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[sunshinebunnie]

How to Bring a Gun to a Knife Fight (A Fexi fic)

Lexi tosses and turns all night until Cassie finally snaps, “God, Lexi! Just go sleep on the fucking couch already! Some of us actually care about how we look and would actually like to get some fucking sleep. I’m gonna be so fucking pissed if you make me look puffy and bloated tomorrow from listening to your bullshit all night!” 

She doesn’t go downstairs, but she does at least go across the hall to the bathroom. Opening up the built-in medicine cabinet, she pulls out the bottle of Tylenol PM and shakes two into her palm. Lexi’s honestly not even sure if they work, but Ethan swears by them, so she figures she’ll try.

It’s not like they’re real drugs after all.

The epiphany hits her like an Acme piano crushing Wile E. Coyote.

Fezco.

Fezco is a….. drug dealer . ( Even her mind whispers the term, as if not even thinking the words out loud will somehow make them less true. )

Lexi has never been a fan of weapons–and of guns, in particular–but she can’t deny that after Nate broke into her house (in the weeks since it happened she’s increasingly come to believe Cassie told him where the Hide-A-Key was at some point), she would feel safer if she had some better way of protecting herself.

At first, she’d thought about getting a taser or some mace, but both of those would require her getting much closer to Nate than she feels safe doing given how much longer his arms are than hers. The risk that he’d overpower her and then use her self-defense tool of choice to incapacitate her simply carried too much risk. 

A gun though…

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Thanks again to the lovely @kotylynnemerrill for the great prompt concept!!

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౨ৎ CONCEPTS MASTERLIST

౨ৎ OUTER BANKS

→ john b routledge. / jj maybank. / sarah cameron. / kiara carrera. / pope heyward. / cleo anderson. / rafe cameron. / topper thornton. / barry. / kelce. / ward cameron.

౨ৎ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

→ damon salvatore. / stefan salvatore. / elena gilbert. / caroline forbes. / bonnie bennett. / katherine pierce. / jeremy gilbert. / klaus mikaelson. / elijah mikaelson. / kol mikaelson. / rebekah mikaelson. / marcel gerard. / kai parker. / tyler lockwood.

౨ৎ FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

→ william afton. / michael afton. / henry emily. / mike schmidt. / vanessa shelly.

౨ৎ STRANGER THINGS

→ steve harrington. / eddie munson. / billy hargrove. / nancy wheeler. / robin buckley. / jonathan byers. / chrissy cunningham. / jim hopper. / dmitiri antonov.

౨ৎ EUPHORIA

→ rue bennett. / maddy perez. / cassie howard. / nate jacobs. / lexi howard. / kat hernandez. / jules vaughn. / fezco.

౨ৎ SUPERNATURAL

→ dean winchester. / sam winchester.

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[thedarkestgreys]

#29 fexi

hello darling 🩶

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Lexi is not an idiot, she knows Fezco had a past before her - he was a good looking guy who happened to have access to all sorts of illegal things, it’s not a far fetched concept to think that girls hadn’t been interested in him before her. But she also knows, logically, that none of the prior girls that had found their way into his bed have ever meant more than an occasional hookup.

So the fact that she’s feeling a little green eyed monster about the leggy blonde who’s laughing too hard at everything her secret boyfriend has to say at this party they both find themselves at is completely unexpected and a little overwhelming. And Rue, who is not remotely in the know about the exact nature of the relationship between her best friend and former drug dealer, isn’t helping that fact at all by her commentary on the scene playing out in front of them.

“I guess Sierra is back in town,” Rue says with a tone of disgust. “I hope Fezco’s not dumb enough to hook up with her skank ass again.”

Lexi takes a long sip of her mixed drink in order to force herself not to respond, lest she blow the cover off this whole private relationship she and Fezco have going on right now.

It’s like he knows she’s thinking about him then, because Fez’s eyes find hers from across the room and he’s excusing himself from the group around him and making a beeline to where she and Rue are milling about - much to the disappointment of the blonde girl and to Lexi’s utter delight.

“Wassup ladies,” her boyfriend says, posting up on the wall beside them while covertly brushing his fingers against the hem of her skirt. “You two having a good night?”

Rue notes Jules walking in the front door just as Lexi’s about to answer, throwing a hasty excuse to the two of them as she rushes off to see her girlfriend, leaving Lexi and Fezco to their own devices.

He takes the opportunity to lean in a little closer, knowing well enough no one at this party is going to give a fuck that their favorite drug dealer is chatting up the high strung theater girl. “You look fine as hell tonight baby, we both know that, so why you giving that girl who was talking to me the death glare? Didn’t think you’d be the jealous type.”

She wants to argue she’s not but Lexi knows when she’s been caught and the look Fez is giving her tells her he’s got her number on this.

