#euphoria hbo fic

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi, if you are still taking requests would you be willing to write something fluffy with Cassie Howard please?

Sure honey, I haven't written Cassie stuff in so long so this was definitely refreshing! She definitely needs a happy relationship lol.

"She's different since she's met you." Lexi suddenly speaks up from across the room, her eyes watching Cassie and their mom move in the kitchen as they prepare dinner. My head cranes back to look at my girlfriend, her hands carefully putting her hair into a slick bun on the top of her head before she gets to work rolling out the pizza dough, flour all over her face in just moments of helping.

"She's been through a lot." I whisper, thinking back to all the times Cassie's broken down in my arms about the rumors and the videos, the pictures, everything that was circulating throughout our school about her during her, so called, 'wild time'.

Wild time is an understatement.

"I know. But she was so selfish before, she wasn't thinking straight." Lexi sends me a sad smile, hands picking at loose thread in the rip of her jeans. "I think that you were just the breath of fresh air that she so desperately needed."

"Like you and Fezco, huh?" I tease, watching a heated blush break out across Lexi's cheeks at the mention of her secret relationship with the most well known, local drug dealer (who apparently is the biggest softy).

"Yeah, you could say that." She sighs, eyes rolling playfully before moving back to the topic of Cassie. "I never would've guessed she liked girls, ya know? But it kinda makes sense."

"I always thought you were the raging bisexual, Lex." She shrugs proudly and holds her glass of water up to me in a sort of salute, which I do right back to her with a giggle.

"You know me, always keeping people wondering." She boasts. "I guess what I'm trying to say is thanks for helping her become who she is." My heart swells with pride, so proud that I was able to accidentally help Cassie by meeting her but also proud that I managed to help her feel loved after being screwed over by so many people in her life. "I'm happy to have my sister back."

"I'm just lucky to have her- lucky to be in your lives." I smile, looking back at the kitchen to find Cassie staring at Lexi and I, motioning her finger back and forth between us with a hesitant smile.

"Are you guys talking about me?" She squeaks, an embarrassed smile on her lips as she flashes Lexi a desperate look. "Lex, don't scare her off!" She wipes flour onto her shirt before moving to step down into the living room, hands on her hips and eyes wide and frantic.

"Only good things, babe." I promise but she just gives me a look of disbelief, shaking her head at me.

"Mhm, sure."

"Y/n knows better- if she wants shit on you, it's not Lexi who's got those stories, it's me!" Their mom calls out from the kitchen and I snicker, raising a hand to my lips to conceal my grin as Cassie huffs pathetically.

"Mom!" She squeals and Lexi all but falls over laughing. Cassie looks to me and holds a hand up to her mom, her beautiful eyes begging with me to drop this even though she has to know by now that we all love ganging up on her to pick on her.

"Don't humor her, please."

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[itsmadamehydra]

Doll Face | Fezco Euphoria

part 1 part 2

Pairing: Fezco x Latina!Mouse sister! reader

Summary: Mouse's sister was an excellent girl, a good student even, until life happened and she had to leave every dream behind. A particular friend was left behind too in the process. Years later, they meet again, but they aren't the kids they once used to be.

Warnings: 1.8+ words, mouse sister, drug life, language, non-desired-sexual situations, forced sexual labor, exploitation of teenage girl, abuse, abusive household

a/n: Ok, Spanish is my first language and English second, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Second, I tried to research if Mouse was of any latin american origin, but I couldn't find any information. The actor is referred to as Lating King, so I'll use that as a reference. Thank you for reading! Hope you like it. Any suggestions will be highly appreciated <3

It had always seemed funny to you. The reaction on people’s faces when they came to know whose sister you were. At first, you were proud, sort of. You knew your family didn’t dedicate themselves to an average 9-5 job pretty early. But that never stopped you from feeling happy by having them around you most of the time.

It was like a dream at first. You would come from school, and your mama would always be beside your papá, talking about something you were too young to understand thereupon. Your big brother was known to be in his room with his friends, and you weren't allowed inside.

