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yall would it be crazy to write a nate jacobs fic

I love ur felix fics sm!! ur one of my fave writers on here<<333 and no I don’t think itd b crazy to write for Nate!! I’d love to see how u would write him!! (Maybe grumpy x sunshine hehe)

hi!! this is such a nice ask :)) i'm so happy you like my felix fics

omg i love ur train of thought for a nate fic!! i've been thinking about that kind of dynamic for them, but in a really niche way

anyways let's have some thoughts on nate jacobs and sunshine/kind of sheltered reader!!

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thinking about the moment in which you find out nate jacobs is your assigned partner for a project that's worth 35% of your final grade. if this was happening to you a year ago, maybe even two or three months ago, you might have been nervous for an entirely different reason.

but you're not that version of yourself anymore. you go out to parties now; you wear shirts to school that your mom buys for you the same way she used to buy you impulse barbies, with a wink as the cashier scans them, making you promise that you won't show dad what you got at the store; you're friends with maddy and cassie...you're on your way to best friends with maddy and cassie.

so you can't dismiss the gossip and the stares nate gets in the halls as a standard part of high school, not the way you used to. you can't just see him across the hall at his locker and mentally acknowledge that you get why girls talk about him the way they do. you can't just get paired up with him for an extremely long assignment and think oh, at least he's cute.

every story maddy's ever mentioned during sleepovers, everything she's teared up about after one too many drinks hits you at full force when your teacher reads your name and then his off of her list.

would she see this as a betrayal? it's not like you picked him and asking for a new partner is out of the question, a fact your teacher made clear at the beginning of the year. but maddy's loyal...fiercely loyal, and she expects that kind of commitment to be symbiotic.

you don't move, can't move until jules leans towards you, so close her hair spills onto your desk. "no fucking way." she whispers it in a way that'd make you laugh if this was about someone else.

you're silent, eyes finally pulling away from a brightly colored poster explaining the roles of each branch of the US government. you turn your head enough to look at where nate sits, the back of the room with a few other football players.

he's already looking at you. and when nate realizes you're finally staring back, he has the audacity to let the corner of his mouth pull into a smug sort of smile you're sure another version of you would have considered swoon worthy.

you're all instructed to use the last few minutes of class time to talk to your new partners, to make some kind of preliminary plan. nate's standing up and you're still recovering from the whiplash.

helplessly, you look over at jules who's clearly trying to get to the other side of the room before nate can get to you. she mouths a "sorry" that feels genuine, and points at the girl she's supposed to work with in a way that feels like over kill. you roll your eyes, picking up your pen and pressing the pad of thumb against its side to have something to do.

nate's in front of you before you know it. he's so tall it's a little intimidating when he's right there, especially with you still sitting. "you're everywhere now." a reference to the fact that you were both at the same party last weekend. you can still hear maddy's slurred i can't believe he's fucking here, before she dragged you out to the house's patio.

he's probably seen you more places. you're around maddy pretty regularly these days and from what you've heard, you wouldn't put stalking above him. he's probably a stalker in the way guys from the news are stalkers, calm and untouchable until they feel like the girl they're watching is moving on. then they snap and some news anchor reports that there were warning signs for months beforehand.

you're partially aware of your potential exaggerations, but you can't bring yourself to care. you've never really interacted with nate, but you want to hate him as more than the monster you hear about when maddy feels like ranting. you want to viscerally hate him. it's such an instinctual tug that you can't pretend it's all about morality. you're craving innate repulsion the way an elementary school girl wants the other half of a magnetic necklace with the word "best" etched into cheap metal. it's kind of pathetic, but then again...

"not last year, or last semester--"

he's baiting you and you're completely aware and you still can't help yourself. "what? it's illegal to make new friends now?"

your tone surprises you more than the fact that you interrupted him. you've never been overly shy, but you've also never been much of a fighter on your own behalf. maybe this is like the parties and barbie-style-bought-shirts, just another facet of the improved you.

nate seems surprised too, only he wears it like there's something funny about it. "no, you've always been friendly."

he says it like there's a joke in there that'd make the football players a few rows back laugh. it digs at you more than it should. he gets under your skin in a way that bugs. maybe that means genuine hatred is on its way.

you look up at him, eyes as unimpressed as you can manage. "so," the word is definite, intentional. "the project..." you're glad for the excuse to turn your attention back to your notebook, "i don't know if you want to work out a time to--"

"i'm leaving in like five minutes." you're about to point out that class doesn't end for another when he explains, "football game." ugh. another thing you can decide to be annoyed about. your homework schedule is now going to revolve around high school football. "can i get your number?" the idea of existing in nate jacobs's phone feels so wrong you can't immediately reply. he picks up on your hesitation, because he tacks on the one phrase that could get you to do anything, "35% of our grade."

you nod once, expression as blank as you can manage as you write out your phone number on the corner of a page. You tear off the bottom corner and hand it to him. "don't save my number."

it's so rude, your jaw almost drops, "what?"

"you're going to see maddy before the project's over, right?"

the implication immediately makes your stomach knot. you're not--you can't not tell maddy. she won't like it, but she can't hold a random partnering against you. and--and it's worse if you don't tell her, because then it's like you're sneaking around with nate. and it's--it's all for school.

"i'm not going to lie to her for you." it's so ridiculous, you can't even hold eye contact. his silence adds a second loop to the knot in your stomach. "why would i lie?" your own genuineness sickens you, you're backtracking immediately. "and--and it's just a dumb school thing, so she probably won't care that much."

"and you're sure she's going to believe that?"

"yes," the word is firm because it has to be. "because that's what it is."

"she gets paranoid."

no, no--he's doing this to get into your head and cause problems. "if she's paranoid it's because you're crazy."

"fine." he shoves the scrap of paper into his pocket. "save my number, don't save my number. tell maddy, don't tell maddy."

you sigh. "why do you care?" they're broken up...even if maddy takes it the wrong way, the fall out will be a you problem.

"she's going to think i fucked you to hurt her." you hate this--the situation, the conversation, the fact that you can't completely dismiss his train of thought. "who's known maddy longer?"

you're about to try again, to defend your friendship with maddy and call him crazy again when the static of the intercom speakers interrupts you. all football players are being called out of class to leave for an away game. nate gives you one last look before turning towards the door.

when jules slips back into her seat and asks if you're okay with everything, you nod and attempt a joke about catching fuck boy germs, but it doesn't come out the way you want it to. she still laughs, so you do too, but that's not as natural as it should be, either.

