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  • elisegenevive
    18.05.2022 - 5 minutes ago

    Yeah I was in a silly horny mood and read all of Luminousqurl’s fan fics on Ao3 and what about it?

    #fexi#euphoria #fez and lexi #fez lexi#fezco euphoria #fezco and lexi #season 2 euphoria #lexi x fez #fexi hive
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  • elenacarey
    18.05.2022 - 8 hours ago
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  • plentyoffexi
    18.05.2022 - 10 hours ago

    It’s no longer a want. It’s a need. (Not shipping them just want them in more projects together)

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  • plentyoffexi
    18.05.2022 - 10 hours ago

    Fexi attending Lexi’s senior prom vibes..

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  • thedarkestgreys
    18.05.2022 - 10 hours ago

    i love the fact that it’s universally agreed upon in the fexi fandom that fezco HATES lexi’s bike.

    like.

    of course he hates her bike.

    #fexi #fezco x lexi
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  • wildestdreamcatcher
    18.05.2022 - 13 hours ago

    Fezco is kinda hot in a way.

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  • d-amore-si-vive
    17.05.2022 - 13 hours ago
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  • onlyfezco
    17.05.2022 - 17 hours ago

    Dance Lesson - Fezco

    Summary: It’s easy to get over someone when you’re not around them all the time. But what happens when your smoke session with Fez turns into prom prep for him and Lexi.

    Fezco x Reader

    Fluff then angst (and I’m not sorry about it)

    Word Count: 2,548

    Author’s Note: I was listening to Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 and this idea popped in my head but I wanted something with angst. Please note that I LOVE Lexi but I needed something angsty. Also, assume Fez and reader are the same age but you’re in college.

    East Highland was toxic. So when you moved away a year ago, you were actually pretty happy about it. Of course, there were things you missed like your family and the few friends you had. But overall, the move was for the best. And besides, you only lived about three hours away now. 

    Currently, you were spending your spring break back in town. You loved your family, but they were stressing you out at the moment which led to you making an impromptu visit to everyone’s favorite local drug dealer Fezco. Fez was more than a drug dealer to you though, he was also a friend. A friend you used to have a crush on. Used to being the key words there. 

    Fez was familiar. Being around him felt like home. From the old worn patterned couches to the permeant smell of weed and cotton fresh scent of Febreze, you always felt comfortable at the O’Neil home. 

    The two of you kept up with each other pretty frequently. And on the few holidays were your parents made the trek back home, you usually saw Fez. You had even met his girlfriend Lexi on the last visit. You were a bit shocked when you first met the brunette. She didn’t seem like the type to hang around a drug dealer. You knew she met him through Rue, who was an avid customer of Fez, so you understood how they met. But Lexi was just so... Lexi. You didn’t hate the girl at all, but at first glance, you would picture her as Fez’s girlfriend.

    Fez was sitting next to you on the couch passing a joint between the two of you. He was catching you up on what was going on in his life. Prom was around the corner and he was taking Lexi. He already had a suit ready to go, but he was worried about how the actual dance part would turn out.

    “You dropped out before we started having dances,” you point out.

    “Yeah, I know. Thanks for stating the obvious.”

    You throw your hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m just sayin’.”

    Fez sighs and you can see the discomfort on his face. You already went through the awkward slow dance with the person you liked back in high school. That felt like forever ago now. Fez never got to experience that. You sat your blunt down in the ashtray on the coffee table and stood up.

    “Alright, come on. Get up.”

    Fez was practically sinking into the couch cushions as he looked up at you. “Why?”

    “I’m gonna show you how to slow dance.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocked and opened YouTube to find a good slow song to practice to. 

    “Ain’t it just swaying back and forth,” Fez asked, but he got up anyway.

    “For the most part, yeah, but you don’t want it to be weird your first time. You gotta know where to put your hands and stuff.” You picked a video and Youtube started a commercial. You placed your phone on the coffee table, then grabbed Fez’s hand to move him to an area with a little more space.

    A slow R&B ballad started playing through your phone’s speakers. It was one of your favorites, but maybe you shouldn’t have played a song you were so emotionally tied to. 