That didn’t bother you. It never did because at the end of the day, you would all sit down to dinner together and it felt amazing having to see people gather random things to use as chairs because there were just too many people.

It all just seemed like a big diverse family. You loved it.

You were a straight-A little girl type, and papá always made sure to share with you that you would be the first of the family to ever go to college. You were going to become the pride of your family.

Teachers loved you and never had any problem when you asked for extra help. Even your classmates were always helpful and nice towards you, especially one guy that you had math class with.

Fezco

He was one of the nice weird kids. He didn’t talk with anyone much, but you like to believe you were his exception.

It all started due to you not noticing the exercises at the back of the page at that time, you were sitting in front of him, and he noticed this.

“Uhm, hey, sorry, but I think your page is kinda…blank” he drew your attention by tapping your shoulder softly.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him, confused.

“Well, yeah. The back side is blank.” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make you understand

“There was a backside!”

“There’s always a back part in math, little girl.”

“Shit- Sorry!” you covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“What are you sorry for?” he looked at you confused.

“I- well… I cursed. Ladies aren’t supposed to curse.”

“Why?”

“It’s unethical.”

“Huh,” he inhaled, “Well, the teacher is about to collect the homework, so if you want to copy from mine, go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, thank you so much, Fezco.”

“Call me Fez.”

“Fezco.”

“Alright.”

After that, it seemed like he had chosen you to be his partner in any class you had together. From that moment on, he would always whisper the answers in your ear, making sure you always had the same as his.

He would even grab your homework and correct your mistakes. It seemed so easy for him that you started to believe he was a genius.

“You are one smart mathematician,” you murmured once as you lay beside him on one of the school’s rooftops.

“A what?” he moved his head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of you.

“Mathematician, you will be a great one day.’

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Oh, you know…a person who likes and is good at math.”

“Hell yeah. I'll be one, doll face.”

“Fezco! No cursing.” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You smiled, looking at each other barely, holding in your giggles.

And then everything went to shit.

“Mami! Papi! I’m home!” you entered your home with your cheeks painted and a big smile, hoping to see your parents in the living room, but only your brother was to be found with a bottle in hand.

“Hey, have you seen-”

“They ain't coming back home, little one.” he took one sip.

“What do you mean? They went on a field trip and didn’t take me?”

“Yeah. But more like they went to heaven.”

“Heaven? But that's a few hours away,” you tried, you really tried to be oblivious. Act stupid, “I read it on a map!”

“You can’t be that dumb,” he chuckled sourly, “Mom and pops are dead, and you know that.”

You stayed quiet. Looking at him and trying to keep your tears inside, hoping to be a cruel joke from your big brother.

“Now, I need you to understand something else,” he stood up, walking towards you, completely towering over you, “No more school for you.”

“What?” you whispered.

“I don’t need some governmental shit to be put inside your brain when you could be doing something more beneficial for me, us.”

“But I don’t wanna leave school,” you whined sweetly, “Papi said I would go to college!”

“Pops said it, not me,” he grabbed you from your low ponytail without pulling, twisting it around his fingers. “You’r ‘bout to learn about the family business, little sissy.”

And just like that, your life went spiraling into a deep pile of shit and more shit.

It started simple, nothing too hardcore. You prepared his pre-rolled, and he said your petite fingers were perfect for the job. Then, you started addressing him as “Mouse” since he has some respect to show or something along the lines.

And you did that for quite a long time, being grateful to keep some sort of young teen childhood innocence. Until one of his friends mentioned something about your changing body.

“Yo! Mouse! Your sister si que tiene unas lindas tetas eh! ¿A cuanto por una sobada?” they all laughed, but you knew your brother had a realization. (Your sister has a nice pair of tits, how much for a touch?)

His little sissy wasn't so little anymore. And lucky you, the neighborhood home strip club was taking applications, and they loved young girls.

“Pero mira que lindo lugar te conseguí hermanita, ¿a que no?" he laughed, licking his lips at the sight of the bare chest and intimate parts by the women dancing or waitress. (Look what a nice place I got you lil’ sissy, pretty isn't it?)

