#supersolider

[materialsscienceandengineering]

The first observation of a material exhibiting a supersolid phase of matter

Through experimental research, a team of physicists affiliated with multiple institutions in China has observed a material in a supersolid phase of matter for the first time. In their paper published in the journal Nature, the group describes the experiments they conducted to accomplish this feat and its implications. Nature has published a Research Briefing in the same journal issue outlining the work done by the team on this effort. A supersolid is a seemingly contradictory material—it is defined as rigid, but also has superfluidity, in which a liquid flows without friction. In the 1970s, theoretical work by Anthony Leggett suggested that such a material might be possible. But until now, no one has been able to find it in nature or synthesize it in the lab. To create a supersolid, the researchers involved in this new study started with a compound called NBCP—it has the unique attribute of atoms arranged in triangular lattices. This means, the research team found, that if it is placed within a magnetic field, all its atoms will spin in the same direction.

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[crimson-catalyst]

kittykittykittykittykitty

its hard work being this pretty!!!

[iconac]

god i wanna make a horizon au for revan where they're an ancestor but they'd never abandon earth like far zenith did lmao. the patron saint of hopeless causes and bloody revenge would die for zero dawn

[extinctiondebt]

the patient needs to stay up all night to process trauma

[nattikay]

I think there is some truth to this, in that Jake has some serious trauma (all the characters in this franchise kinda do tbh). We get a little more insight via The Next Shadow and The High Ground comics into how he feels absolutely horrendous and regretful about the hurt his actions caused in the first movie, and he is apprehensive about potentially making the wrong decision and causing more.

Even if that weren’t the case, though, I don’t really vibe with the characterization of his choice to flee with his family as “selfish”.

Jake is a strong asset to the Omatikaya, yes, but they are not helpless without him. That may have been somewhat true in A1 when he was the only one with knowledge on human tactics and weaponry and whatnot, but it’s not true anymore—the whole clan is full of capable warriors who are now trained on how to deal with the RDA’s crap thanks to Jake.

It’d be one thing if Jake were the only person capable of leading/protecting the clan here, but he’s not. Tarsem and the other warriors are strong and smart; they can handle themselves.

So when the situation becomes “a highly dangerous team of elite genetically-modified supersoldiers is actively hunting my family specifically”, the choice to get the heck out of there…is a perfectly reasonable one.

The Sully kids were in a lot more danger in the mountains with the recoms roaming around than the Omatikaya were without Jake. Some viewers may not like or agree with his decision to leave—and that’s fine—but it’s not an illogical one and I don’t think it was innately “selfish”.

Rather than viewing Jake's choice to depart from the Omatikaya as solely a selfish decision to protect himself and his immediate family, we could also consider that he might be reacting this way due to some serious trauma from the first film. Remember, Jake's direct actions and his hesitation to fully side with the Omatikaya and the Na'vi until the end caused the destruction of the Home Tree and the death of many people. Now, the RDA is coming directly for him with a Recom-team that can pass freely through Pandora without setting off the defense mechanism that kept the clan safe. So, Jake made a rushed decision to leave them, likely driven by the fear of being the reason they lose their home again.

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[nickcharleswife]

Due to a conversation on banana flavoring in candy, I ended up recommending Mistake on the Part of Nature to a friend of mine. The friend cackled a lot when he discovered my banana flavoring knowledge came from fanfic, but whatever 🙄

Anyhoo, he read it over the weekend and I received only this comment on it first thing this morning, “The story reminded me of what I’d imagine going on in a Frat house.”

And now I can’t unsee it.

Also can’t unsee just how much of Avengers Tower fanfic fits into a frat house kind of trope in all the best ways.

So here’s to Monday & hopefully many more silly nonsense comments.

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to go on a date with your monster. Like to give them a little gift.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your joyfriend is like.

1 you walk into a messy apartment, it looks like this is their first place where they live alone, away from other angels. They're sitting on a Lome mattress, cuddling a stuffed animal and watching TV. Despite everything they're still beautiful, their body youthful, and sexless, and athletic, their four white wings forever stained with blood. They look up at you with rose gold eyes, afraid, apologizing for if they scared you. But to their surprise you don't shy away from them, and somehow they feel safe and pure when you sit down to talk to them.

