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genesisrose74 · 4 years ago

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Believe It, Baby

AHH HELLO I LIVE!! I am so sorry about my lack of publishing content besides some general community posts as of late - I’ve probably said this before but school is a buttface sometimes :// I’ve been really enjoying the new episodes of Haikyuu so I decided to finish a self indulgent fic to try getting back on track! Kinda like how it worked out so here it is!! Yes, it is Hinata again, how did you freaking know???

Pairing: Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

Words: 2122

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“I don’t believe it for a damn second.”

The ginger under scrutiny groans for what seemed the eighth time that day, shooting his friend an exasperated look as they walk into the practice gym. “I swear, Kageyama! She’s in the college preparatory class with Yachi!”

At this, said blonde turns her attention to the entering duo with a curious tilt of her head.

“What’s this about someone in my class?” she inquires politely.

Kageyama glances at Yachi. “Hinata says that he’s dating one of your classmates, which I say is a bunch of crap.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Bakageyama? I’m her boyfriend!”

Tsukishima scoffs from across the gym.

“Sounds like someone had too vivid of a dream last night,” he jeers, Yamaguchi snickering beside him.

Even Tanaka and Noya doesn’t seem to believe the aspiring ace, the former clapping a hand on Hinata’s shoulder with a philosopher’s air about him.

“It’s alright to be single, little man. You don’t gotta go and make something up to look cool.”

Hinata huffs before shuffling to set up the court for practice, while Sugawara takes his position as mother crow by smacking the troublemaker second years upside the head.

“I for one believe you, Hinata,” the silver haired setter declares, smiling when the first year boy beams with happiness.

“Thank you, Suga-senpai! At least someone here does.”

“Mind telling us what she’s like?” Daichi chimes in.

Hinata’s grin blossoms even wider, and his gaze turns excited. “She’s amazing, and really smart, and super competitive! And she’s...also really pretty…” he trails off in embarrassment.

Suga gushes at his flustered state, ruffling his kouhai’s mop of orange hair. “Look at you, all affectionate. She must be special.”

Yachi follows up with a nod of agreement at Sugawara’s statement, joining Hinata on the court for set up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s her name?” the manager in training questions.

When the middle blocker tells her proudly, the remaining first year boys all bust out in laughter.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Yamaguchi guffaws. “Isn’t she like one of the smartest students in our grade?”

Hinata nods affirmatively, and Tsukishima shakes his head with a dry laugh. “Try picking a more believable person next time, Hinata. There’s barely even a chance that you’ve ever crossed paths with her before, let alone dated the girl.”

Yachi, on the other hand, takes a moment to ponder on Hinata’s words, not even close to giggling like the rest of her fellow first years.

“You know,” she mumbles to herself, “that’s honestly not that far of a stretch, considering how outgoing she is.”

The orange haired boy offers her a weary half-smile for at least thinking he had a shot with who he claimed, but made no further attempt to emphasize that he was in fact dating said girl. It was clear that nearly none of the team would believe him without solid proof.

Coach Ukai grabs the team’s attention, and from then on leads a rotation of digging drills to help improve everyone’s foundational abilities. This format of training continues for most of practice, such routines making it easier for some of the boys (namely Tsukishima) to laugh about Hinata’s “attempt'' at having a girlfriend in line. Said middle blocker remains in a pouty mood due to such circumstances, but decides to keep it quiet for the time being - lest he dig a bigger hole in which his teammates could tease him.

Soon enough, practice for the day is over, and the Karasuno boys organize their things in the club room before filtering outside. As Hinata waits outside for the rest of his team to come downstairs, the whole team planning on making a stop at Ukai’s store, his phone screen lights up with a soft chime.

Hi sunshine! Did your practice just finish?

The first year smiles, knowing that you must have snuck him a text during your student council meeting, and quickly opens his phone to type something back.

Hi angel!! Yeah, we’re gonna get something at Ukai’s rn

Hinata playfully raises an eyebrow at your fast response, the chat bubble popping up right away. Usually you’re pretty invested in your club meetings, so today’s must be a pretty boring topic.

Wanna save me a meat bun pretty please 🥺

If there’s an extra I will <3

:D hehe thank u love

Tanaka’s voice breaks the ginger’s focus from his texts, the second year shouting about food as he ushers the team towards the school exit. Hinata tosses his phone into his practice bag and catches up with the walking group, his mood significantly improved from just minutes ago.

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The town is basked in the soft glow of street lights as the team makes their way down the hill to Ukai’s, currently unaware of a presence in a sprint to get to them.

Your fellow Student Council members had shot a bewildered look in your direction as you scrambled to pack up and hustle out the classroom door. You ushered a quick goodbye to them before stuffing your phone in your skirt pocket, determined to surprise your boyfriend after the council meeting ended early.

Maybe you were starting to regret the idea of running in the god-awful flats Karasuno High enforced in their dress code, but you pushed past the irritation in favor of keeping pace. That meat bun wouldn’t stay hot forever, you reasoned, but in reality the opportunity to see your shining boyfriend truly drove your motivation.

After finally getting a glimpse of a large group near the base of the hill, a spark of victory flames in your heaving chest at your persistence. With a heavy sigh, however, you realize that your competitive ball of energy was likely at the head of the bunch, racing that setter with whom he always argues. Your plight was not over yet.

So, attempting to reign in your eagerness to see the ginger haired boy of your affections, you continue the path down the quite steep hill, this time using the art of determined speed walking. The soles of those forsaken flats on your feet would not be forgiving if you started running again, anyways.

When you finally manage to close in on the team, Sugawara is the first to notice you, observing for a moment before nudging Daichi on his right. The Karasuno captain looks confusedly at his vice captain, the latter’s eyes holding a parent-like intuition.

“I think that’s her,” the silver haired third year murmurs, nodding his head in your direction as you make your way closer.

“Who’s her?” Daichi whispers back, and Suga looks like he’s about to karate chop him in the side.

“Hinata’s girlfriend, Dai!” he hisses. “Look at who she’s focused on.”

Daichi follows your gaze to find the little decoy first year at the end of it, causing him to raise an eyebrow in surprise. “So he really wasn’t pulling Kageyama’s leg.”

The two third years of Karasuno watch you with great interest as you inch your way to the front of their group, more of the boys taking note of your presence with the passing moments.

The only few who don’t seem to notice are the gaggle of first years in the front, many of whom are bickering with each other. Yachi is the only one in your grade to see you as she walks beside Kiyoko, and you give her a small wave before putting a finger to your lips. All she can do in response is nod, mouth slightly agape at the fact that you even acknowledged her in the midst of your pursuits.

“-If there’s an extra bun in the bag today I call dibs!”

“And since when have I ever listened to you, pipsqueak?”

“Who’re you calling pipsqueak, you giraffe!?”

You have to conceal your chuckle at the group’s antics. You’d been told a handful about the first years known as Hinata’s teammates, but had yet to formally meet them due to your consistently busy schedule. Today, you felt it was about time for that to change.

Yamaguchi picks up on you, followed quickly by Tsukkishima when his freckle-faced best friend notifies him with a tap on the shoulder. Even Kageyama, who somehow managed to get into yet another argument with Hinata, slows his banter as he gazes at you, completely bewildered.

The last person left in the dark is - of course - none other than your dumbass of a boyfriend.

“Why did you get so quiet all of a sudden?” the aspiring ace inquires. “It’s ‘cause you realized that I would win the argument anyways, huh?”

The boy jumps when he feels you sidle up next to him, brushing your arm against his own.

“Yes, sunshine, that’s surely the reason.”

The first year whips his head to face your playful smirk, before practically launching himself into you and trapping you in a bear hug.

“You surprised me!” he exclaims with a giddish grin, nuzzling into your figure.

“That was kind of my plan,” you laugh. “Student council meeting ended early, so here I am.”

Hinata didn’t seem to want to let go of you any time soon, so you resorted to taking his face in your hands and pecking his cheeks.

“You gonna introduce me or not, silly?”

The middle blocker was blushing like crazy at this point, reddening with the realization that his entire team was a current audience to the little show taking place.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend,” he gestures to you awkwardly, and you couldn’t hide the small smile that curls on your lips. “You’ve probably seen her with the Student Council before.”

You wave enthusiastically to the team, many of whom are still recovering from the newly confirmed discovery (namely, some very skeptical first years).

“So, he wasn’t joking?” Yamaguchi spoke up, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Aw yeah, Hinata!” Tanaka whistled, “Sorry that I ever underestimated you!”

“Good job, Shoyo!” Nishinoya affirms, jumping on his second year best friend in excitement. “She’s a cutie too!”

The first year squeezes your midsection tighter to your surprise, seeing as his face was practically steaming from previous team comments.

“She is cute,” he mumbles, and the unexpected statement elicits a laugh from your lips.

You tap the ginger’s nose playfully, bringing his attention to your content smile. The sight of it causes him to grin right back giddily, momentarily forgetting the larger group beside him once more. “Saved me a meat bun, Sho?”

He was like this whenever at the other’s house or on a date: mushy, cuddly, affectionate, the whole nine yards of fluffiness. Public spaces involving acquaintances, however, was a bit of a different story, as Hinata got very easily flustered in front of teasing friends. Even without meeting the other team members of Karasuno before, it was quite obvious.

“I always manage to when you ask,” he responds proudly, although a faint frown briefly appears on his features for a moment, “but Tsukishima’s being a bit of a jerk about it today.”

The blond in question sends his fellow middle blocker a look of annoyance, before his expression melts into a cheshire grin as he turns to you.

“Just didn’t want him eating too much, that’s all,” he explains. “Overindulgence isn’t a great habit for athletes, you know. But since you’re actually here and not a figment of Hinata’s imagination, that’s absolutely fine with me.”

“Hey! You saying I’m a pig or something?” the first year pipes up with a glare.

Tsukki smirks. “Or something.”

Sugawara steps in to lessen the obvious tensions between your feral ginger and the smug beanpole, giving them both a deathly glare that practically screamed, ‘don’t make me whoop your asses in front of a student council member’.

