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[bangtanshelves]

JJK Fanfic Recos

Hi. These are some of the fanfics I've read.

I've read A LOT but I'll only be including the ones I really enjoyed reading.

I'm in the process of recollecting them, please bare with me.

I'm also updating this post often, so whenever I end finishing a fic I like I just post it here. hehe

💓 - Fluff ❤‍🩹 - angst 🥵 - smut 🚨 - violence/drugs 🤪 - crack ⭐ - fav 🎣 - latest addition to the list

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. SERIES ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

My Love is Here - @/solemnreads

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (so much angst, I love it), 🥵 summary: "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Knife's Edge - @/readyplayerhobi

Completed ✅

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵, 🚨 The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

Four Seven Eight - @/jiminrings

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (fic made me cry) ,🥵 you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Close to you - @/muniimyg

Completed ✅ ⭐

genre: 💓, 🤪 It should've been easier than this, right?In which oc and Jungkook sleep together and he can't get over it.

Falling Skies - @/fortunexkookie

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Please Love Me - @/ahunderedtimesover

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Lowkey - @/xpeachesncream

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 In order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, Jeon Jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the way of dating.

Hotter Than Hell - @/chateautae

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Jungkook, Lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he's unsure of. Embarking on his journey for the answers should've been easy, if it weren't for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. Kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover Lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and Jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

An Ode to a Broken Heart - @/smoochkooks

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (bro I've been crying over this fic for days), 🥵 (future smut)  you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. now it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

Mutual Help - @/personasintro

Ongoing... ✍ (this is also posted on AO3)

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 (damn... that's all i can say)  in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

Way Back Home - @/solemnreads

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (please i really love angsty fics, fite me), 🥵

"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. You look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. You look into his eyes, broken, and sad. You've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. But here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "Yes... they're your children."

Strawberry Kisses - @/pixieknj

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 (Chapter 1 has been posted, but its something else) Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. ONE-SHOTS or TWO-SHOTS ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

The Right Choice - @/honeytae

Genre: 💓 for as long as you've known Jungkook, you would think that you're witnessed all sides of him. But when you notice the way he's looking at you right now, you think you may be wrong about that.

Rainy Days - @/rklve

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Your life choices left not only yours, but Jungkook's hear broken in pieces. Now you're back in town, and just like Pluto, even if its cold and dark he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

High Demand - @/bunnyhugs77

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🚨 A modern day Romeo and Juliet

SOJU - @/hoseoksluna

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his cum.

Lost & Found - @/kooktrash

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (if you squint), 🥵 your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

Bottle Up Old Love - @/wintaerbaer

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

Pink Sapphire - @/jiminrings ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹(please I'm a sucker for this) ,🥵 Having Jungkook as a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he's easy to love. Your relationship's perhaps become so easy that Jungkook doesn't think sometimes— and that's what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.

Will it fit? - @/jeonsweetpea

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🤪, ❤‍🩹 (just a little bit) So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can't exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom...

Break up with your Boyfriend - @/spideyjimin

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you're far from being like any of his previous hookups. You're not single. You're actually in a very long-term relationship with Baekhyun, the man you consider the love of you life, but it's for sure something that won't stop Jungkook. He wants you, and he's going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.

Paint me naked - @/gimmethatagustd

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he's not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

I hate you, I love you - @j/ungblue 🎣

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends... and you're absolutely in love with him; he's in love too—just not with you.

How to Get a Guy - @/taeshobipop 🎣

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He's loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you're absolutely bizarre. But there's a silver lining— Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he'll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungook can continue persuing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn't want to tbe the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

#jjk x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine

[clovestreet]

let me- ethan landry

an: i am absolutely FERAL for this man atm...😨i just had to write something abt him..

summary: you have been super stressed about exams lately and ethan knows the best way to make you feel better. (also this is DEFINITELY more soft ethan??) but i like that.. lol

warnings⚠ SMUT (16+), oral (f receiving), strong language

Hell on earth was organic chemistry.

Your absolute fucktard of a professor had scheduled your exam on the same day as two of your other exams. This man had it out for you.

You massaged your temple as you drummed your pencil on your notes. Your brain wasn't functioning anymore. You had been sitting at this godforsaken desk for three hours now. You needed a break.

You forced yourself out of your chair and faceplanted on your bed next to your boyfriend in defeat. You sighed into the mattress and tried to gather your thoughts.

"Something bothering you baby?" your boyfriend laughed as he rubbed small circles into your back, clearly amused by your frustration with trying to memorize aromatic compounds.

"I can't do this anymore E, "I'm actually so exhausted."

"I wish someone would just kill the stupid bastard." you groaned into your palms.

Ethan gulped and immediately froze in his movements and you weren't sure why. But then he was comforting you again like nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry baby. If it makes you feel better, I just failed my last exam."

You laughed as he pulled you closer, the grasp of his arms melting away your stress.

"Honestly, I don't know if anything could make me feel better at this point.”

“Unless you can teach me the structure of carboxylic acid." you said with your hands on his chest staring into his dark eyes.

His chest shook with laughter and it was music to your ears. Ethan was so comforting and even being in his arms took you to a place far away from your worries.

"Definitely can't do that, but I think I can take your mind off it for a little while." he murmured into your lips.

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Well it usually starts with my head between your legs” he says in a low whisper.

You immediately feel your cheeks flush with warmth and squeeze your legs together.

You completely froze and waited for him to finish his sentence.

“ ..And ends with you screaming my name or something like that." he says with a devilish smirk.

He grins like a lovesick bastard at your embarrassment and tilts his head down to connect his lips to yours. He smiles into the kiss and you can feel your pulse weakening at the way his tongue explores your mouth.

His lips travel down your neck and you know exactly where he's going. You pull him off of you and look him in straight in his hazy brown eyes.

You and Ethan had been together for a little over a year now and you had been intimate more times than you could even begin to remember. You still got nervous before he went down on you and you just couldn't help but feel insecure sometimes, but Ethan always made you forget about all of it when he touched you.

"E, are you sure? You really don’t have to, I-”

He immediately stops you with a confused expression on his face.

“Baby are you kidding? I live for this shit.”

“I should probably get back to studying E, I just-"

He cut you off again, this time taking your head into his hand and made sure you met his gaze.

"Fuck studying. Let me make you feel good babe."

His thumb gently brushed over your cheek as he searched your eyes for an answer.

"Ok, fine." you said softly with a shy smile on your face.

"That's my girl." he said with a grin spreading over his face as he placed the softest kiss on your lips.

His fingers danced their way over your ribs under your shirt and his lips were placing gentle kisses on your hipbones. His fingers made their way down to the waistband of your shorts and his eyes quickly glanced up to yours asking for consent. You quickly nodded your head, becoming more and more eager for him to touch you by the second.

He pulled down your shorts gently and tossed them behind him. He hooked his fingers under your lace panties and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they were off, he grabbed both of your legs and put them over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled them open.

He looked up at you through lustful eyes while licking his lips.

"I got you. Always." he said in a low whisper placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

You brushed a gentle hand over his curls and offered a weak smile to him. You could feel your anticipation for his touch becoming stronger and your legs were shaking before he even touched you.

You could feel his breath on you and you couldn't take it anymore. You wrapped your fingers in his curls and guided him onto you.

He licked up your slit as you sucked in a shaky breath. Your thighs immediately clenched around him, but his strong hands pulled your legs right back open. His tongue started to circle around your clit and your fingers were already tugging on his curls. He groaned into you and the vibration had you letting out a choked moan.

"Right there E." you gasped.

He looked up at your face contorted in pleasure and started to grind his hips onto to the bed. Ethan was the kind of boyfriend who genuinely could get off from pleasuring you and have absolutely no shame about it.

