#fez x you

[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household

a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3

It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.

It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.

That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.

It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.

You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.

Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.

Fezco

He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.

It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.

“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.

“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand

“There was a backside!”

“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”

“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.

“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.

He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.

“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.

“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.

“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.

And then everything went to shit.

“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.

“Hey, have you seen-”

“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.

“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”

“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”

“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”

“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”

You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.

“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”

“What?” you whispered.

“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”

“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”

“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”

And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.

It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.

And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.

“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)

His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.

“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)

“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”

“What you mean!?”

“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.

If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.

“Mouse!”

“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)

“But how am I going to get you that?”

“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”

You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.

“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.

“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”

You nodded, unsure.

“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”

“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)

It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.

That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.

That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.

You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.

Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.

“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.

“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.

But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.

You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.

You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.

“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”

“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.

“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”

You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.

You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

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[therainywriter]

Kiss Me (Fluff)

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

You sat comfortably on Fez’s lap. Your head rested on his chest, face pressed cozily against him.

The potent odor of weed clung to the air around you as he exhaled, setting his blunt down and resuming counting pills.

You sighed and shifted, your chin now resting at his shoulder and arms around his torso. His right hand rubbed at your back for a moment before he poured out another bag of molly.

You pressed a soft kiss against his neck and fiddled with the back of his shirt. You opened your eyes when a faint rumble of thunder broke the silence. The soothing sound of pattering droplets falling soon after.

“I didn’t think it’d rain today,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Nah, wasn’t supposed to,” he said in response, his tone raspy and gentle. Your stomach twinged at the sound and you closed your eyes again.

He placed his left hand on your thigh this time, using the other to separate pills. Each caress of his thumb ran under the shirt you wore. The shirt being his, of course.

You kissed his neck again and nuzzled the exposed skin, breathing in the smell of his cologne and body wash. The scent addicting and so incredibly comforting.

���I love you, Fez,” you said to him softly, unable to get enough of him.

“Love you too, beautiful,” he replied. A small smile curved at your lips as you hummed in response.

He absentmindedly took another hit from his blunt, closing his eyes for a second as he let the smoke fill his lungs.

You sat up and placed your hands against his chest watching his hand fall and a gust of swirling gray leave his mouth.

It was almost mesmerizing the way it left his lips, his soft plump lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, your nose brushing against his.

He put his blunt down and set his hands on your hips with a squeeze, “Need somethin’ ma?” You nodded and looked into his pretty blue eyes, lightly grabbing at the collar of his shirt.

“Kiss me,” you said, your voice nearly a whisper.

He was more than happy to abide, his lips finding yours tenderly with a slow kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and playfully nipped at it.

“Let me bag up these pills an’ you can have all the kisses you want, baby.” he said, pecking your lips once more.

You silently agreed and rest your head on him as you had before, patiently waiting to have his attention all to yourself.

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[fluffysmutsmaketheworld]

Cuddles Please

Description: You tried to stay up waiting for Fez to come home from the store he manages. He was running late and you ended up passing out on the couch. Read to see what happens.

Warnings: Just fluffy fluff

*Your POV*

I was fast asleep on the couch. The last thing I remember is watching Love Island and waiting for Fez and Ash to come home from the store. I have no idea how I fell asleep but I woke up with a start when I felt myself being picked up.

I open my eyes sleepily and see Fez has me in his arms, carrying me to our bedroom. He smelled like weed and comfort. He doesn't notice I'm awake so I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my head in it.

"Well, hi there, ma." He says, smiling down at me.

"Hi, Fezzy. How's the shop?" I ask.

"It's all good." He sets me down on the bed and starts undressing. I watch him take off his sweater and admire his body. His perfectly chiseled body was mouthwatering but tonight, I had no energy for anything more than cuddles. He slips out of his pants and crawls into bed next to me.

"Whatcha wanna do, lil ma?" He asks, running his finger through his short hair.

"Cuddles, please." I practically whine. He chuckles and motions for me to get closer. I crawl over him and place myself between his legs so I can lay my head on his chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and I almost fall back asleep when the door is banged open. I look and see Ashtray standing there with a scowl.

"You were just gonna go to bed without saying night, Y/N?" He glares at his brother who rolls his eyes. I giggle and motion him over. He stomps over and gives me a hug.

"Night, dollface. Sweet dreams." I kiss his cheek and he offers a small smile.

"Night, ma. Next time, don't steal her away so quick, Fez." He scowls at his brother and leaves.

"That boy." I say, giggling.

"You done spoiled him." Fez says, smiling and kissing my forehead. "Go to sleep, baby. You've had a long day."

"Good night, Fezzy. I love you." I wrap my arms back around his torso and lay my head on his chest. He starts running his fingers back through my hair.

"Good night, little ma. I love you." I fall asleep, feeling safe in his embrace.

Not a long one, sorry guys 😟

#euphoria #fluffy #fez x you #fezco x reader

[honeybear-yammy]

Over The Phone

Warnings: cursing, smut, sexting, dirty talk, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex

Pairings: Fezco x Female Reader

Summary: In which Fezco and Y/N were talking to eachother on the phone but, the phone call took a naughty turn.

Character: Fezco (played by Angus Cloud)

Show: Euphoria

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You gasped and moaned out softly as you rubbed your clit. You herd your boyfriend Fezco on the other line panting and grunting. You had just called him to say goodnight and to talk to him for a little bit.

Well, things escalated very, very quickly. Before you knew it both of you were jacking off together on the phone. It all started when while both of you were on the phone talking, Fezco had sent you a dick pic.

And of course it turned you on which made you end up sending him a pic of you with your hand in your lace panties playing with yourself. And now here you both were now, jacking off together. You moaned out more, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

You had him on speaker phone and you were fucking lucky that you parent's weren't going to be home for the night or else you would be in so much shit right now. 

"Start fingering yourself baby. Finger yourself just how I do it." You herd Fezco say. You did as you were told and sank one of your fingers into your soaking cunt. You gasped and moaned out softly when you did so. The sound of your moans made Fezco groan out on the other side of the line. 

"Fuck, I love the sexy little sounds you make for me." He said as he groaned out.

"Fuck! You feel so good daddy." You moaned out. 

"Yeah? Are you going to be a good little fucking whore for me tonight?" He asked as he painted. 

"Fuck yes! I'll be so good daddy!" You moaned out. 

"Good girl." He praised. "Now tug and twist your pretty nipples for me." He said. You once again did as you were told and tugged on your hardened nipple, twisting it as you fingered yourself. You then slid a second finger inside which made you moan out louder.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for daddy." He moaned out. 

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum daddy!" You moaned out.

"So am I." He moaned out as he pumped his shaft. "Are you ready? Count of 3. I want you to cum with me baby." He said. You moaned out in response.

"1.." He said. You let go of your nipple and began to rub your clit as you fingered yourself faster.

"2.." He said as he groaned out. You moaned out as well as you fingered yourself as fast as you could. It didn't feel as good as it did when Fezco did it but, it was all you had right now.

"3! Come on pretty girl, cum for me. Cum with me." He groaned out as he came. Your legs began to tremble and you moaned out loudly as you came on your fingers. You pulled your hands away and began to suck your juices off of your fingers.

You then took a picture of yourself doing so and sent it to him. You could hear him groan on the other line when he saw the photo of you.

"Fuck. Baby girl I need you to come over, now."

"I'm on my way." You said with a giggle.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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[withlovewriting]

Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

Chapter 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

I wish I met you further along, Gave you my older heart, still and strong, But I wouldn't have a fire like I do today, Oh, it burns for you babe, You got nothing on my tendency to be led astray, Oh, it took a blindside hit to show me the right of way.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 4,234

Chapter Warnings: Usual warnings for mentions of drug use. Just take this whole chapter as a warning.

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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"I won't be long. Save me a seat, alright?"

Sending Fez a tight lipped smile, you nodded. Putting on his white button up, still warm from when Faye had just finished ironing it, he didn't even think to question why you'd left the flowers and card that you'd just finished signing for Lexi on the side.

Nor did he second guess the backpack on your shoulder, heavy with creased clothes that had been haphazardly thrown in during your hastened rush once he was in the shower.

Your chest felt heavy as his hand caught yours, stopping you before you could pass him, "You sure 'bout this? We can always stay home."

"No... No. It's fine. I'm fine. We should go. For me as much as Lexi."

Swallowing the guilt the scratched at your throat, the acidic taste burning in the cuts it left behind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching as his cobalt blue gaze softened, accepting your unknowing deceit without hesitation. Even after all this time, Fez's trust in you remained steadfast, resolutely unwavering in the belief that you were a good person, despite all of your shortcomings and weaknesses. A faith that not even your parents seemed to have in you.

He left one last kiss on the back of your hand before you made your way toward the door, halting for just a moment as you inhaled deeply.

You would be back. Once you were better. If you ever got better. Because whilst addiction was an illness, it was chronic. It didn't pass like a cold, or the flu. You would feel the temptation lingering for the rest of your life. That much, you'd learned from the abysmal amount of NA meetings you'd attended.

You would never be cured. But you didn't want to flit between addict and recovering addict for the rest of your life. Because for once, that life seemed to have something worth staying around for. And it wasn't just Fez.

Your life as a child had been privileged. Much more so than others, and you had realized that whilst you could understand where your issues stemmed from, you couldn't blame the difficulties of your past and allow them to be your excuse for your future. You wanted to be a better person.

You wanted to be clean. Recovering. You wanted to be you again, even if you had absolutely no idea who that was, anymore.

Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, your head darted round quickly, meeting the dark coffee colored eyes of Ash. Silently, he watched you with an unrecognizable expression, and for a moment, you panicked, almost positive that he could read your mind.

A mournful smile fell on your lips, watching as his eyes fell to your bag. "I'll be back soon."

His dark eyes remained on you, but you could feel them relax a little, even from the distance across the room, and the boy simply nodded, his intense gaze finally dropping and allowing you to leave.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried fruitlessly to keep your tears at bay, knowing that if you let even one fall, the whole charade would crumble, and you'd end up back under the security of Fezco's bed sheet, relying on a man who simply didn't have the capability or expertise to help her. And why would he? He was a 21 year old, running two family businesses whilst bringing up his brother to the best of his ability. On top of taking care of his grandmother.

You were just another layer of stress that he didn't need. Not right now.

"Ay, you good?" The familiar voice of Custer made you flinch, hazy memories from a night that felt so long ago pushing at the brink of your consciousness and leaving a taste of how good forgetting could be.

"What're you doing here?" You prayed your voice didn't sound as meek as you were sure it did. Whilst you didn't particularly want to be rude to the guy, you also had no intentions of giving him any sort of pass. You didn't like him, and you didn't trust him. Even if Faye did.

"Seeing my girl. Where you off to?"

Furrowing your brows slightly, you watched as his fist clenched before his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, as if they couldn't stay still for even just a moment.

"Out. To uh... See a friend."

"Cool, cool. Your boy home?"

You wanted to tell him no. Tell him that nobody was home and his journey was a waste of time. But he knew damn well Faye didn't leave the house -- you weren't even certain if he knew she often frequented the store -- and there was at least some excuse for his appearance. So instead, you simply nodded, a forced smile on your lips as he passed, watching as he rounded the corner, out of your sight.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump and fumble to retrieve it out of your pocket, your heart settling as you recognized the name.

"You on your way?"

Clearing your throat, you nodded before realizing they couldn't see you, "Uh, yeah. Just left."

"Sure you don't want me to come get you?"

"-No, no. It's fine. I could use the walk to uh... clear my head. I'll see you at the church, though. I won't be long."

The voice sighed, and you knew they were hesitant, as if you would run off into the sunset instead, "Alright. Well, I'll be outside waiting when you get here."

"OK, cool. And Ali?" you heard him hum through the phone, awaiting your next few words, "Thanks. For all of this."

"Yeah, yeah," his warm laugh could be heard down the phone, "see you soon."

You placed your phone back into your pocket and took a long, deep breath in, ignoring the city air and trying to focus on steadying your heart. This would all be worth it.

Two letters had been left next to Lexi's card. 

Sure, Fez might've understood, but you knew his ocean eyes would've stopped you leaving, even if his words would've told you it was OK, maybe even insisted you went. Helped you pack a bag that you didn't have to hide away.

But you would've stayed. In his apartment. In a rut. In and out of an addiction that would inevitably kill you.

So a letter would have to do. It needed to do.

You passed by the closed store, eyes downcast as you refused to look in, despite knowing Fezco wasn't there, and didn't stop your pace until you were stood outside of a familiar house, the car in the drive way causing your palms to sweat.

All you had to do was drop off the letter. Put it in the post box and fucking run. You knew Rue wouldn't be there. She too, was at Lexi's play. But it wasn't her you were nervous to see.

Swallowing down your nervousness, you crossed the street and opened the old mailbox, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to exit as quickly as you'd arrived. A voice from the front door stopped you in your tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, you retrieved the letter, trying your best to not scrunch it up in your hands as you turned to the woman who somehow made you feel even more ashamed than you did every time you caught your own reflection.

