normalisjustafairytale said: On the prompt front, 4 n 1 quickie of four times Oliver tried to win her back and one time he succeeded. All the fluffy things that make Felicity weak at the knees.
The mug finds itself a home on her desk with a minuscule ‘thud’ that she almost misses beneath the furious hammering of her fingers against the keyboard. They’ve been searching for Darhk so intensely the last few days that she’s not entirely certain she’s slept in the last forty-eight hours, which would be far easier to work out if she’d paid attention to the time they actually started this insane manhunt. Now, all she knows is that she’s exhausted, that she can’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom, and that she’s not entirely certain if that smell is coming from her or not.
But she knows that she’s under-caffeinated and thirsty as hell, so the acknowledgement of the mug at her side comes at the same moment the delicious aroma of coffee sends a wash of relaxation through her, however temporarily.
I am sick. Just a couple days ago I was laughing at my friend how could she catch a cold at 26°C and the next day I woke up with the cold and it’s not gone…. I have had this request in my inbox for a long time so I hope you like it…
I love you <3
He was at the museum, observing the paintings when you approached him and asked him if he wants to know more about that painting. He saw your long black hair and your ocean blue eyes. He stared at you for a few second then awkwardly said yes in English, although he already knew everything about it. He wanted to hear your explanation of the painting he was currently watching. After you showed him the whole museum he asked you for your number. You gave it to him because you found his sense for art fascinating. He called you the next day and you went out. Ever since then you are dating. Sharing your opinions on different art exhibitions and taking care of each other. Of course, you made him your specialty-pasta. He liked it and kept doing the hand thing that was supposed to represent all the Italians. At first, you were offended by that but since that was the way he got to speak more Italian you liked it as well. “Bellissimo! Grazie, mia amore!”
G-Dragon He loved Italy mostly because of its fine and hot weather and great coastline. It was different than any other country’s coastline he’s been at. As he was relaxing on the deckchair, he saw you playing with kids on the beach and playing volleyball with them. He thought it must be really fun to just play with kids on the sun. He was a bit shy at first but he approached you and asked if he can buy you a drink. You thought ‘why not’ and went on a drink with him. It was a really weird at first but after that one drink you got close and went on dates. He invited you to Korea and you came to stay with him for a couple weeks. He taught you Korean and he was amused by your Italian accent. He wanted you to stay in Korea for as long as you can but he wanted to go back to Italy with you too. When he finally had the chance, you showed him the famous museums and took him to famous places and took pictures of him at the tower of Pisa… He was also amazed by your dark tanned skin which he stared at too much sometimes. He was happy because you weren’t as shy as the Korean girls he met/dated. "Leonardo Da Vinci! Si!” * That’s everything he knew how to say*
Taeyang He was in Italy already a couple of times so he knew people there. Once he was invited to a party at the club and he met you there. You were dancing together and you liked each other a lot so you started dating after a while. He worked mostly in Korea so it was a long distance relationship but every 2 months you flew to Korea or he came to Italy. For summer he stayed in Italy for 2 months with you. He visited a lot of beaches with you and you went swimming together. He even bought a yacht there and you travelled sometimes. Because you were from Italy he had many privileges about visiting many places and going to very good restaurants. Besides the fact he loves you, he likes your family a lot and got along with them, especially with your younger brother whom taught him lots of new words and introduced him to his friends in school. He enjoyed the peaceful village you lived in and nice and friendly people you knew. “Gioccattolo? Sorella? Okay, I think I got this…. Wait what does that mean again?”
Daesung Taeyang was convincing him to go to Italy on vacation with him and Daesung at first didn’t want to go. He liked Korea and he loved his home, he didn’t want to go that far away from his home. But when he got there he met you at the hotel and he was very glad he did. You showed him around and even bought him drinks. He only stayed there for 2 weeks and he lived through a perfect summer romance. He didn’t want to relationship stop there so he bought an apartment in Italy so he could come here more often. He couldn’t come every time he wanted because he had schedule but he tried to come when he could. He was always happy to see you smiling and working those sexy outfits you were used to since it was always hot. You sometimes even slept over at the apartment when he was gone because you missed him so much. Because he was gone a lot he still managed to keep up with your culture and celebrate your holidays with him. “So… If I come home on June 2nd… Are you finally gonna take me to see the parade?”
