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[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if the New Frontier stole from the Saviors?

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Settle the Score

What if the New Frontier stole from the Saviors? (TW: Violence and Negan)

Clementine swallowed, Javi was at the base of the gallows, while Tripp, Ava and David were being held hostage. She hadn’t been at her best, especially since she saw the Saviors mark on some of the supplies in the warehouse.

Then, without warning, a flare went up, cutting Joan off and making everyone go silent. Then she heard it. The whistle. That fucking whistle. As if everyone knew who it was, the crowd parted and he casually strolled up to the stage.

“Hello.” Drawled Negan, looking around the group, “Now, I usually wouldn’t just, invite myself in.”

More people started to appear, with Clementine freezing, recognising some of the faces.

“But,” Negan grinned up at Joan, “a little fruit told me that you,” he pointed Lucielle at Joan, “had your people stealing.”

Clementine looked down, ashamed of how fast she told Negan.

“Clementine,” Sighed Joan, before Negan cut her off.

“Oh no, she’s smart.” Negan looked around, “I mean, your surrounded by a bucha guys and you just happen to have stabbed their leader? Ooh, she was in a really bad position.”

Negan looked around, “Alright, round ‘em up.”

Everyone in the square soon found themselves on their knees, with one Savior roughly shoving Kate down next to Javi.

“You okay?” Whispered Javi, getting a brief nod from Kate.

He pointed his bat at someone, “Eeny.” He pointed his bat as he counted them off at random, walking up and down the line up, leaving a word for each person, “Meeny. Miny. Mo. Catch. A tiger. By. His toe. If he hollers. Let him go. My Mother. Told me. To pick. The very. Best one. And. You. Are. It.”

Negan looked down at his victim, “If anybody moves, anybody starts something,” he pointed at Clementine, “cut her hand off and feed it to that prick next to her.” He looked back at his victim, “It’s okay, you can breathe, you can blink you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.”

STS

Gabe sat in the church; Clementine had fallen into an uneasy sleep. He saw the council sitting towards the front. Clementine’s hand was in bandages, Lingard managed to sew up most of the damage, so with some hope, it would heal, even if it would take the better part of a year and it wouldn’t be as strong as it had been.

“Their definition of half isn’t half,” Said Eleanor, “it’s most of what we have.”

“David?” Lingard looked at Gabe’s father, “Anything to add?”

David didn’t respond, instead getting up and walking out of the building.

“Does he usually do that?” Asked Eleanor, getting a scoff from Clint.

“No, but Joan did get people killed.” Clint glared at her, “We should’ve listened to him.”

“I was going what I thought was best.” Sighed Joan, trying to ignore the blood on her clothes.

Clint glared at her, before leaving after David. Lingard sighed, “Clint has a point. Your…greater good got people killed, and, if what Clem told us is true, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill the rest of the community if we fought him.”

Joan sighed, before she looked over at Clementine, “Why did she tell them where to find us?”

“Who knows.” Eleanor glared at Clementine, getting a snort from a guy lounging in a pew at the back of the church.

“He probably already had this place cased out,” The man sat up, “he wouldn’t have a force this big if someone squealed to him. He was coming already, he just wanted to play mind games with someone who managed to get away from him.” The man glanced at Clementine, “She’s probably scared out of her mind, given she’s just a child.”

STS

Tripp scowled, getting up and walking off as Eleanor approached him, while Gabe helped a limping Clementine to the truck.

“Dr. Lingard told us that AJ’s at a place called McCarroll Ranch.” Said Gabe, as Kate looked on from the truck, “He’s given us some supplies, but we’re going to need to scavenge for stuff.”

“You’re leaving?” Eleanor spoke up, walking up to them.

“Er…” Gabe looked around, “Yeah, I mean, look at this place, it’s not safe.”

“That’s because—” Conrad cut her off, “People got killed? Yeah, that’s why we’re going.”

“Javi got them killed.”

“And you sold us out.”

“Because the plan was going to get all of us killed,” Eleanor looked around them, “I was trying—”

“To save your own neck.” Kate snapped, glaring at Eleanor, “You might like living in a prison, but some of us prefer to live freely.”

“Richmond isn’t a prison.” Protested Eleanor, as the group joined Gabe and Clementine in the truck.

“Maybe,” Kate looked around, “but, from what we’ve been told about…them, it’ll soon be.”

Kate got back in the truck, before they drove off, leaving Eleanor staring after them.

STS

Clementine winced as AJ tugged on her hand, collecting AJ had gone more or less smoothly, she supposed having David with them helped.

“Clem.” Babbled the toddler, prompting Clementine to readjust him.

“Hey goofball.” Clementine’s response got a giggle from AJ.

To the group, the change in Clementine’s demeanour was like whiplash, especially since they hadn’t actually heard her laugh before.

“So,” David looked back at them, “about…what happened back there…”

“At the ranch or Richmond?” Asked Tripp, returning David’s look.

“At… at Richmond.” Clarified David, “I…I know that I should’ve done more.”

“Negan’s a psychopath.” Said Clementine, “He’s the type of crazy that keeps everyone afraid.”

“He’s not gonna chase us, is he?” Asked Conrad, looking at Clementine.

“No.” Clementine shook her head, “He chases large groups, not small ones or individuals. I ran into him a couple of years ago, the woman I was with got hurt, so I took some of his group’s medical supplies. He caught me and, in a panic, I stabbed him. It was almost funny, he seemed more amused than angry and had me sit down and tell him what I was taking them for. It was like a teacher finding you taking crayons or something.”

