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there's a severe lack of Fobin on this app and I need to fix this wtf
(going through my files of au ideas)
Ah, there we go: suburbs au
Where Robin moves into a sweet little neighborhood and is quickly welcomed by all the neighbors. She's pleasantly surprised because she moved out of a big city where everyone was so cold and hostile.
They make her a welcome party and gets chatting with the local besties and gossip-havers (Usopp and Nami). They introduced themselves - Usopp the graphic designer who married his childhood best friend Kaya and Nami - an accountant.
They also tell her about the residents: Luffy is a firefighter and has two older brothers, Sanji is a hairdresser and a volunteer at the local homeless shelter, Zoro is a policeman who adopted a little boy named Chopper (even though it feels like he's all their kid), Brook is a retired musician who won't tell anyone where he played (though they suspect he was the big shot who faked his death "the king of soul") and then there was Franky - a mechanic, who also came from the big city and now foes house repairs and sometimes pluming.
He seemed familiar to her but she decided to ignore it for now.
Robin lives right across from Franky so she keeps seeing him building various gadgets, little robots and even a whole motorcycle out of scrap metal.
One night there's a storm that breaks a tree and falls on her house. After the insurance company tells her they can't fix it, Nami's takes her in. However, Robin starts noticing little by little the house is getting repaired. She wanted to ask Nami but she was already so busy trying to find a loophole in the insurance contract and arguing with them, that Robin didn't want to bother her.
So she stays up one night to see who it is.
She notices Franky coming home late after a his shift. Which wasn't odd. But what was odd, was that ten minutes later he walked over to her house with his building tools and a bunch of material. She watched him almost all night as he built back up almost one forth of her house and furniture in one go. The before sunrise he went back to his house and came out on his lawn with a cola can to watch the sunrise.
The next night she waits in her house to see if he'll come back again. And he does.
The conversation all leads to one question "why?"
And the answer Franky gives her shocks her a bit. He says that he knows what it's like to lose a home and be left alone. She sees two star-shaped tattoos on his forearms and she remembers where he looked so familiar from.
Turns out he used to lead a gang in the same city as Robin but he got in trouble with the law and his entire "family" was locked up for a few years. Their house was raided and practically demolished. They made a deal with the authorities that if they confess to all the theft and dealings they've been doing, Franky's criminal record would be erased.
She didn't recognize him from there though. He doesn't remember her, but a little after the plea deal was made he walked past her on a bridge and talked her off the ledge. She couldn't see him very well from the pills she had taken and the tears welling up in her eyes, but she clearly remembered his voice and arm tattoos.
#they are courting like birds your honor#haha and her name is robin... I'm so funny lol#frobin#robin x franky#franky x robin#one piece frobin#op#suburban au
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Suburban Hookdust au thingy where Hook and Zarina are a divorced couple who can't seem to stop being an on again off again couple.
Hook made Zarina look bad so he got everything in the divorce, but unfortunately for him that also meant he got custody of Peter. He pays Tinkerbell to babysit so he doesn't have to be present in peters life.
Zarina meets James after running away from home and he steals her car shortly after dating her starting a long and ridiculous petty back and forth.
Hook is a struggling musician, Zarina is a successful Chemist, Tinkerbell is an engineer.
She was punk he was a prep can I make it anymore obvious?
They meet at the same bus stop every week and share passive aggressive comments.
A lovers to enemies to it's complicated.
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The Little Thing in Life - 9
Masterlist
Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex and rape; My tags are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.
Characters: Steve Rogers
Note: Monday, again.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you.Take care. 💖
"Is gramma gonna be okay?" Kayla asked as you carried her on your hip to the car.
"Y-yeah," you lied, "she will. She just had an accident. We can come back tomorrow when she's awake, alright, honey?"
You leaned awkwardly as you hit the unlock button on the keys and opened the door slightly before using your knee to push it to its limit. You angled Kayla into the carseat and strapped her in silently, hands shaking as your thought got ahead of you. You had no choice, you had to face Steve.
"Mommy, are you sad?" Your daughter asked as you clicked in the buckle at last.
"I'm fine, honey, I'm just thinking."
She was quiet as she kicked her feet, "I miss daddy."
"I know, hon, I know. Maybe tomorrow after we see gramma…"
You reached over her and grabbed her daycare bag. You fished out the tablet and unlocked it, opening the fish game she liked so much.
"You hungry?" You put the tablet in her lap.
"Uh huh!" She smiled.
"Well, uh, you know Steve, he said he'd take care of dinner so we're going to have a small visit.'
