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itsmadamehydra · 10 months

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Doll Face 2 | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

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

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

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

Fuck

Shit

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

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

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

Shit

Fuck

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

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

“Nah, just confused her face.”

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

“Yeh, she is.”

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

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

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

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

“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fez

Your Fezco

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.

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

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

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

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

“What’s he of you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why have you not you left,”

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

He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.

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

“Fezco, you don’t have to,”

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

“Fezco,” you said softly.

“I want to, doll face. Okay?”

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

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

Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.

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

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

“Just…5 minutes more, please?”

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not losing contact anymore?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not due,” you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”

“What about tips?”

In my locker, safe from any trash like you.

“Boss keeps them,”

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

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

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

“You wouldn’t”

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

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

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

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

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

“They feel nice, bossman.”

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

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

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

Please stop.

Jesus Christ, you are my brother.

Please stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Help, please, someone.

God, please listen. Please.

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

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

“Mouse, that you, my man?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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itsmadamehydra · 11 months

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Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fezco

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

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

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

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

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

“There was a backside!”

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

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

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, what’s that?”

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

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

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

And then everything went to shit.

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

“Hey, have you seen-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What you mean!?”

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

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

“Mouse!”

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

“But how am I going to get you that?”

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

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

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

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

You nodded, unsure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

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

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

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

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

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

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

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

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itsmadamehydra · 2 years

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NO BECAUSE THIS BROKE ME EVEN MORE..SO HERE

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itsmadamehydra · 2 years

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#no thoughts, just Dustin and his two dads.

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itsmadamehydra · 2 years

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I am so glad and happy that you liked it that much 🤗 ✨️💕 Hope you get to stick around for more <3

Raided

pairing: fezco x fem!reader

warnings: drug mentions, guns mentions, language, suggestions of sex.

summary: it was the middle of the night when y/n decided to go pee and, lucky her, saw something strange going on in the cameras.

a/n: English is NOT my first language, apologies on grammar mistakes

You were never one to believe in superstitions yet that night you couldn't help but feel strange. Like if you were hoping for something to happen or more like waiting for something to happen.

You all had just finished eating dinner and were now in the living room watching a movie. Ash was lying alone on one couch while you and fezco took over the other one, yet you couldn’t help but feel that weight and anxiety for something to come.

Fezco noticed this and he didn’t like it one bit. Your mind seemed to be somewhere else instead of being focused on the soft touches he was giving you.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” he murmured into your hair pulling you closer to him.

“It's just,” you sighed, “I’ve had this feeling the whole day and it's bothering me too much now, doesn't even let me i don't know…do anything else in peace.”

“Well…you could tell me, if you want of course.” he suggested, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Really!?” you exclaim, more in a teasing manner and looking at him. Of course you knew you could tell him anything and he would take it to the grave, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love to see him get all confuse.

“I mean…ain't that what boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to do?”

“I mean…yeah, I guess.”

“You guess? Shit, ma,” he laughs pressing your back further into him, “Must be doin’ something wrong if that’s your answer.”

“What you mean, boy!?” you exclaimed, “You are literally the best partner someone could ever end up with.”

“You think?”

“Better,” you sighed, dramatically dropping your head into his chest, “I know.”

And sure as hell you knew. No one in your life had ever treated you with such sweetness, delicacy, kindness nor protectiveness as he had. No one in that fucking town had ever care so much like those two had. So you just let yourself melt in his touch and all those head kisses he so much loved to give you with.

After what felt like hours you looked at the room’s clock and realized just how late it had turned. Lazily, you stood up from the couch and went over to the sleepy Ash who was just a second away to drift into his sleep.

“Baby? Baaaby?” you murmured sweetly and shook him softly.

His eyes opened a little, only a blink of an eye, just enough to know that it was you. “What happened, ma? You hurt, need to go to the hospital or was Fez just a dickhead again?”

“Hey! What’s wrong with you, bro?”

You laughed at their small interaction. “Nah. You brother is fine, but you are the problem, little man.”

“Me? I ain't giving you no problem, y/n.” he huffed, turning away from you and burying himself more onto the couch.

You deadpanned. Your hand went all the way up until grabbing his head in between them and kissed his face repeatedly making you two laugh, even Fezco who was watching everything from afar.

“Ma! ma! ma!” he laughed in between all you kisses trying to stop you, “Okay, ma! I got it, I got it… just stop.” he finalized by grabbing your wrists softly and smiling at you.

“You need to go to bed, Ash,” you told him softly, giving him soft touches all around his face. He might have face tattoos and all but he was just one big baby, you baby boy.

