#fezco's house

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Fezco’s House Part 3 — Matilda

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x female!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, Fezzy, we did good.”

Taglist: @kittygreen16

[euphoriashots]

The O’Neills house

[marvelsage]

Masterlist

Avatar:

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

[truefaithmp3]

it’s enough to make a girl blush by myztify

Cassie disentangles herself and turns to reach her hand out to someone. The boyfriend appears behind her and takes Cassie’s proffered hand before stepping forward. Their eyes meet and a lump suddenly forms in Lexi’s throat.

He’s fucking hot. Like, insanely attractive. Not at all like the guys Lexi has dated in the past but she can’t stop looking at him. The shaved head, the freckles, the soft, cornflower blue eyes. She likes the shape of his mouth and she wants to run her fingers through his beard to see if the hair is rough or smooth.

This is a fucking problem.

or: during a week-long trip to the lake, lexi meets her sister’s new boyfriend

[imh1ll]

MASTERLIST

[muserepeats]

Listen, I know it's a long shot but there's only one person that can unite the U.S. House of Representatives right now...

... and it's Congresszco.

Fezco O'Neill for Speaker of the House. Why not?

[lavender-blush]

It's time again for the hoes (affectionately) to flock around Fezwilliam 💪✨️

[veryberrydreamer]

little freak, matilda, & late night talking are fexi's songs and i stand by that!

[likedovesinthewindd]

I have a request

So Ash is alive but Fez is in jail

So like Fez and the Reader have been dating for awhile like they're high school sweethearts (even tho he's a drop out) and before he got arrested she got pregnant.

Could you write how that looks. Like phone calls, and letters, and visits, but also write when he gets out and he gets to finally see his kid

hi love! ty for requesting🩷 idk if you wanted a little blurb but you got this big ass fic lmao, sorry i got carried away! also in this custer was never killed at Fez's house so he only got charged with drug possession and given like one or two years because he's a first time offender (i think?) ik it's all over the place but i hope you like it;)

fezco x pregnant!reader

warning: mentions of drugs/drug abuse, murder, jail, pregnancy, throwing up, giving birth, infant care, Fez's dad is mentioned once, religious imagery/mentions of praying, lots of crying.

wc: ± 4530

a/n: this is so similar to my other fez fic but also not at all lol. I tried changing it up as much as possible but there are def a lot of similarities I'm sorry. not proofread!

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

You and Fez met back when he was still in school, just before he had dropped out. He sat next to you in History and the two of you would only talk briefly, often just about things like what the date was or when the next period would be. He would occasionally crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment that would always catch you off guard.

He was a normally stoic and calm person; he didn't talk much and kept to himself most of the time. This made you appreciate the rare jokes and little bursts of personality even more. You quickly found yourself talking more and more with him, and he'd start greeting you when you passed each other in the hallways. You had considered him somewhat of a friend after a while. Maybe not the closest, but you valued the little time you two would spend together.

Then he started showing up to class less and less, and rumors had begun spreading around. A few weeks before he dropped out, he had asked you if he could copy your notes that he had missed while absent, and you agreed. He told you to drop them off at the convenience store his grandmother owned, because that's where he spent most of his afternoons.

You did this every time he didn't show up to class; you'd write him all the notes neatly and bring them to him at the store, and in return he'd let you take whatever you want from the shelves free of charge. You always took the same thing (a can of Sprite, a packet of Sun Chips and a pack of cherry flavored twizzlers), and after a while he had started keeping the three items at the counter, ready for you to grab when you came around. One day he asked you if you'd like to stay a while before heading home, and you spent your afternoons sitting on the roof of the convenience store eating your treats and talking about whatever came to mind.

You never asked him why he wasn't at school, or even asked yourself why you'd go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it was because you've always been way too nice for your own good, or maybe because you had a little crush on him. One day when you were on your way to give him the day's notes, he'd told you he was dropping out. When you asked why, he only replied with, "Have to take care of my grandma."

You didn't stop visiting him after he left school, and would go to the store every other afternoon, quietly doing your homework by the counter while he restocked the shelves. He never explicitly told you, but he enjoyed having you around. You never asked too many questions and you were always nice to him. He would say maybe too nice to count as just being friendly.

As time passed the two of you grew closer and closer. You had met his brother Ash and occasionally helped him with his grandmother, who you had only met briefly before she became ill, when you were making your rounds to drop of his notes.

A few months later he had asked you out, and you said yes. You haven't looked back since.

That was years ago, and this was now. Now, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet in the dead of night with a pregnancy test clasped tightly in your right hand, while the other covered your mouth in shock. The two red lines stared back at you tauntingly as you felt your head spin with anxiety.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Fez's baby and you had no idea how you were going to tell him. You finished up, washing your hands and face and made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared. You hid the test in the drawer you kept your underwear in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to return home.

He arrived eventually, but you couldn't find the strength in you to tell him. You knew you had to eventually, you couldn't possibly keep this a secret for too long, but you were terrified. You had no idea what his reaction would be, and you feared the worst.

The night you finally did get the courage to tell him, was the same night he decided to almost kill Nate at a New Year's Eve Party. Your plan had been derailed once again and that night you found yourself sitting in the bathroom while you silently cleaned the cuts on his hands. You knew you couldn't tell him then, he was still on edge and filled with adrenaline from everything that had transpired. He was definitely not in the correct headspace for a revelation like that.

Everything after that night was an absolutely downward spiral.

With Faye moving in, Mouse getting killed in your house and ultimately Fez getting arrested after Custer had ratted him out, you found yourself at your wits end. He had been arrested and taken away right before your eyes, and you felt completely helpless as you watched him get dragged out of the now ruined house, with a distraught Ash clinging to you like a lifeline.

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Fez was only given three years for drug possession with the intent to sell, considering he was a first-time offender. Three years may not have been much considering it could have been a much heavier sentence, but your stomach still churned at the thought that he would be away for that long. What about Ash and Marie? What about the store?

What about the baby?

You couldn't do this. It felt like the world was suddenly dropped on your shoulders as you watched the officers drag Fez out the court, and away from you.

You shot up from the uncomfy wooden bench and made your way to the closest bathroom, where you threw up the little food you managed to keep down this morning. When you finished you flushed the toilet and made your way to the sink to clean up. As you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror, everything struck you at once like cold water being thrown in your face.

You were going to be alone. Alone and pregnant, having to look after Ash (who God willing, they don't take away from you) and his grandmother. You hadn't even realized you were crying until your reflection became blurry and your breathing erratic.

You went back home that evening, with a dreadful feeling deep in the pit of your stomach for what the future holds.

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Fez had finally been approved for calls, and after not hearing anything from him in weeks you were ecstatic to finally hear his voice.

You had received a call from the jail where he was, following all the necessary steps and pressing all the necessary buttons before you got to talk with him. When you heard his voice say your name you had to stop yourself from breaking down right beside the telephone. It hadn't even been a month and you already missed him more than words could describe.

He said your name again in a questioning tone and you realized that you hadn't said anything in return.

"Fez?" was all you could force from wobbly lips as your grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah baby, it's me," he said quietly. "I miss you," you said trying your hardest not to sob. Gosh, you couldn't even think about asking him how he was doing, you just wanted him to know how much you needed him right now.