Thankfully he’s the one to reassure her. “Don’t trip about it baby, you and I both know that no one’s getting in between us or this thing we got goin’ on. Not even some girl I used to hook up with back in day, s’only you for me Lex, forreal.”

[lemon0ak]

Go read my small fic inspired by plentyoflexi s gif and concept of High Fezco dealing with tipsy Lexi

[egojock]

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ ( rue )

darker vibes prompt ( accepting! )

she thinks so fucking lowly of him, understandably so, and the goading sound of her voice has the desired reaction. his hackles are raised, tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek with irritation. when he put his hands on maddy, it'd been because she was so comfortable airing truths he himself wasn't comfortable with, emasculating and humiliating him. there was no excuse for his actions, his immutable rage, but nate resorted to violence in specific situations -- mainly when he was being provoked or taunted about his sexuality. at times, he can't help but be impulsive and reactive, but nate erred on the side of careful calculation. being in rue's presence unnerves him. addicts were manipulative and charismatic, because that's how they get their fix. at this point in his life, the manipulation felt like a gentle breeze blowing on his face and the concept of putting his hands on rue seemed so laughable when he's seen her walk into door facings or struggle to stay upright. "i know you like to self-destruct in any way possible, but do you think i was born yesterday?" he questions, letting out a derisive snort as he folds his arms against his chest to meet rue with a measured look. nate would characterize rue the way people would most addicts, as unreliable and impulsive, but he knows that despite her incessant substance abuse that she's got her wits about her. enough for nate to be suspicious and wonder what the play was here. despite the tension and animosity, he didn't hate rue. he just didn't like to deal with wild cards. she was difficult, unapologetically obtrusive and not as malleable as other girls in his life. "don't tell me fezco's hiding around the corner ready to bludgeon me with another fucking smirnoff bottle." he doesn't understand their relationship, how fezco's simultaneously holding her back in life but trying to protect her from the big bad nate jacobs. he was literally a drug-dealing gangster with a heart of gold, and somehow more trustworthy in her eyes. maybe if nothing else, another head injury could bring him some much needed perspective. his defensive posture falters and he brings a tired up to scrub over his face, brows pinched. he'll level with her. "look, i've kind of had a long day, so can you give me something more to work with or find some new and exciting way to destroy your body that doesn't come with consequences for me personally?"

[starrynightwriter]

Signs as Euphoria Quotes

Aries: “I hate everyone else in the world but you.” - Jules (Aries can harbor a lot of anger-- their Greek god is Ares, the god of war, after all! But let them in and they’ll fight for you until their dying breath.)

Taurus: “I like the way I dressed you, but I’m worried I fucked with your gender expression.” - Jules (Tauruses are materialistic with a love of fashion but also a love for their friends who they deeply care about. They yearn to protect their loved ones while also seeking to understand them.)

Gemini: “First of all, ew. Second of all, ew.” - Maddy (Superficial on the surface level, Geminis are funny and relatable.)

Cancer: “Everybody gets their feelings hurt. Some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.” - Fezco (Cancers at their best are emotional geniuses who understand that people sometimes require harsh words; this ability to be compassionate yet brutally honest is what many cancers struggle with.)

Leo: “90% of life is confidence, and the thing about confidence is that no one knows if it’s real or not.” - Maddy (Leos are by far the most confident sign, but don’t be fooled-- it may just all be a facade.)

Virgo: “I feel like I’ve lived most of my life in my imagination, taking the smallest moments and dreaming them up into something bigger.” - Lexi (Virgos as writers obsess over every detail and are capable of creating elaborate, detailed worlds and characters in their heads.)

Libra: “I just showed up without a map or a compass, and at some point, you have to make a choice…about who you are and what you want.” - Rue (Libras need to be decisive in order to be their ultimate selves, but this is what they struggle with most. But sometimes, you just need to experience things as they come and make your choices after.)

Scorpio: "I feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it." - Cassie (A dark quote for a dark sign, this cynical outlook might be experienced by scorpios, especially those that are in or recovering from tumultuous relationships.)

Sagittarius: “It’s not her fault. She’s a writer.” - Suze Howard (Sagittariuses are wanderers and the constant change of scenery may have them feeling inspired to pen their travels. While some people may judge them for being so nomadic, it might just be because they constantly crave freshness.)

Capricorn: “Memories exist outside of time.” - Rue (Cronus, Capricorn’s god, is associated with the concept of time.)

Aquarius: “At least for me, being trans is spiritual.” - Jules (If you aren’t transgender, take this as how being yourself can feel like a spiritual journey of sorts. Aquariuses are so unique that they are considered eccentric, so to be authentic may be effortless for those who embrace their individuality and harder for those who resist it.)

Pisces: “I want to be as beautiful as the ocean.” - Jules (An aquatic quote for a constellation of fishes, pisces are dreamers that may appreciate beauty more than the average person.) 

[strangerquinns]

Could You?

