1: What is your native language?
2: Have you learnt any other languages? If yes, what are they?
3: Have you ever read a book in a foreign language?
4: Did you learn any languages at school? If yes, what were they?
5: What is the prettiest language?
6: What is the ugliest language?
7: Have you ever made up your own language?
8: What languages do your parents speak?
9: If you were granted a wish that allowed you to instantly be able to speak any language, which would it be?
10: Have you ever tried to learn sign language?
11: Have you ever watched a movie with subtitles in a different language, or vice versa?
12: Choose a Scandinavian language you’d like to learn.
13. Choose a Slavic (eastern European) language you’d like to learn.
14. Choose an Asian language you’d like to learn.
15. French, Spanish, Greek - which is the best?
16. German, Dutch, Italian - which is the best?
17. Have you ever been embarrassed by a native speaker of the language you are trying to learn?
18. Name a dead language that you wish to make a come back.
19. What is your native language / homeland famous for?
20. What language is overrated?
21. What language do you think is too intimidating to learn?
22. What language should more people speak?
23. What language uses the prettiest alphabet?
24. What language uses the weirdest alphabet?
25. Try to find some foreign currency in your house. Where is it from?
A/N: Thank you to all those who followed me and read my first fic! I’m thinking of doing a part two to this one, so if you like it, let me know!
Your fire escape had always been your favourite part
of your apartment. Situated outside your
bedroom window, you had spent countless hours of your life lounging on the
metal steps, reading a book or catching up on some homework. Last summer, you had wound a string of fairy
lights around the rails, which were coated in shiny dark paint. Your landlady had protested at first but,
after you proved that they weren’t endangering the use of the fire escape in
any way, she had let you keep them. The
small victory had brought a smile to your face, and now your escape was even
cozier than before, and was still just as cozy a year later. This year’s summer brought scorching heat and
clear nights, and you spent most of your free time out on your escape, trying
to catch a breeze.
You sat on your fire escape now, wearing a lightweight
hoodie and pajama shorts, doodling in a journal. School was out for the week and tomorrow didn’t
require a six am wake up call, leaving you free to stay up late and admire the
Queens skyline at night. It was nights
like these that you loved the most; nights that seemed like they were pulled
straight from a movie scene, with stars that glimmered like flames, a full moon
bigger than you had ever seen before, and the sounds of the city mixing in with
the quiet melodies that drifted out of the speakers propped up on your window
sill. You would be content for the rest
of your life if you could keep moments like these forever.
Do you want know Italy? Do you want see the deep contradictions of this country and his beauty? I’ve choosen 22 movies that, according to me, show my country without explanations or something like that.
Obviously, this is a personal and non complete list. Let’s begin.
Il Gattopardo - The Leopard (1963, Luchino Visconti, adapted from the novel of Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa.)
Why you need to watch: the birth of Italy in 1861 and the first political class of the new nation.
Il Portaborse - The Yes Man (1991, Daniele Lucchetti)
Why you need to watch: political class of Italy 130 years later, and scandal of “tangentopoli”.
Divorzio all’italiana - Divorce Italian Style (1961, Pietro Germi)
Why watch: there is not law in Italy before 1970 to get divorce. If I need divorce, how can I get it? This movie show this.
C’eravamo tanto amati - We All Loved Each Other So Much (1974, Ettore Scola)
Why watch: this movie talks to your heart. Illusions of youth days, love, friendship, political involvement, and evolution of three friends through the years.
“We tought we could change the world, but the world changed us”
Diaz - don’t clean up this blood (2012, Daniele Vicari)
Why watch: also this is Italy. Brutality reaction of police during riots against G8 of Genova. “The most serious suspension of democratic rights in a Western country after the Second World War.“ (Amnesty International)
Il giovane favoloso - Leopardi (2014, Mario Martone)
Why watch: the story of the best italian poet. This is enough to watch it.
Parenti serpenti - Dearest Relatives, Poisonous Relations (1992, Mario Monicelli)
Why watch: a malinconic movie about christmas. A typical southern Italy family reunites in the native home in Abruzzo for Christmas Seasons. The most poisonous dark comedy made in Italy.
Romanzo di una strage - Piazza Fontana: Italian Conspiracy (2012, Marco Tullio Giordana)
Why watch: the most turbolent years of Italy. Terrorist attacks of marxists, red brigade, anarchist, fascists, and golpe against the goverment.
