#des’ writing
Her Daddy
Title: Her Daddy
Alt Title: Little Miss. Novalie Jude O’Neill
Warnings: teen parenthood and swearing
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own you or the euphoria franchise , I own the writing
You sighed, shaking your head. “Novalie, you are ok.” You spoke to the wailing baby in your arms.
“You just ate pumpkin, what do you need?” You patted the four month old’s back, who continued to cry into your ear.
“Bad timin’?” You heard a familiar voice. “No, perfect timing.” You responded, sarcastically.
“Let me see her.” Fezco walked over. “Gladly.” You responded, placing Novalie in his arms.
“You coulda called and told me she was fussin’. I woulda come over.” Fez said, patting her back, holding her close to his chest. “You’d be over everyday then.” You laughed a little.
You and Fezco dated for a year, before he broke up with you after Rue did fentanyl. Three weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. Little Miss. Novalie Jude O'Neill.
“Novalie Jude, you’re just fine, stop being dramatic.” Fez hushed Novalie, who quickly quieted down.
“You got the magic touch.” You sighed, slightly irritated at how quickly he got the baby to calm down within minutes when you were struggling for hours.
“Shit, she just wanted her daddy.” Fez shook his head. “What about you?” He asked, looking at you as Novalie began to fall asleep.
“What about me?” You asked, touching Novalie’s hair. “You want her daddy?” Fez asked, the lop-sided smile you fell in love with moving across his lips.
“What’re you getting at Fezco?” You crossed your arms. “Shit, never mind.” He shook his head, walking through the house to your room.
“Don’t do that…”
“Do what?”
“Never mind-ing me. You know that’ll piss me off quicker than any other thing you’ll do.” You listened as he opened the door and placed Novalie in her bed.
“Shh.” He looked at you. “You’ll wake up lil ma. Ain’t your own rule; you wake, you take?” He walked back out to you to the living room.
“Fezco O'Neill I am working on three hours of sleep if you don’t make your point within the next minute I’m punching you.”
Fezco snorted a little, before cupping your face in his hands.
“Fez?” You looked up at him.
“I miss you.” He said, his forehead resting on yours. “And I regret lettin’ you go, I miss you every minute of everyday.” He spoke softly, closing his eyes.
“I missed you so much, ma. You have no clue.” His hands moved to your hips.
“I missed you…” Your hands moved up his chest to your shoulders.
“Lemme have you again. I won’t ever let you go.” He was practically whispering. “I love you.” He lifted his head, making eye contact with you.
“You have me. I love you.”
“Thank god.” He hugged you tight, pressing his lips onto yours. You laughed, kissing back.
And once again, life made sense.
Because You Love Me
Title: Because You Love Me
Alt Title: Shirt
Warnings: fluff. like one drug mention
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own you or the euphoria franchise
“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” Elliot asked, rubbing the lotion into your back.
“Because you love me.” You responded.
“Uh-huh.” Elliot rolled his eyes. “So, me loving you means it’s required of me to rub lotion on your back every time you shower?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.
You nodded, throwing on his shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.
“That’s your outfit today?” He asked, putting his boxers on.
You raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror as you pulled your hair into a messy brow. “Why?” You asked, turning around to face him. “You don’t like it?” You pressed.
“No! God, no. I like it. I like it a little too much.” He gave a soft laugh, pulling his jeans on and fixing himself. “I’m not gonna be able to do much schooling thinking about the fact my girl’s wearing my shirt.” He said while zipping and buttoning his pants.
“You wanna wear one of my hair ties on your wrist to make it even?” You teased him, looking at your container of hair ties. “Can I pick?” He asked, seriously.
“Sure.” You laughed a little.
“Baller.” He whispered, grabbing a neon green hair tie, and wore it on his wrist. “That one?”
“Kinda gives me an acid-y feel.” He gave a half laugh, and put on a bleach splattered black shirt.
“Of course. Remind me why I agreed to this again?” You asked, using your index finger to wag between yourself and Elliot.
“Because you love me.” Elliot smiled, kissing the top of your head.
Picnic
Title: Picnic
Alt Title: Comforting Patterns
Warnings: Mention of an Anxiety Attack
Disclaimer: I do not own you or The Encanto franchise. I do own the writing.
