#Fezco O’Neill

[wholesome-holland]

euphoria masterlist!

emily’s navigation rules for requesting

rue bennett

to be added!

fezco o’neill

look whose got a torch

mini me (lwgat part two)

empty house

ashtray o’neill (platonic only!)

nightmares

mini me (lwgat part two)

maddy perez

lovesick

karma’s a bitch

cassie howard

permanent mistakes

clingy

lexi howard

to be added!

kat hernandez

to be added!

jules vaughn

to be added!

nate jacobs

to be added!

ethan daley

to be added!

faye

to be added!

elliot

to be added!

gia bennett (platonic only!)

to be added!

[scarliefrancis]

Do they know I was grown with you? If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you.

Stay with me, my blood.

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - The O’Neill’s Store

[plentyoffexi]

Grandma suze + Facebook post

[oopsgracie]

leaving and learning

just a little something i found in my drafts after rewatching euphoria, i miss them so bad. might make it into something bigger if i can find the inspiration but as always you can send me suggestions :)

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"Ashtray O'Neill, if I have to drag you back here myself don't believe I won't for a second." He's stopped in the doorway, deciding whether to turn around and face her wrath or run, and risk her disappointment later. The late summer sun is bleeding through the window and spilling across the kitchen table that she's stood by. It catches her hair too, setting it ablaze in streams of red and gold and as much as it looks like a halo, she sure as hell ain't acting like no angel.

"You better listen to her bruh, she's mad scary for real." Fez sits on the worktop blinking slowly between them, trying not to laugh. "Ain't that right ma?" In his warmth she softens, it's the first and only time Lexi's resolve dwindles that day.

"I ain't coming back nowhere if you gonna get all fucking disgusting like that." He felt suddenly like they were trying to parent him— a foreign concept. Even at seventeen she was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of overbearing, obsessively outgoing optimism, and someone he regretfully found himself turning soft for, try as he might to wall her out, which was the first and only time he needed to learn that there were more ways than one to love Lexi Howard.

"It's not disgusting. What's disgusting is your spelling. Now sit." She doesn't ever raise her voice, it just sharpens into something surprisingly threatening. Fez watches with an open mouth.

For the first time in his life, Ashtray listens.

After she's explained how to do one, been through two with him and offered up a pencil he's more than well versed in the fundamental principles and purpose of the crossword, just struggling to put it into practice. Lexi sits patiently beside him, embodying encouragement, pointing out mistakes he's made and quietly showing him how to fix them, grinning like an idiot when he does it himself even when she's anything but.

He doesn't say anything this time when Fez comes up behind her and tucks his head into the crook of her shoulder, hiding a smile. They deserve this much, to share afternoons together while they can. It's so rare they indulge themselves in this little domestic dream she's constructed— it feels a lot like playing house when she stays for the odd weekend, blissful and naive and ultimately... all pretend. But such a comfort they act like it won't eventually be quashed by the fetters of reality come Monday morning when she leaves for school. So who's to tell them they can't have that? Their little corner of the universe to share, however briefly? Not Ashtray.

Even so, she pretends not to notice for his sake, beaming with pride that's contagious as he fills in the final letter.

Correctly.

It's nothing really, but she makes him feel like it matters.

Which is why he does it again the next day, a little faster this time. And again after that the next morning. He finds himself spelling when she's at school, he finds himself spelling when she's gone. It's the only semblance of routine he maintains and a reminder. Of what he isn't quite sure, only that it feels like warmth and that summer sunlight falling on his face again— everything about it is simply, undoubtedly Lexi and serves as a comfort in her absence, a certain kind of motivation to be better.

He thinks that might be what a lesson is.

[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.

[hellishchrissy]

also do check out my ao3! there might be some fics there that i havent put on tumblr bc i cannor for the love of me keep up with them lol

[pickpetals]

@fraegiles, ❝ should i be worried? ❞

doe eyes look up at him with a caution, making the lie get caught in his throat and knot his tongue. distance is always kept for the sake of protection, but a selfish decision was made to allow himself to be absorbed by a brightness that he's always pushed away. her intentions are much purer than his own, good girl + bad boy, but nothing will waver in his desire to keep her blissfully unaware. involving her in the knowledge of a murder that he doesn't plan to let his brother go down for will do nothing but harm them both, so he bites on the knot and swallows the obstacle. he reaches out and brushes a piece of hair behind her ear before allowing his hand to drop, offering her a closed lip smile. ❝ nah, not a thing to be worried about, shorty. heard that worryin' is bad for wrinkles, you way too young for wrinkles. ❞

[thesweetescapism]

what would be fez’s spotify wrapped? lexi’s?

