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[jpat82]

Hey guys!!

Long time no see! I’m attempting to get back into writing but I desperately need all ya’lls help. I’m casting a very wide net with this cause it’s just not fan fiction writing I need help with but just writing in general.

Writing for me was a therapeutic thing, it helped me work so many aspects of my own life and I need to get back to where I was. To be clear I’m not taking requests right now. What I looking for is what readers (ei, all of you amazing humans) like and don’t like.

What tropes do you fall in love with every time. What ones do you absolutely hate. What makes you fall in love in a paragraph and go I need to read this, what makes you meh, pass. What are things you like and hate about characters. That kinda thing.

#fan fiction #writing #reading #help #fanficion #fiction writing

[jpat82]

Soooo, I know I haven’t post in.. like years. I have had a lot going in my life between job changes, depression, issues with my daughter, loosing my ducks (Including my dear Wade, who was named after my stories), getting a dog. Not necessarily in that order but a lot.

But the one amazing thing is I actually self published one of my stories. It’s always been a life goal of mine and I did it! It’s been out for a year but I thought I would tell everyone how proud I am. And a lot of that has to do with my confidence I got from having so many read my fics, knowing that there were people out there that actually enjoyed what I had written.

Special credit goes out to my sister @devilbat having to me listen about my writing and giving me feed back. And also @kitkatkl for pushing me and reading my other works, thanks bestie. They’ve been my biggest two people to encourage me and I couldn’t thank them enough.

So lots of love to everyone (because we do need more love in the world), and hopefully I’ll get my ass back to writing.

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I was wrong it will be Monday. Everyone cross your fingers I don’t lose any birds. In my fb poultry group people have been loosing them in the heat. We’ve already broken the record.

Sunday is going to suck!

We are 20 degrees above average for this time of year btw. And as you can see the hottest temp on record was 107 in 65. Fml.

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Sunday is going to suck!

We are 20 degrees above average for this time of year btw. And as you can see the hottest temp on record was 107 in 65. Fml.

[jpat82]

Truth. Getting annoyed.

job site: hey apply here!

me: ok *clicks link*

new job site: Hey I see you wanted to apply for this job, why not make a new account, again, on this site, like you've done with every other job website you go to. also you know how you have your resume with all your work experience? go ahead and put that back in manually. Also here's a 135 question quiz about your personality. in fact why don't you write an essay about how much you fucking love this company before we've paid you even a penny.

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I had been writing, I’ve been working on what will hopefully be a novel someday (hopefully it doesn’t take me a decade to finally decide to publish like the other one). For other writers out there who feel down about themselves because they don’t use storyboards or story time lines neither do I.

I never have a full idea when I start writing, just a singular idea, picture or quote and it goes from there. Hell I don’t know what is going to happen so I never have a clear idea of what an ending looks like when I start. The characters take shape and guide me, I’m just recording their activities it seems. However unlike writing fan-fiction I don’t post each chapter. That way by the time I come to the end I can go back to the beginning and fix nuances in the story.

And unlike everything I’ve ever written I’m going back in the past, and actually writing about actual places. So… I have a lot of research to do. Yes, somethings will change, my character names will change. The important thing is to get it out first.

In the last week I have written close to ten thousand words, and that sounds like a lot but I’m aiming for a lot more.

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Ugh

I don’t know if any of you remember my posts last year about the crazy fires we had but this is showing me that unless something changes we will have another bad fire season.

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Bump In The Night

@skylerthefallenangel requested 15, 20, and 26 with vampire Clint. It could be read as a stand alone or as the follow up to The Woods

15.) running doesn't matter, I'll hunt you down if I have to

20.) the light in yours eyes, makes them beautiful

26.) all that blood looks good on you, brings out your eyes.

“Running doesn’t matter, I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”

Those words haunted you as you slipped out of the room on weakened legs. All of you felt like jello, and you were exhausted, but you didn’t know what would come of you if you stayed here, in this house, at the center of the woods.

Your eyes glanced over to the sleeping.. man? Was he really a man though? Those fangs, the way they pierced your neck, the roughness of how he slammed you in the wall. He wasn’t a man, he was something more, something darker. You kept your eyes locked on him, he was sprawled out on the couch, his arm cast over the back while the other laid on his chest.

His sandy hair was a mess, and there was a bit of died blood still on the corner of his mouth. His breathing was deep and even. You bit your lip as you slowly made your way through the living room, quietly your feet moving across the floor as you did. If you could just escape, find away out of the forest and get home, get help. First was getting out of this house.

You made it out of the living room, moving as fast as your feet would take you to the front door. Quickly you opened it, casting a quick glance over your shoulder before rushing out into the nights cool air. The grass beneath your feet was cold and damp, but you ignored the awkward feel of the bare earth against the bottoms of your feet.

