"Cause you're my girl, ma.." (Fezco x reader) Pt.1
Summary : Rue drags you to the New Year's Eve party and leaves you with Fez. Nate starts chatting bullshit and Fez doesn't like him talking about you like that.
Warnings : Physical fight (Nate/Fez), swearing, drinking, mentions of drug use, fluff.
Some guy from your high school was hosting a new year's party. Now, Virgil hadn't personally invited you but Rue dragged you out here because she didn't wanna get high alone. She had snorted some Coke before coming, so it would hit just right as the fireworks would start. She enjoyed being high. You didn't really do drugs, just smoke the occasional joint, when Rue would offer it to you.
Rue's grip on your arm was tight. She pulled you up the steps and into the house. The party was loud. Almost too loud? Rue spotted Fezco, her dealer, sitting on the couch drinking out of a red plastic cup and smoking a joint.
You had met Fez, during one of Rue's relapses, when she took you to get some drugs. You smoked a joint with him and talked for hours. He really liked you. He knew you wouldn't do any other bullshit drug and resected you for that. He also knew how protective you were over Rue and how you took care of her, during her last relapse. Fez liked you. It was rare for him to actually get along with someone. He actually cared about what you had to say. He was never interested in having a relationship though. He didn't want to drag some poor girl into his drug dealing mess.
"You wanna go talk to Fez, whilst I get us some drinks?" Rue asked, as she turned to you.
"Yeah, sure," You reply, as you started walking over to Fez.
You went over and sat down next to Fez. He grinned lazily at you, his eyes following you as you sat down.
"Haven't seen you in a while, ma," He said, "Was startin' to miss you,"
"Shut up," You laugh.
"What? I'm serious. How've you been?"
"Eh, can't complain," You sigh, as you crossed your legs.
"How's Rue doin'?" He asks.
"She's been using again," You sigh.
"Ah, fuck. Well, I haven't been selling to her recently, so I don't know where she's getting shit from, y/n." He looks at you with promise in his eyes.
"Some guy called Elliot, I think? He goes to East Highland with us,"
"I don't know the guy." He shrugged.
"He's an alright guy but I'm pissed that he's letting Rue use again," You reply.
"Yeah, it's pretty fucked up, ma."
Ma. You loved it when he called you ma. He used it when he actually cared about someone.
You look up and see Nate Jacobs walking past, with one of his friends. He looked at you and laughed with his friend.
"Yo, Fezco! Why are you hanging out with that whore?" Nate laughed, as he walked by.
Fez frowned and looked over at you.
"He talkin' 'bout you, ma?" He asked.
"Yeah, he's been saying shit like that all week. I barely even know the guy." You groan.
"Stay there, ma." He said, before standing up and pulling his sweater off. He tossed it to you, as he walked off towards the kitchen.
"Fuck sake.." You mutter to yourself, before standing up and following him.
Fez was already in the kitchen, when you caught up to him.
"Yo, why the fuck you disrespectin', my girl?" Fez asked, clearly not impressed.
His girl?
"Your girl? You're dating that slut?" Nate laughed.
Fez snapped, swinging a beer bottle over his head. People standing by gasped and screamed. Nate swung at him, making his nose bleed. Fez was just mindlessly swinging at Nate, his knuckles bloody. Nate was on the floor, face covered in blood. You pull on his arm, dragging him away.
"Fez, enough!" You shout, as you pulled him away.
"Nah, he disrespectin' you, ma!"
"Leave it,"
He reluctantly walked away, heading to the bathroom. You followed him and closed the door behind you both.
"I don't accept shit like that, ma," He snapped. "Especially not 'bout you."
"You didn't have to start a fight about it," You sigh.
He sighed, as he sat down on the toilet seat, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Let me clean your nose, Fez."
You wet a cloth and gently start to wipe away the blood from his face. He sighs and looks up at you with annoyance. Not towards you. Towards Nate.
"I didn't mean to scare you, ma." He says softly. "I just don't take no disrespect."
"I don't even know why you got so mad?" You mumble.
"Nobody gets to disrespect you,"
You finish wiping his nose and he stands up, looking in the mirror. His face was already starting to bruise.
"I appreciate you doing that for me, Fez." You smile softly.
"Anything for you, ma." He said, looking over at you.
He washes his hands, the blood falling into the sink. He mutters something under his breath, as cuts were starting to reveal on his knuckles. He dries his hands and turns to you. He gently brushes some hair out of your face.
"You're pretty," He smiled.
"Don't lie to me," You say, as you look away.
"I'm not bullshittin' you, ma." He said, turning your head back to him.
You look up at him. He hesitates before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. He could taste the sweet chapstick you were wearing.
"Why'd you do that?" You mumble.
"Cause you're my girl, ma.." He muttered, before kissing you again.
