pull a fast one on me.  And to bring someone I respect in on this, that’s fuckin low!”

Kimara adjusts her seating on the bench as the metal digs into you thigh meat.  “Respect??  Oh please, you were just knocking him on some petty shit last week!  And I didn’t mean to!  Ok?  I’m sorry!”

“For what?  I need specifics, lay out the entire situation for all the other nosy white folks walkin round the park today.  They wanna see someone act a fool, I’ll give it to them if you keep pussy footin around.”  Erik leans back on the bench, spreading his chest wide with pride as he stares her down.  She can’t stand him.

Kimara lets out a sigh, laying one hand on his inner thigh for extra focus.  “I am sorry...for putting you through so much pain and agony.  I know how much the relationship means to and I shouldn’t have put it in danger by getting myself involved without talking to you first.  And even then, I should’ve known better.  I couldn’t even enjoy it without thinking about you and what you would think.  So...never again.  I promise.”

Erik scratches his chin, bouncing his leg before dipping his head down to look at Kimara over his fake gold rimmed eyeglasses with matronly contempt.  “Long as you learnt never to watch Euphoria without me, we good.”

Kimara squeezes his leg, letting out a huge sigh of relief.  “Thank God.  You really bout to cut me over Fez and Rue huh?”

Erik sits up, clapping his hands together.  “They are the true OTP if I ever seen one.  They ain’t even gotta be intimate or whatever, just the fact that someone been through her journey and is now doing everything to help clean her up while the forces of small white town bullshit enable her is...poetry dawg.”  Erik leans back shaking his head in awe.

“Babe, you are sappier than a maple tree in the summertime.”  Kimara shakes her head, the loveliness of their conversation filling her head like a delicious fog she didn’t want to ever see the end of, but Erik’s lunch break was almost up.

Erik kisses her softly, making Kimara wipe the transfer of her gloss off his lips.  

“Uh uh!  Don’t worry bout all that baby.  If that shit makes your lips as good as I like, I could use some too.”

“You so stupid!”  Kimara cackles as they both get off their bench and walk side by side: his hand on her hip, her arms locked around his waist with one ear to his chest.

“This was nice.”  Erik says distantly, more to himself than to her.

Kimara cranes her face toward his.  “Yeah?”

He nods.  “Yeah, just to not think about any of the bullshit we’ve had to deal with, enjoy God’s creations out here in the gentrified park.  I feel like a damn retiree with stock and bonds and 401K real fat.”

Kimara settles in step with him again.  “But you have all those things…”

“But I ain’t retired!  White America don’t want a nigga to retire.  Swear everything would go belly up if Black folks could live off of the fruits meant for them.  They’d burn the whole damn thing down before that would happen.”

Kimara rubs his back to settle him.  “Peaceful thoughts, remember?”

Erik’s chest expands and caves.  “Aight.  But real life is literally around the corner, so as much as I would like to have you in my office, I got shit to take care of.”  Erik takes her chin and lifts her face up to his.  “My Mara, My Mara…”

“...I’ll never be farther.”  Kimara says with only slight embarrassment beause their little saying is so damn cute.  Erik used to do cute rhymes with her name around the quad whenever she got down on herself or he thought he had her on the ropes to giving in to him.  Rarely worked, but constantly appreciated.   “I gotta go get some extra stuff for our dinner party later this week, so hopefully I won’t be too long at the studio.  We got a new artist laying down a demo that should be pretty fire.”

Erik puts a fist to his mouth excitedly.  “Oh worm?  Finally my lady finna be the new M-M-M-Maybach Music!”

Kimara rolls her eyes.  “I’ll be more than that!  I got about two songs on there I’m getting writing credit for.  I may wind up on the radio and you don’t even know it.  But you’ll know them checks!”

Erik couldn’t smile harder if he had hooks in his mouth.  “Your passion got you going off!  Nothing wrong with it either, you deserve it.   It’s been a long time coming.”

“It has.  So, go on so I can make this deal happen.”