He was lost in the taste of you and you were lost in his touch. You couldn't even remember what you were stressed about in the first place. Your mind was consumed by the feeling of his tongue sloppily tasting you and swirling around your clit, the tight grip of his fingers prying open your thighs, his dark eyes peering up at you through hooded lids occasionally rolling back into his head every time you moaned his name.

His hand slid carefully down your thigh as he slipped his middle finger into you, pumping in and out at a deliciously slow pace.

Your fingers tugged harder on his curls and he practically moaned into you.

"F-feels so good E, you're so good" you whined.

"I know baby I know, I'm gonna get you there I promise." he murmured into you, pressing wet kisses on your clit.

His words made you toss your head back and your back arch off the bed.

He slipped another finger into you, pumping a little faster this time.

Your fingers loosened from Ethan's hair and slid down his bare shoulders. His fingers started to curl inside you, purposefully hitting the spot he knew would send you over the edge. You moaned loudly and your nails dug into his back.

He groaned into you so loudly it almost caught you off guard. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought you hurt him. But you knew better by now. His sounds sent you even closer to the edge.

"Come on babe, let go for me." he breathed into you.

You could feel yourself impossibly close to your high with Ethan's gaze trained on your face. The second Ethan's nose rubbed your clit you were done for.

All you could do was moan his name over and over again, your nails digging into his back sure to leave marks. He fucked you all the way through your high until you were practically dragging him off of you.

You put your hand on the back of his neck and guided him toward your lips. God, he was so beautiful, even with the taste of you glimmering all over his features. You pulled him down into a breathless kiss and brought him closer by draping your leg over his waist.

He drew back and cupped your jaw looking down at you.

"I really hope you're not thinking about studying anymore tonight, because all I want to do-"

"Shut up and kiss me Landry."

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 smut

[serpenttailedangel]

I'm back in "reading scholarly articles by people advocating for major policy and education program change" mode and, subsequently, back in "disgusted by the amount of mask-off shit people just straight up say that you get called a conspiracy theorist for repeating to people who don't read this garbage even though these fuckers publish their insanity" mode. Presumably, these people expect that no one outside of their circles reads their stuff, so they can put it in ink. Although I guess it also helps that they use a lot of deceptive language and contradictions to try and snag people who aren't thinking too hard about what they read.

United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization has a book available for free digital download in which they argue for some pretty insane shit (claiming to support academic freedom while also mentioning they want certain research subjects suppressed, wanting more politicized disciplines to have equal input to things like chemistry and biology in medical research, and new ranking for schools based on how well they comply with this guideline rather than the quality of their research or how good they are at teaching.) I tried telling someone about it IRL and they told me that whoever I heard about it from must have been lying. When I told them I was specifically citing UNESCO's official publication on their website, this person concluded that the only logical explanation was that the UN was hacked and someone wrote and posted a 100 page hoax paper for nebulous false flag reasons, and the UN has been unable to take the fake paper down and unwilling to release a statement saying it's fake for a year now.

But. like, in defense of the people who haven't read this stuff and also don't believe it when you talk about it, I've checked four different times to make sure that the author of Drag Pedagogy is an actual person affiliated with Drag Queen Story Hour events and not some intern Ted Cruz paid to write a false flag article. Sometimes shit gets so mask-off that I struggle to believe my own eyes.

[jeannineee]

part one: exile

(satoru gojo x f!reader) — “friday, im in love” series masterlist

author’s note: if you wanna be tagged in future parts, comment below or message me!! hope you guys enjoy <3

summary: you meet with the dean, and receive bad news about the upcoming semester. afterwards, you meet with a colleague--and old flame--to discuss the news.

warnings: none, really? there will be sexual content and angst in future parts. if you don't like coffee, sorry cause reader definitely does in this series!!

An impromptu meeting with Dean Yaga meant one of two things: you were fired, or your third semester teaching forensic chemistry was on its way to being a shitshow.

As you kept your gaze trained on the golden nameplate before you; hands folded in your lap to hide their shaking, you were less than excited to find out which fate awaited you. At present, you were the poster child for what it was like to be moments from a mental breakdown. Lucky you.

Yaga, at least, seemed to be unbothered by your blatant display of worry. Eyes trained on his computer screen, clacking away at his keyboard. It had been several minutes since you entered his office, and so far, he hadn’t said a word to you. The deafening silence did little to ease your nerves.

Another sixty seconds, and you couldn’t stop yourself from nervously clearing your throat. “Sir? Why exactly did you call me to your office?”

A quick, bored glance your way, and then Yaga’s focus was back on his screen as he replied, “Ijichi turned in his letter of resignation this morning.”

You loosed a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. “Oh.”

How does this concern me? Was this worth summoning me to your office?

Questions you hadn’t the heart to ask aloud.

Yaga continued, “I know your plate is full with the semester starting next week, but I need someone to pick up the work that Ijichi is leaving behind in general chemistry. His lecture days are opposite yours, so it can fit into your schedule. You’ll be compensated fairly.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, fidget with the hem of your skirt. “That’s quite a lot of work for one person, even with the help of teaching assistants.”

“I know. Which is why you’ll have someone helping you split the work.”

Shoulders sag in relief at his words, all of your prior stress dissipating as you ask, “Who will be helping me?”

“Satoru Gojo. He teaches organic chemistry. You’ve met him, I presume?”

Understatement of the century.

You strain to maintain your politeness as you respond, “Yes, I’ve met him.”

Yaga claps, rises from his chair. “Excellent! Between the two of you, I expect no issues. You’re both intelligent; efficient. More than capable.”

You stand as well. “You know, I would actually be alright taking over the extra work by myself—“

“Nonsense. You and Satoru will work together.”

A tight-lipped smile. “Alright. Anything else, sir?”

“Yes, actually…” Yaga trails off, reaches for a paper on his desk and passes it to you. “Here is Satoru’s information. I gave him yours as well. I’m sure he’ll be contacting you soon.”

“Great.”

It was in fact, not great.

“Alright, Ms. (Y/L/N). If there’s no concerns on your part, you’re free to go.”

You swore your eyes twitched with the effort it took to preserve your composure, but luckily, your mouth took over before your brain could. “Nope, no concerns, sir. Have a great day.”

You were certain that you were now living a nightmare, as you received a text message from Satoru only minutes after arriving back in your own office.

Hey (Y/N), are you free to meet for coffee this afternoon? Wanted to map out the lectures for next week.

Part of you wanted to ignore the message entirely. Another part wanted to respond, just to say no.

Unfortunately, your fingers worked against you.

Sure, what time?

Satoru seemingly had nothing better to do than stare at his phone, as his response came seconds later:

Two, if that works for you?

You stare at the text you've typed, still debating on backtracking. Reluctantly, you send it.

That's fine. See you then.

When you arrive at the cafe, it doesn't take long to seek out Satoru. For a split second, you find yourself feeling almost grateful for the man's unique features. The white hair. the striking blue eyes.

If only to find him more quickly amidst the bustling of the space around you.

Upon your approach to the table, Satoru rises to his feet, shoots you his signature grin. The very same grin that had girls ogling over him throughout your days as a college student.

"Y/N! It's really good to see you," he begins, pulling the mahogany chair out for you. "How've you been?"

He takes his seat across from you, chin resting against his palm. Cerulean eyes meet your own, and you look away immediately, finding sudden interest in the menu laid before you.

You don't fail to notice how his expression drops as you do so.

Satoru clears his throat, an uncharacteristcally awkward gesture. "I already ordered coffee for us, if that's alright? You still like lattes, right?"

Jaw tenses, then releases in time with an exhale. You nod. "That's fine. Thank you."

The man in front of you is back to smiling, coffee arriving just as he pulls his laptop from the leather satchel beside his chair. Oddly enough, he seemed...relaxed? Content? You weren't entirely sure, but it was stark in contrast to the Satoru you dated only a few years back.