You rushed out into the woods, twigs snapping under your steps as you did. You hit the first tree and leaned up against it taking a deep and heavy breath. You blinked, knowing you had along way to go before you were safe, but you were safer out here then in there. You took another breath and pushed off the tree heading deeper into the forest.

You kept an even pace, one that wasn’t too fast so not to tire yourself out and one not to slow so hopefully you made it out as morning broke. The night was silent, the usual sounds of the night were missing, sending a shiver up your spine. You tried to remember which direction when you had run from him earlier but you had been turned around so many times you weren’t sure. So you stuck going to one direction.

“So, you are actually going to try and run?” The voice echoed through the trees as you pressed on forward resisting the urge to bolt like you did before.

You ignored the voice as you watched the careful placement of your feet while attempting to walk down the slope. You hoped to high hell it was the stream, you had one that ran by your own house and with any luck it would lead you there.

“Ah, you’re ignoring me.” He spoke, this time coming from somewhere on your left. “I feel hurt by that, y/n.”

Your stepped faltered as you came to a sudden stop.

“Bet you want to know how I know your name.” He asked, his voice coming from your right. You breathed in deeply through you nose, and exhaled out your mouth as fear threaten to take hold.

“The light in your eyes, makes them beautiful.” The voice was behind you and close. A shiver tore through your body as you realized he was getting closer and closer every time he spoke. You stepped forward, deciding to keep moving. “Don’t step there.”

Without warning the soil gave out from under you and suddenly you felt weightless before you hit the ground. Pain burst up through your ribs and your body rolled, kicking up leaves and wood debris from the forest floor. The smell of earth surrounded you, and pain hit your shoulders, your shins, your forehead as you tumbled down the embankment head smacking a tree as you came to a stop.

The world around you spun on a dime, making you nauseous as you stared up. You could make out a few star through canopy as the man’s head slowly stepped into view.

“All the blood looks good on you, brings out your eyes.” He stated the corner of his pulling up. He reached his hand down grasping you by the wrist and pulling you to your feet.

“Please don’t.” You breathed as pain ebbed through you, he wrapped an arm your midsection holding you to him.

“Don’t do what?” He asked, his eyes widening a bit.

“Don’t bite me again.” You whispered closing your eyes as you legs started to give out.

“No, I’m not going to do that, you wouldn’t make it.” He stated calmly sweeping his other arm under your legs and lifting you bridal style.

“Then what are you doing?” You asked.

“Making sure you get back home?” He responded gently walking back the way you had come from. “I’m Clint by the way.”

“My home?” You asked him, terrified that he was lying.

“Yes, your home.” He quipped back. “I was trying to do that when you ran and well, it’s like a pretty running from a predator.”

“Why?” You asked him, your head spinning as he carried you through the forest.

“Well, my friend said that you went through the woods, if you don’t know them you’ll get lost at night.” He explained, ducking slightly under a branch. “Plus, you know there are things that go bump in the night.”

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Guessing one of the old lady’s went after him. Love sister dear.

Ridiculous

Warning: none really maybe swearing.. 

@jpat82 requested a Bucky one shot with these prompts trying to help me get into writing again. We will see.

Oh lord, he was cute, he was dimmer than a broken light bulb, but he was cute.

Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then get out.

Do not worry about me. Worry about your makeup smearing.

     "Do not worry about me, doll. Worry about your makeup smearing." Bucky sighed heavily, fixing his tie. As he peered over at you through the floor-length mirror, watching you fidget with the mascara. "Or better yet, don't poke your eye out, kid." He turned full.

         "Well, obviously, I'm not as good as you with eyeliner." You grumbled as you throw the pen-like brush down with a little bit of force. "You know I'm going to kill Stark for this. Why can't you be in the dress."

         "As fun as you think that sounds, it's not going to look as good on me as it does you, doll." Bucky smirked as he handed you a pair of heels that you had planned on not wearing.

"Umm, I don't want those." You huffed, turning your head like you were a spoiled child refusing to do something. Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Put the damn heels on before I do it for you. You will not like it if I do it for you." Bucky blue eyes stared you down, practically challenging you. "Look at it this way; they will make an excellent weapon." He gestured, still giving you that winter soldier stares down.

"Ugh, Fine! Why do you have to make this more difficult than it needs to be." You whine in annoyance, yanking the stilettos out of his grasp. Grumbling while you slipped them on with ease.

       "I'm not the one bitching and complaining about what I'm wearing." Bucky raised an eyebrow at you crossing his arms.

"Easy for you to stay. You're wearing a suit. Besides, I'm not bitching or complaining. I'm just voicing my displeasure." You stated as you attempt to stand in the six-inch heels.

"Same thing." Bucky made his way towards the door. "Do I need to show you how to walk in those? Or will you be able to do it yourself?" Bucky watched you look like a newborn baby gazelle trying to walk toward him as gracefully as you could manage.

