#cultivation chat group au

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to Day 6 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Today, I wanna explore a Mo Dao Zu Shi fic idea that started because of another fic.

I started reading "Cultivation Chat Group - Scum Villain Edition" by shorimochi on AO3 (link here) a week ago. I have never heard of "Cultivation Chat Group" as a novel at all before this, so I checked the novel updates synopsis before I read the fic.

My brain, my wonderful but annoying brain, just went, "Ya know, this is the type of bullshit Wei Wuxian would get himself into in a Modern AU where Cultivation is some secret/legend" after reading the synopsis.

From there, it turned into a Modern AU + College AU + Cultivation is a secret that normal people don't know about AU + Wei Wuxian can see Ghosts AU + Reicarnation without memory (yet) (on Wei Wuxian's side) AU (Basically, everyone is an immortal in the chat group but Wei Wuxian, who is still a normal-ish human)

So, I present to you:

"Cultivation Chat Group - Wei Wuxian Edition" (title in working)

(Attempt at) Summary:

Wei Ying has always been a very... weird child. Despite being in the top students in his class, he is almost always absent-minded and not that interested in studying. Despite being a charming and sociable child, he always seems to keep himself back from forming closer bonds with his classmates. Despite being a seemingly well-adjusted child, many would see him talking and laughing at the air - which did sprout some spooky rumors about him.

Wei Ying, however, would say that he is quite content with his life - thank you very much. Sure, he sometimes sees things that many can't (and most times, he helps the little souls? spirits? pass on peacefully even if it did cause him troubles), but it's not that bad.

He is currently in his 1st year of university and aiming for a foreign language degree. He has friends (who have yet to be driven away by his "weird behavior," as others have told him). All in all, life is good.

And then, one day, he gets an invitation to a chat group. A chat group that he only intended to enter just to tell them that whoever sent the invitation got the wrong person. But he misses the timing... several times over.

Wei Ying gives up and decides that even if he is in this chat group, since they will realize soon they got the wrong person, he will just not interact at all.

(It's not like he wants to interact with them either. Especially since they seem to be into some role play thing with "cultivation", "cores"," and "corpses" (which wtf!?? Should he call the police?) and "spiritual weapons."

.... Yeah, no. He is definitely never interacting with these crazy people.)

"Let's just ignore this, and it will go away."

Final last words, Wei Ying.

Some small details:

WWX's name in the chat will be "Yiling Laozu," which is a silly nickname he uses on sites so that his friends don't recognize him. The name comes from "Yiling," which is the name of the street he lived on when he was young. "Laozu" is just something that WWX felt it was right to add - don't ask him why, he couldn't tell you.

WWX takes classes for 3 languages: Chinese, English, and Korean (he had to deal with spirits of tourists who didn't know English or Chinese and only Korean.. it was a headache and a half). WWX wants to learn as many languages as possible (at least to conversation level) so that he won't have to do miming or drawings to communicate with the spirits. (Just because you die in China, it doesn't mean you can fluently speak chinese in death - unfortunately)

He fully believes everyone in the chat group has some screws loose.

But he still ends up interacting with them (irl) because he found 4 children (more like 3 kids with manners and 1 with a short fuse) wandering around in the city while loudly talking about their "cultivation mission" or something. WWX doesn't want the kids to be attacked by some drunk bastard on the street because they are spewing bullshit so he decides to become their babysitter for a day. ("It's gonna be easy." - yeah about that)

What WWX is not aware of is that the "Junior Quartet" he met were not the first people from the chat group he met in real life. Some of those members attend his university and share classes with him.

The Reincarnation AU think I mentioned basically means "WWX has lived once before, which is why a lot of the cultivation stuff he reads in the chat he feel like he understands. In his previous life, WWX became something akin to an omen of death since he was always seen controlling resentful energy. He was never part of the Jiang Clan but grew up in Yiling and ended up staying at the Burial Grounds later on. He and LWJ crossed blades a lot in that life since they were on opposite sides when it came to the correct path of cultivation: LWJ said resentful energy is bad; WWX said resentful energy is natural and still energy and that if it wasn't a natural energy of the world, nature and heaven itself would revolt against it. In the end, WWX died from an ambush led by the other clans against him since he was seen as a heretic."

Just to be sure I mention it: in his past life WWX was never called "Yiling Laozu" so no one in the chat group knows who he is supposed to be (yet).

LWJ mourned WWX's death. Despite going down that path, WWX never killed without reason. LWJ met him a few times before he realized that he was using resentment in his cultivation, so LWJ saw a WWX who was incredibly kind, warm, and, surprisingly, childish. When he learned of his cultivation, LWJ was merely worried for his health.

This is why when LWJ sees Wei Ying again in the modern time, he is very much looking to help and protect Wei Ying this time around.

LWJ, seeing Wei Ying again at University: You are just as beautiful as the day I lost you.

WWX: What?

LWJ: What?

This is about all I have for this one right now. So, what do you guys think?

Honestly, this, for me, was fun to think about. The act of bringing cultivation into the modern world where technology reigns supreme is very funny since I can tell you right now Lan Qiren doesn't know how to operate a phone at all, and I feel like car rides make him nauseous.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and also please check out both the fic that started all this and the novel if you haven't yet. (They are both good and soo funny).

Till next time,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

[such-expensive-mistakes]

Superpham AU (part 7)

Masterpost

A short one today, but I thought this section was funny (until it got sad again).

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It’s a quiet evening in the Lane-Kent household: Lois is trying to turn her notes into an article, Clark is going over Jon’s math homework, and Jon is watching a show Lois is only half-following.  It features lots of gunfire and explosions, though Lois’s— unfortunately extensive— experience with witnessing real violence makes the version on TV look cartoonish.  She suspects that is part of the show’s appeal.

Danny is paying about as much attention to the TV as Lois is, engrossed in something on his phone.  At least he’s in the same room as the rest of them, instead of sequestering himself away.

“Hey Lois?” Danny suddenly asks.

Lois looks up from her work.  “What’s up?”

“Did you know the internet thinks you’re Superman’s girlfriend?”

Lois knows that if she looks at Clark, he’ll be turning red, the way he always does whenever this particular subject comes up.  Lois herself is barely holding back a laugh.  Jon’s wrinkling his nose, looking thoroughly embarrassed by his parents.

“Well, I am,” she says, barely keeping herself composed.

“No, I mean—” Danny begins.

“You mean people say that I’m dating Superman and married to Clark?”  Lois glances at Clark, who is now hiding his face in his hands.  “Someone forgot to check for cameras after rescuing me a few years back, and we got caught kissing on film.  It was let people think Superman is a homewrecker or let them think I’m in a polyamorous relationship with my husband and his alter ego.”  

“That’s… really weird.”  Danny is giving her the kind of judgmental look only teenagers can give.  

Lois does laugh at that.  “It is, a bit.  But it helps protect Clark’s secret identity, so I don’t mind.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Clark finally says.  “There were other ways to handle that situation; she just thinks this is funny.”

“Even your parents think it’s funny,” Lois says.  Clark just sighs, faux-aggrieved.  

“It’s not even the weirdest thing on the internet about Superman,” Danny says.  “It’s just the weirdest thing everyone agrees is true.”

“Please do not tell me what else you’ve found,” Clark says.  

“You can tell me,” Lois says.  “We can just make Clark leave for a bit.”  Reading conspiracy theories about Superman is her guilty pleasure, though if anyone asks, she does it to keep tabs on anyone who might have a viable way of hurting him.  

Danny just laughs, and something in Lois’s chest seizes up.  Is this the first time she’s heard him laugh since he came back?  She thinks it might be.

She doesn’t want to call attention to it; like as not, that would just make him pull away again.  Instead she says, “Superman doesn’t even get the best conspiracy theories.  Those are all Batman.”  That’s because Bruce purposefully cultivates them, of course, but that’s not important.

“Which one is he, again?” Danny asks.  

It’s not that Lois ever forgets that Danny has spent most of his life in another dimension.  But little offhand comments like that… they really drive it home.  There are plenty of superheroes, even Justice League members, that most of the general public has never heard of— but Batman is not one of them.

She's saved from answering by Clark.

"You'll meet him eventually," Clark says.  "He's a good friend of mine.  And Jon and Kon are close to his two youngest sons, Robin and Red Robin."

Danny nods thoughtfully.  "Right.  I think Red Robin's in the group chat Kon added me to."

Lois reminds herself to thank Kon next time she sees him.  He and Danny seem to have connected, and Kon seems to have made it his personal mission to keep Danny from slipping too far into one of his funks again.

"Speaking of Kon," Clark begins.  "Ma and Pa want to know when we'll be able to make it to Smallville to visit."

They've been trying not to overwhelm Danny by introducing him to too many new people at once, but maybe that was the wrong choice.  Maybe they should be pushing him to get out more, to connect with this dimension.  Besides, Kon spends most of his time in Smallville, and they already know that he and Danny get along.

Lois re-evaluates the article she’s been working on.  Perry would probably appreciate it sooner rather than later, but if she turns in a smaller article this week, she can probably swing a weekend off.  If not, she can always work on it from Kansas.

“This weekend should work,” Lois says.  “If that’s alright with you, Danny.”

Danny looks a little surprised to be consulted.  “I— yeah, that works.  Not like I have anywhere else to be.”  He laughs a little, but the joke falls flat, and Lois resolves to double down on helping Danny connect with more people here in this dimension.

