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billy x hopper! oc

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warnings: kidnapping, trauma! at hawkins lab, violence w/ guns (but no shooting), angst, comfort, strong language, superhuman oc, bad plot probably, set between seasons two and three

prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could write a Billy Hargrove x reader. She has powers like 11 and know each other. One day he sees her handcuffed and led by some men to a van and she has some bruises on her arm so he goes after her.

– I adjusted this because it fit too well with my heaven-sent series to not turn into a fran x billy heaven-sent one-shot. hope that's okay!

Billy changed the route of his daily morning jog around the same time that he and Fran became…whatever it is they are. Whatever that aching knot in the very pits of his belly means. The first day, he pretended as though he hadn’t gone out of his way to run by the trailer on the edge of the lake. The second, she caught him and offered him coffee. Now, it’s pancakes or cereal or whatever she has on offer that day, and he can never say no. Not to her. 

But something’s wrong today. In front of the trailer sit three white vans. Not her father’s, the chief’s. Just…plain, ominous white vans. He slows and yanks off his headphones, sweat dripping down his neck. And then the trailer door swings open, and his heart sinks into his stomach. Fran is being pulled along by a group of neatly dressed men, and her eyes…golden. Round. Filled with fear that can’t mean anything good. 

“Hey!” he shouts, but when they spot him, the men only urge her toward the vans quicker. Fran stumbles and strains to get a look at him, and only then does he realise she’s handcuffed. “Fran. What the hell’s going on?”

One of the men holds him back like she’s some sort of celebrity. Or prisoner. 

And a part of him already knows, then, or at least can guess what these people would want with Fran. With his Fran. She’s shuddering just like she always does when an episode happens, a speck of blood beneath her nostrils. They know about her powers. They’re trying to take her away. 

“Call my dad, Billy,” she begs. 

“I’m afraid Hawkins' chief of police won’t be able to do much this time,” the man yanking her forward drawls. As though he’s enjoying it. It makes Billy sick. 

“No. No way. You’re not taking her.” He shoves the human barrier aside and runs for the car, but his arms are pulled back and there are more of them restraining him now. 

And then a cold piece of metal presses against his head. A gun. He stops writhing, his blood going cold. 

“Let her go.” All he can do is beg, fear a shivering fist around his gut. “You’ve got it wrong. You can’t take her.”

“Just call my dad, Billy,” Fran pleads again, and then her head is lowered and she’s pushed into the back of the van. The last thing he sees before the doors close is that terror contorting her features, and those gold eyes, and the pain he knows she feels when it happens. 

A lump forms in Billy’s throat, hatred curling his upper lip, but he doesn’t dare move. What good would he be to her if his brains are splattered across her driveway? She’s right. He needs to get Hopper. “Let her go,” he grounds out anyway. “There’s a mistake here.”

“You won’t tell anybody about this.” The gunman clicks the safety off just to give his message loud and clear. If Billy talks, he dies. “Billy Hargrove, isn’t it? How’s your sister, Maxine?”

That, he hadn’t expected. They know who he is. Know about Max. Probably know where he lives. Jesus. How long have they been watching Fran? To what fucking end?

He can’t even think about that. If he gets angry, he’ll do something stupid like get them both killed, and he can’t let that happen. She needs him strong, steady, something Billy Hargrove has never felt before and certainly doesn’t feel now.

But he’ll do his damn best for her. 

“I won’t tell anybody,” he whispers. 

“Not even the chief.” The gunman’s finger hovers over the trigger.

Billy shakes his head, defeated. “Not even the chief.”

“Good.” He slaps Billy’s back, the group dispersing back towards the vans. “Glad we could clear that up. You forget about all of this and you won’t have to worry.”

He climbs into the van and slams the door, cool gaze still fixed on Billy. They drive off, leaving Billy in the dust. He watches the van with Fran inside, his lower lip trembling. What the fuck does he do now?

***

He shakes. For the rest of the day, he shakes like a fucking leaf. He goes to school because he knows he’s being watched. Pretends everything is normal; like Fran isn’t gone. He tries not to think about what they might do to her. She’s not normal, maybe not even human, and he realises somewhere along the line that he was wrong. He has seen those vans before, the night that Fran and him found Hopper underground. Those vine things alive, curled around him. 

He needs Hopper, and much as he hates it, he does the only thing he can think of. Gets the police’s attention.

If those damn freaks knew anything about him, they’d know he’s had a few run-ins with the law. So he skips fifth period and speeds around town until those damn lights follow him. Callahan takes him into the station as predicted with a smarmy, “No girlfriend to bail you out this time?”

Billy grits his teeth, remembering the first time Fran bailed him out for drunk driving. They take care of each other. It’s what they do. And it kills him that, this time, he doesn't know how. 

“Chief around?” he mumbles after he’s been questioned and left with a strike in his license. 

“On his lunch break,” Callahan replies. 

Great. Fuck knows how long that could last. He leans back in his seat, knee bouncing as he tips his head and blows out a long, ragged breath. 

“Don’t think he’ll be too impressed to find you here again. You wanna date the chief's daughter, you better stop being a delinquent.” 

He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need to talk to him. Can you call him in?”

“No need. You’re all done here, as long as you pay the fine in the next two weeks. Another strike on your license, and it’s gone. You hear me?”

Thankfully, the station door opens and a heavy-footed Hopper struts in, a box of donuts in his hand and a bear claw in his mouth. Both are left on Flo’s desk when he catches sight of Billy. “Are you kidding me?”