They locked fingers until distance forced them to break their grip.  Erik waves  off Kimara as she saunters up the path to the main road.  His chest swelled with pride over his lady, she’s always been one of a kind.  Her happiness is his happiness, without question.  As he walked away, across the exquisitely decorated post modern/art deco lobby, to the elevator to the 33rd floor to his office, a cloud of dread weighed back on him that only got better with the help of Alaina.  If she wasn’t his partner on this revamp project with Boeing, he’d be shitting himself on a regular.

Erik walks by a conference room, stopping short of turning the corner of the glass walls.  He opens the door and peeks inside to see his friend hunched over a laptop, jumping slightly in her seat as he came across the room towards her.

“Damn, Erik!  Why do your big ass feet step so lightly?  Almost gave me a heart attack!”  She breathed out a ragged sigh of relief.

Erik pulls out a chair to sit down, chuckling at her expense.  “My bad,  I just had to come in when I seen you slaving away in here.  Figured you could use a distraction.”

Alaina smooths her hair back in her bun, her nude colored mouth in a tight, closed smile.

“I WISH you were a distraction for me, but unfortunately this involves the both of us.  While you were on break, Asshole and Son recommend we draft a final proposal for the FAA to approve.”

Erik sat shocked.  “What? Fuck, I mean that’s fucking crazy but kind of exciting too, right?”

She wags her finger.  “Don’t forget we are only the field niggas round here.  It sounds like an honor but in the end I am sure little Leave it to Beaver will be taking all the credit his daddy can send his way in order to keep the big wigs in good graces within the family.”

Erik taps his fingers on the deep wooden table, thinking.  Would they really double cross him that far?  Bringing him in on a project to mentor the bosses son only to pull the rug up under him and make him look like player two?

“That’s so damn white, sounds right.”  Erik sighs in somewhat disbelief.

Alaina shrugs.  “Told you.  And until I hear it from him otherwise, that’s what I’m going to assume.”  Alaina sighs and stretches her shoulders before going back in on the keyboard.  

Erik furrows his brow.  “If that’s it, then why are you still working on it?  Don’t you wanna pack up and move on?  You were brought here special for this, your time is wasted the most.”

Alaina’s eyes cast a ‘nigga please’ gaze on Erik.  “Mr. Future Baby Fava, I think our time has been equally wasted.  But guess what isn’t cut for my time here?  My pay: which is double what I make at my primary while I’m here so…”  She slowly leans over to grab Erik’s wrist.  “...until I hear the fat white man sing, we’re gonna work on this project for as long as we can to milk that cow til it lays a golden goose egg and rolls the tortoise to the finish line!”

Erik scoffs.  Alaina’s antics are half the reason Erik can’t quite distance himself from her.  She has a liveliness that he’s kind of missed lately.  “Man, you a trip and a fifth.  But I like your style. Might as well get it done then.”

“Oh fuck that, I’m done for the day.”   Alaina crisply closes her laptop, packin it under her arm and grabbing her case with the other.

“Whatchu mean?  I thought you said-”

“I worked through my lunch, like a boss ass bitch does.  You gotta work yours off, so Imma leave you to it.  Call me if you bleeding out your ears from stress: no less than that.”

Erik rolls his eyes as he gets up and watches her walk away.  The woman is working his last good nerve on purpose, but he likes it.  The job isn’t as boring or predictable with her around.  Now he just has to show her who the superstar has been all this time.  If he works hard at this, it won’t be for these fat cats, it’s gonna be a bonafide competition and he ain’t scared to fight a girl.

—

At the studio, Kimara finishes up a session with a local up and coming artist named Delilah.  Sweet girl, comes across very introverted until a mic is in front of her.  Kimara appreciated her vibes and talent, baby girl is on trend so long as she stays cute she is bound to be noticed.  Kimara ends their session a little early, wishing her well when it was time to wrap.  

Kimara felt like the studio was her second home most of the time but today she had to get to her real home REAL quick to get dinner prepared.  Tonight is the double dinner date with T’Challa and his boo of the moment.  She kept trying to get ahold of Erik for help with ingredients but he kept leaving her on read.

Rick, the studio owner caught Kimara before she was able to get out the door.

“Hey Rick  I know I cut things early, but I don’t have a lot of time unfortunately.  I have dinner to take care of tonight with some friends that is so damn important, you wouldn’t believe.”

