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[red-garden]

Shen Yuan is two things:

1) chronically ill

2) rich rich

He couldn’t count on both hands the number of health scares he’s had, but he fought years to move out of his parents house and live independently!

…. Until he was found half dead by his sister and nearly died in the hospital. No one even knew until she showed up.

The smart thing- the thing his parents want- would be to sell his apartment and move back in so his family can watch him. But frankly, Shen Yuan was reaching the end of his 20s. He didn’t want to be 30 in his parents home being scolded for buying yet another anime figurine and fussed over all hours of the day by nannies.

So, like the adults they were, they compromised. Shen Yuan could live independently IF he put together a complete staff of live in specialists to help him. He had a few months to do so, and all had to be thoroughly background checked.

Which is how he ended up with an old estate filled with specialists who all bore striking resemblances to the cast of Proud Immortal Demon Way.

(SY endears himself over the course of months to the entire modern cast of svsss and collects them to live with him and be generously financially supported. Additionally he finally tracks down the hack author of PIDW and keeps him as well, taking away the financial strain so PIDW can achieve its true potential as art.)

[ronanlynchusurper]

do not disturb mode isn’t enough I need ronan lynch to ram an invisible car through the microsoft teams hub

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love - Part One

series masterlist | prologue | part two

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

word count.

2.3k

warnings.

kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

our two cuties finally met! and they both have a few lesser than holy thoughts about each other. these two are big nerds, so let's not forget that there will be a lot of big nerd talk in this series.

A hiss passed your lips as you hurried across campus. Coffee had spilled out of the hole of the lid of your cup, searing your hand a little. You weren’t sure why you thought you had time to get coffee, but you did anyway. After a late night of studying stats you needed a little kick. What you hadn’t needed was waking up fifty minutes late. You only had forty minutes to get ready, get coffee, and run all the way to the study room. 

You weren’t sure why you agreed to a study time so early. It felt like you couldn’t say no. This guy was helping you after all. So whatever time he picked, you agreed to. You just hadn’t expected the time to be nine in the morning. There was a reason why you mainly took afternoon classes, and this ‘Bob’ guy was about to find out. 

This was going to be the first time the two of you met. It had only been emails up to this point. A rush of excitement flowed through you at the thought. The way Professor Coleman had described him to you set your expectations high. An extremely smart kid from the Carolinas who was on the path of becoming an astrophysicist, just like Professor Coleman. A part of you was worried though, wondering if he might treat you how a majority of the other douchebags in the STEM fields did. 

You quickly, but quietly, opened the door to the library and rushed to the study rooms. Once you found the room you took a congratulatory sip of your coffee before entering. The handle of the door was cold against your skin, reminding you this was the only point you could back out. After you entered that room you would be stuck, getting tutoring lessons from a genius. And if you didn’t, well, you’d be giving up your hopes of becoming a hydrologist. 

Cool air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath. Your grip tightened on the handle, turning it slowly, then opening it. 

It was quiet, save the soft rustling of a few papers. The scene itself was intriguing. A lean looking guy leaned over the study table, fingers flipping through pages of a book. He didn’t even budge to look up at you, as if you weren’t even there. So you took more time to take him in. 

He had soft brown hair that waved and curled slightly at the edges. A solid gray colored flannel covered his upper body, a white t-shirt on underneath it. Wire rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. These beautiful ocean-like blue eyes that were staring at you. 

Oh fuck.

“Oh, hi, you're the hydrologist, right?” His voice had a soothing tone to it. 

“Yeah, and you’re the astrophysics guy, right?”

He let out a little chuckle, smiling while adjusting his glasses. 

“That’s me,” he offered out his hand as he stood up, “but you can call me Bob.”

You took his hand and shook it. It was softer than you anticipated, the shake and his skin. “It’s nice to meet you, Bob.”

The corners of his lips seemed to be pulled up in another smile, making your heart flutter. A part of you wished Professor Coleman would have told you he was this cute, but finding out on your own was proving to be entertaining. The soft pink tint to his cheeks was more than amusing, giving you a small boost in confidence. You slung your bookbag off your shoulder, setting it near one of the table legs while reaching for your chair. Without warning Bob scurried around, heading for your chair. He kindly pulled it out, offering the seat to you with a gesture of his hand. 

