#fezco supremacy

[dawnwriterimagines]

debt that’s owed : Fezco (3)

Summary:  Laurie needs someone to pay her the debt that’s owed to her, Rue ran from her, which gives her the perfect opportunity to use Fezco’s words against him. But, is she worth you?

Warning(s):  Angst, talk of overdose, Fear, Drugs, mentions of sex trafficking, Laurie’s crazy ass once again, etc.

(PART 1)     (PART 2)

Author’s Note: What a beautiful man we lost, in every sense of the word. Rest in Peace Angus. Gone too soon. We all love and appreciate the works you’ve done, the lives you’ve changed and the love you give, rest well in beautiful peace.

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- - -

You had woken up disoriented and drugged, a needle still sticking out of your arm, a few too many holes made that made your skin splotchy and purple. Laurie had been standing over you, hushing you as she took the needle from your skin, kissing your wrist as a mother would have her only child before she stood. “Laurie...” you sighed out, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Laurie. Please...”

The older woman rubbed your cheek, “Shhh...” the touch running through your system all the way down to your toes, you took a breath, shivering at the discomfort. “They don’t like it when you girlies talk too much, hush now, sweetie.” You’d never felt like this before. You felt terrible. 

She left the door open when she left the room, a man you didn’t recognize peeking through the crack of the doorway to look at you, he gave a pleased laugh, whistling. 

You turned on the floor, the blanket beneath you did nothing to shelter you from the cold floor below. The lights were dim from the tiny lamp in the corner, nothing else in the room, but it wasn’t very big anyway.

It took a while to realize you were naked, only from recalling what you had been wearing earlier, and the cold air that you could feel everywhere but nowhere all at once, cause you were sweating terribly. Feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden. You rolled around, pulling the blanket with you as you broke out into a fever, the discomfort you felt was enough to distract you from the horrifying situation you were in currently.

“Laurie...” you drawled, whimpering as the drugs took you once again. It didn’t feel right at all, you felt sick and you felt fucking amazing all at the same time, but you were scared most of all. You had no idea what she had been pumping you with for the last few hours. “Fez...” you called for your boyfriend, sobbing as your eyes rolled back as you quickly succumbed to the feeling. “Fezziee...” you hiccupped.

“I like this one,” you heard the stranger say.

The man at the doorway pulled out a scrunched up wad of cash from his pocket, beginning to slide off his jacket, before Laurie stopped him with a shake of her head. “Just watching for now. She’s not ready yet, still under prep. But, if you wanted to purchase her, that’s different...”

You shivered as you followed your high, wondering what would happen next and if Fezco would ever find you before something horrible happened to you.

- - -

Fezco looks around as he rushes over to Rue, checking for anyone that was around the house that may be unwanted, clearly on edge. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Rue?” he questioned the girl, she follows the two of them into the house. “Imma need you to leave, I ain’t askin’.”

Her gaze lingering on the broken screen door, unable to even close it as it had no knob now, the whole piece completely gone as if it’d been blown to pieces, “I wanted to hang out...but obviously you’ve got some shit goin’ on,” her eye’s going wide at the state of the house. “What the--what the fuck happened here?” the glass on the floor, the broken deck doorway, the flipped table, the broken lamp on the floor, the scuffled carpet.

Rue steps into the house, slowly, Ash getting on the computer, looking for something, Fezco making a call, his shoulders low as if something heavy sat upon them. The girl’s eye’s narrowing as she followed the scuffs over to the room hallway, the bedroom down the hall had its door broken down, wooden pieces still on the floor. 

Concerned was not the word to describe how she felt right. Scared wasn’t either. Worried, maybe. But, she was also pretty terrified. Terrified of the answer to her next question.

“Fez,” she hadn’t torn her eyes away from the hallway when she spoke, her voice small, reluctant. “Where’s (Y/n)?” she turns then, her brows knitted together in complete worry, stumbling forwards and away from the hall. She makes her way over to Fezco, taking a handful of his shirt as she pulls him, “Fez!” her voice breaks, her fists shaking, “Where is she?!” she sucks in a breath as she sees his face and the way he doesn’t look her in the eye. “No...” she shook her head. “What so she’s...she’s what? She’s gone?” her voice raising. “Is (y/n) gone, Fez? Come on, gimme something!”

“She’s not gone,” Fezco turned to her with a hardened look, pulling her hands from his shirt, the material stretching out as her grip hadn’t loosened. “Imma find her. Imma find her and kill the motha’fucker that did this,” he seethed to himself, stepping away from her. “Ash, go over the tapes. Try yesterday and this morning, find a camera that isn’t fucked with.”

Ash doesn’t say anything but nod, rushing to the room down the hall as Fezco took the laptop from him, sitting down on the couch, Rue following Fezco, still confused with what was going on.

“Who...wait, who did this?” Rue asked, loudly. “Stop ignoring me, man.”

“I told you to fuckin’ go home, Rue,” Fezco’s eyes flickered up to the girl before back down at the screen, rewatching this morning’s tapes, trying to find someone he recognized. “I ain’t need this right now.”

“Need what? I’m tryin’ to help you,” Rue frowned, offended. “I wanna help! My best friend’s fucking missing, well...kidnapped, by some fucking jackass and even trashed your crib,” she gestured around the house at the damage. “Lemme do something, I can help! I can help find her!”

Fezco looked up toward her, agitated. “You wanna do somethin’ helpful?”

“Yeah, dude!” She nodded before making a face. “Wait, you aren’t gonna just tell me to leave--”

“Go home, Rue.”

“Oh, come on!” she yelled out. “I can help you! I be doin’ mad detective shit. Besides you need all the help you can get, it’s not like you can ask the guys in blue.”

Fezco ignored her for now, trying to stay focused. “Just go sit down somewhere, man. I don’t got time for this.”

And so, reluctantly, Rue went towards the other side of the couch, around towards Ashtray, she sticks her head out of the sliding panel doorway, which was now gone, broken through. Alarmed, she looks down at the glass at her feet, it crunches, burying itself further into the carpet. 

Behind her, Ashtray took a note from his pocket, letting it sit on the coffee table, sliding it over to his brother. “This gotta mean something. Wanna run this through some contacts?”

Fezco thinks on it, before nodding at the idea. “Yeah, man. Let’s try it.” 

As they head back to work, Rue perks up at the new source of info, “Wait, ya’ll got a clue?” coming over to the coffee table, picking up the note, Fezco fumes and Ashtray gaps at the girl’s unwanted involvement.

“Rue!” Fezco grits. “What I just tell you, man!” He usually saw her presence as quite endearing

Rue brushes him off. “I’m good at riddles, just--” then she really looks at the note. 10k.

10k...?

Oh my fucking god, 10k.

As Fezco snatches the note from her grip, Rue stands there, horrified. Her expression morphing completely, shoulders stiffening and hands tensing up, she turns quickly so Fezco can’t see the mortified look on her face. The guilt that quickly begins to eat at her. 

She had thought about it, of course. Of the money she owed Laurie, the drug dealer that she had made a fake deal with in a pathetic effort to get the pills that her regular plug, Fez, had been refusing her. In some way, she blamed Fezco, if he had just given her the damn pills and let her deal with whatever happened to her later, maybe she would’ve never went to Laurie, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped...

No, it was her fault, oh my god it her fault. She went to Laurie cause she was fucking desperate and then she ran when Laurie had gotten her the first time, but now you were taken in her place.

She recalled being drugged out of her mind, just as she wanted, but locked in a room and awaiting to be sold for a fuck. 

Rue feels so goddamn sick all of a sudden. She wanted to vomit. 

God, that’s what you could be dealing with right now. 

She did this. Oh god, she did this to you.

But, Fezco does notice. 

“Rue...” he says, slowly.

Ashtray looks up, stopping in his typing. He glances between the two of them silently, before looking at Rue a bit more seriously, taking note of the way her entire demeanor’s changed. He closed the laptop.

Rue didn’t answer Fezco, didn’t even turn to face him, trying to think of something to say, anything that could defend why. But what could she possibly say besides the fact it was supposed to be her.

Fezco forcefully turned the girl around, “Rue!” to which she stumbled back away from him, her face made his stomach drop, knowing now that she knew exactly why this was happening. “You...”

“I didn’t know, I swear, ok?” Rue started, hyperventilating, sniffling as she wiped a panicked tear from her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I felt like I was fucking dying, Fez! I was dying! And I--I just--Fez!” she cried as he turned from her, running his hands over his hair, down his face, trying to gather himself, trying to keep himself together. “Fez, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t think she’d come after anyone, I didn’t think any of it would go this far, please--” 

Ashtray’s eyes widened, lost for words.

“RUE!” Fezco roared, his body snapping towards her, pinched fingers silencing her, “Motherf--FUCK! Are you fucking--!” he shoved at the side wall, hitting anything that wasn’t her as anger overwhelmed him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Rue?!” he couldn’t believe this. How far the girl had really fell to really get herself, to get you, into this kind of situation. 

“I know! I know! I know!” Rue sobbed, covering her face as Fez screamed at her. “Fucking god, I know! I messed up!”

“DO YOU?! Cause (y/n)’s paying for your bullshit, your fucking dumb ass, fuck shit! You mother--get the fuck out,” he fumed, running a hand over his mouth, gesturing to the door. He turned from her, he couldn’t even stand to look at her right now.

Rue sniffled, shaking. “Fez...Fez, I’m sorry. I can fix it, I can--”

“GET. THE FUCK,” Fezco explodes. “OUT!”

And Rue has no other choice but to leave, casting a guilty glance to Ashtray as well, who stares her down as if he were ready to pull the trigger on her with the glock he currently suddenly had in his hand. 

She quickly left the house, sobbing to herself, hardly able to breathe as she stumbled away from the steps. “I’m sorry...” she hiccupped, turning to the house. “I’m sorry, please...” she whispered. “I can fix this...please, I can...I can fix this.”

Rue made her way away from the house though. Making up her mind to fix this. She can fix this...

- - -

Fezco and Ashtray took their guns, a few mags full of bullets and as much cash they had stashed up, just over 8k, not enough to cover, given the raid that cut their stash short for a while. But, if Laurie wouldn’t take the bribe than getting violent was the next best thing. And Fezco didn’t mind the latter.

So when they arrived at Laurie’s home, weapons tucked into their waist bands, into the inner pockets of their jackets, Fezco parked up, Ashtray loading up his shotgun and snapping the end back into place. “Blow the bitch’s head off if this don’t work out, ight man.”

“That’s the plan, bruh,” Ash said, his young face hardened with his hatred for the sadistic dealer that had stolen his mother from him..

Fezco leaves the car, walking up to the house, fighting the urge to kick the door in and unload every bullet into someone’s fucking skull...”What’chu want, man?” Bruce, Laurie’s partner, large and intimidating in his size, glared down at Fezco.

The young man wasn’t swayed, unblinking eyes peering up at him. “Laurie.”

Bruce frowned at the tone. “You got yo’ shit this month, ain’t you? Unless you got payment already?”

“Laurie, man,” Fezco fought to keep his cool. “Where is she?”

Bruce put his hand on the gun he kept at the waistband of his trunks, “What you gotta say ta her, you can say to me.”

Fezco stood there a while, the two men exchanging violent glares, eyes boring into the other and Fezco itched to grab the gun at his side and let loose. But, he didn’t even know if you were even at this house, he needed to know first. “Ma girl...(y/n), where she at, bruh?”

