even though his was rushed as hell

The Smallest Savior

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 909
Warnings: Swearing

The final chapter of Runaway

Coming in from the training area, Negan froze when he heard your voice. He took off running towards it. “Y/N?” He asked, seeing your face and his heart dropping.

You were nearly hyperventilating. “She’s gone.” His hands were on your biceps, and your hands gripped his forearms. “Gabby’s gone. We can’t find her!” Your chest was aching, and you could barely breath.

Negan cupped your cheek gently. “Breath. Breath. We’ll find her.”

“The front gate’s open.” The words sounded miles away, even though they were right down the hall.

Turning, Negan let go of you and rushed towards the front, you right behind him. The sound of others joining you echoed in the halls. As you broke into sun, your eyes darted around. Negan stopped you. “Stay here.”

“Like fucking hell I will.” You shot back.

“We’re going to go off in different directions. If she’s out there, she will want you, sweetheart. Stay. Here. So no matter who finds her, they will know exactly where to find you.” He didn’t bother to wait for you to agree, simply moving towards the front gate. Some of the men hopped into trucks, some simply ran out.

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Wildest Dreams; Taeyong

Genre: Highschool! BadBoy! AU

Descrption: He’s so bad, but he does it so well.

Word Count: 3,488

Originally posted by takemyapologies


I squirmed under the gaze of the guy in front of me, me and my friends had come to the nearby club to celebrate my friend’s eighteenth birthday, no one had prepared me to be hit on by sleazy drunk guys.

Even though, the music was blaring, he was still approaching me, I could feel myself backing away into a corner.

“Stop, no.” I shouted, either he didn’t hear or he simply just didn’t care.  His eyes glistened with excitement; I squared my shoulders as a wave of adrenaline rushed through me, if I could catch him in surprise I could hit him in the balls and get the hell out of this club.

“There you are,” a new voice said, it was deep and the source of many nightmares at my school. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him, I tried my best not swat his hands away. “I’ve been looking for you,” he whispered, into my ear.

I joined the facade and forced a smile, whilst I tilted my head to look at him. His eyes the same dark rich caramel that I had known so well, and the tiny scar by his right eye that he had gotten during one his many school fights.  He caught my gaze giving me his signature smirk, and when I rolled my eyes, I felt the laughter rumbling through his body.  

He turned towards the guy who had nearly corned me, and with a low snarl he said, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you, Jay, that when a girl says no she means no.” The guy- Jay- averted his gaze and tried his best to escape the situation. “Apologise,” Taeyong continued.  “Or she will throw a mean punch and it won’t be pretty.” I tried to contain my laughter; Taeyong must have sensed this and gave me a wink from the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry,” Jay scrambled out, and he left the scene in an instant.  

I pushed myself out of the embrace from Taeyong, and he held his arms up in surrender but even in the dim light I didn’t miss the devilish gleam in his eyes. He wore a dark bomber jacket, with a plain grey t-shirt and his infamous skinny jeans.

“I didn’t need your help,” I let out; I crossed my arms around myself.

“Really?” he retorted. “It didn’t look like that to me.”

“If you must know, I was planning to sucker punch him in the balls,” I huffed.

“Well aren’t you a sly little vixen,” he purred. His eyes roamed my body and stayed too long on the way my black dress clung to my body.

“You’re such a man whore,” I retorted as I turned away from him and walked towards my friends, who were most likely occupied on the dance floor.

“Well, see you in Chemistry, Lab partner,” he hollered after me.

“You don’t even show up to chemistry,” I replied, stopping in my tracks.

“Maybe I will from now on,” he replied, the same devilish smirk powering his gaze and before I could reply he had vanished into the crowd.


Taeyong didn’t keep his word. For the next two weeks he didn’t even show up to school let alone chemistry. The word on the street was that he had joined a new gang but with our history of rumours, I didn’t believe it.

It was only when Dr Taylor was telling the class about the new chemistry assignment did he stroll in, thirty minutes late.

“Mr Lee, you’re late. Why do even bother showing up to this lesson?” Dr Taylor scolded; annoyed at the fact that he was interrupting her rambling on bond enthalpy.

“I heard sparks fly in chemistry,” he began, making eye contact with me. “I’m here to test it out.”

I buried my face in my hands, when the whole class turned their attention to me.

“Take a seat.”

As he strolled over to his chair with ease, I noticed his tattoo peeking out from his white t shirt; I couldn’t help but wonder what he had written on his collar bone.  He pulled out the stool next to me with ease. “Long time no see___.”

