#part2?

summary- angst, no comfort ( ngl i might make a part 2), fem reader, okay now enjoy the story (part 2 is up!!)

You never worried about Nanami Kento.

He was dependable. Predictable in a way that made you feel safe like clockwork. Always home by 6:30, always kissed your cheek with the same calm affection, always asked about your day while your braids brushed his shirt. Never late. Never lacking.

So when you were organizing some papers in his work bag to help him prep for the next morning something you’d done a dozen times before you didn’t expect to find that.

A yellow sticky note tucked into his planner.

“Thanks for lunch again, Ken. I needed that convo you always know what to say. -Miki (your work wife) ”

You read it once. Then twice.

Your heart didn’t drop all at once no, it was slower than that. A creeping sort of numbness that turned into heat behind your eyes… Work wife?

You didn’t remember any “Miki” in the stories he told you. And he always told you about work. Always.

That evening, when he came home loosening his tie, asking gently, “Smells good darling what’s for dinner?” you didn’t answer.

You were already sitting at the table with the note in your hand.

He stopped mid-step.

“Who’s Miki?” you asked plainly.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes flicked down to the note. “Where did you find that?”

“You’re worried about the wrong things. Just tell me. Who is she?”

He sighed through his nose. “She’s a colleague. I sometimes have lunch with her. That’s it.”

“Work wife though?” You tilted your head, tone flat. “That’s what she calls herself, huh?”

Nanami didn’t say anything. Which said everything.

You shook your head, laughing once bitter. “You talk to her about shit you don’t even talk to me about, don’t you?”

“She’s easy to talk to. That’s not—”

“That’s not what, Kento? Not cheating?” you snapped. “You’re not sleeping with her, so I should be grateful?”

“It’s not like that. It was just conversation. She’s going through something—”

“Oh, and you’re her savior now?” Your voice cracked. “You had so many chances to bring her up. Even casually. You chose not to.”

He stepped closer, slower. “There’s nothing romantic. I didn’t hide her to be malicious.”

“Yeah?” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Then why does this feel like betrayal?”

He looked at you really looked at you and you hated that he had the nerve to still look soft. Like he hadn’t just torn something in you without even realizing it.

“You gave her parts of you I didn’t get,” you whispered. “And maybe that’s worse than sex because you let her feel like she mattered.”

Nanami said nothing.

And that silence was louder than any denial.

That night, you didn’t sleep beside him.

You curled up in your own pain, braids against the pillow, wondering if you’d just spent years loving a man who only knew how to give you most of himself —

You and Nathan were surprisingly close, considering how much he teased and poked fun at you.

nonetheless, you both met in the hallways almost all the time, but this day was going to be different.

you were going to be leaving for your home country for a while.

“What do you want?” he says, with his eyebrows furrowed. He’s trying to put on this ‘I dont give a shit bout you.’ persona. But you could always see through it.

“I have better places to be than standing in a hallway with a loser like you.” He really doesn’t. If anything, he’d prefer to be here with you then to be begged to go shopping with Victoria. Not like he hated it, but he knew you talked to him without the word ‘money’ being tossed around every minute.

“Oh- I just have to tell you something, it's kind of important.”

He looks at you and rolls his eyes, and takes a deep sigh.

“Fine…What is it?”

You look at him in the eyes before taking a deep breath and letting the news fall out of your mouth.

“I'm moving to my home country for a while. I wanted to say goodbye before I actually moved away.”

Nathan takes a deep breath and his heart sinks. He doesn't expect this news at all.

“W-wait what?...”

Slowly he realizes that he truly cares about you, and the only sign he shows this is when he looks you in the eye and doesn’t break contact.

“Yeah, I better get going before my parents get mad.”

You say with a frown, as you turn around ready to start heading to your guardians car.

“Wait! ______!” 

He quickly reaches for you to stop you from leaving but fails and only manages to grab your sleeve.

