#;; modern au

[zanazirafanfic]

I can see Modern-AU Charles pranking the gang with these. Just shooting them with a completely straight face while everyone looks on in confusion.

Oh my god that's fucking hilarious

[sp0o0kylights]

Modern AU in which a very famous Corroded Coffin does the hear me out cake thing, and Eddie's final turn is a vague "Sailor Stephan" marked by a paper crown of all things.

Amid groans and jeers, Jeff explains that Sailor Stephan was a D&D NPC Eddie made that's become a running joke in all his campaigns.

Its also a poorly disguised caricature of one Steven Harrington that over time grew into a beloved character by sheer accident.

Which the real Steve knows--because the kids made it a point to update him on all of his NPCs shenanigans when they played with Hellfire.

He even started making suggestions to them regarding Sailor Stephan that they in turn, took back to Eddie.

Robin's face when she sees the video is almost as good as Steve's own when he finally sees it--but Eddie's face trumps both of theirs when he sees the video Steve posts in response.

In it, Steve, under a new account happily labeled The Real Sailor Stephan, sits in front of a cake. He puts a printed version of Eddie's long time character, Eddie the Banished (as drawn by Will, all the way back in high school and gifted to Steve for the gag) is placed on top of a cake.

"Here me out..." Steve starts, staring dead at the camera, "Eddie the Banished, though that could have happened thirteen years ago if he'd just listened to Henderson and hosted the stupid Vecna finale at my house."

This proceeds to break Eddie's entire brain (and the comment section of Steve's video, which is overwhelmed so fast it crashes half the app it's hosted on.)

[sayangrafayel]

LADS AU where they all live together Pt. Loft meeting.

Rafayel: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Rafayel: Not you, Zayne. You’re perfect and we’re thrilled you’re here.

(They can never agree on anything) (But they all LOVE Zayne) (What's not to love?)

[quotidianish]

My take on the dungeon meshi modern au. A bunch of freaks working at Costco (they all live in NYC)

Text under cut:

Laois:

-26

-Finnish immigrant, knew Falin was about to move to NY and took the opportunity to escape from his home life

-Works at Costco food court

-Obsessed with eating bugs

Marcille:

-28

-Italian-American

-Aspiring writer, but works at Costco food court

-Grew up on Long Island but says she’s from NY

Chilchuck:

-46

-Chinese immigrant

-Moved recently, sends money back to ex-wife

-Works at Costco food court

-Puckpatti also lives in the U.S. btw

Falin:

-24

-Medical student at NYC

-Finnish immigrant

-Moved to NY to further her education, bonds with Marcille over their love of literature!

-Better English than Laois

Senshi:

-51

-Japanese immigrant

-Head chef… of Costco food court

Izutsumi

-17

-Senshi’s adoptive daughter

-Linkin park shirt

-Japanese-American

Kabru:

-27

-Indian-American

-IKEA employee

[bats-and-birds-24]

The things I would do for him.

Modern AU Robby

[traceyc-uk]

Happy Birthday Chris!🎉 what initially was a redraw my first Chris mutated to this modern AU crossover of our disaster duo after watching sk8 the infinity from this post @diana-bluewolf so umm… surprise! original poster of 2nd image below cut ♾️

[lelee-tdn]

Strawberry Matcha 🧏

[anakinstwinklebunny]

TIMING: summer 1943

The golden spikes of wheat swayed in the breeze, the horizon blurred by the heat of the sun. You sat together in the middle of the field, far from the noise of the village, far from the world that seemed to crumble a little more each day. Anakin was laying on his back, one hand pillowing his head while the other loosely held yours.

“You think the war will end soon?” you asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled like a warm blanket over the two of you.

Anakin didn’t answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the sky, where clouds drifted lazily, oblivious to the chaos below. He squeezed your hand gently.

“Maybe,” he finally said, his voice low, thoughtful. “Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it just drags on until there’s nothing left.”

You glanced at him, the lines of worry etched across his face making your heart ache. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the heaviness in his chest. He turned his head to look at you, his piercing blue eyes shadowed by something you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Regret? “Some of us won’t make it out of this.”

Your breath hitched. You shook your head, desperate to push away the thought. “You will. You’ll come back to me.”