Fezco x Female Reader

warnings: violence, blood, mention of drugs and basic Euphoria themes.

words: 1.5k+

You have been by Fezco’s side since childhood. The two of you going through thick and thin together. But at the two of you grow up it’s hard to keep the lines between friendship and love blurred.

You had known Fez since the two of you were kids. You’d grown up in the house next door to his grandma. You remember how quiet he was when you first tried to play with him. Those blue eyes shone towards you and the freckles that danced along his skin. You didn’t understand it then, but now you knew, Fez was your person.

You helped him with Ashtray after he just suddenly appeared in his and his grandma’s life. It fascinated you how much older he acted even though he was still a kid. And when his grandmother got sick and he had to take over the family business, you were there. He never involved you in the business aspect but you made sure to keep an eye on Ash whenever he needed it.

The only one he trusted fully outside of his family. He knew that you’d be by his side no matter what. Fez cherished the friendship that was between the two of you. Even if the two of you knew deep down there was something more there.

Fezco remembers his grandmother telling him to never fall in love. That it was an emotion that he couldn't trust. But that rule didn't apply to you.

Fez was someone you could read like the back of your hand. This is why you couldn’t understand why you didn’t catch what was going on.

You should’ve known the moment he took his sweater off. But you watched as he moved through the crowd of people towards the other side of the room. Your stomach dropped for a second when you saw who he was walking towards. To say Fezco has been tense the last few weeks since the raid would be an understatement.

Your attention was pulled away when you heard your name being whispered harshly in your ear. You turned your eyes to see Ashtray beside you.

“Car is leaving soon if you want a ride outta ‘ere,” He spoke, his face cast in complete seriousness.

Before you could even say a word he was gone, disappearing into the crowd with his bag strapped at his back. You stood from the chair you were sitting at and looked towards Lexi. She had the same look on her face as well.

“Catch you later, Lex” You spoke.

You didn’t follow Ash like you knew that you should’ve. But your gut told you that Fez needed you. So you stayed.

The moment you saw the bottle crash across Nate Jacob’s face it was like everything moved in slow motion. You watched as Fezco’s fists met with Nate’s face over and over again. The room exploded into chaos as you heard Maddy and Cassie scream. The moment Nate was thrown to the ground you moved through the crowd and pushed people out of your way. You saw Cassie try and push Fez off but only was thrown to the ground herself.

“Fez! Fez!” You screamed the moment you were close enough. You saw the blood across his knuckles and the floor, spraying into the air every time his fist landed. Your hand wrapped around his arm and pulled on it.

Fez looked up towards you and his eyes were dark and his face cast with a look that you were familiar with. A look that you knew that his anger was at a point of nearly no return.

“Let’s go!” You shouted and pulled on his arm again.

Fez moved from atop of Nate Jacob’s and allowed you to pull him out. You looked over your shoulder and watched as Maddy and Cassie tried to carry Nate out. The moment you walked out into the cool air it was like for a moment you were able to breathe.

Fez reached down and grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the car, Ashtray already behind the wheel with the car already running. Fezco slid into the passenger seat as you climbed into the back. Ashtray didn’t even wait for the doors to be closed before he was peeling out onto the road. The entire drive back to the house was tense and silent.

Fezco could feel the anger radiating off you as you sat in the backseat, face turned to look towards the window.

When the three of you got back to their home you immediately searched for the first aid kit that was in the bathroom. When you walked back out you saw Fezco in the kitchen and Ash sitting in the living room. He warily looked between the two of you. It was rare for either of you to be mad at the other. But whenever it happened he knew it was best to stay out of it.

You scoffed as you watched him try to clean the blood from his hands in the kitchen sink.

"Stop it, you're going to make it worse." You spoke before grabbing his hands and turning off the sink.

"I got it ma," Fezco mumbled but stopped talking the moment you looked up towards him through your lashes.

"I can't believe you fucking did that." You spoke, your tone was even and it sort of scared Fez. He felt it would be better to have you screaming at him.

"He had to be taken care of. You know I 'ouldn't let that shit go." Fezco explained as you reached to grab a few cotton pads and the rubbing alcohol. He hissed the moment it was pressed against his bruised skin.

"Nate's dad owns half this fuckin' town, Fez. If he wanted to he could have your ass in prison before you knew it."

"That ain't gonna happen, ma."

"How do you know that?" Your voice rose and you stepped back away from him. You could feel the tears rising to fill your eyes.

Fez pushed off the counter and moved towards you the moment he heard the sniffle.

"Don' cry...please, know I hate that..." He spoke softly, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

You shook your head and stepped out of his arms before reaching back into the first aid kit. Fez stood by and watched as a tear moved down your cheek. He didn't know what to do. He didn't regret what he did to Nate Jacobs. He had it coming the moment the cops were pounding on his front door.