I tried to ignore him and concentrate on the assignment that the teacher was giving in great depth.  I could feel the amusement radiating from his body and I didn’t miss the way he scooted closer to me. “Are you ignoring me?”

I turned to look at him, succumbing into his games, just as I had expected he had that playful was plastered on his face. He put his head on one hand and continued to smile at me; I rolled my eyes.

“You are so infuriating Lee Taeyong,” I whispered, and continued on listening to the lecture.

I could still feel his gaze on me; he didn’t strike me as the type to pay attention to chemistry lessons. “I get that quite a lot.”

“So are you actually going to help me with this project?” I couldn’t help but ask him.

“Sure more excuse to spend time with you, Lab Partner.”

He began playing with my foot throughout the entire lesson; he would kick me under the table. Sometimes he would nudge me with his shoulder and when I couldn’t hold in the frustration in anymore I raised my voice. “STOP IT TAEYONG”

The whole class turned to me, the blood drained from my face and Taeyong roared with laughter and I didn’t know why but it was something that I had craved to hear. It was loud and gentle like a spring breeze; it was wholesome and light like a feather drifting down from the heavens above. When I turned to face him, he raised an eyebrow at me and I quickly sat down on my seat.

“Would you like so share something with the class,” Dr Taylor asked me.

“No ma’am,” I replied.

I scowled at Taeyong, but he shrugged at me and somehow started taking notes on the assignment. His side profile was jarring, his jawline was sharp and prominent, the cheekbones high and defined. But when he wrinkled his nose when a piece of hair fell into his eyes, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.


Taeyong had kept his promise; he had helped me for the past week on the chemistry project. In fact, he took full control and honestly I was impressed. The time had come to present in front of the class and although I was a bundle of nervous he held my hand and told it was okay.

“Just use the confidence you use to call me out on my bullshit,” he told me, with a smile.  And when i couldn’t hold in my laughter he squeezed my hand tighter.

“Okay,” I replied, amusement still lacing my voice.

Although I had stuttered many times, he let me go on in my voice he never tried to save the day. Instead he gave me reassuring nods, which I caught from the corner of my eye.  When we had finally finished our presentation our teacher was in awe.

“Thank you,” I mouthed to Taeyong.

“It’s okay,” he replied, and headed back to his seat.

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My friends and I sat in cafeteria during lunch, it was too small for the sheer amount of students and since we sat next to the lunch counter I was constantly the being hit by students who clamoured for space.

“Taeyong and Seulgi totally have something going on,” my friend, Wendy, announced at lunch.

I don’t know why but my stomach lurched.

I looked down at my plate and played with my soggy chips. “W-where did you hear that?”

Wendy looked me with her eyebrows raised, her red hair falling in front of her eyes. “People have been noticing that he spends most of his evenings at her house.”

I didn’t have any time to reply because I could feel something freezing being poured down my head, and then something fizzy. Everyone went silent and I followed their eyes to look at Ten and behind him, Taeyong.

“What the hell?” I screeched, I could feel the yogurt dripping down my legs.

Ten, who was Taeyong’s best friend, came to my side.

“I am so sorry. We were having a food fight,” he turned to look at Taeyong with pleading eyes that said help me, Taeyong just shrugged,

Now all eyes were on me, “its fine.”

I turned to look at my friends, who were trying their best not to laugh, “I’m going to get changed.” With that I ran out of the cafeteria.

The Girl’s toilet was surprisingly vacant, I looked at my reflection, my hair was sticky and clung to my neck. The strawberry yogurt and coke spilled down my body completely running my jeans and my shirt. I huffed with annoyance because I had no idea to clean this mess. Just then Taeyong strolled in, one  hand in his pocket but the other held towels; he was wearing the bomber jacket that fitted him perfectly and his usual skinny jeans.

“Get out,” I mumbled, trying to get the yogurt out of my hair.

Not listening to my demands, he came up behind me and he placed the towels by the sink, I could feel the breath hitching in my throat, all my senses were on high alert.

His touch was light on my waist, as he twisted me so that we are chest to chest, his arms tensed as he lifted me and placed me on top of the counter. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” he replied, nonchalantly.

He knelt before me, his hands grip my calves and he takes the towel and slowly dabs the yogurt coke mixture, so it leaves a smear of my claves.

“You aren’t doing a very job,” I said, I don’t even know I manage it.