[nyoomerr]

i've spoken about this in a couple discord chats already but the idea of a binggeyuan frieren au is so so tasty and yet there is no fucking way i am ever going to attempt it bc i just KNOW it would be sad in order to be good

the idea of bingge traveling alongside frail mortal shen yuan for some years, watching the way sy interacts with the world, letting sy coax him into using his immense power to help save some group of people (or beasts, or whatever strikes sy's fancy). bingge goes along mostly for amusement - life gets quite boring, when you're as old and powerful as he is - and at the end of everything he goes his own way without thinking twice.

later - much, much later - bingge thinks that things have gotten quite boring again, and he wants to go find the little mortal that had amused him for some years.

the little mortal is dead.

bingge is furious, of course. he hasn't allowed anyone to deny him anything for centuries now, and he hasn't had to actually deal with a mortal's death in nearly as long for the way he surrounds himself with other powerful demons and cultivators. the solution is simple, though: bingge will simply resurrect shen yuan.

but since shen yuan has been dead for years at this point, there is no body to easily restore, and in this au there wouldn't be so many convenient resurrection tools in this universe to begin with. it would turn into the whole frieren-esque adventure, perhaps with bingge picking up a kid that shen yuan had been mentoring before his death - perhaps one of bingge's own neglected kids, in fact, that shen yuan had picked up in part bc he missed bingge.

and as bingge adventures onwards towards a miracle resurrection tool, he'll occasionally run into situations that could easily be solved through pure power and callousness, and he... won't. he'll think about the way sy would scold him for being cruel, and he'll sulk and throw tantrums but in the end he'll avoid whatever the easy but cruel option was. the journey will take far longer for bingge than it necessarily would have to, because the goal of the journey has put sy at the front of his mind and now he can't stop thinking about all the stupid ""lessons"" sy had tried to give him.

and this is why i could not write this au: the most fitting ending i can think of for this au would be that the only way to resurrect shen yuan would be through some horrific sacrifice of hundreds of other innocent lives, and bingge would choose not to do it.

it would make him furious - it would drive him to the edge of qi deviation, to the edge of declaring some stupid pointless war just so he can work out his anger and get those innocent souls to resurrect shen yuan anyway. but he wouldn't. this whole slow adventure has reminded him bit by bit of just why he'd spent so long following that foolish little mortal shen yuan around, of the way that living a kinder life had felt so relaxing after years of constantly being ready to spill blood at a moment's notice.

shen yuan would be so disappointed in bingge if he choose that method of resurrection, and so bingge can't do it. bingge would be unsatisfied with that method of resurrection, just because he'd know sy would dislike it.

shen yuan stays dead, but his memory haunts bingge for the rest of his nearly immortal life, and bingge ever so slowly shapes himself into what that memory was.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

May 19th

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1. Hii! For the next itmf I was wondering if anyone had anything with wwx resorting to cannibalism after being thrown in the burial mounds?

🔒 the aftertaste of desperation by moonshine (princemin) (M, 4k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Cannibalism, Corpse Eating, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, welcome to my agenda: let wwx have a breakdown, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

🔒 Three Months, but One Day Shy by mondengel (M, 1k, Angst, Gore, Cannibalism, Horror, 🔒 PodFic by flamingwell)

🔒 my eyes got used to the darkness by curiositykilled (M, 4k, JC & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Implied Cannibalism, Dehumanization, Sunshot Campaign, YLLZ WWX, Demonic Cultivation, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Ghosts, Disordered Eating, Referenced Animal Abuse, 🔒 PodFic by flamingwell)

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, low angst, Happy Ending, seriously in spite of the tags this fic is very soft, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Starvation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Worship, Praise Kink, ft. WWX's really fucked up relationship with food, PTSD, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Cannibalism)

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2. Hii! For the next itmf,

A. I was wondering if there are any fics of wangxian during the opium war? Or any fics set in that time period?

B. Concubine wwx who already has children/yuan falling in love lwj? (Who is not the current emperor/king) @songtaegguk

2B)

Red Lotus Blooming at Sunset by janewritesstuff (Jane_de_Plaine) (E, 18k, WangXian, LXC/WWX, LWJ/WWX/LXC, implied LXC / Other(s), Royalty, Historical, Female WWX, Concubine WWX, Harem, Threesome - F/M/M, Porn With Plot, Consensual Infidelity, Voyeurism, Angst with a Happy Ending, extended tags in author's note, Dark LXC) mind the tags

all rivers flow safely to sea by GenerallyBookish (E, 140k, WangXian, WIP, Angst with a Happy Ending, Memory Loss, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Royalty, Historical, Historical References, Ancient China, Historical Inaccuracy, Happy Ending, Oblivious WWX, A/B/O, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Soft WangXian, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Strangers to Lovers, Concubine WWX, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Jealous LWJ, Amnesia, Mpreg, Post Mpreg, Fluff and Angst)

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3. ITMF!! Any modern au/college au fics where the ensemble( wwx, nhs, wq, lwj, lxc, jyl , jgy etc) is just one cracky friend group that does dumb shit that likes to fuck around and find out @yesibest

if you ever feel alone, don’t by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 25k, wangxian, Modern, College/University, Texting, group chat au, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, everyone is chaotic but especially wwx, disaster bi wwx, Matchmaking, Bad Matchmaking, maybe a splash of light angst just for fun, the most dumbassery u have ever seen, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, an unholy amount of miscommunication really, chatfic, now with a bonus valentine’s day chapter, Podfic Available)

Carefully Orchestrated Plans (no strings attached) by Maledictius (T, 101k, WangXian, SongXiao, ChengSang, XuanLi, MianQing, NingYu, Modern AU, Chatting & Messaging, Orchestra, Fluff and Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Gossip)

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4. Hello, love an appreciate what you’re doing it’s amazing. For the next itmf, There was a fic finder that was asking for wangxian Addams family aus, and I read all of the suggestions bc I love Addams family aus, do you know of any more in the same vein?

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5. Hi all I hope you are doing well and recovery fast this is a request for ITMF I’m looking for a fic where lan zhan is the flirt to wei ying and not the other way around ❤️ @red-spacekitten

Our Eyes on the Road by etymologyplayground (E, 22k, WangXian, PWP, Getting Together, Road Trips, Modern, Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Humor, Banter, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Car Sex, Hotel Sex, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Coming Untouched, Sexual Tension, Come Eating) #5 is a hard one in that I can't think of fics where Lan Zhan is overtly flirtatious like Wei Ying is, so here are some ones where Lan Zhan is pursuing Wei Ying in his own way lol

gotta get lost (if you wanna be found) by Spodumene (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern, High School via Flashbacks, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Underage Kissing, Identity Porn, Dubcon of the Phoenix Mountain variety, Eventual Smut, Overstimulation, Mild CNC Play, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

Love 'em and leave 'em fast by danegen (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern, Set in America, POV WWX, meet creepy, rough but fairly vanilla sex, Bisexual WWX; LWJ FUCKS, not a coffee shop au, not NOT a coffee shop AU, but a secret third thing that sometimes involves a coffee shop)

🔒 Take my heart by LadyKG (Not rated, 22k, wangxian, Fix-It, WWX POV, Time Travel, WWX is oblivious but not THAT oblivious thank fuck, JC is done with Wifi’s shit, LXC is an angel, but when isn’t he lbh, author is biased because of love for characters)

Back up and dream again by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 3k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Fix-It, Time Travel, Fluff, Flirting, Cute, Embarrassed WWX)

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6. Hi, 👋

Itmf

Are there any works where

A) WY parents prepared him for emergency (if they die). May be survival skills or maybe survival kit and alert to a friend.

B) WY parents taught him not to allow others belittle him (abuse)

C) WY parents told him to not become a Jiang disciple

Thank you!

6A)

Forked Path by nirejseki (G, 3k, WWX/WRH, Sect Leader Nie/WRH, WRH & Sect Leader Nie, WWX is more mentioned than appearing, Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, despite it being about him, Canon Divergence, WX Not Raised In the Jiang, Somewhat crack) I'm not sure if this one counts because it's a rare pair (Wen Ruohan/Wei Wuxian) where Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze make a deal with Wen Ruohan for him to take Wei Wuxian in to the Wen Sect if they die, specifically because they don't want him to be raised in the streets or by the Jiang sect.

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7. Hi 👋🏼 Thanks for your amazing work . For the next itmf can you plz recommend some fics where the Jiang Cheng (or both Jiang Siblings) are older than Wei Ying . Like at least a few years, 3 to 5 or more , and they protect him .Preferably a complete work ❤️

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8. itmf some didn't-know-we-were-dating type fics! any where one of wwx or lwj think they're dating or engaged and the other one doesn't know. any manner of we're-just-hanging-out or fwb or it's-just-casual-between-us is good. thanks!

without your new eyes by anaphoricae (E, 66k, WangXian, Modern, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Sexuality Discovery, Self-Discovery, Literal Sleeping Together, (there is so much sleeping in this fic), mentions of WWX/others and LWJ/others, Drunk LWJ, Teacher LWJ, WWX is a… throws dart… computer scientist, No Angst, Jealous WWX, Flirty WWX, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, WWX's Love Language is Physical Touch, Guess what: even more non-sexual sleeping together, the plot of the fic is just… co-sleeping, call it the Nap Fic ™, Podfic Available, WWX isn't so much 'oblivious' as he is wilfully blocking some feelings subconsciously, WWX 'idk how I feel' to 'I'm gonna marry him' pipeline)

so hot you're hurting my feelings by isabilightwood (E, 40k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, Modern, Oblivious LWJ, Didn't Know They Were Dating, no moms were harmed in the making of this fic, mama lan took LQR in the divorce, LWJ Has Friends, all wwx characterization decisions were made to make lwj pine harder for his own boyfriend, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Halloween, WWX's birthday, Sub LWJ, Light Dom/sub, Spanking)

be still, my foolish heart by mirrorofprinces (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Misunderstandings, One innocent rabbit who did nothing wrong, based on a reddit post, Getting Together)

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9. looking for fics where wwx didn't die and was soon made aware of lwj's punishment. wwx going mad about it? sure. wwx nearly wiping out the lans? sure. wwx kidnapping lwj? sure. Any recommendations please

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10. Hi! For the next ITMF post, can you recommend some fics where after wwx gets resurrected by mxy he is in pain and doesn't know what happend and then lwj shows up with the juniors and he's like 'lan zhan, help me' and he falls into his arms. Actually I don't really remember if it's a specific fic or just in the mood for something similar, but thank you for time ♥

🔒 they do not fall to earth by LtLJ (G, 2k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Episode Related, CQL canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst)

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11. Hi all! In the mood for post-canon fics with a focus on Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling bonding? Thank you!

singing through the dark by twigofwillow (G, 13k, JL & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Yunmeng bros reconciliation if you squint, angst with a tiny bit of fluff)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

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12. Do you know of any wheelchair use wwx that isn't thread of love? Thank you so much mods for being amazing 🩵🩵🩵

How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)

Gentians of Yesterday by KobaltBlu (G, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Paralyzed WWX, Lan WWX)

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13. hi for itmf do you know any fics where wwx knows lwj doesnt love him back? but in the end lwj does love him back. similar to sarah-yyy’s rebuttable presumption verse. thank you sm!