Rick smiles a large proud papa smile.  “Oh I won’t keep you, but this news might.  Remember Peter Gafflin?  Legendary alternative rock/country artist extraordinaire who really love you last time y’all were in the booth together.”

Kimara couldn’t forget that man from their last session.  She hadn’t been exalted for her talent that highly since Petey Pablo came in that one time and promised her name would be on a Freek A Leek remix.

“Yeah, what about him?” She asks.

Rick could not help his smile to save his life.  “He called me up earlier today, saying he is planning to go on the road soon.”

“Yeah, yeah.  That happens often when you drop a new album.”  Kimara says impatiently.

“Right.  So he was thinking that you would hopefully be available to join him for some shows on his North American leg of the tour.”

Kimara stood there like the Men In Black just wiped her memory.  “Are-are you serious?  When?  How?  What would I do??”

“He wants you to SING for him like you did that day, background vocals and he thought a duet portion would be nice too.  You know the song ‘Boys Aren’t Born on Tuesdays?’”

Kimara clutches her chest.  “Oh my God, that song is so rich.  And he wants ME  to sing it with him?”

“Uh huh!’  Rick slaps her arm in congratulations, but Kimara could barely feel anymore.  

“In front of thousands.  Across America...oh my God!”

Rick and Kimara hug excitedly, so much so that Rick has to wipe his eyes a little.  “So is that a yes?”

Kimara stopped cheering to finally think a little.  “I mean, I don’t know.  If this was any other time I would say yes, but...I have some obligation here.  I’m deep into trying to start a family and settle a little.”

Rick makes a face of pity.  “I understand, I know.  And I hope you do get that.  Just…”

“Just…”   Kimara parrots.

“...it’s Peter Gafflin.”

“It is Peter Gafflin.”  Kimara says disheartened.  She had been waiting for years to get something off the ground with a top tier artist, but the universe had a funny way of timing.

“Did I mention how much pay is?”  Rick muses.

--

Kimara fans herself with a newspaper as she watches the rolls baking in the oven.  She is so thankful to have gotten dessert from the bakery, because she was over it with cooking.  She checks her phone for the time:  ten minutes til 7.  Her notifications show nothing from Erik yet, though she texted him twice today reminding his to not forget them hosting T’Challa and his girl.  Twice, Erik texted that he’s got her, but that was five hours ago, now who knows what the hell he is up to.  It would be perfect to bring up her good news with him in front of T’Challa and his date, while he smiles up at her with a hand inconspicuous and possessively on her behind...

But the light and fluffy feelings for the evening were quickly dwindling.  Before she could send a last threatening text to convince him to bring his ass, the doorbell sounds at the last sentence.  Kimara curses out loud, grabbing her oven mitt to take out the rolls that are a perfect golden brown.  She dabs her brow with a spare dinner napkin before clopping her way to the door.

Opening it with a flourish, Kimara opens her arms in excitement.  

“You made it!”  She says with a cheery song.

T’Challa looks at her fondly, his mouth slowly curling into a smile.  Kimara warms up to seeing her friend at her doorway.

“I was going to say it has been too long, but time moves backward for you.  You look beautiful.”

Kimara places a hand on her hip for emphasis, trying to withhold her joy in his compliment in the worst way.  “Oh please, it hasn’t been that long.  You cleaned up good too.”

Kimara always enjoyed the way T’Challa dresses like royalty without even meaning too, choosing pieces that elongate his lean body, squaring his wide shoulders to create a proud presence.

T’Challa places a hand to his date’s lower back.  “Iman has been looking forward to this night all week.”

A smiling Iman holds out a bottle of Proseco.  “T  has told me so much about you and your husband.  You all seem to be a pretty tight family.”

Kimara takes the chilled bottle and leads them inside.  “Oh yes.  We have all known each other for so long, I can’t imagine not having known them.”  

Placing the bottle on the table, Kimara claps her hands anxiously.  “So I have prepared us a nice little salad and a pork...uh...pasta ”  Kimara’s mind goes blank trying to remember what it’s called, she had only Googled the recipe that day.  Tapping her foot, fidgeting, Kimara gives up.  “Hell, some type of pork and spaghetti with peppers and shit.  It’s got cheese too, it’s good.  LEGGO!”

