#euphoriafic

Oh my god, such a good idea. I love how much I can do with his character honest, he's so well rounded as a person and he's feminine and masculine at the same time. Ugh, my dream.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Elliot being the cutest thing ever. This is so wholesome and sweet. With how I typically write, the fact that there's zero angst in this is a warning in itself.

A/n: I loved writing this. I relate to him in so many ways and it's just nice to be able to write him. It's easy.

oh my god he's so cute. UGH.

an: how are we all doing tonight!! feeling energetic af :) hope you guys enjoy angst hehehe, more fluff next update. hope ur all okay!!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, angst, tears, some fluff, mentions of drugs and drug use 

pairings: fez x reader, maddy x reader (platonic), cassie x reader (platonic), ash x reader (platonic)

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“Look, all I’m saying is that she definitely could have run if she wanted to. She didn’t really care that much.” You laughed, resting your head on Fez’s shoulder as you grabbed popcorn out of the bowl you two were sharing. You beamed up at him, taking in the moment as Ash slept quietly next to you. 

You and Fez weren’t officially dating, but everyone knew that you were his and he was yours. You had always been with him, by his side or under his arm as you traveled through young adulthood together. When things got hard for him you were there, and when your anxiety got bad he always knew how to help you cope. 

Looking into his eyes though, he seemed different. His nose was scrunched up uncomfortably, and his eyes were glossed over as he breathed in deeply. You ducked out from under his arm, taking his face in his palm as you studied him more intently. 

“Hey. Is everything okay?” You questioned.

“We need to talk.” He sighed, shaking his head from your hand and rising slowly. “Can we like, go to the kitchen? I don't need to wake Ash.”

“I guess? Can you just tell me what's wrong? My anxiety is out of control right now.” You wrung your hands as you followed behind him, pursuing him as you stepped into the kitchen. He leaned sadly against the fridge as he looked up with distressed eyes. You went to him and expected to melt into his arms like normal, but he stopped you with his hand. 

“Look. I didn’ want it to be this way. But you gotta stop fuckin’ with me. And if you don’t stop fuckin’ with me, imma stop fuckin’ with you.” He stated coldly, unable to look you in the eyes. 

“What-” You reacted, flabbergasted at the situation. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I didn’ wanna do this, but like, people know who you are now. Bad people. And ion know if I can protect you no more.” 

“So you’re leaving me because of a hypothetical? Fez, what the fuck are you even talking about!” You blurted, Fez shushing you as he pointed to the living room reminding you that Ash was sleeping steps away. “Sorry, but genuinely what the fuck. You’re not leaving me.”

“You don’t have a choice, ma.” He stated simply, finally lifting his eyes off of the ground to peer into yours. What shocked you the most was the tears. You had only seen Fez cry a handful of times, and all of them were during his lowest. But low and behold, fresh tears threaten to leak down his face. He blinked quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat before he continued. “I’m choosin’ for us. You not gettin’ hurt because I fucked up. You deserve…so much better. Better than me, better than what I can get you.”

“I’m sorry, but you don’t get to decide what I deserve.” You snap, shaking your head as you narrow your eyes. Is this really happening right now?

“One day. Maybe when we older and wiser. But now, now you gotta go.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

You both were quiet for more than a few minutes. 

“So this is it?” You asked, afraid of the answer. He nodded slowly.

“Fez, I-”

“Stop it.”

“I have to say it at least once when we're together.”

“Y/N, please.”

“Please don’t leave me Fez.” You walked to him, taking his face in your hands and you forced him to look at you.

“I can’t do this without you. I need you. You’re my person. And I love you, more than friends and I know you know but-”

He quickly steps back, ripping himself from your grasp making the tears in your eyes fall. You could feel your heart breaking in two. The fact that the only thing you ever wanted was right in front of you, but just out of reach made you want to curl up into a ball and weep. You couldn’t stand it.

Loud, horrible sobs sounded from your throat as the reality of your situation dawned on you: Fez was leaving you. A string of pleases and nos escaped your mouth as you crashed to the ground, taking the breath out of your lungs. 

In an instant, Fez was next to you, holding you and running his hands through your hair. You couldn’t see him through your tears, but you knew he was crying too. “I know, I’m sorry ma.” He whispered, cradling you to him like his life depended on it. 

Once you calmed down enough to open your eyes and breathe properly, you couldn’t help but look at him. You only had so much longer left to enjoy his presence, to soak up the sun that had made your life so bright for so long. 

You couldn’t tell who leaned in first, only that one moment you weren't kissing and one minute you were. You had to make sure he knew how loved he was, how much he meant to you. Time stopped, and all you could focus on was how normal kissing him felt. Like coming home after a long day, switching into sweatpants, and getting a snack after a game. Happiness. Pure bliss.

“Fezzy?” Ash pouted, wrapped in a blanket as he groggily stood at the doorway of the kitchen. You two quickly broke apart, catching your breath as you turned to look at him. 

“What's going on?” he questioned, eyes wide as he started to wake from his sleepy haze. 

“Nothing, bud. We was jus’ talkin’. Y/N gotta go for a while, but she’ll be back soon ‘nough.” Fez stated, helping you stand as he held you close one last time. You breathed in his scent, begging your brain to remember it till you saw him again. “I’ll text you soon, okay?” He breathed, hands grasping your shirt tighter.

“Okay.” You answered, removing yourself from Fez’s chest as you smiled sadly at him. You turned around to say goodbye to Ash, but the look on his face was almost worse than Fez’s. 