"I miss you too baby, so fucking much," he replied, "how are things going that side?" You inhaled sharply before answering. "I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I'm still trying to figure everything out right now. But okay I guess."

He hummed. "What about Ashtray, he around? Can I talk to him?" he asked. "Of course," you said before calling out to Ash, who was over the moon when he finally got to speak to his brother after so long. You saw him smile for the first time in months, and you were overjoyed at the sight.

When they were finished catching up he handed you the phone. "You still there?" you asked. "Yeah baby, but I only got like a minute left. Listen I'll call you back as soon as I can again okay?" he said. "Okay, goodnight. I love you so muh, Fez," you rushed out. "I love you too baby, so mu—"

He was cut off by the ending call and you placed the receiver of the telephone back on the wall.

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You didn't know how to tell Fez you were pregnant over the phone, so you settled with writing him a letter. You told him how you were pregnant, and that you were planning on keeping the baby. A part of you already knew you were keeping the baby the moment you stared at the test in your hand. The thought of being pregnant now absolutely terrified you, but recently you had found yourself fantasizing about what the little one would look like.

Would it be a little girl or a boy? Would she have your nose, or your eyes? What would her soft hair feel like under your fingertips? What would her first word be?

You hadn't even realized you were already referring to the baby as "she". That was what made you realize you were already deadset on keeping the baby, whether Fez wanted to be apart of that or not, even though it pained you to think that way.

You nervously sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for the best. Fez had called you the same day he received the letter.

"Hi Fez," you answered nervously.

"You bein' serious Y/N?" You knew exactly what he was referring to, so you took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, I'm being serious," you said quietly. You could hear him sigh and curse under his breath before he spoke up louder. "How long you known?"

"From before the raid. But, before you say anything, I did want to tell you on New Years, but that shit with Nate happened and everything after that was a total shitshow," you breathed, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"Shit, it's alright ma I ain't mad, jus' a bit shocked," was all he said. There was a short silence between the two of you before he spoke up again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked softly. "Yeah..." you said, waiting for anything to indicate how he felt about this. "I'm so sorry I can't be there wit' you for this," he said. That broke your heart. He wanted to there, wanted to be a father and the thought made your heart fill with joy.

"It's okay, we can't help the circumstances," you said. "Listen, I promise you imma be here wit you every step of the way, okay? Maybe not physically, but I want you to keep me updated on everthing alright?" he said. "Okay, I promise I will," you breathed, a smile stretching across your face. "Imma do right by you, baby, I promise. You ain't doin' this on your own."

You were sure your heart was going to explode. You were going to have a baby with Fez. The circumstances were the farthest from ideal, but you were hopeful that you were going to be able to do this. You were going to do this. For yourself, for Fez and Ash and for your baby.

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The pregnancy was anything but easy, and it was even harder without Fez by your side. It helped that he showed his support in any way he could, like always calling and sending letters, checking up on you to stay updated with the condition of your baby. You were roughly at 3 or 4 months and by now the little bump was already visible.

Telling Ash was one of the things you were the most nervous about. You didn't know how he'd feel about a baby being bought into your living situation. You had sat him down and got straight to the point. When the words first left your mouth, his face twisted into an unreadable expression. He seemed to be mulling it over silently, before a small smile stretched across your face and he replied shyly with, "So I'm gonna like, be an uncle?"

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The letters you frequently wrote Fez were on of the only things he looked forward to. He loved reading them, reading about how you were doing and everything that was happening with your body and with the baby growing inside you. It sometimes fet like he got to experience the pregnancy right there beside you, with the way he could clearly indicate your mood swings even in your writing.

The letter would quickly go from I saw an old couple sitting by the old park benches today and I broke down in tears to The guy at the drive-thru told me I couldn't order 'just pickels'. Imagine saying no to a starving pregnant lady!

When he received the letter with a small black and white attached to it, he nearly cried. The little ultrasound picture didn't look like much, you could barely make out the big white blob in the middle as a baby, an actual human being. He turned the picture around and saw that you had written our baby! in your messy handwriting, with a little heart at the end. That was all he needed to actually start crying.

That night he couldn't fall asleep at all. His mind was filled with a million thoughts that were consuming him. What if something happens to her or the baby while I'm in here? Will she be able to cope on her own? What's she gonna do once the baby is born?

What if I'm not a good father?

That's what was eating at him more than anything else. He didn't want to be like his own father, and his worst fear was eventually ending up like him, no matter how hard he tried not to. He didn't want his kid to hate him, he wanted to be the best dad he could be, because he already knew that you were going to be the absolutely best mother any child could ask for. He knew because he saw the way you cared for Ash, like he was your own little brother. He also knew that you had a big heart. When you loved, you loved with everything in you, so he didn't have an inkling of doubt about you being a good mother.

That was the night he had promised himself that he would be the best father that he could be for your child and that he'd give them the love and support he never received from his dad.

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By now you had finally been approved for your first visit, and you were over the moon. The first time you visited you went alone, and when Fez saw you walking into the cold room, a slight waddle to your step and a cute little bump sticking out from your pretty pink sundress and cardigan, he swears he had fell in love with you all over again. You looked so beautiful, he thought, maybe more beautiful than you've ever been.

Maybe it was the pregnancy glow people would always refer to, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen you in months, but he couldn't get the dopey smile off his face as you made your way to the table where he sat.

You were permitted to a brief embrace and kiss at the beginning and end of each visit, and when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time in months, and got to inhale the smell of your almost unfamiliar perfume, he didn't ever want to let you go ever again. His grip on you tightened a little bit and you had to will away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you felt his warmth consume your body. It felt like home being back in his strong arms.

"You're gonna squish the baby," you said playfully, placing a kiss on his shirt over his heart. You honestly didn't mind at all; you'd let him hold you like this forever if you could. You eventually broke away when you saw the guard giving you a unhappy look from the corner of your eye. You sat down on the cold metal bench and he found his seat accross from you.

You so badly wanted to hold his hand while you talked to him. You wanted to sit next to him and feel the warmth of his body radiating off him and bury your face into his neck and hold onto him for dear life, but you couldn't.

"Y'know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" he asked. You absent-mindedly tapped your manicured nails against the metal table that separated you two, until the guard had given you a stern look from behind Fez, by now irritated by the repetitive sound. You retracted your hands, placing them in your lap and shaking your head. "No, I'm finding out at the next appointment," you smiled, "do you still have the photos I sent you?"

You were referring to the ultrasound photos as you had sent him in letters from all your appointments. "Of course I do," he smiled, "keep 'em in my cell, under my pillow." You smiled, looking down at your belly and softly running your hand over it.

"I think it's gonna be a girl," you said softly, as if it was some secret only the two of you had the right to know. "Nah, it's a boy," he replied and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made him laugh. "Of course you think it's a boy," you joked. He shrugged "I'm still gonna love 'em whether they a boy or a girl," he said, before adding, "but it's gonna be a boy."

You rolled your eyes at him once again, this time more dramatically, and rubbed at your belly. "I just know it's going to be a little girl," you said, and when you looked up from your belly your eyes met Fez's. They were filled with an immeasurable amount of admiration and love, and you couldn't help but shy away from the attention.

"If it's a girl, I hope she look like you."