"I'm sorry, I was just..." holding out the letter pathetically, you quickly stepped back as she approached you, her speed surprising you as she made it to you within a few strides.

"You need to leave before I call the damn cops."

"I know Rue isn't in, I'm not here to see her. I just wanted to give her-"

"Don't you think you've done enough damage? I don't give a damn what you want. You come within 10 feet of my daughter, and I swear to God-"

"Mom," a voice desperately called from the house, and you recognized Rue's little sister watching you both with a furrowed brow, disquiet evident on her face.

"Gia, baby, get back in the house. I got this."

"Mom, please. Come back inside-"

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry that I ever allowed you to stay in my daughter's life once I found out how you knew each other. Once I found out what you are."

Unable to hold eye contact, your eyes settled on your dirty converse, "I'm so sorry, Leslie. I know, I fucked up and-"

"Don't you dare. I don't want your apology. My daughter doesn't want your apology. We just want you to stay the god damn hell away from us."

Leslie turned, storming back into the house, calling after Gia, but the young girl remained, large brown eyes boring into yours, unsure of her next move. Eventually, she peaked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her, her steps much smaller and slower than her mothers.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she intently watched your every move. Every breath.

"She has a chance of getting sober for real," Gia's voice was soft as tears collected along her lash line, "I know that it's not as simple as just... stopping. But... She has a chance, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin that."

Nodding, you felt your chin wobble. Not for yourself, and not even necessarily for Rue, either. But for the damage her addiction had caused those around her. This was the fallout of her self-destruction. And you had only aided that.

You'd helped crumble the buildings that were crushing everyone who loved Rue.

"I know I have no right to ask you this but uh..." sniffling, you wiped your sleeve under your eyes, almost angry at the small tear that had fallen, "Can you give this to her? You can read it first, if you need to, but I uh... I need her to read it. To know that I'm sorry. For everything."

Gia released a sigh, watching as you held out the crumpled letter, arms still wrapped around herself.

"Rue was an addict long before you came along, and she would've relapsed with, or without you. I know you didn't help, but... You didn't cause it, either. Rue... She's not been good for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. Ever since our dad..."

"I know. Well, I mean, I don't know, but... I know she's been through a lot. And I know she's a good person, and I don't wanna hinder that anymore."

"I'm sorry for what my Mom said. She's just-"

"No, not it's fine. I get it," you sent her a meek smile, as you nodded. Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt.

Only once Gia's fingers had gripped the envelope, did you turn and leave, hoping the tears would at least hold off until you got to the end of the road.

An apology. To the people you'd hurt. That was what Ali had told you. He was going to help you learn how to forgive yourself, but in the mean time, he had told you to learn to seek forgiveness in others. Whether or not they forgave you, whether or not you believed they should forgive you. All you could do was apologize. What they chose to do with that was out of your hands.

So once Fezco was sound asleep -- his body cloaking yours in a warmth that you'd struggled to draw yourself from -- you settled at the kitchen table, a school notebook open as you racked your brain for the right words.

A simple Sorry I fucked up your life didn't seem adequate enough, it barely scraped the surface of your feelings, but the longer your eyes bore into the lined page, the more you were able to sit with your emotions. And once you'd started, the words just didn't seem to stop.

You'd started with Rue. An apology, for doing what all addicts seemed to do and use her to get a fix. Sure, she was using just as much as you, and said she'd had no intentions of remaining sober, but you felt guilt regardless.

Your appearance couldn't of helped. Rue, who was used to using in secret, by herself, now had a friend to play with. One that was just as willing and as reckless as she was. It was a temptation that she couldn't decline. You knew you wouldn't have been able to, either.

You wanted Rue to know that she was a good person, and a good friend, despite her bad habits. But that they didn't have to define her. That she was so much bigger than this. That she deserved to be bigger than this. She just had to keep trying.

You wanted her to know that if some other alternate reality existed where neither of you had faced the challenges that led you down the paths you had taken, and you'd have still managed to find each other, you would've been friends. And even though you couldn't be sure whether that ending would ever happen in this reality, you could only wish your circumstances were different. But if you no longer being involved in Rue's life aided her sobriety, then so be it.

The next letter was addressed to Ash. Not only apologizing for turning his life upside down since your arrival, but for him feeling like he had to protect you. Whether he liked it or not, he was a kid, and he deserved to have the life that was so tragically torn away from his brother.

You asked him, pleaded with him, to remain kind to Fez. And whilst you knew the eldest sibling would need his support, you only hoped Ash would also seek the sanctuary that only his big brother could provide.

You'd never seen the type of loyalty that the brothers held for each other before. Never felt that loyalty, until Ash had shown you the night of Mouse's death. Of course, you never mentioned that in the letter -- you weren't stupid enough to incriminate either of you in regards to the drug dealers death -- but you hoped he knew how appreciative you were of him, despite the inner turmoil that he'd felt the need to protect you in the first place.

Faye's letter was much shorter, but you had to apologize for putting her in the position you had a few weeks earlier. You didn't know how she felt bout it now, but you'd seen her lingering, sorrowful glances as she passed you, your body curled up on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and soaked in regret.

Fez's letter.

Well... that was much harder.

Buzzing in your pocket, you phone pulled you out of your pity party. Wiping the few tears that had trickled down your cheeks away, you didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.

You weren't too far from the church that held your NA meetings, and you fully expected it to be Ali, ringing once more just to double check if you still wanted him to pick you up from there or not. Especially now it had started to drizzle.

"What?" You sighed, voice trembling a little more than you'd liked. the voice sounded calm enough down the phone, and you felt a little guilty for answering so bluntly.

"Now?" Pulling your phone away from your face to check the time, you still had the best part of an hour before you had to meet Ali, "Yeah. Sure, fine. But I gotta be quick."

Finally arriving at the apartment building just off Kemper street, the door opened before you even had to knock, the seemingly sweet woman's smile faltering slightly as she took in your appearance, "Oh, you're soaking. Come on in. I'm sure I have some spare clothes somewhere."

"It's fine, really, Laurie. I have extra." You motioned toward the bag on your back, causing her eyebrows to raise slightly,

"You're not going somewhere, are you?"

Watching as she sat down on the couch, you tried to swallow down your discomfort.

"Oh, uh... No. Not really. Just staying with a friend for a while."

"Trouble in paradise?" She smiled before quietly thanking Bruce Jr when he placed some folded up clothes beside her.

"No, nothing like that. Just a uh... change of scenery, I guess. Look, I really do have to get going-"

"You can't walk around in those clothes, you'll catch your death. Change into these, and I'll get yours into the dryer. Bathroom is down the hall."

"I have to meet someone-"

"-It won't take a minute to dry. Then Bruce will drop you wherever you have to go. C'mon. I don't bite."

Knowing that the easiest way to get out of here would be to entertain Laurie's fussing, you allowed her to help you, making your way toward the bathroom and changing, giving her the damp clothes once you were dressed.

"Now, you know back after we first met? When I did you a favor? And I said, one day, I'll need you to return that favor. And when I did, I expected your help, no and, if's or buts?"

Despite the cold chill that the rain had left you with, you suddenly felt a little too warm. Sure, you'd agreed to help Laurie, but you had been in a moment of weakness, willing to agree to almost anything for your next fix.

"I'm, uh... I'm not really doing that anymore."

Sending you a tight-lipped smile, you could sense how forced it was despite being on the other side of the sofa, "Oh, that's not important right now, sweetheart. But I do have an issue that I need your help with."

Licking your lips, you could only nod, hoping that you could just get out a little sooner.

"Good girl," the words felt patronizing, but her tone remained soft, "You see, there's this girl who agreed to take a lot of drugs off my hands, promising I'd get a good turn out. Only problem is, she's a first time dealer and I'm yet to have any repayments."

Wringing your hands in your lap, you could feel them begin to shake, "Oh, I mean... I'm not really useful when it comes to shit like that. I'm not exactly... intimidating."

A mocking smirk settled over the woman's face as her dark slate eyes settled over your face, "Oh, that's not what I'm asking of you. But she needs to learn a lesson, and I'm afraid, you're part of the collateral damage."

Any words you had died on your tongue the moment you felt a thump, barely able to recognize the searing pain as your vision turned black, and you fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Looking down at his watch, Ali sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Leaning against his truck now the rain had stopped, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew he should've picked you up.

He'd got here early and had been parked outside since, so he knew he hadn't missed you. Instead, he had a terrible gut feeling that you had changed your mind. He'd been so close to getting through to you. To finally breaking down the walls that you had bloodied and bruised your hands to build, fighting him tooth and nail at every turn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn't need his help.

And then there you were, pushing yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair.

At first, he'd assumed the scrape of your chair indicated your leaving, and he had to fight to school his features as you walked passed him, making your way to the front of the small hall, eyes brimming with tears of acceptance, hands wringing in self-doubt and insecurities as you introduced yourself to the group for the first time,

"-and I'm an addict."

He had intended to speak to you after the meeting, but you'd found him first, and after a long chat, he'd agreed to let you stay with him until a room became available at the impatient hospital. He didn't question your current living situation, and the only thing you'd told him was that you weren't sure it was a place you could commit to getting sober. Not right now, at least. Not without help.

So before he left this evening, he'd set up the spare room with fresh sheets and extra pillows, placed a few books around the room, along with a jarred candle.

He could honestly say he was a little surprised by your no-show. Normally someone in your situation would only follow through with receiving help once they asked for it, and he knew from personal experience how low you had to fall before you'd ask for help. He wasn't sure you could fall any deeper without digging yourself a grave.

So when you hadn't shown up an hour and a half later and your phone had repeatedly gone to voicemail, he took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor -- his boot stomping on it despite the puddle already putting it out -- before clambering back into his car, a deep sigh leaving him as he pulled away.

All he could do was hope that once you got your shit together, you'd call him, and you could both try again.

The empty apartment was silent, shattered glass lay on the floor and not one wall was left untarnished, decorated in a flurry of bullet holes, and on the floor, the once white envelopes were splattered in blood, the deep crimson liquid distorting the words that were scribbled across the page.

Fez.

I need you to know, first and foremost, thank you. For everything. But I also need you to know how sorry I am. For everything.

I met you at a time in my life that seemed perfect. You had exactly what I needed. Supply and demand, I guess. But what I didn't realize that it was so much more than that. Not only did you have what I needed, but you were what I needed.

I know it feels like I'm rambling, and I know you're probably confused by this letter, but I need you to know, I'm not going to make it to Lexi's play tonight. But please, go for the both of us. I'm sure it'll be fantastic and please let her know how sorry I am to be missing it.

The night we met, you had shown me a kindness I had never known. You, a total stranger, took care of me when I was nothing less than horrible to you. I'm sorry for my original impression of you. I thought you were an average, run of the mill high school drop-out, who cared little about anything other than himself, hanging out at high school parties because he wasn't worth shit.

Now I know how wrong I was.

You, Fezco O'Neill, are anything but ordinary. And I'm sorry I took so long to allow myself to see that.

The man I know you to be is extraordinary. Supporting Ash, running a business, and taking care of your Grandmother are not small feats, and I'm so sorry that not many people know the real you. The one you allowed me to get to know. The guy who spins me around the room, dancing to the end credits of Stand By Me. The guy who spent far too long curled up with me on the bathroom floor whilst I was at my worst. The guy who did everything in his power to keep me safe, even if that meant going against his own beliefs.

I'm sorry that I took your hand and dragged you down to hell with me. I'm sorry for the cruel person I turned into at my lowest. I'm sorry that I'm not the person you deserve, not right now, at least.

I'm still in East Highland, but I needed to leave. I need support that I shouldn't unfairly rely on you for. I need someone with experience, so they can help teach me ways to cope with being sober, just until a position at a center opens up. It could be weeks, it could be months. But just know I'm safe. And, should things go to plan, and I remain here, I am most definitely sober. Trust me, my sponsor is a total killjoy. Which is exactly what I need, I suppose.

I know this might not work. I know that addiction isn't just a coat that I can take off once I've outgrown it. But I need to try. I deserve to try. For myself, as much as anyone else.

I'm sorry I had to leave this way, and I hate that we both know you'd have supported my decision if I'd told you. But we both know, I wouldn't have been able to leave you, had you known. All you'd of had to do was ask me to stay, and I would've. But I need to do this. I have to make this all count for something. To make myself count for something. Otherwise, what's the point?

When I come back. I'll be better. For you, for Ash. For myself.

I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you.

Fin...

...Pour le moment

...

Hi there.

I just wanted to leave a quick authors note to say thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, commented on, and enjoyed this story. Your support has been incredible and genuinely warms my heart so much.

I’m not going to ramble on because I’m not sure anyone even reads these things, but I hope you all have a wonderful new year and a lovely 2023. Stay safe, stay kind, and I hope that if you decide to stick around, you’ll enjoy the other stories I will be putting out. And if not, then I hope I’ll see you again once Season 3 of Euphoria is out.

So much love. Thank you once again. <3

#mixed drinks and smoke rings #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #fezco x you #fezco fanfiction #fezco smut #fezco x y/n #fez imagine #fez x you #fez fanfiction #fez smut #fez x reader #fez fanfic #fez euphoria #euphoria fanfiction

[eufezco]

#SUMMARY - in which Fezco has to save you from your disastrous household.

