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quastion. if you were a high schooler looking to take the least stressful lab science would you taking physics or chemistry

i think this is a simpler question of which do you enjoy more? for me i would choose physics over chemistry any day but that’s because i hate chemistry and so all chem labs i took were boring and stressful, and i love physics so the labs were fun and interesting

however if both subjects are equally uninteresting to you, then i do recommend physics! maybe i'm biased, but i think even personal interest aside, my high school chem labs were definitely more involved and complicated than my high school physics labs. physics experiments in lower level classes such as high school (and even introductory college physics to some extent) are pretty simple to set up and conduct, the main understanding comes from doing the math afterwards to get any sort of result out of it, whereas chem was more like, actually mixing stuff and then observing

not only were physics labs easier, simpler, and more engaging, but each lab also was unique and distinct from each other. i really can only recall the same basic setup of like, mixing stuff together as the idea behind every single chem lab i did. the exact way you mixed them together differed of course but that was the main idea

meanwhile some examples of physics labs i recall from high school include:

projectile motion: most likely you will roll a marble down a ramp off the edge of the lab table, measure the horizontal and vertical distances it traveled, maybe time it also or use a photogate to measure the velocity, or something, and then use the kinematic equations to find any missing variables, and then through all that you will probably be to told to find the value of g, what is known as the acceleration due to gravity, aka the rate at which things fall.

circular motion: you may be using a FLYING PIG to demonstrate circular motion!!! figuring out the tension in the string, the idea of centripetal force, centripetal acceleration, rates of revolution, etc.

harmonic motion: push some slinkies around, demonstrate hooke's law and spring force, calculation of frequency and oscillation, maybe observing resonant frequencies and resonant modes

standing waves: using some sort of low tech version of a standing wave generator to observe, well, standing waves. the high school version of this lab i believe was very surface level and was mostly just drawing how different standing waves looked, counting the nodes and antinodes, and predicting it for different frequencies. i think the teacher even got us a giant rope and we had to recreate the lower frequency standing waves together as a class by just oscillating it ourselves

all around, in my experience at least, high school physics labs are so much more involved and engaging than chem ever was. and while the math involved in the physics class was more daunting than chem, it was such a fun and interactive class. and again i may be biased but i think, if both chem and physics are uninteresting to you but you need to choose one anyway, i think having a basic background in physics is a lot more useful and goes a lot further than a basic background in chem does. i truly believe that knowing stuff about the kinematic equations, circular motion, free body diagrams, harmonic motion, etc etc will enrich your life further and change the way you see the world around you. high school physics will not make you an expert but it can certainly make observing patterns in life and how the natural world operates a lot more fun and exciting

#sorry i am INCAPABLE of ever giving a brief response when it comes to physics stuff lol #ask #Anonymous #literally the only chem lab i remember is titration and i cant even tell you what titration is anymore #all i know is that it was long and frustrating and the word makes me shudder years later #like some acid and base type shit i really could not tell you #but by far my most vivid memory of any science class i took in my 4 years of high school .was the fucking flying pig in physics #i will say i did get far better grades in chem. but despite that i also felt like i understood way fucking less as i was going through it #which made it its own brand of stressful #my grades in physics were my worst in high school but even despite that i still felt like i was retaining and learning so much more #and despite the complexity of the subjects increasing throughout the school year my grades actually increased as well #its truly just like a rough learning curve at first adjusting to the class compared to previous science classes #and if your physics class is like how mine was and you all get bad grades then a good teacher will offer opportunities #for you to earn points back and that also means that concepts get reinforced in your head #so despite getting a 60 on an exam he will make us basically redo the exam and relearn the concepts #and earn an 80 on it once we're done with exam corrections #so you will get a better grade in the end AND actually LEARN from doing badly on the exam #so what im saying here is: it also depends on the teacher. so if you get a bad teacher who just gives you a bad grade and moves on #then like. the class will not be enjoyable. and will be stressful. but if you have a good teacher then it should be fine #and you WILL get bad grades. you just will. but dont sweat it because literally everyone will always get bad grades #and a good teacher will give you the opportunity to make up for those bad grades. bc its unfair to punish you for it.#since everyone always gets bad grades. lol

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seungkwansphd · 9 months

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contusion confusion

pairing: seungcheol x afab reader word count: 4K synopsis: your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why. themes: college au, best friend seungcheol, double sided repressed feelings, possessive and jealous seungcheol. warnings: smut, mentions of bruising/marking, mention of reader being smaller than seungcheol.

a/n: i started this literally one year ago and lost steam. and then blonde.fucking.scoups comes along and truly does a number on me. anyways, bon appetit, LOL

“What the hell happened to you?” Seungcheol’s eyes widened as you stretched your legs across his lap on the sofa.

“What?” you blinked at him, taking your eyes off of the television momentarily.

“What’s this bruise from?” he asked, resisting the strong urge to touch the bluish purple mark just above your elbow.

“Ah, that!” you shrugged, “I almost tripped the other day in lab. Mingyu grabbed me, but he might as well have let me fall! Who knew someone could bruise you just from grabbing you! Like how strong is that dude even?” you rolled your eyes. Grumbling, you returned your attention to the screen.

Seungcheol stewed next to you. While he had no real claim or reason to be upset at your lab partner, every time you brought him up, it made him want to strangle someone.

Mingyu was so tall that you had to readjust the titration burette between replicates. Mingyu was all sweaty because he had come to lab right after the gym. Mingyu didn’t cover his face while sneezing.

Seungcheol eagerly awaited next semester when he wouldn’t have to hear about this man anymore.

Swallowing, your eyes flitted nervously to your best friend’s hands, which were stroking your calves absentmindedly as he watched the show. While just a mindless gesture on his part, you were struggling silently with the way it made your insides turn just slightly into jelly.

“Cheol, that tickles!” you finally pulled your legs away, curling into a ball against the armrest of the sofa.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled sheepishly at you, seeming distracted. It almost seemed like your friend was sulking, but you couldn’t understand why. You were watching a sitcom!

…

“There you are!”

You looked up to see your lab partner standing over your table, clutching the straps of his backpack.

“Oh, hey Mingyu,” you furrowed your brows at him, “Did you need something?”

“I thought we were supposed to be working on our lab report today?” he cocked his head at you, wondering if he had gotten the time wrong.

“Oh shit!” you cursed, “I’m so sorry Gyu, I totally lost track of time!”

“That’s okay,” he laughed, “It’s not that big of a deal. You want to work on it now?”

“Sure!” you nodded, glancing at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were immersed in their computer programming assignments. “Do you mind if Mingyu joins us? We have a lab report.”

“Yes, we heard,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes at you, “Sure that’s fine.”

“Thanks,” Mingyu nods before taking the seat next to you.

“Did you start anything for it yet?” you asked, pulling your lab notebook out of your backpack.

“Whoa, did I really grab you that hard that day?” Mingyu exclaimed, seeing the purple bruise on your arm.

“Yes, it fuckin’ hurts too!” you squinted at him, annoyed.

“I didn’t think you could bruise someone just by grabbing them. I guess I’m just super strong, huh?” Mingyu preened.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you threatened to punch him.

Jeonghan observed Seungcheol’s shift in mood with mild interest as you and Mingyu muddled your way through your lab report.

“I need some coffee or I’m going to rip my eyeballs out,” you announced after calculating mole fractions for far too long. You stood from the table to move towards the cafe in the library. You tapped your fingertips on your wallet mindlessly as you calculated how many shots of espresso you could consume without your heart bursting out of your chest.

“YN!” a familiar voice greeted you as they tapped your shoulder.

“Ah, hey!” you smiled at Bina, your lab partner from last year. “Ugh, I’m working on a lab report and it is giving me flashbacks to last semester!”

“Oh my god, please don’t remind me!” she rolled her eyes. You two had barely managed to scrape through that class. Unlike you, it had been her only chem requirement, so she was free of the horror of lab reports now. “Who’s your lab partner this semester?”

“Mingyu Kim,” you scrunched up your nose slightly, “God bless him, but he is such a klutz.”

“Wait, no. Mingyu? The Kim Mingyu?” Bina paled slightly.

“Why? Do you know him? Is there tea?” you looked at her with wide eyes.

“No, god I wish. He’s just so hot to me! I’m jealous, I would slog through another semester of chem to be his lab partner.”

“Would you?!” you gaped at her, thoroughly alarmed. “You’re sick in the head over this man,” you laughed heartily.

“No, probably not,” Bina chuckled after giving it some more serious consideration. “But I’d think long and hard about it.”

“We’re sitting over there if you wanna stop by and say hi. I’ll introduce y’all,” you offered before placing your order with the cashier.

“I might do that,” she craned her head to see exactly where your table was. “You’re sitting with Seungcheol too? My friend is infatuated with that man. They’re in Comp Sci together. Can she come say hi too?”

“S-sure,” you answered blankly. You had no stake or claim, but something in you wanted to scream ‘NO!’ when you heard Bina ask that question.

“You’re the best, we’ll be over in a bit,” Bina smiled brightly at you, giving you a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m ready to resume crying,” you announced when you returned to the table with your beverage.

“Okay, good, cause I’m ready to take a break from crying,” Mingyu looked up at you pitifully. “I think I figured out 4. So then if we can figure out 5, then we just need to pull together some nonsense for the discussion.”

“Okay, okay,” you nodded determinedly. By some miracle, question 5 was just some simple dilution practice, so before long you and Mingyu were typing furiously, chipping away at the remainder of the lab report.

“Hey YN!” Bina’s voice pulled you out of a sentence about how (DUH) important it was to switch pipettes between samples.

“Oh, hey Bina! What’s up?” you waved excitedly at your friend, eager to do some meddling for her.

“Not much, how are you? Long time no see!”

“Yes, luckily you’re done with your chem requirements, otherwise you’d be here crying with us,” you laughed as Mingyu and Seungcheol looked on at you with interest. Jeonghan had long ago put on a pair of noise canceling headphones and was ignoring everybody. “Mingyu, Bina was my lab partner last semester. And she was a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Hey!” Mingyu pouted.

“I mean at the very least she’s my height, so I didn’t have to readjust the biuret every time we titrated,” you rolled your eyes playfully at Bina.

“It’s not my fault you’re both short,” Mingyu protested, eyes flickering to Bina for some support.

“If it makes you feel better, I was terrible in lab too,” she offered up sympathetically, “YN is my patron saint of chemistry. Did she ever tell you about how I exploded two crucibles one time?”

“No!” Mingyu looked at her with interest, “Was YN also very mean to you and made you finish your work way ahead of time?”

“Yes!” Bina giggled excitedly, “Like why can’t we pull all nighters like normal people?”

“Hell no, I’m not disrupting my sleep schedule for y’all. No thanks,” you shook your head stalwartly. “Anyways, you two should exchange numbers so you can complain about me on your own time,” you chuckled. Bina and Mingyu seemed to agree and set about that task enthusiastically.

“Ah, sorry I’m being rude, this is my friend Hayoung! We’re in a writing foundations class together so we were working on that.”

“Hi,” she waved at everyone shyly.

“Hayoung, what’s your major?” you asked.

“Computer science, focusing on human & computer interactions.”

“Ooh?! Love me a girly in STEM! These two are comp sci as well! Do you all know each other?” you asked, mostly Seungcheol as Jeonghan was still intent on ignoring you.

“Maybe? You look kind of familiar, but I don’t talk to many people in class,” he chuckled honestly.

“I think we might have a class together?” Hayoung smiled.

“Oh wonderful! You two should exchange numbers too! Maybe you can work on comp sci stuff together,” you suggested. They weren’t really giving you too much to work with, if you were being honest.

“I’d actually love that,” Hayoung’s eyes creased into a smile, “I don’t know that many people in the major.”

“Is it because they’re being sexist?” your eyes widened and you raised a fist theatrically, “I’ll fight them all for you. Cheol, you will too, right? Jeonghan’s not much use in a fight, if I’m being honest,” you commented quietly, glancing at the target of your teasing.

“Sure,” Seungcheol’s face creased into a real smile as he watched you whisper about Jeonghan animatedly.

Hayoung and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers as you watched on excitedly. Hayoung was clearly pleased, but Seungcheol was making a face as if he had tasted something odd, but was too polite to say anything about it.

“Bina is so cute!” Mingyu remarked happily after they both left, “Lucky you with your cute lab partners!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes at him, “I love doing unpaid babysitting in the lab.”

…

“Cheol, can I crash on your couch?” you spoke after he picked up your call.

“Yeah, of course! Are you okay?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed, worried.

“Yeah, I’ve just been sexiled,” you grumbled, starting your walk towards Seungcheol’s apartment. He met you about halfway and the two of you caught up on the walk back.

“How are things with Hayoung?” you asked, not quite making eye contact.

“What?” his hand slipped as he was moving to turn the doorknob.

“Hayoung, did you guys ever meet up to work on comp sci together?” you asked, lips pursed as you followed him into his apartment.

“Oh, no, she texted me but I forgot to text her back,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“Text her back, you jerk!” you poked Seungcheol insistently, “Hayoung’s cute! And she likes you.”

“That’s good for her,” Seungcheol grumbled, irritated at your attempt to push him towards someone else. Maybe his cause was truly hopeless.

“You’re acting weird,” you glanced at him oddly before flopping down on the couch.

“No, you take the bed,” Seungcheol ignored your statement and plopped down near your feet, tapping your legs lightly.

“No! I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed!” you protested.

“No, seriously, sleep on the bed. I always wake up before you anyways. I’ll end up waking you up if you sleep out here.”

“I-,” you tried to think of another excuse, but he wasn’t your best friend for no reason. He knew you just as well as you knew yourself. “Okay,” you acquiesced, hopping up from the couch to walk into his room, “Do you need anything from here before bed?” you turned to ask him, hand on the doorframe.

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, thanks again for letting me crash,” you smiled at him before pulling the door not quite closed behind you.

Once inside, you dropped your bag and helped yourself to a t-shirt and pair of shorts from Seungcheol’s drawers. You laughed at the way you were swimming in the shirt.

“I look ridiculous,” you laughed, walking back out into the living room. “Cheol, look,” you spread your arms out to your sides, showing Seungcheol the way that his t-shirt just swallowed you.

“I-,” his brain stopped for a few moments. He wouldn’t say anything, but he could in fact see your nipples as you tried to show him whatever you were showing him. “What?”

“Your shirt is too big on me,” you folded your arms over your chest, irritated that he had been listening.

“Oh yeah, well I’m bigger than you,” he replied curtly.

“Well, yeah,” you glanced away from him. He was in such an odd mood today! You grumbled just a little bit before flopping down on the bed. You were tired.

Tossing and turning, you fought for a long time to push down the arousal that was building in your gut. Being enveloped by Seungcheol’s scent was making your brain go haywire. You could feel yourself throbbing and you bit down on your fist in an effort to try and distract yourself, but that hadn’t worked. Glancing nervously at the door, you contemplated seeking some relief, but the idea of doing it in Seungcheol’s bed while he was just outside the door inspired guilt, worry, and worst of all, excitement.

You managed to ignore yourself for about ten minutes before your left hand snuck down between your thighs, stroking them softly. Sinking deeper into Seungcheol’s pillows, you closed your eyes and imagined your best friend’s hands softly caressing and spreading your legs apart. You were embarrassed to hear the wet sounds of yourself opening up, but not embarrassed enough to stop. Your right hand came to tease the sensitive undersides of your breasts as your fingertips stroked languidly through your folds.

In the living room, Cheol wrestled with whether to disturb you or not. Several minutes ago, he had noticed that one of his textbooks was still in his room. He’d been planning to get ahead on a problem set, so it wasn’t as if he needed to disturb you, but he also didn’t see himself falling asleep anytime soon. Chewing his lip, he noticed that the door was still slightly ajar and decided to retrieve the book as you must not have gone to bed just yet.

When his eyes first landed on your face, your brows were knit up in utter concentration as your hands worked feverishly under the covers. Your front teeth had your lower lip pinned down as you bit back the loudest of your desperate noises. Seungcheol’s pupils dilated as he registered what was happening. Frantically, he tried to back out of the room, but his sweater caught the edge of a pamphlet that had been hanging off the bookshelf, sending a handful of items clattering to the floor.

“Fuck!” your eyes shot open, panicked as you met Cheol’s gaze, “I’m, you-, help!” you squeaked, pulling the covers over your face as you wished to vanish off the face of the earth.

Seungcheol’s mind went blank as he walked towards you, placing his hands over yours to pull down the covers. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, so overcome with embarrassment that you failed to register the look of hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Cheol, I didn’t, I shouldn’t have done that here!”

“What?” he cocked his head to the side, brain not really functioning.

“It’s your bed!” you looked at him as if he was crazy, “I just-, you smell so good,” you spoke without thinking.

“I…,” he looked you up and down, “You’re telling me I inspired this?”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, oh my god!” you groaned, trying to shrug under the covers again. Seungcheol’s large hands held you still and you watched in disbelief as he brought your left hand up to inspect it. The shine of moisture on your fingers was mortifyingly telling, but he surprised you to your core when he brought your hand to his mouth and sucked your wet fingers inside.

“Huh?!” you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he tongue stroked between your digits, tasting you thoroughly.

“You should’ve told me about this sooner,” he told you, voice gravely with desire, “I’ve been torturing myself trying to ignore how much I think about you.”

“Oh?” you blinked at him in disbelief.

“Yes, oh,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you, “Now let me help, as you requested.”

His fingers wandered. His eyes widened slightly when he felt just how wet you were. The rumble that emitted from his chest almost sounded like a purr and you found yourself quickly breathless at his ministrations.

“Cheol,” you moaned, melting slightly as his substantially larger fingers swirled dizzyingly through your folds. He smirked down at you, more than pleased to hear your saying his name in that manner.

“So needy,” he chuckled, eyes flicking over you.

“Well I was halfway there when you walked in,” you teased him and his eyes flashed at you, a subtle warning.

He raised one eyebrow at you before sliding his fingers inside of you. You choked on your breath at the intrusion, though your legs parted asking for more.

“You-, your fingers!”

“Mm, how do they feel?” he smirked at you, confident.

“I knew they’d stretch me out, bigger than mine,” you panted and his eyes widened at the realization that this wasn’t the first time you’d imagined this.

“You think about me a lot?” he raised an eyebrow at you, now cocky.

“No,” you lied, glancing away to avoid his eyes.

“My thick fingers spreading you open,” he continued anyways, smirking when he felt the way you reacted around him.

“Seung-,” you whined, overwhelmed at the way he teased you.

“God I like hearing you say my name like that,” Seungcheol shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Can I see you?” he asked, other hand itching to peel back the comforter.

You nodded wordlessly. You were slightly mortified to reveal yourself to him in this way, but his other hand quickly distracted you. You watched his eyes rove across you appreciatively until they trained in on your bruise, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he exhaled sharply.

“Why? It wasn’t on purpose!”

“No, it’s not-,” Seungcheol paused. “That’s not why. I was annoyed because the idea of getting to be the one to leave marks on you has rendered me…basically unable to produce coherent thought.”

“Oh? OH,” your eyes widened, gears in your brain turning. “I mean…all yours, Cheol,” you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Really?” he groaned, looking at you appreciatively as he thought about exactly where and how he’d like to mar your skin.

“Seungcheol!” you snapped at him as he continued to mumble to himself.

“Maybe a handprint here?” he grazed your upper thigh with his palm, eyes dancing mischievously at you. “Or a necklace of hickeys,” he growled as he nipped at the base of your neck. He had decided to seize the opportunity to tease you, and as much as you liked it, you only had so much patience.

“Cheol, please,” you pouted, grabbing at his collar, “I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Yes princess,” he pulled an old nickname out of the vault. You melted.

“Mmmpf!” he smothered your next protest with a kiss.

“Seung. Cheol!” you moaned desperately as his hand grabbed your thigh, hard.

The strength in his grip set your nerves alight and your head fell back against the bed, arching your chest up towards him. His mouth took the opportunity to latch onto the underside of your breast, biting down firmly. Your hand fisted itself in his hair.

It was so much sensation. It was so good.

“Hn,” he pulled back with a breathless smile. His eyes flicked down to the spots where his mouth and hand had been and his lips curled into a cocky grin at the bright red marks. With any luck those would be bruised nicely tomorrow.

“That was…a lot,” you murmured as you caught your breath.

“In a bad way?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed with sudden worry.

“No,” you smiled at him, slightly fuzzy, “In a good way. A really good way.”

“Really?” his eyebrows raised back up with delight. “So you won’t mind if you bruise a little?”

“I don’t think I’ll mind even if you bruise me a lot,” you answered after some thought.

Your best friend’s eyes darkened. The way you had rearranged his words hit the possessive button in his brain like crazy. His lips nibbled and nipped their way down your torso while his hand came to cup your breast. His grip was on the hard side of firm as his lips latched onto a spot on your inner thigh. His tongue stroked across the sensitive skin as he sucked firmly.

Your thighs parted of their own accord as you squirmed at this building onslaught. As you shifted, you could hear the wet sounds of yourself spreading. Open and inviting.

“Cheol, please,” you tried to pull him towards you. “Please,” you panted.

Seungcheol, the bastard, increased the intensity of his sucking before releasing his lips with a loud ‘pop!’. The jolt of the disconnection sent a shiver through you and the spot where his mouth had been now felt woefully cool.

“Pretty,” he looked at the red mark appreciatively. The thought that you would be reminded of this encounter over the next weeks sent a streak of pride through him that was unexpected.

“Seungcheol!” you grabbed his face by his cheeks, directing his attention to you. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kick you out and take care of it myself!”

His eyes widened and he chuckled sheepishly before reaching over you to pull a condom out of the nightstand. You watched, almost painfully aroused, as he undressed and unrolled the condom over himself. His cock bobbed proudly as he pulled his sturdy torso over you, slotting himself between your thighs.

You sighed when his cock came to rest against your core. You could already tell it was going to be good.

“Seungcheol, please,” you placed your hands around his jaw. “Need you.”

He nodded, reaching down to slip himself inside of you. A soft gasp escaped you as his head pushed in and you couldn’t help but relish in the stretch. Seungcheol took his time sinking into you. The whines and gasps that you made were way too good to be rushed.

“Cheol,” your hands clutched at the back of his thick neck until he was pressed flush against you. “Fuck,” you exhaled into his ear.

Seungcheol’s hand was gripping your hip so hard as he struggled to keep control of himself. Of all the things that he found overwhelming, the way you pulsed and squeezed around him, the little sounds you made as he had pressed into you…the worst of all was the way you smelled. His hand fisted itself further in your hip as he inhaled you, a most intoxicating scent.

You clenched around him as his hand tightened. He was sure to bruise you there, too, and you couldn’t wait. Knowing that you’d be able to see these marks as evidence that this wasn’t another crush induced dream made you feel crazed in a different way.

“You feel perfect,” Seungcheol groaned against your skin as his hips started to move. “I just knew it.”

Clench.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he pumped into you deeply. Each thick stroke pushed you dangerously closer to the precipice and you were ready to fall off the edge.

“Cheol,” you pulled back slightly to meet his blown out gaze. “I’m there.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged you, aching to feel you come apart around him. “Be good and come for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let go. Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as your pussy fluttered around him. You didn’t even know what kinds of sounds you made as you simply didn’t have the presence of mind.

“So good,” he smiled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. “So good,” he grunted before his hips shuddered and he emptied himself inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around his torso as he slumped down on top of you. He smiled when you gave him a squeeze with your entire body.

“So you’re kind of possessive, huh?” you chuckled softly after you’d regained your sanity.

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut with a laugh. He hadn’t realized it, or maybe it was just because it was you, but yes. Yes he was.

#scoups smut #seungcheol smut #svthub #seventeen smut #scoups fanfic #seungcheol fanfic #svt fanfic #seungcheol x reader #seungkwansphd:writes

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 8 months

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Donatello's First Love—Splinter's Talk

mostly bayverse, could be 2003 if you squint hard enough. did it a little different with this one compared to the others :0 word count: 1.6k

Spanning his messy corner of the Lair, Donnie's many monitors mounted to the wall were alight with a blue glow. The same few camera feeds rotated between the locations outside of their home and other places, monitoring, and allowing surveillance to take a backseat in his mind while he worked. At his desk, he gently squeezed a pipette into the mouth of a breaker, waiting for the reaction he was looking for to occur.

"Interesting," he mumbled to himself, "I wonder what happens if I were to supercool the mixture."

He placed the substance in a tray and prepared another batch, this time, much more concentrated. There wasn't much to do around the house besides experiment with the materials he'd salvaged. That was fine; he enjoyed the process, and filling notebooks—and his walls—to the brim with chemical equations, notes and mathematics that hardly anyone but he could read.

Careful with his large fingers to not drop the pipette, he sucked a few drops up from the test tube, going in to add to the mixture. He squinted, almost there. And then the startling alarm pinged on the screen next to him, making him jump and squirt the chemical on his work surface. He quickly wiped up and looked over at the computer. "'Motion detected: [y/n]'s apartment complex'," the screen read, switching camera feeds to one of the multiple tiny cameras he had set up. He only put cameras where he thought it mattered; he was paranoid about an ambush, and even more so at her place than theirs, now that she was coming and going from the Lair. The likelihood of their enemies finding out her association with them was about a fifty-seven percent chance, fifty percent too much for Donnie.

He scanned the monitor for signs of anything suspicious, but it turned out to be only a friend dropping by with a key to put a package inside, with [y/n]'s permission.

"Oh," he muttered, suddenly feeling silly. He made sure the person left her apartment—and locked it back—before quickly switching the feed. That was his one secret nobody had managed to catch him out on yet. Even so, he felt slick and a little guilty for spying. But, justifiably, they needed to know if she ever was in danger! He dismissed the notification and rotated the feeds manually. "Whoops. Sorry, [y/n]...yeah, I'll just switch that back."

He shuffled around to resume his work titrating. Except Splinter stood curiously behind the desk, eyes trained close on the monitors, and then Donnie. Donnie flinched—Splinter usually didn't come in or near his lab. In fact, none of his family normally bothered him when he had his nose in his work, because none of them understood it. Not even Leo bothered to try to get the details. The details went over their heads.

"So, Donatello, what is it you are working on?"

"Oh, Master Splinter," Donnie greeted him, glancing back to make sure the monitor was no longer on the door to her apartment. He picked up the pipette and test tube he'd knocked over before, "What is it?"

"Refer back to my last question," Splinter replied. He leaned calmly against his cane and looked all around the cluttered lab. Notes taped, tacked, even glued to walls. A whiteboard full of impossible equations, various pieces of technology in disrepair he'd picked up from trash and things going to recycling. Quite the mess, but Donnie knew where everything was. Splinter cocked his head slightly. "What disorganization," he commented.

"Disorganized to you," Donnie corrected with a smile, "but I can find anything I'm looking for—it's actually 'unorganized', implies that it never was organized. The definition of 'disorganized' suggests that something once was organized but now isn't, but I never once had this place in order," he rambled.

"Donatello," Splinter interrupted. Once his son got talking, it was hard to stop him. He just had to interject to get a word in. "What is it you are doing? You have been very unfocused lately. This is strange for you."

"Unfocused" was an understatement. With a mind already running miles per minute, he was getting caught up in his own head. Getting his work station back to a functional state, he set up his tube tray, answering, "Titrating these and writing out their chemical equations. The brain's like a muscle, gotta exercise it and stay sharp," he said. And with all that sharpness, he was only half-suspicious as to why Splinter was suddenly interested in what he was doing.

Splinter nodded. "Then I must not have seen miss [y/n]'s apartment complex on your screen. Carry on."

Donnie froze, watching Splinter out of the corner of his hazel eyes. His stomach dropped. So, it was one secret—they weren't going to understand, he was just as protective of their home, too! What if she couldn't call the police, or even them in time if someone broke in? Her apartment wasn't in a good area, Donatello already didn't like that. What if someone grabbed her? He couldn't put his mind at ease without knowing.

"I—well, this was a recent development, you see," Donatello stuttered, fidgeting with the purple wraps around his hands. He realized then how weird it all looked and panicked. He'd never meant for it to go this far; his cautionary measures just kept escalating more and more with his feelings for her. "I swear, it's just outside of her place! I would never put a camera in her apartment, that would be creepy, and way overstepping," he explained. "I told her I'd always look out for her and that she can count on me."

"Oh, I suppose it's no problem, then, since she gave you such consent," Splinter said, looking away momentarily to scratch his chin. His eyes snapped back over to his anxious son and popped a hairy brow up as he knocked the end of his cane on the floor to grab his attention further. "Is that right, Donatello?"

He wanted to go into his shell. I'm busted, this is not good. "Don't tell her! So, I, um…I didn't exactly…" The thought trailed off. He didn't need to finish that sentence for both of them to know.

"Precisely my point. Now that we have made that clear, would you like to tell me what this is really about?"

"No! I mean, I will, since you're asking, but—agh, I swear, I'm not a creep," he said. "I just wanted to make sure she'd be okay. That's it."

Splinter crossed behind his desk, slipping an arm around his son's shell. Donnie wanted to pull away. "Come with me. Let's take a walk."

He led them out of the Lair into the tunnels outside their home. They could loop around easily and end up back at the Lair, and Splinter knew Donnie was going to resist talking if the others could be around to hear. Sometimes, you must play on other people's terms, he thought, listening to the quiet drip echo as they ambled through the sewer. He figured it was time to do a little damage control, although he normally pledged not to interfere with his sons and them making their mistakes. However, he didn't want to see Donatello make a potentially hazardous one to himself.

"Now, you must understand, my son, you cannot know everything at once," Splinter said, avoiding an accusatory tone. "You have a brilliant mind, but you certainly don't tend to see the obvious."

"What do you mean, master?" Donnie questioned. The "obvious" being under any other circumstances, his actions would definitely be seen as "creepy". The notion flew right under his radar as something to worry about, as their circumstances were anything but normal.

"Of course, you are a young man, you want to watch out for the one you love," Splinter pointed out. Donnie cringed, even though he hasn't made much of an attempt to hide that fact. He was excited to explore something new, why should he have hidden thos feelings? He didn't shout them to the world. But it was well-known among their family that he'd beaten his brothers to the punch when it came to her, and no going for it was an unwritten but understood boundary. Still, this wasn't a conversation he was prepared for have tonight; his mind was still back at his lab.

"About everyone but Michelangelo has noticed you've been retreating to your lab more often recently." He chuckled. "And your antics around her are obvious, again. Loosen your grip a little. You are annoying your brothers vying for her attention."

Donnie felt a rush of embarrassment come over him. Yes, he was showy—expressive, maybe too quick to whisk her away to demonstrate his new inventions, the stuff he'd discovered. Donnie knew he could hyperfixate on and obsess over things; she was on his mind more than not. As for annoying his brother, he wasn't the strongest, but he was the smartest. He was much more eager with his staff and putting his siblings back in their lane when she was around. The electric component on his weapon came in handy for quick corrections, and goofing around.

Through all of that, he remembered having a moment of clarity when she was inspecting his computer setup one night and the camera almost flickered to hers, to which he scrambled to shut it off. Conveniently, he brushed that aside.

Donnie lifted his goggles, rubbing his face sheepishly. "I guess you're right," he admitted.

"The things you do for love," Splinter shook his head. "Be sure you do not push her away by accident. You are fortunate I had the mind to come talk to you about this before you made a mistake and a fool of yourself. Consider it a fair warning," he said as he looked over at his son, who waited quietly for him to continue, "to not overstep."

"I understand, loud and clear."

Splinter nodded in agreement, "Good. I trust you will take this advice well. You have a good heart and good intentions, Donatello, do not be clouded by your mind. Your brain is not your only quality."

"Thanks, master Splinter. I'll let up on it," Donnie relented with a small smile. He was still uncomfortable, feeling a bit dumb. He always was so caught up on making predictions, keeping everything running smoothly and safely that he didn't always consider how that worked for other people. Just because it made sense to him, didn't mean it made sense to them. Note that for later, Donatello, he reminded himself. He turned around to head back to the Lair.

Splinter stopped to take in a little sunlight from the grate above his head, stopping Donnie in his tracks. "Oh, and Donatello," he called.

"Yeah?"

Splinter assumed parental status, and Donnie knew that scolding tone all too well. "Tell her about it, or turn that damned camera off."

~wooOoOOOoooOooOooo partitionnnnnnn~

Side rant: I actually hate it when people portray Donnie (except for 2012 iterations) as shy and unconfident. He is literally the opposite in 2003 and Bayverse. Donatello is not "a little baby uwu" and I'm tired of people making him look so meek 😭

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creamiesstoryconer · 4 months

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Yandere Harpy x Reader Taster

Yander Harpy x Reader Taster

Word count: 666

Length of time to read: 5-8 minutes

This is a taster for a OC x Reader story I am working on, it currently has about 4 chapters planned and I am hoping to release every other day :) This is a taster I am posting for the first chapter enjoy

TW:Mention of blood

Nature's natural lace, web, clinging onto the remains of the early morning dew. The clear pearls that drape themselves over finely pulled strings that are nestled in the sea of blue and green. Catching glimmers of sun as it breaks through the dense canopy, its golden light a welcoming glow to the undergrowth.

Fine petals of muted blues, reaching for its limited life line of light. Moments of silence such as now, rare within the small thicket. The gentle pushing of the wind picking up stray leaves, dancing with the yellowing trinkets in the air to be carried into the distance.

Under your foot, grass that once stood tall crunches, its brothers in arms gently grazing your ankle. Early morning air crisp as always, nips at one's shoulders and nose, beckoning the solemnly sweet wind to join it in its conquest of stealing the heat from any warm body.

Knuckles tightly grasped around brown wicker, a basket neatly woven by hand. Packed sunngly with vibrant colours, forged from the long negated trail.

Damp penetrates your nose, the untones of pine. Forcing the almost suffocating scent to almost have a refreshing taste upon your tongue.

Onward,deeper into nature's land of peace, the hum of the village morning grows mute. Replaced with the rustling of leaves calling for you. Singing of birds just from sight, soothing and lulling.

Just a little deeper down the overgrown path you know so well, a routine experience every spring. To bring an offering, to wish for peace to the Earth, to keep a titration you grew bored of. The ways of the old and their tales are nothing but fables for children to be afraid of.

Feet grew stiff at the edge of the opening, the woods breaking its dense canopy of greens to allow for the flooding of gold. Warm upon the skin, stark contrast to the morning wind, the honey coloured light swallows the clearing in its entirety.

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A blur and a impact,

The coarse texture of dried bark entangled in once soft locks of hair. Throbbing, building a deafening silence is what over stimulates the nerves. Soothing warmth trickling down your neck, tracing itself past your crook. Allowing for a bud of red to flow and root itself onto once pristine white clothing. Now defiled with browns and quickly darkening crimsons.

The rising of your chest like hard labour, air having been stolen from your lungs. Hoarse gasps replace a steady rhythm that was once there. Drying your mouth as a once cared for body folds in upon itself.

Ringing in your ears causes one's head to spin. To not focus is to not be able to see.

Blurs of greens, a blue perhaps the sky. Golden shines for a moment. Then the sight of flesh.

Flesh unclothed, blotches of maroon identifiable upon the sun kissed skin.

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A guttural scream escapes your lips, ripping through your vocal cords, straining already fatigued muscle.

Cheeks, red as puffed eyes strained to stay open, salty water - your own tears- sullying your face. Teeth bared as saliva bubbles and leaks from the corner of your mouth.

Fingers tangled within a sickenly soft plumage of feathers. Almost comforting to touch under dirt stuffed nails.

Air that was once almost refreshing to the lungs now reeks of desperation and fear. Tawng of metallic lingering, your own blood that was long dried and flaking. A dried river of rusty colour liquid fashioned from your own wound, wrapping around your neck like a macabre necklace.

It’s animalistic eyes boaring into you, pupils blown to unnatural size. Tilting its head, forcing itself to envelope your sight. It’s chest rumbling, trilling… studying.

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I am in desperate need for a proofreader (￣￣|||)

sorry this is another super short post but chapter one will be up tomorrow with about 2,000 words none of which are here this is just some extra content that i reworded and shortened so all new content tomorrow ;)

all feedback is welcome!

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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hey i love your writing! i was wondering if you could do an eddie X (cheerleader?) reader where reader is dating jason. they get into an argument and eddie steps in to protect her. maybe they end up breaking up and eddie is really happy about it. sorry if that’s too long!

Whats the plot of Romeo and Juliet again?

Eddie Munson x reader

(I think I went a little overboard on this one)

3.9k words

Smut warning! 18+

She didn’t end up dating Jason on purpose. It was supposed to be a short thing. Her parents wanted her to have a date for senior prom so being the cheer captain it just made sense for her to go with the star basketball player.

So they went together and it was fine. She really didn’t feel anything for him but he was decently attractive and people seemed to like them being together.

But he was so nice to her that night. And even after the dance he kept hanging out around her and doing nice things for her. So when he asked her out for real she figured, why not?

She swears at first she really didn’t like him but as things progressed and got more serious she did start to have feelings for him. Or maybe she just liked the fact that he liked her. And as far as she could tell he really did like her, at least he did at first.

The longer they were together the less work he put in. He didn’t want to go on nice dates, instead opting to stay back at his house and fool around. It’s not that that was an issue but it raised a red flag that he had done so much for her when they first started dating and now he was less attentive.

She suspected that his distance was because they hadn’t gone “all the way” yet. It would have been her first time but not his. And although she wanted to be a good girlfriend, something about it always felt off. Plus she didn’t really enjoy any of the other stuff they had done together so she didn’t think she’d enjoy that either.

But today was the day she was finally going to bite the bullet. It was their five month anniversary and he was taking her to Starcourt mall to pick out a necklace.

She couldn’t help but feel like he’s buying her things in exchange for sex and it just made her feel gross. So she’s happy when he jogs off to talk to one of his friends and she has a moment alone.

Eddie Munson sneaking up behind her and placing his ringed fingers over her eyes woke her up from her muddled thoughts, although he was usually the one occupying her daydreams. If she had her way she would have gone to senior prom with him instead but it was too much of a social risk and who's to say he would have wanted to go with her anyways.

Despite choosing Jason, she never seemed to get Eddie out of her mind. They had a few classes together despite her being a year behind him. Until this year when they were both seniors. They had a lot of classes together and she’d be lying if she said he made them any easier.

It wasn’t really his fault, but he was very distracting. His ringed fingers drumming on the desk or him chewing on the end of a pencil always got her going. Doing acid-base titration wasn’t easy when all she could think about was her lab partner’s hands.

In the present those hands were over her eyes, cold metal of his rings soothing her flushed skin from the summer heat. “Guess who?” He whispered. She shivered at his voice so close to her ear. Now she was going to be thinking about him tonight instead of her boyfriend, she was sure of it.

“Oh wow I have no idea.” She giggled and pried his hands off her face, not dropping them immediately. Instead she rubbed her thumb over one of his rings, examining it until he pulled away to sit on the other side of the booth.

“So,” he prompted. “I need a favor.”

“Oh?” She wondered what kind of favor Eddie Munson could possibly need from her, hopefully a sexy one.

“Can you tell me the plot of this book?” He plucked a book out of his pocket and slid it across the table to her.

She picked it up and examined the cover “you don’t know the plot of Romeo and Juliet?” she laughed, handing the book back to him.

“Should I?“ he asked, not understanding what was so funny to her.

“It’s a great love story. Star crossed lovers who run with different crowds. It’s cliche but very romantic.” She looked at him with purpose, as if she was trying to communicate telepathically. She probably shouldn’t have been this into the idea of cheating on her boyfriend but Eddie looked especially delectable today.

“Woah cool,” he exclaimed, the look on his face making it clear he was also thinking about her statement and how it related to them.

“Yeah and then they die,” she added bluntly.

“Dang. That sucks. Thanks for the help.” He started to stand up and leave but she reached out to stop him.

“You don’t have to-“ she started to tell him not to go but before she could, Jason was back and he was pissed.

“Babe what’re you doing with this freak?” She cringed when he called her babe, always hating the way he used it instead of her name. And intense anger filled her chest when he called Eddie a freak.

“Jason! Don’t be rude. We’re just talking about school,” she replied, trying to keep her tone steady as not to cause problems. She knew neither of the boys were very conflict avoidant people but she would have preferred to leave the mall without them starting a fist fight.

“Oh yeah. Congrats on failing senior year a second time,” Jason sneered, grabbing the collar of Eddie’s shirt and practically dragging him out of the seat.

They started shoving each other until she stepped between them. “So what?” She asked, anger boiling over now due to his hot headed behavior.

“So what?! He's a bum. You’re my girlfriend, I don't want you hanging out around him.” She rolled her eyes at him being possessive. If she made a list of all the girls he hung out around that she wasn’t too fond of it’d be a mile long. But she always kept her mouth shut because jealousy made her feel like the stereotypical crazy girlfriend.

“Well maybe I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore.” She knew it was a petty way to break up with him but it was a long time coming. She couldn’t seem to care how it might make him feel when the guy she actually wanted to be with was just right there. It’s almost poetic that he would be the catalyst for their breakup.

“Seriously? Why?” he shouted, drawing the attention of the people around them if they hadn’t already noticed the dispute going down.

“Ok where do I start? You’re an asshole. We never do anything fun. You’re so controlling. OH! and you can’t even make me cum.” Her voice was raised as well, turning it into a full on screaming match as she listed all the things wrong with their relationship.

“So that’s what this is about? You wanna fuck the school freak?” he spat with venom in his tone. He was hitting the nail on the head with that one, she did desperately want to fuck Eddie but that didn’t make it ok for Jason to say all those bad things about him.

“Stop talking about him like that,” she said through gritted teeth, furious at his words and fiercely protective of Eddie since he had literally done nothing wrong.

“Good luck with her, freak. She’s a prude anyways,” Jason muttered before starting to turn away and leave, probably going to take solace in one of the other girls he had on standby.

By now Eddie was also seething with anger but he saw red when Jason had the nerve to say something so rude. “Sorry about this,” he preemptively apologized. He quickly slipped the rings off his dominant hand and pressed them into her open palm. Before she had time to question what he was doing, his fist had collided with Jason’s face. He winced when he pulled his hand back, clutching his reddened knuckles.

She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the food court before Jason could get up and fight back. By the time they were at the mall exit, they were being closely followed by security. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, running into the parking lot and ducking behind a car.

“My van is this way.” Now he was the one pulling her through the lot as security looked for them. The two of them would likely be banned from the mall for life, but it wouldn’t matter since the mall was going to explode in a week anyways.

The front seat of the van was a bench seat with no seatbelts, causing her to slide close to him when he whipped around a corner. She didn’t move away when she had the chance, instead leaning into his side.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice sounding just a bit too breathy since they didn’t have to do that much cardio to run through the parking lot.

“You don’t have to-” she placed her hand on his thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Very friendly, just a little too friendly. “Oh,” he gasped, almost swerving the car as he tried to keep his composure.

“Sorry. Is that ok?” she asked innocently even though her actions were far from innocent.

“Yeah. S’fine.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, brushing the exposed skin of her upper arm with his thumb. He wondered if he was imagining that her hand crept a bit further up his thigh.

He couldn’t shift much in his seat since he was driving so he was lucky for the dim lighting that hid the tent in his pants. He had experience with girls but it was limited, mostly just one night stands.

It seemed pretty obvious that she was into him but he didn’t know how to make the first move. So he just sat there with her firmly pressed to his side. If he looked away from the road for a second he would have noticed her looking up at him dreamily.

She directed him to her house, an underlying tension set in when they arrived and he realized she was inviting him in. He parked in the empty driveway and followed her inside. Wait, empty. The house was empty! Oh he was definitely going to get it tonight.

The living room was lit with candles and the table was set with fancy cutlery and plates. “What’re you trying to wine and dine me?” Eddie joked, sitting down at the table.

“It was for Jason. Tonight was supposed to be special. We were going to go all the way for the first time,” she explained, realizing how stupid the whole thing sounded, especially with a guy like Jason.

“You’ve never-?” her eyes widened at his question and she quickly interrupted him.

“He has. I haven’t.” she shook her head, stepping closer to him for the comfort his presence provided.

“So he set all this up for you?” he asked skeptically, not being able to imagine Jason doing that for someone, even if it was this amazing girl. He would have done it in a heartbeat, but Jason was another story.

“No. I did,” she corrected.

“It’s really sweet, don't get me wrong. But why put in so much effort?” he asked, feeling bad when he saw her face fall from his question.

“I just wanted to be a good girlfriend.” She pouted sadly, realizing he was probably right. Jason wouldn’t have cared about any of this. He was only focused on what would happen at the end of the night, like he always was.

He had noticed she was awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, her white tennis shoes squeaking against the floor. He patted his lap, offering her to sit there. And to his surprise she obliged, crawling into his lap and straddling him.

“Honey, I’m sure you’re the perfect girlfriend.” The pet name slipped out of his lips before he had time to think about it but he was glad he said it because as soon as he did, her face just lit up.

“He didn’t think so.” She remembered how he ignored her later into their relationship, only giving her attention if he wanted a blowjob or something else of the sort. She would be lying if she said she didn’t realize what was going on when he started acting differently, but she didn’t want to believe it. Especially after she had taken a chance on him and actually developed some type of feelings. Even if that feeling was a manifestation of her urge to please her social group and be the perfect small town girl highschool cheer captain everyone expected her to be.

He listened while she explained the intricacies of her former relationship and how things had changed. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth at the idea someone had made her feel so unimportant.

“Eddie?” she said softly, shifting closer so they were pretty much squished together. With the way her hips were pressed tightly to his, he was sure she could tell he was hard and he tried not to be mortified by that thought.

“Yeah?” he asked breathily, his hands were probably gripping her hips too hard and he was definitely blowing hot breath in her face but neither of them cared.

“I want you to fuck me.” He could kinda tell something was about to go down but hearing the words come out of her mouth was not something he was prepared for.

“Oh wow. Ok. Yeah, let’s do it.” She giggled at his awkwardness, climbing off his lap and going to kneel on the floor below him. He grabbed her shoulders and yanked her back up to kiss him, he was a little rough but not in a mean way, he’s just excited. “You don’t have to do that.” He was referring to her getting on her knees for him. He wanted to give her a good first time and he couldn't really do that if he let her do all the work.

“Jason always wanted-“ she started but he quickly shut her down.

“Oh baby. I’m not Jason,” he cooed, switching their positions so that he was the one on his knees. His face found its way between her legs, hot breath brushing the tender inside and making her whine and tremble above him. “I’m. Nothing. Like. That. Asshole.” He spoke firmly, anger evident in his tone but not at her. He punctuated his words with hard kisses on her inner thighs.

“Edddieeee. Please,” she moaned desperately, already so far gone just from a few touches.

“Please what? You gotta talk to me,” he prompted, being gentle with her since it was her first time and she seemed a little out of her element.

“Do something!” she whined, her hands clutched in tight fists at her sides as she fought the overwhelming frustration and pleasure.

“I am doing something,” he teased, continuing to run his hands over her thighs, squeezing at the plush skin and nuzzling his nose against her panties.

“I just…Don’t… I’ve never-” She choked the words out of her mouth but he was able to tell what she meant and the realization hit him like a train. Yeah, Jason didn’t really seem like the type to focus on a girl’s pleasure, but never?

“So you’re telling me no one has ever had a taste of this pretty pussy?” he asked, excited to be the first. Although he’d be just as happy if he was the one hundred and first as long as he could get his mouth on her as soon as possible.

“Eddie!” she gasped at his lewd words, practically dripping at how much he wanted her. And she wanted him just as much if not more.

“S’alright babe. I got you.” He didn’t hate it when he called her that. In fact she really liked it, cementing the fact in her mind that she really just didn’t like Jason that much. Certainly not as much as the man in front of her now.

Before she could say anything he had stood up and scooped her out of the chair, causing her to gasp. “Gonna get you somewhere more comfortable,” he explained, wandering through the house until he found her bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed carefully, trailing kisses up from her ankle to her upper thighs, getting him back into the same position they were in previously. He hooked his finger in the band of her underwear. “Can I?” he asked before tugging them down.

She nodded, whimpering at how long it was taking him. Her reaction made him laugh. He had never had anyone this needy for him and he was more than a little flattered.

His lips ghosted over her legs, making their way to her cunt painfully slowly. She shivered when his hot tongue circled her clit. It was an unknown experience, but it was already better than anything she had done before.

An endless string of moans fell from her mouth, which she tried and failed to suppress. She usually was never this loud but he was so good.

He licked and sucked on her pussy langidly until she was a writhing mess under him, mumbling incoherent sentences that were along the lines of “Fuck, Eddie.” “So good.” “I’m gonna cum.”

The rough pad of his thumb pressed against her clit as his tongue curled inside of her. Her hands were buried in his hair and her thighs trembled around his shoulders. He pulled away and settled right above her so he could look at her face. She whined indignantly, upset at the loss of his tongue inside of her. She was only empty for a second before he replaced his tongue with his long fingers, filling her up just right.

He pressed gentle kisses to her face as she came undone, moaning into his mouth and biting his lip as she came. “Ouch,” he muttered, not feeling too hurt since she soothed the bite with sweet kisses of her own.

It then occurred to him that they were both fully clothed, the only thing having been removed was her panties. That needed to change, on his part at least. He sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head and then twisting around to rest his back on the headboard to wriggle his jeans off.

She crawled into his lap and started to follow suit but he stopped her after she stripped her shirt off. “Wait. Keep the skirt on,” he blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth once he realized what he had admitted.

“You like it?” she asked, a little shy at the idea he wanted to fuck her in her cheerleading skirt. Her hands clutched his shoulders to steady herself on his lap. She looked down at him, biting one of her flushed lips.

“Mhmm. It’s so short and tight. I don't know how they let you get away with wearing these.” He ran his hands up and down her thighs, resting them under the skirt on her ass and squeezing. “Gonna let me fuck you in this skirt?” he asked, already knowing the answer to his question by her wetness pressing against the bulge in his boxers.

“Please?” she whined, hands tangling in his hair to bring his mouth down to hers.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He flips their positions, caging her in with his arms as she lies spread out on the bed below him.

He slides his boxers off and goes to grab a condom from his discarded pants when he realized he had used that one a couple weeks ago. “Shit do you have condoms?” he asked, starting to reach to the dresser beside her bed.

Her legs wrap around his waist, tugging him close enough that his cock brushes the soft skin of her thighs. “I’m on birth control, you can cum inside me,” she states very matter of factly for something so filthy.

“Oh. I’ll take you up on that offer.” He slid in slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She watched impatient with wide eyes as the inches disappeared inside of her and it was a good few inches. When he bottomed out, she could feel the stretch.

“Eddieeee move!” she pleaded, wiggling her hips to try and fuck herself on his cock. His hands held her steady, not letting her move much.

“Lookit you. So needy.” Filthy praise fell from his mouth as he started to slowly thrust into her. “Fuckin perfect.” Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back and urging him forward.

His thumb drew lazy circles on her clit, matching the slow pace of his fucking. It was sweet, soft kisses punctuating the rhythm of their bodies. “Eddie. ‘M gonna cum,” she gasped after only a few minutes of it.

“That's it. Cum for me,” he praised, pistoning into her with more force to help her over the edge. His mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck, wanting to leave her mouth unblocked so he could hear her soft moans.

A string of curses left his lips when she spasmed around him, eyes shutting tight in ecstasy as he finished at about the same time. He was pleasantly surprised he lasted as long as he did inside her warm soft walls because it was like heaven.

He pulled out when his cum was done pumping into her, hurrying to the adjoined bathroom to get a washcloth and clean up. He ran the warm cloth over her hole which was leaking with their mixed release. She whined at the sensitivity, prompting him to rub his hand over her knee and assure her “Shhh. Just cleaning you up.”

“Will you stay?” she asked hesitantly, not able to hide the insecurity in her voice. It’s not like they had discussed it before so she was still at a bit of a loss to what this was.

“Of course,” he answered, crawling into bed with her and wrapping himself around her. She pressed back against him as he pressed little teasing kisses to her jaw and neck, causing both of them to moan. “Not sure if I’m up for round two yet,” he joked, causing her to laugh and turn in his arms.

She gave him a meaningful look and kissed him softly. He gripped her jaw, tipping her head back to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his middle, pulling her body closer to his so their chests were touching.

Suddenly he stopped and stared down at her with a quizzical look in his eye. He was thinking about something and she couldn’t imagine what else could possibly be occupying his mind right now.

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked. She giggled when he kissed her forehead and cheeks in response, now cradling her face with both hands.

“I wanna beat the shit out of Jason,” he admitted, looking into her eyes and wondering how anyone could ever treat her the way he did. “You already did,” she added, taking his hand in hers and kissing the bruised knuckles.

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skyland2703 · 5 months

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~✨Romance in the Chemistry Lab✨~

Prompts, simply because *I* have apparently had enough lab experience in my life as a chemistry student to make a cute-ish storyline!

The sodium hydroxide at character A's bench is almost depleted, and so, they're at character B's bench to ask for some for the fluoroscein test. This starts happening every time, and character A doesn't ask the lab staff to fill it, instead they keep on circling back to character B to ask for the sodium hydroxide— because they like talking to character B and this is now a good excuse.

Character A's lab partner, Character B, is the most annoying creature on the planet. Messes up every experiment, frequently sets the test tubes on fire, keeps breaking the glass apparatus, spills silicon oil in the locker every three days, etc; character A is fed up, but they know that character B is good of heart, only a little clumsy, so they put up with them, and help them through all the mishaps.

Alternatively, Character A's lab partner is an absolute asshole and makes their life a living hell. Will leave all the work for character A to do, will use their equipment without permission, and lose/break it, always busy chatting with friends and doesn't perform experiments and then blames character A for the failure. Character A decides it is enough, and one fine morning, ends up taking all their stuff to their friend, Character B's lab station, and performs all experiments with them.

Character A and Character B are lab partners, (or maybe, just have lab stations near each other's) but hit it off so well, that they are completely oblivious to the entire lab, and work together in tandem, no issues faced either way, helping each other with the weighing, the pouring, the drying, the tests, making reagents, and everything together. They even sing songs in unison while taking readings and doing titrations— much to the annoyance of the teachers.

Character A getting upset/messing up the experiment when Character B doesn’t show up in the lab

Lab at 7:30. Character A is super sleepy during instructions, and doesn't hear a word, Character B meanwhile writes down all the instructions, and once the actual practical starts, hands Character A all the instructions, and tells them, "alright, this is your headache now. I'll be sleeping in the corner if you need me"

Character A rushed to the lab early morning without any breakfast, and four hours later, they look almost dead. Character B realises this, and sneaks them out of the lab for a little snack. The teachers would not appreciate anyone fainting inside the lab.

Writing the practical report file late at night, on videocall, discussing the week's experiment, and cribbing about how much work they have to do.

Writing the practical report file IN the lab, sitting on the floor, in one of the corners, when they're tired of doing the experiment, because the lab is five hours long, and the professors will not allow stools or chairs. Because they don't. "You're not a physics student!"

Writing little love notes on paper and leaving them pressed under vials of sulphuric acid and sodium hydroxide and nitric acid.

Character A and Character B find themselves stuck in a long queue in line for filtration of a precipitate, and end up talking to each other, realising they have much more in common with each other than just despising the heat in chemistry practicals.

Character A only ever sees Character B in the Lab. Hair bunned up/tied back, always under the safety glasses and lab coats; one day, though, Character A gets late in leaving the lab, and finds themselves leaving along with Character B, who, outside the lab, not only looks completely different, but is an absolutely different personality.

Getting extra chemicals for each other “just cuz” so they don’t have to run back and forth.

Alternatively, dividing the lab work between them so as to get it done faster.

They start sending each other chemistry jokes/reels and things, and that blossoms into late night talks and eventually… falling for each other… and then one of their friends goes “OH so you guys got your chemistry because OF chemistry?!” And nobody laughs at that joke.

Lab practical exams— Characters A and B Hope they get the same practical, so they can cheat on it, by performing all experiments together. BONUS: if they divide the work once again, and A makes all the graphs and takes readings while B carries out the experiment—

I’ll probably come back with more later on, but for now, College Chemistry AUs? Prompts welcome~

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bucksboobs · 1 year

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Oh are we doing a dash of copaganda about how harm reduction is the work of Satan..... fine.

I'm going to say something kinda rude but not untrue: with any medication that has a neurological effect, a good doctor will gradually wean the patient off to end the treatment. The idea that illicit substances should be different is not only wrong but dangerous. There's a reason quitting "cold turkey" is so hard. A body that has adapted to a substance is going to go into a tailspin whether that substance is an antidepressant or alcohol. Titration is proper treatment.

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toastsnaffler · 5 months

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my supervisor AND my manager both aren't in today so I'm just practicing shit... im boored

#ive done 2 rounds of free fatty acid titration + gonna do a round of dh spectophotometry this afternoon to mix it up...#i was meant to be working more on emc w my supervisor but cant do it without her here so. we wait #i mean its not that boring i like doing the actual work. but theres just so much waiting inbetween stages #and its not a long enough length of time to go do anything else so i just have to stand around and look busy..#yawwwn. wish i had more to do to distract me from thinking im fighting for my life defending the mental fort against le depression #tis the season innit. its weird bc on some levels im doing far better this year than i have the past few years like im managing it rly well #mainly through heavy control of how im allowing myself to talk + think abt things im trying to nip anything -ve in the bud #prevention is better than having to drag my limp cold body back out of that hole #but also at the same time. there are things im deeply dissatisfied with + cause me a lot of pain to think abt #which im having to shelve bc most of them are beyond my ability to solve. or just take time/alternative environments #and also bc ik that this time of year i dont have the mental tools or energy to dedicate towards solving anything complex #so im just. very detached from how i feel. locking that shit in the back of the freezer until spring. what can u do yknow #at least i have a job to keep me busy and make me too tired to think in the evenings. im surfing this shit fine for now #OKAY five more mins and i can take this stuff out of the incubator and go to lunch woohoo #this rambling is what HAPPENS when i dont have enough to do at work. smfh #.diaries

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queers-of-marybelltownship · 1 year

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well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where moonmates are actually a thing. And the five stages really are a bitch.

Or the fifteenth installment of the SKZ!pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ drabble, SKZ!pack, skz!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!Prequel, skz!pack prequel, pack prequel series, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz x you, skz x reader, fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: Out of the Closet

“Ow. Noona!”

Your forehead once again knocks with Seungmin’s, and you pull back with a frustrated huff of breath, slipping your fingers out from beneath his waistband as you do so, making sure he doesn’t miss the exasperated look you throw his way.

“Oh my god, you’re such a poor sport.”

He rolls his eyes, narrowly avoiding knocking over a broom as he tries to create space between the two of you.

“I’m not the one who picked a janitor’s closet in the campus library for a romantic tryst.”

“I was trying to be spontaneous!”

“Spontaneity doesn’t look good on you, noona.” The beta deadpans, a smirk crossing his lips, as you throw up your hands in exasperation.

Well, as close to ‘throwing’ as you can get in the cramped quarters of a supply closet on the third floor of the library.

“I give up.”

Seungmin blinks at you blankly, slowly-one time, two times, three times-and then, “Can we go back to studying now?”

You groan and sink back against the door.

“Kim Seungmin. You’re the worst.”

“I know.” The beta replies cheerily, catching you off guard by leaning forward and lightly knocking your foreheads together once more. He grins, sharp canines on display. “Minho-hyung tells me that all the time.”

“He’s right, you know.”

“I know.” Seungmin simply replies again, before he lets his lips connect with yours.

It’s nice, kissing Seungmin. He’s slow and methodical and firm, and he always tastes like mint chapstick, and in the dimly lit interior of the janitor’s closet, you let yourself stop thinking for a moment, hand going around to cup the back of the beta’s neck, pulling him closer, nose filled with the scent of citrus laced ginger.

And then, like the spoil-sport he is, Seungmin breaks off the kiss.

“Minnie.” You whine in response, and he rolls his eyes.

“We seriously need to study now.”

“God, you’re killing me here.”

He arches a brow and leans back against the shelving behind him, careful not to jostle any of the dozens of cleaners lining the rack, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You killed me the moment you dragged me into this closet.”

“Touche.” You shrug and glance around. “What, you don’t like my choice of rendezvous point?” You reach out to finger a mop handle leaning on the wall beside you. “I think the mops really add to the atmosphere actually.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes and exhales a harsh breath through his nose in response.

You’ll take it.

“Fine. Let’s go study.”

The beta grins.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Gross. Get out of my closet.”

**********

✨ Stage I: Denial ✨

Your head is starting to feel like cotton and your eyes are blurring hours later, as you try to focus on the textbook page before you, Seungmin quietly, dutifully, still scribbling pages of notes across the table from you.

You swear, the beta’s a machine.

You sit back in your chair and sigh loudly, hoping to get your point across as you shoot Seungmin a sidelong, hopeful look.

“No.”

You groan and let your head slouch to the cool wood of the library table.

“C’mon, Minnie. You’re a slave driver.”

Seungmin sighs in response and finally looks up from his notes, eyeing you over the dark rim of his glasses with open exasperation.

“Can you tell me every titration rate and time from memory without referencing your notes or textbook?”

You groan again and squeeze your eyes shut. There’s a headache starting.

“No.”

“Then you haven’t studied enough.”

“Minnie.” You whine again, louder this time, and the beta across from you visibly rolls his eyes.

“I’m trying to help you.”

“No, you’re trying to kill me.”

A beat of silence and then, “Fine.”

Seungmin snaps his book closed with a loud thud, startling you, and you glance up at him, hope renewed. He settles back in his chair and you wilt again.

“Let’s take a break then. And talk about something.”

“Ugh.” You shudder. “That sounds terrible. Let’s just go back to studying.”

“The moonmate thing.”

Your ears perk, because it’s not what you had expected him to say, but you keep your head dutifully on the table, and instead, grumble out begrudgingly, “What about it?”

Seungmin taps his fingers along the table in thought. “It’s real.”

You start upward so fast you see stars, and stare, dumbfounded, across the table at the serious beta.

“What?”

Seungmin shrugs. “Yeah. Like, it’s not some bullshit, fated, romantic mate thing influenced by the stars or the moon or whatever else people believe, it’s actually based on complicated primal biology, wolf behavior tendencies and Darwin’s ‘Survival of the Fittest’ theory, but it’s definitely a thing.”

You stare at him blankly, mouth agape.

“Why are we-”

“And Chan-hyung is yours.”

You swear you black out for a second, and when you come to, the beta across the table from you is still staring at you seriously, no hint of joking found in his dark eyes.

What. The. Fuck.

“WHAT?”

Seungmin sits back in his chair and pulls an apple from his backpack, taking a bite and chewing casually as if he hasn’t just tilted your entire world on its axis.

He cocks his head, studying you, and you feel like a bug trapped under a microscope.

A very confused, very shocked, very appalled bug. That maybe wants to throw up.

“Yeah. I’ve known since the day Changbin-hyung first introduced him to us.”

“And you didn’t say anything?!”

“What was I supposed to say?” Seungmin challenges, rolling his eyes, even as you continue to stare at him in open shock. He pitches his voice into a representation of past Seungmin. “‘Noona, hyung’s studio bro? The one who you objectively hate with a fiery passion? Yeah, he’s totally your equivalent of a werewolf soulmate. Congrats. But also condolences.’”

“No, but a little warning would’ve been nice!” You splutter out, head still spinning.

Seungmin shrugs casually and goes back to his notes.

“Consider this your heads up then.”

You sit back in the chair heavily and stare at the ceiling with nothing short of despondent woe.

“I think I’m gonna go back to the janitor’s closet. But this time, it’ll be to cry.”

*******

✨ Stage II: Anger ✨

“Holy fuck.”

You rest your forehead against the chipped formica of the booth’s table-you seem to be finding yourself in this exact position a lot today-and nod miserably without looking at him.

“That’s what I said.”

Chan sits back, eyes still wide and face still contorted into utter disbelief.

“So that means-” “Yep.”

“And you and I-”

“Yep.”

A headache is pounding behind your left temple.

The other alpha lets out a long, low breath, controlled between his teeth, and then says with newfound perspective, voice slightly wondrous now, “I mean. It makes sense in retrospect I guess? The way I saw your picture and felt I had to meet you. And how you normally hate rain but my scent makes you feel safe and that’s always been confusing-”

The headache is now a persistent hammering migraine in the base of your skull.

“For the love of God, please stop talking.”

Chan immediately shuts up. “Right. Sorry.”

You take in a deep, steadying breath, and push yourself up from your slumped position on the table, fingers already blindly reaching for the glass of alcohol beside you.

It’s empty.

You immediately regret downing it in one go when you first arrived.

The pain in your head is getting worse by the second.

Chan eyes you warily from across the table, chewing on his bottom lip, clearly deciding whether it’s worth your obvious wrath to speak again or not, and then finally he says quietly, “Did you feel anything weird?”

You narrow your eyes and stare at him like he’s just grown a third head.

“What?”

He clears his throat and looks around, as if he’s about to ask you something entirely too private for anyone else to hear. He leans across the small table and repeats his question.

“When we kissed? Did you feel anything weird?”

You continue to stare at him until the words make sense in your brain.

“Did I feel anything weird when we kissed? What the hell does that mean?”

Chan shrugs. “I dunno. Like an indication we were moonmates or whatever?” He looks thoughtful, then snaps his fingers. “Like that kids’ movie. About Dracula? The ‘zing’ thing!”

You honestly don’t know if he’s just not making sense, or the one drink you had upon arrival is already starting to jumble your senses.

You go with the first option.

“Christopher, I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

He holds out his finger for you to wait and pulls out his phone.

“Aha!” He exclaims triumphantly after a moment of searching, turning the phone to you so you can see the results-Hotel Transylvania-splashed brightly across the screen.

The brightness makes your headache flair anew.

You promptly slam the phone down on the table and squint at him until your eyes come back into focus.

“I legitimately think you’ve lost your mind.”

Chan sighs and slips his phone back into his pocket. “Okay. I guess what I’m asking is did you feel anything different?” He looks slightly unsure now, his expression serious. “With me?”

You stare at him for another moment longer in open disbelief.

“Besides incredible self loathing from the moment we met? No.”

Chan sighs and sinks back into the booth, looking utterly helpless.

“I’m joking.” You soften your tone a little and he meets your gaze once more hopefully. You shrug. “Well, mostly.”

He taps his fingers along the table and stares you down.

“Go on a date with me.”

You stare at him blankly.

“This doesn’t count as a date?” You ask helplessly, hoping he’ll drop the idea all together.

“Not in the slightest.”

No such luck.

“Helping Felix through his heat didn’t count as a first date in your mind?” You try again, already knowing the answer.

Chan shakes his head firmly, and you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking down into the worn pleather of the booth, even as you glare at him.

“I saw your dick, dude.”

He arches a brow, and a slight smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Still doesn’t count, dude.”

Damn him. Damn his adorable dimples and his adorable curls and his adorable big brown eyes and-

“Fine.” You throw your hands up in the air in defeat. “Take me on a stupid date or whatever.” You point a stern finger at him. “But don’t think, for one second, that this is going to change anything about the way I feel about getting stuck with you as a moonmate.”

Chan grins.

The air smells like spring rain and your headache is suddenly nowhere to be found, but you refuse to dwell on that.

“Understood.”

*******

✨ Stage III and IV: Bargaining and Depression ✨

“So, do you wanna see the studio?”

You stop dead in your tracks, hands dug deep into the pockets of your coat, and stare at Chan’s back like he’s just said the stupidest thing in existence.

He must realize you’re no longer following behind him, because he turns to glance back at you, already holding open the door to the music department building.

He cocks a confused brow at you.

“What?”

“You seriously did not just use that line on me.”

“It’s not a line-!” He sputters immediately, ears going red and cheeks flushing. “I was seriously just inquiring if you wanted to come in with me and see it while I grab my thesis paperwork-”

“Shut up.” You command as you push past him, into the welcome warmth of the building, Chan eventually letting the door fall closed and falling into step beside you as you stomp down the hallway.

“I swear it wasn’t a line-” He’s still talking, stumbling over himself, and you roll your eyes as you reach the end of the hall.

“Oh my god, Christopher!” You whirl to face him and his eyes go wide, his jaw hanging agape, as you glare him down with obvious ire. “It almost would’ve been better if you had just confidently admitted that it was a line, because this is painful.”

He stares at you for another moment, the air crisp with chill, your glower fixed on him, and then he laughs. He laughs.

“So what if I said it was a line?” He asks, arching a brow, holding your gaze, leaning up against the wall beside you, and you suddenly feel your heart skip a beat in your chest.

His eyes are golden up this close, and you do everything in your power not to stare at the full bow of his lips.

“Was it?”

He smirks, cocking his head as he continues to study you. Then, “No, but if it was?”

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he waits for your reply, and an obviously subconscious action on his part should not be that hot, you should not be so fucking into it, but here you are, staring at the bulge of his tongue and trying not to completely lose your dignity.

“Would you have come with me anyway?”

You force yourself to look away from his mouth and sniff.

“No.”

He leans back then, and the tension is broken. He gives you an easy, amused smile.

“Well, good thing it wasn’t a line then.”

You shove past him, willing your heartbeat to slow in your chest, trying to keep up your annoyed front, cursing yourself for being so goddamn readable, the chill in the air fading with your departure.

“So are you gonna shut up and show it to me then? Or are we just gonna stand here all night?”

Behind you, Chan laughs, and you hear his footsteps resume.

You realize, at the end of the hall, that you have absolutely no idea where you’re going, but luckily, Chan has caught up with you, and stepping around your sudden stop, he gives you a slight, knowing smile over his shoulder, before pushing open a door labeled ‘student studio space.’

He bows cheesily as you step past him.

“Welcome to our humble abode.”

The lights are dim, the space lit up by a couple of computer screens glowing neon in the dark, and in front of one of them, a dark, huddled figure turns, pulling off headphones as the light from the hallway spills into the studio.

You stop dead in your tracks and stare at the surprised alpha, his headphones still dangling from his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Chan glances between the two of you with open curiosity.

“You two know each other already?”

“What the fuck, Joong.” You hiss out from between your teeth, as you stand frozen to the spot, staring at the other alpha, obviously caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “You knew him this whole time?!”

The shorter alpha throws out his hands, as if offering you a peace gesture, and looks appropriately contrite considering the situation.

“I mean. Yeah? He and Bin and I work on shit together all the time. We’re kinda partners when it comes to projects?” Hongjoong shrugs, and the smell of coffee wafts through the air at the motion. “I can’t believe Changbin didn’t mention it actually.”

“I’m going to kill him.” You fume, clenching your hands into fists at your side, as Chan moves to the desk to dig through some untidy piles of paperwork. “I’m literally going to murder him.”

“Pity.” Hongjoong says casually, spinning in his chair, looking entirely relaxed once more. “I heard you two just got back on talking terms.”

“Shut up.”

He grins and shrugs once more. “Yeosang kept us well updated on the situation.”

“I’m also going to murder him.”

“So wait-” Chan, seeming to find what he’s looking for, turns back to the two of you once more, cocking a curious eyebrow now. “-you guys’ packs are like-?” He hesitates over his choice of words, obviously struggling. Finally he decides on, “-friends, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong flashes sharp teeth in a wide grin. “Friends is a good way to put it. Basically, some of my packmates dated some of (Y/N)’s packmates and vice versa before we all found our spots, and now we’re just a huge ass intertangled mess of queer college students belonging to two packs who go to the gym and studio together and study at the library and occasionally fuck when we’re in the mood.”

Chan chokes on the sip of water he has just taken.

“Just kidding on that last one.” Hongjoong grins, with a wink in your direction.

You roll your eyes.

“How Hwa ever lets you out in public I’ll never know.”

Chan is still coughing in an effort to regain his breath, but his ears perk at the name.

“Wait-Seonghwa, right? I’ve met him once.” He glances at Hongjoong, who is currently fiddling with the headphones around his neck. “No offense, dude, but he’s kinda terrifying.”

Hongjoong shrugs. “None taken.” He smirks, dark eyes flashing. “I like my men to be able to physically and emotionally wreck me if I so ask.”

Chan visibly winces, and you laugh.

“Wanna hear something even more terrifying?” You ask, and the other alpha glances at you, a smile tugging at his own lips at your more obviously relaxed state, perched on the edge of the shitty futon in the corner of the small studio space. He nods, and you drop your voice, like you’re telling scary stories around a campfire. “Seonghwa and Minho used to date.”

Chan’s jaw drops so quickly that it has you and Hongjoong cackling in unison.

“No.”

“Yes!”

He glances to Hongjoong for confirmation, and the smaller man shrugs. “Swear to god, man, she’s telling the truth.”

“Shit.” Chan looks suitably horrified and on the verge of being turned on all at once. “That’s incredibly hot and literally terrifying all at the same time. Fuck.”

You nod sagely. “That’s what I’m saying.” Chan whistles beneath his breath.

“Wow.”

Hongjoong nods and pats Chan sympathetically on the shoulder, even as he does another spin on his computer chair.

“Yep. Don’t think about it too hard though. It’ll break your mind.”

*******

✨ Stage V: Acceptance ✨

You dig your hands back into your coat pockets as you exit the building into the crisp air of the night, Chan keeping step beside you.

He’s uncharacteristically quiet, and you glance sidelong at him as you turn the corner to the bus stop.

“You’re not still thinking about Minho and Seonghwa are you?”

Chan starts slightly, glancing guiltily at you, and you cock your head, raising an eyebrow at him teasingly.

“No. Although-” He sighs, his breath frosty, and glances up at the darkening sky. “-that really threw me for a loop.” He shoots you a glance. “And I’m not gonna say I won’t think about it later. I’m not impenetrable.”

You bite back a grin. “Fair.”

You walk in silence for several more moments, the snow crunching beneath your feet, and then you ask abruptly, “So, did this count as a date?”

Chan stumbles over his feet, then hurries to catch up with you once more, and you can feel his gaze locked on the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him. Not yet.

“Do you want it to be a date?” He asks, slightly breathless, and you’re not sure whether it’s because of your brisk pace or the cold air or something else entirely.

You shrug. “Sure.”

He sucks in a breath beside you, and you bite your bottom lip to stop from smiling as you finally meet his wide eyed gaze.

His irises are almost black in the evening light.

“The real question is, Christopher. Do you want it to be a date?”

He stares at you for another beat.

“Of course I do.” You nod and continue walking, dropping his gaze now, because the beaming smile on his face is too much for you to handle right now.

You also don’t want him to see your own either.

Not yet.

“Okay. Then it’s a date.”

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WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

#rattles the bars of my cage #if you even care

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When will wood said "they say grow up be a mam cause until then you're nothing but a short haired girl"

When will wood said "i was nothing before, so i couldn't have asked to be born"

When will wood said "never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted, just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect"

When will wood said "dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed. Only plastic never die"

When will wood said "you fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel. Try to make room in your skull but it's full of them. All of the things that you think and think about thinking. I know it's hard, but they’re not who you are. They're white noise"

When will wood said "and a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself. So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?"

When will wood said "baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you? And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me jow could you tell me how and if i'm still pretty?"

When will wood said "it's lonely out here socrates"

When will wood said "but i'll tell you what i'm not afraid to die, i'm more afraid of what might happen first. Either way it's not like we'll get out alive. I can't say that i know which one is wrose"

When will wood said "everybody knows that, nobody knows that, everybody's in on my motherfucking business"

When will wood said "so come on, William, grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl"

When will wood said "everything's useless especially songs, it think the truth is that everyone's wrong. Still sing along, still sing a long long time. I might keep looking for nothing to find, they say "keep tracking it's all in your mind, jimmy you're fine," end of the line, gaining speed, wrapping trees"

When will wood said "oh are you at all like me? Do you know what i mean, or am i too close to see? Someone, anyone!"

When will wood said "why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem, not the things you do but something deep inside."

When will wood said "I might be a saint worth steeple, i might be the brain of evil. Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me."

When will wood said "Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder. sure you'll see my point of view, I'd bring you with me to the office in my pocket, but the world would put us down. Lock me up and toss the key. You might seem behind bars but friend this cage is inside out.."

When will wood said "Is there cheese in the great beyond? Rinds of parmesan, wine to water, night from dawn. Life gets shorter, teeth grow long. Mind me not and I’ll mind my own and my mind’s not one bite smaller or lesser than yours. Do I belong in right and wrong? Nature, I guess."

When will wood said "Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick. Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror. I guess it’s just something people do."

When will wood said "Ain’t your you-dentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain?You’re not your thoughts, you’re not your brain, you’re just the character you’ve made. Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts come together to believe they’re you, and not just chemistry"

When will wood said-

#will wood #in case i make it #can somebody please physically stop me from continuing this #i am so fucking normal i swear i am so normal i even go to normal people school i swear there's nothing wrong with me #i go to a fucking queer youth movment group and a school for mentally ill kids but somehow i still have no to talk about will wood with #what the fuck is this clownary #i thought i went past my will wood obssetion but here we are #i have continued this #it's just becoming a list of all my favourite will wood lyrics at this point #send help #I have got.. to get... normaler....

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Alchemy 410, Chapter 4: Catalysis

SUMMARY: Illyth Arabana and Gale Dekarios can’t be in the same room without wanting to throttle each other. Can they survive being lab partners in their fourth year alchemy class?

Gale and Illyth are slogging through the most tedious part of their project but Illyth can barely stay awake.

RATING: M

PAIRING: Gale/OC

TAGS: Enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, pre-canon, academia, alchemy, lab partners, slow burn, height difference, eventual smut, a couple of nerds fall in love

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

Drip.

“Gods, this is taking forever,” Illyth groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she watched the pale pink fluid drip through the buret and into a flask below. The titration was a tedious, painstaking process. It required consistent attention, as there was no room for error. There was a chemical indicator in the fluid dripping through the buret tube that would turn the solution a faint robin’s egg blue when chemical equilibrium was reached. If the titration went on for a moment too long, the potion would be ruined and the process would need to be restarted.

The pair were in Gale’s dorm room once again. It was their third attempt that month to successfully titrate the potion to its equivalence point, having failed twice already. The two of them squabbled about whose fault it was that prior attempts were unsuccessful, but culpability did not change the fact that if they could manage to get the titration correct, they would still need to reproduce the results twice after that.

“Why haven’t we found a more efficient way to do this?” Illyth complained. “Who in the hells has time to sit here like this?”

“You do, apparently,” Gale snorted. He was leaning against the foot of his bed, squinting at an Alzhedo language textbook and scribbling notes onto a piece of parchment next to him.

“Clearly,” Illyth replied, trying to stifle her ire. Her patience was running thinner than usual and she was struggling to stay awake. With midterms approaching, she was operating on a serious sleep deficit. Because of her and Gale’s respective schedules, the only time they could meet was later in the evenings when Illyth’s fatigue was more difficult to ignore. She drew a deep breath and sighed, blinking a couple of times to clear the haze of exhaustion.

Behind her, Gale muttered under his breath as he flipped back and forth between the parchment and the textbook.

Illyth smirked to herself. “Having some trouble over there, prodigy?”

“Shut up,” Gale sneered, shooting an irate glance at Illyth, who chuckled in response. She turned the stopper on the buret and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“May I take a look?” she asked, turning to face Gale. “As a student of arcane linguistics, I believe I may be able to assist.”

Gale huffed in a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. “Fine.”

Illyth blinked hard, trying to refocus her bleary eyes. She scooted over next to Gale and peered down at the assignment in front of him. Her eyes flicked between the textbook and the parchment. The book was about the history of the Genasi in the Old Empires, written by a sage from Calimport. Illyth was familiar with the author after taking this class last term.

“Gods, this is my least favorite book,” she grumbled. “Its grammatical structures are so awkward.”

Gale watched as Illyth ran her delicate fingers along each line on the page, tracing the sentences and muttering under her breath.

“Ah, yes, so,” she began. “Assuming you have Professor K’han’ar, which I would imagine you do since he’s the only one who insists on making people read this, he wants you to provide a timeline of the events leading up to and following the Spellplague their impact on Genasi society, but this is a trick question of sorts because Genasi lived in isolation until the Spellplague.”

She turned her attention to the notes Gale scribbled on the parchment beside him. She hummed in recognition as she scanned the page. “Your tenses are all over the place,” she remarked. “May I make a couple of suggestions?”

Gale shrugged and gestured passively to the parchment. “Be my guest.”

Illyth smiled softly. This was a rare opportunity for her to showcase her skills. She picked up the quill and sketched a chart at the top of the page that outlined the different tenses.

“Luckily, Alzhedo doesn’t have irregular verbs, unlike Elvish or Draconic,” Illyth commented. “This chart might help, though. I made it last term.”

Gale picked up the parchment and nodded approvingly. When Illyth laid the information out so plainly, the tense differences were much clearer to him. “This might be quite useful,” he said. His deep brown eyes met Illyth’s wine-red eyes and he smiled earnestly. “Thank you.”

“Mm-hm,” Illyth hummed, returning to the titration. She opened up the stopper once again.

Drip.

The rhythmic dripping had a hypnotic effect on Illyth, whose fatigue was only worsening. Her eyelids began to sag and, despite her best efforts to stay awake, she was beginning to doze off.

Drip.

Her neck slackened and her head lolled to the side. She jolted awake with a gasp, attempting to regain control over her exhaustion. Worriedly, she looked to the titration and sighed in relief, seeing that the robin’s egg blue neutrality indicator had yet to develop.

“Allow me to take watch,” Gale said. “If you go on much longer like that, the potion will be ruined. Again.”

Illyth snorted under her breath, considering arguing back to insist that she was fine.

“Alright,” she relented. Illyth scooted away from the alchemy instrumentation and traded places with Gale to lean against the foot of the bed. It felt like an admission of weakness and failure to allow Gale to take over, but there was no concealing that she was too tired to continue.

Her eyelids fluttered shut once more, but Illyth was too exhausted to realize that she was dozing off.

Drip.

Gale could hear Illyth’s soft snoring behind him as he watched the titration. She’d fallen asleep immediately. For all of her toughness and resolve, she was vulnerable now. Her posture was soft and at ease and her lips parted as she slept. Gale smiled to himself and shook his head at the obstinance of his lab partner. Even in her exhaustion, Illyth still felt the need to prove herself, to show him how capable she was. Gale couldn’t deny that their intellects complemented each other, but Gods she was acerbic. Nobody challenged him in the way she did, a trait that intrigued and irritated Gale in equal measure.

The potion took on a faint blue tinge and Gale immediately stopped the titration. He examined the liquid in the flask and swirled it around, appreciating the perfection he’d achieved. He took note of the changes in volume between the buret and the flask and recorded the measurements on the data sheet that Illyth made.

Gale sighed contentedly. They were only a third of the way done with the potion brews, but he felt a sense of satisfaction in finally achieving a perfectly neutral solution suitable for consumption. Gale eyed the instrumentation and glassware in front of him, pursing his lips in determination. There had to be a more efficient way to produce this potion. Perhaps if he toyed with the process a little longer, he could find a way. Even though his eyelids were growing heavy with sleep, the challenge of discovery was too compelling to ignore.

Gale lit another candle and started the next potion brew.

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Illyth awoke with a start at the sound of soft mumbling nearby. Early morning sunlight filtered through the windows, covering Gale’s dorm room in a soft, warm glow. She blinked several times, trying to clear the bleariness from her eyes.

She scanned the room, trying to get a sense of where she was. She didn’t recall having fallen asleep in Gale’s dorm room, but she did recall changing places with Gale to let him watch over the potion titration. Yet, there she was on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She assumed that Gale laid the blanket over her when he realized that she’d fallen asleep. Illyth smiled to herself, taking a moment to appreciate his gesture.

Three pale blue potion bottles sat on the makeshift lab table, corked and ready to consume. Illyth reasoned that Gale must have stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to finish the potions.

Gale was curled up with his head resting on the table, snoring and muttering in his sleep. He didn’t stir when Illyth draped the blanket over his shoulders before she left.

Whatever he was dreaming of, it was making him smile.

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