    “Okay,” you said dropping his hand turning to stand directly in front of him. “You’re the guy, so lead. Show me where you’d put your hands.”

    “It’s the twenty-first century, Y/N, women can lead,” Fez said, being a smart-ass.

    You rolled your eyes. “Are you going to tell Lexi that when she wants to dance?” Fezco was silent. “That’s what I thought. Now show me.”

    Fez hesitated for a second before he placed one hand on your waist, then grabbed your hand with the other. His hand wasn’t too low or too high on your waist. Fez always being the respectful man that Marie taught him to be. “Okay good,” you said nodding, then you placed your free hand on his shoulder. 

    “This is where you pull me closer, Fez,” you said chuckling. “You don’t have to leave room for someone else to join us.”

    “Oh,” Fez said, then took a small step closer to you while pulling you towards his body. 

    “Okay, now this is where we just sway back and forth,” you said repeating his words from earlier making him chuckle. 

    “Aight, ma,” Fez said as he began to rock from side to side. The song’s melody danced around the room as you two swayed. The verses getting a little too personal for you.

    “If you’re feeling fancy, you could spin her and pull her in closer.”

    Fez did as you said, letting go of your waist as he twirl you away from him. Your smile grew while your hair fanned out around you. Fezco did as directed spinning you back to him closer this time, your chest pressing against his as your hand returned to his shoulder and his to your waist. 

    “You catch on fast.”

    “I’ve got a good teacher,” Fez replied. And it was true. Practicing with you in the comfort of his living room would make the dance with Lexi go a lot smoother.

    You just smiled at his words. It was nice slow dancing with Fez. The last time you slow danced with a guy was senior prom and he wasn’t much of a date anyway. You had a good time, but you had always envisioned your senior prom being with someone you actually cared about. You hadn’t even talked to the guy since graduation. 

    “Um, you may want to just wrap both of your hands around her waist at some point. Just tryin’ to show you more than one way to dance,” you rushed out the last part, so it wouldn’t seem like you were trying to get closer to him. “If you want,” you began to say, but Fez was already doing what you said. He brought your hand up to his shoulder and dropped it, then placed his now empty hand on your waist. Wow he’s good at this, you thought to yourself. Lexi was a lucky girl. 

    Your mind began to wonder. A thousand what ifs and maybes playing in your head. Suddenly, it felt weird to have your face so close to your friend’s, so you rested your head on his shoulder. The action happened naturally, you didn’t even think twice about it. 

    Fezco tried to ignore the pounding of his heart against his ribs as his nostrils filled with the smell of your conditioner. He had never been this close to you before. But it was just a dance, he reminded himself. He was with Lexi. He was doing this for Lexi. 

    The song began to fade out, making you lift your head from Fez’s shoulder. “Well, I think you got it down,” you said softly.

    “Yeah,” Fez drawled out. His eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips. You probably should have pulled away and stopped dancing. You swallowed watching his eyelashes flutter. “Thanks.”

    “Uh, it’s no problem.” Heat rose to your cheeks as your heart began to beat double time. Your belly swelled with nerves, the thought of Lexi and prom long gone from your mind. Fez’s tongue flicked out over his top lip for a second. Your head reacting quicker than your mind could talk you out of. The two of you leaned in slowly, your eyelids closing the closer you got. 

    “ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A NEW CAR WITH 0% INTREST DOWN?”

    The two of you dropped your hands from around each other, practically jumping out of your skin. The car advertisement blasting from your phone sounded much louder than the romantic song that played before it, ruining the moment. 

    You rushed over to your phone to close the app. Fez stood still in his spot at a lost for words. Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you glanced at Fez. The room that felt so intimate and safe just a moment ago, was now full of uncomfortable guilt and awkwardness. 

    You shook your head trying to brush off the embarrassed feeling taking over your body. You huffed out an awkward laugh before you spoke. “You did good, Fez. Uh, Lexi’s gonna love dancing with you.”

    At the sound of his girlfriend's name, Fez finally looked at you. Although nothing actually happened, it was about to and he felt incredibly guilty. And... confused. What just happened between the two of you? You were friends. That’s it. So why did he want to kiss you?