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending)

Blooming You a Garden Inside Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 66k, WangXian, WIP, Hanahaki Disease, LWJ's inability to understand his feelings, LWJ being a meanie, WWX's first life, Angst, Happy Ending, Pain, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Sibling JC, Jiang siblings, One-Sided WWX/WN, Good Friends, everyone loves mr. sunshine, POV Multiple, JC & WWX Talk About Feelings, JZX & WWX Friendship, Good Sibling LXC)

Regret Blossoms by piecrust (G, 7k, WangXian, Hanahaki Disease)

For you by 10thNoNamePerson (T, 17k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Canon Divergence, No War AU, Teen Wangxian, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jealous WWX, Soft LWangXian, No Sunshot Campaign)

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14. Hi!! For the next itfm: does anyone have anything with Wei Wuxian getting triggered? I would prefer if it's post canon but everything is fine tbh! Thank you ♡ @menimimimeni

Home, Family; a Safe Feeling by Thinking_of_Wolfie_Fluff (T, 6k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Bittersweet, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Gusu Lan Sect, Post-Canon, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, WWX Loves LWJ, WangXian in Love, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Hurt!WWX, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Torture, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-it, Medical Procedures, Fainting, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Asexual JC, homophobia doesn’t exist here, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Wedding Night, Whump) It's divergent rather than post-canon.

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15. Do you know any fic where, when Wei Wuxian dies, his Golden Core (in JC) vanishes?

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16. heyy admins how are u guys? itmf more longer fics like twelve moons and a fortnight by stiltonbasket? thank you! ❤️

The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 257k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, NHS/JYL, WWX & NHS, character death, BAMF WWX, inventor WWX, sect leader WWX)

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17. I wanted fics where wangxian are killers or partners in crime. It could be every type of fic you know. I just want some where they kill and are loving @quwieiidkd

silhouettes to steal this night by moonsteps (T, 51k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Modern, Assassins & Hitmen, Roommates, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Identity Porn, Violence, Blood and Injury, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Secret Identity)

🔒 For good by apathyinreverie (M, 6k, WangXian, Modern, mafia, everyone is a little darker, lxc really needs to practice those people skills, general warning for JGS, Domestic WangXian, Praise Kink, Simp LWJ, BAMF WWX)

So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)

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[soov]

SAND BLANKETS ㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ yang jungwon ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ yang jungwon & gn reader, 600 words. ㅤg angst, slight fluff, one-sided pining, no set au, drabble. ㅤw brief mentions of food and alcohol.ㅤlibrary

when the sun nudged the horizon line, bounded by the calm waves of twinkling water and sea foam, there was peace. innocent laughs bounced against the rocks surrounding the beach, committing to memory the afternoon of july eleventh.

with your feet buried in the warm sand, you snorted at jake and riki play wrestling in the sea and sunoo cackling loudly while floating around. heeseung was dead asleep in a hammock while jay and sunghoon had a drinking contest. 

your group chatted far away by a bonfire, and a distinct silhouette brought a shy smile to your lips. one of your friends — who you had been cultivating feelings for — clumsily burned themselves with their s’mores, blowing on their own hand with a pout.

the chilly wind nipped at your exposed skin, quietly reminding you of your current setting, and that the night would soon arrive. you shuddered, considering approaching your friends and crush before a person came to your side.

jungwon stood beside you with a fluffy blanket over his shoulders, preventing his own warmth from escaping. he had a white muscle shirt and shorts hidden below the fabric.

an adorable smile stretched his lips, long eyes imitating crescents as he glanced at you. “hi,” he sat down next to you on the fallen tree trunk, knees and arms touching.

“hey,” you beamed back, softly shoving his side. “eventful day, wasn’t it?”

“don’t even get me started.” jungwon feigned annoyance by rolling his eyes, but ended up bursting into a fit of giggles. his focus switched quickly to the two young adults downing cups of jack daniels, “i bet ten bucks that sunghoon's alcohol tolerance is better than jay’s.”

“you’re insane.” a gasp went past your mouth. you knew he was just teasing you. “sunghoon winning against jay? you better have that money on you.”

yang bit his lip to contain more laughs, turning to your shivering form, “you’ll catch a cold like this.” he reprimanded you, wrapping your body with his arms and blanket. “you need to be more careful.”

watching him card his fingers through his damp hair, covered in sea salt, you muttered, “sorry… thanks for the blanket.”

“it’s okay.” he waved you off.

your eyes rested, and you could only hear the calming sound of water and distant chatter lulling you into a deep slumber. the skies progressively got darker with each passing moment, and the weather got colder, but the temperature ceased to bother you as jungwon’s coziness embraced you.

while in your best friend’s hold, he pressed his chapped lips to your temple, basking in your presence. he let out little laughs when you groaned and shifted around to find a more comfortable position to rest.

in sequence, you ended up with your head on his lap. admiration filled his gaze to the brim, fixed on your side profile. a voice calling out for jay snapped him out of his trance, his eyes traveling to the person you loved the most.

his throat clamped at the sight of your crush walking around so carefree, unaware of your mutual sentiments for them. but jungwon was already conscious of the lovesick problems you were enduring because of this friend — you had broken his heart unknowingly early that morning, ranting your soul out about how you were fond of them.

if that wasn’t enough, yang noticed the liking they had for you, being ever so caring and kind. it was obvious how they would be the perfect partner, offering everything you deserved and so much more. they would do everything jungwon wished he could do to you. they would love you and long for you, though not as much as him (or, at least, that was what he liked to think).

jungwon could also be a good boyfriend, if given the chance. he would take you to adorable dates, litter your skin in tiny kisses, bring you over to meet his whole family, and cherish you unconditionally, like how he had been trying to do for the past years. however, that was not his case, and he could merely watch you sleep on his lap whilst your mind dreamed of someone else.

despite knowing that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, jungwon caressed your cheekbones as if you were his lover, heart crushed like the sand beneath his feet, though still alive and threatening to jump out of his ribcage. after all, maybe someday he would manage to sweep you off your feet, and you’d finally see him in the same lights he saw you.

⠀ ⠀ SOOV © 2O24

ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶’s notes ⪩⪨ i used to hate this drabble but guess who loves it now!!!!!!!!

[soov-archived]

S𝗔ND BL𝗔NK𝗘TS ── yjw.

✶ : 0.6k, yang jungwon & gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, one-sided pinning, no set au. ⚠ : very brief mentions of food (s'mores) & drinking (jack daniels), but neither of the main characters are taking it, lowercase intended. ੭ : this was Very experimental since i absolutely suck at angst but yeah!!!!!

when the sun nudged the horizon line, bounded by the calm waves of twinkling water and sea foam, there was peace. innocent laughs bounced against the rocks surrounding the beach, committing to memory the afternoon of july eleventh.

with your feet buried in the warm sand, you snorted at jake and riki play wrestling in the sea and sunoo cackling loudly while floating around. heeseung was dead asleep in a hammock while jay and sunghoon had a drinking contest. 

your group chatted far away by a bonfire, and a distinct silhouette brought a shy smile to your lips. one of your friends — who you had been cultivating feelings for — clumsily burned themselves with their s'mores, blowing on their own hand with a pout.

the chilly wind nipped at your exposed skin, quietly reminding you of your current setting, and that the night would soon arrive. you shuddered, considering approaching your friends and crush before a person came to your side.

jungwon stood beside you with a fluffy blanket over his shoulders, preventing his own warmth from escaping. he had a white muscle shirt and shorts hidden below the fabric.

an adorable smile stretched his lips, long eyes imitating crescents as he glanced at you. “hi,” he sat down next to you on the tree stump, knees and arms touching.

“hey,” you beamed back, softly shoving his side. “eventful day, wasn't it?”

“don't even get me started.” jungwon feigned annoyance by rolling his eyes, but ended up bursting into a fit of giggles. his focus switched quickly to the two young adults downing cups of jack daniels, “i bet ten bucks that sunghoon's alcohol tolerance is better than jay's.”

“you're insane.” a gasp went past your mouth — you knew he was just teasing you. “sunghoon winning against jay? you better have that money on you.”

yang bit his lip to contain more laughs, turning to your shivering form, “you'll catch a cold like this.” he reprimanded you, wrapping your body with his arms and blanket. “you need to be more careful.”

watching him card his fingers through his damp hair, covered in sea salt, you muttered, “alright… thanks.”

