#That's Science party fic btw

[hydrogenperson]

What do you know about true insanity?..

[kingdomoftyto]

Reading GF fic is such a trip because one minute it'll be like "the brothers have a heart-to-heart about how they've wronged each other" and the next it's like "everyone is saved from a chupacabra attack by the princess of the manatees" and then sometimes it's like "here's some weird nightmare alien porn" before eventually the looming mystery gets solved like:

(And sometimes all of these things are from a single fic series)

[chaoticallyfluffy]

I want more of the JL acting like normal celebrities.

Batman and Chappel Roan working together on a competitive cooking show against teams of Kylie Jenner and Danny Devito, Kanye West and Kesha, Taylor Swift and Superman, etc. They are a surprisingly good team who work together great. They end up winning the whole thing and a bunch of wholesome memes start trending about the two of them adopting you after your awful parents kicked you out. Superman and Taylor Swift are surprisingly a TERRIBLE team. They’re disqualified because they never finished cooking their meals as they were too busy arguing. They are memed to be the parents who kicked you out and desperately need a divorce.

Wonder Woman going on a survivor-like reality show about a bunch of celebrities stuck on an island together and all the contestants are whining about things like “My hair is so frizzy and Chad is SO hot, I don’t want him to see me like this omg” While Diana has already chopped down multiple trees, used the wood to make a cabin for everyone, hunted a wild boar which is currently roasting over a campfire she also made with the leftover sticks and leaves, and cracked the coconuts from the tree. The rest of the show is mostly a normal reality show. The other contestants never have to lift a finger and can peacefully gossip and have drama while being well fed, housed, and hydrated. The only real difference is that every few minute the camera switches to Diana wresting a grizzly bear or catching fish with her bare hands.

The masked singer where there’s a person in a colourful parrot costume singing on stage and everyone has to guess who it is. People have guessed many celebrities like Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, or even Lex Luther, but they mostly guessed famous singers because the guy is GOOD and there’s no way he doesn’t sing professionally. He sang songs like “Party in the USA”, “Call Me Maybe” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”. People were going crazy trying to figure out who he is. The time finally comes for the reveal. The man slowly takes off his parrot head and... it’s Batman. The crowd goes wild.

The Flash (Barry) and Green Lantern (Hal) make a podcast and spend the entire time going on long rants about their respective interests. Flash talks about forensic science and chemistry for an hour while GL hums in interest or asks questions every once in a while. After that GL rambles about airplanes and engineering for another hour while Flash enthusiastically nods and adds in related stories every so often. Twitter diagnoses them with autism.

Captain Marvel has a TikTok account where he posts himself trying suggestions from his fans. Some of his most popular videos include him juggling a bunch of chainsaws (perfectly, btw), pranking JL members, bedazzling Mr Minds prison jar with fake crystals and speech bubble stickers that make it look like Mr Mind is saying things like “I’m DUMB”, and his most popular by far, citing The Santa Clause rules to Black Adam and convincing him that since he killed his father technically that makes him his new dad (the horror stopped Black Adam in place mid battle, giving Marvel the perfect opportunity to punch him in the face. The punch has been slo-mo’d and memed to oblivion). His Batman mandated PR team has been begging him to stop for months but in response he posts himself TikTok dancing (terribly) in front of a green screen in the background showing an image of the emails while asking for more suggestions.

If anyone has any ideas like this or fics to recommend plz tell me In the comments, I love the Justice League just casually being celebrities.

[sungbeam]

𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 — teaser!

nonidol!kim younghoon x f!reader

neither you nor younghoon were party people, but you did find love in the convenience store down the block.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. friends 2 lovers, mutual pining, college au, swearing, mentions of chemistry & physics

▷ projected release date. february 16th/17th hopefully!

▷ estimated wc. 24-26k ... maybe

this is the seventh installment of the love in unity series! this can be read as a standalone, but there are multiple references to previous fics & i highly encourage u to read those; all other yns will be referred to as _!yn. (ayc occurs DURING party people)

a/n: surprise 🦅 @justalildumpling approved btw

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 500 WORDS)

Younghoon had never been tardy to your tutoring sessions last year, so you weren't surprised when you saw him seated at your usual table in the corner. He glanced up from his phone as you walked in, waving. There was a blue colored beanie over his head and a brown corduroy jacket draped over his shoulders.

He noted the container in your hands and his eyes widened like saucers. “You did not.”

“I told you I would save you a piece,” you said sheepishly as you set the container down in front of him and took a seat.

“You—” His bottom lip jutted out. “I can't accept this.”

“You have to. It has your name on it,” you insisted, pointing out the little “Younghoon” scrawled on the side in Sharpie with a smiley face. It was customary in your household to write names on containers if they weren't already color coded or marked with a label. Label makers cost more than Sharpies did, and most of the time, your family didn't mind scrubbing the ink off if needed.

Younghoon's smile was sweet like the pastry sitting in the Tupperware. “I literally made French toast as soon as we stopped texting.”

You laughed. “No way.”

“Yes way! I dragged Hyunjae's ass out of bed,” he told you with great energy, eyes alight as he recalled his late morning antics to you. “I really didn't expect that you would bring me a slice, Yn, you sweetheart.”

“We had lots of leftovers and I just knew the most enthusiastic bread fanatic I knew had to try some of my big brother's toast,” you told him, pleased with his reaction.

He seemed at a loss for words; he just kept looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you wondered how you could replicate this reaction over and over again. “Thank you,” was what he settled on. “I—” He gestured to the container, to you, to the container, “It means a lot.”

“You're welcome,” you said simply.

Younghoon heaved a great sigh and stood up. “Now I have to buy you some snacks—no. Yn, sit your ass down.”

Your eyes widened a comical amount and you plopped yourself back onto the chair.

His lips wiggled as he held back a smile. “Don't move.”

“You don't have to do this, Hoon,” you shook your head as he began making his way over to the aisles.

“What's that rule in chemistry? Energy can neither be created nor destroyed?” He queried from within the drinks aisle.

“The first law of thermodynamics,” you supplied. “It's not just chemistry though. It's prevalent in all the sciences.” You weren't sure where he was going with this.

“Yeah, well—” He paused. You couldn't see him from where you were, but even the rustling noises stopped. “Shit, that's not the right rule.”

You bit back a laugh. Oh, he was too adorable.

“What's the one where equal and opposite and…?”

Your brain tripped. “Uh, the—the 'for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction’ one?”

More crinkling. “Aha! That's the one. Yeah, so for your actions, I must do as the physicists do, and react accordingly.”

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[charmixpower]

bloom/valtor, aisha/stella and riven/brandon for the ask game?

