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[neganandblake]

Who has two thumbs and is thinking about getting back into writing her Negan and Blake ‘Peaches’ fic…👀

[ravenrose18]

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[starlessskies94]

Gone for Good. (Negan/BlakeAU)

So a few days ago the lovely @scarletthart96 asked if I could do a second part to my other oneshot ‘Gone, Lost and Forever Broken’ so here it is...I reworked this with an old piece of writing I did years ago because I feel like the tone was very similar to what I was going for. I just hope it’s not terrible. @neganandblake I hurt your babies again I’m sorry but I’m big on the angst :D hehe <3 @scarletthart96 I hope this is okay for what you had in mind and doesn’t disappoint <3

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Gone for Good.

 It was that time of year again and everyone was thankful for the break. Christmas had quickly come and gone and the invites had soon after been sent out, just like last year and the year before. The room buzzed with life as music flowed through the speakers along with the joyful sound of everyone that had attended. Families, friends and colleagues danced, sang and drank away the last minutes of the year that they were about to leave behind. 

The colourful decorations filled the room along with balloons that had somehow floated up towards the ceiling, as they watched the happy crowds celebrate below them. Voices hummed into one another until it was too loud to hear yourself think. As the booze continued to flow so did the conversation. Simon’s New Year's Eve party was always something to talk about the next morning. The laughs and joyful banter echoing throughout the room, with smiles on guest's faces proving that they were clearly having a good time.

That is... all but one. The lonely man that stood silently watching the celebration from afar. Taking a deep breath, he fiddled with the empty champagne glass in his hand while the other stayed in his pocket as he leaned with his back against the wall.

They'd been fighting a lot over the last couple of months. Thinking back now he couldn't even remember what it was about. Separating seemed like the right thing to do for them at the time. But standing here in a crowd of people without her, he'd never felt more alone. More than once he'd been approached by someone, whether it be a colleague wishing him a happy new year or a friend offering a word or two of comfort. Each time he'd been the same, forcing a small smile of thanks before retreating back to his corner away from the crowds. Silly of him to think that going would've lifted his spirits. If anything it broke his fragile heart even more.

For a second a genuine smile found him as he watched his friends enjoying themselves. Arat trying to convince Simon to dance, each time managing to get him to the dance floor before he'd chicken out and head back to their table. But his smile quickly faded as he silently prayed that she could be here too. Having fun and smiling. God he missed her smile… He missed her.

As the last few seconds slipped away, he was given another glass to toast the New Year. People gathered on the dance floor ready to welcome a new start.

He watched couples come together as the lights dimmed and the music faded into united chants counting down the seconds.

In that moment he felt numb. Foolish. She should be here, she should be stood here in his arms welcoming the New Year they were supposed to spend together. But it was all over now, all gone and he couldn't understand why.

With each second he felt another crack in his heart as it ached calling out for her.

TEN!

NINE!

He should have fought, should have held on…but he didn't.

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

Did she miss him too? Was she as miserable and heartbroken as he was? He couldn't know but he knew he needed to see her.

SIX!

FIVE!

Maybe they could fix it. Whatever went wrong, maybe they still had a chance. But how can you fix something when you don't know what caused it to break?

FOUR!

THREE!

He was tired. Tired of being alone, having to live without her. He just couldn't do it anymore. He needed to see her, just to hear her voice again.

TWO!

ONE!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cheers and laughter filled the room as a shower of confetti fell from the ceiling. Kisses and hugs were exchanged between couples and friends as they toasted to the New Year. Downing his drink, he quickly rushed out the building bursting out onto the sidewalk as he hailed down a taxi.

Traveling through the city streets, he glanced out the window to see the city alive with celebration. Every restaurant, club; all bubbling with well-wishers and party goers. His nerves ran high as his hands trembled with anticipation. Pulling up at her apartment building he jumped out of the car, racing up the stairs before coming face to face with her front door.

He didn't hesitate as he knocked. Clenching his hands and tapping his feet impatiently as he waited while panting for lost breath.

The door slowly opened to reveal her standing there in her casual wear with a look of confusion in her eyes. She glanced at him stood in her doorway dressed in his suit, panting like he'd just run a marathon.

“Negan…what are you-"

"I can't do this! Okay I'm sorry! I'm sorry for all the fighting, I'm sorry I'm so goddamn stubborn. I'm sorry for whatever went wrong!” He stuttered, every word tumbling from his mouth before he could stop to breathe.

He took a hold of her hands; his grip gentle but tight. She could feel them trembling as he continued, his every word rushed and breathless; he’d more or least rehearsed this in his head during the drive over. But standing here, now right in front of the woman he was so afraid to lose again…the words held new weight that he could feel in every heartbeat.

“All I know is that I want to fix this, I can't just walk away Peaches. It's too hard. I know we said that being apart was for the best but it's killing me. I can't stand the thought of you hating me because of all this.” He said desperately. Blake moved to speak but Negan stopped her. His hands squeezing hers a little harder. “You want to yell? Cry? Call me names? Hell fucking throw things at me?! That's fine, I'll take it. But don't give up on this, don't give up me. Please!"

She didn't say anything. Not even the words he'd wanted to hear. Instead with tear-stained cheeks she stepped back towards her door. Her hands untangling themselves from his grip.

“Negan…I…I can’t…”Blake paused. Both their eyes moving to rest on the jacket and boots laid in her hallway. Negan faltered, his breath catching in his throat.

Of course she was seeing someone else. It had been months since they’d broken up, what had he expected? She wasn’t happy with him and never would be and it high time Negan realized and accepted that.

“Shit Peaches…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have- Fuck!” He cursed himself for being so goddamn stupid to actually think that she’d want him back. His blood ran cold, heartbeat echoing in his ears as he backed away from the door.

