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[chronicowboy]

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[himbofreddynewandyke]

creamsicle smut + freddy being conflicted

being Mr orange gave freddy the chance to be the cool guy he’d secretly always wanted to be, leather jacket and slight sneer, sure the stakes were higher but suddenly he didnt have to worry about his actual life, could act how and dress how he wanted, drink and blow smoke and banter with Cabot’s men, and they bought it. he was always waiting for someone to cry out, not “hey, this guy’s a cop!” but “hey, this guy aint one of us, he’s a fuckin dweeby loser” but that never happened. mr orange fit right in.

and when mr white flirted with him, freddy newandyke would've just blushed and stammered and made an excuse to leave, but mr orange flirted back, sent mr white longing looks while biting his lips, making sure the older man knew exactly what was on his mind.

White was confusing to freddy, he was dangerous, dangerous as hell, during their conversations he slipped mentions of his previous violence into them so casually – because it was casual for him, but freddy found everything about him strangely arousing, the way he was so sure of himself, the way he could be so brash yet a gentleman, he joked about time he kneecapped some mouthy guy once while they were eating burgers then ten minutes later offered his lighter to an elderly couple at the next table who were having trouble with theirs.

freddy had known he was gay since he was a young teen, not just gay but the worst type of fag, the type that wanted to be on the receiving end of sex, the type that wanted to be the more submissive partner. he may have been a social inept kid but he’d been smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut about crushing on other boys. as an adult he'd been with men a few times, never any names or kisses or beds, anonymous handjobs in club bathrooms, quick and hurried and always left him feeling dulled and wanted more. after he joined the police force his fear of his sexuality being found out and his own self hatred kept him celibate, and if he spent most nights thinking about being held and kissed and fucked by another man - his mind wouldn’t allow him to entertain the word ‘boyfriend’ - then that was his business only. and now, while he was playing this role, fitting in for the first time in his life as mr orange, this opportunity had fallen straight into his lap. He wanted mr white. He wanted mr white to fuck him, wanted this brute to rid of him of his pesky virginity, it was dangerous, it was dumb, but the undercover job had given him a type of courage he could’ve never possessed by himself.

white was definitely into him, freddy suspected he’d organised all their excursions together outside of joe’s orders, and one late evening when they were driving around, when white had slipped his hand on freddys knee but not gone further, was when freddy realised the older man was waiting for him to make the first move. so he made it, put his hand on white’s and brought it up higher, guided it over his thighs then over the top of his crotch. white didn’t react at first, just parked the car, then lent over and kissed him hard, his hand on freddys neck pulling him in. when they reluctantly broke apart, white started up the car again “my place is only about 10 minutes away”. feeling bold, freddy had kept his own hand on whites inner leg the whole way there.

once they got inside of his apartment, white tossed his car keys on the table then pulled freddy over to a couch, pulled him onto his lap so he was sitting and freddy was straddling him, then started kissing him again, slower this time yet no less forceful, his hands slipping under freddys jacket and undershirt. "he knows what he's doing" freddy thought "oh thank fucking christ, he knows what he's doing." freddy grinded up against white, couldn't help letting a whine escape him, he kissed down whites jaw n started sucking at his neck, white lifted his head up and pressed their foreheads together "what do you want sweetheart, we'll do whatever you want" he said. freddy licked his lips and swallowed "i want you to fuck me". White grinned, "yeah?" "yeah" freddy confirmed.

After a few more minutes of necking white led him over to the bed, and stripped them both effortlessly while still making out with freddy, this confirmation of his experience helping to relax freddy, white was running his hands over freddys sides and it was strangely tender and soothing, not at all what freddy had anticipated, but that he enjoyed nonetheless. They explored each others bodies, hands everywhere and kisses all over chests and shoulder, freddy growing red at how much his body responded to whites movements, arching into his touch, the stupid noises he was making.

When they were face to face again white gave freddy a small kiss on his lips "still want me to fuck you?" he said "yes" freddy said, not sure what he was supposed to do, but white had turned away, going thru the drawer of his nightstand, pulled out a tube of lube and a foil wrapper. Oh, right, a condom. Freddy felt mildly stupid, wouldnt have thought in the moment to ask about protection, then relief that white was the kind of guy to not have to be asked to wear one.

