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euphoriashots · 4 months
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Nate and Jules
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blueribbonbaby · 3 months
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Euphoria behind the scenes
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likedovesinthewindd · 11 months
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Communication Barriers
fezco x fem!reader
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summary: you and Fez's relationship after he goes to jail; a collection of calls and letters shared between the two of you.
warning: fez's in jail, reader's a RN, mentions of death, hospitalization, violence, jail stuff (obv)
wc: ± 2770
a/n: had to do a lot of research for this one so forgive me for any inaccuracies. Also ashtray is alive bc i said so ;) and pretend mouse is dead or something idk he doesn't really feature here. don't think too deep about the plot and technicalities of it idk either man💀
gif not mine, all credit to original creator.
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Receiving the first letter from you was Fez's moment of realization; not when his sentence was read to him, not when he arrived in the cold cell for the first time, not even when he was woken up at 6AM sharp the next morning and immediately forced into the strict schedule of the institution.
He realized at that moment, staring down at your pretty handwriting on the piece of paper you've cut and folded neatly, that he was in prison, and that it would be a while before he'd be able to see you, or smell you or feel you again. His heart ached as he read line after line on the paper, imagining your sweet voice reading it to him.
The only piece of comfort he received was at the bottom of the letter; it was your number written down neatly, with a messily drawn heart and your name to end the letter off.
Having your number meant that you could be added to his approved telephone list, and that he'd finally be able to call you. You had been lucky enough to already have a landline so that you could receive collect calls, and had started working on registering so that he could call you on your cell aswell.
After Fez was arrested, you moved into his house to take care of his grandmother and of Ashtray, who you almost lost due to custody issues. After a shit ton of paperwork and many visits from social workers, you were approved as Ashtray's legal guardian. The fisrt few weeks after his arrest were easily the worst. Ash ending up in the hospital, having to clean up the aftermath of the raid and having to tell everyone about what happened.
You could so clearly remember the night before the raid too, before everything had taken an ugly turn. The two of you were sitting on the couch, watching an old movie and finally getting a moment of peace after everything that had happened with Mouse. He had held your hand in his and told you that night that he wanted to marry you one day.
Just wait till everything calmed down, then we gon' start plannin' you a big ass wedding.
You had laughed at that moment, telling him that the two of you still had lots of time. Now, sitting on the same couch, the soft glow of the television on your face and a profound feeling of loneliness, you couldn't help but think back at that night, and the promise he had made you. The space next to you on the couch that he usually took up, was empty, and you could feel your whole body yearning for his warmth.
The ring of the telephone woke you from your reverie, making you jump a little in your seat. You checked your wristwatch. 8pm exactly. You shot up in your seat and quickly moved to the wall where the phone hung, swiftly picking up the phone and placing it to your ear.
“Hello, this is a prepaid call from—”
Fez's smooth voice rang through as scratchy audio as he stated his name and surname. You almost wanted to start speaking immediately from excitement, even though you knew it was prerecorded.
“—an inmate at San Francisco County Jail, California. To accept charges, press one. To refuse charges, press two.”
Your hands were shaking as you pressed the button and placed the phone back to your ear, waiting impatiently for his voice to come through.
"Hey ma," he softly drawled through the receiver. "Fez, hi baby," you said softly, your voice audibly quivering. "You alright?" he asked, having heard your trembling voice. "Yes, yeah of course," you said, trying to pull yourself back together, "I should be asking you that. How are you?"
You could hear him sigh on the other side, and it broke your heart. Of course he wasn't alright, you thought, he was in jail. "I'm better now that I get to hear your pretty voice," he said. You couldn't stop the smile that crept onto your face. Leave it to Fez to still be a flirt regardless of what situation he was in.
"I'm so glad I get to hear your voice too, I missed it," you said, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger. He hummed in agreement. "How's Ash," he asked after a short moment of silence. "He's at a friend's, spending the night," you said, "he's alright. Just misses you. I sometimes don't know what to talk to him about, I don't really know what he likes. Sometimes wonder if he even likes me."
