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Summary: Miranda needs a gynecologist to refill her birth control and finds Dr. Negan Morgan. Lots of awkwardness ensues when she realizes her new doctor is sex on legs.
Characters: Negan X OC
Warnings: language, sexual themes
Beta: No beta, I just wrote this shit up and posted it. Sorry if there’s mistakes.
A/N: I wrote this for @prettyepiic 1K Writing Challenge. It’s the first challenge I ever attempted so I was really excited about this and I hope you like it. It’s pretty tame, just a couple sexual themes. I didn’t go all smutty with this one ;)
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Summary: Negan finds a young woman named J crying in the hallway and does what he could to turn that frown upside down.
Characters: Negan X OC
Warnings: language, lots of fluffy fluff(like seriously what did I just write?)
Beta: No beta, I just wrote this shit up and posted it. Sorry if there’s mistakes.
A/N: I wrote this for our very lovely @crzcorgi who’s going through some hard times and needed a little pick me up. I don’t know if this is what you were looking for but this is what I came up with and I really hope it helps. If you need to talk, I’m always here for you love <3
Summary: Negan gets a surprise he’s not too sure about but Miranda can be persuasive when she wants something.
Characters: Negan X OC
Warnings: language(i mean that goes without saying right?) sex toys, anal, pegging
Beta: my best girl @m-icro
A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted on here and I’m pretty proud of it. I got the inspiration from a fic I read called Non-NEGotiable by @217fanfic and this kinda just poured out of me. I’m tagging whoever I think MIGHT be into it but I totally get if this is not your thing.
Also, thank you to my bestie @m-icro for reading this first and giving me the confidence to post it.
I was reading this and thinking it seemed familiar, then I looked in the notes and realised I've read it before 😂 I love this. It's hilarious and filthy, my favourite combination ❤
Just wanted to say that I completely understand your feelings on writing and feedback. It’s hard to keep motivation going but I had to let you know how much I love your work. Your version of Negan is one of my favorites! I really hope inspiration hits you again because you’re very talented. Hang in there and know that there are those of us out there who enjoy what you work so hard to publish! 💜💜💜
Thank you, I really appreciate this. It’s not that I’ve run out of inspiration, it’s just that there’s nothing pushing me to write at the moment. I’ve had thousands of reads on other sites, but people just don’t leave comments. In fact, people only tend to leave comments when the fic isn’t going the way they wanted, or if it hasn’t been updated they scream ‘UPDATE!!’ I used to update frequently, normally on a weekly basis, but it just isn’t worth sacrificing my free time for barely any feedback. I know that probably sounds needy, but other fanfic writers probably feel exactly the same. ❤
I know plenty of writers who feel the same. It’s not being needy, it just is what it is. I’m sorry you’re not getting more feedback. I know it’s a shitty feeling. I wish I knew why people don’t comment like they used to.
I understand people don't always know what to say, I know when I started reading fanfic I was the same. But even a few words are better than nothing. I also used to get confused when writers complained that they didn't get enough feedback, yet their post would have 500+ notes. But when you actually take a proper look, it's normally 480 likes, 18 reblogs, and 2 comments. I get that sometimes people don't reblog if their page is dedicated to something else, but 480 likes and only 2 of those people leave comments? If you've read something then you really should be leaving a comment.
Just wanted to say that I completely understand your feelings on writing and feedback. It’s hard to keep motivation going but I had to let you know how much I love your work. Your version of Negan is one of my favorites! I really hope inspiration hits you again because you’re very talented. Hang in there and know that there are those of us out there who enjoy what you work so hard to publish! 💜💜💜
Thank you, I really appreciate this. It's not that I've run out of inspiration, it's just that there's nothing pushing me to write at the moment. I've had thousands of reads on other sites, but people just don't leave comments. In fact, people only tend to leave comments when the fic isn't going the way they wanted, or if it hasn't been updated they scream 'UPDATE!!' I used to update frequently, normally on a weekly basis, but it just isn't worth sacrificing my free time for barely any feedback. I know that probably sounds needy, but other fanfic writers probably feel exactly the same. ❤
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Wait.. does that mean you're not writin broken anymore?? I'll be so sad 😢 I love broken sm. And screw that last anon they're so rude
Never say never, but it isn't looking promising, anon. I haven't written a single thing since the last chapter, and right now I have no plans to. That makes me a bit sad really, because I love that story too, and it deserves finishing. The annoying thing about the last anonymous ask, is that they're most likely a reader of mine that's annoyed I haven't updated yet. But rather than be like "Ooh! Maybe I should go back through her fic and leave a nice comment or two." They'd rather just leave some bullshit comment in my ask box, perhaps thinking it'll make me feel bad enough to write. Well, fuck them.
