#and so when maddie turned 18 she got OUTTA there

[knocking-on-peoples-non-doors]

september, meeting the family

from the @yearoftheotpevent prompt list

[itgetsdark-x]

dbf!joel with a reader that has an attitude like maddy perez though… i mean he shouldn’t be turned on by that but GOD she acts and talks like she owns the shit, prance around in mini dresses and skirts, and perhaps she always does this thing with her mouth that just makes him want to bend her over and fuck the bratty attitude outta her

A/N: when I tell you this had me swooning, sheesh. The thought of Joel just getting so angry until he snaps and fucks you so roughly?! Damn. I got a lil carried away; I hope it’s okay for you, anon! 💜

Summary: You’re a good-looking woman and you know it, you know you could have any man you wants and you never wanted to work hard for it. Joel Miller was different.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! Unprotected p in v (be better than them!), degrading, slight praise kink, oral (m receiving), age gap, some slapping and rough sex. It’s kinda just filth lol.

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x bratty!reader (f)

Word Count: 4.9k (yes, I got carried away)

You knew you were attractive, it wasn’t cocky or ignorant but you knew it; ever since you started showing an interest in boys when you were a teen it was easy to get guys’ and never once had you struggled to have a boyfriend. 

You were in your mid-twenties now and that attitude had followed you; what you wanted, you got. Simple. Only now, it wasn’t that simple because you couldn’t get the one thing you wanted, or rather, who you wanted. 

Joel Miller was a family friend, you hadn’t overly paid much attention to him when you were younger, partly because you knew he wouldn’t be interested in a kid but also because you were distracted by boys your own age, you had constantly been parading a stream of jock’s and idiots around your dad, and therefore Joel. Your father and him worked together and played together, they spent most evenings in front of the TV watching sports and drinking beers. 

It was only now, it felt like an issue. Joel was a permanent fixture around your house and god, it fucked you off that you couldn’t seem to get him. 

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It was a Friday evening, like normal, your father and Joel were in the kitchen talking about work and sports, drinking their beers. 

“Hi daddy.” You grinned innocently, kissing your dad’s cheek as you entered the kitchen. 

“Hey princess.” Your dad smiled back before giving you a small hug. 

Joel’s eyes tracked you when you entered the space, his eyes raked over you as you got on your tiptoes to hug your dad back and he couldn’t help the way he drank in your shapely legs; your mini skirt leaving very little the the imagination. 

“Hi Mr Miller.” You purred, batting your eyelashes at him blatantly. 

“Hi.” Joel replied gruffly. 

“What?” You asked, popping your hip to the side with attitude. “No hug for me?” You pouted, your glossy lips looking so kissable… so fuckable. 

Joel mentally cursed himself at the thought. You drove him insane with your short dresses and tight outfits and your constant pouting; he wanted to wrap his hand into your hair and bury his cock so deeply into your mouth and throat you would have tears staining your cheeks. 

“Joel.” You huffed, snapping your delicate fingers in his face. “I said. Do I not get a hug?” You rolled your eyes, Joel’s blood boiled at your attitude but he smiled through gritted teeth at you. 

“Oh of course, always a hug for my best girl.” He said, forcing himself to be charming. 

You giggled and bounded over to his, your breasts wobbling in the tight material of your white crop top. You wrapped your arms around him, around his neck and you brought your body tightly to his. He was so rough, so rugged and big and it made your core throb as you thought how it would feel to be fucked by him. 

Your dad was so oblivious to the way you acted around his friend, he was wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he rarely paid any attention to the way you reacted or dressed. He only cared if you were happy and cared for, whether that be with food, money or clothes. In his eyes, you could do no wrong and you were his world. 

“Daddy, I’m hungry.” You huffed, leaning over the kitchen counter to face him, Joel stood to your side. 

He was grateful you were no longer hugging him, he could feel every curve of your body and he was sure if you held on any longer you would have felt the hard curve of his cock in his jeans. His hand gently gripped the edge of the counter when he glanced down at you, he saw the material of your g-string thong showing so blatantly above the waistband of your skirt. If he was stood behind you, he would have seen the full view of your plump ass showing for anyone to take. 

“Funnily enough, Joel and I were discussing ordering a pizza in. Does that work for you, baby?” Your dad asked, turning to grab two more beers out of the fridge. 

“Ugh. No. Gross.” You whined, folding your arms over your chest in protest. “I want Thai food!”

Joel’s jaw clenched as you spoke, your demeanour and attitude begged to be attended to, begged to be sorted out and he knew how he could sort it. He would fuck you so hard and fast until you were drunk on his cock and so compliant for him. 

“I’m happy with whatever, Thai work okay for you, Miller?” Your dad said. 

“Uh,” Joel started and you turned to look at him, pouting once again with your bottom lip jutted out. There it was again, that face, it drove him insane every-time you did it. “Fine. Works fine!”

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You finished up your food, you had all moved into the living room and you were sat crossed legged on the sofa, Joel was across from you and you could feel his eyes boring into you as you ate. You slurped up your noddles, being sure to exaggerate your lips even more as Joel watched you. 

“I’m going out in a bit, by the way. Can I have some money?” You asked sweetly to your dad. 

“Where are you going?” Asked your father casually, finishing up his own food. 

“Oh just out with the girls, Kara broke up with her boyfriend so we are gonna go out, get a little wild and see if we can find her a rebound.” You giggled. “Who knows; might find me another boy since things didn’t work out with Jacob.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me details sweetheart, I don’t need to know what you plan on getting up to. Just as long as you’re safe and take protection with you.” Your dad laughed softly. “How much money do you want?”

“$150?” You asked. 

“Princess, I gave you $80 yesterday for some new clothes. How about $100?”

You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’re the worst but fine. Whatever. I’m going to get ready.” You huffed and stomped out of the room. 

Joel’s hands were clenched on the arm of the chair, you were such a brat and your father never seemed to care, never seemed to discipline you. He hated to admit it but your attitude just made you more attractive and it made his cock ache in his pants. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to you when you were a teen, he had no reason to as you were his friend’s kid but when you came back after dropping out of college and living off your dad, he noticed you more. You were still you; confident, bratty and sometimes rude but now you were a woman, you had curves and your attitude only drove him madder for you. Not that he wanted to cross that line, he wanted to remain stronger than that. 

The thought of you going out, with your friends no doubt dressed in something skimpy and revealing made Joel want to march up into your room, push your face into your mattress roughly and fuck the attitude right out of you. And the thought of you going home with some boy? Well that almost blinded him with pure rage. 

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Your night out was uneventful; your friends and you had plenty of drinks and you had a good time but you didn’t find anyone to go home with, didn’t find anyone to take the edge off with. 

You yawned and stretched, rubbing your eyes gently to remove the final remnants of sleep from them. You checked your phone for a while, scrolling through the instagram posts your friends had put up from the night before and you smiled at them. Soon, your stomach rumbled and you decided it was finally time to venture out of your bed for food. 

You pulled on a pair of hot pant shorts, the material gripped your figure and barely covered the fullness of your ass and you paired it with a cami top, it was skin-tight and cropped just above your belly button. You walked down the stairs and wandered into your kitchen, you were greeted by Joel stood leant up against your kitchen counter, sipping coffee. 

He was wearing a tight t-shirt, the fabric hugged his arms perfectly and fitted slimly over his dad bod, he paired it with his usual pair of jeans. 

“Hi Mr Miller, what’re you doing here?” You said, your voice smooth. 

“Oh. Hi.” He mumbled, barely looking at you as you spoke. “Your dad,”

“Daddy.” You corrected with a raised brow. 

“Fine. Whatever. Your daddy and I had plans to go out to the lake today but he had to pop off to the work site we have been on all week, some sort of emergency that they needed the boss for.” He shrugged and his nonchalance drove you mad. “He said I should just hang out here until he got back, he said it shouldn’t take anymore than an hour or two but the site’s the other side of town so who knows.”

“Oh well. I’m hungry. You gonna make me breakfast or buy me something?” You asked, sauntering round so Joel was forced to look at you. 

It had been months of this now, constant teasing on your behalf, wearing next to nothing anytime the male was nearby, lingering touches to his hand or arm, you constantly eye-fucking him whenever he caught your gaze. You loved it, you knew it drove Joel mad and just as much as you wanted the male to make a move, part of the fun was teasing him so badly. 

Joel had spent more nights than he cared to admit, fisting his cock until he came apart in his hand to thoughts of you on your knees or you bent over so he could fuck every ounce of attitude out of you. 

“Joel.” You pouted, huffing loudly when he wasn’t paying any attention to you. You clapped in his face, abruptly pulling him from his filthy thoughts once again. 

He looked at you, there was that face again. His hands clenched into tight fists at his side and he rolled his eyes at you. 

