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Wedding Bells - Morgan Burtwistle

Summary - You and Morgan have grown up together and now you’re getting married.

The sun was shining down on the perfect day. June 17th to be precise. How this day had finally come was unbeknownst to everyone. The years had flown by in a large wave of growing up and loving one another. Today. It was today that you and Morgan were finally getting married.

There was no way on this earth that just six years ago you would’ve seen this day coming. Of course the two of you had been close growing up before getting together. But marriage? That was a hard, controversial and ridiculous thought to you as a teenager.

“I love you more than a fry up but we ain’t ever getting married babe” - so he fucking thought. Morgan had always had an adamant mindset when it came to marriage. He was never just gonna propose to anyone. But you, his Y/N, you weren’t just anyone.

On the other hand, as a child, you’d pictured the most beautiful day with a picture perfect scenery. Until the divorce of your own parents crushed any sense of imagination you’d had for your future self.

The question was, who was there? Who the fuck was there when everything came crashing down? Who snuck you energy drinks and chocolate bars into school when your family felt like it was broken into shards? Your Morgan.

Fourteen years of friendship. Eight years of loving each other.

“Fucking hell.” Morgan mutters under his breath as he paces the church for the umpteenth time in the past half hour - earning multiple scolds from his mother for swearing in a place like this.

The two photographers are doing the rounds around both wedding parties. Whilst Morgan has one around at the church for pictures of him, his family and groomsmen, you’ve got the other kind lady at the hotel with your bridal party.

To say he’s shitting himself is an understatement. Not because he’s scared but because he wants everything to be the best for his girl.

There was no chance he was picking just one of his closest friends to be his best men. Morgan didn’t just call anyone his mate and quite frankly, he wasn’t willing to favourite one over the others. Instead, the better alternative in his mad mind was to have his closest as the groomsmen.

Y/N had quite the say in plans but the one rule was a Red theme. Not too overboard but definitely enough to make sure everyone knew. Flowers? Red. Men’s ties? Red. Your necklace? Red. Bridesmaids dresses? Red.

Ryan, Mikey, Charlie and Jake all stand close by, watching their usually hot headed best friend, pace a hole into the floor - the photographer capturing all of these moments.

“Mate, it ain’t as if she’s gonna leave you at the altar, this is Y/N we’re talking about.” Ryan tries to reassure him.

“He’s right Morgan, if she was gonna go anywhere, she’d have left years ago.” Charlie continues.

“You’s ain’t making me feel any better and you’re supposed to be a big part of this day too.” Morgan groans and sub consciously runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“Don’t mess up your fucking hair or it’ll give her a reason to not turn up at all.” Ryan continues. The boys soon realise he’s seriously on edge and maybe it wasn’t the time for jokes.

“She ain’t gonna be here for another half hour, especially since they’re all getting pictures done. The best thing you can do right now, is greet your family and stop fucking pacing.” Everyone turns to Tays, shocked by his genuine yet realistic statement.

“He’s got a fucking point.” Jake shrugs. Morgan lets out another sigh and heads back into the church. His mind on one girl and one girl only. He’s immediately reassured by his mum, who already knows he’ll go against his promise of ‘not crying at his own wedding’.

The red flowers decorate the church and the chatter of family members and close friends fill the air. The clocks ticking down, fast.

Neither of you wanted an extravagant ceremony. In a matter of hours, the reception would start and that’s when the numbers of people would get bigger. The wedding itself, you’d both settled on having twenty five people each from each side. Including yourselves. Fifty of your closest friends and family to watch the day you and Morgan finally tied the knot.

“Where the fuck has my bouquet gone?” Chelsea (your best friend) panics as she zooms around the hotel room where you’re all getting ready.

“They’re all on the bed, stop stressing, you’ll make Y/N have a breakdown!” Heather scoffs. You’re currently taking pathetic long breaths by the window. Your hair in mermaid waves as your beautiful, white dress flows out. Your makeup evident but not overdone. The ideal look for you and how you wanted to look on your big day.

“You think he’s shitting himself Y/N?” Your sister, Saskia, sips on a champagne flute.

“Shitting himself? That man’s probably pacing holes in the floor and quite frankly, so am I.”

“Y/N, respectfully, shut up. Do you know how much he loves you? This is like a livestream. You’re used to them, so is he.” Saskia scoffs.

“And how is my marriage to that bastard like a livestream?”

“There’s gonna be a few people there, you’ve gotta say a few words to each other. Just act like none of us are there. You’ve got this shit.” She replies and then, Heather looks out the window.

“Not to be the bearer of triggering anxiety but the car has arrived. It’s go time.”

One big deep breath. That’s all you need and soon enough, you’ll be at the church, walking down the aisle to the ginger man you’d been in love with for years.

“I’m ready.” You do one last look in the mirror before all of you head down and out. An elegant, white, Rolls Royce awaits.

Back at the church, Morgan isn’t any better. He’s calmed down slightly but now the clock is ticking down. She’d arrive his girl and leave being his forever. Not that there was any doubt in that.

“Morgan, they’ve left the hotel. She’ll be here any minute.” Mikey tells him, having checked his phone and receiving a frantic text from his Mrs. ‘On route, I’m not freaking out. Well maybe I am. Y/N’s bricking it. Don’t make any dickish comments from the crowd. Love you.’

Suddenly, the rows of family and close friends rise. The doors to the church slowly open. The birds singing outside filter in and the echo of the girls approaching could be heard.

“I’m not gonna fucking cry.” Morgan tried to reassure himself quietly but the tap in his foot and the beat of his heart, was enough for him to know the tears were coming.

Or maybe it was the fact that ‘Off My Face by Justin Bieber’ flooded everyone’s ears. The memories of all of the years he’d spent with you in his life. Each bridesmaid, one by one slowly makes their way in. Everyone looking in awe, anticipating the moment that you were just moments away.

Morgan refuses to watch any of them, knowing that even the slightest glimpse of you would be sending him crying. Then he hears it, the low click of your heels as he knows all of the bridesmaids are in.

He slowly turns and tears immediately fill his eyes. That’s his girl walking down the aisle in the most beautiful wedding dress looking like an angel. Much to your dismay of trying to avoid his gaze, you end up looking at him. Morgan in his handsome suit and red tie. You’re both fucked now.

The photographers capture the forever moment - you’d have to thank them endlessly for that later because you know Morgan would deny crying at his own wedding.

As you reach the end of the aisle, you both have tears shining in your eyes.

“Hey handsome.” You whisper with a small, watery grin, padding his eyes carefully.

“You look so beautiful, love.” He laughs lightly, denying the tears that had threatened to keep falling.

Heathers already in tears and the usually hectic boys, are suddenly watching in admiration and emotion too.

The ceremony begins and the usual aspects of a wedding come to life. This is really happening and it’s happening now. Noticing your slight nerves, Morgan subtly grabs your hand. He always has and he always will.

“And now for the vows, Y/N, I believe you wanted to start.” The priest nods to you. You turn to Morgan, lacing both your hands with his.

“I swore I wouldn’t do our own vows because of how much I natter on and trip over my own words. I also swore I wouldn’t ever get married but look at where we are?” You begin, making everyone laugh lightly.

“You and I have never been sob story couple, but I realise now that our story is the only one I never want to put down. I want to love you forever, be there for you forever and always be your girl. I promise I’ll always do my best for you, for us. The world knows I’d do anything for you Morgan and I cannot wait to be your wife.” You smile and wipe a tear, not giving Morgan’s tears a miss.

“And you, Morgan.” The priest ushers him on.

“Cor, hold on.” Morgan lets go of your hands to wipe his eyes.

“Right, I’m composed. Y/N, loving you has been the easiest shi…thing I’ve ever done…” He cuts his swearing off, remembering EXACTLY where he was.

“I promise that I’ll always love, appreciate and never take you for granted. I promise to always be the one you can call in a panic, which is often these days anyway. You made me the man I am today and I will forever appreciate you. Marrying you is the easiest and proudest I do, that I will ever say.” Now you’re the one padding your eyes, there’s not a lot of dry eyes in the audience either.

The ceremony continues beautifully and before you know it, an emotional Heather is bringing up the rings.

“If anybody hereby declares reason that this wedding should no longer continue, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Morgan turns to the crowd.

“Everybody better keep their mouths shut!” Ryan declares, making everybody laugh. Of course nobody is gonna deny the love that is undoubtably right in front of them.

The ring exchange goes by smoothly.

“Do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Mr Morgan Burtwistle to be your lawful wedded-" You cut the priest off before he can finish his sentence.

"I do!" You declare with a big smile on your face, matching the one with your soon-to-be husband.

"And do you, Mr Morgan Burtwistle, take Miss Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawful, wedded wife, through sickness and health?"

"I do, I'd want nothing more." He says cheesily, but the reality is, is it's the absolute truth.

The two of you exchange the powerful, beautiful and meaningful rings to the correct fingers. It doesn't feel real. Maybe it never will but this dream, is becoming a reality and every single person in the church knows it too.

"Then without further a due, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." Within a millisecond, Morgan's lips are on yours and the room erupts in tears, cheers and applauds. It's like a scene out of a romantic comedy, which is ironic for the fact you make Morgan watch them with you.

The same song you walked down the aisle too, echoes through the church again. Except this time, you're leaving as Mrs Burtwistle and he's leaving as a married man.

Just like the average wedding, outside of the church, thousands of pictures are being taken. The photographers putting their hard earned money to work, ensuring this day is captured with memorable pictures for a lifetime.

Before you knew it, you and Morgan are in the back of the Rolls Royce, on the way to the wedding reception of dreams.

"Not you nearly swearing in front of the whole church." You laugh as you sip your prosecco from the provided flutes.

"Can you fucking blame me? I've been a mess all morning and you not being there didn't help. Had the boys in my ear and winding me up." He admits with the grin that hadn't left his face since he saw you walk down the aisle.

"You think the pre marital prep from those dickheads was the worst? Wait till the speeches, they're not gonna hold back babe."

"Don't remind me." He groans and sips his own drink.

