Tsuna: *does Something Well For Once*

Tsuna: *does something well for once*

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

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.

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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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Passion and Plums (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Credit to the gif maker. 

WARNING: Some NSFW parts and Civil War spoilers. WARNING 2.0: I had to use google translate for the Romanian. I apologize in advance. 

“Pot…av-eea?…no…av-ay-a?…uh…” you squinted at the English to Romanian translation book in your right hand, while the left held a small plum. Across from you was an annoyed looking clerk, who was eyeing the people crowding around you, impatiently waiting to make their purchases. You could’ve easily turned the book to face him and pointed to the phrase you were attempting to say. Or you could’ve asked in English while you frantically pointed to the fruit, but if you were going to be living here, then you were going to have to learn the language.

You tried again, somehow making the words sound even more awkward than before.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled under your breath in defeat. More and more people were showing up by the second, and you knew that the added pressure certainly wasn’t going to help anything.

„Iartă -i că încearcă ei cel mai bun . I se va cumpăra una ei și acestea la fel de bine.”

You looked over to the side to find a man who had shown up seemingly out of nowhere. As he spoke, his eyes were cast down while he inspected the plums carefully. The clerk was laughing at whatever he said, and you could only assume the comment had been directed towards you. The world was turning blurry as your eyes watered. It had been one day and already you regretted signing up to study abroad. It was a stupid choice. Especially because you turned down an internship at Stark Industries to do it, but your mom had been the one to persuade you.’ You have your whole life to work. Go travel. See the world,’ she’d said. And like the lemming that you were, you immediately took her advice without any further thought.

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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. 

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