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fez is officially moved to my multi : @fraegiles
enternecers,
it seems unfair, but her mind goes right to nate. how nate had never cared about her makeup. sure, he would notice when she was not wearing any and when she was wearing too much, but he had never cared about whether she would take it off to sleep or not. it is different. maddy has realized she likes different. ruby lips part to argue about the bed again, but instead she chooses to be quiet. not because she has agreed to take it, after all, it hardly seems fair that he would give up his comfort for her. but maddy knows when to pick her battles. right now? she needs to get rid of these fake eyelashes and these heels. after a few minutes too long, the raven-haired girl is back. armor off, heels placed in the corner of the room right before she settles back on the couch. the dress is still too tight and too short, maddy realizes, but she knows fez would never do anything. it is funny, everyone seems scared of him, yet she trusts him more than anyone in her life. they are all fools. yet a little voice in her head whispers she might be too for letting her guard down. arms wrap around a cushion, head leaning against the couch’s arm. ❝ what are you watching? ❞ she asks quietly, alcohol’s effects beginning to fade away.
feet pad quietly, something strange in the way she moves, unusual for her : maddy has never been quiet, not that he knows her that much but there are things he’s picked up. maybe he’s learning the truth of her, what happens when the mask drops, when sleep makes her less keen on lying. but at her core, she remains what he knows, kind &. good. soft chuckle passes his lips at the last stupid shit said on tv, head shaking, unbelieving on how enthralled he is by that shit show. he can’t help it though, not since rue crashed there for an afternoon and made him watch. couch softly dips under her weight as she settles, eyes catching her shifting, as if uncomfortable. ❜ housewives of beverly hill. kyle’s being a bitch again. ❜ mouth purses, retaining an eye roll before he glances toward ash’s door, still tightly shut close. ❜ i have shirts and tracksuits if ya wanna. ❜ it’s said off handedly, only thinking that she must not feel real chill dressed like this, the things girls put themselves through sometimes, he can’t quite get it though he does appreciate it.
* 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝟗 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 !
favorite color : green &. yellow.
currently reading : a book about napoléon.
last song : things we lost in the fire by bastille.
last series : only murders in the building.
last movie : stalingrad.
sweet / spicy / savory : sweet !
currently working on : healing from stupid co.vid
tagged by : @enternecers tagging : @soulvalor, @exilae, @batfall, @philomelia
❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜ / maddy
it’s like a bomb, one that falls from painted lips and winged eyes, glitters all over her face with cutting words on her tongue. what is he so afraid of ? everyfuckingthing. it’s as easy as that, he is scared of everything, scared of the cops, scared of his customers, scared of people getting too close, scared of losing those that managed to do so. in this world, what is there to not be scared of ? fezco knows that there is fear in her heart too, something deep that he’s not made to know yet but no one is truly fearless : it’s the only way to be brave anyway. ❜ ain’t mattering, gotta do what i gotta do anyway. ❜ cautious to avoid her gaze, choosing to focus on the chips he’s shelving.
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❛ i’d be smart to walk away . ❜ - from selina kyle
the smoke draws volutes in the air as it escapes his mouth, fingers sliding bills, counting under his breath as the last of his people finish cleaning the place. not a glance is given, he has seen her around, trying to make herself unnoticeable, stealing here and there from unknowing customers : their fault for hanging out a strip club in the shady parts of this fucked up town. ❜ ya smart but ya hungry, hunger makes ya stay. ❜ crafty little shits that they are, this town birthed them &. left them to fend for themselves, selina remains a good kid. ❜ would appreciate ya not stealing from my customers, am trying t’run a business here. ❜ clear eyes finally look toward her, awaiting the reason for her presence.
i really am back &. i would love to write with new people <333
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@unpreferred
bottom lip is bitten as she watches him until he vanishes , small huff released as she rests back on the bed , twists around to grab his pillow and hold it close , nose buried against it . this must be a dream , she must still be sleeping , for it cannot be possible that they share a bed , that there is a morning routine , that he is right there and he’s hers . giddy smile hidden against pillowcase , takes a couple minutes before finally allowing herself to get up . another yawn as feet find the floor , arms stretching as bare feet walk across the room , still wearing his shirt that reaches the top of her thighs , one more hint of him on her and she absolutely adores it . makes her way to the kitchen as there is one thing she can do without blowing up the entire of the house — she can make coffee .
