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ghosstsssst·2 years agoText


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: serious injury, shooting, death, swearing, smut in previous parts

Summary: Tony Stark is a very rich man and with that came a lot of enemies. After a tragic event Tony decides himself and the people most important to him, especially his daughter, are in danger. He hires personal body guards. Bucky Barnes is assigned to Y/n Stark, the most troublesome, reckless Stark that there is.

A/N: okay so shit happens in this chapter sorry xx


Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

Part 9  Part 10  Part 11


Bucky flicked through a trash magazine his eyes landing on her face immediately. He wasn’t surprised to see a whole page dedicated to her. In fact it was the third magazine he had read within the hour that had her face on the front page.

He had brought them all from the newsagent corner shop at the end of his street. He had no other way to update himself on her life apart from this, as much as he hated the media.

 Y/n Stark’s crazy lifestyle has begun again since the release of her Father, Tony Stark from hospital after fatal shooting.

 There was a picture of Y/n leaving a club half hidden behind Steve’s body. James slammed the magazine onto the coffee table with force, watching with anger as it slid across the surface, landing on the floor in a pile of pages.

 Pushing his whiskey glass aside and opting to swig from the bottle. He couldn’t help but think that it should be him leading her out of the familiar club and through the paparazzi. But instead it was Steve. A man who was genuine and loyal to the Stark’s.

James knew he had brought this on himself. Opting to work for Tony Stark after he had been badly affected by the mans creations in the past.

James had spent years coming to terms with his arm. He had been in a terrible mental state for years and he had barely recovered, he spent hours a week in therapy and it drained him. 

 He had an advantage no others who had been hurt by Stark companies had. He had experience as a bodyguard and when his manager had suggested him for the Stark companies security, it was the perfect opportunity. 

 He had learnt a lot about himself. He didn’t want revenge. He just wanted to be happy and live a happy life and he had come to terms with the loss of his arm and the metal that replaced it. He learned to love himself though the gentle touch of Y/n Stark and the reassuring words she traced into his skin and whispered into his ear at night. 

 He made no moves to help anybody get revenge on Tony Stark. He only spoke of the venue of the Stark company party, a small slip up on his behalf. But he never let Tony’s attempted murderer into the venue. That was a complete mystery to himself. 

 He never intended to get found out about having a bad past with Stark companies, as he never intended to act anything less than professionally while doing his job. 

 He couldn’t understand how Y/n had found out. He never meant to hurt her the way he did. All he wanted, all he needed and craved was to be back in her arms, holding her close to him so the lull of her heartbeat would soothe him to sleep.

 But instead he had to retreat to his cold un-welcoming bed. With thoughts of regret and traces of hurt lingering in the sheets. 

 James was surprised he had not been hunted down by Tony Stark yet. It had been over a week now. Y/n must not have said anything to Tony, or any one for that matter. And James knew that it was because she cared about him. He wished he had fought harder that day to get her to listen.

 He could imagine the thoughts running through her head, questioning whether anything he did was true, whether the reassuring words he whispered to her had meaning, or the way he always told her he understood. 

 She probably thought he used her for sex which made him feel terrible and extremely hurt as she told him she only let those she really trusted close to her. It was always true. Every word, every experience James shared with her was true. He understood her more than she understood herself. 

But he didn’t know how or if he would ever get the chance to explain anymore.


Y/n threw back shot after shot not even wincing at the burn in her throat anymore. She was conflicted. She needed space to think and the tower had too many reminders of him.

Steve stayed closer to her than James used to when she was at bars and clubs. Steve’s eyes were more focused on surveying the area rather than dead set on Y/n, like James used to be. 

 Maybe she should have let him explain. 

 No. He didn’t deserve to. 

It was partly James fault her dad got shot. Partly his fault that she could have seen her father die in front of her much like she had to watch her brother. It was James fault and the people that were part of whatever sick group it was that murdered her brother. Taking Jackson away from her forever. And that’s something she would never forgive.

 "Let’s go home" y/n spoke walking up to Steve. He nodded taking lead and leading them out of the club.

The car ride was silent, Steve sitting across from her like James used to. The driver silent in the front as always. 

She couldn’t help but wish it was James next to her. Even after everything. She just wanted to reach out for his hand in reassurance. 

Something hit the window with force, shattering  a hole in the glass. Y/n screamed as Steve on impulse undone both their seat belts, throwing his body over hers as he pushed her to the floor of the car. 

The driver sped up as more sounds of hitting metal could be heard. Bullets. 

Y/n covered her ears in terror at the sounds, clanging metal and smashing glass of the car caving in on the both of them. 

Steve was whispering reassuring words to her as he shouted for the driver to step on it faster. 

“it’s alright Y/n, I’ve got you, you’ll be okay, it will all be okay” he spoke. 