So you expect comments? How about just writing because you enjoy it?
Without sounding entitled, yeah, I kinda do. I mean, it'd be nice. I get that some people are a bit shy or they don't know what to say, but even a 'that was a great chapter' or 'holy shit!' Or some other kind of reaction would be cool. I've been writing fanfic for just over two years now, and I've written 7 different series fics, and about 33 short stories. When I first started, I was going off the adrenaline of writing fanfic for the first time, and views/reads were more than enough to encourage me to keep going. But now it just isn't enough. I've kinda lost my passion for it, and the only thing that kept me going was comments, which compared to how many reads I get, is not enough. Here..
Maybe a lot of those views are bots? But it's similar numbers on other sites I post on. So, to answer your question, I just don't enjoy it as much as I used to, and there aren't any comments pushing me to keep going. I do get some lovely comments from time to time, but the majority are 'UPDATE!!!' I'm gonna spend my time trying to massively improve my grammar, and perhaps write something original that might actually justify the time I spend writing.
Okay, so this is my first try writing in the third person….idk if it works or if it’s any good 🤷♀️
It’s REAL short, just 531 words because I wasn’t quite sure where to take it and if it was even working 🤔
I guess I just kinda wanted to put it out there and see if anyone had anything to say about it!
Let me know what y’all think 😘
Fuck! What is that?!
He turned his head, following the scent of whatever had just moved past him. Thigh high boots, legs for days and such a peach of an ass that his dick twitched in his pants met his lustful gaze.
She had perched herself on a stool, about 10 feet away from him and was ordering herself a drink. Moving off his own stool, he slipped up beside her.
“I got that. And another whisky thanks.” Nodding at the bartender, he took out his wallet and paid for the drinks.
Looking over at the hot little thing beside him, he smiled. The special smile that he knew had gotten him into more than a few pairs of panties before and held out his hand.
“Hi. I’m Negan.”
Placing her hand in Negan’s for him to kiss, she spoke, in a sweet, delicate voice, “Candy. Thank you for the drink……Negan.”
The seductive pause before she said his name, and the flutter of her eyelashes, told him she was well versed in the art of picking up men. Excellent. This should be easy.
As Negan kissed the back of her hand, Candy felt her nipples harden under the thin material of her camisole top. Okay. This dude is ticking ALL the boxes for tonight’s lay. She’d clocked him as soon as she’d walked out of the restroom, the silver in his beard glistening in the artificial light of the bar. From behind, the broadness of his shoulders had instantly piqued her interest. Her desire for manly men never seemed to waver. No matter how many men she had, if someone caught her eye, she simply could not let it go unnoticed.
“So Negan, what brings you here tonight?”
“Honestly doll? I’ve had a shitter of a day, and I needed a little wind down before going home. You?”
He had a feeling she was the kind of girl who hung out in bars pretty much every night. But hey, who was he to judge? He’d take a different girl every night if he had the time.
“Oh, I came out with one of my girlfriends, but she’s taken off already. I wasn’t in the mood to go home yet. And well. I must say….Negan….I’m kinda glad I hung around….”
The way her tongue curled around his name, as she rested her hand high up on his thigh, made his dick twitch again. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Placing his hand over hers, he leaned forward a little, and pushed a piece of soft, chocolate brown hair back behind her ear, making sure his fingertips lingered on her skin. Just as her eyelids fluttered closed, he ghosted his fingers along her jawline and under her chin, gently bringing his thumb up across her plump pink lips before pulling away.
“How about we drink up, and get the hell out of here? My car is outside, you hungry?”
“Not for food.” Candy said, with a flutter of her eyelashes.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
“It’s a good job you’re hot sweetheart, with shitty lines like that! Maybe we can give that mouth of yours something to keep it busy, huh?!”
