#congratulations harlan but I'm coming for you

[cy-guy1518]

Okay so Harlan wrote tmagp23 so this time I can say HARLAN. WHEN I CATCH YOU.

[thefreakydeaky]

Loving is Easy

Part Ten: Little Sister Don't Ya

Negan Smith x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Reader finds herself exploring a new relationship with an older friend of the family.

Warnings:

"He said 'yet'. He said she's not my girl 'yet'." Your voice was tight with anxiety as you relayed the events of Saturday to Maggie, Sasha, and Rosita. Maggie took a sip of her mojito, her appraising gaze on your worried expression.

"Maybe he mispoke?" Sasha posed.

"Maybe he didn't feel comfortable getting into it in front of his ex." Rosita added.

"Maybe."

"I don't get it.What's so wrong with what he said?" Maggie asked cooly.

You were taken aback by her attitude.

"I've only been hanging out with him for a few weeks."

"And?"

"And it sounds like he's looking for more than just, you know."

Maggie sat up straighter in her chair.

"No, I don't know. What do you want?"

You mirrored her posture.

"I don't know! Just to, like, hang out and maybe, like, make out and stuff."

Rosita slid her sunglasses off her eyes and up onto her head.

"That is the most cringey high school way you could have described a friend with benefits."

Sasha shook her head, amused.

Maggie touched your arm.

"It's been two years since you broke up with Harlan and yeah, he was an asshole, but that doesn't mean there aren't good men out there and it doesn't mean you have to give up on finding love."

"Love?" You repeated. The word felt foreign to you, strange on your lips from how long it had been since you last used it.

"Take Rick, for example." Maggie said. "Look at everything he went through with his divorce and he hasn't given up on finding the right...Well, my point is you shouldn't give up on love."

Your eyebrows raised.

"I'm not even sure I'm ready to date. Love is the furthest thing from my mind right now."

A cool breeze blew through the patio. You sat back and enjoyed it for a moment.

"Love finds you when you least expect it." Sasha said quietly. Your eyes turned to find her with the softest look on her face.

"I take it things are going well with Ryan?"

Sasha smiled.

"We're moving in together."

You congratulated her, but you couldn't help the unease you felt. You felt you could never trust someone enough to share your space with them again.

••••••••••••••••••••

You were hiding. Negan had texted everyday over the week and you had yet to respond. Whenever Rick approached you at work you pretended to be too busy, apologizing and assuring him you would make time for him soon. You had snuck out of the office an hour early on Friday afternoon to avoid him.

The weekend could not have come soon enough. You rolled your shoulders back and let out a deep sigh. Then you put your heather gray robe on over your shorts and tank top and headed for the kitchen.

Everyone was already up. You said good morning as you went straight for the coffee maker. You pulled out a big mug and poured yourself a cup as you stewed over the nightmare you had woken up from.

It had been an anxiety dream in which you were still in the toxic relationship you had left two years ago, Harlan giving you shit over every little thing you did and you scrambling to "fix" everything in a desperate attempt to please him.

"Ugh..." You muttered as you stirred your coffee.

You took a sip and swallowed the warm liquid. The effect of the caffeine hitting your system was like a balm to your aching weary soul.

"Hey," Simon called over the back of the couch.

You took another sip of coffee.

"Hey." You repeated.

"Negan was asking about you last night."

You scowled.

"He did what?"

"He asked me how you were doing."

You huffed, an exasperated sigh. "I hope you told him I'm doing great."

Simon's brows drew together.

"I told him the truth.That you seem like something's bothering you, but you haven't said anything about it yet."

"Wh-why would you tell him that? He's going to think-"

Simon's eyebrow raised.

"Oh nevermind." You grumbled and started off for the privacy of your room.

"Sure." You heard Simon say as you reached the hallway. You closed the door to your room and sat on the bed.

