when you woke up, you woke up with a startle. you looked around and clutched your chest, scared something had happened.
“y/n, are you okay?” jules whispered, waking up from your sudden jolting movements.
you took a deep breathe and nodded, “i think so.” you took in your surroundings and everything started to settle. you were in elliot’s room, in elliot’s bed, in between him and jules and rue was next to jules. you were okay.
you laid back down and your phone buzzed, you picked it up. nate was calling you. the two of you had broken up less than 3 months ago. he had shattered your heart in the process of doing so.
you stared at the phone then at jules, “did something happen last night?” you asked softly.
jules shrugged, “you were being weird with your phone and wanted to leave but we wouldn’t let you.”
the phone stopped ringing, but only to start again. “fuck, i must’ve pissed him off.”
“just block him.” jules said, “he had you blocked for at least a month.”
you stuck your lip out, that was the last thing you wanted to do. in fact, you still wanted nate, badly.
you climbed out of bed, much to jules’ dismay and ran down the stairs to go outside.
you had missed his call again by the time you got outside, so you called him back, “what’s going on? where are you?” his tone was angry and he didn’t even say hi.
“whoa, give me a minute nate. i just woke up and i honestly don’t know what’s happening.” you said, while crouching to sit on elliot’s outside stoop.
“you don’t remember anything you said last night?” there was pain in his voice.
“i haven’t had time to look. i was blacked. i just woke up, baby…” the name slipped from your mouth. it had been the first time you two had talked on the phone since the breakup, “sorry, just gimme a few and we can talk, okay?”
you swore you heard nate’s breath hitch when you called him baby.
“i was just worried. you said you’d come over and then you just stopped responding. i tried to come get you but you wouldn’t tell me where you were. sorry for my tone.” he stated quietly.
you were shocked. “oh, um, it’s okay. i probably didn’t tell you because im at elliot’s and i know you hated me being here when we were together so i didn’t want you to be super pissed and come here when i was drunk and it cause a scene. rue and jules are here too tho. we all slept over.”
you could tell nate was biting his tongue from saying anything, “can i come get you and take you to breakfast? i can give you some time to get ready and read the messages but …”
you cut him off, “yes i’d love that.” your heart yearned to see him again. “pick me up in 20, okay?”
author’s note: i write a romanticized version of nate. in my fics, he has still a dick but waaaay different than the show. isn’t abusive / all the other things that make him really yucky, very non-cannon.
if you don’t like that, find a different fic to read!
authors note: i ALWAYS romanticize nate. he in NON CANNON. don’t like how he is portrayed, don’t read!
warnings: a little bit of dom!nate x sub!reader
“nate, please!” you gasped as he removed his palm from over your underwear. you had been grinding into his palm for the past 5 minutes, desperate for relief and he was loving every second of it.
“tell me how bad you want me baby, that you’ll use any part of me to get off.” he said in a hushed voice, right next to your ear, then biting your ear.
you whined, “please. please. please. need you so fucking bad. feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t. such a dumb slut only for you, natey.” you were on brink of crying. you were grinding into nothing, desperately searching for something as you laid next to him.
“yeah baby, that’s it. such a good dumb baby.” he hooked his leg in between your thighs, “keep begging and i’ll let you ride my thigh, sweetheart.”
you gasped at the contact to your clit, electricity running through your body, but he held your hips still so you began to beg, “holy fuck. need you to make me cum so bad. can’t think about anything else except it. wanna make you cum too.”
nate loosened his bruising grip, “good girl. you can move now.” you loved him being in control of your every move when you were like this. you got to work desperately grinding into him, gasping.
nate grabbed your hair with one hand to expose your neck to the side. he slowly leaned down and began to kiss you softly until he was gently biting on your pulse point, “rougher nate, please.” you grunted. you loved nate rough and you knew he loved it too. you trusted him not to hurt you and he knew your limits.
his other hand went to your jaw and brought it up so you were kissing him. he bit your lip and pulled making you hiss. the hand in your hair dropping to your ass and squeezing.
you kissed him with equal fervor and bit his lip right back which he wasn’t expecting. this made him laugh a little, “baby thinks she’s tough huh? wants to be in charge? guess i better stop then.”
he began to unclench his leg so the tension to your grinding so any built up pressure to your release was slipping, “no no no, please ‘m sorry. didn’t mean to, just like bitin you.”
his hand that was holding your jaw loosened and his thumb traced your mouth. it fell open for him and he slid his finger in. you closed your mouth and sucked lightly.
“atta girl, just desperate to suck anything she can get her hands on huh?” he said softly, nate adored how you looked with anything in your mouth. he adored how you looked period when you were being good and listening, but he couldn’t deny what you being a brat did to him.
you nodded, words escaping you, tension building up inside you again, “natey, ‘m close.” you whined softly.
you pressed your lips to his neck and ground your core down onto his thigh, trying to hold off on your release.
“okay baby, cum for me,” he bit your earlobe as his words echoed around you.
you cried out, gasping his name, clenching around his thighs and nate holding you steady.
once you came down from your high, nate kissed you and ran a hand along your cheek, “you okay?”
you nodded, “wanna make you cum, baby.” you smiled and stood up so you could push him back onto his bed.
“that’s my girl.” nate smirked, starting to shrug his shorts off. and that was one of the reasons nate jacobs was in love with you.
Sometimes you meet that one person in your life, the one that just makes sense. You don’t remember a time before them and can’t imagine one without them.
Fezco was your best friend. You first met back in high school, both dumb pothead freshman. You sat in the back of biology class, with slightly baggy cargo pants and a large black hoodie over.
“Hey Bro, you got a pencil?” Fez asked as he kicked your chair slightly to wake you up.
“Uh here.” You mumbled looking over and handing him a lead pencil. Who doesn’t bring a pencil first day of school?
“Pink? That’s a little girly” He asked giving you a goofy smile.
“I am a girl.” You said letting the hoodie fall off. Fez’s eyes widens noticing how pretty you where even with no makeup and the baggy clothes.
“Shit- my bad” He said hoping he didn’t fuck it up with his lab partner before the year even started.
But in fact it didn’t bother you at all, you never where one to flaunt your body, you didn’t like more attention on you. And that year that’s all it took for Fez to mingle his way in your life.
You almost wanted to hate him when he dropped out of school leaving you alone. You weren’t really alone, you had Rue and a few others but now you here a senior.
“Got any bud on you?” You asked before jumping on the counter of Fez’s convent store.
“You ain’t hang out with me for free weed” Fez teased as he looked over at you. He felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he noticed you wearing a tight tank top and a huge pair of sweat pants. Parts of your stomach was exposed and your boobs still looked pretty huge even if you only wore a sports bra. He wasn’t used to you showing skin. Since the day he met you, it was always baggy clothes.
Then something happened, he’s not sure when or why but you seemed more of a girl to him. You weren’t self concise about your body, you thought you had pretty good assets actually. But you just never wanted people to stare. You never had anyone to impress either so why not be comfortable all the time instead.
“I would never, I just ran out” You said as you where kicking your legs watching him stock the beer.
“You went through it that fast?” He asked giving you a look with a raised eyebrow.
“I had a lot of college essays to get through, couldn’t do it without being high” You huffed as you opened a soda.
“Hey Fez” You heard a shy voice. You looked up to se Lexi standing against the refrigerators.
“Lexi Howard, how are you?” He asked bring his attention to her.
“ I’m good.” He started but you just rolled your eyes before jumping off the counter and finding Ash in the back. You grabbed a rolled blunt smiling as you sent Ash an wink before taking it.
“Jesus Y/N, what did I tell you about smoking inside the store.” Fez said giving you a glare. Lexi was already making her way out the store.
“Sorry sorry. So you and Lexi?” You asked giving him a nudge.
“Nah I don’t know. She’s cool” Fez said not wanting to talk about it, especially with you.
“She’s pretty.” You admitted. sure you knew he kind of, you knew her sister Cassie way more.
“You into girls now ma?” Fez asked smirking.
“No it’s not like that gezz.” You said getting annoyed with this conversation already.
“You sure?” He said pushing you a little too much.
“High school boys are just dumb. Whats the point of dating? Bad sex and emotional damage? “ You asked before rolling your eyes and making your way out the store. It bothered you that Fez didn’t see you as anything else. It was probably the same as he saw Rue. Fez just sighed going back to work and not minding out little out burst.
“Do you think I’m ugly?” You asked out of no where making Rue let out a laugh. Beside Fez, Rue was your number one. You’ve stuck with her through the worst.
“What’s this about?” she said passing you back the blunt.
“Do you think Fez sees me as a guy or somthin?” You asked knowing Rue was pretty close to Fezco.
“No you just never give him the time of day to see you a different way.” She said honestly. She’s knows you pretty well.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked looking up at her from your bed.
“Maybe dress up, show off that you can be more womenly or whatever.” Rue said thinking over what she was trying to say.
“I know the perfect person for this.” Rue said as her eyes got bright as if a light bulb went off.
That’s how you found yourself Friday at Jules house with Rue. She knew there was going to a house party and knew that Jules is the perfect person to help you dress up and feel confidant.
“This feels weird.” You huffed as Jules did your makeup. You weren’t new to makeup but the most you’d do would be mascara and your eye brows.
“ You look great, I wish I had this much ass.” Jules said as she perfected your cat eye. You wore a white spaghetti strap dress that clung to ever curve. It might have been a size or two too small since it was Jules’.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said looking at yourself.
“No this is a great idea” Rue said laughing before pulling you along with Jules out the house.
The house was filled with drunk and high teenagers. The music was way too loud echoing almost. You felt too many eyes on you as you moved through the crowd with a drink. Your eyes darted to a certain someone leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Well look at you (y/l/n).” Fez said still not being able to comprehend that this was his best friend in front of him.
“Kind of Rue and Jules doing.” You said looking down at the mini dress. You had to admit you did feel pretty.
“For what?” Fez asked not knowing why’d you be dressed in this get up. To him you where always the prettiest in the room, it seemed like you drew attention even when you dressed like a 12 year old boy. Fezco never seemed to worry about boys around you, you always brunt their ego.
“You don’t like it?” You asked feeling a little self conscious under his stare.
“Nah ma, you like nice.” He said as a slightly pink blush came to his face that matched your own pink blush. But before you can say anything else someone came up to Fez to make a deal. And you knew better then to get involved with Fezco’s job.
That’s how you found yourself a few too many drinks in and stupidly dancing with Maddy and Cassie. Fez would bounce back from making deals to making sure to keep an eye on you. He knew this wasn’t good.
“I-m going to get another drink” You mumbled pushing yourself away from the crowd.
“Gross” You sighed looking at all the beer and half finished drinks everywhere.
“(y/n) never thought you would be hiding this much.” Nate voiced chimed in making you cringe as his eyes scanned every part of you.
“And?” You said not even bother to give him any attention as you grabbed the vodka and pouring it in a cup mixing it with soda.
“Do you want to dance? Or I have more booze in my truck?” Nate asked stepping a little too close to you.
“No thanks.” You said rolling your eyes. You weren’t best of friends with Maddy but everyone knew her and Nate’s on and off again toxic romance. And you wanted no part in any of it.
“Come on, why else would you come out looking like this?” He asked grabbing your wrist pulling you closer to himself.
“Fuck off Nate.” You mumbled trying to push away from him. As you turned bringing the drink to your lips you felt his hand on your upper arm puling you back.
“What the fuck.” You groaned as you felt the drink spill over you. And maybe wearing a tight white dress and no bra wasn’t the best idea.
“Holy shit.” Nate whispered with a smirk as he stared you down. He didn’t have a chance to do much else as Fez came up shoving him away from you. He lets you out of his sight for 5 minutes and your in a wet t shirt contest with Nate.
Fezco quickly slipped off his green sweat and pulled it over your head. He notice the look of dread in your glossed over eyes. It was the puppy eyes he could never say no to. He knew when your lip quivered you where either angry or about to cry.
“Ash take her to the car, we’re bout to roll out.” Fez said gently pushing you back to Ash.
“Fez don’t” You said reaching out grabbing his wrist. You knew he could get violent especially with Nate Jacobs.
“Please ma, Just go to the car.” Fez said with pleading eyes. He didn’t want you to see what he was about to do. Maybe if it was someone else he would’ve just took you and drove you back to his home. But it was Nate, and there was too much bad blood there.
“Yo really startin’ to become a pain in my ass.” Fez said not liking the smirk on Nate’s face.
“It wasn’t like that man.” Nate started to say but quickly got cut off when Fezco grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Though Nate was taller he stood no chance against Fezco strength.
“I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of you again.” Fez said fuming with anger that he was trying to control.
“But you go near (y/n) you as good as dead.” Fez said glaring through Nate.
“What are you her guard dog? She shouldn’t be flaunting around like that if she didn’t want attention-” Fez couldn’t take it. He let his anger over as his fist kept hitting Nate.
“I ain’t gonna hold back next time. Leave her da fuck alone.” Fez said letting go of Nate letting him fall to the floor. He walked out to the car to seeAsh sitting in the back. Fez got in noticing you passed out as Ash held your hair from your face.
“She good?” Fez asked driving back towards their house.
“Yeah, ain’t ever see her this drunk before” Ash said not paying mind to his older bother. Fez kept stealing glances to make sure you where fine all the way home.
“Come on now Ma.” Fez said as he pulled you out the car. He quickly picked you up brining you in the house.
“Got to wake up lil ma.” He said as he sat you on top of the counter in his bathroom.
“No” You mumbled feeling like if you open your eyes you might throw up. Your whole body felt like it was spinning in motion.
“Got to get you cleaned up” He said as he took a wet wash cloth and pressed it to your forehead.
“mhmmm Fez” You whispered opening your eyes barley.
“Tonight sucked” You mumbled out finally feeling like you where a little more there in reality. You jumped off the counter slowly peeling the sweater off and throwing it in the hamper. Fez couldn’t help when his eyes darted to your wet dress that clung to everything.
“What you thinkin comin dressed like that?” Fez asked wanting to know what was going on in your head. He never had trouble before knowing everything going on with you. But this was really out of the blue for you.
“I was trying to be more.” You said still drunk in thoughts.
“More?” Fez asked desperate to get a real honest answer from you that actually made sense.
“Just more of a girl.” You said thinking of how to word your scrambled thoughts without sounded like a complete dumbass.
“You are a girl?” Fez pressed since this still wasn’t making any sense to him.
“I just wanted you to look at me differently.” You confessed rolling your eyes at your best friend who still held a puzzled look. He watched your every move as you walked to turn on the shower. Your body felt so sticky, the dress felt too tight and you swore you could hear your own heart rate pounding through your head.
“I just thought I could be more pretty.” You said as he walked closer to you.
“Your so damn pretty. Why you got to make it weird. Thought I was more to you then that.” Fez said finally putting the pieces together.
“Didn’t feel like you saw me more then some bro.” You said as your hands rested on his chest as he cornered you against the counter.
“You are my bro, you my best friend. Your my family. I ain’t got much but your the most important constance in my life ma.” Fez confessed as his hand came to hold your waist.
“I love you. I ain’t good with words but thought you knew that ma?” He said slowly leaning down his eyes almost begging for some sober response from you.
“I love you stupid, why didn’t you ever just make a move or something?” You asked hitting his chest.
“Why didn’t you?” He said as he made you look up at him.
“touche” You whispered leaning closer to him. His lips pressed against your sending a shiver down your spin. It felt like your body was acting on it’s own as your gripped on to him like dear life. Fez pulled you up as you legs wrapped around his waist. He never felt like this, like everything just made sense. The kiss felt like it was everything and he couldn’t get enough of you.
“Fez” You whimpered as he forced himself to pull away from you.
“Just shower, I ain’t takin you drunk.” He said still a little breathless from the kiss.
“I’m not drunk” You huffed out but you knew you had no room to argue with him.
“Please (y/n)” He said nodding to the shower. You gave up pulling off the dress making Fez freeze. He never seen you like this, and maybe you still had a little bit of drunk confidence. You slipped into the shower as Fez walked out the bathroom.
When you where done you slipped out finding a pair a sweats and hoodie folded on the counter for you. It was your favorite hoodie of his. You walked back into his room to find him in his bed on his phone.
“How you feelin?” He asked lifting the blanket so you could join him.
“Not great.” You mumbled curling up at his side like you’ve done many times before.
“Ight go to sleep, tomorrow gonna be a new day.” Fez said wrapping his arm around you. He was right, too much has happened today.
“I love you ma.” He whispered before pressing you closer to him. You smiled letting sleep finally take over knowing you theres no other place you’d rather be then here with Fezco.
Everything seemed too normal, no drama, no issues. Fezco was not used to everything being calm. Part of him was thinking it all was a calm before a storm or maybe in faith God really did send something good in his life, something stable.
Neither you or Fez knew how you found you ways back to each other, or how you ended up in a relationship sneaking around Ash and locals. After that meeting it was like faith was playing tricks on you as you seemed to run into him every chance outside of the school.
First time was when you where on your jog before work, early hours in the morning. Fez was receiving a delivery at the store. You literally knocked the breath as you ran right into his chest.
“Sorry ma” Fezco said confused not expecting anyone to be up this early. He thought he almost forgot how to breath when he saw you in bike shorts and a sports bra, and a glow from the sweat over your body.
“Fezco?” You asked smiling up at him.
“Miss (y/l/n)” He said smirking down at his younger brothers teacher.
“It’s (y/n), kinda weird calling me miss (y/l/n), we’re probably the same age.” You said chucking at the man in front of you.
“(y/n), I like that.” He said making butterflies erupt in you stomach. You haven’t felt like this in a really long time.
The next time you ran into him was the following week when you where meeting a few other teachers but you where a little too early. Fez found you sitting at the bar alone with a drink. He took a double take not recognizing you at first.
“O’ Miss (y/l/n).” Fez said leaning on the bar as he came up next to you.
“Oh shit, You scared me.” You said looking at him with big eyes like a deer caught in headlights.