You giggled at the team’s dynamic, one that clearly resembled a rambunctious family on their nightly outing together. It really was just as you had imagined the first time your boyfriend described it to you - with maybe a bit more emphasis on the rambunctious than you had previously inferred. But it was actually quite enjoyable to be around.

As the group finally started on their way again after your surprise introduction, Hinata came up beside you once more with a curious glint in his eyes.

“What are you smiling all giddishly about?” he inquires, head tilted a fraction.

You can’t help but chuckle a bit at the question. “I just really enjoy being around your team is all.”

The aspiring ace of Karasuno interlocks his fingers with yours as you stroll along together down the street, his teammates in tow as they observe the situation before them with some remaining bewilderment.

“Good, cause I think they might like you too.”

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Match up! (*^_^*)

Hello! Thank you so much for taking the time to do these. I’d love to get an ikesen match-up please? I’m a 5’8 female (INTJ, scorpio), who’s body type is athletic and curvy. I tend to describe myself as sturdy. I have long brown hair that reaches my tailbone, with several ear piercings. I am currently a Master’s student studying marine biology, but my aspirations go far beyond this. My goal for a career is to be a research and field leader at a research institute studying marine life. I want to spend all my time in the field first hand leading the expeditions. I’m especially drawn to the ocean, coral reefs and killer whales, I most of all want to work in the Antarctic one day. Aside from my love of animals, my interests include learning about science and biology, building and engineering new things, outdoor activities (off-roading, fishing, hiking, camping), sports, and my one creative skill is writing fiction. I’ve been active my whole life and if things had gone a little differently I would have wanted to be a professional athlete. My favorite sports are alpine skiing, scuba diving, ice hockey, running, and underwater hockey. It takes me a long while to open up to people, which means I tend to only have a few close friends. However in the workplace setting I am very confident and I’m not afraid to speak up. I’ve had people tell me that I’m intimidating, and that my presence can have a great influence on the mood of a room/small group. But I’ve also had friends tell me I’m extremely chill, and never make anything a big deal. I see myself as very highly ambitious and the type of person that knows what she wants and how she’s going to get it. I know what I like and dislike, and I’ve grown past the fear of having people dislike me. I’m a pretty independent person. However, when I’m with my friends I am very much a joker, I love to make people laugh, and act silly. With only the closest of friends the chaotic energy comes out lol. My humor can range from immature to pretty dark. But I really need to know the people I’m around first; otherwise I tend to just go back into my shell. I can read people pretty well, which means I’ll usually try to make them feel more comfortable than myself in situations. This has led me to sometimes feel a little put out. I tend to go wherever, whenever I please. If I plan a trip, I’m going for a good time and don’t really need any schedules. I guess to end it all I’d say I’m very much the type of person that sees all the potential the world has, and all the potential I have to make a difference. Yes this can be hard and painstakingly difficult, but I won’t ever stop striving to meet the expectations and standards I place on myself. I will only keep going, learning more skills, going on more adventures, and seeking new horizons. Thanks again for taking the time to do these!! :) Sorry this turned out so long lmaoo - From Admit Terra (The second one running the blog)

Hi, hi, dear! ❤🌻Thank you so much for the request love! 🦊Hehe, you sound like a super cool person, lol master students unite!🙌🌻 Sorry for taking so long with this! Hope you enjoy this, dear, and I hope you have the best day❤😊! @sengoku-revolution admin Terra! lol tomorrow i’ll post admin Maru’s matchup!❤🌻

So I match you with…………… Yukimura

You were on campus attending a conference on marine biology that could greatly help you with your masters. The conference was incredibly interesting and ran late, only finishing around 10pm. As you and the other students and professionals in the field of marine biology, exited the giant lecture hall, you looked up at the sky and saw a flash of lightning blazing across the sky. You regretted walking to campus at that the moment, wishing you had rather driven, as you could tell by the heavy sky that soon it was going to rain cats and dogs. You quickly made your way back to the main campus gate, luckily you didn't live to far away. A drop of rain hit your nose and then another. You debated taking shelter from the storm in your department’s computer room, at least then you could chart down all the new knowledge you had gained from the conference.

That’s when you spotted a fellow post-grad student. You looked up at the sky once more and noticed that the lighting was going to strike the exact spot that the student was standing in. You ran and pushed him out the way. You braced yourself for impact but it never came, instead you started feeling dizzy and disoriented. Reality around you warped in a cloud of smoke.

When things came back into focus again, you noticed the man in the lab coat was gone, and you were now standing on the balcony of a burning building. You peered through the smoke to see a man peacefully sleeping on the floor. Unaware of the imminent doom of his downfall. You thought you might have been trapped in a dream, but the heat radiating from the flames brought your straight back to reality. Thank goodness for your physical strength, as you easily managed to wake up and carry the man out of the burning building. The man you had saved was incredibly intimidating and had the same look in his eyes that a shark would have right before it attacks, so you decided to bolt.

You ran and ran and ran through the forest, and soon your feet lost contact with the ground. You looked down and saw that you had almost run yourself off the edge of a cliff. Thanks to Yukimura’s quick reflexes, he managed to grab hold of your waist and save you from running yourself off the mountainside. He still holding onto you, as he took a few steps back to ensure both you were safe before letting go. You stared up at the man in disbelief, just where the hell were you. That’s when a familiar figure caught your attention. The man you had just saved from being hit by lighting! Sasuke took you aside and started to explain the situation to you, you honestly needed to sit down as it was a lot to take in.

Sasuke looked over at a beautiful blond man that reminded you of a snow prince and asked if you could stay with them. The man narrowed his icy eyes at you and gave a quick nod, before climbing on his horse and signaling to the rest of the men that it was time to go. Sasuke helped you up onto the horse, and that is how your new life in Kasugayama started.

You were someone who couldn’t sit still and always need to be doing something, so you opted to help out around the castle to earn your keep. Even though you were a little shy and reserved, you managed to fit right in with the people of Kasugayama. You were a little surprised at the mixed bag of men that you landed up with, as usual, it would take you quite a while to open up and come out of your shell, especially when meeting new people. But for some reason, they seemed to make you feel comfortable, and you found your self coming out of your shell and befriending them pretty quickly. You especially took a liking to Sasuke.

Sasuke was the one who formally introduced you to his Bff and your rescuer, Yukimura. This boy was definitely rough around the edges and did not have a way with words, unlike his flirty lord.

You were low key thankful for your ability to quickly read and sum up people as you quickly came to realize that Yuki wasn't such a bad guy. Although he seemed to think it funny to call you a wild boar woman. Even though he was slightly awkward with his words, you found yourself strangely attracted to him. He was down to earth and easy to talk to, and you found yourself relaxing around him.

“Hey dummy how many times do I have to tell you I ain’t no wild boar, call me that again and i’ll smack you,” you playfully quipped. Since arriving in the past, you had grown closer and closer to the aloof man. The two of you would banter every time you were together. “Awww common, you are definitely a wild boar, I mean you are just as strong, sturdy and athletic as one.” He would say with that mischievous boyish smile. At that you simply put Yuki in a headlock and started giving him a nuggie. He then started tickling you, which usually ended in a tickling/wrestling match between the two of you. Yuki’s wolf pup would usually get in on these playful fights that the two of you often engage in, and start licking the two of you mercilessly until both, you and Yuki are left laying on the floor breathless from laughter.

You loved that Yuki like you, loved staying active and going on adventures. And TBH Yuki was thrilled that he finally had a friend that he could go on fun adventures with. Sasuke would usually be too busy looking after Kenshin or doing research, to join in on these adventures. Not that either of you minded as you loved hanging out with each other. The second you found out that Yuki would run to stay fit every morning, you were ecstatic and joined him on his morning runs. This boy was shook! He legit has never met a woman that could keep up with him, yet here you were almost outrunning him. After your morning runs the two of you would always get breakfast together before starting your duties for the day! This is something the two of you did and looked forward to, almost every single day.

When the two of you were together, the banter and jokes were real. You loved to be a bit of a joker around Yuki. You honestly adored the way he would laugh with his whole body and go super red all the way to the tips of his ears, whenever you cracked a joke.

Speaking of laughing, you also had this crazy ability to instantly lift the mood in any room you walked into. Especially when it came to cheering Yuki up. As you see, Yuki has a tendency to take on more responsibility than he can handle and sometimes he gets crushed under the weight of it. But since you arrived, Yuki felt like he could do anything and take on the world cause you were right there by his side making some silly jokes and teaching him not to take things so seriously. You were the one that taught him to take occasional breaks and to relax, and that the world wouldn't fall apart if he wasn't working.

Lately Yuki had noticed that you were low on energy and not as bright and chaotic as usual. He also noticed that your jokes were a bit more, morbid as of late. He was determined to cheer up his dearest friend, after all, if you were happy then so was he. He stomped his way into your room and saw you sketching something. “Oi, boar woman what’s wrong, and don’t try and lie to me dummy, cause everyone has noticed that you have been down lately.” You looked up at the clumsy man and smiled, telling him it was a long story. He then narrowed his eyes and left it at that, although the picture you were sketching of the ocean certainly didn’t go unnoticed.

The next morning at the crack of down, Yuki dragged you out of bed to go on an adventure with him. You were super excited, these little adventures weren’t uncommon.

If the two of you weren’t off hiking up some crazy mountain, or fishing, you were camping with him in enemy territory as he spied on the Oda forces. Of course, it wasn’t all work as the two of you would go wherever the wind took you. Once Yuki was done with his spy work, he would send off his report back to Shingen, leaving the two of you without a strict schedule to follow, with all the time in the world to explore and experience your surroundings.

You noticed that the two of you were heading closer and closer to the ocean. Your eyes glimmered in delight when you realized that the two of you were going to spend the day on the beach. You wasted no time at all, climbing off the horse and running into your beloved ocean. The two of you played in the waves for hours on end. At some point, Yuki even fished out and handed you a pair of makeshift scuba diving gear. After a long day of playing in the waves and observing the ocean life in the crystal clear water, you and Yuki sat on the beach and watched the sunset. “Hey dummy sit in front of me, I’ll dry your hair for you. Can’t have you getting sick,” you wouldn’t usually let someone dry your hair for you. Still, he looked so cute with that blush spreading across his face, that you couldn’t help but comply. As Yuki dried your long beautiful hair, the two of you started talking.