“I shouldn’t have come here…I’m sorry.” He held back the tears; refusing to cry in front of her. He didn’t by any means feel strong enough to try but he’d damn well pretend for the sake of his pride.

Looking at her now. Blake wasn’t his anymore and he’d been missing the woman that didn’t exist. She’d changed. And he’d been chasing memories, mourning a love that didn’t exist anymore.

He saw the look in her eyes. The pity in those deep green orbs and for a moment he hated her for it. He didn’t want her fucking pity and hated himself for embarrassing himself like this. For being so damn weak for something Blake didn’t even want anymore.

It wasn’t fair. On either of them.

“I should go, I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Negan, please don’t go…” Blake begged, once against passing the threshold to comfort him; her heart breaking as he flinched away.

“No it’s okay…it was a mistake coming here…Happy New Year Peac-Blake.”

With that Negan left, never once looking back. But Blake watched him leave and with every agonizing second she was desperate to call him back. To hold him, kiss him again. Tell him she was sorry, that she wanted to fix everything just as much as he did. But she didn’t.

Instead Blake retreated to the quiet isolation of her lonely apartment, the New Year celebrations playing out on the muted TV screen that illuminated her living room. And with silent tears, the blonde moved to pick up her vibrating cell phone. Sniffling away the ache in her chest as watery eyes read the text from a man that didn’t deserve her. Didn’t treat her right and certainly didn’t love her as much as Negan ever would.

David. She felt sick the more she thought about it. The man would never be satisfied with anything she did. She would never be good enough in his eyes. And yet she’d had stayed. Put it with everything he did and said, never once striking back.

There was no going back now that Negan knew. No chance to explain. To tell him that by losing him; had she then realized how much she loved him. That the love was still there…

He’d been gone mere seconds and Blake already missed him. This was their second chance and she had let it walk out and leave her alone. And this time she had a feeling he was gone for good.

[a-distantdreamer]

Home Sweet Home 3 - Inbetween (Negan & Blake AU)

Hey guys! I wrote a little AU mini-series for Negan and Blake ( @neganandblake ‘s OC). It briefly explores their growing family as they adjust to parenthood.

Thank you as always to the beautiful @neganandblake / @likearaindropfilledwithgoldust for her ongoing support for my writing and for letting me use her gorgeous OC’s. I just adore writing about Negan and Blake!

Please let me know your thoughts, like and reblog if you can! Your feedback means the world to me. Also if you’d like to be tagged in the future parts of this mini-fic let me know by commenting or dropping me a message xoxo

Read Home Sweet Home 1 - Mia HERE

Read Home Sweet Home 2 - Isla HERE

Three - Inbetween

“Honey, I’m home!” Negan bellowed, laughing at his own joke as he shut the front door behind him.

Toeing off his shoes, he groaned as his back pulled painfully.

Aching from repeatedly demonstrating the proper way to pitch a baseball to an ignorant group of students that afternoon had somewhat taken it out of him.

Little shits will pay for it tomorrow in laps.

“DADDDDDDYYYYYYYY!”

Negan immediately straightened, pain forgotten and grinning from ear to ear as a familiar sight greeted him.

Mia came round the corner first, long, straight brown hair flowing around her shoulders and he floral sundress flapping around her skinny legs. At four, his little Beansprout was already taking a massive stretch.

Her little sister, Isla, followed close behind on less steady feet. Almost eighteen months old, she was already walking independently, something which amazed Negan every single day. His little Bug was getting much too big for his liking.

“My girls,” he cooed, crouching down to greet them both as they barrelled into him.

He enveloped his strong arms around them as they clung to his white t-shirt. Isla’s tiny legs wrapped around his hip and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling in against the stubble. Ever since she was tiny it was her favourite way to be held by her Daddy.

“Hey Bug,” he murmured, kissing her curly hair as he noticed the white and yellow stains on her mint green romper, “You been gettin’ into stuff you shouldn’t have today?”

Isla giggled, “a-da-da-da.”

“She got into the pantry, Daddy,” Mia said somewhat proudly, “wiv the flour and eggs.”

Negan laughed and tickled Mia’s sides, scooping her onto the other hip and standing up with them both. The girls squealed with delight at his strength.

“And, how, little Beansprout did she reach the door handle all by herself?” Negan teased, quirking an eyebrow and grinning at Mia conspiratorially.

The little girl batted her lashes, big brown eyes wide with innocence, “ummmm…”

Negan laughed and shook her head at them both. The sisters were truly partners in crime, Mia passing all of her mischievous tricks onto her little sister as soon as she was old enough to join in.

“Where’s your Mama? Bet the pair of you have worn her out today,” Negan asked, wondering exactly where Blake had gotten to.

With both girls still attached to him, he ventured further into the home, padding through to the open plan living area and kitchen. Cartoons were playing on the TV as an apparent attempt to occupy the two girls. He wondered if they had let Blake have any rest at all by sitting down for at least a moment.

“Peaches…” he called playfully, when he finally spotted her.

She was facing the window, washing colourful plastic cups and plates from the girls’ lunchtime. Her blue dress hugged her slim shoulders and curvaceous waist before flowing down to her knees while her blonde waves sat free around her shoulders, the sides braided back to frame her face.

Blake turned at the sound of his voice and smiled, “oh hey! I heard you come in but I was in the middle of this and figured the welcome party would handle it.”

Negan smirked and sauntered toward her, setting the girls down as he neared. When he got closer, she reached up, cupping his scruffy cheek with her slim hand. Her glittering diamond engagement and wedding rings caught his eye, and he smiled to himself.

“Hey,” she murmured, a faint smile lingering on her rosy lips.

Negan loved the way a faint blush appeared on the apples of her cheeks at the sight of him.

“Hello darlin’” Negan replied, leaning down a little to kiss her, “Wish you had been part of my welcome party too, my love.”

“Someone’s gotta keep this place tickin’ over,” she teased, smoothing down the skirt of her dress over the large roundness of her belly.