The ricocheting of bullets only got bigger and louder as the car was now being shot at from both directions, including from above. 

“shit” Steve whispered. “shit.” 

“what? what happened?” she asked scared. Steve let out a grunt of pain, Y/n lifted her head centimeters to see his face scrunched up in pain. Steve had been shot in the arm. Blood pooling through his white suit shirt. 

“oh god” she spoke quietly in shock. “Steve” 

Another round of bullets hit the car, tyres screeching as the driver took a sharp left turn hoping to loose the shooters. 

But the window right by Y/n’s head finally gave way, shattering over her now Steve had pulled back to clutch at his arm. 

“shit Y/n” he spoke trying to get her to come closer to him so he could cover her. But she refused not wanting him to get hurt again. 

“no.” she said pushing him down so he was away from the windows. But as she reached out in a regrettable move, her back exposed easily to the bottom half of the non- existent window, she was hit. 

She let out a loud cry of pain. Clutching her shoulder tightly, before releasing it to look at her hand now covered in a red sticky substance, her vision blurring as she was panicking. The sight of blood had always given her a weak stomach. 

“Y/n” Steve spoke worriedly. Not caring about his own wounds and instead attempting to hold her upright as she started to drift. Her eyes were trying to focus on Steve’s form but they were blurring rapidly as she tried to blink it away. 

“I got… I got … Hit” she spoke quietly clearly in shock as she sat frozen, voice laced with agony. 

Her mind flashed to an image of James, sitting next to her in the car giving her a small smile, reaching over to hold her hand in his own. 

“James” she whispered disorientated. She reached a hand out for him, Steve watched in confusion, trying to talk to her but she was staring past his head to the empty seat.

“Y/n” he spoke trying to bring her back but she fell forwards onto his shoulder, blacking out.

A rapid fire of bullets started again; both Steve and Y/n being shot again, the car veering into the curb, hitting a parked car as the driver took a hit to the side of his arm. Steve could feel pain all over, being the only one still conscious. He couldn’t tell where he had been shot again as the force of the car hitting the parked car impacted him greatly. 

He tried to reach out to Y/n who was still unconscious, he could see new pools of blood seeping out from her arm and another patch just under her shoulder where the first bullet hit. The sound of sirens could be heard all around as the shooting had finally stopped, Steve was calling out for help, but his voice became weaker as the amount of blood he was loosing increased.


James flicked the Tv on, the brightness making him squint in the darkness of his apartment room. The news channel was on, red and white with a breaking news banner lining the bottom. He couldn’t make out the words quite yet, sitting on the edge of the sofa in curiosity.

The tv showed an image of a familiar car, taped off with blue and white police tape. The windows and doors indented and shattered with bullet holes. Sirens and blue flashing lights, people running in panic. 

“Another attack on the Stark family occurred just hours ago” the presenter at the scene spoke into the camera. “it’s suspected there were at least 3 shooters, possibly more. Miss Stark, her bodyguard and driver have all been taken into hospital, all three have been said to be seriously injured. Miss Stark and Mr Rogers are in a critical condition. We will bring updates as soon as possible” 

The screen flicked back to the newsroom presenters. James turned the Tv off stunned, feeling sick to his stomach, the darkness of his apartment enclosing around him as he reached a shaky hand out to a bottle of water. 

He took a sip before letting out a breath of air. His hand now hovering over his phone, scrolling down to one name in the address book. 

He clicked onto the name, moving his thumb over to the call button. But he didn’t get any further. An incoming call interrupting the silence of the dark apartment, from the one person he needed to talk to, flashing violently onto his phone screen. 

Tony stark.

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ghosstsssst·2 years agoPhoto


Benedict and Tom (Hiddleston) preparing themselves in case they need to stop Tom (Holland) from spoiling anything.

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ghosstsssst·2 years agoText


An Ironstrange Drabble.

Summary: Tony questions reality. Stephen shows him something very real.

It’s Sunday morning.  

Tony and Stephen share a late breakfast in pleasant silence.

Tony throws furtive glances at Stephen from time to time, feeling both confused and a bit drunk with joy.

Once more, he questions reality.

Because … this feels like one of those ridiculously happy dreams, which make you want to fall back asleep after you woke up, just to see how much more happiness there could have been.

What happened?

It’s easy to explain but oh so difficult to understand.

They were talking.

And then they were doing much more then that.

There was kissing and touching and a lot of wonderful warmth.

And now, now there’s a man sitting at his table.

A man, drinking orange juice in a lilac dressing gown.

A man, acting like he was here all the time.

Like his presence wasn’t special at all.

Tony didn’t know how lonely he is, until he wasn’t.


Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?

One of those songs, one of those lines, you never really forget, no matter how much time passes.

Branded into your mind because they are so true and relatable.

Could be the lyrics of my life, Tony thinks, sighing inwardly.  

