#fezco fanfiction

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations. 

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling. 

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

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[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fezco

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

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

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

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

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

“There was a backside!”

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

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

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, what’s that?”

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

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

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

And then everything went to shit.

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

“Hey, have you seen-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What you mean!?”

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

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

“Mouse!”

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

“But how am I going to get you that?”

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

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

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

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

You nodded, unsure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

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

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

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

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

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

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

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

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[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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[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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[infernalodie]

𝐅𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Rex Orange County - Pluto Projector

Pairing: Fezco x Daughter!reader x Lexi Howard

Summary: They’d always love you...

Warnings: Talk’s of verbal abuse, some fluff strewn about, but devolves into a angsty fluff ending.

Words: 4268

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

Lexi never thought she would fall in love with Fezco. At first glance, no one would suspect them to be able to get along as much as they had when they first met. He was a drug dealer and she was a kind and smart girl. The perfect girl next door, to be exact. She never thought in a million years that not only would she get together or have a kid with him would’ve happened in her life.

But it seemed like it was a match made from heaven. They related in movies and were very supportive of one another. Lexi just felt happy and on her toes whenever Fezco was around. He was unpredictably brilliant. So, it made the idea of him falling for her be masked in a 50/50 chance. But he did. He fell for her and ended up together throughout high school.

Before anything had ever happened between them romantically, they had talked about kids. What they wanted for a family and how many kids they wanted. Their own little perfect future that they never knew would involve one another. In no way would Lexi have guessed that she would have a positive pregnancy test weeks after a one-night stand.

It scared her, truthfully. Cassie had an abortion after she told McKay and seeing her sister terrified reminded Lexi of the brutal reality that she was stuck in. Fez had simply  told her, “I won’t control your decision, but know I will be by your side and support you either way.” So, she was faced with two options. Continue with school and achieve her dreams before bringing a child into the world. Or have a child and be looked down upon by the rest of her peers in East Highland.

Now, for someone like Maddy, Lexi would take the former. But she wasn’t much like her friends or sister. She had dreams- Ones that she would like to come to fruition. And she had people behind her willing to support her, including the father of the baby growing slowly inside her stomach. But to save herself from the possible stress and foulness that East Highland offered to everyone that went, she stayed home for the remaining time before the child was born. Having her mother come by and grab her assignments and notes that the teachers wrote for her. Since she was at the top of all her classes, this leniency was expected.

So, she waited for her time at home and continued with her studying and schoolwork. Friends came by to visit and gawk over who would be the best at babysitting the baby whenever Lexi was busy. And Fez came by and Lexi had never seen him any calmer than the times he just laid beside her with his eyes focused on her baby bump. The tiniest of smiles were evident on his lips as he would often lay his head against her stomach. Listening and waiting for something to happen.

At that time, Fezco didn’t have much to offer. Ash passed away before he even got to hear the news of being an uncle and Fez stopped dealing drugs. Or at least, that’s what most people suspected. He was far more careful about it and only sold to people he knew wouldn’t snitch or bought from people that wouldn’t snitch. But what he offered was his time and company to help Lexi through the experience.

“Fez, fucking hurry, man!” Rue exclaimed, running down the hall of the hospital toward where the front desk had given them the information about Lexi’s room. Fez hadn’t done many sports in school or ever, so he was panting and beginning to believe he was going to have a heart attack before he got to hold the baby or see the love of his life.

“I’m fuckin’ trying, Rue!” He spat, jogging after the girl.

When they made it to the room, Rue practically kicked open the door and stopped at the doorway. Fez panted, coming to a slow stop beside her and stopping at the doorway. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head upon seeing Lexi holding you. A baby girl. A lively and rather quiet baby, who slept soundly in your mother’s arms.

Lexi lifted her head and Fezco swears he saw her eyes brighten upon seeing him. “Do you want to hold your baby girl?” It was a question that didn’t need to be asked because he rushed over to the side of the bed. Ecstatic with energy, but it contrasted with how soft and careful he was with taking you. He was supporting your head comfortably and he just stared down at you in astonishment.

But that was so long ago, it was often hard to remember what it was like then and leading up to the present. The three of you now living in New York with Lexi pursuing her dreams in plays whilst Fezco continued to sell drugs. And you were going to school. Outside of that, nothing much seemed to bother the small and loving family.

