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It was a typical Sunday night of you and the other Avengers sitting around in a large table talking to one another. Sunday was the day you all got together to hang out and just tell each other what you had been doing this past week. After all the information had been exchanged and everyone was caught up with each other's lives, that's when the fun started. Tony of course cracked lots of jokes as well as Clint and Thor stuffed his face while Steve was learning new slang with each sentence that left everyone's mouth. Natasha and Bruce had both loosened up but that was probably because of the beer they were drinking. You of course were playing a

"Come on Spain! Kick it right next time!"A hot headed Italian yelled. "Sorry Romano. My aim is a little off today.."his spanish replied. Romano glared at him. "Well what is it? Is your foot hurt or something?"Romano asked as he juggled his soccer ball amongst his knees. Spain shook his head. "No, to be honest, I was too focused on that girl over there on the bleachers."he said. Romano caught the ball and gripped it tightly in his hands as he looked at his friend with quirked brow. "What girl?"he asks. Spain pointed to the bleachers. "That girl over there.."Romano looked to where his friend was pointing and sure enough, a girl was sitting

You parted with Artie and smiled at the British punker. A gasp from behind you alerted you of another one's presence. Slowly you turned and looked at your ex. Francis gaped at you and Artie. His mouth closed again, only to fall open shortly after. “Shut it, frog.” Artie hissed. “You look like a fish, Frenchie.” you added with a smirk. He found his composure again. “You dumped me for that bastard?!” “Pardon me?” you stood up, but kept all your friends sitting with a gesture. “If one of us two dumped the other, it was you. Or do I have to remember you of the 5 girls you slept with at your bu

Alfred drove you home after your act. "Alright. You're home now. I hope you're happy" "I'm not. I wanna spend that night at your house", you whined in the car. "What? No" "Please, Al? Pwease Alfie?", you batted your eyelashes and cuddled his arm. He blushed and turned his head away, "You can but I'm going back and staying with my brother so you can co-" "Never mind", you cut him off and opened the car door. "I'll text ya tomorrow" He tilted his head to the side a little and wondered why you didn't want to come anymore. Once you got inside though, he didn't really worry about it and went to go to the hotel his brother was at. ~Later thr

You could feel it in your chest, bubbling up to the surface. Your anger was taking over your body. You began to shake uncontrollably, rage showing its ugly head to the man sitting in your living room. “What did you just call me?” your voice was deadly quiet, like steel. You struggled to keep your anger at bay. “I. Called. You. A. Bitch.” You couldn’t believe you had loved this man once. “So I’m a bitch because you slept around and got some chick pregnant.” Your voice could freeze the sun. “I don’t have to listen to this.” Your now ex-boyfriend stood up. You stood up as well

:::Arthurs POV::: The rest of the day flew by. I knew that  ________ and I had most of our classes together, but we never really spent them together. We chatted throughout the whole of English about our essay, I was quite surprised that she liked my idea. But I was happy that she didn't think I was strange. I was quite happy right now. We had arranged to sit together at lunch and discuss it more. She walked beside me through the corridors, smiling, returning all the greetings she was getting. That's when I reminded myself that she was one of the most popular girls at school, there could be nothing more than friendship between us…

Arthur was walking through the new market place near his home.  He was looking for something to cook for dinner since his friend Kiku was visiting.  Arthur's emerald green eyes stared at the different types of flour.  Arthur looked away from the price to noticing _______ dressed in a pink and black French maid's uniform.  Her _____ colored hair was pushed back into a pony tail tied with a large pink bow. 'My goodness, she looks so beautiful.' Arthur thought staring at the young woman who looked just like his beloved Emily.  He watched as _______ looked at the different types of sugar.  'Her lips look so soft.' Arthur said to himself while he

EnglandxReader Falling Forward "OMG!!!  ______ I haven't seen in you in like, forever!!!"  You'd know that voice anywhere; it was Amelia, with all of her annoying excitedness.  "I didn't know you worked here!!!  OMG like I thought you would be working at like Small Wonders or Hot Topic or something like that!!!"  You turned around to see Amelia tackling you in a hug. "Amelia, you're hurting me."  You managed to choke out.  She released you and helped you up. "Sorry ______.  What are you doing here?  Working at Mademoiselle Francine?  Seriously."  Amelia asked. "I needed a job and Francis gave me one.  I mean my band does play every Frida

"It's so horrible, (name)!! Why did this have to happen to me?!", your friend Nancy was whining to you as you were just trying to get to your locker. "It'll be fine Nancy. You are babysitting your niece and nephew's for one weekend. You'd be fine" "Those kids freaking hate me!! They be trying to kill me!! One time, I was sleeping while babysitting and to wake me up, they put a pillow over my head!! They are never full and hate microwavable foods so I always have to cook for they little bratty asses and I can't hit them cause they not my kids! Then my sister'll get mad at me if I even think of just yelling at them! I hate those stupid kids!"