“Just that?” you nodded, “Man, i could have slept just fine in here!”

“Well, yeah maybe but you got school tomorrow so no more excuses and go to your room.” you demanded him. Ash just gave one big exhale before standing up, helping you to stand up from the carpet floor, gave you a hug and kiss one the check and finally, exchanging a handshake with his brother.

“Well…one out, just gotta take care of you now you big teddy bear.” you teased, sitting on his lap. Fezco laughed at your poor choice of nickname and just held onto your waist tighter with both of his arms.

“Quit that shit ma! Nicknames ain’t your speciality, leave that to me, alright?”

“Yeah… sure.”

“Good, now show me them babies.” you laughed feeling him burying his head in between your breasts and laughing.

It was a little past midnight and you had to pee. You had to detangle your half naked body from your boyfriend’s and walked a little into his drawers searching for one of those shirts you loved to use, especially if they smelled like him.

You walked out the room rubbing your eyes and into the bathroom, didn’t even bother closing the door. Wash your hands and decide to make a quick check around the house.

Grandma? breathing. Doors? locked. Stove? off. Windows? intact. Ash? Asleep but not tucked in properly so you did the job and left a kiss on his forehead. Just a feat away from leaving his room you bumped into his computer and the monitor turned on showing immediately the camera's surveillance.

“Oh, shit,” you rubbed your eyes and checked again, “Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ash, ash, ash! Wake up, Ash!”

“Fuckin is wrong with you, y/n!? Some people trying to sleep in here.”

“Fuck your sleep, cops are coming from every where!” you barked, “Now get all that shit and flush it down the toilet or whatever but make it disappear now!”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, that's what I said!” you ran into your shared room and jumped into your boyfriend, “Wake the fuck up you handsome bastard! The fucking cops are here!”

Fezco’s eyes widened immediately at your words. “For real?”

“You think ama joke with that shit!? Fuck off and get rid of all of that, now!” you stood up and ran to the couches, getting all the guns and hiding them. The ones you didn't have papers of at least.

The loud banging at the door had started, and you could feel your whole body start to sweat. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go at all.

“Fuck.” you muttered, pacing nervously back and forth not knowing what else to do. You ran back to the boys, “How many left?”

“10 bottles at least, we need more time.” Fezco said, without stopping to flush them all down.

“Alright, let me see what I can do.” you nodded at them and ran back near the door.

They were yelling and ordering for you to open the door.

Just a little longer, hang in there boys.

“I'm getting fucking dress! Chill! I don't want you cops looking at my tits! I'm a minor you know!” you weren't exactly a minor but you weren't 21. After that yelled they seemed to calm down, so you tried again. “Fuck! Has someone in this damn house seen my velvet thongs!? I swear to god I had them on! Baby, have you seen them!?”

Okay, this might work.

You were about to yell again when you saw Ash signaling you by the corner of your eye.

“Well, hello there officials,” you greeted them, putting a smiley face on. The leader just gave you an on side eye look before shoving you to the side and entering into your eyes. “Hey! What the fuck man!? Don’t treat my woman like that! She aint do shit to you!” demanded Fezco coming out of the bathroom with his face wet and putting on a shirt.

You went up to him and gave him a kiss on the check. “Leave them,” you murmured, “Now, would any of you mind just telling us what a whole team of cops is doing at our house in the middle of the night? Cuz I don't know about you but I sure as hell wanna know.”

The leader sighed looking at you two. “We got a call reporting about illegal activities occurring inside this house and we are here to investigate.”

“Well, Mr. Official. You can check the whole house if you want but there ain't any…illegal activities happening in here.”

And they sure did. It took four hours for them to finally give up and leave. You surely weren't going to work that day.

“That was close, boys.” you mumbled softly.

“Fuck it was.” Fezco muttered, pulling you from your hips into a hug.

“Got any idea on who could have done it?”

“Too many people on the list.” Ash responded with a sleepy face.

“How are we goin’ to get out of this? We got nothing to pay Mouse back with and the store aint gonna give us that amount that easily nor fast.” you just rambling at this point, nervous at thought of what Mouse was capable of doing.

“M’ gonna fix this, beautiful. Don’t worry about it,” you wanted to object but he didn't let you, “Don’t, i'm going to fix this somehow. It's my job to protect you two and the family business, now, everyone to sleep cuz we’re ‘bout to have some pretty hectic days.”

You all nodded. Kissed and hugged Ash one last time before entering your room with Fezco behind.

“Don’t worry, baby. I'm going to fix this.” he said, kissing you behind your ear and at the base of your neck.

“I know you will, Fez. I know you will.”