You thanked Yuki for taking you on this fun breach adventure and told him all about your dream of becoming a field leader at a research institute studying marine life, as well as wanting to be the one leading the field expeditions. To say Yuki didn’t know anything about marine life would be an understatement, but the way you passionately talked about your dreams and ambitions had him straight up inspired. You told him all about how you were drawn to the ocean and coral reefs and that you wanted to work in Antarctica one day. He never told you this, but as you talked about your dreams of travel and research, he couldn’t help but make a silent vow in his heart to do whatever it takes to support and make your dreams come true.

In the weeks to follow you and Yuki spent more and more time together. Yuki was falling deeper and deeper in love with you, every moment the two of you spent together, and he was determined to tell you how he felt.

The weather started getting colder and colder, and soon it started snowing. He remembered from previous conversations that you loved ice hockey and alpine skiing (not that he knew what any of that meant). Hence, he decided to ask Sasuke for help in gathering everything he needed so that the two of you could play your favourite sports together. He had all his friends dress up and had Sasuke teach them all the rules of ice hockey. When all his friends were in position, he went to your room and said he had a surprise for you. He then put a blindfold over your eyes and led you downstairs. When he removed the blindfold all your Kasugayama friends stood before you, each holding up a letter that combined spelled out, “I Love you.” You were so happy and touched by the gesture that you couldn’t help but grab Yuki and plant a kiss on his lips right in front of all your friends. Cheers erupted as Yuki grabbed your hand, as you parted and led you onto the makeshift ice hockey-field.

The next day Yuki surprised you with alpine skiing down a mountainside. You honestly loved this goofball so much, and you couldn’t help but smile and shower his face with kisses whenever he would surprise you with your favourite activities.

Yuki honestly loved and adored everything about you from your chilled personality to your ability to brighten any-room you walk in. In between the war and battles, Yuki was always sure to make time to go on fun, crazy adventures with you, to explore new horizons. After he and Shingen finally managed to win back their homeland, ultimately achieving Yuki’s childhood dream. Yuki had one more surprise for you, and that was a trip back to the future so you could pursue your dreams.

The two of you travelled around the modern world, and you achieved your dream of leading research and travelling to Antarctica. And Yuki was right by your side through it all, supporting you the best he could.

Often the two of you cuties could be found on some crazy adventure, cuddled in each other’s arms and enjoying making new memories and living through new experiences together.

If the two of you aren’t being active and playing sports, you are spending a quiet evening at home watching tv and resting in each other’s arms.

Yuki loves holding you tight in his arms as he pulls his finger through those long beautiful locks. He loves to nuzzle his nose into your neck and leave sweet little kisses on your neck and cheeks as you read your newest piece of fiction to him.

Together the two of you continue to learn and grow while making the world a better place.

Other potential matches……………. Masamune

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have the best day! ❤🌻🙌

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otome-writer51 · 5 years ago

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A FLUFFY MORNING WITH TAKI

This is my first fan fiction in forever so I’m open too all thoughts. Just don’t be super mean to be mean.

Fluffy with some spicy bits. Slightly NSFW, very slightly. Only a few little implications (Like the famous voltage fade to black scenes).

You wake up one morning before Taki, you decide to play a prank on him. Then he gets a call from work that sounds urgent. That’s not going to stop you though. Will you get your fluffy morning and day with your man. (Confident MC in this story)

Italics are MC’s thoughts

Word Count: 3,200

@greenhearts113 @voltage-vixen @kageseirelle @lin-ful @awesomeallseeingeye @mrs-scm-wife

Honestly inspired by this image😍😍😍

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

Mmmm, five more minutes.

MC groaned as she rolled over burying her head underneath her pillows.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

No, No, No, shut up you stupid piece of shit.

Every word in the book was running through MC’s head at the moment. She desperately tried to fall back into the land of dreams before reality could sweep her up into a day's work.

Then the wretched noise stopped.

Ah, finally quiet. Almost there falling deeper and deeper and deeper into sle…

BZZZ! BZZZ!! BZZZ!!! BZZZ!!!! BZZZZZZ!!!!!

“Aw for the love of God. I just can’t ever get what I want. Can I? One day that’s all I ask for, one day!”

Sitting up, MC reached for her phone that was currently wreaking havoc on her nightstand, ruining her once peaceful slumber.

“All I wanted was five more minutes.”

Grumbling to herself, MC couldn’t have sounded more annoyed and distressed if she tried. MC silenced her phone and placed it back on her night stand.

Raking her fingers through her hair, MC was too busy being pissy with her phone to realize her state of undress. That is until she felt the cool crisp breeze caress her very exposed chest.

MC hastily pulled the blanket up to save herself from the cold. All the while reminiscing on the events of the previous night.

“Wow, I guess we did get pretty wild, huh.”

MC said aloud speaking to no one other than the man right beside her. With a devious smirk playing across her lips, she was ready to tease her lover about what he had done or more accurately what he hadn’t done.

“Geez Taki, you really forgot to close the sliding door. I am fairly certain that the whole city heard our nightly rendezvous. Well it makes sense considering how greedy you were. You couldn’t get me to the bed fast enough, you naughty boy.”

Speaking in the same teasing and haughty tone Taki frequently used with her, MC laughed until she realized she was talking to herself.

MC looked over to her left and couldn’t help the smile blossoming across her whole face. Only one man could make her mood do such a 180. The cause of her smile was none other than her beloved sleeping so soundly, seemingly undisturbed by her alarms incessant bitching.

Leaning over, she reached out to caress his handsome face. All teasing went out the door when MC saw how vulnerable he looked asleep.

The light smile that danced on his lips when she lovingly stroked his cheek, the way his hair softly played in the wind, and that little twitch of his nose made her melt every time.

“Could you get anymore perfect? I know you would never let me say this when you’re awake, but you are so damn cute!”

MC gazed at him adoringly, while caressing down his body right down to the edge of the blanket resting on his lower half. She slowly dragged her hand back up his taut abs and manly chest, coming to rest upon his cheek once more.

“How did I ever get so lucky with you?”

Moving closer to his face with the most love a woman can have present on hers, she kissed his cheek.

“You saved me from so much heartache. I truly believe I never stopped loving you. The day you disappeared you took the other half of my heart with you.”

Bringing her thumb to slide along his lips, MC was quickly desiring more.

“Even with Tomohiro you never left your pedestal in my heart. He was only there to temporarily mask the pain. I thought once I was in love with him, but that wasn’t it. Now that I have you in my arms again I know it was never true love. I only truly ever felt whole and loved with you. It only took ten years, hehe, but I would rather wait ten more than spend ten thousand trudging through life masking the pain.”

With that final thought spoken MC leaned down and placed her lips on his. Overcome with the emotion of a moment that occurs so seldomly these days, MC wraps her love up in her embrace. She commits every detail of his beautiful lips to memory.

How plump, soft, and inviting they are. They are always so kissable and warm to the touch. Truly if MC had a thousand wishes she would trade them for all his kisses. Basking in the warmth of Taki’s body MC snuggles up to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“Mmmm, you smell so good Honey.”

It truly was a perfect morning. What started out as MC fighting with her phone's alarm, turned into a morning of appreciating the love of her life for all that he is. So good, she completely lost track of time.

In fact the perfect morning was about to get even better. The man of the hour started to stir.

“Ooooo.”

Immediately MC’s mischievous side kicks in. She jumps away from Taki landing flat on her back, she pulls the blankets up in a haste, and closes her eyes. She was going to mess with him.

Stretching and blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes, Taki rouses from sleep. He reaches for his phone on his night stand.

“Shit, it’s 7:49.”

I’m sorry babe, I forgot about the time.

“Babe, did your alarm not go off?”

Taki urgently asks, knowing for sure he was going to miss his morning meeting.

Oh, it went off.

MC decided that she was going to keep that bit to herself.

“How could you not wake me up?”

No response.

“Babe!!”

Oh man, he sounds mad.

Taki was slightly irritated, MC always made sure he was awake on time. In his frenzied state he didn’t even realize the state his lover was in. He looked over to her on her side of the bed, and any irritation he had left him in an instant.

“We must have both been really tired to have not set our alarms.”

Haha, yeah.

Taki pondered how he could have forgotten to set his alarm. What confused him even more was MC forgot to set hers. Taki shuddered from the cold breeze, and laughed at himself as he looked at the door to his terrace.

“Oh, forgot to shut the door. I couldn’t help myself. I needed you so bad.”

He looked back to MC. There she was the love of his life sleeping so soundly next to him. She looked so gorgeous asleep. Well she was always gorgeous, but she looked ethereal in sleep with her hair splayed all over the pillows. She was so perfect in his eyes.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Taki reached out and stroked MC’s cheek.

“You are so stunning. I love you so much.”

Awwww, baby.

Taki was so far gone. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He reached out to pull MC to him. He could feel her so close like this. She was so warm and soft. Her even breathing almost pulled him back into dreamland.

She always brought a smile to his face no matter the situation.

Oh my god, please please please don’t realize I’m awake.

Taki talked to MC like she was awake anyway.

“I can't be mad at you MC. It’s only natural you would be so tired after last night. I really wore you out.”

He’s not mad. That’s good at least.

Snuggling into her neck Taki took in her scent.

“I mean how could I not get so wild after the way you tempted me so much. You came on to me and initiated so aggressively. The way you looked so hot in that red, sexy, lacey number, I couldn’t resist. I let you have your fun and first but then…”

Caressing her hair, that trademark devilish smirk appeared. With a chuckle in his tone he whispered in MC’s ear.

“You took me so well.”

TAKI, oh my!!!!!!!!!!

Feeling the smallest jerk from MC, Taki looks up from his comfortable place nipping at her neck.