"Would it be stupid to say I'm in disbelief that we're literally married now? Like what the fuck?"

"I promised you'd always be my Mrs didn't I? I don't lie." Morgan declares.

"Cheers to us bub." You raise your glass, to which he gladly clinks his with yours, leaving yet another kiss to your lips.

Once you reach the reception, it seems everyone is pretty much already there and waiting. An old, renovated and incredibly decorated barn. Morgan wanted nothing more then to bring your Pinterest board to life, considering he didn't want a big, fancy day anyway. Yet here he was, always wanting to keep you happy. Happy was an understatement.

The barn is filled with a huge dancefloor, floor to ceiling decor, tables decorated exactly how you both wanted them. There's a lot more familiar faces. Both famous and other friends of yours.

Everyone cheers yet again once the two of you head in hand in hand. The music plays loudly and eventually, the meals begin. Knowing both of your friendship groups, you'd gone all out on the food. A mixture of anything and everything. You and Morgan are seated at the head table together, his hand resting on your thigh the whole time. Then the oh so incredible speeches begin.

"Brace yourself babe, they ain't holding back on us." Morgan warns you as the DJ gets the microphone out.

"I believe we have some speeches for the newly weds, the Burtwistles everybody!" You can imagine the shock horror that floods Morgan's face when he realizes the boys have come up with the idea that Mikey should be doing the speech from their behalf. Your eyes drift to Heather who is preparing him with a scolding if he's do drastic.

"Ello everyone, I shouldn't have to introduce myself but for those of you that don't know, I'm Mikey Taylor and I am more then ready for this speech." Tays begins.

"Cocky prick!" Charlie calls out and you laugh, sipping your wine.

"Speeches always drag on in weddings, so I'll try my best to make this as quick as Morgan's love declaration for Y/N all those years ago." Everyone chuckles.

"It was inevitable that we'd all be here to see these two get married and not just because they're rich as fuck." He begins and Morgan mutters "bastard" under his breath.

"But despite the money and good looks of these two, the love they have is actually genuine. Makes you realize that we should all keep those we love closest to us. That's exactly what Y/N and Morgan did. When I first met Y/N, she flipped me the bird and called me a prick."

"You deserved it!" You call out.

"And even though I probably deserved it, Morgan was standing in her corner. He's always standing in her corner. It's weird because at first, nobody really understood how much they meant to each other. We all knew they'd grew up together, but that was it."

"Morgan started becoming well known and even when times got stressful, these two never let it come between them. I think you can all agree with me when I say that these two deserve the happiest, healthiest and longest marriage." Tays raises his glass, the rest of them mimicking his moves.

"Cheers to the Burtwistles!" An echo of 'Cheers' and clinks go around the barn.

"You owe me a fuck tonne of money for that one." He declares to you both and sits back down.

A couple more speeches are made, making everyone laugh and cry. Everyone recalling memories and moments between you two as a couple and individually. Most of them losing it in hysterics when they spoke about how much of a boss you were for putting up with Morgan but only meaning it with love.

Soon, the reception is in full swing. Drinks are flowing, conversations and laughter being shared. Yet here you were, in your elegant dress, with one man on your mind and you knew that this is right where you wanted to be.

"Right, can I have everyone to one side as we bring out the Burtwistles for their first dance." The DJ announces and the crowd moves to the sides. Morgan grabs your hand, both of you relatively tipsy but strong enough to at least make it through this.

His hands rest on your waist whilst yours go to gently wrap behind his neck.

Dead In The Water by Ellie Goulding begins playing and the lights dim down.

"I'm glad I married a man who loves female musicians." You whisper in his ear and it makes him laugh.

"Don't fucking act like it's new, told ya, if this is the first dance song you wanted, we'd have it. Could've had a fucking Man United chant instead though." He scoffs jokingly.

"I'm glad you let me steer clear of that one bub." You grin and dance with him slowly.

"Oi, babe?"

"Yes Morgan?" You look up at him.

"I fucking love you and I always will."

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Boston - Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary - Based off of the song ‘Austin’ by Dasha. You were Highschool sweethearts and suddenly that all went away.

Words - 1.6k

Warnings - angst /small mention of alcohol

“We had a plan, move out of this town, baby

West to the sand, it's all we talked about lately

I'd pack the car, bring your guitar and jane for smokin'

First thing at dawn, you'd queue the songs and we'd get goin'

But you weren't home, waited on the porch for ya

Sat there alone, all throughout the morn' 'til I

Got a hunch down in my gut and snuck around the back

Empty cans and I'll be damned, your shit was never packed”

"We hit twenty five thousand subscribers baby." Chris declared excitedly as he burst into his room. You were just chilling, awaiting the finish of the triplets' filming.

"No fucking way!" Excitedly jumping up, he embraced you into his arms.

"I'm so proud of you." You whispered, treasuring the moment as their success was very evident.

"We're gonna be in LA sooner than you think." And that was the promise you knew he'd keep. The problem was, that sentence would have the worst outcome in the future.

"Wrap around porch with a puppy?" He nodded excitedly, oh the plans you guys had ready and waiting. They had been planned for the years you'd been together.

It wasn't unknown that being around the Sturniolo household was a daily ritual. You guys were known as the 'Highschool Sweethearts'. How cliché?

"YouTube is kicking off for us and so will your music Y/N." Chris couldn't stop embracing you, excitement yet anxiety filling both of you. That was potentially the most gut wrenching memory to think about. All of the empty promises and plans.

Just like that, a couple of months had gone by. The 'Highschool Sweethearts' seemingly both on board with the thought of going back and forth to LA. They had hit just short of 500k. You had a label willing to sign you in LA. It was all falling into place and before you knew it, the days were building up to the ultimate move across the states.

"I really hope you know what decisions you're making Y/N. I feel like this is all very overwhelming and too good to be true." Your best friend declared and you looked at her funnily.

"I'm not laughing, has Chris even replied to your last eight messages about your flight tomorrow?" And come to think of it, no he hadn't. But he was definitely just busy finalising his packing, wasn't he?

"I'm going to walk to their house after I add the finishing touches to my suitcases. I tried texting Matt but he's not answering either..." Your thinking face came on immediately but quickly faded when you thought there was nothing to worry about.

"He's definitely just sorting stuff out." You muttered.

"We've been together for nearly three years, I don't think he's having doubts." Defending him again.

"I never said anything about him having doubts, that's on you." And so she left you to your own device of figuring out what really was going on with your boyfriend. She wasn't angry, of course not. However, best friends - true best friends always have the better instinct on situations regarding those they care about.

With Travis Scott blasting through your AirPods, your walk to the Sturniolo household began. It was nearing 2pm. Their parents' cars weren't in the drive once you arrived but the minivan was. You had pre-warned quite literally all three of the triplets that you were on your way over, none replied but Chris had the audacity to leave it on read.

"I'm on your porch and you're ignoring me." Sadness suddenly waved across you. What was the real reason none of them were answering?

"Chris?" You knocked on the door. After a solid 45 minutes, your heart was practically hung. There was one last option, head around the back. What a terrible option to pick, you should've just made your way home.

"What the fuck?" Mixed cans of Pepsi, BUD Light and Dr Pepper pretty much everywhere and what sounded like a Bluetooth speaker somewhere in the back yard. What hurt the most was three very familiar voices could be heard, those of whom had ignored you all damn day.

The question was, do you or do you not go in and make your hurt known to all of them?

"Y/N?" Torn from your heartbroken thoughts, Nate noticed you were there and called you out in front of everyone. Making solid eye contact with Chris, he was like a deer in headlights.

"So, this is what you guys have been up to today?" You questioned, an eyebrow quirked in confusion. If it wasn't awkward before, it definitely was now.

"I wanted to call you-" Nick began but was cut short.

"Boys night." Chris stated.

"It's 2pm Chris, hardly a boys night."

"Well we're continuing this through the night." Why was he being so blunt?

"Are you guys all packed and ready for LA at least?" The colour drained from Nicks face, Matt remained silent and Chris was damn right being rude.

"Your shits not even packed?" Everything you were saying seemed to be going over his head.

"Stop fucking ignoring me Chris!" The band had snapped but you were the one breaking.

"Are we going as a team? A couple? A fucking pair of friends? Are we going together at all?" You deemed an answer.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, I can't do this with you anymore. We're gonna be social media influencers and you're gonna jet off on world tours. We've changed, it's not gonna work." Chris' words felt like venom. The cat really had your tongue. Not to forget that he had just called you out in front of everyone both you and him cared about.

"You can't be serious..." You're too strong to cry in front of him, surely you're too strong to cry in front of him.

"Deadly." He stated coldly.

"We might be on the same flight out there but we're not jetting off to the same life like we had here." His triplet brothers were always going to side with him but they had awfully guilty looks as they watched this whole scene unfold in front of them.

"That's it? You're just going to give up on us? You've not even made it to the West Coast and LA has already gotten to your head? What about the wrap around porch?" You didn't even have it in you to stay any longer, the tears were threatening to fall and that was enough to send you running home. Chris had a flash of sadness cover his face but he quickly subsided this, not wanting to let his 'guard' down.

"There's no way that's what just happened." Nick was out of words, confused by his brother and heartbroken for you, his so called best friend.

"Well it did, let's turn up the music."

That was the last you heard from all of them. Chris unfollowing you on Instagram just before boarding your shared flight. Of course without a secure clarification of whether you to were together but it was evident now. If LA was going to be the fresh start then hitting that big red block button was also on your list. You just couldn't do it.

In the studio, a few weeks later.

"Y/N you can take five if the chorus is too much." Your manager politely offered.

"This is the verse, the sealed deal, I'm not backing out of it." You'd gotten a bigger following in a short amount of time. Having one single already teased seemed to bring you lots of attention. Writing songs based on your personal experiences were becoming both a blessing and a curse.

“Did your boots stop workin'?

Did your truck break down?

Did you burn through money?

Did your ex find out?

Where there's a will, then there's a way

And I'm damn sure you lost it

Didn't even say goodbye

Just wish I knew what caused it

Was the whiskey flowin'?

