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          being so distant from him hurt. honestly? these past few weeks had hurt her more than any physical pain she could have endured that night. when he had found her in that wreck of metal and glass -- because of course he fucking found her... this right now hurt more than anything. because right now she was in front of him and for the first time ever she was guarded and afraid. like truly fucking terrified of how much more he could hurt her. because the reality is even after he’d pulled back from her, and he had made that comment at that stupid party after she let that stupid boy inside her body. daniel had only made things more complicated and tense between them. but even though fez said what he said, and it hurt her like a blade in her already bruised and battered body -- she still watched him as his fist collided with the side of daniel’s face. she was sure there was a broken nose somewhere in that altercation. 

          the both of them knew she was a ‘to the fucking point’ kind of person. and she couldn’t wait for minutes of awkward silence to pass by before something was said that totally avoided the tension that engulfed them. she said what she said because the question was valid. she needed to know how he saw her, what he thought of her, if she was just a fucking whore to him. but if she was, why was he here then? his apologies feel rushed and her eyes glaze over momentarily as she questions if this conversation is even worth it. but she wants so badly to give him the chance to explain himself, to give her a perfectly good reason for his behaviour that night and for the weeks that had followed her accident. so she waits, and eventually he starts again. this time the pain in fez’s voice is discernible. her body tenses, something catches in her throat that makes it hard to speak. him? jealous? over her? what the fuck. 

         “you’re right,” she’s hurt but of course there’s a level of anger in her tone that she feels is justified. “you never should have fucking said that. but you did.” there’s a scoff that escapes her lips as her gaze moves around the room and now she can’t stop this is all just gonna come out. “not that it was any of your business anyway whether i was gonna fuck him or not. you made it clear that it wasn’t your business when you got distant, when you stopped texting and you stopped calling. when you started avoiding me like there was suddenly something wrong with me.” there’s a pause for her to breathe, she contemplates for a moment stopping but literally what was the point? she needed to get this out, even if he didn’t care. “it was like you regretted telling me you had feelings for me, or that night when we finally fucking kissed and that felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me... like it just didn’t matter to you. so, on some level you had to have mean’t it.”

[moved-soulvalor]

                     “    𝚒  𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 .     ”     he  had  told  her  not  to  show  up  unannounced ,   so  far  she  had  always  called  or  texted  him  beforehand ,   ask  if  it  was  alright  if  she  stopped  by .     but  she  had  just  gotten  her  play  approved ,   so  excited  about  it  that  she  was  skipping  instead  of  walking ,   bright  smile  painted  on  her  lips .      had  then  realised  there  was  no  one  she  wanted  to  share  the  news  more  with  than  with  fezco .     and  so ,   after  school ,   she  practically  jumped  on  her  bike  and  rode  it  as  fast  as  she  could  (  ɪᴛ’s sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ  ) .     the  look  he  gave  her  once  he  opened  the  door  was  enough  to  let  her  know  it  had  been  a  terrible  idea ,   but  it  was  too  late  for  her  to  leave .     the  excitement  has  died  down ,   replaced  by  fear  as  she  was  faced  with  who  exactly  he’s  making  business  with ,   and  only  a  hint  of  relief  once  they  are  gone .     they’re  alone  now ,   his  brother  had  retreated  to  his  room ,   and  she  swallows  hard ,   bottom  lip  bitten  as  chestnut  hues  nervously  focus  on  him .     —     @fezdispenser​

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@fezdispenser​ liked for a post-finale starter with Jules Vaughn

“You... really don’t look good...” She doesn’t think she’d ever seen Fez look less than totally together. So his appearance really shocked her. 

