Unexpected High (Fez x Reader)
A/N: Just letting everyone know that I have in fact posted this on my AO3 as well in case you have already come across it or suspect any theft. Thank you!
A/N: Just wanted to add a little note as this is getting some traction again for unfortunately sad reasons. Angus Cloud was a wonderful person who we didn’t deserve and I will genuinely miss him dearly. I know all of you do as well. Know if you are ever struggling with mental health you are not alone and you matter ❤️
TW: Mentions of drug use, creepy men
In which you, Fezco's girlfriend, were the one at his place the night Mouse showed up with fentanyl, not Rue.
Dating Fez was what teenage girls thought dating a low-life drug dealer in high school was like. They thought they were hard, they thought they had it all. But their boyfriends sold a couple pills every few days to the rich kids, Fez had sold drugs with his grandma since he was little and continued the business after his grandma got sick.
It was his full-time job, it paid the bills, it paid for food, it was everything. Fez was what those little boys in high school thought they were, but they’d piss their pants the minute they stepped into this life.
You were a little bit shook up when you found out the true scale of what Fez did, you’d known him for a couple years before he dropped out of high school. He was sweet, cared about his family, even raised a baby practically by himself.
He first took you out after finding you crying about some piece of shit guy in front of his store, he took you to McDonald’s and bought you chicken nuggets, which in your opinion, was way better than any steak dinner.
Since that day you went around to his place often, partied with him, even helped him count pills occasionally. Ash liked you too, you were the older sister he never had, although he hated when you told him what to do, jokingly of course.
You’d been dating Fez for two years now, he treated you like a queen, buying you gifts whenever he felt like it, treating you to anything you wanted. You never wanted too much, being with him was all you needed, but you were his girl and he wanted you to feel special.
The most recent thing he’d bought you was the brand new airpods in your ears, which you didn’t need but he insisted. You were lying in his bed watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers on your phone, bored as hell.
You were hungry, high, and wanted Taco Bell, so you set your phone down and pulled out your airpods, laying both on Fez’s bed and pushing yourself up a bit, giggling at the sudden dizzy feeling you got. Stumbling a bit you caught yourself on the wall before opening Fez’s door and heading down the hall.
“Fez…,” you began in a sing-song voice, but your giddiness was lost, and you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw who was with Fez in the living room.
Mouse. He was Fez’s drug dealer, at least he was one of them you believed. You knew his reputation, he was not a good person for one, not like Fez. What Fez did may be bad in the eyes of some, but he was a good guy, what Mouse did was bad, and he was a bad guy. He was scary, he was violent, and Fez almost always made sure you were never around when he was, and when you were, he made you promise to stay in the bedroom and not make a sound.
Your dumbass high brain had you forget, of course, that Mouse was coming tonight. You suddenly felt very naked in nothing but one of Fez’s big hoodies and a pair of panties.
Meeting Fez’s gaze you couldn’t tell if he was pissed or terrified. Maybe it was both.
Mouse on the other hand, looked ecstatic.
“Well, well, well,” he began, standing up, “what do we have here?”.
Mouse walked over to you, holding out his hand to you, “What’s your name little girl?” he asked you.
Your eyes darted to Fez, he only gave you a small nod, eyes pleading for you to just stay cool.
“Y/N,” you said as Mouse took your hand, kissing the back of it.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N, this your bitch?” Mouse asked, turning to Fez.
“My girl, yeah,” Fez answered, stone faced.
“Well come here girl, join us,” Mouse told you, pulling you towards the couch. You sat down beside Mouse who put his arm around you. “Now, where were we?”.
“What do I owe you?” Fez asked, hands balling into fists on his lap, you were honestly trying not to tear up. Fez tried his best to keep you out of this life, he didn’t want certain people to know about you, he was worried they’d hurt you to hurt him.
“Hm let’s see, Custer, what’s the math on it?” Mouse asked, turning to the guy in a red hoodie sitting on the back of the couch.
