Chapter Nine: I Got You, Babe

You came in swinging like Apollo,
I’ll be feeling it tomorrow,
No, I ain’t seeing straight, hyperventilate,
Knees begin to wobble, you cut my breaks and hit the throttle,
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted,
Just your silhouette makes me break a sweat,
I’m in trouble.

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: 2,540

Chapter Warnings: References to drug use, references to past threatened sexual assault, swearing, talks of guns, Rue being manic

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

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You sat across the room from Rue, watching her as her eyes darted around, often hovering over Fez’s grandma as if she expected the woman to turn her head and stare back.

Your leg bounced as you thought of the man in the next room. He was what you’d always imagined a drug dealer to be like. Pushy, threatening, and hard.

Sure, your old dealer wasn’t anywhere near as bad. He didn’t push drugs, but he definitely wasn’t to be fucked with, and although he was much less creepy than Mouse, you knew that he didn’t only take monetary payments. If you were pretty enough, he’d let you suck his dick for a bump of cocaine. He was intimidating and seedy, and ready to stab a bitch for looking at him the wrong way, but still… He was a legion above Mouse.

Fezwas the real anomaly.

Deciding that you needed to keep your shaking hands busy, you began to re-dress Fez’s Grandma before Rue spoke in a hushed whisper,

“Yo, what are you doing here anyway?”

You tried to shush her, not wanting Mouse to hear either of you. You’d experienced the guy once, you weren’t looking for a reunion any time soon. But your own curiosity prevailed;

“What are you doing here?”

Rue watched you for a moment, before shrugging, “Just needed Fez’s help for something. But he said no so… Don’t matter.”

You both remained in silence for a little while longer before you noticed Rue’s eyes squint, looking over towards the small bed tray. It wasn’t until further inspection that you noticed what exactly she was staring at.

Marie’s pills.

Watching her closely, you were ready to intervene if necessary. You’d done a lot of fucked up shit for drugs, but stealing them from an old lady wasn’t on your list.

“Rue, don’t even fucking think about it,” you warned, watching as her chest began to rise and fall much quicker than before. It took you a moment to realize she’d stood up, but instead of making her way towards the pills, she slipped out of the room instead. 

Mumbling under your breath, you quietly followed after her, but she was already making her way towards the exit.

“Even if I wanted all this shit, bruh, I don’t got the money for all this man.”

Watching as Rue quietly crept across the hallway, thankfully out of sight of Mouse and Custer, your eyes fell on the bags upon bags of pills, spread out on the coffee table.

“Ten percent on the vig, and I’ll collect in a month.”

“I’m not tryin’ to do all that shit, man.” Fez was visibly uncomfortable, his eyes meeting Rue’s across the room.

Mouse laughed, shaking his head, “I ain’t asking, bruh. Step yo shit up.”

Fez rubbed his head, thankful Rue had managed to get out completely undetected. You stood on the other side of the hallway. 

Mouse could sense Fez’s uneasiness, almost thriving off it, “Your bitch here? Maybe it should be her I’m talkin’ too-”

Fez’s eyes darted towards you, watching as you slunk back into the shadows more, slowly stepping back into his Grandma’s room in hopes of staying hidden.

“Nah, she ain’t here.”

Mouse rubbed his hand over his thigh, looking down at the couch where he’d last sat, you sprawled out across it, high as a kite, “Shame. Maybe she could take some off your hands. I’d be willin’ to give her a few payment options-”

“A month, right?” Trying to steer the conversation back on topic and away from you, Fez looked back down to the mountain of pills. No amount of teenage house parties would move this shit.

Fez barely waited for the door to shut before he was making his way back to his Grandma’s room.

If he was honest, Fez walked into that room ready to lose his shit. He’d told you both to stay in there, sit down, and shut the fuck up. And apparently, neither of you could follow that simple instruction. But as he stood in the doorway, he watched as your chest heaved, your shaking hands lay flat against the vanity that housed his Grandma’s perfumes and spare pills.

“Yo, you alright?”

You didn’t respond… Shit, you didn’t have to. The moment a sob escaped your mouth, he knew the answer, “It’s OK, ma. He’s gone.”

Fez slowly made his way towards you, watching you carefully in the vanity mirror. Once he’d reached you, he placed both his hands on your hips, dragging you backward before turning you and pulling you to his chest.

“I ain’t gonna let him do shit to you again, alright? I got'chu.”

One hand held your shoulders, keeping you close to his chest as the other rested against the back of your head. He placed a chaste kiss against your forehead before squeezing you a little tighter. As he looked up, he spotted Ash standing in the doorway, watching with knitted brows.

He fucking hated Mouse too.

Fez had fetched you some towels, allowing you to shower before changing into a pair of his pajamas.   

Your hands were shaking as if your body was still full of adrenaline, and you could still feel your heartbeat in your ears in the silence. One glance in the mirror had confirmed to you that it was obvious you’d spent the majority of the hot shower crying, and you only hoped Fez was polite enough to not mention it.

“You gotta eat somethin’,” He tried, standing in the kitchen against the counter, watching as you stood with folded arms across from him.

“I’m not hungry, Fez.” You could barely make eye contact with him, embarrassment bubbling under the surface of your skin.

He turned, opening a few cupboards and pulling out what he needed, “Just somethin’ small, promise.”

When you didn’t reply, he pulled out two boxes, “You like ‘Lucky Charms’, or 'Captain Crunch’?”

Realizing you wouldn’t win this fight, and maybe a few spoonfuls of sugary cereal would pacify him enough, you shrugged, allowing him to choose for you whilst you made your way to the small table.

He joined you only a few moments later, a bowl in each hand. Taking his place at the table, he gently pushed your bowl towards you and spent the next couple of minutes darting his eyes between his cereal and yourself, trying in vain to covertly make sure you were eating.

After stirring the spoon around the bowl – much more of a time-wasting tactic than anything else – you ate a small mouthful, seemingly satiating him enough to stop watching you every few moments.

“You wanna watch somethin’ on TV, or you tired?” He asked a little while later as he collected the bowls, taking them into the kitchen and placing them in the sink to wash up later.

“I just want to go to bed,” you told him truthfully. You were more than ready for this day to be over.

Once you were settled in his bed, Fez collected a pillow and hesitated in the doorway, your voice stopping him, “Where are you going?”

“Im'a sleep on the couch, I didn’t-”

“I’m not going to put you out, Fez. C'mon.” You pulled back the duvet cover, watching as his glance danced between the comfortable bed, and the hallway, “I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

His eyes returned to you, searching for something. The gentle haze from the hallway light behind him darkened his features, but he watched as they made yours glow. Seemingly finding whatever he was looking for, he closed the bedroom door and made his way back towards the bed. 

The light from outside the window guided him around the room, and you felt the bed dip slightly as he settled himself down next to you.

You were both silent, the only sounds to be heard were your exhaling, and whatever shit Ash was watching on the TV.

“You cold?” he wondered, shifting slightly on the bed to look at your darkened form.

“I can’t stop shaking.” You told him simply, omitting the real reason why.

“I uh, I could – if you want – you know, move closer?” It was endearing how nervous he sounded as if one wrong move would cause you to leap out of the bed and run home bare-footed.

“OK,” you mumbled, turning so your back was towards him. You could feel his body heat before actually feeling him, warming up your goose-pimpled skin.

His arm pushed under the pillow you were resting on as you felt his chest press against your back, arm awkwardly resting over your body as his hand pressed against the mattress. 

Lifting said hand, you linked your fingers before moving it towards your front, resting against your stomach and essentially caging you in against his body.

His body tensed for only a moment, before he released a sigh, allowing his muscles to relax.

In the silence, your felt your eyes drooping slightly, sleep pushing at the corners of your mind.

“You know that time at the store when that Jacobs kid came in? He ain’t been buggin’ you or shit, right?”