Some how that night you ended up ditching the other teachers to drink with Fez at the bar. And thats how you found yourself having to sneak out his place without Ash seeing you.
It has been two months of late nigh dates and early morning sneak outs. You preferred Fezco to spend the night at your place but he couldn’t always with Ash and his grandma, and you understood the responsibility he held on his plate.
Ash was slowly starting to put the pieces together thought he had no evidence of what was going on with his older brother. He knew Fez had a girl in his life that he wasn’t telling him about and that’s what Ash was trying to figure it out. they never kept anything form each other, their brothers, and business partners.
There where a few things that gave away Fez’s new endeavors. Ash noticed how much more his brother seemed to be smile, and checking his phone. It was weird, it seemed like he was in a good mood like all the time. There where a couple of nights he wouldn’t come home either.
Soon Ash started to piece together all the pieces. He was his room trying to sleep it was closer to 3 am. He finally heard Fez come home but he heard more foot steps with him and sight giggling. And he knew for a fact his brother wasn’t the one giggling. Ash tried to get a peak but it was dark and Fez already was in his room with his female friend. Ash could only hear some muffled whispered. But she sounded familiar for some reason.
It wasn’t till a week later when Ash figured it all out. He walked into math class finding his seat in the back. You where at you desk giggling as you where on your phone. His eyes felt like they where going to pop right out when you stood up starting the lesson as everyone finally got into the class.
You had on a dark green sweater, that was very much too big for you as you tried to have it tucked into the front of your gray work slacks and sleeves rolled up. That was Fezco sweater.
Later that day Ash stormed into the store to find Fez sitting on the counter talking on the phone.
“Tell me how your bitch ass has been messin’ with miss (y/l/n)?” Ash yelled throwing his book bag at his bother.
“Hey ma, ‘ll call you back later.” Fez said before hanging up and looking at the his fuming brother.
“What you talkin bout?” Fez asked trying to give away too much.
“You fuckin miss (y/l/n)?” ash asked one more time fully knowing it was true.
“Yeah kinda” He said honestly. He never lied to Ash and it wasn’t that he was trying keep this from him. He just wanted to know this was more serious before telling him.
“What you mean kinda? It’s yes or no!” Ash said getting angrier but he didn’t even know why this was bothering him.
“It ain’t just fuckin, I like her” Fez said feeling his cheeks heat up and the thought of you. He didn’t think he’d ever fall for someone so hard and so fast.
“Yo better not fuck it up or make it weird, she’s the only teacher I like.” Ash said giving Fez a glare which only made him chuckle. It all started to make sense to him now.
“I ain’t tell you till I knew it was somthin” Fezco said knowing Ash was more mad about him not telling him about this instead of the actual idea of him with his teacher.
“whatever” Ash said making his way to grab a snack. Fez just laughed and finally feeling revealed that theres no secrets. He just wanted to know where you stand on all this now. It wasn’t like you’ve had the relationship talk yet. Fez didn’t even know how to bring it up with you. Nor did he want to mess anything up with you.
“Ah yo, get your shit and get to school.” Fezco mumbled as he glared at Ashtray who was still slumped on the couch with his hood over his face and arms crossed over his chest.
“I ain’t got to go.” Ash mumbled but he knew better then to start something this early in the morning with his older brother.
“Ya ain’t gonna be some drop out like me.” Fez so before throwing the kids backpack at him. Ash grumbled a few curses under his breath before making his way out the door. He didn’t get why he had to go to school, it wasn’t like he was going to go to college.
You smiled as you finished writing the warm up problems on the black board. The kids started filling up the class with a groan. Math isn’t everyone favorite but you tried to make is as less painful as possible.
You where a new young teacher this school year and didn’t feel like many other senior teachers where on your side about progressive learning. You did you best to help your students but push them as well.
“Good morning class.” You said smiling leaning against your desk that was in the front of the class room.
“Midterms are graded, i will pass them out and the end of the period.” You said making a few other student groan. You gave the students option of working in groups or alone for the rest of the period going over the new material that will be covered.
Just when the bell rang the student quickly made their way out the classroom. Your eyes darted to a certain student.
“Ash can you hang back for a minute?” You asked before he could make his escape.
“I ain’t do it.” Ash said not knowing what the school was tying to blame him for now.
“I want to have a parent teacher conference, it’s about your midterm” You said giving him a paper to give to his parent.
“I ain’t got a parent.” Ash said giving you a glare. It usually worked, teachers mostly left him alone. But you seemed to be up his ass about school.
“Tomorrow after last period.” You said with a stern voice. Ash just groaned leaving the classroom.
As soon as he got back home he noticed Fez still at the table sorting. Fez easily could tell something was up with his younger brother. No sly remarks.
“What?” Fez asked not evening looking up. He knew something was on his mind, he basically raised this kid.
“Here” Ash mumbled shoving a paper to Fez.
“The fuck you do now?” Fez asking looking over the note request for a parent teacher conference.
And thats hows Fez found himself in the middle school sitting at student desk next to Ash. It’s been years since he’s been in side a school, you couldn’t stop shaking his leg.
“Sorry bus duty the worst.” You mumbled panicked as you rushed back into your classroom to fin dAsh sitting at a desk with a man around you age. You weren’t sure what to expect but he wasn’t it, but it was a pleasant surprise.
“I’m Miss (y/l/n), Ash’s math teacher” You said smiling extending your hand out. Fez seemed to be almost frozen when he noticed you walk in. Your hair was pinned away from you face, a few strands hanging form the long day. Your smile made his inside turn and the shine in your eyes he’s never see before. It was probably brighter then the sun. That and your outfit wasn’t helping him at all. Even with the khaki slacks, black turtle neck and loafers he could see ever curve of you body without you even trying.
Fez felt like he was getting punked. No way in hell could you be a teacher, he was probably older then you. Fez’s thoughts got interrupted as he felt Ash shove a hard elbow into his side snapping him out of any fantasy he was in.
“O shit- I’m Fezco” He said quickly as he stood up taking you hand in his.
“He’s my legal guardian.” Ash mumbled rolling his eyes at his dumb older brother. He just wanted to get this stupid conference over with.
“i just wanted to talk about Ash’s grades. I know he’s been out of school but he doesn’t turn in any homework or classwork. But heres his midterm.” You said handing over the test to Fez.
He looked down at the almost perfect score of the math midterm. Fez also was decent at math when he was still in school.
“I ain’t cheat.” Ash said thinking he knew where this was going.
“I know. Im just worried that without doing the other work you’ll fail this class. And i know you know understand the material. I just don’t understand why your not turning in your work?” You asked looking at them.
“I’ll make sure he does his homework.” Fez said looking back in your eyes. He was expecting the worse thinking Ash got suspended again or worse, kicked out.
“He’s too smart to be held back or get stuck in summer school.” You said before grabbing a packet you made from your desk.
“This is the missed homework form this year. He if at least gets this done it’ll bump him up to a high C” You said handing Ash the packet.
“He’ll get is done” Fez said before standing up and nodding towards Ash who followed in suite.
“It was nice meetin ya.” Fez said giving you a smile and you nodded smiling back at him.
“You too, And Ash i’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” You said giving them big smiles as you watched them leave out the door.
“Why you ain’t tell me yo teacher ‘s hot” Fez asked bumping his younger brother as they walked down the hall together.
“Why does it matter?” Ash said giving Fez a glare.
“When I think of math teacher, I ain’t think of her” Fez said as images of you still lingered in his thoughts. He was far to busy to ever spare a second thought on any girl. Sure there have been hooks up but no one he ever grew attached to. No one ever hunted his thoughts like you did. And he had no idea why.
summary: When Nate gives you a hard time, Fez steps in and protects his girl.
tw: Nate Jacobs
pairing: Fezco x reader
“Thanks again, Y/N.”
“Bye Samantha. See you next week!”
You step outside and close the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, taking in the fresh air. You’ve finally gotten off work for the night. You babysit for a rich family that Maddy used to work for. She put in a good word for you after she quit. It’s a pretty sweet gig and the parents pay well. You don’t make much compared to Fez, but you help out with the bills.
You take your phone out of your bag and glance down at the screen. Fez texted you a few minutes ago, you had missed it because you were talking to Samantha. You quickly read the message:
on my way
You smile to yourself. Fez offered to pick you up because it’s late at night and he didn’t want you to have to walk home alone in the dark.
You start walking down the driveway so you can wait for Fez by the street. Suddenly a black truck pulls up and parks at the bottom of the driveway. You scrunch your nose, confused. That definitely isn’t Fez.
The car door flings open and a familiar face gets out. Your eyes widen.
“Nate?! What are you doing here?”
Nate slams the car door and approaches you. He looks drunk. When Nate gets close enough, you can smell it on him too. He reeks of alcohol.
“Where the fuck is Maddy?”
You sigh, shaking your head.
“She’s not here. Maddy doesn’t babysit for this family anymore. She quit a few months ago. I work for them now,” you explain.
Nate’s face drops.
“Fuck,” Nate curses to himself.
“Nate, you’ve been drinking. You should just go home and sleep it off,” you quietly suggest.
You try to move around Nate so you can walk down to the street but he swiftly jumps in front of you, blocking you from leaving. You roll your eyes, tired of Nate’s bullshit.
“You’re drunk. Go home, Nate,” you repeat through gritted teeth.
Nate eyes the phone in your hand.
“Give me your phone,” he orders.
“No way,” you scoff.
“Maddy blocked my number and I really need to talk to her,” Nate tells you.
“Yeah well that sounds like a ‘you’ problem. Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked her best friend, then she wouldn’t have blocked you,” you shrug impatiently.
You see a pair of headlights down the driveway on the street. You really hope it’s Fez. You once again attempt to walk around Nate, but this time he grabs your arm.
“Let go of me!”
He aggressively pulls you toward him.
“Give me your fuckin’ phone, Y/N.”
Nate reaches for the phone clutched in your hand.
“No! Stop!” you scream.
You struggle in Nate’s grasp, fighting to protect the phone and yourself.
“Yo! What the fuck, man?”
Fez suddenly gets in between you and Nate, forcing him to let go of you.
“Don’t put hands on her like that. The fuck is the matter with you?” Fez shoves Nate away.
A drunken Nate falls to the ground but seems unaffected. He just laughs maniacally and shakes his head as he picks himself back up. Nate approaches you again and Fez stands firmly in front of you, blocking Nate’s way.
“So you’re the big strong protector? Little princess needs a protector?” Nate snickers.
Fez squeezes his hand into a fist. He’s about to go off on Nate when-
“Is everything alright down there?” you hear a familiar voice call out in the distance.
You look up the driveway and see Samantha standing at the top. You gasp. Fuck. You didn’t want your boss seeing this. Fez unclenches his fist and Nate takes a step back.
“Hey Samantha! Yeah, sorry, everything is fine. We were just leaving!”
You lightly tug the back of Fez’s shirt. He turns his head to look at you.
“Fez, we should go…” you breathe.
Your boyfriend sighs and lightly nods his head. He then looks at Nate again, coldly staring him down.
“Leave Y/N alone.”
“Is that a threat?” Nate smirks.
Fez takes a deep breath. He wants so badly to beat the shit out of Nate for messing with you, but he can’t. Fez bites the inside of his cheek to control his anger.
“Listen, bruh. You keep fuckin’ with her, and I’mma kill you,” Fez warns in a low, serious voice.
Without another word, Fez takes your hand and you both walk away. As soon as you and Fez get into the car, he speeds off.
“You okay? He didn’t like hurt you or nuthin’?” Fez asks with concern.
Your boyfriend keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other is on your thigh.
“I’m alright,” you quietly answer.
You rest your hand on top of his. It’s silent for a moment, and then-
“Thanks for helping me out back there. Nate is such a jerk. He was only harassing me because he wasn’t able to harass Maddy.”
Fez nods. He intertwines his fingers with yours.
“Course, baby. I’m not gonna let that asshole mess with you. You my girl.”
summary: While Fez and Ash deal with some shady customers at the store, you hide up on the roof and stargaze.
pairing: Fezco x reader
It’s a quiet night at the convenience store. Fez stands by one of the entrances and you’re sitting on the counter next to the cash register. A few customers have come through, but most of them were just there to see Ash in the backroom.
Fez feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He takes it out and reads a text, raising his eyebrows.
“Yo Ash! Mac just texted. They about to roll up in here,” Fez announces to his brother, then turns his attention toward you, “Baby, you gotta step out for a minute. These dudes kinda thug.”
“Yeah, okay,” you nod, understanding.
Most of the time Fez didn’t mind if you were around for a deal. You never really interacted unless it was Rue or another one of your friends from school. But this is different. Some of Fez’s customers are bad dudes and he doesn’t want you near any of that shit.
You get off the counter and quickly grab your stuff.
“I think I’ll just sit up on the roof until the coast is clear,” you tell Fez, and then, “Could I have like a joint or a blunt or something? Smoking would help pass the time.”
Your boyfriend nods. He takes the blunt resting behind his ear and gives it to you.
“Thanks baby,” you smile, taking his hand.
“You know I always got you, shawty,” he nods and squeezes your hand back.
You stare into each other’s eyes, having a little moment, when a SUV suddenly pulls up to the store’s entrance. Two men get out of the car. Fez’s body tenses and he backs away from you. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. The look on his face is telling you to leave now.
“See you later,” you whisper to Fez before walking away. You go out the other side to avoid passing the customers.
“Hey baby. Where you goin’?” one of the guys calls out to you.
“You don’t gotta go,” the other guy snickers.
You just keep your head down and continue walking. You feel a little uncomfortable but you know that Fez has your back. He won’t let anything happen to you.
“Your girl’s fine as hell. The fuck she doin’ with you?”
“Don’t worry about what she’s doing, man. Worry about yourself,” Fez shrugs coolly.
Then he opens the fridge door to the backroom. He just wants to get these guys out of here as fast as possible.
“C’mon, man. Ash is in the back.”
The two men step through and Fez follows. A few minutes later, Fez leads the guys out. They get back into their SUV and take off.
Fez walks outside as they leave and watches them drive away. He feels his body relax as the car becomes more distant. As soon as the SUV is no longer in view, Fez goes to check on you.
Fez gets on top of the ice machine and then climbs up on the roof. He finds you lying down comfortably, smoking and stargazing. You have your AirPods in and don’t hear Fez approach. He lays down beside you to get your attention.
“Hey Fezzy. Did those creepy guys leave?” you ask, exhaling some smoke.
“Yeah. They gone now,” he reassures you.
You take another puff from the blunt before passing it to your boyfriend.
“What you listening to?”
You hand one of your AirPods over to Fez. He puts it in his ear and he starts hearing a dreamy pop track. Fez smirks to himself. He’s always loved your taste in music.
Fez takes a hit and gives the blunt back to you.
"Do you know what that constellation is?” Fez points up to the starry sky.
“No, what is it?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I was asking you,” Fez chuckles.
You laugh, turning your head towards Fez. You’re looking at your boyfriend with heart eyes. You love Fezco so much. You snuggle up closer to him and he wraps his arm around you.
You and Fez finish smoking the blunt together as you enjoy the beautiful starry night.
summary: Fez surprises you with a bouquet of roses.
pairing: Fezco x reader
You’ve just completed all your homework. As you put your textbooks away in your backpack, Fez walks past you on his way to the kitchen.
“Hey baby. You almost done studying?”
“Yep!” you nod, “I just need to do one last thing…”
You grab a pen and pull a piece of paper out of one of your folders. Fez grabs a drink from the refrigerator. After closing the fridge door, he turns around and sees you carefully signing something.
“What’s that?” your boyfriend asks, approaching you at the table.
“I got my report card today and a parent needs to sign it, so I’m forging my mom’s signature,” you explain.
Fez raises his eyebrows, “For real?”
You’re a good student. Faking signatures and lying to teachers are not things that you normally do.
“Yeah, I have to get this back to school tomorrow. My mom is working late tonight and I don’t wanna see my stepdad because I hate him… I think it would just be easier if I signed it myself,” you sigh.
Fez nods, understanding. He knows that you’ve had a difficult home life with your mom and stepdad. It came to a point where it was no longer safe for you to be there. That’s why you live with Fez now.
You finish signing the report card. Fez glances down at it and smiles brightly.
“Damn, shawty! You got straight A’s.”
You blush, unsure what to say. You put the report card back in the folder and pack it in your bag. Then you stand up from the table.
“Baby, come here.”
Your boyfriend immediately pulls you into a hug.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, ma. My girl is a straight up genius,” Fez hypes you up.
“I, uh, I don’t know about that….” you mumble.
Fez pulls away from the hug so he can look you in the eye. He keeps you close.
“Why you always doubting yourself and shit? You got straight A’s. That’s a big fuckin’ deal,” Fez tells you.
“You really think so?” your eyes widen.
“Yeah, I do,” Fez nods, “Baby, we gotta celebrate. Anything you want.”
You scrunch your nose. Fezco is being so sweet and supportive right now. It’s so fucking cute.
“We don’t need to do anything big. Maybe we can order takeout from that Chinese restaurant we like?” you suggest.
“Word. Is that the Chinese place next to the flower shop?”
“Yeah that’s the one! It’s right between the flower store and the pharmacy,” you reply.
“Order everything you want. I’ll go pick it up,” Fez insists.
You smile, “Okay. I’ll get enough food for us and Ash.”
Fez leaves to get the takeout about twenty minutes after you make the order. While he’s gone, you and Ash scroll through the TV channels before landing on The Lost Boys. Unfortunately, it’s near the end of the movie.
“You know we have this on DVD,” Ash points out, “We can put it on and start from the beginning.”
“Oh yeah! Let’s do that when Fez gets back with the food,” you nod.
Just then, you hear the front door open. Fez is home. He walks into the living room carrying bags of takeout in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other. Your face lights up when you see him.
“Are those for me?” you ask shyly.
“‘Course they for you, shawty,” Fez answers. He went to the flower shop before picking up the takeout.
Fez puts food down on the table and holds out the bouquet to you.
“Congrats on the report card, ma,” your boyfriend says softly.