2 you see them in the shadows, alone in the dark of an empty park, changing shape, first a muscular humanoid in armor, then a wolf dancing through the night, then a combination of both, then finally a modern human in a ragged trenchcoat. Despite all their forms, their eyes are always the same. They come up to you and bow with a smile on their face. You slowly aproch them, for whatever reason their voice seems so familiar. You greet them with your hand as you would an animal, even as they're in human form, as you slowly pet their scars for the first time.

3 within the golden halls of an ornate train station you see them for the first time, through the crowd with inhumanly green eyes. They notice you despite everyone else. And you notice everything off about them, the wrong numbers of teeth, their hands occasionally having more or less then five fingers before returning back to normal. It's wordless but it doesn't need words for you to tell them that they don't need to pretend to be human around you. And for a momment you see them, naked, with branches for antlers, and the wings of a monarch butterfly, a serpent's head where a human’s genitals would be, and teeth made out of broken glass, and then only a rose exists where they once stood, but you know you'll see them again.

4 you see them for the first time in an empty parking lot, a massive creature with black eyes and countless legs, glowing yet dark, as they come twords you they take notes in an unknowable language. They inspect you as the dark matter pitter patters across your face. You expect them to hurt you as they reach out their claw but they only gently pet your head. You can tell that they're suprised, you're more receptive then most humans are. They give you a small peice of food to let you eat right from their claw, and it tastes batter then anything on earth.

5 you meet them in a café on a quiet side street. They don't like being seen by too many people. Their body is beautiful, but so inhuman, tall and slender, with silvery armor covering them from the neak down, their face pale and their eyes long since ripped out and replaced with red mechanical replacements. They're a bit afraid you won't be ok with them when you first meet them, but you start talking, and though they're shy at first they like the sound of your voice. They let you pet their head and they cuddle up to you, and their body is warm like a churning machine as you hug them for the first time, and they feel comforted in your arms.

6 you see them in a dark subway station. They clearly once were human, centuries ago, their body forever young, but pale and skinny, their eyes turned white and their mouth jawless and fanged like a lampry's. Their body is entirely sexless, barely shielded from the cold by a ragged suit. Most people avoid them, but you ask if they're ok and they just look up at you, when you ask if they're hungry they nod. You agree to give them some blood, and it feels like they're giving you little kisses as you offer them your wrist. When they're full you hug their cold body, and for a momment they're made warm.

7 an undead servent slowly brings them over to you in a wheelchair. Though their mansion is beautiful it's trapped in time, and dark even in the daytime. You can see the computer they're trapped in, it must be decades old by now. They look at you with an avatar meant to look like a drawing of themself, or at least how they'd want to look. Something about them makes you want to touch them, but you know you never can. You put your hand to the screen, and you can feel the magic flow through you, and for a momment that's enough.

8 you see them sitting there alone in a bar. A slender androgynous humanoid, they're wearing a black suit but upon closer examination it's part of their body, never to be taken off. You sit next to them, and they smile at you, you talk for a few moments and it's like they know more about the universe then you could ever imagine. They pet your head, and it feels like it'll kill you, but it only makes you feel more alive. They hand you a business card with their number on it, it says they're a servent of hades, they tell you you can contact them again if you like, they'll be around. When you look again they're entirely gone once more.

9 walking through an abandoned mall you see them, a life sized puppet, with stars and moons on its outfit, and a painted mask for a face. Coming closer to them you can see there's red liquid on them, and strange otherworldly bugs and mushrooms on their body. When you try to touch them they float in the air, and move as if they're alive, for a momment you think they'll hurt you but they run away. When you find them again, tracking them down to a dark arcade, you see they're crying. They expect you to hurt them but you reach out to help them instead, nobody's ever tried to help them like that before...

10 you see them ontop of a skyscraper's roof. They youthful human wearing a leather jacket smiling as a massive reptile, with bat like wings, and massive steel fangs, and a tail like a scorpion's flies down to them. You wonder if they'll try to calm it but instead they move together like one being, their eyes the same yellow color. The creature comes twords you, fire in its mouth, and poison in its teeth. You realize the two beings are one in the same, as the wyvern bows its head, ready for you to ride it, with its human body at your side.

