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All characters belong to Sam Levinson and the Euphoria universe.
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“Can I give you a ride home?”
The gentle question reverberates in Maddy’s head as they ride together in silence. Kitty, true to her name, is curled up in the backseat with Snowflake the poodle, both of them fast asleep already.
It had been a hell of a night.
But Bishop has a calm, steady, energy about him that intrigues Maddy.
There's something in her that inherently feels safe around him and although she can’t explain it, she feels drawn to him.
The car is silent but for the hum of the engine and the occasional “Turn left here,”, “Keep going straight for a while,” from Maddy.
Bishop silently regards her from the corner of his eye, thinking to himself that she has to be the most fascinating person he has ever met.
From what little he knows about her, she is, first and foremost, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And that was saying something. He had spent the last few years surrounded by the most beautiful women you could imagine, in every shape and size you could ever ask for.
And yet, Maddy’s beauty had struck him harder than any woman he had encountered thus far. More fascinating still, her beauty was the least interesting thing about her- whatever was inside her head intrigued him more. She's brilliant. Confident. Direct. Loyal.
Each word from her lips captivates him more.
He thinks all of this in pensive silence, only turning to fully face her at a red light on a quiet intersection.
He regards her.
She stares back.
She doesn't break the silence, only raises her eyebrows and juts out her chin in a silent “What the fuck are you looking at?” sort of gesture.
“Oh,” he says, pointing at his own face. “You have a little, uh,” he gestures at his lip.
She was bleeding slightly from the corner of her mouth.
He reaches in his pocket for a neatly folded handkerchief, holding it in the space between them in a silent question.
Her eyes lower to the handkerchief before meeting his gaze again. She doesn’t take the handkerchief from his hand, only holds his eyes. Daring him.
After hesitating a moment, he raises the handkerchief to the still-wet blood, wiping it away from her lips in one smooth motion.
He lowers his arm back to the center console, his eyes sliding from her lips back up to her large brown eyes.
The tension in the car hangs heavily between them.
“Um… the light’s green,” chimes in a small voice from the backseat.
Maddy and Bishop both glance toward Kitty in the backseat, then simultaneously turn to face forward before Bishop presses the gas.
A few moments later, Maddy and Bishop glance back at each other, a flicker of a smile on each of their faces.
They glide forward into the night.
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Is it just me or was there totally a vibe between Maddy and Bishop???? Lemme know what y’all think in the comments >:)
Chapter Text
Maddy sighs and turns the radio up, needing a minute to think.
The whirlwind of the past few days was catching up to her, but she needed to keep it together now more than ever.
She had made the deal with Alamo mainly to save Cassie, but if she was being honest with herself, a part of her had done it to save Nate.
She didn’t want him back and it had been years since they had spoken a word to each other, but Nate would always be her first love. He was abusive, secretive, volatile, and controlling. But the reality was that he could also be thoughtful, caring, and protective during the good times in their relationship.
That was the Nate that she was grieving, the side of him that was good to her.
And he had died an excruciating death, all alone. While there was a part of her that knew he deserved it, there was a part of her that broke when she saw him lying in that pine box.
And Cassie. Maddy’s heart ached when she thought about Cassie. Even though Maddy was somewhere between forgiving Cassie for all she’d done and not, there was no denying that Maddy still loved her. They had grown up together. And Maddy knew exactly what Cassie was feeling.
Her sobs when they found him would stay with Maddy for a long time.
Maddy had looked back at Alamo and, in that moment, she knew that she was completely screwed. She was indebted to him for life. They owed him one million dollars, twenty percent of all their future earnings, and whatever else he wanted, really. Because he wasn’t the sort of man that you could easily say no to.
After they found Nate dead, and her and Cassie were sitting in that diner, the weight of her decision threatened to suffocate her.
Cassie was no longer in danger at least, but Nate was already dead. They had made a deal with the devil and there was no going back.
Maddy had never felt so hopeless in her entire life.
