#pod execution

[fetidbog]

Turning over some Pod & Ilyn parallels in my head after reading @naggascradle's excellent post here. Really interesting how Ilyn is the silent executioner for Ned:

A Game of Thrones, ch. 65

and then Pod is going to be executed by Stoneheart until Brienne speaks up screams:

A Feast for Crows, ch. 42

[falmerbrook]

I need a bosmer househusband. I think that would fix me

[cowboytruths]

i finally bought a percolator/moka pot after years of torturing myself with a keurig WHY didnt i do this sooner

[pharmakon-ghoul]

little (unfinished?) doodle of a bigger piece for my martin timeline :] because of that he's very pixelated and u have my apologies for that

spoiler warning for MAG 186!!! but this is how I imagined Also Martin. you know,,, lonely. kinda what he would've been if he'd given in completely to the Lonely. what a guy. speaking the harsh truths, to.. well, to his own face.

[overheard-at-star-command]

Grub: The Emperor wants you to review the Enemies of Evil file. Brain Pod: Where is it? Grub: I don't know, why don't you ask his assistant? Brain Pod: You ARE his assistant! Grub: And I just said I don't know!

[bloodstainsandconfetti]

I think it’s important that we talk about Swansea and how he’s VERY MUCH SO meant to be a foil to Jimmy.

While Swansea comes off as grouchy, abrasive, and stubborn, the biggest thing about his character is that he’s HONEST. Brutally so. Meanwhile, Jimmy basically lies through his teeth to both himself, and everyone else, from the first moment we meet his character.

Swansea comes off as stubborn, as if he doesn’t take his coworkers seriously, not because he genuinely looks down on them but because he doesn’t want them to get hurt. While he does see Daisuke as just this naive young adult, we learn in the execution scene that he doesn’t necessarily see that as a bad thing. He wants Daisuke to retain that light that he lost as grew to become grizzled and exploited.

Swansea knows he’s good at his job and so he TAKES RESPONSIBILITY by making sure HES the only one doing the dangerous work. Because he doesn’t WANT to push it onto someone else and get them hurt. Meanwhile, again, Jimmy basically manipulates Daisuke into sacrificing himself all so Jimmy can make sure Curly isn’t dead in medical. (While not even caring what Anya does to herself)

Daisuke is basically Swansea’s “Curly” if that makes sense. There are multiple lines of dialogue that hint to him saving the pod for him, to give him the best chance of survival. However, when he gets horrible injured in the vent, instead of FORCING HIM TO STAY ALIVE in tons of pain (like Jimmy did w/ Curly throughout the whole game) he ends his life BECAUSE he cares about how Daisuke feels and not just how HE feels. Cause we all know Jimmy keeps Curly alive for very selfish reasons.

After everything, Swansea is extremely honest about who he is. The type of person he was and is and could’ve been. The mistakes he’s made, the things he actually cares about, even if they’re flawed or unhealthy. Meanwhile, even then, Jimmy continues to deny what he is and what is intentions are and what he really wants. He CONTINUES to refuse to take any sort of responsibility even when Swansea says to his face that he already sees past it.

Swansea is basically the narrative opposite of Jimmy, while also, funnily enough, kinda being used as a red herring at first. I mean, he’s the fat angry alcoholic old guy who carries an axe everywhere so ofc you’d expect him to be the bad guy. The story even shows you him trying to kill Jimmy/the player without context, to further sort of bait ur expectations. When in reality, he’s the one who saw Jimmy for what he really was before anyone else really did.

[willowsnook]

Bruised Egos, Hidden Feelings

hiya!!! for you're sandwich shop, i have an order for roast beef with vinegar on rye pls??

Quinn hughes x enemy!reader

 I wanted it to be you

Moving to Vancouver was not in your cards for the year, but when an opportunity to move from the collegiate level to professional came along, you couldn’t really turn it down. You had been working at the University of Michigan’s athletics department for the past four years on their corporate partnerships teams, which you really enjoyed. As a former athlete at Michigan, it was a chance to stay involved with your alma mater and do good for the school. 