Once again I'm not a huge fan of hero/VILLAN ships

I'm not going to talk as long for this one. If just writing that much about Blicy kicked up my hyper empathy to make me start crying I don't wanna know what this is gonna do

Anyways he attempted to genocide her entire planet and thats like my biggest dislike of this ship. That an Valtor would absolutely be manipulating and gaslighting Bloom for the rest of her life

From what I've seen of Winx fics Bloom/Valtor tend to be dark fics (duh, he's pure evil and is only not trying to kill her like everyone else because she's currently useful, and she's already more naive than the average person because she was not born in the magical dimension) and I don't like dark fic! It makes me extremely uncomfortable

I react to fiction a LOT differently due to my over active empathy, I empathize with fictional characters a lot more than a normal person. So you can see why someone with "can't stop imagining themselves in others shoes" disorder would NOT like ships that literally can't not have a huge power imbalance that one party intends to take advantage of to control the other

This ship is why I'm probably gonna overhaul Valtor completely, it's just better for my mental health like this

This ship is so moon themed

Can I just say this is the ultimate ocean couple??? Fairy of liquids and the fairy of sun and moon. Ocean and the moon pushing and pulling the tides!! So cute!!

Tbh they are very cute but I think they're reactions to being famous and raised surrounded by other people with high expectations would cause problems. Stella, obviously, loves the attention, and tries her best to reach the expectations even if she struggles. Aisha jumped out the window and ran away as soon as she cool to avoid more manners classes

These differentiating opinions on being princesses would cause problems. That in they really don't share anything in common?? Like even if you look at Tecna and Flora, they share a love of science in common, but Aisha and Stella really have no middle ground

I don't think it would be impossible for a relationship to start, but it's pull isn't as strong as my other Winx/Winx ships

Btw Stella is number one friend and first to help and Aisha is number one hyper independent much to her determent, and Stella being the first one she accepts help from and then they kiss is rlly cute

BRIVEN

BRIVEN IS IMPORTANT AND EVERYTHING TO ME

1) RIVEN HATES SKY AND RESPECTS BRANDON EVEN WHEN THERE IDENTITIES ARE SWITCHED

2) BRANDON IS ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WHO SEEM TO UNDERSTAND HOW THIS DUMBASS THINKS

3) BRANDON DOES FLIRT WITH PEOPLE FOR FUN

4) RIVEN CANT PROCESS A SINGLE EMOTION AND WOULD BE VERY FUNNY TO FLIRT WITH

5) BRANDON HAS A NATURAL RESISTANCE TO RIVEN BULLSHIT

6) RIVEN WOULD BE BEST EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH AND EMPATHIZE WITH BRANDON'S WHOLE CHILD SOLDIER THING

7) SKY AND TIMMY DON'T LIKE RIVEN SO WHO DO YOU THINK KEEPS INVITING RIVEN TO THINGS??? BRANDON

8) WHATS MORE ROMANTIC THAN KISSING THE FIRST PERSON YOU'VE BEGUN TO TRUST IN A LONG TIME???

20000000/20000000 SHIP, PERFECT, NO NOTES

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Love Like a Hit To The Face

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53322568

by mickymickymanman

His original plan had been to surprise his beloved while he tinkered; this had failed miserably due to the Texan man's spy-induced paranoia. After stalking through the darkened room, his effort had only unfortunately ended with the imprint of a wrench on the Medic's right cheek. It hurt like hell, and hell was something Medic really knew. Too much paperwork.

At the very least, Engineer had felt sympathetic enough to "Play Doctor."

short and REALLY SAPPY science party porn made maybe possibly for my favorite science party artist. enjoy! (loud tom and jerry scream)

Words: 2449, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Medic (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), the others are like. mentioned at best

Relationships: Engineer/Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Trans Engineer (Team Fortress 2), medic couuuld be trans if you want you can just like pretend, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, they get dirty in engies workshop, Penis In Vagina Sex, this is for my favorite tf2 artist on twitter btw. red if you see this I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!, im amateur at best to porn fics forgive me, slight german phrases but i translated them for you dw im not like that evil, Top Medic (Team Fortress 2), Bottom Engineer (Team Fortress 2), third person perspective but it kind of switches between who i focus on

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53322568

[idyllic-affections]

HI just popping in bc of that recent post

i think it'd be really cool to see reader putting him into place but just add so much fucking angst in that too KHFKDJD, again, 2 traumatized people who meet in unfortunate times and instead of helping each other even tho both parties are aware of how fucked the other is they just... Somewhat destroy each other more?

because, as you've said, reader is so used with worse, but that doesn't mean it doesn't annoy them right? maybe reader snapped at scara because they were at the limit of their patience? I'm sure they'd feel empathy towards him, after all, poor guy is going through all of this and he's just part of dottore's bigger scheme, but the moment scara acts out, hurts them, they saw red and it just happened..

they didn't intend to do it, neither did scaramouche. they both did something that just, triggered their body's instinct because they both went through hell... I like the idea reader would be looking at their hands when scara visibly winces in pain or even sheds some tears but they clench their jaw and proceed with what they're doing. They've done worse, and they'll continue doing it because it's their just.

For scara and reader, it's just another normal day in the lab.

Sorry I just had a brain rot for that I'm so in love exploring unwell characters

HI MOOT HELLO you're so right btw i also love exploring unwell characters... the basis of every long fic i write is literally exploring Mental Illness HELSPDJSKG

scara and [name] could be so good for one another. they could be so helpful. ideally, they'd be something of a catalyst for recovery to one another... but neither of them are at that stage yet. neither of them are ready for recovery, because as you've said, this is normal for them, so they just make one another worse. constantly.

(i think dottore does this on purpose btw. it's something of a social experiment. he could do the maintenance, but... why would he, when there is the potential for a very fascinating encounter?)

[name] is very kind. it's an important theme in this fic. they're extremely empathetic, often regarded as some kind of saint among sinners by the unfortunate victims of dottore's endless curiosity. even though they have done very very awful things to keep themselves alive (which will also be explored in the fic teehee), they're regarded as just... very kind. very gentle. everything they do is always gentle.

and the day in particular in which [name] has to attend to scara's needs, they also happened to meet collei for the first time. the scared, crying, eleazar-ridden child that collei was.

they also, prior to that, were involved in a... very bloody experiment earlier in the day.

so, yeah. they've just about had it by the time they have to see scara.

they're so used to being passive all the time. they have to be. they're relatively strong, but... they can't defend themselves against any of the harbingers (or maybe they can, and they've just fallen victim to learned helplessness. who knows? 🫶), but being injured just triggers such a strong sense of fight or flight within them, because they're used to it being the segments that act out against them. they aren't used to scara acting out. they aren't used to sandrone's robots acting out (which they also help out with, just much more rarely).

put in that situation, they just can't help it when they tell him to stop acting like a fucking brat. they can't help it when they--very cruelly and insensitively--tell him that if he wants to be dottore's science project again, that's fine by them! why should they care what happens to him?!

