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ⅰ ◦〉"cuz i love you" 〉𝖋𝖊𝖟𝖈𝖔

PLOT: The Reader is a common buyer from Fez but he's fallen in love with her, so this time around he won't give her any. She freaks out on  him about it not understanding why, and then he confesses why.

SETTING: Fezco's Apartment

PAIRING: Fezco x Female Reader

REQUEST: the lovely @Candy_apple_tree - thank you for the request!

WARNING: cursing, drug use

A/N: So sorry I've been gone so long! I've been very busy w/ school but I'm back now!

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Y/N's POV

Fez would never admit it, but he would've walked the ends of the earth for you.

For three or so months now, ever since junior year of highschool, you'd been buying from Fezco.

He lived in the large, generous apartment a couple minutes walk from where you lived.

You'd come there every few weeks, only 17 the first time. You had a pitiful look on your face the first day you met him, seeming more sad and upset, "a sad puppy," he called you. It was nice to be admired, even if you didn't know what he liked about you, exactly.

A small part of you thought maybe he just felt pity for you, seeing as you were always walking around town aimlessly from day to night, almost as if the danger of walking alone at night was better than whatever awaited you when you got home before you met him.

To be fair-you came from a semi average family. They were kind, respectable, well-off. Your parents just didn't seem to pay much attention, and mentally-you were slipping through the cracks. A normal girl like you was supposed to "preppy and shit" and "away from the hard stuff" according to Fez.

Your parents seemed to have this perfect bubble whatever what going wrong in your head was perpetually on the edge of popping. As long as you kept up appearances during the day, the perfect middle class family with the perfect looking daughter-it didn't matter that your thoughts were troubling, or that you may have secretly decided to sneak out at night. And to do drugs, no doubt.

Happiness seemed to be a wall that blocked from you and couldn't be fixed with proper sleep, perfect grades, or mingling at parties like everyone else at East Highland seemed to. There was no way to talk about it in a way that made sense, but maybe, someone would care soon.

To you, the solution was simple: to feel something. It didn't matter how much it hurt, if you were wasting into skin and bone, or that you were slowly distancing from all your friends and family.

No one ever seemed to ask if you were ok, and how could they? Drugs were the only thing that brought emotion into you these days, and the people around you didn't actually care how you felt.

They usually just gawked at your newfound waiting appearance, scrawny like a skeleton and sickly pale, your voice croaking as if every heaving breath was your last. As far as everyone knew: it was better to leave you alone.

In a fucked up way, it was kind of nice to be given attention for once, even if it was out of worry. Ashtray would sometimes joke about how you looked like a ghost, to which Fez elbowed him and he shut up.