“Are you leaving?” He blubbered, padding over to you as he hugged himself into your side.

“Only for now. A little while. I’ll be back soon.” You smiled through your tears, rubbing his back as he sniffled against his torso. You removed him soon after, kissing his head as you called your mom to come get you. 

“Well. I’m gonna get my stuff-” you paused, taking a deep breath to appear relaxed in front of Ash, “and then, I’m gonna go.”

You and Fez walked silently side by side, collecting all of the stuff left at his house into a bag he lent you. Your mom texted you shortly after, and you mentally got ready for reality. 

“Well, I’ll talk to you soon?” You asked, hand brushing his as you took the bag from him.

“Real soon.” He confirmed, kissing your forehead. You nodded once, looking back at Ash in the kitchen, and walked outside to go meet your mom and drive home.

He never texted you again. Or called. Or even sent a fucking letter. Every day for months you texted, called, left voicemails, but he never responded. You begged him to just let you know he was okay, or to see Ash once. But he never responded. By the second month, he ended up blocking you.

It was the worst pain of your life. To just be left, no warning and no reason. It made you question everything about yourself. You hated how weak you were when it came to him. You hated how he made you question your own worth, just because he left you. But most of all, you hated the way you felt without him.

-

You and Fez texted daily, through all hours of the night. At first, it was just small talk, asking about your day or seeing how you were, but it developed into something more natural quickly. Jokes, memories, his perfectly rolled joints. Everything you ate throughout the day. Your hamsters. 

After an eventful night, you slept peacefully. Your brain finally felt rested, and you couldn’t believe the impact a full eight hours of sleep had on your life. You woke up the next morning, full of energy and the feeling of ease. As shitty as life was right now, you had one thing to look forward to. 

On the car ride to school, you had the windows down and were blasting some song you didn't know the name of. As much as you hated country music, you knew that it was your brother's favorite. He had a rough morning, and being the good big sister you were, you let him play what he wanted. You couldn’t lie, the song was kinda catchy. 

About halfway through the ride to school, your phone started to ring. Normally you would just ignore it until you parked, but the ringing was getting on your nerves. 

“Can you answer that?” You ask your brother, assuming the call was from Maddy or Cassie. He rolls his eyes and scoffs when he sees the name, which gets your attention. “Who is it?”

He answers the call and puts your phone in the cupholder. “Who-”

“Yo.”

You're immediately nervous. You look over at your brother with the rudest face you can muster, but he's looking out the window already. 

“Fez?” You question, turning the volume down as your car shakes from the bass in his voice. 

“Wassup ma?” 

“Well, uh, I'm driving to school.” You state, smacking your palm on your forehead at your awkwardness. Why couldn’t you act like a normal person around him?

He chuckles lightly, and you swear you can see his smile. “Well, that's nice.” He says, teasing you. ”Where you goin’?”

“School. You're on speakerphone with my brother, by the way.” You try to make everything have as little tension as possible. 

“Chill. How you doin’ Josh?” He questions, his voice going down an octave as he speaks to your brother. You laugh at his attempts to seem tougher in front of your brother.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Josh spits out, eyes now locked on his phone as he scrolls lazily. You want to hit him for being rude, but you're worried if you try to do one more thing that you’ll crash the car. 

“Cool. Anyways, I got a question for you. It’s about Ash.”

Your eyebrows raise at the mention of his name. The last time you two met, he didn’t seem to be your biggest fan. “Shoot.”

“So he’s like, failin’ math right now. Like, he got an F. I need him to have at least a C. I know you used to like, tutor people. Do you think you can help him if you got extra time? I’ll like, pay you and shit.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. I’ll do it for free.” You state, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see you. The thought of being alone with Ash makes your heart hurt. You wonder what he would think about you now. 

“I can’t have you doin’ it fo free.” He sighs. You can tell he’s being serious.

“I’m not kidding. You can pay me by other means.” You say, thinking of the time he paid a guy in weed as a tip for UberEats. Your brother whips his head around fast with a loud ‘what the fuck’ as you hear Fez start to die laughing on the other end.

“What the fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna be sick!” Josh yells at you, fake gagging as you hear Fez catch his breath on the other end.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You explain, not even realizing what you had suggested until after you said it. Your cheeks flame as put your head down on the steering wheel, sighing. Your face is so hot it might as well be on fire.

“I didn’ know you was like that!” You can basically visualize his smile.

“No! I-”

“I’m fuckin’ with you, girl. I know what you mean. But you finna do it then?” 

“Yes, of course. When is he free?” You ask, desperately hoping he says a day you don’t have soccer.

“Well, today. And Sunday.” Fez suggests, a pause between both days.

“I can do it today. If you guys want.” You wonder what he’s learning. You want to make sure everything is right for the first time you guys get will be together…almost two years ago. 

“It’s a date. Is five chill for you?” You need to stop home to drop off your backpack and grab a snack. You get out at four. Are you missing anything? No, that should work.

“Yup!” You state as you drive into the school parking lot. You find a spot right by the back, one of the only spots left as you and Josh have a bad tendency to be late. “Okay well, I’m at school. So I’ll see you later?”

“See you later.” Fez confirms as you hang up the call quickly. As you open your door you can't help but fake shoot yourself and slump back into your seat. 

“God, you're tragic.” Josh laughs, slamming his door as he jogs to the school.

-

You had told Maddy at lunch today about whatever was going on between Fez and you. You wanted to say she was happy, but it was Maddy. You didn’t really care what she had to say though, as she would never know Fez like you would and she was back with Nate. Can’t throw stones in a brick house as your mom would say.