Then, Cassie sat next to her and put her head on Maddy’s shoulder. She had held her hand, and Maddy knew that at the very least, she wouldn’t be going through this alone.
That was the moment that Maddy forgave Cassie for everything she had done.
She was glad that there was someone in the world who knew how it felt to have loved and lost the complicated man that was Nate Jacobs. Someone to share the burden of the trouble that they had gotten themselves into.
But now, because of Bishop, they had been freed from the crushing weight of a lifetime of debt. Ali had been the one to pull the trigger, but if Bishop hadn’t taken the bullets out of Alamo’s gun, Alamo would still be alive, still holding leverage over their heads.
Bishop had been Alamo’s associate for she didn’t know how long, but in a hell of a chess move, he had decided to betray him to save her.
It was a lot to process.
She wonders silently if Bishop is someone she can trust. And even though she has questions for him, her gut is telling her that he is.
When they arrive at Cassie’s house, Maddy reaches back to nudge Kitty awake.
“Do you wanna stay with us tonight?” she asks her, reaching down to pet Snowflake.
Kitty nods, rubbing her eyes and reaching for the door handle, her jewelry tinkling softly.
“Do you?” Maddy asks Bishop.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” he replies in his typical monotone.
He’s trying his best to hide it, but Maddy could see that he was exhausted. She could only imagine everything that he must have on his mind after tonight.
“Come on,” she says, opening the passenger door.
The trio plus Snowflake make their way to the large front door and Maddy unlocks it.
“Cass, are you up?” Maddy calls up the stairs, shrugging her shoulders out of her jacket.
“Yeah, coming,” Cassie calls back. Her room door opens, and she trots down the stairs, her breasts bouncing as she goes.
“How’d it go?” she asks, her brow furrowing at the sight of Bishop and Kitty.
“Alamo’s dead,” Maddy states, matter-of-factly. She quickly recounts the events of the night, emphasizing Bishop’s role in saving their asses.
“Holy shit,” Cassie whispers, processing.
“Holy shit,” she breathes again, sharing a look with Maddy.
They share a small smile before Maddy snaps back to business mode.
Maddy turns to Kitty, who had snuggled into the couch while Maddy recounted the events of the night.
“Kitty, do you have all the girls’ numbers?” she asks.
“Most of them,” Kitty replies through a yawn, brushing her hair out of her face.
“Okay. I need you to text every girl you know that there’ll be a meeting here tomorrow,” she checks her watch. “Today. At noon. Let them know we’re gonna talk business. If they wanna make some money, their asses had better show up,” she says, her heels clacking as she connects Kitty’s phone to the charger on the kitchen island.
“Cass, get her a cup of coffee and make sure she does what I asked.”
Cassie nods, herding Kitty into the kitchen.
Maddy turns to Bishop.
“You, come with me,” she says.
He follows her wordlessly to the guest room down the hall and collapses into the cushy chair in the corner.
Maddy crosses her arms, resting her chin on her hand as she regards him. As if he were a puzzle she was trying to figure out.
“First of all, I wanna thank you for doing what you did. I know that that couldn’t have been an easy decision for you,” she says, stepping a little bit closer.
“It was easier than you would think,” he replies. “Alamo Brown was not a man that I wanted to associate myself with any longer.”
She nods. And never one to beat around the bush, she asks the question that had been weighing on her mind.
“Do you think Alamo intentionally laced the Percs he gave to Rue?”
In a rare moment, Bishop’s stoic expression cracks, and a pained look crosses his face.
He purses his lips and for a moment he doesn’t meet her eyes.
“I suspected that Rue was up to something. And I knew what he would do if he found out. That makes me complicit,” he says, his voice cracking.
His pain and shame are on full display, and the vulnerability of it momentarily stuns Maddy. She had never encountered a man who was willing to discuss his feelings or take accountability. Each word feels like uncharted territory.
She takes him in for a moment before stepping closer, her heels clacking quietly on the floor.
