#runaway fic

[redtsundere-writes]

I have seen many likes and reblogs on my Runaway post, I'll probably start posting it here as well :3

[endlessnightmaress]

runaway cegan — BLOOD

“You gonna get some payment out him, right?” Someone asks lecherously through the radio. Carl swears he can feel his skin crawl at the tone. The older man looks over at him and he thinks for a moment that Negan gives him a once over.

“Don’t you worry about that, Simon.” He sets the receiver back down and turns the volume on it down. “Don’t worry about them, kid. It can be tough being out here on the road.” He nods like he understands, but he actually has no idea. His life has been pretty cushy with his dad being the sheriff. Like the toughest thing he’s gone through is losing his eye and maybe helping his mom deliver Judith at home.

They pull into a truck stop after a couple of hours, Negan parking the truck. He turns the cab light on as he stretches, his shirt riding up a bit and Carl gets a peek of his stomach. His mouth waters a little and he wants to lick it right down to... He mentally shakes his head.

No.

No.

Absolutely not.

He cannot let his mind wander like that, not here in the cab of a truck with a man he just met.

[endlessnightmaress]

For the word Roulette: for no particular fic: (Any ending variation:) “Cuddle”

“Alright, kid. You can sleep up here if you want.” He stands up, cracking his back as he does. “Or you can come back here and sleep in the bed. With me.” He waggles his brows at him like he did earlier. Carl’s whole face lights up with a blush and he tries to stutter out some sort of answer, but all that really leaves his mouth is a couple of choked sounds. He shakes his head and Negan smirks at him, his tongue pinned between his teeth again.

“Just sayin’, it gets cold in here at night.” He grabs a spare blanket and tosses it to him. “Offers open if you change your mind.” He nods, or at least he thinks he does as he takes the blanket. There’s some shuffling behind him as he covers up. His mind wanders off on its own, imagining Negan getting changed behind him. He bites his bottom lip, uses the pain to ground himself in the present. He waits until he hears the creak of the bed before leaning his seat back a little bit, wiggling out of his too big jeans, and getting comfortable in the seat. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Carl wakes up a couple of hours later, shivering and clutching the blanket. His teeth feel like they’re chattering together and his jaw aches from how tightly he has it clenched. He glances around in the dark, hoping he hasn’t woken Negan up. When he hears the soft sounds of the older man still sleeping, he lets out a soft breath of relief. He chews on his lip for a moment as he considers the man’s offer from earlier. It wouldn’t be so bad, right? It would just be to stay warm, nothing else. And he can totally stay in control of his body. He gathers up his blanket and carefully stands up, wincing at the groan of the chair. He pauses for a moment, making sure that the noise hasn’t woken the other man. Negan sounds like he’s still sleeping as he slowly creeps into the back. He can do this. It’s just for warmth because it is fucking cold in here. His knees bump the edge of the bed and he barely keeps himself from wincing at the shot of pain. He freezes as he hears the change in Negan’s breathing.

“You change your mind, Darlin’?” His voice is rough with sleep and Carl can’t help the shiver that goes down his spine at the sound of it.

“M’cold.” He grumbles softly. Negan chuckles softly as he lifts up his blanket.

“Come on then.” Carl mumbles something under his breath as he climbs underneath the blanket with him. He tries to keep as much space between them as he can on the small bed, but Negan quickly loses his patience for the younger man’s squirming. He wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him closer, practically forcing the teen to half lay across his chest. Carl squirms around more trying to get comfortable but also trying to get away.

“Jee-sus Christ, kid. Quit squirming before I send your ass back up front.” He freezes against him before slowly nodding.

“O-okay..” He stays frozen against him for a few minutes as he forces his body to relax. It isn’t so bad once he’s comfortable. Negan’s skin is warm to the touch, and under the blanket, it feels like being cuddled up next to a furnace. He lays his head on the older man’s chest, his eyes falling shut again as the older man trails his fingers along his spine. It doesn’t take very long for him to fall back asleep now that he’s warm.

[mycapofmisfortune]

Wednesdays are for WIPs so here's a snippet from the Runaway fic!

[space-blue-spirit]

Roadrage: *loses Taser and Dagger in a crowd*

Roadrage:

Roadrage:

Roadrage: Thank the Allspark.

[space-blue-spirit]

In light of Runaway ch.19 being posted....

[milles-rambling]

"You... You almost died, Shiso! How are you so calm?!"

"poggers."

He felt now that his fear of heights was officially justified. He leant his head on the boulder, clutching onto it as he saw the death drop of the ravine. It's good he hadn't died yet.

Shiso saw this as his second time cheating death. Thanks, Tapu Koko.

[sammyspreadyourwings]

I think for the Brian gets pregnant in '75, poly!Queen would work great because that way Brian wouldn't even know who the father is and if that's gonna be okay with them so like extra angst.

Man, this is going to be one angst sandwich. 

But yeah, I think something that might contribute to Bri’s choice in the long run.