#GENRE - angst, fluff

#PAIRING - fezco x reader!jacobs

From: You , To: Fezco

are you awake? ✓✓

From: Fezco , To: You

i am ✓✓

u good? ✓✓

From: You , To: Fezco

can i come over? please ✓✓

From: Fezco , To: You

yeah ✓✓

you need me to go? ✓✓

You didn't reply to that message, and it wasn't necessary because Fezco was already getting his car keys. You just needed to wait until Fez was here. You grabbed a bag and started packing some underwear, your phone charger, and some money. Fezco gave you a missed call and you looked through the window to check that his car was outside your house. You got out of your room and went down the stairs on your tiptoes, trying to not wake up anyone. "Where the fuck are you going?"

Your brother Nate was leaning on the handrail, watching you sneak out of the house at almost 3 am. "I-I´m leaving. I can't stay here." You turned your back to him, not even wanting to look at him in the eyes. "You are so selfish y/n. Leaving your family like this." It was the only thing he could say to you. Probably you were being selfish, leaving your house when your family was falling apart. "You'd the same if you could."

You went to the door, trying not to step on your dad's pee. This was so embarrassing and you felt like you could throw up. Nate went down the stairs after you and grabbed the latch of the door before you could do it. He looked at you in the eyes, seeing how scared and affected you were after what happened. Nate felt sorry for you, you weren't like them and he saw in your eyes how hard you were trying to not be like them. But your last name was still Jacobs and the popularity of your family will hunt you forever, so there was not much you could do. Your lower lip started to tremble in fear. You thought about screaming, Fezco would hear you and would break down the door without second thoughts, but you would wake up your mom and Aaron, and you didn't want to do that. "I fucking hate you. I hope you never step into this house ever again." Your brother marked every word he said. His hand left the latch and not even a second passed when you grabbed it and opened the door.

You would've prefer not to do it, but you looked back as you stepped out of the house. Your brother's hateful gaze not leaving you. Fezco got out of the car the moment he saw you going out of the house, he was ready to burst into it if you weren't coming out in the next minute. He kissed your forehead and took your bag off your shoulder, putting it on the trunk of his car. Nate was still watching you from the door, he and Fez made eye contact until Nate finally closed the door. You and Fezco got into his car and you tried to fasten your seat belt but your shaking hands wouldn't let you. "It's okay ma'. I gottchu." He took the seat belt off your hands and fastenned it for you.

He drove to his house with a hand on your thigh, giving it the sweetest strokes with his thumb. He understood that you didn't want to talk about it, but he just needed to know one thing. "Is it 'cause of your brother?" You shook your head. He nodded. Fezco was glad, but he didn't think that you were telling him the whole truth. Nate was there when you got out of the house, Fezco saw him and he didn't believe he was kissing your cheek and saying good night to you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window. "Ash asked for you. I think he's waiting for us 'cause he woke up when I was leaving." You showed Fez a little smile. You loved Ash and Fez knew his brother would do anything for you.

"We're here, baby." Fez shook your leg gently to wake you up. The last minutes of the ride your eyes gave up and you fell asleep, head against the window and enjoying the soft music playing in the car. You got out of the car freezing to death while Fezco took your bag and Ash opened the door of the house for you. He was wearing the cute pajamas you got him for one of his birthdays. The kid moved an aside to let you and his brother go inside, you showed Ash a little smile and went to Fezco's room. You fell onto the bed, hiding your head in the pillows. You could hear the conversation the brothers were having in the living room.

"What happened?"

"Family shit."

"Talk to her."

"I think she wants to be alone now man."

"Hell nah, go talk to her."

Fezco knocked on the door of his room even though it was open. You curled up on his bed not wanting him to notice that you've been crying. You didn't care about crying in front of Fezco, you knew he would never use your weakness against you, but you didn't want him to see you crying because of your family. You felt him sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. "Was it your father?" You shivered and your lip started trembling again. "He was drunk." You managed to say. Fez wasn't sure if he should ask you or just wait until you were ready to tell him. You sat up on the bed, your eyes puffy thanks to the nap you took in Fezco's car and to the crying. "He peed on the floor." You burst into tears. Fezco frowned, did he misheard that? Your head fell onto his chest as he hugged your body closer to his, still confused.

You got out of you room at the same time Nate got out of his. Your dad's laugh echoing through the house. You followed your brother to where your mom and Aaron were. "What's going on?" You and Nate stood between them two. "Dad's standing in the foyer with his dick out." You looked away as soon as your eyes landed on your dad. Ew, you thought. "What the fuck are you doing?" Cal kept laughing and saying nonsenses, your brother Nate gradually getting more angry, you could tell because how heavy his breathing was.

"You guys should've seen me tonight, I don't know if you would've been proud, but you might have been impressed." Your mom went where your father was and tried to stop him from saying more stupidities. "You know how many men I've fucked?"

"Cal, stop it."

"Y/n, do you know how many men I've fucked?" Your brother Nate shook his head at you. "Dad, why are you saying this?" Aaron asked him. "I fucked a man for the first time when you..." Cal pointed at Aaron. "...where in your mama's belly." You swore if you heard Aaron asking "What's going on" or "What are you talking about" one more time you'll punch him in the face.

"Here's the funny thing If I said that I went to the strip club and I picked up a real grade-A piece of ass, huge tits, shaved pussy and I fucked the shit out of her in my truck, you wouldn't be one-tenth as appalled as you are right now. You're a bunch of hypocrites." This situation was completely disgusting to you, Nate ran his hand over his face. "I'm a man, I'll fuck who ever I want whenever I want. I'll fuck men, I'll fuck women, I'll fuck transexuals and I'll have a mighty fine time doing it." Nobody dared to say anything either because of the shame or because of the anger. Your mum gave up and announced that she was going back to bed. "Living a double life? Not my biggest regret. You two are." Your dad pointed at you and Nate. The only thing you and Nate had in common was your terrible relationship with your dad. But you couldn't deny that what he just said hurt you. "But let's be honest, we all live double lives. Don't give me that look Marsha." After that, he accused your mom of cheating on him. He talked about Aaron's porn which made you want to throw up. "Nathaniel, your whole life is a fucking secret. A mistery. I wish yours was too y/n. You were the only one out of you three I had all my hopes on and you are ruinning your life by dating that drug dealer that beated the shit out of me. " He laughed remembering that moment. " You are just like your mom; a greedy slut that would get on her knees for some attention." Now he laughed at you. "Come on, we all know you are better than that y/n. Dating a fucking drug dealer? Shit, you're really lonely, aren't you?" Aaron and Nate waited for you to say something back to him but it was easier for you to go back to your room. And so you did.

Fez listened closely to what you were saying. "I'm so sorry y/n." He kissed your temple as you sobbed. "You are staying here, with me and Ash forever."

"I can't Fez, I have to-"

"Hell nah, I ain't letting you go back to that fucking place. You are staying here, Ash and I'll go and get your things." Fez couldn't deny that he felt guilty, your father said those things to you because of him. You felt asleep between his arms, Fez thinking about the things he'd do for you. He was madly in love, he'd risk it all for you.

#fezco smut #euphoria smut #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #fezco x you #fez smut #fezco imagine #fezco fluff #euphoria fluff #fez fluff #fez imagine #fez x y/n #fez x you #fezco angst #euphoria angst

[chazzadotcom]

Can you plz write something along the lines of reader being with Fez but when Fez as Lexi start to get too close, reader starts o hang out with Elliot more and by the time Fez realizes he's made a mistake reader is falling for Elliot already

it doesn’t matter what you do.

A/n: i haven’t watched all of the show so i’ll try and write this as best as i can!! also sorry this took so long and is quite short i got such bad writing block!!

You knew something was off the day Lexi Howard first came by the store, the subtle looks between them, the way that Fez smiled at her in a way he’d never smiled at you before. You could tell something was wrong but you didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be doing anything like that with her, could he?

Turns out he could.

You caught him and Lexi kissing at a random party one night, YOUR boyfriend kissing someone else. You could say it broke your heart, but your heart hadn’t been with Fez for a while, you both knew you were on the rocks you just didn’t want to admit it to each other and to yourselves.

Things changed when Elliot moved to your school, there was something about him that just made you both click. You became inseparable from his first day, he made you laugh in ways you’d never laughed before and made butterflies appear in your stomach that you’d never really had with Fez.

The only problem you had was that you were technically still together, you both had moved on from each other, you just needed to sit down with him and have that conversation.

When you both finally got round to it, there was no bad feelings, you still loved Fez and he still loved you, but you both weren’t right for each other, and that was okay, you were still friends, and it just meant you were able to explore things with Elliot and he was able to explore things with Lexi. Even if you already knew he had explored things with Lexi, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you knew.

You were thinking about it when you were going to split up with him, but you felt like you didn’t need to, you both had other reasons for not being together aside from him cheating on you, but could you even call it cheating if at that point your hearts weren’t even with each other.

#euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria x male reader #euphoria x female reader #euphoria x gn reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #fez x you #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fez x reader #fez euphoria

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Fezco’s House Part 3 — Matilda

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x female!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Fezco finally has everything he’s ever dreamed of.

A/N: This is the final part of my Fezco’s House trilogy, an epilogue of sorts, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic, too! Based on the song Matilda by Harry Styles, but I swear it isn’t as sad as the song — it’s basically pure fluff!

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Fez walks through the back door of his house, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air conditioning washed over him. He heads into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and leans against the counter as he takes a long sip. His wife flutters into the room and wipes at an invisible stain on the countertop, humming to herself as she does so.

“Whoa, chill out, ma, everything looks perfect,” he says with a chuckle, and reaches out to grab her wrist, stopping her mid-wipe. He pulls her to his chest and pries the sponge out of her hands, tossing it into the sink before wrapping his arms around her waist. “What’s up?”

“I’m just worried that Cassie and Maddy won’t like our little farmhouse,” she answers with a sigh.

“Rue and Jules love it, ‘m sure Cassie and Maddy will too.” Fez leans in and kisses her on the forehead.

“Yeah, but Rue and Jules live in a cottage on the beach, not a sleek New York high-rise.” Before Fez can respond, soft cries erupt from the baby monitor on top of the fridge. Y/N moves towards the stairs, but Fez holds her back.

“I’ll get ‘im,” he says and points his wife to the fridge. “Grab a Sprite and put your feet up for a bit, ‘kay? Don’t want ya to be all riled up when they get here.” Y/N nods and grabs a soda, but instead of sitting down, she steals Fez’s spot on the counter so she can watch through the video monitor as he picks up their son and rocks him gently to get him to settle down.

“‘S okay buddy, ‘M here,” he whispers against the boy’s soft forehead. “You don’t gotta cry no more.” The baby sniffles a few times before finally quieting down, and then he burrows himself into Fez’s chest, making his dad laugh. “You hungry?” The boy makes a quiet cooing sound. “‘Let’s go see mama and I’ll get you a bottle, alright?” They disappear off of the screen, and reappear in the kitchen a minute later. Fez hands off the kid and pulls a bag of breast milk from the freezer, getting a bottle ready with world-record breaking speed.

“Hi, baby, did you have a good nap?” Y/N mutters, smiling down at her son. He giggles and lifts a hand up to grab a fistful of her hair, which makes her laugh.

“Unca Ass?” he asks, looking around the room with wide eyes.

“He’ll be back soon, baby, he’s picking your aunties up from the airport.” The boy frowns, and Y/N is worried he’s going to start crying again, but Fez swoops in with a bottle and scoops him back up.

“I’mma let you hold this, G, but don’t drop it, ‘kay?” Fez says, a stern look on his face as he hands the bottle over.

“‘Kay,” the boy responds with a serious nod. It’s one of the only words he knows, but Fez’s heart still swells each time he hears it.

A few minutes later, the front door slams open and they hear a familiar clinking sound as Ash drops his keys on the table in the entryway.

“We’re back,” he yells into the house as he races up the stairs, presumably to get away from the four loud women he had to pick up.

“Where’s my nephew?” Jules’ excited voice travels through the hallway and into the kitchen.

“We’re in here!” Y/N calls, excitement bubbling out of her and into her voice. Jules squeals and pulls Rue by the hand to the kitchen. Cassie and Maddy follow at a slower pace, taking in the framed photos on the walls as they go.

As soon as Jules is visible, the baby tries to break free. Fez notices his son’s grip loosening on the bottle and squats down a bit to catch it before it hits the floor.

“What’d I say about the bottle?” he says, giving his son a fake-glare. When the boy just giggles in return, he cracks a smile.

“Holy fuck,” Maddy says as she enters the room. “You’re, like, a dad.” Her stunned gaze is stuck on Fez and the small child squirming in his arms.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you have a kid,” Fez says as he hands the boy to Jules.

“Did you miss your Auntie Jules?” She coos at him and he nods, burying his shy smile in her neck.

“Hey, kid,” Rue says, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

Cassie runs straight to Y/N, nearly knocking her over in a hug.

