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[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face 2 | 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: 3k+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, sexual assault, forced sexual labor, exploitation of young girl, abuse, abusive household, vulnerable situations.

A/N: So happy to keep going with this story! Thank you for those who ask or wanted a part 2! Hope you enjoy it! If anyone thinks any other warning should be included please let me know, thank you!

Fuck

No

Shit

Your body went cold. You had stopped moving and just stared at him, eyes locked. He kept an unfazed look, just looking up at you with his drowsy eyes. He wanted to know, he needed to know if you were his doll face. The little girl he had befriended all those years ago.

You regained your autonomy over your body and resumed your movements, praying that no one had heard or gotten suspicious.

“Doll face? You know sweetcheeks, carrot boy?”

Shit

Fuck

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.

“Nah, just confused her face.”

“She is a good one, isn't she?" You heard him say again. The redhead nodded slowly.

“Yeh, she is.”

Mouse’s laughter reverb over the place, making you feel the pressure of not stopping. Not looking at him.

“Yeah, she is a sweet one,” he took a sip of beer, “I promise, you can’t even imagine the number of guys that have cum in that same seat, my man…little sweetcheeks here making them cum with just a dance!”

Your jaw clenched, wanting him to stop talking about you like that. It was already an unpleasant enough experience to live as for to relieve it by word. Although the man beneath you seemed to not care at all.

He looked past your face and opened a beer from the many near. Raising his brows, making him seem like he couldn’t believe Mouse’s words.

“Really?” lacing his tone with fake astonishment.

“Yeah! Word is, little sissy here gives the best head around the neighborhood,” he comes near you, slapping one of your ass cheeks.

You had to grip the redhead's shoulders to prevent you from shuddering.

Please stop talking. You kept repeating in your head, with your eyes closed. Desiring to disappear from the embarrassment and just not having to face the look on the man’s face beneath you.

It wasn’t like you liked to do that. You just had to. A job is a job. Those words kept you going and stopped you from falling apart. 

At first, you had managed to keep up with your weekly quotas by just dancing, but when word got around, Mouse decided to higher his commission. Forcing you to look for more ways to make money.

And any time you tried to get a job that didn’t involve this word, your brother was back at you with threats and violence. You had tried so many times before, you ever gave your first blow job and had some bills thrown at your face.

You had felt disgusted with yourself and scrubbed your tongue. After that, you brushed your teeth for eternity. It took you long enough to insert in your head that it was part of your job. That it was just a job.

But word got around. Again. And as always, Mouse found a way to benefit himself. And now he had you dancing for his people and sucking them off. You didn’t even get privacy having to do everything in that same chair.

It was disgusting. It made you cry a lot. And it was something you definitely didn’t want him to know about.

Fez

Your Fezco

Only God knows how hard you prayed for so long for this day. Day, noon, night.

Your imagination had been the only thing that had kept you happy all this time. In the middle of dancing, upstage or private, between jobs, the only thing that kept you going and smiling was thinking about the different scenarios in which you could meet again.

Your favorite one was where you find yourselves at the university. You are walking around, maybe at the start of your first semester there. You are still a little lost and getting used to the installations that it takes you a while to get around.

You had your math class next and were absolutely lost with the indications that the office gave you. So, you asked a group of people sitting at an outside table.

They were friendly, and one of the girls even offered to take you. You thanked them all and left with the girl. And then, she would say something like, “Oh my GOD, you are going to love this class. The teacher assistant is so cute. Everyone loves it just because of him.”

And you wouldn’t believe her, oblivious to what was coming next. But when she left you at the door, and you had chosen your seat, it was going to be his voice that would have made you look up. And there he would have been, being a math teacher assistant. A great one.

Then, you would approach him, he would remember you, of course, and your encounters would increase following that day.

That was your favorite scenario because it just seemed right. It felt right. That was how life should have been for both of you.

But it never occurred, and you were stuck here. Being pulled by your hair by your brother’s hand brings you back to your reality.

The force that he pulled you with made you moan from the pain.

“Yeah, right," he laughed. “She loves it when you pull her like this, just like the slut she is, right little sissy,” he shoveled your head to the side with force and left the room, probably going to look for someone to deal with him.

Any female who would have been forced to have him couldn't help but make you feel bad.

You felt a soft hand go behind your head, taking it softly and caressing your skull. Fez, oh Fez. Still looking at you with those same eyes. And the same look he always had on for you when you were just kids.

He looked around discreetly, and when he was sure no one was around, he grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving.

You suddenly became shy under his sight and smiled nervously.

“Hi,” you muttered, failing to contain your nervousness and focusing your eyes anywhere else than his face.

Yet, he cradled your face softly. Inciting you to rest your cheeks in his hold, making you feel warm, safe, and delicate.

“My pretty doll face,” he couldn’t believe his eyes, “You were here? All this time? How did I never see you?”

“I keep to myself mostly. When not working or with…Mouse,” you doubt a little at the end. You see his eyes harden at the name.

“What’s he of you?”

You clench your jaw, embarrassed at the situation. At first, you were a little doubtful, but you finally told him, “My brother.”

“No brother should be treating his little sister like that,” his eyes soften at your sight. For him, you seemed fragile due to all the abuse and violence surrounding you, and it was wrong. You had always been full of confidence in yourself. You never seemed scared and always smiled at the world. That was you, he remembered, the little girl that had been the focal source of inspiration all this time.

He wanted you to become her again, your true self. Not what these people wanted and were forcing you to be; scared and oppressed, abused.

“Women should be protected, adored. No matter their job choice or anything,” he murmured against your forehead, leaving his lips pressed, trying to comfort you without being too excessive with his touch.

But you wanted a hug, you caved touch from him. After all these years without any glimpse of gentleness, you had forgotten what it felt to be warm.

Slowly, your arms went around his middle, and he secured you between his arms, eyes closed by both parts. Just two people savoring the moment.

“Why have you not you left,”

“I can’t. I’ve tried so many times,” you felt the tears starting to form.

He strokes your hair and kisses your head crown.

"Whenever you pack your things and leave, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

“Fezco, you don’t have to,”

“Too bad, I want to,” he smiled at you.

“Fezco,” you said softly.

“I want to, doll face. Okay?”

“Okay,” you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Now this has "Whenever you pack your things and depart, one day. Find milk," he sighs. It's a convenience store. Ask for me if I'm not in there. Tell them that I sent you.

Now this has effortlessly turned into your favorite memory.

Sadly, all good things have to end, and this moment too.

“I have to go, little girl,” he murmured against your hair.

“Just…5 minutes more, please?” 

“I wish, but not wanna risk getting someone mad at you,” he said as his arms prepared to let you go, but you snuggled closer into his chest.

“I don’t want to let you go,” you tighten your grip on him.

He laughs softly while exhaling. You are not letting me go, ma." He kisses the crown of your head, saying, "We'll be together again. Where're you working at, pretty girl?"

You press your lips together in a tight line before you let out a sigh, “At the neighborhood’s strip club.”

“Alright, now I know where to find you,”

“We’re not losing contact anymore?”

He exaggerates his hold on you while kissing your crown, saying, "No more, pretty one," which causes you to chuckle. "You won't be free of me, you hear me? I have to give this gorgeous one a lot of visits.

You nod, euphoric by his words. But wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear you say yes and laugh. For you, let yourself be carefree for a second.

He moves his lips down to your ear and repeats his question with a funny tone, “You hear me, ma? You hear me!?” 

“Yes! Yes, I do!” you laugh, looking up at him, just for him to be already staring back at you with his hooded eyes and a cute smile. He kissed your forehead one last time before getting up with you still in his arms and letting you down in the chair gently.

He strokes your face, taking some strands off and tucking them behind your ears. You smiled at him, and he had never stopped doing so. He walked backward for most of the footpath until he closed that door, and you were back.

Aware of your surroundings, feeling the disgust coming back and curling up on the chair, starting to count to 10, trying to control your breaths.

Nights and days went by, and you had to keep up with your life. Your work and your dancing. But you couldn’t help feeling some sort of hope filling you. You felt motivated for a better future. That there might be a future out there after all.

You felt yourself changing and even started dancing in between your dances. It felt unbelievable how powerful a moment can become, no matter how short.

Your shift had ended, and you were putting away your things in your bag when one of the security guys entered the room. You side-eye him, “You want to head? If you do, the price went up.”

“Your brother’s guy is here. They are waiting for you. Outside.” he gruffed, leaving just as he entered.

You froze. The only time this happens is when your payment is due. And you were not due until the end of the week. You walk through the people until going through the back door and waving goodbye to the early morning shift guys.

You kept your head down, walking silently and with an iron grip over your bag. You recognize the man standing out of the vehicle, one of your brother's buddies.

He opens the door without making a sound, giving each other a nod, closing it after you. You stare at him through the tinted glass. The car was empty beside your brother’s presence beside you.

“I’m not due,” you muttered.

“Well, little sissy. You know what happens to people who earn more than they deserve?” He pulls out a blunt and inhales a long puff before filling the car with smoke. You shook your head.

“Their payment goes up,” he releases smoke. Right to your face, making you hold your breath by reflex.

“I don’t have more money, Mouse.” you try to reason, “Between you and my employer, I barely have any more money left.”

He chuckles breathlessly, "Heard your blowie price went up. Who knows? 'Might be the time you start using your pussy. I know a few who would pay big grand for a taste."

