#the love hypothesis au

[mischiefmanaged71]

The Love Hypothesis (1/22) - Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor at Columbia University and reader is a Ph.D. student (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. This work is a piece of fiction. I have no ownership over anything, this is ff.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X fem! Reader

Word count: 2K

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Two years, Eleven months later

In all honesty, Y/N wasn’t exactly sure what motivated her to take the leap and kiss this man. It was a mere instinctive movement toward the first man in sight upon seeing Natasha walk through those doors at the end of the hall. She was supposed to be on a date, living life and not working on her project on another Friday night. That wasn’t normal, nor was it exactly along the standard procedure of your average 28-year old.

Initially, it was an awkward second before the man adjusted, perfectly understandable given the circumstances of their situation. It became an awkward minute of her pressing onto her tip-toes to reach his face, her hands curved around his neck to press against him. If this wasn’t criteria for the most uncomfortable encounter with a stranger, she was clueless to what would beat it. She pondered if this would even work until he finally responded and the prospect of Natasha possibly believing she was actually on a date with this man could be true.

Soon enough, that agonising moment drifted into something else and the kiss evolved into something...different. The man inhaled sharply and craned his neck down to reach her, his cold hands meeting her waist. It was quite nice for the few seconds, until the real prospect of the stranger’s lips pressed against her’s became prominent at the front of her brain. The fact she had barely had the time to whisper, ‘Can I kiss you?’ before she moved in.

Her original plan was to fool Natasha, but soon enough she lost all scape of her thoughts, engrossed in the embrace. The sensation of his hands on her waist and the softness of his lips. One of her hands rested on his defined chest, another hand slowly grasping the hair at the back of his neck. She felt herself sigh, a wonderous feeling clouding her brain as that feeling washed through her body until - No.

She should not be enjoying this as much as she was. Y/N didn’t even know this man’s name. A gasp escaped her as she pulled back and finally got a good look at the man. In the bluish glow of the lab at this late hour, 11:00pm, she flickered around for Natasha. She swore she saw the redhead walking through those doors.

The man she locked lips with just a moment ago stood in front of her - mouth agape in slight shock, eyebrows twisted in confusion, which is when the thought crashed into her of who he was. She would have cursed, but then he would have heard the range of expletives from her mouth. 

Of course, she kissed the most notorious ass at Columbia University - Dr. Stephen Strange. It was just her luck and possibly the universe saying another thing about the type of person she was. Or possibly, something else entirely.

From the rumours, she knew a few things about Dr. Stephen Strange. He was remarkable. Eidetic memory, allowing him to get his M.D and Ph.D. at the same time. He was the top of his class and renowned for failing his students. He was also the reason her roommate, Sam, had to scrap two research projects and would likely graduate one year later. The sole culprit for nearly making students throw up from anxiety. The source of many students leaving their lab crying because they had to delay their projects. Dr. Stephen Strange may be one of the smartest people at Columbia, but that didn’t detract from his daunting hypercritical personality. Within these walls, he was a notoriously moody, obnoxious and critical dick. 

And she had just made out with him in a hallway.

She almost dropped to the floor in anxiety, the silence lasting far longer than it should have. He was the one to break it, standing there in all his 6 ft. glory, with his dark hair and those grey streaks on the side. They should have made him look older, but it rather gave him this edge that she found attractive as his gorgeous blue eyes popped.

Stephen Strange. 

Destroyer of research careers and every biology student’s impending doom.

“Did you...did you just kiss me?” he sounded puzzled and almost out of breath, which confused her for a second. His lips were pink and slightly fuller...those lips that she had just kissed. Her eyes fell shut as she swore internally, the prospect of leaving here without an awkward conversation was miniscule.

“No?”

“Oh, alright then.” he twisted his body around and moved toward the water fountain down the hall, presumably where he was initially headed toward. She thought she off the hook for a moment, until-

“Are you sure?” he twisted back toward her, a smirk on his mouth that struck something in her stomach as her body froze.

“I-” she buried her face in her hands, flushing away from him, “It’s not what it looks like. I swear.”

