i love your last name

Viktor is the best son in law

Can we just talk about how much Toshiya and Hiroko probably love Viktor aka their new son in law

Aside from Toshiya bullshitting that he doesn’t know exactly who Viktor Nikiforov in this moment (like come on, unless he hasn’t been inside Yuuri’s bedroom or spoken to his son about his interests in eleven years), and just being a wing man here, I like to think that they had a full conversation. I mean, Makkachin had obviously been given free reign of the house at this point, so they must have talked about that.

What I like to think went down is Viktor walked in with a rehearsed (and slightly mispronounced) sentence of Japanese like “Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Viktor-”

And Toshiya looks at him like “Here for Yuuri?”

“Yes! I’m looking for Yuuri!” All hearts and smiles. “I want to coach him in figure skating!” And then goes into a long explanation of how great Yuuri indeed is.

And of course he knows enough English to understand the meaning of that, so he politely directs Viktor to the onsen whilst he waits.

But aside from that.

Viktor has been there for… two hours at this point? Probably even less, but maybe not. Hiroko is already casually referring to him as Vicchan. He’s been adopted swiftly.

She sounds and looks so fond of him.

SHE LOOKS SO DAMN PLEASED WHEN VIKTOR COMPLIMENTS THE KATSUDON

And let’s just remember that Viktor is a walking advertisement at this rate. Given how much the Katsukis talk about promoting tourism, they probably adore him for it too

Also Yuuri is just as bad as he is lmao

Also the fact that the Katsukis are trusted with Makkachin says a lot. They ARE family at this point.

I hinestly think Hiroko and Toshiya would genuinely be over the moon when the engagement is announced. It’s one thing to mentally adopt Viktor, and another to ACTUALLY have him as their son in law.

TLDR, Viktor and the Katsuki’s have an adorable relationship I wish was explored more

Hello everyone plz reblog this to save a life. And STOP CUTTING AVOCADOS INCORRECTLY. I work at a sushi restaurant and this is one of the safest and easiest ways to cut avocados. Love you all

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N°4 in the 2017 birthday spam for Fi who wished for “Dark Side of the Moon” edits - SN: 5x16

“Now You’re Cookin’ With Gas”

i’m srry i,, i had to draw him. the new episode was so good and every single one of his lines were fucking dripping with cheese and i just, couldn’t not draw fanart, i couldn’t do it.

Why Mike Zacharias is better than everyone: a real and canon list
  • is the literal erwin smith protection squad
  • was humanity’s strongest before Levi arrived and can actually keep up with a lot of his moves
  • can make good and accurate judgements of character based off of a persons scent 
  • can smell titans from a distance and can accurately predict how many + how far they are
  • instead of intimidating his squad members or scaring them into becoming alcoholics, he supports and motivates them
  • he literally fucking died because he was distracting the titans from getting to the baby squad members and if that doesn’t make you cry then you are wrong bYE
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ladies of twd appreciation days - august 21st 
michonne

That’s how it is, isn’t it? You always think there’s one more peanut butter left.

The signs as ‘The Last Unicorn’ quotes

Originally posted by lyricalbang

Aries: “How can I be cruel? That is for mortals.”

Taurus: “I like being brave, but I will be a lazy coward again if you think that would be better.”

Gemini: “You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.”

Cancer: “Love is slowing you down, I will catch you at last, if you love much more.”

Leo: “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart.”

Virgo: “There are no happy endings because nothing ends.”

Libra: “I am sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.”

Scorpio: “My secrets guard themselves. Will yours do the same?”

Sagittarius: “If I do not return, think of me. Farewell.” // “I’m a little afraid to go home.”

Capricorn: “It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.”

Aquarius: “We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.”

Pisces: “But I’m always dreaming, even when I’m awake; it is never finished.”

Yuuri's Favorite Russian
  • Yuuri, Victor, Yurio, Yakov, Mila, Minami, and Chris hanging at a competition they all happened to be assigned, and somehow they get on the topic of how Yuuri is doing in Russia.
  • Chris: So, Yuuri, who is your favorite Russian?
  • Victor: Pfft, me obviously
  • Yuuri: Well...
  • Every one looks at Yuuri in shock.
  • Yuuri: Obviously, I love him most, but he can hardly be called Russian if he didn't have the accent.
  • Yakov & Mila are all sorts of amused, Victor is half heartedly offended.
  • Chris: Then who?
  • Yuuri: *thinks for a few moments* It's between Yurio and Mila.
  • Yurio and Mila: *Victorious screaming* *jumps up to high five each other* *drags Yuuri up and literally lifts him on their shoulders chanting 'WE'RE YUURI'S FAVES'*
  • Every other Russian: *Pouting*
  • Yuuri: *trying not to fall and die as he's carried away*
  • Chris: *is so happy*
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someone wanted me to do a frozen/yoi crossover but it ended up being a figure skating au… some thoughts under the cut

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Mizumono

 this ep turned 2 this year! :D

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

it didn’t snow today. David Mitchell has never been published. our hometown is currently uninhabitable due to unsafe conditions. my alternate self still believes that hands stitch you back together more often than they take you apart, and nobody wants to tell her the truth. so they don’t. she’s blissfully ignorant of the sound accompanying a dropped call, or how salty tears taste in the summertime. it’s eternally spring there, things are always growing.