"Ion know what you want me to say, y/n" Fezco spoke softly

"You don't have to say anything." You shook your head, making sure to clean off his knuckles, before applying the ointment. "Just was scared...usually you tell me things."

Fezco shook his head, "Not this time. Had to keep you safe."

"Same reason I couldn't come tonight to meet the new supplier?" You cocked a brow as you wrapped his knuckles. Fez looked towards you confused. "Ash told me."

Fez clicked through his teeth, "Don' listen to the kid. He 'on know what he talkin' bout."

You rolled your eyes and cleaned up the supplies. "Don't play that shit with me Fez. I've known what's up since we were kids. I don't know why you try and keep me in the dark."

"Cause I gotta protect you from shit sometimes."

Fezco reached and gently brushed the hair that had fallen into your face away. His eyes softened as he looked towards you and slowly you could feel the anger you had fade. It truly was hard for you to be mad at him.

You loved him.

"Who's gonna protect you then?" You asked, "Who's gonna protect you from shit?"

"That not ya job," Fezco spoke

"Why not? I can't stand by and let things happen...not when that could result in not having you anymore. Cause that can't happen, Fez, I can't lose you."

He softened and moved towards you again, holding you tightly as he pressed you against the counter. You could feel the edge of it pressing into your back but you didn't care. The smell of his cologne and weed surrounded you and began to calm you slowly.

"You're not gon' lose me." Fezco spoke, "Never, you hear me?"

You nodded your head against his chest before closing your eyes. Standing there in his arms calmed you a little bit but in the back of your mind, you knew that the threat of what happened tonight still loomed.

"Now let's get some sleep, ok?"

You pulled away and nodded your head, "Gonna shower quick first."

Fezco stood there and watched as you disappeared down the hall before turning into the bathroom. He let out a deep and heavy sigh before walking towards the living room where he knew Ash still sat. Ash looked towards him with a blank look on his face.

"You got somethin' to say too, kid?" Fezco spoke after a long moment of silence.

"When are the two of you gonna finally pull your heads outta ya'lls asses and just say how ya feel?"

Fezco's brows pulled together, "What are you talkin' bout?"

Ashtray stood from the couch and rolled his eyes "The two of you have been in love for fuckin' years and it's gettin' really annoyin that neither of ya'll sayin' anything."

Fezco watched his brother walk past him and go down the hall into his room.

You couldn't feel the same? Could you?

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way.” Fezco spoke to himself before heading towards him bedroom.

Part Two

[rues-daya]

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[yamahex]

Your a famous actor who is acting in euphoria and jack decided to come visit you but he got mad because he saw you getting close with Angus, and it turned into a huge argument! You can finish it!

Accusations

Jack decided to surprise you on set and take you out to lunch on your break. He walked through the building looking around for you, when his eyes fell upon you and Angus. The smile on his face immediately dropped.

The scene the two of you were currently filming was a too little intimate for Jack’s liking.

You stood behind Angus in your bra and underwear as the rest of the cast was damn near naked. His arm covered your semi-clothed body as you shook in fear. The bald actor grabbed you from behind Angus which caused him to reach out to you.

“Yo yo hold on man.” The curly haired actor stopped him.

“Woah there pretty boy I’ll fold yo shit right here.” The man held a gun under his chin.

The last part of the scene you shimmied your dress back on and looked at Angus.

“You good ma?” His hand caressed your cheek and you looked up at him with doe eyes. “I’m fine, that shit was scary though.”

He threw arm around your shoulder and brought you close to him. “Let’s go.” He placed a kiss against your head.

“Cut! That’s lunch!” The camera stopped recording and everyone went their separate ways.

“Aye good job, woulda thought you were scared for real.” You giggled.

“I Lowkey was.”

Your eyes made contact with Jack’s standing figure while the two of you walked off set.

“Babe? What are you doing here??” You walked up to him and gave him a hug.

“I wanted to surprise you and take you out for lunch.” His eyes looked at Angus from behind your back.

Angus looked down and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You pulled away and smiled. “What did you think of the scene?”

“We’ll talk about it later.” Your eyebrows raised in confusion and he grabbed your hand.

“I’ll see you later Angus.”

Jack pulled you into the parking lot roughly.

“Jack what the hell is your issue?!”

“Nothing I’m just hungry.” You smacked your lips and stopped walking.

“Seriously what is going on? I thought you came to be sweet not a asshole.”

“Are you fucking him?” Your face dropped.

“What?”

“Are you fucking Angus?”

“Why would you ask me some dumb shit like that?? No I’m not fucking Angus.” He crossed his arms.

“I see the way he looks at you.”

“So you assumed that I’m having sex with him? You sound ridiculous. We’re co workers, that’s all.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah okay.”

“Jack I can’t believe you think I’m cheating on you. I’ll remember that when some girl is grinding against you for a music video and you tell me not to overreact.” You turned back to walk into the building.