She’s standing directly in front of him, but his eyes stay trained on the floor.
She grabs him by the chin with her manicured fingernails, the bright acrylics catching the light. She holds his head up to force him to meet her eyes.
A solitary tear falls down his cheek at the motion.
She holds his eyes for a moment and makes a decision.
“It’s a good thing there’s a way for you to redeem yourself.”
She lets his head drop and strides for the door.
“Come on,” she calls over her shoulder, not looking to see if he’s following.
“We’ve got work to do.”
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Thank you all so much for the love on this fic, I’m glad I’m not the only one who saw the chemistry between Bishop & Maddy.
Also, I mostly liked Euphoria Season 1 and 2 but I do think Season 3 was mostly not great, especially how a lot of the characters were written. So I was only casually watching Season 3 just to see the cast perform & to see where the characters ended up, and I wasn’t locked in so some of the details I mention here may not be 100% correct.
Also, some of the details I mention will just flat-out be wrong because, again, I didn’t like the way some of the characters were written. For example, the Maddy we know and love would never be stupid enough to mention Rue working with the DEA to Alamo, like be fr that made no sense. So in this version, she never said that LMAO.
Anyway, if I get any info besides that wrong please let me know in the comments and again, thank you all for the love <3 Next chapter will be up soon
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“We need to figure out what the fuck we’re gonna do,” Maddy declares, taking a sip of coffee.
She was perched on the kitchen counter, her heels kicked off onto the tile beneath her and her hair beginning to fall out of its careful style into her natural waves.
Bishop and Cassie sat at the counter facing Maddy, their full attention on her as they sipped from their cups. Bishop was drinking his coffee black, Cassie sipping on some kind of influencer Flat Stomach tea.
It was almost four o’clock in the morning and nothing felt real. After the events of the night, and how much had changed over the course of a few hours, it felt as if they were all in limbo.
“What do you mean?” Cassie asks, her brown furrowing.
“Kitty already texted the girls about the meeting, and it looks like at least a couple are coming…” Cassie continues. “I mean, what more can we do?”
“Think ‘big picture’, Cass,” Maddy says, motioning around with her hands.
Cassie pauses before replying.
“We stick with our original plan,” replies Cassie. “We have a few girls rent the rooms here and we arrange everything for them- photoshoots, hair, makeup, styling, and in exchange charge room and board and take a percentage of everything they make. It’s a good idea. Mutually beneficial. It works.”
“Obviously we stick with our original plan, Cassie. But Alamo’s death changes things,” she retorts. “There’s all this free money floating around, unclaimed. If we invest more money in the business to begin with, we stand to gain a whole lot more in the long run. I think it would be a mistake not to take that opportunity.”
“What do you mean ‘free money’?” asks Cassie.
“His house,” Maddy declares, holding out her hand in a ‘duh’ sort of gesture.
“What, like rob him?” Cassie asks, mouth agape.
Maddy smirks and shrugs as if to say, ‘Why not?’
“I know where he keeps his money,” Bishop deadpans, taking a sip from his mug.
“This is a bad idea,” says Cassie, shaking her head.
“Only if we get caught,” Maddy says. “I’d be willing to bet the cops are already investigating the Silver Slipper, but they’re gonna have to get a warrant to search Alamo’s estate. Alamo’s dead. His guards are dead. I think we have to do it tonight if we’re gonna do it at all.”
“I’ll go,” Bishop volunteers.
“Not by yourself,” Maddy protests immediately.
“I’ll be fine,” he insists, opening his jacket to reveal the two guns tucked into either side of a shoulder holster.
The image of Nate lying dead in that pine box flashes through her mind and she shudders.
“No. I’m going with you,” Maddy insists again, hopping down from the counter and holding out her hand for one of the guns.
“You know how to shoot a gun?” he asks slowly, a corner of his mouth raising in amusement.
Even though he questions her, he reaches into his jacket and places one of his guns in her outstretched hand.