“I want to believe that,” he murmured, his gaze falling down to your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But if I don’t…”

“Don’t.” Your voice wavered, but you didn’t let the tears fall. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

The silence returned - thick and suffocating, yet you didn’t let go of him. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, so calming in everyday-chaos

“Do you think we’ll have a house someday?” you whispered after a while, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his shirt. “A little one, on a hill. Maybe a dog running around. And you, fixing everything that breaks while I try to plant roses that refuse to bloom.”

He chuckled softly, the sound bittersweet. “Roses would bloom for you, angel. They’d have to.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though your throat burned. “And maybe…” you trailed off, hesitant.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe a baby. Or two.”

His chest rose sharply beneath you, and when you glanced up, his gaze was softer, warmer. “You’d be the best mother,” his voice cracking under the weight of the words. “And I’d try to be a good father. I’d want them to look like you, though..”

“Anakin,” you whispered, your hand pressing against his cheek. He turned into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a moment, as though memorizing the feeling.

The wind picked up, rustling the wheat around you. It felt like the world held its breath.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you asked, your voice breaking.

He didn’t answer this time, and the silence was deafening.

But then he sat up, pulling you with him. His hands cupped your face, his gaze burning into yours. “I’ll try,” he said fiercely. “For you. I’ll do everything I can to make it back to you. But if I don’t…”

“No.” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”

“If I don’t,” he repeated, his voice softer now, “promise me you’ll keep living. You’ll plant those roses, even if they won't bloom. You’ll find peace.”

“I don’t want peace. I want you,” you choked out, gripping his wrists.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, his chin resting on the crown of your head. His heart thundered against your ear.

Silence - so familiar yet so foreign

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[misshorrorotaku]

The GLASSES. 🤤🤤🤤

Bunny lamb YESSS

[gabstea]

Levi Ackerman, your history professor whose stoic and sharp figure lingers in your mind far longer than you would ever admit.

The way he carries himself, those sharp gray eyes that seem to follow you every time he moves around the classroom—even when you change seats, even when you're tucked away in the back row—they always land on you.

Damn him for having those thoughts, where his pretty little and bright student provokes heated fantasies when it’s late at night, and he’s lying in bed next to the woman who's supposed to be his wife…

A week ago he had discovered her chats with another man. Texts, photos, everything he despised coming from the person he trusted and loved. He hadn’t said a thing, he acted colder, furious, even aggressive, but stayed silent. He didn’t know why, couldn’t comprehend his own thoughts. He wanted to destroy everything in their room, scream at her and pushed her out of his life, but that wouldn’t satisfy him. Not. One. Bit.

Days passed in a blur. Classes. You. Your clothes. Your eyes. The way you furrowed when focusing on whatever he was explaining in class, the way you said his name... Fuck.

You weren’t so innocent, you caught him glancing your way every time, you lingered and stayed with him longer than you needed, full of questions—or excuses. Your head tilted just so, that subtle smile on your lips. It was driving him insane. Even more so as the betrayal he'd suffered replayed in his mind, over and over again.

Hard times… unbearable times, in which he locked himself in his room the moment his so-called wife was out of sight. A visible bulge on his pants.

"Pathetic," he muttered to himself. He couldn’t have those thoughts for a student, could he? And still, he would jerk off to images he saved on deeper parts of his mind.

He didn’t feel guilty when he finished, he would clean up, methodically as he always did.

The thoughts of his student, of you, stayed. You had become his obsession, the one thing keeping him tethered to life after the betrayal. Somehow, you'd lit a spark in him—that warm sensation in his chest he hadn’t felt in years. Maybe that’s when he realized what had to be done.

Confront his wife. He needed to end it.

An when it was over, when all his rage had burned through him, he sold the house. He packed what he wanted to keep—the necessary, and moved into a quiet, simple apartment where he could be alone.

He would still wait. Wait for the semester to end, wait for the day you were no longer his student. And then, after weeks, months of self-restraint, a simple text would pop up on your phone.

"Wanna grab some coffee?"