T’Challa and Iman chuckle as they head to the dining room.  “Well whatever it is it smells great!  I know your man must be fat and happy living with you.”  Iman gushes, pulling out her chair to sit at the table.

Kimara shakes her head humbly as the unwraps the foil on the proseco.  “Lucky for me, he is pretty active at the same time so it sticks in the right places.  If only he could actually BE in the right places when we schedule things that way.  Oh shit, lemme find a cork opener.”  

Kimara rushes into the kitchen slamming drawer after drawer looking for the elusive corkscrew.  She slams the bottle down a little too hard in frustration and hears the vibration of her phone on the counter next to her.

“Do you need assistance, Kimara?”  T’Challa’s steady, gentle voice says behind her.  She turns to see his concerned face looking down at her, hands firmly planted behind him respectfully.  

Kimara waves her hand in frustration.  “Aht aht!  It’s fine, don’t leave Iman alone in there!”

“She is fine.  Are you?”  He asks quietly while opening a cabinet above the sink.  

Kimara opens her phone to look at her notification.  “Been better.  Rather not talk while I’m supposed to be entertaining you guys.”

“But-”

Kimara puts her phone down hard.  “RAGU!  It was a pork ragu!  With basil fettuccine, ugh!  DUH!”  Kimara turns to see T’Challa holding the corkscrew in his hand.  

T’Challa continues, ignoring her topic change.  “You should let me know if he isn’t being good to you.”

Kimara takes the corkscrew in one hand, bottle in the other trying to maintain her blood from boiling.  “No I don’t.  I would discuss that with my husband.”  

“And he is where?”  T’Challa asks calmly as Kimara walks past him and back to the table.

“God, what a help your beau is, we can finally have a much needed sip sip, eh?”  Kimara exclaims a little too happily, sitting at the table as she drills the corkscrew in.

T’Challa opens the glass serving dish to examine dinner.  “This smells very good, I will fix a plate for you, Iman.”

“No!  I should serve you, Mr. King!  Move your hand from that spoon.”  Iman gets up, swinging her hips happily from side to side, digging the serving spoon into the delicious mix of sauce, noodles, and meat.  

T’Challa gives a shy smile.  “I appreciate it greatly, thank you.”  

Kimara jerks the corkscrew out of the bottle too hard, knocking the handle against the table, causing T’Challa and Iman to look at her with shock.

“Pop goes the weasel, right?”  Kimara giggles as she pours a third of the bottle into her glass, half an inch from the brim.  She takes ahold of her glass, taking  a few hearty gulps.

“So!  Tell me how are things with you all, still in the honeymoon phase?”

Iman finishes off her plate, settling in to eat.  “Well,  I wouldn’t say that.  Me and T are still kinda getting to know each other still, so I think honeymoon phase is a little too soon to call,”  she says as she nervously scratches the back of her head as T’Challa just keeps on eating.

Kimara starts to feel warm, keeping mental note that the fucking must’ve halted between them.  “Well there’s no need to rush at all.  Relationships are so much damn work, it must be nice to cuddle up to a stranger every so often.”

Iman offers some wine to T’Challa who declines.  “Have things been going well at the studio?  Recording?”

“Oh yeah, more than recording actually.  Sure, I just wish that I had the gumption to pull the trigger on doing some of my own shit.  I got a lot of praise from artist and even the owner of the studio; I’ve known him a long time.  But when it all comes down to it I just wonder what’s the point.  That’s all gonna change soon though, no worries about me!”

Iman pouts with sympathy.  “What do you mean?!  You are a damn good looking lady and to have talent enough that people brag about, you gotta do something with it while you’re young and able!”

“I know I’m young and able.  Well, I’m trying to start a family while I’m still young and able too.”  Kimara mumbles, slumping in her chair.

“Oh!  You are?  Congratulations!  From what little I remember from the night I met T, he seemed like a handsome guy with a good head on him.  If he hadn’t brought us home, we may not be seeing each other now.”  Iman’s hand disappear under the table to presumably T’Challa’s thigh, who looks over at her with kind eyes.  “And that reminds me of your story.  So T here got you and your husband together.  What are the details on that?”

Kimara is two sips from the bottom of her glass.  “Ohhh, that’s not dinner conversation unfortunately.”