You had grabbed hold of the wall, trying to steady yourself. You were always more of cargo pants and a tank top kind of girl. Not formal gowns and heels. Your makeup was a far cry from professional at best.

"Bucky, just a reminder, I do still have a gun on me, and I will shoot you. Don't think I won't." You growled, glaring at the man in front of you with that damn snarky smirk of his.

"You know you keep threatening me, but you never make good on your threats, doll." Bucky walked over to you, his gloved hands grabbing ahold of your shoulder. "Now, let's get a move on. We don't want to miss the party." He shoved you forward, causing you to fall forward, almost face-planting on the floor.

         ——

                 You picked up the conversation well with the governor's wife and her babbling gaggle of wealthy women. She had accepted you well. Thinking that you were some Romanian royalty. You needed to get the intel. Boy, the scandal these women had could make hydra blush.

         "Oh, please tell us more about that hunky man you have as arm candy." The old ladies practically swooned over your supposable bodyguard as he stood within range of you. Talking with the governor and a few senators.

         "Oh lord, he was cute, he’s dimmer than a broken light bulb, but he was cute." You smiled as you glanced over your shoulder at the man that looked far at ease with everything going on.

          "You make it sound like he's past tense, trouble with your bodyguard?" One of the girls piped in.

         "A bit. I'm just looking for something younger, more flexible model if you know what I mean." You winked at the giggling old bats.

         "Well, Hun, if you need me to take him off your hands for the night. I wouldn't mind a few rounds with him. He looks like he has a few tricks up his sleeve." The governor's wife purred, looking over at your shoulder at the backside of Bucky. ‘Oh, does he have a few tricks up his one sleeve, that is.’ you thought.

           This was your chance to get more intel. Sure, you were throwing Bucky to the wolves, but hey, you need to get dirt on the governor himself. And maybe just a little payback on James for making you wear this ridiculous dress.

          "By all means, be my guest. I'm sure he has enough stamina for all of you." Oh yeah, you were a dead woman walking. You knew Bucky could hear you, and you could practically feel the dagger he was glaring at you with.

           The night wore on, and you grew tired, ready to be done with the night. And this damn heels off. Bucky had vanished like planned, and you had sweet-talked a few of the senators, getting a few details that you needed—finding your chance to excuse yourself for the night, you heady back to your room.

———

         Makeup finally had been removed as evidence lay scattered on the sink counter. The heels were tossed somewhere when you entered your room. Your dress laid a crumpled heap on the floor. The pin that held your hair up was being a bit more challenging than it needed to be. 

         You hoped that Bucky would have more luck than you did. Hell, maybe even get laid by someone more his age. You weren't even sure how long it’s been for the old man. God knows he tries so hard to ask you out. But he always fell short. Maybe one day he'll get the words out entirely, and that old confident cock 1940's Bucky would come back the one Steve told you so much about.

You were about to get into your pajamas when the door to your room burst open. Then slammed shut, making you jump, grabbing your gun in the process, your nightshirt was now forgotten. You glared at your intruder gun aimed low. Bucky panted as he leaned against the door.

"Doll, we have a situation." He breathed out. Looking you up and down, his head cocked to the side.

        "Would shooting you solve this problem?" Bucky raised an eyebrow in confusion. "No?" You lowered your gun, setting it back down on the nightstand. "Then get out." You yelled, snatching your shirt off the floor.

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Count Me In

Slowly you laid your head against the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Allowing the rest of your body to follow suit, it had seemed like years since you had truly felt yourself. There was always something pulling at you, keeping you from just being. However you did what you always did. Put on a smile and worked your way through whatever was going on in your life, jumping in with both feet and giving a piece of yourself every time. And now, now you were just were so burnt out you didn’t know how to give anything anymore. You felt empty inside.

You just laid there staring at the white bathroom wall, noticing each texture in the paint as you just allowed yourself to exist. You felt drained, you didn’t even have the energy in you to cry or to fight, you were well past that stage. You didn’t want to do anything, and there was no one for you to turn anymore. You had friends but they had there own problems and their own life’s.

There was a knock at the door but you didn’t move, whoever was could go away. Another knock and your eyes flicked to the bathroom door hoping they would just leave and let you wallow on the floor. At first you thought you imagined the click of the lock but then pushed it to the side. A few people had a key to your apartment but they were always busy, so it was highly unlikely it was them. You closed your eyes as a tear slowly fell to the floor.

“Y/n?” Steve soft voice brought you back the reality of the situation, you heard him push the bathroom door open just a small bit and the rustle of him moving.

You felt the warmth of his palm again the bare skin of your arm, his fingers trying to slide under your bi-cep as he attempted to pull you up from the floor. The scent of his aftershave slowly drifting you, wrapping in a bit of comfort as you allowed the man to pull you into his arms, partially in his lap. Steve’s arms crossed over you and pulled you to his chest, your body molding to his as you closed your eyes as another tear fell. Gently he ran his fingers through your hair as he sighed holding you tight to him.

