suzukeii

I’M STANDING IN FRONT of Harrison Marcoux and I think he’s talking about his daughter’s moth collection. I am not inebriated enough to care, because the booze here is indescribably inadequate. I am, however, utterly at a loss as I survey his outfit. I cannot tell if it is overbearing confidence or sheer stupidity that has led him to pair a lavender Valentino gingham dress shirt with a violet-striped Gant tie. Though the intention is there, the shades are all wrong. It manages to be understated and yet incredibly tacky at the same time. I feel sick, especially when I realise the reason I think like this is because of my disgu

The day Antonio Carriedo leaves is unexpected. A Tuesday. The spring sky above is a soft blue, too innocent for this departure. He doesn't tell me, but I know he wants me to stay. He wants me to stay and take care of things here. Take care of myself. It's a wordless promise I make to him the last time I see him, the last time he gives me a sad smile before leaving to who knows where, where he can't return my hopeful phone calls or emails. I never liked Tuesdays. "Why are you digging a hole?" they ask me when they see the staggering pile of dirt in our yard, the gaping chasm where it used to be. I don't know, I say. I don't know why I'm diggi

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can." Not even the slight, sweet summer breeze blowing across the car park provided relief from the deafening silence. A few tufts of grass that sprang from cracks in the gravel shuddered. Wispy clouds trailed across the open sky, and sunlight beat down on the couple standing outside the World Meeting Centre. "What?" Lovino looked at [Name], his hazel eyes wide in disbelief. "Come on, hit me! Before I lose my nerve." The [hc] girl's expression was fierce, her brow furrowed and mouth set into a hard line. Her hands were raised in front of her, curled into tight fists, and she bounced back and forth on he

And thus marks my first real foray into the Hetalia x Reader... Swearing, of course. But you're the one who clicked on a 2p!Canada story, so there. Her eyes drifted around the opened cabinet. Where was it...? [Name] didn't think she was out already. The last time she'd gone to the store must have been only...five, no, four days ago. Suddenly, the box caught her attention, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness... [Name] stretched up with all of her might to grab the box of pancake mix from the top shelf, her oversized t-shirt lifting up to reveal a pair of blue-striped underwear hugging her bottom quite nicely. Nicely enough that

A storm, they said, but I didn't mind Now stuck in the snow, I'm in a bind My key is gone but your house is near The unfortunate only choice is clear I reach up to knock with a freezing hand The door creaks open and there you stand My stomach flip-flops and pisses me off "It's not like I want this," I say with a scoff The storm is still going, and we're here alone My stupid parents won't pick up the phone Then you walk in, all pleasant and nice With a warm blanket to thaw off the ice My hair is wet And still you get Right up next to me Hot cocoa for you And me here, too What's this hospitality? The warmth of the fire is so heavenly to me