You were stoned and horny, sitting on Fezco’s couch in the middle of him and Faye, your mind wandering to sinful places. You shifted between the two of them, pressure building inside at the thought of having a threesome with the two stoners on each side of you.
“You good, Y/N?” Fezco asked, looking over at you, blowing smoke into your face. You hummed, looking over at Faye who was staring at the tv, not a thought behind her eyes.
Faye looked over at you and smiled, her eyes bloodshot. In this state of mind you had no shame, no need to feel embarrassed, you were just chill. With that being said, you placed your hands on Faye’s cheeks bringing her in for a kiss, which she didn’t decline.
Her tongue roamed your mouth, you heard Fezco chuckle as you and Faye made out in front of him. You pulled away from her, turning to look at Fezco, who you pulled in for a kiss also.
“Can we just skip to the part where we all fuck?” Faye asked. You smiled against Fezco’s lips, pulling away to look over at her. “Can we?” She asked.
“I don’t know, ask Fez,” you said, the both of you looking over at the ginger boy sitting to your left.
“Fine by me,” he laughed. You stood up, grabbing Faye’s hand, leading her to Fezco bedroom. Fez followed closely after you, closing the door behind him.
Your lips were on Faye’s fingers pulling her crop top up, over her head and discarding it on the floor. Your hands travelled to her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples.
You pushed Faye onto the bed, glancing over at Fezco who was awkwardly standing by his bedroom door.
“Don’t just stand there,” you smiled. “Come fuck us,” you said, turning back to Faye, who had pulled your pants and underwear to your ankles.
You felt Fezco’s hands pulling on the hem of your shirt and you smiled, allowing him to undress you. You turned around, kissing him as he backed you onto the bed. He moved over to Faye, kissing her also, pulling her skirt off and onto the floor.
“This isn’t very fair,” Faye said, pointing up at Fezco who was standing still fully clothed in front of you and Faye who were butt naked. “Get naked,” she said, looking over at you.
“Unless you’d rather watch,” you smirked.
Fezco didn’t waste any time, he got undressed, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. Your eyes widened at his length, glancing over at Faye.
“Dibs,” you whispered before standing up and grabbing Fezco’s hand, pushing him onto the bed. You wasted no time, sitting on top of him and sliding down onto his cock.
“Fuck,” Fezco groaned as you bounced up and down on his dick, moans tumbling from your lips. Fez looked over at Faye, tapping her leg.
You watched the blonde girl as she swung her leg over Fezco’s head, lowering herself onto his face, moaning as Fez’s tongue began to work magic against her clit.
Faye smiled over at you, her hips riding against Fez’s face as you rode his dick and you smiled back, leaning forward to kiss her lips.
You stayed in that position for a while, both yours and Faye’s moans mixing together as the both of you got closer and closer to your finish. Until Fezco pushed Faye off of him, and flipped you over. He stood at the end of the bed, pounding himself into you.
“Oh fuck!” You cried, your head bobbing up and down at the force. You looked over at Faye. “Come here, wanna eat your pussy,” you moaned.
The blonde girl spread her legs in front of you, moaning loudly as your tongue made contact with her clit. You looked up at her, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Gunna make you cum so fuckin’ hard, Y/N,” Fezco said, slapping your ass, a yelp escaping your mouth. Faye rolled her hips against your face, watching Fezco as he fucked himself into you. “Damn,” he breathed. “This pussy so fuckin’ tight.”
You felt yourself getting closer to your climax. Faye’s fingers tangled in your hair, her face twisted in pleasure.
“I’m coming, fuck!” Faye cried. You moved your tongue faster against her clit, her pussy pulsating against your face, sending you over the edge.
You came hard on Fezco’s cock, pussy spasming around him. “Yes!” You moaned, rolling your hips against him, riding out your high. You moved away from Fezco and he groaned.
“The fuck, Y/N?” He asked, watching you as you turned to face him. Before he could say another word you licked a stripe up his dick. Faye moved closer, swirling her tongue around his tip. “Fuck,” he groaned, watching the both of you. “So hot.”
“Please cum for us,” you begged. “We want you to cum so bad.” Faye nodded. The both of you sucking on his dick, driving him crazy.
It didn’t take long for Fezco to finish, hot sticky liquid splurging from his cock. You and Faye opened your mouths for him, cum spilling on both of your tongues. Once he finished, he collapsed in between the two of you.
“That was some crazy shit,” Fezco said, making all of you laugh. The three of you laid naked next to each other, high as fuck, contemplating what had just happened.
Summary: Fezco and the reader have been friends since childhood. She watched Ash grow up and she watched Fez take over the (dangerous) family business, she's been around through it all. He was a leader and she was his side kick, his sounding board, his go-to person other than Ash. They were family and always have been. The reader wasn't familiar of Laurie and her relevance in her best friends life until one night, Fez get's an urgent call from his friend Custer. Everything that follows, let's just say is Custer's fault.
Song: "Woman" by Kesha and The Dap-King Horns
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Mentions of sex and abuse, swearing and heavy drug use.
A/n: I really loved planning this story and I've been genuinely tucking it away for a while. But I'm finally sitting down and doing it. Yay me! Also I have zero clue why some tags aren't tagging, it's a love hate relationship with me and tags lmao. I've emailed tumblr help a million times about it and they never have an answer.
I’ve always loved being a ‘Robin’.
I know people give him a lot of shit, being the sidekick and all but some could argue that Robin was one of the most important people in Batman’s life. Actually it’s pretty obvious that he’s one of the most integral parts of his violent, vigilante world. Robin’s are the intelligent ones, the ones who pick up the pieces, but Robin’s are also kind, a sounding board to their Batman. Batman wouldn’t be Batman without a Robin.
Just like Fezco wouldn’t be Fezco without me.
One could argue that his brother Ashtray is his Robin, that they have been together as long as Ash lived, the two of them practically two peas in a pod. What’s different there is that Ashtray, in the nicest way, is a spitting image of Fez, a copycat, if you will. Almost every trait that Fezco had, you could find in his younger brother and it made sense, Fez was all Ashtray knew. They were both loyal, like obedient dogs, strong-willed, level headed (sometimes, least of all on Ash’s part) and they were so, so, hesitant to trust.
I, on the other hand, differed from their type. I’m hotheaded, intelligent but I was an observer, less of a ‘doer’. I watched Ashtray and Fez, I watched them succeed and fuck up beyond belief, there when they needed to hear my heated words, reprimanding them as if they were children in need of a talking down. Sometimes they did, they were boys after all. They didn’t know everything, I knew that- they didn’t- but they learned eventually that even though they didn’t trust most, that they could trust me. That I would lead them straight and I would never lead them wrong.
Fezco was my Batman, and I, his Robin.
We went to school together, dropped out together, contemplated our future together, got high together, helped each other heal from our past. We’ve always been there for each other through thick and thin. He protected me and in return, I made sure Ashtray and him were taken care of in a way that no one had ever cared for them before.
We both lacked the proper parents growing up, mine completely MIA rendering me in the foster care for my whole childhood life and Fez’s parents, well…
There’s a lot to unpack there.
I never thought that I’d meet someone, or two people, with a more fucked family dynamic than I had. Between his strip club owning father, someone who regularly cheated on his wife, and his mother, who left Fez at a young age, Fez was in for a trip. Ash was lucky that he didn’t have to interact with Fez’s dad at all, though he did share the loss and abandonment that Fez went through with his mother.
I’m not exactly sure they were blessed with their grandmother and the way she was either.