Your heart melts. You take the flowers and look at them in awe.
“Thanks so much, baby! I love them… and I love you.”
a/n: a very short little fluff. i wrote this kinda quick…
summary: Fez finds you asleep on the couch.
pairing: Fezco x reader
Fez returns home with a heavy head. He’s tired and frustrated. Fez and Ash just met with their supplier Laurie. She gave them a large suitcase that has a lot more product than Fez feels comfortable with. He’d prefer to keep his business lowkey but when he tried pushing back Laurie told him that he needed to start pulling his weight. The entire conversation reminded Fez of a talk he had with Mouse not too long ago. Different supplier, same old bullshit.
Fez trudges through Ash’s room and down the hall. He’s only home for a quick second to pick up the keys for the convenience store security grille. Fez had forgotten them earlier when he and Ash left for the meeting with Laurie. Ash is waiting for him in the car. After Fez gets the keys, they need to go to the store so they can unpack the suitcase there. Fez and Ash haven’t kept anything at the house since the police raided and they were forced to flush all their product down the toilet.
Fez hears the TV playing faintly in the background. The sound of the TV gets louder and louder as he moves through the house. When Fez walks into the living room, he finds you peacefully napping on the couch. You had fallen asleep while watching a movie.
Your boyfriend’s face instantly lights up when he sees you. You look so cute and cozy. Fez wishes he was on the couch with you. Then you’d be sleeping like that in his arms.
You seem so comfortable right now, Fez doesn’t want to disturb you. He quietly grabs the keys from the coffee table and turns off the TV.
As Fez turns to leave, he notices you starting to shiver in your sleep. He gets a throw blanket from the loveseat and delicately covers you with it, careful not to wake you.
“Mhmm…Fezzy…” you mumble.
Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows. Did he accidentally wake you up or are you dreaming of him?
“Baby?”
No response. You’re still asleep. Fez smirks to himself. Oh yeah, you’re totally dreaming about him…
Fez leans down and brushes some stray hair away from your face.
“Be back later, ma,” he says softly, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
After that, Fez walks away. While heading toward the door, he still has a little smile on his face. Seeing you cheered him up a bit. Now he’s more motivated than ever to finish his work shit as quickly as possible so he can come back home to you.
summary: When someone makes you nervous, Fezco reads your body language and helps you out of a bad situation.
word count: ~1k
tw: mentions alcoholism and domestic violence
pairing: Fezco x reader
It’s date night. You and Fez are out to eat at a restaurant. You’re enjoying the meal and trying to decide what to do after dinner.
“The movie looks good but I heard it’s like three hours. Why are films so long now?” you complain.
“Word. I liked it when movies were like an hour and a half,” Fez nods.
“I know, right?” you chuckle.
You suddenly freeze when you notice a familiar face across the restaurant. Your estranged stepfather just sat down at the bar. It’s been a while since you’ve last spoken to him. Seeing him again makes you extremely nervous. You can feel your entire body tense up.
You’ve never had a good relationship with your stepdad. He’s an alcoholic and gets violent when he drinks too much. He never hurt your mom, just you. He’d only hit you when your mom wasn’t home and she worked late a lot… Your mom was kind of apathetic about the whole situation. She didn’t really believe it because she didn’t see it with her own eyes. Things got so bad that you basically left home and moved in with Fez. It was safer that way.
You put your fork down, now too distressed to eat. You don’t say anything but you don’t have to. Fezco can read your body language. He immediately knows something is up. Your demeanor has changed. You look uncomfortable and scared.
Fez keeps an eye on you. He watches you anxiously peek toward the bar, then protectively cross your arms against your chest and slump down in your seat. You’re trying to hide yourself. Fez glances over and sees a middle-aged man sitting alone at the bar. He has no idea who the guy is or why you’re spooked but just the fact that you’re nervous puts him on alert.
“Baby, you okay?” Fez asks, even though he already knows the answer.
“Fezco… I… I think we should leave,” you stutter.
Fez gives you a concerned look, then eyes the man at the bar again.
“Who’s that guy you’re afraid of?”
You’re quiet for a beat. And then-
“He’s, uh, he’s my stepdad…”
Fez raises his eyebrows.
“That’s him?!”
You don’t really like talking about your stepfather, but Fez knows well enough. The guy is bad news. Fez likes that you’re living with him because it keeps you away from that asshole.
Fezco glares at your stepdad, as his hand reflexively balls up into a fist.
“We need to go now! If he sees me, he might try to start something,” you warn Fez.
Fez doesn’t respond. He’s quietly staring down your stepdad, who is too focused on his drink to even notice.
“I don’t want to talk to him and I don’t want a fight. I wanna go home. Fezco, please just take me home,” you plead with your boyfriend.
Fez looks away from your stepdad and back towards you. He sees tears forming in your eyes. You’re upset. You know what your stepfather is capable of and desperate to avoid a confrontation.
Fez shrugs. As much as he wants to beat the shit out of your stepdad, his main priority is you and you want to go home. Your boyfriend needs to get you out of here fast. He spots the waitress walking by and nods to her.
“Yo! We all done. Can we get the check?”
“Sure thing!” the waitress responds.
The waitress dashes off.
“Thank you,” you quietly mouth to Fez. He gives you a reassuring nod.
You nervously glance over at the bar and catch your stepfather’s eye. Fuck! Panicked, you quickly look away.
“Can you give me your keys? I wanna go wait in the car,” you anxiously tell Fez.
Fez is silent for a moment. Then, from the corner of his eye, he notices your stepdad is now looking in your direction. The man definitely sees you…
Fez takes a deep breath. He knows in his gut that if you leave right now then your stepdad will follow you out. And if your stepdad does try anything, it would be better if Fez was with you. He doesn’t want you to go outside alone.
“Baby, I promise you I’mma gonna get you home safe, but you gotta stay with me right now.”
You let out a defeated sigh, then look over towards the bar once again. Your stepfather’s eyes are still on you. He stands up.
“Shit,” you curse to yourself.
You’re internally freaking out when the waitress suddenly returns and drops off the check. Fez barely glances at it before throwing some bills down on the table. He rises to his feet while you hastily grab your purse. You get up from the table and Fez puts the hand on the small of your back, quietly signaling that he’s got you.
As Fez leads you out of the restaurant, he looks back and makes eye contact with your stepfather. He gives the man a cold, warning look with dagger eyes. Then Fez subtly shakes his head. Nah, man.Don’t even fucking think about it. If your stepfather tries to go after or hurt you again, Fez will kill him.
Your stepdad shrugs Fez off and sits back down on the barstool. He orders another drink.
You and Fez leave the restaurant. Once you’re outside, you look over your shoulder to make sure your stepfather isn’t following behind. Fez moves his hand away from your lower back and takes your hand.
“Don’t worry, ma. He not gonna follow,” Fez reassures you.
You lightly nod and then squeeze your boyfriend’s hand. You keep close to him while you walk to the car.
“I’m sorry I made you cut out of dinner early,” you shyly apologize.
“It’s aiight. I ain’t even mad though,” Fez tries.
You and Fez make it back to the car. While driving out of the parking lot, you spot your stepfather exiting the restaurant. You look down at your lap to avoid any more eye contact with him. Fez can tell that you’re still nervous. He rests his hand gently on your thigh. You’re going to be okay. Fez is taking you home.
Being related to Nate Jacobs, Florence was always in his shadow. He was the favourite child while she was the forgotten one. Her relationship with Nate wasn’t always difficult. They actually liked each at one point but then it changed overnight. Words weren’t spoken and glares were thrown. Florence hated her home life. She would be anywhere but there which is how she met Elliot. The friendship was unexpected but a welcomed one. He brought light in her shitty dark life.
“You’re going to embarrass yourself. Lexi was born for this, you’ll never be half as talented as she is.”
Those were the nagging thoughts that lingered in the back of Cassie’s mind as she stared at the keyboard with little to no motivation to carry on playing.
Piano wasn’t the only thing Lexi was excelling at. She was a bright student, got amazing grades in every class, she had a stable group of friends and was admired by everyone around her. The brunette was everything Cassie wished to be.
And this piano, which had once brought her so much joy, was now a source of frustration and anguish.
Sucking in a breath, Cassie tried to push those thoughts aside and concentrate again. She had to be ready for this talent show. She had to prove everyone that she was in fact equally as talented and worthy as her sister.
And so her fingers rose again to hover over the black and white keys, her foot readying itself at the pedal simultaneously.
Her fingers began to move gracefully over the keyboard while she followed the music sheet that was pinned in front of her. Cassie started slow, her fingers lazily hitting each key, letting them get accustomed to the movement. She cringed as she hit a wrong note but continued on regardless, her brows furrowing in concentration.
But the pace quickly became too fast, hard to keep up with. Cassie didn’t have the hang of it yet. Her fingers fumbled, which caused her to play a combination of the wrong keys.
She stopped to rub her sweaty hands on her jeans. She was growing more and more frustrated by the second, her heartbeat speeding up, throat tightening.
After taking a moment to gather her emotions, Cassie placed her hands on the keyboard again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before starting over from the beginning, the opening notes of Mozart’s Sonata Number Sixteen filling the room once more.
She was doing just fine, until came another wrong note. And that was all it took for her to break, her eyes suddenly filling with tears and blurring her vision.
“Fuck!” she yelled, slamming her hands down on the piano keys and weeping.
You’ll never be ready. They’ll laugh at you.
She wanted to give up. Close the lid and phone the school to let them know she wouldn’t be able to perform. She’d call in sick, or say there’s a family emergency. But she didn’t want to do this anymore. The phone was so close, she just had to reach out and grab it and then all her problems would be solved. She stared at it.
Just then, her attention was caught by the sound of the door opening, your voice breaking the silence.
“Hi Cass.” you said, peeking cautiously into the room. Cassie turned around to face you, her eyes puffy. You gave her a sympathetic smile as she repeated the simple greeting, wiping her cheeks and forcing a smile.
“I heard a scream. What’s wrong?” you cooed, stepping closer to your visibly upset girlfriend. You cupped her shoulders with your hands and began to rub your thumbs along the area between her shoulder blades. Cassie dropped her head a little, enjoying the massage.
“I’ll never be ready for the talent show.” she sniffled. “I keep messing up at the same bit. I can’t do anything right.”
“You’re still learning, Cassie. There’s nothing wrong with messing up.” you leaned forward to peck her cheek.
“But Lexi has already mastered her part, I need to—”
“Stop comparing yourself to your sister. The only reason Lexi has already mastered her part is because she’s had an extra week to practice. That doesn’t mean anything, and it doesn’t make you any less talented.” you continued to massage her shoulders. “Come on. Play something for me.” you seated yourself next to her and placed a comforting hand on her lower back, rubbing it with your thumb.
“I- I don't—”
“Please?” you pouted, giving her your best puppy eyes.
Cassie wiped her cheeks with her sleeves and eventually nodded, her shaky hands moving to the keys once more. She began to play the first notes, which you immediately recognized as Mozart.
“No.” you interrupted, placing a hand over hers. “Not this. Play something different. Something that you love.” Cassie thought for a moment before deciding on a song.
“Okay.” she whispered to herself, nodding.
Once more she began to play, her shoulders and back shifting as her fingers pressed each key, missing no note this time. She looked much more at ease already. She quickly began to relax and closed her eyes, letting her fingers do the work while you leaned your head on her shoulder, smiling fondly as you watched.
After a couple minutes the melody came to an end and Cassie slowly shut the lid of the piano, a sweet smile on her lips.
“You make playing this thing seem so easy,” you told her, hooking a finger under her chin and leaning in to kiss her. Cassie giggled, shying away from you.
“See?” you said. “All you needed was a break from Mozart.” you whispered, kissing her lips once more. Then your expression turned serious. “You’re more than ready for this talent show, Cassie. You’re going to own the stage and impress everyone in that room like you always do.”
: title is self-explanatory but in this one Elliot already knows the others. Takes place on NYE
: 1.9k
/: Going to write more tomorrow, I’ve felt like shit all day, hoping it ain’t Miss Corona
:TW for suicide attempt.
Music blared through the whole house as people were crowded in it. But it hurt her head, and not only that, she needed drugs, or, she needed more. She needed more and maybe, just maybe, it would affect her more and leave her living past midnight, then she could leave. Leaving the world behind and this time she wanted it to be forever, she didn’t want it to be another failed try.
She never told anyone about her struggles, everyone around her had their own and it was just not necessary in her mind. She didn’t even tell any of them about the attempts erlier in the year, they were failed and she was somehow ashamed of it. But now, she wanted to live past midnight and enjoy what in her mind was to be her last night on earth.
“I need to go somewhere,” y/n excused herself from Lexi and Jules, standing up quickly and walking inside the house. Both her friends look at her weirdly before going back to their conversation.
y/n pushed her way past people who were going outside or for the living room to dance. The party was filled with people and it made her wanna be invisible as some people she knew wanted to start up conversation.
She walked down the narrow hallway in the house, feeling all the doors to see which room were empty so she could do some more drugs. Feeling the door at the end of the hallway to her right, it was locked, so she went with the one right in front of her.
Opening the door, with a sigh, y/n was taken aback by the figure inside. Leaning over the washing machine, it made her jump slightly and same with the person inside.
“Oh, shit, sorry.” y/n apologized quickly as she closed the door. But then she thought about it. Bleached blond hair, face tats, dressed in all black and seeming to snort something? Elliot.
Opening the door once more, she had pulled a face at the boy inside. Elliot breathed in sharply through his nose, trying to make the uncomfortable feeling of snorting dissappear while leaning against the washing machine and looked at y/n, giving her a questioning look.
“What were you snorting, Elliot?” She narrowed her eyes at him and he looked around.
“I wasn’t snorting anything.” Elliot lied as he had tried ro hide the drugs from y/n, knowing damn well she would wanna try them.
“Yeah you were,”
“No, I was just,” He let out a air a little air almost like a sigh. “I was fixing this washing machine, actually.”
Elliot swallowed hard, looking over at y/n and he knew she wasn’t convinced. I mean, who would be by that excuse, especially when you know the person who said it. It was just a idiot excuse.
“If you tell me what new drug you’re doing, Elly, I’ll tell you what new drug I’m doing lately.”
“All right, deal,” Elliot motioned for y/n to come inside and she was quick, slamming shut the door and locking it so no one came in while they were doing drugs.
y/n pulled out a small plastic bag from her shoe, it held a few pills in it. Elliot pulled out his little plastic bag from his front pocket, both of them took out two pills. Crushing them up, making sure there were no big pieces but as fine of a powder they could get it.
Elliot watched as y/n used her credit card to make two lines of whatever drug she had. He could see her eyes drooping slightly, she was more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. She made sure to split the powder evenly and making them fine.
“Are you sure you should do this?” Elliot questioned, watching as y/n rolled up a dollar bill for herself to use. y/n seemd slow in reaction as she looked at him about ten seconds after he asked the question.
“Uh yeah, I’m fine,” She told, moving some hair out of her face before leaning down and snorting the drug Elliot was doing. Elliot did the same and took his first line.
They didn’t wait long before doing their second one. Feeling the powder make its way up her nose, leaving a burning sensation up her nostril. y/n keept her eyes closed, letting the drug set in into her system. Elliot let out a groan at the burning feeling before sitting down on the floor. He noticed how y/n leaned onto the washer, leaning her head back a sigh of relief leaving her lips.
“Oh, shit.” She let out while stumbling backwards a little, loosing her footing. Holding onto the wall for support as Elliot sat down and leaned against the washer.
“You okey?” His brows scrunched up as he watched the girl let go if the wall and then stumble back into the wall only to slid down it and sit on the floor.
“Fuck, no, no, no” y/n related as her head hung while she sat on the floor, unable to understand how ut kicked in so suddenly.
“y/n, for real, what’s going on?” Elliot asked, looking at how she hung her head and continued to mumble thing taht he was unable to hear.
“I think I’m gonna need you to check my pulse,” Her voice low, heart seeming to not beat tge normal amount it should in her chest as she truly tried ro feel it.
“Are you- Are you for real?” He didn’t get an answer but was quick to pull out his phone and go into timer.
Elliot place two fingers against y/n’s neck, right under her jaw and trying to find the carotid artery in her neck, it took a while but once he found the beating in her neck he started the timer. y/n half leaned her head on his arm as she hung her head at the drowsy feeling grown over her, eyes closed.
Elliot focused as he made sure to counted the her pulse, making sure that ut was correct and he was being precise. He had to admit, this scared him, whatever had made her like this made him scared for her life.
Checking his phone and seeing it had gone a minute, Elliots eyes widened slightly at her pulse. Pulling his hand away.
“56,” His brows furrowed while looking over at y/n from his phone.
“Fuck, it to early,” y/n mumbled and Elliot leaned closer to hear what she was mumbling. “I think I might be going into cardiac arrest,”
“Are you fucking serious?” He tried to find her eyes as she leaned back against the wall, but never once did she look at him. “I should call a ambulance,”
“No, no. I’ll be fine..” y/n told as she let out a breath of air.
“y/n,” Elliot said in a warning tone, he knew that she had helped Rue with a similar problem and since carried whatever needed to help her friends in those situations. It just never was for herself, but that was something the boy didn’t know.
Her eyes was open lazily, looking down at her shoe before letting out another deep breath. Elliot looked down at her shoe and quickly leaned over, taking out all the different types of small plastic bags she had with pills. The plastic bags were marked with letters for each drug.
“Which one is it?!” Elliot asked hurriedly, fiddling with the small bags. y/n lazily sighed and grabbed one from his hand, it had an A on it.
“This..” Her voice was weak, y/n were ready to brace herself for the darkness to come but she knew Elliot wouldn’t let that happen.
“Didn’t we do the same amount of drugs?” He asked her, quickly grabbed the bag if pills, adderall, crushing them up on his phone as well as he could.
“No.”
Elliot swiftly held up the powder to y/n, her head still hanging as she was slowly feeling tiredness take over her, her heart beating less. She breathed in the powder as well as she could, it stinged in her nose, eyes watering like they always did when snorting something.