Seungri Seungri was heading to Italy because one of his friends got a job there as a DJ so he came with him. Seungri and Big Bang had many fans in Italy and when he posted a selca on Instagram saying he’s coming there everyone was excited, including your little sister who you had to drive all the way to the club where he came. You were drinking at the bar and thinking about some things when a masked guy approached you. He took off his face masked and tried to talk with you in English and it just happened to be Seungri. From that day your sister went crazy when you told her you were dating him. He loved talking to your sister and watch you cook sometimes he even took a picture when you were cooking. You showed him around and let him drive your pink motorcycle. But he was the most amazed when he saw your shops and all those stores and clubs. You introduced him to your friends and went to clubs together. He thought your beer was weird but tasted amazing. After a while, he even bought one club and renovated it. He decided to name it after you. “Do you think Y/N will like the name?*asks your sister about it*”
Yuri P and Viktor hc's for how they spend Christmas with their s/o in Russia?
This request is wonderful! I apologize for my tardiness in completing this in time for Christmas day, but Christmas isn’t celebrated on December 25th in Russia. They generally celebrate it on January 7th, so I waited to make it a bit more accurate. I hope that’s alright! Thank you for requesting! <3
You guys spend the evening bundled up together under a mountain of blankets in Viktor’s living room
Viktor helps you build a fort the size of the entire living room out of pillows and sheets
Makkachin keeps getting excited and knocking it over; Viktor gets frustrated but you couldn’t stop laughing
you just can’t help but laugh at how cute your boys are omg <3
Eventually, Viktor asks for your help, and you spend almost an hour constructing a pillow fortress
Makkachin, tired out from playing with Viktor, finds a corner to claim as his own and curls up for a nap
You settle inside the fort, laying on top of Viktor and cuddling while you just talk quietly about your plans for the new year, and share memories of the old one
and you’re probably going to make out a lot lol js
You’re talking about your plans of moving in together when your stomach growls loud enough for Viktor to hear
It’s decided that it’s time to start making dinner
You make dinner together, the main dish being traditional Russian beef stroganoff
Viktor isn’t supposed to eat such heavy comfort food, but you both decide to let it slide, since it’s the holidays hehe
Viktor sets the table beautifully, lights candles to create a romantic ambiance, and sets out the finest red wine he bought in Italy during a skating competition there
You enjoy the meal together, and you pretend to flirt with each other like you’re on a first date
Viktor uses a particularly suggestive pick up line one you, and you end up spitting wine all over yourself and your plate; there’s a moment of silence before you both start laughing twice as hard as you were before
You do the dishes together after the meal, occasionally splashing or spraying each other with the dishwater
After changing out of your water-soaked clothing and into warm and fuzzy sleepwear, you and Viktor retreat to your fortress of pillows and sheets in the living room
You both exchange gifts, and most of the gifts he gives you are extremely expensive, but he insists that you are worth more than any sum of money
You put the material things aside and cuddle up together in your fort, you laying with your head on Viktor’s chest
“Thank you for not letting me have another money Christmas. I love you!” *he says with a heart-mouth of course*
Yuri brings you to his grandfather’s home for the holiday aw
spending christmas with the two people most important to him awww :3
Yuri’s grandpa makes a traditional Russian Christmas dinner for the three of you
Plates of beef stroganoff, venison, pork, and other side dishes fill the table, and you know there is no way three people are going to be finishing it all
At the dinner table, Yuri’s grandpa tells you stories about Yuri’s childhood
imagine Yuri getting all flustered at embarrassing stories omg
You all eat a ton of food, but just over half of the food remains untouched at the end of dinner
After the meal, the three of you gather in the kitchen where Yuri’s grandfather teaches you how to make the Pirozhki with pork cutlet bowl filling
You and Yuri end up screwing around for most of it, throwing food at each other and pretending to fight
“Eat my shit, (Y/N)!”
