fezco | nsfw alphabet

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

• Fez is the GOD of aftercare. He is so sweet, no matter what. If you want a bath, he’ll get it ready for you, if you wanna eat, he’ll order something and take it to you, so you don’t have to move.
• If all you want are cuddles, then he’s down for it. He really loves to hold you in between his arms, caressing your skin and whispering how good you were and how much he loves you.
• If he didn’t love the sex so much, aftercare would probably be his favorite part.

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

• Ask him this and it will legit take him hours to answer. Fez wouldn’t be able to choose just one thing about you because in his eyes you’re flawless. Utterly gorgeous. He loves all of you.
• His favorite part of himself… he’d have to say his hands. They bring you so much pleasure, and he uses them to keep you safe. It sounds odd, but it makes perfect sense to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

• He is pretty responsible, let’s state that. He knows that getting you pregnant is literally the last thing you two need at the moment, so normally he’d use a condom.
• And even if you happen to be in the pill, he doesn’t like to take much risks, he may cum inside you once or twice, but most of the time he does it on your chest, your thighs, your back, or your mouth. It’s hotter that way.

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

• Since you two are really secretive about your affairs, he can’t help but wonder how thrilling it would be to fuck in a place where you can get caught.
• He’ll never admit that, though, he respects you too much to put you out in the open like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• Fez hasn’t really had the time to go fucking around and having lots of sex, but he knows enough to have you moaning his name.
• Still, he’s a quick learner, it didn’t take him long to pick up on what you liked and get really good on it.
• Like really, really good at it. Fez has positively ruined you for other men.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

• Any position that lets him look at your face while he fucks you, it feels more intimate, and yes, it does wonders for his dick to see your eyes rolling to the back of your head while he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

• Fezco being Fezco will definitely say a funny thing or two, but wouldn’t turn the whole thing into a joke though. He likes the intimacy of it, it’s very important for him.

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

• Being honest, he doesn’t really care. He’ll trim it just so it won’t bother you.
• He has no problem with body hair. It’s natural. He likes natural. So all it matters to him is that you’re comfortable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

• Your lives can be pretty hectic at times, so when you are having sex is one of the few moments where you two are completely alone and able to enjoy each other’s company. So it is a pretty big deal to both.
• He’s not sweet to the point you cringe, but he is sweet enough to have you blushing the entire time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

• He’s never had much time to do it. Before he met you he did it to blow off some steam and relax after a long day.
• He doesn’t do it so often now that he’s with you, he knows that if he’s ever in the mood, you’ll welcome him with open arms. Or legs, for that matter.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Fez is kinky, but not too much, y’know? He doesn’t consider himself a freak, but he does have some kinks he’s afraid to voice in case you get too freaked out.
• He’s into praise, both giving and receiving. It makes him feel even better when he knows you like what he’s doing to you.
• And on a more… kinky side, he’s slightly into overstimulation or orgasm denial, having complete control of your pleasure drives him crazy. Marking your body with hickeys, also a bit of bondage, but that one is reserved for when you’ve been teasing him for too long.
• And for sure, he can really turn into a teasing bastard when he combines bondage with orgasm denial, to then switch to overstimulation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

• No matter what, his bedroom or yours will always be god tier to him, nothing compares to the comfort and privacy you have there; it allows him to truly do whatever he wants to you, to not hold back.
• But if the urge presents, he’s willing to fuck in other places too, like his car, a bathroom during a party, an empty room in the store if things are really heated. May Ash forgive him.

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

• It’s not hard to turn Fez on. It goes from little things like biting your lip, to doing a whole show, like striptease.
• Simple things get him going, like knowing you want him as badly as he does. Seeing you wearing his clothes.
• Also, knee socks really do it for him, especially when you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of knee socks.
• But truth? The one thing that will make him give in no matter the situation, is neck kisses. Fez lives for neck kisses, those are his kryptonite.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Sharing. He really, really doesn’t like to share, especially not you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman, the answer is still no. You’re all his, he’s all yours. That’s the end of it.

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

• Fez loves to receive, but more than anything he loves to give. He’s simply a giver and that’s it.
• If it were up to him, he’d spent the rest of his life between your thighs, making you cum again, and again, and again, until all that leaves your mouth is his name.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

• It depends a lot of the mood and the type of sex.
• If he’s making love to you, then he’d be slow and deep, whispering softly how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, caressing your skin.
• If it’s jealous/angry sex, then he’d be rough most of the time, pounding you to the mattress or whatever surface you’re on, while reminding you you’re his and his only, marking your body with little love bites and hickeys.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

• He’d rather have his time with you to do things right, but if the opportunity presents, Fez will never turn down a quickie. At least not when it’s on a decent moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