Request: Can I request some Pepa + Fèlix X reader fluff of your choice? I absolutely love your writing and there isn’t enough content of them honestly… Thank you! - Anon
A/N: hope you enjoy anon!
Sitting between Pepa and Fèlix, Pepa’s hands ran through your hair. Your hands were held by Fèlix’s, comforting patterns rubbed by his thumbs.
It’s something those two always have done. Pepa has her fixation on her hair, Fèlix loved your hands.
The Madrigal’s definitely knew you well enough to know when an up-and-coming anxiety attack was coming on. And their comfort couldn’t have come at a better time.
Your day couldn’t have been any more shitty. Your clothes ruined by a donkey kicking dirt. Your art was soiled by that coffee kid, which was an accident, but nonetheless. You spent days on that art piece. Your hair wasn’t cooperating… so many things just tumbled into an anxiety attack.
“Shhh mi rosa. Pepi and I are here.” Fèlix’s calming voice lulled you. “It’s going to be okay. It’s a bad day, just one. You’ve gone through plenty, you can get through one more.” Pepa hummed.
Sniffing, you nodded your head a little. “Yea…”
“Julieta just finished cooking.” Pepa cooed in your ear, arms wrapping around your midsection. “I’m sure we can sneak some and go for a picnic.” Fèlix’s hands rested on your knees.
“Hot chocolate included?” You asked, a smile spreading on your face.
“Of course.” Pepa kissed the left side of your cheek, while Fèlix kissed the right side. A laugh erupted from you, which in turn made your partners laugh as well.
Random Luisa Headcanons
- Hates having her hair up and rather prefers it down in a loose braid, but since she’s a symbol of masculinity, she feels like she needs to have it up
- Favorite color would be hot pink or lime green
- Would know absolutely nothing about cars if encanto was modern
- Abuela used to call her “mi sol” because Luisa shines as bright as the sun
- Can dance VERY well
- Has a sensitive gag reflex??? Pls don’t smell around her. She doesn’t want to be mean.
- Does NOT fuck a ghosts.
- Cries very easily
- Dolores has came into her room many times to comfort her.
- Has really had issues with communicating feelings???
- Is a soft switch.
- Would adore Betty White
- TERRIFIED OF NEEDLES ???
- But would absolutely get tattoos. But cute lil butterflies, handwriting
- If modern, she found Pedro’s handwriting and got it tattooed on her left shoulder, and has Alma’s handwriting on her right shoulder
- Pry it from my cold dead hands, the writing was from Pedro and Alma’s love letters.
- She also has Julieta and Augustìn’s writing on her, but they’re on her ankles
- They are also from love letters
- SLEEPS W STUFFED ANIMALS
Brain than Brawn
Title: Brain than Brawn
Alt Title: Tonight at Seven
Warning: fluff, almost violence
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the encanto franchise. Just the writing.
Pairing: Isabela Madrigal x Reader
Request: Prompt 218: “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”
The sun beat down on Encanto. Children screamed with delight as they swam in the river. You watched on a rock as Isabela grew water lilies to entertain the young ones. She adorned a beautiful purple bathing suit and she was hip deep in the water.
“(Y/N)! You comin’ in?” Luisa asked, a child giggling as she hung onto the Madrigal’s bicep.
“No thank you! I’m good here Luisa!” You responded, waving her off.
“Look at her.” You heard two of the town boys. Their bodies lean against trees. You look over to them and follow their gaze.
Isabela.
Well, that one is to be expected.
There’s a reason her nickname is Senorita Perfecta.
“What I’d do to her given the chance…” one chuckled.
“What makes you assume Isabela’s ever gonna give you a chance?” You scoffed at him.
“Seeing as I’m exactly her type, everything.” He quipped back, flexing one of his biceps.
“How do you know you’re her type?” You felt as if now you were interrogating him.
“I look just like Mariano, body wise. My face’s a little better.” He touched his chin, eliciting a laugh from his friend.
“It’s hard to say. I think Isabela deserves someone with a little more brain than brawn.” You scoffed.
His lip twitched into a frown as he grabbed you by your collar, pulling you off your rock. “Listen here you little-.”