“I don’t want to be here, Mouse,” you said with a scared tone, “I don’t feel comfortable.”

“What you mean!?”

“I want to leave now, Mouse,” you said, trying to sound stern and covering your eyes to bring the different color neon lights.

If you had not, you would have seen him before he pulled you by your hair.

“Mouse!”

“Shut your fucking mouth and listen!” he spoke in your ear, spitting saliva, “You ain't eating nor coming home hasta que me traigas minimo mil, got it?” you nodded. (until you bring me at least a thousand)

“But how am I going to get you that?”

“Well, why else would I bring you here!? You got the place and a job start dancing!”

You looked at all sides, looking for some type of explanation or help, but all you could notice were a few pity looks from the women already working there.

“But…I am just fifteen, and I do not have any clothes like those,” you tried hard to convince him to take you away from there.

“C’mon I was thirteen when I banged my first chick, besides you got underwear underneath that, right?”

You nodded, unsure.

“Then don’t come back until you have that money in hand we clear.”

“Como el agua,” you murmured (like the water)

It took you some time to gather the money. It took you long enough to gather the courage to walk out of the dressing room in your underwear. Thankfully, some women there pitied you and gave you some money so you didn't have to socialize too much with the customers.

That day you became aware of how disgusting looks from men and women could be. But you became happy when at the end of the third day, the money had been collected. Until you were about to leave, the place and the owner took half of your money.

That’s when you knew that they take half of the tips, more if you get opinionated about it.

You had to work for it, they said. To start showing some more for some extra bills. To hide it somewhere, they won't see it.

Took you some time, but you felt elated when you knocked on that worn-down door you loved.

“Here’s the money,” you placed it in his hand with a smile, and he threw 100 back at you.

“Go get some work clothes and your food for a month.”

“What?”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen”

“At seventeen, you start paying rent.”

Then, you were his investment. His friends and co-workers wanted to see you dance. They wanted to see you shake your chest and back for them. They wanted to touch you. And if you objected? A dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, and black-eyed followed you for a month, and you objected…a lot.

But you learned how to handle it. You had to and became a pro. The favorite one in the club, and the best one of Mouse’s girls, even if you had to do some things you despised.

At least you were treated better.

And then, you saw him.

You were at home, doing some dances for Mouse’s people along with two other girls.

You had numbed yourself and your emotions. You had created an alter ego and a safe place in your mind where you could wander off whenever you were working. Funny enough, you had come to like dancing with a pole. You found it artistic, just not the other things it came with.

You were concentrated on grinding on top of the man beneath you, concentrated in your safe place. Ignoring his wandering hands beneath your work clothes, his groping. But some voices distracted you. You switched positions so you could stare at the men coming in.

It was a redhead, and he seemed…cute.

You could hear them going and on about quantities and deadlines, and you better pay me up before blah, blah, and more blah.

“You know what, I liked you, carrot boy,” Mouse smiled, rubbing his palms against each other, “Let me gift you with one of my best girls. Sweetcheecks, com’ere!”

“She’s busy, my man,” said the man underneath, simulating pounding into you while you kept grinding him with him groping your chest.

“Not‘nymore, fuck off,” he grabbed him by the arm and pulled the redhead to your seat, “Treat him good, will ya?”

You nodded and started doing your job. It was actually easy to please a man. Just some elaborate touching and grinding, especially grinding, and to let them touch whenever and wherever.

You could feel him looking at you, his eyes locked. Almost making you feel embarrassed by what you were doing. He seemed like the gentle type. He even kept his hands to himself. You could be wrong, and when you felt his hand grabbing you by your neck and taking you near his lips. You knew you were wrong. He needed some time before he felt full of himself and started groping you like the others.

“Doll face, is that you?”

part 2? Let me know...