"Steve! Can I have ice cream?"
"You'll have to ask him," you gulped and touched her hair.
You backed out and gently shut the door. The car shifted as you got in the driver's seat and turned the ignition. You paused to buckle in before slowly switching into gear. You flipped on the radio as you waited to exit the lot, the silence unbearable.
The music didn’t help. You barely heard the adverts or the commentators announcing the next track. You only saw the road ahead of you in tunnel vision, fingers tight around the wheel so your knuckles throbbed from the pressure.
This wasn’t just about you anymore, this was about protecting your family; your mother, your daughter, even Logan. You might hate him, but your daughter deserved a father.
You hooked your thumb under the wheel as you veered up the cul-de-sac. The sky darkened and lent an ominous shadow to the trees planted at precise intervals along the street and you rolled up to your drive. You reversed in and put the car in park, staring across the road before you killed the engine.
“Mommy?” Kayla piped up from the back.
“Sorry, baby,” you pressed the button on your seatbelt and it retracted.
You get out and open the back door, freeing your daughter from the straps of her seat. You take the tablet and tuck it back in her bag. You stop her and hook the knapsack over her shoulders.
“Remember, we’re going to Steve’s,” you took her hand and shut the door, chirping the lock before you turned down the driveway.
“I want ice cream!” She hopped as you reached the curb.
“You have to eat dinner first,” you said tersely.
“Tell Steve I don’t like peas!”
“You tell him yourself,” you tutted as you crossed the road.
As you came to the other side, you halted again. You gulped as you peered up at the lit windows. He was waiting, you knew it. His silhouette appeared in the window and he waved at you from within. Kayla squealed and waved back before you tugged her forward.
The front door opened before you got to the top step and Steve let you in as Kayla wriggled her hand free of yours.
“Steve!” She jumped into his arms as he caught her and picked her up easily.
“Hey, kiddo, there you are.”
“Oh, sorry,” she sat in his hold, his arm hooked under her as she covered her mouth, “is Sarah asleep?”
“She’s at her grandmother’s,” he assured her and he winked over her head at you, “with Sharon.”
He bent his knees to put her down and slid the straps of her bag away from her shoulders, “come on, let’s get you settled in. Your mom said you like chicken nuggets.”
“I love chicken nuggets,” she chimed and clapped her cheeks in joy as he hung her bag from a hook mounted to the wall, “Steve, do you have ice cream?”
“Well, I don’t know, we’ll have to finish the nuggets first and see,” he coaxed her as he sat her down on the bench below the hanging jackets and undid the velcro of her small shoes.
You could only stand watching in horror of the scene. Was he pretending that this was normal? Was he playing out a fantasy that he’d nurtured for years? A soft breeze blew over you from behind as you remained planted in the doorway.
“Well, you gonna stay a while?” Steve asked as he stood, taking Kayla’s hand in his large one.
You inched inside and closed the door without looking. You quickly thumbed off the back of your sneakers and kicked them onto the mat as he led Kayla away. You followed at a pace, heart racing. The world before you was trapped behind a sheet of disbelief as Steve lifted your daughter onto a chair and asked her what she wanted to drink.
He went into the kitchen and you crossed the room. Kayla was distracted as she sang about being hungry and your eyes fell onto a picture of Sharon and her husband. They looked happy; smiling and golden.
“You want some?” Steve came back out with a plastic cup of juice and a plate of nuggets and smiley fries.
“No,” you answered as you touched your throat, voice grating harshly, “thanks.”
“You can have some of mine, mommy?” Kayla offered as Steve put her dinner on the table.
“More than enough for everyone,” Steve assured.
“Really, no, I’m okay,” you balled your hand and let it fall onto the wooden tabletop, “eat up, Kayla.”
“I have some beer, wine?”
You shook your head and stared at Kayla’s plate. You brought your hand back up to rub the side of your neck as your throat bobbed. She bit into a nugget greedily as you sat speechless. The helplessness throttled you. You were a bad mother, a bad wife, a bad daughter. Weak and worthless.
You looked up at Steve as he sat across from you with a plate of chicken. He picked at it without intent and you averted your gaze once more. It was like being locked in a room. The door was just a door, just a slab of wood, you should be able to break through but you couldn’t. So you just had to sit and wait. And hope.
“How was your day, kiddo?” Steve asked.
“Mmmm,” Kayla grumbled through a mouthful.
“Swallow your food first,” you reprimanded.
She did as she was told, tapping her fingers anxiously on the table. “We went to see grandma but she… she had to go to the hospital.”