His eyes watched her with an expectant look waiting for something to change in her, his hands coming up to hold her face gently, a sigh leaving her lips suddenly.
“It’s there.. and beating more,” The words made relief flood over Elliot as closed his eyes.
“Jesus fucking christ,” He let out a breath, still holding the girls face as suddenly there was realization dawning on her.
She had failed, once more, she had yet another failed attempt of leaving the world behind and somehow this made her even more anxious. Now Elliot would wanna know why she took more drugs that night when she usally held herself to a decent amount when around other people.
A single teardrop fell from her eye, something going unnoticed by herself but Elliot felt the tear fall on his hand and looked up. The light in the room lighting up and making the trail of her tear shine on her skin. He brushed his finger right under her eye, brushing away the wetness of her tear.
“What’s wrong? His eyes scanned her face, looking into her eyes to see if more tears were about to fall.
"It’s was.. it was supposed to happen later,” Her voice held disappointment in herself as scrunched her face in sadness, lower lip slightly trembling.
“Supposed to happen later? What are you talking about?” His voice held worry.
“If you weren’t here, I would’ve died,”
“Yes I know-”
“I wish you weren’t here,” After she said those words, more tears fell down her cheeks, cocking back a sob as Elliot let his hands fall. Staring at her with a shocked expression.
She wanted to leave the world behind and if he wasn’t there, she would let the world take her and he hadn’t noticed it. Elliot hadn’t noticed how his friend, the girl he loved wanted to leave the world forever.
“y/n- I’m-” But he couldn’t find the words and watched as y/n sat back, trying to stop her tears.
As it seemd they didn’t wanna stop, Elliot hesitated for a second before he slowly moved forward towards the girl. He grabbed her arm gently, her tear filled eyes met with his deep brown, sorrow filled one’s. Moving towards her even more, Elliot gently pulled y/n towards him, wrapping her up in his arms.
y/n let her fall to his chest and feel his arms wrap around her, one hand coming up to lay on her cheek as she pressed on to his chest, listening to his heart. His other hand gently rubbed up her back.
So they sat there, y/n between Elliots legs as he calmed her down, whispering comforting words to her. Placing gentle kisses on the crown of her head and then laying his head ontop of hers.
They sat there even as midnight struck, people around the house cheering loudly. Even Elliot’s phone had blown up with messages from Jules and Rue asking him where he and y/n was. But he simply turned it off, going back to cradle the girl.
“You’re gonna get through another year, and I’ll be here,” He whispered as fireworks were fired outside.
She only listened to his heart, closing her eyes to the sound and finding comfort in it.
Okey so I need to rant a bit about s2 ep4, or atleast the whole Elliot, Rue and Jules situation.
Why is Jules being scared for Rue falling for Elliot and why did she get mad at her for it when Rue shows no sign of romantic interest in E?
Then Jules ask Elliot if he has a crush on Rue and admits it, BUT he also admits that Jules is “Fuckable”? Like okey Mr Elliot.
Third, Jules and Elliot kiss and shit the whole ep 4 behind Rues back. I’m not saying Rue is tye best but how the fuck can E have a crush on her and then have her gf cheat with him???
Oh and then Jules dares Rue to kiss Elliot for 10s just so she won’t feel as guilty about it.
And lastly, I do not feel bad for Jules when Rue said “Cause I can’t fucking stand you.” I literally couldn’t either soo yeah.
In conclusion, I’m not very fond of E and Jules right now in the show cuz both of them are douchebags.
request by @idunnocih: Hiii ! Could I please request an elliot x reader with the scene were Jules and Elliot are talking abt rue excpet there talking abt the reader ? Like the scene where Jules is sitting in the window sill ? All good if no lol :) also your Elliot fic was soooo good !!!
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: Jules suspicions of Elliot having a crush on y/n grew after seeing something, so she decides to ask him straight up.
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Jules sat in the windowsill by Elliot’s bed, she ha djust put down her phone after trying to get in contact with Rue who wasn’t answering. A deep frown on her face as she looked out the window while Elliot played a soft tune on his guitar, plucking mindlessly on the strings.
Her mind then wandered to one of the things that had been bugging her for quite a while. She thought about all those videos she’d seen in his phone off y/n, all those sweet photos and videos of just her goofing around or just being, well, y/n. It was cute, really, Elliot had so many videos of her doing something and then him laughing. A few were saved snaps that she’d already seen.
One, for example, was a video of y/n laying deep asleep with her head half resting on Elliot’s chest as he simply gave a tight-lipped smile and then thumbs up, a snap that original were for Rue.
The there just were those where y/n would sit in class and she’d do a face while turning to look at Elliot for help but knowing damn well the boy weren’t much smarter than herself.
It was all just something Jules found so strange, how he had all these pictures and in them it was as if they were a couple, but they weren’t. She immediately remembered one photo of Elliot sitting with y/n behind him, jokingly kissing his head, it was even his lockscreen. Were they in a secret relationship? No, y/n wouldn’t be able to hide that, Jules knew her all to well, and so did Rue who even interrogated y/n about her and Elliot.
“Why can’t I shake the feeling that there’s just something you’re not telling me?” Jules asked after pondering on what she’d seen a couple of days ago. Elliot stopped his playing and shrugged slightly.
“I don’t know,” And the playing continued. But Jules didn’t wanna stop the asking just yet, she needed to know.
“Like why don’t believe you right now? There is something you’re not telling me,” Jules pressed on and once more the playing stopped.
“Is it the face tats?” Elliot asked but Jules simply chuckled and shook her head.
“No, no it’s not the face tats.”
“Then what?” Elliot asked once more, he wanted to know, just not knowing that it was that one thing Jules were to ask about.
Silence followed as Jules looked down at her phone again quickly to see if Rue had answered but nothing. Staring at the screen that displayed a picture of Rue, herself and y/n all dressed up, it was a mirror picture.
“Do you have a crush on y/n?” She sounded almost energetic about knowing, however it made Elliot halter his moves and turn his head ever so slightly to look at Jules. Heart beating a bit faster at the mention of y/n.
“I do,” He looked away as if he had committed a crime by falling for y/n, but how could he not?
She was just like all three of them, she had her own personal problems to which she sloved by music, a bit of weed or some drug, staying up late and pretending that it was nothing.
It was the way she had just simply cought his eye once they first met, when Jules was first unsure of him and Rue which turned out only to be platonic. He asked her to hang out and y/n happily said yes, getting high with him and listening to his music with calm face.
Everytime he played something her eyes fell shut and she would fall down on his bed and just smile, head moving to him playing. Those nights she stayed over, deciding to diss her extremely dysfunctional family. How she’d always look so relaxed once she’d fallen asleep next to him.
Jules smile grew as she remembered all the voice messages she had in her phone of y/n rating about how Elliot somehow made her stutter, heat up, or just her ranting about how God truly must have had a good day when creating Elliot. Jules let out a snort at the voice messages and quickly Elliot had stood up. As if he though she were laughing at him.
Within seconds he had put down his guitar and pulled out a blunt to smoke, wanting the blush that probably painted his face to dissappear.
“You like y/n?” Jules asked more so she could get it confirmed once more, but Elliot just lit the blunt and dropped down on his bed, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’m not saying any more ‘cause you’re just gonna make fucking fun of me,” Elliot told her off with a sour look.
“The only person that should be made fun of is me,” Jules said with a sigh, Elliot took a drag of his blunt and just looked at her. “I thought you liked Rue but clearly you had your eyes on someone else this whole time.”
They stayed quiet for a few minutes, the only sound coming from Elliot when he took a few breaths of his blunt. Breathing out clouds of smoke. Usally it wasn’t Jules there with him but y/n, she would just simply dance around if any music were on, stealing his blunt and taking a few drags of it.
“I don’t think y/n likes me,” Elliot then blurted out and Jules brows raised with the statement.
“Why don’t you think so?”
“She seems like.. not like the kind of girl to do relationships, you know? Like she doesn’t want a relationship.”
“That’s not true,” Jules quickly spoke up.
“Really?” Elliot didn’t sound convinced however, he looked rather unsure, squinting at Jules to see if she was messing with him.
“No, that’s not true at all.” Jules immediately shut him down, shaking her head.
“You think y/n like a relationship kinda person?”
“I mean, yeah, kind of.” Jules shrugged at him, knowing that the girl wanted a relationship but with the fright of seeing everyone she loved around her have such broken relationships, it’s scared her from a young age. So she simply didn’t go into the love zone.
“Yeah, well, then you’re full of shit.” Elliot rolled his eyes, heart aching a bit as he thought about it.
“It’s true,” Jules quickly spoke. “How do you know, have you asked her about it?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Exactly. And who’s known her longer, oh, wait, that’s me.” Jules put a hand on her chest when saying me.
Elliot, however, didn’t care, he had noticed how everytime they got close to stepping over the line as friends to lovers she just backed away. If he did something that was remotely close to what a couple would do, she’d back away. He held her hand? She would act as if needing it then putting it the pockets of her pants. They hugged? She would just hug him lightly before then wanting him to let her go. Only time being close was fine was when they danced to some music, then bumping into him and all that was fine.
“I don’t know what kind of voodoo Elliot is doing but he needs to fucking stop,”
The voice were y/n’s, coming from a voice message on Jules phone as she smoked with a raised brow as Elliot sat up, clearly confused. Taking a last breath of his blunt before putting it out.
“What the fuck?” His voice low as he looked at her phone.
“No, I’m so damn serious Jule, since when do I suddenly like a someone? Since never! I’ve never liked anyone like this before, but this damn idiot just strutts into my life, and suddenly, BOOM, y/n l/n likes Elliot.”
This made Elliot just stare at Jules phone, hearing what y/n had sent to Jules really made everything stop. Was he happy? Yes, very much. Hearing her say she liked him, hearing her angelic voice say what he wanted her to say but thought he’d never hear her say made his heart beat faster. As ge just stared at the phone, Jules noticed his cheeks flush a crimson color and it made her giggle.
“No, she’s nor the relationship kinda girl, she’s never been in one, but she do want one and she really likes you.” Jules wanted for Elliot to peal his eyes from her phone so she could explain further ass he knew this would make him confused.
“But she’s always fuck acts like-” “That’s just her being scared of a relationship.” Jules cut in and now Elliot didn’t stare at the phone but looked up at her, expecting to hear more.
“You know how her family is just fucking dysfunctional?” Elliot nodded his head. “Yeah, well, her parents have never really been in love and it’s just this stupid and toxic relationship. Her brother and his fiance always had this relationship where he would always control her, and then they’d have a big argument, often it ends with her sister-in-law to be getting hurt.”
“You see where I’m coming from thick head?” Jules pocked his head and climbed down from the windowsill as she just got a text from y/n saying one thing. 'Soon there’
“I, uh, didn’t know,”
“Don’t take it personal, she let it slip to me and Rue while drunk as fuck.” Jules now stood beside his bed. “Also I think you should get ready, she’s here any-” And then the doorbell rang. “And she’s here.”
With that Jules left his room, leaving a stunned Elliot in his room as he just sat on his bed. But the soon came to realize y/n was there and quickly moved to get his guitar and start playing all while Jules opened for y/n.
The footsteps that became louder the closer they came to his room made Elliot let out a breath and preparing for the two girls to enter. Now he had to okay it cool while knowing y/n liked him? How would that work?
“Hey Elly!” y/n’s cheery voice called as she walked inside his room, holding hand with Jules who simply grinned at Elliots rather red cheeks.
“Oh shi- hey.” He stumbled over his words, smiling as she walked over and fell down on his bed. Just as she were about to say something Jules let out a 'oh’, making Elliot and y/n look at her.
“My dad wants me home,” Jules sighed, acting as if it was true. “I guess I’ll have to get going.”
“What? I just got here, why dose he want you home?” y/n asked as she knew how laid-back Jules dad actually was.
“I don’t know, the text just said 'Home now’.” The blond picked up her bag that she’d thrown onto Elliots floor just erlier and sighed. “I’ll see you two tomorrow,”
“Okey, love you,” y/n smiled slightly sad that Jules 'needed’ to go.
“Uh yeah bye,” Elliot said as Jules simply smiled, then nodding her head towards y/n who laid and stared up at the ceiling before walking out and closing his door
He plucked randomly at the strings, playing almost the same tune as erlier before then picking up on one he knew the girl laying beside him liked. She had her eyes closed and soon her lips was graced with a small smile. A deep feeling of relaxation taking over her body, sinking into Elliot’s soft bed.
“Uh, y/n?” Elliot asked hesitantly as the girl hummed at him and opend one eye. Making eye contact.
“What’s up?”
But no words left his mouth as Elliot turned his head, averting his eyes from her too, looking around at the floor in front of him. There was no right way to do this, he knew her reaction could be many diffrent kinds, but at the same time Elliot knew that y/n wouldn’t be mad about it.
“Why do you, like, always pull away whenever we get close?” It was the fist thing he could think of to ask her. y/n sat up, legs over the edge of his bed but feel not touching the ground.
“What? She almost choked at the air. "The hell ate you on about?”
Elliot were quick standing up and letting out a frustrated puff of air as he didn’t know how to go on about this. When he turned towards y/n, she just looked at him with raised brows. A stab of pain shooting through her heart as she heard her younger self tell how bad of a idea this was.
“Everytime we get close, physically, you fucking pull away from me.” The look he gave her was almost one of a half shattered heart, his eyes showing a bit of sadness.
“I just-” Her eyes gor stuck on the floor in front of her as she didn’t finish the sentence, her hands shaking a little with fear of telling him and also for how scary love was in her eyes.
“Look,” His voice softer than ever as he slowly moved to stand in front of her, he slowly kneeled down in front of her. His hand reaching for hers but it jolted away, only for Elliot to reach oit and grab it gently.
She didn’t meet his gaze, eyes looking osst him no matter how much he tried to move his head and get in her view. As if she were made of glass, about to shatter any second, Elliot carefully reached out and put a hand under her chin, gently turning so hee head and eyes were in him. As she held his gaze she wanted to shrink into herself, she failed the one thing she promised younger her.
“I know how you feel about shut like this, Jules told me,” y/n swallowed as he spoke. “But I want you to know one thing, I fucking love you, okey?”
“Wha?..”
“I love you, and don’t look at me like you don’t believe me 'cause I’ve never been more honest in my fucking life.” He reassures her, hands coming up to hold her face.
“I.. I don’t know how this is supposed to feel,” This made Elliot’s rub his thumbs along her cheekbones, just gazing at her, he felt her lean in ever so slightly to one of his hands. Funding the action enjoyable.
His eyes flickered down on her lips and then back up at her eyes. He smiled a little, one taht was sweet am gentle, saved for her only. “Just tell me how his feels,”
With that, he leaned up, pressing his lips gently on hers startling y/n slightly. She was stiff for a few seconds but her eyes them fell shut, melting into the kiss. It was soft and slowly Elliot depending it slightly, one of his hands caressing y/n jaw gently. The other on the side of her neck. It was even better than doing drugs when kissing her, Elliot knew she would always be the strongest and most powerful drug of them all for him.
When he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, y/n keept her eyes closed as Elliot looked at her. Being so up close with her making usi stomach fill with some happiness.
“Was that okey?” He softly asked her leaning in so their noses touched, foreheads also still connected. She didn’t answer but he could feel her nod against him, Elliot let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m gonna kill Jules,” y/n mumbled and Elliot smiled.
“I think what she did was worth it,” And with taht he leaned in once more, their lips meting for a second time.
/: Yeah so I just needed to write something for Elliot from euphoria because I just already like his character.
A soft tune played through the room as Elliot randomly played on different strings to create something only for the time being. He sat leaned back against the headboard of his bed, guitar in hand, a pair of arms was wrapped around his waist loosely and holding o to him.
There was nothing he would want to have more than this, there was no drug that could compare to this, and no drug that could leave him with this feeling of euphoria that seemd stronger than any drug ever left him with. And even better, he wasn’t even on any kind of drugs as of now, he hadn’t touched them in weeks.
Somehow, this girl that was his friend, close friend, was able to keep him from that. She was able to get his mind off of the drugs he’d once cherished. Elliot knew that he however couldn’t depend on her to stay sober, she didn’t even knew he was sober. He didn’t wanna put that onto her, as he’d seen the way it went for Rue and Jules.
Talking about Rue, she had even complained about the fact that Elliot hadn’t asked her to get high lately or she had just simply pointed ut out to him with questions. He wasn’t even clean to her about being sober for such long time.
It was the sudden pull by the air of arms around his waist that he snapped out from his mindless playing, her head that laid just below his ribcage seeming ti move a bit for comfort.
y/n was the kind of girl that didn’t do drugs nor alcohol, she didn’t judge however, many times before Elliot got sober, she’d been over and he would do some drug. She never said anything about it and just simply let him do what he wanted with his life, same with Rue. Though, y/n had been harsher on Rue and told her to not do drugs every five minutes, to which Rue actually listened.
Elliot put away his guitar, making sure not to move too much, not wanting to wake the girl. He leaned forward a bit to see her more clearly, her face was relaxed as she breathed steadily. His fingers gently graced her skin, causing y/n’s eye twitch a bit.
“So you are awake, huh?” Elliot said in a playful tone as he poked y/n’s back lightly, the girl grumbled as her brows furrowed.
“Leave me alone,” She mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. The boy let out a snort before weaving his fingers though her hair.
“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Elliot raised a brow before his fingers found her side and he started ro slowly tickle her, causing y/n to start laughing and rolling off of him.
“Stop! Stop! I can’t” y/n was cut off by herself laughing and then letting out a high pitched screm of laughter as Elliot continued the torture.
“Quiet,” He stopped and put a hand over the girls mouth to quiet her from screaming out if laughter. He smiled widely as y/n now laid beside him on her back and holding her sides.
“You gonna calm down?” She nodded under his hand and he slowly retracted his hand from covering her mouth.
