#Elliot Bennett

[bodriomxx111]

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( title in Spanish )

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[duunsdiary]

Elliot Bennett

"An men convert after a life of debauchery. His mother was a prostitute, his father a murderer and Elliot was a notorious thief. After serving time in Coldridge Prison, Elliot became a man of faith and then a overseer."

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[leighbaye]

— HOUSE OF BALLOONS

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , elliot fike 𝔁 m! reader | wc 2750

summary. you’re over at elliot’s house, alone without your sister & jules. he explains the complicated situation between the trio and as you vent out your pent up frustration about the revelation, elliot comes up with a way to calm you down, not that you were imposed.

labels. bennett reader, elliot’s kinda horny, he also gets touchy, mentions of reader nicotine smoking, angry makeouts, praising, hair pulling from both parties, angst, dubcon. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i just needed to write something with elliot & male reader after remembering elliot admitted he fucked ❝ 4 to 3 ❞ guys when jules was interrogating him

you were in elliot’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, fingers fumbling with the buckle on your belt as elliot leaned back, reaching for your vape. the room was dimly lit, curtains drawn tight, suffocating any light that dared creep in. there was a weird tension between the two of you — not new, not entirely unfamiliar, but more pronounced now that it was just the two of you. no jules. no rue. just the silence, punctuated by the quiet hiss of the vape and the soft hum of a playlist neither of you really cared about.

elliot took a drag, his lips pressing against the cool metal, and exhaled slowly. the faint scent of nicotine and something sweeter hung in the air. he glanced at you, as you were still fidgeting with your belt but not really looking at him. elliot ran his tongue over his lower lip, hesitating for a moment before finally breaking the silence.

❝ hey, uh ... can i tell you something? but you gotta promise not to get mad alright? ❞ his voice was calm, lazy, but there was an undercurrent of something more. guilt, maybe.

you paused, your hands stilling on the belt, eyebrows knitting together. ❝ depends on what it is.? ❞

elliot took another drag, stalling. ❝ it's about rue.? ❞

the room seemed to grow colder instantly. your grip on the belt tightened instantly.

❝ what about rue? ❞

elliot sighed, sitting up straighter, letting the vape roll between his fingers. ❝ me, rue, and jules ... it's ... complicated. ❞ he glanced at you, observing your reaction, then pressed on. ❝ i mean, we've all kind of been messing around, you know? it's not exactly a secret.? ❞

you sat up too, your body suddenly tense, reaching into your pocket for your own vape. placing it on your lips, taking a long dab before exhaling sharply. ❝ what the fuck are you talking about, elliot? ❞ your voice was strained, irritation bubbling just under the surface.

elliot bit his lip, trying to figure out how to phrase it without making things worse.

❝ look, man, rue's your sister, i know that, but she's... she's been in a weird place, and jules — ❞

❝ jules? ❞ you cut him off, voice rising ❝ what the fuck does jules have to do with this? ❞

elliot looked away for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ it's not like ... like we planned it or anything. shit just happened. but ... they've been together, kinda ... and i've been there too.? ❞

you coughed, choking on nic, eyes wide with disbelief, ❝ are you fucking serious right now?? ❞

elliot leaned back, avoiding your gaze. ❝ i didn't mean for you to find out like this.? ❞

you then felt a surge of anger rush through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you reached out and grabbed elliot by the collar of his sweater, yanking him forward.

❝ so what, you just ... what the fuck, elliot? ❞

elliot didn't resist, didn't pull back. in fact, a slow, almost smug smirk spread across his lips. it was the kind of smirk that made your blood boil even more. elliot's eyes darkened, and he tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. ❝ you mad at me, y/n? ❞

you grit your teeth, pushing elliot back onto the bed. but elliot's smirk didn't fade. instead, it grew, like he'd just come up with the most brilliant idea. before you could even process what was happening, elliot surged forward, crashing your lips together in a heated, messy kiss. tasting strawberry ice gelato melting in your mouth.

for a second, you froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. but then, something snapped inside you, and you kissed elliot back with a fury that surprised even himself. elliot wasted no time, using the momentum to flip you both over so he was straddling your hips. his hands were everywhere — running up your sides, tangling in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make your breath hitch.