STS *Three Years Later*

“So,” Clementine looked over at Kate, “about… Gabe.”

Clementine noticed the others stiffen up, “I’m not going to break every time he’s brought up.”

“You get angry though.” Said AJ, getting a flat look from Clementine.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” Clementine stood up, before looking around, “Where’s David?”

“He’s watching Mari.” Answered Kate, “He’s… going through losing Gabe.”

“You don’t have to speak like I’m going to go crazy.” Said David, returning to the group, gently cradling the new born, “There’re signs for a school nearby, hopefully, we can have separate rooms to sleep in soon.”

“If it’s clear.” Said Clementine, giving him a look as she took the baby from him, “I don’t think Tripp want to deal with another Walker while he’s…”

“Taking a shit.” Finished AJ.

The group stared at the toddler, before Tripp sighed, “Why’re children like sponges?”

STS

Clementine looked around the school grounds, they, somehow, managed to get the people to let them in. Apparently, they survived since the outbreak, with the help of the school Nurse, Clarissa Martin. Unsurprisingly, she and Conrad hit it off and the residents slowly came around to them, especially since they managed to drive off those raiders that’s started giving them grief.

“So,” Louis leaned against a wall next to her, as the group sat around a fire, “Do you want to talk about that day?”

“It’s pretty sickening.” Warned Clementine, “But, we might as well. You see, David and I we were part of this group, called the New Frontier. I was kicked out for taking some medicine for AJ and David found out that the New Frontier was raiding and stealing from other communities, one of which being the Saviors.”

Clementine swallowed, “They were led by this man, Negan. He followed the who ‘eye for an eye’ approach. So, when he found out that the New Frontier had stolen from him and killed some of his men, he decided to settle the score.”

STS *Flashback*

He raised his bat, as Clementine tried to move to stop him. As he brought his bat down on Ava’s head, Clementine was shoved to the ground and had her left hand struck by a Savior’s machete.

Negan continued to beat Ava over the head, until she collapsed forwards and Negan smashed her head into a bloody pulp of shattered bone, brains and teeth. Clementine grasped at her bloody wrist, with one of Negan’s followers making sure she watched the beating, tears running down her face.

“Whoo!” Yelled Negan, stepping away, “Now that—”

David rushed forwards and punched him, making Negan stumble back and laugh.

“Ooh,” Negan touched his face, “that was uncalled for.” Negan looked down, “Now, I’ve got to show you that there are consequences to your actions.”

Without any warning, Negan brought Lucielle down on Javi’s head. Kate let out a short scream, as Negan gave another blow, making one of Javi’s eyes pop out of its socket.

“Oh, god!” Negan laughed, “Look at this gross shit!”

Javi tried to speak, turning to Kate, getting a laugh from Negan, before he brought Lucielle down on Javi’s head again. Kate screamed and cried and pleaded, as Javi’s skull split open and Lucielle pulled his brain out, killing him.

Negan looked around, as Kate started screaming herself hoarse, “You know what, I don’t think that does it. Kill half of ‘em.”

Almost immediately, the Saviors gunned down half of the residents of Richmond, leaving the remaining line up member in steadily growing puddles of blood, with Kate trying to get Javi to speak to her, despite his head being destroyed.

STS

“He didn’t kill any children,” Said Kate, “but, he made his mark.”

“We had a friend, Eleanor, she seemed to think that Richmond could be saved.” Tripp continued, “We left her behind and haven’t looked back since.”

“What about that Gabe guy AJ mentioned?” Asked Tenn, making Clementine look down.

“He was David’s son and…” Kate glanced at Clementine, “and Clementine’s boyfriend. He got bit on the back of the next while looking for supplies about three or four weeks ago and…had to be put down.”

“Whoa.” Muttered Louis, “So…It was a horrible few days for you?”

“That’s the understatement of the century.” Muttered Clementine, as Mari started fussing.

“Are you still thinking of moving on or…” Violet looked around, “because it’d be nice to have all of you around.”

Clementine and her group shared a look.

“Yeah,” David spoke, “We’ll stay.”

Next Story: What if the Bandits captured the Motel group? (TW: Rape/Non-Con, somewhat Graphic Violence and homophobic language)

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[hurtspideyparker]

In a timeline where Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lives in the compound:

Steve, walking into the living room: Don't worry Buck I think you'll really fit in around here. Everyone is super nice

Peter: Oh my god you're living here too?! Can I please look at your arm? Please please please please please-

Bucky: *turns around and leaves*

-

Clint: So... wanna test if your spider-sense defeats my perfect aim?

Peter: Oh my god do I ever

Tony & Steve: NO.

-

Peter: Hi. Big fan. Y'know we're like a spider duo. Crime fighting spiders. Arachnid pals

Natasha, staring blankly:

Peter: Web friends? SPY-ders?

Natasha:

Peter: Spinneret associates?

Natasha: Leave.

Peter: Yes okay sorry ma'am

-

During a meal:

Bucky: *glaring at Sam*

Sam: Ay Rogers come get your dog

Steve: Bucky, leave it

Bucky: *glares down at soup instead*

-

Peter: Mr. Rogers could you help me with my homework?

Tony: What the hell kid, I'm right here

Bruce: I have... so many degrees

Steve: Hey I know a thing or two myself. Sure Queens, what do you got?

Peter: Great! I'm just gonna ask some questions for my essay. What would you say the role of war propaganda was in your decision to enroll in the military? Was being poor a factor? Actually, how was the Great Depression for you?