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” you assured him. 

All he did was nod as you sat down, helping push your chair in as you scooted closer to the table. Professor Coleman said he was nice and patient, but someone this gentlemanly was not what you expected. You rubbed the patch of skin behind your ear, a nervous tick you had had since middle school. Bob made his way across the table, sitting down across from you. He grabbed a few loose papers, fitting them into the book he was reading. It was only after he closed the book, pushing it off to the side that he focused on you again. 

“Coleman said you were having trouble with some physics?” He looked over at you, a more serious look on his face now. 

The pink tint to his cheeks had evaporated from his skin. The pad of your middle finger paused, softly sitting on the skin behind your ear. The nail of your middle finger scraped your skin lightly as you brought your hand down. After placing both of your hands onto the table, stretching your fingers out lightly, giving him an awkward look. 

“It's not really just some physics,” you broke an awkward smile, “it’s more like most of it.”

Bob raised an eyebrow at you. 

Yeah, you knew it was a lot. A part of you panicked, wondering if he was going to back out now. Or even make a comment about how physics tended to be harder for ‘your type’. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to say that, but men had surprised you before. 

“Okay,” Bob made a contemplative frown, “what physics are you good with?” 

There was a flutter in your chest. This was different. He was different. No one had ever asked what you were good at before, especially with the subject you struggled the most with. The closest thing you had got was Professor Coleman encouraging you after barely passing an exam. 

“I wouldn’t really say I’m good at any of it, more like what I’m okay at.” You offered him an awkward smile. 

“Okay, what are you okay with then?” Bob crossed his fingers, hands settled on the table. 

God, those hands were gorgeous. You thought everything about him was gorgeous, but his hands were an exceptional characteristic. The way they flexed in the slightest while he was flipping pages earlier. Veins prominent and begging for your attention. Your mind wandered for a moment, wondering what his hands might feel like to be all over your body. Roaming and grabbing at the expanses of your skin. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, then slowly pulled your fingers in to form a soft fist. You knocked your knuckles on the table lightly before responding. 

“Fluids and thermals,” you looked at him with a more serious look this time, “basically the only stuff that’s needed for my field of study. Or at least the stuff that I might use.” 

“I can work with that,” Bob smiled as he adjusted his glasses. 

A part of you panicked. What did he mean he could work with that? 

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t help the concern that bled into your tone. 

“Oh I, nothing, just trying to get an idea of what I’m going to study up on.” Bob said. 

Bob’s cerulean eyes stared into yours, a sincere look settled on his features. You could tell he was being earnest, no malicious intent behind his words. You hadn’t noticed the tension in your shoulders until then. Your guard was up and he just happened to be the one caught in the crossfire. His eyes flicked down to your hands, curled in fists. His hands parted, laying them palm flat on the table. 

“Why geology?” Bob asked with a smile. 

It seemed out of left field, but it helped to relieve your tension. Physics was the last thing on either of your minds for the rest of the session. The next two hours were filled with sips of your coffee and bouts of laughter. You spouted on and on about how even though the world always bounces back, we still need to put in the effort to maintain it while the human race is here. By the time you left you felt relieved, ready to trust Bob with teaching you the ways of electric currents and quantum physics. 

-

Bob felt like the breath had been knocked out of him from the moment you walked in the study room. Your disheveled appearance, backpack haphazardly slung over your shoulder, and coffee cup in hand was breathtaking. He didn’t mean to be awkward, but it couldn’t be avoided. Bob knew that he had always been awkward. So when Professor Coleman approached him for a tutoring opportunity, he was a little shocked. But he knew that Professor Coleman trusted him, so he would put his best efforts into this. 

Which was a little hard at first. Bob was so taken with you, wanting to know everything about you. He couldn’t help resist the urge to get up and get your chair for you, mentally kicking himself for such an odd gesture it came off as. He had barely known you for two minutes and he was already acting awkward. 