"He does, just don't know how to show it y'know," Fez said, "How about everyone else?" You took a breath before talking again. "Everyone's...okay considering the circumstances. Rue's been doing so good. She looks much better, happier." You could hear his hum on the other side. "How bout you?" he asked. "I'm writing in a few days," you said softly. "Oh yeah? You nervous?" he asked. "A little, but I'm more excited to just finish," you replied.
You were working towards finishing your ADN, and hopefully soon after finding a job as a nurse in LA. If you did well on this test, you could be calling yourself a RN soon. You were excited, but realizing you won't have your boyfriend there to celebrate with dampened the mood a lot.
"I know you gon' do great ma, gon' be the sexiest nurse in LA," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice and a matching one stretched across your face. "Shut up," you laughed. "I'm serious. Gonna be causing heart attacks and shit, walking around there with your fine ass in them scrubs." You couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous claims. "Well, I'm not gonna be a very good nurse if I'm causing heart attacks," you said.
"Nah, you gon be the best nurse, I know that," he replied, "But you're okay, right?" he asked again. For a second you wanted to say no, that you weren't okay at all. That you missed him an ungodly amount and that you were stressing about what the future looked like for the both of you. But you didn't, because you didn't want him stressing about you, because he probably was stressed as hell himself. "I'm alright," you said. "Alright ma, I—"
“You have one minute remaining,”
The operator spoke into your ear. Your heart started aching all over again. For a while you had forgotten that you couldn't just talk forever, that he wasn't there with you.
"I gotta go, ma, but I'll call you back soon okay? Look out for me. And goodluck on that test, know you gon' ace that shit," he said. "Thank you baby, goodnight. Love you," you said, rushing the words before you could get cut off. "Goodnight, pretty. Love you."
The buzz from the telephone indicated that your call was over. You quietly put the receiver back on the wall and made your way to the bedroom. The soft dip of the bed next to you, once filled with Fez's soft, warm body was now vacant and cold. Sometimes it felt like him leaving also left a emptiness in your heart.
You didn't want to dwell on the feeling for too long, forcing yourself to stay as optimistic as possible. For Ashtray, for Fez, but mostly for yourself.
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You always looked forward to receiving letters from Fez. The messy handwriting had become like a second language to you. He usually kept his letters quite brief, always preferring to ask you what was going on in your life. They were usually written on whatever piece of paper he could find, and sometimes on a piece of neatly cut paper, feint and margin, and always signed off with a stay safe, love you.
In his most recent letter he had asked you for a few photos of you and Ash, so that he could put them up in his cell. You had gotten three pictures printed for him. The first one was a picture of Ash you had taken of him. It was a candid of him at a baseball game the two of you went to, where he was smiling and cheering.
The second one was a picture of yourself, one Fez had taken himself, and later sent to you, telling you how pretty you looked. It was one of the only candid photos of yourself that you thought looked nice, mostly because he was the one who had took it. The third picture was of you and Ash together. You neatly wrote the dates on the back of each picture and added a small message to the last one.
When Fez got your letter with the pictures, he beamed with happiness, finally being able see your faces, even if it was just on a photo. He flipped each picture around when he noticed the small scribbles on the back. When he read your message for him, he could feel the unshed tears pooling in his eyes.
He pasted each photo on his wall proudly, and slept peacefully that night, maybe the best he's slept since being there, your message replaying in his mind all night:
Don't loose faith. We love you, and we're waiting for you.
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When you arrived home for the night, you were more than ready to get into bed and call it a night. The only thing that was preventing that from happening was the bunch people currently standing in your living room.
When you opened the gate and door and went inside, you were bombarded by a handful of confetti being thrown your way and a yell of surprise! The suprise party your friends had thrown you for your birthday was a very pleasant suprise. Your initial reaction was a scared yelp, followed by an attempt to get the bits of confetti out of your face (and mouth).