Wanted to write something about Levi in a modern au as a professor, so…

[cringefaecompilation]

fearne: yeah so like my dad is one of those guys that listens to redpill podcasts and he's a total divorcecel and he keeps spamming your twitter notifs even tough you only post like 6 times a year with that "firebomb a walmart" tweet so me and braius phished him for his email and signed him up for a bunch of random sausage and pudding of the month clubs from europe so he also gets that international tax charge or whatever and idk if he knows it was me yet but i think he's starting to catch on because i'm spamming his notifs with that one spinning cockroach video but y'know. maybe i'm just paranoid. oh um can we kiss

ashton coming up from a 45 second bong rip: what

[sayangrafayel]

LADS AU where they all live together, MC is dating Rafayel.

Zayne: Oh hey, Rafayel.. Are you wearing your running bottoms and your hoodie? Are you going running?

Rafayel: nods

Sylus: Rafayel, are you alright?

Rafayel: nods and leaves

MC: Have fun.

Zayne: Oh my, what is wrong with Rafayel, MC?

Xavier: Yeah, are you guys okay?

MC: Rafayel is going for a run, if anything, we should be asking what is right with Rafayel.

Zayne: He only goes running if he’s upset, and he’s wearing his sad hoodie, and by the looks of it it’s been washed which is bone chilling.

MC: He’s fiiine. Everything is ok.

Caleb bursts into the apartment

Caleb: I JUST PASSED RAFAYEL. ON THE STREET. RUNNING. ON PURPOSE! OH MY GOD.

MC: ...Maybe I was wrong.

Caleb: RAFAYEL!!! ARE YOU OKAY? I SEE YOU AND I LOVE YOU!

MC: In my defense, no one here emotes in a normal way.

Zayne: That’s right.

Caleb: RAFAYEL!!

[miidnightpoet]

Art Heist, Baby spoliers

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finished “art heist, baby!” this week and as i got closer to the Copenhagen chapter i was anxiously trying to figure out who was gonna die

for a while i thought it would be James and then we’d get revenge arc Regulas

obviously didn’t happen but now i’m in the mood to write some Jegulas fanfic

So please Art Heist, Baby! fans hear me out

University AU

Rivals to lovers

James falls first, Regulas falls harder

best friends brother trope

James, the son of well known politicians is attending university to become a lawyer

Regulas, son of the very prominent and powerful Black family. (rumoured to be involved in some shady stuff) is also studying law.

so they both have a bunch of classes together, James wants to be the best, Regulas is expected to be the best

James and Sirius are roommates

Peter and Remus are roommates

they live beside eachother

Regulas lives in a single dorm but Barty and Evan are in the dorm beside him, they’re friends

difficult relationship between the Black brothers

i have visions for this but like woild hall read this?

this is the vibe board i made

[seongwars]

forget me not | epilogue

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x witch!Reader AU: non-idol | supernatural Summary: Yunho should be happy--he's got everything going for him and he's set to marry the love of his life! So why is he standing outside of your shop on the night of his engagement party? Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: one swear word 😊

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“What is that thing?”

Perched in your arms, Wooyoung squirmed to get a better look, his ears twitching as he narrowed his eyes at the Siamese cat that had just leapt gracefully onto the counter. Her blue eyes glinted with curiosity as she began sniffing around the emporium, pausing to bat at a jar of herbs.

“This,” Yunho said, setting down the cat carrier, “is Byeol.” His tone carried the weariness of someone who’d already had to explain this multiple times today. 

“San’s cat.”

You raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh. “I didn’t realize scouting also included cat-sitting duties. Is that part of the job description?” You leaned up on your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“There was a mishap with the moving company,” Yunho continued, leaning into your kiss. “So San asked if we could keep her for the weekend. Apparently, they left his batting gear back in Namhae, and now he’s in a panic.”

Wooyoung, squished in your arms, glowered at the unwelcome guest. His nose twitched as he sized up the intruder, ears angled back and tail flicking sharply against you. His glare landed on the Siamese cat now perched delicately on the shop counter, her wide blue eyes blinking curiously as she studied the hanging garden.

“Wooyoung, be nice,” you chided gently, scratching behind his ear to calm him.

The affronted familiar huffed, muttering under his breath. “I’m just saying, we have standards. Can’t have every stray waltzing in and making themselves at home.” He narrowed his eyes at Yunho as if all of this were somehow his fault.

Meanwhile, Byeol tilted her head at Wooyoung’s outburst, letting out a soft, questioning meow before hopping down to investigate a nearby potted plant. Completely unaware of the tension, she padded over to Yunho, rubbing against his leg with a quiet purr.