She was a dynamo, for fucking sure. I had seen her in action, she was a crazy, spitfire of a woman. She had the world in a vice grip, her perfectly manicured nails tightly wrapped around the throats of egotistical men, and she had everyone around her on their knees. She was a wonderful woman but she was not a good caregiver. She was flighty and argumentative, violent, she cursed way too much for Fez and Ash’s young ears. I hated that her fate ended in the way it did, with Fez tied to her bed, taking care of her for the rest of his or her life.
I guess they’re lucky to have me, right?
“Yo, you good?” Fez’s deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my eyes glancing at him briefly before returning my attention to the quiet alley outside the car. The street lights flicker above us, the quiet crickets making my spine crawl as I reach over to instinctively lock the passenger door. “You didn’t have to come, ya know? Coulda just stayed with Ash.” He mutters, rubbing a hand over the top of his head before resting his forehead against the cool glass beside him. He looks ansty, his knees bobbing up and down anxiously as he watches the street out in front of us.
“I wouldn’t be a good sidekick if I did that, huh?” I laugh, reaching over to turn the music up a bit, watching as he rolls his eyes playfully, his hand reaching out to slap my thigh. He laughs, his chest rumbling as he relaxes a bit into the seat behind him.
I’m sure a lot of you are thinking, ‘well you’ve been friends for all this time and you’ve never hooked up?’ Yeah, I get it, man and woman, we stay over at each other’s houses, we grew up together, we went through puberty together. But no, we haven’t hooked up, we haven’t kissed, we haven’t done anything outside of the realm of being friends. Not to say that he hasn't thought about it, knowing him and his wild imagination. But we’ve done good on our not having ‘complicated feelings’ towards each other, not that it was hard for me. He’s been hopelessly in love with the wonderful Lexi Howard, and me? Well, men were never in the picture to begin with, if you know what I mean.
“You wanna tell me why we’re here?” I ask, kicking my feet up on the dash as Fez narrows his eyes at me. He doesn’t move to kick my feet off of his car, just huffs and rubs a tired hand over his face. “Because I could be on a date with any one of my options from Tinder.” I smirk, watching his eyes roll, his throat clearing in annoyance as he explains.
“A friend’a mine needed help with something- his girl. Needs her bunk with us.” He vaguely explains, his eyes flickering over to mine as my lips part in shock. Was he seriously about to harbor a, possible, fugitive and not run it by me or Ash. Did he even run this by Ash to begin with? “I know I didn’t tell you nothing and I know I’m wrong for that- trust me, Ash is gonna be fucking pissed-” well that explains that, “and I’ll fuckin’ explain why I had to do this, but later.” He waves me off, defensive right off the bat as my brows lift, shocked at his tense tone. “Just fucking behave and play nice.” He nods out the window, my head turning to see a young girl running towards us, tears running down her cheeks with a bag clutched tightly to her chest. She opens the door with a loud cry, my eyes wide as I look at Fez, waiting for some kind of explanation to her dramatic tears.
“Custer said that you pushed someone off a balcony-”
“Custer!?” I yell, slamming my hands on the middle console as I glare at Fez. He curses under his breath as I seethe, knowing that he would never hear the end of this after the mention of that ‘man’. I hate Custer with my whole being, everyone who knows me and knows Custer knows this. I hate that he exists, I hate the way he speaks, the way he acts. The last thing I would ever think of when I think of Custer is him having a girlfriend- a hot one at that. I turn back to look at her, watching as she reaches up to wipe her cheeks, letting out soft sniffles as her eyes flicker over my furious expression. She looks kind and soft, her blue eyes teary and red, I presume from drugs and heavy emotions. She doesn’t look like she’d push someone off a balcony, let alone hurt a fly, her frilly outfit and blushed cheeks almost making her look innocent- like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I’m Faye.” She politely waves, Fez sighing aggressively as he slams on the gas, Faye and I both letting out a groan as the car flies forward down the alley. I turn back to look at the girl, her eyes watching Fez timidly as she speaks up. “I wouldn’t have pushed him but he was just so mean to me.” She sniffles, her hands shaking in her lap as I pout, looking to Fez for support but he just stares forward, already tired of his situation he got himself into. “I’m Y/n.” I whisper to her, low enough to not bother Fez but loud enough to hear over the music that pounds through the car. She smiles softly, her plump lips forming the most beautiful smile. It was hard to think of someone as beautiful as her in a relationship with someone as vile as Custer, not understanding the appeal. Maybe it was out of convenience, maybe it was some drug thing or business thing that she really didn’t have a choice in. It seemed more likely than her opting to be with that snake.
“Fez, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.” Faye looks at my friend, a laugh leaving my lips as I reach over to pat his shoulder, relaxing back into my seat as I look out the window, watching the street lights pass by, creating a haze in the dusty glass.
“Not my girlfriend, Faye.” He mutters, my shoulders shrugging teasingly.
“He wishes.” I snort, Faye’s quiet laugh making me smile as Fez glares at me, begging me to clarify so he doesn’t have to. “I don’t swing his way, sweetheart.” I laugh, reaching over to pluck the joint from behind Fez’s here, stealing his lighter too, hearing a quiet ‘oh’ from the backseat. My eyes flicker back to Faye through the rearview mirror, watching as she leans towards the back of my seat, tapping me on the shoulder.
“I’ve had like a really stressful night- wanna share?” She asks, referring to the weed as I chuckle, taking a hit before handing it back to her, her shaky fingers slipping it between her lips. I watch in awe as she seamlessly takes a hit, her eyes fluttering shut as my tongue sweeps out to wet my lips. She’s got a boyfriend, Y/n. “Thanks.” She mutters before leaning back against the seat, looking out the window as the smoke seeps from her and into the air. I take a cleansing breath, calming my hormones and thoughts as I sit back against the seat, my eyes wide as I stare at Fezco.
How did he expect me to be in the same vicinity as her? She was beyond my type and totally not within reach. She’s gorgeous, soft spoken, she’s obviously funny if Fez likes her enough to share his home with her, without running it by Ash or I. I practically lived at their house as it was so how was this going to work? Was she going to sleep on the couch? Was she going to share the guest room with me? Did Fez just assume that, because we’re girls, we could share a space together without it being weird? Was it weird? Or was that just me and my obviously dirty mind wandering to what would happen if we were to share a bed?
By the time we reach the house, stepping into the living room, Ash is on us.
“What the fuck do you think you doin’?” Ash steps up to his older brother, sizing him up as he shoots hateful glances at Faye. My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I reach forward, placing a hand on the boy's chest to push him back, silently reminding him to check himself. He grunts, his shoulders pulled back, almost in a territorial way as he avoids my mother-like, reprimanding glances.
“Don’t be a dog, Ash. We have a guest-” I start but he cuts me off, his eyes angry as he looks from me to Fez who just looks down to the ground, shutting the door silently behind him.
“Yeah a guest who’s a fucking junkie hooker who doesn’t know her place.” Ash snaps, my finger immediately pointing in his face, knowing that better be the last disrespectful thing to leave his mouth. I did not raise this fucker to talk to a woman like that. He steps back a bit as he shakes his head, rolling his eyes before storming out of the room. I force a breath out as I turn to Fez with my hands on my hips, confused, tired and angry at how this night is going.
“Can someone explain to me why he’s talking like that about someone he doesn’t even know?” I ask, tilting my head at Fez as he rubs the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he's hiding something from me. My eyes flicker over to Faye as she sighs sadly, her lips pulling down into a frown.
