bad day ❁ euphoria

fez ♡ drunk and disorderly

summary after she comes home drunk, fez tries his best to get avalon to bed (but like not sexually she jus needs to sleep lol)

relationship established, boyfriend-girlfriend, together for a while now

m/f/a fluff :)

trigger warnings alcohol, sexual advances (idk if that makes anyone uncomfortable but just in case!)

word count 1200+

requested by levibesareoff  ilyyy

Heavy rain dances on Avalon's shoulders while she sways down the steep sloping road, twirling in her heels and humming the Mac Miller song that played as she left the party, raindrops the size of peas splashing on her skin and soaking her clothes until her skater dress is a bodycon. The sky is grumbling and grey and when lightening starts webbing on the sky Avalon shrieks with delight, throwing up her hands and almost losing her phone in a gutter. All around her are the houses she always walks past, the same-old same-old she's grown completely sick of. The night softens the blow of suffocating family houses that watch her with unwaveringly judgemental eyes. No lights are on in any window; in this moment the world belongs to her, and her only.

Her parents can't see her like this, which she knows even when so intoxicated someone might as well set her up a hospital room, and so her numb feet take her to Fez's. He can own the world too, she decides, tripping on the stairs up and giggling at herself.

She uses the key he gave her to get out of the rain, not wanting to wait for him to do it in case she froze to death, and eases herself out of her shoes. The room is dark for all but weak streetlight ebbing through the window and the faint glow of recently put-out cigarette butts on the table. The floorboards are cold but a few cautious steps takes her to the rug, not much warmer but more soothing on the fresh blisters. She wriggles her toes a little and sighs in bliss, shoulders dropping and eyes on the blank TV.

"Ava?"

Avalon stumbles back when trying to find the owner of the voice. It's Ashtray. He stands in the doorway to the rest of the house in his approximation of pyjamas, watching her warily. He's trying to gage how drunk she is and when he's satisfied with the conclusion he comes to, he hollers for Fez.

The man surfaces from his room, takes one look at Avalon while she rocks unsteadily back and forth and tells Ashtray to go back to bed.

"Did you drive here?" Is what Fez says first. Avalon shakes her head, pouting a little bit. How dare he assume she would be so irresponsible! She says as much and he manages a quick smile, although he does try to stop himself. "Your parents know you're here?"

This time when she shakes her head, he manages to drawl the word "Shit," and leans against the doorframe. He says he'll text them and tell them where she is to be safe. When he gets his phone out and starts typing Avalon steps off the rug and toward him, overcome with love and a need to show him just how much. Her hands slide up his chest, winding around his neck and pulling him closer. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses him, slow and hard and needy, fingertips pressing into his skin and smile growing on her face. For a moment Fez returns the gesture with the same passion, but then he steps back and away from her. Avalon's arms fall, limp, to her sides.

"What's wrong?" She asks, rubbing the fabric of her dress between her fingers. Fez touches her face, fingers gentle and calloused, and sighs quietly.

"You're drunk, I'm not gonna do anything like that with you when you're drunk. That's not fair on you, baby."

Avalon sticks out her bottom lip like a child and Fez smiles involuntarily - he knows he might just be encouraging her but everything she does makes him want to smile so wide his skin splits. Instead he smothers it and leads her to the bathroom, sitting her on the closed toilet seat while he grabs some of his own clothes for her to change into. She stumbles, giggling quietly, when she tries to get herself dressed, swamped in the offered attire.

"They're big." She drawls, dragging out the last word and swishing the excess fabric of the tee shirt around her thighs. Fez chuckles at her then sits her back down, opening the medicine cabinet to get The Bag. When Avalon started habitually staying over, Fez bought everything he knew she used at night and in the mornings (skin care, hair care, spare tampons, toothbrush...) so she wouldn't worry about forgetting anything at home.

He clumsily takes what remains of her makeup off her face, bumbling around the products and doing his best to guess what he's supposed to be using. He finishes with moisturiser - that he knows for sure is the final product - and sits back to look at his handiwork. The owner of his handiwork smiles sleepily and plants a kiss on his nose.

"You're so lovely, Fez." She mumbles, kissing his nose again before going for his lips. He swerves quickly and Avalon whines.

"I'm not taking advantage of you, mama." He explains again.

"You're not, we have sex when I'm not drunk! This is no different to those times but I am drunk is all!"

Fez shakes his head, standing slowly. "It just don't sit right with me. Now c'mon, I don't want Ashtray sneakin' around and seeing you like this again."

"Why not?" Avalon asks, pouting once again while Fez takes her by the hand to his bedroom. He locks the door and turns on the tiny lamp on his bedside table. Avalon made him buy both of those things.

"He looks up to you 'n' shit and it gives him, like, good standards. I ain't want him to get a girlfriend who's not almost as good as you. No-one could ever be as good as you but at least almost."

Avalon sits beside him on the bed, resting her heavy head on his shoulder. "Nah, he can do better than me. You can do better than me." She sits back, hands on her chest, "Is that why you won't have sex with me right now? Because you don't love me?"

Fez tuts and affectionately pushes Avalon into the pillows, playful but also just trying to get her to sleep off the alcohol. "Get outta here with that bullshit, we're not doing that tonight and you can't guilt me into it. That's fuckin' manipulation." He kisses her forehead and goes to the other side of the bed so he can spoon her.

"It's not, I just want you to fuck me..." Avalon says, but she's barely awake. Fez says that he knows she does, smoothing back her hair and kissing her again. It takes her less than a minute to pass out and Fez, smiling a little in the darkness, mentally congratulates himself for handling the situation. He really is getting better at this - Avalon is the first girl he's ever felt serious about, being able to take control of a situation with her means he could take control of a situation with their kid one day.

She wakes him up to share her bowl of cereal and, now sober, she gets what she wanted.