“Watch your fucking language, Yura!”
Yuris’ grandpa is like ‘wtf guys focus’ but y’all are so adorable and happy that he can’t say no
The end product of your cooking isn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be; they actually look and taste pretty decent
After some small talk and conversation, you exchange goodbyes and Christmas wishes with Yuri’s grandfather before heading out
of course he gives you a few containers of leftovers, even though Yuri shouldn’t be eating that much comfort food omg what a nice old man
You and your boyfriend get all bundled up in your jackets and hats and mittens, helping each other dress in warm articles of clothing
Yuri takes you out to the streets of his neighborhood to listen to carolers and observe the festivities of others
You walk hand-in-hand, swinging your arms and just talking about whatever comes to mind, and wherever the conversation leads you
You admire the Christmas lights together, just roaming the streets until almost midnight
When you finally return to Yuri’s home, you exchange gifts in his living room
he probably got you something to do with cats tbh just saying
You spend the rest of the night watching Christmas movies together on the couch and eating the leftover food, just enjoying the final moments of your first Christmas together
Summary: After meeting Steve and Bucky by chance, you move into the tower and slowly join their makeshift family Warnings: language, always language
“I’m afraid this isn’t up for discussion, agent.”
“Fucking hell it isn’t!” Natasha said, her voice rising in anger. “She’s not going undercover, director. You barely cleared her for missions this week!”
“Which is exactly why she’s going. (L/n) and Barnes are the least likely to be recognized, given he gets a haircut and Stark can camouflage his arm,” Fury explained, his voice calm and full of authority. You were struggling not to bounce on your toes, excitement overriding your senses. Bucky chuckled, setting a hand on your arm and looking pointedly at the flowers dancing in the window planter.
“What I can do is beside the point,” Tony said, standing up from his chair. You felt your joy fade rapidly as Steve stood next to him, eyes filled with determination. The grass surrounding the flowers began to wilt.
“They either go with your tech or they go without your tech, Stark. It’s your choice,” Fury answered. You were grateful for the tone of finality in his voice – at least he trusted you.
so here’s something that approximately no one asked for, my classical book collection. also can we just excuse the lighting in my room and the general shittiness of my camera? thanks. anyway, my books! i’m a first year classics student at uni and have been a general lover of myth for years but i don’t have that much of a collection. these are just some books i used to broaden my love of classics (the mini perseus statue is from florence and is my pride and joy only when i was moving out of home he got dropped and his sword broke off so now it looks like he took off medusa’s head with sheer force)
firstly, the left is roman, then homer, then alexander the great, then general greek stuff. the books stacked up top are my slightly damaged favourites, since i purchased most of these from second hand stores. the others i either bought in italy (alexander the great, the iliad and the odyssey, the odyssey, and ancient greece in fifty lives) or at my uni’s bookstore (hadrian and dynasty). the books that aren’t pictured because i am currently using them for uni or because they don’t really fit are my books on ancient egypt (cleopatra, myths and legends of ancient egypt, cleopatra: a life), my books on ancient greece (myths and legends of ancient greece, metamorphosis, theogony) and then a few renaissance books that aren’t about classics, obviously (the medici, the prince, lucrezia borgia, the artist the philosopher and the warrior, the life and death of cesare borgia)
roman social history is actually something i purchased for my second trimester course on roman history and i haven’t actually read entirely through it, only because it is so dense and detailed, but it is so perfect if you’re interested in the roman republic or need to research certain aspects of roman life.
dynasty is quite possibly one of my favourites which is surprising because it’s about augustus and his family, and if you have been around me for a while you would know how much i hate augustus and everything he stands for. it’s about the house of caesar so it covers augustus, tiberius, calligula, claudius, and nero. it’s beautiful and witty and so d r y.
hadrian is a book i legitimately can not talk about without crying because i love it so much. hadrian is my favourite emperor and i get so Extra whenever i talk about him. ur girl went to the pantheon and started crying. anyway, this book is so great and paints an amazing picture of the cocky, slightly arrogant hadrian as a young man, moving through to his adulthood as a greek loving gay who preferred travelling and hating on celts than actually being the emperor.