“The deal that went wrong a few months ago- Faye was the other girl with Rue in the car.” Fez grumbles, my lips parting in shock, immediately wondering why he never told me this and why it was such a big deal to hide it until now. “Custer knows some shit on Ash and I- things you don’t know and neither does she. I’d like it to fuckin’ stay that way, alright?” He nods sternly at me, my shoulders deflating in subtle betrayal as he sighs, realizing my disappointment. Stepping up to me quietly, he places his hands on my shoulders, his eyes sincere and shining with regret. “I’ll tell you eventually, ‘lright? For now I gotta make sure we good and safe. So fuckin’ behave and keep your head down.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I gotta go talk some fuckin’ sense into that kid on how to talk to a woman- show her around, please.” He mutters before slipping past me, Faye and I both watching as he exits the room, his footsteps heard from down the hall.
Turning back to Faye, she looks overall deflated, her eyes sad as she stares down emptily at her bag. Now that she’s upright, I can tell that my inference earlier about her and drugs was correct, little bruises lining her inner arms as she itches and picks at the skin.
“I can cover those for you.” I smile, motioning towards her arms as she snaps her hands to her sides, embarrassed that I caught her and pointed it out. I just shake my head, calming her worries with a simple look as I reach down, picking up her bag to sling it over my shoulder. “Follow me.”
She doesn’t seem to pay much attention as I give her the ‘grand tour’, probably aching to get into bed and fall fast asleep. She looks like she could drop at any second, her eyelids heavy and cheeks stained with dry tears. By the time we reach the guest bedroom, what’s designated as my room, she looks relieved.
“This is my room but you can stay in here if you want. I’m a more hospitable host than the two dickheads.” I wink, watching as her face relaxes into a smile, a bright laugh bubbling from her lips.
“I wouldn’t want to, like, kick you out or anything…” She trails off but I just step into the room, tossing her bag onto the bed as she laughs bashfully, understanding that I’m not giving her a choice.
“I’ll sleep on the couch or I’ll just hunker down on the floor in here or something. If you don’t mind. Fez wakes up super fucking early and has no remourse for how loud he is with the coffee maker.” I laugh, sitting down on the edge of the bed as I watch her slowly step around the room, taking everything in. Now that she's standing, I really get a good sense of her; her long legs, the bruises on her upper arms and knees, the dark bags around her eyes under the light. She looks almost skeleton-like, her lips in a permanent, resting frown when she’s not speaking. “So…” I trail off, gaining her attention as she sends me a soft look over her shoulder, my breath catching in my throat at the pretty sight. “Custer, huh?” I laugh, watching as she rolls her eyes playfully, leaning up against the wall with a teasing smile.
“Shut up.” She whispers, her blue eyes glistening with mischief as her eyes flicker to look at the ground with a shake of her head. “Too sober to talk about that since Fez made it clear I wasn’t allowed to have any of my fucking drugs.” She huffs, my head nodding slowly as I think back to the raid that occured in this very home not even six months ago. He had a point to be careful but if she was like any of his other customers, he knew better than to just cut her off. That it could be dangerous. I’ll chew his ear off later.
“Gotcha…” I whisper, my hands clasped in my lap as I clear my throat, wanting to keep the conversation going, wanting to learn anything about her that she would offer. Enticing wasn’t the word I’d use to describe her, maybe hypnotizing. “I’m sorry that Fez was kinda rude. Same with Ash.” I laugh nervously, watching as she shakes her head with a laugh.
“Could be worse.” She shrugs, my eyebrows raising as I silently urge her on, a smirk on her lips as she contemplates her next words. “Could be in a relationship with Custer… oh wait.” She jokes in a quiet voice, almost timid at her own joke, a shocked laugh leaving my lips as her eyes crinkle beautifully, my head bobbing in a proud nod.
“Wow, good burn.” I giggle, watching her, mesmerized, as she moves fluidly to sit next to me on the bed, her shoulders still bobbing with laughter.
“I know, I’m that good.” She brushes off, rolling her eyes as we relax into comfortable silence. The smile doesn’t leave my lips as she sighs slowly, my head tilting to look at her as she meets my gaze. She smiles sheepishly as my lips part but no words come out. “I’m really tired-”
“Shit, yeah, you should go to sleep.” I rise from the bed awkwardly as I clap my hands in front of me, motioning towards the door. She giggles nervously as I brush a piece of my hair behind my ear- like an idiot- watching as her legs curl up underneath her on the bed. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” Ignoring her agreement to me sleeping on the floor, my embarrassment consumes me, urging me to put a good amount of distance between us before I do something idiodic. She sends me another nod and a soft wave as I step out into the hallway, my hand shaking against the doorknob as I pull it closed.
The image of her smile burns into my brain as I close my eyes with a foolish grin, beating myself up as I watch Fez leave Ash’s bedroom from down the hall. He looks at me with a confused look, his eyes squinting at me as I point behind me and to the guest bedroom.
“I offered her my bed. Like an idiot.” Fez laughs out loud as he walks towards me, patting my shoulder silently in quiet understanding. I run a hand through my hair as I watch him enter his bedroom, not before sending me a knowing wink over his shoulder. Asshole. “Fuck…” Leaning against the wall, I take a deep breath, my eyes locked on the door that separates me from, apparently, the woman of my dreams. Holy shit, this is possibly the most stereotypical thing that’s ever happened to me.
Is there ever a Batman comic where Robin gets a love interest?
If not, then I think I’m living it.
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I don’t know if you take requests but you’re one of my favourite writers here! Could you please do Faye x fem!reader(more masc if you don’t mind) where reader comes by Fezco’s house and reader is starstruck with Faye (she can beat Crysty Custer up or sth) and they get to know eachother kinda like Fez and Lexi and she frequently comes by Fezco’s place to „meet him” but she just wants to see Faye
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fandom: euphoria
parings: faye x f reader
warnings: swearing, mention of drugs
You had been friends with Fezco for as long as you could remember, the two of you would have movie marathons and smoke weed together at least once a week, it was a platonic relationship, nothing else, and honestly you had no interest in dating, until you saw her.
You had came to Fezco’s one Saturday night to do the usual stuff the pair of you did, you were greeted at the door by Ashtray who walked with you into the living room, where Fezco was, talking to a blonde girl.
“Hey Fez,” you smiled, he looked over the girls shoulder, waving at you when she turned around.
“Yo, Y/N,” Fezco said. “Meet Faye, Faye Y/N. Faye’s staying with us for a while,” Fezco said.
You were starstruck by her, staring at her in awe as she smiled at you.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” you replied, clearing your throat. You watched her as she walked past you and into the hallway, disappearing into a room. “That’s your girl?” You asked, trying to be happy for him.
“Nah,” he laughed, collapsing onto the couch. “She’s just chilling here until the cops stop looking for her.”
“Looking for her?” You knitted your eyebrows together.
“Yeah, long story. What you wanna watch?” He asked and you shrugged.
Eventually you agreed on a movie and even though you were staring at the lit up screen, your mind was elsewhere. From that day forward you started showing up at Fez’s house a lot more than once a week.
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“You’re here again?” Ash asked, face screwed up once he saw you talking to Faye in the kitchen. “I’m gunna have to start charging you rent,” Ash said.
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes turning back to Faye. “So, are you single?” You asked, hope in your eyes.
“I have a boyfriend but like he doesn’t come around often,” Faye said, no emotion whatsoever in her tone. “Do you?”
“No,” you replied. Faye hummed, nodding at you.
