#and wake up w/ the rest of the neighborhood piled on/around them <3

[harveywritings92]

You get drunk and lost.

You go out with some friends drinking, get plastered and somehow you've broke away from your group. after walking around the city you have moment of clarity you text you boyfriend, "Halph! me loss...!!" before he can respond you accidently put it on silent, and he freaks and nearly tears the streets upside down looking for you, only to get a call at the ass crack of dawn by random person saying they've found you...

Warnings : alcohol use, Smoking, theft and mature situations.

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Dabi: He thought it was joke at first, sure his girl likes to let loose from time to time, But she never irresponsible about it! So, when he got that text he thought you were screwing with him, He texted you [Aww what'd ya lose Doll?] you didn't text him back... He thought she just put her phone away, as time passed by soon Dabi got worried, he checked his phone; the time you'd said you be home had long passed.

He called you and kept getting the busy signal. "Tch" without missing a beat he got his hoodie, face-cover and sunglasses on and went out to the bar that you said you'd be at just in time to see your friends drunkenly stagger out of the bar giggling like a bunch of hens. "Hey." He called out to them one them... Ayaka? If that's what her name was? Dabi wasn't really paying attention when you showed him her picture.

he was to busy fantasizing you in that tight little dress bent over couch while he rails you from behind…

Anyway, back to the present. 

Aya was dazed but seemed to recognize him. "ohz! Y/n's s-shy man! how ya doing bro?" the cremator stayed close to the alley shushed the drunk woman gesturing for her to come closer. "I'm fine, where's Y/n? She still inside?" he said in low voice nodded towards the bar, Aya gave him this blank look and Dabi didn't like how loud this silence was.... "Y/n? s-she said- said she was gonna go for a walk..." Dabi eyes narrowed resisting the urge to turn this drunk putz into a pile of ashes. "Aya focus, where did Y/n say she was going?" He said slowly trying to get the drunk woman to remember, this seemed to help as her eyes widened in realization, but that hope was soon dashed as she chortled out. "Your mamma's butt! hehe..." and broke down laughing. 

Dabi growled annoyed before shoving her back over to the group drunk girls waiting for their taxi, for the rest of the night Dabi spent his time looking through every alley, back road and crappy neighborhood, he could think of, But there was no sign of you anywhere! at around 5 am He sat on bench dejected and took his phone out; looked through his contact before stopping at 'Chicken-wings' he glared at the named with a lot of confliction, But before he could press call...

His nickname for You suddenly lights up his screen Dabi answered without hesitation. "Y/n?... where the hell are you?" He hissed feeling both relieved and pissed off at the same time, however the voice that answered him wasn't girlfriend but that of a man. "Who the hell is this... where's Y/n? if you touched her I'll-" Dabi snarled flames bursting from his chin, but the person on the other end told him to calm down and explained, he lived a few blocks away from where Dabi was. 

The cremator wasted no time getting there, he knocked on the door and was greeted by an old man who looked like a breeze would knock him over, The old man confirmed Dabi was the on he called, then apologized for scaring the young man, explained he found you passed out on his patio and didn't want leave you alone outside. "I have no bloody clue how these new-fangled phones work, had to wake my 8 year old grandson to help me." he explained as he led an awkward Dabi to his living room.

"I should be one who's sorry, for the trouble my girls caused you." the raven haired man sighed seeing his girlfriend passed out on the old man's couch, The old man just waved him off. "It's fine boy, we were all young once!" Dabi thanked him again carefully collected his girlfriend and carried her back to one of his safe houses that was nearby, Needless to say aside from nursing a gnarly hangover, You also had to deal with an very Angry, horny and tired Dabi who wasn't you out his sight anytime soon.

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Hawks: [you lost? lost what? darts?] You don't answer him. [Angel wings? you there???] he didn't wait and see if you'd reply as Endeavor was giving him this look that screamed 'put that phone away, or else I'll launch it so far up you ass you're kids will born screaming your ringtone!' the avian man smiled coyly and put his phone away and waited for the meeting to be over, the meeting and late night patrol finally wrapped up at 3:30 am and Hawks walked outside recalling the conversation he had with you and checked his phone, Keigo felt his heart sink you hadn't answered him, He flew over to the bar while at the same time calling you phone, but all he got was voicemail...