Bruce smirked, straightening. “Shoulda started with that,” Fezco’s nostrils flared at his words. “You got the money to buy her back, huh?”

“She ain’t belong to nobody, man. And ya’ll fucked wit us with some shit that ain’t got nothin’ to do with her,” Fezco gritted his teeth. “Thought we was cool on this bullshit, bruh.”

“You said she was family,” came Laurie’s soft-spoken voice. She came around the corner, behind Bruce, patting her husband’s arm to back him up, “Didn’t you?”

“She’s a fuckin’ child. And got her ass into some shit. But, if you had a problem wit us, come to me,” Fezco sneered. “You came up and took ma girl--” his nails bite into the palms of his hand, he itched to kill this fucking bitch and her demented ass husband. “Where the fuck is she?”

Laurie calmly stepped in front of Fezco. “Don’t worry, Fez. She’s ok,” she assured him, with dead eyes and a quiet voice. “But, remember, I still need 10 thousand, and another few hundred more for a few packs of morphine, a bit of fentanyl...” as Laurie spoke, Fezco’s heart clenched. 

Fezco tosses the bag at her feet, “A lil’ over $8500 in there,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t enough for you, you took my girl, all your fucked bullshit, trashed ma crib, my fucking family--” he huffed harshly to contain himself. “This all you fucking gettin’ from me, and it’s more than you’ll ever get from us again. Where. Is. She. You fucking bitch.”

Bruce took a step towards him at his words, stopped by Laurie, who held a hand up to keep him where he was, entranced by the rage on the young man’s face. “That’s fair, I suppose.”

“Laurie--” Bruce began.

“Come on in, she’s right in here, Fez,” she welcomed him inside.

Fezco followed her inside, Bruce sneering at him, to which Fezco didn’t bother to acknowledge, all he was focused on now was finally getting his hands back on you, rescuing you from this dreaded place.

Laurie stopped in front of a locked room, pulling out a key from her pocket, the lock clicks open. She takes the lock off and opens the heavy door with a light grunt, the dim lighting offering nothing much, but it was light enough to see you in the middle of the room. 

Breathing harshly, turned on your side, skin drenched with sweat, “Fez...” you drawl out, constantly. “Fez...Fez...” you cried, silently, delirious as you tossed and turned.  

Fezco races into the room, “Ma!” he cries, sliding to his knees at your side, quickly sitting you up, wrapping the thin blanket around your naked frame. “Hey, hey, baby, hey,” he gently slaps your cheek, stroking your flushed face as you shiver in his arms, your eyes unfocused, rolling in the back of your head. 

He didn’t like that, taking your face in his hand. “(y/n), (y/n) look at me, look at me, come on, ma. Look at me,” he turned your head to look him in the eye, “Please, baby, can you look at me, you can, you got it, ya see,” you slowly began to regain consciousness, eye sight clearing. “That’s my girl. Look, you’re ok, you’re alright,” he rubs your arms, you’re freezing but you’re sweating terribly.

“Fez...” you whispered.

“I’m right here, ma,” he assured you. Picking you up off the ground, blanket wrapped tight. “I’m right here. I gotchu, come on, we’re going home, baby,” he stands, heading to the door. Casting a long glare to a calmly smiling Laurie, before exiting the room, he couldn’t afford to do any damage, not when you were in this condition.

“I don’t feel...” you spoke, loosely. Head limp against his shoulder, eyes hardly open. “I don’t feel that great, fez...”

“You’re alright, you’re alright, ok?” Fezco went down the hall as fast as he could, keeping the fear out of his voice, the panic from his tone. 

Coming up to the front door, where he found Rue standing at the steps. Bruce had a short stack of cash in hand that he didn’t have before, less than 10k clearly, but enough to make him happy enough to move out of the way when Fezco made his way past.

The young girl was crying hard, relief clear in her face as she saw Fezco come around the corner with you in his arms, but the state of you made her heart drop. “(Y/n)...hey, is she alright?” she asked, worriedly. “Fez...” To which Fezco brushed her off, moving past her without as much as a word of acknowledgement. 

Ashtray opens passenger door for Fez to place you in, buckling you up as you slump, quickly beginning to pass out once again. “Hey, don’t sleep. Wake up. Mom!” Ashtray startles you awake, leaning over towards you in the backseat as Fezco runs around to the other side to the driver seat. Rue enters the backseat, hesitantly, and stays quiet to not be noticed. She looks at your tired, uncomfortable face in the side mirror, and she cries a bit harder.

Fezco drives off with a final glance to Laurie and her husband waving them off at the step, as if they had just passed by for tea and cookies. The psychopaths'. They waved, knowing he’d be back for blood.

“You’re ok,” he says as he drives. Squeezing your thigh as you shift and turn, “You’re ok, hey, ma. Ma, baby,” he draws your attention. “Hey, there you are, baby.”

You’re lucid and high off whatever the hell must be in your system when you smile at him, “Hi, baby...” you smile at him, before slumping once again. 

Terrified what may happen if you fall asleep, he yells. “(Y/n)!” he startles you awake again.

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

“You’re ok, it’s ok, just keep awake for a little alright?”

“Can we go home now...” you wondered, quietly.

“On our way,” Ashtray says. Fezco glances at his little brother in the mirror.

But, they don’t go home. They stop by a friend’s spot, who had offered to let them crash for the next few days, since he was out of town and they were in some shit.

Entering the home, Fezco carries you to the tub, Rue following behind, as Ash locks the door behind him. Filling up the tub as you lean against the porcelain edge, the warm water clearly calming you, the sound of the running pipe...

But before anything, Fezco sticks his fingers down your throat, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats as he forces you to gag up anything you might have ingested, emptying out your stomach contents, which wasn’t much. You sniffle and cry, hacking up whatever you could get out, leaning against your lover as your stomach churns in discomfort.

He then helps you into the tub, the water climbing to your chest. Cleaning the dirt from the floor you had been laying on, the dried blood and the horrors of the day...

Fezco takes off his sweater and his jeans, left only in his underwear, he steps into the tub behind you, holding you close, “There you go, baby,” he soothingly speaks to you, kissing your forehead as he squeezes you. “You’re alright now. I’ve gotchu, I got you...”

He glances down at the holes in your arm, bruised and crusted with blood, your hands were cut from the glass earlier. He raised one of your hands to his lips as you turned to lean your cheek to his chest, and he began to cry, closing his eyes tightly.

You slept as he wept.

 But he was grateful he had gotten you back.

At least god had given him that much today.

He kissed your hands, your knuckles, your cut skin, the tips of your fingers.

Then, he just held you to him as the faucet dripped to a stop.

- - - 

Awakening in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar place, you stood fast and out of the bed, your back slamming against the wall in surprise. You reached for a light switch, but you couldn’t see anything around you, nothing felt familiar at all, you shook in terror as the man you laid next to stirred and sat up in your mad scramble for light.

“No, no, please!” you collapsed in the corner, covering your mouth before the stranger could even say a thing, he had stood too fast for you to think nothing else but soon violence brought against you. 

“Ma! It’s me! It’s me,” Fezco found a light switch, the dark, unfamiliar room illuminating, to reveal himself to you. “It’s just me.”

You released a heavy sigh of relief, that visible took a weight off your chest. But, it also made your tears run fast, the days having been too much for you, the thought alone had brought you down to your knees and crushed you before you even knew it wasn’t true. 

Fezco quickly went around the bed, coming to sit in front of you, to which you fell into his arms, quickly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I thought someone--I didn’t know if I--” Fezco interrupts you with a simple stroke of her cheeks, running his thumbs across your cheekbones to soothe your thoughts and wipe your tears.

“I know, I know,” he whispered to her, his voice cracks as his control leaves him. It pains him too much to see you break like this. “But, what happened, huh? You’re here with me. They didn’t get you, baby. They didn’t. You’re here with me.”

“You saved me,” you hiccupped, holding him desperately, just wishing to be close enough to feel nothing but him. “I thought I’d never see you again. That I’d never see Ash.”

“Impossible, ma,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Can neva get rid of me, you know that. And Ash on his own lil’ demon time, he ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You release a watery laugh at his joke, sniffling harshly as Fezco rocks you in his arms, safely keeping you wrapped up in his embrace. 

There’s a knock at the door, they raise their heads, Ashtray entering the room, silently. He stands there for a second as he shuts the door behind him, he shifts from one foot to the other, eyes glancing around, a frown on his face. 

“Ash?” you whispered, looking to the boy. Fez knew though, what was wrong.

As Ashtray looked at you finally, his frown deepened, but it wasn’t a frown, just a miserable look he couldn’t hide anymore, a joy that trailed to sadness and brought tears to his usually hardened eyes. And then suddenly, Ash looked like the little boy that you had always allowed him to be, and that he would’ve never been again if you had gone.

“Ash...” you spoke, softly. Reaching out to him, you pulled him by the wrist, into your arms this time. And he broke like glass.

Like a dam, his tears flow like a downpour. An unwilling sob escapes him as he sniffles and cries into your shoulder, embracing you as he hoped he’d be able to every time he prayed to God for your safe return. 

You kissed Ashtray’s forehead, stroking his face, his hair, and you squeezed him like no one ever had. You breathe deeply, a shiver leaves you as you fight your own tears, “Oh, my sweet boy,” you hold him close, as he buries himself to you. “I love you, I love you.” You say it fast, and you say it with all the love you have, like it could be your last time.

Complete. Is how their family felt again. Fezco engulfed himself in the feeling. The thought of losing you, the absence of you, it would’ve destroyed them.

Fezco leans his forehead to his brother’s, knocking heads gently, the boy peering up to him as he sniffles into your neck. The big brother tenderly rubs his little brother’s head, he kisses his soon wife and let them both fall into his chest, into the side of the bed.

And like the family they were, they collapsed against one another, holding each other tight.

Everything’s ok.

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Doll Face 2 | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 3k+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, sexual assault, forced sexual labor, exploitation of young girl, abuse, abusive household, vulnerable situations.

A/N: So happy to keep going with this story! Thank you for those who ask or wanted a part 2! Hope you enjoy it! If anyone thinks any other warning should be included please let me know, thank you!

Fuck

No

Shit

Your body went cold. You had stopped moving and just stared at him, eyes locked. He kept an unfazed look, just looking up at you with his drowsy eyes. He wanted to know, he needed to know if you were his doll face. The little girl he had befriended all those years ago.

You regained your autonomy over your body and resumed your movements, praying that no one had heard or gotten suspicious.

“Doll face? You know sweetcheeks, carrot boy?”

Shit

Fuck

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.

“Nah, just confused her face.”

“She is a good one, isn't she?" You heard him say again. The redhead nodded slowly.

“Yeh, she is.”

Mouse’s laughter reverb over the place, making you feel the pressure of not stopping. Not looking at him.

“Yeah, she is a sweet one,” he took a sip of beer, “I promise, you can’t even imagine the number of guys that have cum in that same seat, my man…little sweetcheeks here making them cum with just a dance!”

Your jaw clenched, wanting him to stop talking about you like that. It was already an unpleasant enough experience to live as for to relieve it by word. Although the man beneath you seemed to not care at all.

He looked past your face and opened a beer from the many near. Raising his brows, making him seem like he couldn’t believe Mouse’s words.