“What’s going on?” He asked softly, so softly.

“Nothing.” Your voice above a whisper as another tear followed the last.

“Don’t lie me.” He responded, shifting a bit as he brought his arm back and under your legs. “Something has been off for a while, that’s why I came by. I could hear it in your voice.”

“I’m fine.” You whispered, trying more to fool yourself then him.

“Y/n, it’s okay if your not.” He told you softly as you felt your body being lifted from the floor, being pulled close and cradled against the man.

“But.. if I’m not..” Another tear fell as you tried fight with yourself.

“Then I’ll be here for you.” Steve responded walking you over to your bed.

Gently he laid you down, and pulled the covers over your body. He walked around the other side and kicked his shoes off before climbing in the bed behind you. Steve leaned over, grasped ahold you and pulled you to him, your head finding his chest. You breathed, and allowed yourself to feel small and weak with him, something nobody got to see before.

“So, what can I do to help?” He asked you quietly, running his hand through your hair again.

You shrugged your response but just stared at the bedroom wall like you had the bathroom. Listening to the steady beat of his heart in chest, you wrapped your arm his waist and pulled yourself closer to him. You just needed him to be here, to be present, to see this side of you, the one no one ever got to see.

“If you want we can just stay like this for a while and then I can stay here or you can come back with me.” He spoke, his voice sounding deep in his chest as he spoke. “I’m not leaving you, if all you need is someone to just exist with then I’m here. If you need someone to talk at, I’m here for that too. If you someone to have a conversation with, count me in. You don’t have to do it all on your own.”

You nodded against him, tightening your hold a bit more as your tears fell from your eyes. His hand gently caressing the back of your head while the two of you just stayed there.

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The Encounter : pt 4

  For a long while the two of you just sat there, the man had looked away at one point staring at your hand in his. You bit your lip as the silence went on longer, not knowing what to say to him. You wanted to know more, you wanted to know why he had attacked that man but you didn’t want that other side of him to come out again.

“It’s late.” He said, breaking the silence. “You should sleep.”

“What about you?” You asked him, watching as he stood.

“Don’t worry about me.” He replied, there was an edge to his words when he spoke.

You watched as he crossed the room, gently pulling some of the wood away from the window and peering out. The moonlight caught on his arm, reflecting the little bit of light and you could see his toned chest. Every ounce of that man was muscle, you were sure of it and every ounce had been trained to kill there was no doubt on that.

You shifted on the straw and laid down, keeping your eyes on him as he stared out the window, making you wonder what he was looking for. Your body started to ache as you relaxed your muscles, the last couple of however long it had been had started to catch up with. You worried that sometime in the night he would leave but you also worried sometime in the night he might kill you in your sleep and leave your body for no one to find.

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You were awoken with a jolt, you blinked your eyes in the room almost forgetting for half moment what had all transpired. The room was still dimly lit from the lantern on the other side of large figure laying next to you. He twitched again in his sleep, a soft deep whimpering cry came from him. Gently you sat up slightly, pain spearing you in the ribs as you did, reminding you of the abuse you had taken recently. Gently you placed your hand on his arm, he reacted instantly.

Suddenly you found yourself fully under him, cold metal wrapped tightly around your throat. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared up in those vacant blue eyes. The muscle above his lip spasmed, as he glared down at you holding you in place. The weight of his body making you immobile, and the fear of his metal hand gripping you neck.

“gotov podchinit'sya.” He stated, eyes locked onto you.

You took a deep breath in through your nose as you felt your body tremble beneath him. You didn’t dare move as you looked up at him, a thousand thoughts raced through your head.

“Please, don’t.” You cried, you voice barely audible. His eyebrow twitched at your words but he didn’t relent.

“gotov podchinit'sya.” He repeated, his voice a little harsher then before.

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” You cried a bit louder turning you head away from that penetrating stare, you could feel the burn of the tears behind your eyes.

You could hear him take a deep inhale, not moving, but you could feel the anger starting to radiate off him. You tried to pull your arm out from between you but you couldn’t, you would of been better off moving a mountain then him. Taking your own deep breath as a tear fell you tried to think, something in him had snapped.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, your voice quivering like the rest of you had.

“Gotov podchinit'sya.” He stated slowly in your ear, his words dark and his voice deep sending a chill down your spine. His grip slowly tightened and fear shot through you.

“Let go of my throat, your hurting me.” You begged, closing your eyes.

To your surprise, you felt the hand move. Slowly you opened you eyes to see the metal hand fisted next to your face. You blinked a few times before daring yourself to look up at him out of the corner of you eye. His gaze was intense, as he stared down at your face, slowly his eyes tracked across your features and you weren’t sure if he was here or if he was locked in his mind.