"I figured that for now, we could lay out what we want next week to look like?" Satoru questioned, waiting for your go-ahead.

You nod again. "It's syllabus week, for one. Those can be due by the following Monday. As far as lectures, we'll start with the--"

"Basics," Satoru interrupts, finishing your sentence for you. Your cheeks flush, annoyance feeding the crease between your brows as he continues, "That's smart. Scientific method, states of matters. That's the best place to begin."

There he is. That is the Satoru you know.

A forced laugh. "Hm. Well, since you seem to have it figured out already, I'll get going. I'll see you Monday morning."

Satoru's eyes follow your movements, something like disappointment in them as you rise from your chair and smooth out your skirt. "I'll Venmo you for the coffee."

"That's not necessary," Satoru says quietly, standing with you. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? We should plan a bit more--"

You sigh, turn and face him. "I would like to keep our interactions minimal, wherever possible. You have my email if you need to contact me with anything in relation to work. I'll see you Monday."

Your speech was clipped, and part of you deeply regretted it as you watched the way Satoru's face dropped as he sat back down. "That's fine," he relents. "Get home safe. See you on Monday."

You don't reply as you exit, leaving a dejected Satoru and two untouched coffees behind.

The normally short walk from the cafe to your apartment felt like hours, with your mind racing over the last few hours.

Monday was going to be hell. Of that, you were completely certain.

taglist: @mixzimi @polarbvnny @desihopelessromantic @prettymoonlightsworld @kash77 @bakananya

#Satoru Gojo x reader #Gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #Satoru Gojo smut #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo fluff

[materialsscienceandengineering]

hi, do you have any resource recommendations for laypeople who want to grasp the most important essentials/fundamentals of material science? any help will be very appreciated!

Great question! Unfortunately, our definitions of 'laypeople' and 'fundamentals' may vary, so if this list doesn't have what you're looking for just let me know and I'll give it another shot.

Let's start with some... let's say 'unpublished/unofficial' resources. First - this blog. Not to toot my own horn, but I've got a good collection of original posts (try the tag MyMSEPost, or this year's newest variety 2024Daily) that I hope are fairly readable to the general public - and come with links and further reading resources for each topic. However, these posts are not comprehensive. I don't think I've ever talked about what is a crystal structure, for example. [Also, I've been doing this for, wow, almost 10 years now, so... that's a fair number of posts...] I also, one upon a time, made some MSE Masterpost posts, though those are probably pretty outdated by now and I can't guarantee the links all work.

Another resource is msestudent.com. They don't have an about page, but it seems to be a more official (i.e., non-Tumblr) blog about the fundamentals. That being said, while they do have a search system, they don't seem to have a table of contents. Both of these resources will help you learn some fundamentals, but they won't tell you what the fundamentals are if you don't already know them.

Other science Tumblr blogs have come and gone over the years, but @materiallugy seems to be currently posting, and @matmake was not too long ago. Both have separate websites with resources, though I'm not sure how comprehensive.

Now for undergraduate level resources that are comprehensive. These are introductory, but I suppose they might presuppose a high-school level education (basic chemistry and physics, probably):

Online classes, such as MIT OpenCourseware, or Coursera (two examples of many). Some of these kinds of resources are free, some aren't. MIT, in particular, isn't so much a class you take online as it is the resources (and sometimes videos) of their classes.

Textbooks. I used Materials Science and Engineering: An Introduction (Callister and Rethwisch), which I think is pretty common and a well respected book. Obviously it costs money, but I think it's safe to say you could go back a couple editions and save some money.

Less comprehensive but still official is the University of Cambridge's Teaching and Learning Packages. Again, this won't tell you what are the fundamentals if you don't know already know. For example, there are 78 at the moment - I wouldn't say the additive manufacturing TLP is essential to MSE, but atomic scale structure of materials is.

Additional resources:

Specifically corrosion

Online, virtual, general chemistry textbook

Online, virtual, organic chemistry textbook

Someone else's compiled list of links and resources, which may be outdated

YouTube videos from a professor of MSE (side note: I have not watched these and cannot verify their accuracy or usefulness, but the guy does teach this stuff for a living...)

Hope this helps, and everyone feel free to chime in if you have any resources of your own you use!

#Materials Science #Science #Student #Anonymous #Replies

[morallyinept]

For anyone that needs to hear this, and I also just want to talk about this for a minute... or maybe several.

Back on the 29th April 2023, (I know, this year is going TOO fucking fast 😵‍💫) Pedro attended The Last Of Us For Your Consideration Event at The Director's Guild of America in Los Angeles, with his lovely co-star, Bella Ramsey.

The above video appeared by Deadline from the event, with Pedro explaining to Bella, after they queried, as to why he puts his hand over his stomach. "Do you know why? My anxiety's right there." He can be heard saying to them.

And the whole of Pedro's fandom fell in love with him all over again. I mean, you just would, wouldn't you? I know I did. 😍 What a man.

Why? Because he demonstrated that he's human. Relatable. Pedro recognised and embraced his vulnerabilities publically, and by doing so - whether he knew it or not - made everyone who has ever felt the crippling weight of anxiety crush them, feel seen and heard.

Back in 2019 Pedro said in an interview with The Guardian, "anxiety is something that I’ve lived with since I was a child, so it’s a part of my chemistry. I don’t know what kind of person I’d be without it. It’s something that I manage, but it’s also part of what makes me, me."

"I know that I have to put myself in high-stress situations to be happy. I mean, within reason. But there’s a certain level of anxiety that helps me do good work. It helps me be aware of the things I need to be aware of,” Pedro added.

So why does Pedro put his hand over his stomach/sternum area specifically? What is it about that pose? We often see him doing it, even dating as far back as 2005, so for almost 20 something years it's been a part of his red carpet and public appearances.

But what does it mean?

Well, putting your hand on your stomach/sternum area can symbolise many things if you scrutinise body langauge. I'm no expert, but I've worked in fields where I've had to study it and teach it, and it's really interesting at how much you give away about yourself to others in your body language, without even realising it...

Ever heard of WORDS, MUSIC, DANCE? 🎵🎶 In a nutshell (because I could totally talk your damn ear off about all this! 🤪) WORDS is what we verbally say, which is made up of only 7% of our communication. I know, small right? MUSIC is how we say it at 38%, i.e. the tone of our voice. Finally DANCE is our body language, which is 55%. Think about that for a sec. 55% of how you communicate with someone is without even opening up your mouth. 😳

Your stomach - or gut - is a very vulnerable part of your body; a lot of vital organs are smooshed up in there, so by placing a hand over it, you're protecting yourself from harm or attack. It's also a similar thing we do when we feel unwell or sick; we rub our tummy to feel better, right? It's an unconscious protecting motion that stems from our primal selves Think of the foetal position; you curl inwards towards your stomach. The abdomen walls contain significant muscles (some vital for our health ☝🏻) and we can carry tension in here too, so by 'holding' them or protecting them, we feel at ease within our core and can relax better. (#nerdalert 🤓 I love science!)

Some people do it as a means of comfort. Others do it purposefully. Pedro's stance is him possibly trying to rebalance himself. Focus on his breathing and stay grounded in the moments of utter chaos spilling out around him. He also breathes steadily in through his nose, deeply. You can see him do this in various clips, as well as in the one above. His shoulders drop back and you see him relax almost instantly when he does it. Deep breathing is another tactic that is known to keep anyone suffering from anxiety or panic, calm in the moment.

It's incredibly admirable for a man to expose such a personal vulnerability like that, especially in such a public forum. Sadly, mental health is still not a subject that is spoken about or advocated for enough, despite being in the 21st century. We're doing better as a society, but there is still much work to be done. As a man, it can still be seen as very 'unmasculine' or 'weak' to talk about it. So, I really admire Pedro's honesty and the fact that he feels confident enough in himself to recognise that he is just a human being, who sometimes goes through some shit.