Are you real or just a fantasy, he asks Stephen in his mind.

And the next moment, because he has a loose mouth, which he sometimes curses himself, the thought just blurts out of him.  

“You’re real, right?”

Stephen stops eating.

He looks at Tony, puzzled.

Tony swallows.

He quickly hides his face behind a nearby laying newspaper. He feels his cheeks burning.  

“It’s just … okay, this was stupid. Sorry. Forget it,” he rambles.

Oh God.

I will definitely ruin this.

But after a moment, Stephen stands up and carefully pulls the newspaper out of Tony’s hands.  

Tony looks up at him nervously.

Stephen smiles. He reaches out a hand.

“Come on.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Tony takes the hand and lets Stephen pull him on his feet.

They stand face to face, looking into each other’s eyes.

And then Stephen kisses him.

Slow and long.

His lips taste like orange juice and mint toothpaste.

The most wonderful combination, Tony decides, while melting into the kiss.

“Does this feel real enough to you?” Stephen asks, when they part, a bit breathless.  

Tony nods. He feels a bit dizzy.


Stephen looks at him seriously.

“I know the feeling of not being sure about reality. It’s terrifying. It’s so terrifying because we found something great and fear to lose it again. But,” he takes Tony’s hands in his own scarred ones, squeezing them lightly. “I’m here. And I’m not going away. Not if you want me to stay.”

“I definitely want you to stay,” Tony breathes.

Forever. You can stay forever, he adds in his mind. First it sounds a bit greedy to him, but it’s such an amazing thought, that it makes his heart flutter and his toes tingle in excitement.

“Okay,” Stephen nods. “Okay.”

He stays.

And it’s real, not just a fantasy.


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Please, like or reblog if you’re a girl and like superheroes or if you think a girl can enjoy superheroes

Trying to prove my grandma a point

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Summary: Spiderman is caught off guard when he sees Y/N wearing Peter’s clothes… (Reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman).

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: slow burn


Knock, knock.

You gasped and looked over to see Spiderman at your window.

“Creep, much?” You laughed unlatching the window and pushing it open, breathing in the cool night air, “And you know, if you wanted to see me, I have a perfectly functioning front door that you could’ve used…”

“Front doors are boring,” he shooed.

“Front doors aren’t three stories high and accessed by a fire escape. If anything besides that is considered boring then I don’t know how I could possibly be any more interesting.”

“Aw, come on. You’re way more interesting.”

You smiled, pressing on, “So, what do you want, Spiderspawn?”

“‘Spiderspawn?’ Damn, what have I done this time?”

“Nothing, I just don’t know what else to call you,” you replied, sitting on the edge of your window, “You still refuse to tell me your name.”

“Well, calling me Spiderman would work just fine…”

“I feel like ‘Spiderman’ is only used for all those damsels in distress as they swoon into your arms after you’ve saved them,” you put the back of your hand against your forehead and leaned sideways dramatically.

He snorted, “Not a single girl has ever done that.”

“Good, and I won’t be the first,” you chuckled.

He laughed along with you for a moment before his eyes caught a glimpse of your t-shirt.

You frowned, following his line of vision and looking down. You stretched out the fabric so you could see the ‘Han Shot First’ lettering better.

“Oh, yeah,” you looked back up at him “you a Star Wars fan I’m guessing?” You asked him, curiously.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, a little distantly. You weren’t sure why he had the weird tone, but you ignored it. He got like that sometimes. There were always times when Spiderman would get quiet or reserved and you had no clue as to what was going on in his head. But you’d gotten used to it by now.

“Well, honestly, I don’t even fully know what this shirt means,” you laughed, “It’s actually not mine.”

“Really?” He asked, though the response was a little hollow.

“Yeah, it belongs to my…” crush “friend. He left it at my house last week.”

“So… you just… wear all your friends shirts normally??”

“Not really, no… his shirts are just… super comfortable, I guess.”

Spiderman cocked his head in confusion. Yeah, you’d have to agree that wasn’t your best lie. But you also knew if you came right out and told him you had a crush on someone, Spiderman would tease you til the end of the century.

You sighed, “I don’t know, I just find them comforting,” you smiled to yourself, “I like falling asleep to the smell of his cologne. It’s just… nice.”

Spiderman didn’t really say anything in response- which was surprising, you’d assumed he would immediately jump down your throat with the “ooooooh does Y/N have a crush?!?” and the “what’s his name? tellmetellmetellme” like most of your other friends would’ve.

“Huh,” he said instead, “That’s… cool.”

You arched an eyebrow, “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nope, nope, not at all, whatsoever,” he replied quickly, “I think that’s a perfectly acceptable thing to do and that you should definitely continue doing it,” he assured you.

You furrowed your brow, unsure of why he was being so odd today, “Well… alright then. Thanks for the… approval?” You chuckled.