[a-aexotic]

platonic headcanons of reader who is fez's sister? (protective fez but like i'm a platonic way ykyk)

—cw’s: she/her pronouns, mentions of killing & shooting someone (briefly) but just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything

fez is naturally kind of laid back

but when it comes to his sister, he will go to hell and back to make sure NO ONE touches her

fez will go all “new years party” on them if anyone dares to make you sad, or worse, hurt you in any physical way

he treats you like rue, only 100000x more 😭

speaking of rue, you & her are very close

so naturally she’s also protective of you

you’re younger than both of them, so that also adds to their protectiveness

OMG AND ASHTRAY

bro will literally kill ANYONE for ANYTHING for you

he loves you sooo much because you grew up with him

you saw him when he was a baby so ash feels like he can act like a kid around you

fez is more of a dad figure at this point

a core memory for you and ash is christmas morning a few years ago

you guys hadn’t really celebrated christmas but fez decided to surprise you guys with gifts

it wasn’t the gifts that really stuck with you guys, it was the memory itself

it was the three of you guys, sitting around a lazily decorated tree with a few gifts with hot cocoa in your hands, and huge smiles on your faces and the echoing laughter of all three of you

fez takes on a paternal role for the both of you

anyways, yeah, fez would take (or fire) a bullet for you<3

[fexiinfiniteficlist]

Hello everyone! Due to the success of Year of Smutty Fexi Fics, we decided to create another exciting event called Four Seasons of Fexi. Each season will get multiple prompts to inspire Fexi related works. These works can be fics, art, videos, gifs, playlists, collages, or social media AUs. Also, the works can be smutty OR non-smutty. We want to give a chance for everyone to participate! Here are the prompts for summer, which will go from now until the end of August. 

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Summer themed 

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Examples: friends that become lovers

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Examples: enemies or rivals that become lovers

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[saturrnss]

New years

Euphoria x Spiderverse crossover

Summary: Gwen suggests that her along with hobie, pav, and miles should go to the new years party in euphoria.

A/n: euphoria crossover!! (Yes THAT show lmao) and some things might be different but I have the excuse of the ✨️multiverse✨️ by my side. (Also pav is 16 in this)

Skunk- weed

Warnings: underage smoking- that's about it lmao

One hot summer night, The spider gang- Miles, Gwen, Hobie, and Pavtir were bored out of their minds, searching for something, anything to do.

"Why can't we just go to a show in Old York yeah?" Hobie suggested but a unanimous no from the rest was followed seconds after. "Gwen why can't we just go to your dimension??" Miles says. "Yeah, it was so much fun the last time," Pav says while lying on the floor, repeatedly throwing a ball up and catching it.

"Yeah well, I'm kinda grounded at the moment so." She says scrolling mindlessly through the social media of her dimension. Pav groans in frustration and plops on Miles's bed right next to Hobie playing with the strings on his guitar.

"It's like I'm melting away by how bored I am this could not be possibly okay!" He yelled out loud to no one in particular.

"Okay, there must be something that we all would be good with right?!" Miles says to the rest. "We never run into this problem, we're gonna find something!"

"Hopefully," Hobie says under his breath.

"Wait, guys!" Gwen almost jumps up enthusiastically while still looking at her phone, her words grasp the attention of the room as the boys all snap their necks to look at her.

"Y'know that show on HBO- euphoria?!"

M: yeah?

P: what's that?

H: Worst show I've ever seen

She gets up and starts to walk around the room. "I was thinking that maybe, we can go to the party that they go to in the new season!" "Yeah but how are we gonna explain- where we come from or why We're there?" Miles asks, not really with the idea.

"Most people are gonna be too high, drunk, or both to care." She struggles to put her shoes on. "We're just going to fly under the radar." She casually falls on the bed and starts fiddling with her watch- shoes and all."

"Just have to find the right universe..." Everyone looks at her, visibly cringing at the fact she broke an unspoken rule with such ease, but all she was focused on was finding the right universe.

She stared and pressed intently at the watch for over a minute until she found a perfect dimension. "Found it!" She looks up smiling but that emotion was nullified when she was the rest of the group sort of side-eyeing her.

"What?" Gwen says confused. "Ya fawking shoes mate," Hobie says with a slightly disgusted look on his face, looking at the sneakers and then at her so she could get the very obvious hint.