“it's okay.” he waved you off.

your eyes rested, and you could only hear the calming sound of water and distant chatter lulling you into a deep slumber. the skies progressively got darker with each passing moment, and the weather got colder, but the temperature ceased to bother you as jungwon's coziness embraced you.

while in your best friend's hold, he pressed his chapped lips to your temple, basking in your presence. he let out little laughs when you groaned and shifted around to find a more comfortable position to rest.

in sequence, you ended up with your head on his lap. admiration filled his gaze to the brim, fixed on your side profile. a voice calling out for jay snapped him out of his trance, his eyes traveling to the person you loved the most.

his throat clamped at the sight of your crush walking around so carefree, unaware of your mutual sentiments for them. but jungwon was already conscious of the lovesick problems you were enduring because of this friend — you had broken his heart unknowingly early that morning, ranting your soul out about how you were fond of them.

if that wasn't enough, yang noticed the liking they had for you, being ever so caring and kind. it was obvious how they would be the perfect partner, offering everything you deserved and so much more. they would do everything jungwon wished he could do to you. they would love you and long for you, though not as much as him (or, at least, that was what he liked to think).

jungwon could also be a good boyfriend, if given the chance. he would take you to adorable dates, litter your skin in tiny kisses, bring you over to meet his family and pets, and cherish you unconditionally like how he had been trying to do for the past years. however, that was not his case, and he could merely watch you sleep in his lap whilst your mind dreamed of someone else.

despite knowing that you didn't reciprocate his feelings, jungwon caressed your cheekbones as if you were his lover, heart crushed like the sand beneath his feet, though still alive and threatening to jump out of his ribcage. after all, maybe someday he would manage to sweep you off your feet, and you'd finally see him in the same lights he saw you.

⠀ ⠀ © soov, 2O23.

[heliads]

Hellooooo!!! I was wondering if I could request a modern au newt x reader? this is going to be a specific request, but where gladers are playing monopoly and it turns into an all-nighter because Minho refuses to let anyone stop and during it, reader, being sleep- deprived, confesses her feelings for newt. in the morning reader doesn't really remember, but newt does and he confronts her?

absolutely delightful idea

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You should have known from the very beginning that this was going to end badly. Look, the idea is better in theory. It always is. After all, what could possibly go wrong during game night?

The answer, as it turns out, is everything. It was Minho’s turn to decide what game would seal the friend group’s fate for the evening, which is never a good sign. Last time it was his choice, he forced everyone to undergo a dreadfully long session of Twister. You don’t think Newt’s leg has been the same since. 

Ah, well. Your prophecy is sealed. Minho has refused to so much as say the name of what game you’ll be playing tonight, opting instead to issue out wicked cackles of glee whenever one of you asks. All he’s let slip is that the lot of you should put aside a significant amount of time for what is to come. That sounds like it’s going to involve a fair amount of pain and suffering, and at this point, being sentenced to years in a medieval torture device seems like a far more efficient method of ending your days. 

You suppose you could always just skip game night and get back your treasured hours, but everyone knows that’s not an option. To show even the slightest sign of flinching under fire means that you’ll be brutally roasted in group chat and hallway alike for years, possibly even decades. 

No, you must go through with this. This doesn’t mean Minho won’t escape without at least an earful or two of complaining, though. He has his role (torturer number one) and you have yours (critic most vocal). Besides, if you’re being honest it’s kind of fun to suffer with your friends. Any decent friendship has to be borne on at least some sort of shared trauma. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Thus the afternoon ends with you rolling up to Minho’s place of residence. The chooser of the game must be the host, tradition dictates. Otherwise the messes were astronomical. Your little gatherings have cultivated their own sort of lore over the months, strengthening with time until breaking the rules is something akin to a mortal sin worthy of the strictest punishments. 

So it goes. As it turns out, that’s just the sort of fun that you happen to like the best. No matter how difficult life gets, how much work you have or how much it feels like you’ll never be able to get through what you must, you can always count on your friends to lift your spirits. You would follow them to the end of the world. Forget that old saying about jumping off a bridge if your friend took the plunge first. For them, you’d dive off the tallest tower, take the most treacherous risk. You know that they would save you every time.

That’s why you laugh about what is to become of you, but in the wholehearted sort of way that warms your spirits even as you feign complaints. In the end, you couldn’t be happier to be here. These are your friends, your newfound family. You couldn’t put them to the side if you tried.

Truth be told, there’s one amongst your numbers that you’re excited to see more than the most. Your friends have always been your favorite people on this earth, but that difference goes the extra mile when it comes to the blond boy currently walking up Minho’s driveway with a smile like the sun. 

You’re not sure when you first fell for Newt, but oh, you couldn’t shake that sort of heartsick hopelessness if you tried. No, Newt is what matters most to your skipped heartbeats and jumping pulse, end of story. He has this way of making you feel extraordinary, even on the days when you don’t want to think about a single thing connecting you to anyone else. You could come up with a thousand reasons to hate yourself only for Newt to brainstorm a million more to love yourself.

No, there has never been anyone for you like him. It’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t seem to feel the same way. Newt knows the perfect thing to say to keep you from falling apart, the perfect smile to wear. He is perfection incarnate, except for one characteristic which threatens to fracture apart his entire image in your eyes. Were it not for the fact that Newt will never see you as someone along the lines as a sister or a particularly close friend, he could be flawless.

Every one of you is mortal, though, and in some way it’s almost refreshing to know that even Newt has his lapses in character. This is only a problem to you, obviously, but even this flaw in his visage hurts like staring at the sun. You could spend your entire life revolving around him, reveling in the blindness of scorching your eyes out over his brilliance, and you don’t even think he would notice once.

It is a terrible sort of ache, to be sure, but it is one that you have known for quite some time. That’s why you’re able to put aside your cracked and fractured heart and greet him with a charming grin when he walks through the door. Pleasantries are what Newt expects from you, and you will give them to him every time. You can keep up this act if it kills you. Especially if it kills you. Dying for him might be the best sort of nothingness, a gradual slip off into the abyss. 

You’ll mess up at one point, of that you’re certain, but until then you can keep pretending that nothing is the matter. Newt will go on being exactly who he is– kind, more than you deserve, the best sort of boy that too few people will ever get to know– and you will push off the inevitable discovery for as long as you can. After all, if Newt were to know how you truly feel, he’d surely be disappointed.

That’s why you have to keep this to yourself. You simply have no other choice. It’s that or leave him behind, and that is one thing that you surely cannot do.

Newt is very grateful for tonight. Game nights are always an experience, and he has an inkling that tonight won’t be an exception. Minho has been plotting this for at least a week now, which is never a good sign. Newt has already had murmured discussions with Alby over what Minho could be planning, and although they have their ideas, they won’t know for sure until Minho whips out his chosen game board and seals their fate.

Until then, he gets to talk to his friends, eat snacks, and try to have a good time. School stress has been settling around his shoulders in a thick blanket as of late, choking up his movements and forcing him into a frustratingly slow existence. He needs to study, but he can’t get his brain to focus for longer than five minutes at a time. He tries to get better grades, but the content seems impossible to master.

That’s why he needs a night like this, a chance to think about something other than godforsaken schoolwork for a change. Newt can always count on his friends to clear his head, it’s what he’s done since what feels like the beginning of time and what he’ll do until the day he dies.

Newt was especially glad to open the door to Minho’s house and see Y/N smiling at him from across the room. Obviously, he’s happy when all of his friends are around, but for some reason he seems to enjoy Y/N’s company more than anyone else. Newt can’t quite put his finger on the reason, but he’s certain that it will come to him eventually. Everything always makes sense around her, so surely this feeling will have a name soon enough. 

Until then, he’ll suffer with this sensation like having a word on the tip of his tongue only to forget it the second he opens his mouth. It’s infuriating, but then again, so are most things in this life. Over time, Newt has learned that the way to deal with things is to just keep moving forward, and so he does, walking into the house and greeting Y/N as soon as he can. He can banish any negative thought so long as he can just see her.

Minho ends their anticipation soon enough, announcing with a dreadful flourish of his hands that they’re going to be playing Monopoly until the very end of the game. There will be no untimely conclusions for them, no sir. The group is going to play until one person is capitalist extraordinaire, and after that long-awaited moment they can all free themselves from board game exile.

They’re going to have quite a long time to ponder their fate as they play, though. Minho is clearly delighted with the thought of chaining his friends to the accursed game, likely because the dark-haired boy is ungodly good at it for some reason while the rest of them are absolutely terrible. It feels like Minho’s already racked up a multitude of properties after just a few turns. Newt would think he’s cheating were it not for the fact that Gally keeps an eagle eye on the bank, just in case.

Thomas is convinced that he should not have been sent to jail, Gally threatens that he should be there for longer, Alby groans and tells Thomas that one turn will be a sufficient punishment for his board game crimes. In between getting absolutely robbed over egregious rents on the various brightly colored squares, Newt passes his time in another, somehow better way. The loud, raucous complaints of various friends as the game progresses serves as a brilliant cover-up for the conversation Newt wants to be having instead. 

Y/N chose to sit by Newt, something he’s very happy about, again for a reason he can’t entirely describe. They use the threats of mortal violence ricocheting between friends to muffle their quiet exchanges. Newt is always filled with this ridiculous need to sound as cool and funny as possible around her, so he’s grateful Minho can’t overhear Newt’s attempt at suave conversation. He has a feeling that the other boy would find it incredibly humorous, and likely point this out at great volume.

As the night wears on, Newt’s attempted control over his own words grows less and less strict. They have been at Monopoly for hours and they’re still no closer to winning the game than when they started. Minho insisted that even losers must remain around the board game table, likely to make sure no one would try to sacrifice themselves in the hopes of escape, so they’re all still packed just as tightly around the game board.

However, the late hour and the mind numbing brain drain of trying to remember all the rules has Newt’s attention span shrinking by the second. Y/N looks like she’s about ten seconds from falling asleep, and Newt ends up playing most of her turns for her. She’s leaned up against his shoulder now, eyelids continually flickering shut as she fights the urge to pass into unconsciousness.

In the beginning, Y/N would tell Newt what she wanted to do, but he’s long since been able to guess at what she wants that she doesn’t even have to say a word. They’re of one mind, the two of them. It is impossible to tell where she ends and he begins, if there was ever such a difference in the first place.