“Bitch, you live on a literal farm,” she squeals. Y/N laughs and nods with a sheepish smile.

“Careful,” Fez warns, reaching a hand out behind his wife’s back to steady her. The blonde gives him a confused look, but before she can say anything about it, Maddy’s squeal interrupts.

“What the fuck is this?” Maddy shrieks as she snatches something off of the fridge. “Y/N, holy shit!” She turns to look at the woman in question, who is blushing slightly, and holds up the sonogram photos for everyone else to see.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” Jules squeals, reaching out with her free hand to squeeze Y/N on the shoulder.

“I’m only fifteen weeks along,” she says, shrugging Cassie off, who immediately runs to Maddy’s side to look at the pictures. “We were gonna tell you at twelve, but figured since you were coming up for Henry’s birthday, anyways, we’d just tell you in person.”

“Is Henry getting a baby brother or a baby sister?” At the sound of his name, Henry’s head pops up and he looks around the room with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sis-er!” Henry exclaims. Though he doesn’t actually understand what a sister is, he’s heard his parents talk about it enough to know to be excited. The adults in the room laugh

“Damn, Fez, you’re going to have a daughter?” Rue says, flashing a grin at her friend.

“I can barely believe it,” he answers honestly. “We just found out last week.”

***

The next morning, Fez and Y/N wake up early with Henry while the rest of their friends sleep in. Henry nibbles happily on the Cheerios and cut-up strawberries on his high-chair tray, while Fez and Y/N sit at the table with coffee and tea, respectively. Y/N’s phone buzzes and she flips it over to reveal a text from her dad. ‘Tell Henry happy birthday for me.’ She slides the phone across the table to her husband.

“Should I have invited him?” she asks, voice soft as she looks up at him with watery eyes. “I feel bad. He just got out of rehab and he’s making an effort.”

“You don’t owe him nothing,” Fez answers, pushing the phone to the side and reaching across the table to grab her hand.

“I know, I just feel like Henry should have his grandpa in his life. And I haven’t seen him since I graduated, and…” She trails off and gestures vaguely around them, at their nice farmhouse and large plot of land.

“This ain’t got shit to do with him. We built this life together. Just ‘cause he decided to get clean don’t mean he’s changed. He’s still the asshole who sent his teenage daughter to buy drugs for him, who ignored you for years after your sister died. You don’t gotta feel sorry for leaving him behind. He left you first.” Y/N nods, and a single tear falls onto the wooden table, leaving a small water mark.

“Yeah, mommy,” Henry echoes, though he has no idea what his parents are talking about. She lets out a watery giggle and wipes at her eyes.

“You’re right,” she tells Fez through a shaky breath. “Henry’s got a whole town full of people who love him. He’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” Fez says, smiling softly at her. “Now c’mon, chin up mama, it’s not every day that your son turns one. We got a party to get ready for!”

“Party!” Henry yells, throwing his hands up in the air and flinging a Cheerio across the room.

“Yeah, buddy, it’s your party day!” Y/N exclaims, reaching over to tickle his tummy. She cocks her head at Fez. “D’you think Ash will pick up the cake for me?”

“M not your errand boy,” Ash grumbles as he shuffles into the kitchen.

“Bro, shut up, you always been my errand boy,” Fez teases, ruffling his brother’s hair as he stands up and crosses the room to make Ash a cup of coffee.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only ‘cause Y/N shouldn’t be carrying heavy shit in her condition.” Ash plops down in Fez’s seat and crosses his arms.

“‘Her condition,’” Fez barks out a laugh. “This isn’t Victorian England, dude, you can say the word ‘pregnant.’”

“I know, it’s just weird.” A blush creeps up Ash’s cheeks as he looks down at the table in front of him. Fez sets a mug down in front of him and then pulls Ash into a headlock.

“It’s weird that she’s pregnant with my baby? That I impregnated her?” Fez yells straight into Ash’s ear. Henry giggles as he watches his dad and his uncle play-flight, and claps his hands when Fez tackles Ash to the ground and pins him there.

“Get the fuck off me, bro,” Ash shouts, thrashing to try and throw his brother off. Fez holds him there for another minute before rolling off of him in a fit of laughter. “When did you get so fucking strong, jeez.”

“Good ol’ fashioned manual labor’ll do that to you.”

“Fez? Doing manual labor? I’d pay to see that,” Maddy jokes as she emerges down the stairs.

“Hey! Who’d you think built that chicken coop? Or the fence for the goats?” Fez whines. Maddy shoots a stunned look at Y/N.

“It’s true,” Y/N confirms with a giggle. “He’s gotten really into woodworking since we’ve moved here.”

“And someone needs to take care of the fuckin’ animals.” He shoots a fake glare at his wife.

“You’re the one who wanted a farm so badly, buddy. Speaking of which, could you go pick some vegetables for the salad?”

“Yes, dear.” Fez’s tone is sarcastic and he gives his wife a mock-salute before grabbing a basket from the stack next to the back door and disappearing into the yard.

“Okay, who the fuck is that and what did you do with the real Fez?” Maddy asks, sitting down next to Y/N with a cup of coffee in her hands.

Once everyone was awake, party prep began in earnest. Much to her dismay, Y/N’s friends didn't let her help. She directed them like she was a general and they were her soldiers, and had to begrudgingly admit that everything turned out perfect. When the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the first guests, she was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

“Coming, coming!” she calls out as she races down the stairs. Behind the door, their neighbors Nancy and Greg are standing on the porch, holding a giant stuffed goat with a blue bow tied around its neck. “Hi, guys! Oh my gosh, that is so cute, Henry’s going to love it. C’mon in, everyone’s out back.” She ushers them through the kitchen and out into the backyard.

Once all of the guests have arrived, Fez starts up the grill and waits for it to heat up so he can start making dinner. Y/N sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. He turns in her arms, smiling down at her. They watch as the party continues. Henry is toddling after the three year old girl and six year old boy from three doors down. When he stumbles and falls to the ground, they both lurch forwards, but Cassie beats them to it and scoops the boy up into her arms. His lower lip wobbles, but tears don’t fall; she spins around with him on her hip and the sweet late-summer air is filled with toddler giggles instead. Fez leans down to press a kiss to the top of his wife’s head and smiles into her hair.

“We did good, huh?” he mutters so only she can hear. She leans into his chest and nods, smiling as Cassie and Henry are swarmed by their friends.

“Yeah, Fezzy, we did good.”

Taglist: @kittygreen16

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[aviawrites]

the ones who stayed (euphoria)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝(?), 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞!𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐅𝐞𝐳, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞💀. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐦𝐤👀. 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐥𝐲<𝟑

“Oh no,” You softly grab the candy wrapper from the tiny baby, “you can’t eat this.”

Hailey makes small grabby hands at the plastic and you see her face go red, a tell tale sign that she’s preparing the waterworks. Thinking quickly, you grab her pacifier that’s dangling from her blues clues onesie and gently pop it into her mouth, keeping the tears at bay. 

You leave a set of building blocks in front of her as you get up, making your way toward the kitchen. You see Ash at the dinner table, feet propped up and scrolling away on his phone.

“Ash, could you warm up one of the bottles in the fridge?” You ask, tossing the plastic into the trash.

“Can’t,” he mutters, “homework.”

Just as you’re about to call out his lie, you hear babbling noises from the living room, followed by small cries. The good ol’ pacifier trick failed you. 

“Nice try.” You pull his phone from his hands, clearly not on any school work, “Bottle. Now.”

He sighs hard, “Why can’t you do it?”

“Because you never help out and Hailey’s 2 seconds away from crying.” You remark. Your suspicions are confirmed once you hear the baby start wailing, “And feet off the table.”

Ash lets out a heavy exasperated sigh before kicking his feet off of the table and trudging to the fridge.

You walk back into the living room and pick up baby Hailey.

“Oh honey,” you coo, “what’s the matter?”

You mentally check all of the baby boxes:

Has she been fed? Check.

Has she been bathed? Check.

Played with? Check.

Changed? …Shit.

You raise her up and turn her body, being met with a putrid smell. 

“I see.” You nod, carrying her into the pink and beige themed nursery.

You begin changing her, moving like a machine from how often you’ve done it by now. 9 months of having this baby and Fez has changed maybe 5 diapers. Of course, Ash would rather die than try.

You’re strapping a new diaper on when you hear the doorbell ring. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s probably another sign off package.

“Baby!” You call, “Could you get that?”

You wait for an answer, but it never comes. You peek your head out of the bathroom to see Fez on a phone call in the bedroom. 

“Oh, nevermind.” You mouth, realizing he’s busy.

You quickly snap Hailey’s onesie back one before scooping her up and flipping the bathroom light off. You hear three knocks again.

“Coming!” You shout. You see Ash still grabbing a bottle from the fridge, obvious that he didn’t start until you walked back in the room.

You unlock the deadbolt and knob lock before swinging the door open.

“Hey, you could-“ Your words are taken from you when you’re met with the man on the other side.

It’s not a delivery man who you could tell to leave your package at the door to…nowhere near. In place of him, it was the one man that could make you sick just by looking at him. The man who left you in a time of need. The man who Hailey should’ve grown up knowing instead of Fez.

At your door, was Nate Jacobs.

“Y/N…” He looks down on you, something you’ve always hated. He was so tall, towering over anyone and everyone.

“Nate. W- What are you-“ You struggle to find words, “Why are you here?” 

“I wanted to talk to you.” He says, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. His gaze shifts from you to the baby girl in your arms.

Your hand raises to her head and you turn it away from him, shielding her from him like he’s a monster.

“It’s a little late for that.” 

“I know.” He lowers his head shamefully, “I know that. But I was hoping…” he trails off.

You look at him with wide eyes, not recognizing the look in his. It wasn’t selfishness or anger, like you were used to. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was love.

“What’s her name?” 

“Hailey…” You slowly remove your hand from her. She whips her head back around with a big smile, her gleaming eyes looking right back at him.

“Hailey.” He sighs, looking back to you, “I’m gonna ask you something. And when I do, you have to listen, okay?”

You scrunch your face up at his audacity to make demands at your house.

 “I don’t have to do sh-“ You stop yourself, not wanting to cuss in the presence of a baby, “I don’t have to listen to a word you say.”

“Fair.” He nods, “But Y/N, I know I fucked up.” He swears anyway, “Okay? I know that. And I know there isn’t anything I can do to make up for lost time. But I’m asking you to please, please let me be a part of Hailey’s life.”

You almost burst into laughter at his request, scoffing as you begin to simply shut the door on him.

“Wait.” He holds it open.

“Nate.” You warn him.

“Just give me a chance.” He begins, you reluctantly reopen the door. “I’ll do it right this time. I promise, I’ll show you. I care for you, Y/N. Both of you.”

“Oh, you do?” You ask, “Where was that care when you told me to get rid of her, huh? Where was that care when I was crying my eyes out alone every night without you? Where was that care when I was in agonizing pain birthing my baby?” 

“Y/N, I know and I’m sorry-“

“No, fuck your sorry, Nate!” You shout, disregarding your previous attempts at pureness.

Just as you raise your voice, you see Ash’s figure walk up beside you. He slowly hands you the warm bottle, eyeing Nate. There’s no way Ash doesn’t recognize Nate from the store and vice versa, and there’s no way this could end well.

“Ash-“ You go to grab him, but he’s run off before you can. He’s rushed into your bedroom, undoubtedly to tell Fez who’s at the front door.

“Was that-“ Nate watches him run into the house, “Was that the kid from the corner store?”

“Ashtray.” You mumble.

“Ashtray. That drug dealer’s kid?” 

“It’s not his kid.” You correct, “And that drug dealer has done your job for a year now, significantly better than you ever could have.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “don’t tell me Fezco is who’s been raising her. That’s who’s car’s outside?” He asks, visibly getting angry.

“If you wanna judge me you can get the hell away from our house.”

“Our? He lives here!?”

“Don’t yell at me Nate-“

“Does he fucking live here?!-“

His screaming halts abruptly as his gaze shifts over your shoulder. You don’t even have to turn around to know who’s behind you.

“You got a problem?” He death stares Nate.

Nate brings his tone down immensely as soon as he speaks to Fez, it pisses you off that he obviously has more respect for him than you.

“I just wanna hold my kid, man.” 

“Nah, this not your kid no more.” Fez wraps an arm around your waist.

Nate reaches his hand out to touch Hailey’s head, “I just wanna…”

“Back up.” Fez slightly pushes his chest, shoving him back.

“Dude,” Nate catches himself, “it’s my baby, I made it. Just let me hold her.” 

“You made it and left them.” He steps in front of you, “You’re not holding shit.”

Nate looks to you with pain in his eyes, “Y/N…” He pleads.

You begin to stroke Hailey’s head, remembering the life Nate left behind without a second thought.

“I think you should leave.” You say, almost at a whisper.

You can physically see the hopeful look in his eyes dull as he stares at you. He looks at you like you owe him something, like you should feel bad for not letting him hold the child that he abandoned. 