Freddy got onto his hands and knees on the bed, feeling self conscious, the most he'd been since he became mr orange. "you want me to be like this?" he asked, white rubbed his lower back and arsecheeks, "whatever position you want baby" "ok" freddy said, still unsure.

when white slid a lubed finger into his arse, he gasped and slid his arms down, buried his face in them. "shhhhhh" white soothed "that ok?" freddy was breathing heavily but stuttered out "yeah". "just relax, ok baby?" white slowly fingerfucked him, added another finger then a third, the whole time checkin in with freddy. Then he removed them, freddy kept his face hidden against his arms with his arse up, could hear white quickly opening and putting on the condom, then squirting more lube on, felt the head of his cock against his hole, then inside him, inching in slowly, giving him time to get used to the feeling. Freddys legs were shaking and white rubbed lil circles over his outer thighs, "good boy, you're doing so well baby". Freddy was so out of his element, appreciated the encouragement. it occured to him that white had probably seen past mr oranges sneering overconfident swagger, could tell it was freddy’s first time doing this.

there was a slight burn and stretch, but sex didn’t hurt like freddy had anticipated. Freddy was suddenly grateful that white hadnt given him the rough fuck he was expecting, was going slow, steady thrusts, could feel whites hand on his back and neck, reassuring him. White gently pulled out, "we're just gonna change positions baby" and freddy let him manipulate his body, couldnt stop him if he wanted to, onto his side with white behind him, pressed against him. White brought freddy’s leg up and then guided his cock into him again, freddy giving a sharp intake of breath at the new angle. This was nice, white's arms around him now, and white kissing the back and side of his neck, "sweet boy, such a gorgeous boy" he breathed into freddys ear, and freddy twisted his head so they could sloppily half-kiss. One of white's hands started on his cock as he continued fucking freddy at a slow rhythm, freddy didn't feel close to coming but didnt care about it now, all the new sensations he was feeling tonight were enough, the warmth of white pressed up against him, and inside of him, and his arms around him. White muttered "gonna cum" next to his ear, and soon did with a grunt, freddy thought he could feel the fat cock pulsing inside him. White didn't continue thrusting but kept his softening cock inside of freddy as he jacked him off, freddy was exhausted, didn’t think he could come just then, he felt like telling white not to bother but couldnt get the words out, didnt realise he was still slightly shaking. White continued switching different rhythms on his dick until freddy came suddenly and unexpectedly with a small yell.

When white slipped out of him and let go freddy wanted to bury his face in his arms again but couldnt move, then felt white's weight back on the bed, pulling him over so they were facing each other, started kissing slowly and lazily, and that was just what freddy needed, he moaned, sunk into white, he could hear him muttering “gorgeous, youre fucking gorgeous baby” then white rolled over slightly so freddy was curled into his side, occassionally pressing small kisses on whites chest, white running his hand through freddy’s hair. “you enjoyed that orange?” freddy smiled weakly, bone tired and still processing what happened, “yeah”. white groaned and yawned “i’m tired as hell, we’ll shower in the morning” “you want me to stay the night?” freddy said surprised. “sure, if you wanna. im not gonna fuck you then make you sleep alone” white said

it wasn't supposed to happen like this, white – this man who just yesterday was bragging about how to cut a man's fingers off for defending his business  – was supposed to fuck him, be rough with him, be every stereotype that freddy anticipated, then send him off into the night. Instead he'd been more tender and sweet than freddy could’ve imagined, than he had a right to be, than anyone would ever treat freddy again, had made sure he was ok and called him pet names, called him gorgeous. Freddy should've left right then. Instead, he did the worst thing possible. He burst into tears

this was the icing on this whole mistake cake, not only was white gonna think that he was some foolhardy whore who spread his legs for the first man who’d have him (which, an hour ago, he couldnt have given a damn about it, maybe thats what the reputation he wanted for mr orange), now he was gonna think he was emotionally disturbed.

"hey, hey" white's hand slipped down from his hair and started rubbing his back, bringing him in closer, which just made freddy sob pathetically more, bury his face into white’s neck. "I didn't hurt ya did i?" freddy shook his head and managed to whisper out a "no". "you're just feeling a bit vulnerable?" and freddy said "yeah", white continued to rub his back while making shhhh soothing noises, said “you’re ok, you’re good sweetheart”. freddy soon calmed down, whites hand never leaving him, neither man talking. freddy usually had trouble falling asleep but exhausted after his crying fit and with the warm body pressed beside him he went to sleep quickly

when he woke up, it was still dark, he and white had drifted apart slightly during the night but white still had an arm resting over him. Freddy rolled over which woke White up with a grunt. "wassa time?" he muttered. freddy looked at the digital alarm clock on whites nightstand "just after 3am" white gave another grunt as thanks, his eyes closed "c'mere" freddy sunk into his side again, let white lazily sling an arm around him, then he leaned over and started softly kissing along whites shoulder and neck "love how affectionate you are kiddo" white said, his eyes still closed "go back to sleep, i'll cook you something nice for breakfast in the morning"

no one had ever described freddy as 'affectionate' before, but then again he'd never been this affectionate – nor recieved anywhere close to this amount of affection – before. For the first time since he began the job, freddy felt guilty, for letting white treat him so good, treat him like a lover. He didnt feel like supercool Mr Orange anymore, just felt like a rat. He wondered what would happen between him and white, whether they could do this again (and again and again). He wondered if he could somehow get white a leaner sentence, lie maybe, say that white was forced to do the job to pay back a debt to Joe, but even in his head he knew White wouldn’t go along with it, he was an honourable guy, just with a really fucked up code of honour. For one crazy minute he wondered if he could just abandon everything, the police force, his whole life, and just drive off together, he and white living life on the lam. He yawned and wondered what white was gonna make him for breakfast.