You remember long ago your grandma telling you when your grandpa came back from war that she would wake to find him sweating and crying in bed. The moment she tried to wake him he would he wake think he was there, and would fight her trying to free himself. Unfortunately you had forgotten that till this moment, whatever and wherever this man had been he had been through a lot. You tried to remember what your grandma had told she did to try and get herself free but it all eluded you.

“Where are you, soldier?” You asked, slowly turning your head back to face him head on, noses almost touching. Hoping to hell you were right on this hunch of yours of what he was or had been.

“I’m in the room.” He replied, his word sounded hollow, sending a shiver through you, despite the heat rolling off his body.

“What room?” You asked him.

“The one while I wait for the target.” He replied.

“What are you to do with the target when you’ve found him?” You breathed out a raggedy breath closing you eyes slowly, waiting for him to hurt you again.

“Kill him.” He replied with no emotion.

“Why?” You asked, your eyes shot up and locked onto his.

Suddenly, like before when you made him question himself, it was like something snapped. You could see it in his eyes, his brows furrowed together briefly and blinked a couple times. His eyes narrowed as he looked down and to the side, and his breathing changed, his features began to change you could see the person behind whatever had just happened to him. Suddenly his eyes drifted back to yours.

“They sent me to.” He replied, his voice softer then it had been. There was no edge, it wasn’t vacant, just confusion.

“You don’t need to.” You told him, wondering if he even noticed his body was pinning yours at the moment.

“I.. I.” He stammered, pulling his head back away from yours and looking down before pushing himself up and rolling off of you.

His body flopped down on the straw next to you, make if a loud thud as he brought his good hand up to his face. He breathed out heavily as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, catching you off guard, something he had yet to ask.

“What was the dream about?” You asked him, pushing yourself up onto your elbow to look at him better.

“It was a jumble mix of stuff.” His breath was shaky as he spoke. “Falling, my arm missing. Some guys face with glasses saying Sargent Barnes, fire in my veins.”

He closed his eyes as he spoke of the pain, and your heart pulled for him. Gently you placed your hand on his chest, feeling the warmth coming from him. He dropped his hand to yours and looked over to you for a brief moment before looking back up at the ceiling.

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Avoidance

So my bestie @kitkatkl requested a one shot with the phrase “that girl can go from the nicest person ever to the scariest in a second.” And I was in a tony stark mood so here we go.

You smiled, and when you did your nose scrunched up as you talked to Wanda across the room. Tony couldn’t hear you, he was to far away from the conversation for that but whatever you said left the other woman in a fit of giggles. He watched as you scooped up the junk food on the table in front of you, Wanda snagging the popcorn and sodas.

“You got the popcorn?” You had turned your head just slightly talking the auburn haired woman.

“Do I have the popcorn?” She chuckled following you as you both left the kitchen.

You had been at the compound for a few months, and had settled in quite nicely. You had quickly befriend the sokovain and every Friday, if no missions were to be had, the two of you would go back to one of your rooms and have a movie night. Every other week one of you picked the movie. With Wanda it was almost always sit-com, you always chose something at random, generally shying away from anything with bombs.

If you weren’t with her, then it was Sam, always learning new things from new people. You never seemed to have a bad day, always had a smile on your face. You talked to everyone with ease, except him, and that drove Tony crazy.

He had seen you on missions, you were always in control of whatever you were doing and didn’t seem to let anything get to you. And on the few times they did, you were a force to be reckoned with. Rhodes walked up to next where Tony was leaning, watching as you walked down the hall with Wanda.

“You’re doing the staring thing again.” Rhodes told his friend.

“Just trying to figure her out.” Tony replied quickly, his arms across his chest.

“You’ve had six months to figure her out.” His friend replied rolling his eyes. “What’s the hang up?”

“Huh? Nothing.” Tony shook his head walking away after you disappeared around the corner.

“Look I get it, she’s different. One minute that girl can be nicest person ever to the scariest in a second.” Rhodes stated as both hit elevator. “And she barely talks to you, so it’s bugging you.”

“Oh, were you talking still?” Tony asked, pressing the button, hoping he could find some quiet in his lab.

“Ha ha, Tony, but seriously, why don’t you talk to her?” Rhodes told him as Tony stepped in the cab.

Rhodes stayed behind as Tony rode down to the lab. He knew that the dark haired genius wanted to be alone, going to lab was his step away from everything. That was his get away, Tony blared the music and drifted away into his thoughts and work. It was his way of relaxing and unwinding.

It was late, everyone had gone to sleep you had wandered the building as you usually did. You couldn’t sleep, never could, at least not properly. Ever since you were a child you were plague by nightmares, so you took cat naps where you were. In a chair, on the couch, the mat during training sessions, hell even on jet while heading to a mission.

Nobody seemed to notice, you could still hear and process information while napping. It was sleep that you feared. You stepped out of the elevator and heard the steady beat, Back to Black blasting throughout the level. It was the one person you rarely talked to.