Were you in a fight?

Did the nerves come get you?

What's your alibi?

I made my way back to LA

And that's where you'll be forgotten

In forty years you'll still be here

Drunk washed up in Boston”

You’d proudly gone over your chorus multiple times very well and without tears. The first time you’d written down the lyrics and actually sang them out loud was very different. The feelings and emotions of the situation with Chris really became a reality.

“Y/N, this is gonna be one hell of a fucking hit!” Your manager screeched. Reaching LA, your genre of music was solely gonna be based on your personal preference.

“Hell of a bluff, you had me believin'

How many months did you plan on leavin'?

What happened? Bad habits?

Did you go back? Go batshit?

I loved you, how tragic, oh-oh”

After wrapping up in the studio, you headed straight home. Thankfully you were successful in renting out a 2 bedroom apartment. Of course being in the upcoming limelight was a dream come true but deep down, it was lonely. Three people completely missing out on what would be your success. After a warm bath and some listening to snippets of your single, you couldn’t help but check up on the Sturniolo’s social media’s.

Very quickly, it was a deep regret. They were ‘happy’ and it hurt like hell. Why couldn’t you have all been happy together?

“Alexa why are you fucking playing Kelly Clarkson right now?” You grew emotional, bringing your kneels to your chest as you rested in the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that.”

“Fuck you.” You muttered.

“Y/N, your song already had two million hits. They’re going to play it on the radio!” You were quick to burst into cheers and tears as your team surrounded you. Your manager silenced everyone and turned the radio up.

“Here we have the new and quite frankly, most requested upcoming artist. This is Boston by Y/N. Her song debuted just three days ago with her team telling us that she worked incredibly hard.” As the song played on the radio, it all became surreal. The small town Boston girl who had always dreamed about this, finally got her wish. One of the producers wrapped you into a hug as you began sobbing.

“You done it and you deserve it, here’s to Y/N!” That night, they had informed you that there was a party. This was all for you to celebrate not only your single, but your future to! Applying the final touches of mascara, your phone pinged.

Instagram

christophersturniolo sent you a message: Boston?

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My heart simply hurts, aches and prays you’re in a happy and safe place. I cannot put into words how deeply heartbroken the world is right now. My tears that have fallen will never compare to the pain you felt.

You have always been an angel but this time you grew your wings. I’m so sorry for everything that you went through and the sadness you had to feel. It must have been indescribable.

You truly are one of a kind and there is nothing more that I want in this world for you to feel at peace. May you soar through the sky and leave us with hurt hearts and nothing but love for you. I will look upon rainbows and sunsets, hoping you’re somewhere up there.

I love you Angus, thank-you for everything Angel and I am so sorry. 🕊️🩵

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Close Enough To Hurt Me - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary - Rafe has started an argument with the point blank reasoning being because of JJ Maybank. Who knew having shots with the guy, would end up being Rafe’s worse nightmare?

Words - 3k

Warnings - angst, arguing, mentions of a car-accident, name-calling, swearing, slight fluff

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“You gonna just sit in the corner and not answer me?“ Rafe shouted at you. Your body was close to giving up - against the wall.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m okay with you flirting with other chicks whilst I’m less than two fucking centre meters away from you? Fuck Rafe, I’m your girlfriend, don’t I deserve some respect?” You shouted back, suddenly gaining a huge amount of confidence.

“Respect? You want some fucking respect? How about not downing shots with JJ Maybank whilst I’m less than two centre meters away from you?“ He mocked.

“JJ Maybank deserves nothing more than a friend, especially because of what his fucking father does to him. You don’t get to throw that in my face!” You shoved him away from you, only for him to grip hold of your wrists.

“Oh yeah, what about what my father does to me? Don’t you care about your own boyfriend?“ He questioned.

“So you want to throw that in my face? Rafe Cameron you’re the biggest asshole on this island. You wanna know why? Ward Cameron has used you since you were able to form English sentences. I have been there for you every single day and not only have I been the shoulder to cry on but I’ve been the classic fuck that you’ve taken you’re anger out on.” You were so tempted to smack him out but refused.

“Yeah actually Y/N, you’re right. You have been a classic fuck. A good one yet not up to my standards. Every girl on this side of the island wants my dick and you’re just the tragic whore got that got to it first.” He bellowed. Your jaw dropped in amazement that such horrific words could come out of your ‘precious’ Rafe’s mouth.

You remained silent. He was starstruck at his own words. Disbelief scurried around his mind whilst he tried to think of words that would accustom his apology. But no words could be found.

“If two years of committing to you was a whore move than I guess I better make myself known somewhere else.” You whispered. Tears were pooling your eyes and you didn’t know what else to do.

“Y/N…” Rafe began.

“No, you don’t get to fucking apologise. I defended you through everything and now I’m the whore?” You’re voice got louder as tears flooded your cheeks.

“You’ve made me feel like this weak, pathetic person who can’t live without you for months. You’re not my Rafey anymore.” You whimpered. You prayed to god that no-one in his household heard this argument.

Rafe could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest. He’d been the most horrible person to you within the past few months, yet you still took it. You were still there for him throughout his cocaine addiction, his alcoholic tendencies and his nasty words. Yet here you were, still believing he would change.

“I came to the party for you. You left me alone to go talk to a girl you told me you’d known since pre-school. But hey, I guess girls from pre-school need the up-most love right? They need the flirtatious comments? They need you grinding up against them? Fuck you Rafe! JJ wanted shots and I had shots with him. At least I wasn’t trying to fuck him along the way.” You screamed. At this rate, you didn’t care if the household was awake, you wanted to get your point across and that’s what you were gonna do.

“You gonna leave me then?” Rafe cheekily came out with.

“Yeah, actually I think it’s best for us.” Knowing you had a bag of clothes ready to pack, you pushed him out of the way and headed towards his bedroom. A small part of you had hoped he would follow, but he didn’t.

“Fuck.” You muttered, as tears still streamed down your face. You managed to pack up all of your clothes as well as a secretive hoodie that belonged to Rafe. Once you had gathered your things, you headed towards the front door. Once again, you were greeted with Rafe.

You said nothing as you gathered your keys from the little bowl on the table by the front door.

“It’s meant to storm tonight, you can’t leave.” Rafe mumbled.

“I’d rather die in that storm then the whole of outer banks thinking I’m Rafe Cameron’s whore.” You snapped, before rushing out of the front door. You practically ran to your Range Rover and it was like god wasn’t on your side because Rafe quickly followed you.

“I know you Y/N, you hate the thunder, even more so, you hate lighting. I’m not letting you drive in this.” He shouted as you’d locked yourself in your car. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right.

“Leave me the fuck alone Rafe.” You shouted back, the temptation of getting out of the car, leaving your mind. You quickly started the engine and before he could run behind the car to stop you from moving, you reversed. Boy could that kid run.

“You can’t fucking leave!” The whole of Outer Banks must have heard him with how loud his voice bellowed. Ignoring his desperate pleas, you left.

“SO, I WON’T, LET YOU, CLOSE ENOUGH TO HURT ME, NO I WON’T, RESCUE YOU, TO JUST DESERT ME, I CAN’T, GIVE YOU, THE HEART YOU THINK YOU GAVE ME, IT’S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, TO TURNING TABLES!” Your AUX was on the loudest volume it could be to block out the sounds of the sudden thunder.

Rafe was stuck in the position outside of the house. The whole argument seeming to repeat in his head. You were the girlfriend any guy would die for, and just like a penny falling, he was quick enough to drop you like that. Why did he do it? The thoughts were overrunning his head.

You were to caring for your own good. Why were you doing shots with JJ Maybank? Because he needed an extra friend for support. Were you a whore? Of course you fucking weren’t. Your loyalties had been with Rafe since the beginning of time, yet there he was questioning it.

“Rafe, I think it’s best you come inside.” Rose appeared from behind him. He refused to let anyone other than you remotely see him tear up, so he quickly wiped away the multiple tears that had fallen from his eyes.

“Sarah just be nice-“ Ward was lecturing his daughter but when she saw her not so nice brother, she’d let loose.

“Because of you, one of my best friends is driving around in what’s about to be another big storm. In a car that she probably won’t be able to handle if she swerves or skids across the road.” She screamed at him.

“Easy-“ Sarah cut her father off once again.

“Stop being so nice to him about it! You always go on about how she’s like a daughter and because of him…” She pointed at Rafe.

“She could end up in a ditch tonight, I’m going to find her.” Sarah demanded and nobody could stop the girl, she’d had her keys ready and waiting in her back pocket, waiting to escape.

“Guys you may wanna come see this.” Wheezie announced. Curiously, everyone headed into the living room. There on the news was a Black Range Rover, completely submerged and flipped into the nature of trees. The car was a write off regardless.

“Don’t tell me that’s Y/N’s car.” Wheezie whispered. The front door slammed shut and everyone turned to notice Rafe had gone.

“Baby answer the phone.” Rafe cried out as he kept calling and calling. He could tell exactly where the location was, based off of the ten second video he just about managed to watch. 16 times your phone had gone straight to voicemail. He’d found himself sobbing behind the wheel, if he hadn’t of just stopped his possessive self from starting a fight, neither of you would’ve been in this predicament. What if you were gone forever? Not semi-permanently, but forever. Rafe couldn’t live without you.

Blue flashing lights and the sound of sirens snapped Rafe from his thoughts. He was at the scene of the accident. Caring less about the weather, he rushed out of his truck and ran towards the officers.

“Shoupe you gotta let me through.” Rafe was drenched by now, the weather was really picking up.

“Rafe you need to go home, there’s gonna be a traffic jam here for a while. The roads gonna be blocked until the morning.” Deputy Shoupe wasn’t getting it.

“My girl crashed her car and you’re telling me I need to go home? I, I, I need to see her. Tell me she’s not dead, shit man, she can’t be dead, I need her.” His hands frustratedly went to his head as sobs threatened to escape.

“Y/N never crashed her car Rafe, she was the one who called us.” Rafe’s aching heart was beating twice as fast.

“Wait what?” He began.