You have no idea what’s happening in Nate’s life, but he had to be at rock bottom to show this level of what seemed like raw emotion. His entire demeanor was unrecognizable compared to the one he had when you knew him. Regardless, there was no way you were giving him a second chance that easily, not when he already made his decision.

Nate holds eye contact with you up until Fez ushers him off of the door step. You kiss Hailey’s head as you retreat back to your living room, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

…

“Should I have let him?” You ask, sitting criss cross, hands in your lap.

“Hell no,” he rubs your back, “that motherfucker shouldn’t have even come up here talking crazy like that, ma.”

“I know.” You sigh, “I just feel guilty. I mean, he didn’t even know her name.”

“And he didn’t deserve to, alright? We know her name, her favorite color, her smile… her everything. We got this, ma. We’ve been doing fine on our own, fuck him.” He interlaces his fingers with yours.

“Fuck him.” You smile wide, pressing a soft kiss into his lips.

Ash, Fez, and Hailey were the only ones you needed, the only ones who cared; and most importantly, the only ones who stayed.

#euphoria #fezco #fezco fluff #fezco fic #fez x you #fezco x y/n #fezco imagine #fez euphoria #nate jacobs #nate euphoria #euphoria imagine #pregnancy #baby #nate jacobs fic #euphoria fic

[pixiedust0]

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟷𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 -  𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"You don't get to be done!" the anger in her voice almost scared him, she had never reacted like that towards him. Sure they argued but he had never see her this angry. He had never made her this angry. "Well I am." the huff that escaped his throat was like breath of fresh air even if it was for a moment. "That's not how we work fez you don't just get to blow up at me and tell me your done." he could practically hear are heart breaking as her eyes started to water. He never wanted to hurt Y/N like this he loved her more than he had ever loved anything before. 

To be painfully honest, that's what scared him.He could tell you the exact second he fell in love with her. It was about a month after he moved in with his grandma. He had noticed her in school before she always had her hair in two ponytails depending on the day she would have different color ribbons. She always wore some kind of dress or skirt to match, her bright smile could light up any room. She had missed a week of school and he would always catch himself looking for her. But the day she had finally come to school again it was different there was no dress, no ribbon, so smile. 

He remembered the way her hair was in a messy bun, She wore jeans. Something he had never seen her wear before and they way her face look she was tired. He and never put any effort into to talking to her before and he didn't know why he decided to that day but he did. Now Fezco would admit he was a shy person but he could just tell she needed someone.

After almost spending the entire school day bothering her try to get her to talk to him he found out more than he excepted. Her mom had just pasted and she was left with her acholic father who didn't care if she went to school or not or if she ate. He had to basically beg her to come home with him after school where his grandma had helped her comb out her ratty hair and gave her actual food. The way she spoke to his grandmother the way the small girl made the old woman laugh. 

That's when he knew he was utterly in love Y/N L/N and there was absolute nothing he could do about it not that he wanted to anyway. Over time she came over more and more. Once her bastard of a father put his hands on her and she told kitty she had moved her in. Time past ashtray came along kitty got sick and it was up to them to keep the 'Family business' going and they did together. When Fez dropped out of high school freshman year so did she they were a team.

He found the courage to make the first move not longer after and they had been together ever since. They were each others first everything, first kiss, first time, first love. Y/n was fez's ride or die she would do anything for him with question but so would he. "I cant do this with you no mo Y/N" his hand ran over his face shaking slightly he didn't want to this apart of him hoped she would fight him on this he prayed she would.

 "Why not because we've been fighting for a little while well get over it, it's not a big deal." the way she spoke had his heart clenching her voice was so soft compared to what it was only moments ago. "nah bro this isn't no little while its been months." he could see ash shaking his head from the door way of his room silently pleading with him to stop. He knew although ash always knew stuff he didn't suspect him to.

"Did you just bro me really?" the laugh that escaped her after was anything but humors. "Y/N come on man." please fight. "Come on what, what the fuck do you want from me Fezco you want me to let you go, you want me to leave you really want to be done." no please god no. the anger in her voice slowly come back almost as if she flipped a switch. "Yes" the words escaping him burning to get out he felt like he could be sick. The Livingroom suddenly felt smaller. 

His eyes were locked on her trying hardest to read her. tell me to shut up tell me no, don't go i love you please. "fine" and with that she made a b-line for there room, his room. He just stood there for a minute not really comprehend what just happed. Finally ash spoke up snapping him back to reality. "your a fucking idiot." slamming his door shut before he had a change rebuttal not like Fez would if he wanted to. Ash was right he was an idiot he just stood there not knowing what to do.

After what felt like an eternity to him she finally came out of his room a couple of bag around her arms. "ill come get the rest of my stuff in a couple of days." she didn't even make eye contact with him she just stayed focused on the ground. "where you going." he didn't even know if he had the right to ask his the one who told you to leave. "My dads he sober now, I'm gonna go see what that's about." the laugh escaping her body was small it was there but small. 

He didn't even get a chance to respond before her body started moving towards the door opening it. "see ya O'Neill take care I love you." stepping outside the door before she could close it however he grab her face in his hands connecting there lips. The kiss was long neither one of them pulling away never wanting this moment end. Once he did pull away he brushed a piece of hair that fell in front her face behind her ear "i love you too ma." The small smile that broke it way on her face made his brain spin.

 "There it is." She laughed she just wanted hear him say it one more time. She slowly pulled away making her way to car before getting in and driving away. Like I said before they were each others first everything they just never thought they would be each others first heartbreak to.

#fez #fezco #fezco x y/n #fezco imagine #fezco o'neill #fezco and ashtray #fez x reader #fezco x reader #euphoria #euphoria fanfic #euphoria fic #euphoria fez #fezco fanfic #imagine #angst #fez x you #fezco x you

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin. 

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care. 

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard. 

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her. 

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one. 

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled. 

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.  

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A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

#fezco x reader #fez x you #fezco blurb #fezco euphoria #euphoria blurb #euphoria imagine #fezco x black!reader

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Complicated - Part 3

Fezco X Reader series Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary - Follows Season 2 Episode 1 events, a drug deal gone wrong, a New Years eve party, and Ashtray opens up to the reader about his thoughts on Fezco's and the readers relationship while Fezco is beating up Nate.

Song - Room for 2 by Benson Boone

Word Count - 3.4k

Warnings- Euphoria topics, mention of guns, drugs, alcohol, blood, season 2 episode 1 events are described.

A/N- I had a hard time picking a song for this part, so the song for this part is more just about the reader and Fezco's relationship, not necessarily the whole part, since its a bit all over the place in terms of emotion. Also wanted this part out sooner but I don't think this is a series I can get multiple parts out in a week like I want to, I love writing it though.

The next morning started like any other, you and Fezco waking up in each other’s arms, cuddling until you decided to finally get out of bed. Ashtray still sleeping while you two made breakfast. 

“Ash and I have that new year’s party tonight, if you want to come. Actually, I’m not letting you spend new year’s alone, so you don’t have a choice this time” Fezco said, laughing softly, you nodded.

“Well, I would have come with you anyways” You told Fezco, turning towards him.

“We have a meeting Ash and I have to go to before the party, so I’ll pick Rue up, pick up the drugs, then I’ll come pick you up” Fezco explained, making you roll your eyes.

“Fez, it will be fine, just take me with you so you don’t waste time coming back home.” Fezco sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Fine, but you’re staying in the car, Rue too.” Fezco told you, kissing your forehead softly.

Several hours later and the 4 of you were on your way to meet Fezco’s new dealer. Fezco had a bad feeling all day about taking you with him, even though you were just going to stay in the car, Fezco himself had never met these people before. It took a lot of you convincing Fezco that everything would be fine for him to not go without you.

Fezco let out a sigh as he pulled up in front of the address he was given, putting the car in park, looking over at you, 

“10, 20 minutes at the most, I promise.” Fezco told you, “Stay in the car” Fezco said looking back at rue who was sitting in the backseat, signaling to Ashtray to get out of the car before getting out himself. A few minutes later Fezco walked back to the car, a girl you had never seen before sitting in the back with Rue. Fezco walking over to your side of the car, leaning over.

“20 minutes at the most and then we’ll leave, promise” You nodded, Fezco leaning in the window to kiss the top of your head. 

“Be careful” You told him and he nodded before walking away. You looked at your phone while the girl you heard introduce herself as Faye and Rue talked. They were both clearly on drugs and barely noticed you were still in the car, not that you minded, they were both clearly entertaining each other enough that you didn’t have to worry about one of them getting out of the car.

Though you didn’t have to worry about them getting out of the car when a few minutes later the three of you were being pulled out of the car, getting drug into the same room that Fezco and Ashtray were in. You were pushed against the wall across from Fezco and Ashtray. Fezco made eye contact with you from across the room.

“Are you okay?” Fezco mouthed to you from across the room, you nodded, which made him relax a little bit. Fezco’s eyes kept going between you, Rue, and the guy who was pacing the room, yelling about you, Rue and Faye being brought to the house, something about you wearing wires, then turning on music, turning it up and telling all of you to strip. One guy drug Ashtray down a hallway, you and Fezco moving towards Ashtray but stopped as soon as guns were pointed at you, you looked over at Fezco as your eyes met, Fezco nodded softly, telling you he'd be okay. 

Fezco, Faye, and Custer all started to take their clothes off. You looked over at Rue, both of you hadn’t started to take your clothes off yet. Fezco looked over at you again, nodding, telling you it was okay, doing the same to Rue. You started to slowly remove your jacket, while Rue was still not removing her clothes. It didn’t take long before there was a guy standing in front of you too, deciding you were taking too long, grabbing you both and dragging you two down the hallway, Fezco taking a step forward again.

“They’re good, they aren’t wearing any wires.” Fezco said, before another gun was pointed at him, and for a second, he debated going after you two anyways, but decided to not escalate the situation. He knew Ashtray could handle himself in these situations, so he was less concerned about him, while Rue was on something so who knows how she would handle the situation, and you, Fezco had been worried about since he left the car.

A few minutes later and you and Rue were being led back into the kitchen, while you and Rue were in the bathroom everyone had put their clothes back on, both walking back to where you were previously, Fezco grabbing your wrist before you could walk past him, nodding towards the spot next to him. You stood next to Fezco, he leaned down slightly. Ashtray being brought back into the room also, standing on the other side of you.

“He hurt either of you?” He whispered so no one else could hear him, you shook your head no. “Are you okay? Like actually, okay?” He asked

“I’m okay Fez, I promise.” You told him, looking up at him. Fezco wasn’t sure if he believed you, but you weren’t lying. Were you physically, okay? Yes. Were you scared? Also, yes. But that was completely normal for the situation you were in, you would have been more concerned if you weren’t at least somewhat scared. Fezco sighed softly, reaching down to grab your hand, holding it somewhat behind you, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand. As you were checking on Ashtray, a women walked into the room, wanting to talk to Fezco, he let go of your hand before walking towards her, into the other room. 

They talked a little bit about mouse before Laurie brought up you Rue and Ashtray.

“Why did you bring a kid and 2 teenagers with you to a drug deal?” Laurie asked him.

“The kid is my business partner” Fezco said, even though Ashtray didn’t like being referred to as a kid, he still was one.

“And her?” Laurie asked, gesturing to Rue.

“She’s family” Fezco explained

“You trust her?” 

“Of course.” Fezco answered

“And the one you were holding hands with? She’s your girlfriend?” Laurie asked, Fezco sighed softly before talking, he had hoped no one noticed, that’s why he had your hands behind him.

“No” Fezco said, he hated the fact that you were even brought up.

“Wife?” Laurie asked again, Fezco shook his head

“No.” He repeated “She’s a really good friend. Like family too.” 

“Do you trust her?” Laurie repeated her question about Rue.

“Of course, trust her with my life” Fezco answered, looking down as his hands for a second, smiling softly to himself before looking back up at Laurie. 

Laurie was an observant person, so she could tell your relationship with Fezco was different then Rues relationship with Fezco. She noticed how during their conversation you kept looking over at Fezco, and he kept looking over at you in return. How his body language changed when you were brought up, how his eyes softened, but at the same time his body tensed up, instantly getting defensive. 

Eventually Fezco and Ashtray finished the deal that they came to do in the first place, Ashtray handing over the money, Fezco taking the suitcase, leading you all out of the building. Fezco putting the suitcase in the trunk while you three got in the car, Fezco getting in, pulling out of the parking lot, reaching over to rest his hand on your thigh, you rested your hand on top of his.

Once Fezco pulled up to the party he told Ashtray and Rue they could go inside, not moving his hand from your leg, so you knew to stay. Once they got out of the car you looked over at Fezco. He didn’t know what to say exactly, but he felt guilty about what happened. You knew he was going to put all the blame on himself, but he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“I’m sorry” Fezco sighed, turning towards you “I shouldn’t have brought you” 

“Fez, it’s okay. I told you to take me with you, no one got hurt, I promise I’m okay.” You told Fezco, picking up his hand from your leg and intertwining your fingers.

“I just had a feeling something was going to go wrong. I’m never taking you with me again, especially to meet new people. You could have gotten really hurt” Fezco said, looking at your hands.