“I lived on my own for four years,” she says, cocking the gun and tucking it into the waistband of her skirt. “I know my way around a Glock.”
God, Bishop thinks, I am so into her.
Again, an energy hangs in the air between them as they regard each other.
“Can I come too?” Cassie interrupts, straightening up in her chair.
“No,” Bishop and Maddy reply simultaneously.
Maddy slides her heels back on and heads for the front door with Bishop.
“We shouldn’t be gone too long, Cass, but don’t wait up, okay?” Maddy says, giving Cassie a hug.
Cassie nods, returning the hug.
“Be careful,” Cassie says, chewing the inside of her cheek.
Maddy nods once as Bishop unlocks the door for her.
“We will be.”
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Maddy and Bishop pull up to Alamo’s mansion in the darkness, both of their eyes wide open and scouting for danger.
The house looks completely deserted, but they both know without saying it that they would need to be cautious in case anyone else had the same idea.
The news hadn’t broken yet, but there were a handful of people who would know Alamo’s mansion would be deserted right now, who could show up with the same idea.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Bishop asks her, his hand on the door handle.
Maddy nods once, opening the door on her side.
They quietly make their way up the deserted pathway to the garage door. There are no other cars around and Alamo’s mansion is too remote for anyone to have come here on foot, but they still say silent, listening for trouble.
Bishop slides on a pair of sleek leather gloves as they jog up to the garage door and quickly keys in the code. They anxiously wait for the door to rise, watching each other’s backs in case anyone else shows up.
They make their way inside the garage and then through the inside door where he quickly punches in another code to disable the alarm.
They finally breathe a sigh of relief when it shuts off.
“We should be okay now,” he says. “G and I were the only ones besides Alamo who knew the code, and well…” G was dead, his dick blown to smithereens curtesy of Ali.
Maddy nods. “Anyone else would have tripped the alarm,” she says as she follows him up the winding staircase.
Bishop nods. “Precisely.”
They relax a little bit as they head up the stairs, but nonetheless they step quietly enough to listen for any sign of danger.
Maddy follows Bishop into an enormous room that must have been Alamo’s, and then into an equally large walk-in closet.
There are shelves lined with pristine-looking shoes on each wall, tailored suits in every color, designer bags, more cowboy hats than she could count. She even recognizes some of the clothes from designer menswear collections that had just released that season.
She had known Alamo was rich, but she hadn’t realized he was this level of rich.
Bishop’s steady voice catches her attention, and she turns to face him.
“Alamo changed the code to his safe, so we won’t be able to get inside there, but,” he says, grunting as he slides open a panel in the very back of the closet. “I do know where he hid a few things.”
Maddy nods and continues to look around the closet as Bishop rifles around behind the panel. She runs her fingers along a fine silk shirt and frowns.
“It’s a shame such a shitty man had such good taste in clothing,” she says.
“Shitty people can have good taste in a lot of things,” he replies, giving her a pointed look.
She remembers Alamo’s wandering hands under her skirt in the back room of the Silver Slipper. The way he saw her as just another plaything to keep under his thumb, barely more than a piece of meat in his eyes.
The way he’d had his eyes on her for a lifetime of control. Not for a partnership, but for her to be under his ownership. She shudders and lets the silk shirt fall from her hand.
Maddy watches as Bishop picks up a green Gucci duffel bag and tosses it at her feet. Her jaw drops as bands of cash slide out of the open zipper and land at her feet.
“This is what he wasn’t keeping in his safe?” she asks, disbelieving.
“Yes,” he says, grunting as he slides the panel back into place. “It was his go-bag. If he ever got tipped off that the police were coming for him, he kept it so he could grab it and disappear somewhere,” he says, turning to face her.
As Maddy meets his dark eyes, she feels an adrenaline rush like never before at what they were doing.
I could get used to this, she thinks.