Custer began counting on his fingers, “Uh, 25, 15, and 1,100, 35, 77, and 25….7,750,” he finished.
“Sure you don’t want no fentanyl?” Mouse asked, turning back to Fez.
“Nah, man, I’m cool off that shit,” Fez replied, “there’s too many ODs, and I don’t want the heat.”
Fez didn’t like the hard stuff, never really did.
“How about you little girl? You ever try fentanyl?” Mouse asked you, smiling.
“No,” you answered quickly, maybe too quickly.
“No, she’s good bruh,” Fez told Mouse, tensing up.
“Gonna let your man talk for you?” Mouse asked, tightening his grip on your shoulder.
“I don’t know,” was all you managed to get out, keeping your eyes trained on Fez, trying not let the tears brimming in your eyes spill over.
“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Mouse told you. “You ever try it?”.
“Yo, for real bruh, I don’t want her fucking with that shit,” Fez said, his voice getting a bit louder, you could see him grip the gun he had hidden in the couch.
“You know that feeling when you come so hard that you can’t feel or hear shit? You like that feeling sweetheart?” Mouse asked you.
“Yeah,” you mumbled out, you were almost shaking, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.
“Well shit, you gonna love this,” Mouse told you, whipping out a pocketknife and a small foil packet. He squeezed a bit of a clear, gel like substance onto the tip of it and held it out to you as he put the packet back into his jacket.
“I’m…. I’m good actually,” you spoke, voice shaking, trying your best to move away from him a bit.
“What, you don’t trust me?” Mouse asked, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Yo, for real man. She’s good,” Fez spoke up again, you could tell he was totally on edge now.
“Shut the fuck up bitch, ain’t nobody talkin to you,” Mouse told Fez, his voice raised, making you jump. “Tell him, come on. Tell your man I’m not talking to him right now. Don’t be scared. It’s not gonna bite you.”
Mouse moved the tip of the knife closer to you again, it was just about an inch from your lips now. All you would need to do is lean forward a bit. But you didn’t want to, you weren’t an addict, and you weren’t about to become one. You especially didn’t want to die because you were a dumbass who forgot to stay in the bedroom.
If you didn’t take it there would be consequences, if you did, there would be consequences. It was a lose-lose situation, for you at least.
You tried to say sorry with a look, if you could even muster that, to Fez. Saying a small, silent prayer that you wouldn’t die to whoever might be listening, you leaned forward, taking the tip of the knife into your mouth, and licking off the fentanyl.
So far, you were fine. You didn’t spontaneously combust or anything so that was great too.
Fez watched you carefully from the other couch, his heart was racing, and he swore it was going to beat out of his chest. If anything happened to you…he didn’t know what he’d do really.
Mouse just leaned back, watching his handiwork, when it hit you. It hit like a punch in the gut, like a trainwreck you didn’t see coming.
The room suddenly felt as if it was spinning, you felt…dizzy, but euphoric. Nothing hurt, your brain was clouded by a fog that just made you want to giggle, which you did.
“It hits quick,” Mouse said, smiling widely as you slowly began falling to the side, it felt like ages before you hit the couch, the plush cushion felt so inviting and like you were sinking into a cloud. “You like the way that feels?” he asked, grabbing your legs and pulling them onto his lap, fingers trailing along the skin of your thigh.
“Yeah…,” you managed to breathe out, smiling, eyes drooping. You could barely make out Fez from across the room now, but you were sure as fuck that he was pissed.
“Yeah,” Mouse said, chuckling as he spoke, “You want a couple of patches girl?”.
“Okay,” you said, barely registering the conversation.
“No, no…,” Fez began, but Mouse cut him off.
“Shut the fuck up!” he said, making Fez close his mouth, Fez was pissed, but he knew if he pissed Mouse off, he could hurt you, and he’d never forgive himself if that happened.