“But I didn’t, don’t blame yourself. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me, I was the one who talked you into taking me. Rue and I were the ones who didn’t take their clothes off” You leaned your head on the head rest.

“No, don’t blame yourself, I’m not letting you do that. Honestly kinda glad you didn’t, Rues in high school, and I don’t want any of those guys to see you fully naked. Though it may have made things go a little smoother” Fezco joked, making you laugh softly, glad he was at least able to make a joke about it. “At least Rue found it fun, so I don’t have to worry about her”

“Yeah, wouldn’t shut up about it. I didn’t enjoy it as much as she did, but I’m okay, let’s go inside?” You smiled softly, Fezco nodded, letting go of your hand so you could both get out of the car. As soon as he could he had his arm around your waist, leading you inside.

The rest of the party went on as normal, you and Fezco finding a couch and spending most of the night together, sharing a couple joints, you occasionally leaving Fezco’s side to get a drink. Sometime during the night Lexi joined you two on the couch, flirting a little too much with Fezco for your liking, and as much it might have seemed like he was flirting back, he was just being nice to her. Plus, his arm never left its spot around your shoulders. Eventually Lexi left to go look for Cassie, leaving you two alone again.

“So, you going to be my New Year’s kiss again?” Fezco asked you, looking over at you, smiling slightly, making you look over at him too.

“Of course, have been the last 5 years, I’ll always will be your New Years kiss.” You promised him, “Unless you have someone else you want to kiss instead” You teased him.

“Nope. Just had to make sure you didn’t have anyone you’d rather kiss. I’ll always pick you” Fezco told you, making you smile, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll always pick you, over anyone” You said, Fezco smiling this time, kissing the top of your head, resting his hand on your leg as you played with the ring he had on his finger.

Occasionally someone would come up to Fezco wanting to buy drugs, but the longer the party went on the less people that would come up to him, already having the drugs they wanted, which left the two of you alone for most of the night. 

The closer it got to midnight the more people that filled the main area of the house, as people started to count down Fezco pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck, as soon as everyone was done counting down you both leaned in to press your lips together, deeping the kiss for a moment before you both pulled away.

“Happy new year (Y/N)” Fezco smiled softly.

“Happy new year Fezco” You pressed your lips against his once more before pulling away completely, Fezco kept one arm around your waist, walking with you towards the backyard and away from the crowd. Finding Ashtray outside with a small group of people. Fezco noticed that you got closer to him when you both stepped outside, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to try to warm you up.

“Hey Ash, it’s time to go, take (Y/N) to the car, I have to take care of one thing then we can leave” You noticed how Fezco glanced over at Nate as he talked, you had noticed it all night, Ashtray nodded, standing up. Fezco removed his hand from your waist, taking off his sweater and handing it to you. 

“Here, its cold” Fezco smiled softly at you as you slipped the sweater over your head, wrapping your arms around him, looking up at him.

“Be careful” You told him “Don’t do anything stupid” You told him, Fezco nodded.

“I will” Fezco kissed the top of your head, waiting for you to walk away with Ashtray before walking back inside of the party.

“Fez is going to beat up Nate, isn’t he?” You asked Fezco once you were both in the car.

“He told me not to tell you” Ashtray said, making you roll your eyes.

“So that’s a yes” You responded, “It’s not like I won’t find out when he gets in the car, I don’t know why he doesn’t just tell me”

“He doesn’t want you to worry about him” Ashtray told you

“I worry about him no matter what he tells me” You sighed softly, the two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes before Ashtray spoke.

“Are you in love with Fez?” He asked you, making you turn to him slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” You nodded.

“And Fez is in love with you?” He asked again.

“Yeah, at least that’s what he’s told me. I guess that’s more of a question for him” You said, laughing softly.

“Then why don’t you just make your relationship official?” You sighed softly, thinking for a second before you responded.

“We don’t really feel the need to, I don’t really think anything would change if we did. Plus, Fezco doesn’t want the risk of me being known as his girlfriend to the people you deal with. I know everyone assumes we’re dating, but it’s still not as big of a risk.” You paused for a second while Ashtray nodded, even though he didn’t fully understand still.

“I think that sometimes we also get to a point that we might take that step and then something like tonight happens, and then neither of us will actually do anything about it. I get where Fez is coming from, so I don’t want to pressure him into making out relationship official. Like I said, I don’t think it would change anything anyways.” You continued before you two sat in silence for a couple seconds.

“Can you promise me something?” He asked

“What?” You looked at him.

“That if something does happen between you and Fez and for some reason you end up breaking up, not being friends anymore, whatever you want to call it, that you don’t make me choose between you two.” He asked quietly.

“I can’t promise that nothing will ever happen between Fez and I, but I can promise that no matter what you’ll never have to choose between us. I’d never let you pick me over your brother anyways. But I’ll always be there for you Ash. I helped raise you, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” You reassured him, making him smile softly, “Is that something you think about a lot?” You asked him, but he didn’t answer, which told you he did.

Neither you or Fezco really ever thought about how your relationship might have affected Ashtray. As much as Fezco raised Ashtray, you helped just as much. You and Fezco were equally important to Ashtray, you were both the only family he remembered. He couldn’t picture his life without either of you.

Maybe that’s why Ashtray cared so much about your relationship, he thought that if you two were officially together there was less of a chance you two would end up hating each other someday. Which wasn’t true, but he wouldn’t worry about one of you finding someone you love more than the other, but both of you were sure that would never happen.

“Thank you” Ash smiled softly, “and yeah, I guess I’ve thought about it a couple times before.” That was a lie, he thought about it quite often “But just between us, I’d pick you” Ashtray told you, would he go and tell Fezco that he’d pick him if they had this same conversation, you’ll never know, but it wasn’t like Ashtray to express his feelings in anyway, let alone talk about them, so you kind of believed him.

“I’m serious, I wouldn’t let you. I wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t let you” you told him.

A few minutes later Fezco walked out of the house and got into the car. The ride home was silent other than the music that was playing from the radio. You noticed the blood that was on Fezcos knuckles, but other than that he looked unharmed. 

Once you got home Ashtray went into his room, leaving you and Fezco in the living room alone. You grabbed a first aid kit before walking over to Fezco.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, he nodded.

“I’m fine (Y/N) I promise” Fezco told you, sitting down on the couch. You sat down next to him, taking one of his hands in yours as you started to clean the blood of his hands.

“Are you mad at me?” Fezco asked, looking down at your hands.

“I’m not mad at you Fez I promise. Was it Nate?” You asked

“How’d you know? Did Ash tell you?” He looked up to your eyes while yours stayed on his cuts, you shook your head.

“Ash didn’t tell me. I noticed how you were looking at him all night, I just put it together when you had Ash and I leave before you” You explained, “Ash did tell me something else though.” You said

“Yeah? What did you guys talk about?” Fezco asked, his mind automatically going to everything that Ash knew that you didn’t, but he knew Ash wouldn’t never tell you any of that stuff without Fezcos permission, not that Ash had any interest in telling you. 

“We talked about us.” You said, moving to his other hand to clean the cuts on it. 

“What about us?” 

“A couple things” You said, “He asked if we love each other, and if we do why we don’t just make our relationship official.” You explained.

“I swear he’s wanted us together since we were 16” Fezco said, laughing softly, “What did you tell him?”

“Well, I told him that I love you, that you’ve told me you love me, and I just told him that it wouldn’t really change anything for us, that you’re scared of the risk and that I don’t want to pressure you into it.” You explained, Fezco nodding. You leaned forward so you could lay your head on his chest, Fezco’s hands moving from your waist to your lower back.

“Well, I do love you” Fezco told you, kissing the top of your head gently. “And you wouldn’t be pressuring me into anything, I do want to be with you, I just want you safe too” He said, rubbing his hand up and down gently on your back.

“I know Fez, I don’t mind.” You told him, “As long as we both know we love each other that’s all that matters to me” You closed your eyes as you leaned against his chest, his hand rubbing your back.

“You’re always going to be my girl” Fezco told you, “No matter what” He smiled softly as you kissed just above his shirt collar. “Are you okay though? After earlier?” He asked you, you knew no matter how many times you told him you were okay it would never be enough for him to believe you. Not that he thought you would lie to him, he just felt guilty about the whole situation.

“I’m okay, I would tell you if I wasn’t” You told him, keeping your head on his chest but looking up at him the best you could.

“Promise?” He asked

“Promise, even if I wanted to lie to you I couldn’t, you know me to well” You said, laughing softly. 

“I guess that’s true” Fezco laughed softly. 

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him and only him! he is the moment! Angus Cloud is his name! 🤍

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Tratamento de Silêncio

Fezco (Euphoria) x Leitor

Resumo: Fezco lamentou informar sua namorada sobre Faye e sua nova situação de vida, que agora era sua casa. Ela está um pouco chateada e desapontada, o óbvio desrespeito de Fez por ela e as opiniões de Ash deixa os dois igualmente chateados.

Avisos: Menções de sexo, menções de drogas e violência.

© @sublimecatgalaxy ♥︎ thanks for writing this!

A única coisa que Fezco odiava mais do que me ver triste era me ver com raiva. Ele não tinha medo de muita coisa, estando em situações que eram 10 vezes mais assustadoras do que qualquer emoção humana. Mas quando se tratava de mim e da minha raiva, ele tinha o hábito de se encolher, sem saber o que fazer.

E desta vez? Ele foi a causa disso.

Eu não tive ressentimentos em relação à garota loira, seus olhos evitando os meus enquanto ela entra no apartamento com um suspiro. Ela olha para mim primeiro antes de olhar para Fez, quase como se estivesse procurando aprovação para entrar na casa. Fez está com a bolsa dela pendurada no ombro, o olhar fixo no chão abaixo dele.

A única informação que recebi sobre a garota foi uma mensagem de Ash dizendo que ela precisava de um lugar para ficar e era 'negócio'. Que deviam uma ao namorado dela.

Eu não esperava que ela tivesse a nossa idade e eu não esperava ela ser bonita.

Observo Fez evitar meu olhar, sabendo que minha raiva é algo com o qual ele terá que lidar eventualmente. Ele passa por mim, a garota ao lado dele para brevemente, voltando-se para mim.

"Você é muito bonita. Eu sou Faye." Ela sorri suavemente, meu aborrecimento muda um pouco quando devolvo um sorriso gentil e um aceno de cabeça. Ela se afasta de mim, seguindo de perto Fez enquanto Ash se aproxima de mim. Ele se inclina contra o sofá, sua cabeça se inclina para olhar para mim enquanto eu bufo.

"Dê-lhe o inferno." Ele sussurra, sua mandíbula rangendo e eu vejo que não sou a única que está com raiva desse plano. "Ele nem me contou." Ele range, sua mão esfregando o topo de sua cabeça enquanto eu suspiro, direcionando minha atenção de volta para a TV. Ash faz seu caminho ao redor do sofá, levantando minhas pernas para sentar embaixo delas.

Quando Fez volta para a sala de estar, você poderia cortar a tensão que vinha de Ash e eu com uma faca. Ele olha nervosamente entre nós dois, de pé atrás do sofá enquanto continuamos a ignorá-lo, com nossos olhos fixos na tela da TV. Eu não podia nem dizer o que estava passando na tela, meus olhos brilhavam de raiva.

"Vocês podem apenas olhar para mim ou algo assim?" Ele pergunta baixinho, sua mão descendo para descansar no meu ombro, mas eu dou de ombros. Eu precisava que ele soubesse que ele não poderia simplesmente tomar decisões pela família sem nossa contribuição. Tenho certeza de que poderíamos ter chegado a um acordo juntos, mas foi o fato de que ele nem sequer pensou em mencionar trazer outra garota para morar conosco. "Anjo..." Fez para, dando a volta no sofá para se ajoelhar ao meu lado. Seus olhos são suaves enquanto ele me olha, seu lábio entre os dentes ansiosamente. "Sério, Ash, você também?" Fez inclina a cabeça para olhar para seu irmão mais novo, a cabeça de Ash balança em aborrecimento.

"S/n, diga ao seu namorado idiota que eu não estou falando com ele agora." Ash murmura, seus olhos piscando para mim enquanto escondo o sorriso que quer deslizar em meus lábios. Respirando fundo, devolvo ao menino um encolher de ombros.

"Parece que temos isso em comum, Ash, porque também não estou falando com Fezco agora." Fez fica visivelmente esvaziado com o uso de seu nome completo, não completamente acostumado a ser usado. Ele estava acostumado com os nomes fofos que eu inventava e que só eu tinha permissão para chamá-lo. Observo Fez com o canto dos olhos enquanto ele se levanta, passando a mão pelo rosto enquanto sai rapidamente da sala. Eu ouço a porta do nosso quarto fechar com um grunhido, meus olhos se fechando em frustração.

Ash e eu mantivemos o tratamento de silêncio por mais algumas horas.

Nós dois continuaríamos nossos olhares na direção de Fez enquanto ele mostrava a Faye ao redor, suas vozes suaves e risadas ouvidas na cozinha enquanto fervemos. Ash nunca gostou quando Fez tomar decisões sem ele porque isso o fazia sentir que não valorizava sua opinião. O fato de que ele nem contou a Ash sobre a situação me irritou ainda mais porque eu odiava ver Ash chateado.

