Okayyyy, so this is an excerpt of a fic I’ve been writing called “Lovefool.” Rated MA because, ya know, smut.
Slamming the door behind him, he pinned me up against the wall next to it, lips meeting mine in a feverish kiss. His fingers were trembling, skin flushed a deep pink and hair ruffled from his fingers carding through the strands every so often. “Seriously?” I giggled. “You couldn’t wait another hour?” But then his hips were impatiently pressing into mine, lips latched onto my collarbone, and my laugh ended as quickly as it started. “You’re really lucky I was done recording.”
“You’re crazy,” he breathed into the hollow of my neck as his lips continued its assault on my skin, ignoring me in favor of tugging my top over my head. “You make me crazy.”
Aww, this is a cute idea. i have no idea what it turned into though haha.
I feel like all of the boys would probably prefer to keep their relationships low key until they thought that you were comfortable with the idea of going public.
Luke would probably be the most secretive out of all of the boys, and probably keep your relationship underground. I’m pretty sure you would have code names or something.
Ashton would probably be the most open about it after keeping it on the down low, and he would be so happy that he would want to show you off to everyone, and let every person know how special he thought you were.
Calum would probably be fairly open about it as well, and be silly with you when it came to posting keeks and instagram videos.
I feel like Michael would be surprisingly reserved about his relationship, and he would go out with you and such but come right out and say it after a while, but still keep details fairly personal.
Writer’s block sucks, but worse than that is not having time to do what you love.
I love hanging out with my fiancee, family and friends. I love my job even if it gives me huge bags under my eyes.
I love writing and reading.
Haven’t had the time to do both, which seems to be stirring some hate among people that follow me.
Between anonymous asks and lack of time to properly tend to this blog, I actually cried today.
“Girl, please! It’s just a blog! Get over it!”
Yeah, I know. But over the course of these almost 4 weeks in the Negan’s Thirst Squad I couldn’t help but to cry.
Not from sadness. Not because I feel like I’m not up to the challenge.
But because this fandom is amazing! You all are. Even if you come across this post and have no clue who I am, or don’t even like me.
Despite not being able to deliver many imagines or reading everything I’m tagged on, you guys make me feel like family.
Which is amazing, really, considering how much Negan is criticised as a character. How amazing is that one single imaginary person can bring so many people together? Allow people from all over the world to communicate and share their love?
This message is for all of us in the Negan’s Thirst Squad.
To all the amazing writers who inspire me.
To all the amazing readers who lift my mood with honest feedback.
To those who occasionally leave you an ask to show their passion.
To the lurkers who maybe are too shy to show themselves, but are a big part of this lovely community.
This is for you, me and us.
Yes, I’m kinda new here, but I’ve belonged to other fandoms before, and usually there is a lot of jealousy between writers, or even between readers.
Here? Everyone is important! No matter if you just started writing today. You matter.
To anyone reading this, please write. Share with our fandom your passion. If you don’t feel like it, don’t be shy to let us all know who you are.
Thank you all for making my day suck less.
I just wanted to share how much this fandom surpassed all my expectations… completely overwhelmed!
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Can you do an Ashton blurb about him saying 'I love you' for the first time please???
Yes! Just picturing that is so cute. The two of you would probably be either going to or coming back from a date, and he would just be staring at you. You would ask him if everything is okay, and he would get all shy and step closer, locking eyes with you. He would say it before he thought about it any longer.
“I love you.”
And you would press your forehead against his, laughing into a kiss.
I hope you have a smashing good time celebrating! Don’t let the haters get you!! Don’t let euro trash kink shame you too much!!! May you always succeed in Uncharted multiplayer!!!! I love you a lot ok but stop the GTA thirst and go back to Sam thirst I don’t support your new daddy ok thanks bye.
hiiii I just stumbled across your blog so I'm not sure if you've done this before, but could you do a 4/4 on how they'd all be as boyfriends?
Ahhh! No, I haven’t done this before, even though I really should have.
Ashton would be such a supportive and sweet boyfriend. He would always want to keep you out of harm’s way and make sure you had everything you needed and wanted, with the effect of being overprotective at times. He would never want to leave your side, and when he did, he would always be thinking of you. Lingering kisses and the smell of his clothes would always be evident wherever you were.
Luke would be secretly insecure about being with someone, who is independent and possibly more experienced than he is in the world of all things dating, and it would show through his unsure tendencies. He would always be delicate and never come on too strong in fear of what you might do, but you would always reassure that he was perfect in every way–always the balanced amount of mindful and thoughtful. He would grow to be a haven for you and really just extend himself to please you, no matter what.
Michael would put up the front that he didn’t care much for romance or the activities that go along with it, when actually the very essence of you had him wrapped up into a disguised ball of emotional mush. He would call you twice before you went to bed, asking if you got home okay and if you’re safe. He would text and call as often as he could, just to ask stupid questions in order to hear your voice. He would be beyond smitten, and he would always want to hold you whenever the two of you were alone.
Calum would always have your best interest in mind, constantly open and willing to talk to you about anything. He would be steady and confident–ready to do anything for you. Even spending time with his friends, he would shoot you a text and check how your night was going, and i he needed to come rescue you from any incoming or non-threatening danger. He would give you as much time and dedication as he does with the things that he loves most and is most passionate about.