When he got there he saw all your girl friends had gone home and only one of your guy friends was there, Akito if the blond remembered correctly. "Yo Akito-san." He called as he lowered down the ground, the drunk man looked around startled be for noticing Hawks above. "Sky-guy my dude! how ya doing?" he slurred at the number two hero, who stared at him crossed armed as he observed the inebriated man, very unimpressed.

"Nothing much, was Y/n okay?"  

"w-who wha?"

"Y/n, Akito did she get home alright?"

"Oh she went to the subway."

Hawks brows scrunched up in confusion, it was passed midnight the trains weren't running right now! So, where the fuck was his girlfriend?! "Akito, I want you to listen where did Y/n go?" Again the drunk said the Subway, making it very clear he wasn't gonna be any help, Hawks flew up into the sky and sent some of his feathers out to search for his missing girlfriend and focused to see if that one he snuck in to her purse was near by.... "Come Y/n, where are ya baby?" he muttered as he eyes scanned the from above, when he felt a tug from one his feathers and almost on cue his phone light up with your ringtone.

"Y/n? where are you? are you safe?!" He asked frantically and waited but the voice coming from other end wasn't his girlfriend's but older woman's voice. "Is this Kei-Chan?" the winged hero eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" the woman voice cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Anko, I found this girl in front of the shop is her your friend?" Hawks confirmed this expecting this stranger to be a villain holding you hostage and told her to stay where she was. 

Instead when he got to his girlfriend's location; A Subway sandwich shop. *Ah...The subway, Hardee har-har...* He mentally deadpanned before looking down at the front and saw his girlfriend passed out on a bench with a tattered old blanket draped over her, while a little old lady in worn out clothes was standing next to a shopping cart. It didn't take a genius to see the old woman was homeless this seemed to strike a cord with the number 2 hero. 

Hawk silently landed "Excuse me." he called caused the old woman he assumed was Anko to jump by the sudden voice and saw Hawks walking towards. "Yes?" the woman answered warily. Hawks introduced himself as Kei-chan the man she spoke to, he asked how she stumbled on to his girlfriend? Anko adjusted her her old jacket said she saw her going into the with a group of girls, they left in a taxi without her! 

The winged hero looked furious upon hearing this, you had mentioned your friends were a little peeved that the two of you were dating... But to abandon you in a seedy part of town while intoxicated? that was over the line, had Anko not found you first then.... Hawk's jaw tightened not wanting to think about it as the old woman tale continued. You stubbled out a few moments, and passed out on the bench out front.

"I think those girl stole her jacket and shoes, I didn't want the poor dear getting cold, so I put my blanket on her and called you." She handed Keigo your purse a used his feathers to hold it while he gathered you in his arms he thanked Anko for guarding you. He promised to return the her kindness but the old woman said it was fine, but Hawks was already coming up with a few idea as he flew back to his apartment.

The next morning you were alone and confused how you got to Keigo's apartment wondered in your friend had called him, and went check your phone to check your messages, and were very bewildered over why your "Friends" were all apologizing, begging Hawks to call off his fanclub! You were flabbergasted about the situation, until Akito left you a screenshot of their original plan; they were going to make you and Akito drunkenly hook up and ruin your relationship with Keigo! 

Of course they didn't know that Akito was in fact gay, so when they figured that out they just left you alone in front of sub-shop at 3am with no way of getting back home, you were pissed off that's for sure! and blocked them save for Akito as he had nothing to do with their plan.

Then you checked the newsfeeds and saw Hawks was trending curious you checked to see why, and saw Keigo delivering a box containing a new jacket, shoes, blankets and food to a stunned homeless woman with a note saying to "my girlfriend's hero! forever grateful Hawks!" Okay... Now Keigo really needs to tell you what happened last night!

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Fatgum: [Aw it's all right Teddy Graham, ya can't win them all!] Fatgum chuckled assuming you lost at darts or pool while having fun with your friends, however as the night wore on and patrol came to an end, Taishiro was getting concerned, You hadn't texted him back nor had you called him to tell him she got home alright, just that "Halph...me loss!" text! The BMI hero was loosing his appetite with worry as he wandered down the street looking for the bar you were supposed be at, only to find out from your very drunk friends who was shuffling into in a taxi van.