La meglio gioventù - The Best of Youth (2003, Marco Tullio Giordana)
Why watch: the story of two brothers trough the most important events of Italy from 60s to 2000.
La vita è bella - Life is Beautiful (1997, Roberto Benigni)
Why watch: a wonderful and humoristic tale of a jew librarian during holocaust who wants preserve his son from horror of Lager. Italian movies can shows malinconic things with a taste of humour, and comic things with a taste of malincony.
Il secondo tragico Fantozzi (1976, Luciano Salce)
Why watch: one of my favourite comedy. The frustrating life of an employee during 70s.
I soliti ignoti - Big Deal on Madonna Street (1958, Mario Monicelli)
Why watch: a group of crooks decide to rob a pawnshop with a perfect plan. The life in slums of Rome.
Johnny Stecchino - Johnny Toothpick (1991, Roberto Benigni)
Why watch: a comedy about mafia in southern Italy. Because to destroy Mafia; also a laugh can be powerful.
Ladri di biciclette - Bycicle Thieves (1948, Vittorio de Sica)
Why watch: one of the most famous italian neorealist movies. How to start again with the background of ruined nation after WWII.
Accattone (1961, Pier Paolo Pasolini)
Why watch: It’s a story of grit, that is thrilling and fascinating in equal measures, and with the stamp of a great director.
Scialla (Stai sereno!) - Easy! (2011, Francesco Bruni)
Why watch: to be an adolescent in Italy during 2000s.
Roma, città aperta - Rome, open city (1945, Roberto Rossellini)
Why watch: how was the Nazi occupation of Italy.
Il grande cocomero - The Great Pumpkin (1993, Francesca Archibugi)
Why watch: How children were treated in italian asylum and how this is changed. Real life of a doctor who changed this.
Totò, Peppino e la… Malafemmina - Totò, Peppino and the Hussy (1956, Camillo Mastrocinque)
Why watch: one of the best ever made comedy of Italy.
Mediterraneo (1991, Gabriele Salvatores)
Why watch: “for everyone who wants to escape”.
Non essere cattivo - Don’t be bad (2015, Claudio Caligari)
Why watch: to understand how is live in the outskirts of Rome to Ostia.
La mafia uccide soltanto d’estate - The Mafia Kills Only in Summer (2013, Pif)
Why watch: to understand that mafia is not tourism, is not folklore, is not culture, is not fascinating.
I recommend to watch italian movies in original language with subtitles. Listen the orginal voices of actors its a completely different thing.
This is an open list, I am sure I forgot something. Advices are wellcome.
“Toh” - “Be’?” - “Boh” - “Bah” -> Could you explain that please? 😅
Ahaha sure 😊
* Toh it’s an expression of surprise, so in this case it means ‘Look at this’ ‘Hello there!’. (In Rome, this conversation would begin with ‘Ao!’)
* Be’ short for ‘Bene’, meaning ‘well’. So it’s saying 'So what?’ 'What’s going on?’ This is pronounced as a question.
* Boh this is a truly beautiful word and I’m sad it’s not universal tbh. It’s an exclamation that implies carelessness, that something is important, not knowing something. In most cases you use boh when you want to say that you have no idea. In this case it pretty much means 'Whatever!’
* Bah yet another exclamation; of surprise, annoyance, disappointment. It’s pretty much means again 'whatever’, but in this case it’s saying 'As usual’ or 'Nevermind then’ and A LOT would depend on the tone in which it’s said.
I drew my first impression of him before but today I asked what were there first impressions of me. When I first met my boyfriend, he was wearing black scarf and black jacket, so he looked like a bear.🐻
This was actually harder for me to put together than the French and Spanish ones, as I don’t listen to much “modern” Italian music, and I feel that’s what learners would like to have some advice on. In the end, I mostly went for classics, I hope you can forgive me ;) As usual, the playlist is only half-serious, and I tried to include links to videos featuring both the Italian lyrics and the English translation when I could. Enjoy!
Mina – also known as the Tiger of Cremona, she’s been called the greatest Italian singer of all time, so I’d say her songs are definitely worth a listen. Famous titles are Tintarella di luna [x], Se telefonando [x]and Città vuota [x].