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

none of my poems feel real. I don’t get published the first time or the second time because I don’t have to write for you. or about you. I’ve always confused the two of those things but in this world it doesn’t matter because all I’ve ever done is write for myself. not to say that IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I LOVED YOU I haven’t been writing for myself. I have been. I’ve just needed to share that title, like waking up with next to no blanket due to the selfish cloud of past lovers taking up space at the foot of my bed. I know there’s warmth for me here.

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU

I don’t know how to spell your last name because I’ve never had a reason to write it. cursive is obsolete. nobody tells me what school you go to & this fact doesn’t mean anything to me because you never meant anything to me. we wind up at the same bar some night and I don’t recognize you. you don’t recognize me. nobody is suffering because of this. we go on to live lives comfortably uncrossed. sometimes that’s possible. IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I ALMOST LOVED YOU I can’t say the same. but that’s another story for another page in another journal. all of this to say that

IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I LOVED YOU

I’m writing this poem and it doesn’t hurt. it takes me two days, a glass of boxed wine, and three different sweaters, but it doesn’t hurt. it doesn’t hurt. it doesn’t hurt.

—  THE UNIVERSE WHERE I NEVER LOVED YOU, 8/30, Caitlin Conlon
I Get To Love You - Sirius Black x Reader

  Request:  you should do a fluffy fic where you and Sirius are dating and have been for a good while and then one day someone says to the reader “ hey Mrs. Black” and the Sirius would grumpily say “ don’t call her that she’s too pure to be a black” and then reader like consoles him and says that she would love to be a black and some really fluffy shit happens.. thanks love just an idea:)) 

Well… My heart. And please, just please, for my heart’s sake… Sirius was never sent to Azkaban. Okay? Okay!
I wrote this while listening to this beautiful song!
Warnings: I don’t know people, I am crying. My English. 
Gifs are not mine/ Credits to their original owners.
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   Being with Sirius was like an amazing ride. It had its downs sometimes but it had its ups all of the time. He may appear to be the bad-boy, the careless rebel, but really, he was a cinnamon roll. He was sensitive and caring, but crazy too. He loved to cuddle like it was a life or death matter. He was protective and he was trusting. He didn’t patronize you but he wouldn’t hesitate when someone was flirting with you- they weren’t really flirting with you but he was as jealous as it can get. He trusted you. It was them he didn’t trust. 
   You have been together about two years now. You were there when he had run away from his family. You were always there when he wanted to pretend he was okay but he wasn’t. You had seen him at his best and worst and you loved him deeply. More than you admitted, actually. You just didn’t want to scare him away with your feelings. But he knew. He knew, even if you didn’t say it. He understood it in all those little things you would do. It could be a simple question like “did you eat today?” if you were too busy to be with him during lunch or a really deep and profound conversation in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep or the way you kissed his forehead. You didn’t know but he knew. He knew it was your way of saying it every time you two had a fight- a silly one, really- and you were the one to reach back first. He felt awful because he hadn’t done the things he wanted. He hadn’t told you he loved you. You knew he needed his time. And you were willing to wait.
   You walked into their dorm with your pajamas on- a huge t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts-and your hair in a messy bun, ready to fall asleep in your boyfriends’ arms- as every night since the beginning of your last year. 
   You were greeted by a sleepy-but hyperactive, at the same time- James.
“Hello, Mrs. Black” he said yawning. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes.
“Hello, Mr. Prongs” you said mockingly.
   You failed to notice your boyfriend’s grimace, but you did notice that he snorted, something that left you quite puzzled. You brushed it off as you made your way towards him. He was resting his back on the headboard of his bed, his eyes were burning holes on the ceiling, his raven hair falling loosely around his beautiful face. You climbed on his bed and wrapped your arms around his upper body, reaching to kiss his cheek, tenderly. He always blushed. You leaned against the headboard as well and rested your head on his shoulder. 
“Goodnight! And guys, please, keep it low” James teased as he slipped under his bed sheets. You wanted to throw him a pillow. Or the whole bed.
“Yes, James. You want to lose your virginity to Evans and only Evans. We know, you are too innocent!” Sirius commented theatrically but there was a tone of annoyance. You silently laughed though, the vibrations of your body delivering the message to him. He held you closer to his body as he slid down, laying on the bed. Your head was resting on his chest. You could feel his warmth and his heart beating steadily. You fell asleep, without even realizing it. 