Speaking out can only help those, who suffer too, feel validated and that they are not alone. And you're not alone. Anxiety is often stigmatised or not taken seriously, yet it can be terribly debilitating and can cause further issues such as panic attacks and lead to chronic depression if not addressed with help and support.

Pedro has always been open and forthcoming about his own anxiety, and has been quoted in several interviews talking about it, and on his - now deleted - Twitter/X account about how he deals with it.

As someone who has had their fair share of anxiety, I've personally found that meditation has helped me tremendously. 🧘‍♀️ Breathing exercises are really helpful and really do work. I use an app called Balance (not sponsored/affiliated with) and for 10 minutes a day (or whenever I need it) I can breathe, focus and come back to myself. I also find that doing something I really love, like reading (smut), or going for a long hike, really helps. Creative hobbies are brilliant for channelling that negative emotion into something positive. Singing off-key in the shower, dancing crazy like a loon - even though my neighbours can probably see me through the window headbanging in my pants 🤘🏻 - painting, drawing, writing, photography, cooking... These are all things I do myself and love, and would encourage you to try, if you're not already.

Hell, even whacking on your fav Pedro movie makes you feel good too, right? Name your favourite Pedro movie in the comments, GO! 🎬 Mine's Prospect, d'uh. 😏

It's said a lot, but hydrating really helps. Drink that water, bishes! 💦 And eat some greens. 🥦🥬🫑🍏 What you put into your body also helps into what you'll get out of it long term. Food is fuel. 💪🏻🧠 If you eat crap, chances are you're going to feel like crap, capiche?

And I cannot tell you how much a good night's sleep can really turn things around. As a chronic insomniac, sleep can often be the enemy, but it really is vital for your mental wellbeing to rest and switch off for a bit. So put down your phone and get some shut eye. (Ideal time for some hot, mustached Latino man dreams too... 🥲)

And failing that, talking to someone about how you feel can also help. 🗨 A family member, a trusted friend, your cat (personally I'm a dog person 🐶 Woof); a Tumblr mutual... My inbox is always open for a chat FYI. You'll never be judged in Jett's place. 🖤 I'll make you a figurative cup of green tea. Not literal, I mean, I'm not a fucking miracle worker... ✨️🧚‍♀️

What was the point of this long-ass ramble, Jett? I know, I hear ya, I hear ya...

So, to anyone out there who feels a tad (or a helluva lot) anxious from time to time, please know that you're not alone. And also remember to stop and take a moment; breathe deeply in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth three times. Do it with me now. One... two... three. There. You good?

And remember, more than anything, that you are more than enough. You're stronger than you think you are. Your anxiety doesn't define you, nor does it control you. It's just a little shit that likes to come out now and again and try to tell you that you suck. You really don't. (Unless your name is Max Phillips 🧛‍♂️) You've got this. Trust me. You've really got this.

And just like the rather fucking awesome Mr Pedro Pascal, you're fucking awesome too, babe. 🖤

🖤

#pedro pascal #anxiety #the last of us #jett has spoken #self care #joel miller #you're awesome #max phillips #bella ramsey #pedro pascal characters #ezra prospect #prospect film #we got this bitches #drink some water

[ss-shitstorm]

Hey I know you’ve probably already been asked this but what type of chemistry do you use for breaking bread like biochem and where did you learn this or have any book recommendations to pick it up? Also ty in advance I love your writing!!💕💕

oh my fucking god. oh my god. buddy. buddy you have made my fucking LIFE ASKING THIS OH GOD

So like, most of the chemistry I've used so far has just been Genchem and O Chem(with a wee few modifications to make it believable as a Cybertronian discipline, like Transformium being able to hold 4 bonds like Carbon but preferentially forming bonds w metals and needing an EMP pulse to interact w more electronegative atoms) I may wind up needing to get into a bit of Inorganic chemistry, but that's probably fewer and further in between. If you want a better handle on the stuff I'm writing or if you just want to learn more in general, then I'd recommend giving yourself a lil crash course in Genchem and then delving into O chem a bit more extensively (protip : you need WAY less Genchem then you'd think to fully understand O chem. God I wish someone had told me this 5 years ago. If you search "Genchem for non majors", you'll probably learn enough that way.)

THAT SAID : here's a chaotic, not really in any order list of the books/youtube channels/etc that I've directly used/am using for this fic.

Books :

Caveman Chemistry, Kevin R Dunn - Alot of hands-on old timey historical chemistry lessons w detailed instructions on how to complete them.(YOU GET TO MAKE YOUR OWN ASPIRIN AND DRAIN CLEANER!) Delivered with a delightfully occult bend.

Back To basics,(Reader's Digest) - Survivalist homesteading bible. Not strictly chemistry but has alot of earthy hippy ways of generating energy( biofuels my beloved)

An Introduction to Fire Dynamics, Dougal Drysdale - Honestly this, and any other firefighting manuals are worth their weight in gold for figuring out how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire while playing with, well, fire. Trying to look this info up online is like playing russian roulette with intentional misinformation and your fbi guy.

(there's another book I have that's even more detailed but I can't find it right now or remember the name. I'll update this list when I can!)

Organic Chemistry, John Mcmurray 8th edition : generic but good college O chem textbook. You can search around and find free versions to download relatively easily.

The Organic Chem Lab Survival Manual, James W Zubrick - Also a very good way to learn how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire when playing with glassware/gases. Very in-depth instructions on setting up and using lab equipment without breaking anything or your brain. Has a fuckton of pictures. Author has a massive sense of humor and makes this heavy subject easy to read. Again, easy to download/find in archives

Unfortunately I do not have any recommendations for Genchem books. I mostly used free online courses like Khan Academy to learn what I did.(I would def. recommend them though)

Youtube Channels :

The Organic Chemistry Tutor : Dude puts everything from reaction mechanisms to retrosynth problems down in the simplest possible terms. Does not beat around the bush with euphemisms or stories, gets right to business. If you have trouble paying attention, or lose your mind when a professor goes off on a tangent, this man is your savior. I have crippling unmedicated ADHD and no STEM background whatesoever and this man still managed to teach me 2 separate ways to execute a Gabriel Synthesis

Nile Red : World's most inefficient and most powerful wizard. I am not entirely convinced he's human. Does shit like turning plastic gloves into drinkable grape soda or making sweeteners out of his own piss and somehow makes it explainable to trash goblins like me who only need the science for warlord pussy.

again, anon, holy shit thank you so much. Like you wouldn't believe the amount of damage you've just undone. i have been beating myself into a pulp and spiraling into anxiety about this fic an trying to do everything right and you've given me enough moxie to fuel me for at least the next 10 chapters. If you have any more questions or more specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask! I can't guarantee I can answer them, but damnit I'll try. Take care and happy learning you funky lil moonbean.

#Breaking Bread #megatron #megatron/reader #I know I don't need those tags but lord I'm relishing the thought of ppl stumbling upon this w 0 context #u know what I'ma go ahead and pin this thing. #Took me YEARS just to find out exactly WHAT I needed to learn and WHERE to learn it #if I can save someone from wasting all that time then that'll be nice

[bookscandlesnbts]

Quick facts about me that no one asked for:

Figured since I’ve posted more here and answered some asks, I would share some facts about me on my blog both BTS/Jikook related and non related.

1.) I became ARMY during quarantine era. A friend got me into them. After I watched their MMA 2019 performance I was blown away. She was a Yoongi bias so that is whose content I initially watched and gravitated towards. When I ventured out on my own and watched more performance stages and Run BTS I knew immediately that I was drawn to Jimin. Everything from his stage presence, gorgeous vocals and dance lines, funny and sassy personality, but also super empathetic and caring. He was it for me and still is. But I do love all seven of them. I could probably rank them in order of my “favorites” but Jimin would be number 1 without a doubt.