"Oh..." she awkwardly laughs and shuffles her feet off. "Okay, so when are we going? "Doing nothing is eating away at me," Pav says, half of his face on one of the pillows on the bed. "Well, I'm waiting for you all to get ready!" She throws Miles's jacket at him and they start to slowly get dressed.

*5 minutes later*

"OK, you all have everything with you?" Gwen says. "Yeah." They all say at the same time. "Your parents awake miles?" "Asleep for the time being," He said, straightening out his clothes. "My parents actually will kill me if they find out."

"That's why I picked a dimension where 15 minutes in this one, is an hour and a half in that," Gwen says smirking, Hobie pats Miles on the back.

"Don't sweat it big man, just don't mess up a Canon event that would make that cunt Miguel froth at the mouth and you'll be good."

Miles takes a big gulp at that last part. "Do you always carry that around with you?" Miles says, looking at Hobie with his guitar strapped on his back. "Just in case I need to make a political statement on the stop bruv, you never know."

Gwen opened the portal: Things in the room started to float, blueish-purple flashes of hexagons that came out of nowhere at first but a wave of energy came over it and turned the color into a redish-orange.

There were multiple hexagons, some turned ever so slightly that it looked uneven- the pattern of shapes seemed to be evergoing.

They walked into the portal and a couple of seconds later they ended up in a forest area- trees all around the area they could see. They look around, "I don't think we're in the right-" Pav started to say but it's like their brain was interconnected

The base from the distance was so powerful, it made the hair on their skin stand up at the same time. "Over there I think!" Gwen pointed and walked in the direction she felt the beat was coming from and the rest followed.

For 30 seconds they walked- the beat getting louder and louder as they came closer. They finally got to the party, the vibrations they got goosebumps from coming from the song "HYPNOTIZE" by Notorious B.I.G. playing from the 5 big speakers on the outside.

The chaotic energy of maybe hundreds of people at the party trying to do their own thing and how cramped it is made Mile's stomach drop. "You alright bruv?" Hobie asked at the perfect time like he usually did.

"Yeah I'm fine- I'll be okay," Miles said, his breathing starting to get a little heavy. "Hey," Hobie pulls him aside and leans him "just come and find me if you feel overwhelmed, alright?"

"Alright," Miles said, glad that he could go to someone while he was there. They enter the house and due to the compact crowd, they split up and go their separate ways.

GWEN'S P.O.V: she walks down the hallways- studying the people in conversations and watching the people walking past her. She didn't plan for the talking to people part of the party, ever since her Peter died she's had a really hard time making friends and talking to people in general.

While in her head she suddenly bumps into a tall blonde girl, making them spill both of their drinks. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Gwen says, quickly picking up the cup getting some nearby napkins, and wiping the floor.

"It's fine!" The girl said, then started to help Gwen.

"Again I am so sorry-" She looks up and her eyes widen- It was Jules.

Jules's eyes go to Gwen's hair first "Your hair's really cool!" "Oh, this?!" She grabs the long part of her hair. "Didn't have a choice but, thank you."

Jules smiled at the comment and they ended up having a really pleasant conversation.

MILES P.O.V: It was so awkward, he was a little bit anxious but that's what always happened to him in super social situations, but he did find a few people to have short encounters with but this one red-haired guy maintained small talk with him.

"Yeah I draw in my free time," He said "But I'm studying science right now- out of state." "That's what's up." The redhead says, rolling a blunt and lighting it, He takes a hit out of it and coughs while exhaling.

He offers to Miles by trying to pass the blunt to him but Miles instinctively backs away. "I can't!" He fears he may have come off as too aggressive. "....parents always on my back." He forced out a laugh.

The guy nods his head in an understanding way and goes back to it. Miles hadn't seen the show so he didn't know if he was talking to a main character or not- nor whose house this was but as long as he didn't too much attention to himself he was chill.

That guy he was talking to had a buzzcut, and the dark green sweater he had on looked straight out of the 90s, he talked slowly and sounded high but he was cool in actuality.

Miles then got up to use the bathroom, it was kind of hard but when he found it there was virtually no line, just people hanging out in the hallway.

He walked up to the bathroom door, he tried to open it- it was looked.