“Where are you going?”

“Sorry I don’t have much of a appetite anymore. You should go home. I’ll talk to you later. Maybe.

[faeaura]

girl next door au with euphoria?

small note: absolutely in loveeee with this. i don’t think anyone in the show fits this stereotype either! makes writing this a lil’ more significant.

girl next door au — euphoria.

being the girl next door in the whimsical world of euphoria. the girl that parents love and teachers adore. always helping the elderly couple across the street with their daily errands. volunteering at the soup kitchen on weekends, first one to arrive at ballet practice on tuesdays. senior girl scout, always flexing your badges. the wall above your bed decorated with cute pictures of you and your friends on vacation, the family portrait you drew when you were six at your grandma’s house, and a pretty pink shelf—holding all your ribbons and trophies from past and current accomplishments.

definitely a straight a student. hands in assignments a day early. you’re quick to do an extra credit assignment even when you don’t really need the bonus points. other than the girls you met at the dance studio, you don’t really have that many friends at school. people still know who you are though, rue bennett being one of them. she often finds herself being attracted to your warm nature. your friendliness is very alluring to her.

you met her friend once. it was at a sleepover at maddy perez’s house. a nice girl, but you know better than to get on her bad side. you met lexi, rue’s childhood best friend. you got along with her very well. the two of you bonded over books, music, and poetry. when she gave you her number, you saved it quickly. it’s taking you some time to get used to the other girls, you’re not sure if you fit in with them well. it’s worth a try, though.

[http-alexademie]

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[pixelated-pogues]

Undesired Vacancy (Fezco)

Summary: There's a vacancy in his life where you'd typically sit after an argument over beating Nate Jacobs at the New Years Eve party. Pairing: Fezco x reader Inspired by: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, cursing, argument, mentions of Rue's overdose. Gif Creds: @euphoriabrasil

The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

Wiping his hands on the towel hanging from the wall, Fez meets his own gaze in the pristine mirror in front of him. His palms meet the cool granite of the counter, alleviating some of the pressure weighing on his shoulders with an exhausted sigh. He studies himself silently for a few moments, his cerulean eyes taking in all of the evident signs that he's worn out from the shitty week that had ensued, with a heavy mind. He's ready to tap out and ignore his responsibilities for the next three months to give himself time to recover.

"Shit man," he whispers to himself, dragging his phone out of his pocket long enough to shoot Ash a text.

To: Lil Tray Finish up whatever business you got goin on right now and let's get the hell outta here. Ima head to the car in a few.

With that, his phone is shoved back into his pocket and he's staring at the mirror again. It had been an off night, business was good as per usual, but the night felt like a dud without you lurking around, randomly popping in to keep him company. It's been days since he's seen you, yet the sting from the argument that lead to your vacancy still feels as strong as it did when your furied words pierced his heart a little too deeply just before you stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door. An exasperated sigh leave's Fez's lips as the moment of you shouting at him with tears rolling down your cheeks replays in his mind and he flinches as he remembers the sound of you slamming the door.

He'd gone into the party tonight worried and hoping that he'd see you, and he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of you sauntering out of the house with your shoes clutched tightly in your hands when he pulled up with Ashtray. Yet, just as quickly as he'd seen you, you were gone by the time he gave the front door a second glance, leaving him to believe that all the weed was finally getting to his head.

Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply "Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

From: Lil Tray I’ve been in the car for 10 minutes, u good?

“Shit,” Fez mumbles again, shoving his phone in his back pocket, sparing one last glance at himself before pulling open the door, quickly making his way out of the house. Bidding people goodbye in passing, several familiar faces asking if he’s got anything they could snag before he heads out. They’re all waved off without a second glance as he beelines towards the door, ready to bask in the silence of the apartment, or numb himself with weed while Ash puts on his favorite show.

Fez doesn’t say anything in response to Ashtray’s questioning look when he climbs in the car. Instead, he greets him by dabbing him up before putting the car in drive and speeding down the road.

“Business was good. Pretty sure McKay’s friend group came to see me four times before the night was over,” Ash fills him in after several moments of silence, his eyes scanning over his brothers features to try to pinpoint the unspoken emotions that have Fezco white-knuckling the steering wheel in silence.

“That’s good Ash,” Fez shoots the younger boy a proud smile, sliding a leftover joint out from behind his ear, gladly accepting Ash’s offer to light it up. “You’re always kickin ass with the sales at these parties. You know ma would be proud.” Ash nods, clearly glad to accept the words Fez shared with him before shifting to look out the window to observe the familiar streets of their town.

Fezco’s thoughts inevitably trail back to you as the car whips past spots that hold memories with you, which is damn near every spot in town. It’s a rarity that you’re not curled up in the backseat tonight. You’ve spent more time with the boys than you have with your own family for as long as he remembers, which is why everywhere Fez looks poses as a reminder of you and makes him more aware that you aren’t around.