“Oh, is she okay?” Steve intoned, his cheek twitching. You repressed a hot flash of anger and cupped your chin.
“Mommy says she is. We’re going to see her tomorrow!”
“That’s good. You know, when people get older, they just need a little extra help. Especially from doctors. I’m sure she’ll be alright.”
“Yeah, it was real scary but the nurse gave me a sucker.”
“That’s nice of her,” Steve smiled, “sounds like you’ve already had your fill of sweets. We’ll have to save that ice cream–”
“No!” Kayla exclaimed, “I want ice cream!”
“Kayla, that’s not how you ask nicely. Please and thank you,” you warned, “and finish your dinner.”
She pouted and grabbed a nugget, shoving it in her mouth. You chewed your lip and your eyes met Steve’s across the table as he took a nibble of chicken. He shifted his plate closer with his other hand. You reluctantly took a nugget and bit into it. It was just a waiting game now.
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Kayla got her ice cream but only took a few bites before she was full. You held back your disappointment, hardly concerned by her eating habits in that moment. You offered to clear the table as Steve took her into the living room and turned on The Wiggles.
You listened to the boppy tunes as you rinsed the dishes and wasted time. As you came to the large archway of the living room, you watched the back of Kayla’s head. She sat wrapped in a throw blanket, leaning against the arm of the couch.
You shuddered and inhaled. You couldn’t help but wonder how far Steve would go. Your mother was in the hospital and now he was dangling your own daughter before you like a damsel strapped to the train tracks.
“She’ll fall asleep soon,” Steve kept his voice low as he appeared along the other edge of the archway, “if you want to go get ready, I’ll wait her out and put her to bed.”
You curled your lip as you faced him, leaning on the wall as you crossed your arms, as if shielding yourself. “I’ll wait,” you croaked.
“I found my gift… where you tried to hide it. Among your other fun things…” he smirked and a chill ran up your spine. “You’ll look good in red.”
“You’re nasty,” you sneered under your breath.
“I can be. If you push me,” he rebuffed, “so don’t. Go upstairs and get yourself all warmed up for me, baby.”
You glanced over at Kayla and frowned. He stepped closer, looming over you as he placed his hand above you on the plaster, as if to remind you of his size, his strength. You shrunk away from him.
“I’ll take care of our daughter, sweetheart.”
Your lips parted and you flicked your lashes in shock. What did he just say? You knew better than to argue, by the glint in his blue eyes, the stone set in his jaw.
“Okay, yes,” you whispered gently as you touched his arm, cautiously moving it from over your shoulder, “she… maybe give her one of Sarah’s toys, she has a teddy she usually sleeps with.”
His face softened and he smiled as he drew back, “good girl.”
Your lip trembled as you moved away from him. His gaze followed you to the stairs and you ascended a step at a time, hand on the banister to keep from crumpling. As you got to the top, your eyes were slick and blurry with unspent terror.
The first room you looked into was the nursery. You shut the door and continued on, finding a room that appeared untouched. The master was bigger and the half-full hamper betrayed its use. You entered, the click of the latch making your wince.
The lingerie was on the bed. The red lace was stark against the ivory duvet. You neared and touched the boning, flipping it over to examine the narrow thong back. You recoiled and paced around, peeking out the window onto the street. From there you could see your house.
You braced the window frame as you squinted at the darkened windows of your home. It was a frightening vantage point. If the lights were on, you could’ve seen full on into your bedroom. You turned and your shoulders collided with the wall as your legs wobbled. Was he watching you all these years?
You pushed away from the wall and staggered around the bed. Sharon’s jewelry box was open on the vanity, makeup palettes stacked neatly to one side, and a nail file haphazardly tossed before the mirror. Did she sit there, distracted by her own reflection, as he watched through the window?
You shook your head as you fell onto the side of the bed. Was he crazy or were you? You bent and rubbed your temples as you tried to collect yourself, tried to wade through the chaos of paranoia and dread.
You sat up and puffed out the air trapped in your chest. You slid along the edge of the bed and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. You knew it was his by the copy of Grapes of Wrath atop it. You’d seen him with the book before. A first edition he was proud of.
You carefully opened the draw, trying not to let it scrape noisily. You peeked inside, a notebook, a pen, not much else. You scrunched your nose. What did you expect to find? He wasn’t going to just have his perversion mapped out for you.
You pulled out the journal and opened the cover. Inside, his name and formal military rank. You paused and closed it. That was an intrusion. He might be horrible but this was a line you shouldn’t pass. Yet something inside you urged you on.