it feels unreal, a dream he’s had for too long, to have her there nearly every morning, to not have a weight on his shoulders every fucking second, to feel safe since he does not have to worry anymore about cops and addicts. there is school for ash, there is his girl at his side, he thinks of his bliss, this newfound happiness as he rubs bubbles on his head, letting water wash away the last remains of slumber. his shower is quick, briefs and jeans on thrown on before he exits the bathroom, head popping through his shirt just as he enters the kitchen, pressing a kiss to her temple. ❜ glad t’see the kitchen still there. ❜ it is quick to heat the pan, to find butter and bread, to start breakfast. ❜ what ya doing today ? ❜
@unpreferred : ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap.
paris, fashion week, not his kind of scene, he likes looking at clothes &. wearing them alright but he doesn’t like crowds, doesn’t like the kind of assholes that go there to show off, those people are not his scene. but lexi, shit, lexi is the whole goddamn show, whether it’s in paris or in the middle of a shitty street at two am. same fucking thing as long as she’s there. that’s why he put his best cap on, managed to catch an invite to her show, hoping to surprise her, hoping it could make her happy in a time he knows to be stressful. she had seemed happy, her bright eyes and happy smile, her arms around him. it feels less busy now, a bit of the pressure down as she rests her feet upon his laps, fingers with calluses rubbing the soft skin of her ankles. ❜ ya looked amazing up there, girl, hope i ain’t interrupting something or takin’ too much of yer time with my bein’ there. ❜
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grateful she doesn’t have to ask , he says it all , he’s staying and it feels like she can finally breathe . not quite sure how she’d make it alone , trembles at the thought . her freedom , her own space , what had once been a blessing now a curse . more than the 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊 , more than keeping the tv on to keep her company , now there’s the uncertainty , the fear of looking out the window to find someone staring back . every sound makes her jump , even now as one of her cats jumps up the console table by the entrance she shakes , makes herself smaller against him , feeling utterly foolish . “ 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ” a sniff as a sob is swallowed , a slow nod as his calmness fills her , letting herself to be cared for is unusual but she welcomes it when it comes from him . releases the grip on his shirt , palms gently rubbing against his shoulders as she mimics his breathing , face following his fingers as they dry her tears . it comes as second nature , to lean on him , to follow fingertips as if she’s entranced , under the sweetest of spells . feels needy , like a child seeking refuge , but she still nods , close enough for nose to brush against his “ 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 . ” still not convinced she’s doing anything but bothering , but knows better than to disagree , too selfish to not want him around , to not find solace in his voice whenever she calls . shoulders roll back as she tries to regain composure , must look like a complete mess , far from what she’d prefer him seeing . “ 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 , 𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 . ” low chuckle as head shakes , curls falling over her face . “ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . ” not that she wants to move an inch from him , so her fingers find his , intertwining with ease before a soft tug is given . and if she could she’d keep him there , forget the rest of the world , let it just be the two of them , let her keep the warmth , the safety . LET HER KEEP HIM .
he feels her tremble against him, fear seizing her heart as cat jumps, pushing herself against him, as if only against him could there be safety anymore. and he will do it, he will make the world safe for her, he will fight them all, he’s only been good for that anyway, to fight : at least now, he will do it for more than money, he will do it for her. ❜ ain’t gonna let shit happen t’ya, ya can trust that. ❜ fingers rub her back gently, soothing movements that try to have her muscles relax, to know she isn’t so high strung anymore, not too relaxed but at least not terrorized anymore. he hopes she can read in his eyes how strongly he believes in her, he hopes she can feel that he is there, steady for her when it feels like the world is shattering beneath her feet. apologies are quick to come back, as if embarrassment was settling before relief, apologizing for her existence, for being trouble, for simply being sometimes. it’s easy to see the way she puts herself together, tries to rearrange her hair, to stand a bit straighter. but words are quickly pushed back as her fingers find his, following her movement as she was the moon pulling the tide, letting himself fall after her. ❜ how ya feeling ? why the fuck ain’t cops still there ? ❜ fez does realize that none holds lexi as high as he does but still, she’s a rich and pretty girl that just got stalked, it’s absolutely shit to leave her like this. it seems his anger can only keep growing. he doesn’t even realize the way their fingers remain intertwined between them, bruised skin against her porcelain one.