His husky voice was taut, making you stiffen slightly. Hoping you could pass it off as him startling you, you shrugged, allowing the hand you were resting on to slither its way under the pillow, meeting his own and playing gently with his fingers,

“What makes you ask?”

“Jus’ remember he was rude, that’s all. I know he’s been causing some trouble for Rue and her friend, jus’ wanted to make sure you was alright.”

Inhaling deeply, you tried to force the threats from the boy down deep, “Did Rue say something to you earlier?”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to determine whether or not he should keep his mouth shut, or just tell you that the girl had told him about Nate making you leave in tears on Halloween, “Nah, I just uh… I was wonderin’, that’s all. I know you was close with his brother and-”

Holy fucking Hell, you wanted to throw up.

“It’s not like that, Fez.” You rolled over to face him, just about able to make his features out in the dark. Your fingers had unlinked, but he kept them over your hip, gently resting there, “Aaron was just… what it was. We don’t really speak now. And everything is fine with Nate. He’s a colossal dick, but it seems like a hereditary thing. Really, I’m good.”

His somber eyes observed you for a moment before he nodded and released a sigh, “OK.”

The uncertainty in his voice made you a little nervous, and you could only pray that Rue had kept her mouth shut. The last thing you needed was word getting back to Nate that you were shit-talking him. Not with the secrets that he held.

A strained exhale forced its way from your lungs, and you found your hands involuntarily shaking once more. Thankfully, it had distracted Fez enough, his dubious eyes softening as his hand wrapped around you tighter, a warm hand pressing against the middle of your back.

You tried to control your breathing, squeezing your eyes closed as you counted to 10, inhaling deeply. Your forehead felt sweaty, and your body clammy, yet the chill from the rain on the evening you’d first encountered Mouse remained under your skin, bonded into your bones. 

You felt sick with guilt. But not from lying to Fez about Nate, or what he might do had he found out you’d partially told Rue, about Nate’s blackmail, or even about the money Mouse had all but forced Fez to pay to keep you safe…

No, the reason you felt sick to your stomach was that you knew no matter what you did, for the rest of your life, you would never find a high like you had that evening. You’d never find peace like you did when your body had graciously absorbed Fentanyl.

You knew how dangerous that night had been, or at least, you knew how easily you could’ve OD’d. But you also knew with everything going on, if Mouse had offered you it again, you might not have needed his threats to take it. And that scared you.

You’d been searching for highs all of your life. As a child, the world was full of wonder and happiness. You could find it by climbing to the top of a tall tree, going over the bar on a swing set, spinning around and around on a carousel, certain that your fingers would slip off and send you hurtling across the playground.

Those innocent highs were never met as a teenager. They transformed into something darker. Something that always came with repercussions. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to find something as gratifying. Yet, you were willing to chase it, in any small capacity you could find, regardless of the consequence. Like a moth to the flame.

Shuffling yourself closer to his warm body, you placed both hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his beard, “Everything is fine, Fez. Trust me.”

He nodded, unable to deny that your soft hands were soothing his worries as his eyes slowly wandered your face, and as your gaze roamed his own, you realized this was the closest the two of you had ever been. 

“You know I’m here for you, right? Don’t matter what it is, I got'chu.”

Maybe it was the stress and trauma from the day’s events, memories being forced to the forefront of your mind, or the constant, never-ending search for that new high, blackened with guilt and shame. Or maybe it was Fez’s softly whispered words, spoken into the secrecy of the night, but something in that moment changed.

And that was exactly why you lifted your head slightly and pressed your lips delicately against his.

Although tentative and fleeting, you knew that even in years to come, you would still be able to perfectly describe the softness of his cushioned lips, the slight gasp as he inhaled, right before he held his breath. The way you pulled away, just before he was able to reciprocate the kiss.

Watching each other in silence, the moment seemed to last a lifetime, both of you hanging on the other’s move. 

You watched as his tongue grazed against his lips, savoring the taste of you, before a large hand was placed against your jaw, pulling you down and once more connecting your lips, only this time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate, yet still only lasted only a few moments before he pulled back, placing a few stray, chaste pecks to your lips before guiding your head down and placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“We should get some rest.”

The pang of rejection was sharp but quickly quelled when Fez pulled your body towards his, making you rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat pounding, ready to burst from his chest.

His hand stroked your back, easing you into a deep slumber. Once your breaths evened out and he could tell you were fast asleep, Fez rubbed a hand over his hair, letting out a small sigh.

He was fucked.

Chapter Six: Downfalls

I found the Devil,
I found him in a lover,
And his lips like tangerines, 
and his color coded speak,
Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space,
In a hotel room where demons play,
They run around beneath our feet,
We roll around beneath these sheets

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:2,001

Chapter Warnings: Comments referring to drug use, comments referring to dub-con, comments referring to violence/abuse

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

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Well shit, this was the last thing you needed.

After your weekend come down from the molly Aaron Jacob’s had bought for you, you really, really didn’t need to be sat in principal Hayes’s office, repeating your weekend fun to him.

“So you understand why you were called in here?”

Fiddling with your backpack strap you shrugged.

“It’s come to my attention you were seen at the Jacob’s chili tent when an incident between Miss Perez and Mr. Jacobs occurred. Now, do you know why Maddy and Nate were fighting?”

“I barely saw either of them all night.”

“But you did see them at the chili tent, correct?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And what happened?”

You exhaled deeply before rubbing your palm over your clammy forehead. You hadn’t moved from bed on Sunday, and you were really feeling your come down, even now.

“I dunno, OK? She pushed over some chili, Nate grabbed her and pulled her away. That’s all I saw.”

“And his brother, Aaron Jacobs; you were spotted with him that night. He didn’t say anything about-”

You almost laughed, “I barely know him. We went our separate ways right after Maddy and Nate left." 

Either Principal Hayes was satisfied by your answer, or he’d realized you weren’t much help, and he dismissed you from his office.

In truth, you hadn’t even seen Maddy or Nate today. You were right in the ass-end of withdrawal to be able to pay attention to either. You were barely aware of what lessons you’d attended, let alone who else was there. Pulling out your phone, you could’ve cried.

It wasn’t even lunch.

Heavy footsteps alerted Fez to someone’s arrival in the store, his head turning from where he sat at the register.

Eyebrows raising, he watched your tired body as it slumped next to him, all but ready to push him off the table and curl up like a cat.

"Ain’t you got a class to be at?”

Barely mumbling out a cohesive reply, you scooted yourself up next to him, resting your hoody-covered head on his shoulder, “I think I’m dying.”

“Dying, really?”

“Yeah. Really, really slowly.”

Fez rolled his eyes, before grabbing the joint he kept behind his ear, placing it in his mouth and lighting up, “You just crashin’. You’ll be fine. When was the last time you ate?”

He hopped off the table, causing you to send him a glare – you were barely able to keep yourself upright without his assistance – whilst he made his way towards the fridges. Grabbing a can of soda and a bag of chips as he passed them, he handed them to you before sitting back down, allowing you to replace your head.

“Take them, you’ll feel better.”

It may seem dramatic, but you could’ve cried, “The last thing I want to do right now is eat.”

“I ain’t giving you more-”

“Calm down, I don’t need anymore. I still have some at home.”

You could feel Fez’s blue eyes watching you from his peripheral, and almost feel his judgment from where you were sat, “Chill out, I can’t exactly turn up to my NA meeting rolling.”

“What time you gotta be there?”

“Uh, Monday nights are earlier, 6.30 I think.”

Fez took the soda from you, cracking it open and taking a sip whilst you fished out your beeping phone from your backpack. Opening the message, you read and reread it a few times before sighing and throwing it back into the bag.

“Lemme guess, not the guy from the carnival?”

