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Peacock and Other Theories

I thought about it on my way home and so I’ve basically jumped off the turtle!Nino bandwagon and jumped on the peacock!Nino bandwagon.

I have a lot of reasons for doing so. 

One, as was stated in my previous post, Nino shares a color scheme with Duusu–that being red and blue–as well as the eye print theme - 

This is important because a majority of the other miraculous holders share color schemes and themes with their kwami - 


Pinks and blacks (cuz Tikki seems more like a deep pink than red), plus, Tikki has freckles like Mari if you look closely enough at the image above. Additionally, Marinette has spots on her clothes.  


Adrien only has a black shirt, but his eyes are green like Plagg’s and his shirt stripes, while also having yellow, are variations of green and purple (the inside of Plagg’s mouth is purple). 

Alya has oranges in her shirt and has a general warm color theme in her hair and eyes. Also, depending on Trixx’s final design, the kwami will either have matching yellow eyes to Alya’s (as it looks like it does above) or purple eyes as was in what was initially announced of the fox design. Either one works as Alya has purple accents in her shirt. Also, she has that beauty spot and Trixx has little spots above their eyes. 

Yellow and black, stripes, blue eyes. Pretty obvious I think. 


Furthermore, I had previously argued that Nino looks more like a turtle than a peacock as far as his facial features, but I’m not so sure anymore. Nino’s nose has always been rather exaggerated and I presumed to think he looked like a turtle because of how his smile turned out, but I think it would be silly not to admit that Nino’s nose is rather beak-ish. 

And while his hair could look rather shellish–in reference to a turtle–it could also be flat like a peacock’s. With the symbolic adornment of Nino’s hat in place of the sticky-up feathers. 

The other miraculous users look respectively like their “animals” too, as I’ve pointed out before. I don’t have comparison pictures of Mari and Chloe, because they don’t look like actual bugs, but their features are small and “buggy,” so that’s worth considering. Also - 


Cat. So much cat. 

Wide smile beneath a cute nose. Fox, fox, fox (I called this one WAY before the spoiler, just fyi. It’s so obvious). 


So yeah, anyway. Peacock!Nino. I know the peacock we’ve seen is clearly feminine, but if it is Mama Agreste, I don’t see her as being the active peacock miraculous holder. She doesn’t fit the age demographic for being a hero and the kids already have their teacher/guide in Master Fu. I would imagine that scan is of the past or a short time period of use, or is symbolic. Whether it’s through Adrien or Mama Agreste, I think Nino has a good chance of eventually getting the peacock, especially with that eye shirt he has as well as being Adrien’s best friend. 

Like usual, this is all speculation and really holds no basis in canon. It’s all based on my observations, as usual, which change depending on the info released, but as of now, this is just an idea I had floating around in my head. I also think it would be really cool to see Nino sporting something as flamboyant as the peacock. He’s so chill, I assume he would pull it off swimmingly, especially since he’s already a performer :D

Oh, also, since we were talking about color and design connections, I’d like to show you this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this cutie - 

Next to this guy - 

Colors and designs sure are interesting, huh (and scarves sure do a good job of covering things up, hmm?)


THAT IS ALL! I WILL RETURN FROM WHERE I CAME!


I NEED PEACOCK!NINO! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!

anonymous asked:

which op guys would love a tomboy girlfriend????

I love this because I myself am sometimes a tomboy :D

So Buggy, Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law, Marco, Aokiji, Smoker and Kizaru would love a tomboyish girlfriend

Divided: Part 17

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: This is super fluffy 

Word Count: 2537

Summary: Your new team assembles, preparing to fight, but some slight conflict ensues, when and unexpected visitor arrives. 

Authors Note: I kinda love this part so I hope you guys do too. The character I reference, Veil, is from @thewintersoldierprogram sequel piece. It has a different reader, Veil, but gives a happy ending to Steve, something you will not find here. I always love hearing from you guys, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16


The small blue buggy turns quickly around the corners as Steve drives hurriedly down the ramps of the empty garage. The car skids slightly, pushing your shoulder roughly into Bucky’s side with the force of the turns.

You smile apologetically at him, eliciting a slight chuckle from him in response as his eyebrow raises at Steve’s ferocious driving.

Finally, the car turns tightly into an empty spot, a white van a few spaces over from your window. Steve parks the car, stepping out hurriedly, Sam following quickly behind him.