As if reading his mind, Y/N yawns and whispers something to Newt, her words scarcely audible over Frypan declaring his hatred of another railroad square. “I’m glad you’re here, you know.”

Newt chuckles. “Why, so you have someone to suffer with you?”

“No,” Y/N says amidst a quiet laugh, “I just like spending time with you. Guess it’s ‘cause of the whole crush thing, but still. You’re fun.”

After this pronouncement has been given, Y/N tucks her head back against Newt’s shoulder, looking to all the world as if she’s just commented on the weather or something normal. By contrast, Newt feels as if he’s never been more awake in his life. He knows what Y/N said, even if she might not be aware of it herself. She said that she liked being with him because of the ‘crush thing,’ but that sounds like– that sounds like–

She likes him. She might even love him. Newt’s brain might fall to pieces over the force of such a revelation. Isn’t that how he feels, though? Like he doesn’t want to spend time with anyone other than her? The fact that he hadn’t even realized it until now is insane to him. It makes perfect sense the longer he thinks about it. Of course he loves her. How could he not? Isn’t this what love is, wanting to be with someone for the rest of your life?

The rest of the game night passes in a haze. Newt isn’t entirely sure who won, although he’s certain that whoever it was will take great pains to remind them until the next game night. Newt lost whatever advantage he had in the game the second Y/N accidentally confessed her feelings. He just couldn’t think about something as elementary as Monopoly when someone like Y/N told him that she liked him. How could anyone focus on a board game during such conditions?

Newt feels like he’s walking on eggshells when he approaches Y/N at school the next Monday. She didn’t text him over the weekend to indicate that anything unusual had happened. In all honesty, Newt’s not even sure that she was awake enough to know what she said. Newt knows, though, and that makes all the difference.

Newt stops by Y/N’s locker, wondering how he’s going to bring this up. Y/N saves him the trouble, flashing him a casual grin as she opens her combination lock.

“Hey, Newt. Sleep well this weekend? I was exhausted after Friday. I assumed I’d have to pull an all-nighter at some point, but I didn’t think it would be over Monopoly.”

Newt forces a chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, about Friday. There’s something I wanted to talk about.”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “What do you mean? I think I fell asleep once we passed into the three a.m. range, sorry about that.”

Newt shakes his head. “No, it wasn’t about that. It was, well, when you were falling asleep, you told me something.”

Judging by the way Y/N’s face falls, she might have been aware of it after all. “I thought that was just a dream,” she whispers, “Guess not.”

“Yeah,” Newt says.

Y/N winces. “Look, I’m really sorry about that. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Can we just pretend I was asleep and didn’t know what I was saying? Please?”

“I don’t want to pretend, though,” Newt whispers, “I want it to be real.”

Y/N seems to freeze in place. “What?”

That’s as good as any to continue, so Newt does just that. “I like you too,” he says, “really, I do. More than I thought I could.”

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then breaks into a slow smile. “If this is what comes of Minho’s game nights, I’m not entirely sure I mind them anymore.”

Newt laughs. “Is that your way of saying that you’d like to go out with me sometime?”

“It most certainly is,” Y/N assures him.

Maybe Newt is still reeling from the high of staying up so late, because he swears he can feel his heart do a loop in his chest. Either way, he couldn’t be happier. He’s got his girl, and that’s all that matters right now.

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[cactusspatz]

February recs

Trying something new this month! I've got five top recs below (most of which are quite long, sorry not sorry), but in an attempt to keep my Pinboard more contemporary I've put all of my January bookmarks up at this tag if you're looking for more to read.

Below are recs for: 9-1-1, The Untamed, Game of Thrones, and The Hobbit. And at Pinboard are more recs for 9-1-1, The Untamed, & The Hobbit, plus Batman, Goblin Emperor, KJ Charles, and Star Wars!

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston (9-1-1, Buck/Eddie)

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

I adore this trope, but this one's got great worldbuilding around the magic, and the author is skilled at combining drama and humor. So you've got the emotions and pining but also Eddie's sisters roasting him via group chat, and so on.

Batting a Buck & Change by Daisies_and_Briars (9-1-1, Buck/Eddie)

“Do you remember that shift where Buck was off and Hen was on mandatory relaxation, and they both got drunk in Hen’s kitchen in the middle of the afternoon while we had to resuscitate a canine?” Eddie nods vigorously. “Oh, Hoover. I remember Hoover.” “Why have we never been drunk during a dog resuscitation, Eddie? Have you thought about that?” “Well now I am.” “We should call them and let them know that we can have fun on Dads’ Night Out.” Nothing could go wrong. OR: Eddie and Chim embark on a “Dad’s night out” to watch baseball at a sports bar, and after a few too many, Eddie accidentally lets his feelings for Buck slip.

I am weak for shenanigans and Chimney's keeping-secrets fail - one of his panicked attempts to escape a conversation in this is HYSTERICAL, you'll know the one - and this fic has a top-tier assortment of both, plus a lovely Eddie-Chim friendship/baseball buddies/mutual dad admiration society.

The Pack Survives by astolat (GoT, Robb/everybody)

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival. —Thornton Wilder

Sprawling AU where the South makes peace and Robb lives - but ends up having to deal with internal rebellion, polyamory negotiation, dragons, and of course, a terrifying army of the dead. Features Robb growing up and making fewer and better mistakes in addition to his usual tactical genius, plus a fantastically sharp Sansa.

Thicker Than Water by athena_crikey (The Untamed, Wangxian)

The Lans were one of the founding families of the Vancouver Guild; part of their legacy is to maintain their place in it for the benefit of all. Cultivation is important, essential, serious. In the distance, something squeaks. A disaster, is Lan Zhan’s first impression as the bike squeals to a halt on the far side of Song Lan’s car. The man riding it – and he’s tall, and lanky, and sure-footed – hops off and locks it to the car’s back door. The back door of a police vehicle. He pulls his helmet off to reveal long, sweat-soaked hair with a shaggy undercut, bright grey eyes, and a smile that launches like an arrow straight through Lan Zhan’s chest. No, he thinks, watching this trainwreck of a man shimmy between the narrow space dividing Song Lan’s back bumper and the next car’s hood like he’s doing some kind of dance step. Absolutely not.

Excellent modern-with-cultivation AU with a gorgeously written Lan Zhan POV - both in terms of the prose and his deep-seated trauma that bubbles up along the way.

A Passion For Mushrooms by Chrononautical (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin)

There are many trials for a hobbit attempting to make a life among dwarves. A hobbit wants a garden. A hobbit wants to eat regular meals. A hobbit wants friends, good books, and comfortable chairs. Bilbo does his best to carve out a little hobbit life for himself in the mountain. If only there were not one final obstacle. For a hobbit heart wants love, and among dwarves that is a sticky subject.

AKA the one with the mushroom mine, more feelings about guilds than I ever imagined having, and some epic cultural misunderstandings (both romantic and otherwise). I'm very much showing up to this widely recced story 6 years late with Starbucks, but it's got fantastic worldbuilding, humor, and romance.

Enjoy the reads! I always like it when people tell me which ones they liked so feel free 😘

[blog-name-idk]

Mold a Pretty Lie | 05

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4,727

Rating: 18+

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Seokjin was staring.

He knew it would be obvious to anyone looking, but luckily for him it was just the two of you in his office, and you were absorbed in reading an article. There was no one to call him out on the way his gaze was laser focused on you.

Or, to be exact, the bruise on your lovely, otherwise unblemished neck. One that looked suspiciously like it had been made by a pair of eager lips.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

Who exactly had you allowed to mark your skin like that? Was it one of the boys who had gotten you drunk the first time? Did you go out with them again despite his cautionary advice?

Seokjin shouldn't care so much about what you did in your free time. This was probably a good thing - you would get over your crush on him, finish your project, and go on to do whatever great things you were sure to accomplish. The thought left a bitter taste in Seokjn's mouth. Despite his best efforts, his curiosity consumed him to the point where he found himself biting back suspicious queries he technically had no reason to make.

Several days later, the question answered itself. The bruise was almost gone, faded to an imperceptible hue that he could only see because of how intently he studied you when you weren't looking. No new ones had appeared to replace it, and Seokjin found himself relaxing. Perhaps it was just a one-off. You were young, it was likely you had just had a careless lapse in judgment, or -

"[Y/n]!"

Seokjin watched your head swivel, and the way you smiled at the handsome boy in the doorway made his own stomach clench into a hard knot. Why were you looking at this boy the way you looked at him?

"Aw Tae, you didn't have to come all the way here, I'm just finishing up," you said happily, though you spared an apologetic glance at your professor that did nothing to dull the thorns pricking his chest.

He recalled that this was one of the boys from your group project - Kim Taehyung. Who had taken you out and gotten you drunk, and was now smiling at you in a way that set Seokjin's teeth on edge. And you were calling him Tae. The two of you were close enough for nicknames?

"Hey Dr. Kim, great lecture yesterday! I'm just here to take [y/n] off your hands," said Taehyung with a sincere, boxy grin that Seokjin wanted to rip off his face. Seokjin forced himself to give the student his usual carefree smile before he pretended to review the paper he had been grading, feeling an inordinate amount of irritation filling his veins.

Take you off his hands? You were his research assistant. This Taehyung was just some college kid who was clearly distracting you from your studies with his charm and good looks. Was he the reason you had been leaving on time these days rather than staying around to chat after hours? Was he the one who had left that taunting mark on your neck?

"I could have met up with you at your dorm," you said over your shoulder as you logged out of the computer. Seokjin tensed. You had been to this boy's dorm? Bitter tendrils of darkness began to twine themselves around his chest, shadows made longer by the bright glow of your smile.

"But I wanted to see you sooner," the boy said with an obnoxious pout. Jin wanted to roll his eyes, but it was clear Taehyung's comment had had the desired effect, because the flustered look you sometimes wore around him appeared on your face. Couldn't you tell this kid was just trying to get in your pants?

