Fezco ᜊ

For three years, you were Fezco's girl. Everything was (in his own way) perfect. You became a mother figure to Ashtray, who truly needed your guidance; you took care of Fez's grandmother when he couldn't help her; and, above all, you took care of the rough and tough Fez.

Fez loved you immensely. He valued you above almost everything. He would do anything to protect you, make you happy, and give you everything you wanted. Fez spoiled you. You were his favorite girl, and his favorite girl got whatever she wanted. He bought you new clothes, paid for your manicures, cooked for you, cleaned for you (and he had never been good at it), wrote you letters, always let you know where he was going and what he was doing, and left you voice notes or called you when he got home.

Dating someone like Fez was scary. A drug dealer, Fez often dealt with dangerous people. But, curiously, you never felt unsafe. Fez took care of anyone who threatened you. And he wasn't known for being merciful.

Tonight, you opened the door to your apartment, sobbing and wiping away tears to hide them from Fez. A man from work had been harassing you, and you knew that if you told Fez, he would probably end up in a ditch. But, unfortunately, upon arriving home, Fez was waiting for you in the kitchen, frowning as he saw you. It was obvious that your attempts to hide it wouldn't work. He knew his girl perfectly.

Even Ashtray, who was sitting at the end of the table eating a bowl of cereal, frowned with concern and stiffened. He was overprotective of you too; you were like a mother to him.

Fez spoke first.

"Baby... are you okay? What's wrong?"

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