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The last few weeks of your pregnancy you had asked your mother to stay with you until it was time to go and give birth. By now your belly was fully formed and perfectly rounded, and you were waddling around the house like a lost penguin. Everything was hurting, from your feet to your back and pregnancy brain was truly kicking your ass. As much as you loved the beauty of pregnancy, you couldn't wait to finally get this over with.

You were on the phone with Fez when you had first felt it, the liquid running down your legs followed by a slight cramp in your abdomen. At first you were scared that you had peed yourself (your bladder had been your number one enemy recently) but it didn't take long to realize what was happening.

Without even sparing Fez another word you hung up and called for your mother. This was it, you were finally going meet your baby.

Ash was shitting bricks as he paced around the house while you and your mother gathered everything to head to the hospital. Soon enough you found yourself in the hospital, with your arms leaning on the bed trying to control your breathing. The pain felt like nothing you've ever felt before, and at some point you thought you were going to pass out.

A little while later and you had started to dilate. After what felt like a lifetime of mindless pushing and incoherent shouts, the screaming of your baby girl filled your ears. You looked next to you, to your mother who was still holding onto your hand tightly while her other hand pushed the hair out of your sweaty face. You were beyond grateful to have her with you, but your heart yearned to have Fez with you for this moment. When you got to hold your baby in your arms you cried like a crazy person. She was so beautiful, and your heart was already filled with abundant love for her.

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You've had baby Eden at home for almost two weeks, when you finally got a call from Fez.

"How'd it go baby? Is she healthy? Are you okay?" he had asked as soon as he heard your voice greeting him. You pressed the phone tighter between your ear and your shoulder. "She's as healthy as can be, and she's beautiful, Fez," you said happily, as you rocked the baby in your arms to sleep. "You gonna send me a picture of her?" he asked.

"I already have a few taken, I just have to get them printed then I'll send them to you," you smiled, "she's so beautiful, Fez." You knew it was a little biased, but she truly was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen. Her pretty long eyelashes that rested on her chubby cheeks and the pretty pink lips that would sometimes streatch into a toothless smile, or her cute button nose that would scrunch up when she yawned or sneezed. Everything about her was so absolutely perfect.

"I can't wait to see yall ma," he whispered. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. "Me neither," you replied with a sad smile.

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He had no doubt when you told him that Eden was a beautiful baby, but when Fez got to see a picture of her for the first time, all the air was knocked out his lungs.

That was his baby. His baby girl, wrapped tightly in a fluffy pink blanket and a little cap to match. He couldn't stop looking at the picture, his thoughts going at a hundred miles per hour. Fez hadn't seen a lot of babies in his life, but he was one thousand percent certain that Eden was the most beautiful baby he'd ever layed his cynical eyes on.

He couldn't remember the last time he prayed, but that night Fez found himself closing his eyes and praying. He prayed that you and your baby were kept safe, he prayed that his baby girl would stay healthy and happy, and he prayed for the patience to diligently serve his sentence, counting down the days till he got to hold you both.

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You sat in shock as you read the contents of the letter over and over and over.

Fez was going to be released from jail earlier for good behavior. He was coming home, to you, to Ash and his friends and to his baby. He was going to meet his daughter.

Ever since giving birth you hadn't brought Eden along with you when visiting Fez. She was still very young, and you didn't want her driving the long distances back and forth. This unfortunately meant that Fez hadn't got to meet his daughter yet. That was changing soon though.

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You were pacing back and forth in the house, waiting for Fez to come knocking at your door. Today was the day Fez was coming home, back to his family, back to you.

He had to go through several release preparations, then pre-release custody and then supervision. After he complete those steps he had a full release from the BOP system, and they arranged transportation for him to come back home.

He had asked you to not tell anyone about him coming home, he didn't want people bothering him and wanted to spend his first night in just the company of the people he loved the most. You had kept to your word and not told a soul, not even Ash, who you knew would soon be jumping out of his skin when he gets to see his brother.

You had Eden in your arms, gently rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She was a little cranky because she didn't get her afternoon nap in, and when she finally dozed off, you went to go place her in the small crib next to your bed.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, before checking that everything was good. The food was cooked, the house cleaned and the bed covered in clean sheets.

The hard knock on the door almost made you drop the pie you had taken out of the oven. It was custard pie, his favorite. You removed your oven mits and sprinted to the door.

When you opened it, there stood Fez with a small smile on his face. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. He was here. He was back home with you finally and you got to hold him for as long as your heart desired.

By now you were sobbing into his neck, beyond relieved and happy to finally have him home. When you broke away he looked down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Hi," he breathed. "Hi," you replied through a half sob half laugh. "You're home." "I'm home."

Ash had cried when he saw his brother standing in the living room awkwardly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, almost as if he was scared of losing him once again. Once everyone had settled down somewhat, you decided to ask Fez the big question.

"Do you wanna see her?"

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The room was dead silent as you pushed open the door and made your way inside, Fez following soon after. You could see the anxiety written on his face, evident in the slight tremble of his hands. This was a very big deal to him. He was going to meet his daughter for the very first time.

You made your way over to the crib, standing next to it and urging him to do the same. He warily moved closer to the crib, looked over the edge and down to where the little girl layed peacefully assleep. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest as she breath rhythmically, and the way her two small fists layed clenched tightly next to her body. If he listened closely enough he could hear her breathing, and the soft cooing sounds in between.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" you asked quietly, and he only nodded, not once lifting his gaze. "Would you like to hold her?" This made him look up at you. A part of him wanted to say no. He didn't want to hold something as precious as her in his hands. Hands that have done shameful and awful things, much too tainted to handle something as fragile and irreplaceable as her.

"It's okay, Fez," you said, sensing his hesitation, before reaching into the crib to pick her up gently. When she was secured in your grasp, you turned your body to him and he hesitantly reached out to take her from you.

Once she was in his arms the small tears began to fall from his eyes. You rubbed his back comfortingly as you watched him closely.

Nothing that Fez had ever achieved in his life measured even closely to this moment. No amount of money or fortune would make him trade this. This was it. This was him, being home and being able to be with you, with his family.

His grandmother had taught him the importance of family and looking out for each other. She taught him that the family he'd have would be the people he was willing to die for, and as he stood in the quiet room, his daughter in his arms and you by his side, he knew that he had found his family.

He looked over to you, and when his eyes met yours he saw the contented look on your face, behind all the happy tears.

"She looks like you," he smiled.

[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.

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Fezco's House Part 2 — Satellite

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Fezco x Reader, a teeny hint of Fezco x Lexi

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Brief mention of attempted SA,

Summary: Even though Fez was the one to break things off, he can't stay away.

A/N: Part 2 is finally here!!! Sorry, it took forever but in better news, Part 3 (an epilogue) is already done so that will be up next week. Shoot me a message to be added to the taglist! This is based on Satellite, my personal fave Harry's House song.

Masterlist

Things with Lexi were good. She was sweet, funny, and awkward in the most adorable way, but the fluttering in his stomach never blossomed into anything more. She drank Diet Pepsi and leaned against the counter, and he couldn’t stop comparing her to Y/N. He missed the way she had draped herself over every aspect of his life; the store, the back room, the couch, his bed, his mind… the only thing she hadn’t managed to infiltrate was his pants, though it had taken a lot of self-control on his part to stop that from happening.

