Could you please write something like this with fez x reader and ash? I'm begging you at this point, I'm at the first stage of grief lmaooo
So I kinda took creative liberty with this😂 I love this idea and thinks it's awesome.
Ash's screams wake both Fez and I up abruptly, our eyes meeting each other's in the dark room as I slip out of bed. This was a common occurrence since the night of the shoot out, Ash's bad dreams consuming him every night. We had let him try to deal with it on his own, letting him know that we were there for him and that we were here to talk if he wanted to discuss what happened.
He was lucky he wasn't killed that night a few months ago, same with Fez. I can just remember sitting in the hospital waiting room with Faye as the two of them were checked out and interviewed by the police. Luckily, they got out with mine and Faye's words against Custer and Laurie. It was surprising that it ended with us winning but it happened and we never wanted to think about it ever again.
Sadly, Ash's brain wasn't allowing him to put it behind him.
My feet carry me out into the hallway of our new apartment, the memory of the bullets whizzing past my head and through the door of the bathroom still haunting me to this day. I take a look back at Fez who slides back down into bed, rubbing over his face anxiously.
I push the door open, my eyes immediately locking on Ash who sits at the edge of his bed, his hands covering his face. His whole body trembles, sweat dripping down his back as I step into the room. His head snaps to me with wide eyes, my presence spooking him a bit.
"I'm 'lright." He waves me off, taking a shaky breath in as I sit down next to him on the bed. My hand reaches up, gently rubbing over his shoulders as he relaxes a bit. I reach forward to the laundry basket full of clean clothes, pulling out another shirt for him. He just smiles appreciatively at me, slipping the new shirt on and tossing the sweaty one to the floor.
"Wanna talk about it?" I ask quietly, my hands resting in my lap as he closes his eyes. The room falls silent for a moment, the echoing memory of gunshots rattle in my ears as my mind brings back vivid memory of watching the shells fall to the floor.
"I keep dreamin' that they fucking shot me in the head instead'a the shoulder." He explains, his sweaty hands running over the blanket beneath him. "That you and Fez were just watchin' me and they just aimed right between my eyes and shot." He mutters, a shiver running down his spine as he trembles. "I can't stop fucking seeing it over and over again. I just want it to fucking stop cuz I can't fucking breathe." He gasps, my arm slinking around his shoulder to pull me to him as he panics. He cries quietly as I rub over his shoulders, tears pooling in my eyes as I press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Ash, you need to talk to us about this shit. You can't keep it bottled up." I whisper, his head nodding gently as he clings to me, his hands fisting the back of my shirt.
"I shot Fez. I know it was an accident- he fuckin' tells me that every day." He cries, tears now slipping down my cheeks as I try my best to take a deep breath. "I was just so fucking scared." He admits, the weight on my shoulders finally breaking as I cry, moving to hug him properly.
"I'm not gonna let anyone touch you, Ash. The drug shit is in the past now, Laurie is in prison, Custer is gone, Faye is down the hall, safe and sound." I reassure him, his face tucking into my shoulder as he cries. "It's over now. You're safe." I coo, my hand cradling the back of his head as he sniffles, the words sounding incredulous at this point.
"Do you think Fez would be mad if you stayed here?" He asks quietly, pulling back to look up at me. Tears drip down his cheeks as I snort, nodding my head.
"Oh, yeah I'm sure he'll kick you ass." I giggle tearily, reaching up to brush Ash's tears away from his cheeks as he chuckles. "He won't be mad, sweetheart. We both want you to get a goodnights sleep for fucking once." I explain, his head bobbing up and down as he slips back under his covers.
I move to sit next to him, my back resting against the wall as he lays down next to me, his back facing me. I didn't care if I was going to have to stay up all night, my hand rubbing his back soothingly. I just wanted him to know and feel that he was truly safe now. That he was safe enough to go to sleep and feel okay.
"Thank you." He whispers quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as I rub his back, the muscles relaxing under my touch as he slips off into sleep. It had to have been the quickest I had ever seen him fall asleep and now I just had to pray that my presence was enough to keep the bad dreams away.