It stayed like that for years, even when Lexi finally started writing plays and getting herself out there. You were more interested in making music from Uncle Elliot, who always wanted to hear more that you had been making. Fezco and Lexi encouraged you to explore and experiment with sports or activities you were interested in. Just turns out music had been the thing that grabbed your attention from the ripe age of 6.

You were beaming smiles as bright as the sun. A curiosity that knew no bounds. A personality so unique and abstract for someone your age that it threw your parents off occasionally. You were intelligent and Lexi often said that you got it from your father, but you weren’t convinced most of the time- primarily because the guy could stand up and, look around, and then sit back down doing whatever he was doing. But they knew you were special in your own right and a gift to them that they never took for granted.

But sometime when you were 10, things changed. Something shifted after Fezco and Lexi had to go on a trip for her work. Sadly, you had been left with Nate Jacobs and Cassie. They hadn’t been Lexi’s first choice, but everyone else was busy and Cassie had been dying to meet you. So, they dropped you off at Nate’s mansion. Giving you longing hugs and kisses before they drove away. Leaving you with two people that Lexi and Fezco hated with their hearts.

There had practically been no communication from Nate or Cassie throughout the week that Lexi and Fezco were on their trip. It worried both of them, but they had faith that nothing was going on. But when they came back, they saw you and it felt like a void had taken their daughter’s body. There was no smile, there was no hugs, no kisses, not even a word spoken. Just your silence and your seemingly uneasy body that hurried to their car.

They couldn’t figure out what was going on and no doctor could do the same. The Doctor had told the two parents that it might be some form of trauma or you had suddenly gone mute. But from what Lexi could tell, you were still one of the few at the top of your classes. Teachers have said that you also don’t talk in class, but said your silence just adds to your focus in class, and it showed. Which angered Lexi a bit as your asshole teachers made it sound like they preferred your silence over free speech.

And whenever they reached out to Nate or Cassie, all they got was an automated message. They were left with no answers or inkling as to what happened at that time from when they left and when they arrived.

Your silence killed both of them as you never said anything to them, your aunts, or uncles. Your room was always silent and wherever you went, your closed-off self followed rapidly. But the very few times they heard you were at night. When you thought everyone was asleep and when your muffled sobs could be heard faintly.

That had been 7 years ago, and nothing has changed. You were still quiet and closed off. Every time Fez tried to talk to you, all you have him was a hum, shrug, nod, or shake of your head. And every time Lexi tried to ask how school was going or ask to hear your music, you never said anything.

Tonight though, both Lexi and Fezco were in a rush with tidying the 3 bedroom apartment. Cleaning up dishes, tables, chairs, rooms, everything. Because tonight, you were bringing over your girlfriend whom they had only gotten a warning from an hour ago in a text. So, here they were, nearly tripping over their feet with Lexi preparing a meal whilst Fezco was trying to smoke a joint while sweeping the living room.

“Fez, put that out,” Lexi said with a chuckle. “You already smell like weed as it is.”

“My nerves are all over the place, baby,” he grunted, sweeping the dust bunnies into the dustpan. “Y/n is going to give me a heart attack one of these days with how unpredictable she can be.”

He tossed the dust bunnies into the garbage before making his way to the spot beside his wife, who grinned ear to ear from his previous statement. “It sound’s like a mini Ashtray to me.” Hearing that made Fezco’s lips press into a warm smile. Taking one more hit of the blunt before the sound of the apartment door unlocking filled the air. Lexi’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she slapped Fezco’s shoulder, urging him to put out the blunt. To which he simply leaned over the sink and tossed it out the window with an amused grin. Whoever found that blunt and decided to smoke it would have a fantastic night.

Turning to you, Alice, the girl they knew very little about besides what you wrote on papers to communicate with them, smiled at them. But you still said nothing. A small smile, but nothing more than that. Lexi and Fezco didn’t let that bother them too much as Lexi walked over, giving you a hug and shaking hands with Alice.

“Alice, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Lexi smiled. “Y/n talks about you all the time.”