“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.

“Yeah! Word is, little sissy here gives the best head around the neighborhood,” he comes near you, slapping one of your ass cheeks.

You had to grip the redhead's shoulders to prevent you from shuddering.

Please stop talking. You kept repeating in your head, with your eyes closed. Desiring to disappear from the embarrassment and just not having to face the look on the man’s face beneath you.

It wasn’t like you liked to do that. You just had to. A job is a job. Those words kept you going and stopped you from falling apart. 

At first, you had managed to keep up with your weekly quotas by just dancing, but when word got around, Mouse decided to higher his commission. Forcing you to look for more ways to make money.

And any time you tried to get a job that didn’t involve this word, your brother was back at you with threats and violence. You had tried so many times before, you ever gave your first blow job and had some bills thrown at your face.

You had felt disgusted with yourself and scrubbed your tongue. After that, you brushed your teeth for eternity. It took you long enough to insert in your head that it was part of your job. That it was just a job.

But word got around. Again. And as always, Mouse found a way to benefit himself. And now he had you dancing for his people and sucking them off. You didn’t even get privacy having to do everything in that same chair.

It was disgusting. It made you cry a lot. And it was something you definitely didn’t want him to know about.

Fez

Your Fezco

Only God knows how hard you prayed for so long for this day. Day, noon, night.

Your imagination had been the only thing that had kept you happy all this time. In the middle of dancing, upstage or private, between jobs, the only thing that kept you going and smiling was thinking about the different scenarios in which you could meet again.

Your favorite one was where you find yourselves at the university. You are walking around, maybe at the start of your first semester there. You are still a little lost and getting used to the installations that it takes you a while to get around.

You had your math class next and were absolutely lost with the indications that the office gave you. So, you asked a group of people sitting at an outside table.

They were friendly, and one of the girls even offered to take you. You thanked them all and left with the girl. And then, she would say something like, “Oh my GOD, you are going to love this class. The teacher assistant is so cute. Everyone loves it just because of him.”

And you wouldn’t believe her, oblivious to what was coming next. But when she left you at the door, and you had chosen your seat, it was going to be his voice that would have made you look up. And there he would have been, being a math teacher assistant. A great one.

Then, you would approach him, he would remember you, of course, and your encounters would increase following that day.

That was your favorite scenario because it just seemed right. It felt right. That was how life should have been for both of you.

But it never occurred, and you were stuck here. Being pulled by your hair by your brother’s hand brings you back to your reality.

The force that he pulled you with made you moan from the pain.

“Yeah, right," he laughed. “She loves it when you pull her like this, just like the slut she is, right little sissy,” he shoveled your head to the side with force and left the room, probably going to look for someone to deal with him.

Any female who would have been forced to have him couldn't help but make you feel bad.

You felt a soft hand go behind your head, taking it softly and caressing your skull. Fez, oh Fez. Still looking at you with those same eyes. And the same look he always had on for you when you were just kids.

He looked around discreetly, and when he was sure no one was around, he grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving.

You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.

“Hi,” you muttered, failing to contain your nervousness and focusing your eyes anywhere else than his face.

Yet, he cradled your face softly. Inciting you to rest your cheeks in his hold, making you feel warm, safe, and delicate.

“My pretty doll face,” he couldn’t believe his eyes, “You were here? All this time? How did I never see you?”

“I keep to myself mostly. When not working or with…Mouse,” you doubt a little at the end. You see his eyes harden at the name.

“What’s he of you?”

You clench your jaw, embarrassed at the situation. At first, you were a little doubtful, but you finally told him, “My brother.”

“No brother should be treating his little sister like that,” his eyes soften at your sight. For him, you seemed fragile due to all the abuse and violence surrounding you, and it was wrong. You had always been full of confidence in yourself. You never seemed scared and always smiled at the world. That was you, he remembered, the little girl that had been the focal source of inspiration all this time.

He wanted you to become her again, your true self. Not what these people wanted and were forcing you to be; scared and oppressed, abused.

“Women should be protected, adored. No matter their job choice or anything,” he murmured against your forehead, leaving his lips pressed, trying to comfort you without being too excessive with his touch.

But you wanted a hug, you caved touch from him. After all these years without any glimpse of gentleness, you had forgotten what it felt to be warm.

Slowly, your arms went around his middle, and he secured you between his arms, eyes closed by both parts. Just two people savoring the moment.

“Why have you not you left,”

“I can’t. I’ve tried so many times,” you felt the tears starting to form.

He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.

"Whenever you pack your things and leave, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

“Fezco, you don’t have to,”

“Too bad, I want to,” he smiled at you.

“Fezco,” you said softly.

“I want to, doll face. Okay?”

“Okay,” you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Now this has "Whenever you pack your things and depart, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.

Sadly, all good things have to end, and this moment too.

“I have to go, little girl,” he murmured against your hair.

“Just…5 minutes more, please?” 

“I wish, but not wanna risk getting someone mad at you,” he said as his arms prepared to let you go, but you snuggled closer into his chest.

“I don’t want to let you go,” you tighten your grip on him.

He laughs softly while exhaling. You are not letting me go, ma." He kisses the crown of your head, saying, "We'll be together again. Where're you working at, pretty girl?"

You press your lips together in a tight line before you let out a sigh, “At the neighborhood’s strip club.”

“Alright, now I know where to find you,”

“We’re not losing contact anymore?”

He exaggerates his hold on you while kissing your crown, saying, "No more, pretty one," which causes you to chuckle. "You won't be free of me, you hear me? I have to give this gorgeous one a lot of visits.

You nod, euphoric by his words. But wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear you say yes and laugh. For you, let yourself be carefree for a second.

He moves his lips down to your ear and repeats his question with a funny tone, “You hear me, ma? You hear me!?” 

“Yes! Yes, I do!” you laugh, looking up at him, just for him to be already staring back at you with his hooded eyes and a cute smile. He kissed your forehead one last time before getting up with you still in his arms and letting you down in the chair gently.

He strokes your face, taking some strands off and tucking them behind your ears. You smiled at him, and he had never stopped doing so. He walked backward for most of the footpath until he closed that door, and you were back.

Aware of your surroundings, feeling the disgust coming back and curling up on the chair, starting to count to 10, trying to control your breaths.

Nights and days went by, and you had to keep up with your life. Your work and your dancing. But you couldn’t help feeling some sort of hope filling you. You felt motivated for a better future. That there might be a future out there after all.

You felt yourself changing and even started dancing in between your dances. It felt unbelievable how powerful a moment can become, no matter how short.

Your shift had ended, and you were putting away your things in your bag when one of the security guys entered the room. You side-eye him, “You want to head? If you do, the price went up.”

“Your brother’s guy is here. They are waiting for you. Outside.” he gruffed, leaving just as he entered.

You froze. The only time this happens is when your payment is due. And you were not due until the end of the week. You walk through the people until going through the back door and waving goodbye to the early morning shift guys.

You kept your head down, walking silently and with an iron grip over your bag. You recognize the man standing out of the vehicle, one of your brother's buddies.

He opens the door without making a sound, giving each other a nod, closing it after you. You stare at him through the tinted glass. The car was empty beside your brother’s presence beside you.

“I’m not due,” you muttered.

“Well, little sissy. You know what happens to people who earn more than they deserve?” He pulls out a blunt and inhales a long puff before filling the car with smoke. You shook your head.

“Their payment goes up,” he releases smoke. Right to your face, making you hold your breath by reflex.

“I don’t have more money, Mouse.” you try to reason, “Between you and my employer, I barely have any more money left.”

He chuckles breathlessly, "Heard your blowie price went up. Who knows? 'Might be the time you start using your pussy. I know a few who would pay big grand for a taste."

“I’m not doing that,” your hand grips the seat.

“Well, I tried. Now pay, or you’ll be working with a bruised eye.”

“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”

“What about tips?” 

In my locker, safe from any trash like you.

“Boss keeps them,”

He sits still for a few seconds with the blunt between his lips.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he grabs a fist of your hair, pulling from it, making you look at the car’s ceiling, hurting your neck by the sudden movement.

You moan in pain, and he grabs you in a chokehold, “Careful there, honey. My buddies here might think you like that and wanna try doing it themselves.”

“You wouldn’t”

He yells out a name and yanks down your strapless top with a questioning, "You sure?" Someone unlocks a door. "Miralas. A que no son bonitas? Tocalas, she likes it." Mouse plays with and massages your boobs while encouraging his buddy to do the same. The hands then shift shortly after. (Look at them. Aren't they lovely? Touch them)

The guy starts by playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your brother pulls your hair, making you moan in pain again.

“You hear that, bro? Told you she likes it,” he laughs.

You feel the tears forming in your eyes. This had never happened before. You had never felt so vulnerable. Feeling unable to move or even react to any slight movement. Your grip is stuck on the leather seat. And your breathing turned erratic.

You notice the guy taking his finger into his mouth and then back at your nipples, wetting them. Your body shakes in fear and disgust. You pray for everything to stop or for you to just black out and not remember anything.

“They feel nice, bossman.”

His hand moves down, rubbing your genitalia, and says, "Let me tell you what, in a few days, this pussy could be all yours." He licks your neck, "Think of it as a present from me, a sneak peek before it goes on sale, huh? What do you think, little sissy?"

You were going to vomit. You could feel it coming. Your body was sweating cold, the ringing in your ears overpowering his words. You felt as if you were out of your body, being able to see everything happening to your body as if you were a viewer.

It was as if your mind and body had separated from one another. Your insides were shrinking by the feeling of their wandering hands.

Please stop.

Jesus Christ, you are my brother.

Please stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Help, please, someone. 

God, please listen. Please.

The man had taken over your brother's hand, placing it down on you, palming you, tracing your lips with his middle finger.

The tears started to drop. You hadn’t even noticed until they started laughing loudly about it.

“Mouse, that you, my man?” 

Your eyes move, looking for the voice owner. Locating a shadow hovering over your brother's side, opening the door.

“Carrot boy! What you doing ‘ere?” Fez looked past him, focusing on you and your position. His heart dropped. Having to see you like that was not pleasant. It took every ounce of his willpower to not take you right there and run away and leave everything behind.

He had to take you out of that situation and fast.

“Sweetcheeks here left me desiring for more, came ‘round looking to test if her sucking skills are good as they say,” he faked a smile. “But with that view. I’ll pay anything for a titty fuck, giving me a hard-on,” he chuckles, grabbing his crotch area

Mouse palms his shoulder laughing. “I like this boy! He just understands,” he looks over at the dude over you, “Take your hands off. She’s about to get real busy.”

Mouse grabs you from the back of your neck and throws you at Fez, who immediately cradles your body, trying to give you safety.

“Take her to my crib when you finish with her, money in hand, carrot boy.”

“Don’t be up waiting for ‘er! Gotta make that money worth it. If you know what I mean,” Mouse nods at his words smiley. And looks for something in his pocket, giving it to him.

“Just give her some if she fights. You know how it is.”

“As long as she’s not a spitter,” he takes the bag from him and waves them goodbye. Waiting for them to be out of sight before he could hug you properly.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker,” he curses against your hair, kissing it between words, “I’ve got to get you out of there, ma.”

You felt something in you click with those words, making you return from the trance you had entered.

You started crying almost immediately, sobbing -hard- a river flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t even care about being half naked in a parking lot; if Fez could feel you up, you just cared about the warmth that hugged you. 