You pulled the cover up once more and held your breath. You flipped through the first few pages, some sketches of flowers, a still-life of the backyard, and a haphazard drawing of a bird on a branch. The first written entry was dated two years ago.
‘Sharon’s away again. It’s not like she’s really here when she is. This isn’t her home, just a place to stay until her next mission. She doesn’t understand. She thinks I should be the same, living for the thrill, the heroics. We both knew this is what the suits wanted. I should’ve never said yes.’
You bent the corner of the page and thought. He didn’t lie. It wasn’t real but your marriage was. It might be over but what you and Logan had was genuine. For a while at least.
You fluttered through to another entry, the sketch of a rose bush catching your eye.
‘The neighbour brought us some roses today. She works in her garden as her toddler runs around. Needless to say, she doesn’t get much done. I like to watch and imagine what it’ll be like when me and Sharon have one of our own. She doesn’t like to talk about it. The last time I brought it up, she mentioned a surrogate.
Well, that led to an argument. So I sit and watch the neighbour and her daughter. Kayla, the girl’s name is. If I have a girl, I’ll call her Sarah after my mom. If I had a wife who loved me, I hope she’d be like the neighbour. Maybe we could’ve pulled weeds together and talked about things that don’t matter. Like the weather or office politics.’
You couldn’t help the pang of sympathy in your chest. It seemed wholesome as it was written. Still, that was more than a year ago. When did it change?
‘Sharon’s pregnant. She hates me for it but this was part of our deal. I don’t care. It’s nine months for her. I want my child.’
The entry was short and blunt. You never would have guessed from the outside. Sharon had seemed happy and the Rogers had always painted their lives like a fairytale. You pressed on through the journal, your veins alight as if you were reading a thriller.
‘I love her. I have to confess it. I think about her all the time. About what life would be like if she wasn’t with that idiot. About how we’d raise our kids together. And how she would do more than lay there like a dead fish when we fucked.
I’ve seen them together. They leave the curtains open and I can see straight in. She likes to be on top. I think about the sight of them when I run by their house. I always make sure I do on Sundays when she’s out in the garden. She always says hello. Always smiles.’
Several blank pages with scribbles and nothing else, until you come to the one marked with the ribbon attached to the spine of the journal.
‘I’m gonna tell her about her husband. She deserves to know. She deserves better.
She deserves me.’
You closed the journal and dropped it back in the drawer as if it were on fire. You slammed the nightstand shut. That was a mistake. Everything you did was wrong. You were stupid. Clueless to your own husband’s deception and your neighbour’s obsession. And look where it got you.
You had just wanted to have the same life Steve did. You tried to pretend that everything was perfect. Just like he had. And now, it was irretrievably fractured.
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#The little things in life#suburban au#au#mcu#marvel#avengers#captain america
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Drink to Death
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Wanda gets drunk and goes to one of her neighbors.
Warning: mentions of alcohol and bars | vision is mean :( | mentions of abuse | Natasha can cook |
Translation: любимый: Darling
A/N: Suburban AU | Angst, Hurt/Comfort, tiny fluff near the end | This is the longest fix I’ve written |
(Gif does not belong to me)
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Wanda winced as she downed her “last shot”. She doesn’t know how many she’s had. God, she doesn’t even know how long she’s been here. She just needed a break, specifically from her husband, more like ex-husband..Vision.
They seemed like such a perfect couple. But inside the house walls, it was a whole different story.
She’s so tired, tired of the arguments, tired of the hitting, tired of crying to sleep. She didn’t have anywhere to go but the bar. She could’ve gone to her neighbors, Natasha or Agnes. But she didn’t want to bother them with her problems.
She sniffed as she felt tears in her eyes. Why was she crying? Because of vision? The shots? Or maybe both.
She was so clueless at the start. Vision was protective, or that’s what she thought. He was actually controlling, but he convinced her that he only wanted to protect her. Wanda still remembered the very vile moment, that she could never forget.
“Why can’t you just LISTEN to me Wanda?!” Vision shouted. “I am listening to you! But you never listen to ME. You’re always shutting me down about ANYTHING I HAVE TO SAY. You said you were protecting me, but you’re just—just so CONTROLLI—“
Silence. Was all that was heard except the loud smack that echoed in the room. Wanda’s head snapped to the side, her eyes bulging. The sting didn’t hurt for a few seconds until it did, really bad.