Fabrizio De André – probably the most famous Italian songwriter ever, and a crowd favorite for sure. Listen to his works if you’re looking for melancholic tunes and thought-provoking lyrics; I’d recommend Il testamento di Tito [x], La canzone di Marinella [x] and Fiume Sand Creek [x](but honestly I’d recommend his whole discography and I’ll always be glad to translate his songs if anyone wants me to).
Francesco Guccini – another great songwriter. L’avvelenata [x] is what you want to listen to if you wanna learn some swear words (or if you just need to vent), Canzone per un’amica [x] might kill you inside if you’re like me, and Auschwitz [x] is a powerful but delicate ballad about the death of a boy in a concentration camp.
Mia Martini – one of the most soulful voices in our musical history, who died in the Nineties under circumstances that to this day are still not completely clear, many great lyricists wrote for her. In her repertoire you’ll find hits like Minuetto [x], Almeno tu nell’universo [x] and Piccolo uomo [x].
Lucio Dalla – keeping in line with the Italian songwriting tradition, here’s another household name. Listen to 4/3/1943 [x], Caruso [x] and L’Anno che verrà [x] (here sung in a duet with Francesco De Gregori, yet another singer-songwriter).
Tiziano Ferro – so, here’s an artist that’s still consistently active nowadays (I’m more versed in his earlier songs, though). If you know how to scream-sing at least the chorus of Sere nere [x] you’ll blend among Italians in no time; Non me lo so spiegare [x] is also a classic, as can be said of E fuori è buio [x].
Laura Pausini – possibly one of the best known Italian singers worldwide right now. Her big breakout song, La solitudine [x], is now a cult. Strani amori [x] and Simili [x] are also worth mentioning.
Caparezza – the first rapper on this list! Cool lyrics and quite far from stereotypes, but not the easiest to understand, I’d recommend him (strongly) to more advanced learners. Among his older songs I like best, Vieni a ballare in Puglia [x], Eroe [x] and Legalize the Premier [x].
Elisa – beautiful, melodic voice. Luce [x], Ti vorrei sollevare [x] and Eppure sentire [x].
Rino Gaetano – a voice with a raspy quality to it with which many a generation has fallen in love. Listen to A mano a mano [x], Ma il cielo è sempre più blu [x] and Gianna [x].
Fiorella Mannoia –Quello che le donne non dicono [x] and Il cielo d’Irlanda [x] are old hits of her, a more recent one is Combattente [x].
Jovanotti – funky, alternative hip-hop, pop. Check out Penso positivo [x] (old and upbeat one), Sabato [x], and A te [x] (the song everyone was dedicating to their friend/significant other/cat when it came out).
Baustelle – indie rock group. Personally, I like Gli spietati [x], La guerra è finita [x] and Le rane [x].
Eros Ramazzotti – he was only twenty-one years old when he first competed in the Sanremo festival with Terra Promessa [x]. You can also check out Adesso tu [x] or Più bella cosa [x].
Gianna Nannini – have a look at Fotoromanza [x], Bello e impossibile [x] and Sei nell’anima [x].
Max Gazzè – I almost forgot about him! Witty, generally upbeat and fun (but also interesting) to listen to. La vita com’è [x], Sotto casa [x] and Teresa [x] are cool songs of his.
BONUS – random songs I like (and more)
Alice [x] –we mentioned De Gregori, and this is one of my favorite songs of his (but there are many more! Rimmel, Niente da capire, Generale…).
Per Elisa [x] – singing this one is an artist called Alice, haha. You’ve got to watch the video, she makes the funniest/most badass faces.
La terra dei cachi [x] – by Elio e le storie tese, pretty emblematic as far as the Italian spirit is concerned. Might be a little tough to catch, though.
La bambola [x] – there had to be some Patty Pravo in this. “The girl from the Piper club”, as she was known at the beginning of her career, is a true icon of Italian music.
Ti regalerò una rosa [x] – a touching ballad that won the Sanremo festival in 2007.
Controvento [x] – I’m not the biggest fan of Arisa’s songs, but I really enjoy this one.
Per tutta la vita [x] – I really like Noemi’s voice. Fun fact: she was the soloist in Disney Pixar’s Brave!
Luci a San Siro [x] – melancholic hymn to a lost romance and youth.