You turn back sharply looking in awe at Nathan, you can barely say anything but let his name tumble from your mouth in a swift breath.

“...Nathan?”

“Please, don’t leave...I beg of you...”

You can see the vulnerability in Nathan that he always hides from others. The persona is gone and with it, that deep pit in his stomach that he always has.

“It’s selfish, but I need you.”

He takes a breath and swallows hard. Tears are welling up in his eyes.

“I need you so badly right now...”

You look at him with surprise and confusion. He ‘needed you’?

“Huh…Wh-what do you mean?” You couldn’t help your face slightly stinging with heat from this interaction.

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking at you right in your eyes.

“You’re the only one I can talk to. The only one who doesn’t judge me. The only one I can truly be myself around.”

He lets out a big sigh. Something clicks in him and he looks at you almost differently than you’ve ever seen.

~You accidentally find his sketchbook~

Hope you guys like this one!

TW: cussing and mentions of stalker behavior

Best experience in light mode

The hot summer sun was caressing your skin as you read over the sentences in the blond-haired boys' book. Comparing the notes to yours, let’s just say that yours didn't have the pizzazz~ that his notes did. 

As you finish up the last page, you feel a slight vibration in your pocket. You take your phone out and see that it is a text from the same person that is letting you borrow their notes. 

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Constructive criticism is always appreciated

Summary : After a bad fight with her dad, Y/n is sent across the country to move in with her mom and little brother. When their mother can't make it to pick her up, her little brother takes it upon himself to do it himself.

Mentions : just some fluff with a small droplet of daddy issues

Word Count : 1,372 words

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"Sorry, Steve! I'm busy today." The curly-haired boy happily grinned while shutting the door on his older friend.

The male stuck his foot in making Dustin open the door once more with an annoyed look on his face this time.

"Come on Henderson! We've had this planned for like 2 weeks now!" Steve complained, his face scrunching up.

Dustin gave a blank stare and casually shrugged, "Got more important things to do---"

The sound of the phone ringing caused both males to freeze. The fourteen-year-old let out a sigh and went to the phone to answer.

Steve rested his body on the door frame and let out a few grumbles under his breath. He and Dustin had planned to go to the arcade. It would be a win for both of them. Dustin would get to play his games meanwhile Steve would impress the ladies with his babysitting skills.

After Nancy, Steve had too many failed relationships to count so he was getting pretty desperate.

"Mom!" Dustin screamed into the phone while racing around the house to go collect a few things. He grabbed onto Steve on the way out. "GET IN THE CAR AND DRIVE!"

The older male didn't hesitate to race into the car and slam his foot on the gas.

Still, he wondered what was so important.

"wait-- so you're telling me, after all this time, you had a sister?" Steve scoffed with a mind-blown expression on his face.

"yes! I told you like a million times in the car and yet you can't get that single fact in your head?!" He exclaimed while giving Steve a frustrated look.

Harrington raised a brow, "Calm down man--"

Dustin shook his head, "I can't calm down! This is my first time seeing my sister in years, Steve! Years I say! I was going to shower so I don't smell like total shit but then my mom had to fricking bail!" He sunk down in his seat with a giant frown plastered on his face.

"Hey," Steve placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure no matter how bad you smell, your sister will be happy to see you."

The young teen swallowed and nodded his head. He proceeded to then quickly mess with his hair to make it look as nice as possible.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Alright, ten minutes until the plane lands." He turned to Steve with an anxious gaze. "It's time." Dustin exited the car and began to walk away but came to halt once he noticed the taller boy wasn't behind him.

"That means you too Steve!" He shouted while motioning him to follow.

The male let out a sigh and reluctantly left his car, "Only because I might be able to meet some fine ladies."

Dustin had never really understood his friend's obsession with being in a relationship. Of course, with his friends all having girlfriends, he was slightly envious but not desperate to hit on every girl he saw, unlike Steve.

"yeah, just no hitting on my sister." The boy demanded in a stern tone.