***super fun fact is that I actually first was exposed to BTS in 2017 :( that’s right, I could have stanned back then. I frequently kind of kidding but not really refer to this as my biggest regret. An undergrad in my research group was obsessed with them. She showed me a clip of them dancing and probably because I didn’t like her that much (she was friends with someone toxic) I chalked it up as so they sing and dance? Who cares. I ended up reconnecting with her later when I stanned and found out that she was a low-key TKK shipper and loved reading their fanfics. By that point, I was already sus of Jikook so we clashed and I don’t talk to her. 🤣

2.) That brings me to point number two. The most important: Jikook. I wish I could remember the first time I was like yep this is a thing but I don’t. I do remember the first Jikook moment that I was exposed to was their Black Swan pas de deux. I remember finding their chemistry palpable and bold of them to perform a romantic dance together but that was it. The more I watched Run BTS and being a Jimin bias I couldn’t help but notice JK too and their closeness. What was the nail in the coffin so to speak? The cliches. GCF Tokyo and Rosebowl did it for me and I’ve been endeared by them ever since.

3.) I’m a sort of Jikook fanfic writer on A03 who I guess is on a hiatus and has been for awhile now. I love fanfiction and have been reading it and writing it a little since I was like 12. I was never a RPF girlie until BTS but I view them as characters in a story because that is what they are when I’m reading or writing fics. Not the actual people.

4.) I’m asexual and probably aromatic to some extent too. Asexuality is so misunderstood, I could go on about it for days, but I’m not the authority on it by any means. I like the idea of sex in the abstract. Fanfics, great. M/M where I don’t feel inserted in the act, even better. I’m not a prude, I just don’t experience sexual attraction. The idea of looking at someone even the tannies and wanting to fuck them makes me uncomfortable and it’s something I can’t relate to and have never felt. I’ve had sex of course, but it’s never lived up to the hype for me. I can definitely live without it. As far as being aromantic that I’m not sure. I love the idea of romance or I wouldn’t be so smitten with Jikook and other cute couples. I don’t actively seek romance in my life. I don’t date or want to date. I haven’t had a crush on someone in like 10 years. I’m not opposed to it. Their gender wouldn’t matter to me but it’s not something I feel like I need in my life. If you are anywhere on the ace spectrum or are LGBTQIA+, hi you are more than welcome here.

5.) I’m educated! I have a PhD in chemistry. I am on the Professor track and I teach organic chemistry. I spent 7 years in grad school combined for my masters and PhD.

So yeah! This way you know a little about me when you send in asks. I am terrible at formatting and use my phone only for Tumblr, so my blog probably won’t ever be pretty. I’m just here for connections and content that is more in depth than Twitter. Yes, I’m still calling it twitter. Sorry not sorry Elon.

#about myself #kookmin #jikook #blogger

[kenshiv]

what draws you to ten and martha so much? what about their dynamic has got you in such a chokehold?

hot sexy toxic couple with the most chemistry in the entire show. this is just a fact

Martha is the Doctor's doctor! She starts the show as a medical student in training on the Doctor's show. She then takes a "sabbatical" year with this alien who calls himself the Doctor, who actually gives her the best training any medical student could wish for. She actually is the Doctor for the entirety of their time in 1913 because Ten is simply not there. And then he is out of it again, and she saves the world (is the lead hero!) on her own. And the whole time, she looks after him. She teaches him how to be a doctor again after the events of Doomsday, and that's a low he never quite reaches again until after losing everything in Journey's End. I think Martha is the only character who leaves on her own terms (I have not finished season 9 yet, leave me be), and was actually there with the main objective to look after this guy, while also traveling the universe of course (but even then, looking after his loneliness was in her mind even by Gridlock, which is insane to think about). I find so much meaning in how she made him better and kinder, while he turned him into a de facto Doctor... and a soldier, something he is shown to be ashamed of for lifetimes to follow :]

Series 2 was particularly unbearable for me to watch because of Ten & Rose's CW show romance, but I've grown to see it as the point (delusional)? Nine regenerated into someone he thought Rose would be more attracted to (even though she was already crazy about him, lol), therefore -> Casanova David Tennant! Which. Fair. But also there was sooo much, ugh, immaturity surrounding whatever they had going on, it's like, I'm too old for this. And then it ends in such a tragic way, which immediately shatters Ten's view on humanity because, well, Rose was his humanity. So! In comes Martha, someone only a few years older than Rose but who had to grow up much faster than she ever did because there was no illusion of Great White Romance there: he told her from the go that it was her only trip, even though he spent the entire episode auditioning her, lmao. And their relationship develops so organically from there: he is intensely reluctant and closed off; but she is insistent and he talks about Gallifrey for the very first time (!) since the War. While she at first sees him as this wonderful alien god who can take her away from it all for a while, and then grows to become intensely protective (!) of him and the Sisyphean task of aiding to his loneliness. Martha sees firsthand, multiple times, how fallible and arrogant and selfish he is, but she stays! Because she believes she can make it better. And she does! But not in the way she thought she could. :( Anyway, I guess my point was that it develops so naturally? There is no teenage hesitance; they're honest with each other and you can actually witness what they want and get from each other. Which I believe every TV romance should be about. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Relating to the previous point, I don't think it's bad that she loved him "more" than he loved her the whole time they were together. I think there's an honesty in two people meeting at different times (lmao) in their lives; and Martha met him at a tragic moment for his character. And, yes, she makes it better, but I think people who can only see her other doctors treating her better (which is true) are sort of missing T/M's emotional journey, which is the most gratifying part of series 3 for me. Plus, we, viewers, will never love someone in a CW show way because that type of romance is simply not real! At least not in the adult world (but again, children's show yaddayadda).

i think they should have fucked nasty.

#audibly groaned when i saw this because like. how do i explain something i feel strongly about #ask #tenmartha #you can disagree with all this. just know you're wrong

[ensbunny]

Found @pandalilymicrofics pianist Pandora x violinist Lily (715 words)

Pandora dreamt of playing the violin as a little girl. It was just her luck that her parents forced her and Evan into piano lessons before they could form full sentences. Now, at 29, a recognized composer with a PhD in organic chemistry, she felt ill just pressing the buzzer to her first violin lesson. She had done her best and made piano her world, but well, the asteroid always comes to hit the dinosaur, doesn’t it?

Bzzz. The speaker blared loudly, a man’s voice shouting right after, “Flat 201, door’s open!”

She tiptoed her way through the empty, checker-floored lobby, clutching the cross on her necklace as she made it to the winding stairs. She’d never seen an apartment building so beautifully run down. Someone— another resident— came down in the creaky, gated elevator that the stairs circled. If Regulus wasn’t on the lease, she would gladly leave the high-rise for this. The door was a bit finnicky, but she could manage.

There were only four flats on the second floor, so she spotted the open door immediately and slipped inside. No one was in the entryway, but she could hear a soft violin melody playing from another room. Whether it was her teacher or not was the question.

“Hello, I’m here for a lesson with Lily Evans!” She called out, and the music came to an abrupt stop. That was her playing, then.

Lily Evans, she assumed, rushed in through the doorway, hand outstretched already. Her long hair was up in a banana clip, overalls cut short with little flowers embroidered into the big pocket. Pandora faltered for a moment. She was even more elegant than the place she lived.

Her teacher’s eyes widened, and she stopped dead in her tracks, “You really are that Pandora Rosier?”

“What?” She blurted out, flustered and very confused. “My name is Pandora, yes.”

“I play for the LSO, at the Barbican Centre!” She marvelled, and she felt her face light up.