I worry some of you still have not really met Jesus — one to one — you and Jesus alone. We may spend time in chapel — but have you seen with the eyes of your soul how he looks at you with love? Do you really know the living Jesus — not from books but from being with him in your heart? Have you heard the loving words he speaks to you?
Ask for the grace; he is longing to give it. Until you can hear Jesus in the silence of your own heart, you will not be able to hear him saying, “I thirst” in the hearts of the poor. Never give up this daily intimate contact with Jesus as the real living person — not just the idea. How can we last even one day without hearing Jesus say, “I love you” — impossible. Our soul needs that as much as the body needs to breathe the air. If not, prayer is dead — meditation only thinking. Jesus wants you each to hear him — speaking in the silence of your heart.
Be careful of all that can block that personal contact with the living Jesus. The devil may try to use the hurts of life, and sometimes our own mistakes, to make you feel it is impossible that Jesus really loves you, is really cleaving to you. This is a danger for all of us. And so sad, because it is completely opposite of what Jesus is really wanting, waiting to tell you. Not only that he loves you, but even more — he longs for you. He misses you when you don’t come close. He thirsts for you. He loves you always, even when you don’t feel worthy.
When not accepted by others, even by yourself sometimes — he is the one who always accepts you. My children, you don’t have to be different for Jesus to love you. Only believe — you are precious to him. Bring all you are suffering to his feet — only open your heart to be loved by him as you are. He will do the rest.
“Soon this will all feel like a distant dream. Until then, may you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber,” you mutter out and, like a fly, Negan drops to the floor with the rest…the ones that don’t need their heads replaced, that is. Whoever gave Negan the narrative of killing via bat really didn’t have the tech’s workload in mind.
A few hours, cosmetic fixes, and memory wipe later and you were finishing up your report on Negan’s updated status while he sat in the corner, set to sleep mode. Then you heard the chair scratch the floor.
“What the fuck?!” His voice boomed, terror and rage mixing.
You freeze, eyes going to the reflective glass, before grabbing the tablet to try and get him back to sleep. He doesn’t. He gets up, goes for an IV pole…which is as good as a metal bat with his swing.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
You shoot out of your chair and slip around his approach, hands up. “May you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber!”
“The fuck is that fuckin’ shit supposed to fuckin’ mean?!”
“Negan, please, I’m here to help!”
His name gets him to pause, but the pole’s still ready to crack your skull. “Where the fuck am I?”
“…Hospital.” You improvise.
“The fuck am I naked as fuck?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“One of your…caretakers.” Negan’s grip starts to relax, you smile encouragingly. “Please, just…put the pole down, okay? You don’t wanna hurt me…You don’t hurt women.”
“Unless I fuckin’ gotta and fuckin’ maybe I fuckin’ do.” His eyes flick around, then narrow. “This fuckin’ place ain’t a fuckin’ hospital…wherever in the fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fucking hell am I?”
Your mind blanks; his grip re-tightens as he brings the pole back and all the things that brought you to this last moment flash before your eyes.
The crack reverberates throughout the room, the hall, as the bullet hits Negan dead center in the head. You look over and see security at the door, annoyed look on his face. “Jesus fucking Christ, you have to keep them in sleep mode the whole time they’re here!”
“I know that!” Your voice shakes in agitation.
“Right…whatever…just file a fucking report because I sure as Hell am going to.”
I don’t reply, just look back at Negan crumpled on the floor, pole still in hand. He seems so surprised…and scared.
Okay, so this is the other side of my playing with The Walking Dead/Westworld crossover. Same basic concept - Westworld’s Dr Ford has made another/different park, this one similar to The Walking Dead - only I made the reader a tech instead of a guest. I do have a generally wider concept: Host!Negan slowly becomes more self-aware with the help of the reader and, obviously, issues arise, haha! But, again, I’m not sure who else would be into this and where I’d find the time so, I don’t know, maybe this’ll be just a “for shits and giggles” side project or something…whether it’s this version or reader-as-guest version (not sure which I’ll run with yet).
(Simon’s in there because Steven Ogg is actually in Westworld so, ya know, perfect picture is perfect, lol!)
I remember you and I talking about this issue before we started season 7. And you asked, “What’s the storyline that you’re anticipating the most from the graphic novel?” And it was absolutely the Negan-Carl stuff. When I first read it, I remember just getting excited, you know what I mean? It’s such a weird relationship the two of them have, and then in talking to [showrunner Scott M. Gimple] and hearing him do interviews, he’d kind of tease, “Oh, it may be with another character, it may not be with Carl.” And I remember hearing that going, “Oh, no, what are they going to do? I really want the Negan-Carl stuff!”
So when we got to episode 7 this year and I read it, I remember being almost gleeful to have the opportunity to relive that issue and those moments and have him sing. And to have Carl busting out with the machine gun at the compound was a pretty cool moment. And my friend Rosemary Rodriguez directed the episode as well, so that was a pretty exciting time.
Jeffrey Dean Morgan talking about the Negan/Carl relationship (x)