As tired as he is, he tosses and turns in his bed for hours after the party. The house felt too quiet and his bed felt too cold without you tucked into his side. With a disheartened sigh, he blindly reaches for his phone, squinting to make at the time while his eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen. 3 am, it read, adding the the annoyance eating at his chest.

To: My Girl Y/n, I know we’re both stubborn and are letting our pride get in the way of putting this shit behind us. We both said shit we didn’t mean, and I’m ready to let it go if you are. I miss you baby, please just…talk to me.

Fez huffs, letting his phone fall on the mattress next to him, silently praying that you’re awake and ready to talk. It doubtful, seeing as it’s a Friday night and you’re probably drunk with the girls, but he’s hopeful that he’ll be able to hear your voice before he falls asleep. He’s never left so many voicemails on someone’s phone, that’s the number one indicator that he’s down bad, but he chooses not to think about that too hard. The warning from his grandma about love wafts through his mind momentarily before wasting away, allowing room for other thoughts to take their place.

And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

Fez isn't the type to spend his time hoping and waiting that things will look up in his favor, nor is he the typical type to spend his nights wondering if someone else is thinking about him too, but over the past few days, as soon as the lights are off and he's all alone, it's all he seems to be able to do.

As soon as the stars take over the sky, and his head hits the pillow, his mind starts wandering through endless fake scenarios and in which things are okay, in which the argument never happened, or he's dreaming about you knocking on his door crying and spilling a string of apologies into his chest.

He hates to admit it, but he's not even that upset about the way you're constantly running through his mind. It helps alleviate some of the hurt that he hasn't physically seen you because he's constantly meeting you in his thoughts, both of you saying all of the words needing to be said and everything in between.

Yet, the longer you remain silent, the more his hope depletes and the more your responses in his scenarios sound like his own voice trying to convince him that things are going to be oaky. Part of him thinks that you hit your breaking point with him and are refusing to reach out because you're finally done. Another part of him believes that the longer you stay silent, the more time is running out for the two of you to fix things. Yet, his typical thought process is consumed with believing that things are going to be okay, though his thoughts don't exactly do the best at convincing him that that's the truth.

You guys have fought plenty of times, but never like you did the other night. Neither of you are the type to lose control, but you both completely lost your cool and seemed to tear the other to shreds in the process.

"The problem is that you didn't think Fez, God I swear sometimes you just forget to think before you make rash decisions," you'd shouted trailing into the house behind him, haphazardly slamming the door behind you. Ashtray, who'd been tired of the tension and bantering on the way home from McKay's party, silently retreated to his room knowing Fez would appreciate the privacy.

"The hell is that supposed to mean," he'd grumbled, dumping the car keys on the kitchen table before facing you, eyebrows pulled together in a tight glare. "I didn't make any rash decisions, I did what I needed to do to take care of my family. I thought you, of all people, would understand that."

"How in the hell is beating Nate Jacobs to a pulp taking care of your family, Fez," you laughed in disbelief, "His dad owns half of the fucking town. What are we going to do when he comes after you? There's no way in hell Cal Jacobs is going to be sweet-talked out of trying to throw your ass in jail after this."

"Thank you so much for the vote of confidence, Y/n," Fez rolled his eyes, taking a swig from a beer you hadn't even realized he'd picked up. "I'm so glad to have your support."

"Don't you dare," you growled, eyes wide with a single finger pointed in his direction. "You know damn well I support you, you don't get to mock that now that you made a shitty choice. Not after all of the times I've went to bat for you."

"You make it sound like such a chore," he noted, putting his beer down on the counter. "If my lifestyle is such a burden to you, then why don't you just leave?" Fez silently cursed himself when his words registered in his head. Someone in their right mind doesn't just offer their girlfriend a ticket to walk out of their life. He's angry at her for not just being able to trust that what he'd done to Nate was for good reason, but he doesn't want her to leave.

"That isn't fair," you sighed, displaying a slightly betrayed expression. "You don't get to project how you think I feel onto me. I feel like I'm trying to be understanding here Fez, I'm just worried that you haven't thought about the repercussions this time." You'd silently tried de-escalating the conversation, wanting nothing more than to just climb to bed, but the dull ache in your chest told you that the conversation isn't close to being over.

"So what, I'm just supposed to watch Nate fuck with Rue and her friends without doin anything about it? Just because you're worried that his dad is going to talk?" Fez knew he was being unreasonable, but that didn't stop him from pushing the argument further. Maybe it was extra pent-up frustration that he'd walked out of the party while Jacobs still had a pulse or maybe it was the inkling in his mind telling him that you were right, but his pride wasn't willing to let you be right this time.