[writebythenight]

The Silence

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Rose(OC) is assigned the job of talking to Negan in his Cell.

"We deserve to live in peace. Negan and the saviours tried to take that away from us. Alexandria and the hilltop, The Kingdom and Oceanside came together to fight for a better future. We won. Not without painful loses and today we try to heal, to forgive... now the work really begins. The new worlds begins." -Rick Grimes.

Chapter Ten

"Im not dying for a fucking canoe!" Rose grumbled at Daryl who was stood across from her holding the other end. She received one of his very rare laughs as he shook his hair out of his face.

"I won't let ya die." He assured her. "C'mon."

"If this glass goes theres not a whole lot you could do." She shrugged gesturing to the glass floor they were stood on, too many walkers to count milling around on the floor below just waiting for dinner. Of course the museum they went on a run to had a glass floor, it just went with the rest of her awful day which had started with stubbing her toe. Sure in the grand scheme of things that seems rather minuscule but straight after that she had a very moody Negan telling her they were going on a "useless run" and then continuing to act like a child and tell the woman she "must have a god damned death wish" until she left. What annoyed her the most about that was the fact that he had a habit of being right about these things. More recently Rose had Maggie completely ignore her and give nothing but dirty looks since she found out what Rick had asked her to do. Then there had been the single worst walker she had ever seen, the decayed body of a man with spiders crawling out of his face. It had been a long time since she had run away from a walker but it was more the spider she ran away from, causing the surrounding people to laugh hysterically at her. Rose wasn't as amused and still felt like the bastards were crawling on her.

So by this point she was just in a shitty mood and after the glass had already started to crack... here they still were, asking for trouble. Walking as slow and steady as she could, keeping to the metal beams she held her breath until they were on solid ground. As she got to it she felt Rick's grip on her arm, pulling her back and helping to lift as he watched the glass part of the floor with panic.

"It's goin' down!" He shouted and Daryl dived into the solid ground beside Rose as they watched the floor fall from beneath Ezekiel.

Organised chaos began as it always did when one of the group was in danger. Rose getting behind Rick to help him hold the rope praying it wouldn't be cut by the sharp edges of the hole he had gone through.

Daryl stood as selfless as ever by the edge ready to shoot any walkers who might get too close as Carol put something down for Ezekiel to be able to grab on to. All Rose could concentrate on was the feel of the rope cutting at her palms and the anger that they couldn't have just left with the fucking seeds and not risked anybody's life. Rose used this to keep pulling until the man who named himself a King had pulled himself to safety and was wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved.

Watching them made her chest ache with the loneliness that she just kept buried, knowing it wasn't important these days. She missed someone needing her.

Rick had collapsed onto the floor from the strain of taking so much weight which Rose thought was very "Rick" of him.

"Hope your fuckin' seeds are worth it." Rose sighed earning quite a few annoyed looks.

"Don't forget about the canoe." Daryl added breathlessly making her snigger quietly to herself.

Rose loved riding. Something she couldn't say around Negan but none the less true. It was one of the many hobbies she tried out as a child and the only one she had enjoyed, it was one of the parts of this world she liked. One of the parts she didn't like though was how hard it was to get from one place to another, things happened like bridges collapsing. Yet another reason she should have stayed in bed that morning.

"Rose and Gabriel, y'all can head to Alexandria from here. The rest of us can go to the sanctuary or hilltop. Stay the night and head on from there." Rick decided.

"I can come with you guys." She told him, wanting to be there in case anything happened.

"We'll be okay, Rose." He smiled gently at her. "Take care. And get home safe."

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"I noticed how Maggie was towards you." Gabriel told Rose as they approached Alexandria.

"Oh you mean downright ignoring me then giving me the dirtiest looks I've ever received. Yeah, I noticed too." Rose sighed, well and truly over people treating her that way because she was now a villain thanks to her connection to Negan.

"How does that make you feel?" Rose snorted.

"Isn't that my line?" She asked the man.

"I suppose but whoever asks you how you are?" He asked her still facing forward with that all-knowing look on his face.

"Honestly... it makes me feel like shit. I really care about her and I did about Glenn too. I'd have swapped places with Glenn in a heartbeat so he could have seen his baby born." Rose shook her head as she looked up at the sky getting teary. It was true, nobody would have really cared if she'd been killed that night instead of Glenn.

"That's quite a statement." Gabriel told her knowing exactly what she meant as he had felt the same way for so long. "You're just as valuable as everyone else."

"You have to say that." Rose laughed. "We both know nobody would have really missed me. It'd have been sad but I wouldn't have been a real loss to anyone."

"What about Negan?" Something he said so calmly set Rose' heart racing.

"What about him?"

"Well I'm sure you'd be a real loss to him. I really admire what you're doing for him, you've really made an impression on him. I go to talk to him every now and again to offer any... religious help he may need. He doesn't want to talk about Jesus or any god at all. Just you."