Notte prima degli esami [x] – Antonello Venditti making high school seniors emotional since 1984.
Triangolo [x] – the song that comes to every Italian’s mind whenever show writers throw in a daring love triangle.
Il gatto e la volpe [x] – Edoardo Bennato’s take on two well-known character from Pinocchio.
50 special [x] – a classic, you’ll end up singing it to the top of your lungs with your high school friends sooner or later.
Gli anni [x] – basically, same as above (and it’s a rule that has a tendency to be valid for every 883 song).
Monna Lisa [x] – Ivan Graziani in one of his best performances.
Maledetta primavera [x] – come on, it’s called “Damned Springtime” and was covered in way more languages than I thought.
E la luna bussò [x] – sung by Loredana Berté, Mia Martini’s “edgier” younger sister.
…I could go on forever, but here’s a list I made featuring a bunch of songs that marked my childhood [x] (and probably those of many others Italian twenty-somethings).
I also translated I promessi sposi in dieci minuti [x]. You’ll find a thorough explanation of what this is in the link, but let me tell you that this epic mash-up features a lot of Italian hits, albeit with different lyrics, so it’s a great resource! If you want me to, I can write you down a list of songs that appear in it.
as I was making this list, I noticed that @langsandlit had just written a post suggesting many artists definitely worth checking out [x]. Give it a look, it’s really helpful and I agree with what he wrote (plus, there’s a significant section dedicated to contemporary artists).
There’d be many, maaany more (and I might make a second post soon, maybe slightly more concise haha), but that’s it for now!
Hey guys, if you could live anywhere in the universe, where would it be??
I'm not sure I like the thought of settling down somewhere permanent... I would be fine living like this in the ship, travelling the universe helping people.
Wow,,, that is like a way deeper response to this question than I was expecting. I was thinking more like 'somewhere by the ocean' or 'a planet full of cute girls'
I'd live in a volcano.
What??? No. Keith. No one would ever want to live in a volcano.
I would. You said anywhere in the universe. I'll live in a volcano.
But.... That doesn't even make sense! It's so hot. You would literally melt!
Well I'd like to live on a grassy, peaceful planet.
What's so 'hm' about that???
Oh no, it's just, I thought you'd want to live somewhere really tech-y. Lots of computers and stuff like that
Well maybe I'd want to take a break from all that once in a while; somewhere green and quiet...... And I mean, I'd take all my equipment with me too of course. I can take all my equipment with me right??
Wait, does this mean we'd all be living on different planets??? Because I'd want to live on the same one as you guys.
Because I could totally find a planet with a volcano-
Keith is not living in a volcano!
-lots of grass, and like a space station for Shiro or something.
........... Actually.... That kinda sounds like Earth doesn't it? I think... That's still where I'd pick to live.
Doesn't hurt that it's got the best Italian food in the galaxy.
Everyone, collectively groaning:
Based on the now infamous Lion Quiz in the Voltron Guidebook
The first time Steve decided to ask Tony to marry him, he made sure to plan everything out perfectly.
A fancy restaurant- Tony’s favourite place, just a few minutes out from the Tower. It was small and no-nonsense and served the best Italian food Steve had ever tasted. He’d set everything up- made sure to inform the restaurant owners and get them to keep away any paparazzi that happened to be lurking around the place, and told Tony to dress fancy.
It was going to be perfect. Steve wanted it all to be perfect.
They’d eaten their desserts, and Tony had been laughing loudly at something Steve had said; his face creased with lines of happiness that Steve adored. The box in Steve’s jacket pocket felt heavy- and he knew that he had to do it tonight. Wanted to do it tonight.
“Tony?” He grabbed at the hand that was resting on the table, mentally steeling himself. He knew that the question would undoubtedly illicit some sort of reaction from Tony- and that reaction would undoubtedly be an… interesting experience to deal with. But hell- Steve wasn’t expecting anything less, and it had been months since anything even vaguely resembling ‘normal’ had occurred in their lives anyway. Steve was used to it.
Tony looked over to him, raising an eyebrow. “Mm?” He replied softly.
Steve opened his mouth, wondering what the hell he was actually going to say. He had planned it all out, yeah- but there was a difference between theorising all this shit and actually asking someone to spend the rest of their life with you.