Your boyfriend, oblivious to Wooyoung’s grumbling, crouched slightly and held out a hand. 

You bit back a smile, your heart warming at the sight. “She’s so sweet,” you cooed, crouching halfway as if drawn by some unspoken invitation to join the moment. Yunho had always been good with animals, his quiet patience making even the most skittish of creatures trust him. 

“Don’t even think about it.”

The affronted familiar wiggled in your arms, shooting you an incredulous look. “We do not fraternize with the enemy.”

“Enemy?” you echoed, laughing softly as you scratched under his chin. “She’s just a cat, Woo.”

“You say that now but wait until she steals your man,” Wooyoung retorted, his ears flattening as Byeol leaned further into Yunho’s hand, her purring growing louder. 

“Look at her. Cats are sneaky, manipulative, and they shed everywhere. Don’t let the purring fool you—it’s how they get you.”

Yunho chuckled softly, glancing over his shoulder at Wooyoung. “Aren’t you also a cat?” he teased, earning an indignant snort from the familiar. 

You couldn’t hold back a laugh this time and reached out to give Wooyoung a soothing scratch behind his ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite.” 

Wooyoung huffed, leaning into your touch despite his irritation. “Remember, I came first,” he muttered, his sharp glare lingering on Byeol as she nuzzled contentedly into Yunho’s arms.

Yunho cradled the Siamese cat gently, her soft purr harmonizing with the magical thrum of the shop. Byeol pressed her cheek against his chest, her tail curling lazily as if she belonged there.

“She’s adorable,” you cooed, unable to resist smiling at the sight. Wooyoung’s tail flicked in protest, but Byeol remained unbothered, basking in the affection surrounding her.

“By the way,” Yunho began, “We should remember to keep the door shut. We don’t want her escaping now.”

Byeol lifted her head at the mention of the door, her large blue eyes blinking slowly as if she understood every word.

“Why do you think curiosity killed the cat?” Wooyoung added darkly, his ears twitching in irritation. “You turn around one day, and poof—they’re gone.” His tail flicked sharply, the motion like an exclamation point to his statement.

“Still,” Yunho said softly, shifting her in his arms, “better safe than sorry. San would have my head if anything happened to her.”

Outside, a faint breeze rustled against the emporium, stirring the stillness with a quiet whisper. Byeol’s ears twitched in response, her tail curling softly around Yunho’s arm as if drawn by an unseen presence.

⋆

With Yule Season around the corner, the shop was alive with activity. Travelers wandered through the aisles with wide-eyed wonder, clutching items that seemed to glow brighter as they made their selections.

You moved effortlessly among them, answering questions, calming curious minds, and ensuring the shop’s peculiar rhythm remained undisturbed, while Hongjoong manned the main counter, exchanging offerings for wishes.

Perched atop the counter, Wooyoung surveyed the activity below. His sleek black coat glistened in the warm light, his tail flicking lazily as if he were above the hustle of the Yule rush. Yet, despite the chaos, Wooyoung's sharp eyes lingered on Byeol, who had stirred from her cozy spot by a shelf of magical plants.

The little Siamese cat stretched gracefully, her sweet and innocent expression unchanged even as her nose twitched. A faint, unfamiliar scent had reached her, something light and otherworldly. She stood, her tail and took a tentative step toward the door.

The emporium door swung open with a rush of noise, a stream of last-minute patrons bustling in and out, their arms laden with enchanted gifts and festive charms. Amid the chaos, Byeol stood still at the entrance, her sapphire eyes focused, listening intently to something beyond the shop's noise. Without hesitation, she slipped through the gap, her elegant tail disappearing into the twilight.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Wooyoung hissed.

He sprang from the counter, landed soundlessly on the polished floor as he weaved through the crowded shop, ignoring the surprised glances from travelers and patrons. The wintry air met him as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, and the faint jingling of its enchanted bell marked his exit.

The air was alive with Yule magic. Snowflakes shimmered as they fell, and lanterns strung between buildings cast a golden glow. Shoppers bustled about, their laughter and chatter mingling with the distant strains of carolers’ songs, but Wooyoung’s focus was on Byeol. She was a few paces ahead, her movements delicate and purposeful as she followed an invisible path.