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lmk if you like this concept/want more of it!! i had fun writing this :))

happy valentines day 💌 im gonna post part 2 of im an asshole baby today, it’s gonna be sweet sorry it took so long I’ve been so busy I’m sorry😞😞

whoever flagged my nate jacobs x reader one-shot u a opp

a boy brushed red living in black and white

pairing: elliot x fem!reader

warnings: swearing and mentions of drugs.

a/n: i believe this series will have seven parts so stay tuned! get added to my taglist here babes. i hope you enjoy! <3

words: 1.7k + not proofread

part two | part three | part four | part five | part six |part seven

can you feel your heartbeat racing? can you taste the fear in her sweat? you've done this wrong, it's too far gone, these sheets tell of regret. i admit that i'm just a fool for you, i am just a fool for you.

you pressed play onto your baby blue speaker before plopping onto your bed in a huff. school was the same old same old, the work was just getting harder. once you were done doing the last page of your calculus though? you quickly did your night routine so you could listen to music.

“i would do it, press a button, pull the trigger, pull a mountain, jump off a cliff cause you know baby i love you, love you a little bit…” you softly sang to yourself while dancing, a small mirror clutched in your hand as you examined your nose.

whatever song you had stuck in your head before you closed your window each night he heard.

he knew their YouTube homepages were different. hers filled with glowy makeup tutorials, new Fenty skincare, watching people getting eyelash extensions and their nails done, hair videos, pamper routines, and kittens.

his was filled with gaming, beats, few reaction videos, short horror films, and an insane amount of music videos.

he thought he was imagining things the first time he heard her attempt to hit Kellin Quinn’s notes on King for a Day. she had giggled at her voice cracking before deciding to just hum to herself.

that did it.

that was what caused Elliot’s infatuation to grow even more.

he woke up earlier than usual one Thursday. through the blinding sun rays, he could see her trying to blend out the concealer under her eyes with her French manicured fingers before hurriedly grabbing at a beauty blender.

switching to sit up in his bed, he rubbed at his eyes. the movement caught the corner of her eye before she looked up and waved at him with a small smile.

the breath was caught in his lungs as he realized it was for him. with a short wave back from him, she turned back to setting her face.

that one interaction made his morning better.

there was a stupid smile on his face all day long.

“the fuck got you so happy?” Rue asked him in chemistry. she was hogging his notes and quickly copied them while Elliot daydreamed about his morning.

Jules laughed at her girlfriends nosiness before rolling her eyes at the obvious.

“lover boy probably saw his lover girl.” she giggled at his face change. she knew she was right then.

Rue noticed and laughed too. she closed his notebook before shoving his sweater clad shoulder.

not to long after you had moved in they both had noticed him always sitting at his window. he went from simply smoking out of it to staring intently out of it no matter what he was doing.

it was interesting to say the least.

one day Jules and Rue had enough of wondering what Elliot was staring at while they were trying to smoke the blunt he had tightly gripped between his fingers.

Rue marched towards him and quickly looked in the direction he was. “let me see what you’re staring- oh my damn.” Rue said with her mouth wide open from her place by Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot’s neighbor was doing yoga in front of her window. lights low, sunlight coming in making her skin glow, and candles burning as she stretched.

she was beautiful. hair out of her face, glowing skin, alluring eyes, and wearing a cute two piece athletic set while a YouTube playlist softly played from her tv.

“i wanna s…” Jules trailed off as she assessed the scene. you were absolutely breath taking to her. “i wanna be that mat.”

“i’d be at this window everyday too champ.” Rue said patting at Elliot’s shoulder before laughing and taking the blunt from his hand, still eyeing you through the smoke.

she couldn’t believe Elliot had lucked out like this.

“damn…did she drop her towel in front of you?” she teased at him, his head quickly shaking as he was snapped out of his day dream once again. the girls bursted into a fit of giggles right before the bell rang, Elliot quickly getting out of his seat and hurriedly leaving after gathering his things.

“awwwww! Ellie come back!” the girls hollered behind him causing unnecessary attention. he could see Nate glance at him from the corner of his eye as he rushed away from the girls, side stepping BB on his way.

at that time he passed you in the hallway. platform sandals, shiny legs, perfect makeup, matching French tips on your toe nails and finger nails that were digging into the bottom of your locker.

it didn’t help you were wearing some reworked Ed Hardy piece you had turned into a dress with a heart shaped sucker clutched between your lips he just knew you got from the library.

you bent up with your blue and pink juicy bag now in your grasp and caught his eye. your tired eyes meeting his enticing ones.

“hi Elliot!” you beamed at him over the sucker in your mouth. he stumbled over his shoes at your action and your eyes holding 16 mm lashes widened.

reaching a perfectly manicured hand out you gripped his arm to steady him.

“h-hey.” he whispered at your close proximity.

“hi.” you giggled up at him. he could smell the strawberry and mint on your breath and the sweet perfume or lotion you used this morning.

you two shyly smiled at each other before another call of his name, just louder this time, interrupted you two.

“Ellie!” Jules squealed before yanking at the strings in his backpack causing him to sway.

you laughed at the girl before letting your hand release Elliot’s arm. he felt the warmth leave his body immediately.

“hi Jules, Rue.” you said with a small smile, looking up at the two taller girls.

Rue shyly nodded as acknowledgment while Jules let out an excited “Hi! i love those shoes!”

you told her where you got them before turning your attention back to Elliot. a teasing looking on your perfectly done face.

“bye…Ellie.” you smirked before walking away to class. Elliot’s eyes never leaving your switching hips and legs.

“fuck.” he mumbled under his breath and discreetly covering the growing tent in his pants.

“she is hot.” Rue shrugged from beside him.

“agreed.” said Jules.

“is weed like…is it really that good?” he didn’t expect those words to leave your lips or for you to be interested. he didn’t really expect to hear you at all as his low red eyes drawled over to you.

his slow beating heart seemingly sped up at your voice.

a freshly washed face with curious eyes were staring right through him as you climbed to sit on the edge of your window just like him. your moisturized lips were bit in thought and as if you two were in a room together, you had leaned in to give him undivided attention.

the action caused your chest to be more apparent, to him he just thought it was a coincidence, but you knew you had done it on purpose.

had you leant any further he would’ve jumped down to save you, no hesitations.

“you smell that shit?” he laughed staring back at you.

you nodded, your own smile hidden by your bitten bottom lip.

“yeah i do.” you giggled. “i told my mom there’s probably baby skunks around here.” you said causing you two to erupt in laughter.

once you both calmed down Elliot took another hit and could faintly hear a woman’s voice calling your name.

you swung your head around to your closed door before looking back out at him. with a sheepish look on your face you gave a small grimace.