This is awesome! I love a good third person fic, and you write as if you've always written that way, well done 👏 The tension in this first chapter is so hot! 🔥💜
No, anon. In fact, I'm thinking of taking a break from writing fanfic and perhaps focusing on writing some original stuff. Fanfic is fun, but it's also hard as you're literally doing it for nothing but comments, and quite often I don't get many of those. Don't get me wrong, I get good numbers when it comes to reads. If I had one comment for every ten readers I'd be a happy bunny, but that doesn't happen. I swear, I've even did a request one time (not on Tumblr) and once it was complete the person who requested it didn't even leave a comment. They did inbox me a little love heart, but that was all. Sorry for ranting. Thanks for the ask, anon ❤
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Okay I really hope this doesn’t come off as arrogant or greedy but
Fanfic writers don’t get the credit they deserve.
These people literally bring fandoms to life. They spend countless hours working, writing, reading and re-reading just so fans can enjoy their favourite ships. And they don’t get anything from it themselves. They don’t make money, they don’t gain fame, and they don’t do it for jobs. They do it because they love that fandom, but everyone needs motivation sometimes, you know?
So the fact that people no longer really bother to comment on fics - which usually takes all of one minute to do, after writers spend days writing fics - really makes me sad because it’s like fans are taking writers’ work for granted.
So please show some support. You have no idea how happy authors get when they see a new message on their inbox from someone commenting on their stories. It can literally make their day and will motivate them to keep writing.
Give a little back to the people who work so hard to make fandoms more blissful and fulfilling for us.
(Link to masterlist is in my bio under ' Ultimate Negan Masterlist')
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"What happened to Carol's husband?"
Negan and Eve sit beside the fire, his arm curled round her waist as she rests her head against his shoulder.
"He lost his life just before the war with the Whisperers started."
"Was it that Alpha you talked about?"
He nods. "Carl fell for her daughter, so when the Hilltop gave Lydia back to the Whisperers, he went after her like a lovesick fucking puppy. Obviously Rick went looking for him. Alpha told Rick to keep his people off her land. On his way back, Alpha had marked the border by sticking heads on pikes."
Eve turns to him, her eyes wide. "Really?"
"Really, sweetheart. Ezekiel was one of them."
"That must've been awful. Was there anyone you knew on those pikes?"
"Rosita. I mean, we weren't exactly fucking besties, in fact, if my head had been up there you could guran-fucking-tee Rosita would've been fucking thanking Alpha. But, she was a good woman, complete and utter fucking badass, that, and she was pregnant." Negan shakes his head. "Now that was fucking shitty."
"So, you guys found a common enemy, and that brought you together."
"It did. Everyone stepped the fuck up. Things had been strained between the communities, especially with the Sanctuary."
"I can imagine why."
Negan strokes the top of her head. "Yeah, I'm sure you can, sweetheart. But they earned their place within the communities during that war, they fought just as much as everyone else did."
"Is Alpha the only woman you've killed?" Eve asks.
Negan stares into the fire, his hand squeezing her waist. "I.. there may have been some during the war. I mean, it was hard to tell who the fuck was who or what under those meat suits."
"But she was the only one you knowingly killed?"
Negan swallows thickly. "No. There was another, but that was a long time ago."
"I'm guessing you don't wanna talk about it."
"No, not right now."
"That's okay." She smiles, turning to him and stroking his cheek. Eve kisses him chastely, his beard tickling the tips of her fingers. She turns back to the fire and rests her head against his chest. "You think we'll get much more snow?"
"Eugene said we probably won't get much more, and Eugene is one smart motherfucker. It's gonna be cold though." Negan furrows his brows. "I'm curious. How the fuck did you make it out there during the winter?"
"With great difficulty. I'd normally find some barn and settle in for the winter. Burn and eat whatever I could find. Last winter was the hardest though, there was a blizzard, and the temperature dropped so low that I couldn't even go outside to pee."
"Shit, I remember that. Were you far from here?"
"Probably not. I never really ventured far from here, now that I think about it. Just far enough so that I didn't get bothered by people." Eve sits up a little. "You know what I realised when we got back from our supply run?"
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"That I've seen Daryl before."