You remain still for a moment, watching the van, Bucky peering over your shoulder as your arm reaches back across him, your shoulders rolling back into a defensive and protective posture.

Then suddenly you see Wanda’s head poke out from the passenger seat of the van moments before Clint appears around the back. Your shoulders immediately relax as you register your friends. You move quickly, dislodging yourself from the small car as Steve walks forward to greet Clint.

“Cap,” Clint says, a small smile pulling at his lips as Wanda climbs out of the car. “You know I wouldn’t have called if I had any other choice.” Steve responds, his posture falling back into his normal Captain’s stance as he shakes Clint’s hand.

“Hey, man, you’re doing me a favor.” Clint responds as you rush towards him, happily throwing yourself into his open arms. His hands wrap around you tightly, pulling you closely to his chest as he lifts you slightly off the ground.

For a moment you want to cry, realizing how long it had been and how much you had missed him. “Besides, I owe a debt.” Clint says softly, still looking at Cap as you hug him. You finally dislodge from him, beaming ear to ear as you turn to Wanda, moving forward to wrap her in a tight hug.

“Thanks for having my back,” You whisper softly in her ear, smiling as the two of you rock back and forth slightly in a tight embrace. She pulls away slightly, smiling as she looks you up and down, noting the new marks and bruises you had received since last you’d seen each other. “It was time to get off my ass.”

She winks at you as she takes your hand, moving forward to speak to Steve. Steve’s face is tense, unsure how to proceed with Wanda’s presence. He glares at you, knowing instantly that you are responsible for Wanda being there. His nostrils flare as you avoid his gaze, his anger swelling in him once more at you disobeying his orders.

Steve opens his mouth, preparing to scold you, but Wanda interrupts him, raising a soft finger in the air to hold his words.  “Old man, you need my help, just accept it.” She teases slightly, Steve exhales, annoyed as he shakes his head, a small smile to tugging at his lips as Clint lets out a laugh.

“Fine,” Steve nods, his eyebrows rising in amusement, “How about our other recruit?” He inquires, his gaze shifting to the van. “He’s rarin’ to go!” Clint laughs amusedly as he roughly pulls back the sliding door of the van.

“Had to put a little coffee in him but he should be good.” The sleeping man in the back seat jerks forward, startling awake. Sam’s recruit steps from the van as you and Steve exchange skeptical looks with Sam, who just nods confidently, his arms crossing defensively across his chest.

“What time zone is this.” The man says as he blinks ferociously at the bright light of the sun. Your eyes glance briefly to Bucky, hanging back by the other side of the car. His face downcast as he waits patiently for the exchange of pleasantries.

“Come on Scott. Come on.” Clint says pushing Scott forward towards Steve, you give Wanda’s hand a small squeeze as you release her, stepping forward quietly and moving towards Bucky as Scott walks dazedly towards Steve.

“Hey,” you whisper as you move in front of Bucky, your hands sliding softly to his waist as you slip your face into his downcast gaze. You see his face tense, his jaw set tightly as his hair hangs down slightly around his face, “where’s your head at?” You ask softly, your hands sliding up his body to his cheeks, tipping his head forward so that you could place a delicate kiss on his furrowed brow.

You pull back to see his softened expression, his eyes blinking faintly as his lips pull in a reluctant smile, his metal arm slides gingerly around your waist pulling you against him as he straightens, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before turning to focus on the conversation.

“Hey man!” Scott exclaims loudly, looking over at Sam. “What’s up tic tac,” Sam responds threateningly, his arms still crossed defensively. You can’t help but snort as you try to suppress a laugh. Is this just Sam’s way of interacting with people? Have I just never noticed because we’ve always been friends? Or is Sam just being a protective Mama Bear to Steve?

“Look… what happened last time…” Scott starts to explain, but Sam quickly breaks, smiling slightly as he interrupts Scott. “It was a great audition, but it’ll never happen again.” He laughs, the small sound of a threat still present in his voice. Yep, Sam the Mama Bear.

“They tell you what we’re up against?” Steve asks, drawing Scott’s attention back to him but not before he glances momentarily at you and Bucky behind Sam. “Something about some psycho-assassins?” Scott responds, raising an eyebrow at Steve to display his own skepticism.