“MC?”

MC has unleashed the beast. Taki feels his inner tease come out at the sight before his eyes. His beautiful, gorgeous, radiant MC trying to suppress a smile.

I probably look so dumb right now trying to hide the smile on my face. I think I’m doing a good job though, maybe.

Taki applauds her efforts for any other man would have surely been fooled. Not him, she should know by now that she can’t get anything past him. He knows her too well, he was almost fooled. However, he now knows the game MC has been trying to play.

Taki loves and respects MC so much so of course he will give her a formidable opponent.

He lays down where he was resting before in the crook of her neck.

I think I did it.

For a second Taki and MC are completely still.

Ahh, Taki, that tickles!!!

Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

Taki was ravaging MC’s neck with kisses. He was purposefully making loud smacking noises on purpose. MC panicked internally.

He knows, he knows, HE KNOWS!!!

MC tensed up and Taki just smirked. He continued his assault on her beautiful skin by moving a little farther south.

Ugnh, Taki stop.

She wanted him to stop his assault on her body, but it felt so good she couldn’t tell him no. She also has been keeping this game up for this long, it would be stupid to give up now. MC decided upon what she was going to do.

Taki steadily got more and more aggressive. His kisses got more and more sloppy. Oh how he loves to tease her. He could tell for sure she was awake the way her body was responding to him. She was trying so hard to fight it. He found it so irresistibly cute.

MC started to pull away from him. She wished to continue her slumber and Taki was getting very much in the way of that.

Taki wouldn’t let her leave his grip, she wasn’t getting away that easy. He decided to move farther south. MC did not expect at all what he did next.

Bhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Ahh, Taki, Hahahahahaha.

He blew a raspberry on her stomach.

God he can be such a child sometimes.

MC was all talk in her head, but she couldn’t fight the smile that was so bright across her face. The tiny laugh that squeaked out didn’t help her case either. In one last bid to get away she yanked herself away from Taki, and rolled over onto her side. Now he couldn’t see her face.

Taki was grinning ear to ear, like the Cheshire Cat. He knew he had won, it was time for the final battle. Taki followed her, he wrapped his arms around her body and snuggled in. With a grin MC knew was on his face, he leaned down real close to her ear, in such a sexy voice whispered.

“I know you’re awake baby.”

MC couldn’t stop the way her body curled in on itself. The goosebumps from Taki’s seductive tone overwhelming her senses. She giggled, the giggle Taki could never get enough of.

Taki rejoiced at the sight and was about to state his prize when.

Fine you win.

MC reached up at lighting speed, knocking Taki onto his back. Kissing him with full force, MC couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

“Mmph.”

Taki was shocked beyond words he won this game, not her, but he didn’t mind the visual. Soon he tried to deepen the kiss but she moved away, now perched on top of him. He might have won, but she was still in charge. With a smirk she purred.

“Good morning baby boy.”

Taki wore an equally devastating smirk. He placed one hand on her thigh and the other on the small of her back.

“Good morning Gorgeous.”

He stole a kiss, their smiles so big. Was it really even a kiss? MC pulled back to gaze into his eyes.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well, slept right through the start of the day, but you probably already knew that.”

“Don’t get mad at me I lost track of time.”

Taki had his suspicions. Though he would’ve loved the answer to come from her pretty pink lips just like this he flipped them over, now he was in control.

“Doing what?”

“Like I'll ever tell you I have to keep some things private. It adds some spice to our love?”

Taki didn’t like that answer. He had ways to make her talk.

“You remember our promises right? The one after we make love.”

Oh, she remembered but that wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. MC used all of her momentum to push Taki once again onto his back, this time she had his arms pinned above his head.

“Every single word of it my love. It’s really hard to do anything though, in your current predicament.”

“Not as difficult as you think MC.”

MC felt Taki jerk upwards. Demonstrating that the blanket that kept them so modestly covered had long been forgotten, now bunched up on the floor. She was distracted. Taki used this as his opening.

“Ahhhh.”

He rolled them over again so he was once on top. Taki devised a new plan. He started to feverishly tickle her.

“Ahhhh, hahahahaha, Taki stop it, stop it, stop it! HAHAHAHAHA.”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing all morning, instead of waking me up for work.”

“Never will, hahaha, I, haha, tell, hahaha, you, HAHAHAHAHA.”

“Okay have it your way.”

Taki intensified his attack. He wanted to know what she was doing, but her melodic laughter would suffice for now.

MC tried to desperately get away to no avail.

“MC this could all be over if you just tell me what you were doing.”

He couldn’t help but laugh with her unrestrained laughter. It wouldn’t last much longer as MC decided her poor cramping stomach couldn’t take anymore.

“I WAS WATCHING YOU SLEEP! Now please stop, HAHA.”

“What?”

Taki reduced his attack until there were no tickles left. He looked down at her teary eyes in wonder. He wiped her tears away and urged MC to go on.

“I got absorbed watching you sleep. How cute you looked asleep, how vulnerable you were. I got lost thinking about how much I love you and everything you are.”

“Did you now. Is that it?”

“No, I swear that’s it, please no more tickling.”

Taki leaned down and kissed MC passionately. They couldn’t tell where his mouth began and hers ended. He pulled back and said.

“No more tickling I promise.”

He gave her another sweet kiss.

“I have to give you a reward for being such a good girl.”

Wrapping her arms around Taki she questioned with a smile.

“What is it?”

“How about a whole morning of me expressing my love to you”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Do you want it to be?”

They leaned in for the most passionate kiss of the morning. Love in the air and in their gazes as they closed their eyes. A worse sound couldn’t have crashed through the air.

Briiiiing Briiiiiiiing Briiiiiiiiiiiiing

It was Taki’s phone. They both looked at each, they knew he needed to pick up that phone. Taki debated not answering it, he was already late, and he didn’t want to ruin this rare morning. MC was the first to speak.

“I love you Taki, answer it. Go on.”

“I love you too MC. Thank you.”

With a quick kiss, he rolled off of MC to grab it. He threw one arm around her while he answered.

“Hello, Taki Kozaki speaking.”

Such a perfect morning ruined by damn phones. MC thought first her phone was the culprit and now Taki’s. They couldn’t catch a break.

“Yes, yes, really. Oh well, I got a little caught up this morning.”

Taki raised his eyebrows at MC.

It sounded like they were questioning his whereabouts. After all, he didn’t attend his morning meeting. Sure to raise some red flags when the CEO doesn’t show up. MC was largely to blame for that, but she much preferred the morning she got with him instead of sending him off out the front door first thing in the morning.

“You need me badly. What happened?”

MC could just barely make out the voice on the other end of the phone. They needed him to come into work now. MC was visibly upset and Taki squeezed her to him, trying to reassure her. Her sadness didn’t last for long though. Not today, no way, nope, nope, nope, not today. They were not going to take her man away from her today. Especially after what she just went through.

“Okay, okay I’ll come right aw- MC!!”

MC climbed on top of Taki. She ripped his phone from his grasp, turned it off, and threw it on the couch across the room.

To say Taki was shocked was an understatement. He was wide eyed with his mouth open like a fish. Hehehe, he really does look like a fish.

“What’s so funny, MC they need me.”

“Just that you look like a fishy, with your mouth agape like that and your big wide eyes.”

Taki glared at her, while she laughed at her dumb joke.

“MC that is not funny I really need to go.”

Leaning down to place her hands on his chest she muttered. She used all her sex appeal to get him to go along with her.

“We’ve already come this far baby. Why can't you just stay with me today? We will just say you weren’t feeling well. Please!”

She danced her fingers up to his cheek, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Taki wasn’t sure. She didn’t give up trying to persuade him in the least.

“Besides i think the rich, handsome, sexy, powerful man laying beneath can go one day without going to work.

MC tried to swell his ego, but Taki rolled his eyes, trying to get out while he still could.

“No, babe. Not today.”

He tried to get up but she pushed him back down.

“Um that was not a request Mr. Kozaki.”

Taki sighed. MC was making this really difficult, she demanded something from him. How often does he get to see that? He felt his willpower disappearing.

“You’re really not going to let me go, are you?”

Her eyes gleamed like a childs. She gave him a quick kiss.

“Nope you are mine today, and that’s an order.”

Taki was stunned by her words. She was so full of surprises today. His naughty little minx was getting what she wanted, and boy was she good at doing it. That order snapped Taki’s last will of restraint. He flipped them over for the last time that day. He couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she was demanding of him. After all he loved when she bossed him around.

“God I love it when you’re greedy.”

FIN

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pedroscurls · 8 years ago

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Title: The Proposal (one-shot)

Character(s): Negan and Sara (original female character) Summary: So, this was a request that I received from @a-girl-interupted: “I had an idea of a character with negan where she eventually becomes his/a wife and somehow he realizes how important it would be to her to have an actual proposal and wedding. We dont want to Negan too soft and the details are up to you but I would cry to see this” Word Count: 8,790 Warning: Smut!!! Author’s Note: BIG THANK YOU TO @ofdragonsanddreams16 for the idea of this story’s proposal!!!! I had fun writing this! I also added a bit of backstory to the new wife hehe. Also, italics are flashbacks! I hope you enjoyed this story, @a-girl-interupted!!! I surely did my best to accomplish what you wanted and I hope I did just that. Enjoy! :)

(GIF Source: @justnegan)

Sara was a newcomer to the Sanctuary. After she was situated with her own room, a shower, and a fresh set of clothes, she finally felt safe. It had been a long time since she felt that way. She had been with a group prior to the Saviors helping her into this new community, but even then, she didn’t feel safe.

When she arrived at the Sanctuary, Sara noticed the gates surrounding the large building. She also took notice of the dead that were in the front yard.

Suddenly, she was taken out of her reverie when she heard a loud knock on the door. Simon had told her that the “boss” was going to be talking to her about options that she could choose from before she arrived to the Sanctuary.

Slowly opening the door, Sara widened her eyes. It was Negan. The same Negan that had made a lasting impression on her when he was in the hospital with his sick-wife Lucille.