Steve: Less depressing than this conversation.

-

Steve: Take a jacket, it's chilly

Wanda: Okay thanks dad

Steve:

Wanda:

Peter: Ha! That's so embarrassing, it's like calling your teacher dad

Wanda: Shut up Peter, you call Tony dad all the time

Peter: Yeah but I do it on purpose so it's not embarrassing. I'm very open about my daddy issues

-

Tony: I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth

Steve:

Tony: Looking at me with your angelic blue eyes, like a freak

Steve:

Tony: Stupid Dorito ass build. Making me wanna take a bite

Steve: I feel harassed but I'm not sure what kind

-

Natasha: Hey bird brain!

Clint and Sam both turn:

Natasha: Hm, that's a problem. You have thirty seconds to decide who gets bird brain. The other will be feather head

Clint and Sam: *start arguing*

Tony: I can't believe they're fighting to be called an insult

Steve: She has that effect on people

Peter: Aw man, I wish the Black Widow gave me a nickname :(

-

Peter: Hey old man

Bucky:

Peter: I'M SO SORRY SIR MR. WILSON MADE ME DO IT PLEASE DONT KILL ME

Sam: *cackling in the background*

Bucky: *stands up and turns to Sam*

Sam: Oh shit- kid you're not getting the money if you're gonna snitch!

Peter: That's okay, I'd like to think my life is worth more than twenty bucks

-

Bucky: I need your... help

Tony: Sure, what's up?

Bucky: *glances back at Steve who stands in the doorway and nods approvingly*

Bucky: Arm.

Tony: Ok... this conversation is killing you isn't it?

Bucky:

Tony: Say please

Bucky: Nope can't do it-

Steve: Do I need to get out the get-along shirt?

*Bucky and Tony share a look of alarm*

Bucky: Please fix my arm

Tony: Yep of course no problem buddy

-

Read Part 2 and Part 3

[paanmoxi]

they put them on a mission together

[atomikats]

after a long day at the long day factory

[drizzledrawings]

Hello winterhawk people,, here’s a comic I did two years ago that I never finished!

Enjoy

[justlous-art]

I kept laughing while drawing it

[literaryavenger]

You Were My Sunshine

Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.

Masterlist

“Have a good day.” Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.

You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.

“So, we’re really just accepting this?” Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and he’s sure you can’t hear him.

“Yes, Buck.” Steve says firmly.

“But-” Bucky’s protests are cut off by Tony.

“She’s entitled to her privacy.” He says firmly. “Just let it go, Frosty.”

Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.

You’ve always been an open person, you’re always there for everybody that needs you and you’re not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.

Your life is an open book.

Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.

You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you don’t use credit cards anywhere. 

It’s like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.

At least that’s how the team sees it. 

They’ve all tried to figure out where you go, but that’s the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:

Don’t worry about it.

After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it. 

Everyone except Bucky.

It’s not like you’re that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.

Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.

That’s why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t follow you, that you’re allowed to have your secrets. But he can’t help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane. 

He just needs you. to know.

So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, it’s one of his favorite places to visit when he’s in the city.

He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like you’re looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.

You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. ‘Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince’, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because he’s talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Bucky’s favorites.

You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.

Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky you’re too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.

He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.

Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you can’t really see him unless you were really looking for him. But you’re so engrossed in reading that Bucky’s sure he could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even realize it.

He knows you get like that when you’re reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times you’ve read them already.

Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.

It’s actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?

But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something you’d done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when you’re so into the words you’re reading.

So why do it in secret?

After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the book’s trance and gather your things before getting up.

Bucky frowns when you don’t get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Bucky’s never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you can’t see him.

He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. It’s clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like you’re pretty close to them even though he’s never even heard you mention this place before. When you’re done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesn’t want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.

After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and he’s surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.

It’s clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.

So why don’t the Avengers? 

You looked so comfortable with all the people you’ve met today, Bucky can’t help but think that maybe you don’t feel like you belong on the team.

You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.

He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.

He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.

“Hi, mom…” You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Bucky’s sure it’s a forced smile. “Happy birthday.”

You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadn’t eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.

“So…” You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.

A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.

Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.

You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.

“So, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.” You say with a small smile. “It’s our favorite, hadn’t read it in a while.”

Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.

“It took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.” You say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 400 pages in, don’t judge me.” 

Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He can’t help but find you adorable.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. “That’s what you told me when I was scared of the dark…” You say quietly with a smile.

“And that’s what you told me before you…” You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.

That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.

He’s more than surprised that he didn’t know your mother died, and he’s pretty sure the rest of the team doesn’t know either.

Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.

But Bucky’s even more surprised to see you breaking down, something you’ve never done before. You’re cheery, you’re bubbly, you’re everyone’s little ray of sunshine.

And it breaks Bucky’s heart to know you’ve been falling apart when you’re by yourself all these years.

“I’m sorry I only come here once a year, I just…” You start, so quietly that Bucky’s glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. “I miss you so much and I can’t… I can’t bear this.”

He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you can’t stop crying.

“I’m trying to be the person you loved…” You say after a moment of silence. “Your little ray of sunshine.” You chuckle softly through the tears.

It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. It’s how you’ve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

You are my sunshine

Bucky’s thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing. 

My only sunshine

Bucky knows this song. It’s a lullaby that he’s heard you sing once before.

Clint’s family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.

You probably didn’t realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and it’s not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clint’s room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.