Iman makes eyes at her.  “Oooh, that scandalous huh?  We all adults here, but I understand.  Me and T weren’t very biblical our first night meeting so, hey.”

T’Challa wags a finger.  “It’s not that, don’t be crass.”

Iman tuts at him.  “I’m just being friendly, what’s the issue.”

“It’s a personal story.  It should wait until Erik is here at least.”  T’Challa offers.

Kimara puts her glass down, plate still empty or any dinner.  “I don’t wanna bring that nigga up here anymore tonight, aight?”

Iman freezes mid bite as T’Challa sits up in his chair.  “Kimara, please-”

“Uh uh!  I’m in my house, I say what I want, I won’t be talked down to.  Iman?”

Iman is still frozen.

T’Challa speaks up.  “I’m just saying-”

“I’m talking!  Iman?  My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for months now, fucking like rabbits and I have yet to get pregnant.  It’s gotten so I think he;s getting tired of fucking with me and now he is out ‘working late’.  Now, he loves me because we have been through a lot to get to the point of being a married couple and he has had to prove himself loyal to me after...a lot of bullshit.  But I ain’t got it in me to discuss play the Newlywed Game with you cuz hell if I know what my husband is up to anymore.”

T’Challa gets up from his chair abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor, stomping towards the kitchen.

Kimara starts to laugh out loud.  “Oh shit, I think he’s pissed!  Ohh, let me see what this is about…”

Iman sits up anxiously.  “Do you need help?”

“No, no!  I got him, he’s very reserved with his frustrations, so I can deal.”  Kimara stomps into the kitchen.  “Now what is up with you??”

T’Challa takes a towel off of a rack, folding it twice.  “Did you need to unload on her like that?”

Kimara leans on the counter.  “Sure, woman to woman.  She seems to appreciate it.”

T’Challa opens the oven door, a plume of smoke billows out.

“Fuck!  Oh noooo, my rolls!”  Kimara exclaims, running to a window to open and fan out the smoke.  

T’Challa puts the baking sheet to the sink.  “I was trying to tell you I smell smoke.”  He tossed the towel down making the sheet clang.

Kimara fans her face, coughing.  “Oh, shit.  I just forgot.”

“Mhm.  You forgot your head this evening that’s certain.”

“What do you mean by that, T??”  Kimara asks mockingly.

T’Challa glares at her.  “If things weren’t going good, we could’ve rescheduled.”

“It’s funny you think I plan for my life to fall apart, cuz that is how it works right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no one means to hurt my feelings or make me feel like shit until it happens.  You want me to be the perfect host.  Erik wants me to be a good wife and mother when I can’t even get a bun in the ov-”  Kimara stops short of the sentence.  T’Challa hangs onto silence waiting for her to finish.

“T’Challa, what if this is all a sign?  I burnt the rolls in the oven...because I can’t keep a bun in the oven?  Like pregnancy?  I can’t bake anything!!”  Kimara wails as she covers her mouth crying.  T’Challa goes over to her but stops short as Iman enters the kitchen.

“Hey, if everything is under control, I might head out.”

T’Challa looks back at Kimara then Iman.  “Well, let me call you a ride.”

“Already did.  Kimara, dinner really was good, I’m sorry to leave so soon.”

Kimara has her back turned, wiping her face before facing her.  “Thank you for coming.  You’re as nice as I heard.”

“I will walk you out then.”  T’Challa offers as they leave Kimara in the kitchen.  Her phone begins to ring, as she picks it up to find Erik’s name glowing on the screen.  All she can do is silence it, she was in no mood to talk, otherwise she might have to make a Lemonade album about it.  

Kimara goes back to her dining room table, sitting down to the bottle of wine.  T’Challa comes back in, closing the front door behind him.

“Eh, eh.  Put that down.  Eat something instead.”

Kimara groans as she swallows one more gulp from the bottle before getting it snatched from her hand.

“I’m not feeling your vibes T’Challa, honest.”  

“Vibes?  Do you hear yourself talking?”  

“Yeah I do.   That’s all I ever hear is my damn self.”

“You are not supposed to be drinking while planning a family, aren’t you?”  T’Challa asks softly, sitting next to her.

