Jun 13, 2025
"Very early in my life, it was too late."
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"Very early in my life, it was too late."
I’ll reminisce but I’ll never go back.
no revenge, because you're literally never going to forget me and that's enough.
Just A Simple Touch
Either out of habit, sudden impulse, or not on purpose, a hidden, stolen little touch when you think nobody will notice means so much more than big display on camera.
18+
Lil Drabble/ Based on recent events from my own experience.
No matter how many times she’s attempted to leave him alone, she couldn’t.
“You gon miss me ma?” Littering kisses all over her collarbone as while they were in the backseat of his car.
Y/n didn’t even know how she ended up in this position with him, again.
but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “you know I will”
Y/n laid her head on his shoulder, facing the crook of his neck as she let out heavy breaths feeling the intrusion of his cock entering.
“talk to me ma, i wanna hear you” she didn’t respond, only placing sloppy wet kisses on his neck and moving up to his face.
His mouth hung open, feeling how tight her walls were all around his cock, his eyes were half-lidded as she caught his eye.
Y/n felt herself clench at the sight of him, unable to stop the soft moan that left her lips.
Yeah i miss my sneaky link
The way things go
Pairing : Fezco x fem!reader
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The night was supposed to be perfect. Chinese take-out boxes stacked on the counter, the smell of cookies in the oven, her playlist playing in the background while she danced barefoot across the kitchen tile.
She was laughing until she noticed Fez had gone quiet, the glow of her phone lighting his face.
“ Who’s Isaiah?” he asked, voice low.
She turned, wiping her hands on a towel. “Fez, please don’t start…”
“He’s sendin you heart eyes, talkin about you lookin fine. What’s that about?”
She stepped closer, the hurt already rising. “You can check the messages, I never even answered him.”
“Still looks like you lettin’ him.”
“I’m not lettin’ anything, Fez. He’s just some guy from the team. You really think I’d play you like that?”
The air between them went tight, music still playing from her phone, the cookies burning just a little behind her. He dropped the phone on the counter, the sound sharp in the soft kitchen. “Then why he feel like he can talk to you like that, huh?”
Her voice cracked. “Because some guys don’t care if a girl’s taken, Fez! You think that’s on me?”
The heat in the room wasn’t just from the oven anymore. They stood inches apart, words tumbling faster than either of them could take back.
He muttered, “You been sayin you were busy. I thought maybe—”
“Busy? You mean when I went to that early college open house? Because I’m tryin’ to get ahead, Fez! I told you that!”
He stared at her, jaw tight. The playlist skipped to another song, something soft and slow that made the silence heavier. “I don’t know what to think right now,” he said finally.
That line cut deeper than shouting ever could. She swallowed hard, blinking fast. “Then don’t. Just go.”
He hesitated only a second, eyes flicking from her face to the cookies still waiting on the tray. Then he grabbed his keys and left.
The door clicked shut, leaving her in the dim light and the smell of something sweet going bitter.
She still baked the cookies. Still ate one, warm and falling apart, while tears blurred her vision. The couch setup, the blankets, the movies they’d planned all of it looked staged for a version of them that doesn’t exist anymore.
She cleaned up the crumbs, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed where the quiet felt like punishment. The next morning she looked almost put together.
Wearing an off the shoulder camouflage sweatshirt in a light neutral pale grey, The neckline is wide, worn pulled down on one side to expose a shoulder. For the bottoms she's wearing a pair of high waisted shorts in a soft pastel pink.
She has on white socks paired with sandals, hair pulled back in a slick back high ponytail. Her purse hanging on her shoulder as she has her phone on her hand. The kind of effortless look that fooled everyone except the people who knew her.
Elias noticed first, tall enough to spot her across the hallway crowd. He caught up to her near the vending machines. “Yo. You good? You been ghostin’ the team.”
She shrugged, eyes on the keypad. “Just needed space.”
He didn’t buy it. “This about Fez?”
That broke the wall she’d been holding up. She told him about the messages, the argument, the way Fez didn’t believe her. Elias listened quietly, jaw clenching more with every word. When she finished, he said,
“You ain’t gotta defend yourself to nobody who don’t trust you, well I hope it works it over your end”
She gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, well. Guess that’s done now.”
By the next passing period, he’d had enough of seeing Isaiah grin like nothing happened. He cornered him by the lockers. “You knew she was taken,” he said, voice low. Isaiah just smirked. “She ain’t now, is she?”
That was it. Voices rose, a shove, and then the hallway exploded in noise. Elias having Isaiah on the ground as he punched his face leaving him with a bruised lip and black eye. Security rushed in before it could go too far, but phones were already recording, whispers already flying.
She didn’t hear about it right away. She was in class, trying to focus on equations that didn’t make sense anymore, when people started murmuring and passing around a video. She didn’t even have to look to know. Her stomach dropped anyway.
After dismissal , she just wanted quiet. But she remembered she is the football manger which means being there during practice , games, that sucks right now. Feeling a vibration her phone send she opened the football group chat.
The coach asking for some stuff to restock, giving the message a thumbs up emoji. Placing her book bag next to the empty seat beside her. Beginning to drive to the store. Her white Highlander still smelled faintly of vanilla. The radio played low, a song that used to remind her of Fez.
Inside the bright aisles, she moved fast. Powder, snacks, checkout. Then she froze halfway through a glance at the next register.
Fez with Ashtray.
Her heart jumped. She didn’t move closer, didn’t speak. Just finished paying, eyes on the counter. Fez didn’t say anything either, but he looked really looked taking in the outfit, the soft sweater, the sandals, the way she still managed to look like sunlight even when she was hurting.
When she walked out, he stayed where he was, jaw set, something heavy in his chest. She never turned around, never saw the way his hand tightened on the strap of the bag he was carrying.
Outside, the air was cool. She loaded the Gatorade into the car, sat behind the wheel, and took one long, shaky breath before starting the engine.
The song on the radio changed again something slow, something that felt like an ending and she pulled out of the lot without looking back.
Fez watched the taillights fade, the ache settling deeper than before.
Neither of them said a word, but both felt the same thing: maybe this wasn’t the end, not yet, but for now it hurt like it was:(