murryumthecreator

[murryumthecreator]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a shy!Fezco (and possibly an Elliot version— if it’s too much or you don’t want to, it’s completely okay! <3) where they’re hanging out in the bedroom, smoking a blunt and just listening to music. Then readers fave song comes out (slow dancing in the dark by joji ) and they pull Elliot/fezco up and slow dance under the moonlight. And confessions start to come out. Sorry if it’s all over the place and a lot! Kind of got carried away lol. Love your work btw! 🖤

Slow Dancing

A/N: Thank you for requesting, I hope y'all enjoy and anon I hope it gave what it needed to give!

Pairngs: shy!Fezco x Black!Shy!gender neutral! reader

Summary: Fez and reader smoke and emotions get spilled

Warning: Marijuana, Possible bad grammar, not really a warning but writer could be seen as neuro divergent, jealousy( slight) and ‘burn’ is just another word for smoke

Ginger snap💨🧡: ‘I’m finna burn come through’

Your phone illuminated your face as you read the message Fez had sent you as your heart clenched with every word. Your fingernails quickly find their place between your teeth, your mind blanking searching for an appropriate response to send to the ginger.

Y/N: ‘Say less’

rapidly sending the message before shutting your phone off as you were too scared of the response. A sudden vibration shaking your thigh, your sweaty palms grasped at your phone with eagerness reading the message, Ginger snap💨🧡: ‘Bet’.

You had gotten up from the comfort of your living room couch, turning off the television that had been muted due to its overwhelming sensation. You grabbed your car keys and phone before slipping on the random slides at the doorway, leaving your house quietly as to not disturb anyone in the household. As you sat behind the wheel your mind started to think about the ginger and how he made you feel. Fez saw you, the you that was hidden behind loud personalities and false happiness that had littered your peers. He had made you feel comfortable in a world that made you uncomfortable, he was the peace in your life of chaos. The thought of Fezco made your heart swell and your stomach ache with sadness at the possibility of rejection. Fez had made you feel all these things but it had seemed that he only saw you as a younger sister. It was bad enough that you were in the friend zone but the thought alone of being ‘fam zoned’ felt like a bunch of dudes jumping you. As if being ‘fam’ zoned wasn't bad enough, all of a sudden Lexi and Fez started to get together and talk more and more. As they started their relationship, yours began to dissipate with any hope of telling him how you felt. You weren't jealous of the Howard sister herself more so her closeness and bond shared with Fez. Your thoughts came to a halt as you made it to Fezco’s place, leaving and locking your car to make your way to the mesh door. You softly knock on it before being met by the lank presence of Faye, “Hi, is Fez here?” you ask. Faye instantly lets you in after letting out a ‘yes’. You removed your slides before making your way to the living room you had crew accustomed to, the sound of the television blaring. Fez replaced the noise with calming music. Your eyes meet Fezco’s blue eyes before you shyly wave “Whats good y/n? I ain't seen you in a minute” Fez mumbles, motioning for you to sit on the couch beside him. You oblige and take a seat beside him as he then passes you the blunt. Your shiny lip gloss slathered lips take a hit from the blunt before exhaling and hitting it. His blue eyes entranced with your movements as he licks his dry lips looking at your glossy ones. “Is this indica or sativa or hybrid?” You ask before handing him the blunt. “Hybrid. This that Og kush shit.” He replied. Your eyes traced every freckle that covered his pale face before nodding. As the both of y'all continued to smoke dancing in the dark began to play. The urge to dance was heavy and soon Fezco picked up the vibe, “Do you wanna dance or something?” The man asked like a shy child at the store before he offered you his hand. You nod, standing up from the couch before grabbing his larger hand. His hands resting on your sides, your body tensing before relaxing, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you feel the coldness of his chain. The two of you swayed back and forth, lyrics filling up the space. “I like you” You whisper, head laying on his firm chest. Silence filled the dank room accompanying the faint scent of og kush. Your palms began to sweat as you prayed that Fezco hadn't heard your confession. His deep voice softly interrupts your thoughts, “I like you too.” He lays his head on top of yours as you hear the soft pound of his heart.

#black reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #imagine #fezco imagine #fez x y/n #fezco euphoria #gender neutral reader #shy reader

[murryumthecreator]

Caterpillar

Authors note: This is 1/? of my Fezco series, enjoy!