He stopped one of them asking where you were, did you home with one of the girls? but to his dread they said you went for walk somewhere, Taishiro tried to coax them into remembering where you said were you going? But at this point your friend was too far gone to answer coherently, and with that the blond man took off down the street, hoping to find a trace of his lil'Teddy Graham! 

He searched for hours even showing civilians a photo of you asking if they've seen ya? the answers were always no... it was almost 3 am he was considering calling the cops to help look for ya... as he leaned against a wall to take break, when he heard your ringtone on his phone, Taishiro's hand was shaking as he answered the phone as this nasally voice greeted him

"H-hello, Sir? assuming you're a sir! uh... we found this lady passed out in one of our aisles, could you come and get her, before my manager calls the cops?"

"Wh-where is she?"

"The 7/11 at (random block)."

"Yeah, I'll be right there!"

The chubby hero ran down the street so fast he hadn't noticed his fat was burning off so when he finally arrived at the 7/11 his clothes were baggy and hanging of his body. "Hey, I'm Taishiro, you called me about my girlfriend?" The now skinny hero wheezed catching his breath as the snotty manager turned around to mouth off at Taishiro only to blanch when they realized how much taller and muscular the blond was compared to him and his demeanor quickly changed.

"Y-yes, sir right this way" the balding man stammered leading the 8ft tall man to the back room where a female staff member was watching you, Taishiro let out a sigh of relief and picked you up like a toddler; with your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder, as he was leaving his yellow eyes noticed a backpack stuffed with snacks and other stuff hidden under the manager's desk, he hummed not thinking anything of it and went to thank clerk for watching you as the manager had gone out for a smoke break, Since he was there anyway Taishiro asked for a couple meatbuns for the road.

"Thanks, for lookin after m'girl."  

"It was no problem sir.'

"By the way I saw a backpack, back there, wha's that about?"

(the clerk went white, made sure her manager was still outside, assuming that she'd be too afraid to tell the tall man about his scheme.)

"That lazy bully of a manager has been stealing snacks and other crap from the store, He was going to try and say your girlfriend did it, and scare you into paying him not to call the cops."

Taishiro's hold tightened on your thigh. "I'm guessing he chickened out, because... Well you look like you could crack his head open like an egg!" the blond snorted as he payed for his food "And you'd be right about that!" Taishiro huffed, he then thanked the clerk for her honesty and shot the manager a venomous glare as passed him outside, later that night Taishiro reported what clerk had told him to store's head office, and vowed to return as Fatgum just to make sure the balding thief was gone! 

The next morning you were very confused as to how you’d gotten to your boyfriend’s apartment? you sat up only to get pulled back down an exhausted Taishiro who muttered for you to go back to sleep, he'll tell you everything later. 

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero scenarios #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader #dabi x reader #Touya todoroki x reader #hawks x reader

[prettypinkguts]

What would it be like if billy lenz and Brahms to scare there S/O so bad they start speaking in there native language?

A/N: aaa! I’m so excited that I got a request for Billy Lenz! I love that attic boy very much! I’m very sorry if he seems out of character though, I tried my best :) and I apologize if this is not exactly what you had in mind! I went a bit off the rails

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Billy Lenz/Brahms Heelshire scaring their s/o into speaking their native language

Billy Lenz 

Your attic was like those in many sorority houses in the neighborhood, tall and almost fully boarded. It was difficult to stand right at the edges where the roof sloped down, but there was still plenty of room for even the tallest adults. But, unlike many other attics, rather than being filled with junk and boxes left to be forgotten, your attic was slept in almost every night. 

It was your little room. A small single bed, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth that drew over the panes by means of a white cord on which it was run at the top; a tiny wash-stand with an old-fashioned bowl and pitcher of green and white stone-ware, and over it an old-fashioned mirror; a small splint-bottomed chair, and a large braided rug of red woolen rags. That was all, except in one corner, where a rocking chair older than yourself rested and was often the spot that your lover would sit and hold you with rough, twitchy hands. 