“How’s little champ doing today?” Negan queried, resting his hands either side of his wife’s belly.

Blake laughed when she felt the baby respond to his Daddy enthusiastically, rolling and kicking against her at the sound of his voice, “wiggly as always. He’s getting squashed up in there now.”

“He wants to come out and meet his Mama and big sisters, ain’t that right Champ?” Negan murmured fondly, stroking his large thumbs over the spot his son was kicking.

Seeing Blake pregnant again after all the difficulty they’d had in the past brought him such joy and pride in their strength and perseverance. Infertility had the potential to bring a couple to their knees, but they had stayed positive throughout, and were now reaping the benefits of their patience.

The tough months of fertility tests and doctors appointments had brought them to Mia, as they had decided to adopt after being told their chances of conceiving naturally and Blake carrying a baby to full term were slim.

A year and a half after they married, Blake and Negan adopted Mia. It felt like the longest wait in the world for their little family to begin. That’s why when Blake fell pregnant naturally with Isla not even two years later, the pair had been undeniably shocked and overjoyed.

Baby Isla was born in the early hours of a balmy day in July, screaming her head off to announce her arrival and soothe her parent’s worries.

Since then, she had been nothing but a happy, energetic baby who smiled everyday and kept the family on their toes with her tricks, particularly where her big sister was also involved. Negan couldn’t wait until their son could join in too.

“Go easy on your mama little guy,” Negan chastised, feeling a big kick from the baby that made Blake visibly flinch, “You gotta look after Mama. Settle down.”

“I can’t believe I’ve still got two months of this,” Blake huffed, peering down at her body in despair, “I can’t imagine getting any bigger.”

“You’re beautiful,” Negan murmured sincerely, kissing her forehead, “did you rest with the girls today?”

Blake nodded, “an hour or so at nap time. Managed to get a little bit of shut eye before I had to pee for the hundredth time today.”

Negan laughed, before he felt a tugging on the hem of his shorts at his knee. He peered down to see Isla bracing herself against his leg, desperately trying to get his attention.

“Hey baby girl,” he cooed, scooping her up with a groan. Blake noticed his discomfort and rubbed his shoulder when he stood up.

“You need to be careful picking up both girls at once. You don’t want to strain your back again,” she warned, “especially before this baby is born.”

“I won’t,” he said softly, smoothing Isla’s somewhat unruly curls. She grinned at him, nuzzling her head beneath his chin affectionately, “hi sweet girl.”

“We had a mishap with the eggs and flour, didn’t we Bug?” Blake laughed, running her fingers over the yellow stains on Isla’s clothes, “Mia had time out for letting her into the pantry.”

“Looks like baths are needed tonight,” Negan said, spotting a clump of flour nestled among Isla’s dark curls.

He smirked and picked it out before playfully flicking it at Blake, who punched his bicep.

“Ba dada,” Isla chastised, frowning at Negan and placing her chubby hands either side of his face, “no-no-no.”

Negan pouted at her, but Isla continued to frown at him, causing both he and Blake to break into peals of laughter.

“I’m sorry sweet girl,” Negan laughed, managing to catch his breath enough to speak while Blake continued to giggle.

“No no Dada,” Isla continued to chastise him until Negan playfully tossed her into the air, deftly catching her and smothering her face in kisses. Isla burst into hysterical giggles, her chubby hands pressed into Negan’s scruffy cheeks to try and push him away.

“Don’t get her all riled up before bed baby,” Blake warned softly, to which Negan sighed and tweaked Isla’s cheek softly. He passed her over to Blake, who settled Isla around her bump.

“You, my mucky Bug, need a bath,” Blake said, as Isla clung to her like a little koala bear.

She was such a natural with the children. Negan had known from the second he met her that she’d be an amazing mother someday, and she’d proved him right every day since their babies had arrived.

“No bath Mama,” Isla whined, struggling in her mother’s arms a little.

Negan sighed and gently took Isla from Blake, not wanting the toddler’s swinging legs to connect with the precious expanse of Blake’s belly, “Hey Bug. None of that. Mama said it’s bath-time, so it’s bath-time.”

Isla pouted and Negan tickled her ribs, coaxing a grin from her followed by an agitated whine of frustration.

“I’ll take the girls upstairs,” Negan said, trying his best to hold onto the squirming toddler.

Blake laughed and stroked his cheek, “Good luck baby. They’re feisty today.”

“Just like their Mama.”

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[queenslandlover-93]

This is one of my favourite songs and when I started reading a fanfiction story by neganandblake; I sometimes see Negan and Blake while listening to it. 😊

[band--psycho]

band--psycho’s Music Writing Challenge

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Music Writing Challenge Masterlist

(Credit to whoever created this picture)

They say music is what helps inspire people and I was thinking that this would be the perfect way to introduce myself to new music as well as introducing you to new music. So with that thought in mind, I thought I’d host a Music Writing Challenge. As I said in my previous writing challenge, I understand that this may be out of some peoples comfort zones but I would love it if people gave it a go. I hope this challenge not only inspires more experienced writers but also encourages newer writers to take part as well 💖 

The Rules: 

Pick a song and form a story around it. Whether it be a particular lyric, what the song makes you imagine (the scene it creates for you) or it can have the lyrics of the song running alongside the story being written. Make sure that you put the song that you’ve chosen at the top of the post. This challenge will run for a year  (December 31 2020-31st December 2021). 

You are more than welcome to write more than one entry, that’s part of the reason for such a long duration as I know we are all probably discovering new music daily. You can also involve more than one song in your story if you wish to. 

There’s no limit on how many words you fic has to be but if the post is over 500 words please use the keep reading tag.

If you want to take part please let me know! Once your story is complete, tag me in it, if for some reason you cannot tag me send me a message to let me know.

Even if you don’t feel like taking part I would still appreciate it if you could reblog this post.