The truth of the matter was you didn't know what was going on. For a while you were hanging out with these two amazing men and having a great time then all of a sudden you were in a cluster fuck of relationship drama feeling guilty for things that weren't even your fault. Should you be mad at Negan for taking you to Carl's game? It wasn't really his fault it had devolved into shouting.

Then there was Maggie's advice that you not give up on love. You had been hopeful once. You had wanted the whole happy family, white picket fence, kids and all thing. It wasn't your fault your dream died. It was Harlan's. That bastard had fucked with your head for the duration of your relationship and now the ghost of him was living rent free in your mind and still wreaking havoc.

The last thing you wanted was for either of the men you were seeing to be wondering what they might have done to upset you. It felt manipulative to leave them guessing, but you had never asked to become a new facet to their fucked up love triangle that never was bullshit. Your phone rang on your night stand. You looked at the screen and saw Rick's picture. You sighed. The phone made a buzzing sound as it vibrated. You watched it ring but didn't pick up.

[starryevermore]

hi, congratulations on 2k love, you deserve it🥺🤲❤️

could i request ✍🏻 + "That is my choice! My decision to make, not yours! Not anyone else's! Mine!" with Ransom? I’m sucker for angst, but ..with happy ending, please?🥺if it doesn’t inspire you, it’s okay!! ily❤️

put a ring on it

warnings: a lil angsty but a happy ending

Dating Ransom Drysdale was no easy task. The man knew how to push your buttons, how to play you like a goddamn fiddle. And he reveled in it, loved the way he could get you to do whatever he wanted. If you were being honest, you kind of liked it too. Liked the way he stoked a fire under you, how he could get you to do anything. But, other days, most days really, it frustrated you to no end to see him just hurdle the worst things at you.

Today was a bad day. A bad week. You hadn't heard from Ransom in so long, which fucking hurt. You'd been dating for eight months now. You thought you at least deserved to know if he was going radio silent, that it had nothing to do with you. Turns out, you didn't. Every call, every text, every voice message all went unanswered.

At first, you thought he was just busy. He'd started doing research for Harlan's new book, and that was taking up a lot of time. But, as the day turned into days, you became more concerned, until it was all bubbling over.

You found yourself standing outside of his house, by your car, wondering if you should go up to the door and let yourself in, demand to know what his deal was, or if you should just get back in your car and drive away, mend your broken heart in solitude.

Finally, though, you decided you wanted answers.

When you walked into the house, you heard shouting, so you followed the sound of Ransom's voice. He was in his office, on the phone with someone, yelling, "That is my choice! My decision to make, not yours! Not anyone elses's! Mine!"

He ended the call, slamming his phone on his desk, before rubbing his face in his hands.

"You okay, Ran?" you asked, your voice small.

He looked up at you, his cold eyes softening. "What're you doing here, petal?"

"You been ignoring me. Wanted to see if...If you still wanted me."

"Oh, of course I still want you!" That was the fastest he'd ever answered any of your questions. He pushed his seat away from the desk, motioning you to come over. "C'mere, petal."

You walked over, before propping yourself up on his lap. "Why've you been ignoring me?"

"I didn't mean to, petal. Really. I lost track of time, and—" He paused. "You know what? I'm gonna do this now."

"Do what?"

But he just picked you up, had you standing on your feet, as he fell to his knee. He reached over, grabbing a small velvet box from his desk drawer, and presented it to you—a gorgeous diamond ring. Perhaps the most expensive piece of jewelry you'd ever seen.

You gasped, your hand flying to cover your mouth.

"I wanted to make this more special, take you out somewhere nice. Spoil you rotten. But, I can't wait any longer. Every day where your not my wife is a day wasted. All I want in this world is for you to be mine, and me to be yours." His blue eyes were shining, and you were suddenly aware you'd never seen Ransom cry before. "Please, say you'll marry me."

"Of course I'll marry you," you cried.

He slipped the ring on your finger, tossing the box to the side, before rising back up to his feet. He cradled your face in his hands, pulling you into a kiss. "God, I fuckin' love you."