The day was gone before you knew it, and soon enough you were driving over to Fez’s with a small bag with your computer, paper, pencils, and stickers. You knew that he probably wouldn't like your stickers, but he might think they were fun to burn. Or something. Ugh. You just wanted him to like you again. 

As you pulled into Fez’s driveway, an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia came over you. More specifically, the last time you were here. Somehow you were always crying. 

You shut the car door and walked to the front door as calmly as possible, hiking your bag over your shoulder as you fixed your hair one last time. You barely have to knock before Fez is in the door frame, smiling down at you. 

“Wassup ma?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at your bag as he cocks his head. “What’s in the bag?”

“Stuff for tutoring, duh. Did you think I was here for you?” You joke, brushing past him into the house. 

“Ash is in the kitchen, he’s like all ready and shit. Made sure he showered and he ate so he shouldn’t be hangry.”

“Okay!” You walk to the kitchen and see Ash sitting at the table with his phone in his hand. “Hey, Ash.”

“Hey Y/N.” He almost seems shy. He puts his phone down, the camera side facing up, as he focuses his attention on you. You can hear Fez locking the door again and walking back into the living room

You sit down in the chair across from him and place your bag on the table. “So, do you have homework? I can look it over and then we can talk about it.”

“‘ight.”

-

You had spent two hours at Fezco's, going over Ash’s homework and answering questions he had. At around seven-ten, you were starving and exhausted. “So, next week, you’ll be back?” He asks, his tone slightly hopeful. You smile up at him as you clean up your things on the table. 

“Yes, I'll be back.” You chuckle, ruffling his hair as you go to say goodbye. 

“You leavin’?” Fez yells, lifting himself off the couch to come to see you out. 

“Yup.” You look down at your feet, pulling your jacket on and tapping your feet on the tiles of the floor. 

“Well, ‘ight. Can I walk you out?” He asks with longing in his eyes. You can’t help but smile wider, the awkwardness overwhelming you. Is this how you’ll always feel around him?

“Sure. Bye Ash!”

He walks you out the way you came in and strides you to your car.

“Can we talk fo a sec?” He asks. You nod once for yes and unlock your car for the two of you to get in. 

You open the door and watch him climb in, ducking his head under the car frame to get in. Something about the way he looked made your mouth dry. He was so beautiful. 

“So, we should talk. How's life been since I last saw you?” He questions, sincerity in his voice.

“It’s..been a lot.” You sigh. You can start to feel the tears well up in your eyes, blowing out air sharply as you try and swallow them. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Shit, ma.” He looks at you with melancholy eyes. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing really. I’ll be fine. Like-” you start, then shake your head to stop yourself. “I’m fine.”

He shakes his head and smiles at you. “You don’t look fine. It’s okay y'know. To not be okay around me.” His sentences just make you cry harder. “Do you want a hug?”

“Yes? No. I don’t know! You make me confused.” You bite, eyes closed and hands gripping the steering wheel. 

“Come here, Y/N.” You open your eyes, and you're met with the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His seat is pushed back, making extra room in front of his feet. His legs are spread wider than normal, and his arms are reaching out towards you. Everything about this moment just reminds you of old times, and you can’t help but start to move over the center console and into his arms.

His strong arms wrap around you tightly and a hand runs through your hair. “It’s okay, you can cry now, I gotchu.” He mumbles, rubbing your back. Your face is in his chest and all you can do is sob as you breathe him in. Just like old times. 

-

You’re listening to a podcast and eating a piece of chocolate pudding pie your mom made when your phone lights up. 

fez :), nine-twenty-two pm:

hi 

you, nine-twenty-two pm:

hi :)

fez :), nine-twenty-three pm:

you doin’ better?

i miss you

you, nine-twenty-three pm:

i’ve been worse fs

and i miss you too

thank you for checking on me

fez :), nine-twenty-four pm:

don’t gotta thank me for caring

whatchu up to rn

you, nine-twenty-five pm:

listening to TMG 

eating pie

chilling 

you?

fez :), nine-twenty-five pm:

i was countin’ money but now i’m talking to you

anyways

look in the pocket of your jacket

You furrow your brows and get off your bed. What? You smugly grin to yourself as you walk to your closet and find the jacket on a hanger. As you reach your hand inside of your right pocket, you're met with the feeling of two joints and a hard candy. You laugh out loud at it. You guess he paid you. 

you, nine-twenty-seven pm:

so you did know what i mean

in the car when you made things awk

fez :), nine-twenty-seven pm:

ofc

i remember everythin’ from years ago 

and if you want to make new memories

i'm here for it

you, nine-twenty-seven pm:

what's different now?

compared to back then

like why do you even wanna try

fez :), nine-twenty-eight pm:

i got more people to back me

i grew up

ash grew up

you still the same you and i'm still me

and i wanna be there for you if you’ll let me 

you, nine-twenty-eight pm:

okay 

what does that mean

fez :), nine-twenty-nine pm:

next week when you come over fo ash

stay for dinner

we can like have a date 

if you want

you, nine-twenty-nine pm:

yeah okay 

i'm down 

i'll see you then?

fez :), nine-thirty pm:

This was a genius idea lol

HERE WE GO!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, confrontation, drinking, Cassie Howard and Nate Jacobs lol.