“we should smoke some time?” you said loud enough for him to hear you before tugging your sock clad feet back into your room with the rest of your body.

he watched you peek your head out, bending down with a small wave you smiled before closing your curtains and locking your window. your frame completely gone from his view.

as he laid in bed he couldn’t help but think of a few things.

how good you looked without trying, how when you waved goodbye he could clearly tell you were wearing no bra in your satin night gown, and more importantly, how you wanted to smoke with him.

now his dick was hard.

you in his room? with that nightgown and those pretty eyes? alone with him…just him.

sliding his hand down his bare chest, his hand hovered above the waist band of his pajama pants. sighing as his hand connected with the bulge beneath the fabric.

“shit.” he said rubbing his hand over the sensitive skin. bucking his hips up, he pulled his sweats and underwear above his knees and his shirt under his chin.

“feels so fucking good.” he slurred his words as he started pumping himself to the thought of you.

he found himself in this position more than usual lately.

“fuck baby.” he mumbled taking in deep breaths and speeding up his pace. he just wanted to feel the real thing.

it wasn’t long before he busted in his hand with a low groan, quickly cleaning himself up and readjusting afterwards.

“oooo…had about enough…he’s mine, he’s mine he’s mineee.” he could faintly hear The Boy Is Mine playing from your speaker before his eyes fell heavy.

“yeah i’m yours.” he breathlessly chuckled before closing his eyes.

your singing lulling him to another realm.

“the boy is mine.” you mumbled the final line biting at your nail and trailing your eyes to your closed curtains.

“GO TO BED Y/N!” your mom hollered from downstairs.

“I AM!” you hollered back before flicking your lamp off and placing your head on your pillow.

you wondered if Elliot would like your matching set tomorrow or would he like you in that bodycon dress you got with Maddy and Kat last weekend.

you just wondered what did he like.

you knew he liked drugs. you definitely knew he liked music considering he was always singing or blasting 90’s and early 2000’s alternative music.

but what else?

did he at least like you like you’d liked him for these last couple of months?

“goodnight Ellie.” you softly mumbled into the darkness before going to bed.

you’d soon have to find out.

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HELPPP for my euphoria x stranger things au should i make steve graduated and a year older than the older hawkins teens like canon or seniors with them 😪😪😪

AND if he's graduated, should i have it as he's still working at family video or in college with mckay and just working part-time with robin🤫

Babes, with everything currently on my plate…

WHY MUST YOU FEEL THE NEED TO MAKE ME A NATE JACOBS GIRLIE???

🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Nate Jacobs NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Euphoria characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He thinks he’s an aftercare king but really? He’s doing the bare minimum. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, he just isn’t really aware of what’s expected of him after an intimate encounter. But if you’re just a sidepiece, he won’t bother with anything at all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your ass. Loves seeing it peak out from your cheer skirt. On himself? Not a body part but his size and how much bigger he is than you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nate’s cum is surprisingly palatable, considering his psychotically healthy diet. Also, there’s a loooot of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely hung back and spied on you in the girl’s locker room showers after a game before y’all got together.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A fair amount. But you’re one of the first people where it’s actually meant something. Regardless, he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style or missionary. He prefers being in control and setting the pace.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tends to err more on the serious side but if the moment arises, he can definitely joke and be goofy. Robb likes that he's comfortable enough with you that he can laugh at such an intimate moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaved. Well groomed. Obsessed with looking perfect.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At first, intimacy is lacking. He’s closed off and focused only on the physical aspect. But with time? You can def get him to be more tender and loving.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t like jacking off because he jokes likes saving all his cum for you (surprise, it’s not a joke).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, CNC, somno, DD/LG, mommy kink (you have to unlock his tragic backstory for that one tho), impact play, choking

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His truck when it’s parked in the school parking lot. Making the windows fog up so everyone knows exactly what y’all are doing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You in your cheer uniform, you bending over, the sound of your voice on the phone, your laugh, your hand on his arm, resting his hand on your thigh when he’s driving, watching you tie up your hair.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never bring another guy into the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys giving and is good at it but definitely prefers receiving. He loves watching you struggle to take his cock in your mouth with how big it is, drooling and crying as he fucks your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly fast and rough, with how his temper is.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickie in the locker room before the game? In an empty classroom? He’s all fucking for it. Viva la quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risky in the way that he’ll mainly explore things that allow him to be in control but will occasionally let you take the lead (that’s a risk to him tbh).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s an athlete and a big guy, trust that he has the stamina to go many rounds and make them last.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really have any (that he’s willing to disclose) and he lowkey feels kinda jealous when you use your dildo or vibe LMAO. He wants it to be him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nate is the biggest asshole on the planet, of course he likes to tease. He’ll smack his dick against your clit for five straight minutes if you’re not begging well enough.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More talkative than loud. Says the cuntiest, most out of pocket cocky shit while you guys are fucking. Lots of growling and moaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lowkey into somno. Like he’d love to wake you up by going down on you or fucking you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has a monster cock. He knows it. He knows how to use it. He’s confident about it. There are some guys who can’t back up their egos, but Nate? He absolutely can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

About what you’d expect. Maybe slightly higher than average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep right away, which is a testament to the fact that he feels extremely comfortable around you, enough to let his guard down and really relax.

𝐟𝐞𝐳’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

☼ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fezco x black!fem!reader

☼ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence (you beat a niggas ass), cursing, sexual assault (ass-slapping), nate being a creep/fucking weirdo

☼ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: ihdk what to call this

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐞𝐝)?: Alright so I was thinking more of like black!reader is Fez's long time girl and everyone knows that and knows not to mess with her because shes just that bitch and shes sitting on Fez's lap at the corner store when Nate pulls up and of course he has t say some slick shit but the reader is just that quick to set him in check but when Fez catches Nate staring at her ass he basically gets his shit rocked😹 - @rainbowluv-writes

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ---

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fez's girl isn't one to be messed with.

𝘈/𝘕: Lacks the store component and instead is set at a party, I absolutely loved writing this.

A lot like a siren, you tended to captivate and grab the attention of those around you. Like now, the blue and purple lights of the party bounced off your oiled brown skin, and made you glow. You danced with Maddy’s hand around you and Jules’ hands in yours, making circles with your hands and waist in time with the melody around you.

Eyes followed the dip in your back that your crocheted dress left revealed, to the curvature of your ass as you bent over for Maddy. Too Deep by DVSN played in the back while people looked on at the girls they wanted but couldn’t have in the center of the floor.

Along with you being well-known came a title.

‘Fez’s girl’, ‘The drug dealers queen’, the list went on, but Highland knew you weren’t on the market. It was regretfully learned for some with assortments of items thrown by Ash himself, but most knew it wouldn’t turn out well if you were approached.

Fez was far from a jealous man. He wasn’t typically a fighter, he did when it was needed and lord knows it isn’t pretty, so he’d sit back and let you do the work of turning fools down.

Some would be pushy and handsy, so you’ve broken some bones, so he knew you easily could protect yourself.

