Hiiiiii!!!! Can I Please Ask For A Scenario Where Yamamoto And Hibari's Gf Gets Soaked By Some Hose Or

Hiiiiii!!!! Can I please ask for a scenario where Yamamoto and hibari's gf gets soaked by some hose or some other source of water, so they take her back to their place cuz it's closer and gives her one of their shirts so she'll be dry. However, their girlfriend looks super cute and they're tempted by her. >u

 thanks for the love boo.

Yamamoto:

The rain came sudden and unexpectedly, the weather station having lied about the zero percent chance of rain that day.  Scurrying about, the two of you rushed off to his place since it was only a block away while your house was four away.  

By the time the two of you made it to the entrance to the house, you were both soaked to the bone.  When the two of you had grabbed towels and dried off some, he noticed that your clothes were still pretty yet.  More specifically, that your shirt was wet and completely see through, something you hadn’t realized yet.

Grabbing an extra shirt out of his dresser, he offered it to you.  “Oh, my shirt’s not that bad,” at which point you looked down and saw the stripped pattern of your bra showing before quickly covering your chest.  “Never mind, it is,” you finished, taking the shirt from him with a thank you.

When you came back into his room, his shirt hanging loosely from your shoulders, and long enough to cover your shorts to make it seem like it was all you were wearing, he was happy he made the decision to lend you a shirt.  He also learned that he was not as innocent as he thought.  

With you settled on the bed next to him, checking your weather app, he couldn’t stop staring at you.  He couldn’t stop imagining you sitting in his lap.  His face started heating up and he had to look away. “What’s the weather say?” he asked, another image of you straddling him, your lips on his neck, flashing through his mind.

“It still says absolutely nothing about rain, but it doesn’t look like its gonna let up anytime soon,” you commented as you looked out the window.  Catching a glimpse of his red face you asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied, making himself busy by organizing some of his school books that were at his nightstand.  Another picture flashed through his mind though, this time you grinding against him as the two of you were kissing.  

What’s worse is he felt the difference the images made as his pants got a little tighter.  Grabbing a textbook, he laid it in his lap, pretending to browse over today’s homework while you played a game on your phone.  

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, he chanted in his mind. 

Hibari:

A water balloon fight of all things to end up being a part of.  All he wanted to do was walk you home, but no.  You got dragged into a water balloon fight and he was not about to just stand by and watch.  So now you were soaked while he was dry enough.  

He saw you smiling at him as you walked over, the fight over, your shirt practically see through.  Shrugging off his jacket, he handed it to you, his head turned so you wouldn’t spot the small blush he had going.

Since his place happened to be closer, the two of you stopped there so you could hang your shirt up to dry.  Tugging on one of his spare shirts, you buttoned it up before heading back to the living area to find him.  

Hearing you walk in, he turned to see you, and his eyes went wide.  Quickly recovering, he turned back away, trying to get the image of you that just flashed before him out of his head.  The last thing he needed to worry about getting worked up over something so simple.  

Sitting down next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder as you watched him flip through some paperwork.  “Looks boring,” you commented, grabbing your phone.  In the process though, one of the sleeves slipped off your shoulder.  You didn’t seem to mind, but Hibari noticed and it sent another image flashing through his mind.  

This time both of the sleeves had slipped off your shoulders and you were standing in front of him, your hair down and your legs bare, enticing him closer.

He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head.  Finish drying already he thought, looking over at your shirt hanging on the line.

Tsuna always knew he was a descendant of Primo.

He just didn’t want to be involved in the mafia because he saw what it did to his own family and how hard it was for his mom. He decided that he would never put his future wife through that. That’s why he rejects the role so furiously.

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Make more text post memes. Why? You gotta.  ✖‿✖

Unconsciously, Haru goes to the gang as an escape of her reality.

After all, she goes to Midori Middle School, which is one of the toughest elite schools to get into.

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Haru: wow the stars sure are beautiful tonight

Gokudera: do you know what else is beautiful?

Both: Tsuna

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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