They break from their charged eye contact to glance around the room at the hundreds of thousands- if not millions of dollars’ worth of clothing and accessories. They meet each other’s eyes again and have a silent sort of conversation before turning for the door at the same time.
“Should we?” they seem to say.
“Too risky,” they conclude together as they turn for the door.
It needed to look like they were never here, otherwise the police would know for sure the house had been robbed and come looking for them.
They were so in sync it was as if they’d known each other for years, not days.
They both find themselves wondering where the other had been all this time.
“What made you decide to turn your back on him?” Maddy asks as they descend the stairs.
He turns to face her as they reach the small hallway leading to the garage door.
“I believe that women should keep as much of their autonomy as they want to. I think that men like Alamo are weak,” he says quietly.
His voice was calm and measured, but Maddy could read that there was a deep frustration within him. She suspected she knew what it was about but wanted to ask him anyway to hear it from him.
“Why?” she asks softly, brushing a piece of dust off his collar before meeting his eyes again.
“He wanted total control of everything around him, especially his girls. And I… I heard his proposition for you in the private room. It made me sick,” he said, shaking his head as if he wished to clear the words from his skull.
“And it’s not that I don’t think you would make a great mother,” he continues. “I bet that you would be if that’s what you wanted. But what you want is something that would have never crossed his mind to ask.”
Listening to the way he described it, she couldn’t help but think that in some ways Alamo Brown wasn’t so different from Nate Jacobs.
Bishop’s eyes flash with anger and he visibly takes a moment to regain his composure before continuing.
“Men like Alamo see a strong, confident, beautiful woman like yourself and immediately think of ways to keep you small. Put you in a locked cage and keep the fucking key. It’s…” he shakes his head again, taking a breath before finding the word.
“…Frustrating, to me,” he finishes, meeting her eyes again.
Maddy nods, taking in the information.
She gets the sense that Alamo’s tendency to control women in general led to a lot of Bishop’s frustration but particularly bothered him when it came to her.
She also gets the sense that there’s more to it- something more personal for him that had been really getting under his skin.
She smiles slightly, her glossy lips catching the light in the dim hallway.
“What does a man like you want to do with a woman like me?” she asks, her voice igniting something deep in Bishop’s bones.
He pauses for a moment, like he’s considering all the ways he could answer that question.
Maddy’s stomach flips pleasantly as he glides a little bit closer to her.
“Stand by your side and make your light shine brighter,” he says.
He steps a little closer still, placing one of his large hands on her waist. She hears the bag of money drop from his other hand and she swallows hard, her heart beginning to beat faster in her chest.
“In any way that you want. In any way that you allow me to,” he says quietly, his words like a promise.
He steps close enough for her to be able to smell his subtle cologne. Far enough away for Maddy to easily pull away if she wants to. But she doesn’t want to.
She doesn’t want to at all. Her heart beats faster still and she begins to feel desire for him knot in the pit of her stomach.
He takes a half step forward and closes the distance between them, their bodies flush against each other, her back pressed against the wall.
“If it’s alright with you, I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, the bass in his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
“It’s alright with me,” she whispers, and his lips finally find hers.
His lips are full and firm and he kisses her like he means it, circling her small waist in his arms. He moves his lips against hers with an unexpected dominance that takes her breath away for a moment, before her arms circle around his neck in return.
It had been a long time since she had been kissed like that.
And it had been a long time since Bishop had kissed anyone at all.
Maddy’s lips were full and soft against his, and she knew how to use them. She hesitates for a moment, and he almost pulls away, thinking he may have misread things, until he feels her arms loop around his neck to pull him closer.
They begin to melt into each other, losing themselves in each other completely, when they hear a sound that makes both of their stomachs drop.
Footsteps.
They snap apart just as a light switch flicks on, bathing them both in a stark white light.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”
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ooooooo FUCK they’re in trouble LOL, stay tuned to find out what happens next mwahahaa
And thank you for all the sweet comments on the previous chapters, I really appreciate it :,)
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