Your sight moved from girls near you to Nate Jacobs who took a seat next to your boy on the couch he occupied, eyes moving from trailing Maddy, to slowly moving down you. You were confused since the last time you’d heard about the two in the same sentence, Fez had beat his ass at a New Years party.

“Your girl looks really good tonight, man,” Nate said, leaning back and spreading his legs on the couch.

Fez looked from the boy to you, licking his lips and trying to refrain from rolling his eyes. He knew you looked good. Hell, he bought you that dress and helped you it out for tonight, but the words sounded derogatory coming out of the scum’s mouth.

Out of breath and the arches of your feet burning, you walked to grab something for you and Fez. He didn’t drink, but with the exasperated and angered look she had on his face, he clearly needed something to get him through the rest of the night.

You walked to him, side-eyeing Nate in disdain and confusion as to why he was still there.

You turned your back to him, bending over a little to give Fez the cups in your hands, but stopped your movements completely when you felt someone's hand slap your left with full strength.

“God... it moves like water,” you heard Nate groan.

Spinning around you grabbed his hand before he hit you for a second time and swung your fist straight for his nose. You had your fair share of fights before moving here, and you never thought you’d have to use street fighting knowledge, but niggas like Nate Jacobs just don’t learn.

You didn’t even give him time to raise his arms to cover his face, fists continually raining down on areas of his face, your nails and rings occasionally catching his skin and leaving jagged cuts. You grabbed his hair from the roots and started punching straight for the center of his face, yelling between each heavy hit.

“Touch. Me. Again. You. Fucking. Prick.”

A crowd began moving towards the two of you, appalled a woman below Nate in size and weight class was puttin’ his ass through the dirt.

Fez pulled you off by your waist before you could get more hits in, he let you get in a couple because, why not, but he didn’t want to see his future wife behind bars.

“TOUCH OR EVEN LOOK IN MY DIRECTION YOU PIECE OF SHIT, ILL SHOW YOU WHAT AN ABUSER LOOK LIKE!”

Your group gathered their things and followed Fez with you in his arms to the car, Ash hopping in the driver’s seat, Maddy hopping in the front seat, Rue and Jules shoving themselves into the back. Fez dragged you out of the house over his shoulder, as holding you by your waist nearly let you escape twice on your venture towards the door. You both slid into the running car beside Rue and Jules, Fez turning to block them from your sight.

You were a lot calmer but still seething in silence. You’d wanted to beat his ass for the shit he’s done to Maddy but adding you into the mix was the last of a small ever-thinning straw.

The car was silent as it made it's way back to the store before Maddy started chuckling in the corner. Fez looked at her perplexed because she should’ve been the most upset as he tended to your bloody knuckles.

“Don’t let me ever on your bad side Ms. Rousey.” she said before chuckling, causing the rest of the car to laugh along with her.

I have a request

So Ash is alive but Fez is in jail

So like Fez and the Reader have been dating for awhile like they're high school sweethearts (even tho he's a drop out) and before he got arrested she got pregnant.

Could you write how that looks. Like phone calls, and letters, and visits, but also write when he gets out and he gets to finally see his kid

hi love! ty for requesting🩷 idk if you wanted a little blurb but you got this big ass fic lmao, sorry i got carried away! also in this custer was never killed at Fez's house so he only got charged with drug possession and given like one or two years because he's a first time offender (i think?) ik it's all over the place but i hope you like it;)

fezco x pregnant!reader

warning: mentions of drugs/drug abuse, murder, jail, pregnancy, throwing up, giving birth, infant care, Fez's dad is mentioned once, religious imagery/mentions of praying, lots of crying.

wc: ± 4530

a/n: this is so similar to my other fez fic but also not at all lol. I tried changing it up as much as possible but there are def a lot of similarities I'm sorry. not proofread!

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

You and Fez met back when he was still in school, just before he had dropped out. He sat next to you in History and the two of you would only talk briefly, often just about things like what the date was or when the next period would be. He would occasionally crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment that would always catch you off guard.

He was a normally stoic and calm person; he didn't talk much and kept to himself most of the time. This made you appreciate the rare jokes and little bursts of personality even more. You quickly found yourself talking more and more with him, and he'd start greeting you when you passed each other in the hallways. You had considered him somewhat of a friend after a while. Maybe not the closest, but you valued the little time you two would spend together.

Then he started showing up to class less and less, and rumors had begun spreading around. A few weeks before he dropped out, he had asked you if he could copy your notes that he had missed while absent, and you agreed. He told you to drop them off at the convenience store his grandmother owned, because that's where he spent most of his afternoons.

You did this every time he didn't show up to class; you'd write him all the notes neatly and bring them to him at the store, and in return he'd let you take whatever you want from the shelves free of charge. You always took the same thing (a can of Sprite, a packet of Sun Chips and a pack of cherry flavored twizzlers), and after a while he had started keeping the three items at the counter, ready for you to grab when you came around. One day he asked you if you'd like to stay a while before heading home, and you spent your afternoons sitting on the roof of the convenience store eating your treats and talking about whatever came to mind.

You never asked him why he wasn't at school, or even asked yourself why you'd go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it was because you've always been way too nice for your own good, or maybe because you had a little crush on him. One day when you were on your way to give him the day's notes, he'd told you he was dropping out. When you asked why, he only replied with, "Have to take care of my grandma."

You didn't stop visiting him after he left school, and would go to the store every other afternoon, quietly doing your homework by the counter while he restocked the shelves. He never explicitly told you, but he enjoyed having you around. You never asked too many questions and you were always nice to him. He would say maybe too nice to count as just being friendly.

As time passed the two of you grew closer and closer. You had met his brother Ash and occasionally helped him with his grandmother, who you had only met briefly before she became ill, when you were making your rounds to drop of his notes.

A few months later he had asked you out, and you said yes. You haven't looked back since.

That was years ago, and this was now. Now, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet in the dead of night with a pregnancy test clasped tightly in your right hand, while the other covered your mouth in shock. The two red lines stared back at you tauntingly as you felt your head spin with anxiety.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Fez's baby and you had no idea how you were going to tell him. You finished up, washing your hands and face and made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared. You hid the test in the drawer you kept your underwear in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to return home.

He arrived eventually, but you couldn't find the strength in you to tell him. You knew you had to eventually, you couldn't possibly keep this a secret for too long, but you were terrified. You had no idea what his reaction would be, and you feared the worst.

The night you finally did get the courage to tell him, was the same night he decided to almost kill Nate at a New Year's Eve Party. Your plan had been derailed once again and that night you found yourself sitting in the bathroom while you silently cleaned the cuts on his hands. You knew you couldn't tell him then, he was still on edge and filled with adrenaline from everything that had transpired. He was definitely not in the correct headspace for a revelation like that.