The silence was comfortable as non of the two had anything against being in ecah other presence with just silence all around them. Elliot slowly let his hand come to reach for her cheek as she’d turned over on her stomach, facing him.
His hand laid gently on her cheek, thumb gently rubbing up and down her cheekbone. The action was comforting as y/n let herself lean into his hand. But was this really how bestfriends should act?
“I love when we hang out, you’re the best company,” y/n told with a sigh as she couldn’t remember ever having this much fun with any of the girls, thay had all start to become all too serious and always wanted to just talk guys, never just joke around.
“Well, I’ll always keep you company,” The words were supposed to be happy, but y/n’s face fell slightly, face holding a somber expression. Elliot furrowed his brows and tried ro find her eyes again as she was looking away.
“Hey.. you okey?”
“What if you’re not here to keep me company?” She asked vaguely, the question weighing down the jolly mood that once was, Elliot’s face drop slightly as he lean back against the headboard once more. Hand still holding her cheek gently.
“I worry… and I know that I always said it’s your choice and all, but I just don’t, I just-..” y/n trailed off leaning up a bit to look at him better.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Elliot sat up straight and placed both hands on her cheeks. “‘Cuase I haven’t touched drugs in almost three weeks.”
The statement made her eyes light up, mouth falling slightly agape. The smile on his face showed he was telling the truth, he leaned closer and his rumbs rubbed her cheeks slowly.
“What? H-how?..” y/n let her hands place ontop of his and she held onto his wrists gently.
“I don’t know, they just didn’t seem to give me this feeling, none of them could.”
Her eyes scanned his for what he was referring to, but suddenly one of his hands moved from resting at her cheek to holding her chin. His thumb now brushing the softness of her lower lip, causing her breath to hitch. Elliot let his thumb slowly trace where y/n’s lips parted before tracing her upper lip.
Even thought how stunned she was by his atction, y/n was quick, quicker than she thought. Before Elliot knew it she had leaned up and pressed a kiss swiftly to his lips, then leaning back down and bringing her lower lip between her teeth. The kiss was the kind that many see as the ones you maybe share with someone in kindergarten, quick and just a simple peck on the lips.
Elliot’s lips turn into a grin as he leans in, but not closing the gap between them. His lips hover just above hers as he let’s his hand slide down to the side of her neck. y/n let’s out a sigh and leans forwards, placing her lips on his but this time not pulling away. It’s soft on y/n’s side, but on Elliot’s it’s needy. She’s intoxicating for him finally tasting her makes him want more.
He pulled away from a second and slowly help the girl onto her back, her eyes questioning, almost as if she’s too pure. One of his hands land on her hip and he slowly let it run up her side.
“Just relax,” He coos, straddling her waist and making sure not to put all his bodyweight on her. Under him he can feel her body relax with breath of air leaving her lips.
Warning(s): SMUT, unprotected sex, rough sex, language, implications of pedophilia, violent sex. This is a potentially triggering fic.
Summary: Following your night with Nate, jealousy complicates things and lands the two of you in detention. After verbally hitting a sore spot, Nate teaches you a lesson.
A/N: I apologize for the delay as I was dealing with a death in my family. There were quite a few requests for Nate Jacobs so I decided to combine a few. This is a sequel to ‘’Blasphemous’’ so I recommend reading that prior to this fic, but it’s not necessary. Enjoy!
You winced as you walked down the hallway, carrying your books to shove them into your locker. While you and Nate hadn’t spoken to each other since he literally fucked you into the ground of your bathroom floor a few weeks ago, you surprisingly began seeing more of him than what was considered usual. Despite the two of you being neighbors, you noticed he started appearing in places he hadn’t previously been at. The park you would jog through in the morning before school? He was there, hoodie pulled up and eyes carefully surveilling you. The quiet little nook of the school library that only you visited? He just so happened to bump into you as you were leaving. These may have been simple coincidences, but you were still on guard to say the least.
After he had left you, sore and full of him and sprawled out on your bed, you figured that would be the end of it. It was extremely rare that you kept in contact with the guys you slept with, and you figured now that Nate had finally gotten to you, it would be enough for him to leave you be. You were confident that this was the case when word got around that he and Maddy made up, but your cheeks still flushed with slight embarrassment from how sore you still were. He had kept his promise, you could still feel him in you with every step you took. You still winced whenever you were forced to run or do bleachers in P.E. Sometimes you swore you could still feel the weight of his body on top of you at night.
‘’Y/n, did you hear?’’ Kat seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing you to jump a bit.
‘’Hear what?’’ your eyebrows furrowed in question.
‘’Look, I don’t believe them, it’s obviously just rumors. But Nate is talking about how you guys hooked up a while ago. He’s telling the whole football team,’’ Kat’s sympathetic gaze did little to calm the burning annoyance.
You scoffed, shutting your locker a little too harshly. Right on cue, the ‘’it’’ couple was strolling down the hall, making their grand appearance. If he wanted to be that way, after he had been having a perpetual hard-on for you since middle school then it was fine, that was more than ok with you. You waited until Nate was inches away from you and Kat.
‘’They’re just rumors, Kat. Jacobs just wants to take the heat off the rumors about his daddy,’’ you called out, causing the jock to freeze in his place.
The whole school seemed to freeze in that instant. Even Maddy, who always had something to say about everything, stood there with her jaw dropped. You could hear Nate’s breathing quicken before he whirled around to face you. He yanked his hand out of Maddy’s as he cornered you into the lockers, but you stood your ground. No man was going to make a fool of you, least of all Nate-fucking-Jacobs.
‘’What the fuck did you say, you whore?’’ Nate seethed, ducking his head so that his gaze was more threatening.
You felt Kat back up, and you wondered if you had gone too far with the dig. You narrowed your eyes up at him. ‘’Back up, Nate,’’ you warned, wanting to avoid a fight if that was still possible. That infamous smirk graced his lips as his eyes looked up and down your body. You suddenly felt very vulnerable and wished to be as far away from him as possible. All hopes of that evaporated when Nate ducked his head lower so that you could now feel his breath against your collarbone.
‘’You’re still sore,’’ it wasn’t a question, the way he hissed it into your ear made it very clear that it was a statement. An observation.
‘’Funny, I guess the slut has nothing to say when someone actually calls her out,’’ Nate now spoke to the crowd that was quickly forming around you. You could feel your cheeks heat up from both hurt and embarrassment, but you were desperately trying not to take the bait. You wanted to beat yourself up when you felt tears begin to form.
‘’I don’t even know why you bother wearing that cross, you only get on your knees when you’re sucking my big fat-‘’
Nate’s head whipped around; your hand was on fire from the impact. You vaguely recall Maddy screaming and a handful of ‘’oooh’s’’ and gasps.
‘’Fuck you, Jacobs. Fuck you and your entitled attitude. Fuck you and your kiddy-fucking daddy,’’ you snarled.
In an instant you were pinned to the lockers by your neck. You clawed at Nate’s hand and swatted at his arms and face and anywhere you could land a hit on him. You both screamed at each other, Maddy and Kat screaming at Nate to let you go, a few jocks trying to pry him off you. It was all a cloudy mess as you stared up into his eyes, drifting in and out of the memory of him in your bathroom.
‘’Jacobs! Y/L/N!’’ you could hear Principal Hayes’ voice boom over the crowed.
You fell to your knees, coughing before being helped up by Hayes himself.
‘’That’s right, on your knees where you belong,’’ Nate growled out as two football players aided in dragging him off of you.
You spat in his face, mentally cheering yourself on as the two of you were dragged away to the principal’s office and the nurse’s office respectively.
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‘’Now y/n. Would you like to tell me your side of the story?’’ Principal Hayes sighed, eyes carefully observing you.
‘’He pissed me off,’’ you replied shortly, thankful that Nate didn’t leave any bruises on your neck like he had done with Maddy last semester. Your voice was a little hoarse, but that was as far as the damage had gone.
‘’Miss y/l/n this is a serious matter.’’
‘’And he seriously pissed me off.’’
Hayes hung his head and proceeded to rub his temples out of sheer frustration. ‘’Y/n, Mr. Cal Jacobs decided not to press charges for slander if you agreed not to press charges for the fight, all you and Nate would need to do is complete detention for three hours for the remainder of the week.’’
You scoffed. ‘’Daddy Jacobs really has the school under his money belt, huh?’’ you hissed.
Hayes just glared at you. ‘’It’s entirely up to you on what you decide to do Miss y/l/n.’’
So there you were, both Nate and you were forced to sit on opposite sides of the same musty classroom, where you two were always watched by a teacher or by Principal Hayes himself. The week dragged on, and there were no further incidents between the two of you. You avoided each other like the plague and if he or you were in the driveway, you made sure to keep your head down and steer clear of him. You had the terrible displeasure of bumping into Cal on your way home from school one day. He had given a tight smirk, complimented you on your looks and continued to stalk back into his home. The encounter made you feel sick to your stomach, but you quickly shook it off. Thankfully, your parents knew nothing of the incident. In their eyes you were their ‘’perfect little girl’’ who hadn’t fucked Nate Jacobs on every surface upstairs, who hadn’t gotten into a fight with said Jacobs, and who was not being silently watched by him and his father. You felt like you had a hit put on you, but your nerves steadily calmed when the week progressed. Then Friday came around. You could tell Miss Harris, the English teacher who was in charge of supervising the two of you today, was distracted by something the moment you took your usual seat. She seemed to be in a rush, and it being a Friday evening, you figured it was most likely a date. Nate seemed to pick up on this as well and the way he smirked caused the hairs on your arms to stand up.
‘’Miss Harris, we could just help the janitor clean up the school for the remainder of detention. We only have about two more hours left,’’ Nate’s deep voice caused you to jump.
You could see the teacher eager to accept Nate’s offer, you could smell the desperation emitting off her.
‘’Well.. I suppose that would be fine. You two seem to have learned your lesson,’’ she was practically leaping out the door before you could protest. In a flash, the only thing keeping you safe in the lion’s den was gone and probably on her way to some run-down bar to meet her Tinder date for the night.
You quickly grabbed your backpack and hurried out of your seat. You kept your eyes locked on the door, hoping that if you could avoid meeting Nate’s eyes you would be home free. You were less than an inch from gripping the door knob when a large pale hand gripped your wrist in a firm hold.
‘’Where the fuck do you think you’re going?’’ Nate whispered, the heat of his body sending familiar shockwaves down to your core.
You gulped, but you were determined to remain stoic. You refused to submit to him.
‘’I think I’m going to enjoy my Friday night, you know, like whores do,’’ you sarcastically smiled up at him, but your eyes were cold and challenging.
Nate scoffed, pulling you back towards him and shoving your backpack behind him.
‘’If your feelings were hurt, just say so baby girl. Did I hurt your feelings? Was it because I’m fucking Maddy again or is it because the rumors about me fucking your brains out aren’t just rumors?’’ he calmly locked the classroom door and began backing you up against the teacher’s desk. You felt your heart begin to race, for the first time in your life you were actually fearful of what Nate would do. You knew Nate wasn’t stupid, everyone on campus was gone for the weekend and the janitor was on the other side of campus in the science department. Nobody would be able to hear you. Nobody knew you two were still here, and your parents would assume you were either out with friends or studying somewhere. Nobody was coming.
‘’You would know all about rumors being true, wouldn’t you Nate?’’ you hissed up at him.
His jaw visibly clenched as he gripped your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him.
‘’Say one more fucking thing about it, I fucking dare you,’’ he snarled and you allowed your resolve to crack, wincing under his grip and threat. This seemed to please him as he loosened his hold on you only slightly. His fingers still gripped your jaw to the point he could feel your teeth.
His eyes fell on the cross you wore, the same one he toyed with while he was in your bathroom as you got out of the shower, right before he went in for the kill.
‘’You’ve been pretending to be the good girl for so long you even have yourself fooled,’’ he stated as his hand slowly left your chin and trailed down the column of your neck to your cross, right above your cleavage. Your gaze remained steady, but internally you were terrified.
‘’You don’t know the first thing about me, Nate. You could spy on me for as long as you want. Memorize my schedule, taunt me for the number of guys I’ve slept with, and you can fuck me as many times as you want then go around bashing me to the entire school. You. Don’t. Know. Me.’’
Your body was twisted around and your face pressed against the wooden desk so fast that you could’ve sworn you had whiplash. The air was knocked out of you as your abdomen slammed onto the hard surface, your body bent so your jean-cladded lower half was vulnerable. You gasped as Nate harshly pressed your cheek against the desk, trying to kick your legs out to land a hit on him. It was all in vain when he pinned them down with his own legs. You were trapped.
‘’Get off of me!’’ you snapped, trying desperately to free yourself enough to get an advantage on him. You thrashed underneath him, like a fox caught in a trap.
You froze when you felt his hardness jabbing at your backside as he leaned over you, just barely grinding against you. You felt his nose brush along your spine and by your ear as he leaned in further.
‘’It just occurred to me that you haven’t gotten it through that beautiful skull of yours,’’ he grunted as he kicked your legs apart. One hand pinned both of yours to the small of your back while the other slowly traced the curves of your body before landing on the top of your jeans. You stayed silent, mentally preparing for the inevitable.
‘’You’re mine, y/n. No matter how many girls I fuck, or how many guys you fuck, I fucking own you already. You want this just as badly as I do,’’ the sound of your jeans being shoved down your legs made you close your eyes, trying to block out Nate’s words. You gasped when he entered two long fingers into your core, shoving your face further into the wooden desk when you realized you were wet.
‘’I knew it,’’ Nate chuckled as he began thrusting his digits like a madman into your tight pussy, the noises and squelches lighting your cheeks on fire from both pleasure and humiliation.
‘’I might be with Maddy, but every time I cum inside her I think of you,’’ he grunted, obviously aroused by the sight of his fingers stretching you out as you lay vulnerable in front of him.
The mention of Maddy’s name made you want to cry, and Nate quickly caught your soured expression. ‘’You’re jealous of her. Good. Now you know how it felt watching you whore yourself out to those losers all these years. Are you that empty y/n? Were you that lonely that you let any prick inside your gash just to feel something? It’s ok, baby. You’ll never feel empty again,’’ he whispered as he roughly pulled out of you, yanking your soaked panties down to your knees. The familiar noise of his zipper being yanked down could be heard but you didn’t dare move your head to see.
Nate released your hands, trailing kisses up your back and held on to your hips, lifting them to present yourself to him.
‘’You’re going to hell Nate,’’ you whimpered, hands clutching at the wood to ready yourself. You couldn’t deny how good Nate made you feel. You’d never admit it, but you did feel a certain way about him being with Maddy. You tasted the bitterness of jealousy at the thought of him doing these things to her. You were too proud to ever want to enter a relationship with Nate, but you were willing to drop the charades whenever the two of you were alone. You hated him, but you craved him just as well. Maybe you were as fucked up as he was, and while the thought scared you, it was too good to pass up.
‘’Weren’t you the one who said, ‘better to reign in hell than serve in heaven?’’ you could feel the grin on Nate’s face as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, lurching your body forward. You cried out and immediately clenched around his thickness as he wasted no time in pounding you into submission.
You could hear him grunt every time you slammed into you, the weight of his balls slapping against your sensitive bud. One hand gripped yours and pinned it to the desk while the other forced your hips back to ensure he filled you entirely. You could only moan and whimper as your body bounced in tune with his thrusts. Tears of euphoria escaped the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open.
‘’Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me,’’ he growled, watching his cock disappear around your tight folds. It was something he’d never get tired of seeing. You helpless and forced to take it all. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that you were tighter than the first time he took you. He stopped thrusting for a second, reveling in the feeling of your walls throbbing around him. He could’ve came right there, but he wanted this to last. He was going to get through to you even if he had to fuck you until you passed out.
‘’N-Nate,’’ you moaned, clawing at the desk. His dick bounced inside of you, causing you to whine.
‘’Tell me what you want,’’ his deep voice rumbled above you, pressing his hips fully against your backside. The hand that held your hip groped at your ass before slapping it abruptly. You cried out, causing him to moan. He repeated the action when he felt your pussy clench around him. His hand gripped your reddening cheek, thumb, teasing your sensitive folds.
‘’Please,’’ you panted, desperate for some relief.
‘’Please what?’’ he pressed, lifting the front of your body so that he could feel your breasts from under your tank top. The cross still hanging from your neck as your breathing labored.
‘’Please fuck me,’’ you whispered, moaning when his fingers pinched your hardened nipples.
‘’Tell me you want it,’’ he grunted, slowly thrusting into you at a painfully slow pace.
‘’I-I want it,’’ you moaned, focusing on the feeling of him filling you. Nobody ever made you feel so full, literally and metaphorically.
‘’Tell me you want me,’’ he growled, his hand tangling itself into your hair.
‘’I want you, Nate. Please, I want you. Don’t stop,’’ you cried, submitting to him.
You whimpered as he pulled out of you only to turn you so that your back was pressed against the top of the desk and your legs dangled off the edge. His hands gripped the back of your thighs as he folded them back as far as they could go before he roughly entered you again, mounting you as he set a brutal pace.
You cried out, the new position allowing him to reach every part of you while forcing you to look up at him as he claimed you from the inside out. He watched you, eyes flickering from your bouncing breasts to your flushed face. He ripped your shirt down to free them and groaned at the sight of your near-naked body presented to him. You were his. Finally, totally, completely his. And he wasn’t going to let you go; ever.
He leaned forward to capture a nipple between his lips and alternated between hungrily sucking it and biting it possessively. Your hands tangled in his hair as his cock continued to ram into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist to push him further inside. Your climax hit you so abruptly and so violently that your vision blurred for a moment. You moaned out his name as you stared up at the classroom ceiling, your body bouncing as he continued to ravage you.
He released your abused nipple and after giving the other the same treatment, looked down at your dazed face. His thumb was on your neck as he gripped the side of your face, still bucking into you like some sort of beast.
‘’Tell me you love me,’’ his demand caught you off guard. His thrusts were speeding up, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin ricocheted off the walls. His grip on you tightened, causing you to cry out.