Faye se senta no banco ao meu lado, seus olhos piscando entre Ash e eu ansiosamente. Observo enquanto ela leva o cigarro aos lábios gordos, o joelho balançando ansiosamente. Fez se junta a nós momentos depois, Ash e eu ainda não saímos de nossos lugares no sofá que Fez e eu normalmente dividimos. Minhas pernas estão dobradas sobre as de Ash, o garoto praticamente adormecendo ao meu lado.

Fez limpa a garganta enquanto se senta do outro lado da sala, seus lábios machucados e rachados por mordê-los nervosamente. Eu sei que ele não fazia isso com frequência, minha presença ajudando com a ansiedade que borbulhava sob seu exterior duro. A visão por si só me fez querer quebrar, mas eu queria que ele entendesse. Eu queria que ele soubesse que ele estragou tudo.

Parecia que Faye era a única que assistia ao programa na TV. Mesmo depois de uma hora sentado lá em silêncio, os pequenos roncos de Ash são ouvidos ao meu lado enquanto ele descansa a cabeça no encosto do sofá. Os olhos de Fez estavam fixos no meu rosto enquanto eu direcionava meu olhar para um ponto na parede. Faye não percebeu a tensão na sala, a erva em seu sistema a deixando alheia a qualquer desconforto.

Decidindo acabar com essa situação, eu cuidadosamente tiro minhas pernas de Ash, sentando-me. Coloco o cobertor sobre o menino adormecido, observando enquanto ele se enrola. Saindo da sala, ouço os passos de Fez atrás de mim quando entro no quarto.

"Ei..." Fez sussurra, estendendo a mão para agarrar meu pulso, me girando. Eu olho para ele com uma expressão estóica, meu coração batendo forte em meus ouvidos enquanto espero que ele continue. Seus olhos estão tristes enquanto piscam para frente e para trás entre os meus, seu peito subindo em um acesso de raiva. "Fale comigo." Ele insiste, os dedos em volta do meu pulso me segurando no meu lugar.

"Eu vou ficar na casa de Rue esta noite." Eu sussurro, meus olhos deixando os dele enquanto eu puxo meu pulso dele, indo para o quarto para pegar minhas coisas.

"Você está realmente tão bravo que você não pode nem estar na mesma sala que eu?" Ele pergunta, seu volume aumentando um pouco enquanto ele me observa da cama. "Nós não fugimos, S/n. Nós ficamos e falamos sobre a merda. Você tem dito isso desde o dia em que nos conhecemos." Ele argumenta, meus ouvidos sintonizados nele enquanto eu enfio algumas camisas na minha bolsa. "Pare de ser tão pirralha e olhe para mim- grite comigo por tudo que me importa! Porra, por favor!" Meu corpo inteiro congela com suas palavras, mais ainda o volume delas. Ele sente essa mudança, suas próximas palavras escolhidas cuidadosamente enquanto continua. "Não vá embora." Ele sussurra cansado, minha cabeça finalmente virando para olhar para ele enquanto ele faz beicinho.

"Oh, desculpe, eu percebi que uma vez que as pessoas podiam entrar e sair quando quisessem, eu poderia me mostrar sem problemas." Eu estalo, minhas mãos descansando em meus quadris enquanto ele olha para mim. "Você feriu os sentimentos de Ashtray por não deixá-lo entrar em seu plano, isso é o número um na lista de coisas que você fez para me irritar. Você me deu zero aviso, eu tinha que descobrir por uma mensagem de Ash!" Eu grito, lembrando do menino dormindo na sala enquanto tento me acalmar o máximo possível. Ele parece chocado com a minha raiva, sua respiração acelerando enquanto ele vai se defender. "Não, eu estou falando." Eu acrescento, levantando minha mão para silenciá-lo. "Você queria que eu falasse, gritasse, então estou fazendo isso." Jogo minha bolsa no chão enquanto me aproximo dele, seus olhos arregalados. "Você trouxe uma garota para casa, Fez. Uma garota. Para viver aqui, comigo, sua namorada de verdade. Você não vê como isso é perturbador pra caralho?" Eu pergunto, minhas sobrancelhas unidas enquanto ele suspira, suas mãos alcançando a parte de trás de sua cabeça. "Eu não me importo se ela tem um namorado, eu realmente não me importo. t. Você trouxe outra mulher para morar aqui comigo." Lágrimas enchem meus olhos enquanto eu fico ainda mais frustrada, mas posso dizer que Fez finalmente entende. Seu rosto cai, seu peito se esvazia em decepção. Mas não para mim. Para si mesmo. "Não estou com ciúmes nem insegura, estou chateada porque você nem falou comigo sobre isso. Eu sou sua namorada, Fez. Você não pode simplesmente tomar decisões como essa sem falar comigo ou com Ash." Eu me sento ao lado dele na cama enquanto ele balança a cabeça, seus ombros caídos.

"Eu sinto muito, S/n. Eu não tentei fazer vocês se sentirem assim de propósito. Eu só- Foi uma decisão rápida que precisava ser tomada." Ele murmura, sua mão se estendendo para descansar no meu joelho. Eu suspiro, olhando para o homem enquanto ele franze a testa, seus cílios se fechando.

"Você só precisa lembrar que suas decisões impactam todos nós aqui, baby." Eu sussurro, envolvendo um braço em seu ombro enquanto ele se inclina para mim. "Eu sinto muito. Eu te dei o tratamento do silêncio." Murmuro, meu queixo descansa em seus ombros enquanto ele dá de ombros.

"Eu merecia." Ele ri baixinho, sua cabeça inclinada para olhar para mim. "Ash vai me odiar um pouco, não é?" Ele pergunta, minha cabeça balançando em um aceno brincalhão enquanto eu acaricio suas costas. "Sinto muito de novo, ma." Ele sussurra, seus lábios pressionando minha bochecha enquanto eu sorrio suavemente. "Existe alguma coisa que eu possa fazer para compensar isso para você?" Ele pergunta baixinho, um sorriso imediato se espalhando pelos meus lábios. Realização pisca em seu rosto enquanto ele revira os olhos de brincadeira. "Oh, você é a porra de uma provocadora, não é?" Ele ri timidamente, me empurrando de volta para a cama com uma risada. Eu rio quando minhas costas batem no colchão, minhas mãos se estendendo para ele enquanto ele as afasta. "Aje como se você estivesse toda louca e merda- você só quer pau." Ele ri enquanto sobe em cima de mim, seus lábios pressionando contra os meus com paixão carente. Eu gemo baixinho quando ele envolve um braço debaixo de mim, me puxando para mais perto de seu peito. Ele se afasta de mim brevemente, seus lábios pressionando minha bochecha enquanto eu sorrio calorosamente.

"Eu só quero que ela saiba a quem você pertence." Eu sussurro docemente, olhando para ele através dos meus cílios. Ele sorri orgulhosamente, sua cabeça balançando em um aceno gentil enquanto ele lambe os lábios.

"Não diga mais nada."

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 26: Hearts of Glass Don’t Crack; They Smash

Chapter 26: Hearts of Glass Don’t Crack; They Smash

Well, you lied, You said you were fine, But now you’re terrified, ‘Cause you don’t wanna die, Then you start to cry, You wish that you could take it all back, ‘Cause you just went to Heaven and back

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 3,978

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of drug use, overdose, angst. No Lexi hate, pls. Ya’ll aint gotta like her, but she hasn’t done anything wrong here. Apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes. also please, if you ever experience something like this, do not hesitate to call an ambulance. nobody will get in trouble, but someone could very well die without professional help. <3

We are also in the last episodes of the series. Hope you enjoy! <3

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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You hadn't heard even a whisper from Rue since the night at the Howard's, but Lexi had at least kept you updated as much as she could.

The news that Rue was sober was bittersweet. You were glad she had the support she desperately needed, but you also knew she'd be knee deep in withdrawal, and you knew how shit that would be. Regardless, you were proud of her.

You were doing better within your own withdrawal, whilst you weren't spending hours bent over the toilet anymore, the aches were felt deep in your muscles, to the very collagen of your bones. You were trying, but the thought of this for the rest of your life? It felt suffocating, never-ending.

Sitting on the couch, practically melded into Fez's side, your eyes had fluttered shut as the sounds of Ben E King's voice filled the room, doing it's best to cover the rain outside, Fez's own voice blending with Lexi's as they softly sang along. You liked 'Stand By Me', living with Fezco you couldn't not like it. But you preferred 'Little House on the Prairie' more.

Sleep was biting at your ankles, clouding your consciousness – and quite possibly, judgement – but even as it gripped you, blanketing you as it wrapped around the edges of your mind, something about this moment felt so… simple. And despite the fact you'd been staying with Fezco for a while now, in this moment, you felt like an intruder.

This is what he deserves, you thought. Someone kind, and someone soft, and despite being the extraordinary person Lexi was, someone normal.

He shouldn't be rubbing your back as you violently gagged over the toilet, or bathing you when your muscles were took weak to even hold up your own body weight. He was already looking after his Grandma, and his brother. He shouldn't have to babysit you, too.

"For real, though. If your play is anything like 'Stand By Me', you're not gonna have no problems."

The two remained silent for a moment, the last few chords of the song playing through the speakers before Lexi spoke up,

"How are you feeling, Fez? With, you know… everything?"

With you, was what she meant. Only she was too polite to straight up say it. You felt Fez's shoulders shrug slightly, his arm moving to take another hit of his joint, "I'm good."

Even you could imagine the look Lexi was giving him. Her large brown eyes downcast, brows furrowed as she silently begged him to tell her the truth.

A deep sigh escaped Fez's lips, "I dunno, man. It's hard, watching her like this. Harder to watch her destroy herself though. You get me?"

"Yeah, I uh… I get you. It's the same with Rue, I guess. Watching her slowly kill herself is devastating but… knowing what she's going through being sober? You kinda just feel… helpless."

Their conversation played in your head on repeat as Fez gently placed your head onto a cushion, standing up and offering to drive Lexi home since it was still pouring down, and when the door eventually shut, you finally allowed a tear to fall from your eyes, chin wobbling as you begged yourself not to release a sob.

You knew Lexi and Fez had grown closer over the past few months, with the girl's uncertainty about her play, Fez was great at bringing her back down to Earth, even if what he said didn't always soothe her concerns.

You had no right to feel any kind of way about it, you knew that, but it didn't make the heavy weight that settled on your chest alleviate at all. You and Fez had never had an outright conversation about whatever the hell you were both doing, or even what you meant to each other. You knew he cared for you, and you knew your own feelings for the boy, but where did that begin and end? He cared for Rue, too. And you had no doubt in your mind he'd look after her just as well.

But they weren't sleeping together. Nor were they falling asleep in each others embrace every night. He didn't place soft kisses against her head when he thought she was sleeping, nor did he whisper sweet words to her as he explored her body, mapping it out and cementing it into his memory.

His friendship with Rue was very different from his friendship with you. You knew from the get-go that he viewed her as a little sister. But Lexi was an anomaly. With her, you weren't as certain. Especially when Lexi was the kind of person who deserved Fez. Who would help share the weight of the world that he carried around on his shoulders, regardless of his stoic attitude.

With Lexi, Fez would no longer have to play the role of Sisyphus, rolling the boulder up a hill for eternity. But with you? Well, you were the boulder.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you pushed your tired frame up to grab it, ignoring the unknown number and instead making your way toward Fez's bedroom, ready to crawl into the cold bed and await for his return.

"Oh, shit. Sorry…" Faye muttered, her body almost colliding with your own as she left the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, "Shit, are you alright?"

If you'd of just made it to the bedroom without her interrupting, you'd of been fine. So why was it the moment someone finally questioned how you were, the floodgates opened, releasing any and every though you'd had tucked away in the form of tears.

Faye's brow raised, clearly a little confused and concerned with your sudden breakdown, but guided you back into the bathroom regardless.

A soft hand rubbed your back reassuringly as she remained quiet, unsure of what to say, and you had absolutely no intention of telling her that this was because of a boy, no matter how lovely Fez was. You refused to fall into the stereotype of the girl who's upset and jealous over a boy that isn't even really hers. You'd been there, done that, and had the hospital bill to prove it.

"It just hurts. I'm so tired, and I can't… I can't do it anymore. Not like this."

Faye nodded, biting at her plump bottom lip. If you hadn't of been so in your own head, maybe you'd of realized the girl had her own problems right now. Yet her she was, pacifying you, like some toddler who had lost it's favorite toy.

You didn't like this part of you. The part that was cunning and deceitful, wily even. Getting not what you needed, but what you wanted, regardless of anyone else's feelings. And what you needed right now was an escape.

Which was exactly why you spent the next few minutes begging Faye, pleading with her to just give you anything she had. That you'd pay her back. That Fez didn't need to know. That you needed this.

And that led you to sitting on the same bathroom floor that you had spent so long on – convulsing and crying in the height of your withdrawal – crushing up a bunch of Oxy pills, uncertain and uncaring of how many, as you forced the powder up your nose.