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😂 <3

How I think the Moonboys would react if you defend them:

Y/n: *kicking ass*

Steven: ….

Y/n: *covered in blood* Come on, we don’t have all day.

Steven: …

Y/n: …

Steven: Marry me.

Y/n: Steven! *blushes*

Y/n: *kicking ass*

Marc: Hey watch out!

Y/n: *stabs creature, covered in blood*

Marc: Damn.

Y/n: ?

Marc: *wipes blood off your face* Appreciate it, doll.

Y/n: *kicking ass*

Jake: *panicking* PRINCESA WATCH OUT!

Y/n: *cool ass fighting poses*

Jake: Lemme-

Y/n: STAY RIGHT THERE

Jake: BUT-

Y/n: JAKE I AM HANDLING IT. *stabs creature without looking, blood splattering everywhere*

Jake: …

Y/n: …

Jake: *sheepishly* Sorry I even questioned you, mi alma.

Y/n: *kicking ass*

Khonshu: THATS IT LITTLE ONE! TWIST HIS HEAD! STAB HIS LEG!

Y/n: *stops and stares at Khonshu*

Khonshu: *nearly pokes y/n with beak* what?

Y/n: shush.

Khonshu: YOU DON’T SHUSH A GOD-

Y/n: *runs away to the opposite direction*

#jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #khonshu

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Bring. Them. Back. <3

this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

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I loved Peter parker here 😂😂🤗

The Baby Assignment [P.P]

Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.”

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.”

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face.

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought.

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This? This is a work of art

Fallen from Heaven, Grown on Earth

A/N - Hello everyone! Long time no see. Here is a story I wrote for @beautifulbows924 ’s writing challenge. Thank you so much for this! <3 Before you start reading I’d like to say I’m very proud of this, even if it’s not as good as I’d like it to be. I had never written such a long story, (and finished it) and obviously not in English. As always, English is not my first language, and this had no beta reader so forgive me and please, laugh out loud if I write something that doesn’t make sense. Also, my first time writing smut, please don’t come at me.

Also, this fic turned out a bit dark near the end, I’m obviously against any type of violence. If you need help, there’s plenty of resources out there for you. You’re not alone.

TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, eventual smut, graphic descriptions of sex, blood, mentions of self harm and suicide (they do not happen, they are only mentioned but just in case), dubius consent because DID (?), DID probably not accurate, canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, panic attacks, sleeping disorders, jealousy, alcohol consumption, no beta, probably more warnings but I’ll update if I find more.

PAIRINGS - Steven Grant x fem!reader ; Marc Spector x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT - 25k (yes I know, I started writing a one-shot and this happened)

SUMMARY - The arrangement was to become friends with Steven Grant, that was what you’d promised to your lifelong best friend, Marc Spector; but things quickly get out of hand.

FALLEN FROM HEAVEN, GROWN ON EARTH

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#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight spoilers #steven grant #marvel x reader #marc spector x female reader #marc spector #steven grant x fem!reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction

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me at the start of the episode: ohohoh, i’ve got it figured out! of course! the scale isn’t balanced because jake’s heart is missing! indeed! they just need to talk it through, discover jake and bam! problem solved! [i start twirling my hair and kicking my feet in the air, giggling]

me at the end of the episode: wha t the fuckv. w hat. the fuck what th. e fuck wh. a t the fu ck what the FUCK w. ha t. the fUC k wha

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Can we all just agree that Steven is definitely one of the most amazingly beautiful human beings...or alter🥰

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭-𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

( gif credits to @paper-n-ashes )

summary: there are always fights with marc, but this time he went too far and steven has to come out to fix the mess he made and try to convince you not to leave them, since you are literally the only good thing in his shitty life.

pairing: marc spector x female!reader / steven grant x female!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: angst, fights, mentions of implied sex, marc spector being a complete jerk (as usual), steven grant being a complete angel (as usual), fluff at the end, soft!marc (💀).

no because look at the gif,,,,episode 5 has destroyed my heart and soul completely, i’m still not over it (i never will) steven grant stans how are we, huh? 😭😭

anyway, english is not my mother tongue, so forgive the intrusion of possible grammatical errors, hope you like it!

“You can’t just hide things from me anymore, Marc!” You exclaimed once you entered the small hotel room, Marc was walking in front of you, his back to you, as usual. “This isn’t how it works and you know it.”

He clicked his tongue, turning on his heels to direct an incredulous, almost bitter expression at you.