Pairings: Fezco x Black! Skater!Fem reader

Summary: Reader is a skateboarder who is signed to a crew and Fez likes her and gets upset with how she addresses their ‘situation’.

Warnings: Cursing, possible bad grammar, toronto/jamaican slang, one sided love(slightly) and angst(slight), Credit card(ing/ed) is when you get a board to the crotch (i kind of took influence from the movie skate kitchen for it)

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“What are you yute saying? Are y’all ready for me to take over the Honey Bee ‘Ig’?” You ask, grasping your phone with ring-clad fingers. This moment felt surreal, you being a face for black femme skateboarders. You were signed to a skate crew after years and years of falling and scraping your knees trying to be seen. You were patient. You had to be with the amount of rejection you had received. Every year you reached out to different skating brands in hopes of joining their team but you were only met with radio silence. The silence didn’t stop you it pushed you to learn more to keep moving, you had seen what impatience had done to your mother's dreams and her mother's dreams. Your mother had always wanted to own her restaurant but it never seemed like her time. The banks wouldn’t give her her loan money on time, pregnancy had put a hold of her plan coming into fruition, nobody had operated in an orderly manner and your mother just gave up while she was ahead. You refused to be doomed to follow in her path of quitting, so you pushed and pushed, and here you were enjoying the fruits of your labor. “Ayo Y/n chill with that Instagram shit” Fez mutters, blunt placed between his lips as his eyes look in the rearview mirror to peek at you. Ignoring his words you continue with the live, before reading a multitude of comments. You squint your eyes looking at the small screen of your phone, ‘Who Dat in the back talking🤨’, ‘ Y/n, say swear you got a man?’ standing out to you before you let a loud cackle out. “Y’all gotta chill I’m hanging out with my hb’s. Last time I checked I don’t have a significant other! I’m single till the right person asks me,” you giggle out, running your fingers across your lips. You hadn’t noticed the piercing blue eyes that were peering at you with every word you let out. Though you were oblivious to the longing glances Fezco had shared with you Ashtray, Faye and Rue weren’t. They saw the impact you had on the bearded man, your presence is the difference in how his day would go. You never tried to isolate Fez from his brother and you treated Faye like a close friend when others just pushed her around and dismissed her. And even though Fez wouldn’t admit it, Faye had started to become a sister to him and he greatly appreciated your effort to befriend her. Fez loved your passion, voice, and patience. He had always felt like his life had never extended further than the familiar business he was destined to, seeing you persevere through challenges that would kill others internally. Fez patched up your bruises from time to time, even took you to the emergency room when you got credit carded by your board and started leaking blood. He’d admit to being your biggest fan with the biggest grin making you cover your face with your hands as you told him to stop playing. You were his little caterpillar, you hid behind the challenges thrown at you, growing as you learned to push through and then transitioning into the full beauty you were. It was a cycle of growth and he loved that. Fez grips the leather steering wheel before he boasts in a low voice, “Cut that shit out”. Your face scrunched up at his response, Fez had never been one to dim your light he often was the one shining a bright light on you; you look at the ginger in disbelief for a minute before turning back to your phone, “Your mad for what?” You ask, facing Fez. Your wrist snapping in a confused manner. “Ain’t nobody mad. You doing too much,” Fez mumbled causing your eyes to narrow. Doing too much? Did he just say that shit? “Drop me off,” you said as irritation filled your body. Though your voice was clear Fez kept driving. “Fezco I swear to fucking God if you don’t let me out of this damn car!” You said voice raising with every minute that passed. The comment section went wild, wanting to know what was going on. Fez mumbled out a ‘Nah’ before glancing at the rearview mirror. Your blood pressure raised before the ginger finally pulled over to let you out. Unbuckling yourself, you get up and slam the car door walking to your house. Flipping Fez off.

#black reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #fezco euphoria #fez x y/n #fezco imagine #skateboarder #afab reader

[murryumthecreator]

IFHY

Authors Note: I’m making this into a 3 part series and it's not going to end up good. I also have a femme skateboarder fanfic with Fezco which will also be 2-3 parts coming soon plus answers pt.2! Let me know what y’all think/what you want to read!

Pairings: Nate x Black/ethnic! Plus sized!Fem! McKay! Reader

Summary: Nate hates the reader and secretly loves this hatred.

Warnings: cursing, toxic relationship, yt men being scary and possible bad grammar.