Everything after that night was an absolutely downward spiral.

With Faye moving in, Mouse getting killed in your house and ultimately Fez getting arrested after Custer had ratted him out, you found yourself at your wits end. He had been arrested and taken away right before your eyes, and you felt completely helpless as you watched him get dragged out of the now ruined house, with a distraught Ash clinging to you like a lifeline.

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Fez was only given three years for drug possession with the intent to sell, considering he was a first-time offender. Three years may not have been much considering it could have been a much heavier sentence, but your stomach still churned at the thought that he would be away for that long. What about Ash and Marie? What about the store?

What about the baby?

You couldn't do this. It felt like the world was suddenly dropped on your shoulders as you watched the officers drag Fez out the court, and away from you.

You shot up from the uncomfy wooden bench and made your way to the closest bathroom, where you threw up the little food you managed to keep down this morning. When you finished you flushed the toilet and made your way to the sink to clean up. As you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror, everything struck you at once like cold water being thrown in your face.

You were going to be alone. Alone and pregnant, having to look after Ash (who God willing, they don't take away from you) and his grandmother. You hadn't even realized you were crying until your reflection became blurry and your breathing erratic.

You went back home that evening, with a dreadful feeling deep in the pit of your stomach for what the future holds.

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Fez had finally been approved for calls, and after not hearing anything from him in weeks you were ecstatic to finally hear his voice.

You had received a call from the jail where he was, following all the necessary steps and pressing all the necessary buttons before you got to talk with him. When you heard his voice say your name you had to stop yourself from breaking down right beside the telephone. It hadn't even been a month and you already missed him more than words could describe.

He said your name again in a questioning tone and you realized that you hadn't said anything in return.

"Fez?" was all you could force from wobbly lips as your grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah baby, it's me," he said quietly. "I miss you," you said trying your hardest not to sob. Gosh, you couldn't even think about asking him how he was doing, you just wanted him to know how much you needed him right now.

"I miss you too baby, so fucking much," he replied, "how are things going that side?" You inhaled sharply before answering. "I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I'm still trying to figure everything out right now. But okay I guess."

He hummed. "What about Ashtray, he around? Can I talk to him?" he asked. "Of course," you said before calling out to Ash, who was over the moon when he finally got to speak to his brother after so long. You saw him smile for the first time in months, and you were overjoyed at the sight.

When they were finished catching up he handed you the phone. "You still there?" you asked. "Yeah baby, but I only got like a minute left. Listen I'll call you back as soon as I can again okay?" he said. "Okay, goodnight. I love you so muh, Fez," you rushed out. "I love you too baby, so mu—"

He was cut off by the ending call and you placed the receiver of the telephone back on the wall.

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You didn't know how to tell Fez you were pregnant over the phone, so you settled with writing him a letter. You told him how you were pregnant, and that you were planning on keeping the baby. A part of you already knew you were keeping the baby the moment you stared at the test in your hand. The thought of being pregnant now absolutely terrified you, but recently you had found yourself fantasizing about what the little one would look like.

Would it be a little girl or a boy? Would she have your nose, or your eyes? What would her soft hair feel like under your fingertips? What would her first word be?

You hadn't even realized you were already referring to the baby as "she". That was what made you realize you were already deadset on keeping the baby, whether Fez wanted to be apart of that or not, even though it pained you to think that way.

You nervously sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for the best. Fez had called you the same day he received the letter.

"Hi Fez," you answered nervously.

"You bein' serious Y/N?" You knew exactly what he was referring to, so you took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, I'm being serious," you said quietly. You could hear him sigh and curse under his breath before he spoke up louder. "How long you known?"

"From before the raid. But, before you say anything, I did want to tell you on New Years, but that shit with Nate happened and everything after that was a total shitshow," you breathed, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"Shit, it's alright ma I ain't mad, jus' a bit shocked," was all he said. There was a short silence between the two of you before he spoke up again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked softly. "Yeah..." you said, waiting for anything to indicate how he felt about this. "I'm so sorry I can't be there wit' you for this," he said. That broke your heart. He wanted to there, wanted to be a father and the thought made your heart fill with joy.

"It's okay, we can't help the circumstances," you said. "Listen, I promise you imma be here wit you every step of the way, okay? Maybe not physically, but I want you to keep me updated on everthing alright?" he said. "Okay, I promise I will," you breathed, a smile stretching across your face. "Imma do right by you, baby, I promise. You ain't doin' this on your own."

You were sure your heart was going to explode. You were going to have a baby with Fez. The circumstances were the farthest from ideal, but you were hopeful that you were going to be able to do this. You were going to do this. For yourself, for Fez and Ash and for your baby.

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The pregnancy was anything but easy, and it was even harder without Fez by your side. It helped that he showed his support in any way he could, like always calling and sending letters, checking up on you to stay updated with the condition of your baby. You were roughly at 3 or 4 months and by now the little bump was already visible.

Telling Ash was one of the things you were the most nervous about. You didn't know how he'd feel about a baby being bought into your living situation. You had sat him down and got straight to the point. When the words first left your mouth, his face twisted into an unreadable expression. He seemed to be mulling it over silently, before a small smile stretched across your face and he replied shyly with, "So I'm gonna like, be an uncle?"

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The letters you frequently wrote Fez were on of the only things he looked forward to. He loved reading them, reading about how you were doing and everything that was happening with your body and with the baby growing inside you. It sometimes fet like he got to experience the pregnancy right there beside you, with the way he could clearly indicate your mood swings even in your writing.

The letter would quickly go from I saw an old couple sitting by the old park benches today and I broke down in tears to The guy at the drive-thru told me I couldn't order 'just pickels'. Imagine saying no to a starving pregnant lady!

When he received the letter with a small black and white attached to it, he nearly cried. The little ultrasound picture didn't look like much, you could barely make out the big white blob in the middle as a baby, an actual human being. He turned the picture around and saw that you had written our baby! in your messy handwriting, with a little heart at the end. That was all he needed to actually start crying.

That night he couldn't fall asleep at all. His mind was filled with a million thoughts that were consuming him. What if something happens to her or the baby while I'm in here? Will she be able to cope on her own? What's she gonna do once the baby is born?

What if I'm not a good father?

That's what was eating at him more than anything else. He didn't want to be like his own father, and his worst fear was eventually ending up like him, no matter how hard he tried not to. He didn't want his kid to hate him, he wanted to be the best dad he could be, because he already knew that you were going to be the absolutely best mother any child could ask for. He knew because he saw the way you cared for Ash, like he was your own little brother. He also knew that you had a big heart. When you loved, you loved with everything in you, so he didn't have an inkling of doubt about you being a good mother.