Steve scoffed, "Oh please Henderson. If she looks exactly like you, there would be no way I would go for her."

Dustin shot him a glare and slapped his shoulder. "My sister's one of the prettiest girls I've ever met, okay? Say anything mean about her or to her and I will snap you in half." He threatened and it was evident the young teen was not joking.

Harrington let out an awkward chuckle and continued walking.

To say that Dustin loved his sister would be an understatement. She was practically his idol. Y/n was smart but a total airhead at times. She was popular while still loving the things typically considered nerdy. Most of all, she never cared what other people thought and that's what drew everyone to her.

Unlike their father, Y/n constantly called him. It was her goal to call him at least once a week and to send a package of things from California every month. And each time Dustin got the package, he'd brag to his friends about how cool his older sister was. There were times that Y/n would stay on the phone for hours with him and sometimes when his friends would come over, she'd talk to them too. Once, she stayed on the phone for three hours and played DnD with him and his friends. Dustin never forgot about it. To this day, it was probably his favorite game of DnD that he ever played.

Y/n was a hero to Dustin. He hated how shitty their dad treated you so when he heard about the giant fight between the two of you, he was happy you'd be moving in with them. Yet, he understood that you were upset about having to leave the only world you knew behind. He was going to do his best to get you to adjust. Even if that meant sneaking into the high school and pretending to be a high schooler.

"So, we just stand here?" Harrington raised a brow while picking at his fingernails.

Dustin shrugged, "Well that's what they always do in the movies."

A crowd of people came down from the top of the escalator, causing a panicked Dustin to turn to his older friend.

"Don't you say anything weird or flirty. Don't you dare mention anything about the upside down or so help me Steve I will slap you so hard all your hair will fall off and you will no longer be a lady magnet!"

Steve looked at Dustin in disgust and wiped away the saliva the boy had accidentally spat off his face.

Dustin fixed his posture before smiling widely and waiting patiently for his sister to come down. But when she didn't come down with the rest of them, he began to feel an uneasiness in his stomach. It wasn't until he heard a loud squeal that he felt like he was going to burst due to the amount of happiness he felt.

"Dusty!" Y/n excitedly squealed out. She dragged her things behind her and shoved past the crowd to get on her little prince.

The older teen practically leaped at her younger brother and tightly wrapped her arms around him. Dustin let out a loud hearty chuckle and nuzzled his head into her shoulder.

As the two pulled away, Y/n grabbed onto his face. Her eye softened as she sighed, "You've gotten so big already, Buddy."

"oh, Y/n! This is my friend, Steve! Steve, this is Y/n, my very awesome older sister." He nudges the brunette with his elbow but when the older teen made no noise, he turned to him.

Steve stared ahead in a trance at the angelic-looking girl standing right in front of him. He was in total shock that the two in front of him could be siblings. They looked nothing alike besides having the same eyes and hair color.

As Y/n gave him gentle eyes, his heart began to melt. And then, she hit him with a smile. A gorgeous toothy smile that made him lose all thoughts and just stare with a goofy grin on his face.

"hey." He leaned on Dustin.

Y/n let out a chuckle, "Nice to meet you, Steve. I've heard lots of great things about you." Y/n raised her brows and bit down on her bottom lip as she turned to Dustin.

Steve's smile grew, "And what has my dear friend said?"

"Make sure to keep my distance from you since you're a player."

The older male turned to the boy beside him and glared. Dustin gave him a sheepish smile and began to back up.

"but~" The girl walked up to Harrington and looked into his eyes."I think you're way too cute to stay away from."

A large grin grew on Steve's face. He took a step closer to the girl. The large smile on his face disappeared as Dustin shoved him to the side. He grabbed onto his sister's hand and began to run like it was life or death.

The girl let out a yelp and ran with her luggage in her hand.

Disclaimer: This will be based on the real world, but they will still have quirks, But just imagine Bakugo being the stepdad to your kids!