Bob could tell you were a little on guard, especially after the chair incident. The way your shoulders had tensed when he asked what type of physics you were good at. He wasn’t trying to shame you or anything of that nature, god no. He just needed to truly know what parts of physics you were decent with. It would allow for him to brush up on some of the other subjects he hadn’t used in a hot minute. Yeah, he was an astrophysics grad student but that didn’t mean he used all types of physics daily. 

Then he asked the fateful question of ‘why this degree’. 

Bob had been fascinated with space since he was a young child. Growing up he was gifted lego rocket sets for christmas, a telescope for his birthday, astronaut ice cream randomly. He had his eyes focused on being an astronaut as a child, but that all changed in middle school. After a field trip to a nearby museum with a space exhibit, he realized that being an astronaut wasn’t for him. He didn’t want to go to space, he wanted to be the person sending people to space. Being able to understand space enough to build something and have it survive the vacuum of space? That was the true dream. 

Hearing why people choose their degree and field of study always interested Bob. From his friend Mickey picking world languages to ‘bridge the gap’, or Bradley picking political science to travel the world, or Nat chemistry because it just clicked for her. But no matter who it was, they always had a compelling reason for him. Yours was the most compelling by far. 

Minerals and rocks had always fascinated you, but water? The way it was all interconnected? Now that was your favorite thing, and it was captivating to Bob. The way you talked about how you knew you had been spoiled growing up in the Great Lakes region. Fresh water being so abundant that the idea of a drought or water shortage had never crossed your mind. Bob could feel your passion ebb and flow as you spoke about it more and more. 

Bob had to take geology for his undergrad, but nothing in depth. Hearing you talk about a section of science he was familiar with but not completely knowledgeable of was exciting. All the gaps from his class years ago were being filled. Water was so simple yet so complex. They way you animatedly talk about it, making barely decipherable diagrams with your hands, trying to explain to him in the best way. It was cute. 

Bob flushed at the thought. Only to be saved when you checked your phone. That led to him checking his own, realizing you two were five minutes of the allotted study time. 

“Ah shit, I’m sorry I used up all the time,” you apologized while getting out of your chair. 

“It’s fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time either.” Bob grabbed his books, placing them in his backpack. 

He watched you stand up, tossing your coffee cup in the wastebasket then tossing your bag over your shoulder once more. Bob couldn’t help but stare at you, focusing on more of your features. The way the harsh fluorescent lighting made you glow like an angel. The college campus sweater you had on must have been one size bigger, creating a little bit of a baggy look. The way your athletic leggings were hugging your legs, making his mind wander slightly. He wanted to know what your legs might look like uncovered, potentially wrapped around his waist too. 

Bob looked away when his eyes flicked back to yours. He still had to give you his number after all of this too. He scratched the back of his neck, “Can I give you my number?” 

“Oh yeah, of course, I meant to ask you for it earlier,” a big smile pulled across your lips. 

Bob felt his heart swell when you smiled. Bob took your phone after you offered it to him, typing his number in under the new contact layout. You took it back from him, adding a little pair of glasses after his name unknowingly to him, before typing out a small text. 

“There I sent you a text.” 

Bob checked his phone seeing a new text notification. 

“Got it,” Bob said with a smile. 

“So, I’ll see you next time?” You asked. 

“Yeah, you’ll see me next time.” Bob answered. 

He watched you leave the study room before he grabbed his own book bag. He placed a strap on each shoulder, making sure his bag was secured to his back before leaving. He made his way out of the library and into the hallway, heading to meet with Professor Coleman. Before he walked into Coleman’s classroom he checked his phone to properly read your text. 

hey starboy

Without a second thought Bob created your contact, adding the wave emoji after your name.

taglist:

@wkndwlff

@thedroneranger

@callsign-sprout

[fujouppy]

its so awesome to be friends with someone elses dog

[whyoneartheven]

Yknow that vine where the guy is like “let me innnn. LET ME INNNNN!!!” that is me rn

Just replace “let me in” with “I need to scream”

[danothan]