11 for a momment they chase you through the night, the hooded masked figure running twords you, blade in hand. But as you cross the street they can't follow, it's as if they've hit a wall. The gods themselves have bound them. While you're in safety you look at them, there's a sadness behind that mask. You wonder, if they can't hurt you here, would there be any reason to hate them, would they choose to spare you if they knew your face, your voice...

12 all you can see is blackness, yet there is no darkness, only this slick metallic liquid around you. The lake bubbles up creating a false body with its fluid, first male, then female, then both, then neither. It beckons you in, and you know it would not let you drown. When you step inside all you can feel, all you can see, is the fluid around you, and you feel as if you're being held.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE ACTUALLY!!! What a fun and funny and fucked up little book!! I have pack bonded with a nanoprobe array, and I am so delighted about it!!

Books of 2023. FLIGHT & ANCHOR by Nicole Kornher-Stace.

Sooo I have a Murderbot hangover (shocking No One), and when that sort of thing happens, I try to thread my way out with book worlds that are Close But Different. This one is short, and very corporate hellscape, and also escaped modified supersoldiers, so I'm hoping it's a nice transition!

[but-a-humble-goon]

"Master Chief and Doomguy would be best friends." Master Chief was an abducted child supersolider created to crush human rebellions who is unerringly loyal to the fascist military that created him. Doomguy canonically beat his commanding officer to death for ordering him to shoot civilians. No they would not.

[wintersoldiersoul]

Push Through

Summary: Your ADHD makes it difficult for you to focus like normal. When you spiral, Bucky helps you calm down.

A/N: Things about this may seem crazy and unrealistic but as someone with ADHD I can confirm that I have had this exact experience. (Minus the sexy supersolider to help me unfortunately) TW: Mental health, lack of sleep and eating, ADHD, burnout

The room was an absolute disaster. Clothes all over the floor, endless cups of coffee, water, and tea taking up space on the desk, and there you were at the center of it. Sitting on your floor with your laptop, typing away furiously. Being in college and an avenger was already extremely difficult and it was even harder while struggling with ADHD.

You had gotten home from a three day mission yesterday, so stressed about the first draft of your thesis paper that was due in two days that you didn’t even shower or change before taking your medication and getting to work. A half-eaten sandwich sat beside you but you didn’t even feel hungry. Your meds suppressed your appetite and had you focused on one thing and one thing only: your homework.

Bucky was away from the tower on his own mission and while you couldn’t wait for him to get home safely, you could hardly even think about it in your current frenzy. You hadn't slept since getting home, taking another pill every time you felt the last one wear off. When your medication started to subside, it made you feel horrible. Jittery, but also depressed and just generally like life had no meaning. It was an awful feeling, especially when you knew it was caused by medication that you needed for your brain to function normally.

The bedroom door creaked open but you didn’t even hear it. You didn’t look up from the words you were typing as your boyfriend’s body filled the frame. You usually greeted him by running into his arms but this time, it was like you didn’t even know he was there. And you practically didn’t. The quiet voice of your subconscious whispered to you to go greet him, but the dominant hyper-focus muted that thought into silence.

“Hellooo,” Bucky called playfully, whistling to you to try to get your attention. You still didn’t look up, grabbing the can of Redbull beside you and taking a sip. “Y/N!” He said, loudly.

You shook your head and finally tore your eyes away from the screen. “Oh my god, hi! You’re home! How was the mission? Are you hurt? Did it go well? Any scratches?” You rapidly fired questions at him, the combination of your medication, caffeine and lack of sleep causing you to be in a manic-like state.

Bucky knew about your struggles with ADHD. He knew how hard it was for you to function everyday like everyone else. He saw as you read a passage of your schoolwork over and over and over again because the words just turned to mush on the page. He had listened to you cry at your frustrations over why school was so hard and how you had to put so much brain power and effort into every little task. He knew how you hated the crash of your medication but you needed them to survive, a constant struggle that you had to pick every morning. Did you wanna be able to focus today and not be able to get out of bed after 4pm, or did you wanna be happy but not be able to do a single productive thing?