Lexi’s Top 5

- Charli XCX

- Soccer Mommy

- Clairo

- Etta James

- Doja Cat

Fez’s Top 5

- Biggie

- 2Pac

- Mobb Deep

- Action Bronson

- Anita Baker

Fez is definitely a 90’s guy and very rarely ventures out of the decade. He’s hip-hop/r&b 95% of the time. Whenever Fez throws on Anita Baker when it’s time to clean Ash always clowns him for “this old head music” but Fez loves her and it reminds him of his grandma (“Now that Anita, she has soul. Voice smoother than butter melting on the stove!”)

Lexi kinda can be all over the place but mostly enjoys all versions of pop - power pop, pop punk, pop rock, late 90’s bubblegum pop etc. I personally don’t think she loves Taylor Swift as much as the fandom thinks she does (nothing against her, she’s cool) BUT she’ll listen to 1989 until the wheels fall off. And she picks which Lana album to listen to depending on her mood. She listens to oldies on the weekends quite a bit, Motown hits, songs that make you feel like you walked into a 1950’s diner. It reminds her of the weekends when she was a kid and her mom and dad would take her and Cassie for a day downtown, K-EARTH 101 (ifykyk) on in the background of the drive.

Thanks for the ask 😘

[thesweetescapism]

Lexi on Valentines Day this year, Fezco prays.

Agent Provocateur | Kateryna • waspie set in scarlet red Leavers lace + silk | Spring Summer 2023

[euphoriashots]

Euphoria - Young Fezco

[plentyoffexi]

Future fexi wishing their oldest son, Bobby a happy 18th birthday !! <3

[onlyfezco]

Happy New Year, Ma - Fezco

Summary: After Fez smashes Nate’s face in, you come over to help take care of his hand.

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,330

Author’s Note: This started because I kept rewatching that scene of Fez beating Nate’s ass and I was turned on from it. Anybody else? No? Just me? Okay lol. Also, this should have been posted like January 2nd lol. My bad.

“What?”

“Let me in Ash.”

“What you doin’ here,” Ash question through the screen door. 

“I’m here to help,” you replied as you held up your mom’s first aid kit as proof.

Ashtray huffed then opened the screen door. 

“Where is he?”

Ash nodded his head in the direction for you to follow. “Kitchen.”

You made your way down the hallway already knowing your way around the O’Neil home. Once in the kitchen entryway, you saw Fez, closing the lid on a Tylenol bottle, his hand haphazardly wrapped in gauze. 

You sighed shaking your head at the sight. “Really, Fezco?”

Fez turned around to see your disappointed expression. His eyes trailed down your body to see you still in your New Year’s Eve dress, a long cream coat, heels still on, with a black bag in tow. 

“What you doing here? Go back to the party,” Fez said shaking his head, then walked pass you. 

“I’m here to clean up your hand.”

“Don’t need any help. Took care of it.”

“Like you took care of Nate,” you asked, annoyance in your voice. 

“You come over here just to tell me I messed up,” Fez asked, plopping down on the couch.

“No... seriously Fez. Let me help.”

Fez eyed you considering your offer. All he had to clean up his hand was water, soap, and gauze. “Fine.”

Relief filled your eyes, your lips turning up into a small smile. “Bathroom please.” You quickly took your coat off, dropping it on the couch before you turned, going down the hall knowing Fez would follow. You sat your mom’s first aid kit on the counter, taking out the supplies you would need. 

“Where you get all this from?”

“My mom’s cabinet. My house was only a few doors down from the party. I knew you wouldn’t have anything to take care of that,” you said, nodding your head towards his messed up hand. 

Fez put the toilet seat down then sat. You reached for his hand and began unwrapping his attempt to cover up his cuts.

His hand was bruised and still bleeding. Your face winced at the sight. “Oh Fez.”

Fez just sat there quietly not making eye contact with you. Nate deserved what he got, but he didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes. 

You noticed a tiny shard of glass still in his skin. “Did you even try to clean this up?”

“Not exactly a doctor over here.”