“You want to learn some manners, young lady.” Joel said gruffly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, your eyebrow cocked up in question as your hand rested on your hip. “And who’s gonna teach me some manners? You?” You laughed. “Now. Breakfast. Hurry up and order something, yeah? I’m hungry. I’m gonna go shower whilst we wait.” You spoke softly but the rudely, your bratty tone oozed from each word. 

You turned on your heels to walk away after rolling your eyes at the older male once again. Before you were even able to reach the doorway of the kitchen you felt rough hands into your hair and you yelped loudly as you were tugged backwards. 

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, your loud voice boomed into the empty kitchen. 

Before you could push Joel off, he had you pinned up against the wall, one hand was still entangled in your locks and his other hand was holding your hip against the cool wood of your kitchen cabinets. 

“Get the fuck off of me.” You spat, trying to push Joel off of you. “Wait until daddy hears about this, you asshole. You’re hurting me!”

Joel barked out a laugh, it was sadistic and there was a sick smirk plastered over his features. 

“Now now, don’t act like this isn’t making your needy little cunt throb.” Joel whispered. “Think it’s about time to teach you some proper manners, since you can’t seem to find any.”

“I —“ you started but Joel pressed his lips roughly to yours, his fingers tightened their grip in your hair and manoeuvred your head to exactly the right angle he wanted. 

Your mouth opened willingly as Joel’s lips moved against yours, his tongue delved into your mouth and hungrily attacked every inch he could reach within your mouth. He could taste vanilla from your chapstick, he could smell your perfume wafting through his senses and it made his cock stiffen impossibly in his pants. 

“You’re going to get to your knees and you’re going to be a good little girl and suck my cock. Understood? Otherwise I’m sure your daddy would love to hear how you tried to seduce his best friend, wouldn’t want that to happen now, would you?” Joel smirked, tugging your hair roughly until you were sinking to your knees obediently. 

You looked up at him, through your lashes; you were the perfect sight, your plush lips were pouting again and Joel couldn’t wait until his cock was punishing your throat. Your head was swimming, you could still feel Joel’s fingers in your hair and you couldn’t deny the way your core throbbed with excitement. 

Joel’s free hand toyed with the buckle of his belt to undo the leather before he freed his member from his jeans and boxers, you gulped roughly as you stared at Joel’s cock in front of your face;  he was large, bigger than any other guy before him and he was impossibly thick. You knew taking him in was going to be a struggle but there was no denying that you couldn’t wait to try. 

You leant forward and let your tongue kitten lick at the tip of his cock, a familiar salty tang hit your tastebuds and it made your mouth water; you wanted more. You opened your mouth, your tongue out flat and you pushed your head forward until you were enveloping his member into the hot, wet embrace of your mouth. 

Joel peered down at you, he could see down the front of your cami as you leant forward, your hands laid obediently in your lap; he could see the soft peaks of your breasts and noticed the way your nipples had hardened under his gaze. Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to sink your mouth down fully onto Joel’s cock but before you could reach the base, he hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag. 

Joel laughed sadistically again, his fingers pressed into your skull as your locks entangled further around his fingers and as soon as he felt the resistance, he pushed your head down harder until his cock nudged into your throat deeper. You breathed through your nose, and your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to gag again. 

“So pathetic,” Joel barked, pulling his hips back to snap forward again until you gagged once more. “Can’t even take my cock properly. Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

You fluttered your eyes open to look up at Joel, your mouth stretched around his cock as he fucked into your mouth roughly.

“Can’t back-chat now, can you, little girl?” Joel smirked, his spare hand coming up to caress your cheek softly. 

You couldn’t help but lean into the tender touch, your head lulled to the side ever-so and Joel smirked as he removed his hand just to bring it down with a harsh slap. You whimpered around his length and Joel slapped you again, your cheek stung but you focused on the feeling of Joel filling your mouth. 

He roughly held your cheek and used your head as leverage to roughly fuck into your mouth. Spit spilled from your swollen lips, it dribbled down your chin and you could tell that you were a mess. Tears pricked your eyes as you continuously gagged as his cock bruised your throat. You couldn’t wait until you could still feel him later, to be reminded of this moment. 

Joel groaned roughly as he watched you, for once you weren’t able to pout, you weren’t able to back chat him or give him attitude. You were being just what he wanted; willing to give and so obedient. 

“Good girl, taking me better now, aren’t you?” Joel cooed. “What would you do if your daddy came in and saw you like this? Crying around my cock, spit running down your chin. Dirty girl.”

You whimpered pathetically, your chest was heaving with each word and you couldn’t help but feel the panic rise in you, you were in plain sight of the front door. If your father came in now, you would be a dead woman walking. Joel abruptly pulled his length from your mouth, it made an obscene popping noise and your mouth fell agape softly, you felt so empty as soon as Joel left you. 

You absently wiped at your chin with the back of your hand and Joel pulled your hair until you were on your feet once again. Laboured breaths left your swollen lips and you stared blankly at Joel, all attitude seemingly had been fucked out of your mouth and your brain was filled with thoughts of Joel and nothing else. 

“Upstairs. Undress now. Get upstairs and lay on your bed face down, with your needy cunt ready for me.” Joel grunted, releasing your hair from his grip. 

Your fingers massaged at your scalp softly where Joel’s grip had been, your skin aches deliciously. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, now be a good girl and go.” He spoke gruffly, his fingers dug into the small of your back and nudged your forward. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, you hadn’t seen Joel like this before and part of you wanted to laugh at this tough bravado he was putting on. 

Joel noticed it, of course he did and he quickly slammed your body into the wall; it knocked the air out of your lungs and you gasped in shock. 

“W-what?!” You stammered out. “I was just doing as you told, I was about to go upstairs. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked innocently, a small smirk spreading over your lips. You couldn’t help yourself. 

“Guess I haven’t fucked the attitude out of you enough yet.” 

You shrugged under the weight of Joel’s arm holding you against the wall, a shit-eating smirk only growing as you saw the frustration bubble in his features. 

“Guess not. Gonna have to try harder than that, old man.” You grinned. 

Joel’s hand clenched at his side, you could see his skin turning white with the effort of it and it only made you grin further. You let out a small laugh. 

The older male’s face was straight, his features were cold like a stone statue but you could feel and see his anger in his eyes. He took his arm that was pinning you down and instead wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers squeezed you pulse points gently and you moaned. 

“Knew you would like that. See, I was going to give you the pleasure of a soft bed but now I’m thinking I should bend you right over the kitchen table.” Joel said with a raised brow and you nodded weakly. 

He took his free hand and dipped it into the waistband of your pants; without warning his fingers slipped between your slick folds. He looked into your eyes, his gaze locked on yours as his fingers toyed with your swollen clit. He cocked a brow in question as your slick juices coated his fingers. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, little girl. You like being treated like a dumb little slut, huh?” 

You nodded dumbly, your voice didn’t seem to function correctly and it’s all you could muster up. Joel’s fingers gripped tighter at your throat, the sensation made your head dizzy and all you could do was whimper weakly at the male. 

“Answer me.” Joel growled, his hand releasing your throat to slap at your cheek once again. 

“Y-yes, yes I do!” You spluttered out. 

“Right answer.” Joel hissed as his fingers circled around your clit. 

As much as he loved teasing you, he couldn’t wait any longer and he needed to hear how you sounded as you came around his fingers. You moaned, his fingers sped up and he roughly plunged two fingers into your greedy heat. Your eyes fell shut as Joel pumped his digits quickly, with the angle of his wrist, the heel of his palm nudged against your sensitive clit with each thrust of his fingers. You gripped weakly at his arms as he fucked into your hole with his fingers, his other hand squeezed your neck again and he smirked when you moaned louder. 

“Come on, little girl, you can do better than that. Tell me how good my fingers feel? Huh? You wanna be a brat? Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

“Joel,” you gasped, your fingers scratching at his skin in vein. “Feels s-so good. Can’t take it much more. You feel so good, I just need your cock filling up my hole. Please. Fuck.” You rambled, you weren’t even sure if your sentences were coherent. 

“Patience. I want you to cum on my fingers. Now be a good little slut and do it for me. Hm? You wanna be all big and bratty, now cum on my fingers.” He growled lowly, his lips ghosted over your own and you pouted when he retreated as you tried to kiss him. “Stop pouting.”

Joel’s voice was gruff, it sent shivers down your spine and he pulled his fingers out to slap at the sensitive skin of your vagina. You whined and just as quickly as he pulled them out, he pressed his fingers back into you and deeper this time, they nudged at your g-spot which caused your legs to buckle underneath you. Joel laughed, he shook his head and held your hip roughly, pinning you back in place. 