Taking the can of coke from him, you sent him a small, half-hearted glare, “Actually, it was.”

“Oh yeah, what he want?”

Swallowing down a few sugary gulps, you watched Fez as he watched you, unblinking. 

Handing him back the can, you sighed, “It’s not really your business, Dad.”

“It is my business when I’m told someone buys my drugs, gives it to a girl, stays totally sober, and then I find them fallin’ outta an alleyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t intend to get so annoyed but shit, the drop in serotonin was playing fucking havoc with you right now. Forget the ‘Terrible Tuesday’ you were experiencing ’Moody-Bitch Monday’. 

“All I know is ain’t nothin’ good coming from a one-sided-sober hookup.”

“Oh my god, are you really going to try to slut-shame me-”

“Ain’tyou I’m shamin’.”

Fez pushed himself off the table, opening the bag of chips and handing them to you once more before quietly reshuffling the shelves.

Realizing it wasn’t a battle you were going to win, you cautiously nibbled at a potato chip as you watched him silently work. After taking another sip of the coke, you finally broke the silence,

“He was just asking about whether the police asked to speak to me.”

That got his attention.

“What the police wanna speak to you ‘bout?”

“Nothing drug-related, god, don’t have a fucking coronary. They didn’t even speak to me, just thought I might’ve witnessed something at the carnival. But I didn’t so… end of story.”

As you sat and continued to nibble at the snack, you watched Fez work wordlessly. You had to think; was your working here really paying him back?

Sure, he didn’t pay you, there was no exchange of money on either side, so you couldn’t be certain, but the store was never exactly busy, it almost seemed stupid to have two staff on, as Fez was always at the store when you were, and failing that; Ash was.

Did it really take two of you to stack a couple shelves and restock some cans of soda? It barely took 5 minutes to sweep and mop the floors. Surely, Fez was at best level on the money, and at worst; Still down a couple hundred bucks from whatever he paid Mouse.

4 days later, you were still feeling the comedown from the molly as you slouched in your chair watching as Rue stood proud – and probably mildly embarrassed – as she told the rest of the group about her lies. By now though, she was 13 days sober, and she was certain that was because of Jules. 

Even though you sent her a timid smile, you couldn’t help but think that her sobriety shouldn’t, and more importantly couldn’t rely on someone else. You had to forcefully swallow the lump that had formed in your throat as you watched her from your own seat of deceits.

Sure, you hadn’t technically lied to any of the group. You’d never told them your sob story, nor how long you had – or hadn’t – been sober. Didn’t want them prying into your relapses. If they could even be called that, anymore. 

But you still dutifully collected your ’X days sober’ chips. Thanked the group with a shy smile as they congratulated you. Shit, for a bunch of ex-addicts you were almost astonished that they hadn’t been able to see you were in the vast stages of a comedown.

And if they did notice, nobody had the balls to call you out on it. Nobody, except Ali, at least.

He was yet to straight-up call you a bullshitter, but he knew. And he knew that you knew. 

Which was exactly why – still bundled in an over-sized jumper that may, or may not, have been the one Fez had lent to you weeks prior – you avoided his dark, all-knowing eyes and darted from the hall before he could hook his talons in.

Since Friday meetings were later, you had originally planned to just head home, check in on your father and then crash for the rest of the night, but a speeding black car halted your plans when it nearly ran you over, the breaks screeching as the car came to a sudden halt.

You were all but ready to scream out at the asshole when you recognized who the driver actually was. You made your way closer to the now stationary car and knocked on the passenger window.

It only took a few seconds, but Maddy pressed the button to wind it down.

“Uh, You know you almost killed me back there, right?”

“You were the one on the road.” She huffed, only at half her usual level of sass.

Sighing, you took a moment to really look at her. Eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains not even dry on her cheeks, “You look like shit.”

She turned her attention towards you, her sad eyes peering over your frame just the same, “Yeah, well so do you.”

“Touche. So, what were you doing that was so captivating that you almost turned me into roadkill?”

Sighing, Maddy returned her attention to her phone that she’d shoved back on her lap, “I was calling Kat. I just… Shit, I don’t know. She’s busy, and Cassie is like, 30 fucking minutes away at McKay’s and I don’t have anyone else that I can talk to.”

You watched her as she started to cry, her chest heaving as sobs forced their way up her throat. Unsure of what to do, you opened the passenger door and slid in. Once you were close enough, you pulled Maddy into your arms, rubbing her back as her body racked in pain.

It didn’t take her long to calm herself down, and even though her whimpers had ceased, her tears seemed almost endless, a constant on her waterline, ready to escape at any given chance.

She was quietly driving back to your house, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire from embarrassment. It wasn’t like you two were friends; you barely even knew each other. Yet here you were, sat in her car that was parked outside of your house as she tried to keep herself composed.

You fiddled with the cuffs of the jumper for a moment, eyes unfocused as your forced yourself to remain present, “Listen, Maddy. I know you’ve probably heard from everyone and their fuckin’ mother about how Nate isn’t a good guy or whatever. 

I don’t really know him, shit, I don’t really know you either. But I know that whatever happened to you, is fuckin’ traumatizing, especially if it’s done by someone you love, and nobody is doubting how much you love him. But if he put his hands on you then… He needs help. Like real, psychiatric help, because you don’t do that shit to someone you love. That isn’t passion, it’s abuse. If he did put his hands on you, then it’s only the beginning, and it’s all downhill from here, Maddy.”

Your eyes darted towards your house, grateful that the lights were off and your father was seemingly asleep and hopefully sober.

When you returned your attention back to Maddy, her eyes were flitting between yourself, and your house. She didn’t utter a word but sent a tremulous smile your way instead.

Getting out of the car, you leaned over the rolled-down window, “You can stay the night, you know if you don’t wanna go home.”

Maddy was about to respond before a text from Cassie came through. Scanning the message, she couldn’t help the broad smile that tugged at her lips. She quickly downloaded the app Cassie had mentioned before replying, “Oh uh, that’s OK. But thank you. Really. It was nice to just talk and you know… not be judged or told what to do.”

You nodded, before standing and patting the roof of her car, “See you later, Maddy.”

You knew she was most likely driving somewhere to meet Nate, and you just hoped she’d be OK. You knew first-hand how much people trying to force your hand only made you dig your heels in deeper.

High school boyfriends weren’t the be-all and end-all of toxic relationships. But as you peeked your head into your father’s room, watching as his chest rose and fell, you realized you and Maddy were both loyal to the people you loved.

And maybe, that would be your downfall.

Chapter Three: Everyone’s Business

Well, even though I’m depressed I’m not sorry,
I don’t wanna leave this bed at all,
I’ve got a brick on my chest,
And hell is gripping my legs,
And there’s a demon, he’s 10 foot tall,
But honestly, 
He doesn’t seem like much of a threat, yeah.

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:4,542

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of addiction, very brief mentions of overdosing. Reader is also a lil bit of an asshole in this.

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

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For the second time since you’d met you’d awoken on Fez’s couch. The only difference was this time; he was there with you. Head back and mouth slightly ajar, this was the first time you’d seen him actually look somewhat peaceful. 

You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, brow furrowed as you looked around the room. You were drowsy and wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep for 12 hours. Unfortunately, your shuffling awoke Fez, who sat himself up quickly, eyes connecting with yours immediately. 

Once convinced that you were not, in fact, dead, he settled a little more, leaning back onto the couch, “Wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.”

“Was I that bad?” You questioned, voice raspy where your throat was so dry. If Fez told you that you’d run through the Mojave Desert last night eating sand, you’d have taken every word as gospel.

Rubbing his hand over his eyes, Fez tried in vain to wake himself up, “That shit is bad enough; you ain’t supposed to mix it. ‘Specially not with benzos.”

Letting yourself lay back down – your frail arms no longer able to hold up your weight – you sighed, “Don’t think I had much choice.”