Ever since that interact with Faye, the pair of you have only gotten closer. You spoke with her every time you came to Fez’s house and even got her number so you could text of a night.
Fezco would watch Faye walk around his house, eyes glued to her phone a grin on her face, her fingers typing furiously for hours and hours and he’d watch you light up when you saw Faye. Everything just started to click for him.
“You only come around so much to see Faye, don’t you?” Fezco said one night, a smile on his face.
Your eyes widened, looking over at him. “No! What are you talking about? I come here to see you,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
Fezco laughed, “liar.”
“Shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.
“It’s cool, but you know she’s got a boyfriend, right?” Fezco said and you nodded. “He’s a dick though, bet you could take him.”
“Am I really wrecking a home if it isn’t happy?” You asked, looking over at Fez, the two of you burst out laughing.
A few hours later and Fezco had fallen asleep on the couch. You stood up, heading over to Fezco’s room where Faye was sitting.
“Hey,” you said, closing the door behind you and taking a seat next to her. She smiled up at you. “What’re you doing?” You asked.
She shrugged, dropping her phone onto the bed. “Just got off the phone with Custer… I broke up with him,” she sighed.
“What? Why?” You asked, eyebrows knitted together, but also feeling relief.
“Because there’s someone else i’m interested in,” she looked over at you with a smile.
“Oh, who? Fez?” You asked, feeling hopeful, wishing it was you.
“No silly, you,” she said, hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss.
She'd be gentle and talkative, her voice slow and quiet as you'd listen. Her voice, surprisingly, was like a lullaby to you, helping you fall fast asleep after any crazy adventures in bed.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She loved loved loved loved your hair. She loved tangling her fingers in it when you were between her thighs, playing with it while you two were falling asleep, and giving you a gentle tug whenever she wanted your attention.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Like most of the people I write for, I don't think she'd like to get messy. She was tired of men and their bad aim so she would keep it tidy and clean, just for the sake of aftercare and clean up. She loved to taste you though and cover her fingers in you, licking them clean after.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She hated when people looked at you. She was used to Custer offering her up for deals and stuff, not liking it that she had no control over who looked at her and touched her. She wanted to protect you in a sense from those around you, their prying eyes and hungry gazes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She had a lot of experience with men. It helped her in life to get her places where she needed to, to get men to buy her food, to manipulate them. With you though, with women, it was different. You were one of a handful of girls that she had been with but it was safe to say that she liked women more than men.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
She liked to be on top of you, sliding down onto your lap. It was the easiest way to kiss you, to fist your hair in her hands, to have more control. You just liked her weight on you, your arms around her, comforting her.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She liked to be goofy. She would take every try in the book to make you laugh because she thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Fairly groomed. She keeps everything nice and tidy and trimmed. She never used to care when it came to Custer though he would frequently bully her about it. With you, though you didn't mind, she would do whatever you preferred.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
She liked to be intimate and close after sex. During sex, it was fun and goofy and giggling. The more serious stuff, the slow kissing and gentle touches would definitely come after any earth shattering orgasms.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She really used to do it a lot, even just trying to get her body to work normally. You had explained to her slowly the effects of drugs on the body which led to her extreme frustration. It helped when you took over that department, touching her in ways that she didn't even know how to. It definitely took the pressure off of her.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She definitely liked to be dominant when she could be. She liked when you listened to her and did what she said. It gave her this comforting sense of control that she had never experienced before with a lover.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
She loved the shower. She loved to press you against the wall with her fingers between your thighs. It was easy and there was no clean up and it was her favorite place to take care of you after. She would just wash your hair and then put lotion on your clean, smooth body.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Typically her greatest attraction would be when you would gently touch her. Whether it be a soft kiss, your arms brushing against each other, your fingers pushing some hair from her shoulders or cheeks.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No hurting beyond playful ass slapping. She didn't want to have 'roles' necessarily, just wanting to roll with the punches. Custer was way too sexually aggressive with her so she wanted things to be a bit simpler in this relationship.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She loved going down on you. She loved to taste you, to feel you clench around her fingers. She liked the view, your head thrown back and lips parted. She loved that she would drag her hands over your thighs or reach up to knead your sensitive breasts.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It would honestly depend. You would really control most of the pace, her just wanting you to be comfortable and to feel safe. She liked to be slow and gentle with you after the first orgasm, taking care of you and dragging another one out of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She liked to have quickies for sure. She liked to go with you to parties and to go off into another room and slip between your thighs. She loved to take you off guard, even if it was in a public place. She just liked to see you squirm and hide your arousal.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
She'd do anything you'd want her to do.
End of discussion.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
She could last a while. Not exactly for multiple rounds but just because her brain was a bit fried from all the drugs. It would take her a minute to get going knowing that you needed thirty seconds tops with how talented she was with her fingers.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
You would both use them, no doubt. You liked the added effect it had in your sexual life whether it was a strap or a vibrator. She just liked driving you crazy with the vibrator, your legs trying to close around the plastic.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She'd FOR SURE love to see you squirm and whine but she liked when you teased her more. She liked the naughty look you'd get in your eyes, her knowing exactly what you wanted just from the slightest of touches.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She's a squealer for sure. Like Maddy, she really didn't know what she actually sounded like in bed since she typically faked it for the people she was with. You would definitely draw out the naughtiest things from her lips though, shocking the both of you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I think that she'd be excited to be with a woman but overall nervous. She was used to Custer who is not the epitome of sex and love. To her, you were.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
She likes lacy things for sure. She likes when her bras (if she wears one that day) pokes out from the top of her tank top. She knew it drove you crazy so she'd do her best. She'd wear mostly thongs just out of pure comfort and practicality too. She really didn't think too much about showing off. She didn't have to anymore.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think that with all the drugs she's done, she'd have a bit of an issue in that area. But her attraction and love for you definitely outweighed any chemical imbalance so even if you were needy, she would help you out with not a second to spare.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
She would probably still be wide awake, wanting to talk and share things. She really never would've been able to do that before in general let alone after sex.
Summary: The reader stews a bit after Faye's confession that she didn't want to be with Custer anymore, thinking about what made the light go off in the pretty girls head. Wondering for days, the readers prayers are answered when Custer returns, Faye confessing a hefty secret to her new friends.
Song: "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of drugs and murder.
A/n: Hi guys! I hope you liked this series, I'm happy that I got to share it with you all. It's perfect timing too since I have two big tests next week, needing time to study a bit more.
I’ve never been the person to hang onto things.
I liked to deal with things and let them go and not let them continue to eat away at me, not being able to handle it if something did. I liked that I was typically strong enough to deal with things on my own, not needing outside help, occasionally needing to rant to either Fez or Ashtray. Typically I would feel better. But for some reason, I couldn’t let this go.
I thought I would be able to let it go after Faye told me that she didn’t want to be with Custer anymore, that he was a terrible boyfriend who kept her practically drugged up twenty-four seven But the idea of her breaking it off with him, continuing to stay with us, even after the drama is over, and, giving it time before getting physically and emotionally closer to me made me excited beyond belief. The thoughts overwhelmed my thoughts and my dreams at night, picturing her laying beside me as she did the other night, kissing her, showing her off, making her feel the love and passion that she’s never felt before; it was becoming my reason to wake up in the morning.
But I didn’t want to rush her or put any pressure on her, even though I wanted her like yesterday.