“Your girlfriend just saved the life of a young couple Rafe, you should be proud of her. She’s in the ambulance getting warmed up-“ Before the deputy could finish his sentence he was rushing over to the closest ambulance. Abruptly opening the door, the weight was lifted off his shoulders when he saw you wrapped in a blanket on the bed.

“Baby-“ Rafe whispered. Tears threatened to fall down your face. The paramedic moved away from you to let the both of you have a moment.

“I’m okay, I promise I’m okay.” You told him and that’s all it took for him to wrap his arms around you - neither of you caring about how soaked he was from the rain.

“But I thought it was your car, I thought you were dead Y/N.” His anxiety was still through the roof.

“I’m here Rafe. My car is fine, it was just a coincidence that the guys in the other car had the same one. The news and camera-crew were here just as quick as the cops. I had to help them, it made me think of if that was us, I’d wanted someone to have done the same.” You admitted, offering Rafe some of your blanket.

“I am so proud of you, so, so proud of you.” The words didnt fully matter to you, you did what you had to do and that was it. It didn’t distinguish the fact as to why you had been driving in the storm anyway.

“When can she come home? Is she allowed to leave?” Rafe asked the paramedic.

“Rafe, I’m not going home with you.” The words oh so bitterly broke his heart again. His face twisted into a confused expression.

“But, but, I need to keep you safe. I can’t let you be alone after what happened tonight. I thought I’d lost you.” Rafe worriedly told you.

“What I did was nothing, I did what any good person should do. What you did to me before I left, that wasn’t what a good person should do.” Your words sounded completely and utterly petty, but he really had hurt you.

“If I was in your shoes, yeah, I’d come running after to you, if I saw what looked like your truck smashed up on the news, but it still doesn’t excuse what fucked up shit you’ve said and done to me.” The paramedic exited the ambulance for a moment, knowing they shouldn’t be listening in.

“Y/N, you’re not any of those things I said. You’re too good for me, you’re too good for anyone. I have done nothing but be a shitty boyfriend for so long and yet there you were, sticking around hoping for a better change.” He began.

“And I never gave you that better change because all I could think about was myself and make dick decisions. You come to my family home, treat my ass of a dad like a king because you’re so respectful. You fix all my injuries to fights that sometimes I shouldn’t be getting in. You love me with all of your heart and I threw that in your face tonight.” The words he was saying, made tears pool in your eyes - looking up, it was the same case scenario for Rafe.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I never want you to feel bad in any way. It was childish of me to do that and absolutely nasty for me to talk to you in that way. I never want you to feel scared of me or fearful of losing me. I did that to you tonight and I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just want you to know, I’m sorry.” Apologies we’re very rare from your boyfriend, in fact, sometimes you would forget that ‘I’m sorry’ was in even in his vocabulary.

“You’re more than everything I need, and all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered to you.

“I’m not your whore though Rafe, every-time you’re annoyed at something, don’t treat me like a piece of dirt off of the floor. I can’t live like that, despite how much I fucking love you.” You admitted whilst anxiously twiddling your fingers.

“You never were and you aren’t. I said that in the heat of the moment and I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. I really am sorry.” Tears were falling from his eyes.

“I know you are baby, I know.” You pulled him into your embrace and cuddled him tightly. After what you’d seen and dealt with tonight, you couldn’t give up on him - on the relationship.

“I love you Rafe, I’m not forgiving you easily because tonight hurt. However, no matter what you do in life, I’ll try my best to support you. It has to be a two way street between us. No more drugs, well at least cocaine, especially if you’re coming back to a bed you share with me.” You told him and he squeezed you tighter.

“I promise I will work on myself not just for me, but for us. You’re my everything.” He pressed a kiss to your lips but was then interrupted by the ambulance door opening.

“Um, sorry to break it up between you two youngsters but you might wanna head your asses home before the storm gets worse. Also don’t wanna have to arrest you for doing the dirty in this vehicle.” Deputy Shoupe interrupted making the two of you giggle.

“What do you say baby? My house?” You questioned.

“I’ll go wherever you go.”

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Don’t Disrespect My Girl - Fezco x Reader

Summary - You’re finally discharged from the hospital, only to come home to a desperate Lexi at the doorstep.

Words - 1.5k

Warnings - angst, fluff

A/N - I’m thinking of making this a series, what do you think?

Part 1 here

The moment a child is born, a mother is also born. She never existed before. The women existed but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. Being a mother is learning strengths you didn't know you had and dealing with fears you didn't know existed.

Two days of being a mother to a beautiful baby boy was an absolute blessing to you. Beau was born healthy and that was more than you could have ever wished for. The rollercoaster of emotions that came after birth were something you'd never imagined.

All of you had finally been discharged. The nurses gave you the all clear that you could go home and you were extremely grateful. You weren't just blessed with a baby, you were blessed with an overwhelming sense of joy. This was gonna be a whole new journey to experience.

"You ready to go home Ma?" The question you'd been waiting for. You nodded your head and he grabbed the car-seat in which your baby was peacefully sleeping in.

"I sure am." With his other hand, he grabbed your hand. The two of you were really leaving this hospital with a whole ass extra life to keep protected. Ash was waiting in the parking lot impatiently. There was nothing he wanted more than to have his family home.

"Bout fuckin' time, I've missed ma nephew." Ash spoke as Fez placed Beau's car seat into the car. Triple checking all of the straps were done correctly, you were all ready to go.

"He's missed you Ash." You chuckled, taking a seat next to the baby. Fez decided to ride in the back with the two of you. As the car began moving, you reached over and let Beau grasp your finger with his hand.

"He's definitely gonna be a mommas boy." Fez laughed, snapping a photo.

"Nah he gon' be an uncles boy." Ash groaned. The drive home didn't take to long and as you pulled up, you saw someone knocking on the front door.

"Is that fuckin' Lexi?" Ash almost shouted, remembering that his nephew was peacefully sleeping. Your lips turned into a thin line as rage practically filled your body. It made you think about what happened just days before between you and Fez. Was it the fact you were going into labour and needed him that you just forgave him like that? What a dumbass you felt like.

"This bitch is gonna be the first one to see I've had the baby? For real?" You snapped.

"Ion know what she's doin' here." Fez groaned. Lexi noticed the car and turned around. The three of you got out of the car and you carefully grabbed your son. Lexi's jaw dropped when she noticed your family of three had turned into four.

"The fuck do you think you are showin' up to our house like dat?" Ashtray was not happy. You weren't pregnant anymore and your hormones were all over the place.

"Y/N gimme my nephew, ima take him inside in case ya need to fuck shit up." Ash gently grabbed the baby from you and headed inside - not forgetting to shoot glares in Lexi's direction.

"Was me not hitting you enough?" You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Fucking answer me Howard cause I swear to god I ain't afraid to do it again." You rolled up your sleeves.

"I um, I..." She was stuttering on her words.

"Come to admit your feelings to Fez or what? I never forgot how cute you two both looked on my sofa the other day." Fez knew you hadn't let it go. He doesn't blame you though. His actions were fucking stupid.

"Gonna tell me that the only reason you two were holding hands was because you were practicing for a non-existent boyfriend? Fucking talk Lexi." You shouted at her.

"Oh really Y/N? You think you're some fucking saint don't you? You get the family, the man, the baby. You get everything. Your attitude makes you seem incredibly unappreciative to what you have in your life right now." Oh how you wanted to spar her right there and then.

"My attitude is what's gonna help raise our son into avoiding bitches like you." She seemed slightly gobsmacked against that comment.

"Bitches like me? What do you mean bitches like me?"

"Lexi listen' obviously you have some sorta feelin's towards me. I ain't fuckin' with ya if ya think I was holdin' yo hand romantically." Fez admitted.

"But I thought, I thought you liked me. You knew I related to that movie and you willingly held my hand." Lexi sounded like she was about to cry.

"Cause you was sad, ion like seeing people sad. I also don't like you like dat." Fez simply replied.

"I could give you everything." Lexi tried to reason with him.

"Are you fucking delusional? We just had a baby and you come here fantasising about being with somebody else's boyfriend? Fuck me, you're really behaving like your sister right now." There it was, your lowest yet almost amazing blow at her.

"How dare you-" Fez cut Lexi off.

"You on her property too right now. Don't disrespect my girl like that Lexi.  The fuck is wrong with you?  I got feelin's for one girl, it sure as hell will never be you." Fez finished.

"Think that's your queue to take your crazy ass back to your car and never come near my family again." You got up in her face. For once she stopped being so defensive and ran off in tears.

"You good baby?" Fez asked, wrapping his arms around you.

"I just think we need a conversation okay? Just a little bit of communication so I can see where we're both at." He nodded at your response and the two of you walked into the house together.

"This here is the TV, we gon' be watching so many fuckin' movies together kid." You overheard Ash. You and Fez stopped dead in your tracks to watch how Ash was interacting with Beau.

"You gon' be such a badass Beau, jus' like me and your dad." Ash continued and that made you snigger. Ash quickly shot around as you and Fez started laughing.

"Laugh all you want, but I love this kid." You nodded and allowed Ash to continue giving his nephew a house tour.

"So, the whole hand-holding thing? It was just because you were just reassuring her?" You asked Fez, taking a seat on the sofa. He sat beside you.

"Ma I know it looked hella fishy but I swear to you it's all it was. Ion know why I reacted the way I did either. Must've seemed fuckin' suspicious and shit. I ain't ever want you to doubt my love for you. You know that?" You nodded, slowly processing the information.

"What about when you said and I quote I wouldn't have agreed to have this baby if this was going to happen." Fez took a deep breath, recalling the memory of him speaking so down to you.

"I always vowed to ma self' that I wouldn't let myself say shit outta anger, and I really went against my word when I did." He began, at least the two of you were getting somewhere.

"Lookin' back at how I reacted, no fuckin' pregnant women should have those words said to them. Ion know why I fuckin' said that shit Ma, because you goin' through all of that with Beau was crazy. You grew a whole ass life in there." Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

"I can't say I appreciate it because you're right, those words were a bunch of shit. It all started on New Year's Eve. She was all over you." You frowned and he reached over to grab your hand.