    “I- I’m gonna head out.” You nodded then looked up, finally making eye contact with him. The look in his eyes made your heart ache. You didn’t mean for this to happen. Lexi was a sweet girl and Fez was happy. This just complicated things.

    “You ain’t gotta do that, ma.”

    You laughed at how awkward the situation was becoming. “Yeah, I really think I do, Fez.”

    “All we did was dance. At least stay and finish your blunt.” Fez felt like if you left, that meant something happened between the two of you, and then he’d have to feel bad about it.

    “That’s not a good idea.”

    “What? Why?”

    “Fez,” you turned around and shouted. “I can’t stay here. This is... wrong. I know nothing happened, but I wanted it to, and that’s a problem. I thought those feelings were gone, but obviously they’re not,” you said speaking faster the longer you were talking. That last part should have been internal dialogue but it slipped out in your moment of panic.

    “What feelings,” Fez questioned, his eyebrows scrunching up. He was unaware that you had any feelings that went beyond friendship, but obviously he was wrong.

    You stared at your friend doe eyed. Your words lost in your throat.

    Fez stepped closer to you. “Y/N, what feelings?” Fez realized he probably shouldn’t have asked. He had no right too. He was in a relationship and obviously you didn’t want to talk about it.

    You hesitated but it was too late to hold back now. “The ones where I wanted to be more than friends up until I moved,” you admitted hardly above a whisper. “I think... I think they went away just because I wasn’t around you as much.”

    Your eyes began to gloss over with tears as you stared at Fezco. He was slack-jawed. His lack of words caused you to have word vomit.

    “Honestly, I don’t know when they started. And I never wanted to say anything cause I didn’t know if you would feel the same and make it awkward between us. Which is what I’m doing right now... oh my God. I’m so stupid. I’m sorry,” you quickly blurted out, practically breathless now. You turned to head for the door but Fez’s hand wrapped around your arm stopped you.

    “You’re not stupid,” he said to you in a voice that was so soft it made your tear filled eyes finally let loose. 

    “Fez...,” you mumbled shaking your head, refusing to accept his words or look at him.

    “You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about.” Fez’s hand was still wrapped around your arm, his thumb now moving back and forth in a comforting motion.

    You sighed shaking your head again. “You’re in a relationship. She’s literally the sweetest person alive. And I’m standing here, telling her boyfriend about how I had feelings for him. I’m a horrible person,” you explained, tears falling down your face like Sunday morning rain now.

    Fez grabbed your other arm to make you look at him. “Hey, hey. You ain’t a horrible person. It don’t matter how we used to feel. We just got caught up. But nothing happened. We can just forget it and move on.”

    You tried to take in Fezco’s words. You weren’t a horrible person. Anyone would have fallen for Fez. It didn’t matter how either of you used to feel. Wait. How we felt? Your eyes crinkled as you eyed Fez. “What do you mean how we used to feel?”

    “Uhh.” Fez dropped his hands from your arms. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other avoiding your curious eyes. Was he nervous? “Nothin’. It don’t matter.”

    You huffed. “It does matter, Fezco.”

    “It don’t,” he said in a louder tone than before. It was practically yelling for the normally mellow guy. 

    “It doesn’t because you have a girlfriend. But at this point you might as well come out and say it,” you said as you wiped away the tears on your face. Now you were frustrated. Mostly with yourself for letting it get this far when all you wanted to do was show him how to slow dance. By no means were you weren’t trying to break Fez and Lexi up. But you just wanted to put everything out there, so you could leave and be done. 

    “Fine. Yeah, I liked you too. But that was before Lex, and before you moved.”

    You nodded your head slowly, digesting his words. He liked you this whole time. But now you lived in a whole other town and he was taken. Perfect timing. You started to laugh at the situation which confused Fez.

    “What’s so funny?”

    “This,” you said pointing your finger between the two of you. “Of course the guy I wanted more than anything liked me back, but neither of us said anything. Just my luck.”

    “Well I’m glad one of us thinks it’s funny,” Fez said, then he plopped down on the couch exhausted with all this honesty. 