‘’Tell me!’’ he snarled against your neck, burying himself as his release was rapidly approaching.
‘’I love you,’’ you cried out, hands gripping and clawing at his shoulder blades.
He groaned as he emptied his load inside of you, bucking against you slowly but roughly to get his point across; you were his. He panted against your neck as he came down from his high. You whimpered as his dick bobbed inside of you, milking you of your orgasm. Nate grunted and pressed a rough kiss to your lips, you returned this kiss after a moment of hesitation. After what felt like forever he finally pulled out, both of you grunting as his release trailed out of your sore opening.
It had to have been late in the evening, the classroom was mix of blood orange hues with kisses of purple peeking through the blinds. You stumbled as Nate helped you pull your underwear and jeans back up. He analyzed you, in both a protective and possessive way. His eyes lingered on the cross. He gently held it between his thumb and index finger as you looked up at him with tired, sated eyes.
‘’You can wear this in front of everyone else,’’ he began, his other hand gently holding you closer to him by caressing your side.
Your necklace fell forward as he gently yanked it off. Your eyes met his both in question and slight fear as he dangled it in between the two of you.
Ok, so, hopefully this is the last time I will have to address this whole situation.
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The moment a child is born, a mother is also born. She never existed before. The women existed but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. Being a mother is learning strengths you didn’t know you had and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed.
Two days of being a mother to a beautiful baby boy was an absolute blessing to you. Beau was born healthy and that was more than you could have ever wished for. The rollercoaster of emotions that came after birth were something you’d never imagined.
All of you had finally been discharged. The nurses gave you the all clear that you could go home and you were extremely grateful. You weren’t just blessed with a baby, you were blessed with an overwhelming sense of joy. This was gonna be a whole new journey to experience.
“You ready to go home Ma?” The question you’d been waiting for. You nodded your head and he grabbed the car-seat in which your baby was peacefully sleeping in.
“I sure am.” With his other hand, he grabbed your hand. The two of you were really leaving this hospital with a whole ass extra life to keep protected. Ash was waiting in the parking lot impatiently. There was nothing he wanted more than to have his family home.
“Bout fuckin’ time, I’ve missed ma nephew.” Ash spoke as Fez placed Beau’s car seat into the car. Triple checking all of the straps were done correctly, you were all ready to go.
“He’s missed you Ash.” You chuckled, taking a seat next to the baby. Fez decided to ride in the back with the two of you. As the car began moving, you reached over and let Beau grasp your finger with his hand.
“He’s definitely gonna be a mommas boy.” Fez laughed, snapping a photo.
“Nah he gon’ be an uncles boy.” Ash groaned. The drive home didn’t take to long and as you pulled up, you saw someone knocking on the front door.
“Is that fuckin’ Lexi?” Ash almost shouted, remembering that his nephew was peacefully sleeping. Your lips turned into a thin line as rage practically filled your body. It made you think about what happened just days before between you and Fez. Was it the fact you were going into labour and needed him that you just forgave him like that? What a dumbass you felt like.
“This bitch is gonna be the first one to see I’ve had the baby? For real?” You snapped.
“Ion know what she’s doin’ here.” Fez groaned. Lexi noticed the car and turned around. The three of you got out of the car and you carefully grabbed your son. Lexi’s jaw dropped when she noticed your family of three had turned into four.
“The fuck do you think you are showin’ up to our house like dat?” Ashtray was not happy. You weren’t pregnant anymore and your hormones were all over the place.
“Y/N gimme my nephew, ima take him inside in case ya need to fuck shit up.” Ash gently grabbed the baby from you and headed inside - not forgetting to shoot glares in Lexi’s direction.
“Was me not hitting you enough?” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“Fucking answer me Howard cause I swear to god I ain’t afraid to do it again.” You rolled up your sleeves.
“I um, I…” She was stuttering on her words.
“Come to admit your feelings to Fez or what? I never forgot how cute you two both looked on my sofa the other day.” Fez knew you hadn’t let it go. He doesn’t blame you though. His actions were fucking stupid.
“Gonna tell me that the only reason you two were holding hands was because you were practicing for a non-existent boyfriend? Fucking talk Lexi.” You shouted at her.
“Oh really Y/N? You think you’re some fucking saint don’t you? You get the family, the man, the baby. You get everything. Your attitude makes you seem incredibly unappreciative to what you have in your life right now.” Oh how you wanted to spar her right there and then.
“My attitude is what’s gonna help raise our son into avoiding bitches like you.” She seemed slightly gobsmacked against that comment.
“Bitches like me? What do you mean bitches like me?”
“Lexi listen’ obviously you have some sorta feelin’s towards me. I ain’t fuckin’ with ya if ya think I was holdin’ yo hand romantically.” Fez admitted.
“But I thought, I thought you liked me. You knew I related to that movie and you willingly held my hand.” Lexi sounded like she was about to cry.
“Cause you was sad, ion like seeing people sad. I also don’t like you like dat.” Fez simply replied.
“I could give you everything.” Lexi tried to reason with him.
“Are you fucking delusional? We just had a baby and you come here fantasising about being with somebody else’s boyfriend? Fuck me, you’re really behaving like your sister right now.” There it was, your lowest yet almost amazing blow at her.
“How dare you-” Fez cut Lexi off.
“You on her property too right now. Don’t disrespect my girl like that Lexi. The fuck is wrong with you? I got feelin’s for one girl, it sure as hell will never be you.” Fez finished.
“Think that’s your queue to take your crazy ass back to your car and never come near my family again.” You got up in her face. For once she stopped being so defensive and ran off in tears.
“You good baby?” Fez asked, wrapping his arms around you.
“I just think we need a conversation okay? Just a little bit of communication so I can see where we’re both at.” He nodded at your response and the two of you walked into the house together.
“This here is the TV, we gon’ be watching so many fuckin’ movies together kid.” You overheard Ash. You and Fez stopped dead in your tracks to watch how Ash was interacting with Beau.
“You gon’ be such a badass Beau, jus’ like me and your dad.” Ash continued and that made you snigger. Ash quickly shot around as you and Fez started laughing.
“Laugh all you want, but I love this kid.” You nodded and allowed Ash to continue giving his nephew a house tour.
“So, the whole hand-holding thing? It was just because you were just reassuring her?” You asked Fez, taking a seat on the sofa. He sat beside you.
“Ma I know it looked hella fishy but I swear to you it’s all it was. Ion know why I reacted the way I did either. Must’ve seemed fuckin’ suspicious and shit. I ain’t ever want you to doubt my love for you. You know that?” You nodded, slowly processing the information.
“What about when you said and I quote I wouldn’t have agreed to have this baby if this was going to happen.” Fez took a deep breath, recalling the memory of him speaking so down to you.
“I always vowed to ma self’ that I wouldn’t let myself say shit outta anger, and I really went against my word when I did.” He began, at least the two of you were getting somewhere.
“Lookin’ back at how I reacted, no fuckin’ pregnant women should have those words said to them. Ion know why I fuckin’ said that shit Ma, because you goin’ through all of that with Beau was crazy. You grew a whole ass life in there.” Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.
“I can’t say I appreciate it because you’re right, those words were a bunch of shit. It all started on New Year’s Eve. She was all over you.” You frowned and he reached over to grab your hand.
“Listen to me ma.” The two of you looked each-other in the eye.
“I’m oblivious to the obvious, I swear ima get better at that. I can’t risk hurtin’ yo damn feelin’s’ no more. My actions were terrible and I’m so sorry.” He sincerely apologised to you.
“If you ever pull that fucking shit again, I will leave and won’t look back, you hear me?” You threatened and he knew you were serious. A weight had been lifted from both of your backs.
“Now gimme some love sugar.” You joked and he laughed, reaching over to give you a kiss. You winced slightly as you leaned in.
“You good?” Fez panicked.
“There’s pain in places that I didn’t even know you could get pain in.” You groaned and your boyfriend frowned.
“You wanna lay in bed or on the sofa?” You were more than happy to remain on the sofa. You were slightly over the thought of laying in a bed again. Fez draped the knitted blanket over the two of you.
“Ima take you to yo mom.” You heard Ash say. Coming back to the living room. You smiled upon both of their arrivals and he handed you the baby.
“Uncle Ash is so on night duties with you baby boy.” You whispered loud enough so that he would hear.
“I been tellin’ you sis, I will die for that kid.” Ashtray’s response was different from his usual sarcastic self.
“He finna have yo blonde hair from when you was younger.” Fez noticed the lightness in his hair.
“But he’s got your beautiful eyes baby.” You smiled, taking in the very peaceful moment.
“He gon’ have ladies running after him.” Fezco’s comment made you scoff.
“Beau ain’t having no girlfriends that’s for sure.” He chuckled at your response and put his arm around your shoulder.
“No fuckin’ way, he gon’ need to be a king before he gets a girl.” Ash warned.
“See how protective he is?” Fez whispered to you.
“Lucky for you Ash, his nursery is right next to your room. You can make sure no bad bitches come near him.” You told him with a smile.
“No girl’, no fed, no nothin’ is taking this boy away from me.”
Summary - This is part 2 to I was there for you. With nasty weather coming into town, you hesitantly sat in your car blasting heartbreak anthems. Was Fez going to come to his senses and run after you?
Word Count - 1.1k
Warnings - angst, fluff
It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this person, no matter what you’re doing. Sometimes we fall in love by chance, but staying is the choice.
It takes a strong heart to love but it takes an even stronger heart to continue to love after being hurt. Our hearts are meant to be broken so that the right person could come and fix them. What if the person who was breaking your heart was the only one to fix it.
You hadn’t known how long you’d been sitting in your car. It shocked you how your neighbours rarely got involved with anything they’d heard. It was a rainy day, the water spilling from the clouds just like the tears down your cheeks.
Adele was on your radio. It felt convenient that the British heart-break songwriter was blaring through your speakers but it wasn’t making you feel any better (even if you did own all of her CD’s.)
Ash and Fez had to put up with years of sad songs by Adele. Not because you were genuinely sad all of the time, but because her music was so relatable. Now it really felt relatable.
Each minute passed and you knew it had been way over ten by now. The pit feeling in your stomach felt horrendous. Your heart and your head were both encouraging you too think Fez would come running after you in the pouring rain.
Fez was contemplating his life decisions as the clock ticked away. He hadn’t been thinking straight lately and that was evident now as he watched you walk out of the door. Ash didn’t leave the room, fearful of whether his brother would just let you walk out of their lives.
“I fuckin’ meant it bro. She goes, I do. I wouldn’t be shit without her.” Ash continued to persuade his brother.
“Ion know what you wan’ me to fuckin’ do Ash. Run after her and tell her I didn’t mean it?” He tried not to snap at him but his emotions were running extremely high.
“Don’t you wanna do that?” Ash was right. Everyone in the world could see that Fezco’s business partner had his head screwed on.
“Fuck man.” Fez cursed to himself, running a hand over his shaved head.
“If I was lookin’ at this from an outside perspective, I’d say you don’t love her no more.” Ash admitted and Fez practically had steam coming out of his ears.
“Cause if ya did, you’d have never let her leave like that.” Ash shook his head. The storm was definitely coming down a lot heavier now and Fezco recalled a time where he’d held you in his arms to calm you down. You hated thunderstorms. It was a fear you’d had ever since you were a little girl. The roar of thunder was just enough to send you into a full-blown meltdown.
“She fuckin’ hates this weather.” Fez ran as his fast as his legs could carry him. The rain was pouring down fast. His heart nearly jumped into his throat as he watched you begin to reverse. Ash watched through the security cameras, praying you wouldn’t go anywhere.
“No, no, no.” Fez ran towards your car and banged his hands on the bumper - making you fully aware he was there. You slammed on the breaks, cautious of your next moves. He moved over to the passenger side and tried opening the door but in this case the doors were locked. Fez tried to hide the smile on his face. He’d always told you to lock your doors before driving anywhere so no asshole would try and kidnap you.
“Ma please.” He was soaking wet and if it wasn’t for the love you had for him, you would’ve left him there. You unlocked the door and he was quick to sit.
“What do you want?” You sniffled, not making eye contact with him.
“Jus’ come inside and we can talk.” Fez told you, turning down Adele who was still blasting but you turned it back up.
“This song is how you made me feel, so no you’re not turning it down.” The song was Love In The Dark. He recalled a time you’d argued in the past and this was the song you had on repeat until he’d found his way to be forgiven. It felt like de ja by but that argument never resulted in your practically being kicked out.
“Baby I know you’re hurtin’.” Fez sighed, wanting ti kick himself when he saw the tears pooling in your eyes again.
“Do you? Do you though? What the fuck was that all about huh? Y/N go, Y/N come back in so we can talk. I don’t think you know anything about how I’m feeling right now Fez.” You finally snapped.
“Aight’ so we doin’ this in the car.” He thought to himself, trying to muster up the correct words. Fez had never really been amazing at apologies, he’d never emotionally hurt that many people in his lifetime. Other than drug dealers who wanted a fix and he refused to sell. But this was different.
“I don’t wanna be cheesy and shit and say you complete me. Ion believe someone needs to be completed by another person, anyone can be find on they own.” He began and you turned to glare at him.
“But I ain’t gon’ lie to you Y/N, you fill up all my empty spaces and I am so grateful for that.” Fez admitted. What he was saying was indeed true, whether you believed him or not.
“You can sit here and be mad at me, tell me how you’d take a bullet for me and Ash, but that’s what fuckin’ scares me the most ma.” Fez sighed.
“Ion doubt that you can defend yourself. Fuck baby, you’ve had so much shit happen in yo life, I got lucky with one badass chick. The thought of you bein’ involved with some of the most fucked up shit, it freaks me out. I ain’t gonna live wit’ myself, if you end bleeding out on my livin’ room floor.” Fez finished. He was searching your face for any kind of response but all he got was more tears.
“You really upset me Fez, you haven’t done that to me before.” You told him, finally looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I kno’ and for that I’m sorry.” You nodded, taking in his apology that seemed somewhat sincere.
“You push me away one minute, the next you come back. I love you Fez, I have since I was thirteen and I ain’t ever gonna stop. I probably will forever. That’s because you’re worth it, everything that comes with you is worth it. You just gotta understand that.” He pursed his lips together, not wanting to get emotional in front of his girl.
“I love you too. I do understand. I shouldn’t have let you walk out of that door, that shi’ gon’ hurt me for a long ass time.” He reached over and grabbed your hand, knowing right now was probably the best time to give you support.
“Why did you let me walk out?” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and singing you had done in the car.
“Cause I got scared.” You nodded, not wanting him to repeat anymore of his dark thoughts. It was hard for you both. You both understand where each-other was coming from, it was just harder to communicate that.
“Truth be told, I was actually gonna go to the diner and think about that whole ordeal. I don’t think you’d ever be able to get rid of me that easy. I’m not going anywhere and if you push me away I will never leave. Not in a creepy way of course but I don’t care if there are a hundred million reasons to leave, you’re the only one I’ll ever need to stay.” For the first time in years, Fez had a tear roll down his cheek.
“You and Ash are my everything Ma, don’t ever fucking doubt it. If this shi’ were to ever happen again, which I won’t let it happen, but if it does, fuckin’ smack me.” Fez told you, making you chuckle slightly.
“I think your brother will beat me to it.” Fez reached over and padded away your tear stained cheeks.
“Hate it when you be cryin’, even worse when I’m the reason fo’ it.” Fez whispered. The two of you leaned in for an awkward kiss, considering the car wasn’t the best place for a kiss and makeup.
“I love you.” You whispered.
“I love you way fuckin’ more.” Now you were the one to switch off your radio.
“What do ya say? You wanna move back in wit’ me?” Fez questioned and you playfully rolled your eyes.
“If you carry my bags.” The two of you rushed back inside, trying to avoid getting anymore wet from the god awful weather. Ashtray’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas time. The two of you embraced each-other into a tight hug.
“Don’t ever pull that fuckin’ shit again.” Ash warned his brother.
“Word.” The two of them fist bumped before you all headed for the sofa.
“We’re both wet and soggy. This is gross.” You groaned, resting your head in Fezco’s shoulder.
“We can go take a shower?” Fez smirked, making Ash groan.
“Yeah I get it, you two made up, but ion need nieces and nephews running around when I’m just tryna pay off our mortgage.”
Summary - Fezco couldn’t compromise his girlfriends safety anymore, he refused to let her get anymore involved with business. Nobody understood how he felt but he knew that his heart was slowly breaking trying to protect you.
Words - 1.2k
Warnings - angst, mentions of crying
A/N - I feel like I’m better at writing angst than I am fluff so I’m sorry for this one.
The house was eerily silent. Ash was in his room trying to stay gangsta but failing as he felt tears in his eyes. Fez was already a wreck on the sofa. His hands angrily wiping away at his eyes.
Just a couple of hours before, you were in the kitchen preparing sandwiches for the three of you and Faye. Fez had been ever so quiet since him and Ash returned from work. Anyone would’ve thought they had argued but Ash was completely fine.
“Babe, you good?” You asked your boyfriend who was sat staring into space on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah.” He replied, he really was deep in thought.
“Yo my bitchass is ready for yo sandwich Y/N.” Ash grinned, snatching the first one he could see that was ready.
“Be grateful, I don’t make those for just anybody.” You laughed.
“Faye come grab a sandwich.” You called out to the girl who was sat smoking a blunt on the sofa. She was quick to put it out and rush over.
“Thank-you.” She smiled lightly. You sliced the last sandwich and shared your half with Fez.
“You feeling sick or something? Go lay down if you don’t feel good bub.” You looked him in the eye but he was avoiding eye contact. After knowing this man for the majority of your life, you knew when he was hiding something. He’d always prioritise telling you everything - no matter the circumstance. This time around, seemed way different.
“I’m just thinkin’ ma.” He smiled lightly but you knew better than that. The two of you headed over to the table where Faye and Ash were happily scoffing their sandwiches. You started eating your sandwich, still unconvinced that something was swirling your boyfriends brain.