Tony Stark, he made you nervous, he seemed to actively avoid you as well. You weren’t sure why either, he would stand at a distance and watch you, you had noticed that. He would talk just about everyone but you. Now here you were allowing your feet guide to where you needed to go, as often the case with them.

He was tinkering with one of the replusors and his side was to you. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth briefly before he stuck the screwdriver into it and grabbed a different tool. A spark shot out and he almost jumped back, eyes wide as he did.

“Careful.” You stated, his head whipping over toward you.

“I meant to do that.” He quipped pulling the tool out of his mouth.

“Your singed goatee says otherwise.” You jested taking a step closer, he quickly ran his fingers through the short dark hair.

“Well, it needed trimmed anyway.” He replied crisply, setting the tools down as he turned to face you fully. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk.” You told him walking to the stool near by and sitting down. “I let them take me where I am needed, and now I’m here.”

“Needed?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he looked around the room. “What do you mean?”

“It means I’m supposed to be here, for whatever reason.” You explained the best you could. “Why do you avoid me?”

“Straight out the get go, no pussyfooting around, I like that.” He quipped turning slightly looking down at the Iron Man tech. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Really, cause your avoiding eye contact.” You chuckled, watching him as he seemed to think.

“I’m just trying to figure out what went wrong.” He replied, turning fully to the item on the metal table.

“You’re avoiding the whole conversation Tony.” You said with a slight sing song voice looking around the room at all the gadgets and tech.

“I could ask the same thing.” He words crisp as they usually were with him, he started back to dismantling the item before him.

“I guess it’s one of those things were you avoid me so I’ll avoid you. We’ll both get this notion the other person can’t stand them until one of them goes to confront the other and then they ask each other the same questions while dancing around the real reason.” You told him, looking around some more before your eyes landed on him. “Quid Pro Quo, Clarice.”

“Man, that’s lot of thought put into that.” Tony stated, putting his tools down and walking over to where you sat. “You think I can’t stand you?”

“I don’t know Stark, you tell me.” You stated, not moving from the stool as he stopped, standing directly in front of you.

“If I couldn’t stand you, you wouldn’t be in this building.” He retorted.

“You can’t stand Barnes and he sleeps two doors down from me.” You quipped back with a grin.

“Damn it, you have me there.” He breathed out. “Okay, I like you.”

“Really?” You questioned tilting your head to the side. “So we’re pretending we’re in high school and avoiding each other cause we’re attracted to each other?”

“Oh god, not high school, bad fashion and acne, enough to give me the hebijives.” He stated, making you giggled a bit. “Hang on, did you just imply you like me?”

You slipped off the stool and patted the man on his cheek giving him a soft wink before turning and leaving.

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[jpat82]

Died

@silverhart93 requested 12, 26, and 27 with Clint.

12.) why are you standing in the middle of road.

26.) all that blood looks good on you, brings out your eyes.

27.) hold on, you died? - well, it didn't stick

The rain continued to fall lazily as it had all day, each drop as cold as the last. Dark grey clouds hung over head, the wind whipping around you, the black top beneath your feet chilly and wet. You stood there looking down the road as the world slowly became darker around you. The sun was beginning to set behind the storm that drenched you to your core, but you still couldn’t find it within you to move from your spot.

Behind you the car that was approaching slowed down, the gentle thump of the music could be heard over the steady purr the engine. You heard the sound of the drivers side door open and the soft steps of someone coming up from behind you. The shiver tore through your body as you stood unmoving, the scent of aftershave wafting toward you as the man stopped next to you.

“Why are you standing in the middle of the road?” A gentle voice asked you, slowly for the first time in at least an hour you moved.

You turned your head to look at the man. His grey-blue eyes held yours, his slightly spike blonde hair dampening by the rain. He wore a black leather jacket that was bunched at the elbows exposing muscular forearms.

“He left me.” You stated, all emotion had left you long ago, and you were numb to everything.

“Okay.” He said slowly, looking down the street and back to his car. “Why don’t we get in my car, it’s safer then the middle of the street.”

Gently he took your hand and led you back to the sleek black sports car. He opened the passenger side door, helping you in and buckling. He shut the door and raced around the car, climbing back in himself. He shut the door and turned up the heat as he buckled himself in.

“I’m Clint.” He said throwing the car in drive.

“Y/n.” Your voice came out small even to yourself.

“So, who left you in the middle of the street.” He asked, his eyes flicking over to you briefly.

“My.. ex?” You replied, looking down at your hands. “I’m getting your seat wet.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not my car anyway. A buddy of mine is letting me borrow it.” He responded, glancing over the corner of his mouth pulled up.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t want his upholstery ruined.” You stated, looking over to him.

“That’s going to be the least of his concerns.” He sighed looking the rear view as the car started to speed up even more. “Soo, you may want to hold on to that handle.”

“Wh..” was all you could get out before you heard him stomping on pedals, he shifted the car suddenly and jerked the wheel.