He looked up at me, his caramel eyes twinkling with so amusement that I think they belong in the night sky.

“I don’t think Seulgi will appreciate you helping another girl,” I couldn’t help but add.

I expect him to get tense, to fumble for his words but I should have known that with Lee Taeyong that is never the case. He oozes charisma even when he’s sleeping.

He takes off my shoes and the socks and arranges it neatly on the titled floors, he moves to other calf and just like before he dabs away the yoghurt leaving a nothing but smear. It feels like all the oxygen is running is out and each touch is rejuvenating. “Why, are you jealous?”

“No,” I screeched, but it sounds like a lie.

When he’s finished, he sits on the tiles and crosses his legs and when his eyes connects with mine the earlier amusement has finished and instead it’s replaced with seriousness. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you’re always around her house?” The question pops out before I can stop myself, his lips tug just slightly.

“I babysit,” he mumbled. “Her baby sister loves me.”

My laughter rumbles through the desolated toilet, no matter how hard I try I can’t stop myself even when my stomach aches and tears flood my eyes. I only stop when I notice the way his gaze his solely focused on me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Like he’d been broken from a trance he replied, “Nothing go and change.”

He stood up and handed me the towels and underneath are a pair of baggy trousers and a maroon sweatshirt. He left just as quickly as he came in, the only trace that he had ever been in here in the first place is the scent of honey that he leaft behind.


The winter days transform into summer ones, the leaves return to their youthful green and everyone is stressed as prom season approaches.

After our little escapade in the toilet, it felt like Taeyong was everywhere, his presence was overwhelming. In Chemistry, he sat a little closer, initiated more skin contact that lingered for more than necessary. He’d joke and fool around and I convinced myself that nothing had changed by hiding my feelings under the stress of finals.

But there would be days where he wouldn’t come to school at all, I tried to feign ignorance and not let his presence- or lack of- effect me. Yet I found my eyes wandering in the crowded cafeteria, hoping to find the familiar jet black hair or the caramel eyes, but they are nowhere to be found.

It was on one of these days, where I was sitting in the cafeteria minding my own business when Wendy started dragging me out of my seat.

“Where are you dragging me?” I asked.

“Taeyong is in a fight,” she replied, I could feel the adrenaline fuelling her.

I wrenched myself out of her grasp and walk as fast my legs could carry me. “With who?”

“This guy named Jay,” she said. “He’s in the year above us.”

It didn’t strike me at first, who she was talking about, and when realisation dawned on me, I was sprinting to the courtyard.

Everyone was gathered around in a circle; I try and weasel my way in.

“Don’t say shit like that again?” Taeyong growled, as he held Jay by the collar. Taeyong had a cut lip and his forehead was bleeding, but Jay had a black eye and what looked like a broken nose.

Taeyong released the grip on his shoulder and shoved him onto the floor; that’s when Jay spotted me his eyes wrinkle at the sight of me. “Look your whore is here to watch you Taeyong.”

As everyone turned to me with horror, Taeyong lunged onto Jay. He lands punch after punch beating Jay to a pulp, he doesn’t look he will stop anytime soon.

“I told you scumbag, what the consequences would be if you took her name in your mouth again,” Taeyonh seethed, a chill runs through the air.

I ran to Taeyong and grabbed his hand before he could land another punch, “Stop.”

He did. He looked at me, his face softening and then when he looked at the crowd again ice cold wrath washes over him again. He shook off  my grip and the circle cleared as he stalked off.


I found him in the boy’s toilet; I tried  to balance the first aid kit in my hand as I tried to push open the door. Taeyong stood by the mirror, inspecting his cut lip with one hand, and putting his right hand under cold water.

He turned to look at me; there were blood stains on his plain white t-shirt, “what are you doing here?”

“Tending to your wounds,” I retorted. I placed the first aid kit on the counter.

“You didn’t have to,” he replied, his voice sombre.

“I wanted to,” I whispered. “And plus I am a qualified first aider.”

Taeyong jumped onto the counter and I stood in between his legs. I took the ice pack from the first aid kit and placed it on his swelling right hand. “You landed quite a few punches.”

I could feel him regarding me silently, as I inspected his cut on the forehead. “He deserved it.”

“Hmmm.” Is all I say, I cleaned the wound with antiseptic liquid and he hissed.

“Why?” he raised his eyebrow. “You don’t think so?”

I held his gaze, “Not if it involves you getting hurt.”

His lips quirked up again; the way it does when he’s smiling genuinly and his cheeks flushed pink. I can feel my cheeks mirror his.