Your hands held on tight to his shirt, taking the fabric in a fist, unable to stay still in that hug. Grabbing him by the shoulders and neck, pulling his cloth. You wanted comfort.

Fezco could feel the tears trespassing his shirt, the buggers coming out onto his shirt. You're sobbing, making him feel tears forming in his own eyes.

He made a promise to himself that night, a vow. He would become your protector and do whatever it took to take you out of there and ensure you never return.

“Just wait a little more, and we’ll be together before you know it,” he kisses your tears, and you nod wanting to believe his words.

@myamamahdi @starzsworldsblog @billyhargrovesprincess @itzlochnessie @ethereallocs <3

[renren-006]

Hi could you do something with fezco where he has a big fight with reader(girlfriend) with a happy ending

You Did a Bad Thing Twice| Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1468 Warnings: Angst, drugs, language, fluff A/N: hey!! so i decided to have a little fun and have a little twist with this one hope you like it!!

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew.

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew. 

Time Number One:

This one had not been all your fault, only partially. You and Rue had decided to tag along with the boys to a deal and chill out in the car. It was only the two of you that night and it was surprisingly terrifying being trapped in a car with Rue, high off her ass. Fez didn't know she had taken something and you didn't want to be the one to rat her out but that happened anyways when someone came and put guns to your heads in front of Fez. You stood there in the dim light of the shipping containers and boats with Fezco’s eyes burning holes in your head. The man behind you had your hair in his hands and a gun to your spine, you thought you were going to piss yourself because of how scared you were. Then there was Rue, talking shit as normal and wouldn't shut up, so the man behind her jostled her a few times before she hit the mute button.

"Hey man, you let er' go" Fez spoke calmly to the man behind you. "They dont know nothin"

"Yea? Then why the hell you bring them here?" he asked, pulling my hair back, yanking my neck, and the gun dug deeper into my skin.

"Please, please" you begged, "I don't even do drugs, sir"

"Sir? Is this your girl Fezco?" the man asked, and Fez stepped closer.

"Yea," he said sternly, "You let her and her friend go and I'll forget about this shit ever happening, or else you can go find someone else to deal for you"

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. The man then threw you off of him, making you stumble and tip into Fez’s arms while the other guy calmly let Rue go, who stumbled behind Ashtray and was mumbling something to herself to calm down.

"Aight'' the man said, "You deal our shit properly or next time we won't leave your curious girl as clean as we left her today" and that was the end of the meeting. You clung to Fez who in turn picked you up and brought you back to the car. He sat you down next to him, one of your legs over his as he drove home, Ashtray watched from the backseat with a freaked-out Rue. That night you got scolded and got fucked senselessly till you swore promises to him as you fell asleep calmly. 

Time Number 2:

The second time was all your fault. Fezco knew you well enough to know that having a drug dealer show up at your shared house unannounced was a bad idea. So he shoved you into your shared room, and told you to be quiet. What seemed like an hour ticked by and you had not heard a peep from outside. You cautiously stepped into the hallway, and down to the kitchen and living room, only to come across a room full of tatted up guys with the main one sitting across from Fez. When you tried to step back down the hallway and out of the eyes of the gang members one of them spotted you.

"Hey! Fez you didn't say there were others in the house" the man said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. You were only in your sleep shorts and one of Fez shirts, you nervously put your arms around yourself to hide. 

"You have a pretty one, Fezco. Why didn't you have this little....slut join us?" the man asked Fez.

"She ain't no slut. She's my girl" Fez said seriously, "And she aint got no business here, let her go back to our room" 

"No, you hid this little thing away when I said no other listeners, she'll stay until we're finished here" he said as you were thrown next to Fez on the couch whose hand found yours. You wanted to whisper to him but the grip he had told you that he was pissed and I shouldn't talk if I wanted this deal to continue going smoothly. You knew you should not have snuck out the room to see what was going on.

"Now where were we...right. Molly? Are you selling my shit or do I have to teach you a lesson by playing with your girl?"

"Don't you touch her," Fez Said. You knew Fez hated selling molly, after what happened with Rue. It wasn't a secret that you knew about Fez's worries and his do's and don'ts in this business. You had talked to Ashtrey enough about this line of work to know that you could have fucked up this deal majorly by having Fez take on the selling of Molly.

"Look man I had a bad run in with Molly okay. I don't want to mess with that no more"Fez insisted.

"Well then, I think we have some persuading to do, '' he said and before he could even reach over to touch you, Ash had his gun aimed right at the dude's head.

"Don't you touch my ma you hear" Ash spoke, gun ready to shoot if the man even thought twice. The other guys had their arms now ready to whip their guns out but one had one trained on me and Fez was about to lose it. 

"Ash, put it down" a command spoken by Fez had the boy putting his firearm down. "Fine, small number, I already have your other products to sell" 

"I like a negotiation, '' the man said, waving his arm to have the man drop the gun and hand Fez a small bag. "One ounce, since your so cautious, and I won't try to touch your girl again if the bag is all sold"

"Deal" Fez spoke so fast he hoped the men would leave soon, and he did. When they were gone and you were calming down, Fez exploded. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked Ash, straightened his back at Fez's loud words. 

"I...was curious. I was there for an hour…” you said, your voice quest as you spoke back to him. 

"What? you thought you would come walking in to see what was happening and leave not harmed" Fezco asked you angrily. 

"Yea.." 

"You cannot be serious! What the hell Y/N! The last time this happened you had a gun to your back and a man who looked like he wanted to take you, and this time.....I thought you were going to die" Fez said loudly. He was scared, this voice wasn't anger, ir was cautious. You threw that away when you went down the hallway and Fez almost lost his mind at the thought of you being hurt. 

"I think that about you, that you'll die one day when I'm not there or when Ash can't spring a gun..." You told him softly, you knew the worries because you had them. 

"Y/N," he said softly, his tone changing.

"I'm curious, because I want...No I need to know how much danger you're in"

"I'm safe hunny I swear" Fez spoke. He slowly sat back down next to you on the couch. 

"Are you? Because I know I fucked that up but what if I had not come out here and what if you still refused and he pulled a gun on you or Ash and all I could do is cry over one of your bodies...?" you screamed back. Now it was you that was scared "I can't live if you're not there, and I can not be kept in the shadows about this shit"

"I'm sorry, honey. I know now how much terror you must feel" Fez said, scooting closer to you on the couch. Ash slid down onto the chair in front of you two.

"I'll always protect him. And you" Ash spoke, "Your my ma, you care and you worry just like a mom would"

"I do, oh Ash hun I do, I worry about both my boys, and this line of work scares me because I don't know what shape you'll come home in"

"We know '' Fez spoke. "Why don't we watch that Disney movie you love?" He asked you. A smile rose to your face. 

"You'll watch that with me?" You asked.

"Anything to make you feel better," he told you. "Anything for you hunny"

[yourgirlthingy]

Decided that Fezco deserved some love because I couldn't think of anyone else to write about and his character is just *chefs kiss*

Imagine: Fez and you are in his car high out of your minds talking about the future. The night sky is beautiful and you enjoy the fresh air... And things start to get a little bit heated -Wink-Wonk-

Warnings: Drug Abuse, Strong Language, Sexual themes, Angst kind of but not really, Vaping and Fez being an amazing boyfriend.

Word count: 816

The car was hot, a big contrast to the cold air of the night. The familiar smell of weed filling your noses. You must admit that the feeling of being high was nice, stripping you of any of your worries. It was quite late and Ash had finally agreed to go to sleep. Sometimes he is like a grown man trapped in a kids body, other times he actually acts his age. Like tonight when he put up a fight about going to bed early.

In all honestly the pair of you would usually let him stay up but the day had been stressful and you wanted time to yourselves. The edge being taken off by the drug really helping with the headache you had accumulated during the day. Your boyfriend lay next to you, eyes closed basking in his calm state.  

Leaning over, you press a kiss to his cheek causing him to open his eyes. Both of your eyes catching each others for a moment. Still bliss in this state of Euphoria. Taking another swig from the large bottle of alcohol and collapsing next to the gorgeous man. You turn on your side a sudden urge to be close to him washing over you.

Breaking the silence Fezco lets out a sigh "What do you think will happen in the future." You were slightly taken aback by the question. And although he didn't seem like it, he constantly wondered about what the future would hold. For a while you pondered about the question unsure of how to respond. Many thoughts went through your head.

Did you want to have kids? Would you still be living in this hell hole of a town? What would happen to Ash?

"I don't know," you responded honestly. He nodded somewhat agreeing with you. But there was something behind his glazed out eyes. "What do you want to happen?" Just that question set something off in him. You could tell he had an idea and you were sure it was going to be good. He let out a quick cough and began,

"I wanna get out of this town and start a family," a lazy smile was on his lips as he said this. He was thinking about what it would be like, it was obvious. "Me, you and Ash without all of the drugs and looking after my grandmother." The confession didn't shock you but just intrigued you more into his thinking. "I wanna get to a point where I can have a kid and not be worried for its life," He says with emotion clear in his voice at the end.

You just listen to him expectantly casually replying with a "Mhm," or "Yeah." He was quite optimistic but knew not to get his hopes up because anything could happen. Although you shouldn't, you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked in that moment. Eyes droopy while he talked about his future with you.

A sudden burst of energy ran over you as you leaned over and kissed him. Instinctively, he pulled you onto his lap - straddling him. This quick kiss turned into a heated make-out sesh between the two of you. The drugs coursing through your system making you feel like you're floating. Things went from zero to a hundred extremely fast. Both of you trying to get closer to each other. Like you had been starved of each others touch for far too long.

Discarding your jacket, you started to grind down onto him a muffled moan escaping your lips. You felt your body heat up more if that was even possible. Knowing that things were starting to get exciting, he flipped you onto your back on the back seat.

A surprised squeal left your lips as he began grinding down on to you adding back to the friction. "Don't start something you cant finish, mamas," he whispers in your ear. The windows steaming up from the heat in the metal box.

Tonight was definitely going to be one you remembered...

A/n: I'm going to admit, writing this made a little hot ya know. Anywho I wanna know who you want One Shots or headcanons of so my asks are always open!!!.

[cloveswifey]

MatchMaker

Parings: Fezco x Fem!Reader

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

Words: 0.7k

Type: Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[y2kslvts]

hello! i wrote a fez (euphoria) story a few months back and would love if it could be checked out 🥹✨🫶🏻💓 ily

[tragedyface]

Ashtray: I 's the first-a the month, you know what that means

Fezco: yeah, yeah, I'll go get the pan

Lexi: What do you need a pan for

Ash: for my birthday pancakes

Lexi: it's your birthday?

Ash: ion know, could be. One-a the lit things about not havin' a legal identity or nothin' is not knowin' when your birthday is- means every day could be my birthday

Fezco: We limit it to once a month so we know we did it up at least in the right month

Ash: I get pancakes, I get a present and I get full control of the remote

Lexi: Do you ever have a party?

Ash: Nah, who am I gonna invite

Fezco: I tried takin' him to Playville one time but Ash committed a hit an' run on the go kart track an' we were asked not to come back

Ash: He came out of nowhere!

*one month later*

Ashtray: Yo why we goin' to Lexi's for dinner today? I'm missing out on my TV supremacy

Fezco: She insisted

*Rings bell*

*Lexi opens the door and there are birthday decorations everywhere*

Lexi: Suprise!