Negan raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
She nods. "It was last winter. I'd been staying in a barn, probably about twenty miles or so from here. I was almost starving. Luckily there was plenty to drink what with the snow, but food was scarce. Even the bugs seemed to be hibernating from the cold. So I went out, hoping to catch a bird or something. I saw a dead rabbit in a trap. I'd wanted to set up some traps like that myself, but I'd been way too cold, so I'd just chosen keeping warm over eating. I found about five rabbits all set in different traps, so I took them back to the barn. Half way back there, I heard a snap, and then someone swearing. I hid, and then when I looked up I saw him. I didn't really see his face, just his hair, which was much longer then. I remember looking at his crossbow and thinking that it'd be a cool weapon to have, and that all I'd have to do is kill him to get it." Eve clears her throat. "Anyway, I didn't do that, obviously. He just swore, and then he seemed to jump the tiniest bit, as if something had spooked him. Maybe he knew I was there?" Eve shrugs her shoulders. "But then he just cursed to himself and walked off."
Negan squeezes her shoulder, his jaw clenching a little.
"What's wrong? Are you jealous of Daryl?"
He turns to her with a smile, his eyes a little glassy. "No, sweetheart. Well.. sometimes I am, just a little. But it's not that. It just.. it makes me sad, thinking about you being out there alone."
"Well, I'm not alone now." Eve smiles.
"No, you're not." He says. "So what made you realise you'd seen him before?"
"His winter clothes. He was wearing the same thing when we went out on a run the other day. With that and his crossbow, I realised it was him."
"I wish you'd come across me instead."
Eve turns to him, her lips creeping up in the corners. "Trust me, you don't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He frowns.
"I would've probably viewed you as a threat out there."
Negan pouts a little. "You saying you would've taken me out? Because that's kinda hurting my fucking feelings, sweetheart."
Eve shuffles into his lap, brushing her nose against his cheek. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying."
"Even with me being as cute as I am?"
"Who says you're cute?" She teases.
"Everyone thinks I'm fucking cute, even if they don't say it. I mean, have you seen these fuckers." Negan points at the dimples on his cheeks. "No fucker can resist these bad boys."
Eve giggles and buries her head in the crook of his arm. "Even so, I wouldn't have found them so cute back then."
"Yeah. I forget how you were when we first brought you here."
"I wish I could forget," Eve whispers.
Negan strokes her arm. "You hungry?" He asks, changing the subject.
"Yeah. I wanna cook though."
"I'll not fucking argue, sweetheart." He smiles.
~
Negan salivates as he eyes the dining room table. Eve had gone all out, even making bread rolls to go with the casserole.
"Listen, sweetheart. I know I said I was hungry, but this is too much even for me. You trying to fatten me up or some shit?" He asks as she walks in with a few plates and cutlery.
"Well, you could do with putting on a few pounds." She smiles. "But no."
Negan raises an eyebrow as she sets a third plate at the table.
"I'm sorry, are we expecting company?"
"I erm.. asked Daryl to join us."
Negan stares at her with his mouth hung open a little. "You're shitting me?" Eve shakes her head in reply. "What the fuck would you wanna do that for?"
"Because he's been nice to me, in fact, he's been nice to both of us."
"You know he fucking hates me, right?"
"Which is why I invited him to dinner. Baby steps."
Negan runs a hand over his beard and slumps into one of the chairs. "I'm not that hungry now."
"He might not come," Eve says.
He looks up at her, seeming to perk up a little. "You're right, I mean, why the fuck would he?" Negan stretches out a hand towards the bread rolls and Eve slaps it lightly.
"Greedy. Let me serve dinner first."
Negan smirks and rests his hand against the table.
"You know, this is good actually. Because the odds on him turning up are slim to fucking none, and that means more food for-" Negan flinches and clenches his jaw as someone knocks on the door. "Fuck fucking sake," he mumbles under his breath.
"Will you get that, I've gotta get some more stuff from the kitchen."
Negan reluctantly gets up from the table and makes his way to the door. It's cold out, and Negan breaks out in goosebumps as he opens the door. "Daryl." He nods.
Daryl stands on the porch, shaking his long hair from his face. "I only came 'cause she asked," he barely mumbles. "Didn't wanna tell her no since she never asked people over before."
Negan sighs and steps aside. "Come in.. make yourself at home."
~
Negan watches with mild disgust as Daryl shovels food into his mouth as if he were a garbage can.
"Jesus, don't you know how to fucking chew?"