“Take your shirt off,” I said, breaking away from the moment.

“You’re very direct,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I love a confident woman.”

I hit him on the shoulders, he lets out another loud laugh but he obliged..

He discards the white t-shirt, I inspect the tattoo on his collarbone, and it’s French written in calligraphy.  Vivre sans regret.

“French,” I regard, I hand him another T-shirt.

“Live without regrets,” he replies.

“I know,” I took the messy t- shirt. “I took French”

We stood like that for moment, neither of us sure what to do, but he walked up to me each step slow and painful. I was backing up until my back hit the stall, his hands held onto my forearms steadying me in his grasp.  He breathed in deeply, and moved so that his lips are by my ears. “I wish I could kiss you right now”

I let out a gasp, or a sigh, as he bites my ears.

“But I have a cut on my lip and I would want our first kiss to be hygienic,” he joked. I don’t miss the smirk in his tone.

Without meaning to, my hands fly to his cheeks and I pull him towards me so that we are only inches apart. I don’t thinkeither of us are breathing, my thumbs draw circles on his cheeks. We maintain eye contact as my hands fly his hair stroking each strand, he closes his eyes.

“You should really stop doing that,” he growls. “I have very limited self control.”

I’m scared that he can hear the rapid beating of my heart. His hands snake around my waist, but he doesn’t have to pull me closer to him, I do that on my own. I stand on my tiptoes so that I can inspect every detail of his face.

“Your eyes aren’t really brown,” I whisper.

“What are they then?” he asks, genuinely interested.

“They’re like really light black. I bet it looks different in all kinds of lighting.”

“I’ve never been told that,” he laughs, and it sounds like a melody waiting to be written.

His grip on me tightens, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out.”

When I wrap my arms around his neck, and I rest my head on his chest where I can hear the irregular beats of his heart, he doesn’t argue.

“So are you,” I whispered.


I never thought my prom would be like this, sitting on the steps of the hall, freezing my ass off. My friends had ditched me for the alcohol and I didn’t feel like getting drunk. I hadn’t seen Taeyong after that, he had been suspended for one month, but he would send me texts almost every day asking me if I was okay.

I chose a black dress with a mesh neck, there was a split in the back which I didn’t approve of at first but I warmed up to it. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn’t notice Taeyong walking up the steps. When I finally did, he looked absolutely break taking, he wore a black fitted suit. His blackhair somehow disappeared into the cold night sky; I shivered when I noticed the sly grin taking control f his lips.

“Can I offer you dance,” he asked, stretching his arms towards to me.

“I don’t really want go back in,” I shrugged.

“I meant out here,” he gestured to the empty car park, partially lit by the moon.

“There’s no music,” I countered, my palms getting sweaty by the second.

“It’s okay,” he smiled, and I believe him.

I take his hands, he leads me down the stairs, and we stand next to each other, our chests rising and fall in a rhythm.

He wraps his around my waist so that I bump into his chest, my hands find their own place behind his neck.  He leads, and we sway to our beat, to the rhythm of our hearts. His eyes never leave mine, he takes in all of me, and he when he finds the slit in the back of my dress, his eyes dance with mischief.  There’s a scar on his forehead where the cut used to be, willing up all my strength, I ask him. “Has your lip healed?”

He nods, not really seeing the significance of it, only when I press my lips to his does he understand.

He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he moves in synch with me; his tongue teases me, asking me for entrance. My hand ravishes his hair, his hands move up and down my back and when we break apart both of us are out of breath.

“Make a wise decision and don’t get tangled up with me,” he whispered, as he closes his eyes.

“I want to be get tangled up with you.” He catches the mischief in my tone and his grip on me tightens.

“You can’t say that,” he says, his voice deep and husky against my cheeks. “Specially not wearing this dress.”

I kiss the bridge of his nose, “I’m all in.”

He smiles again, exposing his teeth. “Good, because I kind of like you.”

I blush, “I kind of like you too.”


Dedicated to @beau-tytrack. I hope you like this!

Who the hell are you? (Closed rp)

Sean stumbled around the streets, holding his arm close to himself. He had been in yet another fight after his Dad had to rush off to work. Someone purposely bumped into him as he passed, “Oi! Watch out, you fucking cretin!” He shouted back to them. Preoccupied with glaring at that rude individual, Sean didn’t notice someone stood in his path before he walked into them. He looked up to them about to shout when he realised something. They looked exactly like his Dad but something was off… He looked kind, even though his general style was messy the man seemed approachable. “Who the hell are you?” He asked rather abruptly, Dad didn’t have family… Or so Sean thought.