“Tony,” he said again, and his throat felt dry with nerves.
“Steve,” Tony answered, equally serious, but with an eyebrow raised in amusement. Steve didn’t blame him- he probably looked like an idiot right now, with his mouth working up and down like some sort of stupid fish-
“Listen,” Steve said, “I have something I want to-”
Of course- that was when all the windows blew out.
The world shook and Steve automatically reached out for Tony, pulling him into his chest as they went flying across the room. There were screams heard outside on the streets, and Steve sighed in dismay and tiredness.
Trust aliens to attack right now. If they hadn’t noticed, Steve was kind of fucking busy. Absolutely fucking typical.
They both landed on the floor with a thump, and Steve rolled them expertly under the cover of a booth. “You didn’t happen to bring your suit, did you?” He hissed into Tony’s hair.
Underneath him, he felt Tony grin against his collar, popping a quick kiss there absently. “Nope. You got your shield?”
“Where the fuck do you think I’d be storing a shield?”
Tony shrugged. “Fair enough. Looks like we’re just going to have to improvise then, aren’t we?” He asked, rolling up his sleeve and revealing his gauntlet watch from under the fabric.
Steve sighed. “Yep. Looks like it.”
Okay. Another time, then. He could wait.
For now, there were plenty of aliens to take out his anger on.
Characters: reader, Bucky, Wanda and Pietro (mentioned)
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
You waited a few minutes until the driver’s side door opened with a squeak and Bucky slid inside. Shaking his head, water droplets sprayed in your direction making you squeal in laughter while shielding your already damp self.
Bucky threw you a wide grin, feeling a familiar warmth inside you grow despite the chill seeping in from your wet clothes. He held out a hand and you gave him the keys with the engine roaring to life seconds later.
“Ready,” you replied, wondering what this unexpected night would bring.
Conversation was impossible on the ten minute drive to Bucky’s place. The loud thundering of rain pelting the truck’s roof along with Bucky’s need to concentrate on the road with very little visibility, you resigned yourself to silence. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to unabashedly stare at the man you hadn’t seen in two years, and yet you instantly still felt that comfort and ease in his presence.
Bucky was right, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a bit longer with a few more laugh lines around his eyes, but you found that they made him even more attractive. One of your first observations, though, was the lack of a ring on his finger. That still wasn’t a definitive answer to a question you had yet to voice, though.
Last night was horrible to say the least. Running into Bill had ruined her night, a night she was excited about, desperately needed and pulled herself together for, which made her all the more upset. Today she was going to a café for lunch with Maddie and Victoria, the latter was about to pick her up in a few minutes. She knew that she was not going to bump into Bill and that made the idea a whole lot more appealing.
She had just finished applying her makeup when there was a knock on the door, breaking her from her thoughts.
After quickly wrapping a scarf around her neck, she hurried to the front door.
‘It’s going to be a good day, a very good day. No more surprises; no more Bill.’ She thought, unlocking the door and twisting the knob before pulling the door open fully.
So much for no surprises.
She shifted uncomfortably where she stood.
She had told him that he could see her another time, she just didn’t think he would actually remember. He was completely wasted after all.
“Y/N-” Bill began.
“I’m going out for lunch with friends.” She blurted out.
He stuck his hands into his jacket pockets, looking down at her with a shy expression.
“Are you?” He wondered, softly.
She reached for her black trench coat, which laid disregarded on the stool instead of its usual place on a hook; she had simply tosses it aside when she got home the previous night, in no mood to care for such frivolous tasks.
She slipped the dark fabric over her body before knotting this ties around her waist and grabbing her purse.
“Yes.” She said, sternly. “Just like yourself, I’m an open book.”
His eyebrows furrowed.
“Would you rather I not have told you? Just waited until the truth somehow came out?”
She sighed, crossing her arms around her waist.
“No. I wish you hadn’t have slept with someone.” She retorted, expression becoming harder.
He knew that he was in the wrong, she had every reason to be mad at him, never want to see him again. Yet, he still wanted to be apart of her life; he was going to get her back, no matter what.
His pale green eyes settled on hers.
“When will we talk about it?” He pressed.
She looked down at her feet. Would she ever be ready to discuss things with him? Wouldn’t it just set off another wave of emotions? She did not want to feel anymore. However, she owed it to him to at least speak civilly like adults.