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You didn’t give a shit about who liked you and yet Nate’s hatred for you bore a hole through your mind. You were confused, you and Nate had never truly interacted just passed each other. Your interactions were short and obligatory, I mean you were Chris’ little sister and he was his best friend. You always speculated why he hated you but never really put too much into it, fixing it up to being seen as the annoying little sister. Nate’s hatred stemmed deeper than that, it was more than an annoying sibling archetype, Nate was cool with the twins so that argument was obsolete. Maybe it was how you were everything she wasn’t. Your body was littered in hair soft to the touch, thighs thick and plush, hair short and coiled, ankle and calves strong from the years of volleyball and greens as your feet always sported a fresh pair of forces. By no means were you petite, everything about you was large your heart, your soul, your mind, your mouth, and your body. Everything that made Maddy Nate’s wet dream was everything you weren’t. Though you were opposites in every other aspect you were identical in speaking up. Seeing your dad teach Chris to be ‘seen and not heard’ encouraged you into speaking up. You thought that his mentality was stupid. Why couldn’t you be seen and heard? Your father's thinking was small, it made him seem like a coon and sometimes you believed he was a coon. Your father detested and admired that you defied/questioned authoritative figures and spoke up. He found that your sharp tongue caused you to miss out on opportunities and that your behavior would leave you on a path of nothingness, pushing away others because you refuse to submit yourself to the system that is life. You were the black sheep for daring to question those in power. The feeling of warm beer pouring down your white tank top pulled you out of your thoughts, “Yo, are you dumb? You don’t see me standing here nigga?” Your raspy voice grilled the tall figure. The lanky body quickly glanced at you before scoffing and turning away. Your demeanor changing as you tap the man’s shoulder. Your bangles and bamboo hoops clang with every swing of your freshly painted nails. “My man I know you hear me,” your voice echoes. The tall body finally turned around, “I saw you and I heard you but I just don’t give a fuck”. Nate’s voice booms against the loud music as every ounce of your body fill with fury. Nate’s body now turned towards you as his intimidating aura traps you in between his body and the counter full of different bottles. You cock your head to the side at the boy as a thought ran through your head, ‘This nigga got me all the way fucked up’. Nate smirks as he keeps eye contact with you, slowly inching forward. Before you could even snap your fingers together to put him in his place your big brother, Chris, stepped in. “Can the both of y’all just chill. Can we all just have a good time?” Chris lets out stepping in between the both of you while you and Nate burn daggers into each other’s eyes. “I can have a good time can you Y/N?” Nate asks you, malice laced in his voice as he continues to stare at you. Your older brother's eyes peer up at you, begging for you to just comply this once. Breaking eye contact, You scoff before grabbing your solo cup full of coke and Henny. You mumble out a ‘ yeah whatever’ to appease your brother. You finally leave the tension-filled space, spotting your younger brother talking to Rue's little sister Gia.

#black reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #nate jacobs #nate x reader #nate jacobs imagine #imagine #plus size reader #afab reader #Spotify

[murryumthecreator]

Good and Bad

Authors note: I want to make a part 2 to this and answer but idk yet.Ik i keep writing these question type of writings but i like it so it shall stay till further notice! I hope y’all enjoy!

Pairings: Cassie Howard x Black!Bennet Reader (Possibly romantic or platonic up for interpretation honestly)

Summary: Cassie comes to readers house after the events of rue airing her business out and Maddy dropping her to ask if she’s a ‘bad person’

Warnings: Possible grammatical errors, mention of addiction( i guess)

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“Am I a bad person?”. It was a straightforward question that left you pondering too long, Cassie staring at you with red puffy eyes. If you were asked that question last week you would’ve said ‘no’ with no hesitation or second thought but as the blonde tore apart her friendships and your sister you doubted that the answer could stay the same. Cassie was empathetic, caring, and gentle even when the rumours of her escapades travelled around peoples mouth. The photos and videos deterred others from her but it did nothing but make you feel anger for her, how someone she trusted to share herself with could betray her and exploit her. They stripped away her humanity and portrayed her as a villain for simply having a body and being comfortable enough to be vulnerable. Not once did you think of her as a bad person, she could never be no matter how negative the depiction and perception of her was. But as you remember the fear and shame that shook Cassie’s core when Maddy had confronted her you started to really think about an answer that strayed from how you saw her. The way she chewed Rue up and spat her out as she deemed her unfit to know what she saw broke your heart. Your sister had struggled with addiction and it did come with empty promises and white lies but you still believed that there was truth behind your sisters fables. For Cassie to use your sisters addiction and throw it back in her face was telling, it was hypocritical. The girl who didn’t want her demons thrown in her face doing the same with no second thoughts. All of your thoughts led to an answer as straightforward yet complex as the question, “I don’t know Cassie”.

