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Stay Alive- Steve Harrington

A/n: I finished my studying so it's time to hit the keyboard!! It took me 30 minutes to find a gif good enough to use so DON'T TELL ME THE GIF IS FROM THE WRONG SEASON

Request: Helllo could i pls request a steve Harrington x female reader (maybe shes related to eddie)? maybe its like when they r in the upside down and instead of steve getting hurt its the reader ? and then steve goes all protective :) thanks and hope your doing well ! @itsanewyearplayboy

Warnings: MASSIVE SEASON 4 SPOILERS!!!! Swears, mentions of injuries and blood, I removed the scene where Nancy goes into a trance bc idk where that lets yet

You stare over the side of the boat, looking into the endless water. It's too dark to see the bottom, if there even is one. The compass is telling you that you're right over the portal, meaning someone has to swim. You've got enough experience in swimming to reach the bottom pretty quickly, you were a lifeguard with Steve.

The thought of getting into the lake in the dark with no idea what's under you sends a shiver down your spine. You can only imagine the monsters swimming around under you, waiting for someone to jump in.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, turning to see Steve removing his socks. You already know he's volunteered himself like always.

"Somebody's gotta go down there and check this thing out." He grumbles, obviously not liking that he's the one to swim. "Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years... then it's gotta be me. No complaints, all right?" He looks directly at you when finishing his sentence, already knowing you'll protest. And he's right.

"Actually, a few complaints!" You voice but he's already standing up. You quickly take off your shoes and socks, getting up as well. "You're not going down there alone! Plus, I was a lifeguard with you for those three years and I remember doing much better than you!" You glare at him while carefully making your way to his side of the boat. Robin takes your place, keeping the weight of the boat balanced.

"Y/n, we aren't arguing about this, you stay on the boat." He orders, pointing his finger on the bench of the boat. You know exactly what card to pull to get him to give in, even though you hate using it.

"Is it because I'm a girl?" You raise an eyebrow and he falls silent. After a second or two he stumbles over his words to get his point across, failing miserably.

"Alright, fine! But if anything goes wrong you get back on the boat and leave!" He gives in, removing his shirt. You force yourself to look away, glad it's too dark to see how red you are.

Eddie wraps a flashlight in a plastic bag so no water will get in, handing it to you. "Hey, good luck." Eddie gives you a determined stare and you realize what Robin meant by his broken eyes.

"How come she get's the flashlight and the good luck?" Steve asks, as your turn back to him.

"Because I'm the prettiest." You tease. Steve isn't amused but before he can protest you dive into the lake. The freezing water pricks your skin, disorienting you for a second. You can hear a loud bang, spinning to see Steve has joined you underwater. He instantly looks at you, waiting for something horrible to happen. But it doesn't and a wave of relief washes over you.

You begin swimming down, using the flashlight to search the bottom. Steve stops to look at a few rocks, while you hear a humming noise. Looking around you see a red light glowing nearby. You don't warn Steve, knowing he's smart enough to follow the light.

Once you reach the thing that's glowing you realize it's the portal, but it's covered in a slimy film. You reach out to touch it, cringing at the texture. Something flashes behind the film and you jump back, losing some air from the surprise. You cover your nose with your hand hoping it'll stop water from exerting your lungs.

A hand grabs your arm, jerking you away from the portal. You know it's Steve and you know you're running out of time to stay underwater. You swim away from the site, gasping for air once you reach the surface. You and Steve cling to the edge of the boat, catching your breath.

"We found it." Steve informs, spitting out water.

Robin says something into the walkie-talkie, but you're too busy fighting off the feeling that something is watching you. Grunt, coughing up dirty lake water.

"I think I might have an eye infection." You joke and Steve chuckles. You open your mouth to say more but something wraps around your leg. It tugs you slightly, causing you to go under, but stops before you lose your grip on the boat.

"Y/n?" Steve checks on you, but you don't have time to answer, being dragged under water once again. You aren't prepared, letting out most of your oxygen and having it replaced with gross water. You watch as the boat gets smaller, your eyes closing slowly.

frosty air nips at your skin right before you're slamming against the ground. You pant, getting as much air as your can. Whatever has you wraps its tail around your throat, dragging you farther from the portal. You try to scream, but the tail is gripping you too tight. Your back is scarping against the ground, and you're being tossed again. You land against a large vine, screaming finally. You expect to be slaughtered, but you're met with nothing.

You get on your knees, crawling around. You've heard of this place, the upside down. The dark, decrepit version of Hawkins. You only have a moment to take in the worn down lake house and the empty boat before screeching echoes through your ears.

They sound like bats, but you know they have to be much worse. Your mind is blank as a few of them come flying towards you, maybe you've accepted your fate.

The creatures latch onto you, tugging at your skin while you fall on your back. You try to rip one off but it only worsens the pain. You're screaming Steve's name, begging him to help.

"I'm here!" Steve's voice rings out, right before a bat is smacked off of you. You peek to see Steve holding an oar like a bat. He smacks the rest off, calling each of them 'fuckers'. You cry in relief, pressing your hand to the small chunk of flesh missing from your side.

Nancy, Eddie, and Robin join him, kicking and hitting the bat creatures that try to attack again.

"Are you ok?" Steve questions, crouching next to you se he can help you stand. You try your best, your legs wobbling and side burning.

"I don't know, I- They took some flesh." You glance down to see the wound still bleeding. Steve's eyes dim before he pulls you against him. You're confused until he spins around, almost guarding you. You're too weak to fight and Steve senses that.

"Stay behind me and tell me if one of them goes for you." He demands, swinging his oar around. You watch they sky, checking every angle to make sure none of them target you. You're lucky, they seem angry at the group for ruining their feast.

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You don't remember why you're running, your mind is too hazy to think. All you understand is Steve is basically dragging you with one hand tangled with yours, encouraging you to keep going. You wish to stop, to take a rest, but he keeps talking and keeping you conscious.

Your wish is granted when the group stops at skull rock, or at least the upside down version of it. You all scurry under it, using it as a hiding place.