You rinsed his hand off in the sink then dried it off. Cleaned up the skin between the cuts with some alcohol. You put a little Neosporin on the cuts to help them heal. For just a moment, you held his hand looking at the cuts and bruises. Your thumb moving back and forth over his enact skin. 

Pulling out a bandage to began wrapping up his hand, you broke the silence. “Why’d you do it, Fez? I know Nate Jacobs is an ass and I don’t doubt he deserve it, but... why at a party in front of everyone?”

Fez was quiet for a moment. Just watching you wrap the bandage around hand and through his fingers. “Remember the raid I told you about?” You just nodded. “He tipped them off.”

Your face scrunched up, anger clouding your eyes. You didn’t question how Fez knew it was Nate. You believed him. If Fez and Ash wouldn’t have had time to flush all the drugs they had, Fez would be in jail, Ash would probably be in foster care, and their grandma sent to a home. The thought made your blood boil. You tried to put all your focus into carefully wrapping Fez’s hand. Not too tight so he could still feel his fingers, but tight enough to stop any bleeding or the bandage from falling off.

“But why at the party?”

“Rather me have pulled up to his house?”

You finished wrapping his hand then began putting up your things. “No, but... witnesses Fez. And that family has pull in this town. What’s to stop him from pressing charges?”

“He ain’t gonna do nothin’,” Fez replied confidently. 

“You don’t know that,” you said annoyed how easily he downplayed the situation. 

“Trust me, ma,” Fez said standing up, now looking down at you. “Nothin’s gonna happen. And if it does, that’s for me to worry ‘bout.”

You stared up into Fezco’s crystal blue eyes. You sucked your teeth then looked away. “Fine. Whatever.” Then you turned and zipped up your bag, completely over this night.

“I’m sorry.”

Anger turned to confusion, turning your head to face him. Your expression asking the question your lips didn’t have to say.

“For ruinin’ the start to your New Year. You should be at that party with your friends. Not here with me.”

You reached out for his good hand. “You are my friend, Fez. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

“Nah, you were suppose to be takin’ a shot or kissin’ some guy. Not watching me punch Nate in the face.”

You chuckled. “Well, I don’t drink. I see how my friends get and somebody has to be the sober one. As for the kissing part... I’m kinda lackin’ in that department.”

Fezco was staring you down making you nervous. You began to drop his hand and look away, but he quickly picked it back up, lacing your fingers between his. You glanced down at your interlaced fingers, your cheeks growing hot. 

“That’s hard to believe,” Fez said. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you replied, “well, believe it.”

Both of you were silent just staring at one another. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest. Fez was moving in closer to you and before your brain had time to process what was happening, his lips were hovering over yours.

Fez’s voice came out softer than you’ve ever heard it before, “Can I?”

You didn’t trust your mouth to speak properly so you settled on nodding your head. Fez took the leap and closed to small gap in between you two. His hand that was holding yours let go and came up to your neck, his thumb gently touching your cheek. 

He was being so sweet and tender with you, but you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer to you, so now you were chest to chest. 

Fez was trying his best not to move his bandaged hand, but he couldn’t help himself. His other hand wrapped around your back, a moan leaving your lips. 

The two of you got lost in each other. You began to feel off balance a little, the two of you trying to get as close to each other as possible, you taking a step back. Then you felt your back hit the sink counter. Fezco yelped in pain, taking a step away from you, his hands leaving your body. 

Your hands shot up to your mouth, covering your lips. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over feeling guilty for his hand getting smashed between your backside and the hard counter top. 

“Nah,” Fez replied holding his hand tight to his chest. “Ain’t your fault.” His hand stung, the skin not under the bandage turning red. 

You grimaced at his hand making Fez feel bad that you were feeling bad because of him. 

“Hey,” he said catching your attention dropping his hand so you wouldn’t stare at it feeling guilty. Once you made eye contact with him, Fezco continued. “Happy New Year, ma.”

You smiled up at the ginger, your heart filling with joy. “Happy New Year, Fezco.” You watched the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile, his cheeks turning a light shade of red before you spoke again. “Let’s go put some ice on that hand of yours,” you said sweetly feeling bad for the extra pain he was in now. You grabbed his good hand then led him out the bathroom. 

[thesweetescapism]

Needing a fic where Fez gets Lexi one of these.

♡ Source ♡

[princessconsuela120]

❃ ONE FOOT, TWO FOOT ❃

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Summary: Fezco teaches his daughter how to tie her shoes.

Warnings: nighing but cursing, it’s so adorable.