"Oh my god, why am I even trying," you laughed incredulously, pulling your hands through your hair in frustration. "It's always the same argument. It feels like we're just talking in circles here. Why is it that Rue is always the one you're willing to ruin your own safety and security for? Why does it always have to be your fight when it comes to her?"

"She's my family, Y/n. You know better than anyone else how I feel about taking care of my family," Fez tried reasoning, trying to get you to remember that he doesn't just beat people in cold blood without reason. "And I'm real tired of Jacobs feelin like he can stir shit up without any consequences."

"Okay but if you're all about taking care of your family, then why'd you keep feeding her addiction knowing fully well that she was barely treading water and losing control. You deal with enough addicts to know all of the warning signs, so if you're so concerned about her well-being, why do you keep fulfilling her need for drugs? Even after she nearly killed herself with the ones you sold her at the beginning of the summer," the rebuttal slipped out of your mouth before you could register what you were saying. The heat of the moment, the worry of impending repercussions of Fezco's actions, killing your ability to fully filter what was going to come out of your mouth. You faltered then, knowing you went too far, your entire demeanor shifting at the realization that you'd let the words you knew would hurt him slip.

Fez's jaw clenched, his beer discarded on the counter with a loud smack before his battered hands clenched into a fist. Rue's addiction was a touchy subject to Fez. A subject that you knew not to discuss unless it came up, fully aware of the weight Fez has carried ever since she overdosed at the beginning of the summer.

"I fucking knew you were holdin that over my head," he hissed, visibly growing more angry as the words fell off his tongue. "You really have the whole, sweet supportive girlfriend bullshit down to a T, ma. You've had us both so convinced that you're this sweet person that can never do anything wrong but it's bullshit. You're bullshit ma."

"Fez," you murmured, stepping towards him in hopes to fix the damage you'd done. You were just worried about him, you never intended for things to come here. "I don't hold it over your head. I swear I don't. It just slipped and-"

"You got to go, Y/n," he interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest without looking at you.

"What?" You breathed, tears welling up in your eyes at the clear hurt displayed on his face. "Fez please just-"

"Get the fuck out of my face and go," he shouted, sending you flinching into the counter behind you. The hurt transitioned into a furious glare, his cheeks tinted and angry pink as he pointed towards the door. "I don't want to look at you right now, ma. And I sure as hell don't want your lame ass excuses now that you know that you fucked up and aren't the perfectly pleasant little queen you crack yourself out to be. You clearly can't go a day without holding my lifestyle over my head, so go, cause things aren't changing any time soon."

You let those words sink in for a few moments before you said anything else, your heart heavy due to the weight and stresses the night had presented. "Okay," you sighed, wiping a single tear off of your flushed cheek. "But for the record, I don't hold anything over your head, I was just trying to understand because I'm worried about all of these seemingly rash decisions that don't seem like you. That don't seem like the guy I've grown to love." With that, you left without sparing him a second glance, slipping off the green sweater he'd let you borrow and dropping it by the door.

Fez remembers how that sweater had stayed where you left it since it had been carelessly dropped on the floor that day. He likes to keep the apartment tidy, but couldn't bare to move it, so it stayed there as a reminder of the words both of you dropped on each other that night. He inevitably cringes as he recounts the things he'd laid on you in anger, and he wishes you were there so he could flip them around. You are many things, but bullshit sure isn't one of them, lil ma.

He sinks further into the comfort of his bed, fully expecting for the rabbit trail of thoughts to continue unfolding, but his head shoots over in surprise at the sound of his text tone pinging through the silence.

Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite I need a partner, well, are you out tonight? It's harder and harder to get you to listen More I get through the gears Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

From: my girl My fingers have been itching to call you all night. Now it’s 3 am and I’m well past the point of making decisions I’m going to like in the morning. Seems like a good opportunity to talk while my heart is talking louder than my head. Wanna go for a drive?

A sigh of relief escapes his chest, his shoulders feeling three times lighter at the words displayed in the screen. His fingers immediately ghost over the keys as he drags himself out of bed, not bothering to change before he’s quietly exiting the house, shooting Ash a text in case he wakes up before he gets back. Fez drives down the open road with the windows down, holding his breath when your silhouette comes into view. You’re waiting for him at the stop sign down the road from your house like you always do. The car is in park long enough for you to climb in, neither of you bothering to say anything as he continues down the road in the direction of your usual late night spot.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re staring at him, fingers playing with the hem of the hoodie hanging off of your frame. Your eyes shoot to the window when he glances your way as if you’re embarrassed he caught you. The tension in the car is new for both of you, arguments being a rare occurrence in your dynamic. You open your mouth to speak, but close it when he puts the car in park, shifting so that you know you have his full attention.

“I meant what I said on the phone,” he begins, turning the radio down so he can hear you. The dim lamps in the abandoned parking lot cast a soft glow on your features, if things didn’t feel so awkward he would’ve pulled you into his chest and told you that you look beautiful. But he doesn’t. While you’re still his, your harsh words replay like symphonies in his head acting as a reminder that you guys have shit to work out.