Since two days Marc had been completely unbearable, you had sensed it when you felt all the tension that had formed in his back, in the short and dry answers he gave you, the scoldings he yelled at you when you made even the slightest mistake during a fight, like when you had inadvertently allowed one of Harrow’s guys to bury his blade right in the center of your abdomen, a wound that, just seconds later was healed by the Battle Suit provided by Khonshu, so you had not given it so much importance, contrary to Marc, who started shouting like crazy that you should be more careful and not to be so impulsive, you had simply rolled your eyes at his hysterical reaction, but you had not said anything, not wanting to start an argument, since you understood that he was really on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because, of course, on the one hand you were in fucking Egypt, on the other hand he had lost the Scarab and as a wonderful bonus, it was already almost imminent that Harrow would resurrect Ammit any day now.

During fights you remained calm, you always thought before you struck, you were known for that, you knew how to read your opponent’s moves perfectly, what they would do and where they would strike and of course, your dearest God watched over your safety and well being, even after all the years you had been his avatar, one of his two avatars, to be more specific. He had grown fond of you and it was quite hard for you to admit, but there was a special bond between the two of you, you were loyal and he was empathetic with you, almost overprotective. Khonshu trusted you, even more than Marc, but that was a secret that no one but him knew.

“This?” Marc raised his index finger and pointed to the space between you and him, snorting humorlessly. “There is no this, (Y/N). There’s nothing between us.” Your mouth immediately snapped shut at his words, leaving you immobile at your stance, not wanting to get any closer to him now, your chest tightened at his words, but, you stood strong anyway, striving not to show yourself vulnerable in front of him. So, you steeled your heart and prepared to listen to whatever came from between his lips, as venomous as ever, knowing that there was no turning back, you had already pushed him to the limit of his emotional overload. “Are you seriously so stupid to believe that you’re here for any reason other than because Khonshu made the terrible mistake of choosing you as his other avatar? You think you’re that important?”

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let’s talk about the fact Marc and Steven were never really on good terms and were actually at each other’s throats most of the time, but the first second they reunited they immediately rushed in for a big, desperate hug and were just so relieved they found each other again like they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other in ages, because even if they always fought, they knew they could trust each other while their lives were in danger. this scene was so wholesome.

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Me giving myself therapy in the bathroom at 3am

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POKER

Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector

word count: 3.7k

genre: angst, dark-ish themes, fluff, suggestive themes

warnings: implied smut, angst, mentions of stalking, everyone just being a mess, especially marc, obsessive behavior

summary: Your relationship with Steven is constantly strained by the presence of Marc's disdain for you.

author’s note: I tried to be careful to be conscious of the presence of DID on this property, but if I wrote anything that is offensive or ignorant, please please please let me know.

The restaurant’s staff did a poor job at masking that they were sending you looks of pity every so often. Much like you, they were wondering when you were going to give up and shamefully admit that you had been stood up. You twiddled with your freshly polished fingers and checked your phone often as you nibbled on cold appetizers. It kept you busy since you had already tried calling thirteen times. Yet, it took the tenth couple eyeing you with concern on their way out for the embarrassment to finally make a bed under your skin. You ordered the first thing you could pronounce, and afterward, left the restaurant gripping your to-go plate as you looked at your phone one last time.

This experience wasn’t new, but you were already tired of having to find a restaurant that hadn’t seen what you looked like when you were in denial. It’s not like Steven didn’t want to come. It was the fact that he and Marc’s schedule clashed, and you were always at the receiving end of Marc’s negligence—you considered it forgetfulness to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Your journey home was entirely suffocated by unrelenting silence until you went walking into the elevator of your building just to see Marc there, looking just as tired as you were. He saw you coming from where he stood, but no matter how many times his fingers pressed the button, the elevator kept them open as a punishment. He was forced to witness the way your body clung to the dress you wore and how the ends of the skirt grazed over your smooth skin to mock him.

“Hi, Marc,” you said. You could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that it wasn’t Steven.

“Hi.”

The ride up had never been so long and you weren’t sure how to bring it up until you just spoke. “Hey, um, could you let Steven know he missed our date? I’m not sure if he tells you about them—”

“Yeah, something came up for me.” He hadn’t noticed, but his shoulders were tight as he kept his attention forward until the doors opened.

You followed after him with your shoes following the path he made and finally noticed how he held his side on his way to his flat. “Are you okay? Do you want me to—”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” you murmured.

Your first mistake was thinking you could put your warm hand on his chilling, broad shoulders and not cause him to nearly leap out of his own body. You had touched Steven countless times. However, it was the first time Marc had ever gotten a sense of what it felt like for himself.