"Hello? Anybody there?" Tried the door knob a few more times but still locked. He didn't want to be invasive but it was concerning how he heard virtually nobody.

And then he heard it.

The noises.

He put his ear to the door to make sure he heard that what he was hearing was correct. He heard 2 people's heavy breathing and kissing noises.

He was horrified but when he heard a loud bang against the wall and things falling he was GONE.

He speed walked out of that hallway but then he saw a dark-haired girl with dramatic eyeliner walking almost the same speed as him, looking around and saying "Where's the bathroom?!"

A guy pointed her in the direction he was just coming from, and she scurried off. He was going to warn her, but the path she made for herself went as quickly as it came.

HOBIE AND PAV'S P.O.V: "That's what it is bruv," Hobie said to a group of people he was talking to.

"Propaganda." He let his voice fade out for dramatic effect as he walked away. "Hobie Hobie Hobie!!" Pav said, running towards him almost tackling him.

"Aye, big man what's going on?!" Hobie laughed. "This party is off the hook we should go to more stuff like this!" He yelled over the booming music-He was so hyper, and his eyes were wide as hell.

"I don't believe in celebration or years- but I guess it's alright." He then sees a random bag of weed left on a table.

He snatches it before anybody else can reclaim it. "I'm gonna go smoke this, follow if you want." Hobie walks off and Pav follows soon thereafter.

They found a secluded room at the end of a hall downstairs. They open the door to see a laundry room, and a boy with box-dyed blonde hair, on his knees seemingly about to open a pill bottle.

They all freeze and look at Each other in a stare-off.

"What ya here for?" The punk said, eyebrow raised and all. "Uhhh just" the boy looks around. "uh....wall fixing purposes. What are you here for?" He hits Hobie back with that same accusatory voice.

"Smoke session." Hobie kept his answer short and simple, holding the bag up to prove it. "You wanna join?" Pav chimed in, still weary but- open to the offer.

***

They've smoked through more than half the bag already- laying on the floor, just vibing. "Gayatri doesn't even like me bro" Pav gets teary-eyed. "She is probably sleeping," Hobie says. Hobie takes the doobie from him and takes a hit

"dude how did you get your hair like that, "the random boy says. "cause, to be honest, you're making me question things," Hobie smirks at the comment. "I get that often."

He looks over at Pav again. "You good Bruv?" "Did you notice how beautiful the wall is?" Pav says looking at the plain white wall, grazing his fingers on it. He's only tried smoking once before and the whole time he just thought about Gayatri. "I think that's enough Mary Jay for you mate," The punk says while laughing, the boy follows along.

Hobie switches the subject "So- how's everybody's new year going?" "Decent." The blonde kid takes the blunt. "What...?" Pav turns to face them. "it's....fucking...new year??" Pav slowly gets up and yawns. "Yup, new year mate," Hobie says nonchalantly. Pav sighs, "Bro, y'all don't tell me anything." He puts his head down in his hands and everybody else laughs at the absurdity of his response.

"Making fun of my pain is not cool!" Pav's over-heightened emotions are getting the best of him.

MILES P.O.V:

Okay, now he really needed to find a bathroom. He found the party to be decent and didn't want to leave so he was almost determined trying to find another bathroom in that big ass house. During the mission, he ran into Gwen. "Miles!" Gwen seemed excited to see him.

"Hey." he tried to seem just as enthusiastic as her but she knew he was acting weird.

"What's wrong?" She had a concerned look on her face. "Where's the bathroom?!" He felt multiple drops of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Oh!" She said, relieved it was nothing serious. "You could check downstairs-" She points the the right. "thank you!" Miles darts away, hoping she is right.

He followed the directions Gwen told him, going downstairs, and ended up finding a hallway that was the only one in the house not populated by humans, the door down the hall his only hope.

He jogs down the hall, the closer he gets the more he questions why there's smoke coming from the sliver of opening at the bottom.

He opens the door only to get an abundance of smoke hitting his face all at once. He coughs and attempts to swat it out of his face but It seems to not stop.