You make me happy, when skies are gray 

You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little. 

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Bucky can see you’re having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.

Please don’t take… My sunshine… Away

Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.

Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these. 

Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...

Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey…” He says quietly.

His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.

Bucky didn’t expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.

“Goddammit, Bucky!” You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.

For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.

“Did you fucking follow me?!” Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.

“I…” Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows he’s in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?!” You snap at him. “You didn’t understand what the meaning of privacy is?!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen you this angry at anyone that’s not an enemy and surely never at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was just curious, I didn’t think this would be it, I thought…”

“You thought what?” You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I thought maybe you were a supervillain…” He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. “Or a stripper.”

His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand he’s just joking before you actually punch him in the face.

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.

“I really am sorry…” He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. “I know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didn’t plan on bothering you at all, which doesn’t make what I did better,” He quickly adds when he sees you’re about to say something.

“But when I saw you crying, I just… I couldn’t help myself.” He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. “You’re always there for everybody, I don’t think it’s fair that you don’t let anybody be there for you.”

You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know he’s right, you don’t let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.

But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...

So you let him.

You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.

“She died when I was 14.” You say quietly. “I only had her, so I was on my own after that…”

Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.

“A few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressed…” You have a faint smile at the memory although it’s clear you’re about to cry again. “They offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I don’t know… I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering. 

“Doll…” He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. “It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.”

His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way he’s looking at you so lovingly, it’s all too much for you and can’t hold back your tears anymore.

With a broken sob, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.

In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes it’s not like you don’t feel like you belong with the Avengers.

This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because you’ve always had to.

And he’ll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[bexcookiee]

Okay but what about all the technically nicknamed avengers ticking off one another by calling them their given names. Just going at each other like:

“What the fuck Anthony”

“Don't look at me! It’s not my fault, James”

“Yeah, come on guys it’s clearly Steven's fault”

“Oh shove off Clinton, like you could do any better”

While Natasha and Bruce just sit on the side shaking their heads.

[renif]

"can you get off of me, barton?" "nuh uh" *continues posing for a nonexistent photo*

just a normal sparing session this is so dumb, but i just couldn't help myself

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Clem found out AJ was at McCarroll Ranch before she met Javi?

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What if Clem found out AJ was at McCarroll Ranch before she met Javi? Prompt Submitted by Worker72 on AO3

Clementine quietly walked along the dust covered road. Her mind was on AJ, she should’ve fought harder to keep him. Ava had given her some supplies, as well as the drawing he’d done. Sighing, Clementine looked around, before walking over to a small clearing. Deciding it was safe enough for her to get some sleep, she dropped herself down on the ground, silently taking AJ’s drawing out of the bag Ava had given her.

The drawing was a mess of squiggles, Clementine couldn’t discern what they were supposed to be, but she stared at it intently, before she idly flipped the piece of paper over, revealing a note.

He’s going to McCarroll Ranch – D.

Clementine blinked. One. Twice. McCarroll Ranch wasn’t far, hell, it was just a couple hours walk from where she was currently. Clementine jumped to her feet and continued down the road, before breaking into a run.

C

Clementine found getting into McCarroll Ranch was easy. She found some car keys and located the car they belonged to. She’d managed to get some guns and supplies into the car without being noticed. Quietly ducking her head into rooms, she found a lot of sleeping children, but none of them were AJ. Frowning, Clementine wondered if David’s note was lying, before she ducked behind a cabinet as a couple of people walked past.

“That kid is terrifying,” Said a man in a beanie, “why did the guys ask us to look after him.”

“He’s been sick.” Shrugged another, “I’m just glad that Helen has him in time out, away from the other kids.”

Clementine frowned, slinking out of her hiding place and looked at the doors. Each door had a small sign saying what it was for. Clementine finally found the door that said Time out room, and quietly pushed the door open. She could hear the sound of a toddler throwing a tantrum, she didn’t need to listen long to know it was AJ. Looking around the room, Clementine spotted a woman asleep in the corner. Quickly and quietly, Clementine snuck across the room and crouched down in front of the toddler. She smiled as he started to calm down, before his crying started up again. Frowning, Clementine picked AJ up, only for something to drop off him producing the foulest stench she’d ever smelt.

Looking down, Clementine located the source of the smell. AJ’s pants and diaper had come off, scowling she held AJ out and looked him over. They’d left him to sit in his own filth and they were saying he was trouble? Looking around the room, Clementine spotted some diapers and some clean clothes roughly AJ’s size. Quickly walking over, Clementine cleaned him up, dressed him and started calming him down. Quickly making sure the woman was still asleep; Clementine grabbed a bag and stuffed the baby stuff into it.

Without anyone noticing, Clementine hurried back to the car, carefully put AJ in and drove away. Leaving the people to find AJ’s dirty clothes and some weapons, supplies and a car missing.

C

Clementine finally managed to find Prescott, AJ was asleep, and she’d managed to get them entry. A woman, Eleanor, was checking them both over. AJ, somehow, managed to sleep through being manhandled, although Eleanor frowned at the rash he had.

“So,” the leader of the community, Tripp, “you got separated from your boy, found him again and came here.”

Clementine nodded, “I know it doesn’t sound very believable.”

“The dead getting up and walking doesn’t sound very believable,” Scoffed Tripp, “a kid knowing how to drive doesn’t sound very believable. Trust me, your story about your journey probably the most believable thing I’ve heard in a while.”

“What condition did you find him in?” Asked Eleanor, as AJ let out a small snore.