"You're impossible," you scolded, though the way you beamed at him revealed your true feelings. Something akin to nausea simmered in Seokjin's gut at the eager way you grabbed your bag and scurried to Taehyung, and when the boy wrapped an overly familiar arm around your waist his vision flashed red.

He leaned in close - too close - to whisper something in your ear, and your soft giggle added fuel to Seokjin's irritation.

"I'll see you tomorrow, professor!" you chirped happily, letting Taehyung usher you out the door. By the time Seokjin could reply, you were gone, leaving behind a mass of angry vines in his chest.

He stared unseeing at the paper on his desk, unable to keep his mind from wandering to what the two of you were doing. You said you were going to meet him at his dorm - were you… going to stay there? Alone? Would you show up to his next lecture with a new hickey to replace the one that was almost gone?

A loud crack broke Seokjin out of his spiraling thoughts, and he looked at his now ink-covered hand to see he had snapped his pen in two. He let out a frustrated growl and tossed the broken plastic into the trash before stalking out of his office to wash his hands.

Why was he so fucking irritated? You two were college students. College students hung out and flirted and hooked up all the time, it was normal.

But you, you were anything but normal. You deserved the best, not some barely post-pubescent child who didn't know what they were doing. Your smiles were too precious to be wasted on boys like Taehyung, your laugh too dear. Judging by what he had seen today, you seemed to be completely smitten, liable to get your heart broken by a boy you were far too good for.

Vines constricted around Seokjin's chest as he remembered your tear-stained face so long ago, the quaver of your voice as you tried not to cry. He couldn't let that happen again.

He rounded the corner and stopped short, the scene before him searing itself into his mind with infuriating acuity. You, backed against the wall, wrapped in Taehyung's undeserving arms as he kissed you. You, pretty fingers threaded through Taehyung's hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. You, sighing in a way that made Seokjin's blood run hot as Taehyung's hands drifted down your lower back.

"Ahem."

As soon as you registered the awkward throat clearing, you broke away from the boy and stared at Seokjin with utter mortification on your face.

"P-professor," you stammered, hands immediately scrunching at your shirt in an anxious fidget. You were slightly breathless, and Seokjin tried not to be distracted by the way you chewed your lower lip. It was already swollen from your… activities… and your teeth were only making it more apparent. "Uh, w-we were just - "

"Sorry Dr. Kim," said Taehyung cheerfully, clearly feeling none of your embarrassment. He took your hand in his, blissfully unaware of the fury brewing under his professor's skin. Seokjin was struck with the sudden urge to break the fingers currently lacing their way between yours. "We'll get out of your hair."

The boy tugged you away and you left, meeting Seokjin's eyes with a backwards glance that looked almost as agonized as he felt. He realized he was grinding his teeth, jaw tense as he stared at your retreating form. Was Taehyung taking you somewhere to finish what he'd started?

The thought of that pretty sigh of yours popped into his mind unbidden, and he swallowed hard as his hand clenched into a fist. The stickiness of the drying ink reminded him of what he had come out here for in the first place, and with a sigh he went to the bathroom.

Seokjin watched the ink run off his skin down the drain, but the image of your body pressed against Taehyung's refused to disappear.

~~~~~

"H-hi, Dr. Kim," you stammered awkwardly, hovering in the doorway like you had at the beginning of the semester. "Um, how are you today?"

You kept your eyes fixed on his chest, unable to bear the possibility of seeing judgment or disappointment marring your professor's handsome features.

Why had you let Taehyung kiss you like that not a minute after leaving the office? What started as an innocent peck turned into two, then three, to more soft kisses that had made your knees weak and your chest fill with warm honey. Before you knew it, you were pressed between the wall and his body, surroundings forgotten.

Of course someone would come across you, and of course with your luck it was the last person you'd pick. What must he think of you now?

"I finished the first draft of the research paper," you babbled, not letting him respond to your question as you shuffled into his office. Maybe if you never shut up, he would forget he'd seen anything. "I think it - "

"Relax, [y/n]."

Your professor's voice, full of its usual good humor, cut off your panicked ramblings and you looked up to see his familiar smile. Your shoulders sagged in relief, and you gave him a tentative smile back. Until he motioned for you to sit across from him at his desk rather than the separate table you usually worked at.

You obeyed with trepidation, sinking into the chair and doing your best not to die of embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday," you began preemptively, feeling heat prickle your neck as you remembered your professor's shocked face. "I shouldn't have - "

"It's alright, [y/n]," Dr. Kim's soothing voice cut you off again. "You're an adult, and you weren't disrupting a class."

He trailed off, and you looked at him in confusion. If he wasn't upset with you about that, then why did he want to initiate a discussion? You ignored the prickle of your own disappointment at the fact that he didn't seem to care at all that he had seen you kiss another boy.

Dr. Kim cleared his throat, looking uncharacteristically hesitant as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain what he wanted to discuss.

"Before I go on I'd like to say that this topic isn't strictly appropriate to discuss, but I feel it's important because I care about you as a person in addition to being my student," your professor began, and you felt your stomach flutter at the bare suggestion that he might see you as more than just a charge he was guiding.

"Not… appropriate?" you asked faintly, shoving down the thrill his words sent down your spine. You were overthinking, like you always did.

"That boy - Taehyung - is he your boyfriend?"

You blinked, completely caught off guard by the question. That had not been what you were expecting.

"N-no, not… yet?"

Your reply was pathetically tentative, and you hated yourself for your inflection. Taehyung was certainly sweet and affectionate, but there hadn't been any discussion about feelings or relationships. But that was normal, right? The two of you were getting to know each other better, and since the party he had been showering you with affection.

The slight furrow of your professor's brow said something different.

"I don't mean to pry or overstep, but isn't that the same person that got you drunk the night before my lecture?"

Dr. Kim's words sent hot flames of shame licking at your cheeks, and you shifted self-consciously as you found your eyes drawn to a scratch on his desk. How did he remember that? And why did you tell him about it in the first place? You ran a finger along the grooved wood and nodded, because your throat felt too constricted to speak.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm just concerned," he said quietly, reaching across the desk to put his hand over yours. Your professor's touch was gentle, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze that sent warm tingles through your veins.

"Um, I don't intend to let any relationships interfere with my schoolwork or research," you offered, as it was the only thing you could think of that he might worry about. It was hard to think rationally when you were distracted by his soft skin and the fervent hope for your hand not to start sweating.

You peeked up at him to see a fond smile on his face, soft and sweet and dangerously close to daydreams where he'd smile at you for other reasons. His eyes caught yours, and for a moment you found yourself captivated, unable to look away.

"Of course not," he replied with a chuckle. Then he hesitated again, looking at you with so much concern you felt your insides melting.

"I know it's not my place, I just don't want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of."

Huh? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because those plump lips twitched again into a rueful smile.

"You're a beautiful girl, [y/n], anyone can see that, and I worry that your… friend's intentions aren't completely pure."

You were vaguely aware that you were staring, but it was taking all of your mental capacity to process the words that had just tumbled out of your professor's lips. Did he - did he just say you were beautiful? Not pretty, not hot, but beautiful?

Before you could spiral completely, the end of his sentence nudged your mind.

"Taehyung's not - he's not like that," you said uncertainly, though doubt began to poke at your chest. He was always openly flirty and affectionate with everyone - had you made a mistake thinking you might be special? Dr. Kim squeezed your hand again, and the sympathy on his face made you feel both giddy and shy.

"I saw Taehyung speaking privately with Miss Lee last Monday," he said simply, grip tightening on yours as your face fell. "I'm not sure what it was about, but it looked... somewhat intimate."

"W-what? But…"

That didn't make any sense, Taehyung and Lee Yoojin weren't friends. You had never even seen them speak to each other. Yoojin had even been a part of the group of girls that had made your first few weeks hell for monopolizing the boys' (and Dr. Kim's) attention. And Monday? That was after the two of you had kissed, after the two of you had started - as Phoebe would call it - "hanging out."

Then again, even if it was true, it wasn't like Taehyung was technically doing anything wrong. He hadn't promised you anything, even if his actions had led you to believe that what you had was something special. Maybe you were just being too hopeful, overly clingy when he just saw this as a fun way to pass the time.

It still stung.

You didn't want it to be true, but Dr. Kim had no reason to lie to you, no reason to stick his unnecessarily perfect nose into student drama. You looked down on the grain of his desk as heat prickled your eyes, too distracted to notice the way your professor's own gaze flickered to the way you were chewing your lower lip.

Dr. Kim pulled you out of your thoughts by nestling your hand between both of his, and you felt your face grow warm despite the way your thoughts were racing.

"I'm sorry, [y/n], I didn't mean to upset you," your professor said apologetically, looking worried at your silence. It was an odd sensation, to be both dejected and embarrassed by his revelation but still feel delight from his touch. "I just thought you should know."

"It's okay," you mumbled, wondering why he always had to see you at your lowest. Even if it was gratifying, the way he looked out for you when he didn't need to. "I just feel like an idiot."

Your breath hitched when his thumbs began rubbing distracting, light circles on your skin, and you looked up at him in surprise. He was smiling at you, so much sincerity in his dark brown eyes that you could feel more of those flowers blooming in your heart.

"Don't say that," Dr. Kim said firmly, apparently oblivious to the way his touch was making your mind and pulse race. "You're a lovely person, both inside and out. If he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. And it's just your first year, there's no need to rush into anything in any case."

There it was again.

Lovely. Beautiful. Did he really think that? He couldn't know that every time he spoke, his sweet words wrapped around your heart in a knotted mess you had no desire to untangle.

"Thank you," you managed bashfully, hoping he didn't catch the breathless quality of your voice. "I - I know you have a lot more important things to do, so you taking the time to talk to me about this is - I just - um, I really appreciate it. It means a lot."

"I've already told you, there's nothing more important than your well-being."

And there was another seed in your chest, sown as gently and carefully as each stroke of his thumb against your skin. Your professor's words were a balm against the wound of his earlier revelation, soothing the humiliation and making you feel lighter than you expected.

"You're going to give me a big head," you giggled, smiling at him and hoping your admiration wasn't completely obvious. Dr. Kim looked genuinely pleased to have cheered you up, and for a moment you let yourself drink in twinkling dark eyes, his full lips, and inviting smile. For a moment, you let yourself pretend that he wasn't your professor, that he was holding your hand and calling you beautiful for another reason entirely.

Then a door slammed outside, shattering your illusion. The both of you jumped, and Dr. Kim gave a chagrined laugh before pulling his hands away. The moment was gone.