• He’s willing to experiment as long as you’re not at risk, if it involves harming you, he’s not really down for it unless you promise you’re completely okay with it.
• And yeah, for you, he’s willing to experiment. Who knows? Maybe you’ll discover new kinks together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

• Fez will last for two rounds, three when he’s feeling restless. But do not worry, those two rounds will last a loooong time, rest assured, you’ll be completely worn out & satisfied by the time he’s done with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• He doesn’t own any, but if you do, then he’d be down to use them only with the purpose of teasing the life out of you, but he’d never, ever let you cum because of them.
• He’d tease you until you’re begging for release, and he’d help you finish by burying himself deep inside you and finishing the job himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• As calm and innocent as Fez looks, he can be such a teasing little shit. He knows exactly what to say, where to touch you and what to do to get you turned on. And all while pretending to be oblivious to what he’s doing to you.
• If you’re into that, then he can tease you until your begging for him to fuck you senseless.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

• He’s not loud. But he’d whisper things in your ear, whether it’s praise or dirty talk, and would often let out a groan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

• Fezco has like… the dirtiestmouthever. The first time he talked dirty to you, you genuinely let out a gasp, getting caught off guard.
• And ever since that moment, Fez knew dirty talk got you going, and oh boy, doesn’t he enjoy making you blush and wet your panties left and right.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

• He’s a good 7.5 inches, which is really impressive. He doesn’t really like to brag about it though, he’s the type of guy that only smirks when asked.

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

• It’s pretty high, there’s no point in lying. There’s days where he wakes up and the only thing he can think about is fucking you.
• And even on normal days, the thought of having sex with you is on his mind at all times. After all, he’s still young and his hormones are all over the place.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• He never falls asleep before you do, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy before sleeping, and mostly, watching you asleep in between his arms—most of the times with your head against his chest—, is what eventually lulls him to sleep.

Chapter Nine: I Got You, Babe

You came in swinging like Apollo,
I’ll be feeling it tomorrow,
No, I ain’t seeing straight, hyperventilate,
Knees begin to wobble, you cut my breaks and hit the throttle,
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted,
Just your silhouette makes me break a sweat,
I’m in trouble.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters:Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 2,540

Chapter Warnings: References to drug use, references to past threatened sexual assault, swearing, talks of guns, Rue being manic

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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You sat across the room from Rue, watching her as her eyes darted around, often hovering over Fez’s grandma as if she expected the woman to turn her head and stare back.

Your leg bounced as you thought of the man in the next room. He was what you’d always imagined a drug dealer to be like. Pushy, threatening, and hard.

Sure, your old dealer wasn’t anywhere near as bad. He didn’t push drugs, but he definitely wasn’t to be fucked with, and although he was much less creepy than Mouse, you knew that he didn’t only take monetary payments. If you were pretty enough, he’d let you suck his dick for a bump of cocaine. He was intimidating and seedy, and ready to stab a bitch for looking at him the wrong way, but still… He was a legion above Mouse.

Fezwas the real anomaly.

Deciding that you needed to keep your shaking hands busy, you began to re-dress Fez’s Grandma before Rue spoke in a hushed whisper,

“Yo, what are you doing here anyway?”

You tried to shush her, not wanting Mouse to hear either of you. You’d experienced the guy once, you weren’t looking for a reunion any time soon. But your own curiosity prevailed;

“What are you doing here?”

Rue watched you for a moment, before shrugging, “Just needed Fez’s help for something. But he said no so… Don’t matter.”

You both remained in silence for a little while longer before you noticed Rue’s eyes squint, looking over towards the small bed tray. It wasn’t until further inspection that you noticed what exactly she was staring at.

Marie’s pills.

Watching her closely, you were ready to intervene if necessary. You’d done a lot of fucked up shit for drugs, but stealing them from an old lady wasn’t on your list.

“Rue, don’t even fucking think about it,” you warned, watching as her chest began to rise and fall much quicker than before. It took you a moment to realize she’d stood up, but instead of making her way towards the pills, she slipped out of the room instead. 

Mumbling under your breath, you quietly followed after her, but she was already making her way towards the exit.

“Even if I wanted all this shit, bruh, I don’t got the money for all this man.”

Watching as Rue quietly crept across the hallway, thankfully out of sight of Mouse and Custer, your eyes fell on the bags upon bags of pills, spread out on the coffee table.

“Ten percent on the vig, and I’ll collect in a month.”

“I’m not tryin’ to do all that shit, man.” Fez was visibly uncomfortable, his eyes meeting Rue’s across the room.

Mouse laughed, shaking his head, “I ain’t asking, bruh. Step yo shit up.”

Fez rubbed his head, thankful Rue had managed to get out completely undetected. You stood on the other side of the hallway. 