Ash: What's this?

Lexi: it's a birthday party. For you Ash

Ash: Really?

Lexi: yeah, there's a cake and a bounce house and-

Ash: There a bounce house!?

Lexi: There sure is

*Ashtray runs*

[eddieismypimp]

That’s my mom!

Fezco x reader, ash x reader (platonic)

Summary: you had been with fez for a while, ash sees you two as parents and is very protective of you.

Requested by: @prettiestofthemall1 (I hope this is close to what you had in mind and I hope you like this <3)

You had been with Fezco for years now. You met when you were very young and hit it off immediately. He didn’t really like you involved with the dangerous stuff in his life but you helped him take care of Ash and his grandma. You basically raised Ash, he was your baby. You were very protective of them and to say they were protective of you would be an actual understatement.

“Ash, honey, I know how to use scissors.” You said to him. Him and Fez bought some walkie talkies so they could talk to each other easier and you told ash you would open the package for him. You don’t understand why these plastic packages are so hard to open.

“I know, I just don’t want you to get cut or something.” He said.

“I know baby.” You said smiling at him. “But I should be saying these things to you, I’m the adult here.”

“I know, I know.” He said. “I just want you to be safe.”

They always tried to help you with stuff or do stuff for you, and although at times it could be overwhelming and a little annoying, you could absolutely never be mad at them. You thought it was cute.

Today you had to go to the store. Food was running low in the house and you had to make sure there was always snacks because these boys loved to eat.

“Hey baby, I’m going to the store soon, is there anything specific you would like for me to get?” You asked Fez.

“There’s nothing specific I can think of, just snacks.” He said kissing your cheek. “I have to go to work today.. are you sure you wanna go?” He asked.

“Yeah I’m sure, I’ll be fine fezzy.” You said smiling at him.

“Well, we could just go tomorrow if you want, I don’t have anything to do.” He said.

“No babe, it’s really fine.” You said to him, I can go.”

“Hey Ash!” Fez yelled so his brother could hear him. Seconds later Ash came walking into the kitchen where you and Fez were.

“Do you mind to go to the store with y/n?” He asked his brother. “I can’t go today and she doesn’t wanna wait until tomorrow.”

“No I don’t care.” Ash said.

“Guys, it’s really fine.” You said to them. “I can go on my own, it’s not a problem.”

“You’re not going alone.” Ash said.

You put your hands up in surrender. There was no use arguing because he was gonna go either way.

“Alright, alright.” You said. “Well, I’m leaving now.”

You gave Fez a kiss. “I love you and I’ll see you later.” You said smiling at him.

“I love you too, be careful you guys.” He said watching as you grabbed your purse and walked out the door with Ash following close behind you.

You guys have been at the store for a hot minute and had grabbed almost everything you needed. There was still a couple more things.

“Ash, wanna go grab some pasta noodles while I go and get the lettuce?” You asked him. He gave you a weird look, not wanting to leave you alone but he finally nodded his head and walked in the direction of the pasta noodles. You pushed the cart over to the vegetable aisle grabbing the lettuce and looking at some other vegetables. You decided to grab some broccoli and bell pepper. As you were putting your bell peppers in your cart, someone walked up to you.

“Uh hey.” You heard him say.

You looked at him weird.

“Hi?” You said in a question.

“Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to know if you were single?” He asked you.

“Uh no, I’m absolutely not single.” You said with an attitude.

“Well damn mama, you don’t gotta be so rude.” He said.

You ignored him, wondering where Ash was.

Little did you know, Ash had saw the guy walk up to you and was now storming up to you guys angrily.

You went to go walk away.

“Hey come on now, don’t be like that.” The guy said grabbing your arm pretty harshly, pulling you into his side.

“Let me the fuck go right now.” You said angrily.

“Yeah? or what?” He asked with a smirk. In a matter of seconds the guy was pushed off you.

“Hey man, you need to back the fuck up!” Ash said getting in the guys face. You relaxed knowing you weren’t alone anymore.

“What are gonna do about it? You’re a child.” The guy said.

Ash just glared at him.

“Come on baby doll, let’s just go.” You said attempting to pull Ash away from the guy, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Do you even know this kid?” The guy asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.” You said , annoyed that he was still talking.

“Oh yeah, how?” He asked, not believing that you actually knew him.

“That’s my fucking mom.” Ash said.

The guys eyes got wide as he looked between you and Ash. He didn’t say a damn thing else, just turned around and walked away. You sighed in relief. Ash turned to look at you.

“You okay mom?” He asked you.

“Yeah I’m okay baby, thank you for standing up for me.” You said pulling him into a hug. You guys quickly went to the check out and paid for your stuff. Once you guys were safely in the car you let out a loud sigh. Ash pulled out his phone and started texting.

“Please don’t tell Fez about this Ash, he’ll freak out.” You said looking over at him as he sat his phone in his lap.

“To late.” He said with a worried look. You think he was more shaken up than you were. He reached over and put his hand on your arm. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m okay Ash, are you okay?” You asked him.

“I don’t know, what if I hadn’t been there?” He asked. “Something could have happened.

“But you were there and everything’s fine, there’s no need to worry Ash.” You said.

You started the car up and making your way to the house. Once you got home, you and Ash put up all the groceries. He wouldn’t leave your side. You sat on the couch and turned Netflix on to the show you and Ash had been watching religiously. He sat next to you leaning on you, putting his arms around you to give you a hug. You guys sat like that for hours, him not wanting to let you go. Finally Fez stormed through the door. He sighed in relief when he saw you guys sitting on the couch.

“Hi baby.” You said looking at him.

“Hi baby, you okay?” He asked, walking over to you guys.

“Yeah I’m okay, everything’s fine.” You said to him as you grabbed your hand to help you stand up so you can give him a hug. Ash’s grip around you tightened as he gave Fez a glare.

“What’s wrong wit you boy, let me hug my girl.” Fez said in a playful way. Ash shook his head no, hugging you tighter.

“Ash, im okay honey, I’m not goin no where I promise.” You said rubbing the top of his short hair. He sighed but finally let you stand up. You gave Fez a hug and a kiss.

“See, this is the type of shit I’m talking about, this is why we want to be with you at all times.” Fez said pulling you close to him. “What if Ash hadn’t been there? What would have happened?” He asked.

“I’m glad Ash was there but I had it under control fezzy.” You said.

“You did not have it under control.” Ash said. “That asshole grabbed you.”

“Yo, don’t nobody need to be grabbing my girl.” Fez said.

“It’s alright guys, it’s over now and I’m fine.” You said. “You wanna watch this show with me and Ash?” You asked Fez. He nodded and you guys sat down, Fez in between you and Ash.

“What do you think this is?” Ash asked. “You think you can just come home and take her away?”

You and Fez laughed as you stood up to sit in between them.

“Better?” You asked.

Ash nodded as he laid his head in your lap.

You guys had a really good night, just chilling, watching your show. Eventually you had gotten up to go make dinner and Ash had followed you to help. Needless to say, you loved these boys, and if you ever wanted personal space you would have to get over it because it wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon. :)

[fezc0swife]

say it again?

summary | after being with fez for almost a year you start picking up on the way he talks and when he starts to notice he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are.

pairing | fezco x fem!reader

a/n | hi! this is my first ever fic! i hope you enjoy it!!!! i love how this came out and hope you do too!!!! <333

you and fezco had been dating for a little over a year now. you spent almost everyday with him as much as you could. he would pick you up and drop you off at school. then you’d go to the shop with him. then you’d go home. this was a reoccurring thing. you were always together. and when your always with someone you kinda start to catch onto the way the talk and phrases they use. so you didn’t even notice the slight accent you had or phrases you’d been using. but fez and ash noticed right away.

“hold up…say it again ma?” fez said after you’d been ranting to him about the newest movie you had watched

“i said ion’ know how i still have money in my bank account cause i’ve seen this movie so many times it-” you stopped when you saw the wide grin on his face.

“what? did i say something?” you said quickly trying to remember what you had said wrong

“nah baby. you good.” he said kissing your head and letting you continue talking.

the second time it happened was with ash. you and him were laying on the couch watching a movie when he chuckled after you said something.

“what’s funny?” you said looking over at him

“nah nothing just say it again?” he said trying to cover up his laugh

“say what again?” you said confused

“what you just said!” he said like it was so obvious

“all i said was i hate thanos…” you said recalling what you had said.

“and then after that…”

“he’s a lil’ bitch?” you said confused on what was so wrong with what you said.

“oh my god.” he said as he slightly laughed leaving you confused.

the next few times it happened you didn’t even bother to ask why they were laughing but this time you needed to find out what was going on.

“guys im so fuckin’ hungry!! can we get some pizza or sum’?” you said from the couch instantly standing up when you heard snickers from behind you

“okay what is so funny? cause im genuinely confused you guys!” you said with a slight frown on your face feeling like you were missing out on an inside joke.

“nothing ma it’s just that…” fez said trying to think of how to word it.

“you’re starting to talk like us y/n.” ash said once again looking at you like it was obvious.

“what do you mean? how do i talk like you we all talk the same?” you said still confused

“you’ve picked up on my phrases and my slang i guees you could call it. it’s cute baby!” fez said smiling at you from the kitchen table.

“oh. well i didn’t even notice.” you said in realization “if you guys want me to stop doing it i can jus-”

“no no it’s cute ma!” fez said immediately walking over to you and placing his hands around your waist looking down at you.

“you sure? i don’t wanna seem annoying…” you said looking up at him

“i’m sure baby. hundred percent sure!” he said tilting your chin up to meet his lips

“mm i love you fezzy!!” you said pulling away and looking up at him

“yeah the slang can stay but that nicknames gotta go!” he said pecking your lips once more

“what why? it’s so cute!! right ashy?” you said looking over fezcos shoulder at ash

“oh yeah soooo cute fezzy!!!” ash said mocking you cause you didn’t drop the nickname for him either.

“god i love that you two get along but hate it sometimes.” he said rubbing his head with his hand

“we love you though!” you said as you flopped back down onto the couch opening the dominoes app on your phone and he went back to counting money.

“yeah yeah!” he said in defeat knowing he wouldn’t trade you guys for anything.

“she’s def a keeper.” ash said as fez sat down.

“yeah she is.”

[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household

a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3

It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.

It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.

That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.

It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.

You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.

Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.

Fezco

He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.

It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.

“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.

“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand

“There was a backside!”

“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”

“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.

“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.

He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.

“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.

“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.

“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.

And then everything went to shit.

“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.

“Hey, have you seen-”

“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.

“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”

“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”

“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”

“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”

You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.

“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”

“What?” you whispered.

“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”

“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”

“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”

And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.

It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.

And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.

“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)

His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.

“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)

“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”

“What you mean!?”

“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.

If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.

“Mouse!”

“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)

“But how am I going to get you that?”

“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”

You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.

“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.

“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”

You nodded, unsure.

“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”

“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)

It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.

That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.

That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.

You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.

Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.

“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.

“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.

But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.

You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.

You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.

“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”

“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.

“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”

You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.