“He was in timeout because he was ‘misbehaving’,” Clementine gave air quotes, “they’d left him to sit in his own shit so long that his diaper fell off when I picked him up.”

Eleanor frowned, before handing AJ over to Clementine, “He’s got a rash, but that should go down in time. Any other issued can be fixed by some food and sleep.”

Clementine tried to give Eleanor a smile, “Thank you.”

Eleanor blinked at her, “You… er, you might want to get used to smiling, because you look like you’ve stood in a bear trap.”

C

Clementine scowled, she’d gone with a couple other people to an old junk yard with the plan on finding a vehicle in decent enough condition and using it to help guard Prescott. Instead, they found a girl hiding in a car and Clementine got flattened by one of the guys from Prescott landing on her after they were shot at. Clementine, the surviving guy from Prescott, and the girl, who gave her name as Mariana quickly got behind a car, with Clementine and the guy, Gus, returned fire. Clementine recognised them as New Frontier, taking the opportunity to nail Badger in the face. She continued firing at the other grunts, before her gun clicked twice. She pulled the trigger a third time and the gun fired.

“Fucking Eli.” Cursed Gus, as a bullet hit him in the neck.

Grabbing his gun, Clementine killed the last couple of New Frontier grunts. Sighing, Clementine looked at Mariana, “We’ve got to go.”

“Wait, I, I need to get Gabe and Kate.” Said Mariana, running off.

Clementine groaned, before snagging the keys and following after her. Clementine took out some Walkers, allowing a woman and a boy roughly her age to hop out.

“Mari!” Gasped the boy, hugging Mariana, “Thank god you’re okay.”

“Where’s Javi?” Asked the woman, as Clementine walked up to them, “Who’s this?”

“I’m the one that dealt with those Walkers,” Said Clementine, “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Is Javi with you?” Asked the woman, looking around for someone.

Clementine looked around, “Nope, who’s Javi? Please don’t tell me he’s your dog.”

“Javi’s our uncle.” Said Mariana, “Those guys took him.”

“Oh,” Clementine frowned, “No, he might be at the community I’m from, Prescott’s not far from here.”

The woman looked conflicted, “We… we need gas to get the van to run.”

“What van?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“They torched the van, Kate.” Said Mariana, looking at Kate, “But, Clementine’s got a truck.”

Kate looked Clementine up and down, before gesturing for the girl to lead them to the truck. Now, Clementine watched as Eleanor checked Kate, Mariana and Gabe over.

“You’re certain that it was the New Frontier?” Asked Tripp, getting a nod from Clementine.

“When I was with them, they didn’t have the numbers to hold onto multiple places.” Said Clementine, “I would’ve thought that the junk yard would’ve come under Richmond’s control. Then again, I spent most of my time in one of their other camps, Richmond itself could be New Frontier for all I know.”

Tripp nodded, looking at their new guests, “Thanks, for not confronting Eli before talking to me. I know you can get carried away when you’re angry.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and walked off, ducking into Conrad’s bar and finding AJ, who had a jar of, what Clementine hoped was, red paint. Looking him over, Clementine looked at Conrad, “What happened?”

“It’s tomato sauce.” Said Conrad, “I was hoping to use it, but he took off with it.”

AJ messily stuffed a fist into his mouth, freezing and looking up as Clementine loomed over him.

“Okay, Goofball,” Clementine picked him up, “you’re getting a bath.”

AJ suddenly started wriggle, whining and starting the throes of a tantrum, before he hit Clementine in the face. Clementine stopped walking, as AJ stared up at her, sighing, Clementine looked down at AJ, tomato sauce smeared on her face. AJ continued to stare up at her, before he started whining again, letting out hiccups, and AJ started to full on bawl. Frowning, Clementine adjusted him and checked him over. Sighing, Clementine grabbed the baby bag and continued to a bathing area near Tripp’s office.

Kate watched the girl walking off with a crying toddler, as Eleanor tutted, “What?”

“Clementine needs to get him on a tighter leash.” Said Eleanor, “He acts like he’s spoilt.”

Kate frowned, as Tripp snorted, “You know that’s bullshit. We all saw her control him with a look.”

“How old is she?” Asked Kate, looking at them.

“Thirteen or fourteen.” Shrugged Tripp, “Don’t know how she got a hold of the kid, but she cares for him.”

“I think he’s playing it up,” Said Eleanor, as AJ screamed, “he wants attention, doesn’t want to something, he’s caught doing something he shouldn’t—”

“OW!” Clementine’s voice echoed over to them, followed by a smack and AJ throwing a tantrum.

“She needs to spank that brat some more.” Muttered a guy walking past them.

Kate looked around, before frowning, “Where’s Gabe?”

Over in the bathing area, Clementine sighed. Thankfully, AJ always calmed down when he was in the water. Glancing as her hand, Clementine winced, before grabbing a rag, “Do you wanna tell me what happened, Goofball?”

AJ stared up at her, obviously feigning stupidity.

“AJ, you know that’s not going to work on me.” Deadpanned Clementine, looking at him, “I know you can talk.”

AJ huffed and splashed the water around.

Sighing, Clementine ran the wet rag over AJ’s face.

“Clem.” Whined AJ, giving her a reproachful look.

Clementine raised her eyebrows at him, “You’ve got food in your hair. Do you want to deal with maggots?”

AJ shook his head.

“Then let me clean you.” Said Clementine, simply, as she pulled a piece of tomato out of AJ’s hair.