He gave a forced chuckle in response.

“Alright, well, I do have homework, so I can’t stay out all night with you,” you sighed, climbing back into your room, “I’ll catch you later, though?”

“Definitely,” he smiled.

You smiled back, giving him a small wave as he climbed toward the edge, shot a web, and jumped away into the night.


Oh!” You exclaimed, stopping Peter before he walked out the door. You grabbed the Star Wars shirt that was sitting on top of your dresser, “I just remembered! You forgot this here a couple weeks ago.”

Peter gave it a bizarre smile before looking back up at you, “Thanks! I totally forgot about it…”

“Yeah, no problem! I was just doing laundry the other day and caught that in the mix. Figured you might want it back.” More like I’d worn it to bed every night until it had completely lost the smell… “It’s clean from being in my laundry, but be warned, it probably smells like me now so you might want to wash it again.” Again, you had washed it, but considering the amount of times you’d worn it and how it’s been staying in your room for a couple weeks, it very much smells like your perfume now.

“Thanks so much,” he grinned anyway.

“Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled back, in that weird way he’d been smiling recently. Like he knew something you didn’t.

You closed the door, thinking.

Maybe he was going to surprise you with some gift. Yeah, that must be it. Your birthday was in the next month.

Ooh, him and Ned were probably coming up with a really great present…

You smiled, before sighing and heading back to your room.

You cleaned up a few of the snack wrappers the two of you had left during your studying, before your eye caught a blue sweater.

“You’re kidding,” You said to yourself, your mouth twisting upward into a massive grin.

You knelt down next to the sweater and held it up in front of you.

Yup. Peter’s signature blue sweater.

You bit your lip to hold back your excitement as you slipped your own sweatshirt off and slid on his.

You nuzzled your nose deep into the fabric and smelled. God. How the hell did Peter smell so GOOD?

You turned to the mirror on your wall to get a look. You smiled at how big the sweater was on you.

You ran a hand through your hair moving your head around to look at different angles.

If you may say so yourself, you looked adorable.

If only Peter and you were dating, and you could steal his clothes all the time.

Knock knock.

You spun around and beamed as you saw Spiderman waiting outside your window.

“Perfect timing,” you told him, unlatching and opening the window.

“Timing is my specialty.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Though, posing in a mirror might be yours,” he replied, grinning.

Your cheeks burned, “You saw that?”

He chuckled, “Don’t be embarrassed, it was… cute.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“Is the sweater new or something?”

“Um… you could say that…”

“It’s from that guy again, isn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up,” you knocked his shoulder playfully, attempting to hide your embarrassment.

“Well, I-“

Police sirens interrupted you from your conversation and you both turned to see them rushing down the street in the distance.

“And that’s my cue,” he frowned.

“I’ll see ya later, Spidey.”

“Later,” he smiled back.

You gave him a small wave before he jumped out of sight.


“Hey,” Liz greeted, stepping through your doorstep and closing the door behind her, “You ready to go to the game or-” she paused as she caught a look at you, “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re wearing another one of Peter’s shirts again, aren’t you?”

“He leant it to me this time!” You argued, “I had been talking at lunch about how I didn’t own any Mets shirt, and he said he had a few so he gave me one of his jerseys for tonight! Come on, you can’t expect me not to wear any gear to the game! What else am I supposed to do?”

“Gee, maybe tell Peter that you’re head over heels for him so he can lend you his clothes every day and you can be a couple?”

“Ugh, don’t even, Liz. He doesn’t think of me that way.”

“Oh come on, Y/N-”

“No, don’t ‘come on’ me! You, Michelle, and I all lend each other clothes all the time, so you can’t act like this means anything. He’s just helping out a friend, nothing else,” you said, sternly, “Now let’s go, because I promised we’d meet Ned and Peter outside and they’ve already been waiting for like ten minutes.”

Liz sighed but followed you out of your house nonetheless and down the stairs to the street.

“It fits!” Peter beamed at your jersey as you stepped out the door.

You laughed, “Yup, perfectly.”

“Maybe I should give you my clothes more often,” he joked.

You forced a laugh slightly, because you knew he wasn’t being serious despite how much you wanted him to be.

“Or you could just lend me your hat,” You teased instead, slipping the cap off of his head and right onto your own. You smiled up at him from under the bill before skipping away down the street so he couldn’t take it back from you.

(Not that he would’ve wanted to.)


“Does any of your closet belong to you anymore?” Spiderman laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest which displayed a sweatshirt with the Death Star from Star Wars. A sweatshirt that you most certainly didn’t own.

“Oh, shut up.”

“But, really, how can someone’s clothes be so comfortable that they’re all you will only wear?”

You furrowed your brow, “Do you seriously still think that’s why I wear his clothes?”

Spiderman frowned, not sure where this was headed.