A couple of months ago your boss had told you that an old colleague of his, who was now the Chief Marketing Officer for the Vancouver Canucks, was looking to bring someone new to their partnership teams. It would be a new title and major pay raise, and your boss insisted you apply. Five rounds of interviews later and here you were. 

You’d found an apartment close to the facility with a great view over the water, and now all that was left to do before your first day was move all your stuff into the apartment. Your best friend Jack told you that he had a friend in Vancouver who would help carry stuff up with you, so you were waiting patiently in the lobby for the mystery man to appear. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you heard a voice swear, and you looked up to see the last person on earth you wanted to run into. 

“He said a friend, not brother,” you groaned as you stared into Quinn Hughes's eyes. He looked equally displeased to see you, so it was nice to know that nothing had changed since the last time you had seen each other. 

The last time was during the summer when Jack had invited you to the lakehouse, and you spent a weekend bickering with Quinn so much that the two of you had to be separated multiple times. You had a rough history with him that went back to your Michigan days when you were both athletes. You found him to be broody and insensitive and he claimed you were entitled and a brat. Truly a match made in heaven. 

“Why are you here?” You demanded and Quinn glared back at you. 

“Jack said he had a friend who needed help, and I owe him a favor,” he shot back, and you huffed. 

“I don’t want your help,” you said firmly. 

“I don’t care,” he snapped and moved outside toward the moving pod that had all your stuff. 

The two of you began working silently, carrying stuff up to your new apartment and not saying a word to each other. You were standing in the pod trying to pull a box of your clothes off the top when you miscalculated, causing the box to fall and come straight at you. Bracing for impact, you shot up your arm to cover your face, but something yanked you out of the way at the last second. Quinn had you tightly against him before the box hit the ground, your clothes spilling out. 

“Careful,” he murmured, and your heart raced at the contact between you. As much as you hated the man, he was exactly your type, at least physically. Dark hair, athlete, sad eyes. Your holy trinity. Blushing, you moved out of his grasp, muttering a thanks as you kneeled to clean up the mess. 

When you were finishing up, Quinn lingered by the door, confused. 

“Why are you even here anyway?” He asked and you looked over at him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“In Vancouver, idiot,” he said, and you rolled his eyes. 

“I took a job with the Canucks,” you mumbled and his eyes widened. 

“Tell me you're joking,” he deadpanned. 

“I wish I were,” you said, snapping back at him. “See you at work asshole.” 

He turned to leave your apartment and slammed the door behind him. 

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It had been a month since Quinn helped you move in, and you both were executing a flawless strategy of avoiding each other in the facility. In fact you had only even seen him a couple of times so far. You loved your new job, the team was great and you were happy to be a part of a professional organization like this. All of the players you worked with on marketing initiatives seemed to really like you and you imagined it was because you could relate to them in some ways, having competed in soccer at a national level. Your favorite was the Finnish center Aatu, who followed you around like a puppy when free. He was two years younger than you, so you really looked at him like a baby, which annoyed him. 

He was helping you set up a banner welcoming a company renting out the event space, holding the ladder as you climbed up. 

“Raty!” Quinn barked from the doorway. “On the ice.” 

“Coming, just give me a second,” Aatu said back, looking up at you, worried you might fall. 

“Now,” Quinn insisted firmly, and Aatu sighed. 

“I don’t think him being here another second is going to kill you,” you said, glaring down at Quinn from above. 

“I didn’t realize your job description included using players to do your work for you,” he sneered at you and you climbed down the ladder to get closer to him. 

“I didn’t realize yours included being a bitch,” you shot back and you could see the steam radiating off of him. Aatu looked nervously between you before gently nudging Quinn to the door. 

“I’ll see you later y/n,” he called over his shoulder, forcing Quinn to leave with him. 

Word of your altercation spread quickly, and the boys relentlessly teased Quinn about it. 

“She’s got you by the balls man,” Brock joked to him in the locker room after practice. “I wouldn’t mind that, though; she is a hot little thing.” 

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Quinn snapped, and Brock’s lips turned upward, amused. 

“A little touchy about her, are we?” He teased and Quinn shut his eyes, resting his head against his locker. 

“We’ve just known each other for a long time,” he said. “She’s Jack’s best friend so I have to watch out for her or he’ll kill me.” 