It hadn’t always been like that though. When you had first moved into the sorority house, the attic with its low beams was made all the smaller by the heaps of dusty "gems." Every one of them had been stored in battered boxes and garbage sacks for later use or enjoyment. In truth it was a graveyard for these treasures, a place for them to quietly die amongst the cobwebs until their sentimental value had depleted. Out of sight was out of mind and the pain of parting with the item postponed. They were left by the old owners according to Barb, never to be retrieved from the mildew and darkness. You were aware of all of this, yet you still scaled the steps up to the attic, determined to clean it of it’s forgotten treasures and take things of interest. And that’s when you first saw him. 

At first, you were sure that you were dreaming. The room was dark, the party downstairs was loud, and every girl in the sorority house had been shaken up by filthy calls that left a disgusted sneer on their faces and a cold chill down their spines. The previous call was still left etched in your mind, Barb’s angry words, Jessica’s look of discomfort and fear, all of it. However, even as you moved boxes and swept away heaps of dust and dirt in your fixer-upper of a bedroom in what little light you had, nothing could distract your mind from the slight feeling of shame that ran down your back like cold water. You hadn’t been as scared as the other girls whenever the phone had rang. You hadn’t leaned away from the phone in an attempt to block out the disgusting words that rumbled through it. In fact, you had leaned in, eager to hear more and to try and piece together exactly who or what the thing on the other end of the line was. 

“Whatever,” you had suddenly huffed, your back letting out a nice and satisfying crack as you stretched and moved one of the last boxes aside, “whatever it is, I’ll never even see it.” However, as soon as the words had left your lips and your eyes had opened in order to survey the last pile of dirt that needed to be swept, something had shifted in the corner of your eye. You lowered your arms slowly, nose scrunching up in distaste at the thought of your new room being infested by something such as a raccoon. “Already?” you had groaned, nostrils flaring with annoyance as you placed your hands on the nearest broom, “I thought I got rid of you damn raccoons for go- ARGH!” 

A scream of shock and terror forced itself from your lips, your own legs flying out from under you almost as fast as curses from your native language left your mouth for there, standing in the corner of your room was a grown man with curly brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to shine in the dark. He tilted his head at your fit of words, eyes seeming to open even wider as if he was the one shocked that you had reacted in such a way, but the moment you had noticed it was the exact moment that the look had gone. “W-what, what the fuck are you doing here?” you had managed to stammer, but your question was only ignored and was instead answered with a familiar voice saying “I didn’t know you could talk like that.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “You sound different on the phone.”

It was then that a wave of shame and realization flooded down your back in the form of a shiver, your throat suddenly going dry as you struggled to keep your knees from shaking. The phone, this was the man on the phone, and he was in your room. He was taller than you had imagined, his tall and lanky frame becoming more noticeable in the dark as the minutes passed. His boots were brown and dirty, similar to the way the bottom of his bell-bottoms also had dust and mud caked to the fabric. On his torso he wore a tight black sweater, the dark color of the fabric only seeming to make his bright brown eyes and fluffy brown hair stand out more than they should in the dark. And it was will another shiver of deep shame that you found yourself liking his appearance, even as he suddenly began walking towards you, you found it hard and then almost impossible to look away. Even as he twitched and licked his pink lips in a way that would make anyone want to scream or run, you couldn’t even find yourself wanting to move a single inch as he lowered his hand and roughly brushed his hand over your head, his fingers pulling and twisting at your hair as if he were deciding whether he should play with it softly or rip it from your scalp. You couldn’t decide which. Even his words seemed to be conflicted as he whispered almost frantically to himself, eyes glazed over and excited as words such as pretty, lick, kill, and piggy cunt reached your ears. 

“Are you going to hurt me?” you finally choked out, the party downstairs and everything else seeming to fade away slowly until nothing was left but the sound of your beating heart and the sight of the strange man’s face as he would begin to laugh and twitch in a way that you could only guess was a humored shrug. “M-Maybe not,” he twitched again “I think I like your voice t-too much for that” and it was with that, that a shaky slew of words would leave your lips once more and at the sound of them Billy would begin to smile that crooked smile that you would soon come to love. 

Brahms Heelshire 

The rain had gained the ambient temperature of early fall, freezing and paling your skin through the panes of a closed, large glass window. The view through the glass was muddy water in motion, filling deep puddles in the garden just outside the Heelshire manor. The rain that had been falling on this November night was colder than the rest, but sounded and looked the same as you watched the droplets drip onto the crystal clear glass from the comforts of your bed. 