...

the rest of his maintenance is carried out in heavy silence, of course. at least he stopped acting out. whoops. they could have been nicer, but they were just spread so thinly that day in particular.

they don't say anything when he whimpers after they prod a tender spot a little too hard.

he's used to it. he's used to it. he's used to it.

they just dissociate to get it over with faster. they don't like to think about being responsible for his tears. they don't like to think about how they're surely no better than their boss.

they don't really like thinking about those things in these situations, so they dissociate to fix it.

[static-sulker]

Hey there! I fucking love your science party fic so much and since I randomly found you on Tumblr I wanted to drop in and say hi! I think the way you write them is super sweet and I adore the little interactions you write with them. I won't put much more here since I've already screamed my head off about how much I love that fic in the comments, in damn btw. See ya!

EEEE I LOVE COMMENTS LIKE THESE THANK YOU ANON!!!!!

[fuckyeahscienceparty]

Ok so what if there was a really bad thunderstorm and and Engie and Medic made a pillow fort together and drank hot coco and did the cute forehead kissies and and one of them are really scared of thunderstorm and they they hug and kiss and stuff y'know.... 🥺👉👈

i hope.. this is not too ooc. not like some of my others haven't been but i couldn't resist getting super soft with this one.

thank you for such a cute prompt!! it was a joy to write 💕

-

Danke Schoen

It wasn't every day that a storm this bad came rolling into the dessert. Or really a storm period, especially with lightning and thunder and everything.

Needless to say, a certain BLU member with goggles and a case of astrophobia was not pleased.

-

"Looks like the rain still isn't letting up, huh?" Medic hummed as he gently took one of the cups of hot chocolate he'd made and handed Engie the other.

"Uh. Uhuh. Yup. Sure isn't," He stumbled out, taking the cup that he'd been offered. Medic said nothing but frowned slightly as he put the pot he used in the sink and filled it with water so he could wash it, taking a sip of his drink.

It'd been uncharacteristically wet in Tuefort that week. Battle had to be cancelled until the storm was over for risk of flooding and the two of them had been using the opportunity to do weapons upgrades in Engie's workshop, Engie himself having practically lived there ever since the rain started up.

Which in and of itself wasn't necessarily odd. They were all cooped up inside anyways, there really wasn't a reason for him to leave other than to get food, take a shower, and sleep and even then, he did have a pull out couch in the corner of the workshop he tended to pass out on if he was too tired to make the trek to his room.

But now that Medic was actually seeing him 'out and about', he'd noticed something a little... odd.

He'd been acting unusually restive- ever since they left the workshop, really. It wasn't like Engie wasn't one to fidget (Medic would honestly be more concerned if he WASN'T chewing on something or bouncing his leg constantly) but he seemed more. Apprehensive about it, this time.

"Herr Engineer, are you alright?" Medic asked after the pot had been washed, taking his cup back into his hands as he turned to face him.

"Couldn't be better."

"Oh don't pull that bullshit on me Dell, I can tell your upset."

"I'n not upset-"

It was then a rather large crash of thunder could be heard throughout the base, Engie flinching and nearly dropping his cup, spilling hot chocolate all over his hand and the counter.

"Christ, are you alright??" Medic asked, hurriedly turning the sink back on and directing Engie's hand under the cold, running water before going to get paper towels.

"F-fine, I'm fine," He insisted, though the frazzled look on his face and quiver in his voice said otherwise.

As he began cleaning up the spill, something in Medic's brain finally clicked as he looked to his boyfriend with a concerned look on his face.

"Dell, are you... afraid of thunderstorms?"

Engie opened his mouth as if to say something before closing it again and anxiously looking away from him, the only sounds in the kitchen being the steady trickle of water from the sink and the heavy pattering of rain against the roof.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's not in your file," Medic asked softly.

"Because it's stupid."

"It's not stupid-"

"Ludwig, I am a middle aged man who builds machines that shoot people to death for a living and I've been afraid of sounds coming from the sky since I was 6. It's a little stupid."

"Ok, say being afraid of seemingly inane things is stupid. It's not, but that's not the point right now. Why are you afraid of thunder and not something like, say, gunshots?"

"It's not just... loud noises. I know what guns sound like. Intimately. I can tell if something sounds like a gun, or a bomb, or a rocket because I hear those every day."

"Then what is it?"

"It's. It's just an irrational fear I was never able to shake. It's whatever."

"I mean I'm not doubting you on the irrational fear part but it's clearly not 'whatever', you're not even looking at me right now."

Engie wanted to retaliate but was interrupted by another strike of thunder, letting out a soft whimper instead.

It was then that he started shaking. Not very much, just slightly. He wasn't even really sure he was doing it but Medic rushed to throw the chocolate soaked paper towels into the trash before closing the tap, carefully drying his hand for him with the kitchen towel.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have prodded you," Medic said carefully as he pressed a kiss against his forehead, Engie squeezing his eyes shut as he did.

"Can we please go back to the workshop? All the soundproof padding I put in there makes it. Easier for me," He mumbled out.

Ah. So that's why he hadn't left.

"Of course we can, my love. Though... can we make one detour on the way there?" Medic asked, giving him that side smile he always did when he had some sort of idea in that wonderful, haywire brain of his.

"Where?"

"You'll see. Do you mind carrying the cups for me? I'm going to need both hands to carry stuff," Medic asked, holding both cups of hot chocolate out to him.

Engie raised an eyebrow but did as requested, following after him while silently begging himself to stop trembling.

When they arrived at Engie's bedroom he was a little confused, staring at Medic as he started folding up the blankets and stacking up their pillows.

"Honey, what on Earth are you doing?"

"We're making a pillow fort."

"What are we, 12?"

"No, but who says you're too old to have fun every once in a while?" Medic grinned at him, putting all their fort making supplies in a blanket bundle for easy carrying.

Engie shook his head at him but smiled regardless, shifting one of the cups so he was holding both in one hand and could hold the door open with the other.

When they'd arrived to the workshop (which Medic noted DID actually muffle the sound of the storm by quite a lot), Engie'd made quick work of moving things out of the way and pulling out the bed, Medic plopping down his blanket bundle before poking around Engie's workbench for his chair, some duct tape, and various clamps.

"You're really insistent on this, huh sugar?"