“I need to talk to you in your office.”

“Oh, you’re gonna.” He glares and yanks Billy up by the collar, causing him to scowl. “Jesus Christ, what the hell does Fran see in you? What are you in for now?”

“Speeding,” Callahan supplies.

Another grumble as Hopper shoves him into his office. Billy waits until the door is closed, and then all his pent-up worry finally pours out of him. “Fran’s gone. She’s gone, chief, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to fucking d —”

“Woah, woah. Slow down. Fran’s gone where?” 

“They took her.” His voice rises with panic, no matter how badly he tries to keep quiet. “Those guys in the white vans. The ones who were there that night…they took her. Said if I told anyone, I’d be dead and made it pretty damn clear the rest of my family would be, too. I wanted to go after her, but there were too many. There were too goddamn many.”

Hopper’s features turn grave in an instant. “When was this?”

“This morning. Around eight.”

His knuckles whiten, hands curling into fists. “You should have come to me sooner.”

“They’re watching me. What the hell was I supposed to do? They threatened my goddamn sister.”

Hopper pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. You’re right. We have to be careful about this.”

“But we can get her back, right? You know where they’d take her?”

“I have an idea, yeah.”

Billy blows out a breath of relief, still trembling all over. “So let’s go. Now.”

“We can’t just waltz in. We need a plan. I need…Jesus, I need to call Joyce. She can get us in, I’m sure.”

He knows nothing about Joyce’s place in all this, but any plan is better than playing sitting ducks. He runs a hand over his mouth, exhausted and desperate to get Fran back. “Do you think…would they hurt her?”

Hopper purses his lips as though he can’t bear to answer. Finally, his brows lower and he heads to the telephone on the desk. “No. They won’t hurt her. We won’t let them.”

Billy wants so badly to believe it.

***

An hour later, they’re at the gate of Hawkins Lab, Joyce and Hopper in the front seats. After a lengthy argument about Billy’s role in it all, he’s hiding on the floor of the back seat while they attempt to convince the guard that it’s urgent. Something about Will. A flashlight flits around the car and then the gates buzz. They’re in.

“You stay in the car,” Hopper rattles for the tenth time. “If they see you, they’ll know what’s going on.”

“Right, and they wouldn’t suspect you,” Billy retorts.

“They think they can control me. I let them think that. But you’re a livewire and you have no idea what we’re walking into here.”

“Because nobody tells me a damn thing.”

“Thank your lucky stars for it, kid. You don’t want to know. Trust me.”

“Just like Fran didn’t want to know?” It’s a low blow, especially now, but Billy is pissed off and he knows how badly it hurt Fran when she found out she was adopted. She’d come from the lab and hadn’t known it. Hadn’t known she was gifted at all until recently. She deserved better than that. She deserved the truth. 

“I’m not arguing with you, Hargrove.” Hopper pops a cigarette in his mouth before ordering, “Just stay in the damn car.”

Joyce and Hopper get out, and Billy waits all of five minutes before impatience gets the better of him. He peers out of the window on all sides before sneaking out, weaving between the parked cars and behind the back of the building. Hopper is taking the long route, but Billy just needs Fran back. Now. He can’t sit by and wait and hope a small-town police chief and Joyce Byers can take on the group he saw this morning. No fucking way.

That’s why, when a guy dressed in a lab coat comes out of the back entrance by the dumpster, Billy wastes no time in knocking him out. Neil might be a piece of shit, but he’s taught him how to throw a decent punch. The scientist goes straight down, and Billy catches the door with his foot before it closes, bending over to yank off the coat. He finds a key card in the pocket and slips the coat on, licking his palm and slicking back his curls in the hopes it might make him look less like a Brat Pack teenager and more like a kidnapping, experimenting piece of shit. 

The lab is bigger on the inside. He takes the stairwell in the corner of the building where he’s less likely to be spotted, finding a list signposted on each floor. He has no idea where Fran might be, until he’s breathless and finds the word subjects listed under the sixth level. He can’t even think about what it might mean, only that it’s the closest he’s come to feeling Fran since she was taken. So he smooths down his shirt, takes a deep breath, and steps into the corridor. 

It’s grey-walled, with sad excuses for rainbows painted along every edge of it as though this could be anything but hell. He peers through each door and finds empty rooms — until the end one. There Fran is, curled on her side with her back to him. His heart leaps into his throat and he uses the key card to get in. 

“Fran.”

She’s trembling, and he isn’t sure she’s even heard him at first. Not until she murmurs, “Go away. Go away. Go away.”

“Fran, angel.” He walks cautiously towards her, crouching but not daring to touch her yet. “It’s me. It’s Billy. Look at me.”

She stiffens finally and turns around, sitting up. She’s pale, bandaids on her elbows as though she’s had blood tests or IV drips inserted into her. Anger swirls in him. If they’ve used her as some damn lab-rat…

There are bruises, too. From the way they manhandled her, maybe. He hopes that’s all it’s from. If someone hurt her, he isn’t sure what he’ll do. 

“Billy,” she whispers, her eyes becoming glossy as she wraps her arms around him. “Oh my god. Billy.”

“I’m here.” He tucks a curl behind her ear gently. “What did they do to you? What did they do, Fran? I swear to god, if they hurt you —”

“Tests. They did tests.” Her voice wobbles, so far removed from her usual cockiness and wit. It breaks his heart right down the middle. “I’ve been here before. I remember…”

“Let’s get you home, okay? You can tell me everything when I get you home.”

