Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 17.) - The Final Problem, Part 3.
Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.
A/N: Based on the song All For Us (Labrinth x Zendaya) playing in the last minutes of the end of the season.
Warnings: One of the main character’s manor injuries, murder, PCP hallucinations, drug usage, smth like cartel wars? Idk.
Word count: 2.2 K
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Sometimes, you can acknowledge you were wrong when a long time passes from the moment someone tried to say you that you¦re doing something bad. Especially when you’re going through puberty or when you are an actual teenager. But most of the time, you feel like you are the only one who knows what to do with your life. But usually, you are the most delusional one from all of them.
Everybody is the hero of their story, isn't that right? Even the villains are usually the heroes in their own perception of the world around them. But you do not need to be a villain to do shitty things.
Something it just fucks up on its own, without you even trying to do something. Some trips can be way worse than the previous ones, sometimes you know that there is nothing that could be done to save you.
And sometimes it can cost you more than your dignity. It can cost you the ones you love, it can cost you your health and sometimes when the shits really turned out as the biggest shit of your whole life, you can lose your mind or your life.
It was a game. It always was just a game. A lottery which most of the people had lost. A lottery that can only be played without knowing the rules or predicting the future. Nobody could one hundred percent sure told that you will be alive another day.
It could be applied to everything - every car ride, every shot of booze, every cigarette or every drug trip or operation. Who could promise you that you would be safe? Even you couldn't know.
And this time, the lottery came to an end for you. This was just a Russian roulette you played and the bullet had to come after you one day.
There was a slight pain as your feet fell down to the ground. Glitter from your morning make-up was moving down off from eyelids with the bright violet color as you cried; you were walking around in a milky white mist and you were scared of it because you couldn't see three feet ahead of you. This trip was bad. Like real bad. You were scared for your dear life, you felt like somebody's watching you and there were moments when you stopped because your feet hurt too much.
But the spiders were after you, almost breathing on your back.
Your arms felt cold even though the sweater Fez had landed you, your feet trembled more and with every single step you took and the ground was cold and slippery. That night was too dark for you. You tried to call for him, for Rue or for Jules, you tried even Maddy’s and Cassie's name, but no one answered you. You slowly realized that you are all alone in this. You could feel that the thing is coming to an end because the life inside of you started to slowly disappear.
Meanwhile, Rue ran into Fezco’s apartment and watched him crying, not being able to say a word. Ash had called them just ten minutes prior; and when they had heard what happened, they freaked out and immediately left to Fezco’s place. They didn't ever before try to be faster.
“Fez, Fez, look at me.” - She took his face to her palm and tried to look him in the eyes, meanwhile, Jules found Mouse on the ground. She was one hundred percent sure she was dead, the blood made big circles on the carpet. She jumped in shock and almost threw up, her hand in front of her mouth and her closed because of how watery they became. - “Homeboy, tell me in which direction she went and what did he give her. We need to find her. It is not safe out there this night.”
Rue took the gun out of his palm and put the fuse back into its place, making sure that it’s safe. As she watched her best friend/drug dealer crying, she felt the urge to cry too. Her lips began to curl into one tight line and her eyes watered.
“Fez talk to me, I beg you, please.” - She pleaded, but Jules felt Rue's voice trembling and breaking. Rue bugan to cry as well. She was afraid about Y/N. She could be anywhere at that point.
“PCP. That bastard made her do PCP even when I told him she ain't ready for that kin’ of shit, Rue. She made her do it.” - Fezco cried out and sobbed, slowly cycling his body into a tight, small ball. Fezco was broken - Mouse broke him apart. - “Than she opened up the fuckin’ door, she left and her pupils looked like fuckin’ balloons, he tried to shoot, I shot him and before I could look, she has gon’ out of my sight. I can't leave a fuckin' deadman here.”
"Okay. Okay. Okay..." - Rue was seriously panicking at that point, crying and she was highly disoriented. Jules needed to come to the frame and hold her shoulders to bring her back to reality.
"Go after Y/N - the later will you go, the freezer it becomes outside. I will stay with Fez and we'll call the police. We'll tell them about Mouse drugging an underage kid and Fezco acting in self-defense. Go. Run for her life." - Jules kisser her lips for a long time before pushing Rue or of the door. Rue was really clueless.
Mouse gave you PCP which was a seriously strong drug - so you could only be in a radius of one mile if you weren't used to that shit. She stopped and thought. When you saw the shit you saw on methamphetamines, you were basically done for. You were locked in a world inside your head and you barely saw the world that was real. You would not be walking fast or in one direction, so you had to sit and crawl from time to time.
Rue thanked God she had such a personal experience. She walked within a direct direction from Fezco's house, tried to play what must've happened to you in her head.
The air was getting colder and colder with every passing moment just as the mist got more and more intense.