That was enough to provoke a reaction from you. Pinching your mother’s arm with a warm blush fanning your cheeks as you dropped your backpack and jacket onto the couch. Alice smiled at you before looking up at both of your parents. “Well, that’s something new I can tease her about. But it’s very nice to meet you two,” she stated warmly.

“Yo, do you like pasta?” Fezco asked from the kitchen in his usual slurred-out tone.

Alice let out a short laugh as she shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t mind a little pasta once in a while.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not the master chef here. So, it’ll taste good,” he paused for a moment as Lexi approached. “I would hope at least.”

Lexi gasped, slapping his shoulder as Alice laughed softly. Still, there was nothing that came from you as you silently took your girlfriend’s hand and pulled her away. There was no hiding the briefest expression of confusion but seemed to remember and understand in an instant. Which made Lexi and Fez pause for a moment.

They waited until they heard your bedroom door close before Lexi inhaled deeply. Her hands braced against the counter as she bent over. Her eyes clamped shut as Fez frowned. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Something feels different,” Lexi muttered. ”I don’t know what it is, but it feels like Alice knows more than we do.”

Fezco hummed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he leaned into the counter. “You mean with Y/n being mute?”

“That’s-!” Lexi nearly yelled, stopping herself as she stood up straight. Covering her face with her hands as she sighed heavily. “She’s not mute. I’m telling you, Fez. Something happened at my sister’s place.”

“And I’m telling you that those two are nowhere to be found,” Fezco reminded softly. “They moved without any word to anyone within our circle of family. Even if we wanted to do something about it, it’d be a manhunt before we get any answers- and what if they didn’t do anything? It’d been a waste of time and resources.”

Lexi could help the incredulous look that formed on her face as she looked at her husband. “Are you seriously defending Cassie and Nate?”

Fez sighed. “That’s not what I’m trying to say-”

“Fez, we both know Nate abused Maddy,” she hissed. “How far of a possibility would it be if he’s done it to our daughter?”

It’d been on their minds for 5 years. At first, neither of them let that chance that Cassie or Nate would have the spine to do. But as time passed on and they quickly started trying to put pieces together, Nate and Cassie seemed to be the only possibility. They had to be at the center of all the destruction they had brought the family to. And although you were impressionable at that age, they knew your personality wasn’t as changeable as you might’ve let on. So, in other words, you were unique and were very hard to think of a separate thing from your own opinion and such.

And when they tried to call or text either suspect, there was nothing. So, they had left this small peaceful family in shambles. The only able thing to do was to pick up the pieces and make some sense of the disaster those two had caused.

But in some sort of case that this could possibly be an act, they weren’t sure how they would react. But they knew you better than that. When you were just a kid, you would rave on and on about the things you did at school or were wanting to do in the future. It was just hard for them to believe that you just decided to become silent after a week. There had to be some sort of malicious reasoning behind it.

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Fez sighed. “If that fucker did anything to her, I’ll see to it I put him ten feet under.”

Some time ago, if Fezco would’ve said that, Lexi might’ve protested. She wasn’t one for violence and she knew that wasn’t ever going to change. But if Nate had done anything to you, her baby girl, Cassie would’ve been in on it. And that meant Lexi would have to break her unsaid path and hurt her sister. “The same will go for my sister,” Lexi nearly growled. “Bitch would fucking deserve the worst type of torture.”

Fezco couldn’t help the small grin that formed on his lips just as Alice entered the kitchen with a soft smile. “So, how are we looking on the food?” She inquired just as you entered the room in tow.

“It’s all done,” Lexi said. “Y/n, can you set up the table, sweetheart?”

The painful silence was from you glancing at Alice before moving to grab the utensils and napkins, and preparing the table. Alice seemed to sense the tension, forcing a smile and going to help you. Both parents stood in the kitchen, still uncomfortable from the abnormal silence you had continued to give them. Some part of them hoped that bringing your girlfriend here would finally allow you to shed some layer of your protectiveness, but they were sadly mistaken.

After an awkward conversation between Lexi and Alice, the food was prepared and dished out. The four sitting at the table began to eat. Lexi and Fez quickly found out that you and Alice met in band class the year they moved to New York. Sharing many of the same classes together and being in the same year, you guys saw one another frequently. Turns out, Alice had asked you out months ago, but the apparent shock on Lexi’s expression showed that should’ve been a fact kept hidden.