Word count: 1312

Warnings: cussing, some fluffy, Bakugo X F!reader 

You were sitting on the couch as the kids were running around playing as it was cold outside, you lived in a house anyway so not as the yelling and stomping was going to bother anyone, as they played you cleaned. As you were cleaning the kitchen you could hear your boy in the front laughing and having fun with his sister. “DIE!” He yelled and you stopped in your tracks, you knew where he learned that, you knew who taught him such things, but you wanted to make sure.

You walk into the front room leaving the undone dishes behind. You walked up to your boy. “B/N where did you learn that?” You asked him softly. “On the news! Katsu always says it! He is so cool!” He smiled brightly, he was really proud of what he said, so how could you be mad at that? That did worry you though. Bakugo has been very distant lately, so you always thought he would be leaving you soon. It hurt your heart that they loved him so much and he was just going to leave like their real dad did. You pat his head lighting. “Just don’t say that in school okay?” You asked. He nodded. “I promise!” He smiled, his sister looked at him and you. “Could you turn on the all might movie for us, momma?” She asked, and you giggled and nodded. You turned on the movie and went back to the dishes as you couldn’t help but let your thoughts take over. Bakugo was gone all day and night, it was as if he didn't wanna be around the kids or me..It did make sense because the man got a short fuse, but when he is around them he is so happy, it just didn’t make any sense to you. You knew he would never ever cheat on you so that wasn’t even on your mind, he was the most loyal man you ever met. Just the overthinking began to hurt why he always let you. 

You look at the kids watching the tv. “Momma gonna take a shower, don’t answer the door, and try not to make too big of a mess.” You spoke lightly as you were slowly draining yourself with your thoughts. They nodded. You walked to the bathroom, you hoped a hot shower would help you clear theses thoughts. You turned on the hot side only as you just jumped in, the burning water hurt but the thoughts before hurt more. As you washed your hair and body trying to relax in the water as you heard the front door open. You knew the kids were listening so it wasn’t them, but you knew who it was when you heard the yelling. “KATU!” “DAD!” Your son was very worried about calling him dad, and that makes sense, because he was scared he would get attached to him and he would leave them. “Where is your mother?” He asked. “Shower. She seemed sad.” The daughter spoked worriedly. Bakugo sighed as he was worried about you too. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door, the steam hitting him in the face like a sauna. “Babe! How hot do you have that water?” He asked worriedly. You sighed as you turned off the water, as you grabbed the towel wrapping yourself in it before stopping out the bath. Your skin was red from the heat of the water, your body was smoking. “I’m fine.” You said with no emotion as you knew the thoughts would return sooner or later. 

You walked past him to the room as you picked out one of his shirts as some short and put them on. Of course he followed, he missed you all day. All he was thinking about was you and the kids all day at work, he was so excited to watch a movie with the family, but after seeing you like this he was worried. He hasn’t seen you like this since your ex left you and the kids. You and Bakugou were best friends before you even thought about dating so he understood you more than anyone else. “What is wrong?” He asked worriedly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You sighed as you knew the hot head didn’t wanna hear your thoughts and the last thing you needed was him getting mad at you, that is all it would take for you to cry right now. “Nothing.” You shrugged. “Listen here you fucking brat, something is wrong. Now tell me.” He gruffed. You sighed as you shook your head. “I’m fine.” You tried to walk away as he pushed you on the bed and held you down. “Tell me what is wrong, now!” He grumbled. You sighed as you held your tears in. You hated when he fought it out of you, but those times you weren't on the edge, crying was rare for you. You always had a good posture, and a good back bone. You looked down, not making eye contact with the man over you. “Are you just gonna leave?..” You asked scared of the answer. He loosened his grip on you, as he looked at you in shock and disbelief, but he understood the trauma you have been through because of the prick before him. He hugged you tightly as you took in his caramel smell. “You idiot, you are stuck with me, just like you were when we were kids. You are not getting rid of me even if you tried.” He spoke. Despite the insults you knew he was being nice to you, conforming you his best when he knew he sucked at it. You chuckled a bit, feeling better as you hugged him. “Then why are you always gone? Do we annoy you?” You asked as you were slowly stocking his back. “Dumbass, of course you annoy me, but I love you guys more than anything.” He kissed your forehead as he smirked at you. “I am not fucking him! He was a prick. I am a dick! Two different things.” He huffed. You smiled. “Okay.” He looked at you. “Get the kids dressed.” He spoke as you looked at him confused. “They are already dressed, but why?” You asked. “Don’t fucking ask questioned! Have them get their shoes on!” He huffed as he got up off you, still in his hero costume. He went to get a quick shower as the kids got their shoes and coats on. You threw on some sweatpants over your shorts and one of Bakugos sweatshirts over his shirt.