“What part of harassing her at work is watching out for her?” Brock said, laughing. 

“She has known how to get under my skin like no one else since day one,” he muttered. 

Quinn was in his last year at Michigan when he first met you. You were a rising star on the soccer team, and frankly, you knew it. You were a ruthless competitor, earning the nickname “the reaper.” You definitely weren’t as humble as some of your teammates, but they didn’t mind, considering that you were the lead scorer in the Big 10. 

Quinn was a quiet leader, while you were a loud one. You argued over anything, gym time for the teams, better travel accommodations, and more perks for your teams. Unfortunately, since neither of you was on the football team, the athletic department didn’t spend as much, which meant you were fighting each other for scraps sometimes. 

He made a few offhand comments about you being a bitch and you responded by tweeting that you couldn’t wait to watch him go undrafted and it was pretty much over after that. 

What irritated him the most was how quickly you and Jack became friends. Jack was his brother and you had corrupted him. Jack inviting you the lakehouse over the summer made him want to throttle his brother. Not only did he not enjoy bitching at you the whole weekend, but the girl he had brought with him also dumped him right when they got back, telling him that he needed to figure out his shit with you. Whatever the fuck that meant. 

—------------------------------------------

“My two favorite people on the planet,” Jack called out cheerfully, pulling you and Quinn into a hug. Luke watched the scene amused, especially as you and Quinn did everything you could not to touch each other. The Devils were in town to play the Canucks and the four of you had decided to get a quick dinner before the game. 

You sat next to Jack but opposite of Quinn at the table and started to fill Jack in on your new life up here. He was excited for you and selfishly happy that you were in the same place as Quinn so he could see you both at once. Quinn chatted easily with Luke about the season and it felt peaceful. 

That only lasted for so long. 

“Are the guys treating you okay?” Jack asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah everyone has been really nice so it’s made my job a lot easier,” you told him. 

“Everyone? Including the captain?” Jack teased and you gave him a look. 

“Of course not,” you told him. “I could file so many harassment claims against him but I don’t because of my love for you Jack.”

Jack laughed and Quinn rolled his eyes. 

“She’s a distraction,” he muttered. 

“I’m trying to do my job,” you countered. 

“I’m sure,” he said sarcastically and the tension between you was increasing by the minute. 

“Some of us have to actually work all day, Quinn. Not all of us are professional athletes,” you shot back. 

“You would know, huh? " he jeered without thinking, and everyone at the table froze. Blood drained from his face as he started to stutter out an apology. 

“I-I didn’t mean it y/n,” he fumbled out, but you were already shoving your chair back to stand up, grabbing your purse at the same time to leave. Jack tried to grab you and Quinn called out your name but you walked swiftly out of the restaurant, trying to keep the tears from falling out of your eyes. 

He was right; you didn’t know what it was like to be a professional athlete. You would have if it weren’t for a season-ending ACL injury that ended your career when you were a senior. You thought you’d be able to bounce back but it didn’t heal right, and the NWSL team that had drafted you was forced to cut you. It had been the lowest point in your career, and Quinn knew that because Jack had pulled you out of the darkness. 

It took years of therapy to stop feeling like your life was over and to stop thinking, “what if?” So for Quinn to throw that in your face was low. 

The table was dead silent after you left. Jack was so angry he didn’t even know what to say. Luke was scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself from what just occurred. Quinn had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Jack seethed. 

“I didn’t mean to say it; she just gets me riled up,” he defended weakly. 

“You know what happened. She lost everything,” he bit out, and Quinn finally looked up. “You know what’s so funny?” 

Quinn didn’t reply but Jack went on anyway. 

“I’ve been telling my friends for the past two years about this fantasy about the two of you someday getting over your beef and getting together. You are both so alike and stubborn that I thought you were a perfect match. But I was wrong. I would never wish for her to end up with someone like you.”

Luke winced at Jack’s words, and Quinn just sat back dejected. Throwing cash on the table, Jack left the building, pulling Luke along with him. 