Still, he didn’t wish to savor it in the slightest. “Pretending to worry is what you do with Steven. Not me.” He recoiled from the heat so harshly that he was already at his door and into his humble home before you could take your keys out.

Marc never got to see the way your face fell or how you clutched your keychain and shoved the metal key into your door. You disappeared into your home, begging your tears to give you time to close the door before they got it all over your dress. All this was while Marc was eyeing a photo of you by the fish tank that you had given to Steven while he took off his shoes.

As he pretended to look over persimmons, Marc watched you from a distance as your soft lips mouthed the lyrics of a song while your fingers glided over the peaches. You made it too easy sometimes and for that, he was thankful. He could spend his weekend researching—that was the word he liked to use— while you were unaware.

You glided through the other aisles, and he was careful to keep his head low and stay a few steps behind you while watching the way you smiled at a store employee while asking a question. Your shining teeth made him frown even deeper as he gripped his shopping cart.

His frustration kept on building throughout the day as he watched you carry through your laundry list of errands. Everywhere you went, he was a step behind with enough distance to go unannounced but close enough to slip your wallet back into your tote bag while you left it in your cart to have a look at some home décor. You really should have been more cautious of pick pocketers.

Landing a punch to a stranger wasn’t how he liked to spend his Sundays. Neither was lying on his bed while you were showering at home. The cardigan you had left with Steven on accident was under his nose as he brought the fragrance into his lungs. He had your Sunday schedule memorized to a point where he was used to the feeling of wanting to resist snaking his hands into his tight pants as he thought about how your hands were rubbing your thighs while he was playing with a Rubik’s Cube. For Marc, hell was Sunday afternoons at 3 PM.

For you, hell was the bus ride home looking at your phone and all the piling missed calls and texts from Steven? You deliberately avoided opening the voicemails and the messages in hopes that you’d have more time to think about what you wanted to do. Your plan was to speak to him on Monday when you felt better, or at least when you could fake it better.

Your walk to the elevator was less eventful than the day prior, but that didn’t keep you from reliving the day before, especially when you saw Steven sitting crisscrossed next to your door while he read a book with a sand-colored cover. You would have ignored him while playing Marc’s words on repeat if he hadn’t met you at your door.

“Hey, Steven.” You were hoping to keep it short and sweet so you could send him on his way gently with a promise that you’d talk to him when you weren’t so fatigued.

“Hey.” He was already rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants with the book abandoned on the floor as he got up. “I tried to call you but—is your phone okay?” You were always so good at answering your phone. “Sorry,” he shook his head. “Sorry. I mean, ‘are you okay?’”

“I couldn’t answer, Steven. I was at work, sorry.”

You didn’t usually work on Saturdays, but that was the least of Steven’s concerns. “B-But what about dinner? We said we’d meet each other there. And I went—And I went and you weren’t there.” He was doing that thing where he was speaking much too fast to figure it out himself and in any other circumstance you would have thought it was endearing, but the crack of his voice nearly pressed your heart so hard it would have stopped beating.

“Yeah,” you let out a sigh while you dug through your purse to find your keys. “I went yesterday and didn’t see you. I figured Marc lost track of time or something.”

“Today’s not Saturday, is it?” he asked while he licked his lips anxiously.

You were pleased that fishing for your key gave you a distraction, since you couldn’t bear to see his face fall again while he experienced a crushing realization that he had already gone through two times before.

“I’m afraid it’s not,” you looked up at him with an evident crease between your brows.. “I’m sorry you were there alone. Marc didn’t leave you a sticky note by the tank telling you?”

“No-no, no, he didn’t.” He looked back at his apartment at the end of the hall like he could see through walls. “At least, I don’t think so.”

You bitterly laughed to yourself to shrug off the hurt that was making room for itself in your pensive thoughts. “I don’t think he likes me very much.” What you said out loud was really meant for yourself.

“No, no, that can’t be—He likes you.”

“Steven, don’t lie to me,” you tried to keep your tone light hearted, but your façade was slipping.

“I’m not.” His wide eyes were becoming glassy, and his lips tightened into a line as he tried to fix the damage. “I swear.”

You nodded while unlocking the door. “I’m gonna head in, okay? I’m a little tired.”

“Wait,” he took your hand and made you notice how his clammy arms were desperately shaking. “I’m sorry.”

Steven saw the way your face relaxed, and the corner of your lift lifted lightly for a moment. He watched you come close to then give him an electric kiss on his cheek that made his ears too hot for comfort.

“Please, get some sleep tonight.” You watched him close his eyes as he felt your hands hold his visage tenderly. Your thumbs carefully moved back and forth over his cheek. “You look pale.” You examined his face as you saw his frown deepen and chose to ignore it. “And tell Marc to take it easy.”