“Spidey, I just said that so you’d get off my case. I don’t actually wear them because he uses better detergent or something…”

“Then, why do you wear them?”

You looked at him for a moment. Was it seriously not blaringly obvious?!

“Cuz I like him.”

He furrowed his brow, “Well, you like Liz, and Michelle, and me, but you don’t-”

“No, no, dude,” you laughed, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, “I like him.”

Spiderman didn’t respond for a moment. And then for two moments. Then three.

“What?” he asked suddenly.

“Was that not clear?” You chuckled, “All the rest of my friends can spot my crush from miles away, I’m surprised it took so long for you to catch onto it.”

“That’s, well, that’s-” Spiderman shook his head, attempting to figure out what to say, “That’s great, Y/N. That’s really great. Um, will you excuse me, though? I just remembered I had a thing that I was supposed to be at right now. Uh, I’ll talk to you later though? Yeah?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Great, bye!” He zipped off your fire escape and into the night.

You frowned. What the hell??

Why did he always get so freaked out whenever you brought up a boy? He never freaked out when you talked about Liz or Michelle.

Oh shit what if he’s jealous of Peter?

You shooed that thought away. No way. There’s no way freaking Spiderman would just like a regular citizen like you. Nor was there any way Peter Parker would like someone like you either. You were just imagining things.

You nuzzled deeper into Peter’s sweatshirt and climbed back into your room, deciding to just forget about the superhero’s odd actions.


“Oh, wait, Peter,” you called after the boy as he began walking back down the sidewalk to his own apartment. You unzipped the hoodie he had lent you when it started to rain ten minutes ago. “You forgot your hoodie!” you told him, tugging it off of you.

But he only smiled and shrugged at you, “Eh, why don’t you just keep it for the night? It’s all wet anyway, you can put it in the laundry and give it back to me Monday at school.”

You smiled to yourself, “Oh, alright. Sounds like a plan.”

He gave you one more smile before turning around and continuing back home through the rain.

You grinned once he was out of sight and almost bounded up to your bedroom with happiness.

The hoodie had lost some of his scent in the rain, but the smell of rain now reminded you of how you two had run around and played in the rain on your walk home- and that was even better.

You closed your bedroom door behind you and leaned against it, sliding your hands into your pockets with content.

Your bliss was short lived however, as it was replaced with curiosity when your right hand touched something in the pocket.

You slipped it out, and saw a small yellow paper folded up.

Ah, it was probably one of Peter’s Post-It’s from English class, you thought to yourself as you opened it, that boy needs to learn how to use a trash-

You froze as you looked at the message. You blinked. You shook your head. You flipped it to the backside. No way. This couldn’t be real.

Y/N, will you go out with me?

W h a t. You turned back to the door. Had he seriously…

You looked back down at the message. This couldn’t be happening. Since when did Peter even like you back?!?! Let alone be ready to ask you out!!

You put your hand on the doorknob to go flag Peter down and ask him to explain, but a knocking at your window stopped you.

You bit your lip, not wanting to let Peter go but not wanting to just ignore Spiderman.

You flipped around ready to explain the situation to Spiderman, but instead found Peter, smiling meekly as he gave you a little wave from the fire escape.

It took everything in you not to completely run to the window.

You quickly latched it open and climbed through, “Did you mean it?” You held up the Post-It.

“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting a surprise like this,” you laughed slightly.

“But was it a good surprise?” He asked hesitantly.

You smiled, and put your hand on his cheek, leaning it, “I don’t know yet. You tell me.”

You waited one more moment before leaning forward and closing the distance.

His arms slipped around your waist and pulled you closer against him, and you had to resist making a noise at how wonderful it felt to be this close to him.

Having his clothes was one thing, but having him truly there himself was infinitesimally better.


“Spiderspawn!” You practically screeched as you launched your window open, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! So much has happened! Look,” you motioned down to the blue sweater and the fluffy socks you’d borrowed from Peter, “I’m wearing his clothes and this time it’s with his knowledge!” You laughed.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…”

You blinked, all your excitement washing away. Panic rose in your stomach. What if he was about to tell you he liked you? What if your jealousy suspicions had been right? Oh, god, you were finally in a happy relationship with your dream crush and now you might have to turn down your other dream crush? Why was everything always so complicated!

“Sure, go for it,” you said anyway.

“Here, come on out,” he motioned.

You sighed and made your way through the window frame, then sat down next to him, kicking your legs off the edge of the fire escape through the railing.

“There’s something I’ve been hiding from you. I don’t know how to tell it to you, but you need to know.”


“Y/N, I think that-”

“Ihaveaboyfriend!” you blurted, suddenly, unable to wait anymore. You cringed at your lack of subtlety. But you didn’t think you’d be able to listen to him confess any feelings without it becoming a giant mess.