When he could finally see and breathe a good amount, his eyes widened- Pav, Hobie and this random guy turned the room into a hotbox, and it wasn't even a bathroom!

He completely forgot the urge to pee for a moment as he stood there, bewildered. Hobie turns his head and notices him. "Oi mate!" He waves and smiles, making Miles's presence known.

"Hey!" Pav said, sheepishly smiling. "Hey, I'm Elliot." The boy finally gives himself a name. "...what are You guys doing?" Miles asked.

"Just smoking skunk yeah, want some?" He offers. He was about to decline but the feeling of having to go takes over his body again.

"Do you guys know any other bathrooms around here?!" He puts his legs together. "There's one on the top floor, I could show you." He gets up and Pav follows along. "Hey, do you want the rest?" Elliot says, holding the bag up.

"Don't believe in finishing." He walks out of the room. "Bye, Elliot!" Pav happily waves and closes the door behind him.

For what felt like ages, Miles finally gets to use the bathroom. He comes out looking more than relieved. "Thank you, Hobie." "No problem." He puts his arm around his shoulder.

"Look it's 12:58!!" Pav points to the clock on the brown wall. "Don't you think it's time we get downstairs innt?" They all smirked at each other and started to go down the stairs.

They got there just in time for Gwen to find them. "Thank God I found you guys it's almost time!" She's grinning ear to ear. Everybody gathers around each other and somebody turns the music down.

"9, 8, 7,"

The four of them look at Each other, anticipating every number.

"6, 5, 4, 3,"

Their grip on each other tightened, eyes growing wider.

"2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" The whole room erupted in sound, the group jumped up and down, all of them group hugging. The music was turned up again, people were kissing, hugging, and laughing. Everybody was so happy.

That only lasted for a couple of seconds before the shattering of glass caught people's attention.

Everybody also simultaneously looked at where the sound came from and saw a red-haired man beating somebody up, it didn't take long for miles to realize the red-haired guy was the same guy he was talking to earlier in the night.

It was like the world stopped, everybody stayed silent except the people trying to break up the fight. These two girls named Maddy, whom Miles also recognized, and Cassie who tried to stop it, screamed "Fezco stop!!" But he pushed both of them off.

It took for this guy who had all black and and cornrows to stop him from almost killing the guy on the ground and even then fezco almost fought with him too.

The guy had taken off his sweater and had a white long sleeve under it, blood all over it along with his bruised knuckles.

He looked at Miles, then at another person then just walked away. People were crowding over the guy beating up, the gut that stopped the fight and the party host had to U-haul him out of the house.

".....Is it too late to say I didn't finish the first episode?" Gwen said quietly. All of them were shocked except Hobie, all he did was smile and say "Cheers to that." Before downing a shot.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Be The Girl You Wanna Be

read on AO3

1.2k, Lexi Howard/Fezco, T-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s July prompt “batman won’t like this”

Summary: Lexi tries too hard. Fez admits that he likes her for her.

[thedarkestgreys]

me writing YVOR in light of the euphoria news today

[muserepeats]

The withdrawal is real.

[divine17]

soooo... what if i told you guys i'll be posting a 4k+ word joel miller nsfw alphabet sometime soon...

[furcem]

evan party time

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive but overall PG-13!!

A/N: Request by @honee-chai-tea and her beautiful nails requested 'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!' I love this, it's very him!

"You did not need to do this." A pout slips across my lips as I look down at the basket on the couch, head tilting so I can look back at Fez with soft eyes and he grins bashfully and he shrugs at me.

"I damn sure needed to." He reaches out to wrap an arm around my waist, tugging me into him so he can press a kiss to the side of my head.

"Fez, too much. I told you not to go all out." I spin around in his grasp, suddenly feeling horrible for the cheesy card that I got him, especially because we agreed to be smart financially this year and go out to dinner. Keep it simple, we said...

"I wanted to spoil you." He smiles, large hands soothing up and down my back, eyes flickering across my expression with an adoring look in his eyes as he gazes softly down at me.

"I am spoiled- I'm the most spoiled."