(image cred @/binnttt on IG)

just a reminder that you can call your reps everyday and leave voice messages outside of office hours! calls usually go to congressional staffers if not interns who tally up the amount of calls made for which specific issues. these numbers are then passed along to the representative in question. don’t worry abt how you sound, you don’t need to persuade anyone over the phone. this is a numbers game, so the more calls you can make, the more that tally goes up. it takes no time, none of my calls even go for a minute, just makes sure you speak clearly so they know which issue to count for

the scripts i’ve been using have been collected from other ppl who have made calls or simplified from email scripts. they’re geared towards ppl in the US, but your call can be as simple and straightforward as asking for a ceasefire in gaza:

“Hi, I’d like to leave a comment with [representative] to say that I strongly oppose the US’s relations with Israel and stand strongly with Palestine, and I’m asking that [representative] do the same. I urge [him/her] to vote FOR House Resolution 786 and AGAINST any bill that supports Israel, and I will be basing my vote in the upcoming elections on how [he/she] chooses to proceed.”

“Hi, I noticed that [representative] is cosponsoring the Israel Supplemental Appropriations Act, and I do not support my taxpayer money aiding in Israel’s occupation of Palestine. So I strongly urge that [he/she] reevaluates and conditions this assistance to prevent anymore human rights violations.”

“I’m calling because I noticed that [representative] is standing with Israel, and I just wanted to say that I don’t support my taxpayer money aiding in Israel’s occupation of Palestine. Our priority should be preventing Israel from causing anymore destruction to Palestine, and I hope [he/she] stands with Cori Bush’s Ceasefire Now Act.”

“I’m calling in from [my district] abt House Resolution 768: The Extreme Risk Protection Order Expansion Act. I noticed that [representative] is NOT a cosponsor of this resolution. If that’s true, I just wanted to pass along my support and hope that [he/she] votes against HR 768 with how it stands by Israel.” (you can check on govtrack.us)

“Hi, I would like to urge [representative] to stand with Palestine and to defund Israel. I hope [he/she] votes NO to house resolution 768 and YES to house resolution 786.”

“Hi, I noticed that [representative] is pushing for an act that will prevent all aid from reaching Gaza, and I’m horrified that this decision is even being introduced. I urge [representative] to reevaluate [his/her] priorities and recognize that Palestine is who we need to stand with, not Israel.”

“Hi, I’m calling abt the upcoming negotiations for a 5-day ceasefire in Gaza that will allow aid to pass through, and I strongly urge [representative] to support this decision.”

“I’d like to voice my concern for [representative’s] support for Israel and ask that [he/she] cosponsor Cori Bush’s Ceasefire Now Resolution and OPPOSE the $14.6 billion in weapons aid to Israel.”

[genuflectx]

Maaan I love the optimistic advice "keep practicing and you'll get better at art" as much as the next artist, but it always rubs me the wrong way when that evolves into "just keep practicing and you WILL 100% succeed and CAN get into the industry."

It changes from good general advice to implying you're just doing something wrong if still haven't "made it" yet. Not in the industry? Well, you just haven't worked hard enough, obviously, as if there aren't plenty of other factors that play into "succeeding” in a highly competitive industry like art.

Don’t let advice that’s supposed to be encouraging turn into something discouraging 😭

[desordenado-ordenado]

¿Te gusta el electromagnetismo?

A mí me encanta. ¿Aprendemos juntos?

[dragonpyre]

What motivated you to pursue videe game artistry?

I realized I couldn’t be/didn’t want to be a vet (my life goal at the time) and panicked cuz I hate math and wanted a career without it. Discovered a video game/animation focused college at a college fair and started gearing towards that

So literally I became a video game artist cuz I hate math

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

Dear teachers,

Thank you for your kindness, support, hard work, dedication, and patience to children. Thank you for not only your lessons on math, science, history, etc, but also lessons on life.

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love- Part Two

series masterlist | prologue | part one | part three

pairing.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader (nickname Nova)

word count.