"Listen to me ma." The two of you looked each-other in the eye.

"I'm oblivious to the obvious, I swear ima get better at that. I can't risk hurtin' yo damn feelin's' no more. My actions were terrible and I'm so sorry." He sincerely apologised to you.

"If you ever pull that fucking shit again, I will leave and won't look back, you hear me?" You threatened and he knew you were serious. A weight had been lifted from both of your backs.

"Now gimme some love sugar." You joked and he laughed, reaching over to give you a kiss. You winced slightly as you leaned in.

"You good?" Fez panicked.

"There's pain in places that I didn't even know you could get pain in." You groaned and your boyfriend frowned.

"You wanna lay in bed or on the sofa?" You were more than happy to remain on the sofa. You were slightly over the thought of laying in a bed again. Fez draped the knitted blanket over the two of you.

"Ima take you to yo mom." You heard Ash say. Coming back to the living room. You smiled upon both of their arrivals and he handed you the baby.

"Uncle Ash is so on night duties with you baby boy." You whispered loud enough so that he would hear.

"I been tellin’ you sis, I will die for that kid.” Ashtray’s response was different from his usual sarcastic self.

“He finna have yo blonde hair from when you was younger.” Fez noticed the lightness in his hair.

“But he’s got your beautiful eyes baby.” You smiled, taking in the very peaceful moment.

“He gon’ have ladies running after him.” Fezco’s comment made you scoff.

“Beau ain’t having no girlfriends that’s for sure.” He chuckled at your response and put his arm around your shoulder.

“No fuckin’ way, he gon’ need to be a king before he gets a girl.” Ash warned.

“See how protective he is?” Fez whispered to you.

“Lucky for you Ash, his nursery is right next to your room. You can make sure no bad bitches come near him.” You told him with a smile.

“No girl’, no fed, no nothin’ is taking this boy away from me.”

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Empty Spaces - Fezco x Reader

Summary - This is part 2 to I was there for you. With nasty weather coming into town, you hesitantly sat in your car blasting heartbreak anthems. Was Fez going to come to his senses and run after you?

Word Count - 1.1k

Warnings - angst, fluff

It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this person, no matter what you’re doing. Sometimes we fall in love by chance, but staying is the choice.

It takes a strong heart to love but it takes an even stronger heart to continue to love after being hurt. Our hearts are meant to be broken so that the right person could come and fix them. What if the person who was breaking your heart was the only one to fix it.

You hadn’t known how long you’d been sitting in your car. It shocked you how your neighbours rarely got involved with anything they’d heard. It was a rainy day, the water spilling from the clouds just like the tears down your cheeks.

Adele was on your radio. It felt convenient that the British heart-break songwriter was blaring through your speakers but it wasn’t making you feel any better (even if you did own all of her CD’s.)

Ash and Fez had to put up with years of sad songs by Adele. Not because you were genuinely sad all of the time, but because her music was so relatable. Now it really felt relatable.

Each minute passed and you knew it had been way over ten by now. The pit feeling in your stomach felt horrendous. Your heart and your head were both encouraging you too think Fez would come running after you in the pouring rain.

Fez was contemplating his life decisions as the clock ticked away. He hadn’t been thinking straight lately and that was evident now as he watched you walk out of the door. Ash didn’t leave the room, fearful of whether his brother would just let you walk out of their lives.

“I fuckin’ meant it bro. She goes, I do. I wouldn’t be shit without her.” Ash continued to persuade his brother.

“Ion know what you wan’ me to fuckin’ do Ash. Run after her and tell her I didn’t mean it?” He tried not to snap at him but his emotions were running extremely high.

“Don’t you wanna do that?” Ash was right. Everyone in the world could see that Fezco’s business partner had his head screwed on.

“Fuck man.” Fez cursed to himself, running a hand over his shaved head.

“If I was lookin’ at this from an outside perspective, I’d say you don’t love her no more.” Ash admitted and Fez practically had steam coming out of his ears.

“Cause if ya did, you’d have never let her leave like that.” Ash shook his head. The storm was definitely coming down a lot heavier now and Fezco recalled a time where he’d held you in his arms to calm you down. You hated thunderstorms. It was a fear you’d had ever since you were a little girl. The roar of thunder was just enough to send you into a full-blown meltdown.

“She fuckin’ hates this weather.” Fez ran as his fast as his legs could carry him. The rain was pouring down fast. His heart nearly jumped into his throat as he watched you begin to reverse. Ash watched through the security cameras, praying you wouldn’t go anywhere.

“No, no, no.” Fez ran towards your car and banged his hands on the bumper - making you fully aware he was there. You slammed on the breaks, cautious of your next moves. He moved over to the passenger side and tried opening the door but in this case the doors were locked. Fez tried to hide the smile on his face. He’d always told you to lock your doors before driving anywhere so no asshole would try and kidnap you.

“Ma please.” He was soaking wet and if it wasn’t for the love you had for him, you would’ve left him there. You unlocked the door and he was quick to sit.

“What do you want?” You sniffled, not making eye contact with him.

“Jus’ come inside and we can talk.” Fez told you, turning down Adele who was still blasting but you turned it back up.

“This song is how you made me feel, so no you’re not turning it down.” The song was Love In The Dark. He recalled a time you’d argued in the past and this was the song you had on repeat until he’d found his way to be forgiven. It felt like de ja by but that argument never resulted in your practically being kicked out.

“Baby I know you’re hurtin’.” Fez sighed, wanting ti kick himself when he saw the tears pooling in your eyes again.

“Do you? Do you though? What the fuck was that all about huh? Y/N go, Y/N come back in so we can talk. I don’t think you know anything about how I’m feeling right now Fez.” You finally snapped.

“Aight’ so we doin’ this in the car.” He thought to himself, trying to muster up the correct words. Fez had never really been amazing at apologies, he’d never emotionally hurt that many people in his lifetime. Other than drug dealers who wanted a fix and he refused to sell. But this was different.

“I don’t wanna be cheesy and shit and say you complete me. Ion believe someone needs to be completed by another person, anyone can be find on they own.” He began and you turned to glare at him.

“But I ain’t gon’ lie to you Y/N, you fill up all my empty spaces and I am so grateful for that.” Fez admitted. What he was saying was indeed true, whether you believed him or not.

“You can sit here and be mad at me, tell me how you’d take a bullet for me and Ash, but that’s what fuckin’ scares me the most ma.” Fez sighed.

“Ion doubt that you can defend yourself. Fuck baby, you’ve had so much shit happen in yo life, I got lucky with one badass chick. The thought of you bein’ involved with some of the most fucked up shit, it freaks me out. I ain’t gonna live wit’ myself, if you end bleeding out on my livin’ room floor.” Fez finished. He was searching your face for any kind of response but all he got was more tears.

“You really upset me Fez, you haven’t done that to me before.” You told him, finally looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I kno’ and for that I’m sorry.” You nodded, taking in his apology that seemed somewhat sincere.

“You push me away one minute, the next you come back. I love you Fez, I have since I was thirteen and I ain’t ever gonna stop. I probably will forever. That’s because you’re worth it, everything that comes with you is worth it. You just gotta understand that.” He pursed his lips together, not wanting to get emotional in front of his girl.

“I love you too. I do understand. I shouldn’t have let you walk out of that door, that shi’ gon’ hurt me for a long ass time.” He reached over and grabbed your hand, knowing right now was probably the best time to give you support.

“Why did you let me walk out?” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and singing you had done in the car.

“Cause I got scared.” You nodded, not wanting him to repeat anymore of his dark thoughts. It was hard for you both. You both understand where each-other was coming from, it was just harder to communicate that.

“Truth be told, I was actually gonna go to the diner and think about that whole ordeal. I don’t think you’d ever be able to get rid of me that easy. I’m not going anywhere and if you push me away I will never leave. Not in a creepy way of course but I don’t care if there are a hundred million reasons to leave, you’re the only one I’ll ever need to stay.” For the first time in years, Fez had a tear roll down his cheek.

“You and Ash are my everything Ma, don’t ever fucking doubt it. If this shi’ were to ever happen again, which I won’t let it happen, but if it does, fuckin’ smack me.” Fez told you, making you chuckle slightly.

“I think your brother will beat me to it.” Fez reached over and padded away your tear stained cheeks.

“Hate it when you be cryin’, even worse when I’m the reason fo’ it.” Fez whispered. The two of you leaned in for an awkward kiss, considering the car wasn’t the best place for a kiss and makeup.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you way fuckin’ more.” Now you were the one to switch off your radio.

“What do ya say? You wanna move back in wit’ me?” Fez questioned and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“If you carry my bags.” The two of you rushed back inside, trying to avoid getting anymore wet from the god awful weather. Ashtray’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas time. The two of you embraced each-other into a tight hug.

“Don’t ever pull that fuckin’ shit again.” Ash warned his brother.

“Word.” The two of them fist bumped before you all headed for the sofa.

“We’re both wet and soggy. This is gross.” You groaned, resting your head in Fezco’s shoulder.

“We can go take a shower?” Fez smirked, making Ash groan.

“Yeah I get it, you two made up, but ion need nieces and nephews running around when I’m just tryna pay off our mortgage.”

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I Was There For You - Fezco x Reader

Summary - Fezco couldn’t compromise his girlfriends safety anymore, he refused to let her get anymore involved with business. Nobody understood how he felt but he knew that his heart was slowly breaking trying to protect you.

Words - 1.2k

Warnings - angst, mentions of crying

A/N - I feel like I’m better at writing angst than I am fluff so I’m sorry for this one.

Part 2 here

The house was eerily silent. Ash was in his room trying to stay gangsta but failing as he felt tears in his eyes. Fez was already a wreck on the sofa. His hands angrily wiping away at his eyes.

Just a couple of hours before, you were in the kitchen preparing sandwiches for the three of you and Faye. Fez had been ever so quiet since him and Ash returned from work. Anyone would’ve thought they had argued but Ash was completely fine.