Wanda’s breathing started to labor, eyes watering even more. She grabbed her money out the pocket of her jeans, clumsily putting it on the counter. The Bartender watching her looked at her with sympathy. “No need to pay, it’s free honey” she said with a soft voice. Wanda looked at her thankfully, grabbing her money back.
She stumbled out of the bar, almost tripping over the cracks in the sidewalk. Her house wasn’t too far from the bar, but she didn’t wanna go. They would just argue again, and he’d most likely hit her..again.
She said to herself she wasn’t going to burden her neighbors. Especially at 2 in the morning, but it was her only chance. She decided to go to Natasha’s since she didn’t talk to her in a while. She knocked on the brown oak door of Natasha’s house. It was a while until she heard light shuffling and locks unlocking.
Natasha opened the door, her eyes coated with sleep. But her eyes widened when she saw Wanda. Her hair messy, almost like a bird’s nest. Her eyes dilated, red and blotchy. Natasha didn’t bother to ask what she was doing here, she ushered her inside.
The younger girl was obviously drunk. She hasn’t talked to her in a while, but she’s never seen her like this. She figured something must’ve happened with Vision. She always suspected something, everyone else might’ve seen them as the perfect couple. But Natasha has seen their flaws, ever since a few weeks ago, Wanda always seemed so unhappy or scared.
“My god Wanda what happened?” Natasha said in a hushed tone. Wanda didn’t say anything, she just babbled some random nonsense and almost fell to the floor. Natasha quickly caught her, guiding her to the couch. She practically collapsed on it, her eyes closed.
“Hey, Hey, honey I know you’re tired but I need you to atleast tell me what happened.” She tried to pry but Wanda was already knocked out. Natasha sighed but went to the closet and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her.
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Wanda’s eyes scrunched as she started to stir awake. She stretched out, groaning as she felt the ache in her head. She smelled the scent of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. A common breakfast that vision used to make for her.
Almost everything reminded her of him. She needed to get the divorce, with some help. While she was thinking, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up, see Natasha standing above her with water and ibuprofen. She gave a small smile, sitting up with slight difficulty.
She brushed the front of her hair back, eyes still droopy. “Morning” she mumbled, “Good Morning darling” Natasha responded. Wanda’s breath hitched when she heard the nickname. She gulped, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Here’s medicine for the headache” Natasha said while passing it to her. Natasha already had opened the box and poured the medicine. Wanda drank it like it was a shot, she grimaced at the nasty taste.
“Thank you” she muttered and sent Natasha another smile. She really appreciated the older woman taking care of her. But, she felt these weird butterflies in her stomach while around her. No she couldn’t fall for Natasha, she wasn’t ready for that.
She obviously couldn’t just push these feelings down, but she didn’t wanna announce them. She was planning to get out of a marriage, she couldn’t just immediately jump into another relationship.
“Hey, you okay honey?” Natasha asked from her side. Wanda looked at her and Natasha could see all the emotions in her expression. “I don’t wanna pry, but could you maybe tell me what happened, last night?”
Wanda immediately felt a set of tears building up. She was so vulnerable, it was kinda pathetic. She scooted closer to Natasha, flushing when she felt a warm hand on her thigh.
“I want a divorce with vision” she stated, her accent coming out thick. She tried to not show her accent when she spoke at times. So she expected Natasha’s shocked expression when she spoke. Although she knew that wasn’t the only thing she was shocked about.
“Before you ask, he’s—he’s just complicated and I don’t think it’s working anymore.” Wanda tried to explain although she knew it was a lie. Natasha knew she was lying, “What aren’t you telling me Wanda?” she asked.
“I…” Wanda trailed off, tears starting to slowly fall. Natasha cooed softly, pulling the woman into a hug. Wanda buried her face in her neck, her tears dropping on Natasha’s skin. Natasha rubbed her back, pulling her even closer. Wanda felt a kiss on the side of her head, she sniffed harshly and inhaled a shaky breath.
She pulled away slightly, feeling lowly embarrassed. Her eyes were red, along with her cheeks and nose. She imagined she looked like a tomato. “Are you ready to tell, or do you need more time?” Natasha asked softly.
“No-no I’m ready” she stated with another sniff. “Vision, he is very protective, he always told me that. But when I found out he was actually controlling, he tried to manipulate me into thinking he wasn’t. Then we had an argument and he…he—“ Wanda’s breathing start to labor.
Natasha already had an idea of what he did. She felt so angry, no furious. She can’t believe he’d do such a thing to the most precious person she’s met. All she could do was comfort the poor dear for now.