2.8k

warnings.

kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

bob did it! he asked nova on a date finally!! i figured since i'm writing this story so broken up, i'll upload it as a 'series' still, but it'll be more like an anthology. i've been best with writing a lot in concise order. so this is the best you're gonna get from me.

“How’d it go?”

Bob looked over at Mickey, a confused look on his face. Bob knew exactly what Mickey was talking about, obviously. He had told Mickey and Nat, but not the rest of their friend group. Who were all currently sitting at the table in Jake’s house.

“How’d what go?” Jake asked.

Bob looked away from Mickey, now realizing that everyone was focused on him. A rosy tint covered his cheeks now with the spotlight in him. Bob took his glasses off, setting them on the table. He ran his palms over his face, anxiety immediately starting to bubble. There was a reason that Bob didn’t bring up his dating life. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one, it was just limited in a sense.

He grew up in a small town in North Carolina. A limited amount of people lived there, and most other people his age weren’t interested in the things he liked. He kept to himself for the most part, not getting his first girlfriend until college. Which only happened thanks to the help of Mickey and Javy. That only lasted a few months, like every relationship he had been in. They all ran the same course in his mind. Meet, date, fuck, leave. It didn’t help that with college, it seemed like everything had a time limit on it.

“Bob here had a little date the other morning,” Natasha teased from the kitchen.

It was their monthly dinner night. The one night a month that all of them made sure to reunite. Since graduating college they had limited time together. They made sure to do this though, not wanting their friendships to rust and potentially crumble.

“A date?” One of Jake’s eyebrows lifted.

“No, it wasn’t a date,” Bob corrected.

“No?” Mickey asked.

“No.”

“Then what was it?” Jake questioned before taking a drink from his beer.

“I tutored someone,” Bob answered.

Jake looked at Natasha and Mickey with a certain look. Bob slipped his glasses back on before explaining more.

“Professor Coleman told me that he has a student that needs tutoring. Said he thought it’d be a good graduate opportunity for me, so I agreed to do it. And that student just so happens to be female, who needs help with a subject that I’m good at.”

"Ooo, I didn’t realize you were into the whole student teacher thing,” Jake quipped, smile plastered on his face.

“I’m no-”

“Oh, Professor Floyd, I need all this help, pretty please,” Mickey mocked. He posed outrageously a few times, trying to appear flirtatious.

Bob rolled his eyes, deciding that this was his own personal hell. Just as he was about to respond the doorbell rang. Bob quickly got up, heading to the door and away from the dining and kitchen areas. Even though he wasn’t in the room, he could still hear Jake and Mickey going on about Bob’s, apparently, new teacher student kink. Behind the door was Bradley and Reuben, Reuben holding two nice bottles of wine.

“Thank god,” Bob muttered.

“What a greeting,” Bradley said with a confused smile.

Bob shrugged not exactly sure what to say.

“Is Jake being Jake?” Reuben asked as they stepped in.

Bob closed the door behind them. He took the bottles from Reuben, allowing for Reuben to take his coat off.

“Mickey and Jake are bein-”

“Hey!”

All of them jumped a little bit. They all turned to see Natasha in the archway to the kitchen. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“What the hell took you two so long?”

“Well, Reuben took forever to decide on a wine.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said no reds,” Reuben chimed in.

“Yeah, cause reds are gross,” Bradley said.

All of them made their way to the kitchen. Bob was beyond thankful that Jake and Mickey had stopped their jokes about Bob’s tutoring. The dislike for red wine continued as they got into the kitchen. Natasha and Bob got their own glasses of wine while everyone greeted each other. Eventually, it was finally reinstated that Reuben was the only person who actually liked red wines.

“You guys are just so uncultured,” Reuben joked.

“Uh-uh, you don’t get to call me uncultured,” Mickey pointed a finger at Reuben, “my culture is very different from all of yours.”

All of them erupted with laughter. They all got settled, now only waiting for Javy to show up. It was going to be a little late for that, Javy informing them earlier about the last minute emergency that came into the clinic.

“Seriously, Bob, how’d the tutoring go though?” Jake asked after a sip of beer.