You lean against the cool rock, you choke on air. Your hands are trembling and your shoulders are heaving. You can't focus on anything while your mind reels. Your eyes feel so heavy, heavier than a pile of bricks.

"Hey, hang in there, ok?" Steve's voice sounds so distant, echoing off walls that aren't there. "Y/n, come on. You've gotta stay awake." Warm hands cup your cheeks. You lean into the warmth, wanting more of it. You realize how chilly you are, still drenched.

"'m tired.." You slur. There's a shake breath that doesn't belong to you, making you realize you might be dying. You don't want to die, not like this. You want to have more date nights with Steve and complain about mean girls with Robin. You want to give dating advice to Dustin and watch them graduate.

With every ounce of energy you have left you open your eyes, taking a deep breath and forcing yourself to get through the pain.

"There you go, good job." Steve sighs. Nancy rips a piece of fabric from her outfit and scooting over to you. She gently wraps your side with it, tucking it in so it stays in place.

'It's not perfect but it'll do for now." She whispers, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze.

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You've done everything to stay awake, but that doesn't mean you know how you got here. Staring at a rope floating between both sides of the portal. Everyone except you and Steve have gone through, to the better side. You fear you might be too drained to pull yourself up.

"You've got this, just a few seconds of climbing and you'll be ok." Steve rubs your back while you grab onto the rope. You prepare yourself for the intensity you'll feel. You hoist yourself off the ground, grinding your teeth with each pull.

You're more than relieved when you fall onto the mattress, being pulled up by Nancy who uses Robin to sturdy you. Steve falls right after you, scrambling to you instantly. Robin and Nancy let go, allowing you to fall into Steve's arms. You don't realize your sobbing until Steve wipes a tear away.

"Let's get those wounds checked out, okay?" He wraps an arm around you, guiding you to Eddie's couch.

"I've got a first aid kit in the bathroom, I'll grab it." Eddie stutters, rushing out of the room. You hate how horrible this is for him. He never asked to be apart of this, but then again none of you did.

"I promise I won't let anything like that happen to you, again." Steve assures, petting your wet hair. His lip trembles while holding back tears and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, holding him as best as you can. "Next time just let me go alone." He whimpers softly into your skin.

"Over my dead body."

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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Please do a realistic imagine based on the aftermath of the finale😭 no one is writing about it!!! I need the reader to be there for fez and comforting him!! I beg you!!!

Yes :( so sad, this is brief though.

"Fez!" I call out, tears streaming down my cheeks as his eyes fly up to meet my frantic gaze. He has a thick bandage wrapped around his waist, presumably from where he was shot accidently and there's deep, dark bags circling under his eyes, the exhuastion finally hitting him. He had called me this morning, a full twelve hours after everything went down at his house, not being able to make his phone call without giving a statement to the police. Faye quickly cleared it up that Fez was not at fault and that it was her, now late, boyfriend Custer who organized the whole thing.

But that wouldn't make up for the loss that Fez feels, that his whole inner circle of people feel. Rue was the second to call me after finding out what had happened at her best friends home. I know she felt utterly guilty for how she left it with Fez the last time she had spoken to him, feeling terrible that he had to now deal with the loss of his brother, a huge gap now missing in his life.

Fez's dark, red eyes scare me even more as I approach him, the lack of Ashtray beside him making my heart drop. Even after being told that he was gone, that it was quick, there was blood, no pulse- I just couldn't understand how that fifteen year old boy was just gone from the world, never smiling again, never swearing loudly at Fez and I for being too loud in bed, no more late night runs to McDonalds- nothing. It was all gone.

I know he's gone, I know that Fez wouldn't lie to me about Ashtray being shot in the middle of the raid but my brain could just not believe it.

This couldn't be real, Ash couldn't be dead. Fez and him weren't this stupid, these things didn't happen and if there was a risk, they would deescalate it and fix things. So how didn't they see this coming? Why did this happen?

"I don't know what the fuck to do, ma. They're asking me all these questions and-" Fez cuts himself off as I throw my arms around him, his body immediately relaxing into me as both of our tears fall. His back trembles as he gasps quietly, my hand reaching up to cradle the back of his head, rubbing gentle circles into his skin. "What happened? How the fuck did this happen?" He shutters, a shiver running down his back as my heart breaks, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I whisper quiet 'I love you's', knowing full well that nothing could make up for the hell that he's lived through.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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DOOT DOOT

PLSSSS IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED LMAOOOO

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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Hmmmmm

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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Hi!!! I wanted to request a Fez x Reader that relates to Zendaya/Labrinth’s lyric

“Hell, I'll do 25 to life

If it makes me a king

A star in your eyes.”

Where reader is trying to take the blame in 2x08 to help Ash and Fez to not get as much time. But obviously Fez wouldn’t let that happen. Something angsty but also very fluffy cause of protective and in love Fez. ♥️ thx

Fez hits Ash clear across the face with so much force that the kid hits the ground.

Vaguely, you know Fez is telling Ash that he’ll take the fall. You can hear his and Ash’s shivering inhales and exhales. But all you see is the knife fall from Ash’s hand and land on the carpet. Before you can even think about it, you drop to your knees and pick it up. The blood is still hot, and slippery.

You look up to find Fez and Ash both staring at you. Ashtray’s face is blood and tear stained.

“Run.” You say, heart racing. “Take Faye with you.”

“Give me the knife.” Fez answers, his voice hard. Ashtray’s eyes are wide - you’ve never seen him look like that.

“No.”

“I’m not fucking asking.” Fez bites out, and when you stand up he reaches for you but you step back, out of his reach.

“I can’t let either of you take the fall for this.”

Fez looks stricken.

“Don’t be fucking stupid.” He tells you, and when you shake your head, he lunges for you. You’re fast, but not fast enough - it’s easy to forget how agile and strong Fez is. His hand wraps around your wrist and his other tries to pry the blade out from your fingers.

"You're gonna have to kill me if you wanna take the fall for this." He promises. "Imma die before I let something happen to you or Ash."