His fingers sped up, with each thrust the tip of his fingers rubbed over your g-spot and his palm rubbed over your clit; you were seeing stars and you knew your orgasm was about to crash over you. You clenched around Joel’s fingers and he knew the telltale signs, he kept his movements consistent and your fingers gripped roughly at Joel’s arms, searching for leverage to keep yourself upright. 

“C’mon darlin’, is this all you’ve got? C’mon cum for me, be a good girl.” Joel whispered. “That’s it. Atta girl. Such a good girl.” Joel praised when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers. 

You came apart almost instantly when Joel spoke to you, your legs were shaking as they fought to keep you standing as Joel’s fingers fucked you through your orgasm. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you slowly came down from your intense orgasm. 

Joel kissed your temple, it was a tender moment in the midst of his dominant act and it made your heart flutter rapidly. 

“Bend over the kitchen table. I need to bury my cock into your pretty little cunt before your daddy gets home. Need you thinking about my cock for days after.”

Joel removed his fingers from your pants and before you could move, he pressed his slicked fingers to your mouth. 

“Open.” He stated and with that, you opened your mouth and sucked in his digits.

He groaned as your tongue swirled around his thick fingers and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him. It was by far one of the filthiest things you had done, if anyone else tried it you would have slapped them and walked out but it was Joel, he was so perfect and you couldn’t say no. 

“Table.” Joel said, shrugging towards the kitchen table. 

You nodded, walking shakily over to the table. You shimmed your hot pants over your ass and bent over for Joel to take you as he pleased. He hadn’t bothered to pack away his hard, leaking cock and as he walked over to you, he stroked himself a few times just to stave off the throbbing. You watched on in awe, your head resting in your arms as Joel’s hand worked his cock. 

“Please.” You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together in need. 

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock and I’ll fill you up so good, I promise.” Joel groaned, standing behind you now. He kicked apart your feet and slapped his heavy cock against your wet pussy. 

“Please Joel, I need it so bad. I want it so bad. Please. I don’t beg, usually. I’m a mess here, never wanted anything so bad. I need you.” You all but sobbed, your watery eyes peering behind you, searching for the older male.  

Joel let out a breathy chuckle, he pressed his hot cock-head to your hole and without a second thought, he thrust forward roughly. It felt like he was splitting you open and you relished in the stinging sensation of your walls stretching around him. He captured one of your hips in his large palm and he pulled out of you before thrusting back into you with fervour. His other hand weaved its way into your soft locks again, pressing your head roughly into the table. Part of you registered a dull pain but all you could focus on was the feeling of Joel’s cock filling you up. 

You moaned pathetically under him, your hands pawed at the smooth wood of your kitchen table and you whimpered as you searched for something to grip. 

“Such a good little cocksleeve for me, hm?” Joel groaned. 

You nodded weakly under Joel’s hand, as the table bit into the skin of your hips; you knew there were going to be bruises later but for now, Joel’s cock worked into you continuously and it made you dizzy. 

“I said,” Joel grunted, his hips slapping against your ass. “You’re such a good cocksleeve. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” Joel asked. 

“Y-yes. It’s all I’m good for!” You w confirmed shakily. 

“Good girl, good little slut for me; your dad’s best friend, a man who is almost double your age. What a naughty little brat. Hopefully this’ll teach you some goddamned manners going forward.” Joel spoke, it felt as if with each word, he thrusted into you twice as hard. 

You were a mess under Joel, a mess of moans and begs tumbling from your lips carelessly; his cock was making you dumber with each thrust. You couldn’t even muster a coherent sentence even if you tried, let alone a bratty response. You had finally got the person you wanted the most and it was even better than you could have imagined. 

“Gonna, gonna,” you whimpered as Joel’s cock nudged deep into your walls. 

“Mhm, course you are. Pathetic. Little. Slut.” Joel cursed, his hips landing bruising contact against your ass. 

It was such a stark contrast to how Joel carried himself in his day-to-day life, he was usually pleasant and so charming. Not dominant and with a filthy mouth at all. It drove you insane though, his words mixed with his abusing pace of his cock, it had you tumbling into your orgasm abruptly. 

Your cheeks were stained with tears, you were completely at Joel’s will and you were willing to do anything the male asked for. Never before had you cum from just a guy fucking you, and never this intensely. Your stomach felt tight as your walls gripped and milked Joel; his hips stuttered as you came, your grip on his cock was enough for him to spill his hot seed into your greedy hole. Joel’s large hands pawed at your ass, his gripped the flesh roughly as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body shuddered and he slipped out of you when he finished. 

You made a small noise as your body stayed in place bent over the table, you could feel Joel’s hot cum dripping down your inner thigh and it made you moan softly. 

“You still wanna act like a brat?” Joel asked, his soft hand stroking at your lower back. 

You shook your head no with a lazy, complacent smile on your lips. 

“Good girl, don’t you forget who’s in charge here. Act like a brat again and I’ll have to punish you again.” Joel whispered as he leant down to kiss your cheek softly. “Now go clean up, you’re a mess and your daddy will be home soon. I’ll order something for breakfast, too.” He smirked, packing himself away into his jeans again. 

You let out a breathy laugh as you pushed your body off the table, you winced as your back adjusted to being stood again and you grabbed your hot pants off the floor before leaving to go shower. 

“I want pancakes!” You demanded from the stairs. 

“‘I wants’ don’t get, darlin’. Try again.” Joel retorted. 

“Fine. Please can I get some pancakes?” You huffed softly, rolling your eyes again; you were just grateful that the male couldn’t see you this. 

“Looks like my cock worked, then. Good job.” He cooed. 

Your legs shook as they carried you upstairs, you finally got who you wanted and you knew it would only be a matter of time until you had him again. 

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[jmblyajones]

Euphoria: The Trials and Tribulations of Trying to Pee While Depressed (1X7)

1. Cassie/Lexie’s dad can GET IT

2. Lexie was reaaaally going through it during puberty 😂 still love her ♥️

3. Of course we gotta have the pervy ass uncles that definitely need to share a cell with the Jacobs

4. I had a feeling the car crash scene was the dad but I thought he would’ve died. I think it is very interesting and very to theme that majority of these characters have some sort of addiction

5. I think it’s very telling with Cassie/Lexie’s dad with how he was the handsome guy everyone liked then turned drug addict

6. Extreme close up of Cassie’s eye crying was an amazing shot

7. I CANT BELIEVE RUE IS WATCHING LOVE ISLAND!!! I literally have tabs open ready to watch it after Euphoria 😂😂

8. Okay so I’m waiting for Lexie to get her shine... like they need to show her off in s2 like sis did not come to play games!!

9. I’m feeling this whole detective Rue/Lexie duo out here solving shit and putting pieces together lol (BROO RUE PUT THAT TYLER SHIT TOGETHER WITH THE QUICKNESS, that shit went way OVER my head 🤣🤣)

10. Soo Jules likes Nate... I know Nate likes Jules like deep down. (Which in the conversation about femininity makes sense. Nate is oozing (toxic) masculinity so I can see why being with him might seem like she’s more feminine bc of the girls he usually goes for

11. BRO I totally didn’t piece together that THAT Daniel was Daniel Daniel! Kat’s boo from 6 grade 🥴 (I know that asshole lying when he said he didn’t remember them together 😒

12. So Kat’s a cunt because she’s not at Maddy’s beck and call every time Maddy and Nate break up? Girl bye tf

13. Okay honest opinion, do y’all like the tangents Rue goes on about random shit? Like bladders and peeing?

14. Rue’s mama got a type 😎

15. Rue and Gia need to have a serious talk

16. Fez is such a good listener 😂 “Trust me Rue, she not gonna gossip”

- I wonder how old Fez is compared to Rue only because he’s referring to her as “kid”

- Okay I was wondering when the camera was gonna focus on grandma for a visual but I was NOT expecting tig ole bitties front and center

18. Y’all got me FUCKED UP with those damn talking pill bottles

19. “Children are fucking scary” lmao they aren’t Chuckie Dolls dude. Okay I saw some people coming at McKay for his reaction. Uhhh I think he can’t force Cassie to do anything but I don’t think it was wrong for McKay to express that he wasn’t ready to be a dad. I think it is wrong that the guy’s opinion has to be immediately shut down if it isn’t 1000% in favor of what the girl wants. Being a father will affect him too if Cassie decides to keep it

20. Kat talking to a fucking black screen huffing and puffing in some type of audio modifier was SKETCHY AS HELL! That whole screen creeped me the fuck OUT! I know a lot of people think it’s Nate but nah fam I don’t think so, HOWEVER I do believe that it is someone she knows. So many things wrong with this. 1st off the screen is pitch black so you don’t know what the other person looks like or if they are filming you. 2nd their voice is modified which should also tell you that it could be someone you know 3rd. Y’all notice how she was taking orders from him? He was telling HER to take HER clothes off

(PS. Did y’all catch what he said at the end that scared the hell outta Kat to shut her computer?)