2p America: so I hate to be that person, but gonna be that person, dude what the fuck!?
2p China: can we talk about how amazing she looks today? Like I would compliment her but I’m scared because I’m a loser and she’d probably stab me in the neck with her stilettos
2p England: if I was a cinnamon roll would you eat me, protect me, or throw me away?
2p France: taKE THAT PISS PANTS
2p Russia: sometimes I see you standing there and I wonder how many cells are reproducing as we speak
2p Canada: I’ll drop kick your ass and people will be like, “daaamn! Is that a football?”
2p Germany: “you have a nice rack” yeah I know I bought it at Walmart
2p Italy: if someone tells you that your shoulders are distracting tell them their voice is annoying and leave because you deserve to sit next to someone that isn’t going to get turned on by your shoulder
2p Japan: ever seen someone doing anal and then making that weird ass face when the dick goes in and it hurts, that’s my life right now (I actually said this to my dad and he was laughing and didn’t look at me for a while)
2p Romano: my ass looks better than your contour ever will
2p Prussia: why are you like, still you know, being rude?
I just read the part when Bucky told her the story of the engagement ring, but why was he being so cryptic about it? Why did he have the ring 'lying around'?
Bucky stared at the box.
Sargent Barnes was written across the side in Peggy Carter’s beautiful cursive. It had been sitting on his desk since the day Steve had finally convinced him to move into the tower. He hadn’t touched it, not even to move it. Instead, he sat on the edge of his bed, six months after he’d first seen it, and stared.
Time melted away as he stared at the box. His memories had begun to return in the months he’d spent at the tower. Steve helped where the therapy couldn’t and Natasha told him about Russia. Since he found it, he had spent entire days racking his memories to imagine what the box could possibly contain.
Pushing himself up, he walked to the desk and brushed the dust from the top of the box before picking it up and carrying it back to the bed. His mind was screaming at him to open the box and look inside. He took a slow breath and set his hands on either side of the lid, still struggling to convince himself to open it and look inside.
Steve walked down the hallway toward Bucky’s room, worry edging into his mind. It had been hours since they’d finished training and he’d sent Bucky up to his room to shower and change before dinner. He reached Bucky’s door and rapped his knuckles against the wood softly. When Bucky didn’t answer, he walked inside, his worry growing into fear.
Bucky sat on his bed, Peggy’s box open in front of him, surrounded by what Steve recognized as its contents. Red rimmed eyes shot up when Steve entered the room, and a sad smile spread across Bucky’s face. “Finally opened it,” Bucky said quietly.
“I can see that,” Steve answered, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He picked up the dog tags nearest him, fiddling with them before setting them back down. “Found anything worth looking for?”
“Letters from Rebecca,” Bucky answered, holding a stack of envelopes out to Steve.
“She wrote you every week,” Steve said, laughing dryly. “Wrote letters to me too now that I think about it. Your little sister always took care of us, even when we weren’t close enough for her to take care of.”
Shaking his head, Bucky chuckled weakly and fiddled with the small diamond ring he’d found buried at the bottom of the box. Steve noticed the glint and furrowed his brow as he glanced at the ring in Bucky’s hand. “You know,” Steve started, “I spent weeks trying to think of a girl back home you could have bought that for. Eventually, I decided I’d just give it to Rebecca and let her decide what to do with it, but I, uhm, well…I never got the chance.”
