Tsuna: *does Something Well For Once*

Tsuna: *does something well for once*

Tsuna: Shit, I've given them standards now.

Request by @keyatrickymoat: Imagine 1940s Bucky somehow comes to the future and meets his future self. You’ve had a crush on Bucky forever, but you’ve always been too shy to tell him. 1940s Bucky takes a liking to you and flirts with you all the time. 2016 Bucky gets really jealous, becuase he has always liked you, and he is afraid you are in love with his past self.

“Okay, what?” you said, your eyes flitting between the two Buckys in Stark’s lab.

“Stark,” Steve said warningly, “What did you do?” Tony didn’t respond, he was staring dumbfounded at the Bucky from the 1940s, seemingly as confused as the rest of us.

“Bruce?” Natasha asked. Bruce opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before saying, “I don’t…I don’t know…there was an explosion and now…this.”

The Bucky from the 40s was in military garb, but he still had his left arm, so it must’ve been in the midst of World War II. He was staring at you with a little bit of a smile, until today’s Bucky moved in front of you protectively. 40s Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion as he caught sight of himself. His jaw dropped in horror when he saw his arm.

“Buck,” Steve said cautiously, approaching him. Bucky turned his confused expression to Cap and said, “Steve?”

“Hey buddy,” he said, clapping him gently on the shoulder.

“Did I pass out or something?” Bucky said, eyeing his future self warily. Steve looked around the room unsure of what to say. He seemed to realize that telling him the truth could have disastrous consequences so he just said, “Yeah.”

“This is the weirdest fucking dream I’ve ever had,” he said, walking away from Steve and approaching himself. Bucky tensed as he stood in front of you, his left fist clenching. Without any warning 40s Bucky grabbed his future self’s arm and examined it. Without thinking, today’s Bucky ripped the arm from his grasp and narrowed his eyes at his future self.

“Weird dream,” Bucky said, looking his future self up and down, confused as to why he wouldn’t like himself. Then he turned to you and smirked, “Now it’s a good dream.”

You blushed and giggled, surprised at yourself. You’d always had a crush on today’s Bucky, but he didn’t use his charm very often, if ever. Nowadays he was always sweet and overly gentle, you figured he was compensating for the things he’d done, for how dangerous he was. But this Bucky was a whole new side that you’d never seen, you loved being able to see Bucky before everything had happened. He was charming, confident, sure-of-himself.

Today’s Bucky watched this interaction angrily. He’d liked you for years and you both had gotten very close recently. You’d even been on a couple of dates. He was taking it slow, he didn’t want to risk scaring you or hurting you. And then this guy, this old self, this person he couldn’t even remember being, swoops in out of the 40s and sweeps you off your feet in a matter of seconds?

As 40s Bucky raised your hand to his lips, Bucky turned on his heel and stormed past the rest of the team and out the door. You jumped at the sound of the door slamming, pulling your hand from 40s Bucky’s grasp, as he joked, “What’s my problem?”

You followed today’s Bucky out the door in a hurry, hearing 40s Bucky say, for the third time, “Weird dream.”

“Bucky?” you called, looking up and down the hallway. You chewed on your cheek and realized where he’d be. You walked up the stairs to the roof of the building, finding Bucky leaning against the railing. He’d told you once that he liked it up here — the breeze cleared his head and he could see for miles.

You walked up to him, running your fingers gently across the cool metal of his arm, “Hey.” He pulled away from you , his jaw clenching.

“What?” you said, crossing your arms, “What happened?”

He didn’t look at you as he grumbled, “Go be with 40s Bucky if he makes you so happy.”

Your jaw dropped and you said the first thing that came to mind, “You pissy little son of a bitch.” He turned to you, his jaw to the floor and his eyes wide. There was a pause when his lips quirked up and you started laughing, Bucky following suit.

You brought your hand to your forehead saying, “You’re an infamous, ninety year old, Russian assassin with a metal arm and you’re afraid that you from the 40s, who we have to send back, is going to…what? Steal me away?”

He smiled, shaking his head, realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

“First of all,” you said, “I can’t be ‘stolen,’ I’m a person not a car. Second, give me some credit, I’ve liked you for years, I’m not giving up on that just because you come back from the 40s.”

“You don’t like him, then?” Bucky asked nervously. You smiled, resting your hand on his cheek gently.

“Of course I like him, Buck, he’s you,” you rested your forehead against his, “But I like you better, because that man is only half of who you are today.” He smiled, relieved, and kissed you softly on the lips.

“I love you.”

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YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING SOONER OR LATER - Bucky for the couples headcanons thing? :) You're amazing!

Who cooks: you, but Bucky loves to help you.

Who made the first move: Bucky, after Steve state that he hadn’t lost his charm and you were the right girl (and that’s why his flirtation didn’t work with you)

Did they fool around on the first date: almost, it was a really hot make out, but Bucky wanted to treat you right and “make the right moves”.

How many children do they have: a little girl that has Bucky in her hand (more than you do, btw)

Who’s more dominant: him, but when you say something is just “yes, ma’am”.

Favorite nonsexual activity: everything that  involves showing the things he lost: watch, listen, read, visit, taste… or just lay together on the couch cuddling.

Their favorite place to be together: your lovely apartment at Brooklyn

Any traditions: going out to karaoke (damn his voice gives you so many feels that you end up in bed when you finally return home)

Their “song”: Elvis Presley ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’, and then Bucky sang to you when he asked to be officially his girl.