Authors note: you can def imagine this as a one shot but it’s also just a little glimpse into Alyssa and Fezco’s future from Teotfw and Mmaos!! Enjoy!!!

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EVER SINCE THE DAY SHE WAS BORN, Marie Rue O’Neil had her father wrapped around her little finger. She was the youngest girl in the family, which ofcourse welded a special hole in Fezco’s heart, and regardless of having her moms looks she was a complete trouble maker, though I guess she also got that from her mom. Now that she was three and learning, just like all his kids Fezco wanted to make sure she knew the official O’Neil way of tying her shoes.

“Alright munchkin, now listen. You got one foot two foot, left foot right foot.” Fezco said, mimicking the dr she’s book she loved to read as he put her shoes on.

“But that doesn’t rhyme.” Marie, ray, replied, sighing frustratedly at her dad as he shrugged.

“Does it have to rhyme?” He asked, and she quickly nodded.

“If it doesn’t rhyme how will I remember?”

She had a point there.

“You know you got a point kid. Alright, fine. One foot two foot red foot blue foot.” He rhymed again, this time smiling at himself proudly even if he just copied the book.

“But my feet aren’t red and blue?” Ray questioned, sctractching her head as she tried to think to herself. It may have just been one of the cutest things Fezco had ever seen.

“Did it rhyme?”

“Yeah.”

“Then stop complaining. Now, what you wanna do, is loop the bunny ear around the other bunny ear.” Fezco explained, looping the laces in Ray’s shoes. “Then you loop, you swoop and you pull. Boom! Shoes are tied. And it rhymed.” Fezco winked at Ray, poking her tummy playfully as she giggled. She then leaned down to try to tie them on her own.

“Loop it, swoop it, pull.” She said proudly, making Fezco lift her up proudly.

“There you go munchkin! Now do your left foot.” He explained, untying her other shoe so she could practice.

“I already did my left foot.” She explained, pointing to her right foot, not knowing the difference.

“No your other left kid. No you’re other foot, other foot Ray…”

“Daddy!” She shouted, interrupting him. “These are the only feet I have!”

“Hey, take it easy kiddo. I was talking about this foot over here.” Fezco teased, laughing at her sudden outburst as she calmed in a second.

“Oh, I didn’t even see it over there without its laces tied.” She said calmly, making fezco laugh again.

“That’s why you gotta tie dem laces.”

“Gotta tie dem laces.” She mimicked him, his accent boiling through in her words.

“She gets your accent.” Alyssa said with a smile, holding their son, Wesley, at her hip. He was 5 years old and had just had his first day of kindergarten. He looked mostly like his dad, minus his hair which was blonde like Alyssa’s. It was safe to say all the O’Neil kids had learned something today.

“Well shi ma, how long you been standing there?” Fezco asked, standing up to give Alyssa a kiss on the cheek. She smiled happily, kissing him back.

“Long enough to know Ray has two feet.” She teased, poking her daughter as Ray giggled.

“Ready ma, watch this shi. C’mon Ray, show her.” Fezco gestured for Ray to tie her shoes, and she leaned down again, sticking her tongue out slightly as she focused.

“Loop it, swoop it…and pull!” She cheered, getting lifted up in the air by Fezco in victory.

“Aye, atta girl!” He cheered, spinning her around as she giggled.

“Wait a go Ray! I’m so proud of you.” Alyssa praised, kissing Ray on the cheek.

“Daddy taught me everything I know.” She said smugly, fist bumping Fezco as he nodded at her proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

“Daddy can we watch Stand by Me?” Ray asked, making Fezco shake her playfully.

“Is that even a question munchkin?”

“Stand by Me, good choice mini me.” Their oldest, Stevie said, having just walked into the living room. She was a bit older, 10 years old which meant she was 5 when Wesley was born. She had honey blonde hair like her mothers, but deep blue eyes like her dad. And besides her hair she was a carbon copy of her father, down to the last freckle.

“Why thank you.” Ray said sweetly, smiling as she saw her brother snuggle into the couch beside her.

“This is it huh.” Fezco asked, letting Alyssa snuggle into his side as the whole family gathered for movie time.

“This is what?” Alyssa asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Home.”

[useragarfield]

♡ ULTIMATE SHIPS MEME ♡ : Heartwarming Scenes [2/5] ↳ Fezco O’Neill & Lexie Howard, Euphoria 2.06 (2019 -)