Russia x Reader - Dancing Shoes
The next two months are a whirlwind of dates and other romantic things like holding hands and hugging. Though that first kiss still hasn't happened yet. You're one to take it slow but Ivan seems to be taking it even slower. You figure after two months of being with each other it's about time for that kiss. Who knows, maybe tonight will be the night.
Yesterday Ivan had messaged you saying to be ready by five and to be dressed up. He always liked his date locations to be a surprise so you weren't really sure what to dress for. These kinds of dates were always exciting and thrilling where your normal daily get togethers were more comfortable. You'd go out to lunch or take walks around the city. He would meet you every day either for your lunch break or after work. Of course there were days when you couldn't get together, usually it was his job that would take him away for a few days when whoever it is he's guarding had business out of town. He had been gone the past three da
Russia x Reader- Just Lunch
It's not even three days later when the doorbell rings and Ivan is standing outside. You blink at him in surprise. He had called you that first night you'd met and talked with you for hours about random things. Then the next day he had texted you, playing would you rather and other silly games through the day. He hadn't said anything about dropping by, though he had asked about your scheduled for the week. He's wearing that same scarf as before, a large tan thing wrapped tightly around his neck, but with a plaid button up and dark jeans. You swallow hard at the attractive man.
"Hello ___, sorry for not asking first but i was hopping to surprise you. If you are not busy would you like to go out to lunch with me?"
You smile wide and nod, "I'd love that. I just have to get ready."
Ivan takes his hands from behind his back revealing a bouquet, "I did not know what flowers you liked so i got you my favorites, i hope they are okay."
Russia x Reader- Blind Date
"A blind date? Really Lovina?" you groan and slump down in your chair rubbing at the growing headache.
"What?! Now that i'm dating Gilbert all you do is sit at home with your cat while you wait for my date to be over. I'm just trying to help you get a life ____."
"Mr. Whiskers and I are perfectly happy, I don't need this 'life' you speak of."
Lovina scoffs and crosses her arms, "You'll thank me for this later."
"Even if I am grateful I won't give you the satisfaction of an 'I told you so'"
"I'll still say it, what are best friends for?" you sigh but decide having a date isn't the worst thing in the world. Besides, Lovina will be there to help bail you out if things get too awkward.
So you haven't had a date in a year or two, just cause you had a bad break up with the last guy doesn't mean you'll never date again. Just because you've been avoiding the male species, except for Mr. Whiskers of course, doesn't mean you hate men. Except maybe
Writing Prompt 7: Dragonfly ToesThe sun was warm on my closed eyelids and set my cheeks pink. I let out a content breath and rearranged my hands over my stomach. I head a faint buzz head my head and i cracked one eye open to see a bright blue dragonfly land upon my shoulder.
It seemed to just stand there wondering what to do now that it had concurred this strange creature. Its wings fluttered and its huge eyes looked into mine. It began to walk down my arm and a thought struck me.
"Do dragonflies have toes?"
It was an odd idea, but one i couldn't quite shake. If they did not then did they walk around on stick legs? Wouldn't it hurt to have all its weight on it's stubbed little appendages? I wanted to ask...but then i remembered that would mean talking to an insect.
I refrained and the dragonfly soon flew off to find another creature to concur.
Writing Prompt 6: She SingsHer lips open tentatively at first then snap wide as her vocal cords vibrate and her melodious voice rings out among the crowd. I sit aghast in my plush velvet chair, binoculars raised high as i watch the gorgeous creature clutch her pale hands and quaver with emotion. Liam turns his face to me and in a hushed whisper proclaims,
"Very good! Isn't she marvelous?"
"Yes, indeed she is."
The notes swirl in the large cathedral, wrapping around each seated body and slowly making their way up to my balcony. Like a warm cocoon the notes envelope me lifting me up with gentle soft fingers. Joy flooding my body and filling my head with total euphoria. Then it's over. Her small pink lips slowly close around the last lingering note and the cocoon floats away. Once again i am just sitting in a boring Opera House on a Friday night with my best friend. My heart sinks.
The joy i felt had been nearly tangible, now only faint traces remain drifting about the room in the titters of the gathered. I want to
Writing Prompt 5: FeatherFeather
The jet black wings of the powerful bird cut through the foggy air, it's sharp beak only missing my cheek by inches. It landed a few feet away on the extended arm of the man who had put me in such a state. Said man let out that unique laugh of his, one that was a mix of terrifying and ridiculous, and took the few steps needed to reach me. I could see nothing more then the toes of his boots and the fire ablaze behind him. There was a crunch of gravel under his feet as he dropped drown to my level, his feet still next to my head. A black gloved hand snaked it's was to my chin and jerked it skyward so my gaze fell on his smug face. I took in his appearance as I glared at him hatefully. His pale face was twisted in a mixture of disgust in me and pride in himself, his dark hat was cocked to the side, and the falcon stood restlessly on his right shoulder.
“Well well, now who's the one eating shit huh?” He pressed my face down to the ground, making sure I still had a good
Writing Prompt 4: Dandelion SeedDandelion seed
The old field was finally starting to come back to life. The entire plot of land was covered in bright yellow dandelions. This place holds terrible memories. Memories of war, or pain, and betrayal. But it was something that had to be done.
I can still smell the blood slicked ground, muddy from all the rain. The shouts of my men resound through my head and cannon fodder fills the air. And then, through all the gunfire and wounded men i see him. My mentor, my brother. I didn't want this to happen, i didn't want to cause him pain. But he had crossed a line, several even, and i needed him to let me go.
I needed to be free.
The world ceased to exist except for me and the Englishman in front of me, wounded and hurting, as his own brother -whom he had raised from a child- turned away from him. But i was thinking of my people, not my own emotions. It would have been selfish of me if i had.
That day was my independence day.
A day of glory and celebration.
A day of morning for oth
Writing Prompt 3: Paper AeroplanePaper Aeroplane
I tapped my slender fingers on the rim of my psychology notebook and stared out the window waiting for the moment the teacher would stop his seemingly mindless chatter. I knew I should be paying attention, writing notes, but today was just one of those days when I couldn't focus. Though that could be because of the distraction in the class with me. Her name was Amelia, and she was the prettiest girl in the whole school. She was so energetic and outgoing, the complete opposite from me. I was shy and not normally noticed. Even at a small age when the other boys were out playing soccer in the mud, I would stay at home with a good book and quietly enjoy that time by myself. Now I almost wished I had been more like the other boys. Tough and manly, that's how I would be able to impress a girl like Amelia. But instead I was a wiry nerdy fellow, who loved books and maple syrup. I could hear her loud but genuine laugh from a few rows away and a small smile grew on my face. I suc
Writing Prompt 2: InsomniacInsomniac
His head tilts up as he examines his face in the bathroom mirror. Chin turning this way and that as he pokes the growing bags under his tired eyes. Maybe medicine is the solution? He wants to be put into a sleep so deep the nightmares can't find him. His hand drifts to the drawer to his right as he pulls out the foundation he had found to be useful. Dabbing a small circle onto a sponge he wipes the makeup across the purple skin until it was only a bit darker then the surrounding flesh, satisfied he replaces the cosmetics and walks out the door. He is sure to apply his fake smile and pushes the images from the other night to the back of his mind as he walks out the door and runs to give his grumpy big brother a good morning hug. His brother doesn't like these hugs, finds the annoying, but these hugs are one of the only things still holding this poor Italian together. As he holds his brother, he hold onto life. He may have stopped sleeping to stop the dreaming, but holding his