“If I ever see you anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!” You heard Isa’s stern voice, pulling the man into the tree with a vine.
“Yes Isabela! I’m sorry!” He shouted, as she put him down.
You looked over to Isabela and mouthed thank you.
“(Y/N), take a walk with me?” She asked, getting out of the water. “Oh?” You nodded and followed her
———
“Thanks for the help, Isa. I appreciate that and you.” You added in the last part, a little quieter than the rest of the sentence.
“Of course. I enjoy you, I can’t have your cute face destroyed.” She nudged you. “I like you.” She said outright.
“Oh! I thought your type was… big and brawny?” You said, a little embarrassed. “My type is you. I was waiting for you to pick up the hints hon.”
Your face flushed deeply as you stopped walking.
“Tonight at 7?” She asked, you noticed that you were at your front door.
“Yea…!” You nodded, fumbling to open the door. “It’s a date!” You shout, opening the door finally.
She laughed softly. “It’s a date.” She walked off, yellow roses lining the road as she did.
Horror Movies
Title: Horror Movies
Alt Title: Her Past is Her Past
Warnings: swearing, Nate Jacobs LMAO, stalker themes
Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise
Rating: MA-16
Word Count : 1.8k
A/N: OH MY GOSH :c I am so so so sorry it took forever to get this out!! Between work, life, and finding out how to work “single life” I finally got a minute to sit and finish up Part Three for you guys! Thank y’all for being so patient , I love y’all sm!!
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“Do you know which movie you’ll be watching?” Kat asked, as she laid on her left side on your bed. Flynn next to her, fist in mouth as he stared at Kat. “No clue. I left that for Elliot to pick out.” You shrugged. “What if he chooses a horror movie?” Kat asked, sitting up.
“Then he picked a horror movie.” You responded, pulling on a pair of ripped skinny jeans.
“Thank you so much for watching Flynn.” You looked at her. “Of course. It’s the least I could’ve done.” Kat said, looking down at Flynn. His hazel eyes watched her aimlessly.
“Did I tell you Nate called?” You asked, sitting on the bed. Kat looked at you, eyebrows narrowed. “No. You did not. Why?”
“Elliot, doesn’t want me with him, doesn’t want Flynn around him. I called him a fucking leech.” You laughed a little. “Bitch!” Kat laughed, pushing you a little. “You didn’t!”
“I did. Well, he woke me up after I just fell asleep and got Flynn to bed.” You explained why you were irritated. “I can’t believe it.” Kat laughed a little. “Reminds me of when we were all in the hot tub and Maddy put him in his place:” Kat laughed a little, a memory that you weren’t part of.
“How’s Maddy been? I can’t believe Cassie was dating Nate.” You asked as you picked up Flynn to place him on your lap. “She’s… better now? I don’t know. She’s torn up. But she’s more upset with Cassie than Nate.” Kat sighed before looking at you. “You didn’t go to the play?” Kat asked.
You shook your head, shrugging a little. “Nah.” You fixed Flynn‘s hair, who simply tried to push your hand away. “Knocked her face against a wall.” Kat said, checking the time.
“I know you’re trying to use small talk as a way to be late and call off the date.” Kat looked at you. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing… fine.” You smiled at her. She definitely knew you like the back of her hand.
You stood up with Flynn on your hip. “You look cute bitch, now go.” She said, standing next to you. “Hand me the baby.”
You looked at Flynn, his hazel eyes met yours. “Give Aunt KK hell. Love you bub.” You said, kissing his cheek. “Love you Kat.” You said, placing Flynn in her arms before grabbing your purse.
“Don’t get pregnant!” Kat called out after you as you left your apartment.
— — —
Elliot took a long drag off the cigarette as he leaned against the building. He knew cigarettes wouldn’t be the best way to fight his previous vice, but fuck it was good enough.
Exhaling, he watched as your car rounded the corner. His lips moved into a smile as he watched you park. Using the bottom of his shoe, he put out his cigarette. He watched as you walked up to him.
“Hey! I’m sorry for the hold up!” You said. “Nah, milf-y duties require the milf to take care of them.” Elliot nudged you, making you laugh a little. “You and milfs.” You shook your head.