What they do for each other on holidays: Bucky takes advantage to spoil you and keeps saying he just needs you, but you keep surprising him with something from his old time.

Where did they go for their honeymoon: Switzerland, you two got real romance enjoying Lucerne and Bern.

Where did they first meet: he saved you from being hit by a car that crossed the red light, you were like a lost puppy and Bucky fell in love right there.

Any pets: you two got a dog and named Steve, Captain Steve (the human Steve wasn’t happy)

What do they fight over: when Bucky feels that he’s not good enough and that he doesn’t deserve you, and when you say that you’re big enough to come back from work alone at night… Okay, you two fight over food too.

Do they go on vacations, if so where: you two made a list with every place that you want to go together.

Haru Miura most of the time is not taken seriously by the family because of her goofiness. But ten years later, she became the one of the brains of the famiglia, the strategist and the adviser alongside with Hibari in Cedef. She was hailed as the most intelligent female in the Vongola.

(submitted by anon)

Did you just...?

“Hello дорогой*” Bucky smiled seeing (y/n) coming into the kitchen, still in her pajama and rubbing one of her eyes.

“Hmm?” She looked up and smiled, waving at him. “Hi there Bucky.”

“Ты выглядишь прекрасно*” She looked at him the same way as she always do when he was speaking Russian to her. He only smiled innocently.

“Yeah, whatever Buck. Do we have coffee? I can smell it, but I don’t see any.” He raised his cup full of the drink. She only groaned, coming further into the kitchen, ready to make herself the said drink. He looked at her with smile on his lips, seeing her standing on her toes to reach can with coffee, which he purposely put on the top shelve, only for her to try to reach it and give up, so she would ask him for help. She huffed with frown on her face and looked in his direction. He was pretending to read newspaper, like if he wasn’t observing her.

“Steve, a little help here?” He looked up in shock seeing his best friend coming into the kitchen and with smile on his face getting can for her. “Thank you Steve! I don’t know who is always putting it there.” Steve looked over his shoulder at Bucky, who hided behind his paper, his checks burning.

“I have no idea. Want some scrambled eggs and bacon?”

“Please.” She smiled at him, kissing his check. When Steve went to fridge to search for ingredients for their breakfast (y/n) put kettle on, making coffee for both of them. “Buck, can you give me sugar?” He looked at her instantly, getting up and giving her full sugar bowl. “Thank you.”

“без проблем малышка.*” She looked at him with raised brow before turning without another word, preparing drinks.

*

“You will have to finally tell her, you know?” Bucky blocked Steve’s punch, kicking him.

“What are you talking about?” He huffed when Steve throw him over his shoulder, straight to the ground.

“(y/n). You can’t keep putting coffee on the top shelve and speaking to her in Russian. She will finally find her someone, and you will get hurt.” He kicked Steve in the ankle, sending him to the ground too.

“I think it’s my business.”

“Well, you think wrong. Just ask her out. It will not kill you, you know? What happened with James Buchanan Barnes I knew? The one who was dating every pretty girl who catch his eye?”

“H.Y.D.R.A. got him.” Steve just rolled his eyes.

“Just ask her out Buck.” Blonde patted him on the shoulder and stood up, ready to leave the gym. “It’s better to try and get burned, than never trying and feel guilty because of this.” With that he left Winter Solider, sitting on the ground with racing thoughts.

*

“кукла.*” Bucky greeted (y/n) when she walked into the living room. All Avengers were already here, ready for their movie night. Natasha looked at him with raised eyebrows. Then she smiled deviously, pushing him off the couch, patting his spot for newly arrived (h/c) haired Avenger. Bucky looked at redhead as if he wanted to tear her head off. “отвали* Romanoff.” Female assassin showed him her middle finger, not paying him any further attention. He rolled his eyes and looked at screen. A nightmare on Elm Street playing.

*

He stood on the balcony next to (y/n), smiling at how stunning she looked in her baggy T-shirt and jeans, with her hair around her face.

They went out to the balcony after first movie. She for smoke, and him to ‘breath’ while watching her.

“я люблю тебя так сильно*”

“я тоже тебя люблю ты придурок*” He chocked on his own breath, hearing her words. She was looking ahead, with cigarette between her lips.

“What… did you just…?”

“я тоже тебя люблю.” She said again, looking at him with smile on her lips.

“You know Russian?” She rolled her eyes at his question.

“My mother was Russian. Of course I know it.”

“So all this time…?” He blushed madly.

“да*” She smiled, throwing her cigarette end out of the balcony and coming inside. “Next time ask me out instead of calling me pet names.” He stood there, still stunned by what he just learned. His blush only darkened when he heard Natasha laughing.

“дерьмо!*”

Дорогой (dorogoy) – darling

Ты выглядишь прекрасно (Ty vyglyadish’ prekrasno) – you look beautiful

без проблем малышка (bez problem malyshka) – no problem baby girl

кукла (kukla) – doll

отвали (otvali) – fuck off

я люблю тебя так сильно (ya lyublyu tebya tak sil'no) - I love you so much

я тоже тебя люблю ты придурок (ya tozhe tebya lyublyu ty pridurok) – I love you too you moron

да (da) – yes

дерьмо! (der'mo!) - shit!

The reason why Hibari skips classes so much isn’t just because he doesn’t like crowds. He’s actually a genius, but thinks that intelligence isn’t important, and strength gets you everywhere in his world.

He disregarded his intelligence for massive strength. That’s why he’s never seen in classes, but is shown to be so knowledgeable in the future. 

(submitted by cloudgenlark )