#fezco edit

[blueribbonbaby]

Dark Fezco edit

[joyexe]

Angus Cloud and Cash photographed by Christian Coppola for Highsnobeity via @ccopp instagram.

[hyunnielix]

Death By a Thousand Cuts

Pairing: Fezco x Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: Angst, very fluffy towards the end, apologising, mentions of substance abuse, confessions of love? (unedited)

Word Count: 1.8k

Fez refuses to fuel your addiction due to your recent overdose, you can’t help but blame him for what you’ve become. 

You exhaled sharply, attempting to build up the confidence to continue forwards. Pursing your lips, the corners of your mouth downturn into a frown as you try to repress the emotions coursing through your body. 

Stepping forward slowly, you focused your anxiousness on playing with your sweater paws. Staring blankly ahead through the fly screen, you smiled slightly at the familiar hallway that was hidden behind it. 

Momentarily closing your eyes, you quietly reassured yourself. Everything would be fine, dependant on if he had or hadn’t heard about your overdose. You were hopping it was the latter. 

Making your way up the slight incline of the steps, you raised your fist. Holding the position for a couple of seconds before decisively knocking. You swallowed harshly in an attempt to dislodge the lump growing in your throat.

Gaze locked onto the cement beneath your feet, you refused to look up as you heard footsteps approaching. You loathed the fact he had to see you in this state, dressed in baggy clothing and a lack of makeup. 

“Fez, I just need a couple of Z’s,” You mumbled awkwardly, forcing yourself to hold eye contact with him. The lack of emotion on his features caused your brows to furrow, you were always unable to read him. A part of you felt unwelcome under his gaze.

“Why you always comin’ here when you need somethin?” Fez drawled, leaning against the door frame from the inside. The corner of your mouth twitched at his question, trying to articulate your answer. 

You felt like a terrible friend, you knew he was right. You only ever visited him for synthetic highs, never company... at least not anymore. You didn’t have the guts to tell him it was because you were becoming to attached. 

“Hey, that’s not true Fez,” You lied through your teeth, desperation in the tone of your joking response. You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, a slight smile decorating your face. He shook his head slightly out of disbelief, his eyes darting toward the carpet underneath him. 

“Nah, not today Y/N sorry.” His response was curt yet apologetic. You chewed on your lip to prevent frowning as you stepped closer towards the door.  

You began to mimic his stance, allowing you to gaze up at him, “Come on man, don’t be a dick.” 

He stepped back, removing himself from the frame,  “I’m serious ma’, can’t come in.” 

Your forehead creased at his physical and verbal rejection, it stung more than you’d like to admit. You let out an almost manic giggle before biting your lip and smiling at him. 

“Fez, I’ve had like a really fucked up day alright? I just need you to open the door for me.” You stated passive aggressively whilst straightening your posture. 

“Please?” You cringed at the way your voice broke at your plea. You could see the internal battle Fez was having with himself whilst staring at you. Placing your hand on the fly screen softly, you tilted your head slightly like a puppy. 

Fez pursed his lips, eyeing the placement of your hand, “I’m not going to help you kill yo’ self Y/N,”

You let out a pained exhale at his statement, leaning your forehead against the screen. The feeling of metal ridges uncomfortable against your skin. 

“You know?” You breathed out softly, feeling slightly nauseous at the realisation. He didn’t have to nod as a confirmation for you to know. Swearing under your breath you removed your hand from the screen allowing it to fall by your side. Rue must’ve told him.  

“That’s why you can’t be coming here no more.” Fez replied, his left hand hovering over the door handle. Your eyes darted from his hand back to his freckle-kissed face. Stepping away, you wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to hug yourself. 

“Fez... don’t close the door please.” You began to sniffle, unable to keep the tears at bay. One of them rolled down your cheek, causing you to wipe it away with the paw of your sweater, breaking the eye contact you held with him. You hated crying in front of people, it was the most dehumanising feeling in the world. 