After she finished cleaning the toddler, Clementine turned around to grab a towel. Which was enough time for AJ to run off, giggling as Clementine gave chase. He rounded a corner and ran into someone’s legs, giving Clementine a chance to cover him with the towel. AJ started wriggling, ready to start throwing a tantrum, only to stop at the look Clementine gave him.

“I’m sorry about him.” Apologised Clementine, looking at the guy AJ ran into, “Gabe, right?”

Gabe nodded, “Er, no problem. How old is he?”

Clementine glanced at AJ, “Almost three.”

AJ glared up at Gabe, getting a sigh from Clementine, “AJ.”

AJ huffed, before there was a loud bang on Prescott’s gate. Sighing, Clementine walked back to the bathing area and dressing AJ, “Look, I know you don’t like new people, but if you keep acting out, I’ll stop going on supply runs.”

AJ grinned, getting a glare from Clementine, “No, AJ. That’s not a good thing, it means I’ll be watching you like a hawk. You won’t be able to explore, you won’t be able to play for more than an hour, you won’t be able eat what you want. You’ll be staying within my eyesight at all times, until I’m satisfied that you can behave yourself while I have someone else watching you. Do you understand?”

AJ gave Clementine a hesitant nod, his smile falling, “Okay.”

Clementine sighed, “AJ, you have to behave yourself, I don’t want to take those things from you, but I’ll take them if you keep misbehaving. Okay?”

AJ nodded, as Clementine stood up.

C

Javi stared at David’s back as the man talked to the guy in charge of Prescott. He had an unexpected reunion with his brother, which was made tense when David found out that Javi had been stealing from the junkyard David’s group owned.

He spotted Mariana and Kate, before Gabe appeared with a girl in a dirty hat carrying a baby. The girl’s face soured, before walking over to them. David looked at the girl and the baby, “Clementine.”

“What’re you doing here?” Asked Clementine, frowning, “I thought the New Frontier didn’t go this far out.”

“Javi said my wife and kids were in a junkyard near here.” Said David, getting a sigh from Clementine.

“Yeah, they had Badger shooting at them, he killed the two guys I was with.” Said Clementine, “We were looking for anything that could help keep the Walkers out.”

David frowned, before nodding, “Okay.” He looked around and his eyes settled on Gabe, “Gabe.” David rushed over to the boy, with Clementine giving Tripp a funny look.

C

David had left with his family, taking them to Richmond. David and Ava had turned up a week later with about a dozen people, saying they were redirecting a massive herd of Walkers. Clementine frowned as she looked through her binoculars.

“Have you given Joan’s offer any thought?” Asked Ava, making Clementine look up at her.

“Not really.” Said Clementine, going back to looking at the herd, “Kinda surprised it was even made.”

“You’ve matured Clem,” Said Ava, “the council—what the hell?!”

Clementine watched in horror as the herd changed direction and hit Prescott. She heard Tripp, Conrad, Javi and David join them.

“No.” Gasped Conrad, before he started rushing towards Prescott.

Clementine scrambled to her feet and ran after him, before they knew it, they reached Prescott. The Walkers had cleared out and many of their friends were lying dead and devoured on the ground. Feeling her throat get tight, Clementine ran around, looking for survivors. They found Francine and Eleanor, while Clementine ran to where she left AJ. Skidding to a halt, Clementine looked into the room, taking out a couple of Walkers, looking for any sign of AJ.

Then she heard it. A sniffle and a small sob, spotting a cupboard, Clementine ran over and wrenched the doors open. AJ sat curled into a ball, sniffling a rocking back and forth. Sighing, Clementine gently touched his arm, getting a flinch from him.

“AJ,” Said Clementine, softly, “it’s me.”

“I-I-I-I’m-m s-s-sor-r-ry.” Bawled AJ, “I-I-I-I d-did-d-dn’t m-mean t-t-to!”

Clementine frowned, before looking around, aside from the mess made by the Walkers, nothing seemed out of place. Clementine heard Eleanor and David enter the room.

“Is he alright?” Asked David, as Clementine continued to look around the room.

“He seems to be,” Answered Clementine, “but he keeps apologising for something.”

“We…” Eleanor looked around, “we were trying to toilet train him when the Walkers hit.”

Clementine frowned, before gently removing AJ from the cupboard, sighing when she saw the stains on his clothes. AJ continued to bawl his eyes out, his voice turning into babbling nonsense, making Clementine adjust him, “AJ. Goofball, look at me.”

AJ hesitantly looked at Clementine, the girl sighing at the mixture of fear, embarrassment and shame on his face.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Said Clementine, firmly, “you were scared and there were Walkers. It’s not your fault.”

AJ hiccupped, as Clementine hugged him.

“You might want to clean yourself up.” Said Javi, from the doorway.

“I’ve walked around covered head to toe in Walker guts.” Said Clementine, throwing a glare at him as she picked AJ up, “Besides, it’ll wash off. Okay?”

AJ gave her a small nod, as they left the room.

C

Clementine quietly cleaned AJ up in the quarantine area in Richmond, David had managed to get a small bath and some new clothes down so Clementine would clean AJ. AJ quietly sniffled as Clementine washed him, she thought she heard someone come up behind her.

“How’s he doing?” Asked Conrad, making Clementine look around at him.

“I think the Walkers really scared him.” Said Clementine, turning and grabbing a towel. She started to get up, only to realise that AJ hadn’t moved. Sighing, Clementine dried him off, dressed him and picked him up, the toddler gripping tight to Clementine as she walked around the room, burying his face in her chest.