“I’m not doing that,” your hand grips the seat.

“Well, I tried. Now pay, or you’ll be working with a bruised eye.”

“I don’t have any money, Mouse.”

“What about tips?” 

In my locker, safe from any trash like you.

“Boss keeps them,”

He sits still for a few seconds with the blunt between his lips.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he grabs a fist of your hair, pulling from it, making you look at the car’s ceiling, hurting your neck by the sudden movement.

You moan in pain, and he grabs you in a chokehold, “Careful there, honey. My buddies here might think you like that and wanna try doing it themselves.”

“You wouldn’t”

He yells out a name and yanks down your strapless top with a questioning, "You sure?" Someone unlocks a door. "Miralas. A que no son bonitas? Tocalas, she likes it." Mouse plays with and massages your boobs while encouraging his buddy to do the same. The hands then shift shortly after. (Look at them. Aren't they lovely? Touch them)

The guy starts by playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your brother pulls your hair, making you moan in pain again.

“You hear that, bro? Told you she likes it,” he laughs.

You feel the tears forming in your eyes. This had never happened before. You had never felt so vulnerable. Feeling unable to move or even react to any slight movement. Your grip is stuck on the leather seat. And your breathing turned erratic.

You notice the guy taking his finger into his mouth and then back at your nipples, wetting them. Your body shakes in fear and disgust. You pray for everything to stop or for you to just black out and not remember anything.

“They feel nice, bossman.”

His hand moves down, rubbing your genitalia, and says, "Let me tell you what, in a few days, this pussy could be all yours." He licks your neck, "Think of it as a present from me, a sneak peek before it goes on sale, huh? What do you think, little sissy?"

You were going to vomit. You could feel it coming. Your body was sweating cold, the ringing in your ears overpowering his words. You felt as if you were out of your body, being able to see everything happening to your body as if you were a viewer.

It was as if your mind and body had separated from one another. Your insides were shrinking by the feeling of their wandering hands.

Please stop.

Jesus Christ, you are my brother.

Please stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Help, please, someone. 

God, please listen. Please.

The man had taken over your brother's hand, placing it down on you, palming you, tracing your lips with his middle finger.

The tears started to drop. You hadn’t even noticed until they started laughing loudly about it.

“Mouse, that you, my man?” 

Your eyes move, looking for the voice owner. Locating a shadow hovering over your brother's side, opening the door.

“Carrot boy! What you doing ‘ere?” Fez looked past him, focusing on you and your position. His heart dropped. Having to see you like that was not pleasant. It took every ounce of his willpower to not take you right there and run away and leave everything behind.

He had to take you out of that situation and fast.

“Sweetcheeks here left me desiring for more, came ‘round looking to test if her sucking skills are good as they say,” he faked a smile. “But with that view. I’ll pay anything for a titty fuck, giving me a hard-on,” he chuckles, grabbing his crotch area

Mouse palms his shoulder laughing. “I like this boy! He just understands,” he looks over at the dude over you, “Take your hands off. She’s about to get real busy.”

Mouse grabs you from the back of your neck and throws you at Fez, who immediately cradles your body, trying to give you safety.

“Take her to my crib when you finish with her, money in hand, carrot boy.”

“Don’t be up waiting for ‘er! Gotta make that money worth it. If you know what I mean,” Mouse nods at his words smiley. And looks for something in his pocket, giving it to him.

“Just give her some if she fights. You know how it is.”

“As long as she’s not a spitter,” he takes the bag from him and waves them goodbye. Waiting for them to be out of sight before he could hug you properly.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker,” he curses against your hair, kissing it between words, “I’ve got to get you out of there, ma.”

You felt something in you click with those words, making you return from the trance you had entered.

You started crying almost immediately, sobbing -hard- a river flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t even care about being half naked in a parking lot; if Fez could feel you up, you just cared about the warmth that hugged you. 

Your hands held on tight to his shirt, taking the fabric in a fist, unable to stay still in that hug. Grabbing him by the shoulders and neck, pulling his cloth. You wanted comfort.

Fezco could feel the tears trespassing his shirt, the buggers coming out onto his shirt. You're sobbing, making him feel tears forming in his own eyes.

He made a promise to himself that night, a vow. He would become your protector and do whatever it took to take you out of there and ensure you never return.

“Just wait a little more, and we’ll be together before you know it,” he kisses your tears, and you nod wanting to believe his words.

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[thatblackravenclaw]

A Little Domestication (blurb)

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Fezco x Black!fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff, one suggestive gesture, written on my iPad so the format might be kind of weird, not proofread

Word count: 601

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I stare at my hair in the mirror. My roots are puffy but I refuse to take down my twists. Deal with my natural hair is just not in my schedule right now. Where the hell is my moose? I turn around and find Fez staring at me.

“May I help you?”

“What? I can’t stare?” His eyes darken as we make eye contact. My cheeks warm up and I turn around to look over the bathroom counter.

“Stop that. Have you seen my moose? I could’ve sworn I left it by the sink.”

He walks into the bathroom and his chest meets my back. His arms wrap around mine and his cheek kisses mine, completely immobilizing me.

“You know, you look really beautiful in this light.”

“Fez, please.” I avoid all eye contact with him and focus my attention to the ceiling. Some of the little popcorn pieces are missing. There’s a spider web in the corner that I refuse to go near because no. He places little kisses on my neck and I squirm in his hold. The sensation makes me ticklish until he starts sucking on that one spot. My thighs squeeze together and I nudge him away.

“I have to be in campus in 20 minutes.”

“That’s fine. I only need 10.” His kisses not seizing, but I feel a grin pull at the corner of his lips.

“You’re insatiable. I only have one class today and it’s 50 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. Now, if you don’t know where my moose is, could you at least hand me my hat behind you?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh before letting me go and turning around to get my hat off of the door hook.

“Fine. What time did you say to pick you up?”

“Be outside by 12:50, but I probably won’t be out until around 1 because my professor has a tendency to continue talking past our class time like we don’t have lives.”

I move around him and go into the living room to look for my bag with no luck. I look on the couch, by the couch, on the chair, and by the door. Nothing.

“Where the fuck is my-” I turn around and see Fez standing right behind me with my bag in his hand.

“Bathroom. You brought it in there when you were about to do your hair.” I take it from him and quickly peck him on the lips.

“Angel, baby. You’ve got wings. I love you.” I turn around but his hand finds my waist and turns me so we’re again face to face.

“Last time I checked, you have class at 12 and it’s,” He looks at the clock on the wall, “11:45.”

“And?”

“It takes 5 minutes to get to your class. I want a real kiss.”

“Fezzy.” He shushes me by connecting our lips. I put up little to no resistance. I smile into the kiss as I subconsciously pull him closer.

“God, do you guys do anything else besides kiss?” I separate from Fez’s lips and begrudgingly leave his hold to walk over to Ash.

“Aww, I’m sorry Ash. I’ll give you one too.” I lean down to kiss his cheek and pull him into a hug.

“Keep out of trouble while I’m gone, yeah? I’m tired of cleaning blood off of the floors.”

A ghost of a smile wipes across his face as I look him in the eyes and wait for confirmation.

“No promises.” I roll my eyes and hug him again before heading out the door with Fez.

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Fezco Masterlist | Los Angeles

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[yamahex]

Fez and Tr searching the house for a blunt they rolled earlier and finally finding it in like a cereal box or smth after they roll and smoke a different blunt and get the munchies but arguing and being playful while looking

A/N: Perfect request to kick off my euphoria start 💀

“You have no idea where it is?”

“Ma if I knew where it was we wouldn’t be looking for it.”

“How the hell do you lose a blunt??”

“Maybe if your ass wasn’t kissing up on me while I was rolling we wouldn’t be searching for it right now.”

You smacked your lips then continued searching the couch for the blunt when Ash walked in the living room and took notice of what the two of you were doing.

“The fuck are y’all looking for?”

“Fez lost our blunt.”

“How the fuck do you lose a blunt?”

“Thank you!” Fez sighed then plopped down on the couch. He reached for his stash on the coffee table.

“Fuck it, imma just roll another one.”

“What a waste of weed.” You fake sniffled then sat down next to him. Fez chuckled at your dramatic statement while his hands got to work.

“You stupid ma, for real.”

10 Minutes Later

After the sesh you searched the kitchen for something to satisfy your hunger. Your eyes landed on some fruit loops and you immediately grabbed the box then made your way back to the couch.

Within seconds your fingers came in contact with something that was clearly not cereal. You reached in and looked at the item with shock.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” Fez turned his head towards you then looked at the missing blunt in your hands.

“Oh shiiiit.”

“This whole time… Bruh how does that even happen??” Your eyes squinted as you looked at him.

“I blame yo ass.”

“For what???”

“Cause you’re always distracting me.”

“…Mhm. Right, right.”