“You’re a mom, hot, I wouldn’t say no, tell me how you’re not a milf again?” Elliot teased. “Do you refer to me as a milf when talking to me about your friends?” You asked.
“Nah, mostly your name, I’ve brought up that you are a milf though.” He held out his hand, which you took. “What do you say about me to yours?” He asked, leading you into the house.
“Your name.”
Nate’s potential next victim.
“So you gave me free reign to pick the movie, right?” Elliot asked, looking at the movie posters. “I did.” You nodded. “How about this one?” He asked, pointing at a poster that had a woman holding a knife behind her back.
“So, a horror movie?” You asked. “Yea!” He smiled.
‘Kat called it.’ You thought as you looked at him. “Alright. Let’s watch it.” You said, giving into his cute smile. “Baller.” He answered, leading you into the theatre.
The movie had a slow start, an explanation to why the girl was in the woods. You leaned forward in the seat, your arms crossed on your legs. You intently watched the movie, paying close attention to when a jump scare.
But, like always, it failed and you ended up jumping in your seat.
“Fuck!” Elliot shouted, his hands covering his face. He cleared his throat before putting his arm behind your seat. “Jesus Christ… scared the shit out of me.” He quickly attempted to act like he didn’t just scream in a public movie theatre.
Your eyes widened as you looked at him. You snorted a little before covering your mouth. “Sorry. It’s not funny.” You cleared your throat. “Nah…” Elliot sighed. “It is a little funny.” He admitted.
And it was like that the whole movie. Every jump scare, every loud noise. Every time.
Elliot cleared his throat after every time as well, and put his arm back around your shoulders.
“Remind me why you chose a scary movie?” You whispered into Elliot’s ear after the seventh shout.
“My buddy said it’d be a good chance to hold you.” He whispered back.
“Did you forget that you’re an easy scarer?”
“A little bit, yea.”
———
His fingers intertwined with yours as you exited the theatre. “Did… did you at least have a good time?” He asked, a twinge of embarrassment on his voice. “I did. It certainly has been one of the better dates I’ve been on.” You smiled.
“Good, uh. I’m glad.” Elliot smiled. “So… Can I hope for a second date?” He asked, opening your driver’s door for you.
“You want a second date?” You asked, leaning against the car. “Yea, o-only if you’d one, obviously.” He looked at you, biting his lip a little.
You smiled at his nervousness, sensing it was genuine. “Yea. I would like a second date.” You let go of his hand. “Let’s make a plan tonight.” You said, your hand moving to his cheek.
“Yea. Yea, of course!” He grinned. “Cool that went exactly as I thought it would.” He let go of the car door.
“Good night Elliot.” You smiled at him. “Good night, (Nick Name).” He responded, pulling away from your touch. Turning on his heel, he walked over to his bike that leaned against a bush.
You smiled to yourself, getting into your car.
The ride home was silent. Your mind replaying the last two hours, how your heart raced when you two touched. It was a short drive, nothing over 10 minutes no matter the traffic, but your brain was always fast.
“Why didn’t he kiss me?” You asked yourself, parking in your regular space.
Grabbing your purse you got out of your car. Closing the door behind you, you locked it with your key. “Did I do something to give off unkissable?” You muttered, walking to your apartment, 17T.
It was fortunately on the first story, your anxiety of stairs and car seats ruined you ever getting a second and beyond story apartment.
“I’m home!” You whispered yelled into the quiet apartment, other than the quiet chattering of the TV in your room. Closing the door behind you, you locked it.
“In here!” A whisper yell returned yours, as you walked into the back room. Entering the room, Kat sat cross legged on the bed as she watched the TV.
She cleaned your room, which was an action you two have done since childhood. “Flynn’s in his bed?” You asked, taking off the clothes you wore for the date.
“Mhm.” Kat nodded. “Thank you for watching him.”
“How was the date?” She asked, watching you change into an oversized sweater and sweatpants.
“It was good.” You said, grabbing a makeup wipe. “That’s all?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“It was just the first date Kat.” You laughed a little, wiping the makeup off. “There’s not much to say. We watched a movie, yes. A horror movie.”
“Did you get scared?” She asked.