She nods, her chin wobbling. “I’m scared, Billy.”

“You don’t need to be scared. I’m here.”

She places a hand on his chest as though she can’t quite believe it, and his fingers curl around her elbows to help her up. Her legs are wobbly, eyes glazed. 

And then the alarms go off. 

“We need to go. They know we’re here.” He pulls her into him and they set off into a staggering run back down the blaring corridor. She’s barefoot, unsteady, but she’s in his arms and that’s all he can focus on. Footfalls echo behind him and he knows they’re close. Breathless sobs leave her as they skip down the stairs two at a time, back the way they came. He realises at the last minute that it isn’t a good idea and pulls her into the next corridor to take another flight of stairs. Somebody will have found the guy he knocked out by now and he can’t afford to run into whoever it was. 

The lab gets busier the further down they get — but then Hopper and Joyce are there on the ground floor, relief written across their faces. 

“Go!” Billy yells, urging them all out. They do, Hopper sprinting to the car ahead of them so he can unlock it. People are running onto the parking lot now — scientists, guards, people in suits like the ones from this morning, but they don’t know where the threat is, still bewildered, and it gives them the chance to get out. 

Only the gates are closing. Billy pulls Fran into the backseat and Joyce collapse into the passenger. They don’t have time to fasten their seatbelts before they’re speeding away, and just in time before the gates close. 

Billy chokes on his relief and focuses on Fran. Still pale, still shaking, still not her. “We’re going home now. We’re getting you home, okay? You’re safe.”

She shakes her head at the same time Hopper replies, “‘Fraid not. We need to get out of Hawkins. Are you okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” It’s an uncertain whisper. 

“I left you on your own too damn much,” he mumbles. “Should’ve been there.”

“Yeah,” she repeats. She’s clutching Billy’s hand so tightly his skin is turning white, but he doesn’t care. He’s needed this all day. He can’t put into words just how much he's needed it. He’s alone in the world without her, floating in an abyss, and he needs her. He needs her so damn much he aches. 

He smooths down one of her knotted curls, his finger trailing down her cheek, her jaw. She gulps and closes her eyes, nestling into his chest. 

“The two of you need to stay out of sight until we’re out of town,” Hopper says. “Get down.”

They do, cuddling up on the cab floor together. Billy can’t bring himself to let go. “Scared me so damn much, angel. Jesus.” He can still feel it pressing into him, that fear.

“I’m never going to be normal,” she replies, her voice cracking. “I’m never going to be me again.”

“You’re always gonna be you.” He squeezes her hand. He wants to rip the hospital gown off. It’s too harsh a reminder of what she’s faced. What he couldn’t save her from. “And I’m always gonna be here to make sure you remember it.”

Her eyes fall shut finally, and he’s never seen her look this small, this young. He wishes he could help her. Wishes there was a quick fix. But Fran will never need fixing. She just needs to be set free, and the world won’t let her. 

“My fuckin’ angel, huh?” he murmurs, dragging his knuckle against her cheek again. “Always my angel.”

And he’d happily be her devil if she let him. He’d be anything for her. The fucking halo on her head. He doesn’t care as long as he’s hers. 

“You shouldn’t be mixed up in this,” she says.

“Too bad,” he replies without missing a beat. “‘Cos I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me.”

She cups his jaw finally, resting her forehead against his chin. “Thank you for getting me out.”

“I was never gonna leave you, Fran. Never.” He kisses her forehead and then cradles her head against his shoulder, snuggling in this cramped, unknown space while the engine whirs beneath them. And he’s still terrified, but he’s not floating untethered anymore. She’s here, and it has to be enough until they figure out what comes next. 

fezco x reader

— you and fezco break up, and your first time seeing him is at the new year's party... with lexi

warnings: angst, mentions of weed

pls enjoy!! fez has been on my mind rent free for like ever <3 comment and lmk ur thoughts!!

“i’m tryna get fucked up tonight.” you mumbled. the laughter from the other three girls you were with caused you to peel your eyes away from the window. jules smiled sympathetically and patted your knee.

“honestly, you deserve it, babes.” kat said from the drivers seat.

“i’m with you, bitch. fuck boys, they’re fucking dumb.” maddy scoffed. you nodded along to her words. before you could say anything else, the muffled music from the party you were en route to hit your ears. your heart began to thump to the beat of the song. taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for all the chaos.

truthfully, you had no intention of going to this new years eve party. you were ready to spend the night wallowing in self pity and enjoying a tub of ice cream. your friends had other plans. maddy coerced you into girlboss-ing your way out of the heartbreak and that was compelling enough for you. deciding you had enough of wearing sweats, you slipped into an orange matching set; a mini skirt and a bell sleeved crop top that was tied together in the valley between your breasts. you’d been dying to wear that particular set on a date. but that was before fezco broke your heart.

“hey, let’s go forget this whole dumbass year.” jules grinned at you. you noticed the car wasn’t moving anymore. it was parked in front of a house with blaring music, smoke coming out from some windows, and a whole bunch of cups littering the front yard. thank god for highschool parties. you smiled back at jules. all four of you stumbled out of the car, squealing and laughing.