“Okay,” he replied slowly, “Okay...I-”

His voice was deep and low, almost like he was stowing away his frustration. Or he was on his way to being frustrated. “What’s going on here?”

She pulled her hands away, not entirely sure of what her next move was. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but is it really any of your business?”

“Yes. Of course.” he wore a tilted smile, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll just go back to my office and work on my Title IX complaint.”

“Yes, right-wait, what?”

He cocked his head, “Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-”

“I know what Title IX is.” she replied, staring at him wide-eyed.

“I see. So you wilfully chose to disregard it then.” he pointed out.

“I-what? No, no I did not!” 

Stephen shrugged, “I must be mistaken, then. Someone else must have assaulted me.”

“Assault-I didn’t ‘assault’ you.”

“You kissed me.”

“But not really.”

“Without first securing my consent, might I add.”

“I asked if I could kiss you!” she stared at him, mouth agape.

“And then did so without waiting for my response.”

“What? You said yes.”

“Excuse me?” he leaned down, his lips curving into astonishment.

She straightened her posture, slightly disturbed by his height and sight on her as she flickered back to his eyes. “I asked if I could kiss you and you said yes.”

He crossed his arms against his chest, “Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.”

Her eyes narrowed, I’m pretty sure I heard you say yes.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow at her, and for a minute, Y/N considered what it would be to drown someone that day. Dr. Strange. Herself. Both were suitable options.

“Listen, I am truly sorry about this-weird situation, but can we just forgot it ever happened?”

He studied her for a moment, his high cheekbones and sculpted face turning into something serious as he looked at her. There was something else there too, not which she could decipher as it morphed into concern? 

She had known he was tall and slightly older than her, but she had never stood in the same room as him, nor this close. The rumours had forgotten to mention the intimidating and gorgeous features the Dr. had.

“Is there something wrong?”

“What?” she shook her head, “No. Why would you think that?”

He huffed, “Well, I suppose kissing a stranger in a lab at this late hour begs to differ.”

“No, there isn’t. There isn’t anything wrong.”

Stephen nodded, moving to walk past her, “Okay. Expect mail in the next few days.”

“You don’t even know my name.” she blurted out, unsure of why that was precisely what she should be concerned about.

“I’m sure anyone could figure it out, given you also had to swipe your badge to gain access to the lab after hours. Goodnight.”

“Wait! Please.” she grasped his hand, a warm flush reaching her wrist until she realised what she did again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-again,”

“The kiss. Explain.” he ordered.

Wide-eyed, she sighed and organised herself. “Natasha Romanoff. The girl who was passing through. She is a graduate student in the biology department.”

“Natasha has...” this is where her face flushed in embarrassment, “I was seeing someone in the department. Steve Rogers, he has blonde hair and works with Dr...Anyway, we only went out a couple of times, and then I brought him to her birthday party, and they sort of hit it off and-” she swallowed her words and shut her eyes. This was probably a bad idea, waving her hand and continuing.

“Long story short, we ended things and he asked Natasha out. Thing is, she said no because of...some code amongst friends and I-I can tell she really likes him. She’s afraid she’ll hurt my feelings or something, despite the number of times I’ve told her it was fine. She won’t believe me.”

“So I lied and said that I was already dating someone else. She’s my closest friend and I’d never seen her so hung up on someone and I want her to have the best-what she deserves and-” realising she was rambling, she inhaled sharply “I told her that I was on a date tonight.”

“Ah.” he finally spoke up.

“Obviously I wasn’t so I decided to work. That panned out pretty well until I saw her walk in. You were the first person I saw and...” she sighed, “I didn’t really think.”

He hadn’t said anything yet.

“I just wanted her to believe that I was on a date. I’m sorry for the confusion.”

“So you kissed the first person you saw? That seems perfectly logical.” he nodded.

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best moment.”

“Perhaps.”

“I panicked, alright. I don’t always do well under pressure. Besides, I’m pretty sure Natasha saw us, so hopefully she’ll think we were on a date and she will actually go for Steve-” she shook her head, “Look, I’m really, really sorry about the kiss.”