The undeniable reality of the situation hits you when you see the blood smear on both your hands, when you feel your whole body jolting with each tug he gives your hand.

“Let go.” He orders, and you start to cry. He tugs again, and your body moves with the force of it.

“No.” You plead.

“Look at me.” He says, his grip on your wrist still vice-like. “You need to leave with Ash. I need you to take care of him for me.”

He’s dead serious. You’ve never heard pain in his voice like this, not even when he talks about his grandmother, not even when he talks about his father.

His hand gives your wrist another brutal squeeze and you let go of the boxcutter. It looks so awful, the boxcutter in his hand.

“Take Ash, wash your hands, and go out there with Faye and surrender. They won’t hurt you if you surrender peacefully, you hear me?”

You want to be strong. You have to be strong. And you realize taking the fall for this is the weak thing to do. Fez will still go down for the drugs, and Ash will have nobody at all.

“Okay.” You say, and your voice sounds like you’re underwater. At least, that’s how it sounds to your own ears.

You turn to Ash, and find that he’s already gone.

“Ash?” You call.

Fez whips around, and swears.

“Go find him.” He says, worry coloring his voice.

You’re already halfway out the room, checking Fez’s room, the bathroom, and then finding him bent in front of the washing machine.

“Ashtray, put that shit down.”

He has a box of bullets in one hand, and a rifle in the other.

He looks at you with faux calm and shakes his head.

“If you do this, you will lose Fez forever. And you’ll break his fucking heart.” You say. “Come with me, wash your hands, and I promise to take care of you.”

Ash looks his age, for once. The smear of blood under his nose almost looks like he got hurt playing outside, or roughhousing with a friend. You want to wipe it away and hold him and tell him everything will be okay, like he’s just scraped his knee badly and needs a kiss to make it better.

“What about him?” He asks, and your heart leaps at the fact that he’s even speaking with you.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll visit, we’ll call, we’ll write. I don’t fucking know, Ash. What matters is neither of you are dead.”

Ash looks like he’s almost listening to you. He hardly ever obeys the man who raised him, so there’s less incentive for him to listen to you, his brother’s girlfriend. But you know he loves you, even if it’s in his own way, even if his ideal world is just him and his brother against the world.

And you’re not being fair with the guilt trip you’re about to pull, but you don’t care about playing dirty right now.

“I couldn’t take it if something happened to the both of you. I couldn’t live with that.” Your voice is shaking, and it’s not fake. “Please.”

Then you tug the gun out of his hand and toss it back into the washing machine.

“Let’s wash our hands.” You say, and when Ashtray blinks, a tear falls down his face. He nods.

You both scrub your hands down at the sink, the water turning pink as it drains.

Ashtray looks like he’s not in his body. You grab his face with one hand, turning his faze from the water to look up at you.

“Go say goodbye to your brother.” You order. “It’s just goodbye for now.”

Then you shove him out the door and follow him down the hall. He splits off to go into the living room and you go into the kitchen, taking hold of Faye by the shoulders.

“Hey.” You keep your voice soft. If Ashtray seemed a little bit out of body, Faye looks like she’s on another planet entirely. “You saved the day. I’m sorry it all went fucking sideways.”

She looks at you, but you’re not sure if she sees you.

“We gotta go, Faye.”

“Where?” She almost turns her head to look at Custer’s body again but you step in front of her.

“Outside. We have to go outside and surrender. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Her hands come up to your wrists, and although her touch is light, the right wrist still aches. You can see a bruise blooming.

She looks at you with her huge eyes, and even though Custer was a piece of shit, your heart still aches for her. She's your friend, and she tried to save all of you, and this is all so beyond fucked up.

“You’ll come with me?” She asks.

“Of course.” You tell her. “They’ll be here any second, go wait by the door for me.”

She nods, and turns to leave without you having to move her.

When you look back, you see Fez kissing the very top of Ashtray’s head.

“Go.” He says, and Ash does so, looking like he wants to cry. He passes by you in the kitchen, taking the stairs down to his room. Through the window, you can see him stand by Faye at the door.

“Baby.” Fez calls, and you turn again. On autopilot, you walk towards him, past Custer’s body, past the blood spatter.

You stand in front of him. Just moments ago, placing the phone in a cup of soda, he looked like he was going to be sick. Now, he’s as calm as ever. Or as calm as one can be. You feel hysterical next to him.

“I love you.” You choke out.

Faye had been right, Fez looks more handsome without the tie. His hands are stained red, though, which takes away from it a bit.

“Look at me.”

You don’t want to. You lift your eyes from his hands, from that fucking gore covered knife, and look him in the eyes.

“You’re my girl, okay? And I’m gonna love you forever.” He says.

The words knock the wind out of you.

“Stop talking like you’ll never get out.” You urge, shaking your head. “It was self defense, he hit Ashtray.”

Fez sighs.

“Give me something to think about when I’m locked up.” He answers, and you grab the front of his shirt and kiss him hard.

Your face is hot, and the tears escape for a second time.

“Don’t cry.” he murmurs, brushing his nose along your own and kissing your cheek. “Don’t cry.”

You draw in a shaky breath, and he kisses you on the corner of your open mouth.

“Kiss me again?” He asks, and you do it immediately, like he’s planted the idea straight into your brain. You bring your hands up to the back of his neck, and you wish he could hold you back, if it wasn’t for the blood on his hands.

“I love you.” You say, breaking the kiss and opening your eyes. He looks right back into your eyes.

“Go.”

The smell of blood is filling your nostrils. Metallic and sour and heavy. You worry for a moment that the smell of it will always remind you of this moment, of this kiss, of Fez.

“I love you.” You repeat, because it’s the only thing you can say to him. You need him to know it.

“I love you.” He says back. “I’d lay down on the railroad tracks for you.”

You let go of him, step away, and turn.

It takes everything in you to not turn back.

When you get to the bottom of the stairs, Faye turns to you with wide eyes.

“I think they’re drilling the door off the hinges.”

You glance at Ashtray, who looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“We surrender!” You shout. “Let us out! We surrender!”