“I told you, you shouldn’t have been here. Guys like Mouse… Shit, they don’t fuck around, you get me?” When you didn’t reply, Fez tried a different approach, “How you feelin’ now?”

“Honestly… Still pretty fuckin’ blissful.”

Hearing him sigh in defeat, you couldn’t help but feel bad. The guy – drug dealer or not – had been minding his own damn business when you’d wrecking ball-ed your way into his life. 

Your life choices up until this point hadn’t been great, and this wasn’t the first time your shitty decisions had dragged someone down with you… But it seemed you just couldn’t help the collateral damage during your self-destruction.

You were happy enough to sabotage your own life, destroying it with one stupid fucking decision after another but once again, you’d dragged someone else along for the ride. Someone who wasn’t exactly a willing participant. Shit, you didn’t even fucking know the guy.

“I am so fucking sorry, Fez.”

He was silent for a moment as if he was rehashing the night, deciding whether or not your apology was genuine. Eventually, though, he released another sigh and turned his head towards you, “Shit, ain’t nobody know it was gonna go down like that. I’m just glad you’re not dead.”

Part of you wished you felt the same.

Taking in his features, you thought he looked older than he was. Not in a 'more mature' way, but more so in a ’Sisyphus rolling a boulder up a hill repeatedly for the rest of eternity' way.

You knew he was a 20-something-year-old high-school dropout. Rue had told you as much. Something about his Grandma being the drug pin of East Highland, before Fez – and Ash – took over. 

She’d never told you why, just shrugged her shoulders and continued to her class.

“Why was you here last night?” He asked, voice low and husky.

The memories of your fight with your father flooded your brain, and you had to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Just shit going on at home, you know. Needed something to take my mind off it.”

“Shit… Got more than you bargained for there.”

“Yeah, next time I might just go for a run instead.”

The small rumble of laughter that left Fez’s lips made your own pull up into a bashful grin. Had you ever heard him laugh before? 

Fez pushed his chest out slightly, rotating his neck as he tried to work out the kinks, “You didn’t have to stay out here with me.”

“Can’t really tell if someone’s ODing from down the hall.” He countered, resting one arm over the back of the couch, the other gently resting over your blanket-clad legs. 

A little while later when your legs were finally able to carry your own weight – though you were walking like Bambi on ice – you followed Fez down the hallway and back to his room. Fez pointed out the bathroom as you passed, but mentioned nothing of the other door that was slightly ajar. 

Trying your best to not appear nosy, you peeped in as you passed, but you couldn’t see much. Fez picked up your shorts and hoody, handing them to you with a slight frown. Whilst the bottoms had dried out overnight, the hoody was still damp because of the thick cotton.

He was about to leave, ready to give you some privacy, when he turned to his drawers, pulling out a green jumper. After throwing it at your head – knowing damn well you wouldn’t have your normal reflexes – he made his way towards the kitchen.

Forgoing your damp hoody for his soft forest green jumper, you tried your best not to snuggle down into it. Sure, it was California and it wasn’t exactly cold in September, but the chill from the previous evening’s rain had settled in your bones, leaving its mark.

After dressing and using his bathroom, you finally made your way back down the hallway, noting Ash sat on the couch, eating cereal and watching cartoons.

“Shit, so you are still alive.”

You sent him a tight smile, nodding your head. You didn’t fully remember what happened last night, at least not after taking Fentanyl. It was all a little foggy; like everything was in slow motion. If you were completely honest, it felt fucking beautiful.

“Yeah, sorry about last night.”

Ashtray watched you for a moment, then simply shrugged his shoulders and continued shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth, “How you gonna pay him back?”

It took a moment for you to register what Ash meant, eyes widening as you turned your attention to Fez, “He made you pay for that shit? I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“Yeah well, Mouse is a cunt. I couldn’t not spot you, you get me?”

Although unaware of the situation that could’ve occurred last night had Fez not had your back, you felt guilty. Sure, Fez was a drug dealer, but he seemed like a pretty decent guy, just trying to make money and live his life like anyone else in the world. And you were a stranger to him. Nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t owe you shit.

“Fez don’t spot no one. How you gonna pay up?”

You could ask your father, but his answer would depend entirely on his mood and level of sobriety. Which – just like yours – hadn’t exactly been great recently. Like father, like daughter, right?

“I uh… I can help out at the store?”

“We don’t employ junkies,” Ash grumbled, placing his bowl on the coffee table.

“He’s right,” Fez sighed before holding the palms of his hands out towards you when your eyebrow shot up, “Not about the junkie thing but… Having someone who does drugs selling drugs… That shit ain’t smart for business, you feel me?”

Exhaling sharply, your glare bore into both brothers, “I didn’t mean that part of it. I meant the legal side.”

The two brothers were silent for a moment as they exchanged looks that you couldn’t even begin to read. Ashtray rolled his eyes before grabbing his bowl and putting it in the sink, seemingly giving Fez his blessing.

The older brother turned to you, “Fine. Come in this evening-”

“I actually have plans until like, 8pm.” You interrupted him, sending an apologetic smile his way when he frowned, “Narcotics Anonymous. I kinda can’t miss it…”

You heard a laugh escape Ash, and honestly… You couldn’t blame him. You were attending the meetings, sure. But like hell were you implementing anything that they tried to teach you. You weren’t sober, and you had no intentions of being so any time soon.

“OK. Well, we’re open late. Meet me after. I’ll get you set up.”

Fez offered you a lift home, knowing your body was still coming down from the Fentanyl, and motioned for you to go wait in the car. 

As he packed up the drugs he’d purchased from Mouse, ready to take them to the store and wash his hands with the memory of the previous night, Fez heard Ash tut. Continuing to pack his bag, Fez side-eyed the boy, “You got no fuckin’ manners bro, you know that?”

Ash eyed him up and down, an unimpressed expression settled on his face, “And you got no fuckin’ game, bro. You know that?”

Ash turned on his heels, making his way to his room to get dressed, leaving his brother to watch him go, brows pinched together.

The ride home was quiet enough; Fez put some music on low and you were thankful that it drowned out the silence, and hopefully prevented any further conversations.

You felt like shit, the effects of the Fentanyl wearing off, leaving your body weak and your mind a little groggy, and to top it all off, you now owed Fez a shit ton of cash.

As he pulled up outside your house, he sighed, rubbing his hand over his head, “You gonna be 'aight getting to the store tonight?”

Turning, eyes widened as you peered at him, you merely nodded, “Yeah, it’s cool.”

As you made your way towards the front door, you could hear Fez’s car still rumbling behind you as he waited for you to enter the house before he drove off. You could only hope that the engine noise didn’t disturb your father, who was most likely passed out on the couch after a long night of doing fuck all but drowning his sorrows.

“The fuck you been?”

Because of course, life couldn’t just give you a break.

Making your way past him and towards the kitchen, you tried to keep your wobbly legs strong, “Just stayed with a friend.”

He hummed in reply, before passing you and grabbing himself a mug, filling it with coffee, “Well, let me know next time. I was worried.”

As he made his way toward the stairs, every fiber of your body was tempting you, begging even, to scream at him, tell him to go fuck himself. That he wasn’t worried, that he never cared. But the guilt welded your mouth shut, dragging your words back down your throat, holding them tightly in your chest, and leaving you with a weight that could drown you.

Because your father did care. Just… Only sometimes. When it benefited him, or when he was able to stay sober for more than a few days.

And that’s why you remained loyal to him, despite the neglect and abuse. Because sure, he was a grade-A cunt when he was drunk. But when he was sober? He was a different man.

When you were younger, he’d take you out for ice cream, to the park, to the zoo… Anything your heart desired. You had been enrolled in one of the best private schools on the East-coast, and as you got older, your father paid for piano lessons and art classes… Life was pretty fucking great. You were privileged, and you knew it. Unfortunately, at the time, you also fucking acted like it. You know what they say, though. 