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[a-aexotic]

platonic headcanons of reader who is fez's sister? (protective fez but like i'm a platonic way ykyk)

—cw’s: she/her pronouns, mentions of killing & shooting someone (briefly) but just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything

fez is naturally kind of laid back

but when it comes to his sister, he will go to hell and back to make sure NO ONE touches her

fez will go all “new years party” on them if anyone dares to make you sad, or worse, hurt you in any physical way

he treats you like rue, only 100000x more 😭

speaking of rue, you & her are very close

so naturally she’s also protective of you

you’re younger than both of them, so that also adds to their protectiveness

OMG AND ASHTRAY

bro will literally kill ANYONE for ANYTHING for you

he loves you sooo much because you grew up with him

you saw him when he was a baby so ash feels like he can act like a kid around you

fez is more of a dad figure at this point

a core memory for you and ash is christmas morning a few years ago

you guys hadn’t really celebrated christmas but fez decided to surprise you guys with gifts

it wasn’t the gifts that really stuck with you guys, it was the memory itself

it was the three of you guys, sitting around a lazily decorated tree with a few gifts with hot cocoa in your hands, and huge smiles on your faces and the echoing laughter of all three of you

fez takes on a paternal role for the both of you

anyways, yeah, fez would take (or fire) a bullet for you<3

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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

Previous Chapter:

Masterlist

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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

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#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

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Fezco’s House Part 1 — Little Freak

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x Reader, a little bit of Fezco x Lexi but that’s not the main focus.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: drugs, alcohol.

Summary: The girl that enters Fez’s store doesn’t look like a drug addict, but he sells to her anyway, and their friendship blossoms from there.

A/N: So this is… not a Harry fic lol. But it’s Harry-inspired! This idea would just not leave me alone and I sat down and wrote this all in one sitting. It’s gonna be a mini-series, with either 3 or 4 parts, but this can be read as a stand-alone oneshot, too. Hope you like it!

Masterlist

His eyes scan the room for her, a reflex he can’t quite shake no matter how much time passes. A soft smile graces his lips when he catches a glimpse of a familiar smile and a flash of Y/H/C hair as she and Jules spin each other around on the dance floor.

He still remembers the first time he saw her. It was a slow Saturday morning; Ash was out running a couple of routine drops, so Fez was alone in the store, sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone, when the door opened and the bell rang. Her gray sweatpants were tied tight around her waist, accentuating her curves. A strip of bare skin separated the waistband from a simple black crop top, and his eyes dropped to it immediately. She paused for a moment, just inside the doorway, and their eyes met as he trailed his gaze up her body and to her face. Her hair hung damp on her shoulders. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked away, the eye contact seeming to shock her out of whatever was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Fez watched as she wandered the aisles for a few minutes before finally settling on a bag of Doritos and a Coke. As she placed them on the counter, he noticed her hands were shaking a little bit. She tapped her nails on the counter as he rang her up, and handed over her credit card without a word. He handed her the bag with her snacks, and instead of leaving after he handed it over to her, she didn’t move.

“Anythin’ else I can do for ya?” He asked with an amused smile. She wasn’t the usual type, but then again, who was he to judge? She looked down at her hands as she mumbled a response.

“I’m, uh, here for a pickup?” Her voice lilted up as she spoke, phrasing her answer as another question.

“Sorry, I don’t deal to kids.”

“I’m not a kid,” she said, louder this time. “I know you dropped out last year, but I remember you, Fezco. I was two years behind you in school.” Her tone is accusing and she points at him with a manicured finger, brows furrowed.

“Whoa, okay, mama, my bad.” Fez chuckled and held his hands up in surrender. “Come on back, then, shit.”

He led her to the back room, shutting and locking the door behind her.

“What’chu need, then?” He asked, leaning against the wall and staring at her with a furrowed brow.

“Fentanyl,” she answered without hesitation, as if he had just asked her what her favorite color was and not what drugs she takes.

“You don’t seem like the type.” Fez watched her out of the corner of his eye as he grabbed what she asked for. Before he could tell her how much, she handed him a wad of cash. After quickly counting it, he nodded. It was exactly enough, which only deepened his curiosity.

“It’s not for me.” He held out the bag of pills but didn’t let go when she grabbed it. The tips of her fingers were just barely touching his, but it was enough to make his heart race and breath hitch in his throat. His blue eyes were fixed on her own, asking a silent question.

“My dad,” she clarified after a few moments of tense silence. Humming in acknowledgement, he let go of the bag and she shoved it into her pocket. Neither one of them moved; his blue eyes twinkled in the low light of the room and she was mesmerized. The air between them grew heavy and Fez felt light-headed and breathless.

“Well, thanks,” she said, clearing her throat and breaking eye contact with him.

“Fo’ sure, fo’ sure,” he said, reaching back to unlock and open the door. He stepped out of the room and leaned against the open door, holding it back so she could leave.

“Hey, wait a sec,” he called after her. She turned to look over her shoulder at him with a smile and her eyebrows raised. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she answered.

“Y/N,” he repeated. It tasted sweet on his tongue. “Well, see ya around, Y/N.”

“Bye, Fezco.” The door swung shut behind her and Fez sunk into the camp chair behind the counter with a deep sigh.

She showed up again the next weekend and, this time, didn’t hesitate in the doorway. Flashing Fez a coy smile, she made a beeline for the coolers at the back of the store and then grabbed a bag of chips at random on her way back to the counter.

“Hi,” Fez said with a bright smile when she dropped her things on the counter.

“Hey,” she whispered, suddenly shy as she avoided meeting his gaze. As he finished ringing her up and handed over the bag, he jerked his head towards the back room. She nodded and followed him there.

“Same as last time?” He asked as soon as the door was shut behind him.

“Yeah,” she answered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited for him to grab the pills. He didn’t bother counting the cash she handed him, and he had to swallow a gasp when her arm brushed against his as she slid past him and out the door.

When she brought a bag of chips and a bottle of Coke up for a third time, he shook his head and shoved them back across the counter.

“On the house,” he said with a grin. Neither of them noticed as Ash, seated in the chair next to Fez, looked up from his Nintendo Switch with wide eyes; they were too busy smiling at each other.

“Thanks,” she answered. Once she had gathered her things back into her arms, he made his way to the back room, and she followed.

“Usual?” He asked as he opened the door.

“Yes, please,” she answered. She leaned against the wall with no trace of the nervous energy that had permeated their previous interactions. When the deal was done, he walked her all the way to the door. He leaned against the doorframe, holding the door open as she exited the store.

“What’re you doin’ later?” He asked before she got too far, hoping she couldn’t hear the way his voice was shaking.

“Depends on what you’re suggesting,” she said with a playful grin, spinning around to face him.

“Nothin’ crazy, but I’ll be here all night. You should come through.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as he waited for her answer.

“I think I might be able to make that work. See you later, Fezco.” She waved at him as she got into her car.

“Bye, Y/N.” He stood in the doorway until she disappeared down the road. Ash was waiting for him with a shit-eating grin when he returned to the counter.

“Shut the fuck up,” Fez muttered, cuffing his brother upside the head, which only made Ash’s smile wider. “Play yo’ damn video games.”

She became a permanent fixture of Saturdays at the store, and Fez looked forward to it every week. He greeted her with an ice-cold Coke pulled straight from the cooler when she arrived after lacrosse practice, and, once she had ran back home to drop off the drugs for her dad, she would drive straight back to the store and hoist herself up onto the counter to watch the door while Fez and Ash took care of business in the back.

They learned a lot about each other, as she followed him through the aisles as he restocked, as he helped her with her math homework and she teased him about dropping out, during his smoke breaks out back where she’d flop onto her back in the grass beside him and point out the shapes of the clouds.

“I’ve never thought that much ‘bout clouds,” he confessed one afternoon. He had finished his joint and laid down next to her, gazing up at the sky. “They all just be lookin’ like clouds to me.”

“C’mon, Fezco, that one is clearly a rocket ship.” She lifted a hand to point at a cloud to her right, and he squinted against the sunlight as he looked over at it.

“Shit, maybe.” Fez chuckled. He was too focused on the proximity of her hand to his, the fact that if he just stretched his pinky a bit, he could hook it around hers, to be worried about the clouds. But he knew that she loved that shit, so he tried to make an effort. “I guess that one looks kinda like a… cat without a tail?” He used his left hand to point directly above them. She leaned her head back to get a better look at it.

“Okay, okay, yeah, I see it.” While she was distracted, he slid his right hand over just an inch, until his pinky was resting on top of hers. She turned to him with bright eyes and a wide smile, and wiggled her finger underneath his, sending them both into a fit of giggles. He curled his finger down and wrapped it around hers like a pinky-promise, and they laid there until Ash yelled for Fez from inside.

Saturdays turned into Sundays, and Fez would close the store early so they could get out for a bit. Her sophomore year ended and the heat of the California summer settled around them as they biked around the city. She gave him a taste of the childhood that he never got the chance to have, beating him at mini-golf, teaching him how to play hopscotch, and sneaking into parks late at night and making him push her on the swings.

One night, after checking to make sure her dad was out cold, she snuck him into her backyard and onto the ancient trampoline. The springs creaked under their weight until the old metal got used to moving again. The squeal that escaped Fez’s lips as soon as he stepped onto the canvas was uncharacteristically high-pitched but matched his wary look perfectly. Y/N had climbed in ahead of him and was already jumping on the opposite side of the mat. She jumped higher and threw herself forward into a flip, the trampoline shaking as she stuck the landing. Fez held out both of his arms and bent his knees to try and keep his balance. Y/N’s giggles echoed throughout the empty backyard, and affection nudged some of the fear in his chest to the side.

“C’mon,” she said through her laughter, taking three big leaps and landing just a few inches in front of him. “You gotta jump!”