A/n: This one was fun to write. Also please keep sending requests!!!

hell yeah, I'll make this into headcannons :D

Hi! I'm making this headcannons to be able to fit as much as possible in one thing without making in 10k😂

Summary: Reader underwent serious trauma as a child and it spanned onto her relationships as a young adult. Her belief is that men only want on thing and it keeps her from having healthy relationships, especially when it comes to sex. Her feelings for Elliot have grown throughout the years and she worries he'll only want one thing from her if she explains her feelings for him.

Warnings: swearing, mention of abuse, sexual harassment.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: Hi guys! This oneshot is based on an ask that I got! Hits close to home and I'm sure a lot of people out there can relate. I feel like this is super relatable and cute and validating lol.

an: hi all!! this is a new series im making! i know its new and your taking a chance on me but promise you wont be disappointed. i know tjis part is a little slow but it’ll speed up soon. also, be warned that more darker themes will be in this story, along with eventual smut. 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: slight angst, foreshadowing to darker topics, kissing lmao, some fluff

pairing: fez x reader, maddy x reader (platonic), cassie x reader (platonic)

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fez, nine-thirty-eight pm: 

yo

been hearing sum shit that’s makin’ my heart hurt

ash tried callin’ you too but you not picking up

lmk if i can help you at all 

i feel helpless rn with all this shit goin’ on

It had been four nights since Fez had opened the door that night. You’re still not sure why he did it, as you hadn’t talked in a year and a half. Thinking about the way you acted, the things you said, makes you want to smash your head against a wall. How could you be so stupid? 

If this all played out a year ago, you wouldn’t have been embarrassed in the slightest. You and Fez had been friends since first grade, when he helped you convert between ounces and pounds. But things changed. 

Thank God for Maddy and Cassie. Without them, you’re sure you would have been sent to some wilderness farm in Kansas. The girls had taken you in when you were at your lowest junior year, and the rest was history. Cassie had played soccer with you until sixth grade when she was cut from the school team, claiming she wasn't upset because now she could spend the new time skating. Thinking about the way you met makes you laugh now, because the thought of Cassie getting sweaty for any reason seems completely crazy. Lexi, Cassie's little sister, had been your study buddy and partner in scholastic crime for as long as you could remember. You never really had been the closest of friends, but you had a strict schedule of tutoring at six and book-talk and seven-thirty at the Howard house every Thursday. You’re glad you found them when you did.

“Bitch, since when did you live here?” Maddy asked, eyebrows raised as she shook her head in disbelief. The first time someone came over to your house was always the most anxiety-provoking, as you could tell automatically who was interested in your money and who was interested in you. “I don’t know? Always?” You asked back, nervousness lacing your tone. Maddy's head turned around fast, reading your face as you reddened under her gaze.

“Cool. Do you have like, juice or something? I’m so fucking thirsty and water would just not hit right now.” Her tone was cool, and it automatically soothed you. You knew she wouldn't care, but still, the whole situation frightened you. She marched over to the fridge and swiftly opened it, searching for juice. “Found it! And it’s the good stuff, no pulp. I fucking hate pulp.” Your dad had a job as a lawyer at a private practice, and your mom had been organizing closets ever since he hit it big. They have always been such good parents to you, showing you the way to treat people you love and people you hate more. 

“You want a cup?” You questioned, your eyes narrowing as a smile spread over your face. “Bitch, I want three.”

And that's how you ended up here. Maddy was taking a quick shower and getting ready in your bathroom after babysitting Theo for a couple of hours. Charlie, a boy in your grade, was hosting a party that night and Maddy was adamant on dragging you there. 

“And then Theo was all like, ‘Don’t leave Mads! Will you be back tomorrow?’ And I was all like ‘You couldn’t keep me away if you wanted to.’ I actually believe this boy is the most precious baby ever.”

She told a different variation of the same story every Friday night. You loved her though, so would never say anything. The way she spoke about Theo made you so happy, and seeing the joy on both of their faces when you came over to swim with them was the highlight of your days. Theo had been your neighbor since his family moved in a few months ago, and your sunny memories with him were laced with happy giggles and the smell of coconut sunscreen.

“That's great! Are you ready yet?” You yelled back, finishing your makeup and you looked yourself over in the mirror. It wasn’t your best work, but you still looked good as fuck.  Exactly as you should. Purr. 

“Almost! Can you get me some edge gel? Also, do we have mixers left?” Maddy asked, popping her head out of your bathroom door. 

“Yes to the gel, no to mixers. Why?” 

“Fuck, Cass said the parties out. Fucking idiot, all he’s been talking about for weeks yet can’t plan a fucking party.” Maddy groaned, rolling her eyes and getting back to her makeup. 

In fear of making her take longer, you sprayed extra perfume on your neck, between your collarbone and neck making sure that when you walked by people knew it was you. Maddy storms out of your bathroom wearing a little pink dress and black heels. She picks up her keys and grabs her purse before turning around to look you in the eyes. “Get in the car bitch, we’re leaving.”

The ride to the party was loud and chaotic, making you genuinely smile for the first time in almost a week. Maddy had already nearly crashed into two cars, screaming at drivers and slapping the horn every time someone got a little too close. You made the mental note to never let her drive again. 

As you drove some more, Maddy took a turn down a street that automatically filled you with dread. “Charlie's house isn’t down this road.” You expressed, fiddling with your seatbelt as she drove in the parking lot. 

“Duh. I’m not stupid. I’m getting mixers. Remember?” She turned off the music but left the car on. As she turned to face you, she sighed and shut her eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. But this is the only place open for twenty miles. You coming or not?” 

You reluctantly stepped out of the car, your feet narrowly missing each other as you stumbled to the front door of the gas station. You didn’t even drink that much before you got in the car, but being here heightened your senses and made you feel so out of your depth. 