But besides that, the dinner was rather great. Alice seemed to be a beaming of light in your life judging by the faint smiles that tried to force themselves on your lips. Although you didn’t speak, your parents could see that you and Alice had some way of communication. Alice seemed to understand every little look you gave her and everything less.

And slowly, the night wounded with you and Alice falling to your bedroom. The kitchen and living room had grown quiet with Fez and Lexi cleaning. The clattering of wet dishes being washed and placed on the dry rack was the only sound heard. Both were clearly exhausted from the rather stressful evening Alice’s sudden appearance had caused the pair.

Except, when Lexi was about to speak, her words were lost when they heard the faintest wisp of a voice accompanied by the keys of a piano. Your piano was one of the sources, but the voice drew both of their attention. “I don’t want it. And I don’t want to want you.”

The progression of the keys caused Lexi to softly drop the dirty dishes and grab the dry rag from the sink and quietly step in the direction of your room. Fez stared at his wife in confusion before slowly following. “But in my dreams I seem to be more honest,” the voice rang out. Standing just outside your bedroom, Lexi and Fez listened carefully. Hearing the shifting and creak of your bed as the keys carefully continued to play. “And I must admit, you’ve been in quite a few.” Both Fez and Lexi stood silently as the final key played loudly and slowly droned on until you had lifted your finger.

“Did you write that for me?” Alice’s inquiring voice questioned, a hint of a bashful smile in her words.

There was a steady pause before they heard it. Your voice. “Everything that I’ve written has been about you.”

The shock written on both Lexi’s and Fez’s faces was probably the same for Alice. Likely not for the same reasons, but nonetheless; shock. They heard muffled giggles fill the air before they both silently walked back to the kitchen. The two of them continued their tasks before the creaking of your bedroom door opened. A pair of footsteps came down the hall before both you and Alice stood. Alice wore a bright smile as she nodded to Fezco, who nodded as well. “Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Howard. The spaghetti was amazing.”

Although Lexi was in some sort of pain and shock, she managed a smile for the girl. “No problem, and I’m glad you liked it. Y/n didn’t give us much to go off of from her texts.”

Soon enough, Alice bid farewell with you seeing her out. Sharing one short kiss and hushed “goodbye” before you were making your way past the kitchen. A light hop in your step and uncontrollable smile dancing on your face. Butterflies tickled the inside of your chest as you were barely holding on from not texting Alice already.

“Y/n, come here.” Your father’s words made you stop, frowning as you back peddled and looked at the man. He was leaning against the edge of the counter, same with your mother who wore a distressed expression. “We’d like for you to sit down and talk to us.” The statement nearly made you laugh in amusement, shaking your head, trying to hold onto the happiness you felt for tonight.

“Y/n, sit down.” The finality in Fez’s tone shocked Lexi as much as it did you. Staring at your father for a moment, lips parting to protest, almost slipping before you grumbled and sat at the table. Fingers toying with one of the forgotten table clothes that had spilled spaghetti sauce clinging to the edge. But before you had a chance to realize it, it was snatched from your hands with your gaze snapping up to your father’s hard gaze as he pointed at you sternly. “Listen and look at your mother.”

Pushing your tongue to the inside of your cheek, head slightly bowed, your eyes snapped to your mother, who stood with a distraught and rather saddened look in her eyes. You hated seeing her like this. Truly, you wished to never be the reason for her being so stressed, but it wasn’t like you wanted her to feel like this intentionally. None of this was intentional and you doubted they would ever understand why you had turned out the way you did.

“Baby, you have to tell us what it is we did wrong.” Lexi walked towards you, taking your hands in hers and crouching in front of you. Tears threatened to spill as she closed them, inhaling deeply and shaking your hands softly. “I know we haven’t been great for you, but we just need to understand what it is we did wrong for you not to speak to us. We just want you to talk to us, baby.”

You looked between both parents like you were in some sort of dream. What they did wrong? It was hard for your mind to wrap around considering there was nothing they did wrong. None of this had been their fault and you never wanted them to make them feel like it was. They'd been nothing less than nurturing, loving, kind, understanding, sweet, and so much more that wouldn’t do them justice.

