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“Does he always look blankly at things like that?” you asked Steve, coking your head to the side curiously. “Yeah...pretty much.” Bucky was currently in the living room sitting on the couch in front of the TV. His dark blue-green eyes locked on the TV screen with no emotion whatsoever. You and Steve had been assigned to help Bucky readjust to this human world and after debating what to teach him for over ten minutes, you had Bucky plop down in front of the TV and now it looked like he was watching Jersey Shore. A show you thought MTV had stopped playing years ago. “So tan…” he commented when Snooki

18 years. 18 years of this fucking existence. I can’t take it anymore. I want to leave. I want to disappear. I want the pain to stop…. I want to die. *You’re weak.* I’m not.. *You don’t have the courage to do it.* Stop it…. *Coward. Disappointment. A fucking failure. That’s what you are.* Shut up… *…..AND THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER BE* JUST SHUT UP! Fucking voices. They really don’t know when to shut up, huh? I don’t care anymore. It’s all gonna be over soon, anyway, *Do you really think so?* Yeah. I do. I can pretty much see my destination up ahead

USUK – PS. I love you "Damn…" he groaned. Arthur's bottle-green eyes flew open on a cold breezy morning. It was a fresh new day, he glanced down upon himself, a noise rang in his head from a hangover, he had really drunk too much last night but then reality struck. He couldn't remember a thing from the previous night but that wasn't all. He was stark naked! What the hell had happened last night? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The place beside him was empty however there was a large crease, as if someone had been laid there. The Brit grumbled to himself and moved to get off the double bed. As soon as his feet hit the floor,

"Darling, I'll be back in a moment," Mettaton started, pushing Papyrus away from his neck, and stood up. Papyrus looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, and Mettaton resisted crawling back into the racecar bed with the skeleton. "Sorry Pap, my bad deed senses are acting up." "I SWEAR I THREW AWAY THE SPAGHETTI THIS TIME!" Papyrus told him, then crossed his arms. "GEEZ, I CAN'T GET A BREAK WITH YOU!" Mettaton hid his smile from Papyrus, covering his mouth with his hand. "No, it's not that. Just give me a moment. And then we can get back to business." He winked, and strutted out of the room. Mettaton walked over to Sans's door, and stood there fo

 "Hehee.." "Stop it.." "Ehehehehehe.." "Stop...all of you!" "What if (your name) doesn't..." "THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!" England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out. "But..Arthur.." "Be quiet!" Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He

You wait anxiously at the airport, biting you lip as you look up at the flight board. It tells you that the airplane from Ontario, Canada is due to arrive in a quarter of an hour, delayed by some nasty weather. You are waiting for your childhood best friend, Matthew Williams. He is the half-brother of the most annoying guy in the world, Alfred F. Jones, and he lives in Canada with his father while Alfred lives here in the United States with their mother. Al's the older one. But Matt's the sweeter one. He's so quiet and innocent and cute, and no one ever notices him…but you, of course. Every summer vacation, he comes down here for two

(A/N: Before reading, please take note that you live in the US so, meaning you get to see or visit America a lot. Thanks and happy reading :D) "Yo, (Y/N)!!" You looked to see your hyper and friendly best friend for a long time, America. When you see him right in front of you, his happy-go-lucky expression was the same always which really suited him so well that it made you drawn closer to him like glue. Today is just an ordinary day like nothing exciting never happened which made you entirely bored like crazy and you can't help but jump around the house with your favorite genre of music playing in the background that literally filled up yo

Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else… You were eighteen years old. Everyone told you where drop-dead gorgeous. Shimmering (e/c) eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a beautiful smile that could make roses look like weeds. You, on the other hand, always thought of yourself as not worth anything. That’s probably thanks to your boyfriend, who treated you badly. He always made you cry, and threatened to leave you. You didn't really trust anyone else but your best friend France, also known as Francis Bonnefoy, thought of you as every jewel known in t

Games 'n' Guys - America "Gamer... by association?" you asked the blond at the door. America nodded and continued to block your entry way. "Yep. The only reason you're into games is because I introduced you to them. Which means your love for games is futile." You stared at the smug American. He really thought he had you stumped huh? You thrust the game into his chest and gave him a glare that would leave Russia cowering. "Alright ALFRED. Since you think my love for games is 'futile' , I challenge you." you pushed the video game against him harder causing him to stumble into his house. Once he was fully inside , you waltzed in , slamming