On the ground, she found a footprint of your Vans shoes - it was not more than twenty minutes older. Maybe even less.
"Y/N?! Y/N, babez, are ya there?" - Rue yelled with a loud sob full of pain, trying to catch any sound you could make in your current state. But it was silent as a graveyard, only the wind whispered in the distance. When she ran down a small hill, she felt like throwing up. There was a road. Cars drove there. And she knew that pavement is something that drugged people ignore completely.
"Y/N?!" - She yelled for the last time. And there you stood in the middle of the road with your make-up smudged, your face bloodless and pale, Fezco's shirt tore apart at some played.
You saw her coming from the mist as a beautiful angel lightened up with heaven's light. Rue had her long curly hair in a bun and she had a long white shirt along with huge wings on. She was offering you her strong palm with a smile full of love and grace. She felt warm and more and more shining with every passing moment. - "Rue..."- Was a single whisper that came from your lips before something push you few meters away and made you fell on the ground. At the moment the reality just turned off and you laid there, completely lifeless, your eyes closed and your body not moving.
Rue was yelling your name, she was offering you her hand, but you ignored. She was afraid to step in the road and you were holding your hand out to a light source somewhere in the darkness. You were whispering her name again and again.
"Yep, baby, it's me, come ’ere." - She begged, but you were mesmerized with something. Rue was afraid of touching you - every time someone touched her, she snapped, the visions turned the person as an intruder and once she almost killed a guy. You were really dangerous at that point. But you continued on walking. - "Please, please, baby girl, come to me. We'll make it work. Come here."
But what happened in the next minute she was not expecting at all. The breaks and car pneumatics made a high pitched noise at the driver tried to stop the car, but it was too late for that. The car hit your fragile body with all of its speed and power and you just flew away for five and more feet.
She was in shock, watching you laying on the ground in an unnatural pose, looking dead. Blood started to concentrate under your head and your eyes were closed, one of your legs was certainly broken.
"Call the ambulance! Hurry up!" - A woman screamed at Rue, she got off the car and went to you, checking on your functions. Rue did call the ambulance, but it was more an automatic pilot then actual Rue talking with the operator.
Then she got onto her knees, she held one of your wrists and kissed it slowly with pain coming through sobs out of her body. She was certain that you're dead. Rue was falling into a hysterical state. Her voice was loud and painful to listen to as she screamed and moved forward and backward. You truly were a part of the family for her and Jules. They loved you like a fucking sister and just moments ago, she saw getting hit by a fucking car.
The emergency came under three minutes, but Rue was afraid that it's too late. She was holding your palm in hers as she watched the lights making your pale face stand out even more. Your skin was dirty, bloody and bruised. The blood under your head was sticky and warm, but your body was colder and paler with each passing minute.
Men from emergency gave you a machine to help you breathe, they checked on your pulse and the temperature of your body, they measured your pressure as they slowly helped you onto the bed, carefully tying up your body to it.
They took you to the hospital, letting the hysterical crying Rue not leaving your side all the time, just entwining your fingers with yours in a tight embrace, kissing every one of your knuckles lightly. She almost started yelling when they tried to separate her from you. When you got to the hospital, the lottery was most likely to go pretty bad for you. She called your parents in a quiet, sobbing tone as she watched how they dropped your body onto the second, clean and tried to stop the blood running out of the back your head.
Rue stood there with tears streaming down her cheeks, she had a long brown coat on and just watched the hall in front of her. It was so clean, everyone was dressed so clean, in white and light green; only you lied there with your body covered in mud and blood, with your leg broken and the bone protruding outta your left knee.
It must've been something similar when they got her to the hospital with her OD. At least you weren't choking on your own vomit, just as Rue was that day. For the very first time in her whole life, she could feel what her mom and her sister were feeling at that moment.
She could feel as the blood was freezing up in her veins because of how scared she was, the surroundings were unnerving with their cleanness and the hall looked like the most neverending one in the whole history. Her eyes slowly started to smart and her head was spinning because of the nerves.
When your family ran there with the horror written down deeply in their faces, Rue wasn't even able to tell something meaningful to them. She just shuttered, but that was understandable. Her whole body was falling into a deep shock while you fought for your whole life.
It felt like nobody could say a single word in the sequences of the things that happen, it felt like forever before Fez and Jules finally made it from the police station. There was a long way for them to go through. The police wanted to investigate everything deeper when both Jules and Fezco will be more able to cooperate with them.
“Don't worry.” - Jules whispered when Rue hugged her, crying into her neck, holding her tightly without the intention to stop. - “I took care of it. They will have nothing on Fezco. We can talk it out.”
The last sentence Fezco said that night was a one which Rue knew that she'll never forget. It was just impossible to get out of her head. She stood there next to Fez, holding his hand in hers, both of them with a painful look on their faces. They were watching you while you were sleeping, all tubed inside out, the machines around you monitoring every little thing that happened inside of you.