21. Jules’s imagination is dominating Nate hmmm. There is just too much toxic shit involved like yikes. I do think aside from cat fishing Jules, Nate was being real and true about his feelings and the things that he said to her. Now I definitely think Nate deserves JAIL but that’s just what I notice

22. I love Fez riding for his friend! I just think Fez shot himself in the foot because he didn’t know the entirety of the crazy fucked up shit Nate was doing and just put himself in the lions den threatening Nate. You knooow I think Fez and Ashtray could’ve hid the drugs under his grandma? Or something idk. All those damn pills there is no way they flush it all down. You know maybe Fez could go to jail because of a gun related charge? Drugs would be tooo easy! I know Rue mentioned it so it could be a possibility?

Trailer predictions: I think Rue will catch Gia doing drugs and tell their mom and Gia will DENY DENY DENY and blame it on Rue’s addiction issues. I think papa Jacobs is going to find out about Nate looking at his self porn stash and confront him and Nate’s sexuality will be questioned. I think since Nate messes with Fez’s hustle Fez will get payback. Cassie will get an abortion. Rue will confront Nate at homecoming? Someone is gonna fucking die! I know that (we I don’t but I wanna feel confident about this)! Gosh Ethan might find out about Kat and webcaming. Kat’s secret creep-like admirer will be revealed!!

[the-blind-assassin-12]

You Again

A/N: counting down the smooches. Here’s 18, another Ryan kiss to cap off your Saturday. Not connected to Passing Through, this one stands alone, just like the cheese.

Word Count: 2,183

Prompt: from @breanime

You sat on your couch, knees pulled up to your chest, the heavy orange and green crocheted blanket that was normally draped over the back cushion wrapped around you as rain lashed at the windows and wind howled down your chimney. The channels changed on the television as you mindlessly flipped through them. You weren’t sure what, if anything you were looking for. Something to take your mind off of the fact that your friends were out right now, probably having a great time laughing, drinking and enjoying a local band or musician at Candy’s. It was your friend Kate’s birthday, and normally you’d be there dancing in front of the stage area, swaying your hips freely with a beer in your hand and not a care in your head. But when you’d heard that Dave was going to be there, with her, you decided against it. Nope, don’t need to see that display, no thank you. You frowned as you settled on a baking competition show.

It had been almost a year since he’d ended your 4 year relationship, confessing to you that he’d spent the last year and a half cheating on you with a woman named Madison that he’d met at the gym. It was beyond you as to why he’d waited so damn long to tell you, or why he thought your anniversary was the right time to break the news, but you’d never felt so dumbstruck or betrayed in your life. That night stuck with you even after you’d cried all your tears and thrown out all his sweatshirts and broken the glass in the framed photo on your bedside table as you tossed it forcefully into the dumpster one night in a drunken rage as your roommate Amy cheered and clapped, shouting an enthusiastic “Fuck youuuuuu Dave!”.

Most of your friends were on your side of the rift, but Kate’s boyfriend and your ex had been friends since highschool, so there was no way that he wouldn’t be invited to her party. That fact had been confirmed by Amy after she’d run into Kate at the coffee shop a few days back, Amy telling you with a roll of her eyes that not only was he invited, but that he was bringing Maddie with him. You’d sent Kate a text that same day, apologizing and promising that you’d have some kind of make-up celebration afterwards. She responded saying that she completely understood, and that she was sorry about the whole situation. You’d told her not to worry, that you’d be fine. And for the most part, you were. Enough time had passed that you had stopped missing Dave, stopped feeling down on yourself. You’d even started to dissect the details of your relationship, finding that things that you had brushed off or swept under the rug weren’t as small as you had convinced yourself that they were at the time. For the most part, barring random bouts of self pity and greeting card holidays, you had moved on completely. But that didn’t mean you were ready to share the same space with the man who’d stomped on your heart, or the woman who he’d chosen over you.

You sighed as the baker on your screen sprinkled little heart shaped decorations on perfectly frosted pale pink cupcakes. It hadn’t helped matters that in the past few months your sister had gotten engaged, while you had yet to go on a date post-Dave. Not that you hadn’t been asked out. You definitely had. By more than a few guys, actually. Most had been easy to turn down due to their personalities or lack thereof. But they weren’t who you were thinking of right now. Thunder clapped right outside your window, a bolt of lighting splitting the sky right on top of the boom.

You dropped the remote as the show panned to one of the other competitors, their hands deftly squeezing a piping bag full of rich, dark chocolate. The baker flourished his wrist so that the cocoa ribbons formed musical notes, filling a whole tray with bass and treble clefts before popping it into the blast freezer in a hurry. A hurry. Just the way Ryan Brenner had moved into and out of your life. “Oh, come on.” You meant for the comment to be contained in your brain, but you heard it out loud in the empty house, and you threw your head back against the couch with a huff as your memory took over the reins.

You’d been out at Candy’s with Amy; she’d dragged you out after you’d wasted six of your precious vacation days calling out of work to wallow in your pajamas after what she’d come to call “the event”. After downing a few rounds of shots, each one toasting another thing Amy “always hated about Dave”, she’d suggested that you both switch to beers and head over to the music stage, where a guitarist was setting up to play. Shit, you remember thinking in your heartbroken, inebriated state, he’s...something.

And that was before you’d heard him sing. Before you’d seen him play. To hear him, to see him- it was synonymous with feeling him and knowing him, and it was at once comforting and unsettling. How much of this is him, and how much is the booze? Amy had gone back to the bar for another beer, but you’d waved her off, entranced by the performance in front of you. She was just happy to see something other than tears or vacancy in your eyes, so she mouthed a “be right back” and vanished into the crowd that had gathered to hear the music while you stayed planted where you were, enthralled by the way his quiet nature somehow transported you somewhere else. He’d spent the majority of his set with his eyes closed or focused on the strings that his long fingers were plucking, but a few times you felt them land on you, and you were sure that your heart had stopped in your chest, changing the way that it beat as it restarted.

Even after the last notes had evaporated into the stale, beer scented air, and he’d spent a few minutes talking to a few patrons that had gathered, you couldn’t move or take your eyes off of him- off of the way he held his guitar, or the way he looked down when he smiled upon accepting a compliment. You noticed his eyes flicking your way every now and then, and you told yourself to move, to turn and walk towards the bar where Amy had been chatting with an attractive stranger, but the enigmatic energy that he brought to the room had you rooted. Even as he set his guitar down and brushed his hands- the fingers marked with thin black lines- against his jeans, taking a few long strides towards you, you were unable to move. Well, guess this is happening. As he got closer you could smell crisp fall air and crunchy brown leaves, coffee and cigarettes overpowering the peanut and beer aroma that Candy’s could trademark if they wanted to. “Hi, I’m Ryan,” he said, chocolate eyes shining as they looked directly into yours, a sheepish smile climbing his cheeks above the patchy beard that claimed his jaw.

“Hi,” you managed, telling him your name. “You’re...you play really well, Ryan.” You smiled, and it felt like dusting off an old box in the attic.

He looked down at his shoes, whole head swinging towards the floor before scooping up to gift you with a sheepish grin. “Well, thanks, I… I just like connecting with people when I play, you know?”

Oh fuck. He felt it too? Your whole face, your neck and your ears flushed a vibrant red as you realized that this interesting, talented, borderline otherworldly individual was telling you that he’d felt the same spark from you that you’d felt from him. You wanted to reply with something smart or memorable. But you’d just let out a burst of laughter that sounded foriegn to you. Oh, come. On.

Instead of scaring him off though, it had only made his grin widened, a flash of white teeth and a slip of his tongue as it came out to wet his lips. “Can I…” he nodded towards the bar where Amy was staring at the two of you, her jaw nearly dropped to the sticky floor. “Wanna grab a drink?”

“Sure, Ryan,” you somehow answered. Why?

You’d spent the next hour or so talking to Ryan, hearing about his travels, about the things that inspired him and the places he’d been. But when the conversation turned to you, you had to be honest with him. You’d told him that you’d only just gotten out of a long term relationship, that it had ended messily, and that while you very much enjoyed talking to him and hearing him play- and looking at him and seeing the way he felt the music, and being in the same space as him- that you wouldn’t feel right carrying anything past the current conversation. He’d hung his head again, this time less sheepishly and with what you thought looked like disappointment, but he’d raised it again with that brilliant smile. “Well,” he’d said, “I’m gettin’ ready to head outta town tomorrow, but I’m set to be back in the area ‘bout a year from now...maybe I’ll see you again and things’ll be different.”