“You can stay over here for as long as you need любимый.” Wanda looked at her shocked, “Really” she asked with hesitation. “Really” Natasha stated, a smile present on her lips.
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A/N: Natasha gon’ beat Vision robo ass
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wanda x natasha#wandanat fic#fluff#drunk Wanda#Nat takes care of a VERY drunk Wanda#tw abuse#suburban au#probably the most longest fic I’ve written#Natasha is Wanda’s lesbian neighbor#black widow
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Suburban au Hookdust
#peter pan#hookdust#the pirate fairy#suburban au#Hook got peter in the divorce#he regrets it every day
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Shishigumi and the first snow of the year?
SHISHIGUMI’S FIRST SNOW OF THE YEAR
My first winter-themed ask! Admittedly, we don't get snow where I live, so hopefully you like what I made!
I decided to put this into the "suburban au"; just so these headcanons didn't wind up being too similar to each other. Enjoy!
This has been sitting half-finished since Nov 2nd, 2021 ... I am so sorry for the delay ;w;
— Psychic
General Headcanons
I feel like living in the Black Market requires that you live in the moment — there's very little time to just sit and enjoy the snow (or any other weather, for that matter).
At the same time, the Black Market’s residents feel an odd sense of camarderie with the first snowfall.
There is something about seeing something so beautiful in the most desolate of places that brings out the philosopher in people.
It's not uncommon at all to spy neighbours gathered on the front steps of their flats, drinking cheap beer and swapping stories of first snowfalls past.
Ibuki
It’s tempting for him to view the first snow of the year as some sort of symbolic occurrence — with the white snow covering up even the most despicable of places — but he averts that expectation by treating the first snow of the year as just that.
Growing up in the Black Market meant that certain frivolities have missed him: a fascination and reverence for the first snowfall of winter included.
If he starts applying any real significance to the first snowfall, it’ll be due to someone else’s influence.
Dolph
It's just another day to him.
Same with Ibuki, he doesn't hold the first snowfall as any special event.
Unlike Ibuki, though, Doloh’s opinion is unlikely to change.
This being said, Dolph knows that Agata looks forward to it, and subtly encourages Agata to go out and enjoy himself.
‘Subtly'.
Free
He hates the snow.
Snow means that it gets colder, and the first snowfall is a terrible reminder that winter will be arriving soon.
Expect a very annoyed Free stalking about your place, shooting glares out the window.
In his defense, most felines dislike the cold — he's only following his instincts.
(You will need to fight him for the warm blankets.)
Agata
When he was younger, he used to look forward to the first snowfall because it signalled the start of the Rexmas season.
Agata still looks forward to the first snow ... albeit for different reasons, now that he's an adult.
He really, really loves the Rexmas displays they have in the City Centre.
Trust that he’ll be gathering inspiration for his own Rexmas display.
He drags Dolph and Miguel along with him.
Hino
Hino takes out all of his vacation days so he can have enough time home to cover the Rexmas season.
Once he does, he basically goes into hibernation — you’re probably not seeing him until New Year’s.
Let him sleep; he’s tired, and he's earned it.
Jinma + Dope
Because I think it's funny, these two would be an unstoppable Rexmas shopping team.
They’ve been prepping for this shopping trip for months; analysing the best routes to take to avoid heavy foot traffic, finding where the best deals are, etc.!
The first snowfall is a pleasant distraction, but these two are more worried about whether they're getting a good value for their money.
Miguel
I imagine that he feels no particular way towards the first snowfall, although he takes great pleasure in hurling snowballs at the other lions (Agata because he's the youngest, and Free because Miguel knows he hates being cold + it's funny).
Absolutely loathes the non-stop Rexmas ads and music that play constantly.
Spends most of the winter trying to keep in shape.
Sabu
Of all the lions, he would be the most relaxed about it all.
He's too old for all that running around. Sometimes you just want to sit back, relax and take comfort in the fact that your house keeps out the cold.
Maybe Sabu would use the winter as an excuse to either pick up a new hobby, or refine an old one.
Either way, come springtime, Sabu will have something new to show for his efforts.
#beastars#beastars shishigumi#beastars headcanons#beastars imagines#beastars ibuki#beastars dolph#beastars free#beastars agata#beastars dope#beastars jinma#beastars miguel#beastars hino#beastars sabu#I swore that I had answered this ask before but I suppose not :'D#sorry for the delay anon!#suburban au#ask
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Elden Ring Suburban AU
Has this been done? I’m sure someone else has done the demigods as a suburban family.