"What does he say?" She asked because she wanted to know how he acted towards other people but mostly she wanted to know for herself.

"That you're an angel." Her heart squeezed and she couldn't help the tight smile on her lips. "It's okay to not hate him you know." Rose just looked over at him. "You show a kindness not many can give over so easily. Its refreshing in this world, I've always told you that." And he had. He was the first person to point out her good natured countenance.

"Thanks, Gabe." She grinned over at him. "At least I know one person won't hate me for being his friend."

"I'm just glad he has one." He smiled back.

As they approached the gates the few Alexandrians who had come back with them dispersed as did Gabriel and so Rose found herself stood near the building she knew rather well. The one that she knew he was in, sat there all alone, it was only fair she let him know she was home safe.

As she walked down into the cell she heard voices and stopped halfway down the stairs.

"You're fuckin' pathetic." It was Negan's voice in a nasty tone Rose wasn't used to.

"You're a horrible man! I don't know why Rose bothers with you!" The voice she recognised as Nora's replied. She was one of the poor souls left in charge of Negan whenever Rose had somewhere else to be.

"Well thank fuck she does. I'd have caved my own head in by now if you fucktards were my only connection to the world."

"I don't enjoy coming in here you know." Nora's voice was quiet and Rose silently willed the woman to call him something just as horrible.

"Oh come on." He sneered. "Not like you have anywhere else to be right? I'm not having that you have a hot date. I know it's slim fuckin' pickings out there but the actual librarian look ain't screamin' fuck me to no man!"

"Negan!" Rose shouted, having heard enough she had marched into the room looking furious.

"Oh shit. Now I'm in trouble." He said chuckling.

"You say sorry to Nora!"

"Exfuckin'scuse me?" He asked her stalking towards the bars.

"You heard me." She said suddenly feeling a lot less confident and waiting for him to embarrass her.

"Why the fuck would I do that? I'm just messin', right Nora?"

Nora looked over to Rose uncomfortably. "It's fine, Rose. I appreciate it but I just want to leave now."

"Nora he said awful things to you, you deserve an apology!"

She just looked at Rose as if she was crazy. "It's Negan. It's not exactly a surprise, it's how he's always been. I'm used to it by now."

The statement hit Rose so hard she lost all arguments she thought she had. He had never been like that with her so why was he so awful to everyone else, sure she knew he wasn't exactly Mr sociable but she never thought he'd be so horrible to people just trying to help. Same as her.

"I'll see you later, Rose." Nora told her on her way past, quietening her voice to say, "thank god you're back."

She only dared look at Negan once she knew Nora had gone and saw him standing there grinning at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. "How was the run, angel?"

"Why were you being so horrible to her?!" She was still furious. "There was absolutely no need."

He just shrugged looking like a rebellious teenager and all she could think about was sending Negan to his bedroom... or hers.

"Are you like that with everyone who comes in here?"

"Except my angel." He smiled.

"Why do you treat people like that? No wonder everyone thinks I'm crazy saying you're actually kinda nice!"

"You been tellin' people I'm nice?! Fuckin' don't, you'll ruin my reputation." He laughed. "I'm nice to you. No one else fuckin' deserves me to be nice."

"Oh I'm so honoured." She said sarcastically.

"You're welcome."

"Oh shut up!" She spat.

"What is it? Is it cos you're bored? You just like messin' with people as you called it?" She asked grabbing her usual chair and sitting down with a groan.

"Maybe." He shrugged. "You okay?" He looked her over and she got the same shivers she always did.

"Yeah. Fine." She grumbled.

"Ya don't sound it. C'mere and sit on Daddy's knee... tell me all about it."

Rose felt herself soften just at the tone of his voice, the bad half of the day melted away. "You're sick."

"And you're in a fuckin' bad mood. Considering you didn't shit in a bucket this morning you're already having a better day than me."

She scrunched up her nose at him. "I know. I shouldn't be moody I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, sweetheart. We all have them days."

She just nodded not wanting to tell him why she wasn't in a great mood seeing as her circumstances were always better than his.

"C'mon. Tell me... I don't get much entertainment."

"Fine..." she sighed, leaning forward onto her knees and deciding she would leave out the fact that she had stubbed her toe she began. "So this museum. First off I'm getting so much shit for coming here talking to you everyday... like people I thought were really good friends just cutting me out and I don't get it! I mean I get why they hate you... any way then there was the most fucking awful walker." She shivered. "Spiders! One the size of my actual hand crawled out of this bastards head!"

"Ya scared of spiders?" He laughed. "You'd think you'd have outgrown irrational fears once the dead started walking."

"Yeah... well, I haven't okay so I ran away!"

"Ya ran away!" He was really laughing now, while doing his customary lean backwards but his laughter didn't make her angry.

"Yeah... and everyone laughed just like you." They had made her angry though.