“We’re outside the law on this one. So if you come with us you’re a wanted man” Steve speaks clearly, making sure Scott knows exactly what he’s signing up for. Steve has always been a worthy leader, careful at all times to make sure that his team is informed and willing, careful to never take advantage of the loyalty he inspires. It’s why you liked him, why you trusted him, why you…

“We should get moving.” You startle slightly as Bucky speaks beside you bringing your focus back to the situation. You glance up at him, noticing the tension in his chest again as he feels the pressure of the ticking clock.

“Veil helped us to get a chopper lined up.” Clint responds, immediately clicking into work mode. Steve smiles slightly, appreciating the reliability of his friends. Suddenly a siren sounds as a German voice echoes over an intercom throughout the parking complex.

Everyone tenses and looks around, Bucky listen’s carefully to the announcement before explaining a translation, “They’re evacuating the airport.” He pulls away from you as he stands firmly upright to face Steve glancing around to watch for any intruders.

“Stark,” Sam growls slightly, looking around as if he expected his ex-teammate to suddenly appear. “Stark?” Scott questions, looking confused.

Steve nods as if making a decision before announcing to the team at large. “Suit up. I’ll go scope out the helicopter, draw Stark out if he’s here, you all split up and explore other exit routes and escape routes.”

You all nod, Scott snapping into a serious salute, “Yes Sir, Captain America.” You can’t help but laugh at Scott’s nervous demeanor as Steve smiles slightly, “Except for you Mr. Lang, I need you to come with me.”

Steve and Scott waste no time in suiting up as the rest of you move quickly about gathering your gear. “Here buddy, I think I grabbed a piece that’ll fit you.” Clint advances on Bucky as he looks nervously to you for reassurance, you nod softly as he consents to follow Clint to the van.

“Y/N, hun, I think Wanda has something that will make you very happy.” He tosses over his shoulder as Bucky follows him. You move quickly towards Wanda as she reaches into the car, “Hey Clint says you have something…” She pulls out of the car, pulling with her a familiar pile of clothes. Your suit.

Your hands run happily over the flexible corset and close fitted leather jacket, smiling widely as you find the stretchable strong fabric of the pants, littered with pockets and holsters for all your favorite knives.  

You smile happily up at Wanda as she hands you a rolled piece of fabric. You roll it out on the seat to reveal your vast collection of knives. The only pocket empty was the one for your Scorpion dagger, which was still safely secured against your thigh.

“Thanks Wanda, I… Thank you.” She smiles happily at you receiving your thanks as she pulls out her own duffle. “You heard Cap, suit up.” She smiles as she begins to undress, swapping her civilian clothes for her gear.

You follow her quickly, stripping off your jeans as you swiftly slink into the close fitted black fabric, stripping off your shirt for ease of buckling the high waisted pants. You move quickly, loading your knives into each of their designated pockets.

“Hey, we have to get going soon, are you all almost ready?” Sam speaks plainly, looking at you and Wanda, his eyes briefly grazing over your exposed chest, only covered by a bra as you load your knives. Bucky and Clint walk around the van, coming to listen to Sam’s plan.

Bucky’s eyes flash briefly to you before widening, his fist clenching slightly at the discomfort of your exposed body around Clint and Sam. He moves quickly, stepping towards you to block the view to you as he reaches for your corset on the seat. “Doll?” He says sweetly to you as he hands you your top.

You glance up at him, halting in your ministrations, seeing the discomfort in his face before glancing down to your top in his hand. “Call me old fashioned but…” He whispers quietly. It dawns on you why he’s so uncomfortable and you quickly grab your corset from his hand, wrapping it around your torso as you begin to do up the clasps.

“Sorry… we change in front of each other all the… I just don’t really think much about it… never really had to…” You whisper as you finish the clasps, moving quickly to lace up your knee high boots and grab your leather jacket.

Bucky nods, as his shoulders jut forward, hunching defensively. He turns from you and moves around the side of the van as Sam calls to everyone for a strategy design meeting. “I… just give me a minute, I’ll get him.” You say to an annoyed Sam, turning quickly to follow Bucky around the other side of the van.

“Bucky… Hey, what’s going on?” You walk forward in front of him, his head hangs down again, biting at his lips as his brow furrows. “We never… I know I don’t have… We never talked about it but…” He stumbles as he tries to find the words. “I just…”

He tries to pull back, away from your grip, but you hold onto his suit, locking your fingers into the belt around his midriff, pushing yourself forward against him as you slide your arms around his waist.