“Woah, there, take a breath,” he laughed. His eyes scanned the room, looking at the mess surrounding your frame. And he noticed that you were still in your uniform. “Hey, I thought you got home yesterday. Why are you still in your uniform?” 

You looked down at yourself, realizing that you had in fact not changed. “Oh, shit. I sat down to do my homework as soon as I got home and-” you stopped abruptly. “Wait, did you say yesterday?”

He looked at you, confusion clouding his expression. “Yeah. It’s Sunday, babe.”

“No, no, that’s impossible. I just got home I’ve only been working for…” you clicked your phone, displaying the date and time. “26 hours…”

“What did you just say? You’ve been working for 26 hours? Babe, have you eaten? Slept? Have you even gone to the bathroom? How did you not know it had been that long?” He was extremely concerned for you. He had seen you manically power through assignments before, but nothing like this.

“I…uh,” you ran your fingers through your hair, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you had been working for so long. “Sandwich,” you pointed to the plate on the ground. 

Bucky walked over to the plate and stared at the barely eaten food. “Babe you had like, one bite of this. Is it your meds?”

You nodded. He knew that you often didn’t do simple things to take care of yourself when you took your meds. You would be so focused on the task at hand that you would usually set reminders every hour on your phone, telling you to take care of your basic human needs like eating or going to the bathroom. But you had been in such a frenzy after the mission that you didn’t do it this time.

“Honey, you look exhausted,” he smiled at you sadly. 

You shook your head. “Don’t feel tired. I need to keep working. I’ll go in the living room if you wanna unwind.” You grabbed your computer off the floor and started to walk out the doorway but were stopped by a large hand on your shoulder.

“No,” he grabbed your laptop and shut it, holding it over his head.

“Give it back, Bucky!” You began to jump, trying to reach the laptop. Bucky was considerably taller than you, meaning that it was a lost cause for you to try to get your computer from his grasp. He couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable you were, despite his extreme concern for your condition.

“Can’t do that, baby.” He placed the computer on the highest shelf in the room.

“Bucky, I need to keep going. My draft is due tomorrow!”

“And you’ve been working your ass off on it for the past 3 months. And the past 24 hours, alone. Your brain must be fried, baby, especially right after a mission.” He looked at you, eyes pleading for you to just take a break. Even if you felt fine from the extreme amount of medication and caffeine in your system, you were gonna crash soon. “How much medication did you take?” 

You thought back to how many times you felt it wear off and opened the bottle. Technically, you could take it every 4-6 hours. You weren’t being that reckless by using it so much, but of course you knew deep down that it wasn’t great to use it so much so frequently. “Uh… 5?” You admitted quietly.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “5 times? You've practically been hopped up on Concerta for an entire day straight?”

You didn’t know if the most recent dose was wearing off or if the pull away from the computer was causing it, but you could feel yourself crashing. Exhaustion tugged at your eyes and it fully hit you what you had been doing to yourself. You hated that this was how you were. People never understood how frustrating and debilitating ADHD truly was. There was no real “normal”. The medication made it easier for you to do work, but then you ended up like this. Your eyes filled with angry tears at yourself. “I hate this, Bucky! I hate this so much. I just wanna be able to function and do homework like normal!”

“Oh baby…” he pulled you into a hug. “I know it’s hard for you. I know I won’t ever truly understand how your brain works and what it feels like for you but I know you struggle. But you don’t just struggle, you fight, okay? You’re so smart, you’re the smartest person I know. The things you say, the way your mind works… god, I’m just so amazed by you, honey.”

“I hate the way my mind works!” You cried into him.

“I know baby, I know,” he stroked your hair as you cried, just wanting to bring you comfort. “But you don’t let it stop you. You don’t let your ADHD prevent you from doing and learning all of the things that you want to. You could have given up so many times but you didn’t. And that’s what counts, okay?”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself. You were so tired. And hungry.

“I tell you what, baby. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll cook us some food. Then you can pick out any sweatshirt of mine that you like and we’ll relax and get some rest.”

His plan sounded so appealing but you still had work to do. “But Bucky, I-” 

“Shh. No more working tonight. You still have all day tomorrow to finish up. And it’s only a draft, it doesn’t have to be perfect. Don’t you think taking a look with fresh eyes tomorrow will be good for you?”

