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You’d begged Fez to stay in with you for New Year’s, you could get drunk, watch the ball drop on TV and after that have sex on the couch after Ash goes to bed.
With Fez’s line of work though, New Year’s parties, especially ones with a bunch of high schoolers, were prime money-making spots for selling drugs. People wanted to get drunk or cross faded and just forget about their normal lives for a while.
“I gotta go baby, I’ll be back before one I promise, we’ll still have our own fun ‘ight?” Fez tried to reason with you. You were sitting on the bathroom counter while he got ready, pulling on the green sweater you’d gotten him for Christmas.
He looked handsome in it, it really brought out his hair, made the ginger color of it pop.
Fez placed his hands on your knees, and you opened your legs so that he could stand between them. You looked up at him, pouting and began to mess with the chain around his neck.
“Girl don’t look at me like that,” Fez groaned, pulling you into his chest, your arms linking around him as he did. “Come with, wear that little blue dress of yours.”
The dress in question was one he bought you a few months ago, it was short, had thin straps and was a cute powder blue color. It hugged your figure in all the right places, making your ass look amazing. It shimmered in the light whenever you moved, especially when you were dancing. Fez couldn’t keep his eyes off you when you wore it.
As much as you wanted to wear it and tease him while you danced at the party, getting drunk on the couch, and watching Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve special was calling your name too.
“C’mon baby, for me?” Fez asked as you pulled away from his chest, looking up at him. He was giving you a look he knew made you melt.
“Fine,” you pouted, “but I’m gonna complain the whole time.”
“Yeah, yeah, get your ass ready,” Fez told you, making you hop down from the bathroom counter.
In less than an hour you were ready, dress on, hair styled to frame your face and makeup done, complete with some blue sparkle on your lids that matched the dress.
You walked into the living room where Ash and Fez were waiting, watching the start of the New Year’s festivities on TV. Fez looked up, his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he eyed you, standing up.
“Fuck baby girl, you lookin’ beautiful as hell,” Fez said, hands moving to your waist as he stood in front of you.
“Thanks babe,” you told him, leaning up to kiss him.
“Can we just go?” Ash groaned, pushing past you both to the front door.
“Yeah, come on, we pickin’ up Rue too,” Fez told you, grabbing the car keys off the table and taking your hand.
You, Fez, and Ash left, stopping by to pick up an obviously high as fuck Rue. On the way to the party, she rapped along to every song that played, getting you to join in. She was a hell of a good time, but the fact she had relapsed again scared you.
You made a mental note to talk to her about it soon but decided to just let her have this night of fun, hopefully that wouldn’t be something you’d come to regret.
When you got to the party Rue sort of disappeared, Ash went to deal, and you got you and Fez a drink. Before Fez could have you all to himself, you were bombarded by Maddie, Jules, and Kat, who dragged you out to dance in the living room which served as the ‘dancefloor’.
You followed, happy to see the girls again, since you were no longer in school as you were the same age as Fez, you rarely saw the girls you made friends with when they were still practically little kids.
You saw them at a party your senior year and spooked off some fucker obviously trying to spike their drinks, it was friendship at first sight.
The familiar beat of “Don’t Stop the Music,” by Rihanna started to play and you began dancing with the girls, swaying your hips to the beat as you sipped your drink, the alcohol burning your throat just slightly in the best way possible.
You caught sight of Fez sitting on a couch across the room, lit joint between his fingers, all focus on you as you danced. His eyes followed your hips as he took a drag off the joint, blowing the smoke slowly from his lips after a moment.
There was something so hot about watching him smoke, but you really just couldn’t put your finger on it, but whatever it was made you want to jump him right there on that couch.
After a bit of dancing, you excused yourself to go sit with Fez for a bit, but not before you were practically forced into taking a couple Jager shots. It added to the warm feeling in your cheeks, and you definitely had a good buzz going on.
You refilled your drink and headed over to Fez, plopping down on his lap.
Fez smiled, a hand moving to rub your back a bit and you leaned into him, “Having a good time baby?”.
You nodded, giggling a bit as you put an arm around your boyfriend, scratching lightly at the back of his scalp, “You?” you asked.