“Babe, you good?” You asked your boyfriend who was sat staring into space on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah.” He replied, he really was deep in thought.

“Yo my bitchass is ready for yo sandwich Y/N.” Ash grinned, snatching the first one he could see that was ready.

“Be grateful, I don’t make those for just anybody.” You laughed.

“Faye come grab a sandwich.” You called out to the girl who was sat smoking a blunt on the sofa. She was quick to put it out and rush over.

“Thank-you.” She smiled lightly. You sliced the last sandwich and shared your half with Fez.

“You feeling sick or something? Go lay down if you don’t feel good bub.” You looked him in the eye but he was avoiding eye contact. After knowing this man for the majority of your life, you knew when he was hiding something. He’d always prioritise telling you everything - no matter the circumstance. This time around, seemed way different.

“I’m just thinkin’ ma.” He smiled lightly but you knew better than that. The two of you headed over to the table where Faye and Ash were happily scoffing their sandwiches. You started eating your sandwich, still unconvinced that something was swirling your boyfriends brain.

“Ion think it’s a good idea you bein’ here anymore Y/N.” Fez announced and Ash nearly choked on his sandwich. Your heart dropped. What had you done?

“Excuse me?” You were taken back, where had this come from.

“It’s not safe fo you to be here.” Fez watched your face twist in confusion and sadness.

“What the fuck are you sayin’ bro?” Ash questioned angrily.

“Business is gettin’ tougher. We fuck around with way more bad people than what we used to. Ion want you around this shit no more.” Fez told you.

“You’re not doing this to me.” You declared, not believing a word he was saying. Fez let out a sigh.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t love you.” He told you.

“That’s it then? You want me out. You want me to go live in my car? Not that it’s a bad thing but I mean my own boyfriend doesn’t think I can protect myself.” You shoved your plate away, suddenly feeling a loss of appetite.

“I ain’t say you can’t protect yoself, I just can’t risk you getting hurt.” Fez admitted.

“You dumb as fuck.” Ash snapped to his brother.

“That’s it then? I pack my bags and go. Is that what you really want? After all of these fucking years, you’re finally done with me? What the actual fuck Fezco?” You held back a sob and pushed your chair back.

“Baby don’t make this harder-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence because you’d grabbed the nearest trash bag to prepare all of your clothes in. The door to your shared bedroom slammed, leaving the three of them at the table. Ash practically had steam coming out of his ears.

“I know you didn’t just say that shit to her.” Ash began.

“You ain’t even talk to me about that? What happened to fuckin’ tellin’ each other everything?” Ash felt betrayed. His own brother hadn’t discussed this with him and they never hid anything from each-other. He felt even more betrayed that the only sister/mother figure he physically had left was packing her bags.

“She dies in this shit and I ain’t never gon’ forgive myself.” Fez told his brother but he wasn’t having any of it.

“She’d take a bullet for me. For you. For us. You’re a fucking asshole.” Ash shoved his plate just like you did and followed your footsteps.

“It’s not my place but she was telling me about the two of you the other day. Said you was the one she’d marry. Told me you and her shared all your firsts together.” Faye told Fez. Fez took a sharp breath in, not wanting matters to be made worse.

“All due respect but you ain’t gonna find another like her.”

As the tears fell from your eyes, you made sure to pack the shared picture frame of you and Fez that laid upon the bedside cabinet. Just the picture itself made you cry and by cry, you’d started hardcore sobbing.

“Easy Y/N.” Ash rushed in, wrapping his arms around you. Boy you loved this kid like he was your own brother.

“You wanna know something for real Ash?” He nodded as you’d slightly calmed down.

“I’ve had glocks pointed to my head and what happened back there just about made the gun situation seem like the easiest thing to go through.” You admitted. Ash didn’t really know how to comfort people, especially you. He’d only ever seen you cry once and that was when Fez asked you to move in. The love you’d been given by the people in this home was nothing like you had growing up. Fez was the first one to ever show you how to really love and it seemed vice versa.

“Please don’t go Y/N, I need you.” Ash whispered.

“I gotta go kid, I gotta go.” Fez remained at the table as you and Ash left the room. Just like Ash with you, Fez had hardly seen you or his younger brother upset. Now he was witnessing a double homicide with both of your tears flowing freely.

“Don’t make this harder baby, please don’t cry.” Fez went to come over and reassure you, but you pushed him away. Faye was watching from her usual spot on the couch.

“I was there for you in your darkest times. I was there for you in your darkest nights. But I wander, where will you be? When I’m at my worst and practically down on my knees.” Your words were cutting him up, he couldn’t bring himself to even give you an explanation.

“And you said you had my back.” You sniffled, poking his chest in anger.

“Whoever is coming for you or whatever situation you’re gonna be involved with, know I wouldn’t of changed being by your side for nobody. I ain’t never loved nobody like I love you. And you know what the hardest part of this is Fez?” Your voice cracked and tears fell from his eyes. It was hard for him too but nobody could see that right now.

“Is that you made me seem like the easiest thing to let go.” You grabbed your car keys from the bowl. Ash ran to you, throwing his arms around you. He didn’t want you to go. Fuck, Fez didn’t want you to go. He just couldn’t promise your safety anymore.

“I love you kid, keep practicing your math yeah?” You kissed the top of his head before turning on your heel.

“I’m gonna sit in my car for ten minutes. I’m gonna let you think about your decision Fez. I’m not running away but I’m not begging to stay. If I don’t see you in ten minutes, than I know that we’re done but just know, I fucking love you.” The moment you stepped out the door, Fez broke down. Ash had no sympathy for him. Faye felt kinda bad. She understood what it was like to have a boyfriend that wanted to protect their other half.

“If you don’t run after her, god fuckin’ help me ima leave to.”

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I’ve seen a diverse amount of replies to Jellybean, and I’m loving all of your opinions! Maybe there would be no harm in a part four. How would y’all feel about that? I know many of you thought Y/N was very forgiving to Fez but in my mind it was because she was in labour and had a million thoughts going through her head. However, let me know what you think!

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Jellybean - Fezco x Reader

Summary - Months on end of different emotions, mood swings and cravings. You and Fez really did go through it all together - Ash did to, he kinda had no choice. This is how it went from just being two young adults in love, to becoming parents.

Words - 5k

Warnings - fluff, angst, mentions of birth, arguing

A/N - this is the third and final part to this mini series! I hope y’all enjoyed💗

Part 1 here Part 2 here

Pregnancy altered your life forever. It’s made you realise how fragile and important life is. It’s made you understand the concept of ‘protection’ to a level past what you had thought. Nothing in the world could prevent you from looking after this unborn baby, regardless of anyones actions and opinions. You were capable of being able to grow a healthy baby in a time span of nine months and it continued to amaze not just you, but everyone around you.

Within a couple of days of Fez knowing you were pregnant, an appointment had been booked. Sitting in a waiting room full of full-term pregnant women, really worried you. Fezco hadn’t seen anything like it before. There were some judgemental looks from the mothers sat opposite you. Fez laced his fingers with yours in a way to calm your nerves.

“Does that shit not put you off? I feel like I’m getting judged more here than I would if I fucking danced the Macarena on the X factor.” You grumbled to your boyfriend.

“Ion think you going on X factor a good idea Ma.” He chuckled.

“But what is a good idea is that we go and see what’s going on here.” He pointed to your lower stomach and you just nodded.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” A nurse called out and you wanted to vomit right there and then. You stood up with Fez and followed the nurse to a private room. Fez refused to let go of your hand. He didn’t show it, but he was on tipping point with his nerves. Of course he wouldn’t put that on you.

You’d watched enough movies and shows to know what was gonna happen next. The nurse would ask you a fuck tonne of questions like “when was the positive result?” or “when was the date of conceiving?” Then of course would come the announcement of “This gel is gonna be cold so brace it.”

And for the fact it wasn’t the nicest day for warm weather, the gel was fairly fucking cold.

“The train track noise you’re hearing, is a healthy heartbeat.” The nurse announced, and you looked at Fez with wide eyes. It was all coming so surreal.

“And this small area here, would be your baby.” A tear fell from your eye and Fez padded it away with your thumb.

“That’s our baby.” You whispered, whilst Fez had his signature grin plastered on his face.

“Baby is the size of a jellybean, I’m gonna say you’ve just gone past 8 weeks of this pregnancy.” The nurse continued.

“We got our own lil bean in there.” Fez kissed your cheek.

“You mind if we get pictures of this?” Fez asked the nurse and she smiled happily.

“I can print some of them off for you.” From that moment, everything slowly began falling into place. Your very first ultrasound pictures had a very significant meaning to you and Fez. He kept one in his wallet, Ash had one framed, there was one of the fridge and Fez had even placed one of them next to his grandma.

“You finna call the baby jellybean now?” Ash laughed as Fez explained how the doctors visit went.

“If he gets his way the baby is gonna be called M and M.” You laughed and it was moments like this that Fez really fucking treasured with you.

Time went on ever so slowly, especially since your morning sickness had just about calmed itself down. You knew you’d start showing soon and keeping a bump a secret wouldn’t exactly be the easiest thing to do. It was only Ash and Fez that knew you were pregnant.

“Ion see why we’ve gotta tell everybody. Dunno how I’m meant to protect you and jellybean from shit if everyone is up in our business.” Fez admitted as he drove you to Maddy’s house. All of the girls were there and it seemed a convenient time to just tell them all at once. You had gone past 12 weeks and you had been told that this time was usually a good time to tell friends and family.

“When they start wandering why I’m not at parties or drinking at parties, they’re gonna be more in our business, questioning things.” You told him and he nodded. Although your baby had grown a bit bigger within the past month, Fez refused to drop the nickname Jellybean. Even you and Ash had picked up on it without realising.

“You call me when you want picking up and I’ll be there.” Fez pulled up to the house. You leaned over and kissed him.

“We love you.” Fezco’s heart warmed the hell up. He had loved you for all these years and somehow his love just continued to grow.

“I love you both.” He made sure you got into the house safely before driving away.