"Oh I miss runs." He lowered himself onto his stool. "Sure the worlds fuckin' awful but every now and then someone would do some stupid shit and it'd be funny as hell."

"I can imagine you being in your element." She laughed.

"Tell me some more." He said watching her.

"You know when you just know something's a stupid idea?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, we apparently needed this really heavy piece of equipment so badly that we risked dragging it across a glass floor."

"Are you shittin' me?!" He said with a raised voice.

"I wish I was."

"How the fuck your group has survived this long under Ricks leadership I'll never know."

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "So it cracked of course." The look on Negans face was one of anger and concern, his brow creased and his mouth turned tight as he watched her. "Somebody ended up hanging there like a piñata."

"Wasn't you?"

She just shook her head. "Nobody died by some miracle but I dunno... I kinda think it was stupid to risk someone like that even after the glass had cracked."

"I agree." He nodded. "Fuck, Rose." He rasped quietly. "Every time you go out it fuckin' kills me I ain't there to look after you."

All her breath left her in a shaky gasp as her chest clenched tightly and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Negan." She whispered. That was all she had wanted for so long, somebody to care about her so much and for her to care about them the same way. The way Rick and Michonne had each other's backs no matter what.

"I can take care of myself." She told him the same thing she had always told herself whenever she craved that connection.

"I've no doubt about that." He laughed. "But I know I'd keep you safer than any of them."

She was sat clenching and unclenching her hands were the rope had grazed her palms. "I'm fine." Rose lied.

"I know." Negan pretended not to know she was lying.

Chapter Eleven

[ddaddsprompts]

Imagine of what the dads do for a hurricane/how they'll act. Im in irma right now trying not to panic

To all my followers and everyone reading this who’s near/in the storm: Stay safe!! I hope things won’t be too bad and that you’ll come out just fine.

The fact that the cul-de-sac has its ownhurricane shelter shouldn’t have surprised you. Brian was the type of guy who didn’t feel safe unless he built thebunker himself and apparently, he had done just that, sometime after movinginto the neighbourhood. At the first news of a storm heading your way, heannounced everyone could move down into the bunker until the worst was over. Mat and Damien in particular had declined, at first, saying they wanted toevacuate rather than stay. However, when the roads became too full and theweather worse, leaving by car became a worse prospect than huddling down in aconcrete bunker, so all seven families prepared. Joseph, being the natural leader he was, gave each dad a task: Hugo, Brian, Robert and Craig secured the houses so thedamages wouldn’t be too bad once the storm passed. Damien made sure they wouldhave electricity and internet so they could know what was going on aboveground. His extensive knowledge of herbalism and medicine would come in handytoo, if the need ever arose. Mat and Joseph teamed up to prepare enough foodand drinks to last them for weeks; down in the ‘pantry’ they stored so manycookies, bread and tea, they could have fed a whole village. Robert, Damien andHugo supplied the bunker with books, boarding games and other means ofentertaining themselves. Lord knew how bad things would get with twenty-onebored people and three hyperactive dogs.

Your job was to help wherever you are needed. Yourskills as a [your profession] were of use and being able to jump from oneproject to the next keeps the fear at bay. News of the storm wreaking havoc afew towns over hang heavy in the air. The fact you’re going to be lockedunderground in a concrete bunker with twenty other people, most of which werechildren, certainly doesn’t make things any better. You don’t know how theothers did it: With the exception of Damien, Mat and Hugo, to some extent, noneof the dads look as nervous as you. Brian seems excited about finally gettingto use his bunker and he’s bragging about it to anyone who would listen. Foronce, his showing-off doesn’t annoy you; his confidence in his workmanship isreassuring. Robert is doing his thing, meaning he is telling stories about howhe had survived worse storms than that, how he once drove into the eye of a hurricaneand saw a creature whose appearance went beyond words at the centre. But you cansee he’s nervous, though you’re not sure whether it’s because of the storm orat the prospect of having to spend who-knew-how-long locked inside a bunkerwith Joseph. Said man is not so much nervous as he is restless. Betweenorganising the neighbourhood’s shelter, he goes from house to house, helpspeople pack up their necessities and leave town, bakes more cookies, browniesand pastries than a place thrice the size of Maple Bay would need, and runshimself haggard. It takes a pout and a stern glare until he finally slows downand thinks about himself too. Craig, your bro, he’s clearly nervous, butkeeping it together. He’s working non-stop to secure and protect the houses andhelps carry down everything they’d need while down in the bunker. Like Joseph,he needs a firm reminder to relax – as much as one could, with a major stormheading your way. The rest of the dads and you, you’re buzzing in worry, eachpassing day making you even more nervous. When the time to go down into thebunker finally comes, you’re on the verge of panic. Thousands of scenariosflash through your brain. The exit could be buried under debris or a fallentree and you might not be able to leave. Something very, very heavy could crushthe concrete and you inside of it. Brian assures you again and again that’salmost impossible, showers you in statistics and tells you all about hisexperience and craftsmanship, but that doesn’t really help.