Your skin was covered in goosebumps, a sigh of relief flooding over you as your hand lifted the soft comforter over the ice cold nape of your neck. This was your first chilling rainstorm at the Heelshire manor, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand the booming thunder and freezing weather. You knew it was better than the sweltering heat of summer, but come on, this? This made it hard to breathe. 

Your eyes were barely open, your heart pounding, and your mind racing although you couldn’t think of an exact reason as to why. Just moments before you had been peacefully asleep, but as soon as the first roll of thunder shook the Heelshire manor you had slowly emerged into consciousness. Not a single one of your thoughts were in high definition, the creaks and groans of the old house making your stomach feel uneasy. 

“Brahms?” you whispered out, hands clutching your sheets tight as another roll of thunder threatened to shake the Heelshire Manor, “Brahms are you there?” Nothing. But the more you contemplated waking him up the more you realized that it was impossible for Brahms wasn’t even in bed with you. It had taken your eyes a few moments to adjust, but once they did the scene became clear. An open bedroom door, a cold space next to you, and blankets that seemed to have been moved hours ago. 

Perhaps he was in his old room, you began to wonder, a shiver running through your body the moment your feet touched the chilled wooden floors. “It wouldn’t have been the first time” you sighed, your bedroom door clicking closed quietly behind you as you made your way through the halls and down one of the many staircases. It was extremely late on this particular night, the hands on the grandfather clock in the hallway pointing towards a shocking number 3. The old floorboards creaked and groaned beneath your weight, an annoyed huff leaving your lips every time a mixture of thunder and lightning caused you to jump like a child still afraid of the dark and what might pop around every corner. 

It wasn’t long until you reached the main hallway, the faint taste of tea and honey already making itself present on your tongue as you walked closer and closer towards the kitchen. However, once you arrived in one of your favorite parts of the home, fingers reaching instinctively for the tea kettle and honey, your movements stopped dead at the sight of the backdoor. It was a beautiful door once you glanced at it, for it was a beautiful clean white color with cute curtains to cover the small window and intricate designs to attract your eyes. It was through this door that Brahms would leave to take walks with you, your encouraging words helping him through his sharp breaths and agoraphobia. It was on this door that Brahms had pressed you up against his body in such a loving way that it made your heart flutter and his lips had pressed against yours in a way that made you lose your breath. It was beside this door that Brahms had insisted your futures children's height measurements would go. Yes, it was a beautiful door, but at this moment on this night there was something terribly wrong with it. It was open, you were alone, and flashes of red and blue shined distantly through the trees. 

“BRAHMS!?” the scream scratches your throat raw as it forces it’s way out of your mouth, eyes wide and full of fear as tears already threatened to spill down your cheeks. Police? Had someone called the police? Had they came in while you slept and taken your lover? Was he dragged out of the house and gasping for air without you? Was he in cuffs? Was he hurt? Was he- “AAA!!” A shrill scream leaves your lips once more at the sound of running and the feeling of a body enveloping yours. However, the moment you turn around to face your assailant is the moment you are met with a mask less and out of breath Brahms. His chest heaved and glistened with sweat, his cardigan was falling off his shoulders, and his eyes were as wide as saucers as they stared at your crying face and the open backdoor. “I didn’t mean to-” but the words wouldn’t matter, for as soon as Brahms had wrapped his arms around you, he could see the anger that flared in your eyes. 

Brahms would flinch like a scolded puppy with every single word that you would throw his way, tears streaming down your cheeks as you held him tight and cursed and screamed at him in a language that only you could understand. “You scared me!” you sobbed over and over again, more words in your native language following suit as Brahms could only kiss your forehead and hold you tighter in an effort to calm you, his own accented words mixing with yours as he explained that he had seen the lights and hid in the wall, how he had merely forgotten to shut the door completely, how he was safe, how he was yours. 

#slasher #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slasher x you #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms imagine

[anotherehetalia1p2pblog]

We get a scenario with Kiku and Kuro finding out there s/o is part Kitsune? And when they feel strong emotions their ears pop out? And when they are weak they become a fox entirely due to low magical energy. Like they turn into a fox from being weak and the s/o is embarrassed and ashamed about it. Sorry, I am a huge folklore nerd. But I am glad you feel better mun! ♡ From, Milk

Mun: Awww, that sounds so cute, just like you! I’m going to guess separate scenarios for Kiku and Kuro. Sorry this took me a while, but here it is finally! I love you Milk!<3

“Eh? How? Is this real?”