❝ fuck, ❞ you muttered against elliot's lips, your hands trailing finding their way under elliot's shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath. your mind was racing, anger and confusion mixing with something else, something you didn't want to name.

elliot's hands moved lower, toying with your belt buckle like it was some kind of game, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made you shiver. ❝ you're so tense, ❞ elliot whispered, his breath hot against your ear. ❝ you need to relax. ❞

you responded with a low growl, your hands gripping elliot's hips, pulling him down harder against you. the kiss grew more frantic, more desperate, and before you knew it, your fingers were tangling in elliot's hair, tugging hard enough to make elliot gasp into his mouth.

❝ you think you can fuck with my head like that and get away with it?? ❞ you muttered, your voice rough and low. elliot's smirk returned, but this time it was more breathless, more eager.

❝ is that what you think i'm doing? ❞ elliot's voice was teasing, but there was a challenge in his eyes.

you didn't bother answering. instead, you tugged elliot's hair again, harder this time, earning a low moan from him. you felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the sound, the power shifting between you, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. the anger, the confusion, the betrayal - it all faded into the background as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

elliot's fingers fumbled with your belt buckle again, teasing, but you weren’t in the mood for games. you flipped him over once more, pinning elliot beneath you, your hands gripping the sides of elliot's face as you kissed him fiercely. you didn't feel the need to care about being careful or gentle — you just needed to feel something, anything, to drown out the whirlwind of emotions in his chest.

elliot's hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and for a while, it was just you both. no words, no thoughts, just the raw, messy collision of your bodies and mostly your anger.

but then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. you pulled back almost forcefully, your chest heaving, your mind catching up with what had just happened. you stared down at elliot, who was lying beneath you, his lips swollen, his hair a mess from where you had pulled at it.

❝ fuck, ❞ you muttered, scrambling off the bed and running a hand through your own hair. what the hell had you just fucking done?

elliot sat up slowly, watching you with a curious, almost amused expression. ❝ you alright dude.? ❞

❝ no, i'm not fucking alright, ❞ you snapped, grabbing your jacket from the floor and shoving your vapes back in your front pockets, with trembling hands. ❝ i gotta get out of here.❞

before elliot could say anything else, you were already out the door, the sound of it slamming shut echoing in the empty house.

you didn't stop walking until you were outside, the cool night air hitting your face as you leaned against the side of the building, trying to steady your breathing. biting your now swollen lips almost making them bleed. still smelling elliot’s god damn attractive scent lingering around you. it was just so unfortunately intoxicating.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

[troubledontlastalways1999]

euphoria (2019-present) // herakles, euripides // taxi driver (2021-present) // a little life, hanya yanagihara // take a bite by beabadoobee // mr. robot (2015-2019) // ? // ? // nothings matters anymore but you by madison beer // what was i made for by billie eilish // normal people (2020) // girl from nowhere (2018-2021) // ? // looking for alaska by john green // a pearl by mitski.

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - New Year’s Eve

[dadrgone]

day 7 of cringetober - crossover. 2 of my current fixations together

[filministic]

Euphoria (2019-…)

[blueribbonbaby]

New euphoria behind the scenes

[playsthetics]

MBTI: My Favourite Characters

INFJ (3/16)

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Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Amy Elliot Dunne (Gone Girl)

Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)

Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)

Edward Cullen (Twilight)

Nina Sayers (Black Swan)

Noora Sætre (SKAM)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

[justapotato89]

There's something about euphoria that feels like you're fading in and out of a hallucination. There are parts where it feels so painfully real and grounded and other times it feels like it's a fever dream, it's out of your reach, it's so "stereotypical". I could never imagine dressed like half the characters in the show, having access to a gun in my house, or staying out more than half the night during high school. They fit into the, "dramatising the teenage life to show off the broad spectrum of emotions" thing that people usually talk about when talking about Levinson's way of writing and directing the show.

And yet the flashbacks of Maddy being forced to give up her dream for something not related to her, Nate being forced to assume an appearance of extreme masculinity to protect someone close to him, Kat forever being outcast when she was a kid, waiting on the sidelines purely for her appearance, Cassie seeking male validation for her body because of her father and the way she was sexualised all the time, it hits you with a dull thud when you first come to know of it. And then from then on, every single time you can justify some hallucinatory, seemingly impossible and extreme action of theirs it almost pierces through you because of the knife-like quality of the shock.