“Why do I get the weird feeling you don’t want to do this anymore? Like be with me. It’s on your face. Are you upset with me? I get it if you want to go into your flat and avoid me for the rest of your life—”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that. Just give me some time to sort this all out mentally first.” You were referring to your thoughts as your finger slipped into his dark hair to calm him down, but it only sent a shudder pouring down his spine like cold water while his knees almost gave in.

“Is this a break? Or a breakup? Bloody hell, are we breaking up?—”

You gave him another kiss, but on his lips. Your warm skin was on his mouth while your hand fondly stroked his neck. It nearly caused him to become entirely lightheaded. His eyes were blown open the entire time from the moment he felt your kiss. You pulled away to get one last look at him.

“No, we’re not.” You placed your forehead onto his as you tried to have him matched your breathing. “I just want some time, maybe one or two days, to think. I’m telling you this because I enjoy being honest with you. Just give me some time to think over some things, okay?”

Steven nodded fervently at your words.

“Alright,” you smiled. His face got warmer. “See you later, gator.”

“Laters, gators,” he whispered as he felt your hand slip out of his.

If Steven could properly chew out Marc, he would, but instead he was stuck yelling at a mirror while a disinterested Marc was asking him to surrender his body so he could start off his soon-to-be long night.

“No, you don’t get to ask me that without answering me first!” Steven pointed.

“Good, God, Steven. Calm down.” Marc looked as uninterested as ever.

“You did this!” Now Steven was pacing. “I don’t get it. You have so many photos of her like a bloody creep,” he grabbed one of the many in the bathroom drawer to wave around. “But you’re the one giving her a hard time?” Steven never figured out what was said when he was gone, but with the way you spoke about Marc and the way Marc spoke about you, it didn’t take much afterward.

“What does this have to do with me not telling you that I made you miss your date?”

“Everything!” His fingers combed through his hair as he tried to imitate what you did to him to calm him down. “For once in my life, I got the courage to ask someone to date me and you’re pissing all over it. You’re just as obsessed with her, but you don’t want to admit it.”

Why would Marc want to admit? That would mean that he’d have to also confess to how sour he was about Steven getting to you first. It didn’t make sense. He was under the impression that he’d get you and Steven would just have to follow along, as always. So while he looked at you sleeping with the white noise machine on, he gripped the spare key of your flat that was meant for Steven. He had found a way to forcibly turn his jealousy into a lack of trust that you had good intentions with Steven.

What was supposed to be no more than two days thinking about your relationship and Marc’s choice words turned into a seven. You had been so consumed by Marc’s accusation that you stewed in your thoughts for so long that you feared seeing Steven in passing on your way to work. You rose early and returned home extremely late. All the while, Steven spent his days at the gift shop anxiously checking his phone while typing and deleting messages that he hoped to have enough courage to send.

This brought him back full circle on Sunday, knocking on your door. Your brief look through the peephole wasn’t enough to prepare you to see him again. When you opened the door, you were met with a nervously still Steven wearing a suit that he seemed to be drowning in.

He must have not expected you to actually answer the door because once he saw you were still in your work clothes, he panicked.

“Bollocks.” He quickly pulled out the card that you didn’t know he was holding. “I falafel about what happened.” His eyes followed the Hallmark card’s words. “I’m sorry.”

He practically shoved a bouquet of flowers into your hands when he nearly tripped over his shoes trying to hand it to you. Your bewildered expression must have frightened him even further, since he was already reaching into his bag to pull out a box of chocolate. Another small box fell out in the process as he fumbled to give you the heart-shaped chocolate box. In utter panic, he brought himself to his knees to pick it up, but he stayed on his knees to give it to you while you were trying to balance the things he had already given you.

“Wait-Wait, Steven, honey, are you trying to propose?” you asked calmly as you tried to mask your panic.

“W-What?” he looked up at you from where he was on his knees with his once combed hair now disheveled. “No-no!”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Jesus, no,” you giggled.

“It’s just a pin of a scarab,” he said as he opened the box. “for your tote bag,” he whispered the last part as he placed the box in your hand.

“I can’t accept all this.”

“But I haven’t even given you the peaches, yet.”

“Steven,” you tried to hold back your laughter while you placed the gifts on your kitchen counter as he waited at the door with bated breath. You returned to him and decided to cut him some slack instead of refusing his gifts. “Thank you. I—”

He looked at the palm of his hand, at the poorly scribbled checklist he had made just in case he forgot something.