The feeling of relief was almost instantaneous. Shoulders sagging as you released a soft breath, you pushed yourself back against the toilet and closed your eyes.

Time slowed down, and you felt like you could feel you thoughts float past you, ignoring Faye's concerned glances with an almost dopey smile on your face, the soothing sounds of the rain outside pitter-pattering against the window lulling you into a false sense of peace, ignoring the buzzing of your phone once more.

Despite being unconvinced by your slurred words telling her to go to bed, Faye left, making her way to the couch, her mind whirling, the thoughts of what Cluster had told her earlier distracting her from your problems.

Fez rushed back into the apartment, clothes feeling soggy despite only spending a few seconds in the rain. He bypassed Faye, the girl sat staring at the TV, seemingly captivated by whatever show was playing since she barely moved an inch, despite Fez's quiet greeting.

Noting your absence on the couch, Fez quietly made his way toward his bedroom, presuming you'd taken yourself to bed. Not wanting to awake you, he made his way around the room in darkness, finding a clean pair of pajamas to change into.

It wasn't until he crawled into the bed, his hand seeking you only to find it cold and empty that he realized you weren't in the bed. Calling your name, he was surrounded with nothing by the quiet, indistinct noise from the TV.

Fez knew he could just go back to bed, that you'd follow him in soon enough, purring like a cat as he wrapped his warm body around your own, whispering sweet poetic words against your head as he waited for you to fall asleep first.

But a niggling feeling in the back of his mind told him to get out of bed. To find you. Something he couldn't quite name made his gut sink further as inscrutable fear crawled up his throat, the feeling slowly gripping him tighter and tighter.

Not bothering to knock, he pushed open the door of the bathroom, the call of your name cut off when he saw you perched on the floor, head at an awkward angle as it rested against the toilet seat.

"Ma?" His voice was shaky as he carefully made his way to you, noting, but ignoring, the small bag containing a few pills – pills that he sold – along with a small amount of residue on the floor.

His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears, he wouldn't have been able to hear you even if you did reply.

Yet he knew you hadn't. You hadn't moved since he'd entered the room. Not at the call of your name, nor when he bent down next to you, a hand on your shoulder.

Taking in a sharp breath, Fez felt your clammy skin against his hand, making him call out your name louder this time, as he shook you slightly. When you didn't respond, he tipped your head back, breath halting in his throat when he saw your purple-tinged lips, his fingers pulling back your eyelids only to find two small, pinpoint pupils barely staring back at him.

You were still conscious, but barely. With his hand over your chest, your rapid heartbeat in juxtaposition with your increasingly shallow breathing, Fez shouted for Ash. For Faye. For fucking any body.

Barreling into the room, eyes wide and shotgun ready, Ash took one look at you before rushing back out, searching the cupboard for the unopened box of Narcan spray, his hands shaking as he handed it to his brother, watching with baited breath and a wobbly chin as he watched his brother administer it.

"Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

Faye's soft voice made Ash flinch, the young boy not realizing she was stood behind him. Ash repeated her question only louder, trying to get the attention of his brother.

"Fez? Ambulance or not?" Ash's words were desperate, his eyes darting between his brother and you as you slowly came around, dazed and confused, eyes squinting as if the florescent light of the bathroom was giving you a headache.

"I don't… I don't fuckin' know, alright?!"

Fez's hand gently traced your face, watching as your chest finally managed to take in a deep breath, his forehead falling to yours as he held you close to him. Flashes of him as a 14 year old boy, terrified and skeptical of calling an ambulance for his Grandma blurred his vision, feelings of a pale blue grief tinged with the hot, red unforgivable guilt that he'd felt the moment the doctor had uttered those words to him all those years ago. He was too late.

Except this time, you wouldn't end up bed bound. You could end up dead.

The intrusive thought choked him, teardrops tumbling down his cheeks and dripping down your own as he held your body against his in a futile attempt top keep you warm, a sob pressing against his Adam's apple, just waiting for him to open his mouth.

"Call 'em."

The muffled sounds of beeping pulled you from your slumber, and once you'd awoken, you almost wished you hadn't.

Your head was pounding, feeling like it was going to burst from your skull at any moment, the constant noise elevating as you came to, eyes blurry as you tried to look around the room, only to find scratchy bed sheets and too white walls.

"Hey, Ma. You good, calm down."

You'd heard his voice before you'd even seen him, his fuzzy outline reaching for you, taking your hand into his, as gentle as one might handle the finest china.

"Fez?" Your voice was rough after being used, and a pain that wasn't entirely related to your current hospital visit sat heavy in your chest as he leaned over you, helping you to take a sip of temperature warm water that had been sitting in a cup, awaiting your awakening.

"What were you thinkin'?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as if he would find the answers there, "You was doin' so well, Ma."

Closing your eyes, the tears began to slowly escape, only escalating when you felt Fez's soft lips against your cheek, kissing them away as he cooed at you, "It's OK. You're OK."

The doctor introduced himself, and after running a few tests, had determined that you were at the very least, out of the woods.

"Unfortunately, the centers we're in communication with don't have any rooms yet available, so we can only offer outpatient support-"

"She was on that before, and it didn't help for shit. She needs-"

"I'm afraid that's the only option we have. Unless she's willing to go out of state, and even then we can't guarantee they'd have any spaces. The recent incline in addictions and drug use is-"

"Yeah, yeah I get it," Fez waved his hand, not wanting to hear the rest of the doctor's excuse, "But what happens if this happens again, and we ain't there to help?"

"Outpatient rehab can be extremely helpful, so long as she makes the commitment to attend and participate."

You were fed up with the two men arguing over you, neither allowing you to speak as they continued to cut each other off.

"If I go back to outpatient, will I still get detoxification?"

"I don't think that's the best-"

Holding your own hand up, you were thankful Fez settled back down. The thought of you taking anything was terrifying to him, regardless to whether it was for recreational purposes or not.

"Of course. We can help you safely detox so withdrawal is much more comfortable. As soon as a bed is available-"

"I don't want impatient," Fez's perplexed stare burned into the side of your face, causing you to turn and grip his hand a little tighter, "It didn't work for me last time. You know what happened as soon as I got out..."

"So outpatient?"

Turning back to the doctor, you sent him a small nod, trying to ignore that it made you brain roll around in your head, "The NA group I was a part of... I want to stay there. They have, uh... Good people."

Scribbling down a few notes, the doctor sent you a small, reassuring smile, before excusing himself.

"Outpatient seemed to work just as well as inpatient did," Fez grumbled, shaking his head in annoyance, "And detoxin'? You know they're just gonna pump you with some other shit instead."

"I can't do cold turkey again, Fezco. It felt like it was killing me. I can't and I won't do it again. If I'm going to do this, it needs to be my decision, OK?"

Fez's jaw clenched, his eyes avoiding yours, yet he still nodded, accepting you words. But he was scared and the feeling of guilt had ripped him apart.

"I should'a never given you anything that first night." Pulling his hand from your grip, he ran it over his head, fingers twitching for a joint. A cigarette. Anything.

"You know if you didn't, I'd of still ended up back here. Just a lot sooner. A lot less alive, most likely-"

"Shit, Ma. Don't joke around about that bullshit, alright?" Fez pushed himself further down into his seat, his red eyes raw from rubbing at the tears, "I thought you was dead. I thought I was too fuckin' late. You don't get to put me through that shit and then joke about it like it's funny. Like it wouldn't of fucked me up."

Remaining silent, you picked at your nails in your lap, unable to meet his eyes. He was right, of course he was. And the thought of him finding you like that broke your heart, "All I'm saying is whether your sold to me at that party or not... I would've found a way. Through Devon, through Mouse. It would've happened regardless. If anything, I'm lucky it was you, and not someone else."

Sniffing, Fez rubbed his nose with the sleeve of his sweater. He felt exhausted, like he could sleep a million years and still wake up fatigued. He was at a loss. All of his options had split, leaving him to trust the judgement of an addict to come clean. It scared him, knowing how close he was to losing you, and how easily it could happen again. It felt like everything he had done lately was wrong, like it was only hindering your sobriety.

So he had no other options left. He had to trust you.

You were discharged a day later, your body weak and unable to walk to Fez's car without guidance.

Ash had straight up refused to visit you once he'd found out you were going to be OK, and you knew you had a whole different wrath awaiting you once you got home.

Leaning your head against the car window, the rain trickling down calming you slightly, you knew it would take a lot for you to get the boy to trust you again. Maybe this time, he wouldn't. You just hoped neither boy found out where you'd got the pills from. Which reminded you, you'd need to apologize to Faye when you got back.

Resting against Fez as he helped you into the apartment, locking the door behind him, you felt a pair of eyes on you before you'd even stepped foot into the living room.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Ash, man. Not the time-"

Cutting his brother off, Ash's voice only got louder, "Not the time? When is the fuckin' time, Fez? When she's dead on the bathroom floor? When we're explainin' to the police where she got the fuckin' drugs from? When-"

"Ash," your voice was weak and weary, and if he was honest, it was the only reason he'd stopped his tirade, "I know that no apology can make this right... But I am sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

Rolling his bloodshot eyes, hips lips twisted as he tried to keep himself together. It was still difficult to remind yourself sometimes that he was just a kid.

"But? What's your excuse? You’re an addict? You can't help it. It's in your fuckin' DNA?"

Taking a moment to watch the boy, you tried to push down your own tears, feeling like it wouldn't help in the moment and instead shrugged your shoulders, "There is no but. No excuse. I'm just really fuckin' sorry. And I know it doesn't mean much right now, but I promise, I'm gonna try. With real help this time. I will never let you see me like that again."

Despite his chin wobbling, Ash refused to let any tears fall, "Yeah, well. We'll see, won't we."

He words seemed harsh, and you couldn't deny that you deserved their bitter tone, but the slight squeeze he gave your hand before he stood and made his way toward his room made your owns tears fall.

"I'm gonna get you some water, and somethin' to change into. I'll be right back."

Faye sat, staring at you with her wide eyes on the opposite sofa, almost worried that if she'd have moved, you'd notice her, and tell Fez exactly where you'd got the Oxycontin from. She wasn't scared of Fez -- she knew he would never hurt her, he wasn't that type of guy and trust her, she knew a lot of them -- but she didn't know how he'd react. Ash, on the other hand, did scare her, despite his age. He'd already killed one person to protect someone he loved, Faye was certain he wouldn't think about doing it twice. Especially since he was only just starting to warm up to her a little.

"I'm so sorry, Faye." You mumbled, hoping neither boy would hear you. Her brows shot up for a second, before furrowing in confusion, "I should've never put you in that position. It was beyond fucked up of me."

"Oh," she sighed, still confused.

"I know I'm in no position to ask for any favors, but please, just don't tell anyone that you gave them to me. Fez doesn't need to feel any more betrayed, and you don't deserve the fallout."

"You ready?" Fez asked, walking back down the hallway and standing by your side, finally noticing the weird atmosphere between yourself and Faye, "Everything good?"

Nodding, you pulled Fez's attention from the wide-eyed girl, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she stumbled over whatever she wanted to say.

"Oh, this has been going off non-stop." Faye stood, handing you your phone from the coffee table. Unlocking it and seeing the unknown number once more, you glared at it, as if the telemarketing team would be able to feel your annoyance from there.

Faye pulled you into a gentle hug once you were stood, a small smile on her face.

"Thank you," you told her, a knowing look in your eye. Thank you for keeping my secret. 

Once Faye had nodded back in understanding, you allowed Fez to lead you into his room, the boy gently undressing and redressing you before joining you in bed.

The past few days had both somehow flown by, and slowly dragged, each second feeling like it lasted a minute too long. And if you closed your eyes tight enough, you could almost pretend everything was normal, that everything was OK. Like you'd never fallen into the wrong crowd, and met Fez by pure coincidence.

That you'd ended up here without all of the disaster you seemed to cause. Trying your best to swallow the lump in your throat that made an appearance whenever you thought about how Fez -- and Ash -- deserved so much than the cards they'd been dealt in life, and how somehow, no matter how hard you tried, you were a bad hand. No matter their number, you seemed to push their hand over 21, causing a bust every time. Allowing their lives to explode in their faces, and only being able to shrug you shoulders as you watched them cut their fingers on the broken glass as they tried their best to clean up your devastation.

That was the problem with self-destruction. Whilst crawling through the brick and mortar and dust of your own demolition, you never saw the bodies that were buried next to you, silently impacted by your downfall. 

And the longer you stayed, the harder it would be for them to crawl out, too.

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i've got two euphoria drafts that i never got to post and i don't know if anyone would be interested in reading them at this point, if you are, please interact with this post in any way and i'll post them 🫶🏻

one is about faye asking you about your relationship with fezco, and the other one is this request (sorry to the person who requested it) can you please write one where y/n is in love with rue and sees her meltdown at her house and rue gets upset at her for allowing them to flush her pills and brings up that she’s a recovering alcoholic and how she’s only there cause she has a crush on rue and doesn’t really care about her?

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