You rest your head against his chest, hugging him closely. His arms rise up defensively for a moment before softly wrapping around you. “It’s ok… I’m here, I’m right here beside you…” You pull back slightly, your hands moving up to frame his face and pull his gaze down to meet yours, his arms still wrapped around you.

“I’ll stay here as long as you’ll let me…” You kiss him softly, feeling a small tingle press down your spine as his fingers flex against your back and he pulls you closer.

“You…” He pulls away slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he sighs heavily, his voice shaking ever so slightly “you matter to me… it’s been a long time since anything’s mattered to me… but you…” He whispers softly, his eyes blinking open to look at yours.

His eyes shine down at you. You gaze into his blue stare, feeling as if you could see the whole meaning of life in his sad eyes. Your head swims as you breathe deeply, feeling as if an addictive rush was coursing through your body.

“I love you.” You whisper quietly, your mind blurs as your adrenaline sky rockets higher than any fight had caused it to before. You bite your lip nervously as you gaze up at him. Unable to take back the words that you had never before been able to say.

He smiles widely, his eyes sparkling with the vulnerable joy that you had only seen once before in bed. His arms wrap strongly around you as he pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss, his hand sliding up into your hair to pull you tighter against him.

After a moment, you kiss down his neck, settling into the comfort of his embrace, his hand still pressing softly in your hair. “I love you.” He breathes, his lips pressing softly against your forehead as a smile cracks across your face.

You both stand there, arms wrapped around each other, smiling slightly as you both breathe evenly for the first time in the last 48 hours.

“Umm…” Wanda interrupts awkwardly, stepping around the van, you pull sharply away from Bucky, turning towards her as she stares at you for a moment, her eyebrow raising, before her eyes dart to Bucky, widening her smile.

“Sam has a plan; you need to come be briefed quickly. Cap’s about to move forward with Scott.” She reports, the knowing smile tugging at her cheeks. You nod tensely, your eyes glaring at her, knowing exactly what she was doing.

You step forward, Bucky moving beside you towards Sam. Wanda grabs your arm for a moment, holding you back, “In love? Certainly not what I was expecting to overhear… I guess, congratulations?” She chuckles as she teases you, causing your face to go red.

“It’s not nice to read people’s mind Maximoff.” She rolls her eyes at your teasing before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I just want you to be smart and stay safe.”

She smiles as she links her arm in with yours, moving you forward towards Sam and Bucky, “And I want to keep Steve from killing you,” She teases, her eyes flashing forward to appraise Bucky’s large form, “Or him.”

You chuckle slightly, tension present at the edge of your laugh as the memory of your argument with Steve flashes in your head, giving way to the image of his kiss with Sharon… You step up beside Bucky, looking to Sam as he continues with his explanation.

Your eyes flash up to Bucky, his tall form standing close beside you… His perfect jaw darkened with thick stubble, pieces of his hair flittering forward into his bewitching blue gaze. His eyes flash to you for just a moment, catching you staring at him.

He smiles broadly at your gaze, his eyes twinkling with the hint of a laugh. Your chest relaxes, a feeling of calm and certainty washing over you. You matter to me… People have before… But never like this… You… you are what matters to me.

PART 18

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The Highly Explosive Recon Buggy, or HERB. 

Relatively small and speedy, the HERB is built for scouting missions. Like the Mop it too carries an exploding backup plan ensuring intel cannot be recovered while serving as a weapon against potential enemies. 

Beach (Stiles x Reader)

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Reader Gender: Surfer!Female

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PACK POV

College isn’t cheap, and everyone in the pack knew that from the recent worried glances at bank accounts compared to a much larger amount on university websites. There was only one conclusion, to find a summer job. Stiles, Scott, Kira and Malia all joined in order to earn enough to get a slight head start over student loans. Lydia didn’t need to get a job, her parents had enough as it is, but she wanted to remind everyone she was normal and could work a job. Liam didn’t want to be the odd one out of the pack over summer, and said that he needed to start saving for college as well, despite still being several years away. And that was how the McCall pack found themselves donning bright red board shorts or a one-piece for the girls and white polo tops and patrolling a small beach just outside Beacon Hills.