“Y/n, we heard you speak with Alice in your room,” Fez spoke up, causing your chest to tighten up as your own eyes began to sparkle with tears. They heard? They heard you speak?

“What?” Your quiet voice asked mused, staring at your father as if he was a ghost from limbo. His eyes widened from your small and quiet inquiry. But before you could even realize your mishap, Lexi’s hands were tightening around your hands. It was firm, yet gentle.

“Why haven’t you spoken to us, sweetheart?” Lexi asked softly, tears having finally broken her resistance and slid down her flushed cheeks. Overwhelmed with so many emotions from hearing your voice.

“I- I can’t-” You stumbled over your own words, chest beginning to tighten as you looked at both parents rapidly. Your nose began to sting as a tear slid down your cheeks. “I can’t t-talk anymore. Aunt Cassie said you’d hate me if I ever spoke again.”

Your words knocked the wind out of Lexi and Fezco as they looked at one another. Finally, the source of their own torture came to light and it came in the form of a prissy bitch that had some serious anger issues. Much like her husband.

“What did you say?” Lexi asked, voice dangerously soft, which only frightened you more. “What did Cassie say to you?”

Each word spilling from your mother's lips and your very own was causing your mind to become jumbled. A muddied mess that was trying to catch up to the fact that you fucked up, terribly. “Let me go. Mom, please, let me go.” Trying to pull free, you only felt Lexi pull you closer with her soft assurance whispered into the air. But the more she kept you there, the more you began to panic. “I don’t want you to hate me. Mom, please!”

“Y/n! Y/n, baby. It’s okay - you’re okay!” Lexi pulled your flailing body into her arms, holding you tightly as you cried and sobbed in her arms. Soon relenting, arms curling around her tightly as she sat cross-legged on the floor with your in lap. Hands clinging onto her shirt tightly as Lexi stroked your head. Glossy eyes flickering to your father, who was more livid than anything else.

You wept, crying, “I don’t want you guys to hate me. Please, don’t hate me.” It broke their hearts knowing that this was just as much torture as it was for them. Not having known your very own battles you faced on your own because of Cassie’s torment.

That week was still burned into your mind. The constant screaming you were submitted to by your aunt, who didn’t care when you sobbed on her couch. Saying cruel things that were transformed into lies that your young mind believed and stuck with you into your teen years. She said you were an infection–A cancer that would destroy your family from the inside and out. In some way, she was correct. But that was because your silence had left your parents confused and broken. Only ever felt safe with Alice or anyone at school. Your home wasn’t home. It was a test to see if a slip-up would cause your family to fall apart with your parents hating you.

“Y/n.” Lexi softly held your face in her palms, making you look up at her. Your nose was snotty, your face splashed with tears, and rough coughs falling from your lips as you cried in her hold. The sight alone made Lexi’s chin quiver as she smiled sadly. “I, nor your father, would ever hate you, baby. We love you. We’ve always loved you. You are our daughter and nothing would change how we feel.”

You nodded frantically, wrapping your arms around her once more as you wept into her shoulder. “Please don’t ever hate me.”

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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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Twin Tides (teaser)

💌 Nate Jacobs

Summary:

Kaitlyn Arundel, a former prep school princess from New York City , was a pawn in her parents' war of a divorce with fire in her was concealed by a facade of naivety and perfection.

Nate Jacobs is the king of the monsters that once haunted him, a master of control born from nightmares.

When their worlds collide, lines blur and reflections emerge, hinting that perhaps, they're not as different as they seem.

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Chapter 1 Carnival | Nate POV

Chapter 2 Calmness amidst the Storm | Kaitlyn POV

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Masterlist

Started: 7-29-22 Updated: 4-15-24

Story count: 46

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Ryan Gosling

ONE SHOTS

Officer K

Heart of Gold

Driver

Get Away Driver

unworthy goodbyes

Sebastian Wilder

La vie en Rose

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Double Trouble ***

Turning Tides ***

Rematch ***

Prince Charming ***

Protection Squad ***

Homework Problems ***

Polaroid

The Spy Next Door ***

SONG INSPIRED

Sierra Six/ Court Gentry

Loved ***

SMUT

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Far Away

All you had to do was ask

Shy Boy ***

Ethan Hunt

ONE SHOTS

Promises

Reckoning ***

Lazy Saturdays ***

Falling in Love in France ***

Complete ***

Daryl Dixon

ONE SHOT

Jealousy ***

Prisoner and Savior

Sunshine Optimist

"I Know"

