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Movies 

Title : Movies

Alt Title : Milf

Disclaimer : I do not own you or the euphoria franchise

Warnings : swearing , teen motherhood , drug alluding , abuse , Nate Jacobs , panic attack mention and the come down of one ,

Word Count - 1.7k

Rating - MA-16+

Part Two of the Angel Series

Part One

Tag list : @ellyskey , @minaxcarter , @leslienjazzy , @write-from-the-heart , @local-bxbby , @twdbaddie1090 , @multiharlot , @lovesanimals0000 , @slut-for-matt-murdock

Nathaniel Fucking Jacobs…

The music almost sounded like a blur. Falling deaf but the only thing that calls out is his voice. But what is he talking about?

“Hey, (Nick Name), if you’re here, who’s watching Flynn Sylas? I’d hope someone trusted.” Nate says to you, feigning innocence as he turns to face you. “Flynn’s fine. Completely taken care of.” You manage to say, your eyes off to the side, him in your peripherals.

“I’m glad to know our son is fine.” Nate says loud enough that the surrounding people turned to the two of you. “Yes. He’s fine.” Your eyes dart to the ceiling, shoving your fear as deep as you could.

You hear as he scoffs. “Good.” He said, walking off.

She promised you he wouldn’t be here. He doesn’t even like any of these people here… he knew you were coming. He won’t just leave you the fuck alone. How come he gets to live free? And not be constantly in pain or in fear… it’s so fucking tiring.

“(Nick Name)! I’ve been fuckin’ looking for you! Nate’s here!” Kat grabbed your arm. “You’ve been standing there spaced for like… a minute.”

“You stared at me for a minute before letting me know Nate’s here?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows. “Just… Can we get out of here? Please. I just want to see my baby.” You pleaded.

“About that…” Kat sighed. “I kinda have something, or… someone to do. Hope you understand! Love you!” Kat said, kissing her hand and blowing ‘the kiss’ at you.

“Kat!” You called out at her, exasperated at her for blowing you off. You loved Kat, you two were friends since you guys were 2, but you were fucking hating the flake she’d become.

“Is it the wrong time to ask for your number?” Elliot’s voice called to you. You looked at him. “Kind of. Aforementioned baggage.” You half-explained.

A simple ‘oh’ comes from Elliot. “I’ll walk you to your car?” He tries to suggest, but you hear it come off more as a question.

“Walked here.” You said, checking your phone. “Just… here.” You opened your message app, pressed plus and handed him the phone. He took your phone and inserted his number, along with sending a text message to himself.

“Now I know it’s you messaging’ me.”

“You say that as if you get multiple girl’s numbers.” You said, a dash of playful sarcasm.

“Nah, just the 17 year old milfs. Text me when you get home.” Elliot said, handing your phone back. “You text me.” You said to him. “I plan on it!” He called over his shoulder.

— — —

You sighed, walking around your living room as you held a sleeping Flynn. His cheek rested on your shoulder as he hid his little face in your neck. You hummed softly as you walked into his room.

Your hand goes to the back of his head as you lower him into the bed. You're practically holding your breath as you place him against the mattress. He stirs softly and whines softly, before stilling and falling back to sleep.

You cover your mouth as you quietly sneak out of the room. You creak the door closed and turn the hallway light off. You let go of the breath you were holding as you walked into your room. You rubbed your eyes, and looked into the mirror.

Smeared make-up, messy hair, bags under your eyes. “Pfft… milf.” You laughed as you got undressed. Your eyes drifted to your phone. A notification from an unsaved number. You knew it was him. At least, you hoped.

You threw on an old high school shirt your sister gave you before going off to college. You sat on your bed as you picked up your phone.

“Make it safe?” The text read, a small smile found its way to you as you responded. “Nah, traffic’s a bitch. Turns out a parade of 17 year old milfs were on the way to the party.” You laughed, god you crack yourself up.

“Ha. You’re not gonna let that go, huh?“

“Afraid not.”

“Well, I made it home safe.”

“Did you? I’m so proud of you <3, such a big boy.”

‘Fuck. You did not just ‘mom’ this guy.’ Your brain shouted at you as you sent the text.

“My bad. Still in mom mode. Flynn just went down.”

‘An unnecessary life update, dude you’re just killing it.’ You roll your eyes at your mental turmoil.

“Ya, pretty proud of myself too.”

You scoffed at his answer as another text draws your attention.

“Don’t apologize. Milfs gotta do milf-ly duties.”