“It was, it was good. She’s bright, doesn’t give herself enough credit.” Bob explained.

“Freshman?” Bradley asked.

“No, junior,” Bob replied.

“A junior taking Physics two? Isn’t that a little late?” Natasha added.

“Woe, woe, physics two is what you’re tutoring?” Jake seemed shocked.

Bob took a drink of wine, silently thanking Bradley for making Reuben get a pink wine.

“Yeah, physics two to a geology major.”

“Isn’t that basically their whole degree?” Jake asked.

“No, bagman, it’s not,” Natasha’s tone was stern.

Jake put his hands up, not wanting Natasha to get upset.

“I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m just asking.” Jake was cautious with his words this time.

“Well, however much physics they need,” Bradley started, “Bob’s the man for the job.”

Bob smiled as they all agreed, toasting to Bob and his success with tutoring.

-

“Check?” You asked, pushing your paper towards Bob.

“Check,” Bob said, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed your paper.

You leaned back in the chair, heat pooling in your cheeks, waiting to hear that you were wrong. Again.

The day had been long, two classes that morning, then study hall, and now tutoring. Your brain felt fried at this point. And optic equations weren’t really helping. The one thing that did seem to help was Bob though. Ever since exchanging numbers the two of you had been texting.

Was it as often as you wanted? No. But were you complaining? A little bit.

Ever since meeting him you wanted to know more. What was his favorite food? Movie? Where did he come from? Why for the love of god was he pursuing astrophysics for his masters?

No matter what the answers, you would show up to these meetings every week. They had slowly become the highlight of your weeks. Being able to watch Bob work, flipping through pages while writing down equations with no issue. It was oddly captivating, seeing his brain work at such a high level seamlessly. Like a super computer at work.

“Three is wrong,” Bob said, offering the paper back to you.

“Seriously?” You snatched the paper, looking the equation over again.

“Very,” Bob had a small smile on his face, soft wrinkles forming near his eyes.

You sat the paper back down, flipping to the page in your text book breaking down the equation. After pulling up the notes on your computer you another attempt.

“So, why astrophysics?” You asked.

Bob watched you try the problem again, not paying any attention to him when you asked the question.

“It’s cool,” Bob awkwardly answered.

Not a lot of people asked Bob about his interests, aside from Nat and Mickey. Hell, even when Jake asked him about things he got a little surprised. Obviously he was more than a little surprised right now. The cute girl he was tutoring was asking him about himself, how could he not be surprised?

Yeah, he had been texting you, but they were pretty surface level texts. Simple things like ‘when do you have class?’ or ‘hope you have a good day’, and even ‘do you want a coffee today?’. In all honestly, it was mainly you texting him and him responding with surface level answers. He just wasn’t exactly sure what to say or what to do. As much as he wanted to ‘shoot his shot’ as Bradley would say, he was afraid of scaring you off.

“Just cool?” You peaked up from your paper, “That’s it? No other reason?”

Bob noticed a little bit of a playful tone in your words.

“Yeah, kind of,” Bob said with a small smile.

“Well, what makes it kind of cool then?” You honestly just wanted to have a little bit of distraction while trying the equation.

“Space, stars, black holes, rockets, all of it. It’s just really cool.” Bob watched your pencil etch on the paper. “It’s just cool to learn about the things that are hard to understand. The intangible being somewhat tangible? I just want to understand it all more, help others understand it too. Kind of like you and geology.”

You looked up at Bob smiling.

“But geology is tangible,” you joked.

“I’m pretty sure there are things that you can’t touch in geology, like lava,” Bob said. He put his elbows on the table, reaching over to your paper, “Now let me see this.”

“Why, it’s probably not right this time either,” you offered him the paper reluctantly.

“Don’t doubt yourself,” Bob reassured you, taking the paper from you.

“Doubting is all I’ve been taught to do in this field.”

It was meant to come out as a joke, nothing more. But the way Bob face changed almost broke you. It wasn’t a big change, but it was still enough of one. A silence started to hang between the two of you. It felt as if your body was going to cave in on yourself, shoulders drawing closer together as you made yourself smaller.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize.” Bob’s gaze locked with yours, sincerity in his blue eyes.