Your hand shot up, grasping the handle above the door as you gripped onto the leather of the seat. Stealing a glance at him, his lips formed a thin line and there was a bit of humor in his eyes as the car shot around the corner. He shift again and gunned it down the street, his eyes shooting up to the rear view again. You looked over to the mirror on your door and saw three SUV’s coming around the corner.

“Who are you?” You asked, your heart leapt as he took a corner at an alarming rate.

“Clint, I told you that.” He chuckled as he hit another turn. “Oh come on, seriously you guys.”

“Okay? Then why are they chasing you, Clint?” You asked, finally looking over your shoulder.

“Well, they don’t like me.”

“That’s seems like the obvious!” You almost yelled as he swiftly spun the car, tires smoking as he did.

Suddenly you were both facing the cars that were coming at you and he slammed down the gas, tires squealing and your heart racing. You pushed yourself back into your seat as the suvs approached way faster then you would like. The three of them already turning in an attempt to block the car you were currently in. Clints feet danced across the pedals as he shifted the car and turned the wheel in rapid succession.

The car seemed to come alive, moving like a serpent effortless gliding between all three. You looked over at the man, wide eyed in shock and wonder as he moved the car with ease. A loud pop came from behind and the sound of glass breaking, the windshield crack suddenly as Clint swore under his breath.

“Alright, y/n, I need your help.” He said, taking one hand off the wheel, he reached over never taking his eyes off the road as he opened the glove compartment.

“I.. wha..” You stammered as a gun tumbled out into his hand.

“Hey, everything will be fine.” Clint told you calmly. “I just need you to hold the wheel for a bit.”

“What?!” You exclaimed looking like he had grown a third head.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but those guys are shooting as us.” He replied, his eyes finally leaving the road to look over at you.

“Well, I.. I mean.. yeah but I can’t drive like this!” You almost screeched as the windshield exploded, pain dances across your forehead as glass covered the both of you.

“Damn it!” He cursed, taking another turn sharply. “We have two options, one you take the wheel so I can shoot back or two we continue to drive around till one of us runs out of gas and you try to run.”

“And they’ll still be shooting?” You asked, a bullet ripped through your seat next your head.

“Generally that’s how things go.” He replied, you didn’t respond but leaned over and grabbed the wheel, straightening the car as you did.

Clint leaned over your body as he turned in his seat, partially covering you with his own body. The sound of the gun going off was almost deafening in the car as each shot went out. But it didn’t long before he turned back around and took the wheel. You glanced back and noticed two of the cars had collided and the third rolled uncontrollably into the side of a building before becoming engulfed in flames.

“See, easy peasy.” He stated, breathing out.

Before you knew it he pulled up to a very tall building and parked the car. Clint looked over to you, brought his hand your forehead and gently wiped your forehead before bringing his fingertips back showing you the blood that graced your forehead.

“All that blood looks good on you, brings out your eyes.” He smiled, opening the car door. “Let’s get you cleaned up though.”

You blinked a few times as you watched him leisurely walk around the car and open your door for you.

“So why did you ex leave you?” He asked helping you out of the car.

“I was in an accident, and I died.” You told him, just staring at him in disbelief.

“Hold on, you died?” He asked, stopping to look at you.

“Yeah well, it didn’t stick.”

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Lights Out

My idiot sister, I’m mean darling sister requested vampire Loki with numbers 11, 24, and 27. And she’s going to be sooo mad. @devilbat

11.) where is that idiot? - I'm right here- surprisingly I'm not talking about you this time.

24.) abort mission abort mission

27.) hold on, you died- well it didn't stick

“Where is that idiot!” You exclaimed feeling the irritation bubbling up as you looked over the brush.

“I’m right here.” Thor’s voice bellowed from behind you, slowly you looked back. Even in the darkness the night provided you could see he was picking bits of tree branch from that stupid hammer he carried.

“Surprisingly, I’m not talking about you the time.” You grumbled shaking your head, as you turned back to face the building that was surrounded by the high forest where you and your partner hid.

Commander Fury had tasked you and the new recruit to bring the criminal known as Loki in. Word on the street was people went missing in town, last seen by a smooth talking dark hair man that had just moved in to the woods. The few bodies that did turn up generally had puncture marks on their necks and others didn’t have a drop of blood left in them. These facts left many confused, he has to be something other worldly, if not something from myths and legends.

“Do you think he’s home?” Thor asked, his deep voice carrying as it usually did.

“I don’t know,” You hissed turning back to face him. “But if you don’t shut up, he will know we’re here.”

“Why is that, Lady..” You struck out, hitting the man in the bridge of his nose.

“I have told you five times not call me lady, and the last time I threatened you. I don’t falsely threaten people.” You growled at him again as the man held his face. “And for the third time you don’t know how to whisper, your voice carries.”