You’re the last one outside – or so you thought.Strong arms wrap around you from behind and [Dad] kisses your temple.

 🥃 “Come on, kid, I’d rathernot meet that thing inside the storm again. The second time, I might not beable to escape.” You chuckle nervously and turn around. He doesn’t lookrelaxed, either, but his usual gruff demeanour takes away some of your tension.Robert takes your hand in his and wordlessly tugs you along down the stairs.

🍸 “We should better head down,” Joseph says andgently squeezes you. Covering his hands with yours, you look up at the darkgrey sky and gulp. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry. I trust in Brian’s construction, ourplanning and the Lord, not necessarily in that order. Nothing will happen. Ipromise.” You lace your fingers and, after some hesitation, nod. “Let’s go.”

☕ Mat doesn’t say anything. He keeps on throwingnervous glances over his shoulder, up to the sky and to the bunker door, andsometimes his gaze settles on you. He looks like he’s trying to think ofsomething to say, some way to reassure you, but coming up short. “Baby, it’sgoing to be fine,” you say, kissing his cheek. “Have faith.” Mat nods and givesyou a weak smile, before you two walk up to the door.

🌹 Damien is even paler than normal and when youtake his hands in yours, they are trembling. It’s not fear you can read in hiseyes, but he’s close to panic. You pull him close and kiss the corner of hislips. “We’re going to be fine, darling. Brian knows what he’s doing. We’ll befine. And once we’re back above ground, we’ll restore your garden, okay?”Damien sighs at the mention of his poor flowers, but nods. “Of course, dear. Ibelieve it is time to descend. Shall we?” He offers you his arm and you takeit.

🎣 “How many times have I run things through withyou? There’s literally no way anything bad can happen to us in the bunker. Ishould know, I built it!” Brian squeezes you tight before releasing you andmaking you turn to face him. “Do you not trust me?” You pout. “It’s not fair topull that line when I’m irrationally panicked.” He grins. His little trick works,though, and you’re feeling a lot less unsure now. “Of course I trust you, youbear.” Brian nudges you towards the bunker, his arm around your waist a steady,comforting warmth.

👟 Craig tightens his grip and you try to squirm out ofhis arms, but he doesn’t let go. He lifts you effortlessly and throws you overhis shoulder. “I share your nervousness, bro,” he says. “There isn’t even atreadmill down there, do you even know how much my workout plan is going tosuffer?” You snort against the small of his back. “But I trust Brian. He wouldn’thave invited us all down there if he wasn’t sure everything would be fine. Don’tthink the storm’ll get you out of your sit ups and push ups, though.” With agroan you resign yourself to your fate.

📖 Hugo releases you almost immediately in favourof nervously pushing up his glasses. He looks composed, but you’ve known himfor long enough to see the lines of worry on his face, the tightness of hisjaw. You lean up to kiss him; he blinks at you. “We’re going to be fine,” yousay and your tone of voice makes it sound more like a question than astatement. Hugo lets out a breath and nods. “We’ll be, unless my son and Lucienstir up trouble while down there.” You chuckle and take his hand. “Better makesure they aren’t planning something already.”