“I know,” you hum, tugging your knees up to your chest with a sigh. “I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. It’s just, I know that what I said the other day was shitty and I’ve felt like I lost the right to apologize.”

“You haven’t lost your right to nothin, ma,” he replies sincerely, picking at a loose thread on his sweats. “Feelin like that ain’t no reason to lose us over. Least in my opinion. We both said things we knew would hurt in the heat of the moment, but I’m not gonna let that keep me from havin you.” Your lips curve into a sad smile at his words, reminding you of the hurtful things he’d said to you. You’ve spent the last several days ignoring his messages because you’d taken all of the blame for the argument on yourself. Opting to punish yourself by getting in the way of making things better in hopes that it’d keep you from hurting him again.

“Do you ever wonder if we’re not good for each other? Or maybe that I’m not good for you?” You’re surprised as the words slip off of your tongue, the alcohol in your system cancelling out your usual filter. A labored breath gets caught in your throat as you fear his answer to the question. Of course Fez hadn’t ever thought that exactly. His lifestyle made him question why you chose to associate with him, and he often reminded himself that he wasn’t good for you, but he never questioned if you were good for him. He knows damn well that you’re too good for him and that he’s lucky you give him the time of day.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, leaning forward just to be closer to you. “You must be on somethin if you’re thinkin like that. That’s crazy talk, Y/n.” You blink at him when he pauses again, the statement lightening the heaviness in your heart a little. “We may not be perfect, but we fit too well into each other’s lives for me to believe we’re bad for each other. A fight doesn’t just change that.” You nod in understanding, trying to find the right words to communicate how sorry you feel for saying what you did, but you keep drawing a blank. Fez studies you for a few seconds, watching a silent battle go on in your mind before he reaches out to touch you, feeling accomplished when his touch rips you away from your thoughts as his fingers graze the soft skin on your cheek.

“Are you going to keep acting like you’re afraid to look at me, or are you gonna let me kiss you so we can put all that behind us and move on,” he’s so close now that you can feel his breath faintly fan across your face. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, meeting his eyes once more, before you break the space between you and let your kiss say everything your words are failing to.

He hums at the feeling, gripping your jaw as everything else melts away.

“I really am sorry,” you tell him after pulling away, your foreheads resting against each other. “What I said was out of line. I hope you know I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” he promises, lips grazing the curve of your lips. “I’m sorry for what I said too. Didn't mean any of it, just let the moment get in the way." You fingers dance over the soft skin on his chest, his cerulean eyes meeting yours in the dimly lit car as he leans further into your gentle touch. "I know there's more we gotta talk through, but what do you say we put a pin in it and go home?"

You nod in agreement, leaning in to kiss him once more before getting comfortable in your seat as he puts the car in drive and heads down the familiar streets to the apartment. His hand finds its home on your thigh, the simple gesture warming your heart in knowing that it's his simple way of promising you that he's there.

Things are far from perfect, but they'll be okay.

A/N: This one ran away from me a little, but I kinda like it...so I hope you guys do too <3 feedback is always welcome and appreciated. If you guys have any Fez concepts you'd like to see me write, feel free to shoot me a message. Also, if you want to be added to my Euphoria taglist, let me know <3 All the love.

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[plentyoffexi]

A concept: high fez dealing with a tipsy lexi

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Ok feel free to ignore this but I NEED another persons opinion on this. Me and my friend were talking about yandere euphoria and she said that yandere Maddy would be the most terrifying but honestly I think ashtray and fezco would be the most terrifying.

Idk what do you think? Anyways hope your doing well darling love your work!<333

In my opinion it would depend on whether they were romantic or platonic in their obsessions. In general, I definitely agree that all three can be pretty terrifying in their own rights but their more dark and scary behavior would be directed towards everyone else outside of their darling. I could see. Maddy and Ashtray being a little more forceful with their darlings when push comes to shove, more so on Ashtray’s part especially if his darling (or Fezco’s darling) were to try and leave him/fez. He would see it as them abandoning him and or his brother and he can’t let that happen.

I honestly believe that Nate Jacobs is one of the most terrifying yanderes from Euphoria, platonic or romantic. I also think Cassie can be pretty scary too when she hits her breaking point.

[lumax-mayclair]

Okay… but what if Rue asks Lexi for her pee again, and when Rue keeps insisting, Lexi just takes fez’s joint and smokes it, all like “sorry, 🤷🏻‍♀️ one pink line means positive.”

[missionaryjack]

there is this AMAZING Fez x Lexi AU where she’s a broken college student and attempts to find a sugar daddy who’s *suprise suprise* FEZCO! But you guys ... it is SO well written, literally pure excellence! I never thought I would enjoy the sugar daddy trope but here we are... y’all need to read it ASAP!