Okay, so Suga gets teased for having silver hair all the time, and one day he FICKING FLIPS. And the next day he comes back and he has died his hair dark brown so he doesn’t stand out anymore even though he’s hurting AU

“Hey, old man! Shouldn’t you be in a nursing home by now?”

“Where’s your personal nurse, grandpa?”

“Don’t break a hi–”

“That’s. It!” Koushi slams his hands down on his desk, gaining the attention of his classmates. “I look weird! I get it!”

“Sugawara-san please refrain from shouting.”

Suga groans loudly, pushing up from his seat and rushing out of class, leaving his classmates to stare after him.


“Hey, Suga, you got a pencil I could b– what the hell did you do to your hair?”

“Huh? Ah, Daichi! Here you go,” Koushi smiles brightly at Daichi, holding out a pencil to him. “I dyed it.”

Koushi ruffles his now-brown locks.

“You…Dyed your hair? Why?”

Koushi’s eyes darken. “You know why.”

“I really don’t,” Daichi says with a frown.

“Like you wouldn’t have noticed all the teasing,” Koushi glowers, crossing his arms. “About my hair.”

“Really?” From his spot ay the desk next to Koushi, he can see the pain in his eyes. “Your hair?”

“Oi, grandpa, you dye your hair so you don’t look so old any more?”

Daichi turns to the boy who had called Koushi out and glares at him, shutting him up immediately. “Why do they keep calling you grandpa? Your hair is blonde,” Daichi, realizing his mistake a second later, coughs. “Um, was.”

“It looked gray. I looked like an old man.”

“I didn’t think you looked old.”

“Yeah right.”

“I cross my heart,” Daichi crosses his heart. “Besides; if I thought you looked old, that would imply that I dig old guys, and I think that’s usually the other way around.”

Koushi laughs despite himself. “But you’re implying that you like me?”

Daichi blushes. “Maybe.” He says shyly. Then, more determined, “And if anyone picks on you, I’ll beat ‘em up, ok, Suga?”

Suga feels a smile tugging at his lips. “Whatever you say, Daichi.”

“And Suga?”


“Please change it back. You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Fic: Timing

I got a few requests for a follow-up to Serendipity, and I really love vamp/wolf fic, so of course I managed a bit of a continuation.

~1080 words, PG-13, ends fluffy but does feature Karofsky being his s2 self.


Kurt felt an ache run down his side as he was slammed into yet another locker. Though any bruises the impact may have caused were already healing - a perk of being a vampire - he still didn’t appreciate Karofsky’s new, unprompted harassment.

“Can’t even take a little push, Hummel? No wonder you mated with a wolf,” Karofsky taunted. He high-fived Azimio and smiled mockingly before continuing on down the hall.

“Kurt, are you okay?” Rachel asked, rushing over - she’d been at her own locker a few feet away. “What the hell was that about?”

“No idea,” Kurt said, shaking out his right side. “He’s been acting like this for - I dunno, a week now? I think it started right after the news broke that I’d found Blaine.”

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I’d be patient and see how it turns out. It’s going *too easy*. Isayama also doesn’t suddenly dispose of a fairly important character just like that, he always, always develops them at least a little (unless something like that happens in the full chapter, of course). Even then, just like Reiner we still know very little of him.

I’m really bracing myself for the volume finale. Because of Zeke’s current apparent fate, this month is going to be hell though, since people will ALWAYS rush to conclusions and play the condescending smart game. “I’m so much better than the writer. Clearly it’s 100% going this way!” Isayama isn’t disappointing/fooling me yet. The fact that the Clash Of The Titans arc and Coup arc ended relatively positively massively works in his favour, too. I’m gonna say to be on guard and be patient.

Just a list:

- Next chapter is the volume’s end.

- Major antagonist seems to be dead, although his character is very little explored.

- Everything is going according to plan.

- The victory is obtained fairly easily by Levi.

- Previous few arcs had a fairly positive outcome.

[stares at conclusion of the Female Titan arc.]

I’m so excited! Since people are falling for it, if I’m right, it’s gonna hit like a truck and I don’t even know what the damn twist could be.

If I’m not, I’m going to be among the angry, angry fans to complain, but this situation smells like a trap of expectations if I ever saw one and very very characteristic of Attack On Titan.