"Hey now, pillow forts are pretty great. And building will get you to relax a little. Works for me," Medic shrugged, tossing the roll of duct tape to him before dragging the chair over.

"Erectin' a pillow fort then," Engie snorted, unraveling part of the roll and beginning to plan out how all this was going to work out in his head.

After around 40 minutes or so of rearranging pillows and then rearranging them again, sipping hot chocolate, and playfully arguing about where all the clamps and tape should go, the two of them finally climbed into their newly built fort, Medic half sitting in Engie's lap as he fiddled with the little radio they'd put on for background noise when they'd first started.

Engie looked at him lovingly, gently tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Yes?" Medic asked when he looked up, letting out a delighted chuckle as Engie leaned up to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"What was that for?"

"Thought I'd return the favor."

"It was a favor, silly. You didn't need to return it, that's the point of a favor."

"Yeah but I wanted to."

Medic rolled his eyes but proceeded to fight back with another kiss, feeling particularly happy when he felt Engie's lips smile against his and putting the radio down when he'd finally found a station he was happy with.

"I love you, you know that?" He asked softly, Engie nuzzling his head into the crook of Medic's neck.

"Sure do. You make it wonderfully clear," He sighed softly, reaching for Medic's free hand so that he could hold it.

Medic smiled softly before kissing the top of his head, readily letting Engie's fingers intertwine with his as he hummed along to the sound of Wayne Newton crackling over the radio.

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen

Thank you for seeing me again

Though we go on our separate ways

Still the memory stays, for always

My heart says, "danke schoen."

[faetaiity]

I have a few things to say, 1, your writing is really cool!! 2, I thought your profile said "gay, autistic frog" 3, I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing about dark au! donnie with a spider mutant s/o, I think their dynamic would be really interesting considering rise!donnie is scared of spiders

OKAY SO I MADE SOME CHANGES AS I THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER TO WRITE THIS BUT, BIG MAMA'S KID, YOU ARE HER KID, SO UR A YOKAI INSTEAD OF A MUTANT (Also you didn't specify GN or Male, but I WENT WITH MALE FOR SELF INDULGENCE)

Also btw, I am going to be gone from tomorrow thru to Halloween, I most likely won't make any fics during that because I will be at my relative's house and won't have my computer. CW: there's a link with a reference picture to what kind of Spider Y/N is, also mentions of Dark! Big Mama being a shitty parent lmao ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was that time of year again where Big Mama hosted a Party for her allies (The Turtles, Splinter, Draxum, and the Foot Clan.)

It almost always ended poorly, but Donnie hated the entire day

It was a non-stop 8-12 hours of dealing with a Huge yokai that was his most feared animal, a Spider.

Of course, his brothers hated it too, being around that many people, ANNOYING people at that, they hated Big Mama's phrases and accent, they despise Cassandra, even Mikey calls her "TOO GODDAMN MUCH"

The only people they even remotely tolerate there is Draxum and Splinter, even then, they get on their nerves sometimes, they would NEVER say that though, that will guarantee a night in the dungeon.

The party was interesting if they took everyone else away though, it was always a party at Big Mama's special area at the Battle Nexus, fighting and blood was always present, and that was the ONLY good part.

However, this year was different, you were there.

Big Mama paraded you around as his Gorgeous Son, you had a different genus of Spider compared to Big Mama, you were a Gooty Sapphire Ornamental

Donnie, even though he is afraid of Spiders, would be lying if he didn't say you were Gorgeous, just like Big Mama said

He did notice that you seemed to HATE the attention, He couldn't blame you, it was a room full of Manipulative, Smartass, Traitorous assholes, hell, he and his brothers could be put under that category, it sure as hell wasn't inaccurate.

Once he noticed you leave the area, He followed you, you were walking into your room, he hesitated before following you in

Your room was gorgeous, it was covered in a light blue silk, there were Technological systems, making it seem like you enjoyed Robotics

The floorboard creaked under Donnie's feet, making you snap your head towards the noise

You both stared at each other for a second, you looked alarmed before you recognized him from the party

"Come to try and get on Big Mama's good side through me?" your voice seemed soft, but accusatory

"No." Donnie replied bluntly, "I just thought you were just like your Mother said."

You squinted at him, all eight eyes narrowing, you scoffed before saying (More like hissing) out "You know she only says that when guests are around, it Inflates her ego when they agree, she doesn't mean it, she's told me so."

He looked stunned before you kept going on "She just wants to use me to Strengthen her Ties with either you turtles or the foot clan, she's tried it before with Previous clans."

"But" you said softly, "I appreciate you complimenting me like a normal person, your brothers kept making sexual innuendos." your face contorted into an uncomfortable grimace at the reminder of what they said

He seemed to laugh "Doesn't sound like Raph, but DEFINITELY like Mikey and Leo", you smiled at that.

"My Name's Y/N."

"Donatello" he responded gruffly

You two ended up bitching about Big Mama and talking about science, robotics, engineering, and experiments up until he had to leave

You ended up exchanging phone numbers with the purple turtle, you knew how evil he was, and what he does (Reader doesn't support hurting humans in this fic), but oddly enough, you couldn't help but find him cute, douchebag and all.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 1st

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories! 

BTW-- anon asks are finally turned on because I realized they weren’t. I have a few more mini rec lists to post for the follower appreciation giveaway, so look for those over the week! 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

P.S. by IronDadStan 

Tony leaves for a job opportunity, leaving Steve and the life they built behind.

So, what happens when Tony is planning on moving back home after two years abroad and dials Steve's number?

soft spot by meidui

They grow old together. The simple life.

The Longing and Yearning by Sineala

The year is 1963, and Colonel Steve Rogers has been the Iron Man since 1940. His recent brush with death in a fight against the Hulk has left him scarred, broken, and -- unwillingly -- in retirement. He'll never wear the armor again. Tony Stark, the new owner of Stark Industries, is young, brilliant, ambitious, and he has a few ideas of his own about the next Iron Man. But when Tony shows up at Steve's door one evening, the conversation quickly turns to matters other than business. Tony is smart, gorgeous, half Steve's age, and he's definitely not offering what Steve and his lonely fantasies wish he were offering. And even if he were, Steve should definitely not take him up on it.

New Traditions by nightwalker

Tony's starting to think that tackling the whole teamwork thing, the sobriety thing and the holidays thing all at once might have been overly ambitious. AKA: Steve and Tony throw the first Annual Avengers Non-Denominational Winter Holiday Party.

blue oleander by starvels (dinosaur)

It's been seven years since Earth was destroyed. What remains of humanity, of the superhero community, is on a ship, half-lost in the deep of space.