“I played there!” She gasped, genuinely unable to stop grinning.

“Don’t I bloody know it, I walk past your plaque every morning,” She grinned back.

“God, I didn’t know people actually noticed it,” She blushed, touching a hand to her burning cheek.

“How could I not? You’re quite the stunner,” She gushed, giving her a once-over.

Pandora came down from her high quickly, sighing out an airy breath. The silence stretched on for a beat too long of the woman just staring at her. She cleared her throat, roughly.

“Um, yeah,” She squeaked, which made her smirk, “So, I usually start my lessons off with an introduction— why you’re here, why I’m here. All of that.”

She nodded, politely, waiting for her to continue.

“My violin’s in the living room, if you want to—” She trailed off, and it only took a beat before she understood.

“Well, I just wanted to try something new,” She spoke on her way into the room Lily directed her to.

“Bored of piano?”

“No, God, no, never. I’ve always loved violin, but I never had the opportunity to learn until now,” She glanced at the antique violin on its stand, at least that’s what it said in the description online.

“Really? That’s the same with piano, for me,” She said, sliding past her to get to her spot on the couch.

“If you wanted— I don’t want to assume, but I could teach you,” She almost jumped at how fast Lily’s head snapped back.

“You would do that?”

“Only if this lesson goes well,” She bet, raising an eyebrow at her.

“That’s a lot of pressure,” The veins in her neck tightened as she swallowed, and Pandora really really hoped she was reading this correctly.

“I think you can handle it,” She flirted, easing back into the plush couch, trying to look cool.

It only took a second before Lily’s hand was outstretched to hers, “Deal.”

A year later, Pandora and her girlfriend performed the sonata they composed together at Barbican Hall. She only played a few parts of the violin, but that didn’t really matter. She had found her new world all the same.

#marauders #the marauders #the marauders era #pandora rosier #lily evans #pandora x lily #pandalily #slytherin skittles #lily evans fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders microfic #lily x pandora #marauders fame au

[marsbutterfly]

Ok ok so I saw the reply about your Hanji dream—imagine they off handedly mention the “hearts on exams” to Professor Levi and he scoffs at your antics. And then Hanji talks about how you’re the sweetest and smartest student this year and how their day gets a million times better then they see you.

can you imagine, anon?

Love Letters To My Professor

"There's this girl in one of my classes," they begin and Levi can already tell where they are going with this, so he simply raises his hand in a motion while hoping Hanji would take the hint and immediately stop talking. His efforts fail and they continue, lifting a piece of paper close to his face, "She draws hearts next to my name on every exam."

He can't help but roll his eyes, using the palms of his hands to rub his eyes and his cheeks. If it wasn't for the hot tea Hanji had just poured into his favorite mug, he would've left the conversation before it even had time to start.

"She always writes me little notes, too," Hanji continues their monologue about you, pulling a small box from the first drawer on their desk. The classroom is empty except for the two of them, most of the noise comes from other classes happening outside the room but neither of them pays close attention, "Of course, my favorite one is kept on my pocket at all times. I can feel her handwriting on it and it makes my heart so flustered."

"Ok, I'm going to stop you right there," he says, taking a sip of the mug's content with a delighted hum, Hanji had always known how to make the best tea, "You are both adults, why don't you... I don't know, have a normal conversation with her?"

As an immediate reaction, their cheeks turn bright red and they clear their throat, attempting to swallow a few rough drops of saliva. They bring the hot cup towards their lips, taking a generous sip, anything in the moment to shut themselves up.

Levi, knowing full well that Hanji hasn't had the courage to speak to you because of how much they babbler when they like someone, begins to dig through the box of letters you have written to your professor. The words on the paper ranged from "Thank you for teaching us about Organic Chemistry in the best possible way" to "I had a dream about you last night, and I wish I had never woken up." Even he couldn't hide the few goosebumps that came over his skin as he read the truthful words of your feelings for his friend.

"Hanji," the expression on the man's face is a serious one, more so than usual, his eyes travel from one piece of paper to the other, "I think this girl is genuinely in love with you."

"Do you really think so?" Hanji responds with yet another question, their eyes shining brightly in contrast with the barely illuminated room, the man nods, "I want her to be in love with me. My day get's so much better when I see her in class and I look forward to her letters every single time."

"She gives you a new letter with every class?" Levi asks, taking a final gulp out of his tea before placing the cup down on a student's desk. He sits on the chair while his legs are extended on top of the surface, back leaned backwards a bit while he now places both hands behind his head. It's Hanji's turn to nod.

"Yes," they say, placing the palm of their hands on the edge of the teacher's table while propping their body up onto the area. They cross their legs in front of their body and use their left hand to prop their cheek up while still speaking to the other professor in the room, "It started as a joke where the letters simply said things like 'hello, professor, I like your shirt' and I didn't even think she liked me but, as time went by, they became more personal, more intimate and a lot more romantic."

"Grow a pair, four-eyes," the black-haired man says, looking at the clock above the white board behind Hanji, "Your students will be here soon, I suggest you talk to her or I will on your behalf."

"And what would I say?" Hanji panics for a second, hiding the box of letters back in its designated spot.

"Don't know and Don't care," is the response they receive, "As long as you ask her on a date."

Behind the door, holding a book in one hand, rested a very excited version of you, who wanted to get to class early to get on the professor's good side and ended up listening to a conversation about how your crush likes you back. With your free hand, you grip today's letter to the professor tighter, hoping to give it to them face to face for the sole reason that you get a tight hug with every letter.

Your heart beats a little faster in your chest and you don't know what to do and neither does Hanji, what could happen from there on out?

#hanji x reader #hanji zoe x reader #hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe/reader #my sunshine #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot fanfic #snk fanfic #hanji zoe x you #hanji zoe x y/n #hange zoe x you #hange zoe x y/n #snk #aot

[aerynwrites]

How about reader x Viktor in which they try to teach him how to bake! I can imagine him getting a little frustrated with it, stating how baking is chemistry, and that chemistry is science so it should be easy (twist: it's not)

Thanks for the request friend! I went a little astray when I started writing but I hope you still enjoy it! :)

Exact Science

Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 896

Warnings: None

The kitchen in your shared apartment, usually pristine and organized, currently looks like a bomb went off. A thin white dusting of flour covers the counter tops, piles of dirty dishes collect in the sink and two trays of misshapen, runny cookies sit on the stove top.

You cast a glance over to Viktor who stares at the failed confections with a furrowed brow, a curled finger tapping against his chin gently. 

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” he says, leaning onto his cane. 

You let out a huff, trying to stifle the laughter bubbling in your chest. This is the sight you had come home too after teaching a class at the Academy, and to say it was a surprise is an understatement. 

“Did you follow a recipe?” You ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the scientist's hair, watching as flour rains down onto his shoulders. 

He meets your gaze out of the corner of his eye and a blush accompanies the batter smudged on his cheek.

“Eh…not completely. I know the ingredients that are required and roughly how much of each-“ 

You let out a quiet ‘tsk’ sound, cutting Viktor off.

“Baking is an exact science, Vik. Haven’t you heard that saying before?”

Viktor shakes his head as he follows you further into the kitchen, helping as you begin to clean up his mess. 

“I have not heard that before, no. But if that is the case then this should have been easy. I’m good at science.” He says, trying to hide the fact that he does feel a bit silly for trying to guess measurements.

“What were you trying to make cookies for anyways?” You ask, wetting a rag to clean up the flour. 

If it was possible, Viktor's blush deepens as he grabs the tray of ruined cookies and moves to dump them in the garbage. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” His voice is soft as he speaks, and he almost winces as the cookies slide off the tray into the can. “But I ruined that, obviously.” 

You stop your cleaning to send him a soft look before moving to rinse the rag out.