~~~~~

"[Y/n]! Want to get coffee?"

You forced a smile as Taehyung bounded up to you after lecture, Jimin following after with his usual cheeky grin. As you finished packing up your bag, your eyes met Dr. Kim's, and you felt your heart skitter. You couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face, but you assumed it was worry, considering the news he had given you a few days before.

"Um, I actually have to get somewhere," you hedged apologetically, though the way Taehyung's face fell made your stomach churn a little in guilt.

"You've been so busy lately," he whined, looking at you like a kicked puppy.

You hesitated, especially when Jimin added his pout to the mix, before you glanced over their shoulders to see Lee Yoojin staring at you with narrowed eyes. Her cold gaze was enough to douse the ember of guilt that had appeared in your chest, and you suddenly felt a spark of irritation take its place.

"Actually," you began, deciding to seize your courage now before you could change your mind, "Tae, could I talk to you alone for a second?"

Jimin sighed, before shocking you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing soft lips against your cheek. "I'll let you guys be for now, but I'm not letting Taehyung monopolize you forever," he complained, making your own mouth fall open in surprise. What did that mean? He pranced off before you could answer, leaving you even more confused than ever.

Taehyung was smiling at you as if you were the only person in the room, but when you spared a glance to the front of the lecture hall and realized Dr. Kim was still watching. Had he seen Jimin's kiss? You hoped he didn't think you were being stupid, or that you were ignoring his advice from earlier.

"Let's get that coffee first," you sighed, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. Your friend's eyes brightened and he grabbed your hand like he'd been doing recently. You felt like it would be too awkward to refuse, and you let him lead you out of the lecture hall, wondering if you were imagining the sensation of eyes boring into the back of your head.

You stewed in your thoughts as the two of you walked to the cafe in the student union, oblivious to the way your silence put a glimmer of concern in Taehyung's eyes. He paid for your coffee despite your protests, and as soon as you sat down at one of the rickety tables he took the chair next to yours, letting his knees brush against your own.

"Is everything okay?" Taehyung asked, and you took a bracing sip of your drink before meeting his gaze. You had made a split second decision to talk to him about what was going on, but you had no idea how to broach the topic.

"What were you talking to Yoojin about last Monday?" you blurted before you lost your nerve, internally berating yourself for sounding like a jealous girlfriend. Tae's eyes widened, and his next words only made you feel worse.

"How did you hear about that?" he asked in surprise, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Your stomach dropped at his expression, your mind already racing to the worst possible explanation.

"Does it matter?" you asked with a frown, not missing the implication that he didn't seem to have intended to tell you. You looked down, playing with the edges of your coffee sleeve so you didn't have to keep looking at him. "I just - I know we're not anything, but I thought…"

"Um, she wanted to… uh, start hooking up," Taehyung mumbled. "Like we did at the beginning of the semester. But I said no!"

"What?"

You felt odd. Fuzzy. Hazy. Like it was someone else sitting there, trying to understand what was happening.

"Jimin and I… we hooked up with her at the beginning of the semester," Taehyung explained nervously, and something icy settled in the pit of your stomach. Both of them?

"At… the same time?" you asked faintly, taking another gulp in the hope that the warmth of your coffee would help thaw the cold feeling inside of you. It didn't.

It wasn't so much that they'd done something wrong - it was that you had no idea, and apparently Taehyung had had no intention to tell you. Why? Was it because he thought it would lessen the chances of… of doing the same with you?

Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, his cheeks tinged a faint pink that you would have found cute at any other time. "Uh, yeah. And separately, too. But it was before we met you!"

"Oh."

Another frigid shard pierced your chest as you remembered Jimin's words and actions earlier. They had both always been flirty and affectionate, but… was this just a thing they did? Had their end goal been to eventually have you in their bed? Would you then be discarded for a newer model like apparently Yoojin had?

"Is that - is that what you want from me?" you asked, unable to keep the hurt from your tone. "Is that all this is?"

His eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically, taking your hand in his own. You pulled it away.

"What?! No, of course not," he said in a rush, looking a little desperate at your action. "[Y/n], I really like you."

A few days earlier those words would have made you elated. Now, you weren't sure what to feel. What if he was just saying that to appease you?

"So what was that Jimin said about you 'monopolizing me'?" you asked flatly, crossing your arms as you waited for Taehyung's response. He wilted at your tone, and you hardened your heart against the effect of his devastating puppy eyes.

"He likes you too," he mumbled, looking worried about your reaction. "But he'll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable!"

Uh. What? This was officially too much for your brain and heart to handle.

"I… I think I need some time," you finally managed, wondering what kind of alternate reality you had found yourself in. How exactly had you gone from invisible to… whatever the fuck this was, in just a few months?

"I - yeah, okay," said Taehyung reluctantly. He looked so dejected you found yourself wanting to console him, especially since he had been nothing but sweet to you. But this was all new territory, and you didn't want to blindly believe in someone you had just met a few months ago.

You didn't hate him - you couldn't, and he really technically hadn't done anything wrong. And he was being honest now that you'd asked him point blank, which you appreciated. It would just take some time to soothe the cracks in your chest, and think about what you wanted without being influenced by pretty eyes and stolen kisses.

"We are still friends though, right?" Taehyung asked anxiously, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that were so difficult to resist. You felt your smile grow into something more genuine, cautiously optimistic that he seemed to want to be friends even without the option of something more.

"Of course, Tae. I'll let you know if - if anything changes."

The relief on his face was palpable, and for a split second you wondered if you had misjudged him and the situation. But then a familiar set of broad shoulders at the counter caught your eye, and you remembered your professor's words.

"You're a lovely person, both inside and out. If he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. And it's just your first year, there's no need to rush into anything, in any case."

Dr. Kim was right, there was no reason for you to rush headfirst into whatever this thing with Taehyung was - had been.

Your professor turned and you forced yourself to look back at Taehyung, feeling embarrassed. You especially shouldn't be pining after a man just because he was gorgeous and kind to you. And thought you were beautiful.

"I really do have to go to my next class now," you said apologetically, trying to reassure Taehyung by patting his head the way you knew he liked. "But I'll see you in lecture on Friday, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he replied, also standing up and giving you a relieved smile. His one-armed hug was comforting, a reassurance to the both of you, and as you watched him you felt another pang of uncertainty that you pushed away.

You let out a sigh, slumping in your seat, suddenly exhausted. Had you made the right decision? Or were you just being an oversensitive prude? Why couldn't these things just have a definitive, empirical answer?

A blueberry muffin plopped down on the table, startling you out of your musings. When you glanced up, Dr. Kim was smiling down at you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone even softer than the expression on his face.

"I - I'm fine," you replied, shocked by your professor's intuition and consideration. It never even occurred to you that he might have been eavesdropping.

"Good," he murmured, his approving tone making your chest thrum. "I've been worried."

The words chased away the lingering discontent leftover from your conversation with Taehyung. Your professor cared, enough to check up on you and even get you a treat to cheer you up when he thought you were upset. You remembered the Powerade he had left you, and forced away the petals that stirred in your chest at the thought.

"I'm a big girl, professor," you retorted lightly, giving him a cheeky grin that surprised even yourself. "You don't have to worry so much."

Dr. Kim's laugh was light and free, cheering you up even further.

"Too late," he teased back, those plush lips of his curved into a wicked grin. The sheer playfulness of his response almost sent you reeling, but you were able to gather yourself enough to give a good-natured eye roll.

"I'm not that helpless, am I?" you asked almost petulantly, looking up at your professor with your best pout. To your surprise, his eyes went wide and he stared at you for a moment before responding.

"Apparently not," he replied with a slight cough, looking oddly disconcerted. For some reason, the tips of his ears had gone pink. He wasn't getting sick, was he?

"Are you okay, professor?"

At your query, Dr. Kim straightened, though something in his smile was different in a way you couldn't quite place.