I was also worried that she didn’t mean it, that she was going to stay with Custer because he’s all she’s known when it comes to relationships. Some people do develop trauma bonds with people and I’d be dumb to say that her and Custer hadn’t been through shit together, they obviously have. She said that though she’s been with a lot of people, she’s never actually dated anyone else other than Custer and they’ve been together for years. Maybe she didn’t know any better, maybe she didn’t know what love and relationships were actually supposed to be like and I feel like I’m fighting the urge every day to offer to show her. Though I’m not sure what changed her mind or if it was only a minor lapse in judgment, I was still hanging onto hope.
“You good?” Ash asks, shutting the door as we make our way towards the stairs. I’m thankful that we managed to get out a bit, running some errands for Fez, dropping some materials off at a few of his customer’s homes. I needed to give myself some space from the beautiful blonde, needing to tear my eyes off of her for a few hours so I could finally think straight.
Sadly, she’s still all I’m able to think about.
Ash has been staring at me for the time we’ve been out and about, probably wondering at this point if I was going to explode based on how high strung I seem. I wouldn’t put it past me if I did at this point, my anxiety weighing heavily on my shoulders like it never has before. “You look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” I laugh, shaking my head as my hair falls in my face, Ash’s hand patting my back as I turn to look at my younger brother. We stand in silence for a few moments, Ash watching me as I look for the right words to say. He looks concerned and I don’t blame him, I’m rarely ever like this, I never worry and if I did in the past, I almost always went to Ash or Fez. But this time was different.
“It’s about Faye.” I mutter, stopping to lean against the railing as he mirrors me, standing in front of me. His eyebrows tick up at the mention of the blonde girl, knowing that we’re friends and that we’ve been getting closer but unaware that we had any issues. “I know she’s with Custer but- fuck- Ash, I messed up.” My fingers weave through my hair as I lean over, my head swimming with intrusive thoughts regarding my feelings for her, feelings that only seemed to grow the more time I spent with her.
“You like her?” He asks quietly, turning to peek in the window of his home before turning back to me with questioning eyes. I know that he won’t judge me, I’m sure he can understand why I have feelings for her in the first place, she’s wonderful and even Ash has gotten close to her in the time that she's lived with him.
“It’s more than that.” I mutter, shaking my head bashfully as a stupid grin takes over my face. His tight lipped smile relaxes a bit into a soft smile, obviously surprised at my vague confession of feelings. It’s more shocking to Ash that I’m the one to have feelings for someone compared to Fez. Fez wears his heart on his sleeve and he’s practically see through when it comes to his feelings for Lexi Howard. But me? I didn’t have feelings for people, and if I did, I sure as hell didn’t tell anyone, hoping it would go away on its own.
That plan failed.
“I think I’m in love with her, man.” I confess, Ash letting out a forced breath as he looks for the right words to say. I stare at him anxiously, biting the inside of my cheek as his gaze flickers up to me. His dark eyes look back and forth from mine as he reaches forward, patting my arm simply before turning silently away from me. My brows pull together, frustrated at his silence but I follow him nonetheless, stepping into the apartment with an annoyed huff. I know that I shouldn’t depend on the almost fifteen year old for advice, but I trust him and I wanted to have someone on my side who understands it. Maybe I was just aimlessly searching for something that didn’t exist.
“Fuck this.” Ash mutters in the doorway, looking into the living room with tight shoulders. Peeking past him, I spot Fez and Faye on the couch, the girl turning back to me with dark, scared eyes as my stomach drops. She motions to the other side of the room, my gaze flicking over to the chair against the wall, Custer's presence making my body shake in anger. “Why the fuck you here, man?” Ash asks, stepping into the living room as Custer smiles smugly, Faye’s eyes locked on me as I enter the room timidly, looking between Fez and Custer, both of their shoulders squared and tense. There’s a tension in the room that couldn’t be cut or broken, nervous glances and anxious breaths being taken in as I try to get a feel for what’s happening.
“Just popped in for a business. You guys really aren’t hospitable around here, huh?” He mocks, turning to look at me with a wicked grin, his hands soothing out over his thighs as I stand behind Faye, my hand reaching out to rest on her shoulder. Custer’s smile falters a bit at the small touch, his gaze flickering over to Fez as I look to Ash. He flashes wide eyes at me, his jaw gritting as his hands move down to his pocket, resting on the outline of a pocket knife that’s stored safely in his pocket.
Something’s happening that’s greater than me, something that I’m not familiar with. There’s a lump in my throat and every hair on my body seems to be upright as a nervous shiver runs down my spine. Faye sucks in a breath as she tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes nervous and shining with anxious tears as she shakes her head smally, almost missed by my eyes. My brows pull together, briefly glancing over at Custer whose eyes are locked on the phone that rests on the table in front of us all. Realization suddenly takes over, remembering back to Ash’s confession about Mouse and his involvement in his death. My skin flushes as Custer stares straight ahead at Fez, my body slowly moving to sit down next to Faye, her hands shaking in her lap as she stares at the floor.
“You must think I’m a dumb fuck, hmm?” I hum, tilting my head at Custer as he stutters a bit, adjusting himself in his seat as he clears his throat.
“Not sure what you’re talking about-” He starts but my bitter laugh cuts him off, his face all of a sudden showing all the hidden nerves that bubble under the surface. I turn to Faye with a softened glance, nodding my head simply.
“Faye, can you go grab me a glass of water?” I ask, Fez and Ash both turning to look at each other as the men in the room grow increasingly confused. Faye just does what I say, lifting hesitantly as she makes her way into the kitchen. Folding my hands in my lap, I turn to look at Custer who’s completely unsettled, his anxiety ripping him apart as I stare at him cooly. By the time Faye returns and hands me the glance of water, Fez has already picked up on the situation at hand and now has a simple, proud smirk on his lips but Ash, Faye and Custer are still as confused as ever. Placing the cup of water down on the table, my eyes don’t leave Custer as I take his phone in my hands before dropping it down into the water without hesitation.
“Yo! What the fuck?!” Custer yells, lunging for the glass but I just tut, Ash immediately shoving Custer back down onto the chair as the knife finally makes an appearance, pressing against Custer’s throat. “Why the fuck did you do that, you fucking cunt!?” He thrashes against Ash’s hold, Faye standing up beside me as she turns to Fez, her gaze nervous as her lips part.
“Custer told the police it was you who killed Mouse and he’s been working with them all this time- I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know what to do.” She gasps, turning to me with teary eyes, her soft cheeks red, tears streaming down her face. I reach forward, taking her hand as she lets out a whimper. “Not only is he a nark, but he’s fucking single.” She spits, a grin taking over my lips as I squeeze her hand, turning to look at Custer as he stutters out some words, his eyes wide and nervous. Ash lowers a bit, getting in Custer’s face as the man gulps.
“Here’s what you’re gonna do,” Ash whispers, Fez approaching the boy, placing a simple hand on his back, reminding him to not go too far, “you’re gonna tell the fucking cops say that it was you and Laurie who killed Mouse, that you did her dirty work but blamed us because you’re fucked in the head and a terrible fucking friend. You’re gonna walk your ass to the police station and give yourself up.” Ash orders, my arm wrapping around Faye as she trembles, a proud smile on my lips at Faye’s confession and Ash’s low threats. “If you don’t, I’m gonna gut you like a fucking fish.” Ash pushes Custer back onto the seat as he backs up, Fez patting Ash’s back with a shocked expression. Custer looks at me lastly, his head shaking in disbelief. He stands without another word, going to walk past us but Faye catches his upper arm, stepping towards him as she glares up at him.