You blinked and you were back on your couch, the baker with the candy hearts being dismissed from the show on the screen. A year from now. Your phone on the arm of the sofa caught your attention, lighting up with a text from Amy. YOU NEED TO GET HERE NOW. Oh...come on.

You grabbed your phone, your heart in your throat. What do you mean, A??? Why?

He’s here. Playing again. That guy. YOUR GUITAR GUY.

You stood so rapidly that the blanket fell from your shoulders in sync with the flashing lightning outside. Ryan? He’s...he said he’d be back but… your heart was thumping the same way it had when you’d been rooted in front of him on the small stage at Candy’s, and you realized that even though you were a skeptic at heart, you couldn’t dismiss the serendipity staring you in the face. Fuck these cupcakes, and fuck Dave and Madison. You responded that you’d be there soon, clicking the power button on the remote and rushing to your bedroom to change, hands raking through your hair in lieu of a brush. Twenty minutes later, you were dressed in jeans, tall black boots and a maroon sweater, your hair pulled into a braid. Ten minutes after that you were walking purposefully towards the front door of the bar, pulling it open and welcoming that familiar divey scent into your nostrils. You were vaguely aware of Dave standing by the bar, a frown on his face as he saw you, Madison draped over him like a feather boa. You smirked, walking straight to the stage, slipping Amy a discreet high five as you passed her. His voice filled your ears as you got closer, and you found the same spot you’d stood in roughly 365 days ago, the first time his music had infiltrated your heart and mind. Within a few seconds of your feet finding the same beer soaked boards, his eyes opened on you and you saw the recognition flicker like a flame. Hi, Ryan.

You’d watched a few more songs, and this time he didn’t make time to talk to anyone before heading over to you. “You again,” he said, a smile on his face and in his voice.

“Me again,” you said, holding your arms out to show off your wet hair and soaked sweater- it was still raining hard when you’d walked in, the weather nor your ex doing anything to dampen your spirits. “Can I get you a drink, Ryan?”

He shook his head, soft brown hair peeking out from under his ball cap.

“No?” you asked with a tilt to your head.

“Are things...different now?” he asked quietly.

You bit your bottom lip, eyes on his as you nodded. They sure are.

Before your head had come back to neutral, he’d taken a step closer. “Can we skip the drink this time?”

You nodded again, slowly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Again, before the nod was even done, he’d taken another step, this time placing his hands on your waist to pull you closer as his lips found yours. You involuntarily whimpered as his kiss melted on your lips, just like the baker’s chocolate on that dumb show you’d been watching, sweet and smooth, pure and delicious, full of longing and missing and need for the connection that you’d shared a full twelve months prior. When you finally parted, he brushed his nose against yours. “Can we do that again?”

You laughed against his lips, one hand coming to rest on his bearded cheek. “You bet we can, Ryan.”

@something-tofightfor @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @suchatinyinfinity @agent-bossypants @lexxierave @thesumofmychoices @songtoyou @ymariejp @breanime @gollyderek

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The Flame is Gone, The Fire Remains Ch 6

Summary: Negan and Chuck have cemented their relationship and are proud parents of a new baby girl. Will they be able to balance their new found parenthood with keeping their community safe from the perils of the world?

Sequel to This Is How I Disappear

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, violence, blood, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlists in my bio

“Is she alright?” Negan asks, his voice full of worry.

“Yes, she’s alright,” Chuck responds, exasperated over the repeated question. “She’ll be fine.” She leans over the crib to gently wipe Maddie’s fat tears away.

“She’s fuckin’ crying.”

“She’s teething , Negan. It hurts.” She takes the now room temperature teething ring away from the little girl. “Go grab a new one out of the freezer.”

Negan practically runs out of the nursery to fetch one to relieve Maddie’s sore gums. When he rushes back in, Maddie is still crying. “Here you go, princess.” He puts the frozen ring to her mouth. “Fuck. I hate hearing her in pain.”

Chuck rubs Negan’s back as he’s bent over the crib. “I know. But there’s not much we can do about this. Everyone goes through it. We just gotta wait it out.”

As the cold helps to numb Maddie’s gums, she starts to settle a little.

“See?” Chuck says. “She’s just fine. You okay with her while I shower?”

“Yeah.”

Once Chuck is done with her shower, she finds Negan sitting on the couch in their room with Maddie laying in his arms. “She’s doing good,” she mentions, since the little girl seems to be quiet. Once Chuck rounds the couch, she can see that Negan has his finger in Maddie’s mouth. “I think the teething ring would be better for her to bite than your finger,” she jokes, though Maddie seems perfectly content.

“I dipped it in whiskey,” he responds.

Chuck’s face falls. “You’re joking.”

“No. It did the trick. She started fuckin’ fussing again, but now she’s out.”

“Negan!” she chides. “You can’t do that.”

“It’s fine, baby girl. Moms have been doing that shit for a hundred years.”

“I don’t want you giving our baby whiskey.” She leans over him and runs her hand over Maddie’s hair.

“She was fuckin’ crying,” he explains like that excuses it.

Chuck shakes her head with a giggle. “She already has you so whipped.”

“She’s my little princess.” He looks down at her and smiles as he gently takes his finger from her mouth.

“Don’t spoil her.”

“I’m gonna spoil the shit outta her,” he responds.

Chuck laughs. “She needs to be humble.”

“She will be. I’m not gonna raise her to be a fuckin’ asshole.”

Chuck just gives him a look. “And how many people have you met that were spoiled as children turned out to be nice, humble adults?”

He looks at her a moment before answering. “Alright, you got a fuckin’ point. Spoiled ass kids turn into asshole adults. So how about I’ll be the one to spoil her and you can be the disciplinarian. That way she’ll be well rounded.”

“Is that how it’s gonna work out?” she asks with a laugh. “So she’ll hate me and love you?”

He just shrugs in response.

 A few weeks later, Chuck walks into Negan’s office with Maddie in her arms. “Oh, hey, Simon,” she greets when she sees him sitting on the other side of Negan’s desk. “I didn’t know you were up here.”

As soon as Maddie sees Simon start to stand from his seat, she reaches out for him.

“There’s my girl,” Simon calls out and takes the little girl from Chuck.

Negan lets out a huff, but it’s not entirely serious. “I thought we were fuckin’ working here.”

Simon completely ignores Negan as he starts to wiggle his mustache and make faces the way that Maddie always loves.

Chuck can’t help but laugh along with her daughter. It’s so funny to her that the two most powerful men she knows are reduced to mush by a little girl. “She loves her Uncle Si Si,” she mentions.

Once Maddie stops laughing hysterically, she starts to grab at Simon’s mustache. And he, of course, lets her.

“How are your other kids?” Chuck asks, referring to his niece and nephews that arrived just over a month ago. “I haven’t seen them in a few days.”

“They’re great.” He looks up from Maddie to speak. “I’m so glad that they’re here. They had a helluva time out in the shit, walking halfway across the country just to see if I was still alive. I’m just so fuckin’ happy they’re safe now.”

As Simon is talking with Chuck, Maddie keeps patting his face, wanting his attention back on her. She starts to babble a little, then a clear “Si Si” comes out of her mouth.

Everyone is quiet, wondering if they heard what they think they did.

“No fuckin’ way my kid’s first word is fuckin’ Si Si.” Negan gets up from his desk to stomp over to them. “Say dada,” he prompts Maddie.

She looks at him a moment, then back to Simon. “Si Si.”

Chuck walks closer, too. “Did you say ‘Si Si’?”

Maddie giggles. “Si Si!”

Simon still hasn’t said anything, but when Chuck looks at him, she can see tears in his eyes. She lays her hand on his shoulder. “She does love her Uncle Si Si.”

“This is bullshit,” Negan gripes, not noticing how this had affected Simon. “Dada. Say dada,” he tries again.

Maddie laughs, but just babbles at her father.

Later on that night, Negan is still complaining about it as they get in bed. “My first kid’s first word was for fuckin’ Simon ?!”

Chuck rolls her eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is.”

“Stop being a baby.”

He shoots her a look. “Why aren’t you pissed?”

Of course she had hoped that Maddie’s first word would be mama, but the second she saw the look on Simon’s face and how much it meant to him, she was fine with it.

Simon never had any kids. He never expressly said why, but Chuck knew it was because of the love he had for Lucille. He never had any serious relationships because he could never stop loving her, even though she was with Negan. In a weird way, Chuck feels guilt over that, even though that past had nothing to do with her.

But then there was the way he reacted to the news of her own pregnancy with Negan. It hurt him. Though he got past it, Chuck still feels a pain for him that he’s never been able to get what he wants. Despite the fact that he and Patty have gotten serious and moved in together, they’ll most likely never make a family since Patty is middle aged and probably can’t get pregnant anymore.