“c’mon, yn. if i don’t find a bathroom, i’ma spend new years with a fucking UTI.” maddy grumbled. she intertwined you fingers with hers. you let out a giggle and followed after her in search of a bathroom. jules and kat waved goodbye as they went straight to the kitchen to find something to drink.

“alright, but we have to find cassie after. bitch has my pink rolling papers.”

there was no finding cassie. because after standing in the bathroom line with maddy, you got impatient and just wanted to get drunk. that’s the thing. you can’t say you were a big drinker. or smoker. in general, you were a clean girl. but after meeting fez, you were opened to a world of possibilities. you never did more than smoke weed; fez made sure to keep you away from any hard shit that he sold. he was strcit about that: he kept you away from his work. he would never be able to forgive himself if so much as a hair on your head was hurt because of his business.

you, on the other hand, cared less about his dealing. you didn’t like it, but who were you to make him stop? you just silently accepted it, despite knowing it would be his demise. as you went through your breakup, you found that part to be sick. that you were content with watching him ruin any future he could have, any future he and ash could have, all because you were in love with him. the happiness you felt when in his presence was blinding. it was love and it was sick.

your body was moving to the rhythm, the alcohol in your system making the music much more enjoyable. you were pressed against jules. at least it was jules the last time you checked. you opened your eyes to find yourself looking straight ahead. lexi was in your line of sight, sitting on a couch. lexi. cassie. rolling papers. a gasp came out of your mouth and you stumbled towards her.

“oops!” you giggled as you wobbled on your way to lexi. a hand, belonging to god knows who, reached out to help you gain your balance. “thanks.” you mumbled to whoever helped you. finally looking up, you saw that lexi wasn’t on the couch alone. your breath caught in your throat when you saw him. his green eyes met yours and they lit up, just like they used to. he felt an adoring smile take over his features unwillingly. god, it’d been so long since he last saw you and you looked like the personification of love. he missed you.

“oh. hey, there. you okay, yn?” lexi chuckled. she reached out her hand to you to help you stay steady. fez blinked and was taken out of his trance. his brows furrowed together at the realization that you were pretty fucked up, something that you rarely did.

“shit.” you breathed. a nervous hand went down to tug at your tiny skirt. having his eyes on you, made you feel naked. like he could see right through you. and for a second you felt ridiculous. you turned your attention to lexi. “is- um, is cassie here?” you struggled to find the words you wanted to say. fez wondered if he was making you nervous. before, when you were together, he liked that feeling. knowing he could get you all flustered made his heart swell. but this one, this wasn’t the same giddiness from before. this was uncertainty and he hated himself for being the one to cause those feelings.

“i really have no clue. we, like, got into it on the way here.. so.” lexi shrugged. it took a second for her words to process in your head. no cassie. which means.. fez looks pretty in his green knit sweater. nope. wrong. backtrack. no cassie.

“no rolling papers.” you said. lexi blinked in confusion. you shook your head and forced out a laugh. “sorry, i mean, um, let me know if you find her?”

“yeah, of course. will you let me know if you find her first?”

“i got you.” you reassured. there was a moment of awkward silence. you fought with yourself to say hi to fez or not. would it be weird? why would it be weird, though? you dated him for over six months, nothing should be weird. but then he broke up with you, so.. you lifted your eyes to dare look at him. he was watching you with unwavering eyes. you quickly looked away. “i should go. um, i hope you two enjoy your new year. um, together?”you felt your heart drop at the sound of the last word you spoke. well, questioned. you scolded yourself for imposing on something that was none of your business.

“nah, we not-”

“no! yn, i would never-”

“i’m so sorry! really, i don’t care. please, happy new year.” you rambled before quickly spinning on your heel to bail. you felt so embarrassed for having imposed like that. you needed a drink to wash away your sorrows. but fez wasn’t going to let you slip away from his hands. not again. especially if you thought he had moved on because god was he far from moving on. he jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand. “what? fez? what are you doing?”

“god damn it, shit.” he mumbled. he lead you into a surprisingly empty room. you had so many questions to ask him. you wanted to know why he brought you here, the room and to this heartbreak.

“what’s going on?” you whispered. you took your hand out of his. timidly, you pushed some hair behind your ear. fez looked down at his empty hand.

“for real? you see me with a girl and you don’t give a shit? what the fuck?” though his words sounded angry, that’s not how they came out at all. the anguish in his tone plucked tears in your eyes immedietly. fez saw the tears. he stepped forward and laid his hands on your hips. “c’mon now, don’t cry, ma. y’know that shit breaks my heart.”

“i literally don’t understand, fez. isn’t this what you wanted?” you blinked up at him. you didn’t find the strength to shy away from his touch. your words didn’t waver but your actions did. how could they not? his touch was warm and welcoming and caring. he lifted his thumb to caress your cheek and wipe away the tear that escaped. fez vowed a long time ago to never hurt you. he found it pathetic that he finds himself in the same position as the last time he saw you. you crying in his arms.

“ion fuckin’ know what i want.” he said. you knew fez wasn’t one for elaborate planning and scheming. he was simple in his way of living; protect his loved ones and provide for them. you found it hard to believe that he didn’t know what he wanted. he sensed your disappointment, knowing that was a shitty answer. “i’m not tryna lose you.”

“you broke up with me! what the fuck do you mean you don’t want to lose me? you already did! i’m not yours anymore.” you reached a full sob by the end of what you were saying.