“Are you?” the sides of his mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Please don’t report me. I really thought I heard you say yes. I didn’t mean to-”

She sighed, the reality of the situation hitting her as she sighed and relinquished the tension from her face, absolving to wear a tired smile. “You know what, you're right. I'm sorry. If you felt harassed in any way, you should report it. It’s only fair...Not that my intentions matter, it’s your perception...” realising the whole she dug for herself, Y/N angled her body to leave.

“I should probably leave now before I make it worse. Thank you, and...I'm sorry, Dr.” spinning on her shoes, she all but ran for the exit.

“Y/N,” she heard him say, “Y/N, wait-”

But she didn’t stop as her feet kept moving toward the stairs leading to the first floor. She rushed through the halls and the past the library toward her dorm room where her roommate would be passed out. 

But once she slumped on her bed, tossing the lab coat from her person did she realise. She never told Dr. Stephen Strange, notorious ass, her name.

TAGS:

@goldencherries @severuined @thewinterpoet2 @pasta-warlord @typical-bistander @captainbarness

#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #doctor strange x y/n #stephen strange x y/n #the love hypothesis #the love hypothesis au

[lizzybugg]

On Today’s Episode of “What is Lizzy Reading?”

I am currently reading my first ever true romance book. The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood.

First of all, the characters on the cover are 100% Rey and Kylo from Star Wars. Second, I am annotating this book and LIVING for every minute of it. For example: this gem.

Followed by my sticky note.

#books #romance #the love hypothesis #ali hazelwood #reylo #basically a reylo college AU #matt the radar technician #kylo ren #Rey #adam carlsen #olive smith #what is lizzy reading?

[meisiesmut]

I'm barely on the periphery of the Reylo fandom but I found this article infuriating, patronising and bitchy. Who gives a rats if people make bank out of their Modern AU fics? Good for you ladies. Jealous preachy little poison pen cow.

#reylo #modern au #published fanfic #patronising twaddle #the love hypothesis

[inevitably-johnlocked]

have you seen any love hypothesis aus for johnlock? i feel like its perfect for them

Hey Nonny!

I had NO idea what this was, so I did a quick google search and seems it's a book series that looks REALLY interesting, you're right!!

As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith doesn't believe in lasting romantic relationships--but her best friend does, and that's what got her into this situation. Convincing Anh that Olive is dating and well on her way to a happily ever after was always going to take more than hand-wavy Jedi mind tricks: Scientists require proof. So, like any self-respecting biologist, Olive panics and kisses the first man she sees.

LOL sounds like a fun AU, and I'd like to know too!

Anyone write something similar to this, or HEY here's a writing prompt! <3

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #writing prompts #love hypothesis au

[percki]

i love you professionally published books that started out as fanfiction

#I HAVE SO MANY EXAMPLES #heartstopper was a modern merthur au #the love hypothesis was reylo #and the mortal instruments was…. draco/ginny…. #paradise lost…. #fangirl by rainbow rowell (and carry on) was clearly drarry #fifty shades of grey lmao #talk tag

[youwerenevermine]

Jonerys | “The Love Hypothesis” 🔬❤️ Moodboard

“You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone”.

For my friend @magalidragon 💛

Special thanks to my dear @libradoodle1 for the beautiful Dany edit! 💛

Insp. by Ali Hazelwood’s “The Love Hypothesis”

#Jonerys #Jonerys AU #Modern Jonerys #Jon Snow #Daenerys Targaryen #The Love Hypothesis #Olive + Adam #Olive Smith #Adam Carlsen #Moodboard #Aesthetic #I don't own these pictures #My Edit

[terriblepersongreatseamonster]

I can't remember if I've shared this on here before or not. My apologies if I have.

Since Fallout is getting a lot of attention right now, here's the crossover au Love Hypothesis Fallout fic I wrote last year. It's one of my very favorite things that I've written. It is complete, so enjoy!