Savior

SMUT

The Hearts Want

After

Jeffery Dean Morgan

Negan Smith-

ONE SHOT

Prisoner and Savior

To Love and Trust

SERIES

Love Lost

Part 1: Atlanta-Verginia

Part 2: Heart Strings

Part 3:

John Winchester-

ONE SHOT

Hunt

MARVEL:

Wanda

ONE SHOT

Magnets

Love Knot (poll)

Bucky

ONE SHOT

Car Troubles

The Book

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

ONE SHOT

Skyscraper

Bruce Wayne

ONE SHOT

The Love of a Bat

Geralt

ONE SHOT

Sleepovers

Wounds and Kisses ***

Preference? ***

Fezco

ONE SHOT

Anger and Love ***

You Did a Bad Thing Twice ***

Theseus Scamander

SMUT

Magic Hands ***

JJ Maybank

ONE SHOT

Bruises

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main updated fanfic masterlist

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wattpad

the originals

peaky blinders

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the fast and the furious

saltburn

gossip girl reboot

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Meet Me In The Middle (Under The Mistletoe)

A Fexi fanfic / Alternate Universe / Rated T.

Lexi and Bobbi throw a Christmas Party in their new apartment where Lexi has decided to finally shoot her shot with Fezco by finding the perfect moment to get him under the mistletoe.

Until now, Lexi had been content keeping her feelings to herself. She figured she would take her infatuation to the grave for the sake of the friendship. But as the years went by, she would only fall in love more and more – to the point where it was suffocating her now. Bobbi seemed to think that Fezco reciprocated her feelings but Lexi had no evidence that supported that theory. Fezco was an honest to god (that she didn’t believe in) good guy. A salt of the earth type that wouldn’t hurt a fly. As long as you didn’t mess with his friends. His family. His money. He was considerate in a way that had you questioning if the rest of humanity was just a simulation. He was sweet and charming but never used it to his advantage. And that was only with strangers. When it came to the people in his life, you could triple that tenfold. He was as loving as he was loyal.

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Neteyam

Lo’ak

Neteyam- Self Assurance

ATWW X MARVEL 2 3 4

Aonung 2

Aonung- The Tree

ATWW 2 3 4

Wednesday:

Wednesday & Wick

Xavier Thorpe- Mind Reader

Bianca Barclay- Rave N Dance

Bianca Barclay- Sparrow

Namor:

Namor*

Namor- Mutant/Bender

HOTD

Aemond T.

Euphoria

Ashtray - 4>1

Ashtray- Training Wheels

Fezco- Crash Landing

MCU

Wanda- I See You

TASM- Flame On

Druig- I’m My Own Boss

Druig- Disguise

Sprite- Honey Bee

Eternals- Twister

Gilgamesh- Passage

Wanda- For You

Druig- I’m John Cena

Shang-Chi- So Your Like The Avatar?

Druig- Shifter

Makkari- Picnic

Thena- Starring Contest

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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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Summary: Your a celebrity and finally you watch Euphoria and you fall in love with Angus Cloud 

- I was bored lol

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

Chapter 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, Lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind trying to get it back, Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into, Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything, And everybody believed in you

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: 1,932

Chapter Warnings: Drug withdrawal, Rue being an asshole (but i love her soOoOo), references to domestic/child abuse, this chapter is short but i’m hoping to upload again on sunday properly

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

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Hours. Days. Weeks.

The concept of time was lost on you as you remained in a fetal position, your cheek pressed against the cold tile floor. Your muscles cramped, bones aching in a way that you sure would only be assuaged by ripping them out of your skin.

Your body didn't feel like your own. Weak and too warm, and with every exhale, you were pushing down a new wave of nausea.

Fez had only left your side when absolutely necessary, and even then, you remained with Ash, head in his lap as he wiped your brow with a cold face cloth, his words mumbled as he called you a fucking idiot, yet his eyes remained soft as they bore into yours.

Although you craved the sweet, blissful apathy that Heroin provided you with -- even if the pleasure was short-lived -- your body just needed rest. It needed peace. You knew that, yet it didn't cease your begging.