The bell jingles as you walk in, alerting the child at the front desk of your presence. 

“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Ash asked, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Buying...stuff. Why?” You replied, following on Maddy’s heels as she led you through the store, holding one of your hands in her own. 

“Why? ‘Cause we own this place. Where have you been? He’s been worried sick.” He snapped back, attempting to get your attention as Maddy placed your shit on the counter. 

“She's been with me. Can you hurry, please? We’re in a rush to get to a party.” Maddy reciprocates, annoyance in her tone as he rings up your stuff slowly. 

You watch Ash’s face turn from puzzlement to smugness. Why does he look like that all of a sudden? Did your awkwardness entertain him?

“Well, have fun. You might wanna limit the drinkin’ Y/N. You're already looking a little deer-legged.” He chirped, putting the bag on the counter and shoving the receipt into the paper bag. 

“Have a great day! Cunt.” Maddy whispers under her breath. “Ready to go?”

-

You couldn’t lie, you were drunk as fuck. You had lost Maddy a while ago to dance with Cass, and your feet at this point were practically all blisters. You finally found tranquility in Cassie's arms, grinding on her as the music bumped in the speakers. 

“I need to pee! I’ll be right back.” You slurred, kissing her on the cheek before running off in search of a bathroom. You felt so lightheaded, but your need to pee pushed you forward. Stumbling through the kitchen, you were met by a set of piercing blue eyes that you could never forget. Typical. 

That’s what Ash was laughing about.

Automatically, he’s by your side. “Yo, you okay kid?” He asked, placing his drink down on the table to get to your side faster. “I’m fine.” You replied, pushing past people to get away faster. Being that close to him made you shy, still not ready to process the feelings that resurfaced because of that night.

“Hol’ up! I’m tryna talk to you.” He chases you into the hallway, matching your steps as he jogs next to you.

“Where we goin’?” He questions, looking side to side as he nods to people as they pass. “Somewhere quieter. Can’t do this here.” You answer, shaking the anxious feeling growing in your stomach as the situation dawns on you. He promised he wouldn't say anything. 

As you enter a small room with just a desk and some bookshelves, you take a deep breath and plop in the desk chair. This must be Charlie's dad's office. 

“Holy fuck, you can’t take a hint, can you?” You pester, narrowing your eyes and you look anywhere but Fez. “I obviously don’t want to talk.” 

“I don’ really care.” He sits in the chair adjacent to you. You both sit in silence as you refuse to speak. You can hear him let out a breath, and the sound from the party downstairs leaks through the floorboards. Surprisingly, you don’t feel uncomfortable. You always feel safe around him. 

“You see the karaoke machine?” He prods, nodding down the hall. You cock your head to the side, shaking your head as you go back to staring at the wall.

“That’s ‘ight. I’m not finna leave you.” 

“Is that right?” You question, setting him up. 

“Yeah?” He answers, brows furrowing as you laugh drily. 

“You already did. Last year.” You gain the nerve to look him in the eyes. 

He sighs. “That was different. Look, I'm not fightin' witchu. I just don’ wanna leave you alone right now.”

“God, I’m fine!” You complain. The babying from all your friends had to stop. It was driving you crazy. “I’ll talk about anything other than what you want to talk about.” You bite out.

“Uh..did you hear about that new girl?” He asks, pulling a blunt out of his shirt pocket and lighting it. He takes a few hits before offering it to you. Extending an olive branch. You take it.

He always has the good shit. You cough as you inhale deeply, feeling the world's problems get smaller as you relax back in your seat. As you go to take another hit, he snatches the blunt out of your hand. 

“What the fuck? I wasn’t done.” You whine, giving him puppy dogs eyes and making grabby hands.

“Nah. You said you fine. You gettin’ treated like you fine.” He laughs, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth as his smile grows. "This, this is mine."

You slump your shoulders and roll your eyes. “Your brother was a dick to me today.”

“I heard. He said you wern’ too fond of him either. Yo friend? Maddy? Called him a cunt.” He looks you in the eyes. “You know he like twelve, right?”

“He was acting like a cunt.” 

“Watch yo mouth. That’s family.” He replies. “I saw you doin’ real good in soccer this year.” 

“Meh. Could be worse.” The weed has started to mix in your system as you and Fez are suddenly interrupted by a couple stumbling in and shutting the door behind them. You can hear them gasping and laughing, but they don't seem to care about you two. 

“Yo. Occupied.” Fez says, shaking his head. You go to look at the faces-

“Maddy? Nate?” 

They both step apart quickly as Nate wipes his mouth clean. Maddy looks at you sheepishly, smiling boldly and she grabs onto his bicep. When she looks at the boy in front of you, she loses her smile quickly.

“Is that Fezco? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh hell no. We’re leaving right now.” You answer, getting more and more aggravated as the conversation starts to turn on you. You stand quickly, grabbing her wrist and you storm down the hall. 

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t want to leave yet! Me and Nate are-”

“You and Nate are toxic.” Maddy looks at you again, venom starting to show through her face. You’re both intoxicated, and this can't end well. You know what you have to do, but your morals stop you for a minute. 

Screw this.

“Look Maddy, you wanted to be here. Not me. I can’t do this anymore. I'm so sick of being out. I wanna go home. Please?” You will your eyes to fill with tears, and with the strength of God they do. Her eyes widen and then her face morphs from irritation to pity. 