"Yes you are." Ash adds from the other room, watching us from the doorframe and I huff, looking at him with slits with eyes.

"Ash shut up and go get a girlfriend." Fez flips his brother off with a sarcastic smile and Ash returns it, folding his arms over his chest and he looks to me with a shrug.

"Takes too much work." Sure, that's why you can't get a girlfriend, not because you're a literal drug dealer at fourteen and everyone your age is afraid of you.

"You're saying a girlfriend takes too much work?" Fez asks with a scoff, leaning down to grab the basket that he got me, my eyes lighting up once more as my greedy hands itch to reach out to it. "I got her fucking candles, flowers and chocolates. I think it's pretty simple." He turns to me with a simple smile, my eyes locked on his handsome face and I'm filled with adoration and appreciation. "Right?"

"Right baby." I curl into his side with a happy smile, wrapping my arms around him tightly, hearing a grossed out noise spew from Ash who leaves the room. My chin tilts, looking up at Fez through my lashes, naughty thoughts in my mind. "Wanna see my gift for you?"

"I like the sound of that."

[fexieyes]

maybe now that you're reading this they're doing the first euphoria season 3 script read

[imaginesbymk]

RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie 

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes​ & @aryn-the-bearheart​

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

[fexiinfiniteficlist]

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[olderthannetfic]

I feel like, considering that this Sunday the last episode of The Idol is going to air, there needs to be one last dumb consideration post about it. Anyways, I think the show was an absolute flop, one even worse than what we're seeing, and the biggest indicator of lack of success can be seen in the lack of fandom interest that formed around it.

On both TikTok and Twitter it's all jokes about how crappy the show is. Literally no one has liked it and they're all clowning on it.

On Reddit, the show was discussed by r/euphoria and r/the weeknd, and the former aren't liking it while the latter are Tesfaye's fanboys cheering for his "sick burns" and for how "unbothered he is" after Tesfaye spent four hours on Twitter searching for his name and responding "no, u" to anybody saying anything negative about him/his acting/his character. Not even the most loyal of fans are able to actually compliment the series, so they go on and on about how it's disliked because, like, Tesfaye is like... representing the depraved society of today, like, and normies don't like seeing it.

On Tumblr, there are a couple of gifsets but they're not particularly popular, and most of them either focus on Jennie or on Lily Rose (who has been one of the faces of proana on this site for years, so those are the people reblogging them), and the rest are posts that discuss how awful the show is.

There's no fanart, no fics (there are four on Ao3, three written by the same author, and another one that is multi-fandom), no praise even for the aesthetics of the show, not even by people who would write "Euphoria sucks and is exploitative, but at least Sam Levinson is a good cinematographer."

The second season of The White Lotus, whose first episode aired almost a year ago and was, supposedly, less viewed than The Idol's, is still receiving fresh fandom content, to the point that there are people who organize meetings where they show up dressed like Jennifer Coolidge's character and hang out for the day while staying in character.

What a flop.

I do hope that HBO will release the scrapped series, the one that was supposed to be the actual show before Tesfaye threw his massive tantrum and got the director fired and the entire script rewritten.

--

It doesn't sound great, but I wouldn't assume much from the lack of fic or even cosplayers. Some HBO series get that kind of engagement, but a lot don't. A lot of series in general don't.

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Euphoria (HBO)

I am currently taking fanfic requests for Euphoria (the HBO show)

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia/incest (including adopted family, and including step-siblings)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers - Y/N - Suicide and self-harm (in reference to canon material such as Jules' self harm is fine but I will not write explicit depictions of either) - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Rue/Jules, Jules/Elliot, Jules/Maddy, Jules & Lexi, Rue & or / Lexi, Fezco/Lexi, Nate/Jules, Maddy/Cassie, Maddy platonically with most of the main crew, Jules platonically with most of the main crew, Lexi platonically with most of the main crew, Fezco & Rue, Elliot & Rue, Ethan & anyone he needs friends

Headcanons : Autistic!Jules, Autistic!Fezco, Autistic!Lexi, FTM!Elliot, FTM or Nonbinary!Rue, Asexual!Rue