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Dino: *on the roof, looking for Hibari* this calls for drastic measures

Romario: Hoe don't do it

Dino: *yelling at the top of his lungs* NAMI-CHUU SUCKS!

Hibari: *appears behind him* what the FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY

The disciplinary committee: *chanting from across the building* NAMI-CHUU NAMI-CHUU NAMI-CHUU

Dino: *fearful screaming*

Kusakabe: Oh my god

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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Belphegor has a great number of loyal wives from a number of different third world countries.

However he does not actually attend the weddings or even keep in contact with his spouses due to over half of them demanding a child from him. He does let them visit during holidays when he has time though.

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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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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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Gokudera has a photographic memory, which is why he was able to fully learn Japanese in such a short amount of time.

He also has an extensive knowledge of several other major world languages, including English, Spanish, French, German, and Russian. Learning new languages and other subjects through reading is a major hobby of his.

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Although Reborn (and many others) keep pestering Tsuna about starting his own family, or at least take either Haru or Kyoko as his wife,  Tsuna’s always refused.

During the time in the future, Tsuna overheard from a member of the famiglia that Haru and Kyoko were planning on having a dual wedding and though names weren’t spoken, Tsuna’s intuition told him that though it wasn’t him who wedded either of the girls- they were people in his famiglia.

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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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ごくはるつめつめ２

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

How would vongola react if their s/o turned into a 5 year old? (Like how gokudera did with the broken ten year bazooka)

Tsuna would flip out, like oh god, oh god, what happened, how do I fix this? Is Reborn here? Please don’t let him be here or I’m screwed. But would settle down in a minute after remembering the effects aren’t permanent.  It would then dawn on him just how cute his s/o was and he would start blushing.

Gokudera would be angry because it no doubt threw a wrench in his plans, but would calm down, after kicking Lambo’s ass, if he was the one to blame.  He would tease his s/o on how small they are and probably get kicked.

Yamamoto would be the most chill with it, not bothering to stop what he was doing and continuing on just fine, knowing it wouldn’t last.  But he would definitely comment on how cute you looked or how small you were and would try to pick you up. 

Lambo was no doubt the one behind it all in some way, shape or form.  He would be the one to tease you the most with comments about how small you are and that he isn’t the youngest anymore.  Would most likely get hit with the bazooka by his s/o wanting justice.

Ryohei would probably tease you some, but would also freak out and make sure his sister doesn’t see since he is horrible at coming up with lies.  He would worry about accidentally hurting you a lot too, being extra careful with you until you were back to your old self.

Hibari would be annoyed.  This was not planned and not wanted.  Children were not his specialty, even if that child was his s/o.  He would just sit there for five minutes, waiting for the effect to wear off, confused as to what to do.  He might comment later on how cute you looked.

Chrome would love it.  She would pick you up and swing you around, telling you how cute you looked.  She would immediately correct herself, apologizing for doing that, not that you minded.  You would laugh at her behavior and tell her it was okay if she wanted to swing you around, just not to drop you.

Mukuro would tease you into oblivion.  It would be relentless.  How cute you looked.  How small you looked.  How much you have matured in the years since last looking like that.  How you were now pocket sized.  Anything and everything.  He would carry you in his arms and compare everything to you in size just for laughs.

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.

Date me now, I will get hot, I’m an investment

Tsuna (via incorrectkhr)

Dino: *does finger guns at Hibari* ayyyy

Hibari: pull the fucking trigger you coward

Haru: wow the stars sure are beautiful tonight

Gokudera: do you know what else is beautiful?

Both: Tsuna

Bonus:

Tsuna: *does something well for once*

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

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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“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!

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.

I don’t even care! He can haunt my dreams all he wants :3

Mini story based on the pics.

Darcy walked into the kitchen, making sure she had everything she needed in her purse before she left.

Of course, he had to be there, starting intently at her as he sat on chair. Why had she agreed to let this man stay with her and Jane. Damn Steve Rogers and his persuasive abilities.

She had planned to just ignore him, and leave to meet Jane as planned, but he then presented her with this mysterious look, slightly biting his bottom lip painfully slowly.

The urge to roll her eyes at his not so subtle flirtatious move, and she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay, Winter guy! Enough with those stares when I’m around you.”

“I really want to stop,” he replied, caressing the mug in front of him as if petting a cat. Was this guy for real? “But we both know you don’t want me to.”

Darcy considered ignoring his presumptuous statement, but found her feet drawing her closer to the kitchen counter, where he sat.

“You know what? I hate cocky guys with a passion.”

He brought the mug to his lips, never breaking his gaze on her eyes. Then, he gulped loudly as if he hadn’t drunk anything in years. “I could really turn that statement on you, doll.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

She placed both her hands on the wooden surface, narrowing her eyes. “Looking at me like you’re stripping me. At least be subtle.”

Bucky brought one hand to his jaw, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. The stare he gave her just sent chills down her body.

This man was hot, yes. Too hot. Alarmingly hot. She should probably just give in already, and stop denying how he made her feel.

“Why are you smiling, doll?” She heard his deep voice, shaking her out of her thoughts.

Too bad she was running late.

Darcy fixed her dress before looking down and shaking her head. “I’ll be home at 3 pm. Are you around?”

Something flashed in his eyes. Something that truly allured her. Damn him.

“I thought you’d never ask, doll.”