Mikey

Mikey is calling. You pick up the phone. “Hello?” “Hi, (Y/N)! I am here.” You sit up on your bed. “What do you mean you’re here?” “I am here as in I am in front of your house ready to take you on a date!” “A date?? Right now??” “Yes! Get dressed!” He hangs up and you look at your phone. Quickly you get up and walk to the closet. You decide on something more casual to wear.  Grabbing your bag you run outside seeing Mikey waiting for you on his bike. “Wow, (Y/N), you look stunning.” He gives you a cheeky grin as you get on his bike. “Mikey, where are we going?” He looks at you. “Getting some dorayaki.” He starts his bike and drives to Shibuya.  After a while of looking around he drags you to a shop and gets two dorayaki. Walking outside he takes you to sit down on a bench under a sakura tree. Mikey hands you the dorayaki. “Thank you!” “Anything for you. I love you.” He grins and gives you a peck on the cheek.

Hanma

It’s 2 am in the morning and the sound of some light tapping on your window wakes you. Looking to the window you see your boyfriend Hanma grinning devilishly. Walking up to the window you open it. “Han-” “Hey doll, what’s up?” He climbs inside your room and looks around. “First time being in your room, pretty cozy looking.” He turns to look at you. You have your arms crossed waiting for an explanation. Hanma chuckles as he embraces you in a hug. “Sorry, I forgot that.” He places a kiss on your forehead as he lays down on your bed making himself at home. “Shu, what the fuck are you doing here? It’s 2 am.”, you start. “Thanks, but I have a watch, so I know the time.” You roll your eyes. “No, like. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Hanma looks at you and extends his arms waiting for you to come up to him. “Spending time with my babygirl, what else?” He grins as you come up to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him turning on the TV.  “What do you want to watch, babygirl?”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu looks around his room. He just cleaned up because in a few minutes you will show up to spend some time at his place. He sighs satisfied as he hears the doorbell. Chifuyu jogs over opening the door. “(Y/N)!” He smiles at you hugging you tightly. “I was so excited for you to come over!” You grin at him. “Me too, Fufu!” He blushes at the nickname you have for him and leads you to his room.  You sit down on the edge of his bed as he strolls over. “I ordered us some food, it’ll arrive in a few.” He grins as he sits down next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He looks at you with a dreamy look on his face as he pulls you in for a kiss. You smile kissing him back.  After a few seconds you pull away from the kiss and look at him. His expression softens and he plants another kiss on the top of your nose.  After the food arrived you sit down on Chifuyus bed. He does the same while munching on some snack. He starts the game “It takes Two”.  Just as you play the game Chifuyu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you while putting his head on yours. “Love you.”

Ladybug short him a brief, annoyed glare, turned, apologized to the crowd and yo-yoed her way out of the crowd before Cat Noir could say anything. Cat Noir was stuck. Badly. He was going to DIE.

"SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN DATING HER AND WHO IS SHE?" He opened his mouth to make an excuse when his ring beeped. Saved by Plagg. How ironic. He made his way away from the crowd quickly.