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In The Hills

Fandom: The Hills Have Eyes Character: Chameleon, others mentioned Relationship: Chameleon/reader Request: chameleon x reader. I don’t have a plot in mind but if you could write something to do with his tongue, that would be awesome Your heart was beating hard against your chest as you ran across the rough terrain. When you finally slowed down, you looked around, trying to train your eyes to find the person you were looking for. Although it wasnt easy. The part you had stopped in was surrounded by large, yellowish rocks on the outside of the mines. Your breathing was harsh and your cheeks flushed red as you turned in a circle, your eyes scanning the rocks. Little did you knew as you overlooked one rock and turned away from it, someone was camouflaged against the surface and as soon as you back was to him, he leaped at you. You gasped as an arm wrapped around your waist and picked you up. “Damn it!” You cried out as you heard your oldest friend Chameleon chuckle as he threw you up so you were perched on his shoulder, his hands holding onto your ankles to make sure you didn’t fall. “How do you do that?” You demanded, crossing your arms. You weren’t talking about the camouflage because you knew that was due to his unique skin. You were meaning how he always managed to be hidden so close to you without you knowing. “Practice.” He said, holding his chin up with pride. Cursing, you knew you had lost the bet which was that you could get to the foot of the hill before Chameleon could catch you. You were part of Jupiter’s clan which you were grateful for because they were a little more family orientated that Hades. You had been adopted as a small baby into Mama care and had always been apart of the family. Part of the reason for them adopting you was because you had two different coloured eyes. They saw that as a mutation and decided they couldn’t kill one of their own. Plus, Mama was pregnant with Ruby at the time and refused to let any baby be harmed. But you never knew anyone outside of your clan till you were 8. --------------flash back ----------------- When you were about 8 years old, you had been playing hid and seek with Lizard and Pluto when you had run into the mines. That was where you met Chameleon. He was only a year older that you and had instantly been drawn to you. He followed you around the mines, even diverting a few of his own clan away from you despite knowing his father would be cross and probably hit him for it. He had seen you playing with the other clan but he had also seen you running from them. He hadn’t known you had been playing a game. You had turned around and seen him switching hiding places, using his skin to blend into the surroundings. But because of your connection with your clan, you weren’t afraid of him much to his surprise. “You’re good at hide and seek.” You giggled, running over to him and bouncing on the ball of your foot. He didn’t speak but simply nodded. “Can you help me? My brothers are trying to find me and I need a good place.” You asked, glancing around as if to draw inspiration. Of course he helped you. In fact, he found a place at the side of the hills and away from the traps which you could hid and even see over into your own area. The two of you stayed hidden for a while. But the time flew. You two talked and giggled, not loud enough to be heard. Until you noticed 2 men, 1 woman and 2 boys walking along. You winced when you saw the two men and woman had guns and you heard Chameleon hiss. As they got closer, you saw it was Papa, Cyst, Pluto and Lizard and they all looked ready for war. You jumped and when to start running down the side of the hill to them, worried you were in trouble but a hand caught you. “They’ll hurt you.” Chameleon hissed, trying to pull you back but you shook your head. “No they wont. That’s my papa and mama and uncle and brothers.” You said, pointing to the group. The two of you had hurried down the side of the mountain. You had thought he wouldn’t come with you but when he saved you from falling more than once, you were grateful. “Hades!” You heard your father screaming, his voice filled with anger as they approached the opening of the mines. As you got closer, you saw a group of new mutants come out from the mines, lead by a large and rather fat man. “Brother.” The fatter one growled, obviously insulted by the weapons in their hands. “You give me back my daughter.” Papa had growled, signalling to the others to stand back as he went up to the man. Just then, you and Chameleon jumped down the final distance and landed no so far from them. Both groups heard you and turned to the source of the noise. “[y/n]!” Mama had called out, running over and wrapping her arms around you. When she pulled back, she had cupped your face in her hands. “Did they hurt you?” She demanded, making you frown, thinking she meant Pluto and Lizard since they could get a little rough. “No, Chameleon helped me hid.” You said, earning a grown from Papa. “Why were you hiding?” He spat, more at the other man than at you. “We were playing hide and seek. And Lizard always says im rubbish at hiding so Chameleon helped me win.” You said, pointing to your brothers who were looking rather sheepish. Mama had took your hand and pulled you over to your brothers as Chameleon went to stand with two other boys around about the same age. Papa had told Mama to take you, Pluto and Lizard home while he stayed and spoke to the man who you later found out was Hades. It was agreed that day that Hades couldn’t lay a finger on you. Later on in life, you found out that Hades keeps females for breeding purposes which kinda made your skin crawl but they never touched you. In fact, you helped them a lot. You would lead people into the mines because they trusted a young girl. You also helped with the care of the new-borns, Unfortunately, very few survived more than a few months due to their mutations and their births. But you did your best to try and find out why that could be. It was through your research and curiosity that lead to a few babies living for a few days which for Hades, was a break through since most died a birth. You had also found out that the clans had been split for a number of years but it seemed your and Chameleons friendship had started a repairing process between them. Hazel, Pluto and Ruby were very good friends due to their softer nature and Lizard had taken a liking to Letch and Stabber because of their shared knack for violence. The older ones still didn’t always get along as well as the younger generation but they put that aside. you were and still are, surprised that Hades had grown to protect you. He was like an uncle to you now and always made sure you were okay. It had surprised Papa as well, considering he sometimes treated you better than his own sons. But you were like Ruby. You could do no wrong in anyone’s eyes, including Hades. You helped everyone in their own way. You read to Grabber because he couldn’t see properly. You helped Hansel organise his collections into piles so his room wasn’t so cluttered. Letch and Stabber used you as practice. They would chase you through the mines to keep them on their toes. This was done by having the word “Victim”. You would call it out at any time you desired when you were in the mines and they had to catch you before you got to the foot of the mines. This game