When things went down with the cops and he missed her play, his world was turned upside-down and his budding relationship with Lexi fizzled out. Ash was rushed to the hospital, and when Fez tried to follow the paramedics out the door, it took two officers to hold him back. 

“That’s my brother!” He yelled through the knot in his throat, thrashing to try and escape their grip. When he realized he was stuck, he deflated and whispered, “That’s my fucking brother.” 

When they got to the police station, he was so desperate he would do anything to get to the hospital and see Ash. He almost confessed to everything, but thankfully, they had left him in a holding cell for nearly six hours before letting him make his phone call, which gave him enough time to work through his anger and frustration and develop a more rational plan. As soon as the cuffs were off, he took a swing at the wall. The crack of his knuckles against the brick was satisfying, and for a minute, the pain drowned out all of his other emotions, but when the pain faded away, they came flooding back with a vengeance. He collapsed on the metal bench attached to the back wall and dropped his head into his hands.

“Fuck!” he screamed, trying to release all the tension that had been building up since the police busted his door. Everything was falling apart. Trusting Custer had been a mistake, and it had ruined the business his grandmother had built. His family legacy. He had failed to protect Ash and Faye, and he was so fucking stupid because he let things with Lexi go further than a few minutes of flirting at a party. He hadn’t wanted Y/N involved, why was Lexi any different? (Because you don’t love Lexi, his subconscious supplied helpfully). For the first time in fifteen years, sobs wracked his body. When he stood up twenty minutes later, the concrete floor was stained with blood and tears. He paced up and down the cell, pushing through the guilt and his fears for Ash, and came up with both a short-term plan to make it out of the station as quickly as possible and a long-term plan to get out of dealing for good. By the time the guards brought him his phone, the bleeding had stopped and he had calmed down enough to be able to talk without his voice shaking. 

He called Laurie and traded her three of his top clients so that she’d use her resources to get him off clean, and within the hour he was released from the cell. 

“Defending a domestic violence victim, my ass,” the officer had said with a frustrated grunt as he opened the cell doors. Faye was waiting for him in the lobby of the station with her knees pulled up to her chest and tear-stained cheeks. 

“What should I do now?” She asked him. 

“I don’t fucking know, Faye,” he snapped. Her startled look and wide, innocent eyes softened him, and he rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry, I just can’t think straight right now. Just… I’ll have an officer drive you home, ‘kay? Stay there ‘til I tell you it’s safe. I gotta go see Ash.” Her head perked up at that, but a furious glare from Fez was enough to stop that request in its tracks. 

When he burst through the emergency room doors half an hour later, the nurses tried to patch up his bloody knuckles, but he waved them off. His hands had been in worse shape before, and he was more concerned about his brother.

“He’s stable,” the doctor said as he led Fez up to the ICU. “For now, at least.”

He spent four days at Ash’s bedside, refusing to answer his phone unless it was business-related. Late on the fourth night, Ash’s eyes fluttered open, and Fez was so relieved he climbed into the hospital bed and held his brother like he used to when they were kids. 

After three weeks in the pediatric ward, Ash was released on strict bed rest. Faye took his recovery seriously, driving him to his physical therapy appointments and following the doctor’s outpatient care instructions to a T. Fez knew she felt bad about Custer betraying them, and even though he had forgiven her, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to feel useful.

Even though Custer was dead and Ash was predicted to make a full recovery, the pressure in Fez’s chest remained. Logically, he knew that the worst was behind them and he had plans to ensure that the future would be brighter, but he still felt a strange sense of dread, like the universe wasn’t entirely done fucking with him.

As winter melted into spring, he got a copy of the Girl's Lacrosse schedule from Jules and snuck into the back row of every game. Although he couldn’t keep an eye on Y/N 24/7 without it seeming suspicious, it was pretty easy to blend in with the crowd. Seeing her every week was enough to keep his anxiety in check. If she was out on the lacrosse field, that meant she was safe and healthy.

The first time he saw her in her lacrosse uniform, his heart nearly stopped. Her black shorts had gold trim that stopped just an inch above her knees, and she had a white, long-sleeved t-shirt on under the matching tank top. Black and gold ribbons were braided into her hair and tied in little bows at the ends, and there were two black rectangles painted under her eyes on her otherwise makeup-free face. She looked so athletic, and even though he knew nothing about lacrosse, he knew from the way the crowd cheered as she darted back and forth across the field that she was good. 

So he watched from afar, telling himself that it was for her protection and not because he physically could not stay away. He hovered in her orbit, out of sight but never out of reach, and life went on. 

Until prom night.

Fez closed the store early. He’d made enough by 3 pm to pay the rent on his apartment for a full year and was eager to go home, check on Ash, and smoke a blunt with Faye. When the dance was over, Jules and Rue showed up, giggly from the booze they had snuck in (and, in Rue’s case, whatever pills she had taken), and joined the smoke sesh. 

During the third episode of Meerkat Manor, Jules’ phone rang.

“Hey, Y/N!” She answered, her tone bright and happy. When she spoke again just a few seconds later, her voice dropped an octave. “Wait, what? Hold on, slow down, where are you?” Rue sat up and stared at Jules with wide eyes. “Stay there, okay babe? We’re coming to get you.” Jules turned to look at Fez to confirm that he could drive, but he wasn’t on the couch anymore. She turned around, scanning the room until she found him by the front door with his shoes on and keys in his hands. “Stay on the phone with me, just so I know you’re safe, okay?” 

Rue climbed into the backseat and Jules sat up front, directing Fez to the rich neighborhood on the other side of town. Eventually, they found Y/N standing on the side of the road, barefoot and still in her prom dress. The tires squealed as Fez pulled over, and he was the first one out of the car. 

“Where the fuck is he? I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, pacing back and forth in front of the car as he turned his head from side to side looking for that goddamn football player. 

Jules was the first one to notice the blood dripping down Y/N’s leg, visible through a giant rip in her dress. 

“Did he…?” she asked as she approached her friend.  

“Tried to, but no,” Y/N answered, shaking her head. “When he started to… well, it doesn’t matter what he was doing. I managed to kick him a few times so he’d get off of me, but he tried to grab me when I started to run, and his nails did that when I shook him off.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Jules cooed, leaning in to wrap Y/N in a tight hug. Y/N melted into the embrace, letting the weight of what had just happened to her fully sink in. Fez stood by the car, squeezing the key fob in his hand until he could feel its indentation branded into his skin.

Rue dug around for something that could be used as a makeshift bandage and emerged triumphant with an old T-shirt. Once it was tied securely around Y/N’s thigh to stop the bleeding, Jules and Rue helped her get settled into the passenger’s seat before Fez drove slowly, carefully, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. The girls chatted as he drove to Rue’s house, but he couldn’t unclench his jaw for long enough to speak.

Once Jules and Rue were gone, an eerie silence settled over the car. 

“Guess drug dealers and gangbangers aren’t the only people who can hurt me,” Y/N said after a few minutes, turning to look at Fez with a wry smile.