“Y/N I fucking love you, but why the fuck do you look so serious?” Maddy asked and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Ima need you all in a circle, right now, on the floor.” You demanded. The girls that were there were Maddy, Kat, Cassie, Jules and Rue.

“Why do I feel like we’re throwing an intervention for you?” Cassie questioned.

“Because I’m gonna need one.” You told her.

“I’m beyond fucking confused with you Y/N, Fez been giving you drugs or something?” Rue asked seriously and you laughed.

“Fuck you.” It was now or never.

“So you’re probably wandering why I wanted us to all be together on a random day like a Thursday.” You began.

“How do y’all feel about being aunties?” It was Kat who clocked on first.

“No fucking way.” She squealed, quick to gently wrap her arms around you. Then came Maddy, Jules and Cassie.

“None of you have nieces and nephews. Neither do I. So how would we know about the feeling of being an auntie if we aren’t one? You feel me? I’m particularly confused.” Rue announced.

“No you dumbass, Fez and I are having a baby.” It took her a few moments to process the sentence that just came out of your mouth.

“Holy fuck ima be an auntie.” She couldn’t really tell if she was tripping or not. All of the girls were so happy. They were sort of the only ones you could tell outside of Fez and Ash. You had no family on your side, so telling your friends was the next best thing. And boy were they so happy.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing awake at 3am?” Ash groaned as he watched you pace around the kitchen.

“Dude, ima need you to drive me to the store.” There was no way you could wake up Fez again. For a few weeks, you’d had quite the cravings. Mainly savoury food but when you thought about a particular thing, you couldn’t help but really want it.

“You can put the gun down, I’m not a robber. We have no fucking chicken nuggets.” You whispered.

“Fez won’t let me drive anywhere and I’ve already woken him up enough. Actually I’m kind of glad you’re awake because I was hoping it would be you and I really need these fucking nuggets.” You ranted to Ash. If he didn’t love you, he would’ve certainly told you to fuck off.

“What brand and what store? I can’t mess this shit up, I can’t deal with your tears.” Ash admitted and you smirked.

“The twenty-four seven one that’s literally down the street or do I want McDonald’s nuggets.” You put a finger on your chin as you began to think.

“Ima fall asleep standing up.” Ash warned.

“Surprise me.” You told him.

“Last time I fucking surprised you, you cried. You cried because I got it wrong and then you cried because you felt bad for being mean. So ima just decide and say both because then you can’t cry.” Man this kid was the best.

“La you!“ You whisper shouted as he left through the front door.

“Ma?” Fez called out.

“In the kitchen.” He was quick to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen.

“I woke up and you weren’t there. The fuck you doing up this early and why is Ash gone?” He questioned.

“We have no nuggets babe, I have eaten so many nuggets over this short amount of time. Fuck me, maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to go get me some. Am I fat? Do you still love me Fez-“ Before you could even finish your sentence, he placed his lips on yours to shut you up.

“You ain’t fat, you just cravin’ the good stuff. Jellybean gon’ be a fucking nugget instead.” Fez laughed.

“But why didn’t you wake me up? I don’t care what time it is mamas, you gotta wake me up when you need shit.” Fez told you.

“I felt bad.”

“Ain’t gotta feel bad Y/N, you ma fucking girl. I do it cause I care.” You two must’ve been going back and forth with your conversation for a while because Ash was soon back. He had carrier bags of nuggets and a big ass McDonald’s bag

“I broke every driving law tryna get there and back quick.” Ash handed you the bags.

“You been breaking every driving law since you decided to start driving way before you turned the legal age buddy.” You laughed and gave him a hug.

“You’re lucky I got love for you.” The waterworks made their way to your eyes and Ash was quick to pull away.

“Ain’t no fucking way you crying cause of that. Love ya but no.”

Fez couldn’t exactly say no to you at any point during your pregnancy. Being raised by one hell of a women, he knew how to respect and love them. He was super protective and was yet to go against his promise. You, Fez, Ash and Faye were currently watching Stand By Me. A movie in which you and Fez has claimed to be the best. Ash disregarded the fact he had to watch this nearly everyday because it meant keeping his brother and sister in law happy.

“So Y/N, you having a boy or girl?” Faye dragged her sentence, getting ready to light a blunt.

“Faye take that shit outside, don’t need jellybean inhaling that shit.” Fez glared at her. She mumbled a sorry and rushed outside.

“Watchu thinking about Ma?” Fez asked. Your head was on his chest as you laid on top of him.

“We haven’t decided if we wanna know.”

“Elaborate.”

“Whether we’re having a boy or girl. Do you wanna find out? Or keep is a surprise?” You asked him.

“Whatever you wanna do baby, I ain’t against yo decisions.” Fez told you.

“Nah, it’s not just about my decisions, this is an us situation.” Ash couldn’t help but snicker at the two of you.

“I’m down to keeping it a surprise.” Fez didn’t want to cause an argument.

“Then I’m down with that to. What about you Ash?” You asked him.

“Y/N, it ain’t my kid, so I ain’t gotta say.” You laughed at his words. Maybe keeping the gender a surprise would make the rest of the pregnancy more exciting. Who knows? After all this was your first pregnancy.

Pregnancy was a rollercoaster of up and downs. Sure growing a baby was a huge positive but nobody really told you about the downs. Your cravings didn’t bother you. The weight gain sometimes bothered you but the mood swings were lethal. One minute you’d be laughing and the next you were crying.

The baby shower was one you’d certainly never forget. Maddy had surprised you with a whole ass stroller in which you later found out her and Ash had a fight over who would be buying it. Cassie got drunk and started saying how much she’d miss you once your baby was born. Not that you were going anywhere, but you certainly wouldn’t be going to as many parties anymore. Kat and Jules had prepared hamper gift baskets including things like diapers, baby clothes, wipes and teddy bears. Rue had opted to gift both you and Fez packs of Jellybeans as a gesture to the babies nickname.

The end of your pregnancy was fast approaching and it was a lot harder to do your normal day-to-day activities.

“You ain’t going Y/N.” Fez would say and once he saw your frown, it was more “you ain’t going without me.”

“You can’t just use the oven without me or Ash, you’ll get burned.”

“You’re not driving.”

“Stop reaching for the high cupboards, just ask.”

Eventually it got to the point where you were annoyed. Annoyed with how long this pregnancy had gone on for and annoyed that you were being deprived of what you’d do in a normal day.

“Y/N don’t-“ Before Fez couldn’t finish his sentence, you snapped.

“Fez I’m not fucking incapable!” You’d snap.

“I haven’t been able to do things independently and everyone seems to think I’m made of glass. I’m not Fez. I’m sick and tired of someone have to be watching my every move. So what if I burn myself on the stove? If I burn my hand it sure as hell ain’t gonna affect this chunky ass bean in my belly.” You huffed. He’d have to try and hide the smirk on his face.

“I know I’m sorry mamas. I just don’t want you to hurt yo’self you know?” Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a big sigh.

“Our baby will be here soon and it’ll all be okay.” He reassured you.

What nobody knew was that when Fez would go in and take care of his grandma, he’d often talk about you. She wasn’t able to respond and react, but he felt at peace knowing he could just open up to her.

“You always told me about falling in love grandma. Ya told me it was the worst thing I could do.” He’d begin.

“But I think even you know how long I’ve been in love with that girl. I ain’t letting nothin touch her. We all miss you. You’re gonna be a fucking great grand-mother. Will I regret telling ya that? You’d kick my ass if you could.” He’d chuckle.

“Y/N’s one hell of a girl grandma, and this baby is my everything. I gotta be a real ass father figure. I ain’t having none of thay reluctant, dead-beat baby daddy shit. I’m in this for the long run.” He’d admit.

And then it hit your due date. A lot of shit had happened over the nine months you’d been pregnant. One of the most recent ones being that Rue had gotten herself in a bit of a shit situation and decided to come to your shared home. After throwing your man into the wall, Fez had no other choice but to kick her out. Ash gave you a sad look, knowing that Rue was practically family.

It was around 4pm on this particular dad. You and Fez had just gotten back from a long ass walk. Something that’s meant to help induce your labour.

“Feelin’ any different?” Ash asked from the table whilst he was counting money.

“I’m feeling fucking tired, I need a nap.” You groaned and headed towards the bedroom. You put on Fezco’s sweats and a loose top and got straight in.

“Look I have a friend coming over.” Fez admitted to his brother, turning around to make sure you weren’t in earshot.

“She’s been going through a lot and I said she could come and chill.” Ash stopped what he was doing.

“This friend is a she?” He questioned in which his brother nodded.

“Who the fuck is it?” Ash pushed it.

“Lexi Howard.”

“You’re fucked up in the head, you know that? It’s not as if you’re pregnant ass girlfriend hates her or anything is it?” Ash asked sarcastically. Fez let out a sigh as Ash headed down to the garage. You on the other hand, were passed out asleep. What woke you up was little jellybean practically beating the shit out of you.

“Thanks for the wake up call.” You groaned. Letting out a yawn, you got out of bed and opened the door. Hearing ‘stand by me’ echo through the home, you thought Ash and Fez were watching the movie together. It brought a smile to your face. However, your smile soon faded as you neared the living room. Standing with your arms over your chest. You heard Lexi and Fez. You were raging. Deciding to stay silent, you wanted to see how this would pan out. Then Fez reached over to place his hand in Lexi’s. Faye noticed you and gave you a sympathetic smile, she did feel bad for you in this situation.

“Well you two look awfully comfy.” You chuckled wickedly and Fez quickly retrieved his hand away from Lexi.

“Oh you been crying? Did the movie make you cry?” You questioned her.

“For a fact I’ve wanted to beat your ass for hella time. You’re giving me plenty of fucking reasons as to why I should do it now.” You raised your sleeves.

“I’m not fighting a pregnant women.” Lexi laughed.

“Well a pregnant women is fighting you.” You went to swing for her but Fez was quick to catch your fist.

“What else you been doing when my eyes are fucking closed Fez? You gonna sit here and watch the movie we always watch together and act like a happy couple?” You were getting angrier.

“Don’t be so fucking delusional Y/N.” Lexi muttered.