Kimara sighs deeply.  “I’ve done everything right.  All I’m supposed to do is carry, I can’t even get there.  God, I would kill for even a miscarriage, just to know that I didn’t completely fuck up my reproductive system!”

“STOP IT!”  T’Challa’s voice booms between them, reverberating off the walls.  Kimara sits upright, looking away from T’Challa’s face.  His energy calms as he leans a little further towards her.

“You do not deserve to beat yourself up like this.  Do you realize how far you’ve come in life from when I first met you to now?  There is no one as smart or witty or brilliant as you that I can also put faith in as a friend.”

Kimara fidgets with her fingers.  “Good thing Iman isn’t here to hear that.”

T’Challa sits back, taking a swallow of wine from the bottle himself.  “I won’t edit my statement, but she is a nice girl.”

“I still like Nakia better.”  Kimara says matter of factly.

T’Challa bristles at the name, looking into the distance.  “Yes, I guess she is my kryptonite, however too flighty.”

They sit in silence for a beat.

“What about that night?  What did it mean?”  Kimara asks.

T’Challa’s brow furrows.  “Which do you…”

“A few weeks ago?  My car?”  Kimara rubs her face roughly.  “Ughh, I hope it’s not the wine talking but I swear there was a moment that felt like...a thing.  Am I wrong?”

T’Challa does something he does not always do:  he begins to stutter.  It’s slow, without the skip, but a stutter nonetheless.

“I...Well...hmm,”  He says before his mouth motions wordlessly.

“...T?”  Kimara asks teasingly.  “It’s ok!”

He looks her in her eyes intensely, like she just cursed him out.  “Huh?”

Kimara shrugs.  “We didn’t do anything so it’s ok.  Don’t sweat.  That’s why I’m glad we are friends cuz I know nothing bad happens when you’re around.  No craziness, drama, you just bring me back down to earth with a good talk.  It was just a moment.  Gotta remember that.”  Kimara pats his knee and gets up.

“Wait, so were you thinking of me in a way that night?”  

Kimara sees a light flash across the curtains of her window.  “Well, look at this.  Daddy’s home.”  Kimara comes back to the table to pick up plates.  “T’Challa go ahead and have a good night.  You don’t wanna be here when I’m throwing dishes into the sink until Erik comes in and has the nerve to ask what the fuck is wrong with me.  When the whole nigga nerve of it all is that he would have the gall to think I’m wrong to begin with!”

T’Challa waves his hands heading for the door.  “I am already gone.”

--

The early morning sun is extra bright as erik drives himself and Kimara to see their regular fertility specialist Dr. Tracy.  

“I’m glad she was able to see us today.”  Erik says.

“Are you?”  Kimara asks while scrolling through her phone.

Erik scratches himself.  “Ion know, I just…”

“What?”

“I mean...if we do this it’s like cool, we finna get a baby off top-”

Kimara tuts at him.  “No!  She said that it still isn’t guaranteed.  We are good candidates but not to expect success right away.”

Erik lets out a groan.  “Right, right.  Can’t no shit come easy for me.”

Kimara looks at his profile as he drives, catching Erik looking out the corner of his eye.  “What you lookin at me like that for?”

Kimara crosses her arms.  “I’m just trying to figure out what to title your sob story in all of this.  ‘I do what I want and when it don’t go like I plan I pout?’  Or ‘Fuck everything and everyone, I’m going through it but don’t ask me what’s wrong?’”

“Damn Mara!  The fuck you gotta go there for?  The minute I try and share something with you, you bite my fucking head off!”

“Watch yourself cursing at me!  I ain’t in the mood for it, and I ain’t letting it fly like that today, ok?  I don’t need this much excitement before an appointment.”

“Then don’t go nuts on me like you some damn comedian, roasting my ass.  I’m here ain’t I?”

“Do you not wanna be?!”  Kimara shrieks.

Erik goes silent, turning on the click of his turn signal.  The tension in the car is sky high and although Erik doesn’t mind a fight, he knew not to act a fool in front of these doctors in this side of town.  

Kimara leads inside to check in with the receptionist.  As they sit in the lobby, Erik is glued to his phone the entire waiting period, fingers texting furiously.