I will also be taking part in this challenge. A masterlist will be updated when a new entry is given. 

Lastly, don’t give any hate for the song/genre that people choose!

You can choose any characters from these fandoms:

Harry Potter

Marauders

Marvel 

Star Wars

The Hobbit/ LOTR

The Walking Dead

Sons of Anarchy

Suits

Supernatural

Maze Runner

The Vampire Diaries/ The originals

His Dark Materials

If you have a particular character that is not in any of these fandoms you can still write something for them, just let me know what Tv show / movie they are from.

Genre You are allowed to choose any song from any genre.  Your can also choose any genre for your fic.

Just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has supported me and my work this year! I cannot express how grateful I am! Thank you all so much! 💖 

Also, happy new year everyone!!!

Tagging People Who Might Be Interested:

@little-diable @rebelwrites @hotdamnhunnam @darthwheezely @whiz-bangs78 @probably-peeves @dumble-daddy @dumbassunderthemountain @miss-nori85 @xbreezymeadowsx @sweeterthanthis @fizzyxcustard @gwen-ever @loony-loopy-lupinn @xdsockmonkey @negans-lucille-tblr @neganandblake @thewalkingdead-imagines @cockslut-padalecki @you-a-southpaw-doll​ @edonaspanca​ @savior-adriana @xacatapelsyx

[warriorqueen1991]

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Harvey Russell x ofc

Notes: holy shit. It has been forever since I've posted anything and it feels so good to finally give ya'll somethin'. I hope you guys love it and please let me know what you think, and of course let me know if you'd like to be tagged 😁😁❤❤❤

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Russell let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his mouth, sliding his keys into the lock as he bit his lip. 

Him and his girl Serenity had been through a bit of a rough patch the last few days, with him always gone and her riding his ass about being committed to their relationship. 

He was trying, he really was.

But he was worn thin. 

Everything would be ok.

Pushing through the door he spotted her pulling the curtains behind the couch, Serenity was the love of his life. No matter what happened, as long as he could come home to her…

Flicking the lights on and off he chuckled as she whipped around, her hands going to her hips as she gave him an angry expression. Harvey sighed “baby I'm sorry” he rubbed his chest with his fist as he tossed his keys on the table.

Serenity cocked her head to the side before huffing in disbelief her hands signed aggressively, parts of her voice coming through. Ok, she was pissed. 

“I know baby, I know I'm late….but…” 

She scoffed holding her hands up to silence him before grabbing her notepad, chucking it at his chest. It had been a little over two years since the destruction of Chicago and the world was still putting itself back together. 

Harvey had met Serenity while helping Davis and George get survivors out of Chicago, she had been trapped under the rubble of her apartment complex for hours. A nearby explosion had all but destroyed her hearing. 

She had been so terrified she'd clung to Harvey so tight he thought she'd never let go. 

After that he'd spent days in the hospital holding her hand, when she'd finally came too she'd been angry and scared. 

She had been a music teacher for almost ten years. 

Her life had been ruined, but he had done everything in his power to make her happy. But even two years later he still couldn't seem to get it right. 

Watching her storm out of the room he frowned, crouching down to pick up her notebook. A bright smile forming on his lips as he read the words in black marker scrolled across its page in large caps.

‘FOLLOW ME, YOU STUPID MAN!!’ 

Dropping the notebook on the floor, he loosened his tie before walking down the hall to their room. 

Serenity was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her long red hair, her eyes were closed and her expression sad. Harvey sighed moving to sit next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hazel eyes big and begging for her forgiveness as she opened her shimmering green orbs. 

Putting her brush down she cupped his scruffy cheek rubbing it lovingly with her thumb, a small smile on her lips. 

“I'm sorry” he breathed out as he leaned into her touch. 

Nodding she signed “i know", kissing his lips gently making him smile softly. “You're too good for me...ya know that?” he chuckled, she nodded with a light giggle.

Harvey chuckled cupping her face so he could kiss her soundly, his eyes closing as the kiss became deeper and more heated. A low groan rumbling up through his chest as her fingers ran up through his hair. A soft giggle escaping her lips as he suddenly hoisted her onto his lap, his fingers caressing up her thighs and hips. His fingers dancing up her sides making her giggle sweetly before cupping her slender neck. The kiss getting slower but more thorough and deep. 

Chuckling softly against her lips as he helped her slip her thin nightgown up over her head, tossing it to the side. Her beautiful, soft skin practically glowing in the soft light of the corner lamp. Harvey kissed her deeply, his large hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently before slowly sliding down to slip down the back of her panties. 

Gasping with a heated smile Serenity suddenly shoved Harvey back, pinning him to the bed. Kissing him passionately, she slowly grinded her wet panties against his growing erection. Small little whimpers subdued against his lips as her hands fisted his shirt, his hands fighting to divulge her of her panties. Tossing the soon torn garment to an unseen corner of the room Harvey rolled them over, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat before wrapping his lips around her pert nipple. 

Serenity gasped tangling her delicate fingers into his hair, tugging on it gently as she bit her lip. Her body writhing beneath him as she arched her back off the bed, her fingers tugging his lips back to her in a hungry kiss. Urging him back on his knees, Serenity quickly worked his tie loose, yanking it free before using it to pull him back to her lips. Shoving his suite jacket from his shoulders, Serenity mewled against his lips as their hands fought to expel the offensive garment that was his white button up shirt. The poor thing practically getting ripped from his body before Harvey picked Serenity up, hands on each ass cheek as he shuffled them up the bed. Her loud squeal of surprise followed by the breathy giggle making him smile brightly against her lips. 

Whipping his belt through his belt loops and tossing it to the side, Harvey looked down at Serenity as she smiled. Biting her finger with a beautiful blush as she slid her legs open for him, she giggled shyly before easing her panties down giving him a teasing wink. 