The drilling stops. You step in front of the door, and with a shaking hand, undo all the locks. Then you put your hand on the door knob, twist it, and pull the door open.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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tbh cant stop thinking about Jack looking after his girl when she’s drunk and like taking off her makeup and lashes and shiii I’m soft bruh

“I love you, and you’re so handsome. I remember when I first saw you, I was like ooh I want him in this punaniii.” You slur while admiring Jack as he drives the both of you home.

“Is that right, ma?” He laughs looking over at you for a second.

“Yep! I want you in this punani tonight too.” You grin at him.

“Not tonight, pretty girl, you’re too drunk.” He tells you putting his hand on your thigh.

“Ugh okay, fun police.” You pout crossing your arms over your chest and moving your knees towards the door.

“Don’t be like that, baby. How about we get some Mcdonald’s on the way home?” He asks knowing you��d break for a large fry and a coke.

“Really?” You ask excitedly with a big smile, one that made Jack’s heartbeat a little faster.

“Yeah, ma, I’ll pull into this one right here.” Jack smiles turning into the parking lot.

Jack pulls into the drive-thru and orders you and him a large fry and a diet coke.

“I love you!” You wiggle in the seat eating your fries.

“I love you more, beautiful.” Jack chuckles and shakes his head.

Jack helps you get out of the car once the two of you arrive at his apartment. His arms wrap around your frame as you stumble through the halls carrying your fries and diet coke. You stop at the door as Jack fishes his keys out of his pocket.

“You are the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, I’ll never love anyone like how I love you.” You confess.

Jack looks over at you. You’re his everything. Every day that he’s with you the days feel easier, you’d never know how much he loves you. He pushes open the door letting you walk in alone. You set the fries and diet coke on his kitchen island.

“I’m sleepy.” You announce walking immediately to his room and flop on his bed belly first.

The second your head hits the bed and the warmth from his blankets hits you sleep overcomes you. Jack chuckles as he walks into the room seeing you asleep with your mouth wide open. He carefully unzips your dress and ushers it off of your body before grabbing one of his t-shirts and putting it on you. You flip over on your back wanting to be under the covers. Jack smiles at how tired you got when you got this drunk, it happened every time. He walks into his bathroom and grabs the make-up wipes he kept over for you. He takes a couple and walks back to the bed sitting next to you. He chuckles at how your face scrunches at the cold cloth coming into contact with your face. You soon become unaware of the feeling as he finishes removing the make-up from your face. He gently pulls off your lashes wincing at the pain that he imagined it felt like. He smiles seeing his bare-faced beauty fast asleep. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before removing all of his clothes besides his boxers, charging both of y’all’s phones, and crawling into the bed next to you.

“Goodnight, my love, I’m sure I’ll have to deal with your hangover tomorrow.” He chuckles to himself before falling asleep.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 2 years

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I think this is the most well written thing I have ever read i loved it ❤️😭😭😭

Empty House

requested by: no one!

pairing: none

warnings: spoilers for 2x08, mention of unaliving, mention of guns, mention of violence, angst asf, sadness asf

i am so sorry for what you are about to read

It had been roughly 6 months since Fezco had been to his home. He had been in jail of course, thankfully Faye wasn't and offered to stay and keep an eye on his grandma and the house til he was out. He didn't know how he got out so soon, maybe his lawyer was just that good. He didn't know, and honestly he wished he could've stayed back there a little longer. It was mind numbing, he was able to keep his mind empty yet still occupied in order to avoid dealing with the reality of what happened 6 months prior. He stood at the gate with two officers, being escorted out to where Faye was waiting for him. She'd visited numerous times, much like Lexi and Rue. That was it, those were his only friends really. Faye gave him a half smile, and he returned a weak one. Once he made it past the fence he went over to the car, hopping in the passenger seat. The blonde handed him his iPhone before driving off.

"You excited to be out?" She asked, glancing at him briefly. He just shrugged his shoulders, staring out the window. This was Ash's spot. Faye waited a few seconds before speaking up again, "you know, I managed to keep the store open. I've managed to keep the bills all paid because of it, I even got a second side job. It's kinda nice not being involved with illegal activity to make money." Fez chuckled a little at that.

"Yeah, I uh, I decided it's time to stop that shit. My grandma prolly wouldn't be too happy, but it's time, y'know?" He said, his voice low and on the verge of shaky.

"Well, I'm proud of ya. I know she is too, no matter what." The two exchanged small smiles once again before letting the music fill the air. The closer they got to the house, the more Fez's nerves were going. He didn't know what to expect, but he didn't want to go there. He wanted to stay as far away as possible, but he knew he had to go home. They rounded the corner and pulled up to the driveway, Fez sitting up straight as the car parked.

"I have some runnin' to do, but if you want I can stay for a little while. Incase you don't wanna be alone." Faye offered upon seeing the look on his face. He shook his head once again, not wanting to hold her up.

"Nah, it's okay. T— thanks, though. For the ride n' the offer." He got out of the car with his house key in hand, walking towards the front door very slowly. He unlocked the door handle, twisting it open and taking a step inside just enough to be able to close the door behind him. He almost was expecting for Ash to come greet him before reality hit him once again. He's not here. He'll never be here again.

The ginger looked around, first noticing the patches of light grey plaster all over the walls— probably to cover up the bullet holes. His eyes were glued to the bathroom door for just a moment, tears blurring his vision when he finally looked away. He wiped his eyes quickly with his sleeve before making his way over to Ashtray's room. He pushed the door open and flicked the light on, taking in the sight of everything; it was exactly how Ash left it. Not a single thing had been moved, apart from any snacks or drinks he left behind. His feet dragged as he walked around, then sitting down on what was his little brother's bed. He looked around yet again, seeing the boy's phone and favorite hoodie on the end of the mattress. He reached for the hoodie first, bringing it to his face and breathing in its scent. It still smells like him.