De-transforming in an alleyway he sighed and handed Plagg his cheese before he had asked. The kwami, needless to say was surprised. "What are you planning kid?" Plagg questioned right after gulping down the cheese.

Adrien smirked in a classic Cat Noir fashion. "Plagg, claws out" Plagg's eyes widened a second too late with realization as he was whisked away into the ring. In Adrien's place, now stood Cat noir. He quickly snuck along the walls, the darkness of the night helping quite a lot. A couple of seconds later he was on a rooftop tapping at someone's trapdoor. He heard a quiet snarl from inside and quietly chuckled to himself. This was going to be very interesting. He didn't know just how much...........The hatch opened.

"CAT NOIR!" Marinette whisper-yelled in annoyance as soon as her kitty jumped into her room. Cat Noir grinned and help his hands up in surrender. She huffed in annoyance. "Chill, purr-inces!! Nobody knows it was you! They saw me kiss you but it well...not exactly you...your shadow! They are trying to figure it out!" She sighed softly in relief. "Good" she mumbled quietly.

Then looking up at him, she scowled. "I am going to kill you." Cat Noir smirked. "No offense purr-inces....but I feel like I'm being threatened by a cupcake.

She huffed and opened her mouth to retort when a soft giggle was heard. Cat Noir's ears perked up curiously as he looked around for the source of laughter. Marinette stiffened. A tiny creature came out of nowhere. She was red all over with random black spots. ”Poor Mari. You’re stuck now.” Cat Noir’s eyes slowly travelled to the floating kwami. Realization hit him. “YOU’RE LADYBUG!!”

 Oooo, a fun one. I’ll try to do as many boys as I’m capable of, I’d hate for anyone to feel left out.

Let’s start with the Axis.

Japan: Poor blushy, timid little thing he is. I’m sure he’d be squirmy and shifty enough just from someone touching him, and that would absolutely be amplified by hunger. He would feel so sensitive and would try to find an excuse to get them off before anything embarrassing happened, and granted the person laying their head on his belly enjoys his embarrassment, it would continue to get worse~. He would try to distract someone away from his stomach while it growls, and if he gets called out for it I imagine his face would become terribly red with embarrassment. Any growl loud enough that he simply can’t deny it, he would probably look away from them and try to cover up his face to ‘hide away’ from his own body. Poor dear~ He probably wouldn’t be the one to go hungry for a partner’s enjoyment, at least in public, as doing something so intimate that could make itself so obvious would be crippling.

Italy: Japan’s antithesis. He’s more confident, if you could even say that, and he’s definitely used to feeling hungry all the time-Because he IS hungry all the time. He would probably warn someone before they put their head on his belly (Ve, it’s very noisy~ Are you sure~?) but I don’t think he’s immune to embarrassment. I suppose it would depend on his mood! If he was trying to assure someone he’s not hungry, whatever the reason be-Maybe they just cooked for him and he doesn’t want them to think they did a bad job or that they didn’t make enough? Maybe he assured someone he wouldn’t need to eat before they went out or did something and he doesn’t want to admit just how wrong he was? Totally up to you.-he would be terribly embarrassed by his own belly calling him out. I think of him more as someone who would want to lay on someone’s belly and, upon hearing it moan or whine, insisting on cooking for them to fill them up. I doubt he would try to embarrass them (though he probably would unintentionally) and if he wanted to go hungry to make a partner happy, I doubt he would last too long. 

Germany: Ooo, can you just imagine? Getting to lay on his belly would be a challenge of its own, but doing so when he was hungry? I imagine he gets rather grumpy when he’s hungry, so touching him would probably get you yelled at depending on how acute the hunger is. He has a lot of pride to protect!  Granted you got past that first barrier, laying on his hungry belly would be quite the experience. His face would heat up when he feels it grumble under their ear, and if they were to say something he’d probably tell them to get off of him so he could go and feed himself or, if he was in a bad mood, he would yell at them for the same reason. He’s a big guy who needs a lot of energy, especially if he’s exerted himself a lot, and if he hasn’t had the chance to eat his stomach will be vocal about it, to his dismay. 