You laugh loudly before slapping a hand over your mouth. “Fuck. That was a good one. Almost woke up the previously mentioned child lol.”

“I’d like to pride myself on being pretty funny.” You smiled at the text before placing it down and falling asleep. But it was only a couple minutes before you stirred to the phone ringing. “Fuck.” You rubbed your eyes as you answered. “Mm?” You asked, knowing your irritation was thick on your voice.

“Flynn sleeping?”

Nate.

“I don't wanna be doing this Nate. You left me alone for months, why now?” You asked, pushing yourself to sit. “I don’t want you with him.”

“Quite frankly, Nate, I couldn’t give a fuck that fucked another fuck.” You groaned out. “Leave me alone. You signed your rights away.” You said.

“I still pay.”

“Which I told you I didn’t want. All of it goes into Flynn’s college fund. You can’t tell me who to be with when you’re literally with Cassie!” You pinched your nose. “We broke up.”

“For how long Nate? Because there’s never just breaking up with you. You’re a fucking leech who sucks the joy out of everything.” You said, almost shocked that you said it out loud. Christ, he needs to call you when you’re sleeping more. Maybe you’ll stick up for yourself more.

“I don’t want our son around Elliot.”

“He isn’t around Elliot! He’s not even your son anymore! He’s my son. I make the decisions. All of them. Who watches him, who doesn’t, who he’s around, who isn’t.” You shouted at him, before quieting yourself. “Nate. Please, I’m begging you. Leave me alone. Leave Elliot alone. You get to move on, please let me.”

“I’ve already said how I feel. Act accordingly.”

And as you opened your mouth to respond, the call ended.

“I hate him so much.” You sobbed to yourself, throwing your phone on the bed. Your hands go through your hair as you look at the ceiling.

You lay back and attempt to calm your breaths. You look at the pictures that decorate your ceiling. Flynn’s ultrasounds, your maternity photos, Flynn’s newborn photo shoot, random photos with friends. You repeat 5,6,7 as you place your hands over your chest.

You knew it as it was happening, a panic attack.

You sniffed as you inhaled deeply for five seconds, held your breath for six, then exhaled for seven seconds. You repeated the process until you were able to breathe without hiccuping.

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes. Your eyes peeled open at the sound of a high pitched whining. “Fuck…” you whispered as you looked at your clock. “6:04.” You rubbed your face.

After waiting a couple seconds to see if it was a false-awakening, which Flynn was infamous for, you got up. It wasn’t a wet cry, or a hunger cry, which were very distinct from him. But a comfort cry.

You entered his room as he stood up, holding the railing. “Oh goodness.” You picked him up, fixing his pajamas. “So upset… so distraught.” You kissed the side of his head as you walked to your room.

“Somebody mean to mommy woke her up before you did.” You said to him sitting on your bed. His tired cries calmed as you leaned against the wall and put him on your chest.

His hands gripped at your shirt as he quickly fell back asleep. “Just wanted to be held?” You asked, patting his upper back. “Me too buddy.” You grabbed your phone.

“Hope you’re sleeping well, I really liked the chat we had. I hope we can get to know each other more.” A text from ‘El <3’ at 2:32 am.

“I was sleeping okay. Got a shit awakening, but I’m cuddling with my favorite boy right now.” You responded.

“Never thought I’d be jealous of a baby.”

You laugh a little at his text. “Have I shown you a picture of him?”

“You have not, I didn’t know if it was ok to ask or not.”

You sent him a picture of him sitting and smiling, wearing a Winnie the Pooh onesie. “This is the one and only, Flynn Sylas.”

“Holy shit, it’s like you procreated with yourself.”

“Yea, thank god. Flynn’s my little twin. Which sucks because he has my attitude. Especially about being awake… speaking of, why’re you up at 6?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Side effects of my baggage.”

You nodded to yourself a little. “Interesting. I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep Elliot. You gonna sleep soon?”

“Nah, I can talk to you now. Don’t wanna pass that up :)”

“You’re very cute.”

“Not as cute as you.”

“You’re corny on top of it, huh?”

“Only for you dearest. So, how do you feel about movies?”

“Movies are okay. I can’t watch them alone worth a damn.”

“Would you want to see one with me?”

“I’d love to, but I’d have to find someone to watch Flynn.”

“Bring him. If I wanna be with you, that means I’m with your kid too.”

You bit your lip a little, fighting back a smile. His acceptance of your son is making you feel very warm. “I’d like to, but I have a three date policy.” You texted, placing a boundary. Which you were steadfast and won’t budge on, but you’re also curious to how he’d react.