"Of course, [y/n], never better."

~~~~~

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[ineffectualdemon]

in a modern au, would the demon chat group be more chaotic than the cultivator chat group? Are they both unhinged? Who would be the meme posters?

I think there are three group chats

1. Demon trio: mostly unhinged obsession with their love interests and schemes

2. Cultivators: mostly like a chaotic HOA group chat filled with drama and rumours and accusations

3. Cumplane chat which is three things: a) memes b) graphic death threats (from Cucumber) c) inappropriate remarks about Binghe's dick size (from Airplane)

[a7-notebook]

gc et-c o-f2 for the wip tag game !

@graytodd okay, so 'gc et-c o-f2' is an abbreviation for 'group chat modern AU for third iteration of Eternity (Connection-bloodline) ~ fanfiction of own work'

plot summary in a few bullet points:

drama between 2 rival art clubs (fine art club, and 'free art' club who just do fuck all)

the protagonist receiving anonymous 'I will ruin your life' threat notes (actually from his not-dead brother) throughout [note: brother wants revenge because he blames protagonist for the death of their sister]

childhood friends teacher-student romance

it's told through text messages in 3 group chats, text messages from mc to a 'no longer in service' number (supposedly dead brother), anonymous notes, school emails, and other media like search histories and to-do lists

it was a modern/school AU of a cultivation fantasy/romance story about trying to escape The Time Loop and also falling in love someone who you can't remember anything about despite remembering everything else on the fucking continent from all the loops

the reason it doesn't have a title is because I abandoned it a long time ago and I could never properly summarise the 'kind of wild but also kind of directionless and unformed' plot in a few words 😝

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Masterlist - Plot Bunnies

Hello everyone, Ann here.

Instead of Day 14 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies" today, I wanted to post a Mastelist of all the fic ideas I had posted over the last 2 weeks here. I wanna try and update this every 2 weeks or, if not, once a month with all the new plot bunnies I explained.

Since all the ploy bunnies I posted have titles, I will just have the title become the link to its respective day, and if they have any chapters written I will put a link to that post as well.

Also, I will separate them by Fandom here while putting anything worthy of mention in brackets.

Either way, I hope you guys enjoy my rambling about the crazy ideas my brain comes up with every day.

Fandoms:

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System:

Shen Jiu's forceful adoption (You don't choose family, family chooses you) - a SVSSS x MDZS idea

Shen Jiu's Regret: Reading SVSSS (Reacting to the book Fic)

Gaming's Dimension Hopping Master (and his annoying Harem) - a SVSSS x Genshin idea

Dogs are dogs, but cats are people

Yue Qingyuan's No-Good, Very Bad Time Travel Experience

My Hero Academia:

World's Best Hero System (System AU)

System 16-564-53 (kinda? Global Examination AU)

Mo Dao Zu Shi:

Cultivation Chat Group - Wei Wuxian Edition (Cultivation Chat Group AU)

How to steal a gem (and a heart along the way) - a Magic Kaito AU

Some roads are not meant to be traveled alone (Pokemon AU version 1) & Life is a journey you must walk to behold (Pokemon AU version 2)

Never too old to learn, never too late to turn (Jiang Cheng Time Travel AU)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn:

(A Mafia Boss?) No, I am a detective. (Detective Conan AU)

Naruto:

The late dog always barks at the closed door (Shiranui Genma is Naruto's Jounin Sensei AU)

Prologue Part 1/? - here

[watatsumiis]

more Minecraft au thoughts:

ayato definitely gathers lots of flowers and/or refuses to live anywhere but a flower forest biome. (<-biased headcanon. i do this)

his house is ornamented with diamond blocks (he likes the color) but when he actually has to mine anything himself (rare) he has to borrow tools because he forgets/doesn't want to carry them on him. this makes him very easy to trap in cobweb traps. i think at least once per week yae miko tricks him into falling into a simple cobblestone box or black concrete box and he has to beg Thoma to come let him out.

prefers the diamond sword that he carries with him to be unenchanted which is lucky for him because it makes it much easier to replace (he has a large chest full of emeralds in his house and he can just go to Zhongli's beautifully cultivated/restored village and trade with them to get a new one). he has to replace it often because other players steal it from him when they kill him kind of like a kill count. yae miko has two full large chests full of unused unenchanted diamond swords

he likes building and designing and landscaping and making his house look pretty and he gets very sad when it gets attacked by creepers so now it's surrounded by cats

wait no because i do the same thing 😭😭 I love the flower forests, or the flower plains. they're so pretty/

These headcanons are so fun and in character for him honestly, I adore them--

He probably bothers Thoma into gathering resources for him, since he prefers the building aspect a lot more over the exploring aspect. Thoma has links with like every group in the server, so he's able to get tons of stuff easily by trading for the hundreds of stacks of items that Ayato has suddenly decided he doesn't need (until the next day when he changes his mind and asks where it all is-- oops). Ayato really has no interest in the exploring or fighting aspect of the game, he just likes having valuables at his disposal and occasionally standing near spawn and starting arguments when he gets bored. If he wanders off on his own, expect to see a death message within about ten minutes. he tends to multitask while playing and often just walks into ravines or goes afk somewhere silly so he can go get a drink or snack and gets killed by mobs.

Thoma is totally the helpful friend on the server, gathering any resources anyone needs - if someone sends a message into the group chat asking for a couple of logs at 2am? he has two stacks of every type of log for them. He keeps the donation bin at spawn fully stocked, and is one of the few people that Capitano allows to approach his castle (since he helped plant the farms inside)

Ayato probably builds a super lovely and gorgeous house for Ayaka based on her favourite novel at the moment - it's super detailed and pretty, but she politely turns it down in favour of the giant chaotic block that she shares with a bunch of the other girls in the server - they all like to pool resources and have so many pets that the server lags a little when loading them all in. Every pet has a different collar and name tag, they're so extraordinarily loved, it's tradition that when one of the inhabitants comes home from a long journey, they feed each and every single pet. it spirals out of control pretty quickly. They also have an automated defense system across their very pretty front yard, that will trap and kill anyone or anything that dares to cross. You have to go a couple of thousand blocks out from spawn because their group has strip mined EVERYTHING.

Though the bonus to this is that Sucrose is in good with that clique, and so they have access to all the resources they need to build fancy contraptions for the whole server to use - exp farms, automatic fishers, elytra launchers, automatic furnaces and brewers, everything! They often team up with Albedo to find ways to streamline tedious processes - though if you travel out far enough, you'll find their testing ground, a huge flattened-out desert biome with failed machines all over it that they just never bothered to clean up.

[transandersrights]

Thinking abt modern AU Hawke family. They have a family group chat and they're not allowed to send messages about magic in case their messages get picked up by Templars/police somehow. They deliberately cultivate a reputation as bird lovers so they can send coded messages to the group chat about Templar movements they see around town ("two birds outside the railway station today, flying away from home!"). They homeschool their kids. They pretend to be the most obnoxious kind of parents so no one is tempted to get too close

[kiriel123]

Fic recs MDZS/The Untamed

protocol & etiquette for modern cultivators: an unofficial field guide by SugarMilkTea

Modern Cultivation AU lwj gets sex pollen-ed and to protect his reputation wwx claims they’re a couple. Lwj is more than happy to go along and make this fake relationship into a real one, PDA included. Very sexy and hilarious

【已經打動我的心】So Sing To Me All Night by aroceu

Modern AU wwx listens to college radio dj lwj when he can't sleep and becomes his number one song requestor. The music choices are perfect, the facebook page chat is hilarious, and the emotions are overwhelming

riposte by Deinde

Modern Fencing AU lwj is one of the best epeeists of his age group matched only by wwx. Their chemistry is electric and their fencing is on point! Also loved all the little fencing trivia

Oh, to be lovers in Paris by ilip13

Modern AU wwx may have told his coworkers that his BFF lwj is the love of his life, which wasn’t a problem until his BFF came on a company trip with him which necessitated talking to his coworkers. Super adorable

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets)

Cherry Magic AU wwx turns thirty as a virgin, gains telepathy, and is shocked when he discovers lwj, his coworker who hates him, actually likes him. Wants to take care of him. Loves him maybe. Gave me all the feels

Themes and Variations in F# Major by defractum (nyargles)

Modern Musician AU lwj and wwx are both solo musical prodigies traveling the world. They’re ships passing in the night until suddenly they’re not. Creating music with someone who is in tune with you is a beautiful thing

Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers

Post canon wwx and lwj are traveling together and everything is wonderful until the day lwj wakes up convinced he has a fiancé he’s very much in love with (not wwx) and has to find. Wwx goes along with him of course because he would never let lwj go. Part casefic, part love story, all wonderful

the rivers start to sing by fruitys

Alternate canon/Tangled fusion wwx has been trapped in a tower by the Jins. Lwj, fleeing with the Stygian Tiger Seal ends up in the Tower. They make a pact – wwx will back the Seal if lwj takes him to the Lantern Festival. They travel together! They fall in love! It’s so beautiful!!

tell me true by twigofwillow

Modern AU with fake dating. lwj’s family has a musical weekend event every year. They are expecting to see lwj’s boyfriend who does not exist at this weekend. Wwx, like a good colleague, agrees to help out. Funny how every description of lwj’s imaginary boyfriend perfectly matches wwx. So sweet.

mine to hold by alcego

Modern AU friends/coworkers with benefits, no one survives company outings unscathed with these two. During an illicit blowjob wwx starts vomiting feelings and they go from friends to boyfriends :DDD

[violets-and-clawmarks]

Life Update

Hey all! It's been a while since you've heard from me on this blog specifically, and I wanted to drop a few things here while I work on the next part of AWKIF.

TL;DR - I'm happy about everyone's continued support, events have happened that have made me want to distance myself from the larger parts of the Warriors community, and I will be bringing other AUs to life besides AWKIF.

Now, first of all, thank you all for your continued support! It's been so nice to know that even with the slowness, my AU is still connecting with people! On a more somber note, while my posting habits will be about the same, I think I'll be distancing myself from the community at large. I want to focus on the art I make and maybe just cultivating a small group of friends to chat with. There are some things that have happened that make me realize that I don't want to end up losing myself to the deluge of drama and toxicity that keeps cropping up over and over. I'll be voicing my opinion on certain topics on my personal blog only, so my warrior cats stuff is going to be purely for the sake of exploring the funny cat books that I still somewhat connect with and nothing else. If you want to send a message my way you are still free to, but please try not to bring up what you think the situations I'm referring to are! I'm keeping that to myself for a reason.

Second of all, I'll be working on other AUs alongside AWKIF, so you'll be seeing some oneshots and art pieces start to appear left and right. Admittedly, that'll probably be the most "greater community" specific thing you see from me, because a lot of different creators have a lot of cool ideas that I want other people to see!

Third and final point is just a genuine thank you for all of your guys support! I've been dealing with a lot of things that I don't after share here, and having something to come back to has been a great motivator creatively! I look forward to continuing with my projects here, because even with my problems with the series and community, it still means a lot to me. I want to bring my ideas to life to show that adoration, as best I can. Anyways, thank you all for reading!