How about some Allies? 

Britain: Oh boy, speaking of high-strung. He’d be another one that would be hard to get through to. I think this could go two ways. If this is someone he’s more comfortable with (Can you believe it?) he might not be so terribly uncomfortable. He’d try to find something else to do, maybe tea, that could help, and do his best to ignore the person and how weird all of this feels. If he’s tense, he’d be rigid under the person’s ear, shifting when his gut clenched up (A warning, he knows it and doesn’t want to deal with it) and the second it growls he’d blush and maybe give a whimper or a grunt, angry at his belly and how terribly annoying the other person is for making him do this. Upon being teased he’d get angry, calling the other person an idiot for even trying to do this and storming away from them .He won’t be angry for too long, though, especially if the other person is the one cooking for him ;)

America: There’s an America for every Britain out there. He would probably laugh at the question, being asked if they could lay on his belly, and just shrug it off with a ‘sure’ or a ‘yeah, I guess’ upon realizing that they actually wanted to do this. He would get bored, sitting and waiting around so he would probably try to keep himself busy-Not because he hated what was going on but because sitting around while someone lays on his belly is boring, even if he is ravenously hungry-so much so that he might not even notice his stomach’s murmuring. But, like everyone else-He just might notice his stomach! He might get embarrassed and those glasses might fog up, a very unheroic move in his eyes, and the only cure for something like that is to be properly fed and spoiled~ 

Russia: Another soft, fun one. I doubt that him being used to someone or not used to someone would change how this goes-I think his stomach is the most sensitive part of him in a few ways. He covers it up and I get the sense that he’s embarrassed about his weight (No need, hon, we all love you) and I’m sure he’s embarrassed about his stomach’s complaining. He doesn’t fully understand it, maybe, and therefore hates it. He punches and murmurs insults at it when it continues to grumble despite the fact that he just ate (Not enough, surely) and hates the pain that comes from it when it complains. He would probably recognize that pain and get all flustered when someone wants to put their ear on his belly, as he knows what is going to happen if they do. He would try to change their mind, but if they insisted he would reluctantly let them-That blush never leaving his face as his stomach growls and gurgles inside of him. He would squirm, telling them he hadn’t had the chance to eat quite yet if asked about it, and would possibly start tearing up~ Sweet little thing. Well, not little, but I digress. 

Goodness, how about a few of our Spanish boys before we call it a day? 

Spain: His kindness would, again, be his downfall. He would ask them to repeat the request, giggling nervously at it, and warn them of his stomach. “I haven’t eaten, you’re going to hear it”, maybe, or “I don’t know, it’s been acting up.” He would be a mix of calm and tense, trying to get himself to relax even as his organs twist and turn under his skin. He would try to be welcoming to them and would get frustrated with his stomach for being so hostile, assuring them after it growls not to listen to it or that it’s just making noise for no reason. Should someone offer him something to eat, THEN he would be embarrassed, as his blush had been called and he would have to say yes. He’s hungry and needs to eat~ 

Romano: Can you guess what this one is going to look like? He’d be nearly impossible to get close to, and I doubt he would want to sit around while he’s hungry. He would let his stomach growl openly, telling the listener that he was hungry and that he needs to eat. Maybe, then, the listener would tell him that they would cook for him if he’d let them listen for a while. What is Romano to do then? He would tell them he didn’t need them, that he could cook for himself, but maybe he’s feeling lazy or is even hungry because he can’t afford to feed himself~ He would be forced to do it, but that wouldn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He’d get progressively grumpier and grumpier as his stomach begins to feel emptier and emptier, and he would think of the grumbling as a punishment for both of them. Upon the growls being heard, he would say something along the lines of “That’s what you get for not feeding me, idiot, what did you expect?”

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