Yet instead of being upset, he laughed. “Yeah, I know,” he replied, and your eyes widened as he reached up and tugged at his mask, “Because it’s me.”

Your jaw dropped as he removed off the top of his suit to reveal all-too-familiar swooping dark hair and dimples.


“Hey, babe,” he gave a weak, unsure smile, awaiting your response.

“Oh my god, Peter!” You suffocated him with a hug, “Are you kidding?! How is that possible! How are you-” you froze and tore away from him with a gasp, “You little shit, you’ve been playing me this whole time! You knew I was wearing your clothes!”

“Guilty?” He smiled smally.

You punched him playfully in the shoulder, “Are you kidding! That’s so- Wait a second, were you purposefully forgetting your clothes at my house this whole time?”

He chuckled, “Well, not the first time. But from then on… perhaps…” He laughed again at your shock, “I’m sorry, you just looked really freaking cute wearing my clothes! Is that so wrong of me to want to see a pretty girl trying on my clothes in her mirror for fun?”

You groaned with embarrassment, “Oh, shit, I forgot you saw that, too.”

“Mhmm,” he grinned smugly, “Best moment ever.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He smirked at you, “If it makes you feel any better, after you would give me the clothes back, I kept them under my pillow because they smelled like you.”

“Really?” You asked, touched.

“Mhmm,” he smiled lazily.

You giggled, “God, we both really were head over heels, huh?”

“Who said anything about ‘were’?” He replied.

You looked over at him with pure happiness, and closed your eyes as he leaned in and gave you a dizzying kiss- simply one of many to come.


A/N: Eeeeee thanks for reading! Please PLEASE like, reblog, and comment if you enjoyed! <3 <3 <3

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Peter Parker: -on meeting Loki, offers his hand- Hi, I’m Peter!

Loki: -shakes his hand- Loki of Asgard.

Peter: Aren’t you like…a bad guy?

Loki: It varies from moment to moment.

Peter: So like…on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst evil imaginable, like…killing puppies, and one being I’ll spit on your hotdog…where are you right now?

Loki: …maybe a three?

Peter: Cool. Lemme know if it gets above a six.

Loki: -thinking- I like him.

It had been a joke, a flippant line, but somehow, Loki found himself taking the youth up on it.

It was hard living around these heroic Avengers, hard trying to stay close to Thor. And when he felt his need for mischief rise too high, when he felt exasperation with these Midgardians turn too close to spite, he would casually say “Six.” to the young man, or sometimes “Seven.”

And Peter would spend the rest of his day with Loki. He would badger him with questions about magic, or drag him across his beloved city to see its entertainments, or take him along stopping petty crimes. He grounded Loki to the here and now, and distracted him from the churning, jagged shards of ice in his mind.


Stark’s brat had a system. It had been amusing, at first glance, especially when “killing puppies” was apparently a higher level of evil than trying to take over the world. It had risen and fallen - two, five, one. There were honestly good days.

It took some time before a truly bad day came up.

After a difficult battle, the Captain was being particularly sanctimonious, his team following suit. Even Stark made biting comments.

Loki could scream.

“Spider-man,” he said as calmly as he could. The young man glanced up, having been tying up some of their enemies a few yards away.


“… okay, guys, I’m going to head out with Loki for the rest of the day. Don’t need us for debrief, yeah?”

“Sure,” Stark shrugged, glancing between the two of them oddly. Loki wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was. They went in civilian clothes to a small café.

“I wasn’t paying attention, so whatever was said, I don’t agree,” Peter began. “But that’s not what I’m here for. So. When you teleport, how does that work? Is it harder with longer distances? Or is knowledge of the place more helpful?” Loki blinked, but explained. It led to a discussion of magical theory. Peter (Loki still called him Parker aloud, but the child and even his young friends grew on him in time) was eager and curious, comparing what he knew from Strange and fantasy books to Loki’s knowledge. It was admittedly fascinating to see how many versions of sorcery humans had created by mere imagination. He was definitely amused by the elves and dwarves of Lord of the Rings.

Sometimes Peter tentatively asked about Strange and Maximoff, if they were doing similar things. Never if Loki was at an 8 or above though.

“Strange is like a child prodigy. He’s good, picks the practical parts up well. He even got the jump on me - but he has not had as much time to study as me. He’s a student where I am a master. Maximoff is incredibly powerful and incredibly lucky, but she does not have much training at all.” Sometimes conversation turned to music, animals, current events.

Peter was good. It was odd, how Loki became so sure of the fact so quickly.

After the conversations, often accompanied with food or a walk, he was always down to a 3 or so. Which made Peter an important person.