“There was no girl,” Bucky said, sadness leaking into his voice as he answered Steve’s unasked question. “I bought it in Italy those twelve hours after that mission with the Commandos. Figured if I already had a ring, finding a girl when the war ended and forgetting about what we did over there wouldn’t be so hard.”
Neither man spoke as they stared at the ring Bucky held and the sound resounded around the room when Bucky dropped it back inside the box. “Italy was a long time ago,” he said quietly, “and I guess the war never really ends.”
Trigger Warnings: Bad
language + mentions of blood and violence.
Genres: Angst, Romance
Comments: I should seriously
stop making everything so goddamn dramatic, it isn’t even funny. Sighs. I am
terribly sorry for the delay. I sincerely hope that this is what you had in
mind and wish you a nice day and lots of funny moments!
The only sound that’s
keeping you grounded and sane is the one made by your high heels. They used to
be a gorgeous redish-white pair, the
kind that had a shine to it that not even the most expensive products could
create. Your brother bought them for you
from Italy somewhen last year and today was the first time you got around to
wearing them, but now they look as if they have been worn three times too many,
with mud all over and the paint falling around the back and the tip, damage
caused by how fast you’d run through those stones to make it in time record to
the hospital Pietro is checked in after having a close shave encounter with a
Hydra trained team of assassins that were just scooping around an abandoned
building for people left behind to take as hostages when they ran into him.
You don’t know the details,
but you were informed that while the team had been taken out, Pietro was, is,
god knows in what shape he currently is, close to be just a name on a tombstone
The click-clack of your
heels is familiar, is timed and leveled and it’s in your control, the only
thing you are certain you have power over in this way too crammed and busy
hospital hallway, with people dying left and right and nurses close to going
crazy because of how much blood they’re having on their hands and god, how much
of the blood on these walls is Pietro’s?
You quicken your pace,
pushing the people that stand in your ways and muttering apologies as you
stumble over your own two feet, your lungs squeezing painfully as you get
closer and closer to the room he’s in. He has just gotten out of surgery, Steve
told you over the phone, we don’t know if he makes it, please don’t cry—you don’t
remember what came after that: it was either you falling to your knees and
wailing or you running through a sea of people, clawing your ways because you
When you push the door to
his hospital room open and take your first step into it, you can feel the taste
of blood on the roof of your mouth as you try and swallow your frantically
beating heart. He looks like shit; hair disheveled, body covered in stained
bandages that you’re sure were just changed, eyes turning black and fingers
twitching helplessly besides his body as he turns his head to look at you.
You don’t think it’s fair of
the world to have him stare at you with such gentleness and kindness after what
has happened to him. You also don’t think it’s fair of the world to have the
both of you sit in silence moments after that, overwhelmed with all the things
you have to say to each other with the uncertainty of whether the moment he
closes his eyes will be the last or not.
“You’re an asshole you know
that?” You’re the first one to speak, fingers balled into a fish, grabbing at
your dress as you are stood on the chair next to his bed, looking at him
through the tears you can barely keep at bay. You ignore his surprised
expression and continue, voice shaking as you try and regain whatever control
you can over it and make this less pathetic.
“You kissed me at Tony’s
Christmas party, using the fucking mistletoe as an excuse, and while you were
shitdrunk and could barely form a sentence, you could have at least remembered
it the next morning! Or the one after that!” you yell, breaking down and
missing the look of realization on his face as it turns into a sad one, fingers
inching closer and closer to your trying to grab you, to grab the moment and
reality and try to live while he can in it, god knows how much longer he has in
“You don’t get to die now!
You don’t get to just fucking walk away from me, from your sister, from the
Avengers and from everything!” you continue, shoulders shaking.
“I’m sorry.” Pietro whispers
and it’s the last thing he says that night.
And he truly is sorry. He’s
sorry when he gets out of the hospital and can’t look at you straight in the face.
Sorry that he forgot about the kiss and about the things that he had told you that
night and had never acted on. Sorry that he was too late and that he
interrupted your wedding day with his near-death experience and sorry that he
made you abandon everything you took time to build in his absence.