But they're not alone. And what crawls through the portals in the aft cargo bay, day after day, is about as human as Steve feels anymore.

Until You're Ready by exfatalist

Of course, the only way he could get back to normal was to put an end to the friendly, concerned harassment of his teammates and stow his own embarrassment over the whole ordeal.

So, really, actually, Tony needed to get laid.

“Cap, I need you to pop my cherry.”

Standard Deviation by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“Well… I guess all it would tell me is a name and some other medical language, right? That doesn’t seem to mean much, compared to what I already know about how my body works.”

“And if you need to elaborate on that,” Tony grins, pushing a kiss against Steve’s jaw, “I’d be happy to help you out with an experimental approach. Hint, it’s going to involve a lot of tongue.”

“Tony, all your plans these days involve a

Every True Thing by dirigibleplumbing

After escaping captivity, Steve and Tony go to a safe house. Ordinarily, it would just be boring. But they’ve both been dosed with truth serum….

that's an order by ArabellaAM

Confusion is a state of mind Steve has made himself acquainted with; so much so, it no longer registers as something strange, but rather as this constant thing that’s always there, always in the back of his mind, no longer taking all the space it once took. It's become something that doesn't make him trip anymore.

At least, that’s what he thought until Tony started obeying orders.

--

Or, Tony suddenly starts obeying orders and Steve has lots of questions.

Parallel by thyrza

In 1987, following the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark, Tony Stark chose a different path. The genius heir to Stark Industries and a multi-billion dollar fortune disappeared from the public eye, mysteriously around the time Tony Carbonell cropped up in the small town of Cedar Falls, Iowa, and found a job as a middle school science teacher.

Twenty-five years later, Steve Rogers has newly woken in the 21st century and is still struggling to adjust to life in the modern world and as a SHIELD agent, when he's assigned to an undercover mission in the midwest. His assignment? Bring Tony Stark back to New York to claim his legacy from the double-dealing clutches of his father's old business partner, Obadiah Stane.

Bright Things and Fair by sheron

The course of true love never did run smooth — and neither did time-travel to retrieve the Tesseract. When circumstances outside their control force Steve and Tony to spend more time together in the 1970, they do what two people with their history do under the circumstances: work together and try to get through it without unnecessary feelings getting in the way. Falling for each other is definitely a bad idea, isn't it?

all the time in the world by starklystar

Steve stares at the green stone shining in the air above Tony’s hand, not quite comprehending what he just heard.

“I’m sorry,” he blinks confusedly at his husband, “you can control time now? With that? I thought you hated magic?”

“Well,” Tony grins at him, “I figured this magic has its uses.”

Blue eyes, Blond hair... And Dumb. by Iggysassou

"Steve: What’s your type?

Tony: Tall, muscular, blond hair, dumb, blue eyes.

Steve: That kinda sound like me, too bad I’m not a girl.

Tony: Did I mention dumb?"

Steve wants to know what Tony’s type is. Tony answers him but forgets that Steve can be... a little oblivious.

Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now by iam93percentstardust 

Radio host Steve Rogers knows it's a bad idea to keep falling into bed with his co-host. He can list the reasons with his eyes closed: they work together, they already tried dating, their breakup had been so explosive they hadn't spoken or even seen each other in ten years despite working in a relatively small field - there are a million of them. But he can't seem to stop himself, and since Tony can't seem to stop either, surely it can't be that bad of an idea, right? It's just sex. It doesn't matter that he wants to stay, that Tony wants him to stay too. But when the owner of the station announces big changes coming to their show, Steve is forced to confront his lingering feelings for Tony - and whether he's waited too long to confront them.

Too Little, too late by Cards_Slash

The newspapers liked to call him a Futurist when he did something they liked, and it suited him fine because the word tasted like victory when he said it. Long before he’d woken up in a dark cave, before necessity had created the Iron Man suit, before tragedy had woken him up to the cost of his ignorance, his only super power had been the ability to create things that had no business belonging here and now.

Shame then, really, that all of his foresight, and all of his genius, and all of his creations couldn’t have predicted this moment.

sweet enough on the vine by meidui

Tony says he likes this bar, but what he really likes is the stunning older man behind the bar with bright blue eyes and dirty-blond hair silvering at the edges.

tell me that you're mine by Areiton

“What’ll you have?” he asks, his voice low and Tony’s gaze flicks up, darts over his face, and then down, to the top of his tattoo, the larkspur flower flirting with the hollow of his throat. Tony swallows hard and Steve wants to trace it with his tongue.

“Whatever you’ll give me.” 

Sugar on Top by FestiveFerret

When Tony's relationship turns out to be a recipe for disaster, a chance encounter with a Brooklyn baker serves up something sweet.

[amaltheaz]

4, 24, 25, 30 for the writer meme if you feel like it?

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

Oooh okay, lemme see... (all supercorp fics btw)

1. A Million Tiny Suns by @thelnjames

- this is one that will always be the top of my list because I am just so in love with it. It's the first of a gorgeously-written series that is so very underappeciated so I will appreciate it as much as I can

2. The Comfort of Lies by wordsarehard

- this is tagged slow burn and boy, does it live up to the name so very deliciously

3. The Science Guild (How Kara Danvers Became A Nerd icon) by dreiser

- a very much loved and very very missed fic

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

Hmmm, probably infidelity? I'm very sensitive to that kind of story so I generally avoid them. Jealousy fics can be fine and fun but I draw a strong hard line at infidelity. I know it can be a really good plot device but my personal feelings would definitely not make that good, lol

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

I do! I have different playlists for different fics I'm writing for. Since I'm working on fwb au, here is the playlist for that one.

I encourage readers to send recommendations that they feel could be added to the list 🥰

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

Here you go ❤️❤️❤️

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Lena nods in agreement, taking another look around the hall. Everybody does seem to be enjoying themselves which is all she can really ask for really, especially for an LCorp event. “I’m going to take this as a win anyway,” she murmurs before turning back to Jess and Sam. “Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?”

“How about we make that a late afternoon lunch? Since Ruby is sleeping over with her friends tonight, you and I, Miss Jess,” Sam points to Jess with a playful smile on her face, “have an after-party of our own.”

Jess rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “You can't say shit like that if you want me to wingman you.”

“But it's fun,” Sam whines. She sighs when Jess doesn't react and only stares back, unperturbed by Sam’s pouting. “Urgh, fine,” Sam concedes, throwing her hands up in the air. “But only because you really are a great wingman, and Kara and I made a bet that I intend to win.”

Lena frowns slightly in confusion. “What bet, and why am I not invited?” she asks, interrupting her friends’ banter.