“Bro you wildin’ if you think I’mma do that shit,” he said, shaking his head from side to side. She reached out and took both of his hands in hers, tugging him towards the middle of the mat.

“Okay, we’ll take it slow, then.” Taking his tentative nod as permission, she bounced up and down without lifting her feet up. They were so close that he had no choice but to bounce with her, and after a few minutes, his face softened as he relaxed. “See? That’s not so bad, is it?”

“Guess not,” he mumbled, lowering his eyes to his feet to try and hide the shy smile on his lips. “‘S long as you don’t let go.”

“Pinky swear.” Y/N tapped her pinky against his hand three times in quick succession. “Now, try and jump a little higher.” Though he was hesitant, he trusted Y/N and wanted to make her happy, so he jumped with more force, letting his feet leave the ground for the first time. His bounces slowly became more confident and steady, and she could see joy blooming on his face as he let go of his worries and gave in to his inner child.

“You’re doing it!” She exclaimed with an encouraging smile.

After a few minutes, they were jumping around in circles and Y/N let one of her hands slip out of his, watching his face for any signs of distress. When he nodded, she let go completely. She let him bounce for a few minutes before she jumped toward him with her arms outstretched. She grabbed at his shoulders, but miscalculated her angle and ended up running straight into his chest. They fell down in a heap of flailing limbs, shrieking with laughter. Y/N rolled off of Fez and settled in next to him. The trampoline dipped under their weight, shoving them closer together. Though they were facing straight up and couldn’t see each other, their sides were pressed flush together and both of them were very aware of that fact.

“I’m glad you're here,” Y/N whispered into the dark. Fez could detect a hint of sadness in her voice. He twisted his arm and felt around until his fingers found hers and he laced them together with a gentle squeeze.

“You don’t gotta be sad, mama, I’m here wit’chu,” he said, voice soft as it traveled through the darkness between them.

“I know, it’s just… I haven’t done this since my sister…” She trailed off and wiped her eyes with her free hand. He rolled onto his side to face her and she mirrored his actions. The tears on her cheeks glinted in the moonlight and he reached up to cup her cheek, resting his hand on her skin. His thumb brushed against her cheekbone as he wiped the stray tears away. A shiver raced up her spine; if anyone had asked, she would have told them it was from the chill of the early-Autumn air and not his touch, but she leaned into it and Fez nearly kissed her then and there. Their breaths were visible puffs in the space between them and he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. His willpower was slowly draining out of him, so he pulled his head back until he could no longer feel the heat from her lips on his own, and coughed to clear the lump in his throat.

“I know you don’t like to talk ‘bout her, but if you wanna, I’ll listen,” he said, knowing that if they stayed in that silent near-embrace much longer, he would lose all of his self-control.

“She would’ve turned twenty-one this year,” Y/N said, voice low and shaky. “I was always so jealous that she’d hit that milestone before me. It’s funny how things work out.”

“How old was she when…?”

“Seventeen. One more birthday, and I’ll be older than she ever got the chance to be.”

“‘M sorry.”

“‘S okay, but thanks. She was sick for a long time, so I was able to wrap my head around it before it happened.”

“What was she like?”

“She was a spitfire; she headbutted her way through life and never took no for an answer.” Y/N snorted. “One time, when she was nine and I was five, she persuaded her teacher to let me go on the fourth-grade field trip to Sacramento with her. She got half of the teachers to sign a petition, and then brought it to the school board at their monthly meeting. They initially said no, but she yelled at them about freedom and human rights until they reversed their decision.”

“Now I know where you get it from.” Fez laughed and nudged her foot with his. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew she was rolling her eyes. He liked that he knew her well enough to be able to predict her reactions, and he’d never admit it, but he loved to coax them out of her.

“Hey! I’m not that bad.” He could just barely make out the pout on her lips in the darkness.

“Nah, but you got a feisty side, fo’sure.” Y/N nudged his foot back but didn’t argue with him, and they fell into a comfortable silence once again.

Things came to a head that fall, at Nate’s Halloween party. The girls dressed up as the Spice Girls, and since she was the only one who actually played a sport, Y/N was rocking a matching dark blue Adidas sweatsuit and shoes with minimal makeup and her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Surprising no one, Maddy was Posh Spice, Kat was Scary Spice, Cassie was Baby Spice, and Jules was rocking a bright red wig as Ginger Spice. Rue and Fez sat on the front steps and shared a joint, laughing as they watched the elaborate photoshoot happening in front of them.

“Y'all are ridiculous,” Rue said as they made some random freshman stand over them to get an aerial shot of them all laid in a circle.

“At least we dressed up for Halloween,” Maddy shot back, teasing her friend for showing up in a literal groutfit. “Like, what the fuck are you guys even supposed to be?”

“Hey! I’m clearly dressed as concrete and he’s, I dunno, like, Mr. Rogers or some shit.” Rue shrugged and gestured with the joint at Fez’s dark green sweater.

“Yo! Watch it,” he snapped, and snatched the joint from his reckless friend, taking a long hit and holding it in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing the smoke in her face. “This cost more than your house, bro.”

Once the group was done taking pictures, they headed inside and everyone grabbed a drink. Fez and Rue claimed spots on the couch while everyone else danced, and eventually they lit up another joint. Jules dragged Y/N over to them and they collapsed on the floor in front of the couch in a fit of breathless giggles.

“You guys are boring,” Jules said with a huff as she took the joint from Rue.

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she looked up at Fez with a pout. She had ditched the jacket and the action pushed her boobs up; they came dangerously close to spilling out of her sports bra. He leaned his head back and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, taking deep breaths to try and prevent himself from exploding. Y/N couldn’t spare him, though, even for a second, because she stood up and straddled his lap, draping her arms over his shoulders.

“C’mon, Fezzy, dance with me!” she begged, putting her face up close to his so he could see her puppy-dog eyes. He groaned and put his hands on her hips, pushing her back towards his knees to spare his dick.

“If I say yes will you get offa me?” He asked, pretending to be upset when really he was golden inside. She nodded and clambered off his lap and took his hand, hoisting him to his feet and dragging him behind her to the dance floor. He stumbled a bit as he stood, and beer sloshed over the side of his cup and onto Jules as she slid up to settle on the couch next to Rue.

“Shit, sorry,” he called over his shoulder, already halfway to the dance floor by the time he realized what had happened. Jules and Rue just laughed as Y/N spun Fez around with wild abandon. They’d never seen him dance before. After three and a half songs, Fez was dizzy, not from the spinning but from the feeling of her arms around his neck and the sweet smell of her perfume surrounding them in an intoxicating cloud.

“Calm down, mama,” he laughed, slowing them to a stop. Y/N stumbled at the sudden change in speed and shrieked with laughter as she fell against his chest. He tightened his grip on his waist and rested his chin on top of her head. “You wanna get some air?” He felt her nod and led her out the front door. She made a beeline for the porch swing and patted the seat next to her. He hesitated in the doorway.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his cropped hair before crossing the porch and sitting down next to her.

“Hi,” she whispered, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Why you whisperin’?” he asked with a laugh.

“It feels wrong to be loud when the night is so quiet.”

“Oh, my bad.” Fez turned his head towards Y/N and whispered the words into her ear.

“Hi,” she whispered again as she turned, too, so they were face-to-face.

“You said that already.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous.”

“You don’t gotta be nervous around me.” Fez rested his forehead against hers. “We’re friends.”

“But what if I wanted to…not be friends anymore?” His heart nearly teared through his skin as it swelled with hope and he forgot to breathe as he replied.

“What’chu talkin’ --” Y/N interrupted him by leaning in and pressing her lips to his, softly at first, but then with more pressure when he didn’t immediately pull away. He felt his eyes flutter shut and he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She lifted a hand to his cheek and her fingers were freezing against his flushed skin. As he leaned forward, he parted his lips to deepen the kiss, and swallowed her quiet sighs. Somewhere deep inside him, warning bells were ringing, and he mustered enough courage to pull himself away. Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes were wide and shining and her tongue slipped out for just a second, dragging over her bottom lip. Her innocence was a bright light in the dark, and his chest tightened and his breathing grew heavy and uneven as his mind split in two. One side wanted to pull her into his lap and kiss her until she was incoherent, but the other side was flashing with scenes from their possible future: Y/N lying bloody and bruised on the floor after trying to get involved with one of his deals, her shaky voice on the phone telling him that someone was parked outside of her house with a gun, her sobbing next to a coffin at his funeral. He knew he couldn’t put her through that, and even though it felt like a million knives were stabbing him in the stomach, he broke her heart.

“That was… fuck, Y/N, we can’t be doin’ that shit,” he groaned, leaning his head back for a few seconds to get his bearings before turning back to the girl at his side. Her lower lip was stuck out in a pout and it took every last drop of willpower for him not to lean in and suck it between his teeth.

“Yeah, we can,” she said, and she leaned in again. Fez pulled back before it could become more than a quick peck, but he tightened his grip around her waist, relishing every second that she was pressed against him.

“‘M serious.”

“So you don’t want me, then?” Y/N’s voice was a challenge, and she set her jaw and crossed her arms, daring him to lie.