“‘M sorry, I--” Fez started, but Y/N continued, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“You wanted me to be normal, so I tried it, and I almost got raped. So can we stop pretending that this is working for either of us and go back to being friends?” Fez’s eyes flicked off of the road and locked on hers for just a fraction of a second, but she recognized the shock in his wide eyes. “I know you’ve been coming to all my games, Fezco.”

“What? Nah…” Fez’s voice was unnaturally high as he responded. 

“I can see you, dude. I’m not blind. The lights on the field aren’t that bright.” He pulled one of his hands off of the steering wheel and scratched the back of his neck, which was slowly turning red. “I think it’s sweet.”

“It’s just… y’know, after everything with Ash… I dunno.”  He trailed off, wishing for once that he was better with words so he could give her the answer she deserved. She reached over the center console and grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know that she understood.

“I know, Fezzy.” The silence that filled the car for the rest of the short drive was comfortable and Y/N didn't let go until Fez pulled into her driveway. 

On the Saturday after prom, Fez’s heart nearly stopped again when Y/N pushed open the door and sauntered into the store. He was transported back to last summer, and adrenaline started pumping through his veins as he remembered feeling the wind on his face as he chased after her on his bike, the softness of her t-shirt when he got close enough to grab it, and the sweet sound of her laughter ringing in his ears as she sped up to escape his grasp.

Y/N made a beeline for the counter and raised her eyebrows when she saw the bottle of Coke sweating droplets of water onto the linoleum. 

“For me?” She asked, flashing a wicked grin and holding a hand to her chest. “I’m touched.” In one swift movement, she scooped up the soda and hoisted herself onto the counter, swiveling so she faced Fez instead of the door. 

“Shut up,” Fez mumbled into his chest, trying to hide the bashful smile on his face. Y/N pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, looking up at him with adoration shining in her eyes. “I sent Ash to your house ‘lready.”

“I’m not here for drugs.” Y/N’s face softened into a shy smile. 

“Oh yeah? Why you here, then?” Fez crossed his arms and peered down at her, faking confidence that he did not feel.

“‘Cause I fucking missed you, dude.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, playing at nonchalance, but her teasing tone and the slight blush tinting her cheeks gave her away. 

“Missed you too.” He reached out and poked at the haphazard bun her wet hair was twisted into. “Didn’t miss your wet hair drippin’ all over my store, though.” She giggled and felt all of the tension leave her body; his joke cut through the heady air between them and loosened up the uncharacteristic sincerity. 

The bell above the door jingled and they both turned their gazes toward the sound. Ash stopped in his tracks, rolled his eyes at them, and then made a beeline for the back room, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath as he went. 

Fez started sitting in the front row of the bleachers at all of Y/N’s lacrosse games with whoever was there that day; a permanent rotation of friends swapped in and out depending on the day, but Fez was a constant, and sometimes Ash tagged along, too. But everyone showed up for the state championship match against San Diego High School. It’s a close game, and everyone is on edge, feeling responsible for whether the team wins or loses. The coach pulls Y/N out for a water break towards the end of the second half, and Cassie and Maddy cheer as she walks by, waving their glitter-covered sign. Fez is distracted by the blush creeping up Y/N’s cheeks at all of the attention but manages to throw thumbs up her way before she sits down on the bench, turning to face the field instead of the audience. 

When there are only four minutes left on the clock, and East Highland is down by one point, the coach calls a time-out and pulls one of the girls off the field.

“Y/L/N, you’re in,” he shouts, waving a hand towards Y/N as the other girl exits the field. Y/N doesn’t have time to look back at her friends before the ref is blowing his whistle and the game resumes. She can hear them, though; Jules is wolf-whistling so loud that the rest of the audience’s ears keep ringing even after she stops. Y/N’s adrenaline spikes as she chases after the ball alongside her teammates. A girl from SDHS gets possession, and Y/N’s heart clenches as the girl takes a shot, but the East Highland goalkeeper manages to block it, and cheers erupt from the home-team side of the field. There’s less than a minute left in the game and no time for errors. The goalkeeper passes it to one of Y/N’s teammates, who fumbles it, but Y/N is right behind her and manages to scoop up the fallen ball before anyone from the other team can. East Highland’s fan section roars with excitement, somehow they’re even louder than they were before as she takes possession. She pauses for a split-second, debating whether or not to get closer to shoot an easier shot to tie up the game or go for the two-pointer from where she’s standing. 

“Why doesn’t she just throw the fuckin’ ball?” Ash mutters, looking between Y/N and the clock with uncharacteristic, frantic energy. 

“‘Cause shootin’ from where she at is risky, but the shot’s worth 2 points. If she moves closer, it’ll only be worth one, so she gotta decide what to do,” Fez answers, having picked up a thing or two after a whole semester of attending the games. He refuses to take his eyes off Y/N, so he misses Ash’s look of confusion. 

Y/N glances at the clock, which decides for her, and she flings the ball at the opposite end of the field. It soars into the top-left corner of the goal just as the ref blows the whistle to signal the end of the game. 

Time slows down, and she thinks she’s hallucinating, that there’s no way she made the goal, but then it speeds back up again as her teammates crowd around her, crushing her in a group hug. 

“You did it!” Her best friend on the team, Holly, screams as she wraps her arms around Y/N and starts jumping wildly. 

“We did it!” Y/N yells back, letting herself get swooped up into the mob of sweaty, pulsing bodies dancing in the middle of the field. The audience holds back for a few minutes, watching the team celebrate with broad smiles, and the coach approaches the group of girls with the Gatorade dispenser in his arms. He pops off the top and dumps it over the girls in a bizarre school tradition, and Fez and Ash share a confused look, but shrug it off as Y/N is in the middle of the circle, shaking her wet braids back and forth, shrieking with excited laughter. 

The girls disperse a bit, making room for their families and friends, and Y/N turns to her friends but her eyes skim over their happy faces to lock on Fez’s slightly watery eyes (seeing her shoot the game-winning goal had him tearing up, though he’d never admit it later). Her face lit up and her lips spread into the biggest grin he’d ever seen, and suddenly the crowd parts around him. He runs, though Fezco O’Neill doesn’t run, as a rule (unless he’s running for his life), and nearly knocks Y/N over as he skids to a stop in front of her. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s got his arms wrapped around her waist and he throws her into the air above him, spinning her in a few lazy circles before letting her body slide down his until her tippy-toes touch the ground. She’s dizzy from the spinning and high off of her win, so her brain’s lagging a bit, but then his lips crash against hers and she’s giggling against them. Fez’s eyes flutter shut and he pushes against her back to bring her even closer. He has to stifle a moan as the sweet-and-salty taste of sweat mixed with orange Gatorade hits his lips. 

“I’m literally drenched in Gatorade right now,” Y/N mutters between kisses. “It’s gonna ruin your shirt.”

“Don’t care,” Fez breathes into her mouth, and he feels her lips twitch upwards into a smile as he presses his own against them, harder this time. They’re only vaguely aware of the world around them, everything is distorted as faceless voices sound like the adults in Charlie Brown (“Please tell me somebody got that on video,” Cassie squeals as the rest of the group approaches. “Yep, caught the whole thing,” Jules says with a giggle, still pointing her phone at them), but when someone clears their throat and taps Y/N on the shoulder they break apart, albeit reluctantly. 