“Of course. Take your time. I still want that date though.”

“Sunday at four. I’ll meet you at the movie theatre.”

“Can’t wait. Btw. Ur name is saved as milf in my phone.”

A Complicated Decision

Title: Meeting You is a Complicated Decision

Alt Title : Someone Before Mommy

Word Count : 1.4K

Warnings : swearing , teen motherhood , drug comment , abuse , Nate Jacobs

Disclaimer : I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise. I do own the writing.

Rating - MA-16+

Part One of the Angel Series

Tag List : @local-bxbby , @twdbaddie1090 @ellyskey , @minaxcarter , @leslienjazzy

———

The music played through the phone’s speakers. You stood in front of a full-length mirror that belonged to your sister’s friend, Maddy Perez. You bought it a few years back and hung it up behind your bedroom door.

Your apartment wasn’t anything special, two bedrooms, one and a half bath, kitchen. You had what you needed, and more importantly, what Flynn needed.

Being a single mom to a bouncing boy by 17 wasn’t in your bingo slip for your life. And like every stereotype, Flynn Sylas’ dad wasn’t around for him. Neither was the family of your son’s father. You, however, wasn’t as lucky.

After being hid away for ten long months, your best friend Kat made the executive decision for you to go to a party.

“But who’ll watch Flynn?” You asked, turning around. “My mom.” Kat answered, putting her hair into twin pigtails. “KK.” You looked at her, crossing your arms.

“(Nick Name), you look hot. And no offense, your social skills are practically dead by now.” She rolled her eyes at your ‘mom stance’.

“I don’t like passing my baby off.” You narrowed your eyebrows. “You’re not passing him off.” Kat shook her head. “You’re looking at it all wrong. You’re gonna be 18 in two days! And for the whole year you were either pregnant, or being mommy. Be a teen for just a couple hours.” Kat put her hands on your waist.

“Make some bad decisions. I promise, Nate won’t be there. You gotta remember that you were someone before mommy.” Kat pouted. “You don’t need to say his name with so much hatred.” You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“I don’t? He left you with a baby at 16 and pretty much just pays you to be quiet.” Kat tucked some stray hair behind your ear before fixing your lash. “More so Cal’s decision, but it is what it is. Flynn is taken care of.” You quickly added in a bad habit you picked up, justifying abusive actions.

“Come onnnn… live a little. Elliot’s gonna be there.”

“The junkie Elliot Jules fucked while with Rue?” You asked. “Sounds like a totally uncomplicated decision I totally need in my life.” You added, grabbing Kat’s hand. “KK. I love you, so much.” You kissed her knuckles. “But Flynn shouldn’t have someone temporary.”

“He’s sober now, and he’s looking for a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, not step-son.” You interjected.

“Just meet him, I promise.”

“Jules ain’t fucking him anymore?” You narrowed your eyebrows as you pulled back from her touch. “I promise!” She laughed.

You sighed, and nodded. “Okay. Okay! I’ll say hi.”

Your head jerked to the fussing in the room next to yours. “Flynn’s up.” You said, walking to his room.

Kat Followed behind you. “Aunt KK wants baby time.”

While she wasn’t a baby person overall, she certainly loves your son.

“Hi sweetpea.” You cooed as you picked up the red faced fussy baby. “Huh, mark your calendars. He woke up dry.” You kissed his cheek as Kat plucked him from your arms.

“When’s the party?” You asked. “An hour or so.” Kat responded, walking over to Flynn’s car seat. “Let’s go now, because I know you’ll spend the next thirty minutes talking everything over with my mom.”

“Ha. When you’re right, you’re right.” You shrugged, watching Kat strap your child in.

***

The music poured through the speakers as Kat pulled you through the crowd. “Take a shot!” She told you, handing you a plastic solo cup. “Fuck it.” You said, grabbing it and leaning your head back to throw the liquor down.

You made a noise as you attempted to not gag. After not drinking for almost two years, your tolerance for the taste was gone.

“Gotta train that taster.” Kat teased. “Shut up.” You laughed, pushing her a little. Your eyes moved down as you looked for Fezco.

The ginger sat on the couch, leaning back to watch his smoke drift into the air. “I got to say hey.” You said, pushing through the crowd.

“The king let you out for the night?” The dealer asked, drole on his words. “Aha, yea. King Flynn.” You responded, crossing your arms. “You alright, ma?” Fez asked, his blue eyes meeting yours.

“Yea.” You nodded. “It’s a little awkward. I’m anxious I’ll run into him.” You shrugged, standing next to him.