Jess snorts. “You already have your own after-party. Don't be greedy.”

“Still, would’ve appreciated an invite,” she mutters under her breath, the petulance practically dripping in her tone.

Ask me a thing!

[lenaellsi]

5 for the rqg ask game? Love the new profile pic btw!

aw thank you! <3 sorry this took so long, i was sick and then very very tired for a couple of days but benquest 3 has revived me 

5. your character ends up working against the party. how/why? does this lead to a full-on party split?

zolf!

i’m not gonna lie, this one is gonna be upsetting. (it’s zolf.) cw for infection-related stuff under the cut: 

you know those fics that you will never write but daydream about frequently? I’ve been thinking about a ‘wilde gets infected’ AU for a long time, and it actually fits this prompt pretty well. 

here’s the thing: azu, hamid, and cel actually have almost no direct experience with the infection. they know that it’s Bad and that quarantine is necessary etc. etc., but they’ve never actually looked at an infected friend and had to make the choice to kill them. i don’t know that they would be prepared to make that choice. 

but zolf promised wilde a long time ago that he would kill him if he ever got infected (something something the inherent intimacy of a death pact). he would take that kind of promise very seriously. so consider: wilde gets infected by one of the zombies after the party lands in london, and zolf’s very rational response upon spotting the veins at barret’s is to attack him. 

what follows is a sort of 3-sided fight, where infected wilde is trying to get away and/or cause as much damage as possible and attract other infected, cel and hamid and azu are trying to subdue both wilde and zolf without actually physically touching wilde, and zolf is single-mindedly trying to run wilde through with his glaive. 

it’s a mess. but I believe hamid has access to hold person, and azu can Hold Person in that she is very big and strong, so eventually they get wilde magically immobile and zolf physically immobile. and then people start yelling at each other. 

zolf’s general argument: wilde’s infected. he’s a danger to everyone here, and even if he wasn’t i made him a promise and i’m going to keep it. 

azu: is somewhat conflicted, because she can sense the Evil infecting wilde’s body, but she is having a hard time looking at her friend and seeing an enemy. she decides to hear everyone out before picking a side. 

cel: is sure that with more time and more information they can find a cure, it’s just a matter of time, science takes experimentation and time and failures and successes, and while they’re doing that doesn’t zolf still have those anti-magic cuffs? they can lock wilde away somewhere with the cuffs on until they get the cure, and that way everyone can be okay! 

hamid: categorically refuses to let zolf kill wilde. he argues that depending on what information barret gives them, there might already be a cure in the works, this is exactly what he was talking about before when they were arguing about the garden, why doesn’t zolf ever consider the consequences of his actions, and gods, zolf, we just got oscar back, don’t you care about him at all? 

and, you know, at that point zolf burns whatever spells he still has because he’s pissed, but it’s still the party (and gragg, who is watching all of this like ‘okay this is very much Not My Fight and Above My Pay Grade) vs. him. so what’s he gonna do? 

I’m gonna call that a cliffhanger for a fic i will, once again, never write. it has a different ending in my head every time, but the short version is--i don’t know that zolf could be convinced to wait and find a cure, after what he and wilde have been through with the veins. i don’t think there’s a reality where he would leave wilde alive, infected, and suffering while they went off to find the final pieces to that puzzle. he loves and respects wilde too much to break that kind of promise. 

[tatooedlaura-blog]

Little Gems

Hi all ... it’s been awhile ... but i just can’t leave Mulder and Scully alone for long ...

Sorry about that ... the kid has a new baking business she’s running out of our kitchen (she’s 16, btw) ... we COVID-quarantine finished our basement ... I rewrote my entire third novel ... I’ve had things to do :)

Love and hug and enjoy ...

@today-in-fic

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Little Gems

It was the look that made her stumble on her words, stutter through two syllables, hesitate on the third before rallying to pull herself back to the courtroom. Face flaming hot in an instant, she hid her clenched fists below the wooden barrier and carried on, trooper that she was.

His look.

In the middle of her sentence, she’d looked at him, the quickest of glances to see his encouraging lip twitch or the barest of nods … instead, she’d gotten popping jaw muscle, flaring nostril, and furrowed brow. She’d done her stumble because, without thought to present day for half a second, she’d rewound the past two minutes in her head. What the hell had she done to deserve that pointedly angry look?

For the next 43 minutes, she steamed slowly while her demeanor revealed nothing, back to calm, cool, collected, cadence smooth, sentence structure sound. Finally free, she moved past Mulder, dodging the crowd in the hall and slipping through his fingers as he reached for her arm, elbow, to turn her, yell at her for not saying some theory or other of his that would have gotten the case thrown out but allowed Mulder the righteous indignation of his truth.

“Hang on.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

&&&&&&&&

Continuing through the crowd at a pace not meant for five o’clock on a Thursday afternoon near a Metro station, she didn’t care that he’d driven her there. She didn’t care that her ring of keys was in his pocket. She didn’t care that her stomach needed food, her brain needed a drink, her sweet tooth needed several dozen peanut M&Ms. She did care that she had approximately $10 in her pocket, which was more than enough to get her home and she had no room for anymore cares at the moment.

She always knew that house key tucked and forgotten behind her badge would come in handy.

She would be seeing his ass tomorrow and not a moment sooner.

Mulder, on the other hand, stood there watching her storm away. Not quite sure why she was so angry with herself over a few misspoken words but the set of her shoulders and the way she threw out the ‘see you tomorrow’ told him if he did indeed see or talk to her before tomorrow, he’d possibly and probably walk away with one less appendage, be it finger or more important things.

Watching her until she disappeared into the Metro Station, he noted it contained a Blue Line so, knowing she’d get home via either Foggy Bottom or Rosslyn station, he let her go, knowing she had a key behind her badge and her emergency cash behind that.

His mind wouldn’t let it go, however. She’d been good. Damn good. Until her stumble, which, for reasons unknown to him, had made her angry. She had hesitated on two words, taken a quarter second deeper inhale than usual before she gathered and continued. He highly doubted anyone but himself had noticed but given it was Scully, she probably imagined she’d screwed everything up completely.

He chewed on this as he returned to his car, unhurried because, regardless of if he ran or crawled, he’d still be stuck in some kind of traffic between here and there.

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Scully, for her part, hated the crowds in the Metro, disliked strangers pressed this close to her, shuffled together with the unwashed masses of society, tourist and native alike, all collectively tired from their day and frustrated same as she with the swaying train and the endless wait to put on comfortable clothing and take a deep breath.

And it afforded her time to analyze Mulder’s look.

Which is exactly what she did not need at this point in time.