“Ion think it’s a good idea you bein’ here anymore Y/N.” Fez announced and Ash nearly choked on his sandwich. Your heart dropped. What had you done?
“Excuse me?” You were taken back, where had this come from.
“It’s not safe fo you to be here.” Fez watched your face twist in confusion and sadness.
“What the fuck are you sayin’ bro?” Ash questioned angrily.
“Business is gettin’ tougher. We fuck around with way more bad people than what we used to. Ion want you around this shit no more.” Fez told you.
“You’re not doing this to me.” You declared, not believing a word he was saying. Fez let out a sigh.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t love you.” He told you.
“That’s it then? You want me out. You want me to go live in my car? Not that it’s a bad thing but I mean my own boyfriend doesn’t think I can protect myself.” You shoved your plate away, suddenly feeling a loss of appetite.
“I ain’t say you can’t protect yoself, I just can’t risk you getting hurt.” Fez admitted.
“You dumb as fuck.” Ash snapped to his brother.
“That’s it then? I pack my bags and go. Is that what you really want? After all of these fucking years, you’re finally done with me? What the actual fuck Fezco?” You held back a sob and pushed your chair back.
“Baby don’t make this harder-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence because you’d grabbed the nearest trash bag to prepare all of your clothes in. The door to your shared bedroom slammed, leaving the three of them at the table. Ash practically had steam coming out of his ears.
“I know you didn’t just say that shit to her.” Ash began.
“You ain’t even talk to me about that? What happened to fuckin’ tellin’ each other everything?” Ash felt betrayed. His own brother hadn’t discussed this with him and they never hid anything from each-other. He felt even more betrayed that the only sister/mother figure he physically had left was packing her bags.
“She dies in this shit and I ain’t never gon’ forgive myself.” Fez told his brother but he wasn’t having any of it.
“She’d take a bullet for me. For you. For us. You’re a fucking asshole.” Ash shoved his plate just like you did and followed your footsteps.
“It’s not my place but she was telling me about the two of you the other day. Said you was the one she’d marry. Told me you and her shared all your firsts together.” Faye told Fez. Fez took a sharp breath in, not wanting matters to be made worse.
“All due respect but you ain’t gonna find another like her.”
As the tears fell from your eyes, you made sure to pack the shared picture frame of you and Fez that laid upon the bedside cabinet. Just the picture itself made you cry and by cry, you’d started hardcore sobbing.
“Easy Y/N.” Ash rushed in, wrapping his arms around you. Boy you loved this kid like he was your own brother.
“You wanna know something for real Ash?” He nodded as you’d slightly calmed down.
“I’ve had glocks pointed to my head and what happened back there just about made the gun situation seem like the easiest thing to go through.” You admitted. Ash didn’t really know how to comfort people, especially you. He’d only ever seen you cry once and that was when Fez asked you to move in. The love you’d been given by the people in this home was nothing like you had growing up. Fez was the first one to ever show you how to really love and it seemed vice versa.
“Please don’t go Y/N, I need you.” Ash whispered.
“I gotta go kid, I gotta go.” Fez remained at the table as you and Ash left the room. Just like Ash with you, Fez had hardly seen you or his younger brother upset. Now he was witnessing a double homicide with both of your tears flowing freely.
“Don’t make this harder baby, please don’t cry.” Fez went to come over and reassure you, but you pushed him away. Faye was watching from her usual spot on the couch.
“I was there for you in your darkest times. I was there for you in your darkest nights. But I wander, where will you be? When I’m at my worst and practically down on my knees.” Your words were cutting him up, he couldn’t bring himself to even give you an explanation.
“And you said you had my back.” You sniffled, poking his chest in anger.
“Whoever is coming for you or whatever situation you’re gonna be involved with, know I wouldn’t of changed being by your side for nobody. I ain’t never loved nobody like I love you. And you know what the hardest part of this is Fez?” Your voice cracked and tears fell from his eyes. It was hard for him too but nobody could see that right now.
“Is that you made me seem like the easiest thing to let go.” You grabbed your car keys from the bowl. Ash ran to you, throwing his arms around you. He didn’t want you to go. Fuck, Fez didn’t want you to go. He just couldn’t promise your safety anymore.
“I love you kid, keep practicing your math yeah?” You kissed the top of his head before turning on your heel.
“I’m gonna sit in my car for ten minutes. I’m gonna let you think about your decision Fez. I’m not running away but I’m not begging to stay. If I don’t see you in ten minutes, than I know that we’re done but just know, I fucking love you.” The moment you stepped out the door, Fez broke down. Ash had no sympathy for him. Faye felt kinda bad. She understood what it was like to have a boyfriend that wanted to protect their other half.
“If you don’t run after her, god fuckin’ help me ima leave to.”
Summary - Months on end of different emotions, mood swings and cravings. You and Fez really did go through it all together - Ash did to, he kinda had no choice. This is how it went from just being two young adults in love, to becoming parents.
Words - 5k
Warnings - fluff, angst, mentions of birth, arguing
A/N - this is the third and final part to this mini series! I hope y’all enjoyed
Pregnancy altered your life forever. It’s made you realise how fragile and important life is. It’s made you understand the concept of ‘protection’ to a level past what you had thought. Nothing in the world could prevent you from looking after this unborn baby, regardless of anyones actions and opinions. You were capable of being able to grow a healthy baby in a time span of nine months and it continued to amaze not just you, but everyone around you.
Within a couple of days of Fez knowing you were pregnant, an appointment had been booked. Sitting in a waiting room full of full-term pregnant women, really worried you. Fezco hadn’t seen anything like it before. There were some judgemental looks from the mothers sat opposite you. Fez laced his fingers with yours in a way to calm your nerves.
“Does that shit not put you off? I feel like I’m getting judged more here than I would if I fucking danced the Macarena on the X factor.” You grumbled to your boyfriend.
“Ion think you going on X factor a good idea Ma.” He chuckled.
“But what is a good idea is that we go and see what’s going on here.” He pointed to your lower stomach and you just nodded.
“Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” A nurse called out and you wanted to vomit right there and then. You stood up with Fez and followed the nurse to a private room. Fez refused to let go of your hand. He didn’t show it, but he was on tipping point with his nerves. Of course he wouldn’t put that on you.
You’d watched enough movies and shows to know what was gonna happen next. The nurse would ask you a fuck tonne of questions like “when was the positive result?” or “when was the date of conceiving?” Then of course would come the announcement of “This gel is gonna be cold so brace it.”
And for the fact it wasn’t the nicest day for warm weather, the gel was fairly fucking cold.
“The train track noise you’re hearing, is a healthy heartbeat.” The nurse announced, and you looked at Fez with wide eyes. It was all coming so surreal.
“And this small area here, would be your baby.” A tear fell from your eye and Fez padded it away with your thumb.
“That’s our baby.” You whispered, whilst Fez had his signature grin plastered on his face.
“Baby is the size of a jellybean, I’m gonna say you’ve just gone past 8 weeks of this pregnancy.” The nurse continued.
“We got our own lil bean in there.” Fez kissed your cheek.
“You mind if we get pictures of this?” Fez asked the nurse and she smiled happily.
“I can print some of them off for you.” From that moment, everything slowly began falling into place. Your very first ultrasound pictures had a very significant meaning to you and Fez. He kept one in his wallet, Ash had one framed, there was one of the fridge and Fez had even placed one of them next to his grandma.
“You finna call the baby jellybean now?” Ash laughed as Fez explained how the doctors visit went.
“If he gets his way the baby is gonna be called M and M.” You laughed and it was moments like this that Fez really fucking treasured with you.
Time went on ever so slowly, especially since your morning sickness had just about calmed itself down. You knew you’d start showing soon and keeping a bump a secret wouldn’t exactly be the easiest thing to do. It was only Ash and Fez that knew you were pregnant.
“Ion see why we’ve gotta tell everybody. Dunno how I’m meant to protect you and jellybean from shit if everyone is up in our business.” Fez admitted as he drove you to Maddy’s house. All of the girls were there and it seemed a convenient time to just tell them all at once. You had gone past 12 weeks and you had been told that this time was usually a good time to tell friends and family.
“When they start wandering why I’m not at parties or drinking at parties, they’re gonna be more in our business, questioning things.” You told him and he nodded. Although your baby had grown a bit bigger within the past month, Fez refused to drop the nickname Jellybean. Even you and Ash had picked up on it without realising.
“You call me when you want picking up and I’ll be there.” Fez pulled up to the house. You leaned over and kissed him.
“We love you.” Fezco’s heart warmed the hell up. He had loved you for all these years and somehow his love just continued to grow.
“I love you both.” He made sure you got into the house safely before driving away.
“Y/N I fucking love you, but why the fuck do you look so serious?” Maddy asked and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.
“Ima need you all in a circle, right now, on the floor.” You demanded. The girls that were there were Maddy, Kat, Cassie, Jules and Rue.
“Why do I feel like we’re throwing an intervention for you?” Cassie questioned.
“Because I’m gonna need one.” You told her.
“I’m beyond fucking confused with you Y/N, Fez been giving you drugs or something?” Rue asked seriously and you laughed.
“Fuck you.” It was now or never.
“So you’re probably wandering why I wanted us to all be together on a random day like a Thursday.” You began.
“How do y’all feel about being aunties?” It was Kat who clocked on first.
“No fucking way.” She squealed, quick to gently wrap her arms around you. Then came Maddy, Jules and Cassie.
“None of you have nieces and nephews. Neither do I. So how would we know about the feeling of being an auntie if we aren’t one? You feel me? I’m particularly confused.” Rue announced.
“No you dumbass, Fez and I are having a baby.” It took her a few moments to process the sentence that just came out of your mouth.
“Holy fuck ima be an auntie.” She couldn’t really tell if she was tripping or not. All of the girls were so happy. They were sort of the only ones you could tell outside of Fez and Ash. You had no family on your side, so telling your friends was the next best thing. And boy were they so happy.
“Y/N what the fuck are you doing awake at 3am?” Ash groaned as he watched you pace around the kitchen.
“Dude, ima need you to drive me to the store.” There was no way you could wake up Fez again. For a few weeks, you’d had quite the cravings. Mainly savoury food but when you thought about a particular thing, you couldn’t help but really want it.
“You can put the gun down, I’m not a robber. We have no fucking chicken nuggets.” You whispered.
“Fez won’t let me drive anywhere and I’ve already woken him up enough. Actually I’m kind of glad you’re awake because I was hoping it would be you and I really need these fucking nuggets.” You ranted to Ash. If he didn’t love you, he would’ve certainly told you to fuck off.
“What brand and what store? I can’t mess this shit up, I can’t deal with your tears.” Ash admitted and you smirked.
“The twenty-four seven one that’s literally down the street or do I want McDonald’s nuggets.” You put a finger on your chin as you began to think.
“Ima fall asleep standing up.” Ash warned.
“Surprise me.” You told him.
“Last time I fucking surprised you, you cried. You cried because I got it wrong and then you cried because you felt bad for being mean. So ima just decide and say both because then you can’t cry.” Man this kid was the best.
“La you!“ You whisper shouted as he left through the front door.
“Ma?” Fez called out.
“In the kitchen.” He was quick to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen.
“I woke up and you weren’t there. The fuck you doing up this early and why is Ash gone?” He questioned.
“We have no nuggets babe, I have eaten so many nuggets over this short amount of time. Fuck me, maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to go get me some. Am I fat? Do you still love me Fez-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he placed his lips on yours to shut you up.
“You ain’t fat, you just cravin’ the good stuff. Jellybean gon’ be a fucking nugget instead.” Fez laughed.
“But why didn’t you wake me up? I don’t care what time it is mamas, you gotta wake me up when you need shit.” Fez told you.
“I felt bad.”
“Ain’t gotta feel bad Y/N, you ma fucking girl. I do it cause I care.” You two must’ve been going back and forth with your conversation for a while because Ash was soon back. He had carrier bags of nuggets and a big ass McDonald’s bag
“I broke every driving law tryna get there and back quick.” Ash handed you the bags.
“You been breaking every driving law since you decided to start driving way before you turned the legal age buddy.” You laughed and gave him a hug.
“You’re lucky I got love for you.” The waterworks made their way to your eyes and Ash was quick to pull away.
“Ain’t no fucking way you crying cause of that. Love ya but no.”
Fez couldn’t exactly say no to you at any point during your pregnancy. Being raised by one hell of a women, he knew how to respect and love them. He was super protective and was yet to go against his promise. You, Fez, Ash and Faye were currently watching Stand By Me. A movie in which you and Fez has claimed to be the best. Ash disregarded the fact he had to watch this nearly everyday because it meant keeping his brother and sister in law happy.
“So Y/N, you having a boy or girl?” Faye dragged her sentence, getting ready to light a blunt.
“Faye take that shit outside, don’t need jellybean inhaling that shit.” Fez glared at her. She mumbled a sorry and rushed outside.
“Watchu thinking about Ma?” Fez asked. Your head was on his chest as you laid on top of him.
“We haven’t decided if we wanna know.”
“Elaborate.”
“Whether we’re having a boy or girl. Do you wanna find out? Or keep is a surprise?” You asked him.
“Whatever you wanna do baby, I ain’t against yo decisions.” Fez told you.
“Nah, it’s not just about my decisions, this is an us situation.” Ash couldn’t help but snicker at the two of you.
“I’m down to keeping it a surprise.” Fez didn’t want to cause an argument.
“Then I’m down with that to. What about you Ash?” You asked him.
“Y/N, it ain’t my kid, so I ain’t gotta say.” You laughed at his words. Maybe keeping the gender a surprise would make the rest of the pregnancy more exciting. Who knows? After all this was your first pregnancy.
Pregnancy was a rollercoaster of up and downs. Sure growing a baby was a huge positive but nobody really told you about the downs. Your cravings didn’t bother you. The weight gain sometimes bothered you but the mood swings were lethal. One minute you’d be laughing and the next you were crying.
The baby shower was one you’d certainly never forget. Maddy had surprised you with a whole ass stroller in which you later found out her and Ash had a fight over who would be buying it. Cassie got drunk and started saying how much she’d miss you once your baby was born. Not that you were going anywhere, but you certainly wouldn’t be going to as many parties anymore. Kat and Jules had prepared hamper gift baskets including things like diapers, baby clothes, wipes and teddy bears. Rue had opted to gift both you and Fez packs of Jellybeans as a gesture to the babies nickname.
The end of your pregnancy was fast approaching and it was a lot harder to do your normal day-to-day activities.
“You ain’t going Y/N.” Fez would say and once he saw your frown, it was more “you ain’t going without me.”
“You can’t just use the oven without me or Ash, you’ll get burned.”
“You’re not driving.”
“Stop reaching for the high cupboards, just ask.”
Eventually it got to the point where you were annoyed. Annoyed with how long this pregnancy had gone on for and annoyed that you were being deprived of what you’d do in a normal day.
“Y/N don’t-“ Before Fez couldn’t finish his sentence, you snapped.
“Fez I’m not fucking incapable!” You’d snap.
“I haven’t been able to do things independently and everyone seems to think I’m made of glass. I’m not Fez. I’m sick and tired of someone have to be watching my every move. So what if I burn myself on the stove? If I burn my hand it sure as hell ain’t gonna affect this chunky ass bean in my belly.” You huffed. He’d have to try and hide the smirk on his face.
“I know I’m sorry mamas. I just don’t want you to hurt yo’self you know?” Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a big sigh.
“Our baby will be here soon and it’ll all be okay.” He reassured you.
What nobody knew was that when Fez would go in and take care of his grandma, he’d often talk about you. She wasn’t able to respond and react, but he felt at peace knowing he could just open up to her.
“You always told me about falling in love grandma. Ya told me it was the worst thing I could do.” He’d begin.
“But I think even you know how long I’ve been in love with that girl. I ain’t letting nothin touch her. We all miss you. You’re gonna be a fucking great grand-mother. Will I regret telling ya that? You’d kick my ass if you could.” He’d chuckle.
“Y/N’s one hell of a girl grandma, and this baby is my everything. I gotta be a real ass father figure. I ain’t having none of thay reluctant, dead-beat baby daddy shit. I’m in this for the long run.” He’d admit.
And then it hit your due date. A lot of shit had happened over the nine months you’d been pregnant. One of the most recent ones being that Rue had gotten herself in a bit of a shit situation and decided to come to your shared home. After throwing your man into the wall, Fez had no other choice but to kick her out. Ash gave you a sad look, knowing that Rue was practically family.
It was around 4pm on this particular dad. You and Fez had just gotten back from a long ass walk. Something that’s meant to help induce your labour.
“Feelin’ any different?” Ash asked from the table whilst he was counting money.
“I’m feeling fucking tired, I need a nap.” You groaned and headed towards the bedroom. You put on Fezco’s sweats and a loose top and got straight in.
“Look I have a friend coming over.” Fez admitted to his brother, turning around to make sure you weren’t in earshot.
“She’s been going through a lot and I said she could come and chill.” Ash stopped what he was doing.
“This friend is a she?” He questioned in which his brother nodded.
“Who the fuck is it?” Ash pushed it.
“Lexi Howard.”
“You’re fucked up in the head, you know that? It’s not as if you’re pregnant ass girlfriend hates her or anything is it?” Ash asked sarcastically. Fez let out a sigh as Ash headed down to the garage. You on the other hand, were passed out asleep. What woke you up was little jellybean practically beating the shit out of you.
“Thanks for the wake up call.” You groaned. Letting out a yawn, you got out of bed and opened the door. Hearing ‘stand by me’ echo through the home, you thought Ash and Fez were watching the movie together. It brought a smile to your face. However, your smile soon faded as you neared the living room. Standing with your arms over your chest. You heard Lexi and Fez. You were raging. Deciding to stay silent, you wanted to see how this would pan out. Then Fez reached over to place his hand in Lexi’s. Faye noticed you and gave you a sympathetic smile, she did feel bad for you in this situation.
“Well you two look awfully comfy.” You chuckled wickedly and Fez quickly retrieved his hand away from Lexi.