“You didn’t ruin it,” you explain, before rinsing out a few of the bowls and measuring tools you’d need. “Now we can just do it together, which is arguably more fun.” 

Viktor eyes sparkle with glee, brows raising slightly.

“Really?” 

Viktor is already reaching for the ingredients as you speak.

“Really. I can walk you through it and write down an actual recipe for next time you want to surprise me.” 

“I still don’t understand what went wrong…” 

“Well,” you begin. “Like I said, baking has to be exact. If you put too many eggs it will make the cookies rubbery. Using too much butter will make them runny and not hold shape. If you don’t use eggs at all, the cookies won’t bind properly. The amount and type of flour you use matters too…” 

You continue to list off the different ingredients and their importance as you start to measure them out, writing down the recipe as you go. 

Viktor is completely absorbed as you do all this, eyes only leaving the bowl of ingredients or the cookie sheet to look at you, a fond smile on his face as he does so. He never thought he could love someone as much as he does you. 

Once the cookies are out of the oven and cooled, he immediately picks one up and holds it out to you. 

“Will you do the honors?” 

With heat rising to your cheeks, you nod, leaning forward to take a bite of the cookie he offers you. It’s sweet, but not overly so and practically melts on your tongue. You watch as Viktor experiences the same thing, eyes widening as he pops the other half of the cookie into his mouth. 

“That is much better than how mine turned out.” He says, worlds muffled around the mouthful of cookie. 

You let out a small laugh once you swallow and step closer to the scientist, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“Well now you know how to make them for next time.” 

“Next time?” He asks, licking his lips. 

You nod.

“Since you know how to make them, I expect surprise cookies at least once a month.” 

Viktor smirks. “Once a month? I feel that I should get something in exchange for that.” 

You tilt your head, feigning ignorance even as Viktor leans closer, nose nudging yours.

“Hm…and what would that be?” 

Soft lips meet your own in answer and you can’t help but smile into the kiss. He tastes slightly like the chocolate chips from the cookies, and you can feel the remnants of flour on his cheeks as you reach up to cradle his face in your hands. 

When you finally pull away you open your eyes to meet his own.

“Is that payment enough?” 

Viktor lets out a quiet hum. Reaching over to grab another cookie.

“That seems sufficient to me,” he says, taking a bite of the cookie. “But my price may go up.” 

You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder.

“I’ll gladly pay a little more.” 

Pressing a quick kiss to the exposed skin of his neck, you smile when he shudders. 

“I love you, Vik.” 

“And I, you.”

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[the-polyhedron]

Can someone teach me organic chemistry like now like right now please

[peonyblossom]

Book: Crimes of Passion II Pairing(s): Olivia Nevrakis x nb!MC (Jenna Rose) Words: 1,179 Rating: Teen+ (just to be safe) Warnings: Knives (obvi, it's Olivia /lh) Summary: When Olivia pulls Jenna away at Trystan's recoronation ball, Jenna can't stop themself from flirting. -OR- A rewrite of Book 2 Chapter 7 Diamond Scene with Olivia in the garden. A/N: Some dialogue and narration belongs to Pixelberry Studios. The sexual chemistry between Olivia and MC in this scene was INSANE so I had to rewrite it.

The wind is cold as it bites at Jenna’s skin in the rempty royal garden Olivia has led them to. It takes them a moment to adjust to the change in temperature, the ballroom they were just in being quite warm with the intense lighting and many, many bodies. Once Jenna’s body has aclimated to the new atmosphere, they realize they are quite a few paces behind Olivia and rush to catch up as she strolls along the rectangular stone path. 

“We’re free to speak here. I swept the area for recording devices earlier,” Olivia says in a low tone as soon as Jenna catches up to her. 

“But the Royal Guard can still see us,” Jenna points out, probably out of paranoia. It’s so hard for them to trust anyone in Drakovia, let alone anyone tied to the royal family. 

“I’m a power-hungry, unmarried duchess and you’re a famous American detective with an ensemble to rival the princex themself. There are several conclusions they could draw that don’t involve espionage,” Olivia responds, her lips turning up in a smirk.

“Oh? And what conclusions might those be?” Jenna flirts. They know exactly what kind of conclusions Olivia is referring to, but just to hear her say it…

“Are you playing dumb as a way to flirt with me? Because you should know I like my potential flings to be much smarter than that.” 

Jenna laughs lightly. “Not interested in teaching me?” They ask coyly. “I have a feeling there’s a lot I could learn from you.” 

Olivia and Jenna stop walking and instead turn to face each other. “Oh, there is plenty I could teach you. Starting with the invitation to a secure channel I already sent you.” Olivia resumes her quick-paced walking, once again leaving Jenna scrambling to catch up. As they do, they pull out their phone and see a notification to download the file Olivia sent them. 

They quickly read over the dossier on The Drakovian Act for Heir Equity, disappointed there isn’t more, “This is all of it?” Jenna frowns.

“As adorable as that pout is, stop it. That’s all we have on file. Fortunately for you, I was close to both Juliana and Nadja, so I know a few finer details.” The two continue strolling through the gardens, their hands brushing together at their sides, as they try to keep their faces open and jovial so as not to raise any suspicion. By all accounts, any onlookers wouldn’t assume espionage. 

Jenna asks all the questions they could come up with about the Act and what they learned from the dossier, gaining some vital intel. By the time they come to the end of the garden loop, the wheels are turning in Jenna’s mind as they try to piece everything together. 

“So, what you’re telling me is the Act was stalled long before Juliana was killed,” Jenna clarifies, making sure they got all the pieces put together in the right way.

“Yes,” Olivia responds firmly, bringing butterflies to Jenna’s stomach. Whether from fear or attraction, they couldn’t quite tell. “Sebastyan hated Trystan, Nadja felt betrayed… and Juliana was stubborn. She wouldn’t give up Trystan or her voice in the Act’s legislation.” 

“So Juliana was in the way. That seems like a decent enough motive for someone to kill her.”

“I doubt Nadja would have gone to those lengths. After all, she stopped because she hated the idea of crossing a line.”

Jenna continues asking Olivia anything and everything they can think of that might help them in their case. Royalty was already a confusing mess on its own, let alone when it was all twisted together in a murder plot like this. For a brief moment, the thought of just returning to New York and forgetting all about this crossed Jenna’s mind. But they knew they couldn’t. They could never forget about this. Not until it was solved, at the very least. 

Whilst in the midst of their conversation, Olivia and Jenna hear a rustle behind the bushes and a trample of footsteps approaching. Jenna notices a blade appear in each of Olivia’s hands, ready to strike. Where was she keeping those? 

But it turns out to only be Princess Astrid, leading a young noblewoman into the far side of the garden, for what is, most likely, not espionage. 

“I believe our position has been compromised. We should return,” Olivia says, making her way back towards the castle.

Jenna gently grabs her wrist, causing her to turn around and says, “You don’t want to take a page out of Astrid’s book? Maybe solidify our alibi that we were absolutely not up to any espionage?” Jenna smirks.

Olivia loops her arm through Jenna’s and guides them towards the ballroom. “One, Astrid’s book and mine? Not remotely the same genre. Two, I never need to solidify an alibi. If this wasn’t solid already, it wouldn’t have happened. We should be quick, so do you want to keep flirting, or do you want to learn more about your suspects, little detective?” 

Jenna steps towards Olivia, backing her up against one of the columns holding up the balcony connected to the ballroom. “How about both?”

Olivia hesitates for a second, leading Jenna to believe they had one-upped her, but then she quickly spins them around, pinning Jenna against the column instead and placing a knife to their throat. “Ask me your questions detective.”

Still pinned against the column, Jenna asks Olivia about Trystan’s many siblings. Once they finish asking about everyone, Olivia reminds them, “Where power is based on heritage and birth order, assassination will always follow. Focus on your suspects. Who is avoiding your questions? Who is trying to distract you? To charm you?”

