no more words in my mouth

He knows every wound inside me, every scar that hasn’t healed, every demon that keeps me up at night and yet, he still kisses my mouth like I’m something holy and pure. If that doesn’t prove magic exists, I do not know what does.
—  Nikita Gill, More Poems About Steve
New Adventures - Chapter 11

Synopsis: You are back at the Sanctuary, and Negan decides it’s time for your punishment for jumping the gates. For you, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers! :D


Characters: Negan, Elizabeth (My OC)

Word Count: 2,056

Warnings: Negan’s dirty mouth, smut, fluff, NSFW

*Don’t forget to read the previous chapters!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Returning to the Sanctuary was one of the best feelings you’d had in a long time. Negan left you to his room to get cleaned up; he had other things he needed to attend to before he could be done for the day.

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anonymous asked:

I need more high school au! Ha ha, I hope you do update it though. At first I was a bit suspicious on the words "high school" since most au's like that are cringy but I really like this one

This…is such a damn compliment lolol I feel the same way?? Like, no offense or anything and I don’t read a ton of fanfic to begin with but like you said, “high school” just leaves a cringy taste in my mouth…

I’m not perfect by any means but I’m trying to make it…not so…….you know…anyway, thank you!!! I will be updating it. I split this chapter up for length issues but I already have the next chapter in my head and ready to be typed so it makes it easy :)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.