The higher you climb, the further you fall.

Andshit did it feel like you hit every god damn branch on the way down.

“Hi, I’m Rue and I’ve been clean for 60 days.”

Forcing your lips into a firm, straight line, you thought it was a little hypocritical of you to laugh. You weren’t all that different, were you?

So instead, you kept your face stoic and clapped along with everyone else, listening as Rue told her story to the room.

“The hardest bit has been… Feeling like I owe it to myself. And, maybe that’ll get easier. I hope it will. Thank you.”

Rue walked back to her seat – the chair in front of yours – and settled back in with a sigh.

“60 days? Well done, Rue." 

She turned in her chair, but her eyes darted everywhere except at you as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Leaning forward, you placed your hand on her shoulder, offering her a small, genuine smile, "Really Rue. No matter how long it’s been… Well done.”

You’d spoken a little in school, and she had introduced you to a few of her friends. She’d mentioned one lunch that she had remained sober for a little while now. 

You made your way over to the table where Rue and Jules sat, both chatting as they looked at the latter girl’s phone.

Placing your tray on the table, you opened your mouth ready to complain about the day-old, hard pizza you’d just paid for when Jules’ phone was thrust into your face.

The image was blurry at first, and you had to push the girl’s arm away a little to be able to see it. You took a moment, eyebrows furrowed and eyes darting between the picture, and Jules, the girl looking at you smugly, “Is this, or is this not, a huge dick?”

“Fucking hell, Jules. It’s too early to be showing me pictures of people’s dicks.”

Rue smirked as Jules huffed, rolling her eyes and shoving the picture in your face once more after you’d sat down, “It’s like 1pm. Now… Big dick, right?”

You sighed, sending the girl an exasperated look before peering back at the photo, “Uh, yeah. Sure. Big dick… Why is there an Evian bottle in the picture?”

“Size reference,” Rue shrugged before taking a sip of her drink.

Jules continued grinning down at her phone, seemingly distracted by a text. Turning your attention to Rue, you sent her a small smile, “You look good, Rue.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks. Probably due to the lack of illegal substances flowing around my body.”

Placing a hand over hers, you squeezed it once reassuringly, “Well, whatever you’re doing… It’s a good look on you.”

You’d left pretty soon after Jules asked Rue to help her with something top secret, throwing your pizza in the bin as you passed.

“Two weeks,” She mumbled, her voice croaky as she sent you a feeble smile.

“That’s fucking great, Rue.” Patting her on the shoulder, your attention was quickly pulled to the front of the room as the speaker called your name, a gentle smile on her plump lips as she offered you the stage.

“Uh, no. I’m good for now, thanks.” Sending her back your own strained grimace.

Feeling your chair jolting forward slightly, you turned as the man’s smooth voice filled your ears, “Seems like you got a lot to say today. You sure you don’t wanna take a turn?”

Sending the man a stern glare, you moved your chair back to its original position, hoping to hit his knee or land on his toe… Whatever. “I said I’m good, Ali. Drop it.”

To anyone who had attended these meetings for long enough, they would know that you’ve spent almost every session sitting in your normal chair – not too far in the back, but nowhere near the front. You liked being in the middle of the ocean of people. You were less noticeable there – sitting quietly until the end of the meeting. You clapped along with everyone else, sipped coffee from the polystyrene cups, and made small talk with the other attendants, but you’d be damned if you’d open your mouth and tell them anything about your life.

You were here solely to keep people off your back. To look like you were trying, and if those people were unaware that you’d walk home smoking a blunt, or pop a few pills before you’d pass out and finally get some sleep… Then that was their problem.

Ali had given you space for a while, watching from afar whenever you’d decline to share your story. At first, he’d thought maybe you were just shy, embarrassed, even. But it didn’t take long for him to realize you were just full of shit.

You made your way out of the building with Rue, the girl quietly speaking as you took a sip from your hot coffee, hissing slightly as it burned your lip. She was planning to head home, and you had a moderately short walk to the store to meet Fez. You weren’t sure what you could do there at this time, but if it meant paying him back every dollar, you’d mop the floors until sunrise.

“Yo, 60 days… No small feat.”

“Thanks.” Rue began to unlock her bike as Ali continued to ask her questions. About her overdose… About her sister.

You were ready to head out – you’d put up with Ali’s shit for long enough, Rue was on her own for this one – but the man pulled out a cigarette box, holding it out to you. Though he was someone you purposely tried not to interact with, he could read you like a book sometimes.

Taking one, you barely listened to him drone on at Rue. Ali Muhammad, the man with the almighty mouth! 

Shaking your lighter a few times, it flickered before burning out, and you knew you’d have to get another one. Accepting Ali’s – who had barely stuttered during his speech to Rue whilst he held it out – you inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sit on your chest for a moment.

You watched as he handed Rue a card that you had been all too familiar with, “Let me know when you want to stop trying to kill yourself and eat some pancakes.”

Leaning back against the wall, he waited for Rue to unchain her bike, telling her as she turned to you, “She’s good, we need a word.”

As if he had provided the last piece of the puzzle your dad had given you before, you squeezed your eyes closed and huffed, head tilted towards the sky, “Shit. Not you. Anyone but you.”

A fucking sponsor.

“Sorry, girl. Your father rang me, thinks it would be a good idea. We both do.”

“I already see enough of you twice a week, I don’t need to add to that.”

Ali chuckled, blowing the smoke out of his mouth and towards the sky as you watched him. “This shit is hard, I get it. Getting sober was damn near the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But to get there you gotta start somewhere, and it’s always easier having someone in your corner who’s been through the same kind of bullshit you have-”

“-You don’t know what bullshit I’ve been through-”

“-And I’m not gonna force you to tell me. That’s your private shit, I get it. But having someone to talk to can do a world of good.”

Giving you a card – you’d already had three stashed away at home, and you were now certain that was where your father had found his contact details – he made his way back inside, leaving you to stare at the stupid, white card, before shoving it in your pocket and beginning your walk.

“You get many people this late at night?” You inquired, pushing a heavy carton full of drinks across the floor with your foot until you got to the right fridge.

“Nah, but we get the restock out the night before, saves doing it between customers.”

“So it’s just you in the day?” You propped open the fridge, using your hip to keep it open as you bent over, grabbing a few of the bottles and putting them in their place.

Fez watched you from a distance, sitting on the table next to the cash register, “Yeah, til Ash gets outta school. You in Rue’s grade?”

“Nah, senior.” You finally closed the fridge door, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead.

“How was the meeting?”

Shrugging a single shoulder, you grabbed the plastic packaging and rolled it into a ball, making your way back to Fez’s side and throwing it in the small bin by his legs, “It was fine. Saw Rue there again, seems like she’s doing well.”

“Yo, can I ask you somethin’? But like, I don’t want you to get mad…”

Leaning against the red racking that homed the bags of share-sized chips, you cocked a brow, silently allowing him to go on.

“Why’d you go to the meetings, if you ain’t staying sober? Like, ain’t that the whole point of 'em?”

You watched him for a moment, trying to process the politest way to tell him to mind his own damn business. Instead, you settled with “You know, you’re either the worst or best dealer I’ve ever met.”

Fez watched you as you grinned at him, but he could tell the smile was for show, “Whatchu mean?”

“You’re a dealer, do you really wanna get involved in your client’s rehabilitation? Do you want them to get sober?”

Fez was quiet for a moment, thinking over his answer. Just as you turned, ready to grab some more stock, his voice stopped you, “Some of 'em, yeah. Rue, for one.”

Your fingers fiddled with the handle of another fridge, this one needing to be stocked with beer, “You and Rue… You close?”

