CielPhantomhivelove1

“It isn’t a double date when one of the couples is married and the other isn’t a couple, Mary, this is what you call a set up.” You protested, following your friend out to her car. Mary didn’t mention that you were dressed to the nines anyway in the lacy red number you told her you were saving for the right one. She also didn’t mention that you wore stilettos, not flats. “Oh, you’ll love him, [Name], he’s just like you. Sarcastic. Acidic. Cynical.” Mary said, shooting you a look. You chuckled and settled into your seat. For Mary, you would give this a chance. “This is hardly

(Name) Stark was playing with her toys, blissfully unaware of anything going on in her home. Being the daughter of none other than Tony Stark, naturally she had all the toys she wanted, and all the best ones. Tony was just domesticated like that now, and ever since he laid eyes on (Name) when she was one year old, he'd fallen for her and been wrapped around her finger ever since. "Steve, what the fuck?!" You heard your Daddy yell. You stuck your bottom lip out a bit, being pulled out of your concentration and now annoyed. "Tony, calm down-" "Nope, nuh-uh, can't happen. I let you live in my damn Tower since your apartment got the hell snipe

You popped your lips as you mixed the batter to your favorite kind of cake. Had you been anyone else, you’d be concerned about sly remarks or shitty comments made towards you, considering you were a fluffy person. Not obese, not “fat,” but fluffy, upon you and your boyfriend’s very serious insistence. Just as you popped your lips again, you heard lips being popped in your ear, making you jump and gasp. Soft snickers were heard and you turned your head, your red coated lips in a pout. You narrowed your eyes. “Bucky!” The brunet chuckled, tying his long chestnut locks into a ponytail once he realized what

You stood from afar, watching the soldier sit on the couch. He had just been released from his imprisonment about six months ago and was adjusting still to the twenty first century, but it wasn't quite as smooth as Steve's transition. Bucky was quiet, he didn't talk much at all, and when he did it was usually accompanied with a glare of some sort. You felt bad for him, having gone through your own transformation from evil to good. You looked at the bowl in your hand and took a deep breath before walking further into the room. "Hey Bucky." He didn't even glance at you, but made a small fraction of a movement of his head, his way of saying

   For the first time in his life, Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, did not experience a hero's welcome from his two-year-long mission. Instead, he was baffled to see the supposed billionaire-philanthropist carrying a young, crying toddler in his arms and cradling a phone between his right shoulder and ear. An unusual sight to see in the Tower. Then again, the Tower itself attract many unusual things.   "Yeah, uh huh... no, this will be the last time I give you favors. Capsicle's back, too." Tony through a nod towards the flummoxed veteran before turning back to his call. "Uh, yeah... no, this is not a joke... like all the other times.

You sniffed as you scrolled through one of the many articles about your recent tragedy. "Tragedy" is a strong word for this. If the Starks didn't want their shit taken they shouldn't have shown off their mansion. Compassion = None! Assholes don't deserve the shit they have anyway. They should have taken more from them. I'm glad their house was broken into! They made themselves a target by showing off their house. Not like anything was stolen that couldn't be bought again. They're billionaires, the shit gone is nothing to their money. You'd think the house of two Avengers would be safe from harm. Dipshits. So? They have too much money a

"Tony!" You called. "What?" He shouted back. "Don't you 'what' me! Get ya lazy ass off the couch and come in here!" "You come here, ya old bitch!" "Oh yeah? I'd like to see ya do somethin' without a god damn suit!" "You just want me naked you nasty wench!" "Maybe twenty years ago!" "Really? Same thing applies to you!" "Get over here ya old fuck!" "Fine! I'm comin' you slave driver!" Tony stood up from the couch and grabbed his cane, walking to the kitchen. "The hell you want from me? I'm watching tv!" "Oh shut up, you watch tv every god damn minute of the day, you lazy fucker." Tony glared at you and looked at your hair, "And you

            “Logan, what happened to you?”  Rogue asked with a giggle.            “Dude! He got rise and shined! Oh my god. Who set you up?!” Bobby laughed loudly.            “Rise and shined? What the hell is that?” Logan growled, spitting soot. “What do you mean ‘who set me up’?”            “Everyone knows not to wake up (Name). She shoots a light beam if you wake her up. We call it getting rise and shined.” Sunspot stated matter-of-factly.              “Someone had to set you up.” Storm chuckled.            “I wasn’t set up. She didn&rs

Steve had never woken up next to a woman before. He'd really never had the opportunity. All the pretty girls in Brooklyn had always went home with Bucky and his 94 pound, asthmatic body didn't exactly provided the romantic night a woman was looking for, at least that's what he'd always been told. Then, after the super serum, he'd had other pressing matters on his mind and, though this time women were more inclined to choose him, he'd just always refused. He was too busy, too preoccupied, and he'd started to just accept that fact that he'd probably never know what it was like to have someone else there when he woke up. That is, until this pa