“Have dinner with me, please,” he asked. “It’s at my place. New Gus will be there too. Nothing too serious—unless you want it to be.”

You took his hand and stroked them as you tried to calm him down from what he no doubt had rehearsed many times over. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed, since you’re looking so dapper.”

“I hope this all didn’t cost too much,” you spoke as you looked at the giant stuffed crocodile in the corner. Steven was more focused on how your lips moved with red lipstick painted over them that he hadn’t heard a word that came out of your mouth. “Steven?”

“Yeah?” he was still frazzled.

“Please, don’t tell me that Donna took the stuffed animal out of your paycheck.”

“I won’t,” he nodded.

“Steven!”

“This is our apology to you.”

“Our?”

“I’m hoping Marc is going to apologize, too. Eventually…” he looked off into space briefly. “Honestly, whenever. I’m still kind of lost with how this works.”

“Have you fed New Gus?” He didn’t even notice how swiftly you changed the conversation.

“Oh, no.”

“Poor thing is watching us eat while you haven’t fed him,” you began walking to the tank to retrieve the fish food but when it wasn’t in sight, you were already heading toward Steven’s bed to get it off of his nightstand. By the time you returned, there was a silence that filled the room that made you uncomfortable as you fed Gus. You could feel a firm set of eyes that let you know that Marc was staring.

“Hey, Marc.” You tried to keep your voice level.

“Hey.”

You turned to see him eyeing the takeout food that you had spent twenty minutes assuring Steven was delicious.

“He told me you wanted to say something.” Even as you returned to your seat to face him, he still hadn’t said a word, and you knew he wouldn’t if you didn’t speak up.

“Yeah,” he was struck by your scent since your perfume was scrambling his thoughts until he went completely silent for much too long.

“Look, if it’s gonna kill you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be here. I’m sure Steven can keep me entertained for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t even stand to look at him, so you were already heading back to New Gus—you really needed to pick a better name for him. Steven and Marc’s hands were the same, yet when he took you by your wrist, he felt colder.

“Entertain?” he whispered with a sickly smirk.

“That’s not what I meant—Look if you’re setting out to make me the bad guy—”

“You’re making it really easy to.”

“You’re the one being difficult. All I’ve ever been is kind to you.” He was pushing you over the precipice.

"I don’t need your pity.”

Your weeks of frustration and denying he was likely keeping Steven away from the dinners you planned were pouring over the fire and causing billowing smoke. “Why don’t you fucking trust me like Steven does?”

“I just can’t seem to get why you accepted his advances so eagerly.” He hadn’t gotten as loud as you were, but he was so, so close.

“For starters,” you tore his grip from your wrist. “He’s much nicer.”

“I can be nice,” he said as he got closer. He didn’t sound sincere, but rather like he was being challenged. “I-I can be nicer… funnier, better.”

“Marc, what are you going on about?” your eyes feverishly danced over his face in confusion. “Can we just go back to how it was before?”

“Like when we were just neighbors and Steven was following you like some lap dog,” he hissed so strongly you felt the wind on your nose.

“No, when I’d drop first aid supplies and pretended not to see the photos you have of me on your mirror,” you spat.

You should have seen it coming when he had gotten so close with his towering stance. But when Marc kissed you, it sent you walking back to catch your balance, and you were stunned. It was enough to have you pull back to have a look at him to see if it was actually Steven. Yet he wasn’t. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he went in for another kiss. His lips took over yours as you still were trying to catch your bearings and remedy your confusion. His teeth eventually moved from your mouth to your neck as he held your head about by his jaw.

Marc could hear the shake in your breaths as you gripped the sleeves of his suit and bunched the cotton fabric into your fist. His sloppy kisses littered your neck and chest like acid rain and made you wonder how you had already made it to the kitchen counter. He went from holding your face by its jaw to running his hands along your arms, as he was already trying to venture to where your skirt and thighs met.

He went back to kissing your red lips and swallowing the whimpers that came from your mouth. He was only going deeper as you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep you grounded and stop the spinning.

Calloused hands started climbing up your dress and toying with your underwear before you had to catch him by his wrist and practically plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to go further and just wanted to talk to him, but he must have taken the hesitation for something else because he was already jumping to his own conclusions.

Just as quickly as it all started, his body slowly became stiff until his kisses decrescendoed into nothing but a whisper when his lips called out your name.

“Steven?” you pulled away. You felt the change in his posture and how quickly his hands tore from your body.

“S-Sorry.” He was taken aback by the position he had you in and cleared his throat as he peeled his hands from your body and tucked it into his pockets.

You climbed down from where you were and fixed your dress while he desperately tried to ask what had happened.

