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Sooo freaking destroyed right now!! Please say this is a joke. Rest in peace Angus Cloud.
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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I’ve literally read every Elliot fanfic on this platform and I’m desperate for more, reading all these really made me down bad for this man
having to scroll past every euphoria spoiler I glance at on every platform because I’m not caught up and the new episode came out
okay I’m finally catching back up on Euphoria season two and WKCNDKAKXKDJFJNS OH MY GOD SO MUCH IS HAPPENING BUT LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND TODAY
THIS MAN HAS ME SO DOWN BAD ITS UNBELIEVABLE
I just saw a tiktok of someone seeing Dominic Fike live and AIJDKDKDK
I’ve literally never wanted to see someone preform live this bad EVER, I’ve only been to one concert my whole life but I’d sell MY SOUL TO SEE THIS MAN PREFORM LIVE
honestly I’d consider him my favorite artist at the moment, maybe even of all time
I forgot my earbuds so now I can’t listen to Dominic Fike and ignore everyone and everything while at school, very sad
every time fezco appears in the fucking screen i get all blushy and lovey dovey and smiley, and i don't want that to ever stop.
People keep saying fez might get off from going to jail. But I just want y'all to remember fez may have destroyed the phone in the finale but Custer dropped something in one of the potted plants in the house in episode 7. If the cops find that it could be another voice recorder maybe or something, so everything he was saying to ash after the incident might got recorded on a back one.
Wherever
Fezco x f!reader
WC: 1.8k
Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry
(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)
The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other.
It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family.
The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets.
She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.
After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?"
Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door.
Out of Order.
Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind.
They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in.
He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips.
Third floor.
Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."
She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him.
She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat.
He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me."
"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything.
He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips.
"You keep doing that imma put it away."
"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.
Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan.
He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively.
The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm.
"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need.
Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry."
"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?"
"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?"
She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show.
"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs.
She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor."
"Baby..."
"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home."
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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.
Prank
very short blurb. just something to cheer everybody up :)
Summary: you and ash prank fez.
“I should do it, you’re not doing it tight enough.” you told ashtray.
“Alright, fine.” Ash handed you the plastic wrap.
You and Ash have been planning to do a prank on fez this time, you decided to do the plastic wrap prank, it’s when you make a person run into plastic wrap and fall down.
“We should do one at the bottom, he’s kinda tall.” Ash suggested.
“Good idea.” you added some plastic wrap to the bottom of the door.”
“What should I say?” you said smiling.
“y/n, you can’t laugh. You’re going to make it obvious.”
“I know, I know. I won’t laugh, I promise.” you keep a straight face, but now ash was smiling. Both of you broke out into laughter.
“Okay stop laughing ash.” you said seriously.
“Okay. I won’t. Say there’s a rat.”
“AHHH FEZ, THERE’S A RAT COME QUICK. HURRY UP.” you screamed. You and ash heard fez running the house, seconds later, he ran into the plastic wrap and fell over.You and Ash started laughing again.
“Good one” you gave him a high five.
“You should be an actor .” ash in between laughing.
“What the fuck guys.” fez said clearing annoyed.
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.
Fez x highmaintenance ! Reader
Just a lil head cannon to get me into writing for fez.
High maintenance readers are actually my favourite thing right now, I might make this a character and start a series,
let me know if you’d like that
The moment fez saw you in your pink diamond bodycon cocktail dress, he knew he had to have you.
The moment you saw him in his stripped Ralph Lauren long sleeve Polo, you knew you had to have him.
Some would say it was a match made in heaven, and the ones who don’t say that, are jealous.
The one thing Fez didn’t know, however, when he saw you in that dress, was how much attention you actually needed in order to work like a ‘normal human’.
Every time you wore an outfit, Fez had to see it. God forbid he said he didn’t like it.
When he didn’t like what you were wearing, you’d go on for hours about how the Colours actually do go together well (despite them obviously clashing) and that it was designer so it had to work.
Fez would always just sigh and look at you when you were arguing.
He found you being angry, very hot.
He would always pay for your hair appointments, mainly to shut you up about how pricey they were
Seriously, he was not listening to another minute of you complaining to him about how your hair was dyed a Mahogany brown instead of a Chestnut brown and therefore you shouldn’t have to pay them.
Brown is brown.
He secretly loved paying for them though, just to see you happy.
Always seeing things you like and subtly hinting to him.
He was a drug dealer, he was rolling in it, and you were his loyal girlfriend, you deserved to be treated sometimes.
Sometimes all the time.
Fez gladly treated you though, most of the time without you even asking, he just loved to spoil you.
Sometimes he had to reign you back in though, you got carried away quite often.
“That’s so unfair Fezzie! Nate got maddy that coat from James Bond, why can’t I have it.”
“You don’t even know what James Bond film it’s from, you just know it’s expensive and pretty”
“Guess I’ll just go ask Nate to buy it for me then, since my Boyfriends clearly incapable”
“You go near him and I won’t rail you for a month”
“The coat was ugly anyway, didn’t even want it.”
You’d often give him the silent treatment when he wouldn’t give you what you want.
It’d never last long though.
You needed fez, a lot more then it would seem he needed you.
You were enamoured by him.
His beauty
His loyalty
His heart.
And yes he spoilt you rotten.
But he definitely got it back.
You were devoted to him, hopelessly.
He could snap his fingers and you’d be running out the door towards him.
You’d always patch him up after a fight, that was undoubtedly caused by someone flirting with you.
You’d back him against everything.
Look after ashtray as if you were his mother.
Look after it wash his nan if he couldn’t find the time.
You do anything he asked of you.
And some would call your sort of love dangerous, and hell, it may be.
But to you guys it was right.
It was fez and you against the world. And ain’t no one stopping you.
You both were hopelessly devoted to eachother, no matter how much you could be a spoilt brat.
You were Fezcos spoilt brat, and you both wanted it to stay that way, for as long as the world permitted.
Euphoria is so good but then again you start to wonder when we became such a fucked up generation that’ll do anything just to escape reality, consuming drugs and disrespect our own bodies
Unpopular opinion: Faye is in love with Fezco.
✨ manifesting that Angus Cloud and Jack Harlow randomly meet so that way I can fangirl over my husband meeting my other husband ✨
missing euphoria sundays and fezco x readers :(