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ⅰ ◦〉"cuz i love you" 〉𝖋𝖊𝖟𝖈𝖔

Never in your life had you seen Fez cry.

At least he looked like he had been trying to hide it. He rubbed his eyes slowly, and despite trying not to make wiping his tears obvious. Which failed, because he still looked more sad than he did tired. And his attitude wasn't doing your sympathy for him any favors.

"Dammit, Y/N. For the love of God shut the hell up. Half the neighbors can hear you right now."

"Maybe if you just gave me some stuff like I asked a few minutes ago, I wouldn't have to be screaming for you to come out here."

"Y/N, you can't come over here asking for that shit anymore."

You rolled your eyes, leaning your head on the door. His one eye visible through the door was now only a few centimeters parallel to your own.

"And why the hell not? Why the hell not Fez?"

Fez stayed silent, which was becoming your biggest pet peeve with him. He was always a closed book, but it made no sense for him to pull some savior complex like he wasn't the one dealing you drugs in the first place. Impatient from waiting, you spoke again.

"You got a lot of attitude for someone who can't be upfront with me. At least I'm actually fucking honest. Tell me."

"I can't, Y/N."

"Bullshit. Bullshit, Fez," you say, pointing your finger in his face.

"You don't get to just back away from giving me drugs like you're some little angel. If you're gonna cut me off, cut the savior BS and tell me why."

"Y/N..." Fez paused, opening the door finally. With the door open a bit more, an ounce of regret consumes wash you when you finally see his whole face. He was blinking constantly and staring at the ceiling, but this time the tears were too much to hide and ran down his face.

"Fez," you let out softly, taking a deep breath before speaking again, "look at me. whatever you're too upset to tell me has to be a lot worse than not having a buyer anymore. Tell me what's wrong."

Fez's head finally turned to face you, and you found comfort of him finally acknowledging you. Still, you felt guilty for being the reason why he was upset at all.

"I don't like seeing you like this. All drugged and fucked up because of me. Every time I see you, you're all sick like a ghost. Walking around Casper and shit. I don't want you to die."

You let out a gulp, and suddenly the pit of guilt in your stomach seems to leave you inching away from where your eyes met.

This had to be a trick.

He had to be fucking with you.

Someone-Fez of all people, caring about you?

"Why do you care if I die, Fez? It's not like anyone else does."

Fez began to choke out a sob as he spoke, but he got to the point. You just didn't expect for him to be a gushing mess of sadness as he said those words.

"S-Shit, Y/N. It's 'cuz I love you."

He had to be fucking with you-because otherwise-you felt like the biggest asshole in the universe. Were you this oblivious?

But at the same time, it felt kind of good feeing guilty right now. If you felt bad, this was legit. Someone finally gave a shit-you just didn't expect it to be the person who usually let you fuck your body up in the first place. It was under ironic circumstances, sure, but it was good to know.

Actually being loved.

"I didn't know Fez. I'm sorry."

"Nah," he said, sniffling once and wiping the tears staining his cheek one more time.

"But I can't be letting you get fucked up anymore. I know I made this all awkward and shit. And you don't feel-"

You refused to let him finish, pausing his speech and slowly tugging his arm to follow you outside, where the rain still rushing onto the ground poured heavily on the both of you.

You held both your hands on either side of his cheeks, inching his face and lips into yours, leaning for a kiss, before you pulled back.

"Yes I do. And thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me. For caring."

For the first time today, you saw an expression on Fez that didn't make you feel like you committed the worst crime in the world. He smiled.

And that usual worry you always saw in his eyes? Gone. He was relaxed, happier, and with you.

To your surprise, he pulled you closer by the waist, returning his lips back to yours. It lasts for a few minutes before you both pull back for air.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Fez."

"I just can't-"

"I know," you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. "No drugs."

After a few moments passed, you said your goodbyes and returned home.

Sobriety was going to be hard from now on, but whenever temptation slipped your mid, Fez was always the immediate thought. The person you loved most-of course he came first.

So as much as withdrawals had hurt some days, you had to do it for yourself, and for him.

You were going to get better in time, and with Fez as a reason to push forward, every day became slightly easier.