That was the night he had promised himself that he would be the best father that he could be for your child and that he'd give them the love and support he never received from his dad.

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By now you had finally been approved for your first visit, and you were over the moon. The first time you visited you went alone, and when Fez saw you walking into the cold room, a slight waddle to your step and a cute little bump sticking out from your pretty pink sundress and cardigan, he swears he had fell in love with you all over again. You looked so beautiful, he thought, maybe more beautiful than you've ever been.

Maybe it was the pregnancy glow people would always refer to, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen you in months, but he couldn't get the dopey smile off his face as you made your way to the table where he sat.

You were permitted to a brief embrace and kiss at the beginning and end of each visit, and when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time in months, and got to inhale the smell of your almost unfamiliar perfume, he didn't ever want to let you go ever again. His grip on you tightened a little bit and you had to will away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you felt his warmth consume your body. It felt like home being back in his strong arms.

"You're gonna squish the baby," you said playfully, placing a kiss on his shirt over his heart. You honestly didn't mind at all; you'd let him hold you like this forever if you could. You eventually broke away when you saw the guard giving you a unhappy look from the corner of your eye. You sat down on the cold metal bench and he found his seat accross from you.

You so badly wanted to hold his hand while you talked to him. You wanted to sit next to him and feel the warmth of his body radiating off him and bury your face into his neck and hold onto him for dear life, but you couldn't.

"Y'know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" he asked. You absent-mindedly tapped your manicured nails against the metal table that separated you two, until the guard had given you a stern look from behind Fez, by now irritated by the repetitive sound. You retracted your hands, placing them in your lap and shaking your head. "No, I'm finding out at the next appointment," you smiled, "do you still have the photos I sent you?"

You were referring to the ultrasound photos as you had sent him in letters from all your appointments. "Of course I do," he smiled, "keep 'em in my cell, under my pillow." You smiled, looking down at your belly and softly running your hand over it.

"I think it's gonna be a girl," you said softly, as if it was some secret only the two of you had the right to know. "Nah, it's a boy," he replied and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made him laugh. "Of course you think it's a boy," you joked. He shrugged "I'm still gonna love 'em whether they a boy or a girl," he said, before adding, "but it's gonna be a boy."

You rolled your eyes at him once again, this time more dramatically, and rubbed at your belly. "I just know it's going to be a little girl," you said, and when you looked up from your belly your eyes met Fez's. They were filled with an immeasurable amount of admiration and love, and you couldn't help but shy away from the attention.

"If it's a girl, I hope she look like you."

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The last few weeks of your pregnancy you had asked your mother to stay with you until it was time to go and give birth. By now your belly was fully formed and perfectly rounded, and you were waddling around the house like a lost penguin. Everything was hurting, from your feet to your back and pregnancy brain was truly kicking your ass. As much as you loved the beauty of pregnancy, you couldn't wait to finally get this over with.

You were on the phone with Fez when you had first felt it, the liquid running down your legs followed by a slight cramp in your abdomen. At first you were scared that you had peed yourself (your bladder had been your number one enemy recently) but it didn't take long to realize what was happening.

Without even sparing Fez another word you hung up and called for your mother. This was it, you were finally going meet your baby.

Ash was shitting bricks as he paced around the house while you and your mother gathered everything to head to the hospital. Soon enough you found yourself in the hospital, with your arms leaning on the bed trying to control your breathing. The pain felt like nothing you've ever felt before, and at some point you thought you were going to pass out.

A little while later and you had started to dilate. After what felt like a lifetime of mindless pushing and incoherent shouts, the screaming of your baby girl filled your ears. You looked next to you, to your mother who was still holding onto your hand tightly while her other hand pushed the hair out of your sweaty face. You were beyond grateful to have her with you, but your heart yearned to have Fez with you for this moment. When you got to hold your baby in your arms you cried like a crazy person. She was so beautiful, and your heart was already filled with abundant love for her.

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You've had baby Eden at home for almost two weeks, when you finally got a call from Fez.

"How'd it go baby? Is she healthy? Are you okay?" he had asked as soon as he heard your voice greeting him. You pressed the phone tighter between your ear and your shoulder. "She's as healthy as can be, and she's beautiful, Fez," you said happily, as you rocked the baby in your arms to sleep. "You gonna send me a picture of her?" he asked.

"I already have a few taken, I just have to get them printed then I'll send them to you," you smiled, "she's so beautiful, Fez." You knew it was a little biased, but she truly was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen. Her pretty long eyelashes that rested on her chubby cheeks and the pretty pink lips that would sometimes streatch into a toothless smile, or her cute button nose that would scrunch up when she yawned or sneezed. Everything about her was so absolutely perfect.

"I can't wait to see yall ma," he whispered. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. "Me neither," you replied with a sad smile.

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He had no doubt when you told him that Eden was a beautiful baby, but when Fez got to see a picture of her for the first time, all the air was knocked out his lungs.

That was his baby. His baby girl, wrapped tightly in a fluffy pink blanket and a little cap to match. He couldn't stop looking at the picture, his thoughts going at a hundred miles per hour. Fez hadn't seen a lot of babies in his life, but he was one thousand percent certain that Eden was the most beautiful baby he'd ever layed his cynical eyes on.

He couldn't remember the last time he prayed, but that night Fez found himself closing his eyes and praying. He prayed that you and your baby were kept safe, he prayed that his baby girl would stay healthy and happy, and he prayed for the patience to diligently serve his sentence, counting down the days till he got to hold you both.

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You sat in shock as you read the contents of the letter over and over and over.

Fez was going to be released from jail earlier for good behavior. He was coming home, to you, to Ash and his friends and to his baby. He was going to meet his daughter.

Ever since giving birth you hadn't brought Eden along with you when visiting Fez. She was still very young, and you didn't want her driving the long distances back and forth. This unfortunately meant that Fez hadn't got to meet his daughter yet. That was changing soon though.

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You were pacing back and forth in the house, waiting for Fez to come knocking at your door. Today was the day Fez was coming home, back to his family, back to you.

He had to go through several release preparations, then pre-release custody and then supervision. After he complete those steps he had a full release from the BOP system, and they arranged transportation for him to come back home.

He had asked you to not tell anyone about him coming home, he didn't want people bothering him and wanted to spend his first night in just the company of the people he loved the most. You had kept to your word and not told a soul, not even Ash, who you knew would soon be jumping out of his skin when he gets to see his brother.

You had Eden in your arms, gently rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She was a little cranky because she didn't get her afternoon nap in, and when she finally dozed off, you went to go place her in the small crib next to your bed.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, before checking that everything was good. The food was cooked, the house cleaned and the bed covered in clean sheets.

The hard knock on the door almost made you drop the pie you had taken out of the oven. It was custard pie, his favorite. You removed your oven mits and sprinted to the door.