    “I gotta find the humor in. Cause if I don’t, I’ll start balling when I tell you goodbye.”

    Fez’s head shot up and looked in your direction. “What you sayin’ goodbye fo’?”

    “I have to leave you alone. For me and for you. These feelings aren’t going anywhere, so why hurt myself with trying to just be friends. And you’re happy and in love. I already overstepped by saying how I felt and asking you how you did. I don’t want to make things worse or more awkward by attempting to keep this friendship.”

    “So that’s it,” Fez questioned eyeing you carefully. “We’re not friends anymore?”

    “You want to explain to your girlfriend how your female friend slow danced with you, almost kissed you, then admitted she had feelings for you? And then add on that you admitted that you used to have feelings for her as well?” 

    Fezco sighed, running his hands over his head, dropping eye contact with you.

    “Yeah, didn’t think so.” You grabbed your purse from the kitchen table then started to make your way to the front door. You turned to look at Fez one last time. He was leaned over, his hands on his head and his elbows on his knees. “I don’t want to stop being friends with you, but it’s for the best.” 

    Fez picked his head up to see you turn and walk to the door. You turned the lock and took the chain off the hook. Your hand hesitated on the knob for just a second before you said, “Goodbye, Fezco.” Then you opened the door and left.

    #leave a comment and make my day #fezco x reader #fez x reader #fezco one shot #fezco fan fiction #fezco#fez fanfic #euphoria one shot #euphoria fan fiction #euphoria
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  • incorrectfexi
    17.05.2022 - 18 hours ago

    faye: why are fez and lexi sitting with their backs to each other?

    ash: they’re fighting

    faye: why are they holding hands then?

    ash: lexi gets sad when they fight

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  • twerkforambrose
    17.05.2022 - 19 hours ago
    A Fexi Playlist
    insp
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  • howardshottub
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    Day something of getting Sammy L to get him on the show

    Repost every where so I can get him

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  • myztify
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    (i want more) impossible to ignore by myztify

    “Yo, you Rue’s friend, right?”

    “Um, yeah,” she replies, hoping she doesn’t sound too surprised. “I’m Lexi. Lexi Howard.”

    “Lexi,” he repeats, her name rolling off his tongue, and she likes the way it sounds in his husky voice. “I like that. That’s a nice name.”

    “Thanks,” she smiles, praying that the heat she feels in her cheeks isn’t too obvious. “You’re Fezco?”

    “That’s me.” He retrieves the tape for her and then taps the top of the box. “You seen this before?”

    or: 90s fez and lexi meet-cute in a video store

    #fezco x lexi #fexi fic#my fic
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  • howardshottub
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    Who’s got Cheaper by the Dozen (Fexi version) where they have 12 kids and live on a farm.

    The way you all write Fexi they will be having 12 kids

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  • plcturesofu
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    $𝟚,𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙 2/6

    “I want to rent you.” Lexi states it as wholesomely as she looks, and it’s enough to make Fezco choke on his saliva. “You want to rent me?” He repeats in disbelief, not understanding those string of words in the slightest. “Yeah, I overheard your and um, Ashtray’s situation,” She clears her throat whilst saying his name, like it didn’t feel right rolling off her tongue, “I’ll let you borrow $2,000 from me and all you have to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for a month.” -- * -- can't buy me love AU (loosely based, no previous knowledge of the movie required)
    #( * my fics ) #fexi#fezco/lexi howard #chapter 2 is a monster i'm sorry everyone #the brainrot is real
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  • klauscarolove
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    You cannot tell me this isn’t Fez on the phone with Lexi while him and Ash are about to take care of some serious business. Like he’s all smiling and giggling with her but simultaneously keeping an eye out and his senses sharp.