“Not to interrupt this heartwarming moment, but, uh, Y/N, Coach Carrolson from Stanford wants to talk to you,” her assistant coach says, scratching the back of his neck and flashing an apologetic smile at Fez.Y/N nods and leans in to give Fez a quick peck. 

“Don’t move!” She tells him, pointing a finger at him before turning and sprinting over to an official-looking lady wearing a black pantsuit and holding a clipboard. 

Rue nudges him with her shoulder, and when he turns to look at her, his face is bright red underneath his freckles. She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he shoves her lightly, too frazzled to think of any other response, but the blissful smile on his lips as he watches Y/N chatting with the Stanford coach tells Rue everything she needs to know.

“Somebody’s in love,” Jules sings, leaning her head on Rue’s shoulder and poking Fez in the shoulder. 

“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s never been in love before, so he’s not exactly sure what it’s supposed to feel like, but if it’s anything like the pure, sugar-sweet happiness swelling in his chest, he thinks he’s going to like it.

There’s going to be an after-party, of course, because there’s never been a party that the students of East Highland didn’t like. After talking to the Stanford coach, Y/N gets swept up by the rest of her teammates. But before they leave the field, she jogs back over to her friends and 

“I gotta go, but Ashley’s having a party later to celebrate,” she says, squeezing Fez’s hand to reassure him that she hadn’t forgotten about the moment they just had. “I’ll text you the address, okay? It starts at nine.” 

“‘Aight, we’ll be there,” Fez agrees. He doesn’t try to hide the dopey smile on his lips and Y/N smiles back. 

“Good. See you later!” She pressed a quick kiss to Fez’s lips and waved at the rest of the group before disappearing back into the crowd of uniformed girls. 

Later that night, Fez, Rue, and Jules walk in just as the party is starting to get wild. Their eyes are immediately drawn to the living room, where Y/N is standing on the coffee table, gesturing wildly with a bottle of vodka as she explains the rules of some drinking game to the small crowd gathered around her. Loud music is pumping through the speakers, so they can’t hear what she was saying, but Fez can tell that it’s bossy, and heat flares up in his stomach.

She turns to glare at someone on the other side of the circle and catches Fez’s eye. A smile explodes from her frown and she hops off of the table, pushing her way through the crowd until she’s in front of him. 

“Fezzy!” She exclaims when she is close enough for him to hear. “You came!” After setting the bottle of vodka down on the floor, she throws her arms around his neck in a quick hug, then settles at his side. He keeps one arm loosely draped around her shoulders.

“‘Course I did, ma,” he says through a chuckle. “You think I’d miss this after comin’ to every game this year?” Y/N shrugs, ducking her head to hide her embarrassed smile. “You’re a fuckin’ superstar, dude.” Fez uses his free hand to poke her cheek, coaxing a giggle from her. 

“We’re gonna go grab a drink,” Jules says, giving the two of you a cheeky grin and wiggling her eyebrows before pulling Rue into the kitchen.

“But I wanna know what happens next!” Rue whines

“They’re our friends, Rue, not a sitcom!”

Y/N turns to look at Fez and they make brief eye contact before looking away, trading nervous smiles. Rue, always so eloquent, had brought the elephant into the room, front and center. After a few moments of quiet, Y/N turns to look at Fez again.

“Dance with me?” She asks, looking up at him with a hint of uncertainty behind her usually-sparkling eyes. Fez turns to look at the mass of sweaty bodies and then back at Y/N with a defeated sigh.

“Only ‘cause it’s you askin’,” he answers, shaking his head. With an excited squeal, she leads him into the living room but stops at the edge of the makeshift dance floor. She loops her arms around his neck and takes a step closer, leaving a few inches of space between their bodies. 

“This okay?” Fez shrugs in response, letting his lips twitch up into a smirk. 

“Could be better.” He wraps his arms around her waist, letting them cross behind her back so the distance between them shrinks. Her excited giggle is like music to his ears and he makes a vow to himself

They sway to the music for a few songs, letting the beat guide their bodies. She rests her cheek on his shoulder and he tucks the top of her head under his chin

“I think we should have a redo of Halloween,” Fez says eventually. 

“Yeah?” Y/N asks, forcing herself to keep her face neutral as she pulls back to look at Fez. He nods.

“But, like, properly this time. I’mma take you on a real date. Buy you flowers, all that shit.”

“You don’t have to do that, Fez. I like you for you, not because I want a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but I want to. You’re more than just some girl, y’know? Wanna make sure you always feel special.” A flush creeps up Fez’s neck and onto his face. 

“Yeah?” Y/N’s eyes are shining as she smiles up at him. 

“Yeah.” Y/N reaches up to cup one of Fez’s pink-tinted cheeks and the heat from his body melts into her skin, leaving a glittering tingle in its wake. This time, when their lips meet, it’s soft, sweet, and full of promises. Knowing that no matter where life’s ups and downs will take them, gravity will always be there, tethering them together. 

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[euphoriashots]

The O’Neills house

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[dawnwriterimagines]

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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[onlyfezco]

Happy New Year, Ma - Fezco

Summary: After Fez smashes Nate’s face in, you come over to help take care of his hand.

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,330

Author’s Note: This started because I kept rewatching that scene of Fez beating Nate’s ass and I was turned on from it. Anybody else? No? Just me? Okay lol. Also, this should have been posted like January 2nd lol. My bad.

“What?”

“Let me in Ash.”

“What you doin’ here,” Ash question through the screen door. 

“I’m here to help,” you replied as you held up your mom’s first aid kit as proof.

Ashtray huffed then opened the screen door. 

“Where is he?”

Ash nodded his head in the direction for you to follow. “Kitchen.”

You made your way down the hallway already knowing your way around the O’Neil home. Once in the kitchen entryway, you saw Fez, closing the lid on a Tylenol bottle, his hand haphazardly wrapped in gauze. 

You sighed shaking your head at the sight. “Really, Fezco?”

Fez turned around to see your disappointed expression. His eyes trailed down your body to see you still in your New Year’s Eve dress, a long cream coat, heels still on, with a black bag in tow. 

“What you doing here? Go back to the party,” Fez said shaking his head, then walked pass you. 

“I’m here to clean up your hand.”

“Don’t need any help. Took care of it.”

“Like you took care of Nate,” you asked, annoyance in your voice. 

“You come over here just to tell me I messed up,” Fez asked, plopping down on the couch.

“No... seriously Fez. Let me help.”

Fez eyed you considering your offer. All he had to clean up his hand was water, soap, and gauze. “Fine.”

Relief filled your eyes, your lips turning up into a small smile. “Bathroom please.” You quickly took your coat off, dropping it on the couch before you turned, going down the hall knowing Fez would follow. You sat your mom’s first aid kit on the counter, taking out the supplies you would need. 

“Where you get all this from?”

“My mom’s cabinet. My house was only a few doors down from the party. I knew you wouldn’t have anything to take care of that,” you said, nodding your head towards his messed up hand. 

Fez put the toilet seat down then sat. You reached for his hand and began unwrapping his attempt to cover up his cuts.

His hand was bruised and still bleeding. Your face winced at the sight. “Oh Fez.”

Fez just sat there quietly not making eye contact with you. Nate deserved what he got, but he didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes. 

You noticed a tiny shard of glass still in his skin. “Did you even try to clean this up?”