Fezco sniffled, his body beginning to shake as he tried to hold back his cries. He place the hoodie carefully in his lap before grabbing the phone. It was freezing to the touch and wouldn't turn on, it had probably died months ago. He put it back down, tears streaming down his face. He pulled his own phone out of his pocket and opened it, seeing Faye had charged it. His background was of him and Ash, he stared for just a moment before going through his hundreds of notifications. He saw a couple missed calls from Lexi from the night everything happened, he figured he would call her later. He didn't want to talk right now, not to Lexi, not to Rue, hardly even to Faye. The only person he wanted to talk to was Ashtray. To tell him he loved him, that he missed him, that he was just a kid and it shouldn't have been him. He wished so deeply that this was all just some sick joke, or a nightmare from hell. But it wasn't. This was real life, his baby brother was gone.

Against his better judgement, he opened up the iMessage app and clicked on Ash's contact. He pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear, waiting for the voicemail message to play.

"Hey, it's Ash. Leave a message, bye." The sound of the boys voice was almost like a stab to the heart as tears rolled off his cheeks. He hung up before calling again, softly crying when the message played again. Yet again, he repeated his actions about 10 more times before a harsh sob ripped from his throat. The only times he really wasn't occupied while in jail was at night when trying to fall asleep, or when he'd wake up from recurring nightmares about the night everything happened. But now, he had no distractions. He had to deal with his grief and the god awful pain of Ashtray being gone.

Why? Fez thought, why him? Why not me? Why couldn't it have been me? He wished a hundred times over that he could turn back time and take Ashtray's place. He knew it would've killed the boy to have to go on without him, but at least he would've had the chance to live a normal life like he deserves. Ashtray didn't ask for any of this; to be raised a drug dealer and to fuck around with that business. Fez didn't either, but at least he had some normalcy before his mom died. He loved their grandma and wouldn't trade his time with her for the world, but if he knew all those years ago this was where they would end up, he would've tried to change something. He liked to think so, at least.

Every single memory he had with Ashtray filled his mind, each and every one replaying in that moment. It hurt, it stung, it was killing him. He remembered the first time he found him in the hallway to the very last time he saw him in the exact same hallway. It came full circle; it was like a cruel parallel from the universe. After a few more times of listening to the voice message, he felt a bit of anger bubbling in his stomach. "Fuck!" He yelled, throwing his phone to the floor.

Why did he just come out of the bathroom? Why did he fuckin' do it? The man was angry. Angry at Custer, angry at Mouse, angry at himself, hell even a little angry at Ashtray. He felt guilty for that but of anger towards the boy, but he couldn't help it. He thought about all the different could've, should've, would've's but it no use. It didn't matter, nothing he did mattered anymore. Ashtray wasn't just his little brother; he was his best friend, his partner in crime— literally— his whole life, and if Fez was being honest with himself he was basically his son. Fezco raised that kid almost entirely by himself after age 13, Ashtray was his kid. It was his job to protect him and he failed. His mind was stuck on that thought for a good while, longer than he would admit, and it devastated him more and more with each passing second.

He didn't know when he finally decided he needed to leave the room, but it was long enough that Faye had already came back home. The man stood up, grabbing the hoodie, and went up to the door and opened it. Fez took one last glance before shutting off the light and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

"Do you want something to eat?" Faye asked as he walked past the kitchen. He shook his head no then thanked her for the offer and went to his own room. Fez pretended to miss Faye glancing at the hoodie with sad eyes as he walked by. She knew exactly which one it was, and it broke her heart as she saw the clutch he had on it. She checked on him occasionally throughout the night, he never had much of a response. She figured he needed space and time to grieve, anyone would.

Fez wrapped the hoodie around his small French fry pillow and held it close the rest of the night. He kicked his shoes off and laid in bed, waiting to succumb to slumber and escape this nightmare that was his reality, and ignore his empty house.

so um yeah this hurt my heart to write—

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Guilty Accident pt.2

Fezco x sister, Ashtray x sister

Warning: Mentions of overdose and vomit. (LET ME KNOW IF THERE IS ANYMORE.)

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The two days you spent in the hospital were the worst two days of your life. Withdrawls were harder than anyone could ever imagine. Having your brothers by your side was probably the one positive thing out of the whole situation itself.

"Come on, lemme help you up" Fez said after getting word you were able to go home.

"mm" Was all you was able to get out laying on her side facing away from her brother.

"Come on..." He said calmly lifting the covers off your body. Grabbing your arm lifting you up slowly.

Pain...

That was all you felt in that moment, having to use your body strength. Letting out a small cry as he made the swift movement to lift you up.

"I'm sorry Y/n/n, but we gotta get you outta here." He spoke holding you up.

"Ugh, I cant-" You chocked out along with a sob.

This broke Fezcos' heart into a million pieces. He never wanted to see his sister go through what he had seen time after time. Being a drug dealer, you see that a lot. But it isn't something you want to see happening to someone you love.

"Come one, you got it, you got it." He praised you as he helped you get dressed. Which you both did succesfully with caution.

As you both reached home and stood at the door. Watching as your brother unlocked the door helping you enter the house.

"Yn?" You heard your name be called when you entered the house. Seeing your little brother getting up from the couch he was laid on and making his way over to you. Hugging you tightly.

"Ash be careful!" Fez spoke loudly making your head pound.

"I'm sorry." Ashtray said quietly seeing the pained look on your face.

"It's ok, can I go to sleep?" You asked your older brother more agressivly than you meant, not wanting Ash to see you in so much pain. Fez knew Ash could handle something like this with anyone... but not you. Even with bribing, fez knew that it would absolutley break his heart to be there during this whole process.

So he made sure to make Ash feel like he was more invovled than he was. Keeping him away at times like this, when you couldn't bare to keep the pain hidden for the sake of your brother.

What Fezco failed to notice was... Ash had seen it all. And it did hurt, it hurt more than Fezco could have imagined it would have. The days you were in the hospital and Ashtray was all alone. He cried, he cried more than humanly possible. He couldn't help but feel angry.

Not at you but at Rue, he knew that Rue was the one to give you drugs. It wasn't the fact that you had taken drugs it was the fact of who gave it to you.