“don’t say that. dont be sayin’ that ma. i fucked up. you’ll always be mine. right?” he leaned his forhead against yours and squeezed his eyes shut. fez slowly slid down onto his knees. he hugged the lower half of your body and pressed his head into your lower stomach. you’d seen many sides of him; the pretty and the ugly. this, having kneeling in front of you, in a context you’d never imgaine you two in, was a different kind of vulnerability. one that fezco only showed to you.

you kneeled down in front of him. there were many questions unanswered. you didn’t understand his actions, past and present. you did, however, understand his emotions. you stared into each other’s eyes; everything falling into place. you leaned in to kiss the freckles scattered all over his pretty face. his reveled in your affection. fezco spent your time apart worrying he wouldn’t get this exact feeling again. not with someone else, but with you. he didn’t want anyone else. nothing could compare to the comfort you gave him.

“i’m in love with you, fezco. i will always be yours.” a wave of relief washed over him and put out the fire burning inside of him. fez wasn’t sure if he deserved your forgiveness— your love— so fast. but he sure as hell was going to accept it and tend to it delicately.

“we shouldn’t be together. it’s too dangerous for you, pretty girl.” he thought out loud. you blinked at him. anxiety took over your body. you prayed to any god out there that he wouldn’t leave you again. “but i’ma take care of you. i’m not finna lose you again.” fez watched as your soft lips pulled into a gleaming smile. he wanted to hear your reaction, but in that moment he was blinded. all he wanted was to kiss you. “you look so pretty, ma. jus’ wanna hold you.”

“hold me and never let go.” you whispered against fez’s lips. i’ll try.

fezco x reader

— you and fezco break up, and your first time seeing him is at the new year's party... with lexi

warnings: angst, mentions of weed

pls enjoy!! fez has been on my mind rent free for like ever <3 comment and lmk ur thoughts!!

“i’m tryna get fucked up tonight.” you mumbled. the laughter from the other three girls you were with caused you to peel your eyes away from the window. jules smiled sympathetically and patted your knee.

“honestly, you deserve it, babes.” kat said from the drivers seat.

“i’m with you, bitch. fuck boys, they’re fucking dumb.” maddy scoffed. you nodded along to her words. before you could say anything else, the muffled music from the party you were en route to hit your ears. your heart began to thump to the beat of the song. taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for all the chaos.

truthfully, you had no intention of going to this new years eve party. you were ready to spend the night wallowing in self pity and enjoying a tub of ice cream. your friends had other plans. maddy coerced you into girlboss-ing your way out of the heartbreak and that was compelling enough for you. deciding you had enough of wearing sweats, you slipped into an orange matching set; a mini skirt and a bell sleeved crop top that was tied together in the valley between your breasts. you’d been dying to wear that particular set on a date. but that was before fezco broke your heart.

“hey, let’s go forget this whole dumbass year.” jules grinned at you. you noticed the car wasn’t moving anymore. it was parked in front of a house with blaring music, smoke coming out from some windows, and a whole bunch of cups littering the front yard. thank god for highschool parties. you smiled back at jules. all four of you stumbled out of the car, squealing and laughing.

“c’mon, yn. if i don’t find a bathroom, i’ma spend new years with a fucking UTI.” maddy grumbled. she intertwined you fingers with hers. you let out a giggle and followed after her in search of a bathroom. jules and kat waved goodbye as they went straight to the kitchen to find something to drink.

“alright, but we have to find cassie after. bitch has my pink rolling papers.”

there was no finding cassie. because after standing in the bathroom line with maddy, you got impatient and just wanted to get drunk. that’s the thing. you can’t say you were a big drinker. or smoker. in general, you were a clean girl. but after meeting fez, you were opened to a world of possibilities. you never did more than smoke weed; fez made sure to keep you away from any hard shit that he sold. he was strcit about that: he kept you away from his work. he would never be able to forgive himself if so much as a hair on your head was hurt because of his business.

you, on the other hand, cared less about his dealing. you didn’t like it, but who were you to make him stop? you just silently accepted it, despite knowing it would be his demise. as you went through your breakup, you found that part to be sick. that you were content with watching him ruin any future he could have, any future he and ash could have, all because you were in love with him. the happiness you felt when in his presence was blinding. it was love and it was sick.

your body was moving to the rhythm, the alcohol in your system making the music much more enjoyable. you were pressed against jules. at least it was jules the last time you checked. you opened your eyes to find yourself looking straight ahead. lexi was in your line of sight, sitting on a couch. lexi. cassie. rolling papers. a gasp came out of your mouth and you stumbled towards her.

“oops!” you giggled as you wobbled on your way to lexi. a hand, belonging to god knows who, reached out to help you gain your balance. “thanks.” you mumbled to whoever helped you. finally looking up, you saw that lexi wasn’t on the couch alone. your breath caught in your throat when you saw him. his green eyes met yours and they lit up, just like they used to. he felt an adoring smile take over his features unwillingly. god, it’d been so long since he last saw you and you looked like the personification of love. he missed you.

“oh. hey, there. you okay, yn?” lexi chuckled. she reached out her hand to you to help you stay steady. fez blinked and was taken out of his trance. his brows furrowed together at the realization that you were pretty fucked up, something that you rarely did.

“shit.” you breathed. a nervous hand went down to tug at your tiny skirt. having his eyes on you, made you feel naked. like he could see right through you. and for a second you felt ridiculous. you turned your attention to lexi. “is- um, is cassie here?” you struggled to find the words you wanted to say. fez wondered if he was making you nervous. before, when you were together, he liked that feeling. knowing he could get you all flustered made his heart swell. but this one, this wasn’t the same giddiness from before. this was uncertainty and he hated himself for being the one to cause those feelings.