&&&&&&&&&&

Both moved several times during the evening to pick up the phone, find out what the other was thinking but in the end, Mulder fell asleep on his couch, worried about her, and Scully fell asleep on hers, angry at him.

&&&&&&&&&&

He honestly thought the next day would be okay. She would have spent the evening picking apart her testimony and should have, logically, arrived at the conclusion that she’d done nothing to hinder anything. He would be telling her that today when she walked in, deciding at 5:42am, while shaving, that a little reassurance would be an appropriate thing.

She walked in still irritated but hiding it … not so very well ... but well enough to return his greeting and nod when he told her she’d done fine the day before and not to sweat the stumble.

Her mug got set no so gently down on the edge of the desk , tea splashing out the sides.

All right.

Plan B.

Waiting until she’d wiped up the carnage of her very own personal DC Tea Party, he handed her her keys from the day before, “come on. We’re taking the day off.”

With a sigh, “we can’t.”

“After your stellar week with Kersh and Skinner, you deserve diamonds and ice cream. Come on.”

Fuck it. It was Friday. Why not follow? God know, she could just as easily be irritated with him outside as she could be in the confines of the basement.

&&&&&&&&&

“Are you kidding?”

“When is the last time you touristed DC? I mean, like, looked around and went to stuff and stared at it and read the little signs and learned something from what you read on those little signs?”

Another sigh, “it’s been awhile.”

“Then come on.” They walked over to the Mall, then Mulder tuned them to the Museum of Natural History.

Seeing the building and the crowd, “Mulder, it’s going to be packed in there.”

“Not where we’re going.” Up the steps, weaving through throngs in shorts and gym shoes, flipflops and sunglasses, they stood out like a tandem sore thumb, leather heels and barely there hose, Trinity tie knot and tartan pattern socks.

They drew more than a few stares. Thank God he’d left his suit jack behind.

Once they’d dropped the donation fee and flashed badges for guns, he led her past the dinosaur bones and then up to the second floor. Even though she wasn’t exactly happy, she had to ask, “um, you realize you passed the T-Rex, right?”

“He’s not going anywhere, Scully. I’ll see him on the way out.”

She hadn’t been to the second floor since, well, she wasn’t even sure what was on the second floor or if she’d ever been there at all, to be honest. Mulder turned her when they got out of the elevator and before she knew it, she was in a quiet area, glass cases surround her, a few people milling but the majority still downstairs with the bones and fossils.

“There’s nothing like the gem room in the morning.”

She fell in love as she took her first good look around. Minerals and elements and crystals along the walls, lights dimmed in spots, a sign for the Hope Diamond beckoning. Looking up at him, “how long has this been here?”

He laughed, quietly of course, because the area felt akin to a church or other place where silence and low murmurs were preferred over screaming children and echoing chaos, “the building, since around 1910, but the contents,” pretending to do some heavy math, using all his fingers and some of hers just for fun, “longer than that.”

Her crank meter dropped like a rock but some remained, “one day I’ll find you funny.”

Taking her elbow and feeling happy she didn’t jerk away from him, he led her towards the wall, “first, I’m going to take you on a tour of the blue section.”

“Are we dispensing with scientific names today? Will it be the green shiny ones and the square yellow ones and the ones that look like table salt but will kill you instantly if you ever tried to put them on a piece of corn on the cob?”

“One day, I’ll find you funny as well.”

They wandered in somewhat comfortable silence, sharing the oft-comment of ‘this one’s pretty’, ‘this one’s three trillion years old’ …

“Three billion, Mulder.”

“Once you get above a couple million, it’s all just really damn old and doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Are you sure you passed your science classes in high school?”

“Cute girls helped me cheat.”

She didn’t doubt it.

&&&&&&&&

Round about an hour later, while looking intently at the diamonds, Scully finally had to ask, her anger drained away, an empty hole left behind waiting to be filled with some kind of explanation. Standing beside him, hand resting lightly on the edge of the case, she asked in a soft voice, “why did you get angry at me yesterday while I was on the stand?”

What?!

“What?!”

“Right before I humiliated myself by not being able to say the word ‘epiglotal’, I looked at you and you were pissed at me.”

What?!

“God, Scully, no. No. I wasn’t mad at you at all. You were doing great.” He was leaning into her at this point, the intensity radiating off him enough to send world leaders to their knees in fear and her cheeks to warm at his proximity, “I wasn’t mad at you at all, I swear.”

Still quiet, “then what were you mad about?”

Talking at the glass but catching her reflection beside him, he felt like an idiot but didn’t think this was the time to attempt a lie, “um, the little shit paralegal behind me was whispering to his buddy about things he could imagine doing to you if he could get you alone in the closet in the hall for a few minutes.” She stayed silent as he stood there, feeling his stupidity growing in leaps and bounds, until he had to do something. Moving his hand closer, he reached out until he found her pinkie, hooking it with his momentarily, “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I’m sorry I messed things up.”

Sliding her hand out from him a second later, she moved it to his back, running fingers along the indent of his spine, up and down, down and up, stopping to palm his side before letting her arm dangle between them, “it’s okay. I’m just glad you weren’t irritated with me. I should have asked you sooner, I guess, instead of letting things fester in my head.”

Her touch sent his skin buzzing, his hand always on her back, but hers rarely on his, and he knew she felt his quick breath in but both ignored that for now, “just to let you know, I’d have throttled him had we not been sitting in front of that many lawyers and the judge.”

She finally smiled, the left side of her mouth turning up, “I’d have liked to have seen that.”

Going for broke, he moved his hand to her elbow, then slid it down, working his fingers into hers, as he leaned in a second time, a little bit closer, a little bit quieter, “jealousy is an ugly thing, Scully, let me tell you.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Finally, finally, finally meeting his reflection, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

Now warm from head to toe, “since I’ve already showed you the diamonds, how about I go get you that ice cream now?”

“In a few minutes.” Wrapping her free arm around the one holding her hand, she whispered over to him, “I kind of like it here.”

[parker-likes-tea]

Basically descendants is this movie about like the descendants of all the fairy tales and stuff and all the villains and children of villains are banished but four of the villain kids go to where the other people are and go to school there. It sounds cool but it was executed poorly, but that's besides the point.

Basically what I was thinking is one of the plots is that one of villain kids, Mal, gives the king-to-be a love potion which eventually wears off and he knew the entire time, and Mal happened to also fall in love with him and break away from her evil parents that told her to let them free so they can do evil.