    #fexi #fexi head canon #fezco x lexi howard #flexico#angus cloud#fezco oneill
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  • kylowhowhatwherewhen
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    y’all… should i change my url?

    i just realized its not even in order:(

    who, what, WHEN, where, why

    LOL

    #jack harlow x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #adcu #fezco x reader #instagram au#dylan o'brien#personal #url change??? #pls give me ur opinion #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan x reader #adam driver x reader
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  • nexusnyx
    17.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    nyx!! hi, can u write something w fez based off the song “is there someone else” ? im obsessed w that song atm

    .ೃ࿐ Pairing: Fezco x F!Reader

    .ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.8k

    .ೃ࿐ A/n: Feedback is really important to me, so tell me what you think! I’d love to hear it :)

    .ೃ࿐ Main Masterlist | tv master list | ko-fi ❥

    𝄞 soundtrack — is there somewhere, by Halsey 𝄞

    ㅤㅤlight one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder... i just wanna feel your lips against my skin...

    "You'll stay with me for a bit?" Fezco asks.

    He knows he's in trouble because even though he shouldn't, he's asking for it. Again.

    You finish rolling the joint in your hands and look up at him, your smile still a little weak in its corners. When your eyes lock with his, though, it brightens. "Yeah. You want me to stay?" You ask.

    Every damn time.

    "'Course I do," Fezco asks. If he's in trouble already, he might as well enjoy it.

    "Ok," you pull up your legs underneath your body and reach out your hand in a silent request.

    Fezco takes out his lighter from his pocket and places it on your palm.

    You light it up, take a long drag, then ask him between the clouds that emerge from your lips. "How was your week, Fez?"

    It's the same question you ask every time Fezco makes a drop to you.

    Y/n—nineteen years old, a college student in a town somewhere close, but not close enough for you to be around at all times, only buys weed. The best strains he's got.

    "It's been good, ma." Fezco always answers because ever since he's met you a year ago, he's known you to be earnest in your questions (and answers).

    It's why he stays clever around you.

    Whatever leaves your mouth, whether that's a question, a confession, or a moan, he knows it to be true.

    One of the first things you told him was that: "I don't fake stuff for the sake of other people. Why the fuck should I? I'd just be lying to me and I'd rather not."

    "Yeah?" You take another drag, and Fezco tries to keep his eyes only on your eyes this time. "You managed to start that course you were telling me about?"

    This is what gets him.

    The fact that you remember. It's been weeks since he saw you last and you still remember the tiny details of things he's said between rambles; things he knows other people — most of them — would have forgotten or not even heard in the first place.

    "I did, actually," he smiles. Then he starts telling you about what he's been learning because he knows you only ask when you want to listen.

    It's so easy to get lost in talking to you.

    So easy to forget you're not his — and that the person who you're with sucks ass at doing the proper job of taking good care of the partner she's got — and it's even easier to pretend you could be his.

    All he wanted was to be sitting next to you in bed, and feeling your lips on his.

    He wants it again, and he knows you want it too.

    Both of you are aware that staying in this hotel room is a fated curse to your attempt at not ending up with your mouths on each other, and both of you ignore that.

    ㅤㅤbut your lips hang heavy underneath me, and I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me...

    It takes one joint, one look, and a casual brush of fingers as he hands you the lighter one more time, and Fezco has you on his lap.

    In under forty minutes of being together you two go from discussing how tricky and hard life is to talking about the world, Ashtray, your course, and, when you end up bringing up how stressed you are and shut your own lips to stop from talking "too much", Fezco lets it slip out:

    "You never talk too much. Just say all you want, ma."

    The way you look at him when he says it.

    Fezco feels it underneath his skin.

    He forgets sometimes that other people told you otherwise.

    He wishes he could punch them in the throat, but he'd rather get all the words out of yours.

    All the things you'd like to say and some asshole chick has branded on your mind that are useless—Fezco asks all he wants to hear and when you hand him the lighter back and your fingers meeting causes an electric charge between you two, both of you swallow around the tension.

    This time, it's you who takes the leap.

    "Hey, Fez?"

    He wonders if someone else has the power to stop time like you do. "Yeah?" Can other people make the air feel static? Are there others who could make Fezco taste the words in his mouth?

    "I thought a lot about what you said last time," you say. Confess.

    He doesn't need to ask why, because he knows.

    He said if you met him halfway, Fezco would do things he never ever dreamt about.

    "Good," Fezco answers. "It was meant as food for thought."