“i really have no clue. we, like, got into it on the way here.. so.” lexi shrugged. it took a second for her words to process in your head. no cassie. which means.. fez looks pretty in his green knit sweater. nope. wrong. backtrack. no cassie.

“no rolling papers.” you said. lexi blinked in confusion. you shook your head and forced out a laugh. “sorry, i mean, um, let me know if you find her?”

“yeah, of course. will you let me know if you find her first?”

“i got you.” you reassured. there was a moment of awkward silence. you fought with yourself to say hi to fez or not. would it be weird? why would it be weird, though? you dated him for over six months, nothing should be weird. but then he broke up with you, so.. you lifted your eyes to dare look at him. he was watching you with unwavering eyes. you quickly looked away. “i should go. um, i hope you two enjoy your new year. um, together?”you felt your heart drop at the sound of the last word you spoke. well, questioned. you scolded yourself for imposing on something that was none of your business.

“nah, we not-”

“no! yn, i would never-”

“i’m so sorry! really, i don’t care. please, happy new year.” you rambled before quickly spinning on your heel to bail. you felt so embarrassed for having imposed like that. you needed a drink to wash away your sorrows. but fez wasn’t going to let you slip away from his hands. not again. especially if you thought he had moved on because god was he far from moving on. he jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand. “what? fez? what are you doing?”

“god damn it, shit.” he mumbled. he lead you into a surprisingly empty room. you had so many questions to ask him. you wanted to know why he brought you here, the room and to this heartbreak.

“what’s going on?” you whispered. you took your hand out of his. timidly, you pushed some hair behind your ear. fez looked down at his empty hand.

“for real? you see me with a girl and you don’t give a shit? what the fuck?” though his words sounded angry, that’s not how they came out at all. the anguish in his tone plucked tears in your eyes immedietly. fez saw the tears. he stepped forward and laid his hands on your hips. “c’mon now, don’t cry, ma. y’know that shit breaks my heart.”

“i literally don’t understand, fez. isn’t this what you wanted?” you blinked up at him. you didn’t find the strength to shy away from his touch. your words didn’t waver but your actions did. how could they not? his touch was warm and welcoming and caring. he lifted his thumb to caress your cheek and wipe away the tear that escaped. fez vowed a long time ago to never hurt you. he found it pathetic that he finds himself in the same position as the last time he saw you. you crying in his arms.

“ion fuckin’ know what i want.” he said. you knew fez wasn’t one for elaborate planning and scheming. he was simple in his way of living; protect his loved ones and provide for them. you found it hard to believe that he didn’t know what he wanted. he sensed your disappointment, knowing that was a shitty answer. “i’m not tryna lose you.”

“you broke up with me! what the fuck do you mean you don’t want to lose me? you already did! i’m not yours anymore.” you reached a full sob by the end of what you were saying.

“don’t say that. dont be sayin’ that ma. i fucked up. you’ll always be mine. right?” he leaned his forhead against yours and squeezed his eyes shut. fez slowly slid down onto his knees. he hugged the lower half of your body and pressed his head into your lower stomach. you’d seen many sides of him; the pretty and the ugly. this, having kneeling in front of you, in a context you’d never imgaine you two in, was a different kind of vulnerability. one that fezco only showed to you.

you kneeled down in front of him. there were many questions unanswered. you didn’t understand his actions, past and present. you did, however, understand his emotions. you stared into each other’s eyes; everything falling into place. you leaned in to kiss the freckles scattered all over his pretty face. his reveled in your affection. fezco spent your time apart worrying he wouldn’t get this exact feeling again. not with someone else, but with you. he didn’t want anyone else. nothing could compare to the comfort you gave him.

“i’m in love with you, fezco. i will always be yours.” a wave of relief washed over him and put out the fire burning inside of him. fez wasn’t sure if he deserved your forgiveness— your love— so fast. but he sure as hell was going to accept it and tend to it delicately.

“we shouldn’t be together. it’s too dangerous for you, pretty girl.” he thought out loud. you blinked at him. anxiety took over your body. you prayed to any god out there that he wouldn’t leave you again. “but i’ma take care of you. i’m not finna lose you again.” fez watched as your soft lips pulled into a gleaming smile. he wanted to hear your reaction, but in that moment he was blinded. all he wanted was to kiss you. “you look so pretty, ma. jus’ wanna hold you.”

“hold me and never let go.” you whispered against fez’s lips. i’ll try.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓

━━𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

to have or to hold @sunny-reys

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━━𝐟𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

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━━𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲

fezco x reader

— you and fezco break up, and your first time seeing him is at the new year's party... with lexi

warnings: angst, mentions of weed

pls enjoy!! fez has been on my mind rent free for like ever <3 comment and lmk ur thoughts!!

“i’m tryna get fucked up tonight.” you mumbled. the laughter from the other three girls you were with caused you to peel your eyes away from the window. jules smiled sympathetically and patted your knee.

“honestly, you deserve it, babes.” kat said from the drivers seat.