normally ended up with most the clan joining in and you laughing your head off. You took care of their wounds and mutations. You grew to be as part of their family as you were your own. -----------------------------back to present ----------------------- You were finally put down onto a rock by Chameleon near the entrance to the mines. “Papa says I can stay out till the sun sets but then they need my help with a car that’s broken down.” You smiled, looking at your friend. He had grown up to become incredibly handsome to you. You never understood why no one else thought so. He was so unique, so strange and you loved that. He had stopped wearing shirt a while ago and you didn’t mind, especially when he would hug you or even make the slightest bit of physical contact with you. As you looked at him, you noticed slight bruising on the good side of his face. Reaching out, you gently ran your fingers over it, knowing exactly who did this to him. That was one thing you resented about Hades. How he treated Chameleon. “What happened?” You asked, seeing him flinch a little. “Someone got away. My fault.” As he spoke, you kinda understood. It was dangerous to let people escape but you didn’t agree with Hades hitting him. Sure, Lizard got very aggressive, but he never lay a finger on you. He would sometimes punch Pluto but Pluto would get his own back. “I hate seeing you hurt.” You mumbled, moving closer to him. He was so sweet to you, so caring and loving so you didn’t understand how anyone could be mean or violent to him. To be honest, you didn’t know how anyone could mean or violent to any of your family. You only killed out of either necessity or fear. The first time Chameleon had ever killed, it was because you were in danger. A man had been about to shoot you when Chameleon had jumped down from a bolder and started to beat the man with a rock. He had proven since that day he would go to the ends of the earth for you and you for him. You felt an arm wrapping around your waist as Chameleon gave your side a slight squeeze as he looked down at you. You loved looking into those beautiful eyes, seeing the emotions swirling in them. You realised you had started to caress the side of his face with your hand while your free hand was resting on his lap. It felt so nice having these close encounters with each other. It only made your heart long for him more. You wanted to feel his hands on your side, feeling his hot breath on your lips and his skin on yours. You knew about his tongue and just the thought of it made your mind spin with lust. You wished you could lie to yourself and say you had never thought of him as more than a friend. But the truth was, it was something you longed for. You couldn’t even count how many times you had lay in your bed and thought of him while doing other things to yourself. It was this thought that drove you to lean forward and press your lips against his in a surprising kiss. You felt him jump then stiffen. You would have pulled away but you were too engrossed in the kiss, even if it was one sided. His lips were surprisingly soft and welcoming. He had more than enough strength to push you away. In fact, if he wanted to end the kiss, all he had to do was sit up straight and due to his height and your lack of, you wouldn’t be able to continue the kiss. But he didn’t. He just stayed frozen. Due to kiss lack of response, you pulled back, your cheek glowing a dark red. You had expected him to kiss you back after some amount of time but he didn’t. “Chameleon, i-im sorry.” Was all you could mutter as jumped off the rock and started to run. Tears began to pool in your eyes as you tried yourself to run down the side of the hills. You couldn’t believe you had been so stupid. Chameleon had never shown any signs of wanting anything more from you. Apart from the lingering gazes, the soft touches, the warm embraces. You shook your head as you went to run down the side of the hills but tripped and lost your footing. You braced yourself for the inevitable hard ground but it never came. You had been caught in mid air and pull against a hard chest. You blinked rapidly and looked up, seeing Chameleon was staring down at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but your stomach was doing back flips as you tried to think of how to explain your actions to him. But then he ducked down and pressed his lips to yours, taking you totally off guard but you quickly responded to the kiss, not wanting him to feel that the first kiss was a mistake. You found your kneeling going weak as he kissed you. Especially when he let out a low groan that you could feel from his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his slip to your lower back and pull you against him. He then moved you so you were pressed between him and rock but you didn’t mind. You felt he was about to deepen the kiss but then stopped. You took his lower lip in between your teeth and playfully bit down, not hard enough to hurt. Chameleon pulled away from the kiss, his eyes seeing the smirk on your lip and he relaxed. You were panting slightly and your eyes were hungry with lust for him. You saw him tilt his head slightly, his eyes now focusing on your lips like he was trying to get the courage to dive back in for another kiss. You noticed a small strand of saliva from the previous kiss was on his lips and trailed down to his chin. Taking the opportunity, you leaned forward and licked from his lips to his lips, latching onto them for a quick kiss before pulling back. You saw Chameleon smile before he opened his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he stretched his long tongue. Instantly, you took it in your mouth, moaning at the feeling as he began to push it further into your mouth. You moaned, unable to control yourself as his lips finally met yours. “[y/n]!” A voice buzzed from your radio, making you both jump apart, panting. You fumbled with your Radio from your back pocket. “yeah?” You called dover the radio as Lizards voice came back on. “Big brain wants yah back now. Said to go out earlier.” Lizard told you. “Okay, I’ll head back the now.” You confirmed and the radio went dead. You took a deep breath and looked back to Chameleon. You saw there was a sadness in his eyes. “I have to go.” You said, panting slightly still. Chameleon looked up to your eyes and you saw there was a silent question in them. But you couldn’t tell what it was. You sighed and turned to walk down the side of the hill but someone caught your wrist. Turning, you saw Chameleon. “Come back?” He practically begged you and instantly, you knew he didn’t just mean to come back and see him. It was a hidden question of that kiss. “If you want me to.” You smiled, turning and stepping closer to him. Instantly, he let go of your wrist to wrap his arms around your body. You felt at home in his arms. “Always.” He mumbled before ducking down for another quick kiss. You kissed him back but had to pull away before things got too heated again. You didn’t think you could pull yourself away another time. “Meet me here after dark?” You panted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He nodded, beaming at you before kissing your forehead and stepping back. You started to run down the side of the hills, your heart racing. The rest of the day, you couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could you wait for night to fall. So you could return to the hills.