“Clementine.” David’s voice came from the doorway, “You’ve been okayed.”

Clementine nodded at him, carefully adjusting AJ as she walked past. Wincing as the light hit her, Clementine wandered around, absently bouncing AJ as she walked. She thought she heard Max arguing about something with someone, she thought she heard something about raiders or raiding. David had mentioned finding people who survived the attack on Wellington, and that there were people who mentioned three other cities that survived the outbreak, so maybe it had something to do with that.

Deciding that it wasn’t her problem, Clementine walked into the hospital, wincing slightly when she felt a stab of pain in her abdomen. Exhaling, Clementine continued on her way until she reached Lingard’s office. Pushing the door open, she saw Lingard going over some things with Eleanor.

“Clementine.” Lingard noticed her presence, “Do you need something?”

“Yeah,” Clementine awkwardly shifted, “AJ’s gotten… clingy, since Prescott. I was wondering if you had anything that could help him.”

Lingard frowned, before walking over to Clementine and AJ. After some coaxing, and gentle reassurances from Clementine, AJ was sitting on one of the beds.

“Eleanor said he was being toilet trained when the herd hit,” Said Lingard, “and that he was embarrassed about having an accident.”

Clementine nodded, “He’s had them before, but he’s never reacted like this.”

“But none of them were when a herd overran us.” Said Eleanor, as AJ started whining, “I know I’d behave differently if I was halfway through something, and Walkers attacked.”

Clementine frowned, as AJ started hiccupping. AJ’s hiccups turned into small sobs, before turning into loud wails. Stepping forwards, Clementine quickly scooped AJ up, checking the diaper and finding it was dry. Slowly, AJ started to calm down, as Lingard frowned at them.

“In some high stress situations,” Said Lingard, “people will regress to a younger mental as a form of defence. Especially if they were in a vulnerable position. It should pass in time, just try to continue the routine you’d started and, hopefully, he’ll get back to normal soon.”

Clementine nodded, as AJ started chewing her shirt’s collar.

C

Clementine didn’t know what was going on outside the apartment block she’d be placed in, since someone had started yelling about something, but she was trying to coax AJ into walking towards her. AJ had started crawling around and babbling in baby talk, which wasn’t ideal. Especially when he hurt himself and Clementine had to awkwardly check him over, while he bawled and wailed.

“Maybe he needs some motivation.” Said Gabe, getting a flat look from Clementine.

“With what?” Clementine looked at Gabe expectantly, “There isn’t anything here he’d want.”

AJ squealed and rolled onto his back. Sighing, Clementine gave up trying to get AJ to walk. Picking the toddler up, Clementine set him on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. AJ stared after her, before he started to whine, feigning hiccups, getting a flat look from Clementine, “That’s not going to work AJ.”

The toddler stopped and huffed, giving her a scowl and crossing his arms.

“Y’know,” Gabe leaned against the counter, as Mariana, Kata and Javi arrived, “maybe we could find something he likes and use that.”

“Like what?” Asked Clementine, grabbing a bottle of water, “We’ve got flip booming all.”

Everyone stared at Clementine.

“I’m not swearing in front of him.” Stated Clementine, before going through a draw, “At least, I’m not until he’s grown up a bit.”

“I’m hungry.”

Clementine paused, before looking at AJ, “What?”

“I’m hungry.” Repeated AJ, just as his stomach released a loud gurgle.

Sighing, Clementine started checking the cupboards for some food.

C

A few days later, Clementine was looking through a draw when Joan walked in.

“Clementine.” Said Joan, making Clementine look up, “What are you doing here?”

“Lingard’s asleep.” Said Clementine, “Or high, or both and I’ve started bleeding.”

“Where?” Questioned Joan, as Clementine shifted uncomfortably.

“Er,” Clementine coughed, “down… there…”

Joan frowned, before pointing at a draw, “In there.”

Clementine nodded, “Thanks.” Opening the draw and taking some of the pads.

“How’s your boy?” Asked Joan, making Clementine look up, “I heard he had a bad experience with the Walkers.”

“He’s moving past it.” Answered Clementine, “He’s back to normal, for the most part. He’s still getting nightmares about Prescott.” Clementine paused, “He… he said some of the Walkers spoke.”

“Maybe he imagined it.” Said Joan, crossing her arms.

Clementine was quiet, “In my time wandering around, I heard, and saw, Walkers that could climb and use tools. Almost like they evolved or something.”

“Well,” Said Joan, after a moment, “everyone’s safe in Richmond.”

Clementine gave Joan a nod, before leaving. Joan watched after her, she hadn’t ordered Max’s men to lead that herd into Prescott, they’d managed to salvage the supplies and weapons from the community, but they had to take the surviving members in, as not make people suspicious. Some, like Eleanor and Clementine, were assets. Eleanor with her medical experience and Clementine with her experience with Walkers.

She’d initially wanted to fit one of them up for killing Badger, but the man had started to become a liability. Given how he’d gone about killing everyone he came across, he’d almost brought the Saviors down on them, fortunately, Max had managed to stop him. Shaking her head, Joan glanced at Paul and left the room.

C

Clementine frowned from the roof of the apartment block, someone had blown a hole in the wall, letting a massive herd of Walkers into the city. David and Ava had managed to stem the casualties by getting the place locked down.

“Any thoughts, Clem?” Asked Ava, as Clementine looked amongst the dead.