Fez's response, however, remained steadfast. Unwavering despite your painful cries and desperate insults that chipped at his heart, but not his resolve. No matter how much your coiled up, frail body tugged at his heartstrings, he refused to give in. Refused to give up.

Eventually, once your stomach was finally settled and no longer threatening to expel any fluids that dared to enter it, Fez moved you to his room.

"C'mon, baby, just a little more," Fez's voice was smooth as he held you, back pressed to his chest as he leaned against his headboard.

A pitiful sob bubbled up from your chest as you slowly sipped at the water, Fez placed the bottle onto his side table once he deemed your intake was sufficient.

Wrapped up in a pair of Fez's pajama pants and a dark Palace hoody, you sunk into the bed. His fingers soothed the ache the bathroom floor had left on your body as he held you implausibly close as though scared that any moment, you'd dissipate.

"You sure you still wanna go?"

After Fez had declined Maddy's birthday invite on your behalf, she had offered for you to attend a girl's night, a simple hangout that didn't involve alcohol or partying, or anything that sounded remotely fun.

You'd accepted, knowing that Maddy Perez wasn't the type of girl who allowed you to decline her often. Nodding your head, you groaned when you felt Fez detach himself from your back, sitting up and gently guiding you with him, "C'mon then Ma. Let's get you showered."

Reaching out, you accepted the glass of water Lexi had offered you with a timid smile.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, taking a seat next to you and straightening her skirt.

You knew you looked just as bad as you felt, wrapped up in Fez's over-sized jumper and sweats, and you could only be thankful Maddy had said this night was casual. You'd barely been there 15 minutes, yet every moment that passed by felt like a long, grueling hour. Although you were physically doing better, you were still experiencing the psychological effects. So whilst nausea cleared and your aches were slightly dulled, your mood had totally dipped, your anxiety had spiked, and the craving for a high gnawed under the surface of your skin. An itch you weren't allowed to scratch.

You'd gone through withdrawal before, but in a hospital setting, with psychologists, therapists, and nurses galore, all monitoring you carefully, minute by minute. This cold turkey shit felt impossible. So instead, you told Lexi the same lie you'd muttered time and time again,

"I'm fine, thanks."

You both remained quiet, slowly sipping your drink as Lexi's fingers continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, a strained smile plastered on her face, yet the uneasiness in her eyes was shining bright.

It gave you some weird kind of reassurance, however, that she felt just as awkward as you did.

When the door knocked, you almost jumped from your seat, and you knew Lexi was glad for the distraction, but when you heard Rue's familiar voice and peered around the corner, you knew damn well she was feeling just as awful as you were.

Pity party for two, you guess.

By the time Rue had finally managed to evade Suze and excuse herself to the bathroom, the rest of the girls had joined you in the living room, voices low as they spoke between themselves. A gentle knock on the door caught your attention. Upon hearing the sound of Rue's mother thanking Suze, you could only hope a black hole would open up in the middle of the Howard's house and swallow you whole.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end." Rue sighed, sitting down on the staircase.

Lexi had returned to her seat next to you, Kat and Maddy stood not too far in front as you all peered up at her.

"This can't make you feel good, Rue. Livin' like this. Lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself."

"I don't care," Rue's voice was quiet, and you could tell whatever happened between her and Leslie had exhausted them both, "Just fuckin' leave me alone, please."

Leslie continued to try and reason with Rue, praying that she could somehow convince her daughter to get into the car and head back to rehab, but the disinterest in Rue's eyes spoke volumes and it wasn't long before all hell had broken loose, Maddy screaming at Cassie, Kat trying her best to calm her down.

Cassie wasn't very good at lying, and Maddy knew her too damn well to believe it.

"And you?" Rue's eyes remained dazed, but the curl of her lip made your eyes finally rest on her, pulling your attention away from your shoes, "You've got some fuckin' nerve sitting there, like you ain't doing the same shit."

Leslie moved forward, almost blocking you from her daughter's view, "Rue, that's enough. Let me-"

"Oh my god, you don't get it, Mom," Rue ran her hand over her hair, uncaring of how messy it was, a sardonic laugh falling from her lips, "What do you think two addicts do when they hang out together, huh? Cause we definitely weren't braiding each others hair or makin' fuckin' friendship bracelets."