Harvey shook his head with a loving smile as his hands slid up her thighs, finishing her panties removal before tossing them over his shoulder with a smirk. God she was so beautiful. Like a flame haired goddess, her red tresses spilled out, framing her head in a fiery halo as she smiled up at him. Kissing her deeply as her fingers ran through his hair, Harvey slid his hands up her thighs before lifting her smooth thigh up onto his hip. Their bodys moved against each other in slow, languid movements, Serenity's bare toes working to shove Harvey's pants down his narrow hips. 

Once the rest of their clothes were strung around the bed like fallen leaves, Harvey rolled over on his back, Serenity rolling with him so she was straddling his hips. Her fingers holding his face as she kissed him passionately, her moist center rubbing against his swollen cock as heavy groans and soft whimpers were passed between their lips. 

Easing down onto his thick girth with a shuddering breath, Serenity slid her eyes closed with an almost blissful sigh. Her hips rolling against his as his calloused hands slid up her body to her breasts, kneading them gently as his right hand slid to her throat. The soft squeeze of his fingers brought another breathy moan from her parted lips, her body undulating beautifully in the dim lighting. 

Pressing his head back into the pillow with a rumbling groan, Harvey closed his eyes, panting softly. Serenity's hands ran up his chest as his hand slid down to grip her hips, urging her to pick up the pace with a soft smack on the ass. Serenity gasped with a light giggle, her nails digging into his chest gently as her hips began to move. Harvey bit his lip with a grunt, his own hips rising to slap against hers as their movements became more desperate. The building crescendo between their bodies was almost palpable, sweat clinging to their skin making them shine in the soft lighting of the corner lamp. 

Throwing her head back with a carrying moan, Serenity squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as Harvey positioned his legs so he could thrust into her harder. His cock was driving deep inside her with each thrust, her tight walls dragging against his shaft almost begging him to stay inside her. She was so close. Her thighs shaking as his thumb slid over her clit making her jerk. Whimpering, digging her blunt nails into his chest she squeezed her eyes shut before dropping down to kiss him hungrily. Harvey’s groans were muffled against her lips as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall keeping time with the squeaks of the bed frame. 

Feeling her tighten around him Harvey growled and grunted, kneading her ass firmly as he gave her ass another firm smack. The sting of pain and the increase in his pace had Serenity falling apart around him, her throwing back her red hair as she rode out her orgasm. Her juices coating his cock and balls as he suddenly sat up, kissing her hungrily, his hands running up her back and shoulders. Panting against her sweaty cheek, Harvey closed his eyes with an almost relieved groan as his own release splattered deep inside her.

 The sound of her breathy gasp and small whimper at the feeling of his hot seed filling her up had Harvey smiling softly, rubbing her back soothingly with a soft hum. He knew she could feel his purr through his chest against her bare skin, her own hands sliding up his back and into his hair before she kissed him deeply. There never needed to be any words exchanged between them in moment's like this, no explanation for the way they felt or how they were feeling at the moment. They already knew. There were no secrets between them, no lies or miscommunication. They were perfectly in sync, two sides of the same coin. 

No matter what happened they would always be together, his crass attitude and brash personality mixing perfectly with her calm and sweet demur. 

He was her light and she was his sweet Serenity.  

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Negan List

Hello new Saviors. This will be a place for The Walking Dead fans to find stories, imagines, one-shots, & blurbs on the leader of the Saviors, Negan. If one or more stories have the same author, I will put them in a list of author recommendations.

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@neganandblake​: This girl is so sweet & her story called Peaches is so freaking adorable & I’ve read it so many times to where I think I can actually quote the story now. Her little one-shots & imagines are so freaking adorable plus extremely creative! I love her so much so please go follow this sweet girl!

Multi-Chapter Stories

Peaches by @neganandblake​

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Break Up With Him Ch 4.

Warnings- Some cursing.

Chapters 1, 2 and 3 can be found here in my master-list.

Chapter Four-

Cast

Negan

David

Blake

Guest staring-

Lucille

Blake never thought she could do it. She never thought she would get the courage to sit down with David and break up. It was crazy, he said she’d be back. That she would regret leaving him for some man she wasn’t sure the relationship would even work out.

It was almost three weeks after that night at the bar with Negan. That’s when she went to talk with David.

“You can go… but when you come back to me, Blake. I’ll be waiting... then we can finally get married.” David told her and she just smiled.

Shrugging her shoulders, she kissed his cheek softly. “I don’t think I will be back.” She said softly. Leaving their house, David agreeing in leaving.

He thought she just needed to clear her head. So, he moved out and Blake was finally free to think for herself. Not worry about a fiancé around all the time. Or having to do everything right.

Each day she walked into her bakery, waiting and hoping that Negan would walk in. For the past three and a half weeks, Blake wanted to tell him that she was going to break up with David. But he never showed. Sometimes she would see Simon come in for a few sweets, but he wouldn’t say a word about the man.

It wasn’t until a certain day came that Blake was just cleaning the tabletops. Humming along to the soft music playing in her bakery. As she stood up, pushing her hair away from her face. Blake found herself frozen on the spot. She felt like a hand was gripping her heart and pulling it out of her chest.

Just across the street, Blake watched as Negan stood there with his arms around a girl. They were both smiling and looking into each other’s eyes. It was when they leaned into one another for a kiss that Blake looked away. Her eyes filled with tears, before she could say anything to any of her workers, she dashed into the back and locked herself into her small office.

She had been stupid to think he would wait for her. Weeks had passed and she never heard a word from the man, why she thought he would be waiting with flowers and chocolate? Blake had been naive. Negan warned her and she didn’t listen to him.

After an hour of self-loathing and having a pity party. Blake cleaned up her face and reapplied her makeup. She fixed herself up before walking back out to the front store. Only to shake her head and try to turn around before being noticed.