Mouse pulled some patches out of his jacket, very pointedly sliding them into the waistband of your panties, not that you really noticed, but Fez sure did, and so did Ash, who wanted nothing more than to rip this fucker’s face off.
“That’s gonna cost you 300, come on little girl, pay up,” Mouse said, continuing to run his hands all over your legs.
“I-I only have a couple dollars,” you said, eyes closing as you tried not to fall asleep.
“I said 300,” Mouse insisted again.
“I’ll just…just give it back,” you tried, attempting to lift your head up.
“I got a strict no return policy,” Mouse said cockily.
“Yo, Mouse, let me pay for it bro,” Fez spoke up, sitting up a bit.
“I thought you was too good for fentanyl?” Mouse asked, voice angrier now, “What is it? Everybody’s changing their motherfucking minds of me?”.
“Yeah,” Fez said calmly, keeping on eye on your face, making sure your chest was still rising and falling.
“If she can’t afford it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me,” Mouse said, his hand moving farther up your leg, nearly cupping your ass.
“Yo, man, just let me pay for it. I got the money right here,” Fez said standing up as he opened his wallet, pulling out three-hundred-dollar bills and tossing them on the coffee table.
“Dang, your man must really love you,” Mouse told you, smirking. “It’s gonna cost you 600 now, man.”
“Damn. You gonna do me like that, bruh?” Fez asked, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“Yeah, I’m gonna do you straight up like that. Straight up,” Mouse said, shoving your legs off his lap and your feet hit the floor with a thunk.
“There it is,” Fez said, tossing another three hundred dollars on the coffee table.
Mouse stood up, snatching the money as he did so, “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you,” he said, motioning to Custer it was time to leave.
When Mouse and Custer were finally out the door Fez felt like he could breathe again, he rarely got scared, he was tough, he could almost anyone in a fight, and he was one hell of a shot. But when it came to you, you broke him down, you made him soft, not that he wasn’t a little soft already. Sure, some might describe him as slow or unsure, but he was definitely sure about you.
Fez quickly hurried over to you, kneeling beside the couch in front of you. You were smiling sleepily, eyes still closed. He grabbed the patches from your waistband and handed them to Ash, “Go flush that shit down the toilet, and grab the Narcan, just in case.”
Ash nodded, taking the patches, and disappearing down the hall, Fez turned back to you. You seemed fine, just lying on the couch, peaceful.
He walked over to the couch, sitting down beside your head and pulling you into his lap so that you sat sideways, head resting on his shoulder.
Fez moved a bit of hair from your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your smiled widened a bit as you pressed your face into his neck. He wanted nothing more than to put a bullet into Mouse’s head right now, but he needed to make sure you were okay. Family came before anything.
“I’m soooo happy,” you giggled. Fez only nodded and sighed.
“I know.”
Next time, he was locking your high ass in the bedroom.
*
Your head was pounding, and when you tried to open your eyes the light was way too bright for your liking.
Your stomach felt like it was going to come up and out of your throat, so, with your head pounding and your eyes barely open you got up from the warmth of the bed you were lying in and stumbled into the bathroom across the hall.
Falling to your knees in front of the toilet you emptied whatever was in your stomach into the bowl. Tears pricked at your eyes as you heaved, gripping the rim. You suddenly felt a hand on your back, another holding your hair back.
Fez.
“Get it out, come on,” he said, voice still a bit gravely from sleep, besides from the normal gravel sound of it.
You heaved again, more vomit splashing into the toilet, tears running down your face of their own accord. After a few more dry heaves and nothing coming out, you coughed, spitting and trying to get whatever was left out of your mouth.
Sitting back on your heels, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, turning to face Fez who was kneeling beside you.
He smiled, “Okay?” he asked. You only nodded, Fez helped you stand, handing you your toothbrush.
You took the toothbrush gladly and wet it in the sink, grabbing the toothpaste from the cabinet and putting a dollop on your brush.
Fez leaned against the doorframe watching your brush the disgusting taste out of your mouth. He probably wasn’t going to leave your side until he knew the fentanyl was out of your system.