“Another thing…” She trails off, her words dripping with venom as she glances over at me, Custer watching her every move. “I like women.” She whispers tauntingly, my lip sliding out to wet my lips as I hide my evident smirk. She lets go of him as my jaw slacks, Ash and Fez giggling in the corner of the room at her confession, watching as Custer stomps out of the apartment.
It takes a good ten minutes, Ash and Fez leaving shortly after Custer to make sure that he did indeed go and turn himself and Laurie in, leaving Faye and I alone. Her crying stopped after Custer left, relief and comfort washing over her as I rub her tense shoulders, still hung up on her confession as she turns to look at me. Her blue eyes are glossy as I smile at her, trying to silently urge her to talk to me.
Sometimes I have to make the first move I guess.
“So,” I pause, catching her attention as she leans back into the couch, her head tilting to look at me, her gaze flickering over my face, “you like women?” I giggle breathlessly, her hands reaching up to cover her face bashfully as she tucks her knees up to her chest, her gorgeous frame radiating nerves.
“Yeah, I think I do…” She trails off, peeking through the slits in her fingers as I scoot a bit closer to her, a new tension filling the room- a more welcomed tension- as her breathing catches a bit in her throat at my proximity.
“How much?” I quiz, reaching up to brush some hair from her face as her cheeks flush, my heart skipping a beat as she leans towards me, both of our eyes fluttering shut as our lips meet.
Summary: After a few weeks of ease, Custer shows up suspiciously, Custer and her sharing a few hushed words that raise some flags. Ash finally explains Custer's random appearance and the insertion of his girlfriend into their home life. What comes out in that conversation is eye opening to the reader,
Song: "Toxic" by Britney Spears
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Mentions of sex, sexual thoughts, swearing, mentions of drugs, mention of murder and violence.
A/n: Hiiii guys! Here's part two, I'm really hoping you guys enjoyed part 1, I was really proud of it.
Ash eventually forgave Fez for coming home with Faye.
It took a few weeks, Ash’s pouting finally easing up at the mention of sharing a blunt with the pretty blonde, the drug being a sort of olive branch, if you will. He continued to ignore Fez and give him angry, intimidating glances from across the room every once in a while, but Fez told me that he understood. Ash hated when Fez didn’t bring him in on things, when he didn’t open up and involve him in household decisions. Fez rarely did this so of course it was upsetting for Ash, he had always been the one that Fez would go to (after me) to get an opinion because he made it clear that he valued his little brother’s ideas.
It was perfectly okay for Ash to question if Fez still trusted and valued him as a business partner.
What wasn’t sitting well with me were the secrets that Fez was harboring, telling me repeatedly that he would ‘tell me when he’s ready’. Fez has always been a shit liar, especially when it comes to me. He could never correctly lie to me or keep a secret without telling on himself and he had been this way since we were kids. He wanted me to be in the know and he wanted it to be simple.
Something about this situation, Custer and Faye, was hinky, something was wrong. I can tell from his anxious breaths, the way his phone constantly buzzes and pings throughout the day and the weird looks that Faye and him share that give insight into the fact that something deeper is going on compared to the normal, shallow bullshit.
I’d figure it out eventually.
“So, do you, like, babysit them? Like what’s the fucking dynamic here cuz I’m really confused?” Faye laughs, pointing to the boys who sit at the table, money being counted between them. I nod my head slowly with a proud smile, my fingers holding the blunt out to Faye as she takes it happily. She’d been off of heavy drugs for the last few weeks, her memory and simple conversations improving by a lot. She had opened up a bit more, growing more confident with me especially but also the two boys. She seems overall more happy and clear headed and it’s safe to say that she’s been enjoying her stay here.
Since she moved in, I have spent a total of three nights at my own apartment, not wanting to not be around her. I had this compulsion to spend time with her, to smoke with her, learn everything I could about her. She’s answered all of my questions so far, asking her own in return. We were steadily becoming friends without an issue but one thing we had yet to talk about was the thing I was most interested in.
Custer.
“Yeah, I’ve got a tight leash on the two of them. Especially Ash.” I chuckle, looking over at my shoulder at the boy who sends daggers at me through his gaze. I just send him a wink, my eyes fluttering back to Faye as she sighs, running a hand through her hair. Her blue eyes twinkle as she looks out the window, my cheeks warming just at the simple sight of her. She’s gorgeous, beyond belief, strong to survive addiction and kinder than most people give her credit for. She’s explained that a lot of people believed her to be some ‘stupid bimbo’ but I quickly learned that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s silent, smart, and strong; just like Fez and how he appears to everyone else are us and how he has since we were little.
“Ayo, are you talkin’ shit over there?” Ash asks, turning in his chair with a sassy look. Faye looks at me with wide eyes, her lip tucking between her teeth as she hides her laugh. I snort, watching as Ash cracks a smile, his tough exterior breaking for a moment as Faye holds in her giggles. It was almost like we were normal, like we weren't dealing and selling drugs, like our lives weren’t a series of violent acts and distrust.
A knock on the door snaps us out of our giggles, Fez’s head immediately turning to look at the door, none of us moving. “Ayo it’s Custer!” The man yells, a loud, audible groan leaving my lips as I fall back onto the couch dramatically. Faye chuckles at my drama, reaching over to pat my leg simply as she stands. My eyes watch her, trailing over her body as she moves towards the door, her stride slowly considerably, hesitantly stopping in front of the door as Custer continues to knock. Ash turns to me, his once smiley expression disregarded, now being taken over by a firm frown, knowing that he’s in for an earful from Custer and a whole lot of frustration.
The door opens, revealing the scrawny man, his arms immediately wrapping around Faye, my frown deepening as my glance meets Fez’s. A wave of confusion crashes over his face at my annoyed look, the sound of Custer whispering quiet nothings to Faye making me cringe. His look is knowing, telling me that he has an idea as to why I’m so pissed, a small laugh rumbling in his chest. He shakes his head at me, warning me silently to not fall too deep for her, knowing that it would only complicate things further.
Why is it that all of the people that I've had feelings for are untouchable?
Custer steps further into the home, his eyes locking with mine as he tilts his head teasingly at me. A scowl returns to my lips, quickly spinning around in my seat to wallow in silence. I hear him share a few words with Fez and Ash, Faye returning to my side, sitting down a bit closer to me than she originally was seated, my cheeks warming at the proximity.
My eyes flicker over to her, lingering a bit on her bare thighs, a small laugh leaving her lips as she catches me. Her eyes flicker back to Custer as she crosses her legs, her hands soothing over her soft, pale skin. My mouth practically waters at the sight, the fact that she’s obviously doing it on purpose- in front of her asshole boyfriend- making my mind spin with naughty thoughts.
“Y/n.” Custer acknowledges me simply, sitting down in the chair to my right as I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back the copious amounts of insults I want to throw at the man. My eyes lift to his, his gaze unreadable as he motions between Faye and I. “You guys getting along?” He asks, Faye snorting behind me as I lean towards him, my elbows resting on my knees as I smile smugly.
“Yeah, you could say that.” I whisper back in reply, my eyes slitted as his eyebrows tick up a bit, curious and confused as I continue to stare him down. He can tell I’m sizing him up, apparently Ash realizing this too as he joins us in the living room, sitting down directly across the room from Custer, his hands folded in his lap. “Why are you here?” I ask, leaning back against the couch cushion as Faye tucks her knees up to her chest, her whole body turned to me as she rests her head against the pillow beside me. If she was any closer, her head would be resting safely on my shoulder.