The way Simon is with Maddie and his other niece and nephews proves that he would have been a great father. And deep down, Chuck knows that he would have wanted that for himself. Which is sad to her.

Chuck shrugs in response. “It meant a lot to Simon.”

“So?”

“He’s never gonna be a father, Negan. We’re most likely gonna get more chances to get first words.  He never will. And with the way he is with Maddie and his sister’s kids, it’s obvious he would’ve loved to be a father.”

Negan lets out a sigh and scrubs his hand over his face. “Shit. Am I an asshole?”

“No. I get why you were disappointed she didn’t say ‘dada’, but Simon is part of our family and I love him. I want to see him happy.”

Negan lets out a groan. “I don’t like hearing you say you love another man.”

She giggles and swats at his chest lightly. “It’s not like that. He’s like the brother I never had.”

“Gross. He wants to fuck you.”

“He does not.”

“You think if I was completely out of the picture he wouldn’t fuckin’ jump at the chance to be with you?”

“Stop,” she answers with a giggle then cuddles up to lay on his chest.

“Simon is the most loyal fuckin’ guy I’ve ever known. Lord knows I haven’t deserved it, but I trust that man with my life. But I know he doesn’t get over shit. He loved Lucille the whole time she was married to me. Never fuckin’ wavered. I bet he loves her just as much now. And I know he loves you the same.”

“That makes me feel bad, Negan.”

He squeezes her into him so he can kiss the top of her head. “It’s not your fault he loves you.”

“I know, but I still feel bad about it. I’m just really happy that he’s found love with Patty.”

“Yeah.” Negan nods, though he seems a little skeptical. “I just want you to know... If anything happens to me-“

Chuck sits up to look at him. “Stop. I don’t want to hear this.”

“No.” He pushes her hair back from her face. “Just know that I’m okay with you being with him. He’d lay down his life for you. He’d treat you right.”

“If something happens to you, I’m not gonna be with anyone else.”

“I want you to be happy...”

“My mom never dated after my dad died. I know men asked her out, but she never took them up on their offers. When I got a little older, I asked her why. She just said that she already met the love of her life. I didn’t really understand it at the time, but I do now.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I won’t be. I’ll have family and friends. My mother was never lonely or unhappy. She just knew that she’d never love another man like she did my father.”

Negan gently pulls her down to meet her in a kiss. “Since you mentioned growing our family...” He flips her around so he’s on top of her.

She can’t help but squeal at the motion. “Negan, that’s not gonna happen yet,” she gets out between giggles.

“You know, we’re not getting any younger.”

She pushes him up to give him a scathing look. “Calling a woman old isn’t a great thing to do if you’re wanting to get laid.”

He just laughs. “That’s a good point.”

“I don’t wanna try until Maddie is at least a year old,” she says more seriously.

“Alright.” He bends down to kiss her right behind her ear. “Doesn’t mean we can’t practice,” he whispers.

 Just a few days later, Maddie adds both “mama” and “dada” to her vocabulary, which she uses generously, much to Negan’s delight.

“Dada,” Maddie calls out from her mother’s arms.

“She doesn’t wanna go, Mama.” Negan bends down to kiss his daughter on the head.

“Come with us,” Chuck suggests.

Negan lets out a huff. “I got shit to do. Unfortunately.” He gives her a smirk. “You could come with me .”

“I want to get back to work, Negan. And the kids are excited to learn music again. And I think Maddie will enjoy herself.”

“Alright, fine.” He gives Chuck a kiss then takes Maddie from her. “I’ll walk you guys down to the fuckin’ classroom.”

The little family and their ever present guards head downstairs. Once they get into the room, the kids all look at them, excited to get a reprieve from there normal studies. Despite what Negan had said earlier about having work to do, he ends up staying to watch Chuck pick up where she left off with the students, which is how to read sheet music. Each of the kids has a little keyboard so they can find the notes and follow along as Chuck plays the piano that has been set up in the room. Some of the older students are a little more advanced, so she goes over chords with them.

As Chuck plays and sings, she sees Negan with a big smile on his face watching on, Maddie bobbing away happily in his arms. It brings a smile to her own face seeing them so happy. Not only that, but the fact that the kids seem to be enjoying the music makes that smile stretch just that much further.

 When Halloween comes around, everyone at The Sanctuary seems to be excited. People remember the party from last year and want to make this year’s celebration even bigger. Chuck, of course, gets her costume all ready as well as one for Maddie. When Negan first sees them, he can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“You are so fuckin’ adorable,” he calls out.

Since Chuck was a cat last year, she thought it would be really cute if she dressed up as a mouse this year. She found some gray tights and a gray long sleeved T-shirt and paired that with pink converses, white gloves, and mouse ears that she made herself along with a overalls cut into shorts. (She’s not confident enough with her post baby body to only wear form fitted tights.) For Maddie, she found a bright yellow onesie and drew little circles on it so it looked like holes, making Maddie look like a slice of cheese.

Chuck shrugs a shoulder. “I thought it was cute.”

He walks over to them, placing a kiss on Maddie’s head as she sits in Chuck’s arms then one for Chuck, too. “So fuckin’ cute.”

“Are you dressing up?” Chuck asks.

“Thought I’d be the devil again. Make it like a tradition.”

The party goes off without a hitch, both the children’s one and the adult one after. Chuck loves to see everyone dressed up and having fun. It doesn’t escape her notice that there are a lot of women sporting pregnant bellies under their costumes. Apparently after Maddie’s birth, there was somewhat of a baby boom at The Sanctuary.

Kayla and Harlan must be busy.

Chuck smirks at the thought. Despite how busy the doctor’s office is, they must be happy that they get to bring so many new lives into the world.

The first family ends up leaving the festivities a little early, since they have an almost seven month old in tow. Once they get Maddie out of her little costume, they set her down in her crib. The little girl falls asleep almost instantly, the excitement of the day talking its toll on her.

As Chuck and Negan get into bed, she notices that he’s been unusually quiet. And as they start to get comfortable, Negan is being much more cuddly than usual, almost stiflingly so.

“Negan?”

“Hmm.”

“You alright?”

He squeezes his arms around her a little more from his position behind her. “Yeah.”

“You have me in a death grip, Negan.”

He lets out a heavy breath onto the back of her head. “It’s been a year since Eldritch took you,” he finally whispers into her hair.

Chuck starts to turn around, so Negan loosens his arms to allow her to. “He’s gone, Negan. You don’t have to worry about him.” She runs her fingers over his forehead, hoping to soothe him.

“I know he’s gone, but I can’t fuckin’ get over it. He took you from me. And her .”

Chuck bends down to kiss his lips. “She’s right over there in her room, safe and sound. You can hear her breathing on the monitor.”

“I know.” He wraps his arms around Chuck and pulls her down to lay on his chest. “I know that, but I still think of everything he fuckin’ did to you. All the ways it could’ve ended in me fuckin’ losing you and Maddie.”

“I’m sorry, Negan. I don’t want you to dwell on it, though. What we have now is so beautiful. Just remember that when your thoughts go dark.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll try, baby girl.”

 In the coming days, Maddie realizes that she can crawl, which she does. A lot. When she’s in her room, she crawls over to her bookcase and pulls all the books and toys off it. Then she crawls over to her toy chest and pulls those things out. When she’s done, her whole room is trashed, which she finds pretty amusing.

During this time, Chuck has never been more thankful of the extra guards hanging around their apartment. Because Chuck loves the cats so much, she doesn’t want to close them out of the apartment by shutting the door. But since Maddie also loves the cats, she’ll follow them right out while Chuck isn't looking. Thankfully, both Laura and Arat are good at rounding Maddie up when she goes on the move. And Sam and José on the front door to Negan’s office have stopped her more than once from escaping down the hall. Maddie never seems to care too much; she loves the extra attention she gets from everyone.

Because Maddie is so mobile, Negan has to have a special case made for Lucille to keep her well out of Maddie’s reach. Instead of being left on the floor propped up on the wall, Lucille has her own display shelf near the door to the bedroom. When Negan’s in his office, Lucille is usually put up on one of the bookshelves, since Maddie routinely likes to crawl up to her daddy while he’s at his desk.

“Maddie’s coming through,” Arat calls out, like she always does.

As soon as Chuck hears this, she comes out of the apartment. “I don’t know how she’s such a little escape artist,” she says to herself.

“Let her come,” Negan answers. If he’s too busy for Maddie, he’ll tell whoever’s on the door to take her back inside. But today, Negan is just sitting at his desk talking with Dwight.

Maddie crawls right over to Negan and tries to pull herself up his legs, with Chuck following behind.