#fallout #the love hypothesis fanfic #the love hypothesis #adam x olive #adam carlsen #olive smith #the vault #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #this started as a silly idea and grew more serious #au fanfiction

[broadwayfan92]

Brutasha AU: The Love Hypothesis

#brutasha #brucenat #bruce x natasha #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #mcu au #avengers au #the love hypothesis

[ladysophiebeckett]

it happened to me again: the book im reading is based on fanfiction.

#I bought two books on the way to the beach over a week ago #but I didn’t read them #I started one today and immediately going into ch 1 I knew #and u know what the worst part is? #it has a quote on the cover fm the author of the love hypothesis that I didn’t notice until now #like #I bought it on a whim bc the premise seemed interesting #and like now I know this isn’t based on anything original #it’s an star wars AU and the worst part is I know it’s r-*ylo #I can’t return the book unfortunately #I lost the receipt #this is why I don’t buy books #bc I’m going to be given fic aus #anyway … now I have to finish it #😐

[mischiefmanaged71]

The Love Hypothesis (Prologue) - Stephen Strange X Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor and reader is a Ph.D. student studying at the same college (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). @eviesaurusrex credit for the photo. For the life of me, I could not find a gif to match the story. Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. Some chapters will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my reinterpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

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Some would say the timing for love and romance was never fair, nor suitable. In most cases, it probably wasn't, but Y/N could use some of that magic just about now. Something to take the edge off the exponential stress growing with each day all because of her dissertation.

The life of a college student was by far, no means easy or as exciting as movies or books painted them out to be. While some aspects, like the copious amounts of coffee consumed to finish that report, were slightly accurate; the exaggeration was obvious on the fun spectrum. Y/N Y/L/N didn't exactly have time nor the mental energy to be doing anything besides working on her dissertation project. Once you decide to even pursue past your Bachelor's, you give up the reigns to any type of social life.

At least that is what she told her best friend. Natasha didn't understand all of the factors playing into the pressure she was under with her thesis. She was focused right now on the fact of Y/N's lacklustre dating life. At least the conversation only began after her and Steve broke things off.

Y/N was a biology graduate and this was her final year - that meant finishing up her thesis and finding someone to, hopefully, fund her research after all of the effort and tears to get here. Frankly, the one occasion that kind of changed her perspective on grad school was an encounter with someone she denoted as 'the Guy'. A guy whose name she never got, but he certainly made an impression.

On the morning of her interview to Columbia's biology department, she stumbled quite fast out of her dorm, without her glasses of course, resorting to an old pair of contacts stashed in her bag.

"Out of curiosity, is there a reason you're crying in my restroom?" A deep voice asked.

She gasped lightly, wiping her eyes gently when her vision blurred even more. Tears leaked from her eyes as she looked up.

Tall, dark haired, man. Certainly wasn't the women's bathroom then.

"...this isn't the women's bathroom, then." She sighed, pulling her hands from her face.

"No, it's not." He replied, a dreamy voice reaching her ears.

"I swear I don't usually do this. I've had a stressful morning."

"It's okay." His voice sounded nice.

"Are you sure?" her face twisted in embarrassment, a heat flushing her face.

"Yes." the voice assured her.

"Really?"

"Fairly, since this is my lab's bathroom and I don't think anyone else will be using it. Not unless they barge in unsuspecting of others."

Yet again, she was stumped. 

"I'm so sorry, did you need to...", gesturing to the stall behind her.

"I just needed to pour this reagent down the drain." He said, although she wasn't focused on that and rather self-consciously moving her hands to her face to wipe away at warm sensation in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Sure." She nodded, inhaling lightly as she forced herself to ignore the urge to itch her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're crying. In my bathroom."

"Oh, I'm not crying. Well, I am, but it's not because of anything, really." She assured.

"No?"

"I forgot my glasses and I might have accidentally put in expired contacts. They were never great to begin with. Don't actually improve my sight that well either..."

"You put in expired contacts?" He almost sounded offended by her statement.

"Yes?" She supposed, slumping against the tile wall. His echo of disapproval was obvious as he questioned her. "A little..."

"What quantifies as 'a little'?"

"A few years, I think."