“Okay.” She agreed, meeting his gaze once again.
He exhaled deeply.
Was he nervous?
“Are you available on Friday?” He asked, looking down at her smaller frame.
He got a nod in return.
“Does dinner at Amore’s sound good? Seven o'clock?”
Everything hurt then. Amore’s was a tiny Italian café just off the water in Old Town, where they had many of their dates, one of which was the most memorable.
The chairs were rustic wood, vines adorned the patchy brick walls of the outdoor seating area and the lighting was always dim, as to not interfere with the small candle in the middle of the table. Yes, Amore’s was the best old-fashioned Italian restaurant in all of Sweden.
She fiddled her fingers nervously, the waiter having taken their orders a few minutes ago, leaving her with an important question to ask him.
“Bill?” She spoke, quietly.
He nodded whilst chewing on some bread dipped in an olive oil and balsamic concoction.
She knew what words she needed to say, they were fairly simple, yet the concept was not; it was life changing.
He noticed her internal fretting and placed his large hand over her smaller one, running his thumb over the back of her hand.
“What’s up?” He asked, trying to be casual to downplay whatever emotion she was feeling.
She looked up at him and bit her lip.
“I… I was wondering if you maybe… wanted to move in together?” She spoke, shyly.
His full lips cracked into a smile and he laced his fingers with hers.
“Of course I do.” He assured her, beaming a wide smile.
She was hesitant for a second longer: “Are you sure? I mean you don’t have to. I was just throwing it out there as a possibility.”
He laughed, that beautiful, deep laugh that melted all of her fears; he wanted this too.
“I’m certain.” He confirmed.
She allowed herself to smile and squeezed his hand back, glad that they could finally begin a journey that would last them the rest of their lives.
“Y-Yeah, sure.” She agreed.
He had just opened his mouth to speak when a voice came from behind him.
“Bill?” Victoria asked, knowing fully well it was him. Her voice was stronger and far more stern than her usual tone, wondering why he would be at her best friend’s door.
He turned his body around halfway to give the raven haired woman a nod, to which she only looked at him suspiciously.
“We’re uh- going to be late.” She told her friend, looking past Bill.
Y/N nodded, “Of course. Let me grab my keys and we can head out.”
With an awkward look to Bill, she strode into the living room, picked up her keys from the leather sofa, then went back to the door. When she returned, she noticed that he looked incredibly uncomfortable as well.
“I’ll uh- being seeing you, I guess.” He said, nervously.
She played with the frigid silver keys in her hand and nodded.
“Friday.” She confirmed.
He nodded before agreeing, “Friday.”
She gave him a nervous half-smile before stepping out of the apartment beside him. He turned to leave, only to be met with Victoria’s dark expression; if looks could kill, he was a dead man. He swallowed and walked down the hall, out of sight.
Once she finished locking her apartment, she turned to her friend and looked at her, absolutely dumbfounded; she had not expected to encounter Bill twice in the space of less than twenty-four hours.
“What did he want?” Victoria asked, sharply.
Y/N stuffed her keys into her purse and the two began to stroll down the long hallway to the elevators.
“He wants to talk about what happened.” She explained, calmly.
Her friend only snorted.
“I couldn’t even begin to guess what he plans on saying. He’s an asshole who doesn’t deserve your time, why even meet up with him?” Victoria questioned.
She sighed and pressed the down arrow on the elevator before looking at her friend.
“I promised him last night.” She confessed.
Victoria’s eyes went wide, “You spoke to him?”
She fiddled with the ends of the ties on her coat, not wanting to speak about the previous night in the rain. She just wanted to focus on something other than Bill, something that lunch at the café would provide.
“Yes. He saw me leaving the bar and ran after me, begging to speak with me soon. I only agreed because he was so drunk, I thought he wouldn’t even remember.” She admitted.
Victoria seemed lost in thought.
“Anyways, can we just have a peaceful lunch? I’m in no mood to think about him anymore.”
Her friend instantly smiled, just as the elevator doors slid open. The pair stepped inside and Victoria pushed the “GROUND” floor button, causing the lift to begin it’s trek to the reception.
“Agreed. No more Bill for the day.” Victoria promised.
She truly did have the greatest friend.