When you opened it, there stood Fez with a small smile on his face. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. He was here. He was back home with you finally and you got to hold him for as long as your heart desired.

By now you were sobbing into his neck, beyond relieved and happy to finally have him home. When you broke away he looked down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Hi," he breathed. "Hi," you replied through a half sob half laugh. "You're home." "I'm home."

Ash had cried when he saw his brother standing in the living room awkwardly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, almost as if he was scared of losing him once again. Once everyone had settled down somewhat, you decided to ask Fez the big question.

"Do you wanna see her?"

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The room was dead silent as you pushed open the door and made your way inside, Fez following soon after. You could see the anxiety written on his face, evident in the slight tremble of his hands. This was a very big deal to him. He was going to meet his daughter for the very first time.

You made your way over to the crib, standing next to it and urging him to do the same. He warily moved closer to the crib, looked over the edge and down to where the little girl layed peacefully assleep. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest as she breath rhythmically, and the way her two small fists layed clenched tightly next to her body. If he listened closely enough he could hear her breathing, and the soft cooing sounds in between.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" you asked quietly, and he only nodded, not once lifting his gaze. "Would you like to hold her?" This made him look up at you. A part of him wanted to say no. He didn't want to hold something as precious as her in his hands. Hands that have done shameful and awful things, much too tainted to handle something as fragile and irreplaceable as her.

"It's okay, Fez," you said, sensing his hesitation, before reaching into the crib to pick her up gently. When she was secured in your grasp, you turned your body to him and he hesitantly reached out to take her from you.

Once she was in his arms the small tears began to fall from his eyes. You rubbed his back comfortingly as you watched him closely.

Nothing that Fez had ever achieved in his life measured even closely to this moment. No amount of money or fortune would make him trade this. This was it. This was him, being home and being able to be with you, with his family.

His grandmother had taught him the importance of family and looking out for each other. She taught him that the family he'd have would be the people he was willing to die for, and as he stood in the quiet room, his daughter in his arms and you by his side, he knew that he had found his family.

He looked over to you, and when his eyes met yours he saw the contented look on your face, behind all the happy tears.

"She looks like you," he smiled.

ACHOO! BABY I’M SICK

starring….

jennifer check. miles morales. patrick bateman. maddy perez. miguel o’hara.

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬

★ She’s definitely grossed out, and immediately stays away from you for at least a few days.

★ Though she gives in, and finally comes to see you.

★ She acts annoyed, and is nonchalant with all of your sneezing and moans about how terrible you feel. But deep down, she’s so sad to see her precious baby so ill and tortured.

★ The least she’ll do for you, is go to the gas station and get you soup in a can. But first, she’ll have to seduce the cash register to let her get it for free.

★ When you ask her for anything else, she’ll reluctantly do it for you. As you feel sleepy, she’ll give in and give you a kiss goodnight.

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻

★ “Aww, poor baby.” She coos, while she rubs your hair.

★Whoever she was planning on hanging out with, like Cassie, Rue, or Feszco, she’s cancelling out on them, just for you.

★She goes into momma bear mode, and buys you some snacks, and make sure to take your temperature. You were so grateful for this, that you got such a beautiful, loyal, devoting girlfriend.

★ “Won’t Cassie be upset that you’re not there with her?” you asked.

★ “Cassie can handle a few minutes without me, tonight, it’s all about you.” She says, smirking her lips.

𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴

★ When you call him to tell him you’re sick, he immediately webslings over to your place, and goes to give you company.

★ He puts his hand above your head, and looks at you with such devotion.

★ “Won’t you get sick too?” You moan.

★ “Nahh, I won’t.” He chuckles.

★ For the whole day, he stays by your place, doing whatever you asked him too, from covering you with extra blankets, putting on your favorite anime, and just telling you the drama at school.

★ When it comes to saving the day, he has to make a choice between taking care of you, or saving Brooklyn.

★ “Miles.” You choke. “I’ll be fine— Go save Brooklyn.”

★ He sighs, before kissing the tip of your forehead and slinging away. “Call me if you need anything.” He calls, on the way out of your window.

𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯

★ Sends you $500 on cashapp, and texts you don’t talk to him when you feel better.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖’𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

★ When he hears of your sickness, he brings you to HQ, and carries you to the infirmary.

★ You complain that you want Miguel to be on your side, but he justifies that he has some multiverse work to do.

★ Eventually after many complains from Peter and Jess and you, he goes to visit you in the infirmary, and gives you a box of tissues, as well as some water.

★ He gives you some words of reassurance, trying to make you feel better at least. He makes sure that LYLA stays at your side, and tells him about your temperature.

★ When he takes his time off work, he goes by your side and caresses your face.

“Mig..” You groaned, then sneezed. “I.. I wanna feel better.”

He simply grunts.

“You’ll feel better, mi sol. LYLA and the doctors will take care of you. In the meantime, you need anything?”

You give him a cheeky look, and few minutes later, he comes back to your side with a bunch of teddy bears, soup bars, candy and chocolates, and a reaallll sour expression on his face.

“I wuvvv you, Miggy.”

fezco’s grandma could get it tbh

New fic idea

Okay but I've been obsessed with Euphoria lately. So how would y'all feel about a fic of basically being Fezco's girlfriend and Maddy's best friend/ fuck buddy. Y'all have a threesome where Fez kinda just lets you and Maddy use him however y'all want, with implied poly after but it's also fluff and a little angsty and over 1k words? Inspired by my pan panic whenever I see those two. I hope we see them interact soon.

Nate Jacobs. God, where to begin? He was something else. Handsome, Tall, athletic, smart, manipulative, abusive, out of his mind psychotic. He was an Angel in the eyes of those who don’t know him or only had a 5 minute conversation with him. He would have strict rules when it came to you. He always said, “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s those around you. You don’t know what they are capable of, Doll.” So he would do many things for you to keep you “safe”. He picks out your clothes, makes sure you are always in eye view of him, or whenever you go out, you must tell him how it is going every so often. But what you don’t know is that he has a tracker app on your phone so he knows where you are. It’s okay though, it is out of love. He loves you so much, he can’t let you go.

“Fuck you want?” A voice rang out as you opened the false drink door. “Your brother uh, told me you’d sold stuff.” You say to the boy with tattoos on either side of his cheek. You were pointing to the door that had now closed behind you. “Alright, what you here for?” He asks. “What’s new?”

“You’re in luck.”