After you were done, you eyed Fez behind you in the mirror as you put your hair up, “How long was I out?” you asked him.
“All night, almost all day, it’s three,” Fez told you. He pushed off the door frame, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Scared the shit out of me baby.”
“I didn’t wanna take it,” you mumbled, voice wobbling a bit. Last night was one of the scariest things that ever happened to you.
“I know, I’m not blamin you,” Fez said, pressing a kiss to your neck gently. You felt safe here, with him holding you, you wanted to forget about last night, just stay here in this moment forever.
You turned in Fez’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in the bedroom,” you said.
“Nah, don’t say you’re sorry, none of it’s your fault, okay?” Fez told you, cupping your face so that you looked up at him.
“Okay,” you said, a few tears falling down your face, you hated how emotional you were, you’d always been since you were little.
Fez wiped at the tears with his thumbs before kissing you. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands moved to your waist and then to your ass, squeezing it before lifting you onto the bathroom counter.
Your hands made themselves busy by grabbing the bottom of Fez’s t-shirt and pulling it up, breaking the kiss to get it over his head. Fez’s lips moved to your neck, and his hands were moving under the hoodie of his you were wearing when the bathroom door suddenly opened.
“Jesus fuck!” Ash shouted, “Can’t you fuck in the bedroom like normal people?!”.
You busted into a fit of laughter before Ash slammed the door shut. Fez began laughing too, grabbing his shirt off the floor, “Scarred that little dude for life,” he said, making you laugh harder. “Come on, you need food.”
Both of you left the bathroom, heading to the kitchen, Ash was sitting on at the kitchen table counting money, and gave you both a dirty look.
“Knock next time kid,” you told Ash, making him roll his eyes.
“Don’t fuck in the shared areas of the house bitch,” he replied.
“If I didn’t love you, I’d slap the shit out of you right now,” you told Ash, making him crack a smile.
“Pancakes?” Fez asked you, making you nod and smile as you hopped up on the counter, swinging your legs.
Fez grabbed the mix from the cabinet, as well as a bowl and spoon. You watched him stir up the pancake mix, “Get me a pan baby?” he asked you, you nodded, hopping off the counter and opening another cabinet and grabbing a pan, setting it on the stove and turning it on.
You got the nonstick spray and sprayed the pan, “Thanks,” Fez said, bringing over the mix to the stove and kissing your cheek, “Go sit, I got it.”
Doing as you were told you sat by Ash at the kitchen table, watching him count, your head was still pounding you realized, and your vision was a bit blurry.
“Here,” Ash said, as he put a stack of hundreds in the money counter, sliding a pill bottle towards you. “Ibuprofen.”
“Thanks kid,” you told him, leaning over, and pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him gag and wipe it off. You just laughed as you popped a couple pills, washing them down with the open Gatorade next to Ash.
Soon enough Fez set a plate on pancakes in front of you, complete with butter and syrup. You pulled Fez down to your level, kissing him.
“Stopppppp,” Ash groaned, making you just kiss Fez harder. Ash has seen drugs, blood, and worse all his life, but KISSING is what grossed him out the most, typical kid.
Fez pulled away, “Eat,” he told you, sitting in the empty chair beside you.
You gladly dug into the pancakes, making sure you didn’t eat too fast in fear of puking your guts out again.
When you finished your plate, Fez took it too the sink before going to sit on the couch, flipping on the TV. You followed and he pulled you down onto his lap, an arm around your waist while you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Feel better?” Fez asked, looking down at you.
“Mmhm,” you answered, “thanks to you.”
Fez smiled and shook his head, “Gotta take care of my girl,” he told you.
The rest of the day was filled with the occasional puking, naps in Fez’s lap, and him making you eat. You were right about before too, Fez stayed by your side all day.
The day helped you forget about the night before, just a little bit.
Something in the back of your mind told you that wasn’t going to be your last encounter with Mouse.
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