  You were woken up by something that didn’t seem to stop moving. You opened your eyes and saw Sirius tossing and turning. He hadn’t slept and you felt bad instantly. You brought your hand on his arm, turning his body towards you, his face a breath away from yours. You cupped his cheek, caressing his soft skin, silently asking him what was wrong. He leaned into the touch like he always did.
You locked eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly and worryingly. You knew that sometimes he had too many things going on inside his mind and he wasn’t able to make them shut up. He looked away and your worry increased. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you as close as humanly possible to him. He moved his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 
“I just don’t like it when they call you Mrs. Black. You are too pure for that” he confessed, his breath falling hot onto the sensitive skin of your neck.
  For a second you couldn’t respond. You really didn’t know what to say. You knew about his family better than anyone-including James. You understood why he didn’t like his last name but still.
  You brought his face in front of yours, gently but confidently.
“I know you don’t like your last name, babe. I know. But I love it. It’s you. I don’t care if there other hundred people with the same surname-whenever someone says ‘Black’ the only thing I can think of is your pretty face and magnetic soul. Not even the color! So, really, I don’t mind” you whispered. Two years now, you had come to love everything about him. Even the things he didn’t. Like his last name or the scar on his chest. 
   He was looking at you like you had said something he never expected. Was that the way people wanted to be looked at?
“I adore you” he breathed out softly. You froze for a second and then a huge grin was plastered on your mouth- and you didn’t even try to hide it. 
“About time” you teased but your voice was way too happy to actually mean it. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. That was always dangerous. 
“Hmm… Since you love my last name that much, why not take it?” he asked you.
  Your heart stopped. Like, really. It stopped. And then it started again beating twice, no, ten times faster than it normally did. 
“Sirius, what are you saying?” you stuttered out, breathlessly. His hands cupped your face-you knew he could feel your heart. Hell, even McGonagall could hear it.
   Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t exactly stop them from tugging his dark locks a bit. You knew that your eyes were wide open. 
“Marry me” he whispered with confidence. He was sure of what he wanted. You were almost crying. Almost? Scratch that. You felt your eyes tearing up. You wanted to-
  You hugged him even tighter and pressed your forehead against his. You closed your eyes.
“Yes” you husked and crashed your lips to his, feeling his smile. A million times yes. 
He kept you inside his arms. Home.



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anonymous asked:

Torasmus is the best name ever! xD they are adorable... I love your art 🎨

I’m glad you appreciate my last minute inspired ship name. Torasmus is a sweet and floofy couple.

And then you have The Horny Couple™ Lazar and Pallas.

Pallas has some kind of an undercut… and Lazar looks nothing like what I had in mind. At all. Anyway, *some awkward hand gestures* introducing: Lazallas. Scratch that, we’ll going for Pallazar. 

Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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41 with marvel

My dude, thank you for enabling me to write some good sappy bullshit (even tho i didn’t make it as sappy as i could have)

41) things you said you loved about me


Marvin wakes up alone, the bed feeling way too big for just him to be lying in it. He knows why, because Jackie is an early riser and sometimes he leaves to tend to his duties as a hero even before the Sun rises. So Marvin gets up fairly quickly too, because he can’t see the point in staying in bed when he’s alone. He can’t find it in himself to resent Jackie, but he can’t help but miss his arms around him every time he wakes without them.

A sticky note greets him on the inside of the bedroom door. The letters on it are scrawled in quick, sharp cursive in ballpoint pen, and Marvin recognises the writing as Jackie’s. It reads “Good morning” with a little heart at the bottom, and it makes Marvin smile fondly.

As he makes his way around the house with his morning routine, he finds more and more, stuck everywhere they would remain with sticky-tape and colourful pins. He finds some on light switches and against doors, tucked behind the edge of the bathroom mirror and taped to his favourite mug. He collects them dutifully as he goes, smiling at each and every one before adding them to the growing stack in his left hand.

I love your smile. Whenever you smile, I can’t help but smile too.

My favourite colour used to be red before I saw your eyes and now I can’t imagine a more beautiful shade.

I love the way you hold me every morning. I love waking up to you and kissing you first thing in the morning. You make me feel at home.”

I love every tiny detail about you, every scar and freckle and birthmark, no matter how dark or deep or prominent. I love all of them.

Hearing your voice makes me so happy. It doesn’t matter whether you’re talking to me or not, whether you’re cursing or casting spells or telling jokes, no matter in what language. I could listen to you forever.

You’re the most stubborn and determined person I’ve ever met. I admire your persistence through everything, even if it sometimes leads to carelessness.

I love the way your hand fits in mine like it was always meant to be there.

I admire how loving and caring you are, how you want to help and protect everyone you love. I admire your drive to do good even when you don’t believe you can.

There’s so many notes that Marvin wonders how Jackie came up with all of them and how he found the time to write them all down and put them up before he left. Above all he wonders why, because he can’t remember anything significant about today. In the end he decides it must be something unplanned, a genuine act of love without any bigger reason. Either way, it warms his heart and brings little tears of joy to his eyes. He knows he will read over these notes a lot in the future.

The last one he finds simply says “I love you so much and I just wanted you to know that.” and he shakes his head fondly reading it.

Te marha,” he mumbles to himself without thinking much of which language he’s using, voice soft and a small smile on his lips. “Te drága, érzelgős idióta, te.”