Anyway, here’s Ranni, who’s definitely not going through a phase, and Maliketh, the uncle who drives a motorcycle and gives the best Christmas presents.
Up next, Morgott and the Night’s Cavalry neighborhood watch.
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Those weird Satanists who live next door. 𖤐
bonus stuff:
#my art#ghost suburban dysfunction AU#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost fanart#papa nihil#sister imperator#copia#young terzo#young secondo#young primo#young copia#papa emeritus iii#papa emeritus iv#papa emeritus ii#papa emeritus i#digital art
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Modern Fantasy Monsters: Magic Academia
Magic dorms that are accommodating for all species. If someone is taller than a normal human the dorm will magically adjust to their height and any other accommodation they might need. Centaur students who have special rooms that come with centaur safe dorms.
Classes are mixed species that aren't just witches and wizards. Students come from all walks of life all there to get an education and learn the ins and outs of magic.
Broom riding classes...BROOM RIDING CLASSES. But here me out. no one says that the broom had to be an old dusty broom. Imagine some wizard just come in with a swiffer broom and their like "You said broom . You didn't specifically say what kind of broom." AND IT STILL WORKS. It can also just..spit water on people.
Also speaking of brooms did I mention students tricking out their brooms with all sorts of gadgets to make them faster/cooler. After school they gather out in abandoned parking places or unbusy streets to race?
New types of magic study being taught for modern times like, magic technology and it's application or the studies of other magics practiced by other races.
Coffee places around campus serve coffee to help motivate you to study and are great at getting rid of late night hangovers..
#urban fantasy#suburban fantasy#modern fantasy#urban magick#urban magic#magic technology#fantasy#fantasy world#fantasy worldbuilding#writers on tumblr#writing on tumblr#my writing#magic system#magic school#magic school au#magic academy
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Imagine this. Pumpkin and Plum go trick-or-treating. Sugar enjoys candy. Everyone finds out that Spice has a regular Staryubucks (Sawsbucks??) order. The Halloween Shenanigan potential is infinite.
Halloween episode real ... Sugar just says fuck it and goes as a zoroark sphinx person with dog ears and legs and nobody questions it. Plum keeps shapeshifting into different kids and manages to trick her way into getting a 4 pound haul of candy before any of her parents can notice (half of which she can't eat b/c she's a puppy 😔) <-Spice thinks it's funny as hell that he can eat chocolate while Plum can't and makes sure to eat a kitkat right in front of her. just to torment her a little bit
#hoof draws#replacement ingo au#i love halloween shenanigan's#<3#also i love spice having a regular starbucks (?) order. he has the drink sensibilities of a suburban aunt tho#technically works at gear station and the only thing he spends his money on is the coffee shop around the corner
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I offer you a shift's worth of Jedtavius doodles for your viewing pleasure.
#most of these are from my suburban dads au#these mfs getting the OMG THEY WERE ROOMATES treatment tonight#the cold hands warm hands thing is my own little headcanon#art#my art#traditional art#night at the museum#natm#jedtavius#jed and octavius#jedediah smith#gaius octavius#gay
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THE BAY HAS EYES
brindleton bay, but better known as "the bay" is a small town located in america, oregon. the bay area is no stranger to supernatural, murder, tragedy. the town is under strict curfew and watch after the tragedy that happened back in 1985, rumor has it that teenagers driving up to the bay was never seen again.
but nobody under the age of 28 ever listens in this town, and you disobeying will be your own fate. . . the residents of the bay experience the true horror firsthand. tell yourself, will you be the final one standing or perish behold the townsfolk.
#kristen's.sims#ts4#livemode#ts4 gameplay#ts4 story#*the bay has eyes save#*au#something quick#something simple#im ready to finish furnishing and setting down lots and adding townies/npcs for the save#i played around with the TOOL mod for the pool and that was fun#so im doing rotational / gamplay / story-stuff in this save#if anybody wanna volunteer and ship themselves to the bay hmu#i didn't want to write too much cause i want the story to unravel as i go along#tbh im thinking this one is gonna give ts2 realness more than my suburban~ish save.