You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

[teafrompari]

Fezco | Euphoria ep. 1 | wallpapers

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[ch3rrydoll]

peace / fezco

pairing : fezco X Y/N

summary : a short and sweet drabble about y/n and fezco being each others peace

word count : 427 ( so damn close 😩)

a/n : so this is like my first fic in a whillleee but i’ve been loving fez so much so i wrote a very self indulgent fic about it. I’ve been heavilly inspired about writing by these lovely author’s and their personal works that i can’t reccomend enough ; @heartshapedwords @brooklynwritess @imaginemegood @dollybarnes and that’s just a few but seriously please go visit their works ,, u will not regret it ! Thank y’all so much for sharing yalls work and breaking me out of my writers block,, mwah!!

Fez couldn’t remember when Y/N had become such an essential part of his peace. Growing up he had only ever had himself and his grandma, and then when she had fallen into a coma it was only him and Ash. Maybe, he had just gotten so used to taking care of his little brother, his grandma’s endless medical bills, and the family business his grandma had busted her ass to build that he hadn’t thought of what he needed but when he comes home to her, he knows.

She’s lounging in his bed wearing a pair of his boxers and a hoodie he swears he told her to not touch while reading some book. He couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed at her messing around in his clothes because she just looked so damn comfortable - and shit did fez need comfort right now.

He knocked on the doorframe, “ nice hoodie, ma “ his amused voice broke her out of the deep trance this chapter had on her. “ Thanks, I’m thinkin it’s my new favorite,” she said slyly. She placed her book to the side and opened her arms gesturing for him, “C’mere baby”.

Fez felt his heart warm at her actions, quickly making his way to lay across her, his head lying in the warmth of her neck. He felt all of the stress of the day hit him while surrounded by her warm vanilla perfume combined with her acrylic nails dancing across his back slowly being lulled to sleep.

“ How did the deal go.” she hummed, leaning onto his head. Keeping his eyes closed he responded ‘‘Bout as good as it could.” he huffed “ Motherfucker talked so much, pissed me off.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the annoyance lacing his voice.

“ Yoo, why you laughing “

“ You’re so grumpy Fez.” she laughed. He nipped at her shoulder in retaliation, causing Y/N to let out a small screech and pinch him in return.

“Not cool,” he only hummed in response as they laid in silence together simply enjoying each other's presence. The silence was cut through by Fez’s slurred sleeping voice. “ I love you Y/N.” another peaceful silence followed “ For real, couldn’t do this without you.”

Y/N felt a wave of peace wash over her with his words, “ I love you too Fez, so fucking much.” she looked down at his sleeping figure and delivered a gentle kiss to his head and covered them both with the comforter, quickly following him into sleep.

[yourgirlthingy]

Rip Angus 😭❤️ My heart is broken rn rest easy 🕊️

[astrid-sorensen]

His girl ✧ Fezco x reader

AN - Please give me a follow if you like, my page is only fezco fic and i don’t have any plan of stopping soon haha.

✎ Word count - 4,857

✩ Genre - Angst, Fluff

❀ Warnings - drug use, guns, sexual assault

The dealer pulled up to the apartment complex, driving past the gates and pulled down a small side road, turning the engine off. It was New years and you were excited. Mostly to have a fresh start but also because you looked sexy as fuck and were staying round Fezcos for the first time tonight. Earlier in the night you had noticed his eyes dancing across your bare skin, essentially undressing you with his eyes already. "Aight, me and ash gotta handle some serious business right now you know." He said turning in his seat to you and Rue in the back, before jumping out his drivers seat. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" You heard him ask as he approached Custer, coming out of earshot. They exchanged a few words in the December drizzle as the blonde was ordered over to the car. As she approached you got out, hopping into the passengers side to give everyone some more room. The freckled man came over to your side of the window and leant in.

"Ten, twenty minutes tops. Y'all just please stay in the car. no fucking funny buisness." He glanced your direction a coy smile on his lips. "cmon let's go." he said motioning to Ash who was already waiting by the car.

"Pease don't be long." you pleaded and he brushed your check with his hand for a very brief second that no one else saw.

"Promise." he said sweetly, soon turning round to enter the apartment.

"Hi i'm faye." The pale girl introduced herself, her voice coming out in a low pitch whine.

"Yo I'm Rue." She replied back, friendly. Then introduced you for you. You didn't join the conversation, watching in the wing mirror as you saw the male walk off, ash in tow behind him. You tapped the glass on the window, watching the raindrops dance on the pane the other side. "So uh how's your New Years going?" You heard Rue speak up out of seemingly nowhere.

"It's fucking New Years?" The blonde asked, shocked.

"i believe so." Rue responded, a lightness to her voice.

"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything." She complained, playing with something in her sock. You felt a twang of sorrow for the girl. Before long you heard the tap on an old mint tin against her acrylic nails.

"Uh I don't think you should be doing that." Rue blurted, uncomfortable. Rue mumbled out your name and you instantly knew she needed help. You whipped your head round to see her flicking a needle with her nails, watching it spout as the air bubbles came out.

"Oh my god." you said astounded. Rue immediately stiffened up and clung to you the back of your seat trying to get as physically far away as possible.

"Shut the fuck up you junkie bitch, you probably eat that gingers ass for oxys, or whatever the fuck your into." You felt your temperature rise and fists clench.

"Don't fucking talk about him like that!" You said going to grab the needle she was beginning to stick into her upper leg to throw out the window. In all the commotion you all failed to notice the figures coming towards the vehicle. In synchronicity you let out a piercing screech as you saw Faye, yanked backwards through the car window. Rue looked over to her with the same amount of fear but before you could process what was happening it happened to you too. The large hands dragged you to the neighbouring apartment, arms strapped to your body so the only thing you could move were your feeble legs. You battled and battled trying to trying to push him off but it was no use. You sandbagged, like a dropped weight in the ocean but it was no match to the mans muscle and he still managed to carry you to the stairway door. He pulled you inside, the cold concrete floors and walls felt clinical but there was nothing clean about that place. Mysterious marks and spills littered the area and you cringed at the thought. You were then tugged through the fire door, your terrified legs struggling to keep up with the mans purposeful strides. 'Please god let me be safe.' You wished as he unlocked the door and kicked you to the floor. Your hands whipped in front of you to brace the fall but it was no use, you had already come crashing onto the tiles, your head making a hard appearance. You moved quickly to sit up, taking in your surroundings as you noticed a familiar pair of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes darted up to see him, eyes soft but jaw clenched. He was angry. He let a hand fall towards you and once you had come round from your injury, you lifted a meek hand to grab it, letting him tug you up and quickly behind his large mass. Protecting you. You hurriedly brought your hands to his jumper clad arm and held onto it closely, nails digging ever so slightly from your anxiousness. You waited nervously, Fez shifted his weight to each foot as he on-looked the whole scene. The gangster then moved toward the stereo, lifting a large tattooed hand so simply press one button. Music quickly flooded your ear drums. Then you noticed Rue off to one side, eyes sunken and pale. She was fucked up but you could tell this whole ordeal was snapping her into reality, a small singular sweat drop ran down her creased forehead. "Right everybody, time to get naked. Cmon let's go." The thug uttered, walking back and forth throughout the kitchen. His glock was pointed to the floor but soon it was raised and looking each one of us between the eyes. Scanning us over. I winced at the thought.

"Obviously we're not wearing a fucking wire, you paranoid-" before Faye could finish, her head was slammed into the thin wall behind, instantly leaving a hole in the plasterboard. She sunk to the floor, defeated, her hair sloppily surrounding her face as she winced in pain. Your knees began to tremble.

"Hey!" Custer began before the same happened to him, smashing his head into the back

of the wall right where Ash had hit him before. Custer hastily began to remove his shoes. Fezco turned to his left to look down at you, your eyes merged together and you looked back, scared stiff as you gripped onto his navy blue knitted jumper tighter. He rested his hand flat to your thigh, to somehow offer some comfort but also to be able to push you behind him fully if anything were to happen. His eyes then swung back up to look straight. Custer swiftly started peeling his clothes off, first his t shirt and then his hands ran to unbuckle his belt. You looked down to the young boy next to you, he started with his hoodie before he was interrupted.

"Not you, no one wants to see a fucking 12 year old undress." You felt the ginger move from where you were behind him. "Put him in the closet." Ash began to put up a fight as he was dragged away, Fezco moving to interject.

"Woah hol' up-" He said angrily.

"Shut it!" The shouted as all the men rapidly lifted their guns to him, one aimed straight at your forehead. He took a deep breath then the ginger moved back the guns lowering as he went to pull his jumper and shirt off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. Your arms fell off his bicep as he did so, but quickly rejoined once he was done. You sent Rue a worried look who just looked back at you defensive, neither of you beginning to strip. The man continued dancing through the kitchen, like some old dude you'd see at a deadbeat bar. His weapon flailing around like it couldn't blow your brains apart. The freckled mans fingers moved down to his belt, unbuckling the brown leather accessory before he did his button and eventually his fly. He shuffled the denim at his hips a few times before they went to the floor and he stepped out the leg holes.

Then felt the circular barrel of the gun pressed to your temple.

"Hurry up you fucking slut! Get them off!" He exclaimed. Your lip trembled as your heart began palpitating, you were worried you might faint then and there if it wasn't for all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Bruh, she's not part of this. Leave my girl out of it." You heart raced at those two words, my girl.

"Your girl? She looks like a fucking prossy to me." He laughed, his accent sounding twisted. "If you don't strip here, we're take her to the fucking back room, got it?" A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

Your bottom lip quivered and once again you lifted your eyes up to merge with Fezco's. His lips were slightly parted and there was a slight crease on his forehead. A shaky sigh left your mouth and he turned to fully face you. "Pretend it's just me, okay?" He whispered carefully in your ear as you buried into his warm neck, his large hands moving to the sides of your top to lift it up carefully. You nodded into him, shaky sighs leaving you lips as the tears began to fall, dripping onto his exposed chest. He soon succeeded letting the top fall before running his hands up your back to your bra strap. You closed your eyes tightly as his hands played with the clasp before it shot open and he slid it off your arms to the floor. Your hands were already at your chest, covering your vulnerable body as he moved down and unbuttoned your jeans. But before he could help them off, a strong hand seized you by the arm. You were torn from Fez's grasp and thrown into the room opposite, your hip slamming into the oak wood table as the gunman with long scraggly hair watched. "Taking too fucking long!" The leader screamed, stepping over to join where you had just been thrown.

"Yo yo yo!" The ginger interjected, before being met with a caliber stuffed under his tense jaw. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat but the gun was in the way.

"Get yo ass back down or I will fold yo shit!" You heard a man shout, pushing the gun harder into Fez's skin. "I will fold yo shit!" Fez swallowed his words, stepping back as his eyes followed onto you. You stood there clutching your chest with both hands and eyes closed before they shot open with a harsh slap the the face. You winced in pain. Tears now falling at a rapid speed. He jolted your body to turn over before forcing you down onto the table your ass now in the air. You feared the worst but lacked the ability to fend him off. He pulled down your jeans in one clean motion as you were defenceless to the whole apartment. Your red lace thong was displayed to the room, the one you chose for only Fez to see as you knew he loves red on you, but now you wished you had worn anything else. Tormented bellows leaked from your mouth that you tried to stifle, laying there, too ashamed to move as you prayed Fez didn't see the whole scene. He did.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it!" The thug squawked before landing a hard strike to your ass cheek. Your body froze at the movement as the sting rung though the layers of your skin to the muscle below. He walked back to the kitchen and it took a second or two to collect yourself, before dashing one hand down to pull your jeans up, whilst the other somewhat tried to cover your breasts. Once the jeans were up most the way you paced over to Fezco, standing in his white boxers with pain and guilt cursing his features. He pulled you tightly into him, covering your exposed body from the world as he swayed you gently back and forth to somehow soothe the suffering.