Rue was someone who had been around for a long time. And considered family, well was considered in Ashtrays place of heart.

Fezco had taken Ashtray back home after much arguing on Ash's side. He didn't want him to see his big sister in this state.

"Yeah, come one."

The next morning you were woken up by your brother to attempt to eat breakfast. To say the least, it was not pretty.

"How you feelin'?" Fez asked not touching his cereal. Just keeping his full attention on you.

"Um... a little better I guess." You whispered playing with your spoon.

"You havent ate any of your cereal... aren't you hungry?" Ashtray asked looking from you to the other two sat at the table.

"Not really- i'm not really hungry." You said not wanting to dissapoint.

"Can you please try?" Fez asked with a look of pity.

That's one thing you didn't want, to ever get a look of pity from your brother. You wanted to be strong just like him. Not seen as weak, and needing pity.

That look, that innocent look, that look of pity. Is what cause you to snap.

"I am trying!" You spoke more loudly dropping the spoon from your fingertips.

Nobody seemed to notice that you weren't playing with your spoon. You were struggling to use it, the thing with withdrawls is yout basic motor skills are not intact. Fezco and your little brother knew this but it hadn't clicked that it was happening to you at this moment.

You got up from the table slowly, feeling every ache in your body at once.

"hey do you need some help?" Faye asked getting up from her seat to help you get to you room.

"No!" You answered moving her hand away and walking slowly down the hall.

Ashtray paced outside of your room contimplating checking on you. Not wanting to upset you even more. This have him time to think about the events from earlier.

// Flashback//

A knock could be heard from the front door a few hours after you disapeared into your room.

"Who is it!?" Ash yelled from the couch.

"um... it's Rue." Rue's shakey voice came from the other side of the door.

"What chu want?" He asked opening the door and foding his arms.

I just-" Rue started.

"And no i'm not selling you drugs, so if that's what you here for then leave." He spoke harshly.

"I I just wanted to see Yn." Rue said fiddling with the bottom of her shirt soaked from the rain that was currently falling.

"Yo who's at the door?" Fez's voice could be heard from behind Ashtray. Coming to see who was at the door.

"It's Rue." Ash stated simply.

"What you doin here Rue?" Fez asked cooly.

"I just wanted to see Yn, I mean if- if that's ok?" Rue spoke on the brink of tears.

"Yn isn't feelin' good right now."

"Oh... " She cooed.

"Listen Rue, don't beat yourself up about this. I still don't like that you gave her that hard stuff. But at the end of the day she choose to do them. Yn isn't mad at you, i'm not mad just disapointed ok? You can come around some time in a few days alright?" Fez explained.

"No!" Ashtray exclaimed.

"ash-"

"NO, she doesn't need to be around y/n/n. She could have died, and she gave it to her! SO no don't come around later!" He yelled slamming the door making his way to his room before Fezco could say anything.

//End of flashback//

You groaned rolling around in your bed with a high fever that wasn't going to break anytime soon. To exhausted to go ask for help or help yourself.

Tears streamed down your left cheeck as you sat up on the edge of your bed. Not hearing your door slightly creack open.

"Yn, I just wanted to see how you were feeling?" Fez said before spotted you hunched over.

"Oh shit, hey... hey... hey... we gotta get you in the shower." He spoke while once again.

Ashtray stood around the corner watching as Fez carried you to the bathroom with Faye not far behind.

Both helping you break your fever with a cold bath. Hearing his sister struggle to keep her composure from behind the door.

After your older brother and mother figure Faye got you situated back in your bed with fresh new sheets. They made sure you were as comfortable as you could be in a time like this.

Making sure to take turns giving you a cold rag for your forhead.

"Y/n/n?" A small voice was heard from your younger brother. But you didn't respond, not because you didn't want to but because you were too tired.

Ashtray looked over to see your eyes closed and your body still. He carefuly climed onto your bed grabbing your arm and holding it.

"I love you..." He whispered closing his eyes and falling asleep holding his big sisters arms close to his heart.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 3 years

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can you do something like fez and reader get high at his place and fez ends up confessing his feelings for reader

of course i can🙈

fez!euphoria x female!reader

warnings: none / fluff

me and fez have been inseparable for as long as i can remember, we basically grew up together, i’ve never been more close to a person ever, i’ve always had issues trusting people but fez was the first person who i’ve opened up to about my personal life, he’s so easy to trust and i’m glad he knows he can trust me too. we’ve seen each other at our worsts and have always been there for each other, he’s my best friend.

but secretly i’ve always wanted more than that, i wanna be more than just his “best friend” i wanna wake up to next him every day, spend every second of my day with him. but of course i’ve never actually told him that, i’m way to shy to confess my feelings for him and plus if i do confess and he doesn’t feel the same way i’d never forgive my self for making things awkward between us, i don’t wanna throw our years of friendship down the drain over something silly like this.

over the years i think my feelings for fez have been getting worse. every night i go to sleep i hope these feelings for him go away somehow so i can just be normal around him again and not get butterflies every time i see him or blush whenever i catch him staring at me, but it seems like everyday i’m just ten times more in love with him. i’m usually really good at reading people as in there body language or there actions, facial expressions all that yea, but with fez it’s different. i cant read him like i can read everyone else, he’s more on the mysterious side. sometimes i wish i could just read his mind, that would make things much easier, if i knew he liked me it probably wouldn’t be so hard for me to tell him how i feel..right?