He pressed her against the wall with one hand, while closing the door with the other.
She reached down to unbuckle the strap of her heels, until a strong hand pulled her body back upright.
“Bill!” She squealed, back hitting the wall again.
He captured her lips with his own, taking her smaller hands into his and pushing them up the wall.
“Bill.” She whined, arms almost completely straight.
His eyes gleamed at the sight of her; thin blazer falling off her shoulder, wisps of hair covering her forehead and eyes looking right into his.
“We don’t even have sheets yet.” She tried to reason.
His expression caused her to giggle; he didn’t care if there were bed sheets or not, he wanted to have her in their new home.
She allowed him to pick her up by her legs and slung her arms around his neck, lips meeting his again. They kissed feverishly as he made his way to their bedroom, her hands running through his already messy locks.
The apartment was painted completely white, the “Classic Eight” as they call it; you see the whole house “naked” before choosing your palette, something she thought sounded incredibly fancy when put that way.
He tossed her onto the mattress, a smile forming on his lips when he saw her look around the room before laughing at the fact that the only piece on furniture in the whole bedroom was the boxspring, headboard and mattress.
His lips crashed back down on hers when he slipped on top of her, careful to not put too much of his weight on her body.
“I like it.” She said between kisses.
He ground his hips into hers, eliciting a breathless moan to flow through her lips.
“I like it too. I still don’t know if it’s big enough though.” He countered, making her laugh again.
This had been quite a large discussion point when it came to the apartment.
“It’s plenty. Plus, I don’t know how many children you think I’m going to have, but it won’t be enough to warrant another home.” She giggled, feeling his lips place soft kisses along her sensitive neck.
He pulled back to look her in the eye, raising one of his brows.
“You are not getting six children. I still don’t know how your mother did it.” She confessed, taking ahold of his arms and pulling him back down on top of her.
He slid a hand up her inner thighs while his lips moved with hers.
“Yet, she got six wonderful children.” He teased, overdoing it on the 'wonderful.’
She snorted and moved his hand away from her legs.
“Yes, five wonderful children.”
He pulled back and gave her a faux sour look, “Just five?”
“Mhm.” She hummed, lips curling into a playful grin.
He sat up before slipping her dark-wash jeans down her legs, discarding her laced black underwear on the floor as well.
His usually pale eyes were darker than normal, but still had a glint of good humour. His hand ran down her stomach, right to her heat. Instantly, he slipped his fingers through her slick folds and curled them upwards inside of her. Her eyes shut and she allowed her head to fall back against the mattress.
“Which of the five can do this to you?” He wondered, tone dripping with mischief.
She moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her and he kept on with it, pumping those deliciously long fingers deep inside of her until she spoke.
“None.” She whispered, eyes closed and hands attempting to grab a hold of the bed as best as she could.
“I’m sorry?” He asked, pretending to not quite hear her.
She continued to squirm under his touch, those fingers swirling and dipping inside of her.
“None of them.” She repeated, louder this time.
He smiled at the sight of his lover before him, “Open your eyes, Baby.”
She did and was met with his gorgeous green ones before he bent down, fingers still penetrating her, and pressed his lips to hers.
She clung to him desperately, glad to finally be able to touch him as he moved his digits in and out of her.
One exceptionally hard push had her eyes closed again and she murmured, “One day…”
He took his fingers from her and lifted his tall body off of her, reaching to the hem of his shirt to tug it off. With one swift motion, his shirt was off and his hands were at his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping it out of the loops of his trousers.
“One day?” He pressed, wanting her to finish.
His pants fell to the ground along with his boxers and he climbed back on top of her. She ran a hand through his clean hair, tracing her fingers down to his jaw.
“One day we’ll have kids of our own, beautiful children who grow up and fall in love, just like us.” She spoke, feeling his smooth skin.
His lips spread into the most undeniably happy smile he had ever given her, which she reciprocated, placing her hand on the back of his neck.
“You’ll be an incredibly mother.” He said, earnestly.
She gave his lips a chaste kiss.
“You’ll be the most amazing father. One day.”
With that, the couple went back to their lovemaking, thinking that some day, they will bear children of their own.
Lunch was pleasant, the quaint café had the most delightful sandwiches, soups and salads that the group munched on.
