AzaleaSnape

    Steve never really got the chance to ask you out, because once you started working, you really couldn't stop. Your work ethic impressed Stark and Bruce, but at the same time made Steve worried about you. Creating all these algorithms took a while to create and process depending on what was being testing. You barely ate at the office and Steve only ever seen you eat granola bars once in a while, but you reassured him that you always eat a big breakfast and dinner at home.    But like I said, because of how busy you became he couldn't ask you out. Meaning Tony wouldn't let you have your dog. So whenever you came in, someone had to lead yo

"FRED WEASLEY." Hermione screamed as she walked down the stairs. She was angry. She was very angry with him. She had every right to be though. Unluckily for Fred he was standing not too far from the door. George who was standing with him started to shuffle off as he didn't want to get caught in the fight that was about to happen. "Don't you think of moving." She spat out at George. "This is as much your fault as it is his. I have had enough of your pranks." They couldn't help but laugh. Poor Hermione, The prank wasn't even meant for her, it was meant for Ginny. How did they know she would borrow their sister's shampoo? The look on her face

“Hey there beautiful” Fred said again. “I’m not in the mood Fred” Hermione said through tears. “Guy are bloody arses aren’t they” Hermione smiled for just a second “You can say that again” ”Okay. Guys are bloody arses aren’t they” Hermione giggled “You want to talk about it” “Not really. But thank you for standing up for me. I saw you ripping his face off” Fred down next to Hermione and pulled her into a hug “Well you deserve better Hermione” The embrace lasted a long minute and Fred only let go when he felt he absolutely h

Romano sat on his bed starting to get really inpatient. It was already ten at night and his brother still hadn’t shown up. Germany just stood in the corner of Romano’s room and stared at the door. Italy, Romano’s brother, had organized a sleepover at Romano’s house for the three of them, but he was already two hours late. “Why the hell did stupido fratello take our phones! He’s late and we cant even contact him, or anyone else!” Romano started to pace the length of his room and Germany moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Because he didn’t want any distractions so we could ‘bond&r