Kiku and his s/o finally had an overlapping afternoon off. They decided to just walk around the neighborhood and relax for the day since S/o had a bit of a cough earlier.

Unfortunately for them, it started to downpour. They manage to find a bit of refuge under a large tree, but they still got soaking wet.

Kiku was looking up the weather report and seeing what time the rain would end when all of a sudden there was a puff of smoke besides him that engulfed his s/o.

When the smoke disappeared, a pile of clothes and a shivering fox was in the place where his s/o stood.

“...I don’t understand how this happened, but now is clearly not the time to question.”

The rain was not suppose to end for another couple of hours, so as quickly as he could, Kiku picked up the clothes and the fox, tucked the fox under his shirt to stay warm and as dry as possible, and ran back to his house.

As soon as he got home he started the bath and run nice warm water. The foxed seemed to be quite chill, so warming them up was a priority. Once the water was at a nice temperature but the level was still shallow enough of the little fox, Kiku placed it in the water making sure their head stayed above the water. After a few minutes of that, the fox stopped shivering, so Kiku took that as his cue to remove the fox from the water, dry them off, and place them in his futon to stay nice and warm.

With the fox taken care of, Kiku moved on to warming himself up. After a bit of soaking, drying off with a fluffy towel, and getting dressed in his yukata, Kike made his way back to the bedroom where he saw his s/o sleeping peacefully where he placed the fox.

“Well, at least they are back to normal now. Tomorrow is another day, I’ll ask them about it then. For right now, some rest seems best for them. I’ll go make them some porridge in case they wake up hungry.

S/o woke up and come to three realizations. One was their lover, Kuro, was next to them, and two, that it was clear that Kuro knew their secret, and three that this was the worst thing that ever happened to them.

“Well then, what do we have here? Nice of you to wake up. I have a few questions for you though.”

It all came running back to s/o. They were enjoying Kuro’s outdoor bath, drinking a bit of sake, and just watching the stars shine. However, with the combination of the steam and the sake, s/o got a bit lightheaded and turned into a fox. Nothing they couldn’t handle though. Kuro wasn’t suppose to be home for another hour or two, so they had time to get out of the bath, relax, and find their strength again and turn back into a human. That did not turn out that way they had planned though and they realized that as soon as s/o heard the screen door behind them open.

Kuro was a bit perplexed by the sight before him. Instead of his s/o relaxing in the outdoor bath, he saw a fox instead.

Oh hearing his voice, the fox quickly jumped out of the bath and tried to make a run for it. Unfortunatly for them, they soaked a bit too long in the hot springs and passed out before they made it to the door leading into the house.

“So, care to tell me what is going on?”

Kuro’s voice bought them back to the present.

“W-well, umm, you see....Ahhhhhh I didn’t want you to know about this!!!”

“I’m guessing by this you mean the fact that you are a kitsune? I may not be all into magic and that stuff like Oliver and Arthur, but I do know about my own culture. Why didn’t`you tell me?”

“I mean, why would I? I love you Kuro, I don’t want you to leave cause I’m a monster. That would break my heart if you left me. People always leave me once they find out....I can’t deal with that pain again.”

“Clearly you were thinking of the past and not about how I would really act. You know who I am, what I have done, and what I represent. I am the monster here.”

“You aren’t a monster!”

“Neither are you. So, relax, stop worrying, and calm yourself. I’m not leaving cause you can turn into a cute little fox. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily”

With a slight bonk on the forehead, Kuro left the room and gave s/o some time to think. Clearly he wasn’t afraid. He even called him cute...Maybe passing out in the bath won’t be the worst thing that ever happened to them. Maybe it could be the best.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #2phetalia #2p hetalia #2ptalia #japan #aph japan #2p japan #kiku honda #kuro honda #scenario