"What?" His voice was crisp in her ears as he voiced his astonishment.

"A couple years."

"A couple of years." He repeated, “I’m not so sure that’s what they intended with the user guide.”

"It's fine, expiration dates are just a recommendation. Not like it could make my vision any worse than it already is."

"Expiration dates are so I don't find you here crying in the corner of my bathroom."

Why he kept reaffirming it as his bathroom was beyond her. As if he was entitled to the restroom for some other reason.

"It's okay." She waved, "The burning should stop after a few minutes. Or so."

"So you've done this before then?"

"What?"

"Put in expired contacts?"

"Nope." She shook her head, "Never. I prefer my glasses. Contacts aren't exactly cheap."

"Neither are eyes, I hear."

She couldn't argue there when he had a point. "Have we met before? Where you at the recruitment dinner with prospective Ph.D. students last night?"

"No."

"You didn't go?"

"Not really my scene." He was curt.

"Not even for the free food?" What college student wasn't trying to snag free food at any chance? It was free, that was the perk.

"Not worth the awkward small talk." He changed the subject, "Are you interviewing for a spot in the program?"

"For next year's Biology cohort." She wore a small smile, hoping to hide the anxieties fluttering in her mind. "What about you?" Pressing her palms together.

"Me?" she could see him step back and lean against the door of the bathroom to look at her.

"How long have you been here for?"

"Probably six years. Give or take."

Her eyebrows raised in intrigue, "Oh, you must be graduating soon then?"

"I, uh-Not exactly." He paused, causing Y/N to flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me. I forgot, first rule of grad school is don't ask about another grads' dissertation timeline."

A beat passed before he responded, smiling "Right."

"Sorry. Again." she grasped her arms to her chest, an apologetic smile on her lips.

"It's okay."

"I didn't mean to channel your parents at Thanksgiving or anything."

"You could never." He laughed, a beautiful sound she wished to hear again.

"Oh, annoying parents?"

"And even worse Thanksgivings." He reaffirmed.

"I suppose that's a given for science majors."

"I'm Y/N, by the way." Extending her hand out. The hand that grasped her's was larger and warm, sending shivers along her arm as she wrought to focus. "If you happen to talk to anyone on the committee, could you not mention my mishap with the expired contacts? I have a feeling it's not up to their criteria for stellar applicants."

"You think so?"

She would have glared at him, instead, forcing her face into a neutral expression at his deadpanned response.

"Are you planning to enrol?"

"I'm not sure. Depends if I even get an offer." Although, she and Professor Xavier had really clicked. He was understanding of her goals and her stellar GPA also helped. Not having a social life was useful in other ways.

"Are you planning to enrol if you get an offer, then?"

It would be stupid not to, I mean - Columbia University had the best medical and science programs in the state and probably the country. At least, that is what she had been telling herself for the past few months while it dwindled over her head. Grad school was a big decision that posed the question of other prospects outside of studying. The prospect of new beginnings. But that brought her right back here when he reminded her of something else.

"I...maybe. I'm kind of dwindling on the line of excellent career choice and critical life screwup at this stage. Not my best work."

"Seems like you're leaning toward screwup." It sounded almost like he was smiling, the slight tilt of his voice upward. It brought a flutter to her stomach, but the not the anxious kind that twisted her insides. It was a light feeling that fluttered toward her chest.

"If that was supposed to be reassuring, I'll tell you, it wasn't." To answer his question, she thought it over again.

"No. I'm not entirely sure." She breathed out a laugh, "I..."

"You?"

A beat passed as she exhaled, her lips forming a tight line "What if I'm not good enough? What if I-mess it up?"

She wasn’t sure why she was blurting out her deepest thoughts to a stranger. Random bathroom guy without a name. What was the point? Every time she had spoken her friends, she was met with the same meaningless point - You'll be fine. You can do it. If it's what you want. I believe in you.

And that is exactly what she expected from this guy too. It was to expect the expected, in her case. Any moment now-

"Why do you want to do it?"

Her face twisted into confusion, "The program?" 