When you realized what was really going on, your heart swole with joy and gratitude at the sentiment. "Thank you so much," you managed to squeak out. Everyone laughed at your obviously suprised reaction and soon you were bombarded by everyone wanting to give you hugs and wish you a happy birthday.
You managed to make your way to the kitchen, where an array of snacks were displayed on pretty pink paper plates and platters. Everything looked so yummy, but what caught your attention was the cake that was proudly displayed in the middle of the kitchen table. It was homemade, covered in a thick layer of white icing with pink and purple icing decorating the surface in shapes of little flowers. In the middle happy birthday was piped in cursive.
"Hey, Y/N." You turned around to find Rue standing with a small gift bag in her hand and a shy smile. You were so preoccupied trying to talk to everyone that you hadn't even noticed her between crowd. She looked nice, her pretty curls framing her face, wearing her usual get-up of baggy jeans and an even bigger t-shirt, her black Converse along with the maroon zip up she always wore.
"Hi Rue! It's so nice to see you," you smiled before going in to give her a hug. She returned it shyly, before pulling back and smiling at you. You truly were happy to see her, especially now that she looked so much better. "I, uh— I got you this. Happy birthday," she said handing you the small baggie.
"You didn't have to," you pouted, but taking the bag from her anyway, and placing it to your chest in appreciation. You always cherished every gift given you, no matter how small or big, and you already knew you'd love whatever she'd gotten you.
"I wanted to, it's not much anyway," she shrugged. "Thank you so much, I'll open it later tonight," you said. "Did you plan all this?" you asked, gesturing to the decorations that hung messily around the room and the people moving around. "No," she shook her head, "Ash did." That came to you as a major shock. "Ash?" you asked dumbfounded. As if on cue, Ash made his way towards the kitchen to the table of snacks.
"D'you plan all this?" you asked him quietly. He only nodded, peering towards the table once more. You wrapped your arms around him and placed a big kiss on his buzzed head. "Thanks, big guy. I really appreciate that," you said, tightening your grip on him and swinging you and him back and forth.
"Alright alright shit, lemme go," he said trying to sound irritated, but the small smile on his face betrayed him. You let him go and smiled down on him. "You're welcome," he said softly, "but you better eat that cake, I baked that shit myself."
"Actually, I helped," Rue chirped in. You smiled at the two, before you were getting called over by one of your friends. You thanked the both of them again before making your way over to your friend.
After a little while you made your way over to the couch, paper plate with a big slice of cake in your grasp. You've been on your feet all day, so you were dying to sit down a little. Rue was also sitting on the couch, by now probably ready to go home.
When you joined her, she gave you a small smile before turning her body a bit towards you. "Has Fez called you today?" she asked. You shook your head, swallowing down the last bit of cake you were eating. "No, I don't believe he will. He already called me yesterday." Not having Fez here for your birthday really bummed you out, you weren't even planning on celebrating this year. You knew it just wouldn't be the same without him, but the party had lifted your spirit a bit.
After everyone (finally) left, you found yourself in your comfiest pajamas, laying on the couch and watching TV. You hadn't even had the energy to clean up the decorations, and you found yourself laying in a living room full of pink confetti and streamers.
You were on the verge of falling asleep when the loud ring of the phone caused you to shoot up on the couch. You were so excited when answering that you hadn't even given him time to greet first.
"Hi Fez," you said. He could hear the cheerfulness in your voice, practically beaming through the phone, and it made him happy knowing that you were happy, even though he couldn't be there with you. "Hey ma, happy birthday," he smiled. "Thank you so much," you said contently. "How was your day?" he asked softly.
"It was fine," you said, "I got a suprise party. Ash planned it, can you believe it?!" You heard his light laugh on the other line. "Oh yeah? Told you he liked you." In reality Fez knew about the party his brother had been planning. He told him about it the previous week when Fez had called, but he wasn't going to tell you that.