“I-” you opened your mouth to argue, but he was right. “Okay,” you sighed. “You’re right.” 

He kissed the top of your head. “Oh yeah. Go shower, babe. And wash your hair. Please,” he teased.

“I hate you,” you laughed as you made your way into the bathroom.

You look at a long shower, letting the hot water cleanse both your mind and body. When you walked back out into the living room, in Bucky’s sweatshirt, of course, your favorite meal was sitting on the table. “Oh baby, you didn’t have to do this! You could have just put in a frozen pizza or something.”

Bucky smiled at you. “Hey, I wanted you to have your favorite. Plus I need to make sure you eat enough to nourish yourself after being up for so long.”

After you ate and Bucky also showered, you got into bed. Your eyes were so heavy and you couldn’t even think about the paper anymore, just wanting the soft blanket of sleep to take over.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Always, my love. I’ll help you work more tomorrow, okay? And I’ll make you a deal. Every page you finish, I’ll make you cum,” he whispered seductively.

Within seconds, you were out cold, resting up for the long day of writing and other things that tomorrow had in store.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Can a solid be a superfluid? Engineering a novel supersolid state from layered 2D materials

A collaboration of Australian and European physicists predict that layered electronic 2D semiconductors can host a curious quantum phase of matter called the "supersolid."

The supersolid is a very counterintuitive phase indeed. It is made up of particles that simultaneously form a rigid crystal and yet at the same time flow without friction since all the particles belong to the same single quantum state.

A solid becomes "super" when its quantum properties match the well-known quantum properties of superconductors. A supersolid simultaneously has two orders, solid and super:

Solid because of the spatially repeating pattern of particles.

Super because the particles can flow without resistance.

"Although a supersolid is rigid, it can flow like a liquid without resistance," explains Lead author Dr. Sara Conti (University of Antwerp).

Read more.

[tea-cuz-why-not]

Kore voice claim :}

in honour of getting acknowledged and the adorable Kit and Kore drawing, I present to you: Kore about worrying +lore under the cut

VA: Allegra Clark (voicing Beidou)

bandage lore everybody \/

When Kore was recruited to Gunntech it wasn’t because she was the best choice but because she volunteered instead of their two younger sisters who were tested to be more compatible with whatever genetic bs they do at GT. They were significantly younger though(like 4yo young) so the agency would have had to wait, Kore volunteered(big sister instincts kicking in, you are not doing sus experiments on my sisters) and was accepted because of their smarts more than anything else (and also because they could tell she cares about her siblings so they could be used as leverage against her if she ever goes rogue, manipulation yey 🙌)

They’re also very suspicious of GT as a whole, I mean, experiments on children and teenage supersoliders? SUS

But yeah, she only stays because she knows that GT can and will use their siblings against her. And maybe because she feels a little(a lot) protective over the younger trainees, hoping to find them a way out.

Anyway, nowadays she’s doing their best to take the brunt of as many things as possible, a kid acts out and warrants solitary confinement? Guess who just mocked and disobeyed the supervisor? A “volunteer” is needed for an experiment? Guess who just happens to be near to take it? And so she does her best to keep at least a bit of the ✨trauma✨ away from the kids

Bute yeah, because of all the experiments and disciplinary measures, Kore is most often seen with bandages about her whole person, she wouldn’t say it out loud but she low key enjoys serving as a bright warning sign to the children and a constant reminder of doubt to the older trainees, call it gold among dross

So yeah, soon(or in November, depends on how much motivation I’ll have while also doing Technotober) I might draw Kore with their siblings, and await Kit and Kore

—

There’s that, feel free to ask any questions you have about Kore(or her fam), goodnight

[rat-off-string]

Cain rpg is good bc where else wld u spend all of the money you got from barely surviving a mission on nice clothes and new shoes instead of actual powerful mechanical buffs? Because then you have to ask yourself. Well how long would this guy be able to go without having comfortable shoes. You may be a psychic supersolider but wouldn’t you like to be human. God

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Sometimes a werewolf is bitten, sometimes they're created in a horrible lab and go on to make that everyone's problem

Don't have a name for this guy (it/its) yet, but I wanted to make a torutued lab experiment oc because fuck tortured lab experiment ocs are fun to play with. It's technically more of a shapeshifter than a werewolf (can shift at will, not tied to the moon), but it's not having this argument again! It's a werewolf because werewolf sounds cooler than shifter!