Jenna smirks, their gaze drifting down to the knife against their throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to charm me.”

“You like trouble, don’t you, little detective?” Olivia smiles. She drops the knife to her side, quickly hiding it back in her sleeve. But before Jenna can process any of that, Olivia cups their face with her hand and connects their lips. Jenna wraps their arms around Olivia’s neck, deepening the kiss, feeling Olivia’s soft lips and tasting her sour apple lipstick. 

Applause breaks out from inside the ballroom as yet another dance comes to an end. Olivia breaks away from Jenna, her lips still close. Olivia smiles and grabs Jenna’s hand, leading them back to the ballroom. 

“Unfortunately, that’s all we have time for right now,” Olivia says as they two walk back to the castle. 

“Thank you for the intel. And… the fun escape from this… regal affair.”

“Thank you for investigating Nadja’s murder. And… not flinching at my knife to your throat.” Olivia smirks. They come upon the entrance to the ballroom and Olivia says, “I’ll be in touch, little detective.” She slips away, her touch on Jenna’s fingers lingering ever so slightly. 

As much as Jenna would love to watch her walk away, she’s gone before Jenna can even open their mouth to reply.

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[amarbell123]

I always come back Chapter 2

“A new girl is joining my class tomorrow.” Gregory tossed his bag onto the sofa, but his aim wasn’t all that good, and it hit Roxy squarely in the face. The wolf hissed in response. “Are you trying to smash my face again kid?!” She hissed at him, even though Gregory had been doing this for years ever since they brought Roxy home and Vanessa fixed her up. “No. But I'm thinking I'll use a go-kart and do that for Christmas.” He responded smugly, and got another growl for that.

“Can’t you both lay off of each other? Let’s return back to the topic of this new kid.” Vanessa cut in, looking over her shoulder at Gregory while she cooked dinner. “Yeah there’s a new girl joining, and I saw her in the hallways today while she returned from the principal’s office.” “Really? Is she cute?” Gregory blushed and rolled his eyes. “What? She’s asking all the right questions, since you’re so painfully single.” Roxy snickered. “Yeah yeah whatever. It's not my fault I'm so dashingly handsome but girls can’t see that.” “Yeah. You have such a cute face, only your mother could love you, and by mother, I mean mama Ness.” 

A pillow went flying in the air, hitting Roxy in the face once more. “Calm down both of you!” Freddy called from the upstairs charging station. “Sorry Freddy!” Greg responded. “You didn’t really answer when I asked if she was cute, Greg.” Ness turned to face him, and Gregory scratched his neck. “I mean.. She kinda was? But.. I don't know.. She gave me some off vibes.” “Off as in?” “Well..”

~

Greg was hanging out with his friends in the hallway, standing near their lockers. The day had been quite slow, many of the students of Greg’s class hadn’t been paying attention, the topic of a new girl was more exciting than organic chemistry, and whatever else the teachers had been teaching, so the teachers had left them early.

“What do you think she’s going to be like? The new girl?” Mason asked. “I hope she’s like a biker girl or something.” Allison responded. “Biker girls are so hot!” “For god’s sake Ally, we’re 15, we can’t apply for a driver’s license until we’re 16. I highly doubt she’s a biker girl, you useless lesbian.” Greg said to her fondly. “But just imagine how hot that would be Greg! I know for a fact you’re into biker girls too.” Gregory rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag. “Come on, let’s go. I can’t be late or my mom and animatronics are going to barge in here..”

They walked down the hallway, laughing about something nonsensical, when someone bumped into Greg. “Watch where you’re going.” A voice said, a female voice. Greg looked ahead, it was a young girl, no older than 15, dark skin with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a red black shirt with purple and black striped pants. ‘Roxy’s colors.’ Greg noticed quite easily. Something about the girl seemed familiar. Had Gregory seen her before? 

He snapped out of his trance, scolding himself. ‘Quit staring at the girl you creep.’ “Sorry. Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before here.” Greg said to the girl politely. The girl didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare at Gregory, almost as if she was surveying him, picking out flaws, mapping out every small weakness that he could have. Gregory felt uncomfortable, and he could tell that his friends were too. ‘Maybe the staring didn’t creep her out after all.. Or maybe she didn’t notice because she was too busy being a creep too.’

Suddenly, the girl straightened up. “Yes. I am indeed new here. It’s nice to meet you.” Gregory gave her a polite smile. “You too. How are you liking it so far?” He asked in an attempt to make small talk. The girl tilted her head. “It’s okay. The teachers seem nice, can’t say anything about the other kids.. Though you seem quite nice.. Your friends however seem.. Disturbed..” 

He turned back and glared at them, and they simply looked away. 

She was still staring at Gregory, and the boy was not liking it, it was like she was trying to read his mind, and he was getting some serious serial killer vibes from it.

“What is your name?” She asked him, and Gregory debated telling her. She seemed quite creepy, and Gregory did not feel like he could really trust her. But wouldn’t it be impolite to not answer? “Gregory.” It was like the atmosphere completely changed after that, from it being simply off, to straight up terrifying. There seemed to be a dangerous shine in the girl’s eyes, and Gregory didn’t think he was ready to deal with it.

“I should go. See you tomorrow.” He grabbed his friends and ran for it, 

~

“That sounds disturbing.” Vanessa said, a look of concern on her face. “You should probably keep her distance, she sounds dangerous, Greg.” Gregory nodded in response. “Yeah, I agree with Ness. She sounds mentally disturbed, and I'd rather you not get hurt.” 

Gregory gave her a smug smirk. “Will you miss me Roxy?~” “Oh not at all. But Freddy will surely miss you.” Just at the mention of his name, the animatronic bear came into the room. “But just the other day, you were worried when Gregory was home 2 minutes late?” 

The look Roxy gave Freddy was absolute murder, and Gregory decided against teasing the wolf about it. Let’s not stretch her goodwill just yet.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a quick shower.” Gregory said to the blonde ex-nightguard, who smiled in response. “Okay. And after that you have to do your homework?” She responded as she watched the brunette go up the steps. “I did it in school!” “That’s my boy!”

~

Gregory didn’t know whether to feel scared or excited to see the new girl again. Her behavior yesterday was.. Weird. But maybe she was just a homeschooled kid and didn’t know how to act around people? Maybe she was a loner? Allison and Mason were quick to tell Greg that he was slightly off when he joined school 4 years ago. His teachers used to beg him to talk and interact in class.

Now they ask him to shut up.

So of course, Greg didn’t want to judge the new girl too quickly, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t slightly paranoid because what if the girl was a serial killer?! 

Forgive him for having traumatic experiences involving serial killers and killer robots.

“Hey Greg. You okay?” Gregory looked in front, Allison was looking at him with a concerned expression. “No. I'm a little paranoid.” “It's going to be okay. She’s probably a loner, or someone who was homeschooled, she’s probably a super cool person once you get to know her!” Mason gave him a reassuring smile, and Greg nodded in response. 

Greg took in a breath and let it out. The girl probably was super chill, he really needed to calm down. 

The door opened, and she walked in, and Greg was finally able to take in her appearance. She was extremely cute, dressed once again in a red top and a black jacket, purple and black striped pants, she was dressed in Roxy’s colors again.

“Everyone please listen.” The whole class stared at her with rapt attention. “This is Cassandra Nightingale, or Cassie. She’s new here, so treat her with kindness.” 

Cassie.

Gregory hadn’t heard that name in 5 years.

For 5 years she haunted his dreams because he couldn’t help her. 

For 5 years he blamed himself for her death.

And now here she was, the ghost who haunted his nightmares and his waking days.

Alive.

Breathing.

Staring at him.

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