"It's over now." He whispered into your ear before placing a kiss at your hairline and going to pull your top over you again. You didn't bother with the bra, you couldn't stand one more second in that place, let alone naked to them. "let's do business." The dealer said as he shot you a caring look, walking into the living room in still just his boxers. Rue had now returned, her hair soaked and clothes wet too. You wondered what had happened to make her that way. Fezco spoke in the other room as you and Rue sat on the counter.

"Are they addicts?" The long haired lady asked, lounging in her recliner.

"They might fuck around but nah." He said, as slow as ever. You continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"So you trust them?" She countered.

"With my life." He replied, arms hung over his bare knees.

"Is the short one your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. nah. She's like my family." He said monotone as your eyes drifted over to join his. his head turned your direction. They met for a moment before you turned quickly away. Your cheeks heated up, upset with his choice of words. Why would he call you that? He's just called you his girl for gods sake. They continued on their conversation before you saw laurie get up.

"Sorry about all the hubbub guys, just being careful." she said monotone, no emotion behind her voice so you couldn't even tell if she was being genuine. She strode past you carrying a large suitcase before dropping it onto the table you had earlier been stripped on. Fezco kept up behind her, watching the ordeal whilst he was handed a stack off cash from the backpack Ash was holding. She unzipped the whole thing, the zipper cutting through the silent apartment like a knife as you realised the stereo had been turned down so far it was practically off. Must've been to lost in your own thoughts. He threw the cash over to the lady before resting his large bicep against the archway. She promptly zipped up the case as Ash moved over to carry it to the floor. Rue hopped off the counter, turning to egg you on to do the same, and you did. The ginger walked over to the floor, pulling on his trousers and doing up the belt. He turned to face you, his jumper and t shirt still in hand.

"Time to go." He stated, unravelling his clothes so he could put them on again, away from the new years icy breeze. Ash began hauling the suitcase down out the door as you chased after him, excited fo finally leave the apartment. Fezco exchanged a few more words before following behind with Rue. Your skin stung at the breeze, a complete polar opposite to the steamy apartment, or maybe it was just your heart rate that made the place feel so hot. Fezco was behind you in seconds, a gentle hand grazed across the small of your back, you flinched at the touch. He quickly removed it.

"Please don't touch me." You whispered sorrowful as you tapped down the stairs before out the door and nearing the car, Ash tossing the suitcase in the trunk. Fez spoke no words but a-

"Ash you're in the back."

"What the fuck? We're supposed to be partners!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Shut the fuck up and get yo ass in the back." Fez said not compromising. Ash groaned annoyed but followed his big brothers actions. Fez was annoyed at Ash's lack of understanding, but knew he had no clue what happened whilst he was locked in the closet, Fez felt grateful for that. Ash would've been too, if he knew what really went on. You didn't really know what was going on, far too fazed out, but Fezco had opened the passenger door and waited patiently for you to sit in. You hesitated before getting in, clutching your body so hard as if it was separate from you now. Fezco started the engine and sped off and soon you were on the highway once again. Your eyes glazed over as you watched out the window. Raindrops splashing sideways at your window from the acceleration. The music played quietly through the speakers.

"That was crazy!" Rue said happily in an excited tone from the backseat.

"Aye, why you acting like that shit was fun Rue. For real you pissin' me off!" He exclaimed. "Acting dumb as fuck right now. Goddamn, all similin' and laughin' and shit. You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fucking around and shit too." Tears began descending down your cheeks and tapping onto your thighs. Fez glanced over his eyes shutting for a brief second as if when he opened them again this would all have been just a nightmare. Soon Fez pulled up to the party, rue jumped out instinctively.

"C'mon guys, let's go!" She said excitedly leaving the door open and running into the party. Fez glanced at you briefly before turning to Ash.

"Yo we'll come in a sec, don't wait up."

"Okay." he replied, content, then got out next before slamming the door behind this time.

"Do you want to go in?" He asked tentatively, his head cocked to the side as he turned the engine off, keys and phone in his lap. You brushed away your tears taking a deep breath before nodding.

"Yeah, just give me a sec." You answered. You looked up and wiped a hand under your bottom lashes to rid the withered black mascara.

"Take your time, baby." Fez responded, tapping his pockets to make sure he had everything. The word cut like a knife, baby, but you weren't his baby. You were his family, like he said. He leant over you, pulling out a blunt from the glovebox,

popping it behind his ear and then opening the car door, hopping out. He shut the door quietly before coming round the other side. You opened the door as the frame met his hand, he held it open, easing your access out the red vehicle. He latched his hand into yours as you walked into the party, music so loud it must've been heard 3 blocks away. The drug dealer walked you through the crowd, going the least busiest way possible and grabbed you both a drink on the way. He made you a vodka lemonade before grabbing a beer for himself then took you to his usual spot, on the outside furniture and sat down, lifting his leg furthest to you onto the table in front. You joined him, taking a sip from the perfectly made drink and slightly leaning into his presence. He wrapped his hand around your waist stroking it softly, before it brushed up your shirt, his cold rings stinging against your hot skin. You moved away, alerted as he shot you a concerned look. His heart ached at the feeling. 'what if you didn't trust him?' he thought. 'what if you never trusted him again.'

"I'm sorry." You blurted, eyes looking away as you placed your red cup on the table.

"Nuttin' to be sorry bout." He took his blunt from behind his ear, sparking in before putting his lighter away. He offered a couple drags and you accepted, taking the blunt with two fingers and bringing it to your lips, breathing in two tokes before exhaling. You did so a couple more times before handing it back. You stayed there for a while with him, he sold to a couple clients. Couple pills, couples grams and a 3.5 of weed. He was satisfied with that. Maddy came over soon after, gracing you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. You were dying to spill all your worries onto her, but the business of the party and the fear it would damper her high, stopped you.

"Hey babes, how's the baddest bitch doing tonight." She greeted you, happily.

"Hey sexy, i'm so chill. How are you?" You lied, chewing tour lip to stop your emotional baggage from spilling.

"I'm fucking fuming right now, Nate just walked off to go chat to some bitch. Straight after he was saying how sorry he was." She complained, her hands coming up to point towards the crowd with her long acrylic nails.

"Fuck, babe. That's so not cool." You agreed, your eyes glancing at the people all crammed inside.

"Trust me, i'm gonna fucking kill him when he's done." You nodded in reply before she spoke again. "I gotta go find Cassie, i'll see you in a bit." She smiled, giving you a hug before walking away, strutting in her heels. Why would Nate ever treat a girl so beautiful, so shit. You thought before sitting back down.

"Fez.." You said in a soft voice, turning to face the gingers bright blue eyes. "Can we go now?" You asked meekly, fingers playing together.

"Sure." He said almost happily, giving you a comforting smile as he got up. He adjusted his navy jumper before taking your hand in his again. He took you through the house, leaving your mostly drunken drinks on the table outside as he took you back the direction you had previously come from. He walked past Ash on the way. "Yo bruh, we off, you coming?" He asked not letting his hand fall from yours.

"Nah, imma stay Mickeys tonight. He just got a reload of cali." He smiled, childishly.

"Aight, have fun." Fez nodded, placing one had to the kids shaved head before playfully pushing him away. You smiled at the action, seeing how much it annoyed Ash. Before you got the front door though, you were both interrupted. Your name fell out his mouth in a slimy tone, his footsteps lurking behind you both, like a snake hunting his prey.

"Where's my favourite little slut going?" He asked mockingly, a slur to his voice signalling he was intoxicated. Fez shot daggers to the tall boy as he began stepping closer.

"Watch it." Fez warned. Nate just laughed in return.

"Shut the fuck up Fez." He began. "I know you think you own her tight little pussy, but it was always mine first." He coaxed, continuing. "It was always my name she was moaning first." The words shocked and offended you and you were sure the ginger felt the same. Fez dropped your hand in a heart beat, peeling off his jumper to the floor and snatching a half empty bottle from the side and swinging it across Nate's head. He practically passed out from the impact. It didn't matter either way though as Fez was on top of him in second. Punching his face over and over with such force you were sure Nate skull was caving under the pressure. Your heart was palpitating as you watched the scene play out, the dealer continuing to smash his firsts into the football players face as soon onlookers turned to watch, screaming as the sight of blood pooling over his face was making him almost unrecognisable. Once you noticed he wasn't gonna stop you began to pull on Fez's arm. Yanking on his tense muscles as they continued to mutilate the boy.

"Fez! Fez! Stop!" You shouted, tugging on him to get off. He ignored your first couple of screams before slowing at the second. Jumping to his feet, he spat onto Nates lifeless and bloody body then grasps your fingers and began storming out, jumper in hand. As much as you hated Nate you really hoped he wasn't dead, with all those witnesses there, there was no way Fez would get away with murder, especially since his dad owned the whole town.

"Get in." He almost demanded in a calm tone, opening your door before dashing to the other side to hop in. He started the car promptly, then pulling out of the pebbled driveway. His car sped down the highway, the rain still not faltering as he drove with such aggression. Your words were lodged in your throat, you had so many questions but they just stayed in as you watched his bloodied hands on the wheel. His jaw was tense, eyes straight on the road which you were grateful for as you knew his mind was definitely running rampant. The car ride was completely silent, only the sound of rain shattering on the roof above. Soon you arrived back to his and he put the car in park, turning the keys to turn the engine off. His hands ran to his shaved head as he dropped his neck back to the headrest. "Fuck." He uttered out, a deep sigh leaving his chest as you watched it raise up and down. Remnants of Nates blood still across the t shirt, now starting to oxidise and brown. You watched him, slightly fearfully as the scene replayed in your mind, the look of hostility and malevolence on his face as he carried out the bloodshed. The smell made you sick to your stomach. He moved a freckled hand up to the handle, opening it before moving round to your side. letting the door shut by itself. He opened the door gentlemanly and held it open for you. You stepped into the rain that pattered down as he locked the car, guiding you ever so slightly to his front door. He unlocked the black metal gate, holding it open with his shoulder before opening the second door, walking in first as you followed behind. The door swung close as he began to lock them as you stopped walking, staring off into the abyss, far to deep into your thoughts. Once he was done locking up he walked towards you. "Wacha thinkin' 'bout?" He asked walking into the kitchen to the right and up to the sink. Your head sunk down.

"Nothing." You responded, untruthfully. Fez stripped of his stained t shirt, scrubbing his hands under the kitchen tap. The aid of dish soap to wash away all the fluid. The ginger looked up for his eyes to welder to yours.

"Miss, I don' believe that for a second." He let out in a softer tone, seemingly less angry. You felt yourself slightly ease at the sound. You followed into the kitchen and watched him finish, his eyes watching you a couple moments longer, waiting for an answer before going back to what he was doing. Knowing you weren't going to reply. A soft exhale left your full lips as he finished, going to dry his hands with a spare tea-towel. The back of his hip rested on the counter by the sink as he rubbed the material between his fingers. He was practically completely unscathed, only a small cut on his cheek which you presume was from a glass fragment that spun in the fallout, slashing his skin. He dropped the towel to the side, treading towards you, his chest bare. He lifted a hand steadily to your cheek, you could feel the presence but no contact was made. He was scared to touch you. Your brows were still furrowed together as you chewed your lip prior to leaning into his hold, letting his warm hand caress your icy, flushed cheek. "Tell me." He egged on, not letting anywhere else touch you but his thumb slowly brush your face. His pinky ring met your earlobe where it froze for a second before brushing past. You let out a unsteady breath before talking.