“Yeah man, Rue’s family.”

“And you want her to get sober?”

“I don’t want her to die, so yeah…”

“Yet, you’re still dealing to her? Makes no sense to me.”

You didn’t mean to sound so rude, but you were yet to meet a drug dealer who actually gave a shit about someone he was supplying. Because as soon as Rue stopped buying, that was one customer less for Fezco. Yet the longer he did supply her with drugs, the worse she was going to get. 

Fez remained silent, his eyes vacant as he seemed lost in his thoughts.

After a while of watching you potter about, becoming accustomed to the layout of the store, Fezco was ready to shut up shop when a truck’s engine grabbed his attention. It was the only customer he’d had in a while, and, of course, it was right as he was about to close.

“What’s up, Fez?”

Fez knew who it was as soon as the guy had entered the store, watching him in the convex mirror.

“Sup.” He responded with his usual nonchalant tone.

Nate stopped, halting for a moment as you bent over to grab the last pack of beer before scooting around you, his hand brushing past your lower back as you stood up.

The aisle wasn’t the widest, but it was wide enough to keep his hands to himself, Fez thought as he watched Nate send you a disarming smile, 

“Sorry, just uh… Need to get in here.”

A small ’Oh’ was released from your lips as you quickly side-stepped further away from him, allowing him space to open a fridge door and grab a bottle of water from it,

“Thanks. Hey, uh… Aren’t you new here? I haven’t seen you around much.”

Sending him a small, but friendly smile back, you nodded, “Been here a couple of weeks now.”

His eyes lit up with recognition as he looked over you, “Oh yeah, shit. Didn’t you go to McKay’s party? I remember something about a new girl almost OD'ing on the couch?”

You wanted to correct him, tell him that whilst yes, it was stupid to take two pills whilst drinking, you were far from overdosing. Shit, you were just tired. You didn’t know who had started the rumor, nor why, but you’d heard the whispers around school just as much as Nate had. Instead, you kept your smile in place, keeping it wide and innocent,

“Yeah, I guess that was me. Hey… Aren’t you the guy whose girlfriend fucked another guy in the pool in front of like… everyone?”

You could feel Fezco’s eyes on you from the register where he was still perched, unsure whether or not he needed to step in. To say the air was filled with a thick, uneasy tension would be an understatement.

It was Nate’s dark eyes that held you captive at that moment as you refused to back down from his staring competition. His smile dropped, and your eyes darted to his throat, watching as he struggled to swallow a lump that had formed in his throat, but as quickly as it had disappeared, his smile was once again plastered over his face.

Only this time, it was much more sardonic, “I mean, we were broken up at the time. But yeah. Guess that’s me, too.”

His eyes washed over you, taking in your whole body from head to toe as if you amused him in some way that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It wasn’t condescending, but it was… something.

Nodding his head at you, Nate made his way to the register, placing the bottle of water down next to where Fezco had sat, fishing for his wallet as he ignored the other man’s eyes on him,

“Some rolling papers too, man.”

“That’ll be $2.50, playboy.”

After Nate had left – Fez closing the shutters behind him – you’d both remained quiet for a while. He counted up the cash in the register, locking it away as he watched you from the corner of his eye.

“You uh, you never told me why you still go to those meetings.”

“You never told me how much you paid Mouse.”

“And you never told me how you got that cut on your head.”

It was like a dick swinging contest. You knew he’d meant it to come off as nothing more than polite conversation, something to ease the tension that had been left in the wake of Nate Jacobs. But it had been a long day, and you were tired of people trying to stick their nose in your business.

First your father, then Ali and Nate, now Fez.

You turned around abruptly, eyes sharp as you failed to hold your tongue, “Listen, Fezco. I’m really grateful you’re letting me pay you back by working here, and I’m still not sure why you’ve been so nice to me, but I don’t need nice. I don’t need your pity.”

He couldn’t lie, your tone cut him a little. He’d been nice enough – perhaps a little too nice – and whether that was for your sake, Rue’s sake, or simply because he was brought up with a lot of respect for women, he couldn’t be sure.

Either way, your tirade had caught him a little off guard, “Go the fuck home then. We’re done here 'til tomorrow anyway.”

It was a little before midnight when you stormed across the small car park, ready for the long walk home. Fez had turned off the lights and locked up, already halfway to his car when he shouted to you,

“Ay, get the fuck in the car, I ain’t letting you walk your ass home alone at this time.”

Fez couldn’t be sure why he’d offered to drive you home that night, even after you’d been a bit of an asshole.

And when he’d finally pulled up outside your house, you’d wished he never offered in the first place.

i think ima drop the first chapter of my fezco (euphoria) fic sat night/sunday

it was only meant to be a couple chapters, not overly following much of the show and here i am now 5 chapters in and half way through the 1st season whoops

sultrypotter:

Fezco Fic Recommendations ii

I have a part one to this! Also follow all the writers and like and reblog every single one of these fics because they’re amazing!

• not so innocent↣@illgiveyouanythingcal
• green eyes↣@iheartlexihoward
• don’t touch my girliiiiiivvvi↣@jeyramarie
• hold up↣@fezco-youphoria
• it’s our new thing↣@yourwonkywriter
• stress and secretsiiiii↣@authenticmiya
• pretty new girl↣@withlovealwaysxx
• embroidered↣@sublimecatgalaxy
• worried↣@fezco-youphoria
• proper orgasm↣@iguessweallcrazyithinktho
• since I’ve been loving youiiiiiiv↣@scarlet-star-witch
• rain or shine↣@divine17
• yours truly↣@seraqx
• fire starterii↣@collecting-stories
• when you say nothing at all↣@once-upon-an-imagine
• the joker and the queen↣@glittersandsourcherries
• the last time↣@once-upon-an-imagine
• picket fence↣@hellbound-bunny
• calculated risk↣@wanda-bucky-steve
• five senses↣@irrelevantwriter
• eye for an eye↣@glittersandsourcherries
• nsfw alphabet↣@sargeant-bxrnes
• past the castle walls↣@unhoelyplaces
• happy new year playboy↣@glittersandsourcherries
• New Years chaos↣@jeyramarie
• somewhere in between↣@spideeysense
• one last thing↣@divine17
• relapse↣@leahsficemporium
• short skirt↣@iguessweallcrazyithinktho
• my boysii↣@sublimecatgalaxy
• drunk high and oblivious↣@bubblegumspacebxtch
• hungover and lovesick↣@bubblegumspacebxtch
• shades of cool↣@fezco-youphoria
• teacherii↣@ravewood
• black lingerie↣@iguessweallcrazyithinktho
• mess↣@lilaalouuxx
• unexpected high↣@applepiewinchesters
• soul sucker↣@superhoeva
• spellbound↣@superhoeva
• father to be↣@lostaurorax
• moth to a flame↣@pussypockett
• break up, make up, whatever↣@spideeysense
• trust the dealer↣@bubblegumspacebxtch
• party flavor↣@glittersandsourcherries

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Sometimes you meet that one person in your life, the one that just makes sense. You don’t remember a time before them and can’t imagine one without them. 

Fezco was your best friend. You first met back in high school, both dumb pothead freshman. You sat in the back of biology class, with slightly baggy cargo pants and a large black hoodie over. 

“Hey Bro, you got a pencil?” Fez asked as he kicked your chair slightly to wake you up. 

“Uh here.” You mumbled looking over and handing him a lead pencil. Who doesn’t bring a pencil first day of school?

“Pink? That’s a little girly” He asked giving you a goofy smile.

“I am a girl.” You said letting the hoodie fall off. Fez’s eyes widens noticing how pretty you where even with no makeup and the baggy clothes. 

“Shit- my bad” He said hoping he didn’t fuck it up with his lab partner before the year even started.  