Yet she felt sick to her stomach, unable to shake off Bill’s unexpected visit earlier that day. She tried to enjoy her food, but ended up only picking at it, not in the mood for too much. The thoughts wouldn’t stop and she truly thought that this man would be the death of her; he consumed her everything.
She had stressed herself so much that she had to excuse herself to the washroom. Bending over the porcelain toilet, she hurled until she could throw up no more. Damn, him.
She returned to their table, utterly exhausted. What she really needed was a nice, steaming mug of tea and a television to wash away her fears.
Bullet fanfiction welcome: Will being so surprised that Nico is actually a very morning person.
(?? i did not get this?? until now??)
will solace knows things about nico. he knows that he like techno pop, that he’s surprisingly good at helping out in the infirmary, that he’s a cat person but get’s along with dogs better, that he loves cooking and makes the best italian dishes, etc.
and will solace learns all these things only in the first couple months into their relationship. because they share all day together and they just talk on hours on end and by the end of the day, they’ve learned the most random things about each other.
of course, there are things that will just assumes are true. like how his favorite color is probably black judging from his wardrobe and how maybe he likes his coffee dark since he was never a sweets person, and definitely how he’s a night person—because really, why wouldn’t he be?
now, when they go on their first mission together, they camp out a lot.
random places they can find, like a spot near the river or in some oddly suspicious cave (will insists that he’s not afraid of bears, but his high pitched shrieking at the crunch of a twig is enough to convince nico otherwise)
they’ve never really slept in this type of proximity ever before, but neither of them mind and the mission is exhausting so when nico flops down on his bed immediately after reaching their camp sight, will doesn’t really seem to notice.
will, on the other hand, is a night person, contrary to popular belief. sleepless campers will see him silently reading near his cabin at one in the morning and will always look twice because, “the son of freaking apollo is up reading at one past midnight???”
anyway, throughout the next few days, will starts noticing that nico’s really cranky during night hours. he goes to sleep early, at least by will’s standards.
will, on the other hand, is refining with his fingers a particularly fine strand of grass because there really is nothing better to do out in the middle of literal nowhere.
in the mornings, will starts to wake up earlier, adjusting to the timing for the mission’s hours.
however, as time goes on, will starts to notice that nico not only sleeps early, but also wakes up just at the brink of dawn. on one particular day, will wakes up from an the sound of footsteps nearby to find nico situate himself on the stone near them, watching the sunrise as he taps his foot energetically.
at first, will wonders if he’s seeing things, and then gets slightly concerned. he calls out his name, and nico looks back, smiling and whispers “good morning”, as if he’s afraid to wake anything up.
will walks over to him, sits near him and looks at him. he has that pouty face on, the furrowed brows, and the look in his eyes that naomi gets whenever she’s confused or worried.
“what are you doing up at five in the morning? are you okay? did you have a bad dream? what are you thinking about? is there something on your mind?”
he asks about a million questions at once. but you can’t blame him can you? the kid wakes up at midday on a normal schedule, he’s about ¾ asleep at the moment.
nico hushes him quickly, and even laughs a little to himself, which concerns will even more, and he wonders if this is some type of side effect that children of hades get when their not waken too early.
nico just turns to him and shrugs and then looks out at the rising sun. his face gleams and will swears it glows, partly from the sunlight directly blaring at him and partly because nico’s face lights up whenever he’s in awe of something.
will tries looking at the sun in the same way nico is. his eyes burn immediately, and he curses his father under his breath. (”so the kid of darkness can look straight at the sun like it’s nothing but the spawn of actual sunlight cant. thanks dad, for once again ridding me of basic apollo kid abilities.”)
“it’s nothing, im just a morning person, i guess.” nico, still admiring the scenery. he turns to will, whose brows are furrowed so tightly and jaw is practically on the floor. the expression, mixed with will trying ever so hard to keep his eyelids open make nico chuckle a little.
“you’re a morning person?” nico nods. “YOU?” nico nods again, and smirks a little.
will tries to stumble for all the confused remarks, but he ends up a bumbling mess and gives up, far too tired to speak any further and snuggles his head in nico’s lap.
nico whispers to will that he’ll have to get up soon, only to be replied with a barely audible mumble. so instead, nico just smiles and runs his hands through will’s sunlit curls that seem more bright and awe worthy than the morning sun
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