    That's when you touched his cheek and from that, all is history.

    He launches forward, going for a taste of what he's craved since you walked through the door, and you willingly let him, opening yourself up to all he has to offer.

    ㅤㅤ'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings and you clutched my brain and eased my ailing...

    It's inevitable to let himself feel it all.

    Fezco promised, he swore it would happen only that one time.

    It was a fluke in the damn Matrix. He had had a good talk with a girl who made him talkative, fluttery and at ease like no one ever did before, and you two shared not only stories, but pains over a shared blunt.

    It was the weed.

    He told himself that for two whole weeks, trying to convince his reflection that thinking about the way you looked underneath him and how your moans and whines were the hottest thing he's ever witnessed was normal. How could he not? Fezco had never had sex like that.

    Staring into a person's eyes. Having them grab your face and talk to you through it, telling him all the things he's doing right, that he's doing good.

    When it happens again, Fezco lets go of any pretense that it's anything but you.

    It's the way you touch him like he's more than just a body.

    When he asks you if you want to turn around, the look you give him sends a shiver down his spine.

    "Why?" you ask.

    He shrugs his naked shoulders. Bites down on 'cause I'm scared, 'cause looking at you makes my head spin, 'cause I want more of it when it's done. "Dunno." He does know. "You see my face all the time?" he offers as a joke.

    You cup his face between his hands and walk on your knees until your chests are touching. "I like your face," you whisper to him. "You're gorgeous. Why wouldn't I wanna look at it now?"

    That creates a knot in his throat that he can't swallow down.

    'Cause I was terrified it wasn't the face you wanted to see.

    "Fez." You kiss him, and he revels in it. "I'm attracted to every single fucking thing about you—we're here, aren't we?" you ask, running your hands on his torso, all the way up to his neck. "I wanna see you when you touch me. You—I like that you look at me in the eyes. You look like you want me."

    The words travel to all the corners of his body, and Fezco's caging you against the headboard of the bed in a second. "I want you so fucking bad, ma." He kisses you with all the fervor your words burned into him, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far. "Want you so bad I can barely think sometimes."

    "Show me," you demand. Then, you smile. A real, happy smile this time. "C'mon." Your legs wrap around his waist like an invitation, permission, and a seal.

    Who is Fezco to deny you anything, really?

    ㅤㅤI'm sorry but I fell in love tonight. I didn't mean to fall in love tonight. You're looking like you fell in love tonight.

    It's the shape of your lips that does it for him.

    Fezco can't lie to himself or you when all he wants to do is kiss you.

    Every inch of you.

    He spends so much time between your legs that Fezco forgets there's an outside world he's a part of, and when he looks up at and sees you through the curves of your body, finding your eyes so clouded in the lust the desire he's giving you, Fezco only wants more.

    The time he spends worshipping your thighs and burying his face in you, eating your pussy like he was starved for weeks and this is the only way to life, those are the only reason why he manages to not die when it's your turn to kneel in front of him.

    Fezco kept trying to hide how in love he is when he woke up from a dream where you were in this same position and there was a halo around you.

    He's never had dreams like that before.

    It shook him so bad he started texting you, all worries be damned.

    Those messages evolved into a call every now and then.

    Fezco knows you two are only swimming deeper into these waters now, but neither of you cares. He knows you're there with him—he sees it in your eyes when you're on top of him and he has trouble keeping his eyes open because of how good you feel, how right it feels to have you clenching around him; it's there when you say:

    "Look at me."

    You want his eyes on you.

    When he shot you a text before you went to a party a couple of weeks ago saying 'people are gonna love it, no one's gonna take their eyes off of you', all you replied with was:

    They're not you.

    Fezco has bled all over this same hotel room many times now because you left and took his heart with you right in your hands, but he knows you left yours with him, too.

    He feels the weight of it when you're on top of him, and when you leave, it's still there.

    "Don't leave, ma."

    "I won't. I wanna stay."

    Fezco will win over the rest of you. The heart he has, and the body he worships whenever you grant him the chance, but now he needs the head and mind attached to it to be only his and for that, he needs to sort out some things in his life. No matter how long it takes.

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