“I’m sorry baby.” She wraps you up into a hug. Her nails scratch your back lightly, and you swear you could fall asleep in her arms. “Let's go home.” 

You search the room one last time in search of Fez, but you can’t find him. You spend the rest of the night punching yourself for not saying goodbye. 

-

As you wash your makeup off, your phone rings. The screen lights up and fills your bathroom. As you look at the phone and see his name, you swear your heart stops. Maybe he’s thinking about it too?

fez, two-thirteen am:

do they always follow whatchu say?

you, two-thirteen am:

no, barely ever. I’m having a bad week tho, remember?

fez, two-fourteen am:

i believe you. well, goodnight

it was real nice talking to you btw

we should do it again soon 

when you sober or not crying 

You leave it on read. 

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an: hi all!! sorry this took so long, but i wanted to make sure i liked it before i uploaded it. let me know what you think! hope everyone is doing well :))

word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of toxic home life, ash being ash, fluff and some agnst

pairings: fez x reader, maddy x reader (platonic), cassie x reader (platonic), ash x reader (platonic)

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mommy <3, six-twenty-six pm: 

Early dinner tonight, we’re having a family meeting. Come on down in five, please. 

me, six-twenty-seven:

kk be there soon

Odd. You always saw each other at dinner, so sitting down with the sole purpose of serious talking was a foreign concept. Your family barely ever had family meetings. You pull yourself out of bed, making sure to grab a pair of socks before you go downstairs. Having bare feet at the dinner table was one thing your mother never allowed. 

“Do they know yet?” Your sister whispers, her voice journeying from the foyer to up the stairs that you were walking down. 

What? Your family never kept things from each other. You searched for your father's voice, strong and fair, but it wasn’t there. He should have been home by now. 

“Why the fuck is Rory here?” Your brother exclaims, almost pushing you down the stairs as he bounds past you. You're still not sure why he goes two steps at a time, seeing as he's broken his ankle twice because of it, but you deduce it down to freshman boy syndrome. Seeing that you were now officially the last kid left, you put on the gas a bit and walked quicker to the dining room. 

“What's going on?” You question, faced with your sister who must have come home from college for this and your little brother who dropped into the seat next to her as soft music plays from speakers leading to the kitchen. Your mother looks at you with teary, hollow eyes as her shoulders drop. 

“Have a seat, honey. This will be quick, I promise.”

-

When your alarm clock goes off, you almost pick it up, unplug it, and fling it out the window. You can't stand Mondays. You genuinely think they might have been fine if it wasn’t for the weekly Italian tests and intolerable complaining from teachers. 

You wake slowly, shaking out your shoulders and stretching your back before going to the bathroom to wash your face. It had been two nights since the party, since you last saw him. You want to lie and say that you didn’t think of it once after you left, but you did. You thought of it every day. 

You pick out an outfit, which consists of jeans and a cute little top. Your style had morphed into a love baby of Cassie's and Maddy's when you became a trio, with each of your closets filled with each other's clothes. You check your phone quickly and see that it’s eight-ten. You’re ten minutes ahead of schedule before you get a notification.

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-ten am:

yo

you, eight-ten am:

what

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-ten am:

why you so mean

it’s like eight in the mornin’

you, eight-eleven am:

i’m ignoring you now

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-eleven am:

nah chill

this is the first time you answered me back all weekend

you, eight-twelve am:

yeah well

i’ve been busy

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-twelve am:

doin’ what 

you, eight-twelve am:

drugs 

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-twelve am:

haha

you funny in the am

you, eight-thirteen am:

yeah

you’d know if you didn’t ghost me for a year

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-thirteen am:

ouch 

you breaking my heart 

i’m here now, arn’ i?

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-eighteen am:

ma?

you, eight-nineteen am:

i’m ghosting you 

fez (DO NOT RESPOND), eight-nineteen am:

as long as you text me back soon you can act mad all you want

You smile to yourself as you lace up your sneakers and you jog out of your room. You are about three steps out the door before you backstep quickly, getting some food and making sure to feed your hamsters. You got three years ago after convincing someone that you'd be awesome co-parents. He'd decided you'd have sole custody though, since he had an actual child to worry about. 

Blowing him a quick kiss, you descend down the stairs from your attic bedroom and knock on your brother's door. “T-minus twenty minutes, Josh!” You yell, making a cautious walk over the hockey sticks that line the hallway to his door. 

When you pass by your mom's room, you make sure to be lighter on your feet. You only saw her twice this weekend, once when she used the bathroom, and the other time when she stopped to eat dinner with the rest of the family. She left five minutes in, tears hitting the table as she quickly stood and retreated to her room.

When you make it to the kitchen, you witness your sister making you breakfast. You get out the apple juice, making sure to envelop her in a hug and flick her ear before grabbing glasses for the three of you, along with plates and silverware. 

“How's mom?” You ask, pouring each cup full and starting to set the table.

“She’s healing.” Your sister responds bluntly. You couldn’t blame her for being bitter, as her whole life was flipped upside down after your father was exposed for doing what he did. She had to leave college to help take care of the family, and the fact that she stepped up makes you so thankful. Older sisters are the best.

“Is that french toast?” Josh asks, slugging into the room and wiping his eyes. You hate how boys can get away with going to school in their pajamas. 

“Yes,” Rory responds while placing two pieces on each plate. “Eat.” She kisses the side of his head while taking a seat next to you. 