YOUR POV

You had just moved to Beacon Hills in preparation for college, you had only arrived 3 days ago, and after sleeping off your jetlag and finally unpacking your multiple suitcases and boxes to finally fill your apartment. You had lived in Australia before the move, and having lived in such a massive surf culture you made sure you bought an apartment within driving distance to a beach with half decent waves and you had already placed your paddle board and surf board up against a wall. Smiling fondly at the boards you decided now was the perfect time to go for a surf on a patrolled beach you had driven past on your way into town.  You quickly changed into your favourite bikini and wetsuit, folding it down over your waist and chucking a plain shirt over your torso. You chucked your keys, phone, purse and sunscreen into a bag and chucked it over your shoulder. You picked up your board and left the apartment, letting the door slam shut behind you.

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Leave ((Reader x Kurloz, Humanstuck))

“Kurloz! Let’s go! We’re going to be late!” You frantically called to your moirail, Kurloz. Kurloz. 17 years old, still pretty young though he was older than you. He was interesting to say the least. Defintely attractive. Tall, mysterious, and handsome. All of this paled in comparison to the one thing that definitely made him odd to others. Kurloz was mute. By choice? Hell if you knew. Maybe it was caused by a traumatic event. You weren’t really sure, and you never really pushed it because physoanalyzing people wasn’t your cup of tea, and you figured if he wanted to tell you, he would eventually.

He signed frantically to you as you pushed him out the door and into your small buggie. You nodded, but he knew you weren’t even looking. Could he blame you? After all you were driving, and going way too fast. 

~Time Skip~

Running into the hell you have to call High School, you grabbed Kurloz by the wrist and pulled him towards your first period, Anatomy with Mr. Henson. 

Bursting through the door just as he placed his attendence board, Mr. Henson stared at you and Kurloz. “Barely made it, (y/n). Get here earlier.” He tsked you but you had your back to him half way into his sentence. Kurloz huffed out next to you, tuckered out from that run. Not as tuckered out as you though. You were literally panting like a dog. Kurloz smirked and patted your back, and signed “Just breathe” to you. You mouthed a sarcastic ha-ha to him, before turning your attention to Mr. Henson who was explaining muscles again. The guy had a serious thing for anatomy. You liked it too, but Henson boarded on an obsession, possibly a fetish?

Kurloz had a fasination with skeletons, but I wouldn’t call it a fetish. He just really liked them. It was the first word I learned to sign when you talked to him, he thought you skeleton so you taught him how to tie his shoes. That was in 1st grade. Now you’re both Juniors in highschool. 

After you went through 1st period, all the way to 4th PE with Mrs. Anderson, it was finally lunch. Kurloz signed that he would be right back, you tilted your head at him. He signed back, “Bathroom” with a smirk. You waved him away and continued on to get your lunch. You took the B hall all the way down, and found yourself in the middle of the quad. Jeez, you never realized how much you relyed on Kurloz when it came to the school layout. You felt a hand tap my shoulder, and You would have assumed it was Kurloz, but he always pokes your side or breathes heavily onto your neck just to make you jump. You turn around to face Cronus, the school’s badboy, and someone Kurloz wasn’t too fond of. 

“Hey doll. You’re lookin’ a bit lost. I would love to help you.” He reached forward and tucked a piece of your (hair color) hair behind your ear. You shook him away.

“Cronus, I really don’t have time for this right now, I have to find Kurloz.”

“Kurloz? Who? That shy kid you always hang out with. Now, I don’t mean to pull this kind of card, because honestly I dont think he is all that bad….looks wise, but you could do so much better, darling.”

You glared up at Cronus, who was taller than you, but not taller than Kurloz. Your (eye color) eyes burned with anger, and you could feel your fists ball up at your sides.

“If you think me dating you would be an improvement, you’ve got that wrong. Dating you is literal rock bottom, and if you don’t back off right now, that is where I am going to put you.” Cronus smiled down at you, and grabbed your harm roughly. 

“I like mine a little fiesty, but you seem to be getting mouthy ….but you are pretty cute when you’re angry.” He smirked, and I smiled sweetly.

“Well get ready, because I’m about to get gorgeous.” You balled up my fists tighter, you took a step back, your elbow following the notion, and you were about to land a nice punch on his jaw until Kurloz’s hand grabs yours. He is behind you, but in just seconds you are behind him now. He has pulled you behind him so he can protect you. You hate this and try to push past him, you can defend yourself, but Kurloz isn’t risking that. Kurloz turns his head to you and quickly signs “Stay.” to you. You listen as he comes closer to Cronus. 