“Not exactly a doctor over here.”

You rinsed his hand off in the sink then dried it off. Cleaned up the skin between the cuts with some alcohol. You put a little Neosporin on the cuts to help them heal. For just a moment, you held his hand looking at the cuts and bruises. Your thumb moving back and forth over his enact skin. 

Pulling out a bandage to began wrapping up his hand, you broke the silence. “Why’d you do it, Fez? I know Nate Jacobs is an ass and I don’t doubt he deserve it, but... why at a party in front of everyone?”

Fez was quiet for a moment. Just watching you wrap the bandage around hand and through his fingers. “Remember the raid I told you about?” You just nodded. “He tipped them off.”

Your face scrunched up, anger clouding your eyes. You didn’t question how Fez knew it was Nate. You believed him. If Fez and Ash wouldn’t have had time to flush all the drugs they had, Fez would be in jail, Ash would probably be in foster care, and their grandma sent to a home. The thought made your blood boil. You tried to put all your focus into carefully wrapping Fez’s hand. Not too tight so he could still feel his fingers, but tight enough to stop any bleeding or the bandage from falling off.

“But why at the party?”

“Rather me have pulled up to his house?”

You finished wrapping his hand then began putting up your things. “No, but... witnesses Fez. And that family has pull in this town. What’s to stop him from pressing charges?”

“He ain’t gonna do nothin’,” Fez replied confidently. 

“You don’t know that,” you said annoyed how easily he downplayed the situation. 

“Trust me, ma,” Fez said standing up, now looking down at you. “Nothin’s gonna happen. And if it does, that’s for me to worry ‘bout.”

You stared up into Fezco’s crystal blue eyes. You sucked your teeth then looked away. “Fine. Whatever.” Then you turned and zipped up your bag, completely over this night.

“I’m sorry.”

Anger turned to confusion, turning your head to face him. Your expression asking the question your lips didn’t have to say.

“For ruinin’ the start to your New Year. You should be at that party with your friends. Not here with me.”

You reached out for his good hand. “You are my friend, Fez. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.��

“Nah, you were suppose to be takin’ a shot or kissin’ some guy. Not watching me punch Nate in the face.”

You chuckled. “Well, I don’t drink. I see how my friends get and somebody has to be the sober one. As for the kissing part... I’m kinda lackin’ in that department.”

Fezco was staring you down making you nervous. You began to drop his hand and look away, but he quickly picked it back up, lacing your fingers between his. You glanced down at your interlaced fingers, your cheeks growing hot. 

“That’s hard to believe,” Fez said. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you replied, “well, believe it.”

Both of you were silent just staring at one another. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest. Fez was moving in closer to you and before your brain had time to process what was happening, his lips were hovering over yours.

Fez’s voice came out softer than you’ve ever heard it before, “Can I?”

You didn’t trust your mouth to speak properly so you settled on nodding your head. Fez took the leap and closed to small gap in between you two. His hand that was holding yours let go and came up to your neck, his thumb gently touching your cheek. 

He was being so sweet and tender with you, but you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer to you, so now you were chest to chest. 

Fez was trying his best not to move his bandaged hand, but he couldn’t help himself. His other hand wrapped around your back, a moan leaving your lips. 

The two of you got lost in each other. You began to feel off balance a little, the two of you trying to get as close to each other as possible, you taking a step back. Then you felt your back hit the sink counter. Fezco yelped in pain, taking a step away from you, his hands leaving your body. 

Your hands shot up to your mouth, covering your lips. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over feeling guilty for his hand getting smashed between your backside and the hard counter top. 

“Nah,” Fez replied holding his hand tight to his chest. “Ain’t your fault.” His hand stung, the skin not under the bandage turning red. 

You grimaced at his hand making Fez feel bad that you were feeling bad because of him. 

“Hey,” he said catching your attention dropping his hand so you wouldn’t stare at it feeling guilty. Once you made eye contact with him, Fezco continued. “Happy New Year, ma.”

You smiled up at the ginger, your heart filling with joy. “Happy New Year, Fezco.” You watched the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile, his cheeks turning a light shade of red before you spoke again. “Let’s go put some ice on that hand of yours,” you said sweetly feeling bad for the extra pain he was in now. You grabbed his good hand then led him out the bathroom. 

[thequeendesi]

Two Pink Lines

Title: Two Pink Lines

Alt Title: I’ve Heard Worse News

Warnings: swearing, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of bad childhood

Pairing: Fezco x Reader x Platonic!Ash (lil bro ash and big sis reader ftw)

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

Rating: PG I reckon

Word count: 2k

A/N: I haven’t written anything in three months! I hope this doesn’t suck! I’ve had so much going on lately! I’ve gotten into my own place w my bf, I had a car crash, a major pregnancy scare, and a job promotion lol. I’m doing alright rn, so I figured I’d take the chance and finally get something out again! Thank you all for being so so kind and patient w my inconsistent ass 😂 I genuinely love all of y’all!!

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You sighed, placing the test face down on the counter. Music playing from your phone to try and ease your nerves. Snooze by SZA playing low as you slipped down the wall. You pulled your knees to your chest as you allowed the song to play through, your brain running the entire time.

The jokes you made to your boyfriend, Fez, were just that. Jokes. In no way did you actually think you were ready for children. You had just graduated from East Highland less than a week ago.

Your childhood wasn’t the most pleasant. You had been living with your boyfriend since you two were 13 and 14. Fez was all you knew, and you were all he knew. You knew everything about him and his life. His grandma, his job, his brother. And you fit like a glove in all of it. His grandmother took you in with open arms and loved you as her own.

You didn’t know what you’d do with a baby, you didn’t know where it would fit into your current life. You worked at the local breakfast place, it was like a Waffle House, but called MeeMaw Judy’s Home.

Your mind drifted to Fez. He didn’t want kids. You knew for a fact because he always told you “keep it movin’ ma”, everytime you passed baby aisles. Hell, the two of you even had talked about it last night. As far as Fezco was concerned, he didn’t see a baby in y’all’s plans for at least another 4 years.

The song ended and you took a deep breath. You couldn’t begin to explain how long those 3 minutes were. “Alright.” You whispered to yourself as you stood up, turning over the test you stared at them. Two pink lines. You’re not even sure you’ve ever seen pink lines so dark.

“Fuck.” You whispered as you placed the test on the counter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you said, voice cracking at the last fuck, tears welling in your eyes. You had false positives before, only for the next test to have been negative. But this time you knew you were pregnant. Nausea, fatigue, as well as paired with your period being late not one, but two weeks? Oh yea, your eggo is preggo.

Your thoughts ran to a complete halt as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Can you make waffles… what the fuck is all of this?” Ash asked, looking at the test on the counter. Your heart sank as you tried to explain. “Look, I just… just please get out. Please.” You pleaded, trying to push him out. “Hey, it’s ok. Stop stressin’. Y’a’int in trouble. Just… y’know. Take a deep breath.”

Ash grabbed your hand, thumb rubbing over your knuckles, a trait he picked up from Fez after he noticed it helped you calm down. “Ash, please. I need to think of how to tell Fez.” Ash shook his head before leading you to sit on the couch. “Worry about calmin’ your ass down first. You’re acting like your life is over. It’s just a baby.” Ash let go of your hand.