“Just came to visit my lovely girlfriend. Should there be another reason?” He shrugs, a sly smirk on his lips that makes me fight the urge to grab him by the front of the shirt, take him outside and curb stomp his ugly ass. Fez steps up behind me, leaning against the couch as tensions rise, ready to verbally hold me back from making matters worse.
“Oh, you mean the girlfriend you couldn’t take care of so you sent her here?” I ask, Faye laughing quietly beside me as Custer’s gaze turns deadly, my brows raising tauntingly, asking- begging- for him to say something, to start something so I could finish it.
It wasn’t like I’ve been waiting for months -years- to set him straight.
Oh wait. I have.
“You got some savior complex now, huh, kid?” He asks me, Fez taking a sharp breath in at Custer’s words, my jaw gritting as my heart thumps angrily against my ribs. “You’re just taking in strays? Fixing them up and shit.” He laughs bitterly, shaking his head as sighs mockingly. “Riddle me this, if you're such a good friend then why do you think that Fez is in this situation that he's in in the first place, same with munchkin over here-” He cuts himself off with a laugh as he motions to Ash, my eyes catching Faye as her face falls. “I’m just saying. What’s got you thinking that you can fix my girl over here?” The anger builds up in my system just enough, the pettiness that I’ve harbored for weeks, months and years against this kid all comes down to my next words which are chosen very carefully.
“I don’t know man, she’s sleeping in my bed, isn’t she?”
A few beats go by, silence consuming us as Faye watches me carefully, our eyes meeting in a tense moment. Ash looks proud, his eyes drawn down to the strings on his sweatpants that he fiddles with, Fez now making his way around the couch and into the living room completely to finally become some sort of mediator. Custer’s lips are parted in shock, knowing damn well what I meant by that and the weight behind my words has him speechless. His eyes move from mine to Faye’s, betrayal and curiosity behind the murky hues.
“Maybe you should go, man.” Fez chimes in, taking us all off guard, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall. Custer sighs loudly and the noise makes me want to snap his neck, his whole presence irking me at this point. We all watch Custer as he scoffs, rolling his eyes tiredly before turning to look at Faye as he nods briefly and slowly, as if he was contemplating something. There’s still something unreadable about him and how he’s acting, too compliant and too cool, too calm.
“I’ll go,” he pauses, relief filling me as our eyes meet in a heated standoff, “ but after I talk to my girl.” He replies sternly, my stomach twisting painfully as Faye sighs, standing up to motion to Custer. I gawk up at her agreement, sad that she would ever agree to speak to him after how he’s acted towards her in the past. It makes me sick to think about them in the same room together, without me there to slap him silly and stand up for her if she needed it. I’m well aware that she can take care of herself, being smarter than anyone gives her credit for. “Thank you.” Custer pouts like a child, taking her hand as he shoots daggers at me, my whole body turning to watch them leave the room. My fingers immediately move to fist my hair, annoyance radiating from me as Ash moves to sit down next to me on the couch, his hand rubbing up and down my back. Both of my boys can tell that Custer’s presence was beyond difficult for me to process, now adding Faye’s undeniable, unwavering trust in him killing me. Fez sighs as he does the same, taking Custer’s seat beside me.
“We gotta tell her.” Ash mutters suddenly, my head flying up to look between the boys. My lips part wordlessly as Fez nods, reaching up to rub his hands over his head as Ash sighs. They had been keeping something from me and I was right, I’m always right. I had been telling Faye that there was something more to her staying with us, that it went beyond just simple business and that there was something more cynical behind the whole move. She believed me for sure but struggled to see that Custer could be behind it. I think in her head, he was just some lowlife who really couldn’t do much, even if he put his mind to it. But I don’t think she gives him enough credit for all the fucked up shit he’s done, but then again, maybe she didn’t know.
Maybe she was completely ignorant to the fights, the drug deals, the harassment he’s thrown at women, and the disgusting words that have left his mouth in regards to Fez, Ash and I.
I watch as Ash rolls his shoulders as he looks for the right words, the gears visibly turning behind his eyes as a guilty expression covers his face. “I’m gonna say this all really quick, you’re gonna process it and we’re not gonna fucking talk about it again, ‘lright?” He asks, my brows pulling together in confusion at his stern order but I nod nonetheless, needing to know what they had truly been hiding from me this whole time. “I killed Mouse, Fez covered for me but Custer was there, it’s how he broke his nose. I broke it- with a hammer.” He huffs, shoving his face into his hands as he groans, my heart swelling with pride at the knowledge that he was the one who hurt Custer, but the confusion still outweighs any other emotion. “Custer backed us into a corner with Faye cuz she pushed some motel manager over a fucking railing and accidently fucking killed the guy and Custer said if we didn’t help her that he would bring his ‘proof’ to the police and get me and Fez arrested.” He concludes, my eyes looking to Fez for clarification but he nods, confirming any of my suspicions. “Now we're done talking about it. But it was time you fucking knew so stop tryna fuck his girlfriend and stop tryna get a rise outta him-”
“Hey-”
“No.” Ash points at me, my lip jutting out in a pout as he pats my back. The door opens down the hall, Faye appearing moments later, her face as pale as a ghost. Custer follows closely behind her, not giving us another glance as he makes his way out of the living room, the front door opening and slamming with aggression that makes me jump. Faye stands in the middle of the room as she sighs, my brows pulling together out of concern. Fez clears his throat after a few moments, my eyes flicking to him with concern as he speaks up.
“Anyone wanna smoke?”
Pulling the covers over my shoulders, I roll over for the hundredth time. I’ve been listening to Faye tap on her phone, the buzz from the marijuana wearing off of everyone, now being the time for us to rest our eyes and go to sleep.
But I couldn't sleep.
It had bothered me that she never spoke about what she and Custer talked about when they were alone, the contents obviously freaking her out and scaring her enough that she was sworn to silence the rest of the night. She could barely look at me, her eyes low and focused on the floor while we were smoking, occasionally laughing at one of Fez’s attempts to make her crack.
My eyes flutter shut at the thought of her harboring something that made her upset, just wanting her to talk about it, to tell me. I stare at the wall as I hear the sheets on the bed crinkle and fold as she moves, wanting nothing but to be in bed next to her, wanting to hold her and tell her that Custer's fucked up for how he's treated her all this time and how it's fucked beyond belief. Maybe hearing that out loud would send her running for the hills and straight into my arms.
Selfish, I know.
“Hey.” Turning around, I spot Faye standing over me, watching as she lowers herself to the ground beside me silently, pulling her blankets with her. She lays down next to me, taking the time to relax into the new surface before turning to me. I roll onto my side, mirroring her as I gulp, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. She watches the movement wordlessly, her eyes curious and wide in the low light. She looks sad though, her eyes twinkling a bit with unshed tears as she sniffles, a bashful smile appearing on her lips.
She seems nervous, her fingers reaching out to gently play with mine, toying with the rings around my shaky digits. She just swallows nervously, thoughts running rampant behind her pretty eyes as she looks for something to say. Not that she needed to fill the empty space between us with words, but I can tell that she’s finally considering telling me what was wrong and what truly happened.
“I don’t think I wanna be with Custer anymore…”
I’m sorry-
What?
“He’s a really bad person, Y/n…” She trails off, reaching up to wipe her tears before slipping her hand back into mine as I watch her intently, completely shocked and at a loss for words. I try to push down my excitement as she sighs, her eyes finding mine once more. “You don’t like him, I can tell. He doesn’t like you too much either but…” I laugh, my grin proud. Thank fucking god, I'd be concerned if he wanted to be my best fucking buddy. “He’s the one who got me so hooked on drugs, I fucking couldn’t leave him cuz I was so doped up. I didn’t even know it was fucking New Years this year cuz I was so high and thought it was still fucking Halloween.” She whimpers through a teary laugh, trying to brush it off but I shake my head, instinctively reaching up to cup her cheek, catching her attention. "Fucking traumatizing." She cries, my heart breaking in my chest as I nod, realizing there's so much to their story than just him being an ass.