“Fuck, no, I didn’t say that. I just mean…” he trailed off, pausing to gather his thoughts. “My life is dangerous, and I can’t be bringin’ you into that shit. The guys I work with aren’t good people, and if they knew I had a girlfriend… I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if somethin’ happened to you.” His words settled into the air between them, becoming an invisible barrier, and Y/N pushed herself off of the swing, slipping out of his grip to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“You’re a coward, Fezco O’Neill. I’m already involved in ‘that shit,’ whether you like it or not. My dad made that choice for me.” She paused and leaned her head back, blinking rapidly to prevent the tears from falling, and when she started talking again, her voice was softer. “You could break my heart a thousand times and I’d still be grateful that at least something good came out of my dad’s drug addiction. It brought us together.” After one last frustrated huff, she spun on her heels and ran back inside, leaving him alone with his regret.

She stopped showing up on Saturdays, but every week, he still pulled a Coke for her and left it on the counter until it went warm. He sent Ash to deliver to her house, and that was that. A clean break.

Now, two months later, his stomach still does somersaults every time he sees her. He watches as, across the room, a tall guy that Fez is pretty sure is on the football team approaches Y/N. She laughs at something he says, and then nods and follows him into the middle of the dance floor. He looks away, and down at the drinks in front of him instead; a glass of red wine and a can of ginger ale, and smiles. He can hear her laughter in his mind, the snarky “Red wine and ginger ale?” comment she’d make. Before he can seek her out again, a girl in red pants sits down on the other end of the couch, looking upset, and it pulls him out of his daydreaming. He looks at her for a second, and he thinks he recognizes her from somewhere.

“Yo, you Rue’s friend, right?” He asks her, unsure of how to comfort her but wanting to make an effort, anyway.

“Yeah, since, like, preschool,” she answers. “Sorry, I dunno why I said that.” She looks away from him, embarrassed.

“Nah, you’re good, you met where you met. Yo, what was your name again?”

“Lexi.”

“Lexi, I like that. That’s a nice name.” She turns and smiles at him and he feels something flutter in his stomach. It’s not somersaults, but it’s something.

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[dierwolves]

fezco x reader; old flame #5

notes: does anybody still want me to write this? i don't know, but i'm stubborn as hell so i'm gonna try to finish this even if i post one chapter a year. also, i haven't watched season 2 of 'euphoria' yet, so i might catch up with that and try to keep writing this according to season 2, we'll see

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

“How the hell did you know?”

“Ash tipped me off”.

Fez was looking at you as if you had grown a second head. Or as if he wanted to rip your dress off and get on with you in the very couch he was sitting at. It wouldn’t take him much effort, given the costume you had decided to put on for the Halloween party. Ash had told you that Fez was going to be wearing a Scarface costume, so you got on Amazon, bought a blonde wig and a blue satin dress with a slit on the left side and your Elvira Hancock costume was all set.

“Remind me to give him a raise, ‘cause damn”.

“So you like my costume?”

“Was hoping for a sexy nurse costume, but fuck, this is way better.”

You rolled your eyes while you walked to sit next to him, avoiding a couple of teenagers making out on the couch. When you sat, he was quick to move his hand your bare left thigh and move forward to kiss you. He was slow, but it wasn’t like the kisses he gave you to greet you back from work or before you left. It was the way he kissed when he wanted to start something.

“Wow, no small talk first? Not gonna buy me a drink? Something to eat?”

“Imma be eating something soon enough.”

“Well, that’s straight-forward. What happened to my shy Fez who couldn’t even look at me in the way without stuttering?”

“Nah, that’s it, you’re gonna get it now.”

He stood up quickly, grabbed your hand and led you through the crowded house, bumping shoulders with every sweaty teenager attending the party. Soon, he had taken you to some type of office, with a desk in the center and columns of books on the walls. He locked the door.

“Where are we?”

“Don’t know, don’t fucking care.”

He didn’t give you much time to talk, he started kissing you again, this time more forcefully, as if you were running out of time. You looped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, while his hands moved from the small of your back to your ass, groping it obscenely. A moan escaped your lips, which only seemed to fuel him more. He hoisted you up, helping you sit on the edge of the desk.

“Are you sure they’re not gonna be looking for you? You have quite de clientele out there”. While you spoke, you took the straps of your dress and took them off, the blue dress pooling around your abdomen, where the waist of the dress grew tighter, and whatever he was going to say died on his lips, eyes glued to your chest.

“Fuck ‘em. It’s been too long, I’ve missed this pussy.” He cupped between your legs, making you whimper and close your legs, trapping his hand inbetween. He moved his head to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way from there to your chest. While he started sucking your left nipple, you moved your hand to the zipper of his pants, but he swatted your hand softly. “Ain’t got no time for that. Said I was hungry, didn’t I?”

He got on his knees and started gathering the skirt of your dress and raising it up. You moved around trying to help him, and he used the opportunity to pull you underwear off. Wasting no time, he moved his mouth to your core, licking softly and leaving kisses over your outer lips, but avoiding where you wanted him more.

“C’mon Fez, don’t be a tease.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He finally moved his head to your clit, moving his tongue around it and sucking it in between. You laid back against the desk, opening your legs a little wider to give him better access. After a while, he inserted two fingers in your pussy, making you snap your hips forward in reflex.

He chuckled against your core. “That good, ma?”

You could only answer with a moan, brain too foggy, cheeks flaming hot at what was currently going on. He kept moving his hand in a steady rythm while his tongue played with the most sensitive part of your sex. He didn’t need to work much longer for you to start feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure becoming too much on your lower belly. “Fez.” His name was the only thing your mouth could articulate at that moment, but he didn’t much else to know what was about to happen.

“I know, darling. Don’t fight it. Want you to come in my mouth.”

With those words from him and a long and deep moan from you, you felt pleasure pooling in your abdomen, and your walls clenching around his fingers. When he felt your walls relaxing, his fingers left your core, leaving one last kiss on top of your clit before standing up.

While you were busy trying to catch your breath, he raised your underwear back up, made sure to put the dress back in it place and helped you back to your feet. He kissed you softly, replacing the passion from before with a much more delicate kiss, slower and sweeter. His teasing smirk contrasted his soft kiss.

“You ready to go back out there or do you need time to pull yourself together, darling?”

“Oh, shut up, shithead.”

Laughing, he grabbed your hand and led you outside, following the same path you had walked previously, to go back to the sofa. This time, he sat you on top of his lap, keeping a hand firmly on the thigh that was exposed by the slit of your dress. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, only for you to know.

“Are you coming home with me tonight or you got an early shift tomorrow?”

“Nah, I’m free tomorrow. Besides, I need to return the favor.”

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[cactiem]

Can I request 7 and 14 from the February prompt list for Rue or Fez maybe they get in an argument with the reader and the rest is yours thank youuu!!

Pronouns: she/her

pairing: fez x reader

prompts: “don’t smile at me like that. you know it drives me crazy.” & “forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

gif not mine

You bent over, reaching for the lowest can of soda on the shelf, knowing it’ll drive Fez crazy. You were pissed at him. He didn’t tell you what happened on New Years Eve or why he beat Nate Jacobs up, always dodging the question. You knew when you got into a relationship with Fez there would be some secrecy, he liked to keep you out of his line of work, but as far as you were concerned this wasn’t to do with his work, so you were pissed.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” Fez grumbled, watching you sip your drink as you leaned against the fridge.

“You finally gonna tell me why you beat Nate up?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow.

“There’s nothin’ to say.” He shrugged, looking down at the newspaper on the register, knowing that if he looked at you, he would spill everything.

You sighed, slamming the can on the newspaper to get his attention. “Seriously? So you just saw Nate there and thought ‘hey I’m going to beat him to a pulp for no reason’.” Your question was met with silence. “What is so important that you want to keep this from me?”

“Just drop it, okay!” Fez shouted, getting frustrated with all your questions. “It’s not that deep, so drop it.”

Silence fell upon the shop; the only sound was the whirring of the fridges. You knew you shouldn’t have pressed him for an answer, but Fez has never risen his voice at you.

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” You mumbled, before leaving the shop, Fez calling after you.  

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#fez imagine #fez x reader #fezco #euphoria imagine #euphoria

[once-upon-an-imagine]

hi ! im not trying to sound demanding or anything i’m just genuinely curious if you planned on going back to working on euphoria fics (fez) one day? i love your writing and i was just wondering since i lowkey miss it 🥲 i hope i didn’t sound rude!

Hiii love! Oh not at all! Thank you so much for liking my writing! 😁😁❤️ I actually re-read Love In Slow Motion yesterday and it gave me Euphoria nostalgia 😂😂😂 I am thinking about rewatching it to get motivation and inspiration to go back to writing for Fez but whenever I do, I start watching something else 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 but I am definitely finishing Love In Slow Motion and I have another one for Fez I have in storage and a couple aechived so I do want to go back to Fez because I miss him too 😊

uuuhhh, wrong Fez 😬😂

#euphoria #euphoria imagine #fez #fezco #fez imagine #fezco imagine #fez x reader #fezco x reader

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

You got Mail ! 💌

(Masterlist)

(Hello lovelies, Here is my master list. It will probably get updated, and new fandoms could be added based on my interest and knowledge as well as yours dont be afraid to request things!)