“Get her the fuck outta my house.” You shoved Fez out the way.

“For someone who wants to protect their girlfriend and defend her through thick and thin, you ain’t doing shit.” You pointed a finger at your boyfriend.

“As for you, you know what, do what the fuck you want. You’re just like your sister anyway.” Ash had come through, hearing all of the commotion.

“What the hell did you just say to me?” Lexi stood up to your level.

“You fucking heard me.” You growled.

“Swear this shit ain’t good for the baby.” Faye muttered to Ash.

“I knew this shit was too good to be true.” Fez looked at you confused.

“Bet you only stayed with me because I’m having your baby right? I mean she’s obviously the girl you’ve been in love with. I should’ve seen it on New Years. You didn’t mean any of your goddamn apologies did you?“ Maybe you were being dramatic but you sure as hell were not tolerating this bullshit.

“How the fuck could you say that Ma? Don’t fucking talk to me like that. I’ve put so much shit on the line for you and this baby, don’t throw it back in my face.” Fez snapped and your face dropped.

“Lexi I’m giving you to the count of three to get the fuck out of this house.” She didn’t budge and you took this opportunity to connect your fist to her cheek. Ash was quick to jump in and pull you away as Fez pushed Lexi aside.

“You fuckin crazy Y/N.” Fez had seemed to be the more annoyed one in this situation now. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“You good Lexi?” Fez asked her, searching her eyes to see if he could read her. Jellybean started to do what felt like somersaults in your tummy, and it didn’t feel that great.

“I’m good, I might need an ice pack.” She looked at him lovingly.

“Ash please get her out.” You whispered, quickly wiping away a stray tear that felt from your eye.

“Lexi ima need you to leave.” Ash spoke up. He’d never really said much to her in the whole time he’d known her.

“Ash-“ Fez began.

“Look what she’s done to you bro, you fucking wildin. You don’t act like that when she’s here but the moment she is, you suddenly go off on yo girl? Nah fuck you man.” Lexi took this as her excuse to leave.

“Couldn’t just stay in bed?” Fez muttered to you.

“Couldn’t just not touch other women?” You snapped.

“Watchu gonna do Fezco? Run after her?” You carried on.

“If she’d turned around and hit you, this argument may not have been the outcome and we’d have been in the hospital.” Fez pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That pussy wouldn’t dare touch me.”

“Dumb move fucking hitting her though? You’re nine months pregnant Y/N, you’ve got a whole ass baby in there. You really wanted to risk all of dat?” Fezco shouted at you.

“You fucking risked our relationship once again! So tell me, why were you holding hands?” You asked and even Ash was intrigued to know.

“It was a comfort thing.” Fez snapped and the pain in your stomach started to increase.

“Bullshit.” You grumbled. You had to walk over to the sofa to hold onto it. This pain certainly didn’t feel like braxton hicks.

“You make me out to be this massive asshole…” Fez began.

“Because you fucking are! How can I trust you with her?” Your voice squeaked as a sharp pain went through you.

“We’ve been together all of these years and now you’re doubting my trust? I wouldn’t have agreed to have this fucking baby if this is what was gonna happen.” And that was your breaking point. You clutched onto your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes.

“That was so mean of you.” Faye muttered to Fez as she excused herself.

“Yo Y/N, you good?” Ash asked, noticing how pale you had gotten. Fez had one of the most chilled attitudes known to man. You two arguing was rare but when it happened, boy the two of you were fucking awful. You gripped onto the sofa real hard as the pain took over again.

“I’m fine-“ You began, and just like the movies, a water like substance practically feel out of you.

“Oh my fuck.” Your jaw-dropped. Fez looked like he had seen a ghost.

“I can’t have this fucking baby, what the fuck?” You groaned.

“Watchu mean? Your water just broke.” Ash stated the obvious.

“Yeah in Fez’s sweats, I need to fucking change first.” You groaned.

“Go and be there for your women. Is it that hard?” Ash shoved his brother. Fez was in major shock. Yeah for sure he had nerves about being a dad throughout the whole pregnancy, but now it felt like something he couldn’t describe. Not to mention, the two of you had once again bickered over the infamous Lexi Howard.

“Ma? You okay?” Fez asked as he saw you throw his sweats in the wash basket.

“You made it seem like having this baby was some sorta agreement Fez.” He knew he’d fucked up.

“We went through picking out shit for the nursery, coming up with names, dealing with everything. Then you throw my insecurity in my face and make it seem like you shouldn’t have agreed to the baby.” Before he could say anything, you leaned over in pain again.

“You’re okay, it’s okay.” Fez rubbed your back.

“This isn’t okay. It’s fucking killing me.” You harshly breathed in and out until the contraction was over. His hand never left your back as he whispered reassurances.

“I know you think I apologise just because I’m in the wrong when we argue. I only apologise when I understand what I’ve done wrong okay Ma? I am sorry. She needed a friends shoulder to cry on. It prolly wasn’t the best girl to have and I didn’t consider your feelings. I’ll admit I was a fucking dick yet again. I love you and I love Jellybean-“ Before he could continue his apologetic rant, you put a hand on his chest.

“Babe please, I need to get to the hospital. They’re getting worse.” Calling for Ash to start the car, he grabbed your already made hospital bag. Fez set the alarms to the house and helped escort you to the car.

“Step on it Ash.”

The nurses had settled you in pretty quick. Endless hours of sitting, enduring pain. The whole labour thing was some painful ass shit. Fezco admired you for it. He’d always admired women and their capabilities of doing strong shit like this. Ash wanted to be nowhere near the delivery suite. He didn’t wanna see or hear nothing so he sat in the waiting room and played on his phone. Fez however, was prepared to see a different doctor about a broken hand. You’d never gripped on it so hard in your life, and you hadn’t even started pushing yet.

“You sure you don’t want an epidural? You still have time.” Fez brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“I ain’t taking no drugs Fez, I just want Bean out.” You threw your head back in frustration.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You groaned.

“Like what ma?”

“You always give me this look when I do powerful women shit.” You laughed.

“Because I’m proud of you, and I’m still really sorry about Le-“

“Don’t fucking bring up her name in this room, it’s done. The situation is over. I’m fine, you’re fine, Ash is fine, the baby is fine. We’re fine okay?” You pinky promised him. Soon enough the nurse came in to check how dilated you were. As she was doing what she had to do, Fez reached down to kiss you.

“I am so fucking in love witchu.”

“I love you too.”

“Y/N, you’re officially ten centimetres.”

Going through labour and pushing were two of the worst pains. You were grateful to have Fezco next to you, but the god awful aches and pain you were going through were not fun. You pushed for what felt like an eternity and Fez was there to wipe your sweat away with a cloth and hold your hand. He’d give you certain compliments that obviously didn’t stick with you right there and then, but you knew you’d appreciate them more after.

“Come on Y/N, you’re nearly there.” The nurse encouraged you. With a scream and a push, the sound of cries echoed through the hospital room.

“It’s a boy!” The nurse declared and you looked at Fez and immediately started crying.

“Jellybean is a boy.” Were your first words.

“You done it baby.” Fez felt a tear fall down his own cheek. He was offered to cut the chord and happily did so. His whole world just felt like it had come together. The sight in front of him made him feel ultra guilty for some of the shit he had ever said or put you through.

The nurses had cleaned you up and placed your baby onto your chest - something about skin to skin contact being the best way to make a relationship with your baby.

“Hey buddy, I’m your mom.” You whispered, his hand wrapping around your finger. You looked over at Fez who seemed to have more tears down his eyes now than what he did before. You reached over and gently grabbed the side of his jaw.

“We’re parents now babe.” He snuck you a kiss and it was a very bittersweet moment. You knew this baby was gonna have the upmost love that could be given.

“You want to hold your son?” That question made him sniffle. For a very badass, gangsta type of guy, Fez rarely showed his vulnerable side. But the fact his girlfriend and baby boy were sat just next to him, he couldn’t help but be emotional.

“More than anything.” Fez cradled him like he was never gonna let go. A short period of time went and you knew you had to get Ash in here.

“I may have brought out all of the stocks for our baby being born.” Fez told you before he headed out. You shook the confusion of what he just said off and took the time to admire your little prince.

Fez made his way to the waiting room and in the corner next to the vending machine, was his younger brother. He walked over and took a seat next to him.

“You’re a real ass uncle now Ash.” Fez grinned.

“You wanna come and meet your nephew?” Ashtray’s eyes nearly fell out of your head. Secretly he had prayed that you’d have a boy. Not that he was against having a niece, but something about him just wanted you and Fez to have a son. He’d never followed his brother so quickly.

“Hey Ash.” You smiled weakly, feeling the overwhelming sense of tiredness wash over you.

“Proud of you.” Ash smiled, taking a seat next to Fez.

“You wanna hold him?” Fez asked and at first he was hesitant.

“I ain’t never held a baby befo’.” He admitted.

“Get used to it Ash, he’s gonna be in yo life forever.” Fez told him. Ash gently rocked him in his arms after you handed him over. It was a whole new life you guys were all gonna have to get used to.

“I ain’t letting no motherfucker near you kid.” You wouldn’t sassed him for his cursing around the baby, but it was such a cute moment.

“Protective, just like your brother.” You grinned.

“Y’all picked out a name yet?” Ash asked, not wanting to take his eyes off of his nephew.

“Beau Ash O’Neill.” Fez had his hand laced with yours once again as you told Ashtray the babies name.

“Ash? As in me? His middle name is my nickname? I mean I love his first name cause it’s like bow and arrow but like Ash?” He questioned.

“Dude you’re his godfather too.” Fez told him and his eyes widened.

“You two are crazy.” He chuckled.

“We’re all crazy, but look where crazy got us. I couldn’t be more happier.” You admitted.

“Go to sleep baby, we’ve got him.” Fez reassured you. You were hesitant but couldn’t keep your stinging eyes open for much longer. Fez placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You really ready for this?” Ash questioned his brother.

“I gotchu, my girl and my son. That’s all I need to know that I’m fucking ready.”