So, I was thinking that Ran gave Jackie a love potion so that hopefully Jackie wouldn't think he is sus and maybe make it easier to find opportunities and spend time with him. But, Jackie knew about the love potion and the murder, plus the potion wore off(he be drinking milk), but the crush stayed. Ran also developed a crush on him after going on a fake date with Jackie which was where the potion wore off(this is a part from the movie btw) and Jackie gave him a pretty rock(also in the movie they were at a lake and so maybe they were at a lake and Ran thought Jackie was drowning bc hed been down there for a while and gets hurt). Then at that science party thing Ran realizes the crush and doesnt try to y'know Jackie and breaks away from the Order.

It makes more sense if you watch the movie and the first movie isnt bad but it's a children's thing so the idea isnt at its fullest potential

But that's basically it

dang. that seems really cool. link to the fic?

[fulcrumstardust]

i read the roll deep fic and AAAAAAAA btw what's ur hc of college!rebelcaptain (& maybe the other ro/sw cast)

Hey you! I’m glad you liked that little part, thank you!! 💖 I have more of it from Jyn’s POV but I’m not sure when I’ll finish it. I still think it’s nice on its own for now! :) 

Aaaah, I love college AU!!! Let me see if I can tell you my ideal version. 

Jyn: She definitely didn’t think she’d go to college. It was kind of a long shot. She’s not a bad student but she only put efforts into subjects that interest her (selective attention spawn) so her grades aren’t always the best. She’s killing it in her major, though. Either mathematics or computer sciences because my HC is that she’s a smart head in cryptology. 

She has a hard time making friends at first. She’s not an out-going person and she’s kind of a snob, thinking a lot of students are annoying assholes. She’s besties with her roommate Tanith, and also close friends with Maia. She mostly meets people through them. It takes a while for her to connect and open up to someone new and people usually don’t have the patience with her, but if they stick around, she’s very loyal. 

She will go to parties and other social events and often ends up drunk and making a show of herself (not on purpose). People often tell her that she’s more fun when she’s drunk. She doesn’t like that very much, she has ~issues~.

She’s physically very active because she needs an outlet to calm her mind. She either does boxing and/or running. She might have a shitty part-time job in a cinema or fast-food chain to pay the bills, doing late shifts (where she can’t scream at customers all that much.) 

Jyn doesn’t really date. She has booty calls here and there but it always ends up quickly. Her hard exterior is a problem for relationships to work anyway. Vulnerability is not her strong suit but if you ask her, that’s a them problem. She’s perfectly fine alone. Oh my, that Andor guy is really attractive, though. 

Cassian: He has a Plan(™). He’s serious about his studies and does relatively well, anthropology and/or foreign area studies. 

Cassian is a generally popular guy with his peers. He has a natural ability to read the room and understand people, so he has a tendency to use it to his advantage (even to get out of trouble). He might be a little fake with the crowd sometimes, but he cares about his friends. He’s charismatic, although cynical, and spends most of his time with Kay, Melshi, Shara and Kes. If you get on his bad side, you might see a darker version of him. He has a short temper in some instances and he’s particularly stubborn. You really don’t want to get into a serious argument with him, he can be really mean to some. 

In general, he likes to go out and have fun, mostly he likes to try out new foods/drinks. He can afford to either because his family is well-off or because he has a scholarship. Either way, he doesn’t live in a dorm and has his own studio or live in a student house/fraternity. He’s really good at card games, don’t put money against him. To relax, he might play video games or be into music. Maybe he plays guitar if he has a creative side. It’s also an easy trick to attract conquests. 

Cassian isn’t opposed to the idea of a stable relationship with the right person. He had a few serious dates. Mostly these days, he keeps it casual. Man, that Erso girl is really interesting, though. 

Bodhi: He’s doing a Bachelor’s degree in aeronautic engineering to become a pilot, and he’s a classmate to Hadder (so that’s how Jyn knows him). He also shares his physics course with Kay (so that’s how Cassian knows him). Bodhi is the middle-man. 

He’s easy-going and friendly, he has no trouble making friends and bounces between different groups. People will often go to him with their problems because he’s a good listener, meaning he has dirt on almost everyone (but won’t probably tell). 

He shares a room with Solo, and boi, he is not happy about it. Solo is a messy bitch. The two of them are constantly arguing and bickering about cleaning the place.

Bodhi is sociable but kind of an oddball. He’s a geek and can often be found debating the latest geek subject with Kay in the communal area. He doesn’t mind social gatherings but would rather stay in with a smaller group. The exception might be to play football (hmm, sorry, soccer??) which is his favorite activity outside of a flight simulation screen. He often plays with Cassian and the other guys, although it’s not unheard of that Jyn and Maia join them.

Romance is not on his radar at the moment, but he kind of enjoys talking to Leia’s twin. He thinks Luke is hilarious (Kay thinks he’s not. At all.) 

He also thinks Hadder’s ex is weird, but people don’t see the important parts in her because she acts so tough all the time. She’s nice to him, though, and she’s a bit of a geek herself so they connect. She obviously has a crush on Andor but he doesn’t have a death wish so he keeps his mouth shut. 

Kay: The definition of a nerd. Kay is doing a post-graduate degree in statistics/operational research. Don’t talk numbers with him, you’ll lose. 

He’s been friends with Cassian since high school (unlikely pair), and although he spent two years studying abroad (so he’s now speaking decent Chinese) they reconnected when he moved back into the same city. 

Kay is living alone on campus (thank god for privacy) and he’s tutoring on the side. His favorite thing to do is saying goodbye to people at the end of the day. He also likes to spend time with Cassian and the others on a scheduled basis. He thinks student parties are lame but he’ll go to see people being the absolute dumbest on Earth. 

Kay is better than everyone else, obviously. He won’t waste his time on stupid things like arguments or gossips. Although he likes watching that degenerate reality show with Leia from time to time; fascinating. 

Sometimes he daydreams about all the ways he could use Jyn Erso’s body for science. She’s giving him a headache anytime she opens her mouth. On the other hand, Cassian seems to disproportionally like her so it might be one of those scenarios where his sanity will be tested for the sake of friendship. 

If you want to get in his good graces, invite him (well in advance, thanks) to do an escape room. If you’re looking for him, Kay will be playing Minecraft at home. 

(Chirrut & Baze most likely are older and in the workforce so I usually don’t include them in college AU but could definitely have a cameo). 

OKKK, I think I got carried away a little... I’ll stop for now haha. I’m not sure if you wanted specific HC of Jyn/Cass relationship, but I can definitely do that too if you want! 😂 I’m always up for a good college AU! Speaking off, shameless plug, I wrote this one! (which ironically is totally not what I described but I still like it a lot. It’s more of a pwp, with some characterization in the middle)

✨ https://archiveofourown.org/works/21976972/chapters/52442467 ✨