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If ur not careful I might have to watch torchwood… do u recommend or is it an affliction you would not recommend to others?
hehehehehe >:3c gottem boys
no fr like. you have to look past the fact it's a low budget bbc production at times and embrace the slightly see through lesbian alien with foot long fingers that can read minds. you have to embrace the sex alien that absorbs people through her pussy. crucially, you have to watch it in as few sittings as possible. the only proper way to watch torchwood is to watch the entire thing absolutely nonstop and nothing else in between until your brain falls out through your ears :)
#I cannot stress to you enough how queer every single character in this show is#my gf is still surprised every time something gay happens im like what show exactly do you think that you are watching#also s1-2 are Proper Torchwood#s2 especially mwah chefs kiss#s3 is bearable but wildly falls apart in the final episode#s4 Is A Different Show John Barrowman Happens To Be In#dont worry though theres endless books and audio dramas#i especially recommend the audiobooks read by the cast where everyone tries to do each others accents#JB literally laughed while reading one line and they just left it in lmao#also HIGHLY recommend the fake relationship suburban life au jack/ianto audio drama where its a fake relationship except theyre also shaggi#and ianto spends the entire episode absolutely clawing at the walls of the house begging to get out while jack laughs at him fondly#it made me feel insane#someone talk to me about torchwood i am begging#kez talks#samwisegamgeeee
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Killer Writing Masterlist
Dave York x plus size female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.
Explicit chapters marked with **
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4**
Chapter 5**
Chapter 6**
Chapter 7** (marked explicit for violence)
Chapter 8**
Chapter 9**
Chapter 10**
Chapter 11** (marked explicit for violence)
Epilogue**
My Masterlist
#Pedro Pascal#Pedro Pascal character fanfiction#Pedro Pascal fanfic#Dave York#Dave York x reader#Dave York x you#Dave York x female reader#plus size reader#Equalizer 2#soulmate au#canon typical violence#virgin reader#suburban murder daddy
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I have so many questions about the au is you don’t mind:
How old is Peter? How did hook meet tinkerbell, did zarina ask her to watch Peter because she trusted her? What kind of relationship does Peter have with hook or for that matter zarina? Do they ever go in hate dates or have hate hookups (pun not intended)?
I think this au is really cool and am a sucker for Peter Pan stuff, this blog is quickly becoming my favorite. Please go into as much detail as you feel comfortable!
Oooooh fun!
Peter is eleven
Hook met Tinkerbell after posting an add for babysitters and Tinkerbell heard about Peter from Zarina.
Zarina didn't ask her but Tinkerbell figured it was the right thing to do since from what she's seen of Hook, Peter needs somebody looking out for him.
Peter and Hook have a strained relationship, Hook didn't want Peter (he only got custody of Peter slandering Zarina in the courtroom for the sake of getting more in the divorce) Peter still has fun calling Hook "Codfish" and basically never calls him dad, at best he's getting is a first name basis. Peter is still a rebellious lil guy but he doesn't start being happy until Tinkerbell enters and actually tries to form a connection. They have moments, Hook is trying he's just VERY stubborn and has a short fuse which is not a good combo for a parent. Hence why Tinkerbell does most of the parenting.
Zarina has some lingering guilt Peter has to live with Hook but beyond that they don't really talk and Peter knows he wasn't exactly planned so doesn't really believe Zarina feels anything for him at all. He views Tinkerbell as his mom more than Zarina. Zarina always focused more on her work than Peter (not intentionally but as a result they never really formed a solid relationship foundation and don't know how to feel about each other)
I'd say the suburban au Hookdust relationship does have hate dates although they look at it more as "catching up" or "making sure they're not planning anything" or "discussing child support" and nine times out of ten they end up getting drunk reminiscing about the past and flirting.
... maybe? Haven't really thought about it. They definitely kiss tho now that you ask they probably do on rare occasions, but I'd imagine afterwards they keep that shit under lock and key. It takes a while for anyone beyond them to realize because even they are very keen on not bringing it up ever.
And as for Hook and Tinkerbells relationship it is super super professional on Hooks end, very very awkward on Tikerbells end. He still calls her "Miss bell" and tries his best to be polite but he's not sure how to really deal with Tinkerbells sass and jabbing at his obvious shitty parenting. Tinkerbell regularly sarcastically asks him about the stick up his ass and is very frustrated at Hooks old man not understanding kids are people-ness.
#ask#suburban Hookdust au#captain hook#peter pan#zarina#tinkerbell#the pirate fairy#tw alcohol mention
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Morgott and the neighborhood watch.
Nepheli and Kenneth take the whole thing very seriously. As far as they’re concerned, the safety of the neighborhood is entirely on their shoulders.
Gostocc is just here to serve his community service.
And Morgott is tired. He is so, so very tired. He also went to the trouble of getting officially deputized purely so that he could put a siren/lights on his golf cart.
#fanart#elden ring#suburban au#morgott the grace given#nepheli loux#kenneth haight#gatekeeper gostoc
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