Your friendship with Fezco O'Neill started between two entrepreneurial grandmothers. While you weren’t as involved as Fez, you definitely knew Fez since you two were itty bitty.

“As long as I’ve known you, he should be scared of runnin’ into you.” Fezco laughed, putting the blunt out before placing it on his ear.

“You’re sweet Fez.” You pushed him, before smiling. “I’m gonna go roam.” You said before walking outside.

You hummed to the music as you watched the sea of people.

You leaned against the house’s wall.

“What’s a pretty place doing with a girl like you?” A voice cut through your thoughts. “Huh?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows at the confusion he caused.

“I said that wrong.” He cleared his throat before sticking his hand out. “Elliot.” He said.

“(Name).” You shook his hand a little.

“Kat told me about you.” Elliot informed, his hand falling to his side. “How much did she tell you?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows a little.

“Not too much. Single, nice butt, pretty, nice.” He answered. “She left out mom.” You added. “Mom?” He asked, narrowing his eyebrows. “Mom.” You repeated before adding “I have a son.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “That’s cool. Never dated a milf before.” He smiled at you. You scoffed, fighting back a smile. “Milf, that’s the first time I’ve gotten that.” You looked at him.

“I’m completely blowin’ it, aren’t I?” He asked, laughing a little. You shook your head. “Nah, not many 17 year old milfs in the area. At least, not since I last checked.” You smiled, nudging him gently.

“Well, at least I’m not blowin’ it… Kat told me you’re a planner. You like weighing your decisions.” Elliot leaned against the wall next to you. “Yea. Planners can be a name for it.” You half joked.

“How’re you feelin’ about this decision?” He asked.

“This decision?” You responded, eyebrows narrowing at the boy with face tattoos.

“Yea. Meetin’ me.” He explained, making a vague gesture to himself with one hand.

“For what I can say now, meeting you is a complicated decision.” You started. “There’s a lot of baggage attached to me.” You looked at him.

“Everyone has baggage.” Elliot said, a little laugh escaping him.

“Baby daddy baggage for one.” You looked over your shoulder. “I went through a lot, and you’re gonna have to prove that you’re serious and actually want a long-term thing before I even juggle the idea of bringing you around Flynn.” You looked back at him.

“Shit. Kat warned me you’re a straight shooter. I like seeing that she’s tellin’ the truth.” He paused.

“My baby daddy isn’t a good person. He did things, I don’t want to go through some more bullshit. I’m giving you your first out now.” You grabbed Elliot’s chin between your thumb and index finger. “I don’t want either of us getting hurt, and I sure don’t want my son getting attached to someone who’ll leave.”

“I’m not takin’ any outs. I don’t do that shit anymore.” Elliot’s hand grabbed yours that held his chin and moved out from your, honestly limp, grip. “There’s somethin’ about you that’s different. You’re nothing like the girls here, (Name), any dude’d that leave you is a fuckin’ idiot. Let yourself be happy.” Elliot tucked a hair from your ear.

“If you wanna take the out, just know I won’t give up still.” He said. “You were someone before you were a mommy, I want to be able to help you find that person again. But obviously I know your son comes first, which I’m totally chill with waiting until you’re ready.”

You shook your head a little. “You’re sweet Elliot.” You smiled. “Get my number from Kat.” You winked. “I’m gonna get something to drink. I hope to see you before the party’s over.” You kissed his cheek, leaving a ( color ) lipstick stain.

You turned around, and walked inside. Dodging through the swarm of people, you attempt to push down the smile.

Your body collides into the back of someone taller than you. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” You said, moving to the side.

“Hey, (Nick Name), if you’re here, who’s watching Flynn Sylas? I’d hope someone trusted.”

Nathaniel Fucking Jacobs.

Angel

You knew the risks of dating someone, and soon eventually having a kid with, like Nate Jacobs. But what you didn’t know was what it would truly entail. The possession, the stalking, the physical abuse, the blackmail, the cheating. When you attempt to move on with the local ex-druggie musician, Nate decides he will ruin the relationship at every cost. How long will Satan keep you close to him? Will Elliot fight through it for you and stay clean?

Series!

Part One…

Pairing : Ex!Baby Daddy!Nate Jacobs x Teen Mom!Reader x Elliot

Warnings : Swearing , abusive contents , drug usage / mentioning , teenage parenthood/talks about teen pregnancy , addiction recovery , violence

Rating : MA-16+

Disclaimer : I do not own you or the euphoria franchise. I do own the writing.

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