“What are you after?” Wooyoung muttered, his tail lashing as he followed her, his senses on high alert.

Then he saw it—a fleeting, delicate figure cloaked in silvered mist, barely visible against the shimmering snowfall. The fae lingered near the edge of the alley, its ethereal form flickering in and out of sight. 

Wooyoung’s fur bristled as he drew closer, the shimmer of the fae’s magic growing stronger with every step. Though it had never crossed the emporium’s threshold, its lingering energy was undeniable, leaving behind a subtle enchantment that had captivated Byeol.

At the mouth of the alley, Byeol paused, her small frame silhouetted against the shadows. A soft, melodic hum drifted through the air, and Byeol tilted her head, her serene expression untouched by fear. She remained sweet and curious, utterly unaware of the danger that lay beyond the call.

“Byeol, get away from that thing!” Wooyoung called out, his voice sharp and commanding as he stepped forward. He surged forward, the snow crunching beneath his paws, his black coat bristling with tension. The air around him rippled, thick with magic, and in a swirl of black smoke, he stood tall in his human form.

Before he could catch his breath, a dagger materialized in his hand, its blade pulsing with magical energy. He charged at the fae, whose silvery mist swirled lazily, its form flickering like smoke caught in a breeze—ethereal yet undeniably powerful.

“Byeol!” he called again, his voice harsher this time. “Come here, now.”

Byeol didn’t move. Her blue eyes were wide and unblinking, fixed on the fae as if entranced. The fae tilted its misty head, studying her with a playful curiosity, the shimmer of its magic growing brighter as it extended toward her. 

Wooyoung’s heart sank as he reached out, his hand desperate to grab her, but the fae’s mist shifted, curling around him like a serpent. Its voice, soft yet taunting, drifted through the air like a haunting melody. 

“How fierce you are,” it mused, the silvery tendrils tightening around him. “You couldn’t save her then…and now you fight so desperately to save this one.”

Wooyoung growled, his grip tightening on the dagger in his hand. 

“Get out of my head!” he snarled, his dark eyes blazing as he lunged forward, slashing at the mist in quick, precise arcs. But the blade passed through it as though it were nothing but smoke.

The fae laughed, its chuckle light and mocking. “So it’s true? The witch's familiar, doomed to remember every agonizing detail of his life and that of others,” it whispered, its words cutting deeper than any physical wound.

Suddenly, a wave of magic surged through the air, slamming into Wooyoung. He staggered, the world around him dissolving into a swirl of light and shadow. His vision blurred, and his legs buckled under the weight of unseen memories clawing their way to the surface.

Images flickered in Wooyoung’s mind—fragments of a life he had tried to bury. The memory shifted, the forest dissolving into a blur of sound and light. The princess’s hand slipped from his grasp. He reached out, calling her name, but the forest swallowed her whole.

A love he had failed to protect.

“No,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His knees buckled under the weight of the memory, the dagger slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground.

Desperation surged through him as he struggled to rise. He forced himself to his feet, muscles straining against the invisible weight of the fae’s magic. 

All he could do was watch, helpless, as light engulfed the small Siamese cat. The glow intensified, swirling faster and faster until it reached a blinding climax.

When the light faded the figure standing in Byeol’s place was no longer a cat. 

A little girl stood there, her soft, flowing locks of silver hair cascading around her delicate face. Wide cerulean eyes blinked up at Wooyoung, filled with confusion yet unguarded, as they had always been. She wore a simple white dress that seemed to shimmer faintly, her bare feet resting lightly atop the snow, untouched by the cold.

Fuck. 

“Y/N’s going to kill me.”

<< chapter ix

a/n: I know it's not really an epilogue, but more like a teaser. stay tuned hehehehe

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[stareggie]

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wolfstar (background jegulus)

chapters: 1/?

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SUMMARY:

Sirius Black is an Auror and a casanova who, to win a big case, bets that he can make a man fall in love with him in 10 days.

Remus Lupin is a Daily Prophet journalist who, to win more creative freedom, takes on a challenge of writing a piece on how to lose a guy in 10 days

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omg omg omg it’s hereeeeee, chapter 1 of my how to lose a guy in 10 days fic yayayayayayayyaa

enjoy <3

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