You watched as Leslie tensed, her back ramrod straight. Her head turned slightly, eyeing you over her shoulder as a look of betrayal passed over her features. Returning her attention to her daughter once more, she forced down the lump in her throat,

"And that's on me, baby. But please, come with me and-"

"You know why her dad wasn't at that NA meeting?" Rue sniffed in harshly, a cruel smile etched onto her face as she continued to mock you, "He didn't fuckin' go, 'cause he was too fuckin' wasted. See, mom... I do drugs because my dad died. She does drugs, cause it's... I dunno, in her fuckin' DNA or some shit. So really, I mean, you should be grateful."

"Rue, that's enough," Suze spoke up, her eyes darting between you and the group of girls as Maddy continued her questioning of Cassie. A fight was going to break out at some point, she could sense it, "Listen to your mother and-"

"My father, a good, honest man dies in a fuckin' agonizing, traumatic way, yet her dad, a guy who doesn't deserve the fuckin' air he breathes, gets to live. He pushed her down the fuckin' stairs, and he gets to live? So where's her fuckin' intervention?" Rue laughed to herself as she shook her head, unshed tears in her lash line.

The room fell silent as your breath caught in your throat. Tears were already trailing down your cheeks as your chin wobbled. You knew, deep down, it wasn't you Rue was angry with. She was high and desperate and she needed something, anything to take the heat off her.

That's why she decided to throw both yourself and Cassie under the bus.

Standing, you placed the glass onto the table next to Lexi, the sound so much louder in the silence.

Kat called your name as you made your way toward the front door, tears streaming down your tired face. Stopping as your hand connected with the door handle, you turned toward Rue, voice barely above a whisper,

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, go run home to your daddy who doesn't fuckin' love you."

You heard Rue's muffled reply, as you shut the door behind yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to compose yourself before setting back off toward Fez's house, deciding on the longer route in hopes that the cool air would calm you.

By the commotion inside, you could only assume Rue had beaten you to Fez's, and you knew there was only one reason why she was there.

The only drugs Fez kept in the house anymore was his Grandma's medication.

You watched as Fez all but threw Rue on the floor, the girl fighting him with everything she had as she collapsed to the floor.

Fez's attention was quickly on you as you watched helplessly, his sweater almost drowning you. His eyes darted between yourself and the girl, and despite popular belief, Fezco wasn't an idiot. He knew something was going on, something happened, but he just didn't know what.

Rue quickly made her way to her feet, shoving her way through the iron gate, and down the alleyway.

Watching her go, you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, just as she couldn't bring herself to look in your direction.

"C'mon, ma. Let's get you inside."

As Fez's ringed fingers began to rub soothingly up and down your arm, you couldn't hold in the tears that began to fall. Feeling the salty teardrops on the arm your head was resting on, Fez lifted himself slightly, his worried blue eyes glanced over your face, equal parts concern, and confusion.

You weren't a good person. You knew that, deep inside your soul, etched into your bones, you would always carry 50% of your father's DNA. And if Fez thought he was a bad person, then it was only a matter of time before he saw how rotten your core really was. Hell, Rue already had.

Rolling you carefully to your back, his thumb traced under your lashline, wiping away the rogue tears that still fell, "What's wrong, Ma? You in pain? I can get you some more Tylenol, or-"

Shaking your head, you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face, trying to force his features into your memory, despite knowing his face, his body, him... He would be burned there for as long as you breathe.

Lifting your arm, your fingertips tracing along the edges of his cheekbones, over his chin, and down his jaw before resting on the back of his neck, absently playing with his chain before pulling him toward you.

His lips were slow and gentle, his chaste movements almost tentative as if he wasn't entirely sure he should be doing it. But you needed this. You needed him. And as if somehow, your souls were connected, he seemed to at least understand your sudden need for intimacy.

Pulling away slightly, he hovered his lips above you, trying to ignore the pecks you left as you chased his lips, "I'm not sure we should do this. You're not-"

"Please, Fez. Please."

And that was all he needed.

But like a moth to a flame, you knew: eventually, you would burn him one too many times.

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Fezco’s House Part 3 — Matilda

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x female!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, Fezzy, we did good.”

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