“This is going to screw up all the progress AJ’s made.” Remarked Clementine, “Is Javi’s friend still herding the Walkers?”

“Yeah,” Ava nodded, “Eleanor’s managed to contact Lingard in the hospital.”

“He’s sober?” Snarked Clementine, wincing at the glare Ava gave her, “Sorry.”

“Clint’s safe too,” Continued Ava, “Joan’s missing, though.”

Clementine hummed, “I take it there’s been no word from David.”

“He left with Tripp and Javi, they’re bringing the truck and some stuff to block the hole.” Said Ava, “You did good down there, covering people so they could get inside.”

“I’m just glad I got to pick off some of the Whisperers.” Said Clementine, “You know, for how they all preach about keeping quiet and becoming ‘one with the herd’, they screamed really loudly.”

Ava let out a snort, as a truck and a bulldozer carrying a large vehicle drove towards the hole in the wall. Ava and Clementine started picking off the Walkers in the bulldozer’s way, with Javi and David doing the same from where they were standing on the bulldozer. From their position, they couldn’t see a Walker grab David’s leg, but they did see him fall off the bulldozer.

After plugging up the hole and helping Jesus herd the Walkers out of Richmond, the church’s bell tolled twice, signalling that the threat had passed. Clementine and some others spent the next few hours cleaning up the dead, they found Joan with her throat ripped out, as well as some others. Clementine had to put down a little girl that had been bitten, she recognised her as Rufus and Fern’s daughter, she wasn’t looking forward to breaking the news to the girl’s parents but knew she had to. Ava found David, barely alive with his guts scattered around him. It occurred to Clementine that she never thanked him for telling her where AJ was.

In the following days, Clementine found herself working closely with the council, with Ava filling David’s role and Francine and Conrad filling Joan’s. Clementine, Javi and Tripp were given some leading roles, Javi was in charge of recreational tasks, particularly sports, Tripp was in charge of expansion and repair efforts, while Clementine was tasked with teaching the younger, and some of the older, members of the community how to deal with Walkers. Clementine managed to find some thick clothing, so the supply runners would have some more protection against Walkers while outside Richmond.

In the next couple of years, they’d managed to set up supply/trade routes with Wellington, Portland, Omaha and Philadelphia, as well as set up some satellite communities, reestablishing Prescott in the process. They’d gotten into a ‘war’ with a group called Delta, with Clementine taking a group to West Virginia and stumbling across a group of survivors holed up in their boarding school, losing a leg in the process. They’d managed to end the war, with Clementine discovering that Richmond had fired the first shot. She went back to Richmond, taking a couple of the boarding school survivors with her, and relayed that news to the council. They’d investigated it, leading to Max and some of his guys, revealing that Joan had ordered raids on other communities for their supplies.

After coming to an uneasy peace, with the Coalition of The Kingdom, Alexandria, Hilltop and Oceanside acting as a neutral third party, Delta settled itself in West Virginia and adopted the boarding school as a satellite community. They’d set up supply lines and, were working on setting up phone lines.

Sighing, Clementine glanced over ay AJ, the toddler scribbling on a piece of paper with a crayon. He hadn’t had any of the turns he did when he was younger, which Clementine was happy about, although he’d taken what he’d learnt in the Walker lessons and applied it to people.

“Penny?” Asked Javi, dropping into a seat at the table Clementine was working on.

“Just going over the past few years.” Said Clementine, after a moment before looking at Javi, “Has something happened?”

“No,” Javi shook his head, “just thought I’d drop in.”

Clementine let out an amused huff, “Well, Dan suggested I make a lesson plan for the next few Walker classes, said I shouldn’t be ‘winging it’ to them.”

“He said the same thing to me, too.” Said Javi, glancing at AJ, “Gabe’s going to be out of the hospital in a couple of days.”

“That’s good,” Said Clementine, looking through the notes she’d written, “I get the feeling AJ’s bored without him.”

“Am not!” Protested the toddler, looking up from his scribbles.

“Oh, really?” Clementine raised an eyebrow at AJ.

AJ paused, “Well, maybe a little bit.”

Clementine let out a short laugh, before getting up and limping over to AJ. Javi looked at Clementine’s prosthetic, before sighing. Getting up, bid goodbye to Clementine and AJ and left the apartment, he had his own lessons to plan.

Next Story: What if Howes fell before Carver returned from the ski lodge?

[kilibaggins]

Physical Affection Prompts

hi all! I just thought I'd make my own list of various physical affection prompts and since no idea is ever original some of these are 100% on other peoples lists but im not using other lists as reference or copying anyone. this list is for my own use and other peoples use and there's no need to credit me (though it's always nice).

reblog to have your followers send you these as prompts !! or just use them for your own writing.

all of these are meant as sfw prompts but some may seem a bit more intimate.

tracing someones face

tucking hair behind their ear

forehead kisses

desperate hugs

crying into their neck/shoulder

reversed little spoon & big spoon (the one who is normally the big spoon is the little spoon and vice versa)

holding their hand under a table

kissing their hand

kissing their collarbone

sitting with legs in their lap

morning cuddles where they're both mostly asleep and they don't want to wake up yet but they want to cuddle

petting their hair

head pats

sitting on the floor in front of them while they sit on the couch and their arms touch their legs.

holding both of their hands

hugs from behind

gently touching their waist to move past them (dont do this to someone you're not dating! dont believe I have to say this.)

grabbing their wrist or hand and turning them around

playing with their hands when nervous

slow dancing

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

-

Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

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