“Look who showed up, it’s (y/n)’s boyfriend come to say her from the big. bad. wo-”

Before Cro can even finish his sentence, Kurloz has him pinned to the wall. Kurloz’s hand is wrapped tightly around Ampora’s neck, as he drags the greaser up the wall, his legs kicking helplessly. I stand up and pull on Kurloz’s arm.

“Kurloz! Kurloz stop! KURLOZ! LET HIM GO.!” But his eyes are wide, and focused. NO matter what you do, Kurloz isn’t looking at you, he has his sight set to kill. “Kurloz, Kurloz please” Your voice cracks as you see Cronus slowly losing conciousness. The crack in your otherwise always strong voice makes Kurloz let go of Cronus almost immediately as he looks down at you. He signs shyly, almost too himself, “ He was going to hurt you.” You look down knowing he is right but before you can say anything, Cronus gets up gasping for air, and looks at both of you, bewildered.

“You are a bunch of freaks! Don’t you ever let skeleton boy touch me again, or I swear-”

Kurloz turns around and towers over Cronus. He takes a small intimadiating step forward, but Cronus stands strong. Kurloz grabs the collar of his jacket between 2 bony fingers and leans in closely to Cronus, 

“Leave.”

It’s one word, whispered so harshly, it made you shudder from where you stood, observing. Your knees shock in fear. It was the first time you had heard Kurloz speak ever, and it was terrifying. He let go of Cronus who wasn’t stupid anymore and decided he should run while he could. You looked up at a content looking Kurloz. He nodded at me before grabbing your hand gentely and leading you towards the lunch line, the oppisite way, before anyone official could come and get him in trouble.

You thought to yourself. He was mute by choice. He didn’t talk because he didn’t want to but maybe something caused that too. He had spoke though. For you. Today. He had spoke with a voice so harsh so cruel it didn’t match him. He had almost killed Cronus brutally with the same hands that were so carefully holding your hand now. Your moirail is Kurloz, and you are fairly sure you are going to be safe with him around you,….well safe from everything but red feelings towards him of course. 

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Innocent - Part 3/?

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: see exactly what is happening inside that small blue buggy with the reader, bucky and sam as steve and sharon talk

part 1 | part 2

In your defense, all four of you didn’t have a lot of cash on you to get a nicer rental. Plus, you needed something that wasn’t too nice since you were trying to travel incognito. Still, you had to admit, it was small. Really small.

When the guys first laid eyes on it, they looked to you waiting for you to tell them it was just a joke and the real car was parked somewhere else.

“Listen, this is all they had left that fit within our budget, okay?”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “You know what? It’s not that bad.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, maybe if you’re sitting in the front.” There was a silence before Sam yelled out. “Shot gun!” Bucky rolled his eyes slightly, partially mad that he wasn’t going to be sitting in the front.

You handed Steve the keys, since he knew where you were going to meet his girlfriend, or as Steve kept telling you, not his girlfriend, to retrieve their gear. “Looks like it’s you and me in the back.” Bucky’s eyes immediately softened, and suddenly he was more than happy to accompany you in the backseat.

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Oneshot: The Dark

Regina and Emma get trapped somewhere… An elevator, a rollercoaster, something. Regina is scared, (ex. claustrophobic, anxiety attack) and Emma helps her through it. Pre Sq, developing the relationship – IswearReginasmine

Thanks for the prompt. TW for references to child abuse/marital abuse/panic attack. I don’t own Once or its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you all enjoy :)

Regina smiles as the warm spring breeze floats through the air. It’s one of those lovely days that tell you summer is coming. Clear skies. No rain, just warm enough to go out without a coat and not cold enough to give you a chill. It’s not the weather that warms Regina’s heart and puts the smile on her face, no, it’s the company.

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One thing he was good at was keeping his word, and this he’d promised. He glided through the candied scenery, weaving lazily between the trees. Briefly he wondered if Turbug was even awake, the downsides of visiting without warning, he laughed. Soon enough he came upon Turbug’s current residence and poked his head inside to peek around. His hopes were to catch Turbug sleeping and give him a rude awakening, but the addition of small buggy children might spoil that fun.