As their eyes met, Sara noticed the look of familiarity that flashed in his brown orbs. His hair was slicked back with a slight stubble littering across his face. The red scarf along with the leather jacket did not go unnoticed, but she felt slightly uneasy at the sight of his barbed-wire bat.

“Sara?” Negan muttered.

“Negan…” She responded.

“Holy fuck. I thought you were dead,” he said, stepping into her room without asking. Sara nodded to herself, shutting the door and running a hand absently through her hair.

“Well, I must be lucky if I made it this long.”

“Lucky? Bullshit, doll. You don’t get this far if you weren’t a fighter.” Negan grinned, flashing her the dimples she remembered so fondly.

Negan had been resting against the wall after his wife, Lucille, underwent another session of chemotherapy. Their nurse, Sara, always attempted to lighten the mood with her corny jokes. She always believed that laughter was the best medicine.

Sara hesitantly rested a hand on his broad shoulder. Negan was much taller and much bigger than she was. It was always so heartbreaking to see the biggest guys melt into a puddle of tears and emotions at their sick loved ones.

“Hey…” She whispered.

Negan cleared his throat, straightening up and brushing her hand off. “I’m fucking fine.”

“Negan…”

“No, you don’t have to fucking check up on me, okay, Sara? I’ll be fine. I just wish my fucking wife wasn’t in so much goddamn pain.”

Sara sighed, dropping her hand back to her side. “Want to hear a story?” She asked, trying to get his mind off Lucille. She figured she could talk to him while Lucille was in a chemotherapy session.

“What?” He answered, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Well, how about we grab a cup of coffee and go talk outside? It’s a nice day out.”

Negan groaned in irritation, but followed anyway. The pair retrieved a cup of coffee before leaving the hospital to sit at the bench outside. It was a beautiful sunny, warm day and Negan didn’t understand how the world could go on while his Lucille was struggling to stay alive.

“I know what you’re doing, Sara,” he said, sipping on his coffee.

“And what is that?”

“You’re trying to get my mind off Lucille. I’m not fucking stupid.”

“I never said you were, but it’s better than you counting the minutes until she’s back, right?” Sara replied.

Negan didn’t answer. He knew she was right.

“So, about that story…” She began.

“About fucking time.”

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Sara teased.

“Who else do you think I got it from?” Negan chuckled lowly, dropping his eyes to the pavement.

“Anyway, I always had this dream of this perfect proposal following an even more perfect wedding.”

“Okay, why the fuck does this have anything to do with me?” Negan arched a brow.

“I’m trying to tell you a story and you’re not listening.”

“Fine, fine. Shit.”

Sara smiled, looking out to see a few doctors and patients walking around on this beautiful day. She sighed, glancing down at her left hand to see the vacant finger where a ring should have been.

“The first time I realized I wanted to have the perfect proposal and wedding was when I attended my aunt’s wedding. It was gorgeous. Her husband was – He was a romantic and –”

“Sounds like a fucking pussy,” Negan interrupted.

Sara shook her head, playfully smacking his arm. “Women love men who are hopeless romantics, Negan.”

“Yeah, yeah. Continue your story.”

“Well, I had been so stuck on that fantasy of mine that I missed out on so many other great guys. I just assumed all guys would – you know, they would put effort into a proposal,” Sara shrugged.

“Do you have a fucking boyfriend? Maybe you should be telling him this story instead of me.”

“I’m trying to talk about it so you can tell me how you proposed to Lucille. You’re missing the point,” she replied.

“I’m not going to tell you how I proposed to my wife,” he said, sipping his coffee.

“Why not? Afraid you’ll be one of those pussies?”

Negan turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes. “I would be careful if I were you, doll.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t see you as a romantic type either,” she teased.

“Oh, you’re fucking hilarious, huh?” Negan chuckled.

Sara smiled. She was glad to have clouded his mind from reality for a brief moment. Sometimes Negan needed to remember the good times that he shared with his wife rather than focus on their current situation.

Suddenly, Sara felt a buzz on her pager and her smiled broadened.

“Lucille’s session is done. She’s back in her room and she’s resting. See? Isn’t it better to talk to people than impatiently wait in the hall with your head against the wall?” Sara said, standing from the bench.

“Whatever. If you think I’m going to say that you’re right, you’ve got another fucking thing coming.”

“Come on. Let’s go see your wife,” she smiled.

Negan looked at her. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. He had checked her out long before the world ended, but there was always the underlying guilt that always ate away at him.

It didn’t feel right to think his wife’s nurse was hot.

“So…” Negan began.

Sara bit her lower lip. “Don’t tell me you’ve got all shy on me now, Negan.”

“Can you really imagine someone like me being fucking shy, Sara?”

“Good point. I cannot,” she laughed quietly, moving to sit on the edge of her bed.

“You get a guy who can give you your perfect proposal and dream wedding, doll?”

Sara shook her head, “Didn’t get a chance to before the world ended, so nope. Though, I don’t mind. Probably better off this way, you know? One less person to worry about.”

Negan sighed. Somehow, he disagreed with her. He would do anything to have Lucille back.

“Well, that’s a damn shame. I was hoping you’d give me some fucking love story.”

“I’m sure that’s never going to happen. The odds of finding the perfect wedding dress and wedding ring is nonexistent in this new world.”

“You never know, Sara. I’m sure bridal stores weren’t looted when the world turned to shit.”

Negan smiled. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but reminisce about the long talks they shared while Lucille was in the hospital. He found himself not only missing his wife even more, but also the casual conversation with light flirting that he and Sara seemed to find themselves in.

“Can I say something?” Sara asked.

“Sure, why the fuck not?”

“I’m sorry… You know, about Lucille…”

Negan tightened his jaw. He gripped the end of his bat tightly. Somehow, he didn’t want her to stop talking about his wife. If it were anyone, though, their heads would have already been a mush on the ground.

“So am I. What I fucking did to her… I deserved it.”

“You’ve got to stop blaming yourself for a mistake,” Sara replied.

“I cheated on her, Sara! I cheated on her and when I told her that I chose her, she decided to get angry at me? I don’t fucking understand!” Negan yelled, sitting at their usual bench outside the hospital.

Lucille must have been at another one of her chemotherapy sessions.

“You cheated on her?” Sara asked.

“It was a fucking mistake.”

“Then maybe you should start thinking of it like that too, Negan.”

“Lucille got angry at me for choosing her, for choosing to stay by her side when she needs me the fucking most. I don’t understand,” he sighed.

“She’s only looking out for you, Negan. I know you hate talking about it, but from what I’m hearing… Lucille doesn’t want you wasting your time with her if she knows she’s going to… To die…”

Negan tightened his jaw. “She’s not going to fucking die.”

“I didn’t say she was. You’re not listening… Again. Don’t you ever think that she says what she says because she’s looking out for you, Negan?”

“She doesn’t have to fucking look out for me! She’s fucking sick and it’s because I was never home. I wasn’t a good fucking husband and –”

Sara instantly rested a hand on his forearm, offering a kind gesture. Negan instantly looked down at her hand. He knew that if he didn’t have Sara, he would have lost his mind already.

“We all make mistakes, you know? Some more severe than others, but you aren’t being punished for what you did, Negan. Lucille is sick and you’re doing more than what anyone would do, okay? You’re still here. You chose her. That’s saying something…”

Negan tightened his jaw and pulled away from her despite the urge to just lean against her. Sara was making him feel better, but he knew that if he got attached, the attraction would soon follow and he didn’t want to make that same mistake again.

It was already bad enough that her beautiful smile and big, dark brown eyes lured him in.

Negan shook his head. He couldn’t let some woman he knew from his old life change him into a puddle of emotions. He was the leader of the Sanctuary. He had an image to uphold.

“Listen, let’s get down to fucking business,” Negan said, shifting his demeanor completely.

Sara furrowed a brow and nodded, dropping her eyes. “Simon mentioned a few options?”

“Yeah, but that was before I fucking knew it was you that he was bringing in. I should probably tell you something before I ask though,” he said.

“And that is?”

“I’ve got five wives.”

Sara arched a brow. “I’m sorry. Did I mishear you? What? Why?”

“I don’t expect you to fucking understand, but I’m telling you this simply because you’re the only one here that knows who I am before the world fucking ended,” Negan began.

Sara couldn’t help but wonder if Lucille’s death triggered Negan into avoiding commitment. Either way, she didn’t know why he had to have five women at his disposal in a world like this one. It made her wonder if he loved all five of them in their own way.

“Do you love them?” Sara asked.

Negan narrowed his eyes. He looked insulted.

“What? Fuck no. Listen. I have an image to uphold here, okay?”

“And what image is that? Hugh Hefner? We’re in the damn apocalypse, Negan.”

Negan tightened his jaw and stood up, walking towards her. He stood in front of Sara, staring down at her as she remained sitting at the edge of her twin-sized bed.

“I need a sense of fucking control. It’s difficult already as it is to run this entire community. Having wives… It shows how powerful I am. I treat them like fucking princesses. Whatever they want, they get. Nail polish. Dresses. Lingerie. Alcohol. Anything you can think of that is lost in this world… They fucking have the luxury of,” Negan explained.

“I just don’t understand…”

“I don’t expect you to, but I figured I’d give you a damn explanation before I ask you an important question.”

Sara furrowed a brow, looking up at him. At the hospital, she had daydreamed about him many times, despite the guilt that was eating at her when she would tend to Lucille.

“And what’s that?”

“Well, Sara… You can marry me and you can live that fucking luxurious life. I can be the husband you always wanted to have and –”

Suddenly, Sara stood up and brought an open hand to connect with his cheek. She didn’t know where she got the urge to slap him, but after knowing what he went through, it seemed like he was brushing his feelings away rather than coping with what happened to Lucille.

“You know, I think I’m fifty percent more into you now,” Negan grinned.

“Lucille died and this is how you’re living?” Sara hesitated.

“You weren’t there to fucking see what happened, Sara! Those wives are nothing to me!”