Eve kicks him beneath the table and throws him a cold stare.
Daryl wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand then grabs a bread roll. "This is good."
"Thanks." Eve smiles.
Negan clears his throat. "Yeah, it really is, sweetheart."
"So, Daryl. How long have you known Carol?" Eve asks.
"Since the beginning."
"Wow! I bet there's few people can say that." Eve turns to Negan. "We should take Carol up on her offer and go to the trade fair once the weather's warmed up."
Negan drums his fingers against the table. "We'll see."
"You don't wanna go?"
"I.. I'm not sure I'd be welcome there," Negan says.
"Carol said otherwise," Eve points out.
"Carol was just being nice." Negan plays with his food.
"I doubt that. If she didn't think you'd be welcome then she would have said so. I think it'd be nice to go."
"If Negan don't wanna go then I'll take ya'," Daryl says through a mouthful of food.
Negan's eyes widen. "Woah, I didn't say I wouldn't go." He tries hard not to clench his fist, knowing full well that Eve will notice. "We can go. Just don't expect folks to be happy to see me." Eve rests her hand against his, and Negan relaxes a little at her touch.
Daryl quickly clears his plate. He watches Negan and Eve, feeling torn between wanting to get up and leave now he'd finished his meal, and wanting to find another way to make Negan feel uncomfortable. "I gotta go," he says as he gets up from his chair.
"No, so soon?" Negan asks in mock disappointment.
"Really, you can't stay a little longer?" Eve asks.
Daryl shakes his head. "Nah, I got stuff ta do. Thanks though. I ain't had a good meal like that in a long time."
Negan gets up quickly from his chair. "I'll see you out."
"Thanks for coming," Eve says.
Daryl nods and heads for the door. As he steps out onto the porch Negan steps out with him and closes the door behind them. Daryl stares at him from behind his hair.
"Can I ask you something?"
Daryl shrugs. "Rather ya' didn't, but I'm sure you're gonna."
Negan lets out a deep breath. "Did you come here just to make me uncomfortable?"
Daryl huffs a little. "You would think that."
"So what is it then? You fucking sweet on her or something? Because I can't think of any other fucking reason for you to come here when you can't fucking stand me. So is that it, Daryl?"
Daryl chews on his lip. "It's always gotta be somethin' with you. Course you'd think I only want her for one thing, but it ain't like that."
"Then what is it like? Because I can't lose her, Daryl," Negan says a little needily.
Daryl relaxes a little and looks down at his boots. "She could use a friend.. an' so could I."
Negan stares at him in bemusement. "You've got fucking tons of friends. Everyone likes you here, you're practically a fucking God to them, especially when you show up with a bag full of squirrels or whatever the fuck it is you come back with from a hunt."
"I get her.. what she's been through. I know it ain't the same, not even close, but we're both survivors." Daryl continues looking at his boots. "I ain't sweet on her, it ain't like that. I just know how hard it is for her.. openin' up ta people. I ain't got the heart ta tell her no."
"Oh." Negan looks down at his own feet, feeling rather awkward. "I erm.. I'm sorry. I just, I get a little jealous. Old habits die hard I guess."
Daryl shrugs. "Whatever." He turns and heads down the steps.
Negan steps forward. "Thanks for coming round, Daryl. It put a smile on Eve's face, and I appreciate that."
“Ew you’re an adult why are you in fandom”
Kid, if being mocked for fandom shit wasn’t enough to stop me when I was an actual 15 year old, hearing it from a 15 year old when I’m 30 is genuinely hilarious
It is kind of amusing when teenagers think their highschool peer pressure shit is going to work on adults. Like, lol you have no power here fetus. My mortgage is a bigger emotional threat to me than you are.
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Love the ending to wanna be yours even though it was sad, it needed to be done. That tie in at the end though. Negan in broken is like a completely different man. Is that because of what happened with Sarah?
I'd say that's a big part of it. What happened forced him to be more aware of how his actions affect others, I mean, if he didn't learn something from what happened then he'd pretty much be a lost cause. Also, a lot of time has passed, a lot of which he spent staring at four walls, so that changed him. But he has genuinely fallen for Eve, so he was never going to treat her the same way he treated Sarah, that and realising what his men had done to her. Thanks for the ask, anon ❤