But in fact it didn’t bother you at all, you never where one to flaunt your body, you didn’t like more attention on you. And that year that’s all it took for Fez to mingle his way in your life. 

You almost wanted to hate him when he dropped out of school leaving you alone. You weren’t really alone, you had Rue and a few others but now you here a senior. 

“Got any bud on you?” You asked before jumping on the counter of Fez’s convent store. 

“You ain’t hang out with me for free weed” Fez teased as he looked over at you. He felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he noticed you wearing a tight tank top and a huge pair of sweat pants. Parts of your stomach was exposed and your boobs still looked pretty huge even if you only wore a sports bra. He wasn’t used to you showing skin. Since the day he met you, it was always baggy clothes. 

Then something happened, he’s not sure when or why but you seemed more of a girl to him. You weren’t self concise about your body, you thought you had pretty good assets actually. But you just never wanted people to stare. You never had anyone to impress either so why not be comfortable all the time instead. 

“I would never, I just ran out” You said as you where kicking your legs watching him stock the beer. 

“You went through it that fast?” He asked giving you a look with a raised eyebrow. 

“I had a lot of college essays to get through, couldn’t do it without being high” You huffed as you opened a soda.

“Hey Fez” You heard a shy voice. You looked up to se Lexi standing against the refrigerators. 

“Lexi Howard, how are you?” He asked bring his attention to her. 

“ I’m good.” He started but you just rolled your eyes before jumping off the counter and finding Ash in the back. You grabbed a rolled blunt smiling as you sent Ash an wink before taking it. 

“Jesus Y/N, what did I tell you about smoking inside the store.” Fez said giving you a glare. Lexi was already making her way out the store. 

“Sorry sorry. So you and Lexi?” You asked giving him a nudge. 

“Nah I don’t know. She’s cool” Fez said not wanting to talk about it, especially with you. 

“She’s pretty.” You admitted. sure you knew he kind of, you knew her sister Cassie way more.

“You into girls now ma?” Fez asked smirking.

“No it’s not like that gezz.” You said getting annoyed with this conversation already. 

“You sure?” He said pushing you a little too much. 

“High school boys are just dumb. Whats the point of dating? Bad sex and emotional damage? “ You asked before rolling your eyes and making your way out the store. It bothered you that Fez didn’t see you as anything else. It was probably the same as he saw Rue. Fez just sighed going back to work and not minding out little out burst. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” You asked out of no where making Rue let out a laugh. Beside Fez, Rue was your number one. You’ve stuck with her through the worst. 

“What’s this about?” she said passing you back the blunt.

“Do you think Fez sees me as a guy or somthin?” You asked knowing Rue was pretty close to Fezco. 

“No you just never give him the time of day to see you a different way.” She said honestly. She’s knows you pretty well. 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked looking up at her from your bed. 

“Maybe dress up, show off that you can be more womenly or whatever.” Rue said thinking over what she was trying to say. 

“I know the perfect person for this.” Rue said as her eyes got bright as if a light bulb went off. 

That’s how you found yourself Friday at Jules house with Rue. She knew there was going to a house party and knew that Jules is the perfect person to help you dress up and feel confidant. 

“This feels weird.” You huffed as Jules did your makeup. You weren’t new to makeup but the most you’d do would be mascara and your eye brows. 

“ You look great, I wish I had this much ass.” Jules said as she perfected your cat eye. You wore a white spaghetti strap dress that clung to ever curve. It might have been a size or two too small since it was Jules’. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said looking at yourself. 

“No this is a great idea” Rue said laughing before pulling you along with Jules out the house. 

The house was filled with drunk and high teenagers. The music was way too loud echoing almost. You felt too many eyes on you as you moved through the crowd with a drink. Your eyes darted to a certain someone leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Well look at you (y/l/n).” Fez said still not being able to comprehend that this was his best friend in front of him. 

“Kind of Rue and Jules doing.” You said looking down at the mini dress. You had to admit you did feel pretty. 

“For what?” Fez asked not knowing why’d you be dressed in this get up. To him you where always the prettiest in the room, it seemed like you drew attention even when you dressed like a 12 year old boy. Fezco never seemed to worry about boys around you, you always brunt their ego. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked feeling a little self conscious under his stare. 

“Nah ma, you like nice.” He said as a slightly pink blush came to his face that matched your own pink blush. But before you can say anything else someone came up to Fez to make a deal. And you knew better then to get involved with Fezco’s job. 

That’s how you found yourself a few too many drinks in and stupidly dancing with Maddy and Cassie. Fez would bounce back from making deals to making sure to keep an eye on you. He knew this wasn’t good. 

“I-m going to get another drink” You mumbled pushing yourself away from the crowd. 

“Gross” You sighed looking at all the beer and half finished drinks everywhere. 

“(y/n) never thought you would be hiding this much.” Nate voiced chimed in making you cringe as his eyes scanned every part of you. 

“And?” You said not even bother to give him any attention as you grabbed the vodka and pouring it in a cup mixing it with soda.

“Do you want to dance? Or I have more booze in my truck?” Nate asked stepping a little too close to you. 

“No thanks.” You said rolling your eyes. You weren’t best of friends with Maddy but everyone knew her and Nate’s on and off again toxic romance. And you wanted no part in any of it. 

“Come on, why else would you come out looking like this?” He asked grabbing your wrist pulling you closer to himself. 

“Fuck off Nate.” You mumbled trying to push away from him. As you turned bringing the drink to your lips you felt his hand on your upper arm puling you back. 

“What the fuck.” You groaned as you felt the drink spill over you. And maybe wearing a tight white dress and no bra wasn’t the best idea. 

“Holy shit.” Nate whispered with a smirk as he stared you down. He didn’t have a chance to do much else as Fez came up shoving him away from you. He lets you out of his sight for 5 minutes and your in a wet t shirt contest with Nate.

Fezco quickly slipped off his green sweat and pulled it over your head. He notice the look of dread in your glossed over eyes. It was the puppy eyes he could never say no to. He knew when your lip quivered you where either angry or about to cry. 

“Ash take her to the car, we’re bout to roll out.” Fez said gently pushing you back to Ash.

“Fez don’t” You said reaching out grabbing his wrist. You knew he could get violent especially with Nate Jacobs. 

“Please ma, Just go to the car.” Fez said with pleading eyes. He didn’t want you to see what he was about to do. Maybe if it was someone else he would’ve just took you and drove you back to his home. But it was Nate, and there was too much bad blood there. 

“Yo really startin’ to become a pain in my ass.” Fez said not liking the smirk on Nate’s face. 

“It wasn’t like that man.” Nate started to say but quickly got cut off when Fezco grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Though Nate was taller he stood no chance against Fezco strength. 

“I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of you again.” Fez said fuming with anger that he was trying to control.

“But you go near (y/n) you as good as dead.” Fez said glaring through Nate. 

“What are you her guard dog? She shouldn’t be flaunting around like that if she didn’t want attention-” Fez couldn’t take it. He let his anger over as his fist kept hitting Nate. 

“I ain’t gonna hold back next time. Leave her da fuck alone.” Fez said letting go of Nate letting him fall to the floor. He walked out to the car to seeAsh sitting in the back. Fez got in noticing you passed out as Ash held your hair from your face. 

“She good?” Fez asked driving back towards their house. 

“Yeah, ain’t ever see her this drunk before” Ash said not paying mind to his older bother. Fez kept stealing glances to make sure you where fine all the way home. 

“Come on now Ma.” Fez said as he pulled you out the car. He quickly picked you up brining you in the house.

“Got to wake up lil ma.” He said as he sat you on top of the counter in his bathroom. 

“No” You mumbled feeling like if you open your eyes you might throw up. Your whole body felt like it was spinning in motion. 

“Got to get you cleaned up” He said as he took a wet wash cloth and pressed it to your forehead. 