Fez nodded, eyes drooping a bit and red from the high he was soaring on at the moment, “Liked watching you dance,” he said, voice now a bit lower than before, moving his head closer to you, lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck a bit.
His beard tickled making you laugh softly, Fez brought his head up and kissed you, lips moving lazily against yours. His hands moved up and down your sides, squeezing your ass a bit too.
You pulled away from him, leaning your forehead against his. “As much as I want you right now, I don’t think we can fuck on this couch,” you joked.
“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” Fez smirked, pecking your lips again.
Bringing up your left hand you pointed to the small F tattooed on the side of your ring finger that Ash did for you about a month or so ago as a surprise for yours and Fez’s anniversary. “Everybody already knows that baby,” you cooed, making Fez smirk again.
“They fuckin’ better,” he told you, pulling you closer again. You rested against him for a while, watching people dance and resting your feet, the heels you wore were adorable but after dancing for a bit your feet were already hurting.
It was nearing closer to midnight when Maddie, who was now joined by a rather nervous looking Cassie, grabbed you again to dance.
You obliged, giving Fez a kiss before heading back to dance with them. “Sexy Bitch” was now blasting through the house, you’d gotten a bit more drunk now and just danced however you thought best fit the beat. You had some rhythm, but that essentially went away when you were drunk.
Some guy with long hair and a red shirt suddenly pushed into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, “It’s the New Year bitches!” he shouted, making everyone cheer.
You looked to see if Fez was still sitting on the couch, as you wanted to give him a New Year’s kiss, but he was standing up, pulling off his green sweater, revealing the white, long sleeve shirt he had on underneath, and began walking towards the small counter the drinks were at.
Your eyes followed his line of sight, and standing right in the direction he was walking, was Nate Jacobs.
The exact Nate Jacobs who had threatened Rue and Jules, and you knew for a fact he had given Maddie those bruises on her neck a couple months ago. He’d also called the cops on Fez, which led to him getting raided by police, thankfully nothing had been found at the time. Nate had even threatened you, telling Fez it’d be a shame if something happened to your “pretty face.”
You moved away from Maddie whom you were dancing with, but before you could try and make your way over to Fez, a hand grabbed your arm.
Looking over you saw it was Ash, “Come on, time to go girl,” he told you, pulling you in the direction of the front door.
“Ash…wait, what’s going on? What’s Fez doing?” you asked, trying to get your hand out of the kid’s grip, but he was a strong ass 12-year-old.
“Just come on, we have to go!” Ash told you, and you let him pull you away and out of the house.
You quickly followed him to the car, climbing into the passenger seat while he slid into the driver’s seat and turned on the car.
Suddenly, the thumping of the music coming from inside the house stopped, and you swear you could hear screams.
“Ash! What the fuck!?” you exclaimed, putting your hand on the door handle to get out but Ash stopped you.
“Just stay here! Fez wanted you out before things got bad,” was all Ash told you.
You suddenly saw Fez practically sprint out of the front door, green sweater in hand. Ash climbed into the backseat just as Fez got to the car, getting in the driver’s seat, and putting the car in reverse, not even stopping to put on his seatbelt.
“Fez, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, obvious concern in your voice.
When you saw the blood that painted his knuckles red your concern only deepened.
“Fez, please, what happened?” you tried again, putting your hand on your boyfriend’s arm. He gently shook you off, speeding down the residential street.
“We gotta go baby, I’ll tell you at home,” was all he said.
You trusted Fez, you really did, you trusted him with your fucking life, but he ALWAYS told you what was going on and what was going to happen and where, whatever happened in that house was not explained to you.
Your phone suddenly started buzzing and you grabbed it out of your purse, but Fez plucked it from your hands, shoving it into his pocket as he turned down a quieter street, less houses, less people.
“Fez!” you shouted, trying to get your phone back but Fez grabbed your wrist, not hard, he’d never hurt you, but just so you would stop.
You pulled your hand away and crossed your arms, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window, obviously now pissed at Fez, considering when he moved a hand to rest on your thigh you pushed it off, making him groan in frustration.
The rest of the ride home was silent, and you got out of the car as soon as it stopped, slamming your door shut behind you and practically stomping into the house.