[leftbehiind]

CLOSED FOR @fezdispenser​.

     for some reason, her sister’s been extra distant. from cassie waking up at four in the morning and isolating herself in the bathroom to late hours where lexi doesn’t hear cassie get in until long after her computer’s been shut for the night, she’s been worried about the blonde. so much so that it’s been distracting her from her writing, but she tries to justify it to herself. doesn’t want to fall too far from reality, to slip away.

     on this particular morning, cassie is still in bed when the sun rises. it’s odd, but what’s even stranger is the feeling that comes over lexi. it’s like she knows that something is wrong, but can’t describe why or how. one look at cassie and lexi knows spending the day at home is a bad idea. fingers type against her phone’s keyboard, knowing exactly who she wants to see.

                                                                                           ‘ are you free ? ’

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@fezdispenser​  continued from  ❀

     maybe it’s part of the reason they get along. he’s been through his trauma, she’s been through her own-- but before the world even went to hell they were trying their best to survive. she’s been able to see he’s got a good heart from the beginning, though sometimes he can get on her last  nerve  with the ways he reminds her of nick. god, she hopes he never ends up like him. months together is equivalent to an eternity in this afterworld, and her fondness is proof.  i feel that.  she huffs out her nose, a kind of  laugh, and it isn’t meant to be disrespectful in such a serious talk, it’s just that, yeah.. his response is definitely something she’d expect from him.  yo, if you wanna talk ‘bout it-- i’m a good listener.

     she does... in a way. there aren’t people around her she can lean on, and it’s taken the better end of the time they’ve been together for her to open up to him-- but at least she  is.  while most of the time it’s her  forcing  herself to let go, to share the burden and get some relief, at least she’s doing it.  ❝ i think about it a lot, ❞  she begins, cocking her head in a half head-shake kind of way, as though she’s almost ashamed she still dwells on the heartaches of the past. ❝ i think about my mom.. everything she did for us, how she--  died.. ❞  and for the next part she can’t look him in the eyes. her biggest fear is realized the second she would make eye contact and talk about her brother; her fear and realization that this is all real, that it  happened. it isn’t just some story in her head, it’s something that actually happened to her, it’s a loss she really has to  grieve  (  and she hasn’t grieved since he left, not really  ).  ❝  -- but i think about him more. the pain in his eyes, how he-- ❞  inevitably, she cuts herself off. lips tightly purse together, and this time she  does  shake her head. gaze goes back to him, ❝ -- i don’t know. it doesn’t help to keep talking about the past. ❞

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@fezdispenser liked for a post-finale starter with Ashtray O’Neill

Ash waited for Fez outside of the police station. He knew neither of them would say shit, not without a lawyer. He wished he could smoke but right outside the police station would be a whole other level of stupid. At least Faye and Fez laid the groundwork for a decent cover story. They just needed to get their shit straight. He looked up at Fez as he walked out of the station, brows raised in an unspoken question as he walked swiftly away from the precinct beside his brother.

Ash stuffed his hands deep in his pockets. He trusted Fez to get their story together and keep it that way. “What about Faye?” He asked. What if Custer got to her? He’d only just started to come around on her stayin’ with them, and sure she seemed like she was on their side, but that could turn in an instant in his life.

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something caught in the middle of a scoff and a laugh escapes her lips. the nervous laughter causing her usually solid bluff to falter. because there was an immediate response to that question she wasn’t about to give right now. “that’s a stupid question,” kat’s eagerly trying to avoid it but she just can’t. “like why would that even be a thing? like that would be kinda weird right?” her avoidance continues and at this point it’s just a defence mechanism. “i mean, i wouldn’t like... not smash if the opportunity ever came up.” 

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@fezdispenser​ sent ❛ this is a good look for you.❜

Rollers in her bangs, nose strip still on, acne spot treatment practically freckled over her face she was mortified when she opened the door only to see Fez. It wasn’t like she could just slam the door in his face. Well, she could have but that would have been rude. “What are you-” she figured a heads up after hanging up the phone would have been warranted. Their pleasant conversations something that she had grown so used to. “It’s called self-care,” she recovered, her shoulders trying to roll back in a false stance of confidence. “I thought you were busy tonight.”