“Not as bad as he did.” You laughed a little. “It was cute. It was like spooking Flynn when you sneeze out of nowhere.” You explained, recalling how Flynn flails his body when you sneeze.
“Did he kiss you?”
You paused, wiping the remnants of your makeup off. “No, actually. We just said good night, and he rode off on his bike, and I came home.” You explained, and threw the wipe away.
“Really? That’s all?” She asked, appalled at the idea of not kissing on the first date. “That’s all Kat.” You laughed, sitting next to her on the bed.
“You spending the night?” You asked, arms going behind your head as you fell backwards into your bed.
“You already know the answer to that question.” Kat scoffed, rolling her eyes laying on the bed next to you.
The two of you shifted onto your sides. Your eyes met hers as you crossed your arms.
She matched your stance and smiled at you. “I’m glad I still got you, bitch.” She smiled at you.
“And I’m glad I still got you… bitch.” You laughed a little, before covering your mouth. “You think I’m doing the right thing? Dating someone other than Nate?”
“C’mon (Name). You know the answer to that one. Plenty of families flourish from single teen moms.” Kat patted your shoulder a little. “And Flynn’s gonna be nothin’ like Cal or Nate.”
“God I hope so…”
———
Nate’s arms crossed over his chest. His eyes trailing the boy who rode down the road. The low rumbling of his truck only added onto his current shaking. Of all people… of all fucking people, Elliot? The one you threw family away for.
Nate took a deep breath before throwing his truck into drive and followed behind Elliot. “Elliot!” He called out, before driving alongside him. “Hello?” Elliot said, confused at why of all people Nate Jacobs was talking to him.
“You’re the one dating (Name)?” Nate asked, the ‘friendliness’ act was laid on thick. “I wouldn’t really say dating. We’re seeing each other. Why?” Elliot asked, irritated with Nate in his business.
“She’s the mother of my child.”
“Oh.” Elliot simply said, before shrugging. “Cool,” he responded before turning into his yard. “Your baby mama is cool. I don’t know what you did to her, but that’s not my business. Her past is her past. Obviously there was a reason she didn’t bring you up.” Elliot got off his bike. “Listen man, I got an exam early in the morning. I don’t want to deal with you all night.” Elliot leaned the bike against his house as he walked into the house.
Nate gripped his steering wheel as he sped home, with one thing on his mind; how to ruin your relationship.
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
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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 AngelSeries
Tag List : @local-bxbby,@twdbaddie1090@ellyskey , @minaxcarter , @leslienjazzy
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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.
Rose Gold Jewelry
Title: Rose Gold Jewelry
Alt Title: Drugs and Babies in the Same Sentence
Warnings: swearing, past addiction, single teen mom, ALLUDES to a certain ykw as baby daddy, sexual innuendo.
Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise. I own the writing.
Pairing : Rue x Single Mom ! reader
A/N: I might make this a type of series? Different euphoria characters w single moms. Idk, lmk how yalld feel about that one.
Rue’s arms crossed over each other as her eyes drifted through the crowd. “Whatcha you lookin’ for Rue?” Fezco asked, blunt between his fingers as his eyes were on his ‘sister’. Taking a long drag, he passed the drug to Rue.
“(Name), she’s friends with Kat.” Rue responded, taking a drag. Fezco narrowed his eyebrows as he exhaled. “Why?” He asked, taking the blunt as Rue handed it off.
“She’s pretty. I like how she likes to wear rose gold jewelry to parties.” Rue shrugged, exhaling the smoke.
“Solid.” He nodded. “You ever talk to her?” He followed up, taking a hit of the slow burning grape rillo. “Shit no.” Rue scoffed.
“Well, prepare she’s coming over.” Fezco looked at Rue, putting out the blunt as he exhaled. Rue’s eyes darted before taking a deep breath. “Yea.” She sniffed, wiping her nose.
“Hi Fez.” (Name) said, smiling at her friend. “Hey.” He nodded, half smiling. “Are you being trouble?” She asked Fez, crossing her arms.
“Shit girl, you know well enough.” He rolled his eyes.
“Hold on, you two know each other?” Rue asked, looking at them. “Yea, neighbors before he moved with his grandma. Who might I add, is a fuckin’ G.” (Name) laughed a little.