"I'm thinking about what you said at Laurie's, or whatever her name is." You said defeated, eyes glancing down at his freckled covered, hairy chest. His pecks in particular catching your attention.

"What you mean?" He asked, genuinely perplexed.

"You called me your family." You responded, somewhat deflated at the thought.

"Oh baby, that's because I can't have Laurie knowing what you are to me. What you mean. She'll use you to get to me. Like my weak spot." He said softly, his neck angling downward to be eye level with you. His Blue spheres melting into you with compassion and care, through his thick lashes.

"Really?" You inquired in a little voice. Looking back at him, eyes dotting back and forth between his, looking for uncertainty.

"Yes." He nodded, short and sweet before pressing a kiss to your forehead, his body closer than it was before. You took the opportunity to snake a hand under his lifted arm and hold onto his back, ever so slightly tugging him closer. The soft hairy skin hot under your touch. He moved at the embrace, the hand on your face moving to your back as the other tucked your head tightly into his neck. "C'mere." He cooed, as you became undone under his touch. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

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Fezco imagine where reader is a a bad bitchhhh ( almost like Maddy) she takes matters in her own hands and doesn’t bite her tongue. I feel like that would complement fezcos chill and quiet personality.

honestly I love this idea..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! reader is a bad bitch, kissing, pda?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. a bit short

fezco x fem!reader

you and fez met in highschool, in tenth grade.

you immediately hit it off, you expressed your interest in his.. 'occupation' and he liked that you were bold and outspoken.

he was quiet and reserved, and you were loud and weren't afraid to speak your mind.

it was a match made in heaven, man!

you met ash late into tenth grade, when fezco finally decided to let you meet him. he was always reluctant to let you meet ash, he thought it got you too involved in his shit, he didnt want you to get hurt because of him.

you quickly took a liking to the young boy, basically taking him in as your own.

soon enough, you and fez were seen everywhere together

every time someone went over to his house, you were there

when he went to get groceries, you were with him, holding the list.

when you went anywhere, fezco was always there, watching over your shoulder

he liked to protect you, you were bound to have some enemies. someone had to be out to get you, it wasnt possible for nobody to hate you with how often you openly disagree with people.

but, surprisingly, people left you alone. maybe they were scared of you, you two were a pretty scary pair, after all.

soon enough, people started asking if you were dating.

you weren't, so it always caught you off guard, no matter how many times people asked.

eventually, fezco realized he had feelings for you.

he always knew he felt differently about you, but he always thought it was in a friendly way.

yeah, he was way off.

actually, he had been in love with you for months.

and it turns out, you had been in love with him too.

you didnt know it though, if you did, you would have told him, even if it would have had bad consequences

it didnt though..

here's how it went,

"fez, I love you". you two were sitting on his couch, watching an episode of a show the both of you loved. he turned to look at you, not actually paying attention to you. you were focused on the tv, suddenly extremely nervous. you didnt like the feeling, it felt like you had food poisoning or something. "yeah, I love you too, y/n". you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to look at him with a deadpan face. "I dont think you understand, I'm in love with you, like, actually." his face wilted into confusion, tilting his head as if asking you if you were serious. "wait.. like, actually?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes again, looking back to the tv. "yes, like,actually, fezco."

you watched through the corner of your eye as he smiled, looking you up and down a few times. your brows furrowed, was he seriously checking you out right now? "shit.. you serious?" you scoffed and stood up, walking towards the front door. "wait, wait, no, dont leave.. fuck, I love you too, y/n". you looked back at him to see him standing with a worried look on his face, it was odd to see him like this, it wasnt really 'fezco behavior'. you were too focused on his behavior to understand what he was doing or what he said prior, but the next thing you knew, his hands were on your hips, pulling you towards him and his lips were on yours.

after that, you and him were somehow together more often than before.

when he sat down, you were always sitting next to him or on his lap.

you were always at his house, practically abandoning your own.

everyone said you shouldn't be together, that you were too different.

you didn't think so, though.

you two were perfect.

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Only You - Fezco X Reader SMUT

First time actually writing fanfiction pls I have neverr wrote anything this long not even a damn essay omg ,,

repost greatly appreciated!!

words; 1.4k (holy shit)

warnings; smut, mentions of drugs and guns

also a hot guy.

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summary; weed makes you do questionable things with fezco. and maybe it's a good thing?

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You and Fezco's relationship was the equivalent to Rue's and Fezco's friendship. Chummy and often over his house. Just minus the relationship of drug dealer and buyer shit. Not that you had seen Rue ever pay for anything she got from Fezco really. You first had met Fezco at a Halloween party with Rue and had hit it off ever since. Your tradition with him was rolling joints and watching MTV on friday nights. On this particular night Rue had joined in you and fezco's weekly tradition.

"Honestly Rue can you not snort oxy off the coffee table, like thats such bad table manners." You said with a giggle as you blew smoke in her direction and motioned a hand towards her figure. Fezco blew out his smoke as he laughed, trying his hardest not to make his laugh develop into a coughing fit. Rue just rolled her eyes and had gone back to doing her business. "Man you's the funniest person Y/n." Fezco added before taking another drag of his blunt. You grinned and chuckled to yourself, the weed obviously affecting 2 of out the 3 people in the room.

Your small party was interrupted by a stressed out Ashtray entering the Living Room just as you finished your blunt. "Ayo Custer said Mouse is coming right now we need to get these clowns out of here!" The color from Fezco's face had drained by the time he snuffed out his joint and rose from the couch. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He mumbled as he looked at Rue then me. "What kind of dumb name is Mouse?" You giggled not actually realizing who the hell Mouse actually was and how damn scary he was. "Y/n thats not fuckin' funny, Get up right now." Fezco's ice cold remark snapped you out of your daze as you did as he was told, huffing in annoyance at the sudden turn of events.

Fezco was busy trying to pick up a blacked out Rue and Ashtray was busy cleaning the mess of potato chips rue had accumulated on the ground. You made yourself useful and helped him carry her to his bedroom, adjacent from Fezco's Grandma. "Jesus Christ why is she so heavy.." You groaned as you both let her down on the bed. "You need to stay here with her Y/n and don't make no fuckin' noise , I'm dead serious and don't be comin' out the room till I say so, okay?" You nodded your head silently. "I'm serious Y/N." Fezco had now equipped himself with a gun, it being tucked away in his waistband in case something went horribly wrong, and he hopped it didn't.

As you looked at him you realized this was one of the first times you had seen Fezco so serious. "I promise Fez I'll stay here." You reassured him, your voice coming out in a soft reassuring whisper laced with a subtle hint of fear. Before you could ask any more questions about this 'Mouse' person the doorbell rung making Fezco instantly scramble out of his room as he shut the door behind him. You could hear multiple footsteps and the sound of the door opened as you softly sat next to Rue, chewing your lip softly to ease the anxiety bubbling in your chest.

About a good thirty minutes has passed before Fezco had came back to the room, Rue was still fast asleep and your were absently picking at the fuzz on your shirt. "Hey.. m' real sorry bout' that drug business shit yanno'.." Your high had worn off and you only glared at him. You knew he didn't plan it at all, and you couldn't really be mad at him for selling and you couldn't really be mad at him for the sudden visit either. But apart of you was annoyed heavily by the fact that your good time was ruined. "Its fine Fez." You knew it wasn't and he knew it wasn't but he left it alone. "I can make it up to you." He eventually sighed and motioned for me to follow him to the couch. He lit another blunt and passed it to me as I graciously accepted. You two exchanged only the passing of the blunt, the smell of weed becoming more evident in the air as time passed. You could tell he was stressed from earlier and in turn it made you feel uneasy as well. Breaking the unnerving silence you spoke aloud. "Does your business ever stress you out Fez?" He pondered a moment before replying. "Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't."

"Can I help?"

"Shit ma' you can't be no drug mule.."

"I mean't help ease the stress."

The weed was making your brain short circuit. and that mean't making not so good decisions. You sauntered closer to him, closing the gap on the couch you guys had. "I can help.." You mumbled your hand coming up to grab the joint from his lips. "Thats' the weed talkin'.." He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, realizing where this was possibly, no definitely going. You shook your head and made him to look at you. "It doesn't have to be..please Fezco"

Fezco had amazing self control so why was it so hard to say no to her at this exact moment? He mentally scolded himself for wanting to appeal to what she was so vaguely preposing. Would this be a one night thing? A 'more than friends but not quite' situation? His mind was swirling with too many thoughts and the only thing that silenced them was her soft kiss against his cheek.

That was the last straw for the ginger. He inwardly groaned before facing her and smashing his lips against hers. He was gone and so was she. She nipped at his lips hungrily as he deepened the kiss. They only came up for air but even that felt like too much time spent apart. Things has escalated and Fezco honestly didn't remember taking of any article of clothing off of her but he held her bra in his hands. "Fezco say something please.." You begged, your arms coming up to cover your chest as embarrassment creeped up on you. He hadn't realize he had been staring at her tits for a good thirty seconds. "m' sorry your fuckin' gorgeous Y/N but god damn I'm gonna ruin the shit outta you tonight." He spoke in a low husky voice as he ran his hands up along your thighs. His hands gingerly rolled down your underwear and stuck it in his back pocket for safe keeping, even though his mind was telling him to just get it over and rip it off with no remorse.

"Fezco I'm supposed to be taking care of you." You whined at him and tried to snake your hands towards his shorts but he quickly swatted your hand away. "You are ma' don't worry'." He chuckled and pried your legs open with hunger as he came eye level to your cunt and stopped, with your arousal evident to his senses he dove in with no remorse and heatedly started making out with your pussy. You moaned in surprise and excitement as his tongue flicked several times against your clit. "H-holy shit oh my fuucking g-god shit, shittt, shit.." He only smirked at the mess of words you were spewing out of your mouth making a mental note that you had quite the sailor mouth before adding a finger into the mix of your pussy. He figured you liked the addition since you had arched your back like a tightly strung bow, waiting to snap at the slightest touch.

He wished he could savor the moment, possibly make the moment go in slow motion so he could experience everything once then experience it over again just for good measure. He was in awe at you. looking down as you were underneath him writhing and squirming from his newly added finger alone. You grabbed his wrist signally you were dangerously close to cumming, making him only speed up the pace of his fingers. "c'mon ma.." He whispered encouragingly to her to let go which resulted in a soft whine from her mouth and a feverish bucking of her hips. "Mhm! mhm coming-" And with a mixture between a loud sigh and a moan you came on Fez's hand. Your pussy clenched repeatedly against his thick fingers as you rode the wave of your orgasm through. After a couple minutes of catching your breath Fezco pulled his fingers out and licked them clean without any modesty. You wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't made a big deal about it and made a big effort to make questionable noises with his tongue and fingers.

He only chuckled softly and bent down to kiss you.

"Couldn't help myself."

rue was still sound asleep in the other room.