“Then why do you have them, Negan? Help me understand because from where I’m standing, it looks like you never coped with Lucille’s death and that alone is going to eat you alive. You can go ahead and put on a façade for everyone else, but I know you,” she replied.

Negan tightened his jaw and propped the bat on his shoulder. He had enough of talking to her.

“Also, this is Lucille,” Negan said, motioning to his bat, “and she can get very thirsty.”

Sara sighed. She wasn’t afraid. In fact, she was worried about him. It had been a long time since they last saw one another and a longer time since Lucille passed away. If he didn’t have the chance to cope with it now, then she didn’t know if he ever would.

“If you have an infirmary, Negan, I will work there. I’ll pull my own weight,” Sara suggested, her eyes deviating to the baseball bat.

“Then I guess that’s a fucking no on the proposal,” he replied.

“It wasn’t romantic enough,” she lied.

Sara walked out of her room and waited for Negan to follow, glancing over her shoulder. She noticed the grin on his face, his long strides finally catching up to her. She followed him closely, looking around the area before they approached the infirmary after a few flights of stairs down.

He opened the door to reveal another man dressed in a white coat; he looked like a doctor.

“Dr. Carson, we’ve got a newbie with us. She used to be a fucking nurse before this world turned to fucking shit, so here is your new assistant that you’ve been asking for,” he said, resting a hand on Sara’s lower back to usher her inside.

Sara glanced over at him, arching a brow.

“I’ll let you get settled in, doll. I’ll have one of my men show you to dinner tonight,” Negan smiled, looking down at her.

Sara nodded, glancing around the room. She finally felt like she belonged somewhere. Everything around her was so familiar that she just couldn’t wait to start working.

“Okay, Negan… Thank you.” Instantly, Sara rested a hand on his forearm. She squeezed it gently, just like how she would usually do whenever he was stressed about Lucille. Letting her hand drop back to her side, she turned on her heel and walked further into the room to talk to Dr. Carson.

Negan arched a brow, tightening his jaw. He let out a heavy sigh before leaving the infirmary. He didn’t have time to think about her. He had other things to do like run the Sanctuary and make sure the rest of the communities were cooperating with him and his rules.

It had been a week since Negan last talked to Sara. He kept wondering how she was doing or if she was adjusting well to the new change, but he knew he had to keep his distance.

Since seeing her, the memories of his old life haunted his dreams. He didn’t know if they were dreams or nightmares; he decided it was the latter. He would wake in a sweat, reaching out in hopes that this was just a bad dream and he would wake up with Lucille in his arms.

So, one night, he decided to pay Sara a visit. He didn’t care if it was late and past curfew, he needed to talk to her. After pulling on a white shirt with his pajama pants, he slipped on his leather jacket and boots and grabbed Lucille to place on his shoulder.

Negan usually went to one of his wives to distract him from the nightmares that awoke him, but he hadn’t been with them since Sara came to the Sanctuary.

Finally at her door, he knocked lightly. Negan didn’t want to startle her.

Sara was fast asleep in the comfort of her own bed. She wondered why Negan was avoiding her. A week passed since she last saw him and she had no idea why he didn’t stop by to see how she was doing, but she figured it was because he was busy.

When she heard a quiet knock at her door, Sara sighed. She instantly grabbed one of the books that were on the shelf as a weapon. It was heavy and with the right amount of force behind it, she was sure she could knock someone out if they tried something.

Slowly, she opened the door. Sara dropped the book with a loud thud at the sight of Negan. He looked distressed.

“Negan?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he just walked in, picked up the book and set it back on her shelf. Instantly, he removed his jacket and his boots before lying on her bed. Sara furrowed a brow. She didn’t know what was going on.

“Um, Negan…”

“Just lie with me, Sara.” He mumbled.

Sara sighed, walking back to her bed and lying down next to him. Her twin-sized bed did not give them enough space, so she placed his arm over her shoulder and she curled up against him. She didn’t know why she found it so easy to be so close to him, but she didn’t mind.

It had been a long time since she cuddled with someone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sara whispered.

“No,” he replied.

“Well, I’m here if you do, okay?”

“I’m fine,” he lied.

Sara sighed, sitting up which caused him to groan in response. He looked up at her through the darkness, gently tugging on her arm to make her lie back down.

“Negan…”

“I’m fucking fine, Sara.”

“Then why are you here?”

Negan sighed, tightening his jaw. “I can’t fucking come in here?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Negan. What’s wrong?”

Instead of replying, he grabbed Lucille and his leather jacket. He looked over at her and shook his head, slipping his boots on. Sara knew exactly what he was going to do. She knew he was going to leave, so she quickly stood up and ran to the door to block his way out.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asked.

“I don’t have fucking nightmares. Now, move or I will fucking make you, Sara.”

“Why are you acting like you’re invincible? You’re going to break one of these days and when you do, I hope it isn’t too late.”

He looked down at her. The moon casted a dim light through her window and while it was dark, Negan could see her perfectly. Here was this woman that had the only connection to his old life. He had even gotten into countless arguments with Lucille when she suggested that he start dating Sara.

Now, it didn’t seem like a bad idea except for the fact that the dead had risen and living wasn’t guaranteed anymore.

So, instead of replying, he simply ignored her to start a new conversation.

“Did you rethink your decision on marrying me?” He asked.

“Why can’t you talk to me? You know, like before…”

Negan sighed, “Because there isn’t a hospital bench to sit on.”

Suddenly, Sara placed both hands onto his cheeks, brushing her thumbs against his stubbly cheeks. It was enough to calm him down and make his head droop lower.

“Sara…”

“Talk to me…” She replied.

Negan sighed, dropping the bat and wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his face against her neck, shutting his eyes tightly. All he could see now was Lucille and how he witnessed her change into one of the dead.

Sara was slightly shocked at how cuddly he was. She didn’t expect him to react this way. She had seen him crumble like this before, but certainly not as bad as this.

“Negan…”

He simply shook his head, pulling back to straighten up. He looked down at her and sighed. Maybe having an old friend from the old world was a bad idea. It just made him think about the life that they could have lived if the world didn’t end.

“I could keep you safe, Sara. I could protect you. Being my wife… It means extra security. I can keep an eye on you,” he said.

“Negan… You know where I stand on marriage.”

“Yeah, you want a fucking princess wedding and a perfect proposal. I fucking get it. But if you didn’t know, the world ended. That shit won’t happen.” Negan replied, tightening his jaw.

“That’s not it, Negan. I can’t get married in this world, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you and the fact that I’ll have to share you with five other women? I’ll pass.”

“So, it’s the sharing?” Negan asked.

Sara sighed, stepping aside to allow him through the door. She shook her head and decided to walk back to her bed, lying on her side.

“Good night, Negan.”

Negan looked over at her and sighed, removing his jacket and his boots once more. Hesitantly, he climbed into bed with her and wrapped an arm around her from behind. The twin bed was too small for the both of them, so Negan shifted forward until their bodies were pressed against one another.

“You know, Lucille used to anger me when she said that you and I would make a good fucking couple,” he whispered.

Sara arched a brow, shutting her eyes and absently leaning back against him.

“What?”

“When I’m gone, Negan… Make sure you have Sara, okay? You two will be perfect,” Lucille said, lying back against her hospital bed.

Negan sighed. He didn’t want to have go through this conversation again.

“Can you please stop?” He asked.

“I’m not getting any better, Negan. You’re going to need someone. I know that you and her talk when I’m gone. She’s good for you,” she coughed, turning away.

Negan didn’t want to argue with her. Instead, he sat at the edge of her bed to take her hand. It looked so frail and tiny compared to his own. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, gently lifting her headwrap to reveal her bald head. Even without hair, she was still so beautiful to him.

“No one will ever be good for me. You’ve got that position, Lucille.”

“Oh no. Are you getting all mushy with me?” She teased.

“What Sara and I do… We’re just talking. I learned my fucking lesson.”

“When I’m gone –” Lucille began, bringing a finger to his lips to shush him. “Just know that I forgive you, all right? Sara will help you through this process…”

“She’s just a fucking friend, Lucille. Plus, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Negan, come on…” She mumbled, dropping her hand back to her side on the hospital bed.

Negan knew she was right. Sara had managed to take his mind off the pain that Lucille felt during her sessions and while he was grateful for meeting Sara, he couldn’t think about being with another woman while Lucille was dying.

“Fine, okay? Fuck, fine.”

“She knew that you helped me through a lot of shit while she was in the hospital,” Negan whispered. His lips hovered against her ear. He had forgotten what it felt like to fall asleep with a warm body next to him and despite having five wives, nothing would be as meaningful as this particular moment he was sharing with Sara.

Slowly, Sara turned to face him. She kissed his cheek and rested back against the pillow.

“Lucille was a great woman, Negan.”

“I know she was. I bet you she’s fucking laughing up there saying, ‘I told you so.’ That woman always loved to be fucking right.”

He reveled in having a familiar woman in his arms. Sara knew who he was before this. She knew what he did, what kind of person he was and no matter how many times he told her that he had an image to uphold, she would never believe it.

“If you ever need to just get away, you can come in here, okay? Just as long as you tell me what’s going on,” Sara mumbled, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

Negan didn’t know what to say. Sure, Sara had been the only one to get him to talk about his problems, but the world was different now. If his men found out that he wasn’t as fearless as they thought he was, everything he had built would crumble.

“I’ll be fucking fine,” he replied, resting his cheek against the crown of her head.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Can we just go to fucking sleep?”

Sara laughed quietly, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe you didn’t learn how to tone down your vulgarity.”

“What? It’s a part of who I am,” Negan smiled.

“Right. Good night, Negan.”

“Night, Sara.”

The following morning, Sara awoke to see Negan climbing out of the bed. She had grown accustomed to waking up before the sun even began to rise. Needless to say, she wasn’t shocked to see Negan getting up at the crack of dawn.

“Not going to say goodbye?” She teased, turning on her side.

Negan glanced over his shoulder at her. He still couldn’t believe that she was here. Lucille was right. Sara was going to help him through her death and while it had been years since Lucille died, that wound will always be fresh.