“mhmmm Fez” You whispered opening your eyes barley. 

“Tonight sucked” You mumbled out finally feeling like you where a little more there in reality. You jumped off the counter slowly peeling the sweater off and throwing it in the hamper. Fez couldn’t help when his eyes darted to your wet dress that clung to everything. 

“What you thinkin comin dressed like that?” Fez asked wanting to know what was going on in your head. He never had trouble before knowing everything going on with you. But this was really out of the blue for you. 

“I was trying to be more.” You said still drunk in thoughts. 

“More?” Fez asked desperate to get a real honest answer from you that actually made sense. 

“Just more of a girl.” You said thinking of how to word your scrambled thoughts without sounded like a complete dumbass. 

“You are a girl?” Fez pressed since this still wasn’t making any sense to him. 

“I just wanted you to look at me differently.” You confessed rolling your eyes at your best friend who still held a puzzled look. He watched your every move as you walked to turn on the shower. Your body felt so sticky, the dress felt too tight and you swore you could hear your own heart rate pounding through your head. 

“I just thought I could be more pretty.” You said as he walked closer to you. 

“Your so damn pretty. Why you got to make it weird. Thought I was more to you then that.” Fez said finally putting the pieces together. 

“Didn’t feel like you saw me more then some bro.” You said as your hands rested on his chest as he cornered you against the counter. 

“You are my bro, you my best friend. Your my family. I ain’t got much but your the most important constance in my life ma.” Fez confessed as his hand came to hold your waist. 

“I love you. I ain’t good with words but thought you knew that ma?” He said slowly leaning down his eyes almost begging for some sober response from you. 

“I love you stupid, why didn’t you ever just make a move or something?” You asked hitting his chest. 

“Why didn’t you?” He said as he made you look up at him. 

“touche” You whispered leaning closer to him. His lips pressed against your sending a shiver down your spin. It felt like your body was acting on it’s own as your gripped on to him like dear life. Fez pulled you up as you legs wrapped around his waist. He never felt like this, like everything just made sense. The kiss felt like it was everything and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“Fez” You whimpered as he forced himself to pull away from you. 

“Just shower, I ain’t takin you drunk.” He said still a little breathless from the kiss. 

“I’m not drunk” You huffed out but you knew you had no room to argue with him. 

“Please (y/n)” He said nodding to the shower. You gave up pulling off the dress making Fez freeze. He never seen you like this, and maybe you still had a little bit of drunk confidence. You slipped into the shower as Fez walked out the bathroom. 

When you where done you slipped out finding a pair a sweats and hoodie folded on the counter for you. It was your favorite hoodie of his. You walked back into his room to find him in his bed on his phone. 

“How you feelin?” He asked lifting the blanket so you could join him. 

“Not great.” You mumbled curling up at his side like you’ve done many times before. 

“Ight go to sleep, tomorrow gonna be a new day.” Fez said wrapping his arm around you. He was right, too much has happened today. 

“I love you ma.” He whispered before pressing you closer to him. You smiled letting sleep finally take over knowing you theres no other place you’d rather be then here with Fezco. 

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pt 2

“Ah yo, get your shit and get to school.” Fezco mumbled as he glared at Ashtray who was still slumped on the couch with his hood over his face and arms crossed over his chest. 

“I ain’t got to go.” Ash mumbled but he knew better then to start something this early in the morning with his older brother.  

“Ya ain’t gonna be some drop out like me.” Fez so before throwing the kids backpack at him.  Ash grumbled a few curses under his breath before making his way out the door. He didn’t get why he had to go to school, it wasn’t like he was going to go to college. 

You smiled as you finished writing the warm up problems on the black board. The kids started filling up the class with a groan. Math isn’t everyone favorite but you tried to make is as less painful as possible.

You where a new young teacher this school year and didn’t feel like many other senior teachers where on your side about progressive learning. You did you best to help your students but push them as well. 

“Good morning class.” You said smiling leaning against your desk that was in the front of the class room. 

“Midterms are graded, i will pass them out and the end of the period.” You said making a few other student groan. You gave the students option of working in groups or alone for the rest of the period going over the new material that will be covered. 

Just when the bell rang the student quickly made their way out the classroom. Your eyes darted to a certain student.

“Ash can you hang back for a minute?” You asked before he could make his escape. 

“I ain’t do it.” Ash said not knowing what the school was tying to blame him for now. 

“I want to have a parent teacher conference, it’s about your midterm” You said giving him a paper to give to his parent. 

“I ain’t got a parent.” Ash said giving you a glare. It usually worked, teachers mostly left him alone. But you seemed to be up his ass about school. 

“Tomorrow after last period.” You said with a stern voice. Ash just groaned leaving the classroom. 

As soon as he got back home he noticed Fez still at the table sorting. Fez easily could tell something was up with his younger brother. No sly remarks.

“What?” Fez asked not evening looking up. He knew something was on his mind, he basically raised this kid.

“Here” Ash mumbled shoving a paper to Fez. 

“The fuck you do now?” Fez asking looking over the note request for a parent teacher conference. 

And thats hows Fez found himself in the middle school sitting at student desk next to Ash. It’s been years since he’s been in side a school, you couldn’t stop shaking his leg. 

“Sorry bus duty the worst.” You mumbled panicked as you rushed back into your classroom to fin dAsh sitting at a desk with a  man around you age. You weren’t sure what to expect but he wasn’t it, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

“I’m Miss (y/l/n), Ash’s math teacher” You said smiling extending your hand out. Fez seemed to be almost frozen when he noticed you walk in. Your hair was pinned away from you face, a few strands hanging form the long day. Your smile made his inside turn and the shine in your eyes he’s never see before. It was probably brighter then the sun. That and your outfit wasn’t helping him at all. Even with the khaki slacks, black turtle neck and loafers he could see ever curve of you body without you even trying. 

Fez felt like he was getting punked. No way in hell could you be a teacher, he was probably older then you. Fez’s thoughts got interrupted as he felt Ash shove a hard elbow into his side snapping him out of any fantasy he was in.

 “O shit- I’m Fezco” He said quickly as he stood up taking you hand in his. 

“He’s my legal guardian.” Ash mumbled rolling his eyes at his dumb older brother. He just wanted to get this stupid conference over with. 

“i just wanted to talk about Ash’s grades. I know he’s been out of school but he doesn’t turn in any homework or classwork. But heres his midterm.” You said handing over the test to Fez. 

He looked down at the almost perfect score of the math midterm. Fez also was decent at math when he was still in school. 

“I ain’t cheat.” Ash said thinking he knew where this was going. 

“I know. Im just worried that without doing the other work you’ll fail this class. And i know you know understand the material. I just don’t understand why your not turning in your work?” You asked looking at them. 

“I’ll make sure he does his homework.” Fez said looking back in your eyes. He was expecting the worse thinking Ash got suspended again or worse, kicked out. 

“He’s too smart to be held back or get stuck in summer school.” You said before grabbing a packet you made from your desk. 

“This is the missed homework form this year. He if at least gets this done it’ll bump him up to a high C” You said handing Ash the packet. 

“He’ll get is done” Fez said before standing up and nodding towards Ash who followed in suite. 

“It was nice meetin ya.” Fez said giving you a smile and you nodded smiling back at him. 

“You too, And Ash i’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” You said giving them big smiles as you watched them leave out the door. 

“Why you ain’t tell me yo teacher ‘s hot” Fez asked bumping his younger brother as they walked down the hall together. 

“Why does it matter?” Ash said giving Fez a glare.

“When I think of math teacher, I ain’t think of her” Fez said as images of you still lingered in his thoughts. He was far to busy to ever spare a second thought on any girl. Sure there have been hooks up but no one he ever grew attached to. No one ever hunted his thoughts like you did. And he had no idea why.