A beat passed before he repeated it, "What's your reason?"

"Well, I've always had an inquisitive outlook and graduate school is the ideal environment to foster that-"

He snorted, cutting off her practiced words.

A frown twisted her face, her heart pounding in her chest at the response, "What?"

"I wasn't asking for the line in the interview prep book. Why do you want a Ph.D.?"

She sighed, wondering how far she had moved to end up explaining herself to a stranger in a bathroom. "It's true. I want to broaden my research abilities and-"

"Is it because you don't know what else to do?"

"No."

"Because you didn't get an industry position?"

She shook her head adamantly, frustrated with his assumptions, "No-I didn't apply for industry."

"Ah." He nodded, moving toward the sink to deposit a liquid. It smelled of ethanol, detergent and something clean and fresh, the slightest whiff of cologne. An odd combination brought to her attention.

"I need more freedom than industry can provide me."

"You won't have much freedom in academia. I can tell you that." His voice was much closer this time. "You'll have to fund your work through ludicrously competitive research grants. You would make better money through a nine-to-five job that actually allows you to entertain the concept of weekends."

A frown formed on her lips as she turned to his face, or the blurred image of where his face would be, "Are you just trying to decline my offer? This is you're anti expired-contacts-campaign?"

"Nah." She could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm trusting it was just a misstep on your part."

"I don't usually do this-" she promised, "This has never happened before."

"A long line of missteps, clearly." He sighed, "Here's the deal: I have no idea if you're good enough, but that isn't the question you need to ask yourself. Academia is a lot of work for little payoff. What matters is whether your reason for being here is good enough."

"So, why the Ph.D.?"

She stared up at him, thinking about it over and over. She knew the answer, the reason, it was about voicing it and speaking the words to another person that got her throat closing up.

"I have a question. A question I need answered and no one is going to help me find the answer." Her eyes fell shut, "I'm afraid no will if I don't."

"A question?"

A shift in the air. A beat passed as she forced herself to breathe. "Yes. Something that is very important to me. I won't trust just anyone to do it. So far, they haven't been-Because..."

Because something happened and from that moment she has rescinded her trust in others. She needed to do her part so it wouldn't happen again. Not to anyone again. Heavy thoughts plagued her as she stood still, her back against the cold tile. The sound his breathing still reached her ears, the air still. He was looking at her, the image fuzzy around the edges. The dark hair balanced by the white coat.

"Its something important to me. That research is the reason I'm here."

Y/N was alone in this world and she swore that if she could, she would do anything to reverse time. Do anything to make it not so and force the odds in her favour. Because if it wasn't true, then she wouldn't have to face the tragedy of her life. She wanted-yearned to be less lonely. She didn’t care about a good salary or spending weekends with friends.

"Is that a good enough reason to go to grad school?"

He paused, "It's the best one." His lips tugged upward, eyes creasing. He was smiling, probably something like that.

"Good luck with your interview."

"Thanks." 

She still hadn't gotten his name as he was almost out the door.

"Maybe, I'll see you around?" A flush ran over cheeks, "That is, if you haven't graduated already. And if I get in."

He left her with, "Maybe."

And then he was gone and Y/N was left in the bathroom. When Columbia's Biology department got back to her with an offer, she accepted it. 

No hesitations.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #doctor strange #docto strange x reader #the love hypothesis #the love hypothesis au #marvel au #stephen strange x y/n #Stephen Strange fic #doctor strange x y/n #marvel x reader

[ominousminx]

If you’re fond of Severus Snape University AU fanfiction, consider reading Ali Hazelwood’s The Love Hypothesis.

If not, consider reading her books anyway because they will improve your mood and your life in general.

Clinically proven.

#severus snape #severus snape fanfiction #ali hazelwood #the love hypothesis #university au

[districtunrest]

What's your favorite trope to write or to read in a THG fanfic?

For writer, if you can convert one of your fanfics to become original writing, what is it? Why do you pick it?

For reader, if you can make a live-action adaptation of your favorite fanfic, what would it be? Why?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

off the top of my head, I am a sucker for reluctant found family & slow burn romance & uncertain first kisses that lead to more certain second kisses. also, secondary characters getting more attention, though I don't think that's a trope so much as the stories I gravitate to when writing.

it would be hard to convert any of mine to original writing when they're all based so much in the source material. like the changes would have to be pretty drastic to avoid plagiarism, and that would affect the plot and characters, and at that point, will the story I wanted to tell still be intact? would it work? I think this is easier done with AUs (as in, set in a completely different universe, not an in-universe alteration), which I don't write.

#tbh i think every well known pulled to publish fic has been an au? #50 shades was twilight au #mortal instruments was hp au #that love hypothesis book was a modern reylo au #anyway thanks for these!!

[throwaway-yandere]

*puts on clown makeup* pls consider yandere gorou and itto maybe im reading too much into the ayato fic but was it a tease for those two or

Huehue I'm actually considering that! Gorou would be VERY fun to write, I have a soft spot for his type of yandere. (Believe me, I had so many ideas for cat!ayato but i had to scrap them because it wouldn't fit with the flow of the story ;;;-;;;. Gorou was supposed to be a wholesome secret admirer of yours and Kokomi is his number one supporter! The second half was going to be under kokomi's point of view, where she watches Ayato eat her friend. But switching it up to Heizou's POV makes more sense because it establishes that Ayato have already taken a lot of victims/rivals if a student detective is hunting him down–)

Though to be quite honest with you, my brainrots on yandere!itto isn't all that serious. I don't think I can write him as a very intimidating yandere like cat!ayato since I believe his "himbo"ness is what sells his character the most, but we'll see 👀

However, I don't think I can promise that I'll post fics of gorou and itto atm. I was actually writing a yandere prof!albedo fic before I got a cat!ayato request

I know this sounds REALLY BAD for the reader out of context but yeah! For now I don't have plans yet for yandere!gorou and yandere!itto ehe! Someday, someday! I'll get back to you!

#ansytea-talks #yandere gorou seems real fun tho #i have itto in my acc and i pulled him because i need more himbo characters #(ill be honest i skipped his banner once i heard ayatos ENG voice ((cause dimitri)) and thats how i got ayato's sword lol) #my man itto is now triple crowned and i love the fellow!!! #the man canonically has range even in his character stories so expect me tl put him in a yandere idol au #eheheheheheehhe #just lemme finish albedo's first he's been sitting in my drafts for a while now lol #sorry albedo #keep holding your Title IX for now #yes its a yandere fic very loosely based off the Love Hypothesis lmfao

[idontlikepans]

I just feel Tumblr needs to see this thing I'm extremely proud of-

#splatoon 2 #splatoon #splatoon 3 #dj octavio #commander tartar #t vax #wasa b #hypothesis au #hypothesis splatoon #aaaaaa #danny gonzalez #lmao the people love me

[lucy-ghoul]

realizing with horror that my (still unfinished) the queen's gambit [redacted] au has basically the same plot of the new ali hazelwood book

#female chess player + Bad Boy world champion?? hello??? #i can only hope my writing is inherently better but ngl i have a morbid curiosity about this book #also because being a tqg au my fic was not all about the love story/sexual tension but a coming of age arc #with themes of grief/loneliness and pretentious symbolism (as per usual with my fics) #if it's really better than hazelwood's book i guess i can get published too 🤷 #val speaks #filing this under things learned against my will through ig hosmosis #(nothing personal against this author i haven't even read the love hypothesis but i dislike ya in general #and i'm pretentious enough to Aim Higher with my writing while being painfully aware that i'm only mediocre) #fic: two sides of the same coin #txt

[angelaanimates]

The Love Hypothesis pins are now in stock and extras are up on Shopify and Etsy! 🧬💕 thank you to everyone who preordered! Your pins went into the mail yesterday! Once again, thank you to Ali Hazelwood for allowing me to make this pin featuring her characters.

#artists on tumblr #literary pins #book pins #the love hypothesis #reylo au #ali hazelwood #Steminist #chick lit #adam and olive #book art #book reccomendation