Hopefully, not for long though.

“Well, I was getting there. I just woke up,” he said, sitting at the edge of her bed.

“I’m just teasing. By the way, you snore. You know that?”

“And that’s my fucking cue to leave. I don’t like liars.”

Sara laughed quietly, climbing off the bed to grab a new set of clothes to get her day started at the infirmary. “Oh come on. When have I ever lied?”

Negan narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m not going to even fucking reply. You women always love to be right and I don’t want to acknowledge it.”

He grabbed Lucille once he turned the door, glancing at Sara and nodding once.

“Have a good day, Negan.”

“You too, doll.”

Sara changed into her clean pair of clothes. She glanced at her small bed and smiled to herself. She had fallen asleep in Negan’s arms and for once in her life, she felt safe. She knew Negan could protect her, but there was no way that she would agree to marrying him.

She never did like sharing.

Negan was walking down the hallway to go to the infirmary. He couldn’t take his mind off Sara. Usually, he wouldn’t take rejection too lightly, but he knew that Sara had a reason behind it. He knew that she was attracted to him just as he was attracted to her, but Negan wanted to be sure that when she said yes, she said it because she meant it.

Taking his walkie-talkie out from the waistband of his pants, he pressed the button to call Simon.

“Simon. Know any jewelry stores around here?” He asked.

Simon replied almost immediately, “I think so. I can take a look at the map.”

“Great. Bring it by my office later.”

He lowered the volume on his walkie-talkie before walking into the infirmary. Negan smiled while he watched Sara walk around the small room, maneuvering around Dr. Carson to get what she needed to count the items for inventory.

It brought him back to the times he spent at the hospital.

“Hey, doll.” Negan said.

Sara turned, smiling in his direction. Dr. Carson stiffened, excusing himself from the room.

“Shouldn’t you be bossing people around? That’s what leaders do, right?” Sara teased, turning her attention back to counting.

“Oh, you’re growing a set of balls on you, aren’t you?”

“Maybe because I don’t fear the leader,” she whispered.

Negan chuckled, shaking his head. He glanced over his shoulder before sitting at the edge of the examination table. “Yeah. Don’t say that again unless you want to get fucking punished.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” she winked.

“Careful, Sara.”

She laughed quietly, turning around to look up at him. She tilted her head and smiled to herself.

“So, Simon…” She began.

“What about?”

“Is he seeing anyone?” Sara asked, biting her lower lip.

“What? I don’t fucking know. Why?”

“I think he’s kind of hot.”

“Uh, what the fuck, Sara? I’m right here.”

“And…?” Sara tilted her head, clear amusement written on her face.

“What kind of fucking guys are you into anyway? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about that,” he asked, tightening his jaw.

“Well, um, I like older men… Facial hair is a definite plus. Dimples,” she smiled, walking away from him.

Negan narrowed his eyes, walking after her once he stepped down the examination table. He gently took ahold of her upper arm and turned her around, looking into her eyes.

“You’re busting my fucking balls, aren’t you?”

Sara burst into a fit of giggles, bringing a hand to her mouth as she stared up at him.

“It was always so funny to tease you,” she said.

“I don’t fucking see why,” he replied.

Just before Sara could respond, Simon’s voice filtered the small room in a low volume of his walkie-talkie. She arched a brow and felt uneasy about what the other man was saying.

“Found one, boss. We’re good to go whenever you’d like,” Simon said.

Negan looked down at her, nodding to himself. “Sounds good. Load up a truck. I’ll be going alone. You’re in charge until I fucking get back.”

Sara sighed, setting down the clipboard. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face against his chest. Negan was taken aback, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his own arms around her slender frame.

“What’s with the sudden hug?”

“Why are you going alone?” She asked.

“It’s something I just have to fucking do alone.”

Sara sighed, pulling away from him. She didn’t know why she had the sudden urge to hug him. She hadn’t been here long, but last night and having him in the same bed with her was something she yearned more of.

“Then you better come back,” Sara said.

“You going to fucking miss me, doll?”

She playfully punched his arm, nodding. “You’re the only person I know here. Of course I’m going to miss you.”

“Well, that’s a relief to hear. I better get a move on if I want to be back in time for dinner. Keep an eye out on how things are running here,” Negan said. She was truly the only one he could really trust.

“Just as long as you come back, yeah.”

Negan chuckled, propping Lucille onto his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Sara. I’ll be fine.”

NEGAN’S POV

I can’t believe I’m actually going to this damn jewelry store just to get a damn ring. I never thought I’d find myself in this type of store in my life, but here I fucking am. I know it was dangerous to do this myself, but I didn’t need to have my men or the rest of the Sanctuary know what I was up to.

If Sara said yes to my proposal, I was going to get rid of the rest of my wives. If I couldn’t make things right with Lucille, then maybe I could make it right with Sara. Maybe this was life giving me another chance with a woman in a long-term commitment.

I pulled up to the jewelry store. It seemed deserted from the outside. I just hope nothing popped out at me. I was just going to get the first ring that caught my eye and hope it was the perfect size.

I climbed out of the truck carefully, grabbing Lucille and walking inside the store. I tapped against the wall to conjure up a few quiet bangs. After a few minutes, no potential threats appear and I allowed myself to relax just a bit.

I looked through the various rings. It reminded me when I went shopping for Lucille’s engagement ring. It was so long ago that the memory seemed slightly hazy at this point. Once I found a ring, I quietly used the end of my sweet Lucille to break the glass.

Picking it up, I held it in my hands. It was simple, but elegant. Sara didn’t seem like the type of woman who liked to go way too over the top, so this ring was perfect.

I grabbed a small velvet box and placed it inside. I would propose to her tomorrow night. It was going to be everything she dreamed of. I was going to make sure she said yes.

Sara was in her bed after curfew. She couldn’t sleep. Negan hadn’t been back yet and she wondered if he was on his way or if he encountered some trouble. Maybe he was back, but decided to spend the night with one of his wives.

She sighed, turning to her side and gripping the pillow to her chest. What Negan didn’t know was that she also had a few talks with Lucille. She even admitted to the other woman that Negan was a very handsome man which made both women burst into a fit of laughter. Negan wasn’t perfect, but he was easy on the eyes.

Lucille knew that Sara had a crush on him, but she never denied it. Talking to him made her realize how truly lonely Sara was. She looked forward to the days where they would sit out at the bench and just talk.

With a heavy sigh, Sara forced herself to shut her eyes. She wished she could just fall asleep.

Suddenly, she heard the door open and a quiet grumbling. She looked over her shoulder to see Negan. Instantly, Sara stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was much taller than she was, so her bare feet lifted from the ground just slightly.

When she felt Negan’s arms wrap around her, she leaned into him. He was safe. He was alive. He was here.

Negan pulled away to look down at her, grinning to himself.

Sara narrowed her eyes, slapping his chest lightly. “What took you so long?”

“I wasn’t gone long.”

“It’s almost midnight, Negan.”

“Well, I’ve been back since curfew. I just needed some fucking rest. Also had a talk with Simon,” he said, removing his leather jacket.

“You’re sleeping in here tonight?” Sara asked.

“If you don’t mind.”

She smiled, lying back down on her bed and waiting for him to join her. Once he stripped from his pants and leather jacket, Negan climbed onto the tiny bed wearing his boxers and white t-shirt.

Sara was clad in shorts and a tank-top. She instantly snuggled to him once he wrapped his arms around her. She exhaled a content sigh and shut her eyes. She could finally fall asleep now that she knew Negan was okay.

“Good night, Sara.”

She smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

The next morning, Sara awoke on her side. Negan had his arm wrapped around her from behind. He was pressing himself against her and Sara could definitely feel the ‘morning wood’ that he was sporting.

She shut her eyes, squeezing her legs absently at the rush of desire that washed over her. Sara moved back against him, hearing his low groan before he turned to lie on his back. She glanced over her shoulder at him and allowed her eyes to deviate to the evident tent in his boxers.

She definitely needed to restrain herself.

“It’s just morning wood,” he mumbled, running a hand over his sleepy eyes.

Sara blushed, nodding. “I’m a nurse. I know.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with fucking anything, but okay.”

“I don’t know why I said that. Okay. I’m going to get ready for work.” She climbed off the bed and walked to her clothes. Negan lifted his head to watch her, his eyes deviating to her backside and her legs that were revealed due to the shortness of her shorts.

“Wait, can I ask you something?” Negan asked, swinging his legs over the bed and slipping his pants on with his white t-shirt.

“I’m not going to be a wife when you’ve got five others, Negan. We established that.”

“No, that’s not what I was going to fucking ask. Tonight… Have dinner with me?” Negan asked.

“Well, I have to make sure I have enough points, but sure, yeah.”

“I’ll have that taken care of. Just be back in your room by six tonight,” Negan replied, walking to the door with Lucille on his shoulder.

And just like that, he was out of her room.

Sara had to wonder what he was hiding under his sleeve, but she figured maybe he finally was going to talk to her about what was bothering him.

“Is everything fucking set, Simon?” Negan asked, overlooking the fences carefully.

“Yes. We’ve got the kitchen cooking spaghetti tonight, thanks to the people of Alexandria. Also, we cleared out the roof, so it should be clean. Are you going to tell me what you have planned?” Simon replied.

“Going to ask Sara to marry me,” he shrugged.

“Why are you going all out for another wife?”

“I knew her before this world turned to shit. I’m thinking of ridding the wives if she says yes,” Negan admitted.

“That’s a big step. You sure you want to do that?”

“I’m sure. Thanks for fixing the roof for me,” Negan said, walking away from the railing to head back inside.

Sara finished her shift at work and waved goodbye to Dr. Carson. It was constantly slow at the infirmary which was a good thing, but it made it for a boring day on her end.

Her stomach was growling by the time she made it back to her room. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was nearing six o’clock before she walked to her bathroom to quickly shower. Once she finished, Sara changed into her black pants and a white v-neck. It was warm out, so she wanted to be as comfortable as possible.