[peachnymphuniverse]

little things i love/love to do -smell my fingers after peeling an orange -sit on my roof late at night  -playing uke under the porch while it rains  -opening my windows when it’s chilly and bundle up  -slide around in fuzzy socks while my dog chases me -paint my nails and take it off around ten minutes later  -when my ukulele strings leave dents in my newly painted nails  -listen to my broken record player so that the song registers in my head as a little off key  -journal about people’s smiles  -in airports i walk around and smile at everyone and get sad if they don’t smile in response (sometimes i double back and repeat the process until they do) -talk to people i’ve just met in the way i wish i did to the people i’ve known  -make cookies and dance in the kitchen  -close my eyes and guess what flavor jelly bean i get -buy razzles and read in the merc  -new sheets  -freshly cleaned hair  -playing with short (relatively guy) hair  -making tea after a rough day  -nailing a song first try  -sweaters from thrift stores  -the feeling when a stranger is nice to me  -cheeks hurting from laughing so hard  -sporadic adrenaline and finally doing the thing -almond milk over ice -this one gray and pink plate my mom got  -mismatching soft patterns on my bed  -cuddles with pets (or humans on a good day) -the warmth that occurs when someone calls me beautiful  -shiny hair  -writing a good song that makes you feel something  -piling blankets and pillows in a corner and reading  -my mom asking me if i’m happy everyday (and legitimately caring about the answer)  -any type of garnier hair product (smells hella good) -the use of the word heck in any context  -flowers and flower tattoos  -when my sister compliments me (its like the highest form of praise in my life) -the temperature tea is at when it’s hot enough to warm your whole body but not too hot that it burns  -tea that has too much honey  -hummingbirds in general  -my dads laugh  -seeing people kiss (not in a creepy way i just really enjoy love) -guys in sweaters and pastel colors  -incense from rockin rudy’s  -new pj’s -my cat  -the sting of hot showers  -speaking native languages  -people who take random pictures of me  -kale salad -dresses that make me look coot -the smell of burning paper -hugs  -soup -people who give me their hoodies  -making jokes during movies  -folded chips -the farmers market when it rains  -people with warm hands  -people with cold hands  -people (ik i say otherwise but people are actually v wonderful sometimes)  -cinnamon on hot cocoa  -finding a song that relates to your life  -stars  -blue eyes  -baths with music and tea  -wearing my stepdads sweaters  -making a really nice house in sims  -nice teachers @franzen @elder  -people with nice eyebrows #envy -buying people coffee  -going downtown alone for a few hours and not talking while reading or drinking tea  -airports  -beaches (the smell mostly)  -vanilla perfume  -waking up when the blankets are still perfectly in place  -when i’m wearing shorts and my warm kitty curls up on my bare legs  -layers (button down, sweater, jean jacket) -pretzels with peanut butter  -yellow  -new socks  -citrus smelling stuff  -dark chocolate  -old cameras  -rose and mint flavored lip balm -tiger lilies and sunflowers  -when my hair is damp and my head gets it warm -rupi kaur -new watercolors  -thrift store vinyls  -mike and eleven  -knee high socks -overalls  -big flannels + jean jackets -popcorn with chulula  -drive around in my moms convertible  -japanese cherry blossoms  -going to the library with @anna everyday -finding a new song and listening to it till you know each word -rain (the smell) -crunching leaves  -the stars at 2am -using my kitty as a pillow when she’s curled up  -playing the piano (badly) -white curtains -photo booths  -nice handwriting  -earrings  -being under a bunch of blankets  -pretty journal pages  -hugs when it’s cold out  -ink drawings  -making my bed -the fact that my favorite band has a song called hannah -genuine laughs and smiles  -warm soup on cold days  -new jackets  -thick socks  -when it’s cold outside but you have a v good coat and ur all toasty and happy  -soft blankets  -finishing homework early  -fetal position+big sweaters+floor=happy hannah -making up chords on the uke and giving them names like bartholomew and furghi -remembering inside jokes from forever ago and laughing  -laughing so hard you’re incapable of breathing  -belting theatre music when home alone  -suppa warm bagels  -chess w/ tea and mi madre  -making spotify playlists for every mood  -pretty journals  -yellow -knowing little quirks about my friends -asking little questions back and forth with someone i care about  -freckles  -boys eyelashes  -hiking alone  -my soft doggy  -post-it note quotes  -edamame beans with a lil salt at 3 am  -my new mattress (praise the lawd) -getting stuff in the mail  -the people who actually read all of these lmao -long hair (rly missing mine rn)  -big shirts w no pants  -people who have specific smells ex. cotton, lemons, lavender, cinnamon -hugging tall people  -watching the previews before the movie  -messy scribbly handwriting (i think really good handwriting is lacking in character)  -this one picture of my dad from the eighties  -sweet potatoes  -people who use the word beautiful instead of hot  -spoken poetry  -asking boys what their favorite flower is (odds are they actually have one)  -waking up on sundays and making myself breakfast  -being hydrated: drink water kids  -almond milk w a bit of nutmeg + cinnamon  -mixing different teas (i’ve concluded that mandarin orange + ginger is v good) -knowing you somehow made someone’s day better -people who play with my hair -picture books with good plots  -sparkling apple cider  -asmr (lol don’t judge me) -realizing the other day that i am pretty, and if you don’t think so, that’s ok.  -popping popcorn perfectly (ur welcome for the alliteration) -waking up ten minutes before your alarm  -elevators arriving right as you push the button  -warm winter days, today was v nice  -powder blue shirts  -hearing a song from ages ago and realizing that you know every word -plugging your phone in at 1% -the amount of hugs i get every day  -cuddles  -painting myself or people -when a boring class is over @science  -watching a movie after thinking about it for a while  -packing for a plane ride  -new ringtones  -going to the merc and getting the last muffin there  -holding hands with people in a platonic way  -hugs from behind  -comfort food (ex. brown rice and tofu w spinach)  -crème brulèe -driving at night or in the rain  -the way it feels when this certain person says my name -soft hands + long fingers  -mild weather -putting my hand out of the car when it’s chilly  -nail-polish that peels off in one piece  -messy/curly hair  -new pj’s  -hugs that last a while  -giving birthday presents  -calling my cat bean  -“hannah bee” (nickname from my mam)  -cinnamon gum  -noice cancelling headphones  -calling people by their full names  -stiles stilinski falling  -new soap  -brown eyes  -long eyelashes  -soft breathing  -bronze  -swearing but not actually swearing (heck, darn) -fetal position anywhere  -being hydrated  -nose highlight -small stuffed animals  -chocolate milk w straws  -my sister  -having paint left on my hands  -light gray shirts on people  -pillow forts -highways at night  -bumper stickers  -drinking sparkling apple cider out of wine glasses  -when my room is hot + i put my hand on a cold wall -hearing my cat purr  -catching people looking at me and just smiling at them  -hugs that nearly make me fall over  -or that squeeze so tight you have to readjust your footing -new pads of paper -dropping a toxic person/thing and feeling weightless -my new room -shopping w my sister  -eating hot dogs in target w my sister  -friends who ask if you’re ok randomly  -when lil asks how my day went  -singing fallout boy/ed sheeran/bad rap w reya -chocolate cake  -washi tape + journals  -kicking a ball really hard to relive stress  -p4 spanish  -hearing nice things people say abt me -having a messily clean room (w a few things scattered around)  -walking around downtown w tea and friends  -hot pockets (new discovery for me circa monday)  -cracking my neck, knuckles, back -having a heater in my room and always being warm -taking my hair down when it’s still a lil damp and being able to smell shampoo  -a teal 1987 ford bronco in my neighborhood -slow orchestra music  -piano solos  -watching mystery movies and figuring it out before the people do  -subtitles  -protective friends  -today being the first day i haven’t felt spaced out in years  -old book smell  -rain-soaked hair -resting my head on someone’s warm chest or arms  -the acoustic versions of songs i like  -the three people who i’m ok w calling me banana  -how i don’t swear unintentionally anymore  -21 questions  -sleeping at school  -cutting pancakes into triangles  -jim and pam  -jelly beans  -perfect pancakes -tucking my cat into the crook of my stomach  -the office  -empty movie theaters  -coke zero w a straw -the smol boy me and kenzie became friends with  -my package came today -the way my mom sings to her houseplants  -being tickled  -sofffftttt kitty pawssss -sleeping in really late cause i normally wake up early  -golden milk -lullabies  -granola w yogurt + maple syrup + cinnamon -sleeping on the ground in my moms office -big sweaters tucked into jeans  -mad-libs  -collaging -thin sweatshirts  -drinking soup out of mugs  -small straws  -target hot dogs