“i’m with you, bitch. fuck boys, they’re fucking dumb.” maddy scoffed. you nodded along to her words. before you could say anything else, the muffled music from the party you were en route to hit your ears. your heart began to thump to the beat of the song. taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for all the chaos.

truthfully, you had no intention of going to this new years eve party. you were ready to spend the night wallowing in self pity and enjoying a tub of ice cream. your friends had other plans. maddy coerced you into girlboss-ing your way out of the heartbreak and that was compelling enough for you. deciding you had enough of wearing sweats, you slipped into an orange matching set; a mini skirt and a bell sleeved crop top that was tied together in the valley between your breasts. you’d been dying to wear that particular set on a date. but that was before fezco broke your heart.

“hey, let’s go forget this whole dumbass year.” jules grinned at you. you noticed the car wasn’t moving anymore. it was parked in front of a house with blaring music, smoke coming out from some windows, and a whole bunch of cups littering the front yard. thank god for highschool parties. you smiled back at jules. all four of you stumbled out of the car, squealing and laughing.

“c’mon, yn. if i don’t find a bathroom, i’ma spend new years with a fucking UTI.” maddy grumbled. she intertwined you fingers with hers. you let out a giggle and followed after her in search of a bathroom. jules and kat waved goodbye as they went straight to the kitchen to find something to drink.

“alright, but we have to find cassie after. bitch has my pink rolling papers.”

there was no finding cassie. because after standing in the bathroom line with maddy, you got impatient and just wanted to get drunk. that’s the thing. you can’t say you were a big drinker. or smoker. in general, you were a clean girl. but after meeting fez, you were opened to a world of possibilities. you never did more than smoke weed; fez made sure to keep you away from any hard shit that he sold. he was strcit about that: he kept you away from his work. he would never be able to forgive himself if so much as a hair on your head was hurt because of his business.

you, on the other hand, cared less about his dealing. you didn’t like it, but who were you to make him stop? you just silently accepted it, despite knowing it would be his demise. as you went through your breakup, you found that part to be sick. that you were content with watching him ruin any future he could have, any future he and ash could have, all because you were in love with him. the happiness you felt when in his presence was blinding. it was love and it was sick.

your body was moving to the rhythm, the alcohol in your system making the music much more enjoyable. you were pressed against jules. at least it was jules the last time you checked. you opened your eyes to find yourself looking straight ahead. lexi was in your line of sight, sitting on a couch. lexi. cassie. rolling papers. a gasp came out of your mouth and you stumbled towards her.

“oops!” you giggled as you wobbled on your way to lexi. a hand, belonging to god knows who, reached out to help you gain your balance. “thanks.” you mumbled to whoever helped you. finally looking up, you saw that lexi wasn’t on the couch alone. your breath caught in your throat when you saw him. his green eyes met yours and they lit up, just like they used to. he felt an adoring smile take over his features unwillingly. god, it’d been so long since he last saw you and you looked like the personification of love. he missed you.

“oh. hey, there. you okay, yn?” lexi chuckled. she reached out her hand to you to help you stay steady. fez blinked and was taken out of his trance. his brows furrowed together at the realization that you were pretty fucked up, something that you rarely did.

“shit.” you breathed. a nervous hand went down to tug at your tiny skirt. having his eyes on you, made you feel naked. like he could see right through you. and for a second you felt ridiculous. you turned your attention to lexi. “is- um, is cassie here?” you struggled to find the words you wanted to say. fez wondered if he was making you nervous. before, when you were together, he liked that feeling. knowing he could get you all flustered made his heart swell. but this one, this wasn’t the same giddiness from before. this was uncertainty and he hated himself for being the one to cause those feelings.

“i really have no clue. we, like, got into it on the way here.. so.” lexi shrugged. it took a second for her words to process in your head. no cassie. which means.. fez looks pretty in his green knit sweater. nope. wrong. backtrack. no cassie.

“no rolling papers.” you said. lexi blinked in confusion. you shook your head and forced out a laugh. “sorry, i mean, um, let me know if you find her?”

“yeah, of course. will you let me know if you find her first?”

“i got you.” you reassured. there was a moment of awkward silence. you fought with yourself to say hi to fez or not. would it be weird? why would it be weird, though? you dated him for over six months, nothing should be weird. but then he broke up with you, so.. you lifted your eyes to dare look at him. he was watching you with unwavering eyes. you quickly looked away. “i should go. um, i hope you two enjoy your new year. um, together?”you felt your heart drop at the sound of the last word you spoke. well, questioned. you scolded yourself for imposing on something that was none of your business.

“nah, we not-”

“no! yn, i would never-”

“i’m so sorry! really, i don’t care. please, happy new year.” you rambled before quickly spinning on your heel to bail. you felt so embarrassed for having imposed like that. you needed a drink to wash away your sorrows. but fez wasn’t going to let you slip away from his hands. not again. especially if you thought he had moved on because god was he far from moving on. he jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand. “what? fez? what are you doing?”

“god damn it, shit.” he mumbled. he lead you into a surprisingly empty room. you had so many questions to ask him. you wanted to know why he brought you here, the room and to this heartbreak.

“what’s going on?” you whispered. you took your hand out of his. timidly, you pushed some hair behind your ear. fez looked down at his empty hand.

“for real? you see me with a girl and you don’t give a shit? what the fuck?” though his words sounded angry, that’s not how they came out at all. the anguish in his tone plucked tears in your eyes immedietly. fez saw the tears. he stepped forward and laid his hands on your hips. “c’mon now, don’t cry, ma. y’know that shit breaks my heart.”

