LaurenLovesU1990

You certainly weren't expecting to see a flower on your front porch that unremarkable morning, but there it was. Pouring yourself a coffee and trying to manage your impressive bed-head, you had only been half-awake in the sun-bleached kitchen when something caught your eye as you stared listlessly out of the window, vaguely appreciative of the sunny skies and slowly-blooming plants finally rousing themselves from a winter slumber. It's a pleasant change from grey skies, at the very least. What attracted your attention, though, was a flickering of red that kept darting in and out of the frame of the kitchen window. It was moving too quickly f

 Allistor sat in the chair constantly shifting and moving. He couldn’t sit still; he stood up and paced back and forth. He scratched his head which he only did when he was distressed. He sat back down and shook his leg; he buried his face into his hands and tried to calm his breathing down. He leaned back in his chair and groaned. “Will you stop fidgeting, I know you are distressed but please calm down,” his younger brother Arthur coaxed. Allistor was the second born of the family after their brother Oliver, and then it was Allistor, then Ian, then Arthur. They almost never got along and constantly bullied each other over

 (Name) sat in her room later that night, surprised, but pleasantly so, at how the evening went. She smiled sweetly at the memory of his kiss. She gently touched her hand to her lips, how could things have gone any better? She began to write. She finally had the urge to write again. Her hands flew across the page. She was writing another poem. But this one was about all the good in her life. She read it over and sighed. It’s still wasn’t up to her standards so she crumpled it up and tossed it in the direction of the trash can next to her desk. Though the poem bounced off the edge and tumbled towards the door. ------ ---------- --

 “(N…Name), luv, what…huh?” he exclaimed, shocked by her outburst and embarrassed that in the middle of his brother’s pub, he’d just been knocked on his ass by a woman. “Don’t worry about it (Name).” she said repeating his words as he struggled to his feet, “I’ll be there luv, don’t worry. I’ll remember and be there an hour early.” He looked at her realization washing over him of just how much trouble he was in. “I was stranded at the airport, in a city that I haven’t been in for over fifteen or so years back when I was a kid, for over an h

Scotland X Reader ~ To Give and Take Alistair shuffled his body on the bed to curl your body next to his comfortably, and you lay your head on his shoulder. You tousled hair spreading onto the bed as you lazily dragged a hand up to rest up on his chest. “I dreamed of singing at the Metropolitan as a child,” you dreamily said as Alistair dragged his fingers through your hair from root to tip. “Ever since I first heard Habanera as a small child I was entranced by Opera,” you wrinkled your nose as your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead, his breath reeking of the cigarettes that he smoked zealously as he huddled o

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you…One day that'll change…One…day… When someone phones your house at two in the morning, that someone won't be telling you something you like. You knew this to be a fact…Which was why you contemplated letting the call go to the answering machine. You had been in the middle of a nice, restful slumber when that damn shrill ringing woke you. Even if you did pick up the call, you would sound far too grouchy to make any civil conversation. Don't answer…you repeated in your head, like a mantra. Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. But, when your imagination led you to thi