He knew Ash actually liked you, because he told him, way before he was arrested. Sure it took him a while to get used to you once the two of you started dating, but he quickly grew fond of you the more time you spent together.
"I guess you were right," you said smiling. He hummed in agreement. "Y'know I would've spoiled you rotten if I was there, right?" he said softly. "Of course I know," you replied, "You always treat me right."
"That's right, and when I get outta here we plannin' that wedding, baby. Don't think I forgot," he smiled. "I'll be waiting," you said softly. The two of you talked a little more, and you called Ash to get a chance to talk to him aswell. You said your goodbyes before you made your way to the bedroom. That night as you laid your head on the pillow, your mind buzzed with ideas and fantasties of what your wedding might look like one day.
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itsmadamehydra · 9 months
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Doll Face 2 | Fezco Euphoria
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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!
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Fuck
No
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.
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Can you do a fez x reader where lexi put a fez and reader bit in her play I will just want to now what that would be. "It the only couple that made me believe in love" said lexi
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I can feel Fez tense beside me, his hand squeezing my hand as we watch versions of us pass onto the stage, dressed eerily similar to Fez and I in our day to day life.
When Lexi called Fez a few months ago and told him that him and I would be making an appearance in her play, I was fearful at first that it would be embarrassing or upsetting given that, when I came into the picture, Fez and Lexi were sort of-kind of talking.
But as I watch the actors interact on the stage, bright smiles on their faces as Lexi steps up to the front of the wooden stage, I can't help the bright smile that passes across my face.
"Fez and Y/n were the slightest bit upsetting to me when I first saw the two of them together at a party." She pauses, her shoulders rising in a small shrug. "Maybe it was jealousy, envy that they were so obsessed and into each other and, well, I had never had that type of passion before with anyone." She turns to look at the actors, their lips pressing together in a small kiss before walking off stage hand in hand as the light dims. "Y/n's always been a good person but even better for Fez because, as I'm sure we all know, he's a bit of a wild child." The crowd rumbles with laughter as I turn to look at my boyfriend, his cheeks blushing gently in the dim light as he sneaks a glance at me.
He smiles bashfully as he soothes a hand over my thigh, giving me a playful squeeze before Lexi continues. "They were meant for each other- they're the only couple in my life to believe that love is real." Her eyes find mine, soft and kind as I send her a playful wink, clutching Fez's hand, thankful he's beside me.
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Jacob e Sydney nos bastidores de Euphoria
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"This is just the beginning"
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NATE JACOBS | Euphoria.
2×06 • A Thousand Little Trees of Blood.
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ALEXA DEMIE APPRECIATION POST!¡
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i genuinely cant wait to see the reaction the euphoria characters will have when they find out lexi and fezco are in love 😭
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"Are you okay?" ~ Ashtray x fem reader Imagine
Summary: Something bad happened to y/n and Ashtray comforts her
Words: 1420 ( including a/n and this
Warnings: sexual assault (I don't know what else)
A/N: ASH AND Y/N ARE A BIT OLDER
"I need to start getting ready," I say to Lexi on FaceTime. I know she is older than me, but after we got close because she's always staying over with fez, and sometimes I make her sleep with me. I'm only staying at Fez's because I'm staying in East Highland for a little while and Fez is an old friend of my sister and I'm pretty close to Ashtray.
"Why are you getting ready?" Lexi asked. "Chris asked me if I wanted to hang out with him today I'm so happy" I let out a scream as I placed my phone on my dresser. "Wait Chris your boyfriend or Chris your friend?" Lexi said as she ate her chips. "Chris my boyfriend dummy" I rolled my eyes at her as I tried to find something to wear.
"OMG, HE TEXTED THAT HIS 5 MINUTES AWAY!" I was practically jumping. "Calm down grasshopper" she laughed at me. "Shut up" I rolled my eyes at her. "So are these pants cute should I wear them with this top?" I asked Lexi. " Yeah it's really cute" she smiled. "okay thanks" I screamed in excitement.