Fez shook his head, stepping away from the fly screen that separated you both. He tugged slightly on the door handle to dislodge it from the door stop. It felt like slow-motion, the rate at which he was closing the door on your face. The self-pity you felt almost evaporated in that moment, turning into a furious rage. 

“You literally make your money on selling drugs to teenagers and now you choose to have a moral high ground?” You spat, pointing at the closed door as if you were still speaking face to face with him. 

“Open the fucking door!” You exclaimed, slamming your arms against the frame repeatedly. Fez stared at the door blankly, exhaling softly at you took out your rage. This was nothing new, he’d seen the same rage before in other addicts, however, knowing it was you hurt him more. 

He’d noticed how you showed up wearing his old olive green sweater, the one with the holes in it. It was a decisive act to wear his clothing, knowing that it provided some form of comfort for you. 

“What are you doing this because you care about me? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me those drugs in the fucking first place!” You screamed, letting out a gasp as you continued to cry. Your whole body shook as your fists continued to collide with the metal screen. 

“Fuck you Fez, you did this to me!” 

You leant your forehead against the screen, angry tears rolling down your cheeks. A broken whimper left your lips as you closed your eyes, hoping he’d let you in. Fez furrowed his brows, leaning his head back against the door as you relentlessly threw insults at him. 

“If you don’t open the door, I swear I will hate you for the rest of my life.” You threatened, malice behind the tone of your voice as you pointed at the door. The lack of response caused you to hit your fist against it one last time. 

A frustrated scream left your lips as you collapsed onto the ground, using the palms of your hands as coverage for your face. Eventually clutching your chest with your hand as an attempt to stop the pain coursing through your body. 

Fez leant his back against the door, sliding down until he sat on the floor with both of his legs kicked out in front of him. He ran a hand across his face as he heard your uncontrolled sobbing from the other side.

It’d been a couple of months since you’d last spoken. Every party since that you attended, you tried to avoid and ignore him. Although, you couldn’t stop yourself from sharing momentary glances. It was jarring, having someone in your life supporting you and then disappearing so suddenly. It was a kind of pain that wasn’t easy to get over. 

You only had yourself to blame, self-sabotaging friendships consistently. The girls tried their best to distract you but eventually you cut most of them off. All except Rue, who’d introduced you to Ali. He was a no bullshit straight to the point kind of person, and it intimidated you for sure. 

You weren’t sure that you’d be standing outside the convenience store, one month sober without Ali’s support. Chaining your bike to one of the yellow posts, you noticed that your hands were shaking.

Slowly breathing out, you tried to calm your nerves. You weren’t sure how he was going to react to seeing you. Glancing upwards at the colourful neon signs, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders before advancing. 

He was situated on top of the counter, legs dangling off as he counted dollar bills that were previously in the till. He hadn’t acknowledged your presence yet as you kept inching closer to him. 

Your lips parted, throat becoming dry as you overthought how to converse with him. He glanced upward at you, blue eyes boring into yours.

“Y/N...” Your name fell from his lips in a hushed tone causing you to purse your lips and then sheepishly smile. Hands placed behind your back so he wouldn’t see your obsessive fidgeting.  

“I came to apologize.” You stated, diverting your attention to around the store as you felt uncomfortable under his gaze. You were never good at apologies. 

“It’s aight,” He mumbled, shrugging nonchalantly as he placed the money back in the till. Returning his gaze back to yours before checking out what you were wearing. 

“Fez... I said some really fucked up shit that I didn’t mean.” You admitted whilst frowning at the tiles beneath you, too scared to look up. 

“Listen, I don’t take anything a drug addict says personally.” He gestured with his hand, waving it off. You nervously nodded, swallowing harshly as you stood against one of the red neon lights next to the fridges. 

“I love you, I hate you... go fuck yourself... it’s all the same shit,” He continued to drawl, causing your brows to raise at his statement. 