“Being in STEM hasn’t been easy on me,” you let out a soft chuckle.

Bob sat there, staring, waiting for you to say something. He adjusted his glasses before you spoke again.

“This isn't anything towards you, cause you’ve been nothing but kind to me,” you crossed your arms and pulled them close, “but my life in STEM has been man after man telling me that this isn’t for me. No matter how hard I’ve tried, easy or hard the subject, it’s been a big fat you’re not good enough. It really starts to weigh on you after a while, why do you think I took physics so late?” The word vomit was followed with an awkward laugh, “Sorry, I-”

“I said don’t apologize, and I meant it,” Bob reached out, offering a hand to you across the table. “I know it might not mean much from me, especially because I’m not in your field, but you do belong here.”

Something had started to well up in your throat, tears pricking your eyes lightly. The muscles through your body started to relax. Your shoulder straightening out a little, arms not held so closely together. The soft shell you had created was dissipating, cracking at the seams. You reached out, taking his hand and focusing on the soft skin of his palm.

“I- thank you, but are you sure? I mean, I can’t even figure out optical equations.”

“Listen,” Bob’s hand squeezed yours, “I can only imagine what people have said to you, but they are all wrong. Like I said, you belong here, probably more than all those people who told you those things.”

His other hand came down to cover your clasped hands, provoking you to do the same. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other and holding hands. You gave him a sarcastic ‘okay’ look, earning you a playful ‘I’m being serious’ look. The both of you broke into smiles while continuing to hold each others hands. A rosy color had started to appear on Bob’s cheeks.

“Have you ever been to the Cranbrook Institute of Science?”

The question took you a little off guard, but it warmed your heart.

“Everyone in STEM here has, but I’d be happy to go again,” you looked away for a moment as warmth filled your cheeks.

A bit of surprise touched Bob’s features, surprised by your answer. He thought it might be a long shot, asking you on a date, but he was hoping that after the last few weeks you’d be up for it. He really wanted to ask you prior to this session, but his nerves got the better of him. The possibility of tutoring becoming awkward would be the death of him.

“Are you sure? Because if you think that would make it awkward or anything, I don’t want that for you. And I don’t want it to seem like you have to come with me or anything. I promise that even if you say no, I’ll tutor you to the best of my abilities.” Bob’s nerves always made him word vomit.

“Hey,” it was your turn to squeeze his hands, “I’d be more than happy to go, especially with you, starboy.”

Excitement blossomed through Bob, the nickname making his heart ache. Most nicknames he earned were full of teasing, and maybe yours was to a degree. But he liked it. It felt personal, something full of love, something he wanted more of.

“Okay,” Bob said while nodding softly.

You squeezed his hands one more time before letting go. The two of you adjusted yourselves, sitting across from each other once again. A smile cracked across your face as you watched Bob adjust his glasses once more. There was a small grin plastered on his lips. He grabbed your paper once again, looking it over.

“Oh, and number three is right.”

-

It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Barely balancing on the balls of your feet on each step, you ran up the steps to your apartment. You had to tell your roommates immediately, they would get a kick out of it. Once you got to the door you punched your code into the keypad, hearing the tone of acceptance and unlocking of the deadbolt. You took your backpack off as you opened the door, setting it on the floor as the door closed.

The hard material of the door caught you, keeping you up straight when you fell back onto it. You rested your head back on the door, smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all.

The way he had looked at you. Those words coming out of his mouth with a type of shy confidence. Every time he had adjusted his glasses made your heart flutter. God, it was so fucking nerdy and you loved it. The seriousness that took over his face when double checking your work. It was the face you had been dreaming about for weeks.

The dreams had ranged from innocent to devious. Hand holding, cuddles, and coffee dates were some of the softer things, thoughts that lingered for hours after you woke up. Then there were the dreams that had you craving more. Hands on your hips, head between your thighs, and a sensation of being filled up. Those thoughts lingered for more than a few hours. Honestly, those thoughts never left your mind.