A big thing Nate loved about your guy’s relationship is that fact he would always be bigger than you. He would always be your protector in the relationship. He’d come to your side when you needed him. He also enjoyed that fact he could just lift you and throw you as if your were a rag doll no matter your weight. Watch your eyes roll back as he coaches you through every inch. He loved it even more that his shirts were always to big for you as well.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱🌿

You and elliot try molly together and start to get in the mood

pairing - Elliot x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, drugs, smut, fluff kinda

It was after school, and you were walking with Maddy and Kat. “I don't know why Nate is such a dick," Maddy said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, he's super weird,” Kat said. "To be honest, I wish I had never dated him; it was the worst experience of my life," she muttered.

As you were about to chime in on the conversation, you got a text notification on your phone. It was from Elliot . You two had been hanging out outside of school in secret and had been communicating for a few weeks. “Meet me by my car at 5." "Who was that?” Maddy asks.

You quickly turned your phone off. "Oh, just my mom. I gotta go." You hugged Maddy and Kat, then scurried off before you were asked any other questions.

As you were walking to the parking lot, you immediately saw Elliot . He was lighting a cigarette. You smiled and walked over to him. "Hey," you said with a smile. "Hey,” he muffled the cigarette in his mouth.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” you said, leaning on the side of his car. “Oh yeah,” Elliot said while coughing. “Look what I got,” he said, pulling a bag with four pills out of his pocket. “It’s Molly. You in?” he said, smirking. “Fuck yeah,” you said, smirking back.

When you arrived at his house with Elliot , you got out of the car. He opened the door to his house. He bowed his head and curtsied, saying, "Ladies first." "Why thank you, good sir?" you chuckled. He laughed, and he followed you inside. You were grabbed by Elliot's hand as he brought you upstairs to his room. When he held your hand, something in your stomach churned, but you chose  to ignore it.

Elliot shut his door and laid down like a starfish on his bed. His place smelled like a combination of cocaine and marijuana. He was lying next to you as you lay on the bed. He looked to his left to observe you. "Have you done this before?" Elliot asked. "No, have you?" you asked, looking up at him. Nope. It's the first time for everything, right?" He asked as he stood up. You chuckled quietly.

Elliot took his laptop off the floor and pulled the bag of pills out of his pocket. He took a card off the bedside table and started to crush the molly. You sat up on his bed and watched his movements, then his lips, then back to his movements. ‘Pull it together, y/n.’ you said in your head.

"Done, there." Elliot took two straws out of his pillow case and gave you one. He said, "Here." He laid his laptop's lines of Molly down on the bed. As you kneeled in front of the lines, you exchanged glances. “Are you ready?  " he asked.You said, "Yes." After plugging one nostril hole and holding your straw, you both sniffed the lines.

After you guys were done, you and Elliot both laid on the bed, waiting for the molly to hit. For 10 minutes, you asked, “Do you feel anything?”. “Nah”. he said  You could feel a wave of euphoria slowly pass through your body as you let out a deep breath. You looked at Elliot and could see it was hitting him too. "Fuckkk,” Elliot said in a relaxing tone. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you noticed that you were blinking very slowly. Your heart started to slow down.

“Y’know y/n. Your very fucking pretty,” Elliot said while smlling. “Shut up!" you said with a big smile. “No, I'm serious,” Eltiot said, sitting up from his bed. He grabbed your jaw with both of his hands. His left thumb stroked your cheek, and he came closer. “You really are fucking pretty. Beautiful, I might say," Elliot whispered with a low voice.

He glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes. He came in closer. Your breath hit your throat, and your heart rate quickened. Elliot came closer to your lips and kissed you hard. You kissed back and pulled him in closer. “Is this okay?” he said. You nodded yes. “No I need words baby”  “yes” you said breathing heavily. He smirked. Elliot’s lips moved further. 

He pushed your shirt upwards. He stroked his tongue across your skin till you shook, kissing reverently and tenderly at every newly exposed spot of skin, including your stomach and breasts. While he was doing that, you stripped all your clothes off. You looked back up to see Elliot shirtless with his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lips in horniness. “You like what you see,” he said with a low voice while smirking. You nodded while biting your lips.

 Elliot climbed over you and continued to kiss you going down and started to kiss your jaw to your neck, leaving hickeys. You started to moan as he went down to your pussy. “Fuckk” you moaned, biting your lips. He slowly started to lick your clit up and down, leaving you a moaning mess. He put his finger in his mouth to get them wet.

 Elliot  then slowly started to play with your clit. You arched your back and bit your lip. He shoved his fingers in your wet pussy. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want," he said, causing you to clench around his fingers with his smooth voice. He gave me another clit kiss. This time, his lips touched your flesh directly, causing me to moan louder. Your juices were visible on his smooth, pink lips. 

“Uhhh fuck Elliot. I'm about to cum.” As soon as you said that, Elliot pulled away. His lips and chin wet from your juices. You groaned in frustration. “The only time you're cumming is on my dick.” he said, smirking. He pulls away from you by pulling his boxers off. Your eyes widen as you see his cock pop out of his boxers, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you for even a single second.  

At least spits on his hand and strokes his dick for a few times while making eye contact. Elliott taps his dick on your pussy. “Are you ready for me baby?” he asked. “Yes Elliot. Please fuck me.” you said almost whining.  He took hold of your face and raised it. He kissed you once more and teased your entrance, saying, " good girl."  He allowed you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting inside of you. "You're so fucking tight Y/n ," he moaned. 

He repeatedly thrust slowly till you gave him a little nod in agreement. He began to rock his hips more rapidly. As he fucked you, neither of you cared to cover up your groans. He clawed your hips while you clawed at his back. 

“Fuck I can't get enough of you y/n .” he said putting his head back. You bit your lips in pleasure while gripping his sheets. His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already. Elliot kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to 𝑒𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.

You felt the rush of excitement again after a few more thrusts. You loudly moaned his name as you leaned your back towards him. Your toes curl, and you pull yourself out of the kiss with a loud moan. He has to wrap his arm around your back to keep you standing as your climax tears through you, all the while his thumb and hips moving in the same direction. "I swear to God, Elly. “Shit, baby. God”. Elliot continues to push himself over the edge with the same thrusts, lowering his head to the back of your neck. “Fuck im gonna-” Elliot pulls out and cums in on your stomach. “Ugh fuckk Y/n.” 

You both are now breathing heavily. Elliot gets off you and walks to the bathroom. ‘Where's he going?’ you wonder. Elliot comes back with a rag and wipes you off. He throws it into the dirty clothes and lays down beside you. 

 “You feel like a fucking drug Y/n” “what do you mean?” you asked him. “I mean ever since I met you. I feel a relaxed and calm, I feel weird when i’m not around you and if were being honest, your the only person I fuck with. What I'm trying to say is, I like you Y/n.” 

You immediately smiled from what he said. "I like you too Elly." Elliot smiled and kissed you, you kissed back. After cuddling in his bed, you could feel your eyes getting low while falling to sleep. Sleeping in Elliot's arms.