" I have to go, Chris, is here oh my god do I look cute," I said, fixing myself on the camera on FaceTime. "Relax you look fine Y/N/N" she rolled her eyes at me as I left my room to head out "Okay bye," I said as I went down the stairs. "K love you," Lexi said that I hung up on her. "Fez Chris is here love you" I didn't even let him before I left the house.
I walk into Chris's car. "Hey, bae" I smiled as he said that to me. "Hey baby" I kissed him on the lips as he started to drive off. "So what are we going to do today?" I questioned Chris as we approached a red light. "Go to my house and chill" What the fuck. I did not just freak out to fucking lie in bed with him, ugh. "Oh okay," I turned my head to the window as he drove off.
Chris parked his car in his driveway and hopped out of the car and ran into he quickly opened the door for himself. I sighed as I opened the door before the self-lock went off. I slowly walked towards the house as I admire the trees and flowers on the ground. I entered the house and walked straight into his room. As I entered the room he was sitting in his gaming chair playing video games. I rolled my eyes as I sat on the bed and watched TikTok.
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"Do you wanna watch a movie I'm bored" I said as Chris's eyes were glued to his PC. "Sure in a sec". Why the fuck did he call me here if he was just going to play games, if he wanted to play games, I could have just stayed home or something. I sighed as I fixed myself on his bed.
After he finishes playing his game, he comes and lies next to me and opens Netflix. He asks me, "What do you want to watch bae?" He gave me a light kiss on my forehead. "You pick I'm not sure" I looked up at him and looked at his hazel eyes. "Alright I'm putting on a horror movie," he said with a smirk as he started to cuddle with me.
15 minutes into the movie, I feel Chris's hand slowly side up to my belly. I turn my head to look at him, and he is looking down at me, but I just look back at the TV screen. A few moments later he kisses me on my mouth, but this kiss was different. He was passionate about it. He was taking control. I tried to pull away, but he just pulled me closer. It felt like my lips were going to pop.
"Stop" I barely mumbled out because of Chris kissing me. I start to feel Chris's hands start to pull off my top. I push Chris off of me " What the fuck Chris what are you doing? " I said as I got up from bed. "Get back on the bed baby" my mouth dropped at his words. "Get back in bed with you after you did whatever the fuck you just did" I rolled my eyes at him as I fixed my top. "I'm trying to have sex with you duh are you fucking dum now get back on the bed so I can finish what I started".
"WHAT THE FUCK I am not having sex with you I'm not ready we just started dating Chris!" I said yelling so loud I think I could break a glass. "Oh my god y/n we have been together for 6 months I think that's enough time bae" he came closer to me as I backed up from him until I hit the wall. he put my arms up against the wall, so I could not move.
"Your mine" so that means I can do whatever I want to you," he said as his hand was sliding up my stomach higher by the second. "Stop it!" I tried to wiggle out but he was too strong, but I knew one spot that wasn't his dick. Oh my god, I took a big deep breath and I did the hardest kick I ever did. "WHAT THE FUCK BAE" Chris screamed as he fell to the ground "Don't call me bae because we're over" I hovered over him and spat at his face as he was in much pain.
I walked home crying, seeing cars pass by, but good thing Fez's house was only about a 1 walk. how did I not see that Chris was an asshole this whole time, well, I mean, he invited me to his house to hang out, but he was just playing video games. He was barely paying any attention to me. How did I not see this at the moment?
I sighed as I opened the door. Ashtray and Fez were in the living room watching a movie. I didn't want to let them see me cry, so I sped off to my room. but that didn't work. They heard my sobs as I walked by." Y/N are you okay" Ashtray and Fez said, but I just went into my room. I flopped myself onto the bed and screamed into my pillow. I went on to my side and started to ball my eyes out.