You felt yourself relax a little. How was he so calm? How is your life not over? Taking another look at the test, you grabbed it. “This wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” You walked out of the bathroom to the living room.

You sat on the couch and let go of the breath you were holding. “Why’re you so freaked out?” Ash asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Ash, you’re 14. I really don’t think any of this is your business. You’re too young.” You said, placing the test face down on the table.

“(Name).” Ash said plainly, looking at you.

“Okay. Fair.” You nodded, before taking a deep breath. You’re really about to vent to your boyfriend’s 14 year old brother? Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Ash looked at you as a mother figure, seeing as his only real one was incapacitated.

“Fez doesn’t want kids. Not now at least.” You

“Well, ya should’ve been safer, huh?” He crossed his arms. “What’s the plan (Y/N)?” Ash asked you, leaning back into the couch.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far ahead. A minute ago I found out I’m…” The words got caught in your throat as you leaned onto the couch as well. “You think MeeMaw’ll let me bring a kid to work?” You half joked.

“I’ve seen what she allows, it wouldn’t surprise me.” Ash said, a small smile finding itself on his rather stoic face.

Mrs. Judy, or MeeMaw as you and everyone called her, was a kinder old lady. Standing at a firm 4’10 inches, she’s seen a thing or two. She was always kind to you, making sure you had food to bring home to the boys. She knew your upbringing and the conditions that landed you to who you became.

“When’s Fez supposed to come home anyways?” You asked Ash. “Not sure. He’s sellin’ at some kid’s party tonight. What’s her name, Kat, I think?” He shrugged. “He probably won’t be home until midnight then,” you sighed, rubbing your face, “gives me at least 2 hours to think about what I’m gonna do.”

“I got somethin’ you can do then.”

“Waffles?” You half-laughed, looking at Ash through your fingers. “I think we need to buy eggs and milk for it actually.”

“Damn.” He placed his arms next to his sides. “We can watch a movie?” You suggested. “I got Maddy’s Netflix.” You shrugged.

“Better than waitin’ around for nothin’.” Ash grabbed the remote and handed it to you.

Turning on a movie on Netflix, some random movie by Adam Sandler, who’s movies were yours and Ash’s favorite way to pass time.

He quickly tuned into it, but your eyes glued onto the white slender test. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind.

Was Fez gonna be mad?

Was he gonna leave? Or more so, make you leave?

Was he gonna tell you it’s ok?

Was he gonna marry you? God, what a thought. Marriage wasn’t a bad thing, by no means. When it works.

By 12, your mother had been married 6 times, and two of them were remarriages to your father. Screaming, crashing and crying was no stranger to you.

You remember the argument your parents had that led them to that final divorce and you into Fez’s home.

“(Mother Name)! What’s this shit? You’re pregnant? Again?!”

“I was gonna tell you! You went snooping through the trash? Are you fucking insane?!” CRASH, you heard as the test that was thrown at the picture frame that had a picture of you holding your half-brother. You sniffed the tears back as you packed your bag faster.

“You should’ve wrapped it if you didn’t want this shit!” She screamed at him. “Fuck that! You’re just as much to blame! Is it even mine, whore?!”

“Oh fuck you, you bastard!”

“No thank you! That’s how we landed here! Just go! Go and fucking take your goddamn mistakes with you!”

Mistake? That’s all your father thought of you?

“You act like I wanted to get pregnant again, or any time beforehand! I didn’t want these fucking kids anymore than you or Jerald and Will did! Besides, (Name) is the only one here!”

Nevermind, there was your mother being the way she was. You looked at the broken glass on the floor as you stood in the doorframe.

“I’m not going with her.” You stated, in your broken little voice. “You’re not fucking staying with me.”

“I wasn’t fucking planning on it.” You walked past your father. “The fuck are you going?” Your mother asked.

“Why do you care?” You grabbed the doorknob, the rest of your body turning to look at your parents. “I’m a mistake to both of you, so why is it such a big fucking deal if I just grant you both your wish of getting out of your hair?” You asked them, tears free-flowing down your cheeks.

“Why the hell did you have kids if you hate them?” You asked them. “Why do I have to be an adult when I’m 13?”

Your parents stared at you, expression unrecognizable. “Well, just so you know, I hate you guys. So don’t worry, the feelings aren’t one sided.” You opened the door and walked out, closing it behind you.

You used your finger to wipe the tear that began to slip down your cheek. You haven’t seen your parents since that day, hell, you don’t even know if they’re alive or dead. You sent a graduation invitation to the house your mother lived at, but received the initiation back with RETURN TO SENDER in red letters over your face.

You looked over at Ash, who was fast asleep with his head on your lap. You smiled a little at him, and your gaze returned to the test.

Your phone began ringing from the bathroom and you gently placed Ash’s head on the couch. He curled up in a ball as he got re-comfortable. You walked to the bathroom and grabbed your phone.

Answering the call, you placed the phone to your ear. “Hey ma.” Fez’s voice sounded like honey over the phone. “Hey baby.” You said, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you threw the box in the trash. “Ash ‘sleep?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You answered, walking back to the living room to grab the test.

“You good?” He asked into the phone as you heard his blinker. “Yea… no. I just… we gotta talk when you get home.” You answered, walking to the front door. “I’ll just meet you at the car so we can talk without waking up Ash.” You told him, hanging the phone up.

You walked to the front of the house and leaned against the gate. You put the test in your bra as you waited.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched the bright lights pull in front of you. Putting your head down you walked over to the passenger seat and got in.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you, his hand moving to hold your face. His hand rested on your cheek as he made you look at him. “Whatever it is, ma, it’s gonna be aight.” He said, thumb stroking the soft flesh of your cheek.

Your lip quivered as you let go of the breath you were holding. “I’m pregnant, Fez.” You said straight out, taking the test out of your bra to hand to him, eyes drifting to the floor.

“Oh.” His hand leaves your cheek to grab the test, turning on an overhead light, he looks at it. “I’m sorry.” You sniffed, eyes welling with tears as you stared at your feet on the floorboard.

“Whatchu sorry for? This ain’t bad news. I thought you was finna tell me someone died.” He looked at you. “It ain’t like we knew it was gonna happen. Shit happens, ma. We’ll figure it out, somehow. Hell, grandma did.”

“You’re not mad?” You asked him. “I’m not thrilled. But that part ain’t important no more.” He took your face in his hands, test between his fingers. “You’re what’s important to me, ma. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be.” He kissed you softly. “We’re gonna have a baby. I’ve heard of worse news from you.” He said against your lips.

“I was scared you’d yell at me.” You confessed.

“Yell?” He pulled away from you. “Not about somethin’ like this.” He shook his head. “We got other shit to worry about rather than yellin’. Yellin’ ain’t gon’ get anything done other than stress my babies out.” He said simply.

“I got milk and eggs. Ash texted me.” He said.

“I guess I ain’t getting out of making them waffles, huh?”

“You figured you know better about that.” Fez half joked, grabbing the milk and eggs bag from the backseat.

“Now come on, I’m tired. It’s been a long night. We can talk more in the morning.” You patted his thigh and kissed his cheek.

He laughed a little and nodded his head. “Alright ma.”