Just as doctors said, you were stabilized - which meant you had equal chances of daying and staying alive.
And Fez looked at Rue, his eyes completely emotionless, flat and cold as he watched her next to him.
"I did 't all for us, ya know, Rue? I did it all for love."
Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 16.) - The Final Problem, Part 2.
Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.
A/N: Inspired by Formula and Nate Growing Up by Labrinth, composed for Euphoria's original soundtrack.
Before you do anything bad for the first time, there's that... Feeling. That sick feeling in your stomach which you can feel, but you can't name.
You know. That feeling before you push your cat with its tail. When you puke in your toilette the first time because you drank for the first time. Before you lit up your first cigarette. Before you take the first pill.
It's anticipation mixed with pure fear of the unknown. That's what it is.
And you never had that feeling before going to Fezco's. You never did - it was always the same neighborhood, same people around and your smiley face who opened up the door. But that night was not only freezing your ass.
That night was different. You could feel it in your bones. It was the car you didn't know in front of his door. You watched it with a frown. You didn't know that car.
Could it be another lady who was visiting your boyfriend? That's why he told you that he can't meet you that night under your window? Bullshit. Fezco wasn't capable of having such a big secret hidden away from you. His soul was too pure for that. But... Who was it then?
You didn't know what to do, so you only sat on your bike, watching his door with an open mouth. You felt like you should turn around on your bike, ride to Rue's and please Leslie if you can have a sleepover. No, you couldn't do that either. Your temple was bleeding and Leslie would ask.
You couldn't tell on Fran to Leslie; she would tell your ma and the hell would start again for Fran.
Jules's house. Yeah. That was probably the right choice. Sneak through the back door to her room. She wouldn't be mad at all, you knew that.
But before you could make a move, you felt as your feet froze as the door to Fezco's apartment slowly opened up. It felt like knocking on hell’s door.
At the moment when your eyes made contact, yours and Fezco's, you could see immediate pain and fear. And you started to freeze down even more. He was shaking his head and mouthed breathless and voiceless 'no'. You didn't have any idea what should you do.
It was two men coming out of his apartment. One with tattoos all over his ugly face, the second one was young with something that could be barely called a beard. Your mind connected two dots immediately - it was the seller. Mouse, as Fez and Ash called him. And then Mouse's eyes fell directly on you, sitting on the bike in the middle of the fucking street without having anything to say or do.
Fez could see your temple bleeding, the blood slowly dropping on your cheeks and then the grey sweatshirt and he knew something must've happened to you - because otherwise, you would respect his wish to be alone. But that situation happening around was just fucked up. Ultimately.
"Oh, bro who dat?" - Mouse asked you with a smile. Jesus, that man was just disgusting when he threw a smile at you. You were not far away from puking at any given moment. But you didn't puke - your body was just still frozen down. - "Sweetcheeks. Girl, ya know 'em?" - He asked. Fez was just shaking his head harder at that moment.
But your body almost automatically nodded.
"Looks like I have to be 'ere longer for sweetcheeks, Fezzy." - He laughed and pointed at you. - "Came 'ere. We'll give yo somethin' warm to drink, right, boyos?" - Mouse laughed in a devilish matter.
“Nah. I'm... I'm good. Thank you, kind mister. I will just go home, I just needed to ask something. It can wait.” - You took a firm hold on your bike. Fezco knew that since Mouse has seen you, he won't let you go so easily. Mouse was a psycho when it came to young girls.
Fez still remembered how did Mouse act around with Rue, but he was seriously worried about this time. Because that was a seriously fucked up situation.
“Oh, sweetcheeks. Happiness can’t fuckin’ wait. Come ’ere, we will give yo some.” - He waved his hand at you, so you slowly walked to the door, locking your bike on the terrace.
Mouse had heard about you - he knew you were Fezco’s girlfriend and he even knew heard that sometimes, you help your boyfriend with delivery service. Nobody knew who told on you - but everybody seemed to be aware. Which was terrifying the fuck out of you.
When you entered the door, Mouse put his hand over you and the only thing you did against it was locking your gaze with Fezco. Your eyes were almost empty, terrified and dead.
“Can you... Um... Lend me something? I'm pretty cold.” - You asked Fezco and he looked at Mouse. It was an unsaid question. You needed that you need to ask as calmly as you could until you could cry in Fezco’s arms. Just as you did at your parent’s house when you find out about his source of money. Mouse agreed with a nod, smacking your ass and laughing out loud.
You froze for a second, but then you ran after Fezco into his room, behind some closed door.
“Yo need to be calm and do as I tell ya, ok?” - Fezco whispered and slowly put his rainbow sweatshirt onto your chest. - “I don't ask ya to. Ya need to listen to me. Or we’re all dead.”