“Blake? That you? Didn’t think I’d run into you!” his voice called out, making her stop right as she was about to go through the door.

Turning slowly, a fake smile on her face. She nodded. “Mhmm. Well, Its MY bakery, Negan.” She reminded the man. Knowing damn well he was just messing with her.

“YOU’RE Blake? You’re the one who makes the recipes to all of these delicious treats?” the blonde girl in Negan’s arm said.

Blake only nodded, giving a “Mhmm” before stepping forward. “Don’t think we know each other. I’m Blake, any friend of Negan’s is always welcomed here.” She politely said.

“You were right! She’s so sweet!” The girl smiled up at Negan, when he smiled back. Blake almost looked away. But she kept the smile on her face. “Oh! I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Lucille... Negan’s, well… we don’t actually have a label.”

Nodding, she looked between the two of them. “Well it’s lovely to…” but before she could even finish, Negan spoke up.

“Know who you would love to meet, Lucille sweetie?” he asked the shorter girl. Blake glaring at Negan. “Blakes fiancé… we should have dinner together sometime. How does that sound?” He suggested, Lucille the poor thing was oblivious to everything and agreed. Both turning to wait for Blake to say something.

Instead she shook her head. Holding back any tears that threaten to fall. “Sorry, no can do. David and I are taking a break. Probably a permanent decision.” She informed the two before being called. Excusing herself, Blake left. But not before sending a glare Negan’s way and walked to the back of her store.

Helping with decorating the cupcakes. Blake couldn’t help but let a few tears fall as she worked. No one dared asked her if she was ok. It was clear that, that would be a stupid question. Instead they all just worked quietly.

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I’m back posting. Things are better now in my life and things are just... going good. So I’m back <3

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Other celebrity crushes? Favorite ice cream flavor And favorite Tumblr account?

Johnny Depp

I know Dan Levy is a gay KING but I do love him and would die for that man.

Like look at these two men.

Favorite ice cream flavor would definitely be vanilla bean

And my favorite accounts are @reedus-place @scriptaed and @neganandblake

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Baby it’s Cold Outside Part 2

Negan/BlakeAU Part One

@neganandblake You asked for a part two lovely and here it is! I hope it doesn’t disappoint. It’s a little long, I got carried away. 

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Part Two

No one had ever heard the wind blow like this before, howling and screeching against the Sanctuary's structure like a pack of wild wolves. It was getting late and the snow continued to fall. It hadn’t stopped all day and it was getting deeper. So deep in fact that it was getting harder to get around.

The Saviours, settlers and workers alike all having no choice but to stay inside until the storm blew over, they only hoped it wouldn’t last too long. Food was running low as were their medical supplies and ammo. But the heavy snow fall had been relentless. Piling up just under the window sills. The cold would still grip on the windows and the walls; causing a chilling draft to float through the air inside. 

Blake sat by the window silently watching the white flakes falling from the sky. Her breath lingering by her lips as she took a breath. 

The main hall was filled with people trying to keep warm. Families huddled up together by the small makeshift fires they had going. Some even sparing a can of two of food they had, with others less-fortunate that used up the last of their supplies or points. 

It was heartwarming to see the community come together at such a hard time. The uncertainly and fear of not see it through to spring still lingering in the air. 

Though no one had actually had the courage to say it out loud. The blonde watched as the double doors by the balcony opened with a rumble against the storm outside.  

Simon and a few other Saviours stepping in from the cold, as they moved close together to discuss their findings on their last desperate attempt to find to supplies.

They were the last group to keep looking it seemed. Simon and Arat, still not ready to give up hope just yet. 

She didn’t need to hear what they saying to know it had been another lost cause. The looks of defeat on their faces was more than enough to realize that. 

Though it seemed they still weren’t prepared to call it a day just yet, tucking in the many layers of clothing to keep warm before heading back into the icy blizzard. The hall falling quiet once again as they left. The wind echoing throughout the open space as the heavy doors opened and closed with a slam. A few flecks of snow finding their way inside and rapidly melting into small pools of water on the floor. 

In the weeks of hardship, many had turned to the fearless leader of the Sanctuary for help. Negan always upbeat and confident about his people’s survival throughout the harsh winter. In the time since he’d greeted her in her room that night; Blake had found that she’d slept beside the dark-haired Savior more nights than she could count. 

It had started as a silly joke, Negan always finding another viable excuse to sleep beside her; holding her as he did. At first it was because he claimed to have a fear of the dark and only she could calm him.

Then he’d accidentally locked himself out of his room and apparently didn’t have anywhere else to sleep. 

There was even the time Blake had come down with a mild cold and he’d refused to leave her side...only to then become sick himself.

She wasn’t sure what was going on between her and Negan but she did know he’d been spending less time with his wives and more with her. She knew people talked about how much time they spent together. She also knew she didn’t care what they thought.

In her mind she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Her mind froze in thought as the familiar sound of heavy footsteps caught her attention on the walk way above.

The very man she’d just been thinking about, the king come to check in on his kingdom as usual. Taking in the determination to keep going; just as he’d wanted. Just as he encouraged. He had every faith that his people could make it. Hell they’d survived this long. 

His brown eyes searching the sea of people till they met hers. A knowing smile growing across his face as he gazed at her below in the crowd.

Her poor tormented heart skipping in her chest as she tried not to smile back. But his very essence was addictive, his smile infectious. 

As he disappeared further across the walkway her green eyes followed. Her whole body trembling as she tried so hard not to react to his presence. 

A feat that proved even harder when the head Savior stalked along towards the balcony. Tapping Lucille against it’s metal frame before leaning back on the heels of his heavy boots.

“Ladies and Gentleman; I do believe we’re in the middle of a crisis here. All that heavy shit falling outside is really starting to become a pain in the ball sack.” He declared stomping his foot loudly to really bring across his point. “I can tell it is really starting to get you fine folks down. No work, no food...now that really sucks ass but I am happy to inform you, that I am here with a solution to all your problems!”