&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
you should send me shit or like this to plot 💜💜💜
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“ 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 . ” it’s a whisper , but she is close enough for him to hear it , confession falling from her lips with a sigh . invisible , always in the background , to be forgotten . she was never one to be noticed , and it ached her more than she would allow herself to admit . he has found her , attention starved girl , and gave her everything she needed without even realising . and she 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 for it . “ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 . 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 . ” cheeks turn pinker with the words , but she finds the courage to say them regardless . it’s important that he knows it’s him , it’s always him , cannot imagine having this connection with anyone else , nor does she desire to . head rests against him once more , face settling on the crook of his neck , can’t seem to ever be close enough . he smells good , feels so warm and safe , breath catches as she imagines pressing lips against his skin . if it’s possible to get intoxicated by someone , she’s sure she’s drunk on fezco before even tasting him . it’s the first type of loss of control she does not mind . thoughts that should not be crowding her mind , else she will never be able to pull away . “ 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 , 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵 ? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 . 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 , 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 . ” yet makes no move to let go , the mere idea of it fills her with so much sorrow it weights her down , wishes to simply stay , to never give up the comfort of his arms .
it feels special, the bond between them, the way they gravitate toward one another, the way features move &. explain it all to the others. he thinks there is a galaxy between them, their warmth as they get closer creating a whole universe made of the both of them : her hands the earth, her smile the sun, her soul all there is. it feels warm, the way they exist together, that safe place they built with only a glance, trust that he’s never had in someone else. he does trust ash, but ash is a kid still, no matter what grand - ma said, fezco knows what it is to be a child treated like an adult, to not have a real childhood : ash might be his business partner but he does not need too much of a burden, fez can carry it on his own. ❜ think we got lucky, ya know ? i mean, we got not a great deck of cards but, findin’ each other, that’s lucky ain’t it ? ❜ blue as the sky, endless as they meet the rose petal blooming on her cheeks, the way her eyes only find his, the way they seem to always be there, it feels like breathing, being around there, like coming up to the surface after being underwater, fresh air filling your lungs. he watches her body betray her words, the way she stays there, right next to him while her words betray politeness, ❜ ain’t ever too tired for ya, ❜ if he could, he would keep her forever.
enternecers,
her parents have never been home to her, their house nothing but a few walls and concrete that never made her feel at ease. the only place she had ever felt happy in had been around cassie, though that much has changed too. but maddy never expected she would feel comfortable around him, in his house. it is a weakness, she realizes, to let her guard down around him ( allow herself to find comfort in his presence. ) but there is only so much she can control / this is not one of those things. she is shy when she asks, mocha hues on her hands before she looks up at him. ❝ the stuff off my face? ❞ the raven-haired girl asks quietly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before she realizes. ❝ oh, don’t worry. just soap will do. but i am not taking your bed, i am taking the couch. ❞
eyes do not leave the screen as she speaks, fingers holding cigarette vaguely gesturing at his own face as her question echoes, the word escaping him. head does turn as she refuses his offer, brows bending in slight confusion, head tilting as blue hues finds hers, ❜ ain't everything gotta be a fight, just take the bed. ❜ it is said gently, with no force behind it though it always impresses him how willing maddy is to fight, to get ready to defend herself, as if her whole life had been a fight. fezco wonders if she's afraid to get hurt or if she's looking for a fight, looking for a place to leave her anger there. it doesn't seem to be an answer he will soon get. ❜ soap is in the bathroom. take whatever ya need there. ❜ lips tighten around his smoke as his gaze goes back to the screen.
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bright smile paints berry lips once she sees him , the giddiness begun when they started talking and it never left . “ 𝚑𝚎𝚢 , 𝚏𝚎𝚣 . ” wearing his clothes brings her comfort , a way of keeping his warmth close against her when he’s not there , a small piece of him that she gets to carry with her . reaches for it out of habit , second nature , does not spare it much thought until he mentions it . cheeks redden as she looks down at herself , teeth bite onto her bottom lip as she registers the compliment . fingers tuck a loose curl behind her ear as she finds composure “ 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 . ” from his reaction , maybe it’s a good thing she kept it regardless .
smile lingers at the corner of his lips, shrug under sweater as head tilts, ❜ ain’t have t’ask for shit, lex, ❜ it rolls off his tongue easily, without a thought really because it is a truth that does not require to think too much of it. fingers find her shoulder, pressing in a gentle matter before he finds his way toward the kitchen, tongue itching for a fresh drink. ❜ been there for long ? ya should hav’ text me or somethin’, ❜ to await at the store, feet dangling, time slow when not by her side, without her words nor her voice to accompany him : he’s never felt like this before. but ash had school &. it was enough of a fight to make him go, he would not make him leave early.