Mouse could sense Fez’s uneasiness, almost thriving off it, “Your bitch here? Maybe it should be her I’m talkin’ too-”

Fez’s eyes darted towards you, watching as you slunk back into the shadows more, slowly stepping back into his Grandma’s room in hopes of staying hidden.

“Nah, she ain’t here.”

Mouse rubbed his hand over his thigh, looking down at the couch where he’d last sat, you sprawled out across it, high as a kite, “Shame. Maybe she could take some off your hands. I’d be willin’ to give her a few payment options-”

“A month, right?” Trying to steer the conversation back on topic and away from you, Fez looked back down to the mountain of pills. No amount of teenage house parties would move this shit.

Fez barely waited for the door to shut before he was making his way back to his Grandma’s room.

If he was honest, Fez walked into that room ready to lose his shit. He’d told you both to stay in there, sit down, and shut the fuck up. And apparently, neither of you could follow that simple instruction. But as he stood in the doorway, he watched as your chest heaved, your shaking hands lay flat against the vanity that housed his Grandma’s perfumes and spare pills.

“Yo, you alright?”

You didn’t respond… Shit, you didn’t have to. The moment a sob escaped your mouth, he knew the answer, “It’s OK, ma. He’s gone.”

Fez slowly made his way towards you, watching you carefully in the vanity mirror. Once he’d reached you, he placed both his hands on your hips, dragging you backward before turning you and pulling you to his chest.

“I ain’t gonna let him do shit to you again, alright? I got'chu.”

One hand held your shoulders, keeping you close to his chest as the other rested against the back of your head. He placed a chaste kiss against your forehead before squeezing you a little tighter. As he looked up, he spotted Ash standing in the doorway, watching with knitted brows.

He fucking hated Mouse too.

Fez had fetched you some towels, allowing you to shower before changing into a pair of his pajamas.   

Your hands were shaking as if your body was still full of adrenaline, and you could still feel your heartbeat in your ears in the silence. One glance in the mirror had confirmed to you that it was obvious you’d spent the majority of the hot shower crying, and you only hoped Fez was polite enough to not mention it.

“You gotta eat somethin’,” He tried, standing in the kitchen against the counter, watching as you stood with folded arms across from him.

“I’m not hungry, Fez.” You could barely make eye contact with him, embarrassment bubbling under the surface of your skin.

He turned, opening a few cupboards and pulling out what he needed, “Just somethin’ small, promise.”

When you didn’t reply, he pulled out two boxes, “You like ‘Lucky Charms’, or 'Captain Crunch’?”

Realizing you wouldn’t win this fight, and maybe a few spoonfuls of sugary cereal would pacify him enough, you shrugged, allowing him to choose for you whilst you made your way to the small table.

He joined you only a few moments later, a bowl in each hand. Taking his place at the table, he gently pushed your bowl towards you and spent the next couple of minutes darting his eyes between his cereal and yourself, trying in vain to covertly make sure you were eating.

After stirring the spoon around the bowl – much more of a time-wasting tactic than anything else – you ate a small mouthful, seemingly satiating him enough to stop watching you every few moments.

“You wanna watch somethin’ on TV, or you tired?” He asked a little while later as he collected the bowls, taking them into the kitchen and placing them in the sink to wash up later.

“I just want to go to bed,” you told him truthfully. You were more than ready for this day to be over.

Once you were settled in his bed, Fez collected a pillow and hesitated in the doorway, your voice stopping him, “Where are you going?”

“Im'a sleep on the couch, I didn’t-”

“I’m not going to put you out, Fez. C'mon.” You pulled back the duvet cover, watching as his glance danced between the comfortable bed, and the hallway, “I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

His eyes returned to you, searching for something. The gentle haze from the hallway light behind him darkened his features, but he watched as they made yours glow. Seemingly finding whatever he was looking for, he closed the bedroom door and made his way back towards the bed. 

The light from outside the window guided him around the room, and you felt the bed dip slightly as he settled himself down next to you.

You were both silent, the only sounds to be heard were your exhaling, and whatever shit Ash was watching on the TV.

“You cold?” he wondered, shifting slightly on the bed to look at your darkened form.

“I can’t stop shaking.” You told him simply, omitting the real reason why.

“I uh, I could – if you want – you know, move closer?” It was endearing how nervous he sounded as if one wrong move would cause you to leap out of the bed and run home bare-footed.

“OK,” you mumbled, turning so your back was towards him. You could feel his body heat before actually feeling him, warming up your goose-pimpled skin.

His arm pushed under the pillow you were resting on as you felt his chest press against your back, arm awkwardly resting over your body as his hand pressed against the mattress. 

Lifting said hand, you linked your fingers before moving it towards your front, resting against your stomach and essentially caging you in against his body.

His body tensed for only a moment, before he released a sigh, allowing his muscles to relax.

In the silence, your felt your eyes drooping slightly, sleep pushing at the corners of your mind.