“My beautiful princess,” Negan says to her and he helps her up into his lap. “Are you escaping from Mommy?”

“I had her in her little playpen while I was reading. I thought she couldn’t get out, but I guess I was wrong.” Chuck sits down in the chair beside Dwight. “How’s Sherry? I haven’t seen her in a while,” she directs at the man beside her.

“Good,” he answers. “Real busy in the kitchen.”

Negan looks up from making faces at Maddie. “I hear everyone’s fuckin’ happy with the new head chef.”

“With all the trade and how good the harvest was this year, the kitchen’s doing real well,” Dwight comments.

“I’m glad,” Chuck says genuinely.

“She getting on ya to put a baby in her,” Negan asks. “Since everyone else is pregnant, it fuckin’ seems.”

Dwight gets a little bashful. “We’re not- I mean, nothing serious. You know- But we’ve been talking about it.”

“That’s great,” Chuck says with a smile. “I’m so happy that Maddie is going to have some kids her age to run around with.”

“She’s certainly a little social butterfly already,” Negan adds.

“I wonder who she got that from,” Chuck says sarcastically, knowing full well that Maddie is already more like Negan than she is Chuck, despite the physical resemblance to her mother.”

“Think it’d be too much if I decreed that all babies will have the middle name Negan?” the man himself comments.

Chuck just laughs, knowing that Negan is joking. “I don’t think that’s gonna catch on.”

“I like the sound of that.” Negan lifts Maddie up in the air. “You like that, princess?”

The little girl just laughs.

“She agrees,” Negan determines, faking seriousness.

 ——— Negan’s POV ———

Before the winter sets in, Rick fuckin’ requests that all us leaders in the area should meet at Alexandria to discuss some things. It’s probably a good fuckin’ idea, but I don’t want to leave my family. So I think that shit over. Seriously.

With how often the area between us and Alexandria is patrolled and the fact that no one’s really seen any fuckin’ biters near the road in a long ass time, I decide to take Chuck and Maddie with me. It’s got me anxious as fuck, but I think it’s gonna be good.

I know I’m “Negan” and I’m certainly the fuckin’ leader of The Sanctuary, but I’ve honestly been going over shit with Chuck. It’s fuckin’ nice to have someone like her to rule with me. I mean, I always had Simon and I love that fucker for all the shit he does here, but he’s more than likely to just go along with what I say. That’s fuckin’ amazing most of the time, but there’s been instances where Chuck’s come in with a different perspective and it’s been better for everyone involved.

I’ve been so concerned with keeping my people alive that that’s were I fuckin’ go to when I gotta make a decision. Always. But Chuck’s been the one to make sure people are happy , too. When shit is real bad, like how it was when this place started, happiness ain’t a priority. But now that we got enough food and clean water and we don’t have to worry about getting our dicks bitten off by undead fucks, we need to make sure our people are emotionally good, too. Cuz discontent can break nations just as much as hunger can.

So, yeah, part of the reason I’m bringing my girls with me is just cuz I fuckin’ want them with me. But part of me wants Chuck to be at my side as the leader she is. She might not see herself that way, but I do. She can rally people just as much as I can, but in a completely different way. I did it with fear, intimidation, and rigid rules. You piss me off, you go against the greater good, you’re out.

But Chuck... she’s gotten the people behind her by being her sweet ass self. She’s smart and funny and fuckin’ adorable and people know she has their best interests in mind. She’s set up swap meets outside the point system to help the people that have been struggling. She knitted so many fuckin’ blankets just to make sure people won’t be cold this winter. And what I’m most proud of, she’s been good to those kids she teaches music to by tutoring them in whatever else they want to learn. Shit, one kid brought up World War 2, so Chuck found a book and started talking to him about it after school was actually done. Anything those kids are curious about, science, history, even old movies, she’ll talk to them about it. I know that shit might not seem important now, but it fuckin’ is. It’s how we raise people and not fuckin’ monsters that just survive in this shit.

The weather’s not too fuckin’ bad yet since it’s just the first week on November, but we still all bundle up in case shit goes downhill. Me, Chuck, and my princess are going to be in a wagon drawn by our horses. It’s gonna be less comfortable and take fuckin’ longer than a car would, but it’s all we got now. Cars are kinda fuckin’ useless without gas, and that ethanol shit we’ve been making really doesn’t work in most cars just in its own. It works better in the tractors and tillers, anyway, so that’s where it all goes.

The wagon we’re in is like an old west wagon, but we took some car seats and put them in there so we’re not getting splinters in our asses. Dwight and Fat Joey are up front driving the thing while me, Chuck, Maddie, and Laura are in the back.

“I didn’t expect the road to look so good,” Chuck comments after a while.

“We’re on top of this shit,” I say. “Our guys and Rick’s patrol all this shit. Keep the roads clear if trees fall or whatever. We can’t exactly repave, so if there’s cracks, we fill them up with gravel so we don’t lose a fuckin’ wagon wheel.”

Chuck gives me a smile as Maddie starts to fuss in her arms. “I’m so proud of you doing all this.”

I just chuckle back, but it does make me feel fuckin’ good that she’s on board with everything I do. “Is she hungry?” I ask, changing the subject to our daughter.

“Yeah.”

“Do we need to stop?”

“No. I can do it here. Just hold her a second.” She passes Maddie off to me as she pulls her shirt up.

“Keep your eyes up front,” I call out to Dwight and Fat Joey. I don’t want them getting an eyeful of my wife’s tit. Even if it’s gonna be covered by Maddie’s face.

Laura leans forward from her seat behind us. “You planning on weaning her any time soon?”

“Not really,” Chuck answers as she situates Maddie in her arms to start feeding. “We have her eating some solid things, but breast milk is so good for babies.”

“She’s prepared to breastfeed Maddie until she’s a teenager,” I joke. We’ve talked about this more than once. I think it’s fuckin’ weird to have a full on toddler sucking on a tit, but Chuck insists it’s perfectly fine.

“That’s not true,” Chuck calls out with a laugh. “Just maybe until she’s like... five or so.”

“Five?!” I say in shock. “She’s got a bunch of fuckin’ teeth by then.”

“Yeah,” Laura pipes up. “Your poor nipples.”

Chuck just laughs. “Breast milk is better for brain development!” she calls out, pleading her case.

Once we get to Alexandria, we’re greeted by Rick and his gang. Aaron, of course, comes rushing out to see Chuck and Maddie.

“She’s getting so big!” he cries out and takes Maddie into his arms.

Maggie and Glenn walk up to us with him carrying their baby Herschel. Aaron brings Maddie close so she can see someone her own fuckin’ age for once. Both babies look confused, but then start babbling and patting each other with their little fuckin’ hands.

“He’s adorable,” Chuck comments to Maggie.

“She’s beautiful,” Maggie responds of my little princess.

Maggie walks over to Chuck and hugs her. “I can never thank you enough for what you did for me. You saved my son’s life by giving us your milk.”

“Any mother would do that,” Chuck says to her. “Without any formula now... We just have to take care of each other.”

I let out a laugh. “We were literally just talking about this shit on the way here. My lovely wife wants to keep our kid on the teat until she turns five.”

Chuck just gives me a look. “It’s not that weird! Historically speaking,” she makes the excuse.

“Well I can’t wait until I can play around with your tits without them leaking all over he place.”

“Oh my god, Negan.” Chuck’s face is bright red. Whoops.

“What?” I try to downplay it. “I’m pretty sure they know we fuck. We’ve got a kid.” I look around at everyone that heard what I said. Some of them are stifling laughs and some are looking a little offended. What-the-fuck-ever. They should be used to me by now.

When I see Carl trying desperately to hide his face, I decide to fuck with him a little. “He knows what I’m talking about.”

Everyone looks at him and it’s fuckin’ hilarious how he squirms.

“Negan,” I hear Michonne’s low mom voice scold me.

“He’s, what, sixteen?” I start. “Tits make up like 80% of his thoughts now.”

Rick just shakes his head, but I can still see a little smile on his face. “Stop teasing my son, please,” he finally says.

“Alright.” I back down from that. “So what’s this fuckin’ meeting we’re having, anyway.”

“We’re still waiting for Ezekiel,” Rick tells me. “So you guys can relax until they get here.”

Me and Chuck follow Aaron, still carrying Maddie, to his house. We’re staying with him tonight and he seems fuckin’ excited about it.

“I borrowed a little crib for her,” he tells us. “It’s set up in the spare room for you guys. I also have a play pen and some toys to keep her occupied, since you said she likes to crawl around so much.”

“Thanks Uncle Aaron,” Chuck says to him.