Blake watched in curiosity as Negan spoke; the lead Savior declaring that he was rounding up more groups of Saviours to head out in search of supplies. And that he was planning to go with them to ensure they found everything they needed. But instead of relief and hope as everyone else was clearing feeling at Negan’s words. She only felt concern. Worry at the thought of him going out in such a heavy storm. 

The dark-haired leader tilted his head to glance down towards her, as if already reading her thoughts as they flashed through her mind. A smug smile and wink of unruly confidence sent her way, breaking her frown as she broke into a sly smirk.

Later into the night the wind howled on as it tapped away at Blake’s window along with the icy grip of the horrendous cold. The blonde tucked away in her bed, shivering against the freezing chill in the air. She sat silently watching the snow fall; the flakes hitting the glass sliding down the pane gathering on the window sill. 

She’d been awake all night listening for word that Negan and his men had come back. Her worry almost too much to bare the more she watched the storm turn that much more severe. Her toes were becoming numb from the cold, even under her thick blanket. Her gas light slowly dying out into darkness. 

Rubbing her tired eyes, her sight was growing blurry the longer she delayed sleep. The hours continued ticking by, the crying wind never once fading. The caramel-blonde still sat, waiting... watching.

Until finally her heart stopping at the sound of her door clicking open, the soft steps of sock covered feet trudging in through the doorway; there he stood. 

“Room for one more?” He asked quietly. A burst of relief flooding through her as she smiled.

No words were spoken as he crawled into bed beside her, draping the covers around them to preserve what little heat Blake had left. 

His arms instinctively wrapping around her as they always did. Her head rested upon his chest. Calmed by the gentle steady beats of his heart. Her slender hand slowly reaching down to intertwine with his. 

“Don’t leave again...Okay?” She whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere Peaches...” He promised.

Tag List: @neganandblake

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The Dance Class - Eight

~ A Negan & Blake (OC @neganandblake) AU ~

An AU crossover of Negan and Isla from my fic Safe & Sound, and @neganandblake‘s incredible fic I Think I Liked You Better When You Didn’t Have a Knife in your Hand.

Negan takes his daughter Isla to her first ballet class, where he meets her new dance teacher Miss Blake…

Masterlist

Eight

“She looks so fuckin’ small,” Negan whispered, clutching Blake’s hand tightly.

Seeing Isla tucked into a hospital bed brought feelings of helplessness and fear he hadn’t felt since Lucille was sick. The medical professionals had failed his wife, and he was anxious that the same fate would befall his precious baby girl.

Swallowing his pride and anxiety, he just accepted it was the best place for Isla.

To give Isla a chance to recover from the anaphylactic reaction to the peanuts, the doctors gave her medicine to keep her sedated and antihistamines paired with epinephrine for the allergy.

Due to her age, Negan and Blake were told that they were allowed to stay overnight with Isla in case she woke up. Nobody in the hospital had questioned Blake’s relationship to the little girl thus far.

Seeing Negan’s distress, Blake wrapped her arms around his firm waist and kissed his shoulder, not really knowing what to say.

One of the nurses had dressed Isla in a hospital gown with unicorns printed on it, and tied her dark curls into a sprout atop her head.

Negan guessed it was an attempt to distract from the oxygen tubes leading into the little girl’s nose and the large IV in the back of her hand.

“Why don’t you sit down with her?” Blake croaked, letting go of his waist and nodding toward the large armchair situated by the bed.

Negan grunted in response, “Only if you’ll sit with me.”

“Negan…” Blake tried to argue, feeling like she shouldn’t be intruding on such a private moment between father and daughter.

Negan just gave her a stern look, and sat down on the armchair before pulling Blake down to settle into his lap comfortably. Like jigsaw pieces, Blake’s lithe frame slotted in beside his on the chair with ease.

Negan sighed and reached over the short distance to Isla’s tiny, yet swollen hand laying still on the bed sheets, “Doesn’t even look like her hands.”

“The swelling will go down,” Blake comforted, “She’s still your baby girl in there.”

Negan nodded, resting his chin on Blake’s shoulder as he took Isla’s small hand between his thumb and index finger, rubbing the soft skin lightly, “Fuck, I just need her to wake up now.” “She will,” Blake murmured, turning her head to face him and gently caressing his scruffy jawline, “You want me to call the firehouse and let them know she’s stable?” Negan blinked, “you’d do that?”

Blake rolled her eyes playfully, and a tiny smirk appeared on Negan’s lips as she opened her hand up, “gimme your phone.”

Negan shoved his hand into the deep pocket of his cargo pants and pulled out his phone. He placed it lightly in Blake’s palm as she stood up from the chair. Before she turned to walk away, Negan curled his fingers around her wrist, and she stopped to look back at him.

Negan peered up at her, eyes full of pain and exhaustion, “Blake...thank you, doll.”

Blake gave him a small smile, belly fluttering before she leaned down and pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss.

It wasn’t the time or place she wanted their first kiss to be, and she half expected him to reject her entirely, but she was pleasantly surprised. He reciprocated with equal gentleness.

Legs wobbling and cheeks flushed, Blake pulled away, trying hard not to grin from ear to ear when she left the room.

After a surprisingly emotional phone call to Simon at the firehouse, Blake headed back to Isla’s little room. On the way she found a vending machine, and bought herself a hot chocolate and Negan a black coffee, adding two sugars.

With some difficulty, Blake opened the door to the hospital room, juggling the two steaming hot drinks.

Someone had dimmed the lights in the room and drawn the curtains to allow Isla and Negan a chance to rest.

Sure enough, it had worked and Negan was slumped in the armchair, still holding Isla’s tiny hand despite succumbing to his exhaustion. His head rested on his palm, elbow propped on the cushioned arm of the chair.