So the next time Peter was in trouble and the Avengers were indisposed, Loki was not the least bit surprised that he was not the only one ready to tear someone apart for the kid. Two men in red - one with horns, one with guns and swords - a young girl with cat-shaped blasters on her hands, and the Captain’s assassin friend. Loki curled his lips and muttered:

“For anyone that harms you? 10.”


also, the fact we get Daredevil, Deadpool, Shuri, and James teaming up with Loki to protect Peter? I AM HERE FOR ALL THIS HELLS YES

(I thought I didn’t have anything to add but I do)

It was just after noon on a Saturday when Loki got a text from Peter, all it said was 

‘8, I’m at home′

Peter had never used their number system for himself before.

Loki had promised the boy’s aunt he would not teleport into their home and while he’d had every intention of honouring that promise, this was definitely an exception.

When Loki materialized in Peter’s room, his friend was pacing, angry and red-faced. Loki had never seen Peter furious before.

Peter began shouting when he saw Loki, ‘Men are scum! Irredeemable, horrible, crappy, scummy scum!’

‘Thank you for telling me, Peter.’ Loki said, sitting down on Peter’s bed. ‘Any particular men inspiring this diatribe?’

Peter grabbed a pillow off his bed and screamed into it, ‘There’s a guy at Aunt May’s work who’s harassing her and she says I need to stay out of it and let Human Resources do their jobs and he’s a creep and he’s making May feel creeped out and… I don’t know what to do.’

Loki blinked. Of all the people Peter could have gone to, he had chose Loki.

‘Thank you, for telling me this. Although I’m not sure how I can be of help.’

Peter flopped down onto the bed next to Loki, ‘You’re my friend and you’re an adult. And I wasn’t sure who else to talk to.’

Loki flopped back next to Peter, it seemed appropriate. ‘If Human Resources doesn’t sort this out to your satisfaction, I can turn this person into a goat.’

Peter giggled, ‘An ugly, stupid goat?’

‘Any kind of goat you like,’ Loki replied.

this is suddenly the most important thing in the world and i want to personally hug everyone in this thread.

I’m gonna cry I love this so so much thank you

HEY LOOK @i-forgot-my-theme ITS THE GOOD KUSH


omg I LOVE this

It keeps getting better and better

Hey @papi-chulo-bucky look!




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Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM



For anyone that needs this!

Please it’s gREAT.

This app is really helpful and cute :3

this is good and the little dudes look like the ones from dumb ways to die. if they are the same, thank u traim safety company

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things that make people feel loved:

  • making them a playlist
  • baking them cookies
  • giving them flowers
  • creating art for them
  • random reminders that they are loved
  • writing them a poem
  • complimenting them on their talents
  • asking how their day was
  • sending them links to things you think they will like
  • random hugs
  • “This made me think of you”
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Diinofayce 500 Follower Challenge!

Come one! Come all! Thank you to the 500 people that follow me and thank you to the (hopefully) more that don’t follow me, but read my writing anyway! This is my first writing challenge so I’m going to be pretty loosey goosey with it! I just want to have fun and enjoy everyone’s writing.


  1. You don’t have to be following me ( @diinofayce ) but if you were that would be pretty awesome.
  2. Reblog this post. I’d love to get as many people into this as possible for my first challenge.
  3. 1 prompt per category per writer. You can pick a situation and a dialogue or a dialogue with an AU or even all three, but only one per category. When prompts run low I will add more. 
  4. Send me an ask with your request, it helps me keep it as first come first serve.
  5. DEADLINE: December 31st, 2018. I’m hoping by January I’ll be hosting my 1000 follower challenge. ;)
  6. I accept writing for any fandom. Marvel, DC, Supernatural, hell give me Spongebob if that’s what you want to write for. I’ll read it, I’ll love it, I’ll reblog it! Just tell me your pairing if you know it when you request your prompt.
  7. You can pick whatever genre of writing you want (angst, fluff, crack, smut) HOWEVER!!! I WILL NOT BE ACCEPTING SHURI OR PETER PARKER SMUT. I will not accept incest (Winchester brothers, Odinson brothers, any of that). If you write polyamorous relationships, LGBTQIA+ relationships, anything of that sort - that’s 120% a-ok, just please make sure it’s legal.
  8. Please use warnings as they apply. 
  9. You can write for OC’s, Reader inserts, or even from the perspective of your chosen fandom. I like all writing, I’m pretty damn chill.
  10. No word min-max. But if your post is more than 500 words please use the “read more” feature, if you don’t I wont reblog you. 
  11. Put your prompt in the A/N. Tag me in the A/N. use the hashtag #diino500 in your tags. 
  12. If I don’t reblog and comment within 24 hours, send me a message! We know how Tumblr has been lately with the tagging system.


Diologue Prompts:

1: “Was that supposed to hurt?” @wolf-in-a-suit w/ Thor

2: “If we get arrested, that’s on you.” @lloeppky

3: “I love you.” “That’s pretty stupid of you.” @magellan-88

4: “If you can hide, so can your enemies.” @paprika0437 

5: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Ghosts hate McDonalds.”