The three of you eat in serenity for the next couple of minutes, listening to the birds chirp and watching the fish in the tank swim lazily. You loved your siblings so much. Rory, your sister, was twenty, and Josh was fifteen. You just enjoyed being the middle child at eighteen. For sure. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. All jokes aside, the three of you evened each other out perfectly and you were so grateful for them for keeping you in line when you went a little crazy. 

"Is it good?" Rory asks, insecurity creasing in her features. You hated how she always doubted herself. She was so wonderful, but she could never see it. 

"I hate it. Honestly, Rory." Josh deadpans, her face falling instantly. "You need to buy a cookbook or something." He teases, stuffing his mouth full with more food as he smiles charismatically. 

“Hey Alexa, play Monday Morning by Maroon 5!” You shout, standing up and putting your plates in the sink as you go and get your keys from the holder next to the door. You jokingly dance around your kitchen, using the maple syrup as a microphone and pointing at your siblings as they watch with amusement. “Joshy, in the car!”

Your brother rolls his eyes and stands up while rubbing his hands over his face. You set the can back on the counter and find your purse as you walk to the pantry to grab your lunch. Scooby snacks, peanut butter, and an apple. Top class shit. 

“Y/N, you have practice tonight, seven to nine! Mom will be there to pick you up. Josh, your practice ends at nine-thirty, and Mikey’s mom is driving you home. I’m going out to yoga tonight, so I'll see you when I see you. Love you!” Your sister expresses, handing Josh his bag as she kisses you on the head. 

“Love you!” You and Josh holler out before opening the door to the garage. 

-

“So you walked in on them?” Cassie asks, her brows furrowed as she dips a carrot in hummus and pops it into her mouth. 

“Technically, they walked in on us, so...” 

“I can’t believe he actually is talking to you again.” She rolls her eyes, a pout on her lips as she breathes out a deep breath. “Like what changed after a year? Why is he just now coming to comfort you? Did you tell him about your dad?” Fantastic. More dad talk.

“I mean everyone kinda knows now, so…” You bypass the question quickly, getting her attention as you mumble, “He’s been like…really nice. And he texts me almost every day.” 

She chokes as water flies out her mouth and she holds her hands up, telling you to pause. It takes her another twenty seconds to catch her breath. “I’m sorry, what? Every day?” Her jaw hangs open, eyes blinking fast and head shaking in disbelief. “You don’t answer, right?”

“I do. Sometimes.” You respond, taking a napkin off the table and wiping up Cassie's mess before you sign deeply. “This isn’t about me though. This is about Maddy and Nate.”

“Right. So, why did you make us leave early?” 

“Because they were hooking up! And Nate actually like…strangled her!” You half-whisper, half shout and you try to convey the direness of the situation. 

“What if he’s different now?” Cassie asks, hope in her voice as she smiles at you in a way that's so inexplicably Cassie. You yearn for her ability to see the good in people. But anyone with two eyes can see that Nate is never going to change. She cocks her head to the side as she scans your face. “What?”

“Sorry, but no. Nate is never changing. Not unless Nate gets an expensive therapist and a new family. His dad is so fucking scary looking.” You peep out, shivering dramatically and the mention of Cal. You fucking hated Cal.

“I know I’m going back, but does Maddy know? Because she like, hates him.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask, deflating as you think back to your past conversation. You adore Cassie, but the speed at which she moves from idea to idea tires you sometimes. Especially nowadays. 

“Fez?” You recall. She nods. “Maddy hates him because I used to hate him.”

“Humph.” She nods, taking a bite out of her salad as she blocks her mouth with her hand as she chews. 

“Ugh, what Cass?” You question as you slump your shoulders and put your head down on your table.

“Nothing. It’s just…you said used. That you used to hate him.” You glance up and lock eyes as she smiles goofily. 

-

Practice ended twenty minutes ago. Your mom promised she would come, and she didn’t. You should have been surprised, but you knew this morning that without Rory coming to get you that you were never getting home. But you believed in her. You need to stop believing your parents.

You had already called Maddy, who was with Nate. Yuck. Cassie, Kat, and Lexi all followed, but none of them picked up their phones. You couldn’t have been mad, but the fact you had to walk thirty minutes home and no one could help you made you want to just sit down and sleep on the turf until someone found you the next day.

You sigh deeply and pull your jacket around you tighter, cold California night air leaking through your sleeves as you pull your soccer bag over your shoulders. You slip your AirPods in your ears and play your throwback playlist as you get to walking.

You were about a quarter of the way home when a car stopped next to you. You automatically start to walk faster, wanting to get out of this situation before anything could get worse for you. When you still see the lights shining against the asphalt in front of you, your heart starts to race and you go from jogging to full out sprinting. 

You’re about three blocks away from where you started before the car honks three times. 

Wait. What? Three honks?

You look over quickly and sure enough, Fez is in the front seat looking disturbed as Ash looks through you and the house behind your back. Of course, Fez would remember your secret code. You slip an AirPod out of your ear and look at him dumbfounded.

“What the fuck?” You both ask in unison.

“Why are you all the way over here alone? They ain’ no lights over here.” Fez questions, staring at you in a way that makes you feel embarrassed. 

“I couldn’t find a ride.” You respond sheepishly, allowing yourself to look away from him and towards the stop sign to your right.

“Where’s your friend? The one from Friday?” Ash snaps, completely disinterested with the conversation going on. He couldn’t believe that Fez had stopped the car after what Maddy did to him. "Why ain't you in her car?"

“Maddy’s with Nate.” You bite back, jaw clenching as you attain your nerve back. “Are you stopping me just to make fun of me? Because if so I’m cold and tired, and I want to get home. So please keep it to yourself.” You start walking away, tears filling your eyes as the toll of everything weighs hefty on your shoulders.