“Oh you been crying? Did the movie make you cry?” You questioned her.
“For a fact I’ve wanted to beat your ass for hella time. You’re giving me plenty of fucking reasons as to why I should do it now.” You raised your sleeves.
“I’m not fighting a pregnant women.” Lexi laughed.
“Well a pregnant women is fighting you.” You went to swing for her but Fez was quick to catch your fist.
“What else you been doing when my eyes are fucking closed Fez? You gonna sit here and watch the movie we always watch together and act like a happy couple?” You were getting angrier.
“Don’t be so fucking delusional Y/N.” Lexi muttered.
“Get her the fuck outta my house.” You shoved Fez out the way.
“For someone who wants to protect their girlfriend and defend her through thick and thin, you ain’t doing shit.” You pointed a finger at your boyfriend.
“As for you, you know what, do what the fuck you want. You’re just like your sister anyway.” Ash had come through, hearing all of the commotion.
“What the hell did you just say to me?” Lexi stood up to your level.
“You fucking heard me.” You growled.
“Swear this shit ain’t good for the baby.” Faye muttered to Ash.
“I knew this shit was too good to be true.” Fez looked at you confused.
“Bet you only stayed with me because I’m having your baby right? I mean she’s obviously the girl you’ve been in love with. I should’ve seen it on New Years. You didn’t mean any of your goddamn apologies did you?“ Maybe you were being dramatic but you sure as hell were not tolerating this bullshit.
“How the fuck could you say that Ma? Don’t fucking talk to me like that. I’ve put so much shit on the line for you and this baby, don’t throw it back in my face.” Fez snapped and your face dropped.
“Lexi I’m giving you to the count of three to get the fuck out of this house.” She didn’t budge and you took this opportunity to connect your fist to her cheek. Ash was quick to jump in and pull you away as Fez pushed Lexi aside.
“You fuckin crazy Y/N.” Fez had seemed to be the more annoyed one in this situation now. Tears welled up in your eyes.
“You good Lexi?” Fez asked her, searching her eyes to see if he could read her. Jellybean started to do what felt like somersaults in your tummy, and it didn’t feel that great.
“I’m good, I might need an ice pack.” She looked at him lovingly.
“Ash please get her out.” You whispered, quickly wiping away a stray tear that felt from your eye.
“Lexi ima need you to leave.” Ash spoke up. He’d never really said much to her in the whole time he’d known her.
“Ash-“ Fez began.
“Look what she’s done to you bro, you fucking wildin. You don’t act like that when she’s here but the moment she is, you suddenly go off on yo girl? Nah fuck you man.” Lexi took this as her excuse to leave.
“Couldn’t just stay in bed?” Fez muttered to you.
“Couldn’t just not touch other women?” You snapped.
“Watchu gonna do Fezco? Run after her?” You carried on.
“If she’d turned around and hit you, this argument may not have been the outcome and we’d have been in the hospital.” Fez pinched the bridge of his nose.
“That pussy wouldn’t dare touch me.”
“Dumb move fucking hitting her though? You’re nine months pregnant Y/N, you’ve got a whole ass baby in there. You really wanted to risk all of dat?” Fezco shouted at you.
“You fucking risked our relationship once again! So tell me, why were you holding hands?” You asked and even Ash was intrigued to know.
“It was a comfort thing.” Fez snapped and the pain in your stomach started to increase.
“Bullshit.” You grumbled. You had to walk over to the sofa to hold onto it. This pain certainly didn’t feel like braxton hicks.
“You make me out to be this massive asshole…” Fez began.
“Because you fucking are! How can I trust you with her?” Your voice squeaked as a sharp pain went through you.
“We’ve been together all of these years and now you’re doubting my trust? I wouldn’t have agreed to have this fucking baby if this is what was gonna happen.” And that was your breaking point. You clutched onto your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes.
“That was so mean of you.” Faye muttered to Fez as she excused herself.
“Yo Y/N, you good?” Ash asked, noticing how pale you had gotten. Fez had one of the most chilled attitudes known to man. You two arguing was rare but when it happened, boy the two of you were fucking awful. You gripped onto the sofa real hard as the pain took over again.
“I’m fine-“ You began, and just like the movies, a water like substance practically feel out of you.
“Oh my fuck.” Your jaw-dropped. Fez looked like he had seen a ghost.
“I can’t have this fucking baby, what the fuck?” You groaned.
“Watchu mean? Your water just broke.” Ash stated the obvious.
“Yeah in Fez’s sweats, I need to fucking change first.” You groaned.
“Go and be there for your women. Is it that hard?” Ash shoved his brother. Fez was in major shock. Yeah for sure he had nerves about being a dad throughout the whole pregnancy, but now it felt like something he couldn’t describe. Not to mention, the two of you had once again bickered over the infamous Lexi Howard.
“Ma? You okay?” Fez asked as he saw you throw his sweats in the wash basket.
“You made it seem like having this baby was some sorta agreement Fez.” He knew he’d fucked up.
“We went through picking out shit for the nursery, coming up with names, dealing with everything. Then you throw my insecurity in my face and make it seem like you shouldn’t have agreed to the baby.” Before he could say anything, you leaned over in pain again.
“You’re okay, it’s okay.” Fez rubbed your back.
“This isn’t okay. It’s fucking killing me.” You harshly breathed in and out until the contraction was over. His hand never left your back as he whispered reassurances.
“I know you think I apologise just because I’m in the wrong when we argue. I only apologise when I understand what I’ve done wrong okay Ma? I am sorry. She needed a friends shoulder to cry on. It prolly wasn’t the best girl to have and I didn’t consider your feelings. I’ll admit I was a fucking dick yet again. I love you and I love Jellybean-“ Before he could continue his apologetic rant, you put a hand on his chest.
“Babe please, I need to get to the hospital. They’re getting worse.” Calling for Ash to start the car, he grabbed your already made hospital bag. Fez set the alarms to the house and helped escort you to the car.
“Step on it Ash.”
The nurses had settled you in pretty quick. Endless hours of sitting, enduring pain. The whole labour thing was some painful ass shit. Fezco admired you for it. He’d always admired women and their capabilities of doing strong shit like this. Ash wanted to be nowhere near the delivery suite. He didn’t wanna see or hear nothing so he sat in the waiting room and played on his phone. Fez however, was prepared to see a different doctor about a broken hand. You’d never gripped on it so hard in your life, and you hadn’t even started pushing yet.
“You sure you don’t want an epidural? You still have time.” Fez brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
“I ain’t taking no drugs Fez, I just want Bean out.” You threw your head back in frustration.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You groaned.
“Like what ma?”
“You always give me this look when I do powerful women shit.” You laughed.
“Because I’m proud of you, and I’m still really sorry about Le-“
“Don’t fucking bring up her name in this room, it’s done. The situation is over. I’m fine, you’re fine, Ash is fine, the baby is fine. We’re fine okay?” You pinky promised him. Soon enough the nurse came in to check how dilated you were. As she was doing what she had to do, Fez reached down to kiss you.
“I am so fucking in love witchu.”
“I love you too.”
“Y/N, you’re officially ten centimetres.”
Going through labour and pushing were two of the worst pains. You were grateful to have Fezco next to you, but the god awful aches and pain you were going through were not fun. You pushed for what felt like an eternity and Fez was there to wipe your sweat away with a cloth and hold your hand. He’d give you certain compliments that obviously didn’t stick with you right there and then, but you knew you’d appreciate them more after.
“Come on Y/N, you’re nearly there.” The nurse encouraged you. With a scream and a push, the sound of cries echoed through the hospital room.
“It’s a boy!” The nurse declared and you looked at Fez and immediately started crying.
“Jellybean is a boy.” Were your first words.
“You done it baby.” Fez felt a tear fall down his own cheek. He was offered to cut the chord and happily did so. His whole world just felt like it had come together. The sight in front of him made him feel ultra guilty for some of the shit he had ever said or put you through.
The nurses had cleaned you up and placed your baby onto your chest - something about skin to skin contact being the best way to make a relationship with your baby.
“Hey buddy, I’m your mom.” You whispered, his hand wrapping around your finger. You looked over at Fez who seemed to have more tears down his eyes now than what he did before. You reached over and gently grabbed the side of his jaw.
“We’re parents now babe.” He snuck you a kiss and it was a very bittersweet moment. You knew this baby was gonna have the upmost love that could be given.
“You want to hold your son?” That question made him sniffle. For a very badass, gangsta type of guy, Fez rarely showed his vulnerable side. But the fact his girlfriend and baby boy were sat just next to him, he couldn’t help but be emotional.
“More than anything.” Fez cradled him like he was never gonna let go. A short period of time went and you knew you had to get Ash in here.
“I may have brought out all of the stocks for our baby being born.” Fez told you before he headed out. You shook the confusion of what he just said off and took the time to admire your little prince.
Fez made his way to the waiting room and in the corner next to the vending machine, was his younger brother. He walked over and took a seat next to him.
“You’re a real ass uncle now Ash.” Fez grinned.
“You wanna come and meet your nephew?” Ashtray’s eyes nearly fell out of your head. Secretly he had prayed that you’d have a boy. Not that he was against having a niece, but something about him just wanted you and Fez to have a son. He’d never followed his brother so quickly.
“Hey Ash.” You smiled weakly, feeling the overwhelming sense of tiredness wash over you.
“Proud of you.” Ash smiled, taking a seat next to Fez.
“You wanna hold him?” Fez asked and at first he was hesitant.
“I ain’t never held a baby befo’.” He admitted.
“Get used to it Ash, he’s gonna be in yo life forever.” Fez told him. Ash gently rocked him in his arms after you handed him over. It was a whole new life you guys were all gonna have to get used to.
“I ain’t letting no motherfucker near you kid.” You wouldn’t sassed him for his cursing around the baby, but it was such a cute moment.
“Protective, just like your brother.” You grinned.
“Y’all picked out a name yet?” Ash asked, not wanting to take his eyes off of his nephew.
“Beau Ash O’Neill.” Fez had his hand laced with yours once again as you told Ashtray the babies name.
“Ash? As in me? His middle name is my nickname? I mean I love his first name cause it’s like bow and arrow but like Ash?” He questioned.
“Dude you’re his godfather too.” Fez told him and his eyes widened.
“You two are crazy.” He chuckled.
“We’re all crazy, but look where crazy got us. I couldn’t be more happier.” You admitted.
“Go to sleep baby, we’ve got him.” Fez reassured you. You were hesitant but couldn’t keep your stinging eyes open for much longer. Fez placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You really ready for this?” Ash questioned his brother.
“I gotchu, my girl and my son. That’s all I need to know that I’m fucking ready.”
Summary - Part 2 to Stress and Secrets! Your truth has been revealed, making you seem like such a hypocrite. Fezco thinks about how much he had hurt you and feels like a real idiot.
Words - 1.5k
Warnings - angst then fluff
A/N- Oh my fuck, so many of you requested a part two and when you ask, I aim to deliver! A lot of you also wanted to be tagged, and I’m so sorry I didn’t, there was just hundreds of you! Thankyou for the support!
Spinning around, Fez nearly fell on his ass when he heard those words come from his brothers mouth. Your mouth was suddenly dry. Fez grabbed the tests.
“Ion even know how to read these things, how the fuck did you?” Fez muttered.
“The box was in the bathroom trash can.” You wanted to smack yourself. The one thing you’d forgot to do, was hide the evidence.
“You’re being awfully quiet over there.” Both of their eyes were on you and quite honestly, it felt very intimidating.
“I um, I…” You stuttered on your words, the thought of trying to explain this one was a lot harder than you thought.
“You had a lot of words to say back there, so why don’t you start using them?” Fezco’s mood was really hard to tell. Was he still pissed off at you?
“Easy.” Ash warned his brother.
“You’re surprised that I didn’t tell you but look at how mean your mouth is tonight.” You spat.
“Ma look, ion know what to make of this situation right now, but please, tell me what’s going on.” Fez sighed.
“I was throwing up and I knew I wasn’t sick because it just felt different. I don’t know how to explain it. Something just didn’t sit right with me. On the off chance I went to the store and just picked some tests up-“ You were choking up.
“I tried to tell you I was sick but I couldn’t get a word in without you biting my ass back.” You said and neither of them really knew what to say.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I guess it makes me a hypocrite right? For asking you to communicate when I didn’t.” Fez put the tests down on the kitchen side.
“Ma, we can fight and argue like an old marry couple for as long as we want. Ain’t nothing gonna change about how much I care about you.” Your emotions were running wild already so it wasn’t a surprise when the waterworks were starting up again.
“Ayo baby, come on now, none of that.” He wrapped his arms around you. Ash made his way over to the couch and stayed in earshot of the conversation (not wanting to interrupt fully). Fez gently lifted you and sat you down on the counter, being mindful of his injured hand. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he was in-between your legs with his hands on your waist.
“Are you angry at me? For real?” You asked timidly, not knowing exactly where the two of you stood.
“Y/N, that shit back there with Lexi Howard, ain’t none of that you gotta worry about. I’m sorry okay? You are the only girl I care about and that shit I pulled, it wasn’t good. As for the house living situation, I’m a fucking asshole for that. My girl don’t deserve that.” Fez admitted.
“Ion deserve a girl like you, you know that? Fuck you’ve been there for me and Ash since the good ole days.” Fez cuddled you once again.
“I love you too much to let you go over stupid shit you know that?” He questioned.
“I love you too.” Fezco’s eyes landed back on the pregnancy tests that were just a few centimetres away from where you were sat. He hasn’t said anything so you pulled away from the hug to see what he was looking at. Your heart dropped again.
“I know I’ve been an asshole, but that is one thing we should’ve gone through together.” Fez was absolutely shitting himself at the thought of being a dad? Not the fact he was young, but the thought of having to be a father figure to a little baby was definitely something he hadn’t thought about.
“We can’t have a baby can we? Not with the line of work we’re both in Fez. What if we argue all of the time? I can’t have that shit for our kid.” You admitted. Fez was at defeat and there was very few times he had ever felt that way.
“Y/N what are you tryna say?” Fez questioned.
“You really think we can raise a kid? Fez we got raided a few weeks ago. That’s only one of the little things we’ve been through without a baby being in the picture.” He couldn’t really believe these words were coming out of your mouth but all he knew, was that he had to be there for you.
“Do you rememeber that time we came home and Ash was a baby just lying in the middle of the hallway?” Fez questioned.
“I remember it clear as day.”
“You remember how we’d stay up till early hours of the morning tryna get him to sleep? How we took care of him all through his childhood? How we’re still doing it now?” Fez continued to ask.
“Ma listen, all I’m tryna say, is that we’re not incapable of being parents.” Fez was searching your face, trying to read the expression you were holding.
“It’s not that I don’t want a baby with you. Fuck Fez, I’ve wanted all of my firsts with you. It’s just, I’m nervous as fuck.” You frowned and his hands once again snaked around your waist.
“So am I baby, so am I. Ima respect your decision, regardless of what you’re thinking in that cute ass brain of yours.” You smiled lightly.
“You really think we can do it?” You questioned him further.
“I think it’s gonna be hard, but if we’ve got each-other, we’ve got nothing to lose.” He laced his fingers with yours.
“I love you, you know that?” You asked him.
“Of course I do, I love you too. We just gotta get over our rough patches right?” You nodded in agreement.
“Fuck man, we’re having a baby.” When Fez had said that out loud, he couldn’t quite believe it. Growing up without a father, made him think about how much of a good father he should be. He helped you hop down from the counter and pulled you in for a kiss.
“Yo Ash, get over here man.” Fez called for his brother, who was evidently tired considering he was headed to go to sleep hours ago.
“What are you thinking about?” Fez asked Ash.
“Well obviously you dumb fucks couldn’t keep it together and be safe.” He said sternly.
“Now there’s a baby on the way.” He continued, his eyes switching from looking at his older brother and back to you.
“Ima be a fucking uncle.” Ash hugged you. He rarely ever hugged anyone. In fact, he never hugged anyone. He wasn’t the kind of teenager to do that.
“You gon be a fucking uncle.” Fez patted his back as he pulled away from the hug.
“Listen Ash, you gotta baby proof the shit outta this place.” Fez told his younger brother, who had already been thinking about what he was gonna do to protect his niece/nephew.
“Lemme handle everything, you look after my sister.” Ash waved you both goodnight and headed towards his room.
“We gotta book appointments now you know that?” You asked Fez and he nodded, a timid smile appearing on his face.
“Me n my baby, be having a baby. This shit can’t be for real.” He was still in shock and quite frankly, so were you. He held your hand and guided you to your shared bedroom.
“First thing tomorrow we’ve gotta call up the hospital. Sometimes pregnancy tests can have false positives.” You told him while he grabbed some of his clothes for you to wear.
“Ain’t no way you got three positives and they all false.” Fez shook his head.
“Besides, yo coconuts have gotten a bit bigger.” He smirked. You looked down and surely enough, they had slightly grown.
“How the fuck did you notice that before me?” You questioned, changing out of your New Years outfit and into some sweats and a jumper.
“I’m practically inside of you every-“ He began and you threw a pillow at him.
“Could’ve mentioned it asshole.” You laughed. Laying down beside you, Fez threw his around around your waist.
“I gotta lot of thinkin’ to do now Ma, a lot of shit is gonna have to change for our baby.” Fez told you. Of course things had to change.
“I ain’t changing who I am and neither will Ash. You know that nothing can stop what we’ve grown up to do okay?” Fez asked you and you nodded.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Fez traced circles on your hip. You took a deep breath.
“I was never gonna ask you to change your ways Fez, it’s a big part of you. It’s how we make our money. Protecting this baby is gonna be one fucking hell of a ride.” You admitted to him and he sighed.
“I ain’t gon lie, things are gonna be hard. This lil baby is gonna have the best set of people around him, ima look after all of you, I promise.” He kissed your tummy despite their not being a bump.
“I la you ma, and my lil mini me. Now come over here so we can finally have our New Years kiss.”