6: “A name is very powerful, make sure you don’t just give yours to anyone.” @emergenciesstory dad!Tony x daughter!reader

7: “You save everyone, but who saves you?” @thirstresponsibly w/ Bucky Barnes

8: “Where’s the fun in that?” @acreativelydifferentlove 

9: “According to your horoscope, this is going to be a really weird year for you.” @minarawr

10: “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.” @marisabay

11. “I trusted you!” “That was your mistake.” @savageiz

12. “Oh, please, point your gun at me if it helps you relax.” @tattooednursewrites

13. “I just hate the sight of blood, you know?”

14. “You’re special. I get why she chose you.” @fadingcoast w/ Bucky Barnes and Loki Odinson

15.  “Should we let them know we’re onto them?” “Where’s the fun in that?” @suz-123

16. “I didn’t know idiocy caused people to spontaneously bleed from their nose.”

17. “No, I said we’re safer, not safe.” @fanfics-and-coffee

18. “I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.”

19. “Small fire! I said to start a small fire! This is not small!” @zirius-k24

20: “She died doing what she loved. Swearing profusely.” @amandarosemire

21. “I’m not above slashing my own tires to avoid this brunch.”

22. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

23. “You think you have a choice, and that’s sweet and all, but it’s time you pick up the knife and do what you were created to do.” @drakestdream

24. “You can continue with your worthless life or you can become someone who matters.”

25. “Don’t bother, I already tried.”

26. “They told me you’re the person to see.” + “For what?” + “Murder.”

27. “I believe the local expression is ‘three gallons of crazy in a two gallon bucket’.” 

28. “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

29.  “Playing ‘My Heart Will Go On’ outside my window isn’t going to change anything, you know.”

30. “I accept no responsibility and I would do it all again.”

Situation Prompts:

1: Your imagination is so strong it leaks into reality. @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

2: Every night you get a strange visitor. @ellen-reincarnated1967 w/ Bucky 

3: Describe a wedding from three different points of view. @tropicalcap

4: His world changed on a Tuesday afternoon… @arawynn w/ Bucky x Reader

5: Someone loses control. @prettyyoungtragedy

6: Brand new day. Brand new country. Brand new life. @whiskeybucky

7: You only have 6 minutes. @iwantthedean w/ Dean Winchester x Reader

8: Everyone is born with blond hair. Their hair turns brown when they lose their innocence.

9: When she walked into the room everyone gasped. @emergenciesstory dad!Tony x daughter!reader

10: A real tarot reader at a gimmicky fair. @tilltheendwilliwrite

11. Every human has an invisible, personal guardian summoned by magic words long forgotten. You just said yours on accident. @witty-ass-username-here

12. It was all because of a detail you missed.

13. Every door suddenly locks.

14. They walked into the rain and never looked back.

15. It’s a good time for them to get scared, scared means they’ll do something. 

16. Every page in the notebook is blacked out, except one.

17. She stared at him with her teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other.

18. You nodded along with the non-existent music, headphones hiding your attention on their conversation.

19. If looks could kill they’d be staked, buried, dug up, and then staked again for good measure.

20. Write a character that is neither evil or dangerous, but still terrifying.

Alternate Universe Prompts:

1: Everyone is the God of something. Unfortunately, it’s usually something mediocre. (Gods AU) @witty-ass-username-here

2: Daffodils. Daffodils everywhere. (Florist AU) @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

3: Everyone knows about soul-mates. What they don’t talk about are soul-enemies. (Soul-mate AU) @captain-rogers-beard

4: It was spring and time to retreat into the woods for fear of being caught. (A/B/O Dynamic) @stars8melanin

5: The moon has disappeared, which is really messing with your schedule. (Witch/Warlock AU)

6: “Why can’t we ever catch the killer with the knife in their hands?” (Detective/Police AU)

7: Were you scratched or bitten? (Vampire AU) @legion1993 w/ Jared x Reader

8: “I am way too sober for this.” (Bartender AU) @wintersparker w/ Bucky

9: “Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun.” (Mobster AU) @heartforstan w/ Bucky

10: Sewing a nightmare was quick and easy. Dreams took months and cost a fortune. (Demon/Angel AU)

11. Everyone carries a mark that tells the number of lives they’ve lived. Yours is an infinity mark. (Lifeline AU)

12. Life was good until the stranger came to town. (Wild West AU)

13. Everyone deserves love, even hideous fish monsters. (Mermaid AU)

14. There are ten dead people to every living person. Every living person is assigned ten ghosts to watch over them. (Haunted AU)

15. We told ourselves it was for a good cause, sometimes we even believed it. (Vigilante AU)

I’m not sure yet whether or not we’ll join this, but in the meantime here’s a signal boost!!

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