Updates: I'm a busy girl but ill be sure to update any imagines, blurbs or scenarios as soon as I can

Fluff 💌 Blurb ☁️ Smut 🥀

Celebrities

Caleb Mcghalighlin

He better get an A 💌 🥀

Going Live 💌 ☁️

Simple is sometimes better : part I/II 💌☁️

Tv Shows

Euphoria

Fez

How he kisses💌☁️

Sex Education

Jackson Marchetti

Dating a plus size girl💌☁️

You didn’t ask me 💌🥀

Movies

Black panther

Mbaku

Adun🥀

They Cloned Tyrone

Tyrone

The Perfect Date🥀

Harry Potter

Dean Thomas

Goodnight Dean💌☁️

Nope

Oj Hayward

Riding Lessons🥀💌

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[thequeendesi]

Stupid

Title: Stupid

Alt Title: Watch Your Mouth

Warning; sex, p in v, agressive, dominance, grabbing, cussing, porn w a plot

Disclaimer: I don’t own you, or the euphoria franchise however I own the writing

Rating: MA

Word Count: 1309

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed as you dropped your phone on the table. “I’m always fuckin’ ridiculous. It’s always me.”

“Because it is you!” You shouted at Fez, walking behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment you, his brother and he shared. “You’re doing a fucking deal at a damn high school party!” You pinched your nose, leaning against the door frame. “Fezco, we'll go to big people's jail!”

“I can fuckin’ handle myself! I don’t need your loud ass shoutin’ at me for shit for no damn reason.” Fez returned your previous scoff, opening the fridge to grab a Budweiser. “No damn reason? No damn reason?” You asked him, voice raising the second time you asked. Fezco took a deep breath and closed the fridge, taking a swig of the beer as he leaned against the fridge.

“I’m tryna keep your ass out of jail! And you’re too damn stupid to get your head out of your ass.” You pointed at him. “Don’t call me stupid.” He said shortly, a warning. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word, you knew Fezco was aware of his risks and what he was doing. But you also were aware of the fact that if he goes to jail, everything is fucked.

“Don’t fucking act stupid.” You shot back, arms falling to your sides.

His jaw tightened as he nodded. His head leaned back as he continued to down his drink in four sips. He placed his now empty glass on the counter as he walked over to you.

His hand grabbed your jaw. Index, middle and ring on your cheek, palm covering your mouth as his pinky rested under your chin and your thumb on your other cheek. His grip was firm, but didn’t necessarily hurt.

“Watch your mouth babygirl.“ He said, beer on his breath. “I ain’t got any problems usin’ your mouth for what it’s best.” Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened.

Your breath was caught in your throat. He wasn’t covering your nose, you could breathe just fine. But this sudden dominance from Fez was unexpected.

He has been dominant in bed before, but as the longer you two date, the more vanilla he’d become. Sex was good, but ever since you two began living together rather than ‘getting it when you can’, the sexual fire seemed to just dull.

You pulled your head back from his grip, which wasn’t hard at all. “Make me.”

Fez closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a short laugh escaped his lips. “Such a damn brat.” He shook his head, looking down at you.

His fingers moved to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as you lowered to your knees by his force.

You looked up at him as he used his free hand to undo his jeans, slipping them down to the middle of his thighs, he freed his member from his black jeans. You looked at it as he gripped it in his hand, a little over seven and a half inches with a girth that still had the ability to hurt if you two go without for a while. Precum leaked from the head of Fez’s dick.

“Open that pretty little mouth babygirl.” He ordered, his fingers moving from your hair to your chin. Your mouth opened as you stuck your tongue out.

“That’s a good girl.” He whispered, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Such a good girl.” He moved his hand once more, to the top of the back of your head.

Your hand grabbed the base of his cock as your lips wrapped around his head. Your eyes closed as you bobbed your head, moving your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.

“Just like that, pretty girl.” His praises slipped from his lips as you continued to bob your head, his fingers gripping your hair, using his hand to make a makeshift hair tie. “Fuck.” He sighed.

You focused the attention on the tip of his cock, tightening your hand grip a little and pumping your hand a little more.

You sucked, your eyes looking up at him managing to catch his head back. He swallowed hard as he pulled your hair, your lips making a popping noise you let go of his cock.

“Wha-“

“Don’t fuckin’ speak.” He said, letting go of your hair as he pulled you up by your arm pits. He moved you to the counter of the kitchen.

His hands grabbed your shoulders as he turned you around, bending you over as your tummy rested on the counter.

You moved your arms to prop your self up on the counter, crossing over each other as he left go of your shoulders. You looked over your shoulders.

His hands traced your sides as he made his way down the the hem of your skirt, a tight black skirt that normally drives him crazy, and tonight wasn’t an exception.

His fingers hooked under it as he pulled it up. “You’re so damn soaked.” He noted, you knew he was talking ab the fact that your wetness seeped through your pink thong and it definitely made a print.

His index finger hooked the thong at your pussy and pulled it to the side.

“Your pussy is just crying for this dick, ain’t it baby?” He asked you, his hand gripped his cock as he rubbed it through your folds, coating the tip with your dripping juices.

“You can speak.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, pushing the head into you slightly.

“Yes sir.”

“Such a good girl.” He whispered to you, lips on your ear as his hands grip your waist as his cock sinks deeper into your right cunt.

Your breath catches in your throat as you dropped your head to rest on your arms. “Shit…” you muttered, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. “You’re gonna break it, ma. Relax.” He says into your ear, his hips pressed against yours as he fills you. “You’re taking your dick so good.” He kissed your neck.

You breathed out the moan you were holding. He pulled away from your neck as he stood right, his hips pulling away from yours slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out.

He pushed back into you, then pulled away slowly once more. His hand moved to the middle of your back as he pushed down a little, forcing a little bit of an arch as his pace began to quicken, moans coming from the both of you.

“Fuck baby…” you whimpered out, picking your head up from your arms, eyes clenched closed as he began to fuck you mercilessly.

You gripped your arms as you felt him torture your g-spot. Your body jerking a little every time he pushes it.

“Right there?” He asked you. You nodded, moans becoming the only thing you can do.

“Ma, I’m not gon’ last to much longer…” He said, hips snapping against yours, the sound of your squelching pussy, his balls smacking your clit, and the moans from the both of you being the only noises to be heard.

“Fuck baby… I’m about to cum…” you moaned out. “Cum all over your cock, ma.” He ordered, and as if a band snapped, you came hard on his cock.

A loud, strangled moan-type sob escaped you as his hips slapped against yours. “That’s right, such a good girl.” He groaned, his cum painting your insides. “Fuck..” he whispered to himself as he rode out the two of your own highs.

Your breathing shook as you laid your head back down and his head rested between your shoulder blades.

He pulled out of you and fixed your thong. “Ready to shower?” He asked, picking you up over his shoulder.

You laughed a little and went limp in his arms. “Yes. Definitely.”

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r.i.p angus cloud oh my god. i am distraught right now

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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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debt that’s owed : Fezco (3)

Summary:  Laurie needs someone to pay her the debt that’s owed to her, Rue ran from her, which gives her the perfect opportunity to use Fezco’s words against him. But, is she worth you?

Warning(s):  Angst, talk of overdose, Fear, Drugs, mentions of sex trafficking, Laurie’s crazy ass once again, etc.

(PART 1)     (PART 2)

Author’s Note: What a beautiful man we lost, in every sense of the word. Rest in Peace Angus. Gone too soon. We all love and appreciate the works you’ve done, the lives you’ve changed and the love you give, rest well in beautiful peace.

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You had woken up disoriented and drugged, a needle still sticking out of your arm, a few too many holes made that made your skin splotchy and purple. Laurie had been standing over you, hushing you as she took the needle from your skin, kissing your wrist as a mother would have her only child before she stood. “Laurie...” you sighed out, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Laurie. Please...”

The older woman rubbed your cheek, “Shhh...” the touch running through your system all the way down to your toes, you took a breath, shivering at the discomfort. “They don’t like it when you girlies talk too much, hush now, sweetie.” You’d never felt like this before. You felt terrible. 

She left the door open when she left the room, a man you didn’t recognize peeking through the crack of the doorway to look at you, he gave a pleased laugh, whistling. 

You turned on the floor, the blanket beneath you did nothing to shelter you from the cold floor below. The lights were dim from the tiny lamp in the corner, nothing else in the room, but it wasn’t very big anyway.

It took a while to realize you were naked, only from recalling what you had been wearing earlier, and the cold air that you could feel everywhere but nowhere all at once, cause you were sweating terribly. Feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden. You rolled around, pulling the blanket with you as you broke out into a fever, the discomfort you felt was enough to distract you from the horrifying situation you were in currently.

“Laurie...” you drawled, whimpering as the drugs took you once again. It didn’t feel right at all, you felt sick and you felt fucking amazing all at the same time, but you were scared most of all. You had no idea what she had been pumping you with for the last few hours. “Fez...” you called for your boyfriend, sobbing as your eyes rolled back as you quickly succumbed to the feeling. “Fezziee...” you hiccupped.

“I like this one,” you heard the stranger say.

The man at the doorway pulled out a scrunched up wad of cash from his pocket, beginning to slide off his jacket, before Laurie stopped him with a shake of her head. “Just watching for now. She’s not ready yet, still under prep. But, if you wanted to purchase her, that’s different...”

You shivered as you followed your high, wondering what would happen next and if Fezco would ever find you before something horrible happened to you.