“It’s not your fault.” I whisper, my eyes flickering back and forth between hers as she smiles sadly and wholeheartedly.
Okay tbh I'm so glad someone asked for Faye and for Jules cause I've been dying to see some works about them, they're adorable :)
To keep the ball rolling, I have another request I'd like to ask for a Faye x fem!reader, fluff fic
(just for the sake of this being easier and more lighthearted, you can put it in an AU where the SWAT raid never happened)
Faye has been clean for a while, reader is friends with her and decides to take her on a little mall shopping spree to celebrate :)
Maybe reader can have some undisclosed feelings for Faye and wishes to be more than friends, but is scared of how she'd react and how a relationship would work out
Perhaps it can end in a kiss with Faye and reader and a promise of something more
You can take this idea and write it out whoever you'd like, I'm sure whatever it is it'll turn out amazing :)
Okay that's all, I'm sorry this is so long haha, thank you <3
ICE CREAM
fandom: euphoria
parings: faye x f reader
warnings: swearing
Faye had been clean for two months and so to celebrate you decided to take her shopping. You stopped at all of her favourite places, gassing her up every time she tried something on.
You had liked Faye for a while now and you were planning on confessing your feelings for her today. Faye was hard to read so you honestly had no idea if she felt the same way.
You had been shopping for hours and finally stopped to get ice cream. You were seated in one of the booths, both of you eating away at your favourite flavour, making small talk and laughing with each other.
You and Faye just clicked, even from the moment you met. She was easy to talk to and fun to be around, which is two of the reasons you liked her so much. You could go on and on to whoever would listen about everything about her that initially made you gain feelings for her.
“Faye, I have to tell you something,” you said once you had both finished your ice creams.
“What’s up?” Faye replied, smiling at you.
“I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I can’t keep this a secret any longer,” you began, fidgeting with your fingers. “I’ve felt this way for a while now… truth is, I have feelings for you.”
You watched Faye as she processed your words, feeling a little silly as her face stayed the same, unreadable, like always. But then she broke into a grin, her cheeks flushing red and you felt much better.
“Really?” She asked. You nodded, grabbing her hands. “Y/N, i’ve had feelings for you since we fucking met! I’m so happy you feel the same,” Faye said.
You smiled at her answer, standing up and sliding into the booth next to her, staring into her eyes. “That makes me so happy,” you said, moving closer to her.
Faye wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. “Let’s take things slow, see how everything plays out between us,” Faye suggested.
You nodded, kiss her again. “I’d like that,” you smiled.
FUCK YESSS
I love writing things for my girl that isn't angst or smut. I love fluffy Faye. I love her.
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
She liked to drive around, to find a place to sneak away to. You and her never had much alone time, Fez and Ash always wanting to butt into your relationship in every way, shape and form. It wasn't often that you had alone time so you could go out and try to find someplace to call your own. Someplace to go to get away.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
She liked that you had the ability to match any of her emotions. If she was angry, you'd be angry with her, if she was happy, you'd be happy with her, and if she was sad, it would break your heart.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
She would definitely be the type to distract you. Once you've calmed down of course. She would hold you or let you rant as long as you needed to before helping you out of your funk. She'd put on a movie or drag you to the kitchen to make food for you.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
She wanted it to be just you and her for the rest of your lives. She wanted to be able to relax with you, smoke with you, get an apartment and maybe a few pets with you. A low maintenance life, easy going and full of love.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
She's definitely the more passive one. She really didn't speak up for herself and she definitely didn't like to argue. Her whole relationship with Custer was surrounding around how meek and mild she was. But with you, it wasn't a fault or anything. It was something that she was happy to be, she was happy to be quiet now.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
She refused to fight with you. Occasionally your periods would link up or you guys would disagree about something which brought tension between the two of you but it never lasted very long. She didn't like when you were mad even the slightest at things that didn't involve her, so it was hard for her to see you upset at her.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
She's so grateful for you but you're definitely the one who would be more thankful. She's just so easy going, so easy to be with, so you would find yourself apologizing a lot or thanking her a lot, especially when you don't have to do either of those things.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
This is simple, she just never had anything to share let alone lie about. You were pretty much always with her and she loved to gossip with you, so there'd be no issue with lies and secrets.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
She definitely never had the urge to do heavy drugs again once she met you. You were enough of a drug to her, wanting to get lost in you all the time. You definitely helped her heal any wounds that she felt after leaving Custer, trust issues and mending her fragile ego.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
She really thought that jealousy was idiotic. If someone's with you, and they chose you, then what's the issue? She was simple when it came to it, never really worrying about your relationship or anyone else getting involved.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
She's a good kisser but a timid one. She'd wait for you to make the move to deepen it, not understanding your queues until months and months into the relationship.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
I don't think you guys would ever actually have a love confession. I think it would be more of this thing that you both just knew. All of a sudden, one day you would just start telling each other that you loved each other. It wasn't an issue or a big deal, just something you were both aware of.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Again, you two really wouldn't need fancy rings or a party. You'd probably end up just going to a local church to get married with Fez and Ash being witnesses, smoking some weed with the boys with smiles on your faces.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Bubs for sure. But from you to her. She was bashful about names since Custer never really let her call him names. It was something he was still getting used to, occasionally calling you baby or honey.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
She just knew that she loved you when she couldn't stop smiling around you. She never doubted her love for you one bit and everyone else around you knowing just from her smile that she loved you.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
You guys didn't go out much so most of your affection was kept at home. Whether it be your room or on the livingroom, you would keep your love just between the two of you, not wanting to be a spectacle for those around you.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
She was just really calm and really chill. She wasn't combative or angry or argumentative, it made everything easy.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
She was simple, so she really didn't go above and beyond because it just was something that she didn't think of too deeply. You liked when you did things together, or when you would try a new restaurant. So sometimes she'd find a new one and introduce it to you.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
She wanted you to be whatever you wanted to be, she was just happy to be able to follow you aimlessly like a lost puppy. She would go anywhere your success led the two of you.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
She liked simplicity and easiness. She didn't like to switch things up, keeping on with your normal daily routine, occasionally going on a date or going on a run with Fez and Ash.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
She's the most understanding. She had no reason to think you were lying or fake. She knew that you loved her and she knew that you were honest. She was also a big believer on giving someone what they give her. So if you were trusting and empathetic to her, she was it back to you.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
She really didn't have anyone else other than you, Fez and Ash. You guys were her family, her everything. She loved to tell you how important you were to her, your cheeks warming at her grateful words.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
She was happy to be done with heavy drugs by the time she met you. She was happy that she didn't have to put that weight on you, that you never had to meet her when she was at her lowest. She was also happy that you never had to meet Custer.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Very affectionate. She didn't care if Fez and Ash were home, she would be thrown over your lap with a smile, her fingers playing with yours. She loved to be cuddled up with you on the couch, a blanket thrown over you two.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
She wanted to be close to you 24/7, no matter what. She just liked the comfort you offered to her and you liked that she made it so known that she needed you. And you would give her anything she wanted, any time.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
You guys didn't really have any issues with your relationship so there were never any instances where either of you had to fight for each other or your relationship.