“You good?” A familiar voice asked.

You opened your eyes to see Mara and Alex staring at you. They were sitting at the kitchen table, books and laptops open with papers all over the place. You toed your shoes off before lugging your backpack to the table. It made a thump as you placed it on a chair you pulled out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, "a-ok.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, Mara smiled and shook her head.

“Spill,” Mara said.

“Did you guys fuck in the study room?” Alex asked.

“Oh my god, no. Alex why-”

“Tell, now.” Mara demanded.

“I may or may not have a date on Saturday,” you smiled and put your hands flat under your chin, jokingly showing your face off.

“Fucking finally, it’s been weeks since you two started whatever this is,” Alex explained, “the slow burn was becoming too slow for my taste.”

You stuck your tongue out while flipping Alex off, moving over to the cabinet for a glass.

“Where’s it at?” Mara asked in a cheerful tone.

“Cranbrook,” you answered, pulling the water pitcher out of the fridge to fill your glass.

“Of course,” Alex chuckled a little.

“What?”

“It’s just a little,” Alex paused for a moment, “nerdy.”

“Says the one who took your last date to an arcade.” You stated.

Mara laughed and agreed with you. You made your way back to the table, moving your bag from the chair and sitting down.

“It’s a different nerdy and you know it,” Alex said.

“It’s a smart nerdy,” Mara added.

Alex rolled her eyes at the both of you.

For the rest of the night you three sat at the table, working on homework and scrolling through tiktok on occasion. You had explained everything to them, the way he asked you and the time you’d be meeting with him on Saturday. Mara and Alex had been teasing you ever since you started your tutoring sessions. They had both convinced themselves that he was the one for you, so they made sure you looked your best on the day of.

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[tadashiscience]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDQXu5ZTMFQ Helium's Secret to Stability Unveiled #shorts #chemistry #Helium #Stability #NobleGases #OctetRule #Electrons #ElementStability #ChemicalBonding #OuterShell #EnergyLevel #ChemistryFacts #ScienceExplained #PeriodicTable Watch the full video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8evJHRzsraA via Tadashi Science https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXrKyd6XS4oyhjKppE4ZZvw April 22, 2025 at 05:01PM

[ivy-meshle]

Why does my body allow stress to create nausea like dipshit calm tf down! I prommy feeling like I’m gonna vomit if I move too fast does NOT decrease my stress levels.

[ragnars-tooth]

one thing they don't tell you about academics being your only form of validation is that you'll end up having incredibly embarrasing conversations. in my first year halls i told my mate i did badly at a level... and then revealed i got two A*s and a B 💀

i more than passed. i got the highest classification i could in two of the subjects i studied and i still thought i was shit becuase i didnt get the third A while actively sick in bed for a year. I DIDN'T GO TO CLASSES FOR SIX MONTHS. I HAD TO TEACH MYSELF THE A LEVEL CONTENT WHEN ALL ONLINE SUPPORT HAD STOPPED 'POST' COVID. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T DO GOOD ENOUGH???

and not only is that really ridiculous on it's own- that i was never congratulated by my parents or my teachers for doing well because i could have done better, and should have lived up to my potential- but i also made my friend feel like shit. becuase he was on the more academic course than me and had gotten way lower grades (that were still incredible!!! he got on his dream course!!! he was doing what he wanted where he wanted to do it!!!)!!! i was so delirious to the high of BIG GRADE i didn't even realise i was putting everyone around me down because i couldn't get straight 100s!!!

IT'S ALL FAKE. IT'S ALL NUMBERS. THE AVERAGE GRADE IS A C AND C'S GET DEGREES. WHY DRIVE YOURSELF CRAZY DOING ANYTHING MORE!!!

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found out I got a 95 on my linear algebra exam today, genuinely thought I was gonna get around a 70 and an 80 if I was lucky 🧍‍♂️ I fr BSed my way through the entire thing (started doing the notes for the entire unit the morning of the exam bc I’m insane and I want to see if my body can take it (Markiplier reference) anyway never doing that again 💀 (I in fact, probably will be doing that again))