- - -

Fezco looks around as he rushes over to Rue, checking for anyone that was around the house that may be unwanted, clearly on edge. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Rue?” he questioned the girl, she follows the two of them into the house. “Imma need you to leave, I ain’t askin’.”

Her gaze lingering on the broken screen door, unable to even close it as it had no knob now, the whole piece completely gone as if it’d been blown to pieces, “I wanted to hang out...but obviously you’ve got some shit goin’ on,” her eye’s going wide at the state of the house. “What the--what the fuck happened here?” the glass on the floor, the broken deck doorway, the flipped table, the broken lamp on the floor, the scuffled carpet.

Rue steps into the house, slowly, Ash getting on the computer, looking for something, Fezco making a call, his shoulders low as if something heavy sat upon them. The girl’s eye’s narrowing as she followed the scuffs over to the room hallway, the bedroom down the hall had its door broken down, wooden pieces still on the floor. 

Concerned was not the word to describe how she felt right. Scared wasn’t either. Worried, maybe. But, she was also pretty terrified. Terrified of the answer to her next question.

“Fez,” she hadn’t torn her eyes away from the hallway when she spoke, her voice small, reluctant. “Where’s (Y/n)?” she turns then, her brows knitted together in complete worry, stumbling forwards and away from the hall. She makes her way over to Fezco, taking a handful of his shirt as she pulls him, “Fez!” her voice breaks, her fists shaking, “Where is she?!” she sucks in a breath as she sees his face and the way he doesn’t look her in the eye. “No...” she shook her head. “What so she’s...she’s what? She’s gone?” her voice raising. “Is (y/n) gone, Fez? Come on, gimme something!”

“She’s not gone,” Fezco turned to her with a hardened look, pulling her hands from his shirt, the material stretching out as her grip hadn’t loosened. “Imma find her. Imma find her and kill the motha’fucker that did this,” he seethed to himself, stepping away from her. “Ash, go over the tapes. Try yesterday and this morning, find a camera that isn’t fucked with.”

Ash doesn’t say anything but nod, rushing to the room down the hall as Fezco took the laptop from him, sitting down on the couch, Rue following Fezco, still confused with what was going on.

“Who...wait, who did this?” Rue asked, loudly. “Stop ignoring me, man.”

“I told you to fuckin’ go home, Rue,” Fezco’s eyes flickered up to the girl before back down at the screen, rewatching this morning’s tapes, trying to find someone he recognized. “I ain’t need this right now.”

“Need what? I’m tryin’ to help you,” Rue frowned, offended. “I wanna help! My best friend’s fucking missing, well...kidnapped, by some fucking jackass and even trashed your crib,” she gestured around the house at the damage. “Lemme do something, I can help! I can help find her!”

Fezco looked up toward her, agitated. “You wanna do somethin’ helpful?”

“Yeah, dude!” She nodded before making a face. “Wait, you aren’t gonna just tell me to leave--”

“Go home, Rue.”

“Oh, come on!” she yelled out. “I can help you! I be doin’ mad detective shit. Besides you need all the help you can get, it’s not like you can ask the guys in blue.”

Fezco ignored her for now, trying to stay focused. “Just go sit down somewhere, man. I don’t got time for this.”

And so, reluctantly, Rue went towards the other side of the couch, around towards Ashtray, she sticks her head out of the sliding panel doorway, which was now gone, broken through. Alarmed, she looks down at the glass at her feet, it crunches, burying itself further into the carpet. 

Behind her, Ashtray took a note from his pocket, letting it sit on the coffee table, sliding it over to his brother. “This gotta mean something. Wanna run this through some contacts?”

Fezco thinks on it, before nodding at the idea. “Yeah, man. Let’s try it.” 

As they head back to work, Rue perks up at the new source of info, “Wait, ya’ll got a clue?” coming over to the coffee table, picking up the note, Fezco fumes and Ashtray gaps at the girl’s unwanted involvement.

“Rue!” Fezco grits. “What I just tell you, man!” He usually saw her presence as quite endearing

Rue brushes him off. “I’m good at riddles, just--” then she really looks at the note. 10k.

10k...?

Oh my fucking god, 10k.

As Fezco snatches the note from her grip, Rue stands there, horrified. Her expression morphing completely, shoulders stiffening and hands tensing up, she turns quickly so Fezco can’t see the mortified look on her face. The guilt that quickly begins to eat at her. 

She had thought about it, of course. Of the money she owed Laurie, the drug dealer that she had made a fake deal with in a pathetic effort to get the pills that her regular plug, Fez, had been refusing her. In some way, she blamed Fezco, if he had just given her the damn pills and let her deal with whatever happened to her later, maybe she would’ve never went to Laurie, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped...

No, it was her fault, oh my god it her fault. She went to Laurie cause she was fucking desperate and then she ran when Laurie had gotten her the first time, but now you were taken in her place.

She recalled being drugged out of her mind, just as she wanted, but locked in a room and awaiting to be sold for a fuck. 

Rue feels so goddamn sick all of a sudden. She wanted to vomit. 

God, that’s what you could be dealing with right now. 

She did this. Oh god, she did this to you.

But, Fezco does notice. 

“Rue...” he says, slowly.

Ashtray looks up, stopping in his typing. He glances between the two of them silently, before looking at Rue a bit more seriously, taking note of the way her entire demeanor’s changed. He closed the laptop.

Rue didn’t answer Fezco, didn’t even turn to face him, trying to think of something to say, anything that could defend why. But what could she possibly say besides the fact it was supposed to be her.

Fezco forcefully turned the girl around, “Rue!” to which she stumbled back away from him, her face made his stomach drop, knowing now that she knew exactly why this was happening. “You...”

“I didn’t know, I swear, ok?” Rue started, hyperventilating, sniffling as she wiped a panicked tear from her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I felt like I was fucking dying, Fez! I was dying! And I--I just--Fez!” she cried as he turned from her, running his hands over his hair, down his face, trying to gather himself, trying to keep himself together. “Fez, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t think she’d come after anyone, I didn’t think any of it would go this far, please--” 

Ashtray’s eyes widened, lost for words.

“RUE!” Fezco roared, his body snapping towards her, pinched fingers silencing her, “Motherf--FUCK! Are you fucking--!” he shoved at the side wall, hitting anything that wasn’t her as anger overwhelmed him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Rue?!” he couldn’t believe this. How far the girl had really fell to really get herself, to get you, into this kind of situation. 

“I know! I know! I know!” Rue sobbed, covering her face as Fez screamed at her. “Fucking god, I know! I messed up!”

“DO YOU?! Cause (y/n)’s paying for your bullshit, your fucking dumb ass, fuck shit! You mother--get the fuck out,” he fumed, running a hand over his mouth, gesturing to the door. He turned from her, he couldn’t even stand to look at her right now.

Rue sniffled, shaking. “Fez...Fez, I’m sorry. I can fix it, I can--”

“GET. THE FUCK,” Fezco explodes. “OUT!”

And Rue has no other choice but to leave, casting a guilty glance to Ashtray as well, who stares her down as if he were ready to pull the trigger on her with the glock he currently suddenly had in his hand. 

She quickly left the house, sobbing to herself, hardly able to breathe as she stumbled away from the steps. “I’m sorry...” she hiccupped, turning to the house. “I’m sorry, please...” she whispered. “I can fix this...please, I can...I can fix this.”

Rue made her way away from the house though. Making up her mind to fix this. She can fix this...

- - -

Fezco and Ashtray took their guns, a few mags full of bullets and as much cash they had stashed up, just over 8k, not enough to cover, given the raid that cut their stash short for a while. But, if Laurie wouldn’t take the bribe than getting violent was the next best thing. And Fezco didn’t mind the latter.

So when they arrived at Laurie’s home, weapons tucked into their waist bands, into the inner pockets of their jackets, Fezco parked up, Ashtray loading up his shotgun and snapping the end back into place. “Blow the bitch’s head off if this don’t work out, ight man.”

“That’s the plan, bruh,” Ash said, his young face hardened with his hatred for the sadistic dealer that had stolen his mother from him..

Fezco leaves the car, walking up to the house, fighting the urge to kick the door in and unload every bullet into someone’s fucking skull...”What’chu want, man?” Bruce, Laurie’s partner, large and intimidating in his size, glared down at Fezco.

The young man wasn’t swayed, unblinking eyes peering up at him. “Laurie.”

Bruce frowned at the tone. “You got yo’ shit this month, ain’t you? Unless you got payment already?”

“Laurie, man,” Fezco fought to keep his cool. “Where is she?”

Bruce put his hand on the gun he kept at the waistband of his trunks, “What you gotta say ta her, you can say to me.”

Fezco stood there a while, the two men exchanging violent glares, eyes boring into the other and Fezco itched to grab the gun at his side and let loose. But, he didn’t even know if you were even at this house, he needed to know first. “Ma girl...(y/n), where she at, bruh?”

Bruce smirked, straightening. “Shoulda started with that,” Fezco’s nostrils flared at his words. “You got the money to buy her back, huh?”

“She ain’t belong to nobody, man. And ya’ll fucked wit us with some shit that ain’t got nothin’ to do with her,” Fezco gritted his teeth. “Thought we was cool on this bullshit, bruh.”

“You said she was family,” came Laurie’s soft-spoken voice. She came around the corner, behind Bruce, patting her husband’s arm to back him up, “Didn’t you?”