——————————time skip——————————

leaning on the familiar couch slowly blowing the smoke out of my mouth before passing the blunt back to my friend. “we hang out so much i’m surprised your not tired of me yet” i say chuckling quietly, looking over that the attractive ginger next to me. “believe me, i will never be tired of you” “i like the company” he replies passing the blunt back to me. slightly blushing at his sweet words before taking another hit. “yo.. uh y/n i wanna tell you something” “ yea sure you can tell me anything” i smile passing the blunt back to him. he freezes for a moment as if he had forgot what he was about to say “i’ve been in love with you since we were kids” he mutters scratching the back of his head. i pause for a moment in shock not prepared to hear what he just said, multiple thoughts and emotions filling my head , just in utter shock. he’s liked me this whole time? i ask myself in my head now smiling at him still lost for words.

him seeing my new expression now calming down a bit, “ i couldn’t go another day without telling you” he mutters quietly. “ i love you too fez..” i reply smiling watching as his face light up, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, his soft smile making my heart flutter. before i can say anything else he pulls me closer towards him placing a loving kiss on my lips. one hand resting on my waist his other free hand place on my neck gently pulling me closer holding me in place as if he doesn’t ever wanna stop. my hands placed behind his neck softly scratching his head both of our lips moving slowly in sync. the kiss is passionate and sweet, just like him. this is all i’ve ever wanted, to be in his arms just to be loved by him. both of us pulling away catching out breaths still trying to comprehend what’s happening.

he rests his head against my forehead finally speaking up, “do you know how long i’ve wanted to do that?” he asks smiling his hand softly stroking my waist sending shivers down my spine. i smile genuinely at his words feeling my cheeks heat up even more. “ i got lip gloss all over your lips “ i chuckle softly swiping my thumb across his bottom lip. he laughs quietly running his hand through my hair, admiring every part of this intimate moment, admiring me.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 3 years

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debt that’s owed : Fezco

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, Fear, Drugs, mentions of sex traffick, Laurie’s crazy ass, etc.

Author Note: Always wondered what Laurie would’ve done given that Rue got away, so I wrote a piece after the finale.

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itsanewyearplayboy · 3 years

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↳ ONE LAST THING | MASTERLIST

Request: "Hi! Would you write something where fezco takes care of the reader after she drinks too much at a party?” - Anon

“Since you’ve been talking about love confessions and stuff… Maybe one where reader is drunk and accidentally tells fez she loves him?” - Anon

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fem!Reader, reader is drunk

A/N: Just a little something soft after the finale 😭

Knock. Knock. Thump.

When Fezco finally notices the little noises, he can’t help but listen intently, intrigued. He’s pretty sure it’s coming from the front door, but he isn't sure what exactly the sound is. Too heavy for it to be the raccoons again, but far too light for it to be someone seriously trying to get in the house. The numbers on his home screen say it’s too damn late for him to be dealing with this, but he sits up in bed anyway. And just as quickly as he starts thinking about who it could be on his doorstep, his attention is drawn back to his phone.

The screen is bright and he can barely see the letters, but… He’s pretty sure you’re calling. Surprised, he’s quick to pick up.

“Fezco! Hellooo!” You gasp softly, almost as if you’re amazed that he answered. It was late, after all, and you really did think he’d be asleep. A little laugh escapes you, and he’s immediately… Suspicious. You’re bubbly, but you sound tired, somehow. Your words are slurred a little and you never call him by his whole name like that.

“Y/N?” He asks, his voice sleepy. He wonders what’s up with you, but it doesn’t take long for him to realize. “You drunk?”

You burst into a fit of giggles, and he’s got his answer. You laugh until you lose your breath, coughing lightly, lightheaded. For a moment, he thinks your laughter sounds a little too close, but the thought goes away as he shifts. Laying in his small bed, waiting for you to speak. You don't usually drink much, let alone get totally drunk, so he can’t help but be a little amused by you. In all the years of friendship, he can still count on one hand the number of times he’s seen you like this, and it never fails to surprise him.

“Can you come open the door, please?”

However confused, he obeys your command, swinging his legs onto the floor. His sock-covered feet pad through the living room, and the next thing you hear is the sound of the deadbolt unlocking. The door squeaks open, and the crickets pause their singing as Fez flicks the porch light on, examining the scene in front of him.

To say you’re drunk is probably an understatement. By the looks of you, he’d say you’re plastered. You’re sitting on the steps and the wind carries the scent of tequila toward him. Your hair is a little tangled and your dress is messed up, and your shoes are half undone like you’d tried to get them off, but couldn’t get the clasp.

“You came to rescue me!” You exclaim, laughing again when you see his frame in the doorway. You clumsily try to stand, nearly falling, but there’s a wide smile spread across your lips.

Mumbling a small ‘mhm,’ he shakes his head, trying not to laugh at how utterly excited you are to see him. He kneels beside you, gesturing for you to lift your foot onto his thigh. You’re agreeable, laughing softly as he undoes the clasp of your heel, gently pulling it off. He puts it beside him, and you can’t help but stare at him as he does the same to the other one before he stands. He extends his arm out to you, your shoes dangling from his fingertips. You grab his wrist anyway, letting him steadily pull you up from the cold concrete.

“Quiet.” He says, glancing over at Ash’s bedroom door. You nod, trying to walk quietly as he leads you down the hall. You try, you really do, but he realizes it’s sort of in vain when he hears a soft thud from beside him. You’d misstepped, hitting your hand against the wall, whispering out a rather loud ‘sorry’ as you enter his bedroom. He shuts the door, dropping your hand to go turn the lamp on.

You can’t help but wander around his room for a moment, and he’s almost scared to take his eyes off you for too long. He sits your shoes on the dresser, and it seems like, luckily, you get the hint to stay in one place. Skimming through the drawers, he pulls out one of his old tees and a pair of boxers. You’d never left any of your clothes here, but you smell like liquor and a perfume he didn’t recognize as yours. Plus, he didn’t think you’d want to sleep in a party dress, so these would have to do.

“Here, I’m gonna, uh…” Fez says, handing you the clothes. He makes a turning gesture with his hand before he turns his back to you. He’d like to give you more privacy than this to change but honestly, he isn’t sure you won’t fall over again.

You lay the clothes on the bed, wondering where to start on taking off your dress. After a moment, you make an attempt to simply pull the straps down, hoping you could just slide it down. Maneuvering a zipper probably wasn’t going to be easy at the moment, you thought, but it only takes a minute before you realize… Unfortunately, your plan isn’t actually as genius as you expected it to be. The fabric is too tight on your shoulders, and you’re afraid it’ll rip.