“Nothing you have to worry about,” you lightly dismissed as you grabbed your things. “It went fine. Thank you for the wonderful evening, but I’ve got to head in early since I’m taking Benny’s shift tomorrow.”

“Hey, don’t forget this.” He was practically sprinting to meet you at the door with the stuffed crocodile while you made sure the smile on your face was still there.

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

“Night.” he awkwardly drew closer to kiss your forehead before you left and slipped into your room down the hall.

Marc had you reeling the entire night until the sun swallowed the moon as you thought about the way your body quaked while he was devouring your neck and left wet hickeys in his wake. In another bed, Steven was toying with the Rubik’s cube as he thought about how he was going to fix things once more. Marc had made it seem like the only option was to love one when you had always wanted to try to love both.

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My heart? Shattered

Just You and Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter stays with you when you get hurt during a battle with the Green Goblin. Written by a lover of Les mis, teen wolf, and phoebe bridgers

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One and Only Series

Warning: mention of death, mention of child abuse

Pairing: fezco x black oc

Word count: ???

Chapter 1

Those who need saving… Deny it

Fezco was always alone.

Not in the literal sense but mentally. Most times he felt like he was on a deserted island. He had no one to talk to. Of course he had ash or his grandma but no one his age to really relate to. Until 6th grade a girl showed up on the playground with Afro puffs, hot pink Bo-Bo’s, and little gold hoops that had the word Joy on them. When he first noticed her she came during lunch in the middle of the day and sat alone. He wanted to go talk to her but what would he say. Then the next day the teacher let her introduce herself .

“My name is Joy. I just moved here from New York” The teacher told her to sit in the open seat next to Fez. One day Fez sat next to her at lunch to keep her company but they didn’t say anything. Maybe they were too scared or didn’t know what to say. Then one day on the playground she spoke.

“You don’t talk much…” Fez looked up from the ground shocked and just shook his head.

“ I figured. I wanted to see if you would talk first but I couldn’t wait anymore.” Smiling, she was smiling. Most people were mad he didn’t talk much. Like his dad who used to hit him and call him dumb.

“I know your name but that’s all. What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh… probably green I guess. What’s yours?”

“Pink…Do you want to walk me home today?”Fez just shook his head yes and Joy was fine with that. That afternoon She held his hand while walking. Fezco couldn’t help but to turn red.

“Are you ok?” Fez gave a silent nod. Which she responded

“Ok.”

Fez never bought anyone home. So being that he was bring home a girl was a

“big fucking deal” Fezco grandma was happy to know he had a friend. Taking drags of her cigarette she couldn’t help but to smile.

“Look atcha. Blushin’ and all. She must be some girl.” Fezco never told her it was a girl but she knew.

Joy was just at the bottoms of the steps waiting for Fez to get the green light. He let her park her bike in the garage next to his.

“Look, you can come in but you can’t tell anybody what you see. It’s just my grandma and my brother in here so you’re safe.”

“Ok. I won’t tell Fezco.” She didn’t know what she did to him. Making his heart race and face flush. He took her hand in his and walked her up the steps.

“Well well,aren’t you just a doll!” Fezco released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He was happy his grandma was happy to see you.

“Hi, how are you?”

“And she’s got some manners! What’s your name doll face?”

“Joy”

“So Joy you know you’re the reason Fezco over here is red all over when he comes home?” She took another drag while winking at Fezco. He just looked at the floor while becoming hyper aware that he was still holding her hand.

“I guess I am” she squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

Most days joy was much like her name, joyful. On those other stormy days she was angry, sad and confused. The first time fez saw her like this she tried her hardest to cover up her sadness. Until he looked at her and just knew. He hugged her deeply and let her cry.

“My mom that I lived in New York with died and that’s why I’m here with my other mom.” Fezco never heard of anyone having two moms but he ignored that detail because he knew she needed him to grieve with her.

“My mom left me… when I was younger. I don’t think she had much of a choice tho…I don’t even really remember her. It’s kind of like she died too.” It was Joys turn to comfort him and they sat on the playground swings and talked a little longer before going home.

The day Fez dropped out of seventh grade was the saddest day for Joy. She knew why he left and what responsibilities he now had as young as they were. She cried for him and cried for his predicament.

“Fezco…Fez?” She peddled to his house and knocked on his door. She’d been knocking for 10 minutes repeating his name over and over.

“Go home.”

“No. Just open the door. I can help you”

“I don’t want your help.” He hated having to talk to her like this. He hated that he denied saving from his deserted island.

“Go. Just go home.” And that she did.

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