Ghost-bodyguard

“No love, no party tonight please… stop asking” *ghost, your new body guard was growing frustrated, he wanted nothing more than to go to that party with you, but there were rules, and the rules stated neither of you could go until the area was secured*

sebastian stan

“hey you” he smiles and shuffles over making space for you on the couch where the some of the other mcu cast members were sitting, once you sit, he places an arm around you

Frank Iero

Frank leaned against the side of the tour van, a sharpie cap between his teeth as he scribbled something on the back of his hand. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the parking lot. The rest of the band was inside grabbing food, but he’d stayed behind, claiming he needed a “moment of peace.” In reality, he just didn’t feel like standing in line. He looked up when he heard the crunch of gravel underfoot and spotted her walking toward him, balancing two takeout bags and a soda cup tucked under her arm. She had her usual mischievous grin, and Frank already knew she had something planned. “Don’t even start,” he said, pointing the sharpie at her as she got closer. “Start what?” she asked innocently, handing him one of the bags. Frank narrowed his eyes, shoving the sharpie into his pocket. “Whatever scheme you’re cooking up. I can see it on your face.” She shrugged, taking a sip from the soda. “Maybe I just wanted to bring you food. Ever think of that?” Frank snorted, peeling open the bag and pulling out a handful of fries. “Yeah, right. You’ve always got an angle. So, what is it this time? You need a favor? Need me to distract Gerard while you steal his lyrics again?” Her laugh echoed in the quiet parking lot, and Frank felt himself grin despite the mock suspicion in his tone. He leaned back against the van, popping a fry into his mouth. “Alright, spill it. I’m listening.” When she stayed quiet, just leaning beside him and munching on her fries, Frank cocked an eyebrow. “Nothing? You’re just being nice?” She nodded, and Frank squinted at her, pointing a fry in her direction. “I don’t buy it. But fine, I’ll let it slide—for now.” He smirked, bumping his shoulder against hers. “Just know I’m onto you, okay? No one’s that nice without a reason.”