At six o’clock on the dot, Sara heard the quiet knocks on her door. She smiled and ran a hand through her damp locks before she opened the door to reveal Negan dressed in his grey pants, white t-shirt, leather jacket and red scarf. His hair was slicked back and she smiled.

This almost seemed like a date.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey. Ready for some fucking dinner?”

Sara nodded, “I’m starving.”

Negan led her out of her room and towards the flight of stairs. Instead of descending it to the cafeteria, Negan let her walk up the stairs. The look of confusion on her face made him chuckle before they approached the door to the roof. Slowly, he pushed it open and grinned to himself.

He was definitely going to reward Simon for the set-up.

Sara arched a brow, glancing around. There was a large blanket sitting on the floor with a few pillows and their plates of food. She looked over at him and tilted her head.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“We’re having fucking dinner,” Negan grinned, leading her to sit at the blanket.

Sara smiled to herself, removing her boots to get comfortable. She brought the plate to her lap and grinned.

“It’s spaghetti…”

“It sure is. Dig in, doll.”

Negan and Sara ate in silence. She looked out at the view and smiled to herself. The sun was just about to set and it reminded her of the beauty in this new world of theirs.

When she finished her dinner, she set her plate down and looked over at Negan. Hesitantly, Sara leaned against him. She felt his arm wrap around her as he looked out in the distance.

“You did tell me you liked watching the sunset once,” he said.

“I did. You were listening to that? What a shocker,” she teased.

Negan narrowed his eyes, “You think you’re just so fucking funny, huh?”

“Yup. I think I’m hilarious,” she laughed.

“Did I ever thank you? You know, about taking care of Lucille? I don’t think she would have gotten through it as long as she did if not for you, Sara.”

“I was just doing my job,” she replied.

“You made her laugh. I can still hear it to this fucking day. I used to think it was haunting me, but now I’m beginning to embrace it. I miss her so fucking much, but seeing you… It just gave me a piece of the old world,” Negan added.

“We had nice talks. It managed to take your mind off the sessions that Lucille went through and it surely prevented you from causing mayhem in the hospital.”

“I can never thank you enough for doing that. I knew you had other fucking patients to tend to during that hour, but you made it your priority to keep me occupied. It means a lot to me, Sara.”

Sara looked over at him and smiled, looking into his eyes. “I’d do it over again in an instant.”

Negan nodded, shifting the velvet box in his leather jacket before he noticed Sara standing up. He watched her move to the edge of the roof to look at the sunset. He knew he had to do this. It was like dejavu with his own proposal for Lucille, but this was different.

He was going to do things right this time around.

Suddenly, Negan shifted to kneel on one knee. He grabbed the velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing it to her. Now, all he had to do was wait for her to turn around.

“Sara…”

“Negan, this is so pretty. Do you mind if I come here every once in a while?” She asked, keeping her back to him.

“Sure, but hey… Turn around.”

“Hold on…”

“Sara, fuck, turn around.”

Slowly, Sara turned around. She widened her eyes at the ring and also at the position that Negan was in. She never thought she would see a man like him kneel.

“Negan…”

“I know this is important to you. I know things are fucking different now that the world ended, but I believe that you coming back into my life was some sort of destiny. I’ll get rid of the wives just as long as you say yes. I fucking look at you and I see the life I used to have. There’s a piece of me that you gave back to me, Sara…”

She didn’t expect him to ask her to marry him, but she knew how he felt because she had felt it too. Seeing Negan gave her a piece of her old self back and she wanted to feel more of that.

“Negan…” She repeated.

“Marry me. I may not love you now, but I can fucking guarantee you that I’m well on my fucking way,” he added.

Sara cleared her throat. His proposal seemed so real now that he was kneeling with a ring in front of him.

“Seeing you was like a breath of fresh air. I knew I would be safe…” Sara replied. “Yes, Negan… I’ll marry you.”

He grinned, taking the ring from the velvet box and slowly slid it on her finger. When it was a perfect fit, Negan grinned and stood up to wrap his arms around her waist.

“We’re married,” he said.

“Engaged, but in this world, yes, we’re married.”

“Smartass,” Negan smiled, cupping her cheek. He always wanted to know what her lips felt like.

“If you don’t kiss me now, I may just have to give you your ring back,” Sara teased.

Negan grinned, leaning down to capture her lips. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. Her arms wrapped around her neck, standing on her toes to slowly move their lips against one another.

Negan slowly set her onto the blanket, settling himself between her legs. He knew he made the right decision on proposing to her. Tomorrow, he would have to kick his wives out and move Sara into his bedroom.

He had so much to do, but right now, he wanted to know what it felt like to be inside Sara.

His lips moved to her jawline, his beard scraping against her soft skin. She shut her eyes, running a hand through his hair to slightly dishevel it in the process. Negan’s hands slowly lifted her v-neck over her head, setting it aside as he looked her over. He removed his red scarf and leather jacket, staring down at her with an animalistic grin.

She squeezed her legs. Sara thought back to the way he felt against her this morning. She wanted more.

Negan’s hands moved down her abdomen to the button and zipper at her jeans, slowly pulling them down. His thumb grazed the fabric of her panties before he slid her jeans from her legs. She was clad in a matching pair of a white bra and white panties.

“Oh, you’re going to be wearing much more fucking nice undergarments, Sara,” he smirked, pressing his hips against hers to feel his growing erection.

Sara gasped, tossing her head back as she slowly rolled her hips to create friction. She was sure that she was soaked and when Negan slid a hand into her panties, it caused her to moan quietly.

“You are fucking wet,” he growled.

Sara grabbed his hands and slowly pushed it away. She leaned up on her elbows and ran her lips along his jawline down to his neck before she tugged away at his scarf. Slowly, she brought a hand to pull his white t-shirt over his head.

Sara took notice of his tattoos and the chest hair that was tinged with grey. She grinned, leaning over to nip at his collarbone and down to the middle of his chest. She pulled back and motioned to his pants.

“Can you get those off?” She asked.

“Are you going to use your manners and say please?”

“Now?” Sara grinned.

“I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to be a good girl,” he grunted, pushing his pants down with his boxers.

Sara widened her eyes at his length. She was not expecting him to be this well-endowed. She reached behind herself to remove her bra, setting it aside.

Negan smirked, his hands coming to cover both her breasts. He slowly began to massage it into the pit of his palm, watching as her back arched into his touch. He felt the tip of his member brush against her clothed sex, reminding him that her panties were still on.

Sara must have been thinking the same thing because instead of making Negan stop his massaging at her breasts, she brought her own hands to remove her own panties.

She couldn’t believe that she was lying naked underneath Negan. The head of his manhood kept brushing against her wet opening, throbbing with the need to be inside of her warm, tight walls.

“Negan, I need you,” she pleaded.

“How fucking bad?”

“Negan, please…”

He smirked, removing his hands from her breasts to grasp onto himself. Negan looked down at her, resting his free hand near her head on the blanket. With the hand that was holding his member, he slowly pushed into her.

Sara gasped at the intrusion, moving her hands to his shoulders as she slightly dug her nails into his skin at the pain. She felt him push further into her tight heat, causing her eyes to roll back into her head.

Negan rested both hands on the floor, pushing the rest of the way with a snap of his hips. Sara moaned, her back arching off the ground.

“Negan!”

He remained still, allowing himself to get used to her tight heat. She felt amazing and he was sure that he was going to want more.

Slowly, Negan began to move his hips. He pulled back to his tip and slammed back into her all the way. Her walls stroked his member in a tight vice and he had to remind himself that if he didn’t slow down and take his time, this was going to be over soon.

Negan wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled over onto his back. Sara gasped, pressing her hands onto his chest immediately at the feeling of being so full of him. Slowly, she moved her hips forward and backwards, reveling in the grinding of her hips.

Negan brought a hand to her chest, grasping her breast into his large hand. He let his thumb brush against her nipple as he grunted at her slow movements.

He shifted his hips upwards, forcing himself further into her depths.

Sara grunted, grasping his hands and pressing them above his head. She smiled to herself, moaning quietly as she began to bounce along his length. The sound of their skin slapping against one another echoed off into the open distance.

The sun had already set and the sky was slowly becoming the dark. The stars were beginning to shine bright in the night sky and she smiled, lacing their fingers together.

Negan groaned at the feel of her moving along him. She continued to bounce along him, his eyes deviating to her breasts that moved with her. He tightened his grip on her hands and slowly rolled them over, slamming into her to keep her still.

Negan looked into her eyes and smirked, keeping their hands above her head now. He pressed his chest against her own and slammed into her repeatedly, burying his face against her neck.

Sara moaned loudly every time their hips met with one another. She never thought a man could be as deep in her as Negan was. It felt amazing and she needed more. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she allowed him to push further into her.

Negan’s hands release her own, moving to grasp her hips as he thrusted into her repeatedly. His movements were becoming sloppy and Sara knew that he was close, just as she was. She felt his thumb move down to her clit, rubbing it quickly in time with his fast thrusts.

Sara moaned aloud, tossing her head back as the rush of her climax caused her entire body to shake with sheer pleasure. Her toes curled at the sensation, keeping her legs tight around his waist.

“Negan… Fuck…”

Negan groaned. He didn’t think that her walls would get tighter than it was, but once she reached her climax, it tightened around his member. With just a few more strokes, he felt himself began to release before he pulled out and allowed himself to come all over her lower abdomen.

They both were sweating at the temple and Negan reached over for a napkin to wipe away the release at her abdomen. He looked into her eyes and leaned down to peck her lips lazily.

Sara smiled, curling against his side once he lied next to her. He draped the large blanket over them as they stared up at the starry sky.

“I’ll do my damn best to fucking keep you safe, Sara,” Negan said.

“I know you will,” she replied, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“We can get to planning the wedding when we let everyone know what’s happening.”

“I’m in no rush. The proposal was amazing enough,” she smiled.

“And the ring?” Negan asked.

“It’s beautiful,” she looked down at the ring and grinned.

Sara got her wish after all.

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