“She’s a fuckin’ child. And got her ass into some shit. But, if you had a problem wit us, come to me,” Fezco sneered. “You came up and took ma girl--” his nails bite into the palms of his hand, he itched to kill this fucking bitch and her demented ass husband. “Where the fuck is she?”

Laurie calmly stepped in front of Fezco. “Don’t worry, Fez. She’s ok,” she assured him, with dead eyes and a quiet voice. “But, remember, I still need 10 thousand, and another few hundred more for a few packs of morphine, a bit of fentanyl...” as Laurie spoke, Fezco’s heart clenched. 

Fezco tosses the bag at her feet, “A lil’ over $8500 in there,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t enough for you, you took my girl, all your fucked bullshit, trashed ma crib, my fucking family--” he huffed harshly to contain himself. “This all you fucking gettin’ from me, and it’s more than you’ll ever get from us again. Where. Is. She. You fucking bitch.”

Bruce took a step towards him at his words, stopped by Laurie, who held a hand up to keep him where he was, entranced by the rage on the young man’s face. “That’s fair, I suppose.”

“Laurie--” Bruce began.

“Come on in, she’s right in here, Fez,” she welcomed him inside.

Fezco followed her inside, Bruce sneering at him, to which Fezco didn’t bother to acknowledge, all he was focused on now was finally getting his hands back on you, rescuing you from this dreaded place.

Laurie stopped in front of a locked room, pulling out a key from her pocket, the lock clicks open. She takes the lock off and opens the heavy door with a light grunt, the dim lighting offering nothing much, but it was light enough to see you in the middle of the room. 

Breathing harshly, turned on your side, skin drenched with sweat, “Fez...” you drawl out, constantly. “Fez...Fez...” you cried, silently, delirious as you tossed and turned.  

Fezco races into the room, “Ma!” he cries, sliding to his knees at your side, quickly sitting you up, wrapping the thin blanket around your naked frame. “Hey, hey, baby, hey,” he gently slaps your cheek, stroking your flushed face as you shiver in his arms, your eyes unfocused, rolling in the back of your head. 

He didn’t like that, taking your face in his hand. “(y/n), (y/n) look at me, look at me, come on, ma. Look at me,” he turned your head to look him in the eye, “Please, baby, can you look at me, you can, you got it, ya see,” you slowly began to regain consciousness, eye sight clearing. “That’s my girl. Look, you’re ok, you’re alright,” he rubs your arms, you’re freezing but you’re sweating terribly.

“Fez...” you whispered.

“I’m right here, ma,” he assured you. Picking you up off the ground, blanket wrapped tight. “I’m right here. I gotchu, come on, we’re going home, baby,” he stands, heading to the door. Casting a long glare to a calmly smiling Laurie, before exiting the room, he couldn’t afford to do any damage, not when you were in this condition.

“I don’t feel...” you spoke, loosely. Head limp against his shoulder, eyes hardly open. “I don’t feel that great, fez...”

“You’re alright, you’re alright, ok?” Fezco went down the hall as fast as he could, keeping the fear out of his voice, the panic from his tone. 

Coming up to the front door, where he found Rue standing at the steps. Bruce had a short stack of cash in hand that he didn’t have before, less than 10k clearly, but enough to make him happy enough to move out of the way when Fezco made his way past.

The young girl was crying hard, relief clear in her face as she saw Fezco come around the corner with you in his arms, but the state of you made her heart drop. “(Y/n)...hey, is she alright?” she asked, worriedly. “Fez...” To which Fezco brushed her off, moving past her without as much as a word of acknowledgement. 

Ashtray opens passenger door for Fez to place you in, buckling you up as you slump, quickly beginning to pass out once again. “Hey, don’t sleep. Wake up. Mom!” Ashtray startles you awake, leaning over towards you in the backseat as Fezco runs around to the other side to the driver seat. Rue enters the backseat, hesitantly, and stays quiet to not be noticed. She looks at your tired, uncomfortable face in the side mirror, and she cries a bit harder.

Fezco drives off with a final glance to Laurie and her husband waving them off at the step, as if they had just passed by for tea and cookies. The psychopaths'. They waved, knowing he’d be back for blood.

“You’re ok,” he says as he drives. Squeezing your thigh as you shift and turn, “You’re ok, hey, ma. Ma, baby,” he draws your attention. “Hey, there you are, baby.”

You’re lucid and high off whatever the hell must be in your system when you smile at him, “Hi, baby...” you smile at him, before slumping once again. 

Terrified what may happen if you fall asleep, he yells. “(Y/n)!” he startles you awake again.

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

“You’re ok, it’s ok, just keep awake for a little alright?”

“Can we go home now...” you wondered, quietly.

“On our way,” Ashtray says. Fezco glances at his little brother in the mirror.

But, they don’t go home. They stop by a friend’s spot, who had offered to let them crash for the next few days, since he was out of town and they were in some shit.

Entering the home, Fezco carries you to the tub, Rue following behind, as Ash locks the door behind him. Filling up the tub as you lean against the porcelain edge, the warm water clearly calming you, the sound of the running pipe...

But before anything, Fezco sticks his fingers down your throat, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats as he forces you to gag up anything you might have ingested, emptying out your stomach contents, which wasn’t much. You sniffle and cry, hacking up whatever you could get out, leaning against your lover as your stomach churns in discomfort.

He then helps you into the tub, the water climbing to your chest. Cleaning the dirt from the floor you had been laying on, the dried blood and the horrors of the day...

Fezco takes off his sweater and his jeans, left only in his underwear, he steps into the tub behind you, holding you close, “There you go, baby,” he soothingly speaks to you, kissing your forehead as he squeezes you. “You’re alright now. I’ve gotchu, I got you...”

He glances down at the holes in your arm, bruised and crusted with blood, your hands were cut from the glass earlier. He raised one of your hands to his lips as you turned to lean your cheek to his chest, and he began to cry, closing his eyes tightly.

You slept as he wept.

 But he was grateful he had gotten you back.

At least god had given him that much today.

He kissed your hands, your knuckles, your cut skin, the tips of your fingers.

Then, he just held you to him as the faucet dripped to a stop.

- - - 

Awakening in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar place, you stood fast and out of the bed, your back slamming against the wall in surprise. You reached for a light switch, but you couldn’t see anything around you, nothing felt familiar at all, you shook in terror as the man you laid next to stirred and sat up in your mad scramble for light.

“No, no, please!” you collapsed in the corner, covering your mouth before the stranger could even say a thing, he had stood too fast for you to think nothing else but soon violence brought against you. 

“Ma! It’s me! It’s me,” Fezco found a light switch, the dark, unfamiliar room illuminating, to reveal himself to you. “It’s just me.”

You released a heavy sigh of relief, that visible took a weight off your chest. But, it also made your tears run fast, the days having been too much for you, the thought alone had brought you down to your knees and crushed you before you even knew it wasn’t true. 

Fezco quickly went around the bed, coming to sit in front of you, to which you fell into his arms, quickly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I thought someone--I didn’t know if I--” Fezco interrupts you with a simple stroke of her cheeks, running his thumbs across your cheekbones to soothe your thoughts and wipe your tears.

“I know, I know,” he whispered to her, his voice cracks as his control leaves him. It pains him too much to see you break like this. “But, what happened, huh? You’re here with me. They didn’t get you, baby. They didn’t. You’re here with me.”

“You saved me,” you hiccupped, holding him desperately, just wishing to be close enough to feel nothing but him. “I thought I’d never see you again. That I’d never see Ash.”

“Impossible, ma,” he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Can neva get rid of me, you know that. And Ash on his own lil’ demon time, he ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You release a watery laugh at his joke, sniffling harshly as Fezco rocks you in his arms, safely keeping you wrapped up in his embrace. 

There’s a knock at the door, they raise their heads, Ashtray entering the room, silently. He stands there for a second as he shuts the door behind him, he shifts from one foot to the other, eyes glancing around, a frown on his face. 

“Ash?” you whispered, looking to the boy. Fez knew though, what was wrong.

As Ashtray looked at you finally, his frown deepened, but it wasn’t a frown, just a miserable look he couldn’t hide anymore, a joy that trailed to sadness and brought tears to his usually hardened eyes. And then suddenly, Ash looked like the little boy that you had always allowed him to be, and that he would’ve never been again if you had gone.

“Ash...” you spoke, softly. Reaching out to him, you pulled him by the wrist, into your arms this time. And he broke like glass.

Like a dam, his tears flow like a downpour. An unwilling sob escapes him as he sniffles and cries into your shoulder, embracing you as he hoped he’d be able to every time he prayed to God for your safe return. 

You kissed Ashtray’s forehead, stroking his face, his hair, and you squeezed him like no one ever had. You breathe deeply, a shiver leaves you as you fight your own tears, “Oh, my sweet boy,” you hold him close, as he buries himself to you. “I love you, I love you.” You say it fast, and you say it with all the love you have, like it could be your last time.

Complete. Is how their family felt again. Fezco engulfed himself in the feeling. The thought of losing you, the absence of you, it would’ve destroyed them.

Fezco leans his forehead to his brother’s, knocking heads gently, the boy peering up to him as he sniffles into your neck. The big brother tenderly rubs his little brother’s head, he kisses his soon wife and let them both fall into his chest, into the side of the bed.

And like the family they were, they collapsed against one another, holding each other tight.

Everything’s ok.

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