Basic story is some shady government(?) Org wanted to make supersoliders, and this guy was the only successful experiment. But then it escaped and killed the scientists and now it just kinda does whatever. It likes using its shape-shifting abilities to fuck with people.

I wanted to finish these before posting but I am sick as a dog. People should send me asks about this guy btw I wanna talk about it

[deusvervewrites]

“I'm assuming this is for the Izuku Phantom AU, in which case he would know about Hatsume's Zoom Quirk in addition to her ghost powers. Therefore, logically, they were both part of an experimental supersolider program by the HPSC and escaped and that's why they're so close.”

— Deusverve, on Todoroki’s conspiracy theory

Izuku Phantom X Solar

I wish I could say that I couldn't believe the HPSC would perform human experimentation with ectoplasm.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐃𝐄𝐕 𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐈

❝ If there was one thing Dev had never thought would happen, it was finding out he was a mutant. Not to say that he had anything against mutants, he’d always thought they were really cool and impressive, but he knew of no one in his family who had possessed an active X gene and so hadn’t thought that he would either. But there he’d stood, at thirteen years old, shortly after having to shave for the first time, staring in wonder and mild shock at the miniature tornado swirling in his open palm.

If there was another thing Dev had never thought would happen, it was making friends with Captain freaking America, but that had happened as well. Many years after that afternoon when he’d discovered his mutation, Dev had wound up a perpetually tired high school English teacher who’d welcomed the famous Star-Spangled Man with a Plan into his classroom to give a presentation on civic responsibility to his students. Amazingly enough, the Avenger had deigned to have a conversation with Dev after the presentation, and the two men had struck up an unlikely companionship, with Dev being one of the first people Steve had texted on the new phone that Dev promptly spent countless hours trying to teach him how to use.

If there was another thing Dev had ever thought would happen - honestly, he was starting to think his life was just a never-ending string of events he’d never thought would occur - it would have been two of his best friends getting together to take down an evil Nazi offshoot that had been infiltrating a powerful government agency since the end of World War II. Dev had first met Sam Wilson when accompanying his cousin, who was a veteran, to one of the man’s therapy sessions at the Washington VA, and the two of them had become friends almost instantly. Dev knew about Sam’s history flying with Pararescue, of course (as much as Sam was legally allowed to tell him, anyway), but he’d never imagined that his friend’s qualifications would come in useful when Steve and the freaking Black Widow had shown up on his doorstep shortly after he’d finished dragging Dev on a torturous run around DC, telling Dev and Sam that S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised by a group that Steve thought had died with the Red Skull when he went into the ice.

Now, more than a few years after two Avengers showed up on Sam’s doorstep and Dev had been sent home to wait the battle out while two of his friends fought for their freedom and their lives, Steve is dead, and Sam (who Dev is now dating, which he’s still amazed at every day), has given up the Captain America shield their friend bestowed on him. Dev is more than willing to support his boyfriend, of course - but now a violent and determined group called the Flag Smashers is waging their own personal war on the world, and the government couldn’t even wait five minutes before appointing a total asshole as the new Captain America in Sam’s place.

For most of his life, Dev has relegated his powers of air manipulation to a well-kept secret at worst and a party trick at best. But now Sam, along with Bucky Barnes, another one of Steve’s dear friends - who is deeply attractive and just emotionally stunted enough for Dev to be interested in - are desperate for help in taking down the Flag Smashers, and no matter if Dev has any proper training or not, he’s never been one to refuse people in need.

So now Dev, who has never had more than the most basic self-defence training from his boyfriend, is travelling around the world hunting and fighting against a crew of misguided supersoliders, breaking the man responsible for Sam ending up in a floating prison out of his own jail cell, trying to keep his cool about being thrown in with two of the most attractive men he’s ever seen in his life… and doing his absolute best not to punch John Walker in his smug, stupid face.

Honestly, Dev thinks, he should just stop thinking things aren’t ever going to happen. Because so far in his life, that just seems to be an indicator that things are going to happen.

Except that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have it any other way. ❞

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