“Y’all stayed friends since?” Rue asked, pulling her sleeves down her arms. “Yea. Best friends. Saved my life more than once. Not too long ago he saved me and my girl from homelessness.” (Name) said, putting her hands in her pockets.
“Y-your girl?” Rue asked, eyebrows furrowing. “Yea, Lorelei Noelle. My baby.” (Name) said. “Oh. Who’s the dad?” Rue asked before her own eyes widening at her impromptu-ness.
“Aha, I’d love to say, but unfortunately, he promised to ruin my life if I ever said anything.” (Name) half-joked, winking at the end of the sentence, hoping Rue picked up on her social cue.
Rue made a small face, nodding. A small indication that she understood and wouldn’t press further.
“You, uh, wanna dance?” Rue asked, pointing over her shoulder. “Yea.” (Name) smiled, grabbing Rue’s hand to help the intoxicated female up.
The two walked back inside. “You’re cute.” (Name) said in Rue’s ears, her hands on Rue’s shoulders as she swayed along to the music. “Cute?” Rue asked. “Nah, but ‘preciate it.” Rue laughed a little.
“Why though?” Rue’s face turned up as she questioned the female. “Because you’re not subtle when you stare at folks.” (Name) teased, grabbing Rue’s hands and placing her hands on (Name) lower back.
“You noticed, huh?” Rue sighed, internally swearing. “Who said I didn’t want you to notice and was just waitin’ for you to say somethin’?” Rue asked, narrowing her eyes. Not a total lie, but then again, not a total truth.
“Well, I hope you feel as if I granted a wish by comin’ over to tease my ex-neighbor.” (Name) winked. “Shit, definitely.” Rue nodded.
“S-so what’s it like? Bein’ a mom and shit.” Rue asked, trying to make conversation.
“Best decision I made. My tiny best friend. She’s just like me, and thankfully, looks nothing like her daddy.” (Name) laughed.
“Bet it’s easy to stay clean for a baby.” Rue said, holding the girl closer to her body. “Whole reason I got clean was for Lori, the easiest decision I ever made.” (Name) said.
“Awesome.” Rue nodded, acknowledging the past.
“So, how long were you planning on staring at me?” (Name) asked, tucking a stray piece of Rue’s hair behind her ear. “Forever, probably.” Rue answered, laughing a little.
“You wanna get out of here?” Rue asked. “Oh yea.” (Name) laughed, pulling back from Rue to lead the brunette to the door.
****
(Name) laughed sitting next to Rue the couch. “No! You didn’t!” She covered her mouth. “I did. Definitely the worst moment I’ve done. What about you?” Rue asked, crossing her arms as she leaned back into the couch. “Punched my baby’s grandmother in the chin at the end of a detox. It was the day before I officially found out about Lorelei.” (Name) said. “Why do you say ‘officially’?”
“Well, I had suspicions initially. Baby Daddy started acting like I didn’t exist, I went to his house.” (Name) started, leaning back against the couch. “His mom answered the door, which I half expected. Said some choice words, so I said choice words. She called me a slut and a distraction, I punched her in the chin.” (Name) shrugged. “I regret it now, but it was one of those things I wanted to do sober.”
Rue laughed a little. “Yea. That’s pretty bad.”
“Yea. But I have my mini-me, so it’s not not all bad. You grow, you become an adult. You grow up with your kid, it’s pretty cool. She’ll be 1 next month.” (Name) looked at Rue. “This is pretty refreshing though.”
“How so?” Rue asked, looking over at (Name). “Not being judged. Normally other girl’s I’ve been with hear about drugs and babies in the same sentence it sets off a wall thing. At least, has in the past.”
‘Fuck yes, girl’s. Which means multiple.’ Rue’s brain practically screamed. “No reason for me to judge you. I’ll be clean for a year in a month.” Rue smiled a little. “That’s something to be proud of.” (Name) smiled. “Remind me to help you celebrate your one year.”
“Can we celebrate 11 months?” Rue questioned, fingers moving up (Name)‘s knee to her inner thigh.
(Name) bit her lip as she moved her leg for Rue to obtain better access.
“I’d like to.” (Name) answered.
“Awesome.”