“You know that time at the store when that Jacobs kid came in? He ain’t been buggin’ you or shit, right?”

His husky voice was taut, making you stiffen slightly. Hoping you could pass it off as him startling you, you shrugged, allowing the hand you were resting on to slither its way under the pillow, meeting his own and playing gently with his fingers,

“What makes you ask?”

“Jus’ remember he was rude, that’s all. I know he’s been causing some trouble for Rue and her friend, jus’ wanted to make sure you was alright.”

Inhaling deeply, you tried to force the threats from the boy down deep, “Did Rue say something to you earlier?”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to determine whether or not he should keep his mouth shut, or just tell you that the girl had told him about Nate making you leave in tears on Halloween, “Nah, I just uh… I was wonderin’, that’s all. I know you was close with his brother and-”

Holy fucking Hell, you wanted to throw up.

“It’s not like that, Fez.” You rolled over to face him, just about able to make his features out in the dark. Your fingers had unlinked, but he kept them over your hip, gently resting there, “Aaron was just… what it was. We don’t really speak now. And everything is fine with Nate. He’s a colossal dick, but it seems like a hereditary thing. Really, I’m good.”

His somber eyes observed you for a moment before he nodded and released a sigh, “OK.”

The uncertainty in his voice made you a little nervous, and you could only pray that Rue had kept her mouth shut. The last thing you needed was word getting back to Nate that you were shit-talking him. Not with the secrets that he held.

A strained exhale forced its way from your lungs, and you found your hands involuntarily shaking once more. Thankfully, it had distracted Fez enough, his dubious eyes softening as his hand wrapped around you tighter, a warm hand pressing against the middle of your back.

You tried to control your breathing, squeezing your eyes closed as you counted to 10, inhaling deeply. Your forehead felt sweaty, and your body clammy, yet the chill from the rain on the evening you’d first encountered Mouse remained under your skin, bonded into your bones. 

You felt sick with guilt. But not from lying to Fez about Nate, or what he might do had he found out you’d partially told Rue, about Nate’s blackmail, or even about the money Mouse had all but forced Fez to pay to keep you safe…

No, the reason you felt sick to your stomach was that you knew no matter what you did, for the rest of your life, you would never find a high like you had that evening. You’d never find peace like you did when your body had graciously absorbed Fentanyl.

You knew how dangerous that night had been, or at least, you knew how easily you could’ve OD’d. But you also knew with everything going on, if Mouse had offered you it again, you might not have needed his threats to take it. And that scared you.

You’d been searching for highs all of your life. As a child, the world was full of wonder and happiness. You could find it by climbing to the top of a tall tree, going over the bar on a swing set, spinning around and around on a carousel, certain that your fingers would slip off and send you hurtling across the playground.

Those innocent highs were never met as a teenager. They transformed into something darker. Something that always came with repercussions. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to find something as gratifying. Yet, you were willing to chase it, in any small capacity you could find, regardless of the consequence. Like a moth to the flame.

Shuffling yourself closer to his warm body, you placed both hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his beard, “Everything is fine, Fez. Trust me.”

He nodded, unable to deny that your soft hands were soothing his worries as his eyes slowly wandered your face, and as your gaze roamed his own, you realized this was the closest the two of you had ever been. 

“You know I’m here for you, right? Don’t matter what it is, I got'chu.”

Maybe it was the stress and trauma from the day’s events, memories being forced to the forefront of your mind, or the constant, never-ending search for that new high, blackened with guilt and shame. Or maybe it was Fez’s softly whispered words, spoken into the secrecy of the night, but something in that moment changed.

And that was exactly why you lifted your head slightly and pressed your lips delicately against his.

Although tentative and fleeting, you knew that even in years to come, you would still be able to perfectly describe the softness of his cushioned lips, the slight gasp as he inhaled, right before he held his breath. The way you pulled away, just before he was able to reciprocate the kiss.

Watching each other in silence, the moment seemed to last a lifetime, both of you hanging on the other’s move. 

You watched as his tongue grazed against his lips, savoring the taste of you, before a large hand was placed against your jaw, pulling you down and once more connecting your lips, only this time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate, yet still only lasted only a few moments before he pulled back, placing a few stray, chaste pecks to your lips before guiding your head down and placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“We should get some rest.”

The pang of rejection was sharp but quickly quelled when Fez pulled your body towards his, making you rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat pounding, ready to burst from his chest.

His hand stroked your back, easing you into a deep slumber. Once your breaths evened out and he could tell you were fast asleep, Fez rubbed a hand over his hair, letting out a small sigh.

He was fucked.

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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. 

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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.

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“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. 

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: title is self-explanatory but in this one Elliot already knows the others. Takes place on NYE

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/: 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.

She was gonna get through another year.

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.

He didn’t just have a crush on her, he loved her.