“As your best friend, I need you to know that I’m sorry.” You sincerely stated, fidgeting with your hands as you failed to make consistent eye contact with him,  “and that I love you.”

You bit your lip, anxiously awaiting his response to your confession. The corner of his mouth twitched as his gaze softened, “I love you too ma’.”

You smiled softly, letting out a relieved sigh as you glanced downward unable to stop the blush rising to your cheeks. It was almost embarrassing. 

“Come ere’“ He ordered, hopping off the counter and standing up with his arms outstretched towards you. Stepping forward, you nuzzled your head into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. Squeezing you comfortingly, you relaxed underneath this touch. You couldn’t prevent the smile on your face as he leant forward pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. As he leant back you glanced up at him, his hands still cupping your cheeks.

“I’m a month sober today." You said, smiling up at him gleefully. 

“I’m proud,” His reassurance caused your brows to furrow, unable to process all the current emotions you were feeling being in his arms again. You buried your face into his shoulder to try and hide the shaky breath you let out. 

“Why you cryin’ pretty mama?” He softly questioned, pulling away slightly to see your flushed face as you tried to hide it behind your hands before ultimately failing.

“Because you’re my person,” You mumbled against his chest, “don’t wanna lose you.”

He rested his chin on the top of your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back comfortingly at your admission. 

[fezco-mylove]

how am i supposed to work in lab for the next two hours when people are finally releasing fezzy fics. i cant anymore yall

[sluttysteddie]

He was talkin' Crazy and got his mouth Smashed ❤️‍🔥

[cloudmuse]

''And I bled, every day, for a year now...''

Edited by me

[fexieyes]

It's not the right time (Fexi fanfic)

Summary: After watching Stand By Me, Fezco and Lexi got romantic and they didn’t just hold hands.They both nervously mentioned that they didn’t know what they were doing, that was their first time. But it felt fine and they didn’t say it out loud but they knew it was the best night of their lives.Now, in the present, they are both thinking about the same night. Now, in the present, they are both thinking about the same night. One of them it's in a deep sleep in a hospital bed, with several cops guarding the door, and the other one is in her best friend’s bathroom while she’s holding a pregnancy test. 

Chapter 1: the play

I take a deep breath as I look at the girl in the mirror. She's not okay. I mean, yes on the inside she's happy but on the outside, her face has bags under her eyes and nausea that didn't want to go away after her mother gave her a pill for it. Maybe she's a little high, what did her mother give to her?

I decide to blame it all on the play. I feel anxious and nervous and I only want to throw up but it’s gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

But there is something that I don't feel is right. A feeling that does not leave my body. I shake my head as I take a deep breath (again) I'm just being paranoid, the play opens today that's why I'm like this. And besides, I have to get my period, like... what day is it today? March 10th? It's March? Really?

When was the last time I had my period? Cassie was at home. We went to Walmart for pads and ice cream. That was like the end of January. I remember because it was a few days after I started texting Fezco regularly. We even had a conversation about it. I just said I felt sick and he casually asked if he was on "my lady day" which made me burst out laughing.

I should have had my period by now. But maybe I've been so nervous that's why I didn't get it, right?

Oh fuck.

I bit my lip covered in red lipstick. Obviously, all these things are because of the play. But I remember that rainy day in which I don't know how but Fezco and I did something that I haven't been able to say out loud yet. Something twists in my stomach while I try to remember if either of us in that moment of euphoria thought of some form of protection. It was each other's first time, and it was awesome. I've been thinking about that night for weeks and when I went home the next morning I had a text from Fezco.

Fezco

Was it all alright?

I was frozen when I read that message.

me

What do you mean?

Fezco

you know Lex... the stuff we did last night

did u enjoy it

I just giggled because I could imagine a nervous Fezco waiting for my answer.

me

It was the best night I've ever had.

Read the first episode here.

[hyperfixedonsomething]

https://youtu.be/CujeqXZ2P1g

If you haven’t seen this Fezco edit, what are you doing??