“Why ain’t you holding my hand?”  Kimara asks.  “You always hold it while we wait.”

Erik looks over quickly and leans back offering out his hand.  “My bad.”  While the other continues to work double time on his screen.  

“Who is...Alan?”

Erik jerks his phone back.  “It’s not Alan.”

Kimara drops his hand.  “Than who is it?”

“Work.”  He says curtly, flipping to his Instagram instead.

“Is something wrong with the project you’re working on?  Is Alan the one helping you?”

“Yes and no.”  Erik says.

“Wait.  It is wrong and Alan isn’t helping?”

“It’s not Alan!”  Erik bellows before coughing to cover his outburst.

“Kimara?”  Dr. Tracy says brightly with a smile, waving them back.  Kimara smiles tightly back.

In her office, Dr. Tracy goes over the procedures and preparations for IVF, with all of the medical jargon, followed by some generous simplified explanation.  It all sounded complicated and expensive but Kimara was grateful to hear about everything that could make her miracle possible.

“And Erik, you can be an awesome support by making sure to watch your alcohol intake, exercise, eat healthy, and avoid any environmental pollutants.”

“I was bout to watch that Chernobyl show; is that off the table now?”  Erik asks.

“Erik, you ain’t got time for shit else, quit playing.”  Kimara says with a little bark in her voice.

Erik laughs in a menacing tone.  “Ok.”

Dr. Tracy looks between them nervously.  “...we also provide counseling to couples during the process, as it can be difficult.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but he wouldn’t be able to make it.”  Kimara says.

“Oh you speak for me now?”

Kimara shrugs.  “If you ain’t there, how else can things go forward?”

Erik sputters in disbelief.  “I won’t be getting like this in front of the damn doctor.  Thanks, doc.  I got the prescription and shit, let’s go.”  Erik keeps talking under his breath as he leaves the office.  Kimara gets up to leave

“Is everything ok between you two?”  Dr. Tracy asks.

Kimara hesitates before saying it’s fine, nothing more than a couples spat.  Erik may have been right about needing to change doctors.  At least a new one wouldn’t know when things were wrong.  This would just look like a normal interaction to fresh eyes.

Back at their house, Erik is reading the instructions for her shots.

“Says this supposed to help in producing eggs for you.  Still gonna take a while though.”

Kimara sits silent watching her shows.

“Remember to mark down when you got your period last.  Supposed to start doing these on your next cycle.”

Silence.

Erik folds the instructions up, standing from the dining room table.  He comes up behind the couch, leaning next to Kimara’s ear.

“Nassau is this weekend, you know?”  SIlence.  “You picked us a real good spot to make our own magic down there.  I think we need it.”

“WE need a lot more than a trip to an island.  Erik, you still ain’t said sorry for a damn thing you said to me today.”

Erik scooches to one side of Kimara to face her.  “What should I apologize for?”

“Embarrassing me?  Not telling me about what’s going on with you and also not asking how things are with me?  Being secretive and mean to me?”  Kimara’s eyes begin to well up.  “You ain’t talked to me without walking off mad in so long, I don’t wanna get used to it Erik!  You didn’t used to do that!”  Erik hooks one leg followed by the other over the back of the couch to sit next to Kimara, holding her hands tight.

“It makes me think about before you left for that damn military out the blue.  You snapped on me back then too.  You tryna go somewhere else again?”

“Hell no!  That life is behind me, I got nothing but you and work to get through now.”

“So I’m a damn task?”  Kimara mopes.

“No!  Look:  I don’t mean to say anything to make you think you boring because you’re not.  You’re the most exciting thing in my life, and I love having you with me.  Every time I’m reminded you’re my wife, I’m thinking how we should be on our damn tenth wedding anniversary instead of third.  But I’m done and thankfully you’re not.”

“Then why are you doing me like this?”

“I-I don’t wanna force shit on you more than you can handle.  I got things happening at my job right now that could make you think the worst, but I promise it’s not.  And you don’t need that pressure right now.”

“Neither do you!”  

“I can handle it.  You focus on your dreams at the studio, and getting ready to host the biggest headed baby your womb will ever know.”

Kimara snorts thinking about this, looking down instinctively.  Erik takes one side of her face in his hand.