“Um, Fez?” You squeak out, defeated. He doesn’t turn around, simply humming a quiet, questioning ‘yeah?’ in response. “I need help, please. Zipper.”

Carefully, he turns to look at you. Now, you’ve got your back turned to him, half-trying to point to the metal on the back of the dress. He nods, fingers barely small enough to grasp the little zipper. He pulls it down your spine and takes a step back, going to turn again, but you sigh.

“Can you push the straps down, please? To my arms?” You sound sort of embarrassed to have to ask for help again, but he doesn’t mind.

“You ain’t gotta say please every time, Y/N.” He laughs, doing as you’d asked. They fall to your biceps as you hold the chest of the dress, and he grabs his phone, turning again. He scrolls for a moment, but grows bored quickly. “I’m just here to help.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.” You reply, pulling the cloth from your arms. From there, it’s easy to get the dress off, and you quickly let it fall to your feet before beginning to take your bra off. It takes a moment, but you’re successful, and it joins the black pool of fabric beneath you. You tug his shirt on easily, smiling at how the hem goes to your thighs. The boxers are next, and you try to fold the dress and put it on the dresser, but it’s a little messy.

“Do you want me to help with the uh, the makeup?” He asks, gesturing wiping at his face, even though you can’t see him. You tap him on the shoulder to signal that you’re done, nodding. “Aight, stay here real quick.”

“I think I left wipes here, in the drawer.” You say, sitting down on the bed. He exits the room, leaving the door open behind him. Bored, you sit down on the bed, trying to keep your balance as you cross your legs. You’re a little hungry, and very tired, but decide to just wait for Fez. He comes back soon enough, a little blue container of makeup wipes between his hands.

He sits down next to you on the mattress, quickly skimming the instructions on the side of the package. He’d never done this before himself, but it couldn’t be that hard, right? He watched you do it all the time.

He tugs the top open, pulling a little wipe out. He wraps it around his finger and you close your eyes, letting him work. He’s gentle, more gentle than you imagined he’d be, and takes his time, swiping it across your skin until no color comes off anymore. Taking the pigment off your eyes was a little harder, but with time, and lots of fear of hurting you, he’s able to remove the vibrant colors… Even through your occasional giggles and whispers of how it tickles.

“Think I’m done.” He says, tossing the cloth into the trash bin beside him. When you open your eyes, you look up at him with big doe eyes. He has to look away or he thinks he might melt, standing from the bed and asking if you want some water instead. You shake your head, reaching to his nightstand for a ponytail holder.

“Just wanna sleep.” You sigh, pulling your hair into a bun. It’s messy, and you’re sure it won’t hold overnight, but you don’t really think you have the energy to care about redoing it. He nods, pulling the comforter back, grabbing one of his pillows and heading to the door. You roll your eyes, and he shoots you a questioning look.

“We’ve slept in the same bed before.” You laugh, scooting to the far side of the mattress. “Not like mommy and daddy are gonna catch us fraternizing or something.”

“You sure?” He asks, and you nod. “You’re just, y’know… Just wanted’a be respectful.”

“Very much appreciated, but I’m okay, I promise.” You giggle. With that, he laughs softly, putting the pillow back down beside you. He turns the lamp out before laying down beside you. The bed is small and your bodies press against each other, but neither of you mind too much. You’d practically done this a million times. Not with either of you drunk, but still.

A moment passes after the two of you adjust, and you can’t help but look up at him.The room is dark, illuminated only by the soft moonlight pouring through the window across from you. It’s just enough for you to make out his features. His long eyelashes, the little bump on his nose, the freckles that pepper his cheeks. He’s so beautiful, even if he doesn’t think so himself.

“Hey, Fez?” You ask, curling into him. There’s a lazy, tired smile across your lips, and you don’t think about your next words before you say them. “I love you.”

“Love you too, pretty girl. Get some sleep.”

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Only love can hurt like this [platonic ash! X reader]

Warnings: season 2 episode 8 spoiler. I'm sorry for what you are about to read

Mentions of fez x reader

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Ever since I was a child I knew- I knew death was the end of life and part of someone's life. I was lucky enough to never experience the sad feeling of grief. I hoped I never did. I knew you way before I knew fez. I remember being a small girl wanting to earn money for some candy when a beautiful blond lady I knew from the newborn offered me a babysitting job. I was suddenly faced with the cutest little baby. You were so easy to deal with. I would just watch cartoons and feed you. You cried only a bit but when I cuddled you you were fast asleep. I experienced love from you first hand. And then fez came along as a present from God. Even if I was young , the motherly feelings came swarming in. I was mad for a long time at your grandmother for felling ill. I saw how faz struggled and I wanted nothing more than help. And that's what I did. And then one summer you suddenly grew up. There was no need for babysitting but my heart felt empty. So I stayed. You went hard, cold in order to just deal with the business. But never to me. You stopped saying the lovely things you used to but I always knew you loved me. I remember when you first found out I started dating fez you were so mad. You didn't speak to me for day. You feared he had stolen me away. Of course he didn't. You were my child even if you weren't. I loved you first and there was nothing that could , that can stop me. That night you were so persistent for me to go to the play. You knew damn well how stresses collage had me. So thoughtful always. I remember you telling me I'm beautiful. And all I could do was hug you and kiss you on the head telling you for the hundredth time I cooked your favourite. You just sat and watched us get ready.

If I had knew it would be my last time I would have hold you a bit longer. I was there to protect you since I was a child and I failed as an adult. Isn't it ironic. O watched you lock yourself to that bathroom and I screamed at you to quite being like this. When they shot you o felt paralyzed. Not even the policemen were able to hold me from taking your little body in my hands. You looked me in the eyes and told me "I win". You smiled. And all I wanted to do was scream but my throat was dry. As my tears wetted your face I said. "You won a game you weren't supposed to play". I stayed there repeating I'm sorry I'm sorry. And I am. I am so sorry I couldn't protect you. It was an honor to take care of you to love you and to be loved by you. One night you called me mom and that was and is and will be the best night of my life. You're all I ever knew.You can finally rest bub. I will make this right.

I love you always will always have.

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