“I didn't mean to...” - You took his cheek to your palm, but Fezco was too nervous to even look at you straight. He didn't want to kiss you when his stomach was about to puke. - “I didn't mean to fuck this up, but Fran pushed me on a fucking cabinet and I didn't know where else I should go. I fucking freaked out.”
“We’ll talk when da fucker is gone.” - Fezco answered and left you all alone. So you put his sweatshirt over your head. He was seriously mad at you - and you could tell that he’s scared. For you or of Mouse? You couldn't tell. But one thing was for sure.
His, Ashe’s and your lives fere threatened by that man in his living room.
When you slowly entered the room, they were in the living room - Fezco and Ash sat on the old sofa where you had first slept and Mouse and his friend were on the opposite one. They weren't talking - they were just watching each other and there was a strong tension in the air.
“I think yo can go now, Custer. Make some space for da youn’ sweetcheeks.” - Mouse smiled at his friend. The only thing you could contrate on was your raising heartbeat and dizziness spinning your head. You looked at Fezco, but he was too occupied watching Custer. - “I think that da little one should go too, Fez. Let adults have some fun, am I right?” - He sat up and lit up a cigarette, offering you one as well. You carefully took one and let him lit up it as well since Fez didn't even look at you.
He was all sweaty as his blue eyes watched Custer standing up. Ash looked at Fez with a frown, but Fez nodded and Ash left - he knew where should he hide and wait if the shit goes down. But Custer had left the flat completely and only three of you were sitting in the living room.
Fezco was sweating the living hell out of him at that point, looking at you. Mouse basically let you sit halfway on the couch and halfway on his lap. You were ready to throw up any minute. As you smoked slowly, you closed your eyes and wished for it to end.
Your boyfriend’s eyes didn't leave Mouse’s hand smoothing your upper thigh up and down, teasing him to snap. But you two knew really well how to act cool when the shit around you was going down.
“How do ya do dat, hm?” - Mouse asked Fez and smelled the right side of your neck.
“Do what?” - Fezco answered back, playing with his knuckles nervously.
“Ya have such nice chicks around. Youn’, beautiful play toys. First dat girl with messy hair, now sweetcheeks... How?” - Mouse laid back, leaving his palm on your upper thigh, marking you as his property. That was riding Fezco wild.
“They are a family. Not toys.” - Fezco mumbled. The blood was boiling inside of him, but your eye contact was telling him that he has to stay calm. That you love him and that you trust him with everything you have.
“Tell whatever ya want.” - Mouse chuckled wickedly and searched his pockets. - “I promised you happiness, didn't I?” - He told when you looked at the small plastic bag in his hand. Oh, you did know what it was - the drugs Fezco sometimes bought when you were over at his place. Those hallucinogens.
“I think I'm good. Thank you.” - You smiled politely and tapped the cigarette out. But no wasn't an answer for Mouse. He caught your upper arms tightly, his grip was hurting you so much that you almost started to cry.
“I think yo want to enjoy a bit, sweetcheeks. Yo boyfriend won't let ya?” - Mouse looked at Fezco and slowly leaned to your ear. You closed your eyes firmly and prayed for him letting you go. You didn't want any of it. Then you slowly opened up your eyes and Fezco wasn't even breathing at the moment. You haven't any idea of what you should do next.
So you took it.
And it was the biggest mistake you have ever done in your life.
It was extremely fast as you slipped down to the world of fuckery, that shit was too strong for a non-addict. And both Mouse and Fezco knew it. But at that moment, Fez failed with protecting you. Your mood wasn't good - so the trip could be barely good either.
You saw some scary bullshit just after a few minutes, you got up, held your head, cried and tried to run away. Huge spiders were coming after you, the floor was slippery under your feet and it was cracking, falling apart. You cried and begged Fezco to help, not having a single idea of what is happening.
A sharp sound muttered your cries as you watched a dead body falling next to you. You saw as the blood was slowly dripping onto the carpet below it and screamed because you felt as your body is slowly being covered in that hot, weird something.
Somebody tried to catch you, to stop you, but you cried out loudly and gripped the door, running away into the freezing night. Somebody was calling out your name, but you heard as if you were under the surface of the water. And you didn't stop until you knew that Mouse is not going to follow you there and until you couldn't hear it anymore.
Your drugged body slowly connected the two dots after a long night - somebody was shot at Fezco’s apartment. There was a fucking dead body. And you felt as your heart dropped, as you fell on your knees and cried even louder than before.
It was Fezco. Fezco was shot down. So you ran further and further away, at least you thought you that you are running even if you were crawling in the mud, slamming and slashing into the buildings, falling down on your knees.
You were running away from all of it - those crazy fucking spiders who after you, from the blood covering your hands, arms and legs, slowly drowning you down, you just ran.
But you were afraid that you won't be able to make it at all.