We all bum around for about twenty minutes until the lion king and his crew finally make their appearance. Me and Chuck with Maddie (and Laura) go to a newly constructed meeting room behind their church along with Rick’s A team and Ezekiel and a few of his guys. We set up the play pen for Maddie and Hershel and Judith, too, across the room with Laura and Olivia the Alexandrian watching over them.

“So,” I slap my hand down on the long table we’re all sitting around, “what are we fuckin’ discussing here?”

Rick lets out a breath before he fuckin’ starts. “Here at Alexandria, we’ve decided to run this place as a council. Me, Michonne, Gabriel, Maggie, and Aaron currently sit on this council. Every decision about the community comes to a vote and we’ve found that has been working well for us.”

Michonne jumps in. “I’ve been reading a lot about constitutional law and I thought, with how our community has grown and thrived, that we should draw up a constitution for ourselves. But then I thought, our community isn’t alone. We’re tied with your communities,” she gestures to me and Ezekiel. “Through trade, intermarriage, people coming and going, and through fighting a common enemy. So we thought,” she looks to the members of her council then back to us, “we should draw up a charter. Cement this relationship and everything it means to us in writing.”

As I think it over, Ezekiel jumps right in. “That is a wonderful idea,” he says with that huge ass smile on his face. “The Kingdom is ready and willing to participate in this endeavor.”

Everyone then looks to me expectantly. Maybe a little nervously. I just shrug. “Doesn’t sound like the dumbest of fuckin’ things. So I guess I’m in, too.”

The Alexandrians all look like they have something to say but they don’t wanna fuckin’ say it. Me and Zeke are clearly out of the loop, which kinda pisses me off.

“Yes?” I prod so they’ll spit it the fuck out.

They all look to Aaron who clears his throat before he starts to fuckin’ talk. “I’ve been spending some time at Hilltop,” he starts, which I already fuckin’ know since Jesus told me he’s training him to fight. Which I think is just a gay euphemism, but whatever. “I asked Jesus to come here today for the discussion, but he declined because he didn’t want to make waves...” he makes sure to look at me, “with you.”

“Alright. So?” I respond.

“He’s the leader of Hilltop,” Michonne answers.

“He’s the governor of Hilltop,” I correct her. “ I’m the leader. Hilltop is under my control.”

Gabriel decides to jump in. “We think it’s time for Hilltop to gain its independence,” he says in that creepy ass tone of his.

“Oh, do you ?” I bite back. “What the fuck is this?” I call out as I look around. “Did Hilltop put you up to this?”

Aaron holds his hands up. “No. They didn’t.”

“Then why the fuck are you putting your nose into my business?”

Michonne answers. “We would like them to be involved in this charter. They should have just as many rights as we do.”

I let out a huff. “All I’m fuckin’ hearing is that you want to fuckin’ cut my population and resources. I’m not a fucking idiot, Rick. I know I got more people than you or The Kingdom. More crops, too. But that might not be the fuckin’ case if I cut Hilltop off. So let me ask you this, asshole. Are you planning on starting shit with me? Going to war, is that it?”

“No,” Rick responds firmly. “Absolutely not, Negan. That is not what we want.”

“Well then what the fuck is this? A humanitarian issue? The Hillfolk aren’t fuckin’ starving. I’m not taking all their shit to their detriment like fuckin’ England did with Ireland two hundred goddamn years ago. I’m fuckin’ good to Hilltop. My men keep them safe there and it’s pissing me right the fuck off that you’re insinuating that they’d be better off without me!”

I feel Chuck’s hand grasp my knee from under the table, distracting me for a second. Which I’m sure was her intention, though I’m fuckin’ glad she decided to do it discretely and not in front of all these people.

As I’m taking a breath, she clears her throat. “I think the idea to have our own constitutions is a very good one,” she starts, and I can tell she’s nervous. “And this charter is something we can work on, but I think it makes more sense to get those constitutions in writing before we take that next step. Before we start to discuss the details of how our communities interact with each other, we should lock down what our citizens rights are first. For The Sanctuary, that will include the rights of Hilltop’s people. Any possible changes to our relationship with them will be discussed by us and them .”

Everyone mulls over what she said. Even me. I’m a little fuckin’ surprised that she not only managed to de escalate the situation, but she told everyone here that Hilltop is our business. And our business is our business.

Rick clears his throat to move on. “Yes. We should shoot to have our separate constitutions finalized by the spring. Then, we can reconvene to discuss any treaties.”

“Until then,” Ezekiel jumps in, “we should continue our trade as we have been. Weather permitting, of course, as winter is almost upon us. And if, god forbid, one of our communities finds itself in need of assistance, we should all pledge to come to her aid in whatever way necessary.”

We all agree and with that, this fuckin’ meeting adjourns. Though I’m sure it didn’t end the way Rick and the fuckin’ rest of his goddamn gang had hoped. Now me and Chuck are off to Aaron’s house to stay the night and I’m not fuckin’ sure I can keep my mouth shut.

Which, of course, I can’t. As soon as we put Maddie to bed, I lay into Aaron as we sit in his living room.

“What the fuck, Aaron?” I manage to keep my voice down so I don’t wake my princess upstairs, but my tone is still fuckin’ angry.

“I’m sorry,” he has the sense to say.

Chuck looks over to her uncle. “Why didn’t you tell us before that this is what you guys were planning? We talk like everyday.”

“We wanted to do this officially ,” Aaron explains. “The council didn’t want me using this family connection-“

“You’re on the fuckin’ council!” I call out.

Chuck lays her hand on my shoulder to calm me down. “Maybe he’s right.”

I whip my head to glare at her. “You’re taking his fuckin’ side?!”

“No. I’m not. I don’t think they should be getting between us and our affairs with our people, but maybe we shouldn’t be discussing it outside of...” she thinks a moment, “office hours. So tensions don’t rise.”

Aaron lets out a heavy breath. “I don’t want this to get between us,” he says to me. “You’re my family. And I love you for the way you treat Chuck and Maddie. We...” he pauses, “ Alexandria ,” he corrects, “isn’t going to demand you do anything. We just, I don’t know, wanted to suggest it. Keep that option open for Hilltop.”

I shake my head at that. “You had to’ve known that shit would piss me off.”

“I did. That’s why I thought if it came from me, it might be better.”

“And what about Jesus? And tell the fuckin’ truth, Aaron.” I ask, wondering if I’m gonna have to bash his manbun head in for starting a fuckin’ coup.

“He didn’t start this. Honestly. You can blame me if you need to blame someone. I’ve been heading out to Hilltop a lot and I told Rick and everyone how great the place is run. I really don’t know who put the idea in everyone’s head, but we all just thought that maybe if the Hilltop was independent, it could make us all stronger in the end.”

I sit back into the couch, letting out a fuckin’ huff in response. When I look over to Chuck, I can see that she’s tired. “You wanna go to bed?” I ask her. I’m fuckin’ done with this conversation anyway.

“Yeah,” she answers.

I get up from the couch with a groan and hold my hand out to her. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get some sleep.”

When Chuck stands up, so does Aaron.

“I really am sorry, Negan,” he says from behind me. “I don’t think we handled that right. But we really just want what is best for everyone, all the communities.”

I turn back at him and nod. “Well...” I look down then look back up to him, “since you decided to spring shit on me, as punishment, I’m gonna have loud sex with Chuck in your guest room.”

Aaron scrunches up his face. “Come on, man.”

Chuck slaps my shoulder, then looks over to her uncle with her cheeks all red. “That’s-That’s not gonna happen.”

I just laugh as I continue up the stairs. I’m still fuckin’ pissed, but I guess it’s not worth throwing away my relationship with Chuck’s uncle. Or with the other communities. I just fuckin’ hope they don’t press the issue because I’m not sure what will happen if they do.

[chardonig-blog]

ok hi im here.

( luke hemmings- cismale, he/him) — did you see chardon jennings walking down the street? the twenty two  year old has lived here for two years. i heard they’re a bartender now, time sure flies. cynical bastards by arkells always did remind of them, maybe it’s because they’re so creative & caring. though i did hear they can also be bratty & nervous if you catch them on a bad day. (ooc: maddie , 17, she/her, est)

hannah dragged me here :/ anyway lets talk about this shit bag. chardon moved from NY to LA at about 18,to pursue some sort of acting career. since nothing ever goes right,,,,he moved away when he turned 20 he got tf outta there but didnt feel like moving back to NY. so i GUESS he moved to acarike. 

hes a shithead, like just really cocky and rude. he always wants to be in the spotlight.

he can be really kind and have soft spots for certain people 

i always say that his sexuality is fluid but he always ends up being gay so? who knows 

night terrors and anxiety

im not doing him justice here, bc im bad at intros

thats about all i got, if ur interested in a roommates, siblings, ride or die, enemies whatEVER you see fit, like this or hit me up (: