#what is a burette

[afrogsmoraldilemma]

new law announced; anyone who screws up in a group lab due to incompetence should be hung drawn and quartered

[seungkwansphd]

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.

[derangedangel]

Killer Duo - Isaac Lahey

Summary: Lydia’s throwing a Halloween party and your costume coordinates with Isaac’s

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Author’s Note: Apparently this was in my drafts in 2019 and I finished it in 2020. Why it never got posted, I’m not sure. The timing of this is funny cause I’m currently at work dressed as the character Isaac is dressed as. Anyway, reblogs and comments are appreciated. Happy Halloween!

“Lydia, I haven’t dressed up for Halloween since I was 12,” you said walking around looking at all the creepy Halloween decorations.

“And this is a costume party. You have to dress up or you can’t go,” Lydia replied walking in front of you heading straight for the costumes. 

“I have no idea what I should be. And most Halloween costumes for women are sexy now, which really means they’re short and inappropriate, and I am not doing that.”

The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even looked at any costumes yet and your already jumping to conclusions.”

“I’m just pointing out facts. Halloween used to be fun, then I grew up.”

“And now you’re at the age where you can dress up again,” Lydia smiled at you. “There’s just no candy this time.”

“So what’s the point,” you joked.

“Just come on,” Lydia said grabbing your arm pulling you towards the superhero costumes first. 

The two of you began to look through the racks of clothes. You ran a mental checklist of everything that wouldn’t work for you. 

Batgirl? No.

Iron Man? No.

Elastigirl? Hell no.

“Oh, what about Wonder Woman,” Lydia asked holding up the iconic armor for you to see. 

“Ehh,” you said fidgeting on your feet, “I don’t feel comfortable having my ass out.”

“Okay,” Lydia said sighing at how difficult you were making this. She stood next to you scanning the the other costumes in the superhero section and decided you were going to like any of them.

“What about a witch,” she asked.

“I guess I could be that,” you replied halfheartedly.

“No, I don’t want you buying something you don’t love. That’s the number one rule in fashion.”

“Lydia, why don’t you just look for your costume and I’ll find mines. I don’t want you to keep pulling outfits and I hate them all.”

Lydia turned and faced you. “Honey, I bought my costume weeks ago. No one is going to be wearing the same thing as me at my own party.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Duh, I should have known you already had your costume ready to go.”

“Yes, so this trip is all about you, my dear,” Lydia said tapping you on the nose making you smile. 

“Fine,” you replied. “Well, let’s go look at something a little more spookier then.”

_____________

“Barbie, eat your heart out.”

Lydia walked up behind you in the mirror and nodded. “You look good.”

“I look killer,” you laughed and Lydia smiled shaking her head. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your white dress, leather jacket, and combat boots. You grabbed your eyeliner pencil and added the final touch. Tiffany’s mole. 

Perfect.

As soon as you saw the Bride of Chucky costume, you knew you needed it. Lydia was just happy you didn’t go with Chucky so you didn’t mess up her bathroom adding all the wounds and fake blood on your face. 

About an hour later, the party was well under way and you already made your first rounds with Lydia. Now she off doing other hostess duties and you were people watching against the wall.

You saw Isaac across the room and smiled to yourself. You excused yourself through the crowd as you made your way across the room.

“Hey, Isaac. Nice costume,” you greeted, looking up at the tall burette in front of you. Well, he wasn’t brunette right now. He was wearing a red wig and a pair of Good Guys overalls. You snickered to yourself. Of course the guy you had a crush on would be dressed up as Chucky. He was basically the salt to your pepper.

“Thanks,” Isaac said, a grin lining his face. “And you are a... biker bride?”

You looked at Isaac confused and shocked. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“What,” Isaac smiled confused at your response. “Should I know who you are?”

“Yes,” you said laughing. You gawked at him as you held up your plastic bloody knife and pointed to your “Tiff” necklace. His eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m Tiffany...”

Isaac shook his head still lost.

“The Bride of Chucky...”

“Sorry. Still don’t know who that is.”

“Oh my God. Isaac, how are you dressed up as Chucky but don’t know who Tiffany is?”

Isaac shrugged. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on wearing a costume, but Lydia said I had to, then showed up to Scott’s house with this.”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself. “Of course she did.”

“Am I missing something,” Isaac asked wanting in on the joke.

“Lydia knew I was dressing up as Tiffany and she made you be Chucky... we’re basically a couple’s costume.”

“We are,” Isaac asked, his eyebrow raised and smirk slowly growing on his face.

“Uhh, I- I mean sorta,” you replied fidgeting where you stood. “Especially, now when we’re standing next to each other.”

Isaac took a step closer to you. “So I guess I better keep you close then.”

You’re eyes grew big but before you could response you were interrupted. 

“There you two are,” Lydia said walking up to you and Isaac. Her blonde ponytail wig bouncing with each step she took. She definitely was the only I Dream of Jeannie here. You doubted if most of the party even knew who she was, but they all knew she looked good. “Well don’t you look cozy together.”

“Lydia,” you said a little too sweetly for anyone’s liking. “I hear we have you to thank for Isaac’s costume.”

“What,” Lydia asked like she didn’t basically have you and Isaac in a couple’s costume. “I couldn’t have him come to my Halloween party not dressed up.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed crossing your arms over your chest.

“Anyway, everyone’s outside so we can take a group pic before anyone is too intoxicated to do it later.” 

“Lydia,” Stiles yelped running up. “Oh, hey guys,” he said waving to you and Isaac. You smiled and waved back before he began talking to Lydia. He was dressed up as Captain Tony Nelson, the perfect couple’s costume to Lydia’s Jeannie. “Um, so, I may or may not have gotten my Captain’s hat stuck on the roof... okay I definitely did. But it was Scott’s fault!”

“Seriously, Stiles,” Lydia fumed. “God,” she whispered under her breath shaking her head before turning to you. “Give it about ten minutes before the picture so I can get his hat down.” 

You laughed nodding your head. “Okay.”

The couple walked away, leaving you alone with Isaac. “Um, I’m going to go get something to drink. See you outside in ten?”

“Yeah,” Isaac said, giving you a slow and sexy smile. 

You turned and headed for the kitchen, letting out a long breath as you did. Isaac’s whole existence was driving you crazy. Although you did like the blue eyed boy, and you’ve been wanting something to happen for a while, he was making you incredibly nervous. You’d rather avoid him instead of potential embarrassing yourself. 

After you filled your red solo cup with the fruity punch being served, one of your classmates came up to you.

“Hey Y/N, cute costume.”

“Thanks!”

“I didn’t know you and Isaac were a thing.”

“Huh,” you asked confused.

“The couple’s costume,” they said hesitantly. “Chucky and Tiffany.”

“Ohh, duh” you said to yourself when you realized. “We’re not dating. We just happened to wear costumes that went together.”

“Oh... well, the two of you look good together,” they said shrugging then walked away.

All your friends were already outside ready to take the picture. Lydia handed her phone to the designated photographer, then went to stand next to Stiles. Scott was in the middle, with Kira next to him. Malia was next to Kira, while Stiles and Lydia were on the other side of Scott. You stood next to Malia, throwing your arm over your friend’s shoulder. Isaac stood near Stiles. 

After two pics were snapped, Lydia went to check the photos. She grabbed her phone, then looked up at the group. “Somethings not right...,” she said out loud, thinking to herself. “I know!” She grabbed Isaac by his arm and pulled him over to where you were standing. “That’s better. You’re costumes go together, so it makes sense,” she said smiling. She mumbled a quick you’re welcome to you before she handed the camera back over and went back to her place next to Stiles.

The person taking the pictures counted down “3, 2, 1,” then snapped a pic. But before you got to one, Isaac grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. You shrieked in response then started laughing. 

“Okay, now a funny one,” Scott yelled so everyone could hear. 

Isaac didn’t hesitate, quickly picking you up bridal style. You yelped, then immediately stuck your tongue out at him. Lydia’s phone flashed as the picture was taken, then everyone stopped doing their poses, but Isaac didn’t put you down.

You giggled before you spoke. “You can put me down now, Isaac. The picture’s over.”

“I said I should keep you close. So that’s what I’m doing,” he said smiling down at you in his arms. “And besides, if we’re next to each other people will think we’re a couple, so no guy will ask you to dance.”

You titled your head to the side, your eyes squinted slightly. “But we’re not a couple.”

“Give it a few weeks.”

Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp, slowly turning into a huge grin. You heard Kira giggling behind you and Stiles’s “yuck.”

[chemblrish]

Sometimes I feel so bad about myself and think I'm stupid and know nothing about chemistry, but then I remember some of the stories that our nuclear chem professor tells us in class about his first years (he also teaches fundamentals of chemistry lab).

Like the one where the students were supposed to perform an acid-base titration and one of them added NaOH with phenolphthalein both to the beaker and the burette. And actually proceeded to attempt a titration. They were surprised nothing happened. They accused the professor of maliciously giving them a bad sample!

Or the one where a student said, "professor, sometimes you say 'K plus' or 'Ca two plus' or 'Al three plus' - how do you know that? Can you give us some table we could memorize?" A TABLE OF ION CHARGES TO MEMORIZE ANSJDKIDKSN 😭

He tells them about a mistake in their lab report and how to fix it. They resubmit it THREE TIMES saying they corrected it. The mistake is still there. (Prof looked at us with sheer despair and went, "What am I supposed to do with this person?")

You could say, "oh! So then you feel better, right?" No, then I feel chemistry is doomed.

[cynosdaydream]

REPAINT MY HEART

What good is love if you have to beg and beseech to receive just a sliver of it?

Now playing: 你，好不好？/ How have you been? - Eric Chou

↻ ◁ II ��� ↺

Word Count: 1.7k Author's Note: Based off a real experience, sigh. (honorary tag for @noxellaa) CWs: Angst / No comfort, Breaking up, Mildly unhealthy relationship

“Hey, would I be a bother if I sit here?” You asked the blond. Albedo barely flicked his eyes over to you before he shook his head, laser-focused on the various equipment sitting on the table. Trying to make minimal noise in fear of distracting him, you sat on the spare chair normally meant for Sucrose to observe Albedo and take notes, watching how his brilliant teal eyes followed the reactions produced by the different chemicals mixing together in the flask, nimble hands jotting down notes on a piece of paper.

At this point, you were barely focused on how the acid dripped from the burette into the beaker. Instead, your eyes traced Albedo’s facial features;  the way his pupils would dilate when the experiment yielded results, the way he would bite on his lip while trying to get the exact measurements, the way his hair would barely move with how still he was when focused. The details of how everything went down that day was permanently etched into your mind, keeping you awake at night at times. Somedays, you begin to reminisce … 

“Albedo, can I tell you something?” He turns to you,  pen and clipboard still in hand, but eyes now focused on you.  The gesture which showed he was paying attention to you made your breath hitch. You turned your head to the side for a moment, trying to regain your composure. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for a while.” You began,  breath barely above a whisper. “I… I have feelings for you, Albedo. Not just platonic ones, but something more than that. I have romantic feelings for you, Albedo.” You still remember how he merely blinked at you a few times, causing you to fall into an awkward ramble. “But it’s fine if you don’t reciprocate! I won’t fault you for it, it’s perfectly fine-”

You still remember how he cut you off by grabbing your hands in his, stationery long forgotten. You still remember how he silently nodded his head, reassuring you that he indeed reciprocated your feelings. You still remember how he gently motioned for you to rest your head on his shoulder, and him trying his best not to move too much in fear of causing you discomfort. You still remember how that day, you drifted off to sleep on your new lover’s shoulder, and being tucked soundly into bed the next morning.

Ah, that feeling. You can’t put your finger on exactly how it felt. But if you were to try, you’d describe it as… heavy and weightless simultaneously.

Albedo’s way of loving wasn’t reckless  or the type that made you feel like you were soaring high up in the sky, it was the type of love that was like a subtle peek of the head from behind a wall; brewing a mug of whatever beverage you preferred when you came over, purchasing a chair with cushioning specifically for you to sit in, and going out of his way to run errands for you when you;’re occupied, regardless of how busy he was.

Maybe you weren’t there to witness him actually doing said things, but his actions spoke volumes about how much he loved you more than words could.

Love is such a funny thing, isn’t it? Everyone has their own unique experiences, some finding true love during their teenage years and some feeling like they’ll pass on before experiencing love. But that’s the beauty of it. You’ll never know what to expect when you enter a new relationship. Maybe it’ll end in a recital of vows, and maybe it’ll end with salty tears dripping onto floorboards. There’s really no way to tell how it’ll end from how it starts. 

That’s what you think when you lie on your bed, waiting for your lover to come home. This was becoming a common occurrence, you watching the hour hand spin from nine to twelve, with no sign of your lover coming back any time soon, until you hear the front door creak open. As soon as the sound reaches your ears, you walk out of the bedroom, almost immediately bombarding Albedo with a series of questions, “Where have you been? It’s already past midnight! Are you alright? Was work okay today?” 

He would always gently pat your shoulders and reassure you that he was just fine, and that it was expected that his occupation would force him to frequently work overtime, ending off with “Thank you for worrying about me, dear,” paired with a peck on the forehead.

But you should’ve known. Should’ve known that one day, this ‘routine’ would grow old, and he would grow tired of it. 

Again. Again you were home alone after dark, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the clock. You knew this feeling all too well. From reassuring you and answering your incessant questions, Albedo had started to simply nod and brush past you to walk straight to bed after coming home with no further interaction with you. You had a feeling this time was going to be no different as well.

Tears filled your eyes just thinking about it, the numbers and hands on the clock all merging together to form a puddle of colours. You absentmindedly locked your hands together as a way to make them stop shaking. What went wrong along the way? Have I not been good enough of a lover? Am I too overbearing? Clingy? These thoughts invaded your head as your gaze lowered to the floorboards, clenched fists trembling when you tried to lift them in a feeble attempt to wipe your tears. 

You’ve tried to communicate this to Albedo multiple times. You’ve tried to tell him you felt neglected at times, and that you would appreciate it if he could give you a tad bit more attention. However, this ‘communication’ was all for naught. Your lover would just give you promises that he would show you more affection, promises that you would soon find out were all empty. 

Love shouldn’t feel like this. Love shouldn’t feel like a fist gripping your heart so hard it hurts. Love shouldn’t feel like nails scratching on iron walls, trying to escape. Love shouldn’t feel like your throat is constricting, while you helplessly gasp for air.  

Something had to be done about this ‘love’.

The familiar sound of the front door opening had no effect on you anymore. Instead of jumping out of bed to greet Albedo like a puppy, you stayed put in bed, waiting for him to come to you instead. “Dear.” Your lover’s silky voice filled the silence as he walked into the bedroom. It was obvious that you had recently cried, with the way your eyes were slightly bloodshot and the way your breathing was still uneven. “Are you alright, __?” You almost let out a laugh at his question. What did it look like? You took a few moments to regulate your breathing and to regain your composure before finally speaking. 

“What does it look like to you, Albedo? No, I’m doing just fine.” You barked, voice laced with sarcasm. Perhaps you didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but maybe it was the weeks worth of pent up frustration finding a way to manifest.

Albedo looked taken aback at your tone, at a loss for words. 

Taking his silence as a queue to elaborate, you continued, “I’m sorry for speaking to you like that. However, I’ve been meaning to have a serious conversation with you for some time.” 

You could see how he tried to turn away, trying to find an excuse to leave the exchange, knowing full well what was coming next.

“Don’t try to run away from this, Albedo.” Your tone was harsh, freezing him in his place. 

After a few minutes of awkward silence and shuffling around, the both of you were situated at opposite ends of the bed, and you were clutching a pillow while trying to articulate what you truly felt to him.

At first, your relationship and the love Albedo gave you felt like a blooming rose, layers of wine red petals unfurling and flourishing within you. However, with each passing day, the red began to dull, and the thorns on the stem became more and more apparent, piercing straight through you. But your bleeding heart still desperately poured blood unto the rose, as if trying to paint the wilting petals with colour again with the red liquid.

“I just feel like you’ve been…busy. I know it’s not your fault, and I should’ve known you would be busy, but I don’t wish to be unhappy like this any longer. Every night, I wait for you to come home, only for you to disregard me and go to bed straight away. And if I try to talk to you in the mornings, I can’t, ‘cause you’re off to your laboratory even before I wake up.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “So I’ll say this now– I’m breaking up with you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, feeling like a rope around your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t know you expected Albedo to say in response to you, but it definitely wasn’t a simple ‘okay’. “Okay…?” You parroted back to him in disbelief. “You have nothing else to say?” He nodded. You were in shock, but the realisation gradually set in.

If he didn’t care about your feelings before, why would he care about them now?

How stupid you were; to believe that he would finally care, finally listen and not just hear you this time. You just thought that maybe he would try to salvage the relationship; plead for forgiveness, or maybe even get on his knees as a show of repentance. But there was none of that– there were only those turquoise eyes that you once found so magnificent staring back at you blankly, the blue-green hues seeming dull to you now.

“Well, we’re done then.” You state firmly. “I’ll pack up my things by tomorrow afternoon and leave.” 

You then turn and slam the door shut behind you.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Dramione Blurbs continue.

Read the series here, if you wish.

Harry didn’t intend on so many people showing up to tonight’s dinner.

In fact, he wasn’t certain he had told anyone other than Hermione and Draco. But the day was so hectic, so crazy and eventful, that he might have let it slip.

Harry sighed. He really had no recollection of it all.

He sat in the middle of his parlor, waiting to greet all of the friends who continued to pour into his home.

Ginny, somehow, was prepared. An entire buffet had been set up. Decorations of pink and blue and white flowers filled the home.

And as he began to search the crowd for Draco, who had promised to arrive by eight that evening, he found his long time girlfriend staring at him.

In Ginny Weasley’s eyes was the kind of fire he knew too well. The kind of fire that told him she had heard of his lie that he told in order to draw Hermione over. To get her to agree to a night amongst friends.

A night with her thrown into the same room as Ron.

She lifted a perfectly groomed and copper tinged brow at him and smirked, before taking a long sip of her champagne.

That was when he knew that it was she that had invited what appeared to be the entirety of their classmates from Hogwarts.

A hand clapped Harry hard on the shoulder, jolting him back into motion. It unfroze the ice that ran through his veins as he pulled his gaze away from Ginny’s.

He looked over his shoulder to find Cormac McLaggen smiling at him, his smile broad and obnoxious as always.

“McLaggen,” Harry cleared his throat. “What are — how are you?”

Cormac lifted a glass of amber liquid to his mouth and grinned. “I’m perfect, mate. Finally tying that witch of yours down, then?”

Harry felt the tension in his shoulders building. “Still seeing Susan?” He asked, ignoring his question. Cormac also worked for the DMLE, but had graduated from an Auror and was now working as a lead prosecutor for the department. A sort of branch between the Aurors and the Wizengamot.

A bloody headache to deal with, for the most part.

Harry let his eyes wander over the crowd, still seeking his new partner out.

Part of his anxiety over Malfoy attending the party was due to the reception that might greet him. It was also partly due to the case they were now investigating. A case that left Harry feeling unease. Fear, even, the more he thought about it.

“No.” He took a drink and Harry watched as Cormac’s eyes brightened. Harry followed his line of sight to find Hermione entering the room, dressed in a simple black dress. Her hair was down with a single burette pulling the shorter layer of her hair back from her face. “I’m onto better and brighter things.” He clapped Harry again on the shoulder, a bit too roughly, before he bee-lined it for where Hermione was now stopped, talking to Luna Lovegood.

He considered rescuing Hermione but then realized that Ginny had been the one to invite him to the party, knowing the wizard had always held a bit of a torch for Hermione. And therefore, remained in his spot, knowing that somehow, this all fit into his sort of fiancé's plan.

That was about the time a sort of hushed murmur fell over the room.

Harry looked over to the Floo, finding Draco standing in front of it.

Still dressed in his clothes from work, Malfoy stared around the room, as if hunting for something. Or someone.

Harry opted to break through the tension. “Malloy, thanks for coming.” He reached out a hand, and almost laughed at the slight recoil at the gesture. The hint of a scowl pressed into his mouth, crinkling the space between Draco’s eyebrows.

But, still recoiling slightly, Malloy slid his hand into Harry’s and gave a brief squeeze, a quick shake before his eyes returned to the crowded room.

His pale eyes settled on the corner of the room where Hermione stood beside Luna. Cormac was now flirting ostentatiously with her.

Harry was briefly reminded of sixth year, when a similar scenario played out. Cormac getting cozy with Hermione. Draco entering a party he isn’t quite welcome at.

This time, however, Malfoy was invited by Harry himself. This time, Harry realized, Malfoy was staring at Granger with an intensity that didn’t quite make sense to Harry. He remembered, then, how Hermione had told Harry that Draco had apologized to her that day at his fathers trial. That she had ran into him in the hall and they had “reconciled their differences.”

Harry was about to bring it up but Draco sneered over at her. “What is Cormac McLaggen doing here?”

“Ah, Ginny invited him?”

Draco sent a frown his way before he stepped forward.

Harry followed Malfoy and that was, as it were, how he ended up stepping between two men at his sort of engagement party.

He had not seen it, then, for what it was. A pissing contest, of sorts. A means to woo the likes of Hermione Granger. Looking back, he could hit himself for being so oblivious.

But in the moment, Harry had assumed Draco simply hated McLaggen. Everyone hated McLaggen. Even Luna Lovegood frequently frowned at he wizard that seemed to find himself pressed into Hermione’s side, his arm slung carelessly over her shoulder.

“I heard you and Weasley broke up, Hermione.” Cormac was saying as the two men essentially stalked over to the trio.

“You did?” She was sipping at her glass of champagne, sending looks of incredulity to Luna.

“I did.” McLaggens hand wrapped around her shoulder, hauling her closer. “And I can’t help but recall that night at Slughorn’s Christmas party all those years ago.”

“When we were 17?” It sounded like her throat had dried out.

Harry grimaced. Hermione had never gone into detail about what exactly had occurred between the two. But judging by the sharp blush that quickly bloomed on the apples of her cheeks, he had to imagine it was more than she was willing to admit.

“Fancy on repeating history?”

Draco reached them first. His eyes were cold and stormy as he bore holes into McLaggens head. Hermione was staring down at her champagne.

“Oh.” Luna smiled at both approaching wizards.

“Granger,” Malfoy drawled and Harry was instantly sent back in time. Rekindled with the oddity of his voice pulling the syllables of Hermiones name out. He never said her name like his or Ron’s. There was a hint of something more...respectful. Even with all of the mudblood bullshit, Draco only ever said her name with a hint of respect.

Hermione’s eyes nearly bulged out of her eyelids as her head snapped up. The blush on her face deepened, spreading to her neck. She choked air. On nothing.

Harry quickly recalled their lunch, when she choked. Right after he had told her who his new partner was.

“Malfloy?” McLaggen’s voice was incredulous. It was full of disbelieving humor and a hint of disgust. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been invited, McLaggen. What are you doing here?”

“Who invited you?” He looked at Hermione, as if seeking her approval.

“The groom.”

Hermione eyed Harry, warily.

“Uh, yeah. Malfoy just joined the department today. He’s my partner.”

Harry, in that moment, failed to notice the way Malfoy stared at Hermione. Stared like she was the only one in the room. Her eyes avoided his gaze. Looked at Harry, Luna, even McLaggen. All in an attempt to avoid the intensity of Malfoy’s eyes.

“You look lovely, Granger. As always.”

Harry’s eyes widened and his brows shot up into his forehead. Hermione ran a tongue over her lower lip and lifted her proud chin.

“Thank you.” She looked at McLaggen. “Would you mind accompanying me to get another drink, Cormac?”

Tension passed between Hermione and Malfoy. Luna grinned broadly at the group. As if well aware of what was going on. Loving every moment of it.

Harry hadn’t felt this oblivious in years.

“I’d love to.” Cormac offered his arm and everyone stared in disbelief as Hermione slipped her hand through the crook of his arm.

Draco fucking growled as the two turned.

“Is that new?” He whirled on Harry, as if he had done something wrong.

“What?

“I need a drink.” Draco grabbed the champagne suddenly hovering in front of his face. Luna offering up her own.

“I’m really happy you’re here, Draco.” She sang and then spun and left them both the brows pinched. Draco down the entirety of the glass and summoned a refill, and apparently, the house was more than happy to oblige.

“You didn’t tell me it was going to be a party. I thought this was going to be a dinner. And McLaggen, seriously?”

Harry bristled. “It was supposed to be a dinner. And I didn’t invite him. Ginny must have. She invited everyone.”

Draco chugged his second glass and lowered it, eyeing Harry. “Does that mean she isn’t upset about telling Granger that you had decided on a date?”

“No.” Harry loosened his tie and summoned his own glass. Full of Fire Whiskey. “It means she’s livid. Might as well sneak away and discuss the case now.”

Draco’s eyes were searching the room again, particularly in the direction Cormac and Hermione had disappeared to. “Not before I have another drink.”

He left Harry, heading for the kitchen.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @whoevenknowswhatimwriting!

OC Quotes

My prompt is: opinions on inanimate objects having names

Your prompt is: what do you do when your friend is sick?

I'll do the MG gang for this one ;)

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Astra: "Don't you be gettin' on my ass about namin' things. Dainin the rune pen, Francois the coffee maker, Jules the burette, Kathlin the test tube rack, and I don't appreciate it."

Mashal: "It's name might just be the Extraordinaire, but I talk to Astra's vardo from time to time. It feels... not alive, really, but like it has a personality. I'd definitely name my sword too if I could hang onto one for longer than a few weeks."

Ivander: "People name their possessions? What a curious concept. I try not to get that attached to any object, but if a person wants to name their toaster Carl, then that's their prerogative."

Elsind: "When I was little, I had a blanket I called Starry. It had, well, stars on it, and I slept with it every night. Since then, I haven't really had any possessions important enough to name."

Avymere: "Many inanimate objects have a lineage as long as any noble house. My rapier is named Moon's Eye, and it was forged over two thousand years ago. My family's throne is called Stesskalón - Songseat in old Elvish - and has been in this palace since the we Spearsongs came to rule Salis fifteen hundred years ago. If an object has been around long enough, it earns a name."

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I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @verba-writing @elizaellwrites @bloodmoonloveletter and anyone else who wants to give this a try :)

[shelf-care]

Welcome to my new series,

"Steel Crane, Silver Griffin"

This is a Witcher fanfiction that I’ve had in my head for a long time, all the characters in this story are original characters, I have only used the Witcher continent and the Witchers as a setting. Everything else is mine which I’m proud of.

There is no Geralt.

Just so everyone knows and I don’t disappoint you. This is set 1000 years before the witcher books, a 1000 years after the conjunction of the spheres.

I hope yall like it!.

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Mist clouded my view of the mountains from my room. The trees swayed from side to side as if waving to me and saying good morning. The sky said otherwise, angry and rumbling and threatening to let out a downpour of rain that would surely make the sea surly by the afternoon. In my next of blankets I sighed. I hadn’t been back to Kear Seren in a few months, the longest I had been away since I had first arrived. I stretched to feel the cold wood of my bed frame touching the balls of my feet. I wanted nothing more than to stay in here comfortable and warm as the sea breeze turned my skin to goose bumps. The embers in my fireplace had gone out hours ago, smoke and ash the only thing remaining. I turned, my body facing the window fully, and the cliffs below my window broke the waves of the ocean in a rhythmic pace. 

A breath escaped my lips once again as I closed my eyes. I was home, and I did not intend on leaving again so quickly. That is if it had been my choice.  My horns had wrapped themselves up into my sheets, putting a hole into the new set I had just been given. I ground thinking about what the headmaster would say this time. “Better not to say anything.” The thought escaped my lips. Stretching again as I sat up, I moved the bedspread aside, my feet now hitting the stone which had captured all the cold of the night. Spying my armor from across the room I couldn’t help but give a slight smile. The twin swords I had earned, the armor I had made myself over two years of work, and finally, my books which I had been memorizing since I could talk. I looped a belt over bandolier, Tunic over chainmail and finally boots slipped over my feet which had been covered in woolen socks. 

-

Coming to the end of the winding staircase I could hear my fellow witchers, clambering for breakfast while some had come to stay for merely a night, such was the life we had all been called to. I pinned my hair back behind my horns, hoping it would stay up during breakfast. “Marabella!” A hand waved to me as I stepped forward avoiding the many other warriors in the castle. “Took you long enough. What were you doing anyway?” Burett asked. His faded hair streaked with white and black made him appear older than I, but we were the same age of course. His face was stubbled aside from the mustache he had chosen to grow over the summer season, he laughed,  taking in his morning ale. “I dreamed I was walking in the woods, and low and behold the Gods had blessed me with a man. We were making sweet love before I was rudely woken up.” I gripped his tankard of ale, taking it from his loose hold and drank the remaining drops before he could. His jaw hung low before he laughed. “Marabella, the sweet, Marabella the soft. Marabella, the world would be too cruel to you.” He laughed as I sat down, tankard slammed down in jest. “It definitely was to you when you grew that horrid mustache.” I winked and gave a full hearted laugh, everyone else at the table joined in the jests as well and breakfast went over as well as one could in the keep. 

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The master of our order; Master Aber of the gray hills came to the front of the hall, calling our attention just with the way he walked. His built body seemed that of a twenty year old youth, but his wrinkles and grey hair had said otherwise. He stepped on the center platform that was used for announcements, our new queries, the path was never too long abandoned. “War has broken out among the many lords of Zerrikania,” His words lazy and tinged with age, his blue eyes still very much alive with zeal. He held up a contract. “The royal family have asked Witchers of all factions to accompany them to a masquerade, there, they will choose a witcher to serve as their personal bodygaurds till the royals death, or when this war has subsided. It is a very honerable proposal, however I know how all if not most of you are, stubborn, flighty, and worst of all compulsive.” He was silent as the room rumbled with people talking amongst themselves. Burret waved off the idea. “Who would want to be some queen's lapdog? The path is what matters. The money is shit, however the freedom? You can’t wish to put a price on that.” He smiled slickly, taking a long draw from his pipe. “Some of us like living in luxury dear Burret.” I leaned over whispering in his ear. I could feel the chill run down his spin as I’d tickled his ear with my breath. He looked at me, and gave me a side smile which had been noticeable enough for most to see his teeth. He leaned closer his ear inches from mine. “I can show you luxury you could never comprehend dear Marabella.” His voice was thick and husky. My breath would’ve hitched if I hadn't known what he was like in the bedroom already. “We both know I am the one who knows best dear friend.” I hummed looking back to our master. “Do I have any volunteers?” He asked, breaking through the quiet of the room. “I will be our representative Master Aber.” I stood, my leathers shifting with my body. “Pack your things Ms Marabella. Your contract, and supplies will be provided for by the end of today.” I nodded my head and that was the end of that.

[multiversxwhore]

What’s it’s like having a Leo mom and an Aquarius: Pros and Cons

*disclaimer: these are just my opinions, and things I experience with MY Leo mom. Also, Aquarius and Leo are sister signs…so of course we don’t get along that well lol.

Cons

My mother will start a conversation with me, let’s say it’s about what is means to professionally dress. If I start getting too “passionate” she will literally dismiss me by way of changing the subject, or literally ignore me and do something else. Then she’ll complain about me being in my room all day with the door closed, and that I never want to talk to her. When I explain to her why I don’t, she gets offended and then says she feels like I’m attacking her.

Makes every conversation about her, or finds a way to relate it back to her. Then continues to over talk you in order to keep hearing herself talk.

Consistently tries to outshine you, on purpose, and then pretends they don’t understand why you’re upset

Upholding you to a high ass standard, and continuously reminds you of the mistakes you’ve made

Pros

Will love you thee fuck down no matter what, saying this from my inner child, my mom did whatever she could to make us happy as kids. She was pretty much a single mom so it wasn’t like we was getting air Jordan’s every week. But I believe she expressed her love through her cooking, and doing our hair. I’m a 2000s baby, so we didn’t get swirled edges, and all that. Best believe we had hundreds of hair accessories: beads, burettes, hot combs, hair grease etc.

Loyalty: if it’s one thing a Leo mom is gonna do is defend their kids till they’re blue in the face. Lmao, she always saved face in front of others, she never let nobody embarrass us, especially teachers.

As far as activities like hanging out, or going to the mall, we’ve typically always had a good time. At times it felt like I was with a friend rather than my mom.

[rifleseye]

".... Sir? ...What's the difference between a pipette and a dropper?" Skydive asks, wings twitching uncertainly. Is he trying to look smaller than he is? Yes he is.

"Ah." He smiles slightly, hoping to at least ease Skydive's timidness a little. There's nothing wrong with asking about something one doesn't know. "The terms are used interchangeably. Though there is a difference between a pipette dropper and a burette dropper. The burette uses a stopcock at the bottom to control the release, while a pipette has a system that releases liquid in the desired amount by lessening the vacuum."

[narcoticwriter]

what on earth are you doing with a burette

I was looking for the word ‘dripper’ I just forgot what it was called.

[ribcage-musings]

titration lab

when i first learned about titrations

i hated them

equivalence points and pKa’s and molarity calculations

i carved S shaped curves into my mind and still couldn’t understand

what exactly made them work

i am not a patient person

i dreaded sitting there for hours watching the

drip, drip, drip,

of the strong base or acid

one drop at a time, to get an accurate result

one drop the difference between pale success and bold failure

it didn’t take me long to figure out that

one drop is nothing.

we would be here forever if we did what we were supposed to and

took our time

so i turned the stopcock and let it run too long

five mLs, ten mLs

until the solution was solid pink

and my lab report had 200% error.

when you snapped at me for the first time, it was a drop in clear solution.

i am not a patient person. i never swirled my flasks thoroughly enough. i let tens of milliliters of titrant flow out of the burette before i even thought about slowing down.

one time, my lab partner and i forgot to add the indicator

and it took us 40 mLs of sodium hydroxide before we realized something was wrong

one drop of phenolphthalein

and the whole solution bloomed bright pink

sudden and all at once and way too strong

you held a pillow to my face until i begged you to let me breathe.

one drop is nothing.

the solution stays crystal clear

until it rides the S shaped curve up

and approaches the equivalence point

but by then, it is often too late

and i haven’t swirled enough, or been vigilant enough

and instead of disappearing into clear liquid

the phenolphthalein pink stays

bright as cherry lipstick

and the mark blooming on my cheek

the day you hit me was the day i finally figured out titration curves.

weak acids buffer the pH change

when you add a strong base

and they share the same ions

but eventually, add enough base

and the delicate balance is ruined with one drop

hot pink flaring in an erlenmeyer

how much does it take?

five? ten? twenty?

how many drips before i’ve had enough?

[vixlenxe]

[ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine [ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey

Durante would look at his fiancé for a long moment , once again she was sitting on his lap and he couldn't help but be memorized by her. Hence why he started kissing her along her back gently and feather like starting from her shoulder blades until he reaches just below her hair line. His grip around her waist tightened as he gave her a hickey in a less then noticeable place. Once he was done he would return back to his reading.

oddly specific sensual touches.

Long burette hair was really the only thing that shield her long elezen neck from the world. typical of those of Tiffanie’s race, long necks are almost as common as their long ears. Said ears of hers seemed to pick up as Dante’s movements, & then flick wildly at her fiancée’s suddenly affectionate against her back & shoulders.

“D-Dante!!” Her voice squealed a bit, face quickly steaming red. “A-Ah!” An unsavory sound left her, as he nibbled & sucked against her skin, & gripped her hips so tightly, keeping her from wiggling away. “M-mhm!” She tried to keep her mouth closed, yet it didn’t stop sounds & hums from leaving her-

- just for them to stop all the same, once the man released Tiff from his hold & from his affectionate assault. Her head snapped back to look at Dante, face bright red, a little dizzy & just... in shock.

“... W-what...?” She just... looked & sounded confused & flustered beyond belief.

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What is an Automatic Titrator? 

An automatic titrator is a laboratory instrument designed to automate the process of titration. It is a quantitative chemical analysis technique used to determine the concentration of a specific substance within a sample. Majorly, such a process carries on in industries that deal with liquid handling equipment. 

How Does an Automatic Titrator Work?

Sample Preparation: The sample is prepared and placed in a suitable vessel, such as a beaker or flask.

Titrant Delivery: A precise volume of titrant, a solution of known concentration, is dispensed into the sample using an electronic burette.  

Endpoint Detection: The titrator monitors the reaction between the titrant and the analyte in the sample. This can be done using various methods, including:

Potentiometric Titration: Measures the change in electrical potential as the titration progresses.  

Conductometric Titration: Measures the change in electrical conductivity of the solution.  

Photometric Titration: Measures changes in light absorption or scattering.  

4. Endpoint Determination: The titrator automatically stops the titration when the endpoint is reached, which is the point at which the reaction is complete.

5. Data Analysis: The titrator calculates the concentration of the analyte based on the volume of titrant used and the known concentration of the titrant.  

Advantages of Automatic Titrators:

Increased Accuracy and Precision: Automatic titrators eliminate human error associated with manual titrations, leading to more accurate and precise results.  

Improved Efficiency: Automation significantly reduces the time required for titration, increasing laboratory productivity.  

Enhanced Safety: Automatic titrators minimize the risk of exposure to hazardous chemicals by reducing manual handling.  

Data Integrity: The instruments can automatically record data, ensuring accurate and reliable results.  

Versatility: Automatic titrators can be used for a wide range of applications, including acid-base titrations, redox titrations, complexometric titrations, and more.  

By automating the titration process, E-Burettes offer numerous benefits to laboratories, including increased efficiency, improved accuracy, and enhanced safety.

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Your Guide to Chemistry Lab Glassware

When it comes to scientific research and experimentation, having the right tools is crucial. Among these tools, chemistry lab glassware holds a special place.

Reliable, durable, and versatile, glassware is fundamental to any well-equipped laboratory. The fate of your experiment hangs in the balance, and the right chemistry lab glassware can tip the scales. From beakers to flasks, every piece of equipment plays a vital role in the scientific pursuit.

The Importance of Chemistry Lab

Scientists can't get much done without reliable lab glassware - it's the foundation upon which experiments are built, observations are made, and breakthroughs are achieved. You can't help but feel the weight of scientific progress when you're surrounded by it - it embodies the dreams, triumphs, and setbacks of chemical pioneers.

One reason glassware dominates the market is its trifecta of benefits: exceptional chemical resistance, remarkable thermal strength, and an affordable price tag that doesn't break the bank. Transparent glassware takes center stage in the lab, allowing learners to track even the subtlest changes in reactions and crystallization processes - and actually see the science unfold.

Types and Uses of Chemistry Lab Glassware

Chemistry lab glassware comes in many shapes and sizes, each designed for specific functions. Here's a look at some of the most commonly used glassware in laboratories:

Beakers: These are simple cylindrical containers used for mixing, stirring, and heating chemicals. Laboratory basics wouldn't be the same without them - they come in a range of sizes and are necessary for everyday lab tasks.

Flasks: Including Erlenmeyer and volumetric flasks, these are used for mixing chemicals and conducting reactions. Erlenmeyer's narrow neck safeguards your mixture, fending off evaporation, whereas volumetric flasks guarantee precision in every measurement.

Pipettes and Burettes: These are used for measuring and transferring precise volumes of liquids. When you're mixing chemicals, precision is everything, and burettes come in handy for accurate measurements during titrations.

Test Tubes: Commonly used for holding small samples, test tubes are essential for qualitative experiments and analysis.

Watch Glasses: These are used as lids for beakers, for evaporating liquids, and as containers for small amounts of solid substances.

Desiccators: These are used for drying substances or keeping them dry. They are essential for maintaining the integrity of hygroscopic chemicals.

Why Choose Chemglass?

Reliable lab glassware is a must-have for any chemist, and Chemglass reliably fills that need. Flawless quality is what you can expect from their products - no imperfections to worry about, just consistent results.

Chemglass glassware is designed to withstand rigorous laboratory conditions, including vacuum applications for multiple hours without leaks, thanks to its thick-walled construction. Whether you need beakers, flasks, pipettes, or desiccators, Chemglass products are crafted with precision to ensure accuracy and reliability in your work.

Their commitment to quality means you can trust Chemglass glassware to deliver consistent and dependable performance, allowing you to focus on your research without worrying about equipment failure.

Elevate Your Laboratory Experience

For scientists, technicians, and researchers, the right chemistry lab glassware is not just a tool but a critical component of their work. The clarity, durability, and versatility of glassware like that from Chemglass enable accurate observations and reliable results. Your research depends on the best tools, and high-quality glassware is no exception – with it, you'll see tangible progress and achievements.

If you're looking for cost-effective options that meet all your experimental needs, consider exploring their lab glassware collection at HiTechTrader. Their range of products ticks all the boxes for durability, precision, and affordability, ensuring you have the best tools at your disposal.

Don't compromise on quality—equip your laboratory with the best chemistry lab glassware and see the difference it makes in your scientific endeavors.

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Lab Glassware: Lab glassware is a fundamental component of any scientific laboratory. From beakers and flasks to pipettes and test tubes, these specialized vessels play a vital role in countless experiments and analyses. They are used to mix, measure, heat, cool, and store chemicals and solutions, enabling scientists to conduct a wide range of research and development activities. Essential Properties of Lab Glassware Chemical resistance: Lab glassware must be able to withstand the corrosive effects of various chemicals used in experiments. Borosilicate glass, a type of glass with low thermal expansion and high chemical resistance, is the most common material used for lab glassware. Heat resistance: Many laboratory procedures involve heating or cooling substances. Lab glassware needs to be able to withstand high temperatures without cracking or shattering. Borosilicate glass is again the go-to material due to its excellent heat resistance. Transparency: Scientists need to be able to see what is happening inside their glassware. Lab glassware is typically made of transparent materials like glass, allowing for clear observation of reactions and solutions. Accuracy: Many laboratory procedures require precise measurements of volumes and concentrations. Lab glassware is often marked with graduations or scales to ensure accurate measurements. Common Types of Lab Glassware Beaker: A cylindrical glass vessel used for mixing, storing, and heating liquids. Flask: A flask is a bulbous glass container with a narrow neck, used for various purposes such as boiling liquids, holding reactions, and storing solutions. Different types of flasks include Erlenmeyer flasks, round-bottom flasks, and volumetric flasks. Pipette: A long, thin glass tube with a calibrated scale used for accurately transferring small volumes of liquids. Test tube: A small, cylindrical glass tube used for holding and mixing small volumes of liquids. Burette: A long, graduated glass tube with a stopcock at the bottom, used for dispensing precise volumes of liquids. Condenser: A tube with a surrounding jacket used to cool vapors and convert them back into liquids. Choosing the Right Lab Glassware The type of lab glassware you need will depend on the specific experiment you are conducting. Consider the following factors when choosing lab glassware: The chemicals you will be using: Make sure the glassware is compatible with the chemicals you will be working with. The temperature range you will be working in: Choose glassware that can withstand the required temperatures. The volume of liquid you need to handle: Select glassware with the appropriate capacity. The accuracy of your measurements: Use graduated glassware for precise measurements. Safety and Care of Lab Glassware Lab glassware is delicate and can break easily. It is important to handle it with care to avoid accidents and injuries. Always wear safety glasses and gloves when working with lab glassware. Wash and clean glassware thoroughly after each use. Store glassware properly to prevent it from getting damaged.