BDETheRev

[A/N: There is talk of sex in here, and the word "Fuck" But what do you expect from the game "Fuck, Marry, Kill" (also named "Bed, Wed, Behead")?] You took your seat in the large circle of couches that had been gathered in the middle of the room in Stark Towers. The other Avengers sat in the seats next to you, Natasha on your right, Steve on your left. "Alright people," you began, "what game will be playing tonight?" It had become a weekly tradition to play a game with the Avengers. Whether it be a verbal game like Telephone, a physical game like Twister, a digital game on a gaming station like the Wii, or a board game like Monopoly. You he

          “Ohh Gil!” I groaned, turning my face into my pillow. Not again. “C’mon Birdie, louder,” I heard the Prussian grunt. I could hear Matthew trying to keep his moans to a minimum and I figured it was for me. I laid there, trying to drown out the sound of my friend and his boyfriend going at it before I finally gave up.          I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and I put my flip flops on. I grabbed a blanket and quietly snuck out of my room. The whimpers and gasps only got louder as I moved into the living room. I trudged to the door and left as quickly as I could.          “Why do they alway

          “Frau!” I looked up from my book and out the window of the house. “Can you come help me, bitte (please)?” I saw Ludwig climbing out of his car and looking at me through the mesh window protection. I nodded my head and set the small book down on an in table. I opened the front door and saw Ludwig throwing his hands frustrated.          “I’m fine Vest! It’s just a little pink, nozing to vorry about!” I could hear Gilbert yelling at Ludwig. The German growled in frustration and gave up on his older brother and went to pulling beach stuff out of the trunk.          “Did he get wast

         I groaned loudly, clutching my stomach and stumbling out of my bedroom in my shorts, T-shirts, and sock clad feet. I made my way down the hall and into the kitchen. I searched through our cabinets frantically as tears pricked at my eyes. I needed painkillers. Now! I doubled over, groaning in pain and failing to find the painkillers.         “Ludwig!” I called desperately, “where’s the Advil?” I heard heavy footsteps as I whimpered in pain. Why now of all times, did my period have to start? I hated it when the cramps got to me before I could get to the painkillers.         “Zey should be in ze cab

(((This is a four year old story that really needs an update. Please read at your own expense.) It was an accident that couldn't be fixed. You happened to come to Arthur's house when he snapped. You didn't think that he would he do what he'd done, but it's too late to change the past. You couldn't change that you were in the bathroom holding your positive pregnancy test. You sighed expecting this, but you were also scared for the baby. You weren't going to abort it of course, but you couldn't very well take care of it by yourself. You needed someone, you needed Arthur. “What if he doesn't want the baby? What if he hurts it?” Yo