“I wanna be more open but I don’t wanna cost you anything too.  So until shit blows over, just know I got this.  Be patient with me, and I promise to be more patient too.”

Kimara pulls Erik to her for a longing kiss, rubbing his face for comfort.  She could feel he cares, but there was still so much gnawing in her mind, she just wasn’t ready to discuss.  But there was one thing.

“One more thing though, before I call it forgiven and get to packing for the trip.”

“You still ain’t packed?”

“I’m asking the questions!  Who is Alan?”

Erk sighs, dipping his head down before looking her in the face to answer.  “Alaina.

“He’s a what?”

“Huh?  No, Alaina.  The name was Alaina not Alan.”

Kimara’s face draws up inquisitively.  “And...she is?”

“My partner for the project I’m working on.  They recruited her from another region and-”

“That’s who you spent the night with instead of dinner with T’Challa and me and his girl?”  Kimara asks.

“I came home!  Don’t make it sound like that, it was a late night.  Ole dude I work for keeps piling shit on me and deadlines-”

Kimara waves her hands in front of him.  “It’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ok!”  Kimara smiles.  “Seriously, I trust you.  You said works been beating your ass, and I know you wouldn’t be looking all sour if you were getting some ass on the side, so I think I can trust you aren’t cheating.”

Erik stared at her speechless before nodding and agreeing.  

“Plus, we tryna have a baby and I know you wouldn’t mix shit up with her when all that seed is mine, like that would be wasteful.”

Erik growls in his chest, leaning over her, nose to nose.  “Say that again.”

Kimara holds back her smile, rubbing his chest.  “Your seeeed is miiiine.  Don’t waste it.”  Kimara bites his lip at the end of ‘it’, catching him of guard, but not enough to lay her out legs spread quicker than she could blink.

“Wait wait, Erik.  I can’t!”  Kimara says, half giggling.

“Whatchu mean??  You playing with a dog and get afraid when you get the bark?  Quit playing and get them draws off.”  Erik pulls at her bottoms.

“No!  Wait!  I mean it, I’m cramping and shit.  I don’t want nothing near my pussy right now.”

Erik moans out loud in frustration, plopping backwards on the couch, erection pushing at his sweatpants.

Kimara lowkey loved making him wait, period or not.  It’s nice to see he still wants her, and no one else has his attention to fix his rather big problem throbbing in his pants.

“Erik?  You never told me what you think about the tour.”

Erik exhales loudly.  “Good idea, that’s finna kill my hard on real quick.”

“Erik!”  

He sits up, pushing down on himself.  “Mara, I want you to get your hustle goin, I know you been singin since way way way back.”

“Hold up, it ain’t been that long, makin me feel old.”

Erik bops her with his shoulder.  “You know you been my Suga Mama.”

“Two months older Erik.  Dassit!”

Erik looks at the floor, rubbing her knee.  “I just don’t understand why you think it’s best to leave now.  What Imma do without you for two months?”

“Whatever you been doin get home late at night.”  Kimara says flatly.

“The project is almost finished, do I don’t know where that attitude came from.”  

Kimara sits silent, not up for a fight, especially in her hormonal state.

Erik stares at her, testing her.  He knows she wants to say more, she always does.  “I got two more weeks on this, and it’s done.  My workload is gonna be lighter, more boring, and I promise my time will be yours, but now you wanna leave, so.”

“But you understand why right?  It doesn’t sound like you do.  I don’t wanna leave you alone or stop trying, but...this is my dream!”

“Having a family is too right?  That’s why all our time and money been revolving around everything related to that for almost a whole damn year.  It’s fucking flaky.”  Erik shoots back.

“Erik, you got to do what you wanted, right?  This ain’t new with you!  When you want something, you go for it, fuck anybody that gives a shit, it’s yours.  I’m tired of being in the shadow of your shit, cleaning things up so you can have your peace.  This is mine.”

“The fuck is you talkin about??  Is your PMS going retrograde or some shit?”  Erik speaks over her in an agitated tone.  Nothing Kimara said made sense anymore to him.

Kimara gets up, waving him off.  “Eat my ass Erik,  I said what I fucking had to say and I mean that shit.”

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