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kid. it is quite interesting how one word with three letters can carry so much weight. she has always prided herself in being mature for her age. at least, maddy always acted as though she were. she wanted to be an adult, a woman, someone capable of making her own decisions and living her own life without being held back by her parents. had it not been why she was curious about fez at first? someone just a little older than her who had his own business and raised a child? the more she knew, the more she wanted to know / the more his life seemed like something to aim. it did not matter what he did, he was independent / his own person. she had gotten a chance to be part of it all too, help him. not because he was beneath her or because she was better than him / maddy craved to be his equal. an independent adult with her own choices. except she never had been and his words only prove that. he holds her in lower esteem than ash and it breaks her ego & her heart. ❝ i am not a fucking kid, ❞ she hisses, suddenly forgetting why she is still here.
mocha hues avoid his light ones, biting down on her cheek hard enough that she can taste blood. a minute passes, perhaps longer. words torment her brain begging to slip past her tongue but she does not let them. i’m sorry. please forgive me. i don’t want to lose you. you and ash are all i have. when her gaze finds his features again, there are no tears anymore. instead, the anger is back. ❝ it’s got something to do with me and you know that. ❞ she just does not what it is anymore. sigh breaks out of her lips, fingers avidly looking for the envelope of cash. once she finds it, maddy cannot resist the urge to toss it at him. ❝ you don’t trust me? fine. it’s all fucking there, except for what i used to buy groceries. i can wait if you want to check. or maybe you want the grocery store’s receipt to make sure i didn’t steal from you? since, you know, you don’t trust me. ❞
maddy has never claimed to be soft and calm and gentle. in fact, she is certain she had warned him of the opposite. like fire, she aims to wound him with her words. is attack not the best defense? yet it hurts her just as much as it hurts him to be there. ❝ oh i did stupidly buy me some shampoo so i suppose i owe you that. ❞ can he see that she is stalling not to leave? fighting means you still care, it is the silence that maddy has always feared. what happens when she walks away and he never talks to her again. ❝ you know what? just take these 10 bucks and we’ll call it even. there’s no point being here anymore since you’re just gonna be stubborn. ❞ a dare, an ultimatum / one she knows will not go her way. yet she still tries, the last bit of hope in her gaze.
head shakes, tired of seeing those kids with whole lives before them throwing it away. squaring shoulders, looking at the world as if they were preparing for battle, as if there was no peace in their world, no shelter to be found. except they have everything, everything he’s always been craving, everything he’s never known but wished for : they have parents who give a shit, a home when there is safety, no fear gripping heart every time someone knocks at the door. it pisses him off, something burning and twirling in his stomach, knowing that only kids have the luxury to risk it all, to make dumb choices because only kids have no responsibility. ❜ ya a fuckin’ kid, maddy, ❜ voice slightly rises, something strange that feels like glass in his throat, ❜ ya have no fuckin’ responsibility, no one counting on ya, ya just do whatever da fuck ya want ‘cause there’s no consequences. ❜ a few octaves higher, emotion he usually doesn’t show pouring from him, as what he feels to be wasted potential, wasted life.
clear blue eyes watch the anger on her face, it watches the tears that are not shed, watches the armure she puts on, like walls building around her like a shield, a way to protect herself : he prefers apathy to anger, acting out of emotion is reckless. eyes watch the way she throws the envelop at him, letting hit his chest before it falls to the ground but he does not leave her features, money having no importance there, nothing to do with the betrayal that is sour on his tongue. ❜ it ain’t got shit t’do with money ‘nd ya know it. i’ve let you in, fed ya, let ya sleep there, the only thing i asked of ya was t’leave the business alone. ❜ a shrug like a period, disappointment clear on his features, addicts or not, it seems all he is is a drug provider at the end of the day. fool him once, shame on you, fool him ten thousands time : shame on fucking him.
he awaits, gently, quietly, he awaits for the anger to die down or to take them like a storm, the way she acts is unreasonable, the words she says made to hurt him &. it hurts to think of her acting like an addict : they’re always nice until he says no, using him as a punching ball. ❜ can keep the money, i ain’t want it. hope t’was worth it. ❜ toe of his sneaker pushes the envelop toward her, ❜ bye, maddy. ❜ and maybe he lets the sadness show, maybe he lets her see how miserable she’s made him but he still closes the door, letting the locks fall. he’s so fucking stupid, over &. over again, he never learns.
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