Nate gave his dad up to the police because he was tired of protecting him. He did it with a gun hand, and an USB of extremely compromising videos in other. And to the audience, (atleast for me) the air thickens putting some space between them and the "i could never??? A gun???" nature of the action.

Then, he looks back at his dad who stands with his hands behind his head, with an almost elegiac look for what never was, a scared little boy mourning for his father, for their relationship which never could be, and suddenly that the gap ceases to exist with an inward rush of vacuum, pushing the detached audience head first into the ocean of overwhelming empathy and connection. Every moment Elordi's character stays there, the intense fluid highlights on his eyes, hand unwilling to pull, the audience is pushed further and further, drowned into that feeling, almost bordering on suffocation.

There's a space between real and not, and that's where euphoria exists for me. The naming is quite apt, because euphoria, the feeling itself, is real and reachable, but when you reach it, its impossible to realise you're manic. And when you don't, it's impossible to think of something that can even close in on a feeling like that. Hence, it's so hard to anchor that feeling down, it passes by between breaths. I'm pretty sure Nate will go back to being an asshole for most of the time in S3, abusive, manipulative, and yet that brief window of vulnerability really drives you insane. Makes it seem so real. Gives the show almost a liminal quality for me. Which is again, quite apt, since they're at the liminal period between childhood and adulthood.

What I suppose I'm trying to say is, it's so real because it ceases to be so. It's paradoxical, illogical but filled with overthinking characters, characters who are observant yet fail to observe the most basic of signals, characters who are unempathetic but the most suffering. This juxtaposition at the heart of adolescence which is adapted into the driving force of the show is what makes it so fucking real.

[noseys1las]

Introduction

Hi!! I’m Syler (or you can call me Silas). I wanna start writing fanfics and blogging so bear with me while I figure out what I’m doing 😭. I’m open to ideas, scenarios, and suggestions for stories as well. Also if you want to be mutuals I’ll probably always follow back!

Stuff about me

I go by they/them

I’m non binary

I’m bisexual

I’m black

Usually I lean towards drawing and painting but I want to give writing a try

Favourite Musicians

Tyler, The Creator

Blood Orange

Mac DeMarco

Beach House

TV Girl

Imogen Heap

Tame Impala

Favourite Shows

Dexter

The Walking Dead

The Boys

Euphoria

9-1-1

The Rookie

The Bear

Breaking Bad

Scenarios I’ll Write About

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Characters I’ll Write About

Elliot (Euphoria)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Maggie Rhee (TWD)

Glenn Rhee (TWD)

Carl Grimes (TWD)

DNI If:

You’re racist, homophobic, transphobic. (I think that’s it??) Also just don’t be a hater basically but I’m open to friendly criticism/feedback

Thank you!!

[n0-al-3n8y]

so do i

[iamnotathornbird]

bring back season three of euphoria as a graphic novel + accompanying soundtrack by labrinth feat. zendaya (w/ dominic fike?).

give fexi the happy ending they deserve (rip angus cloud). retcon ashtray's death because 😢. or maybe don't. idk.

get rid of nate jacobs because 🤮. send cal to jail. mention the other brother and make it NBD (idk away at college somewhere?).

maybe cassie stops chasing terrible boys and turns to drugs or alcohol like her parents. maybe she struggles to get herself together.

retcon kat's awful ending. have her tell ethan that she freaked out about him getting close to her and she didn't mean to break up with him and she really doesn't have a terminal brain disorder because WTF SAM LEVINSON. give her a storyline that doesn't revolve around her weight.

i'm not a writer so idk, but anything is better than waiting around for another year+ for sam levinson to pull something out of his ass when the best he could come up with so far was a knock off of veronica mars.

[troubledontlastalways1999]

mr. robot (2015 - 2019) // mrs. potato head // euphoria (2019-present) // genesis by RAYE // taxi driver (2021 - present) // jennifer's body (2009) // helter skelter (2012) // ? // the end of the f***ing world (2017-2019) // the greatest by billie eilish // alphaville (1965) // babylon (2022) // come to me by bjork // normal people (2020) // pearl (2022) // the mystery of pain by emily dickinson.

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - Jules & Elliot