“i literally don’t understand, fez. isn’t this what you wanted?” you blinked up at him. you didn’t find the strength to shy away from his touch. your words didn’t waver but your actions did. how could they not? his touch was warm and welcoming and caring. he lifted his thumb to caress your cheek and wipe away the tear that escaped. fez vowed a long time ago to never hurt you. he found it pathetic that he finds himself in the same position as the last time he saw you. you crying in his arms.

“ion fuckin’ know what i want.” he said. you knew fez wasn’t one for elaborate planning and scheming. he was simple in his way of living; protect his loved ones and provide for them. you found it hard to believe that he didn’t know what he wanted. he sensed your disappointment, knowing that was a shitty answer. “i’m not tryna lose you.”

“you broke up with me! what the fuck do you mean you don’t want to lose me? you already did! i’m not yours anymore.” you reached a full sob by the end of what you were saying.

“don’t say that. dont be sayin’ that ma. i fucked up. you’ll always be mine. right?” he leaned his forhead against yours and squeezed his eyes shut. fez slowly slid down onto his knees. he hugged the lower half of your body and pressed his head into your lower stomach. you’d seen many sides of him; the pretty and the ugly. this, having kneeling in front of you, in a context you’d never imgaine you two in, was a different kind of vulnerability. one that fezco only showed to you.

you kneeled down in front of him. there were many questions unanswered. you didn’t understand his actions, past and present. you did, however, understand his emotions. you stared into each other’s eyes; everything falling into place. you leaned in to kiss the freckles scattered all over his pretty face. his reveled in your affection. fezco spent your time apart worrying he wouldn’t get this exact feeling again. not with someone else, but with you. he didn’t want anyone else. nothing could compare to the comfort you gave him.

“i’m in love with you, fezco. i will always be yours.” a wave of relief washed over him and put out the fire burning inside of him. fez wasn’t sure if he deserved your forgiveness— your love— so fast. but he sure as hell was going to accept it and tend to it delicately.

“we shouldn’t be together. it’s too dangerous for you, pretty girl.” he thought out loud. you blinked at him. anxiety took over your body. you prayed to any god out there that he wouldn’t leave you again. “but i’ma take care of you. i’m not finna lose you again.” fez watched as your soft lips pulled into a gleaming smile. he wanted to hear your reaction, but in that moment he was blinded. all he wanted was to kiss you. “you look so pretty, ma. jus’ wanna hold you.”

“hold me and never let go.” you whispered against fez’s lips. i’ll try.

bucky x reader

— james wakes up from a nightmare and you console him

no warnings, pls enjoy and don't be afraid to leave me a comment! <3

“james barnes, i was made for you.” you uttered lowly. you were cradled in between bucky’s thighs, hands hovering above his heart. moonlight streamed into the dark room through the opened window along with a slight breeze. bucky had his hands resting on your hips. his eyes stayed mesmerized on you. his blush pink lips parted as he let out a staggered breath. your words hit him right in his heart, the one that belonged to you.

this was a common occurance. despite bucky’s best efforts, his nightmares would wake the two of you up. he hated himself every time a little more for being a burden to you. he was the only one who looked at it this way. you couldn’t be less bothered. not when it came to bucky.

you continued to use your powers to feel his emotions. the severe anxiety he felt began to dissolve into a feeling that was hard for you to explain. bucky had taken the liking of calling it his ‘yn mood,’ as it was the complex feelings he had for you. love was too weak to encompass the intensity of it. adoration might be the closest you could get to putting it into words.

you felt giddy knowing you were the only one that made him feel like that. the intimacy of connecting with him through his emotions was something that you felt honored to be able to experience. with gifts such as yours, you were the perfect person for him. not that he needed fixing. not at all. you knew he just needed help getting back to who he was.

he moved one of his hands to caress the softness of your cheek. you instictively leaned into his touch. bucky ran his eyes over your face as he thought of how to respond to your words. with his finger, he traced over the outlines of your face. from the top of your forehead, down to the slope of your nose and across the plumpness of your lips. you met his icy blue eyes.

“i’ll only destroy you.” he mumbled. his emotions took a quick turn into distress. something he often feels when it comes to your relationship.

it wasn’t a secret that bucky didn’t believe he deserved a happy life. all the atrocities he’s committed was more than enough to condemn him. though, you came out of nowhere. you found bucky and stirred something in him that he thought had died long ago. he fought with himself, stayed away from you, to protect you from the monster that he was. he couldn’t bare the thought of admitting to you his past. the vulnerability of it scared him; along with the raw, truth. he never wanted to hurt anyone ever again. especially you.

“you could never. you are full of kindness and good.” you leaned in to press a kiss on bucky’s temple. tears began to form in his eyes so he quickly squeezed them tight. he didn’t deserve you. he didn’t deserve the pureness of your love. all too soon he felt the absence of your lips. bucky felt the warmth under his eye. you kissed away the tears that had slipped out.

all bucky could do was clutch you impossibly close to him as he laid the both of you back on to the bed. he knew there were no words left to say. there was nothing he could say to ease your mind; he promised to never lie to you. tied right along with that promise, was the one where he vowed to get better. so bucky tucked your head under his chin and he tangled his fingers into your hair. your arms wrapped themselves around his torso.

and that night, he hoped. he hoped some day in the future, this would be his life. falling asleep next you, only this time you’d be waking up in the middle of the night due to his excessive body heat and not his damaged mind.