“Ayo kid, wait!” Fez yells, pulling the car up next to you. “Get in the car.”

“What?” You and Ash say at the same time.

“Get in.” Fez looks at you in the eyes, and again you get lost in the blue. “Look, I’m not lettin’ you walk home, so get in or I’m finna drag you in here.” You can tell by the look on his face that he’s not kidding. You sign once, blinking back your tears as you open the backseat door and toss your bag in. 

“Thanks.” You mutter out, crossing your arms over your chest and putting on your seat heater. 

“Thank you.” Fez replies, making eye contact with you in the mirror. 

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“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that next time I see that kid, I’m finna pop his shit.” Ash exclaims, sniping a fake Nate through the windshield. 

You don’t know how you ended up here. This was becoming an alarmingly common occurrence in your life and the feeling was growing very old. You ate your fries in silence as Fez and Ash ate McFlurries in the seats in front of you. 

“Man, you ain’ poppin’ nobody.” Fez says, smiling fondly at his brother. Ever since you two met, there was no denying how much Fez loved his brother. So when Ash begged him to stop for an M&M McFlurry, there was really no question on his part. 

“Really? I ain't poppin' nobody?” Ash turns, facing you and grinning smugly. “Wassup baby? Can I pop you? Not like ina killing type way. The other way.”

Your eyes bulge out of his head as you finally understands what he meant. Ash wants to pop your cherry? What the fuck is wrong with kids?

You can hear Fez protesting immediately as your cheeks go red at the thought of even speaking about something so adult in front of little Ashy. “Think about it Y/N! You could make him mad by hooking up with his baby brother and I get to get with a hot girl.” He implores you to agree with him, and through his puppy-dog eyes, you can see his adolescence. 

“Thinking.” You reply, catching Fez’s eye as he lays his head on the steering wheel. "Are you serious, Y/N?" Fez mumbles out, turning up the music as he looks over at Ash with affection. You can see his smile. Damn. 

He shakes his head lightly while pushing Ash back into his seat with one of his hands. 

“Okay. I’ve decided.” You answer, smirking playfully to the little boy in the seat. You see his eyes widen in the mirror with satisfaction as he believes that he has finally triumphed. 

“No.”

Fez busts out laughing while glancing at you through the mirror. You can’t help but laugh back, the genuine humor of the moment making your heart swell. Everything feels so natural. You’re not sure when, but Fez stops laughing at some point and just stares at your smile. You’re a magnet to him.

“Man, I didn’t even want you anyways.” Ash states, rolling his eyes as he scowls out the window.

“Why you mad, kid? You set yo self up.” Fez states, noticing the time on the car clock. “Put yo seatbelt on, we gotta get this kid home.”

-

“Well, thanks for stopping.” You answer, grabbing your bag from the ground and unbuckling the seatbelt as Fez comes to a stop in front of your driveway. 

“Anytime. And you call me next time you need something, ‘ight?” Fez presses, turning slightly to face you as you leave his vehicle. 

“Will do.” You answer, giving him a natural smile as you shake your head.

“Promise?” Fez questions, doubt wavering in vis voice.

“For fucks sake man, can we go home?” Ash snaps, still mad from the trick you pulled on him in the parking lot. Boys get so angry so easily. How can someone so small be so mean?

Fez is immediately is on him about being rude to guests, but the argument turns into a fight quickly. You feel bad as you eavesdrop, but it’s hard not to when you're the topic of choice. 

“Man, you such a pushover, it’s wild.”

“You have to treat women with respect in my car. I don’t what you do at school, but in here you shut yo mouth and listen to me.”

“Why are you acting like you own her? She don' want you, bro! She's makin' that very clear. ”

“Listen, kid-”

“I’m just gonna…” You slowly back out of the car, tip-toeing quietly to slip out of their conversation. “Wait!” Fez yells, rolling down his window to catch you one last time. “Goodnight.” He flashes you one of the goofiest smiles you've ever seen him put on. You swear he’s never looked sweeter. 

You want to smash the walls down. More than anything. But what he did to you, what happened between the two of you…you just couldn’t get over it so soon. You decide a smile won't hurt anyone, though.

-

Laying in your bed, you couldn’t stop grinning. How could he have changed so much in a year? His beard was longer now, but his freckles were more pronounced. A new scar lined his eyebrow, but his skin looked just as clear as always. 

You hold your phone to your chest as you subconsciously wait to hear it ding lightly and echo through the room. This routine had become sort of a schedule for the two of you now, a new text message every morning and every night. Just as you were about to check, the phone buzzed in your hand. 

fez, ten-fifty-one: 

i had a bad feeling tonight. was i right?

you, ten-fifty-one:

depends on what you describe as bad

i was a little sad

more cold than anything tbh

is ash still mad at me?

fez, ten-fifty-two: 

you need a better coat

i have one if you want it

‘n ash is more concerned with his math hw, so no

you, ten-fifty-two:

he’s still having trouble with that?

fez, ten-fifty-three: 

he never stopped 

i gtg soon, i got business in the am

jus' wanted to text you one last time

but you can text me and i’ll answer in the morning

you, ten-fifty-four:

don't care didn’t ask :)

i promise btw

fez, ten-fifty-five: 

??

you, ten-fifty-five:

i promise to call you when i’m in trouble 

or like 

when i need a ride or whatever

fez, ten-fifty-six: 

music to my ears 

goodnight, ma

you, ten-fifty-six:

night fez 

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