You headed into Fez’s bedroom, which at this point was yours as well, and kicked off your heels, attempting to unzip your dress when Fez came in, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
“Go away,” you told him, your tone filled with annoyance.
“Last time I checked this is my room too baby,” Fez told you, so, like a child, you left the bedroom and went to the living room where Ash was sitting on the couch, leg bouncing nervously.
“Can you?” you asked him, turning to signal you needed help.
Ash pulled the zipper down just enough so that you could reach it and you headed to the bathroom, sighing when you found Fez there, washing the blood off his hands.
You ignored your boyfriend completely and pulled the dress off after unzipping it the rest of the way, you grabbed one of Fez’s t-shirts off the bathroom floor and pulled it over your head, tying your hair up into a ponytail after.
Fez’s hands were no longer covered in blood, but you could see some of the blood had been his as some of his knuckles were bruised and bleeding now.
“What happened?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“Taught that playboy a lesson,” was all Fez told you, grabbing the first aid kid from under the sink and pulling out some ointment and a wrap for his hands.
The realization of what happened hit you like a truck.
“Nate? You beat up Nate Jacobs?!” you shouted, “Fez, his fucking daddy will have your ass in jail before you can even blink! What were you thinking?!”.
“I was thinkin’ that little bitch needed to get put in his goddamn place!” Fez shouted back, making you jump a bit, he never yelled, at least not at you.
“You better hope that boy either dies or doesn’t remember shit if he wakes up!” you spat, making a move to leave the bathroom, but Fez grabbed your arm.
“I did it for you baby! For Rue and her friends!” he explained desperately now, “No one fucks with my family you know that.”
Squeezing your eyes shut you sighed, taking a deep breath before turning around, making Fez let go of your arm.
“I…I don’t want anything to happen to you,” you said, quieter now, too exhausted at this point to yell anymore.
“Nothin’ gonna happen to me baby, nothin’ ever has,” Fez told you, he looked sad now, and you hated seeing him sad.
“But what if something does Fez? What if you get hurt? What if you go to prison and I never see you again?” you asked, voice wobbling, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
Fez’s eyes softened completely as he took you into his arms, holding you against his chest. “I-I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry,” he told you, you began to cry, holding him tightly.
Fez was practically all you had, your dad dipped when you were four, your mom died when you were ten and your grandparents were both dead by the time you were eighteen. Fez was your family, and if anything happened to him, you and Ash would be good as dead.
“N-Not your fault,” you whimpered out, “Nate’s a bitch.”
At that, Fez chuckled, “A little bitch,” he added.
After you collected yourself, you pulled away from Fez, reaching behind you and gently grabbing his hands, bringing them around so you could look at his injuries.
“Let me help,” you told him, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the tub.
Fez did as he was told while you grabbed everything you needed. You cleaned Fez’s knuckles with a wet washcloth once more to get off some more blood that had started to dry.
After that you spread the ointment on the cuts with a q-tip before beginning to wrap them up in bandages.
Fez watched you intently, a small smile on his face, “What?” you asked, looking up at him from your kneeled position on the bathroom floor.
“Look so cute when you’re takin’ care of me,” Fez teased you, making you roll your eyes but smile none the less.
Fez’s knuckles were soon all bandaged up, and when you moved to get up, Fez stopped you, “Forgot somethin’,” he told you, making you raise an eyebrow. “Kiss it better?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes again but took his big hands in your smaller ones, kissing each bandaged knuckle carefully before dropping his hands and standing up.
“There, all better by the morning,” Fez said, getting up from the side of the tub and pulling off his white shirt, leaving him in his jeans.
“Oh, shut up,” you said, making Fez laugh.
You both got ready for bed, and made sure Ash was alright before heading to the bedroom. Fez got in bed first while you grabbed your phone from his jeans that he’d just taken off. You had a few missed calls and texts from a few of the girls, mostly Maddie.
You’d deal with it in the morning.
Crawling into bed beside Fez you laid your head on his chest, resting your arm across his stomach. Fez kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.
“We’ll be okay baby,” he told you softly, running a hand up and down your back.
You nodded, “I know,” you told him, although something was nagging at you that that wasn’t true.
Ignoring it though you settled in to sleep, closing your eyes and praying that the New Year wasn’t going to be a complete shit show.