#black reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #cassie howard #cassie howard x reader

[murryumthecreator]

Hold me

Authors note: todays episode was not that great but we move.

Pairings: platonic!Maddy Perez x platonic!Black reader(gender non specified)

Summary: Maddy calls the reader after Nate pulls up on her 

Warnings: Possible grammatical errors

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“Hello?” your groggy voice whispers, eyes shut tightly. Your sleepy eyes open at the sound of sobs echoing through your phone speaker. Sitting up, you try to listen and see if your ears were deceiving you or if your best friend was really on the other line crying. “I’ll be there in ten” a worrisome response leaving your lips before ending the phone call. The sound of pain rippling through the speaker remains in your head. You were aware of how heartbroken Maddy was after Rue’s confession and how she hadn’t taken a second to stop and grieve her friendship. Maddy was resilient and had an image to uphold, she simply couldn’t let an evil conniving bitch break the cold facade she had. You were the only one who saw through her icy exterior. Saw her at her most vulnerable, when she was too ashamed and scared to show others. Maybe it was the fact that you two grew up living three blocks from each other or the fact that you always came to comfort her but you had always seen Maddy as a sister. This time wasn’t any different and you needed to be there for your sister; pushing the comfortable blankets that engulfed you off your body, you got up and threw on a sweatshirt and basketball shorts before slipping into some random slides in your room. Grabbing your phone, you left your room and made your way to Maddy’s house as the cold wind hit your bare legs. The thought of Maddy being so upset that she couldn’t even talk pained your heart; you stuff your hands in your pocket to shield them from the wind. Finally reaching Maddy’s house, you made your way to the side of the house where her room window was located. You crouch down peeking into the window to see Maddy holding herself as her body shook. You press your hands on the window and pry it open, the cold glass cooling your warm hands. Opening the window, you slide in and tiptoe into the light pink room, hearing her sobs fill her room. You turn around and close the window before slipping off your slides and sweater. Walking over to her crush pink bed you lay down, moving your body close to hers to wrap your arms around her. You place a kiss on her shoulder and push her jet black hair away from her face before laying your head down in the crook of her neck. Maddy reaches over to grab your hand as you hold her tighter. “I’m here”.

#euphoria x reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria #imagine #black reader #maddy perez #maddy x reader

[murryumthecreator]

Answers

Authors note: I know this is short I just wanted to get this out. Hopefully y’all like it. As always, yall can request imagines.

pairings: Black!Reader x Elliot

summary: Reader asks Elliot if he and Jules smashed but doesn’t hear what they want to hear

Warnings: Slight language, Possible grammatical errors 

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“Did you fuck her?” you questioned. A simple question that had a wrong and right answer. An answer you prayed was correct. Your anger started to bubble and boil as you sat in the familiar window seal, eyes glued to the musician’s backside. Silence falls over the decently sized room as you wait for the answer you want to hear. Elliot turns around slowly knowing that his answer could either set you off or calm you down. He hesitantly makes eye contact with you confirming your worry. Before he could even open his mouth to say a word you got up grabbed your phone, jacket, and car keys, and stood up to leave brushing past his unbothered form. You turned around to berate the boy but were overcome with anger. “Are you fucking serious Elliot?” you let out, voice trembling with fury and hurt. Your eyes search his face looking for some kind of indication that he was just joking. His lanky fingers dropped from their place on the guitar that sat in his lap as he looked up at your eyes soft. “You make me feel and look so stupid. I should’ve listened when Kat and Maddy told me not to mess with you!” you yell, nails coming together to point at him. Elliot’s face scrunches up as he opens his mouth to utter some bullshit excuse, “We aren’t even together”. Your eyes bulge out emotions running through your body like a race. Of all the things he could’ve said he chose to say the wrong thing. You close your mouth shut, taking a shaky breath, looking into his brown eyes. You stood there looking into each other’s eyes, yours filled with shock and irritation and his with the same stoic stance. You let out a sickly laugh mumbling a silent ‘okay’ before turning on your heels and leaving. Stomping down the staircase as your anger begins to turn into sadness. Reaching the bottom of the staircase you go to put on your shoes. Turning around hoping to see if Elliot would follow you to talk you were left standing in the foyer. The scenarios of making up that ran through your mind were wrong as you were followed by the soft strumming of guitar and betrayal.

#elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #black reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #euphoria

[murryumthecreator]

Bathroom Party

Authors note: I hope y’all like it, it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything so let me know if y’all like it or want more.-🤎

Pairings: Black Gender Neutral! Reader, Elliot, Platonic! Maddy and Rue.

Summary: Maddy convinces Black Gender neutral! reader to go to the new years party and she stumbles upon Elliot.

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Reader POV:

Bitterness hit the back of your throat as you inhaled and exhaled the harsh smoke, feeling the soft hum of the bass pump through your heart. Grasping your legs close to your chest you sat on the edge of the sink, hitting the poorly rolled joint that sat between your freshly painted fingers. You had been dragged into attending the new year's party that held the sweaty intoxicated bodies of your peers. Maddy had been adamant that you go enjoy the festivities, as your room was ‘messier than the shade room’. In all fairness, your room had been littered with ill-fitting clothing and half-full room temperature water bottles that you had been collecting for the past months. You had questioned if she wanted you to be there to have fun or to be the designated driver for her and whatever intoxicated person stumbled along asking for a ride. Maddy assured you that you wouldn’t be the ‘dd’ and had even offered to drive the both of you there and back. The sound of pounding at the door disturbed your smoke sesh as you got up to see who was trying to huff and puff the door down. “Hold up I’m coming!” you called out, stretching your legs out before walking towards the white door. The pounding continued, slowly aggravating your soul. Lazily unlocking the door, you swung it open with all your might. An unfamiliar male face stood on the opposite side of the door, “You ain’t hear me say I was coming?” y/n quizzed the strange boy grasping the door, blunt in hand while leaning on the door frame. His outgrown bleached hair and face tattoo’s entice your hazy mind. Your eyes were glossed over and eyebrows raised as you looked at the tan boy that stood across from you. His eyes mirrored yours holding the same glossy appearance, glancing at you up and down mouth agape as he searched for words to say to you. You crossed your arms around your body, nails poking out from within. The both of you stood there staring at each other before he finally responded, “My bad I just really need to use the washroom” he muttered looking down at your lips then the blunt in your hands. You uncross your arms and decide to preserve your peace and not further the mundane conversation any longer. “Cool.. let me grab my stuff and leave you to your toiletry duties” you say sending a small salute to the boy. You turned around to grab your phone and charger leaving the new boy at the door watching your form pick up your items. He cringed internally knowing that the beautiful stranger thought he had to urgently use the washroom. “I don’t have to use the washroom like that” the tatted boy called out causing you to turn around and look at him in confusion. The both of you making eye contact trying to affirm each other's thoughts before you let out an ‘oh shit’. “Aye I mean that’s cool.. but I don’t need to know about your ‘personal enjoyment’,” you said adding air quotes to exaggerate your words. The boys eyes widened as he quickly started to speak in his defense but was soon stopped by the voice of the Latina that had brought you to the party. “Y/n, bitch where the fuck have you been?” Maddy asked. Smoothly striding past the boy and grasping onto your arm, Maddy dragged you out of the washroom, glancing at the scene that she had found you in. She looked at you questioningly as you simply shrugged, glancing over your shoulder to look at the boy who was already looking at you. You nodded your head saying bye to the boy.

Elliot’s POV:

Elliot had ‘used’ the washroom before going back to accompany Rue. When he had finally spotted Rue he had seen the stranger from the washroom dancing with Maddy and Cassie. “That’s Y/n, usually they don’t come to parties or these kind of things but Maddy must’ve convinced them… They’ve been single for a long time.” Rue said dragging out the ‘o’ in long. She had answered the question that etched itself within his mind. Elliot’s eyes watched their movements intensely before he muttered out a ‘cool’ and scratched his head. Rue simply had a tight-lipped smile,(the white people/man tight lip smile if you know what I mean), and nodded.

#elliot x y/n #elliot x reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #black reader #gender neautral reader #euphoria