Blake smiled at the sight and carefully leant over him to set his drink and phone on the small bedside cabinet next to Isla’s bed. Standing over Negan, Blake ran her fingertips through his dark hair and took a slow sip of the sugary drink in her hand. It warmed her right through as she perched on the end of Isla’s bed.

For a moment, she contemplated leaving them to  get some rest, but deep down she knew she couldn’t until Isla woke up. She had to know that Isla was okay and see those big blue eyes open again.

Hours passed slowly while waiting for Isla to wake up. Nurses came in every half an hour to check her vitals, waking Negan regularly. Blake could tell the disturbance to his sleep was making him crankier by the second, but still, she stayed by his side.

Approaching the twelve hour mark of being in the room, Negan began to get antsy, pacing and murmuring about Isla not waking up yet and going to find the “damn doctor”.

“She’ll wake up soon, love,” Blake murmured, watching him pace from the window to the door of the room, hands braced on his lean hips. She had never seen him look so dishevelled.

Negan huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, “what if she doesn’t? What if she isn’t my Bug when she does?”

Blake felt her eyes fill with tears as he confessed his fears to her.

“She will be,” Blake said softly, standing up and crossing the short distance to him. She took his hands to stop him pacing and he brought his palm up to her cheek.

Blake watched as he closed his eyes tightly, dark lashes resting on soft skin beneath his eyes. He shook his head briefly before leaning forwards to rest his forehead on her shoulder. Her arms encircled him, hands rubbing firm yet soothing circles across his back.

“Shh, it’ll be all right,” she murmured, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. Being this close, she could smell the shampoo lingering in his dark hair - something woodsy and masculine, crossed with the cottony smell of his laundered firehouse uniform.

“Daddy?”

Immediately, Negan’s head lifted from Blake’s shoulder, and the pair both turned to face the bed. Sure enough, Isla was staring at them through sleepy, hooded eyes.

Negan plastered a smile onto his face for the sake of his daughter. He hurried over to her bedside, and Blake followed close behind, both eager to check on the drowsy little girl.

In a subtle move, Blake leant over his shoulder and pressed the ‘call nurse’ button on the wall. Negan nodded and gave the blonde a grateful smile. Even though Isla was awake, he just needed someone to check her over and make sure she was okay.

“Hi there, baby girl. Daddy’s right here,” he murmured, sitting right beside Isla on the bed and stroking her swollen cheeks, “daddy’s right here baby.”

Isla immediately reached up and tried to pull the oxygen tubes out of her nose and off her face, whimpering softly.

Negan took her hand and shook his head at her, “No, no baby. It’s okay. Those need to stay in for now. No touching.”

“I feel scratchy,” Isla croaked sadly, looking at the IV stuck in her hand, and the unfamiliar bed she was in, “I wanna go home daddy.”

“I know Bug. I know,” Negan replied tearfully, “but Daddy and Blake are here, and the doctors and nurses here are going to make you feel better. You have to be a brave girl for me.”

“Miss Blake?” Isla said, her deep blue gaze flitting to the blonde’s over her father’s shoulder.

“Hi cutie,” Blake gave the little girl a big smile and set her hand on Negan’s shoulder, “I’m here too. How are you feeling?”

“I tired,” Isla said weakly as Negan adjusted the pillow behind her head to cradle her more comfortably. Seeing such a usually energetic little girl so weak and lethargic broke Blake’s heart.

Negan kissed Isla’s forehead, “I know. You can sleep baby.”

Isla paused for a moment and looked at him with her eyebrows raised, “you and Miss Blake stay?”

Negan nodded, “we aren’t going anywhere Bug. I promise.”

“Promise, Miss Blake?” Isla croaked, peering up at her beloved dance teacher.

“I promise, sweet girl. I promise I’ll stay.”

Tag List

(I’ve tagged people who’ve asked to be tagged or ever liked, reblogged or commented on any of the previous chapters! If you’d like to be added/removed, please just let me know lovelies <3)

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Writers Appreciation!!

Just gonna tag a bunch of my favorite writers, thank y’all for aways putting out the best content that I look forward to all the time.

@warriorqueen1991 @negandarylsatisfaction @negansaysyouearnwhatyoutake @impala-dreamer @underratedcharactersimagines @neganandblake @ne-gans @jdmfanfiction @evansrogerskitten @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @embracetheapocalypsewithme

Tag your favorite writer down below!! Show em some love. 💘

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The Walking Dead Issue

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ft. author spotlight interviews with @neganandblake, @crossbowking, @ne-gans, @daisysouthmoore,  and @thedeadwalks

cover art by: @laundy

article contributor(s): @crzcorgi

meta by: @statueofsirens

staff writers: @84reedsy, @butwhydoilikethis, @crossbowking @jazzywazzy89, @jewelswrites-ish, @kdcollinsauthor, @lilithenaltum-archive, @sexylibrarian1, @superprincesspea, and @thefudge.

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director of editorial operations: @robinwritesallthethings

editor-in-chief: @the-galaxy-collector

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Tagged by my fellow Charlie Cox lover @nerdypinupcrystal

Name: Elise

Birthday: January 14

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Height: 5’3

Hobbies: reading, drawing, writing, shopping for stuff I definetly don’t need :D

Favorite color: Yellow but not like highlighter yellow but more orangey yellow?

Favorite book: Pride and Prejudice(absolutely lovelovelovelove that book), The Harry Potter Series and sooo many others

Last song I listened to: A million dreams - The Greatest Showman (I love musicals)

Last film I watched: Pride and Prejudice (2005) (I recently reread the book and I needed to watch it again)

Inspiration or Muse: don’t really have one

Dream Job: Veterinarian

Meaning behind your URL: honestly I have no idea how it happened

I probably won’t tag anyone because I’m awkward and anxious and none of the other blogs know me?

hmmm maybe @neganandblake