The woods fell silent, as you focused again on the building. It was elegant, smooth walls that reflected the stars up high, almost metallic in a way. Long high windows adorned across the top with stained glass. It was out of place, not just because it sat deep in the woods but also because houses didn’t look like that.

You watched a few moments longer, the lights were on inside and you hadn’t seen so much as a shadow pass inside. You licked your bottom lip contemplating whether to step out into the clearing that surrounded it. Taking a deep breath, you tapped each one of your weapons, doubling checking again that they were all secured.

“Alright Thor, so here’s the plan.” You whispered turning back to face the blonde haired oaf. “I’m going in, I want you to stand here and keep your eye out. Anything looks a miss then I need to come in and back me.”

“La.. y/n, are you sure?” He whispered this time, looking over your shoulder to the building. “What if there is more then one person?”

“I’m sure.” You replied before turning back to the building.

You pulled a gun from your thigh and slowly stepped out into the clearing. A gentle breeze greeted up as you crept across the greenery, eyes constantly scanning. It was quiet, in a way you had never heard before. There were bugs, no frogs, no owls. There was just nothing. It was erie, just a small sliver of moon to guide your path and a soft cool breeze.

You approached the door, slowing your steps as you did, focusing everything now on what lay ahead of you. You turned your back to the wall and listened, the thudding of your own heart beat could be heard in your ears as you waited. You held your gun in your dominant hand as you reached out and tentatively gasped the door handle.

Turning the knob you flung the door open, staying to the side and letting the light spill out over the front step. You waited a beat before peering in, the entry was void. There was a door to the left and a opening to the right. Cautiously you stepped out and into the door way, you stepped again quickly and spun checking the corner of the room.

Pristine white marble floors reflected by the crystal chandelier above you. The walls were almost white with thin gold streaks running down them. The door was deep cherry wood, intricate designs covered every part and it was missing a handle. You kept your knees bent as you moved swiftly toward the opening.

You peered in, lush carpet, a deep forest color stained with streaks rust. The walls were golden almost, bits of red splattered here and there. As you approached, you jaw slowly fell. A bloody hand print graced the wall, smeared toward another open door way. Your heart began to race as you found yourself crossing the thresh-hold.

Two bodies laid tossed on the floor, skin paler then it should. You didn’t bother to check for life, nor did you check to see if the door in the first room was locked. A creeping sensation crawled up your spine as you stared at the body closest to you. You had seen death before but to see the carpet saturated in blood chilled you to the core.

“Hello, toy.” A smooth voice greeted you from behind. You spun on your heel as he ripped the gun from your hand. Your eyes wide, fixed on the tall raven haired man. His eyes transfixed on you with coy smirk.

“Shi...” You reached down for your next weapon to find your holster empty. Stepped back as you reached for each of your weapons to find them missing. You glanced down at his feet to see them laying broken.

“Ah, and what do we have here? Not very often my dinner comes to find me.” His voice held a trace of humor as he spoke.

“Y/n!” Thor bellowed as he rushed into the room, a wicked dagger materialized from Loki’s hand. He spun sharply, blade thrusted into Thor’s stomach.

“Abort mission, abort mission.” You stated to yourself as your feet finally started to move again.

You raced to the other opening and fled into the kitchen trying hard to put some distance between and the mad man that was no doubt surely chasing you at the moment. You didn’t give yourself the time to analyze the room but ran to the nearest drawer throwing it open. You found a butcher knife, and held tight as you raced trying to find the exit.

Some how you felt like you were running through a fun house. Every door led to another room and every room led to another. What seemed like ages before you got to the entry way again only find there was only the door to the green room with the bodies. The door to outside was missing and so was Thor’s body.

“That knife will do you no good.” Came the voice from behind you, swiftly you turned to face the raven haired man only to see two long twin fangs gleaming in the bright light.

“Lady y/n.” Thor’s voice bellowed out from behind you. You spun again to see your blonde hair recruit leaning angst the opening.

“Hold on, you died.” Your voice quivering in fear as your chest tightened.”

“Well, it didn’t stick.” Loki replied for him a smirk crossing his face.

“Brother, I hope she will do.” Thor spoke, looking over at the other man.

“She will do, so very nicely.” Loki replied, with a flick of the wrist the light went out.

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[jpat82]

can u please write 15 20 and 26 with vampire clint u did wonderful on the other one !

Absolutely I have you on the list. And thank you.

[jpat82]

can you please do 12, 26 and 27 with clint please

Yes, may take me some time cause I have to start putting in job apps. Lol. If only fan fiction paid the bills.

[jpat82]

So bestie, I'm not using a prompt so if you dont want to do it that's alright but i thought of a line thatd be good. "That girl can go from the nicest person ever to the scariest in a second" with one of the Avengers?

Hmm I’ll have to think about this one, for some reason I’m getting Stark vibes. He may not be the one to say it but still feeling stark here. (Could be I just got done watching all the iron man’s).