A couple of mins later, I heard a knock on the door "Leave me alone" I lightly yelled. But Ashtray opened the door anyways, are you okay "Ashtray I said to leave" I felt him lay next to me.
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I laid next to y/n she was crying but she was still so pretty doing it I've had a crush on y/n for a long time but she with Chris is such an asshole and she doesn't see that. I put my hand around her and brought her closer to me.
"Are you okay?" She took a second to answer my question. "I mean I'm okay I guess" I don't want her to be okay to be amazing, but there's nothing I can do about that. "What happened?" I thought she wasn't going to answer, but she did. "Chris he uh" my grip tightened, hearing Chris's name come out of her mouth made me mad he better not have done something to her.
"Chris he uh he was mad at me for not letting him have sex with him and so he touched me" My grip was so tight I was going to pop her "Ash let go a little" I lightened my grip oh I'm so going to beat his ass who the fuck does He think he is he really put his hands a on her I need to clam down. ——- 30 mins later————-
"Y/N are you awake?" No response she looked so beautiful sleeping in peace I wanted to kiss her, wait, what if I do she won't know, no one will know. I took in a deep breath and lightly gave Y/N a kiss on her head.
THE END
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blueribbonbaby · 1 year
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why do people ship cassie and nate together when he kept talking bad about her and spreading her intimate videos in the first season and was physically abusive to maddie and blackmailed Jules with underage photos of herself to force her to lie to the police about his abuse and rue said he basically tried to sa her at the freshman formal in first episode of season 1. But TikTok girlies are like CASSIE can change him! Like y’all are delusional! He’s a sexual predator, you can’t change that!
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omg i love your writing so much! <3 could you possibly do a platonic!ash x reader where the reader is fezco’s gf and she just found out she was pregnant so ash gets a bit sad and jealous and they just reassure him that he’ll always be priority? :( thank you!
Yes, this is so sweet :)
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"He's angry at me-"
"He's not angry at you, ma." Fez sighs, his hands reaching out to rest on my shoulders as he leans down to meet my gaze. His lips part to speak but another voice cuts him off.
"I'm angry at her!" A whine leaves my lips as I flop back into the couch dramatically, my hands reaching up to cover my face as frustrated tears rise to my lashes.
I knew that when we told Ash that we were pregnant that his response wouldn't be the best. He was extremely protective over me and has been since the moment Fez and I got together. It was safe to say he'd do anything for me to keep me safe and healthy and I've known for a while that he looks up to me as an older sister if not a mother figure in his life. He clung to me like a child clung to a parent, not so much physically but emotionally he relied on me for a lot, for things that he couldn't turn to anyone else for.
"He's being a dumbass- Ash! Get out here and apologize to her or else she's gonna keep fuckin' cryin, man." Fez huffs, his hands rubbing over the top of his head as he kneels down between my legs, hand reaching out to take mine in his.
Hearing loud stomps come from down the hall, I watch as Ashtray enters the room, a pout on his lips and his arms folded over his chest as he throws himself down onto the chair across from me.
"Apologize to Y/n." Fez asks, sitting down beside me as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, watching as Ash rolls his eyes, muttering out a quiet apology as sad tears stream down my cheeks.
"Ash you know that no matter what happens I'm always gonna love and protect you." I sniffle, brushing the tears from my cheeks as Fez's hand secures on my thigh. Ash's eyes dip lower, avoiding me as he lets out a grunt of acknowledgement. "Just think about it. You're gonna be an uncle to a little ass-kicker. Another little one to protect." A soft smile spreads across my lips at the thought of him interacting with mine and Fez's child, knowing that he would be an amazing uncle even though he's a bit rough around the edges.
Ash's face lightens a bit at my reassuring words, a small nod thrown my way as I relax, watching as his eyes flicker up to find mine. "Fine." He shrugs, pushing all jealousy and insecurity to the back of his mind as his shoulders relax.
"Get over here and give me a hug, asshole."
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