—----------------------------

You were quieter than usual tonight, and it wasn’t going unnoticed. Of course, you “turned it on” when popping in the corporate suites to ensure everyone was having a good time. But the in-betweens were rough. Brock had come over to say hi to you before the game and was concerned when you didn’t entertain his usual flirting like normal. The game went by in a blur, with the Devils trouncing your team, but you were happy to see Jack score. 

The locker room was somber after the game, and Quinn gave the best “we’ll be okay” speech before leaning back into his locker. 

“Saw y/n earlier,” Brock said casually next to him. Quinn just looked over at him with tired eyes, not saying anything. “She looked upset. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” 

“Why would I?” He sighed out and Brock gave him a knowing look. 

“You’re the only one here who can get that kind of emotion out of her. God, the way the two of you light up when the other walks in the room is insufferable.”

“What are you talking about man?” 

“Dude come on, everyone can see that you guys have a thing for each other. You’re just disguising it as hating each other, but I don’t look at people I hate the way you look at her.” 

Quinn didn’t say anything, just quietly contemplating what his teammate said. He did have a point. He was excited every time he saw you, even though he knew it would just end up in a fight. That would also explain his irritation whenever he heard someone talking about you. 

Fuck this was a mess.

You were saying goodbye to your last guests in the front of the arena when Quinn finally found you. He was dressed down in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, and you eyed him warily. 

“Here to rub salt in the wound?” You asked dejectedly, his brows furrowed as he walked closer to you. You two stood a couple of feet apart, eyeing each other but with no energy. 

“I’m sorry y/n,” he said, and a look of surprise flashed across your face. “I hate myself for saying that to you; I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t play hockey anymore so the fact that you even want to work around sports is admirable.”

You caught him off guard when you stepped closer to him, snaking your arms around his midsection. To be honest, you were so emotionally exhausted that you didn’t even care that you were finding comfort in him right now. After his shock wore off, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight to him.

Jack and Luke saw what was happening from a distance and smirked at each other, their anger at their brother fading. Plus, they scored on him, so they were even. 

“Hey guys,” Luke called out as they approached and you turned around. Quinn kept his arm wrapped around your waist, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, smirking. 

“We are free for the night,” Jack said. “Movie at Quinn's?” 

You all piled in Quinn’s car and headed towards his condo, which was actually not that far from yours. Looking at the boys all sprawled out in their sweats, you pouted, still in your business casual from the game. 

“I need clothes,” you said, crossing your arms. Quinn looked from Jack to Luke before sighing and getting up. You changed into one of his long-sleeve team shirts, and he handed you a pair of sweats. 

“These are way too big Quinn,” you complained, and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you. 

“This isn’t a store,” he replied. 

“Don’t you have boxers I can wear or something?” 

His eyes widened at your request, “You want to wear my boxers?”

“Obviously I don’t want to but I don’t really have a choice unless you prefer I just don’t wear any pants at all.” 

Quinn’s eyes dropped to your bare legs and you shifted, trying to pull down the shirt further. 

“I wouldn’t complain,” he said huskily. You felt your face get hot as his eyes met yours again with an intense gaze. You moved past him, ripping open one of his drawers until you found what you were looking for. 

Jack laughed as the two of you came back out. 

“You look like one of his puck bunnies,” he giggled, and Quinn flipped him off. You frowned. The thought of him hooking up with different girls didn’t sit well with you and you were mad at yourself for being mad. 

Quinn took the end of the couch, and you sat between him and Jack. You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder as you got comfy and could feel Quinn’s gaze burning holes in your skin. 

At some point, you went up to use the bathroom and Jack looked at Quinn smirking. 

“Would you like to share something with the group?” he asked, and Quinn didn’t even look away from the tv. 

“Nope.”

“She’s the reason Kelcie broke up with you, right?”

“Yep.”

“And now you’re realizing that there’s maybe something more than just pure hatred for one another?”

“Yep.” 

Jack cheered, and Luke pulled out his wallet and handed $100 to his brother. 

“You guys bet on this?” Quinn said irritably and his brothers grinned. 

“Of course, when I saw you hugging her, I knew I could get you to admit it tonight. Lukey didn’t believe,” Jack said in a sing-songy voice. 

You walked back out of the bathroom, and all three boys immediately shut up, making you suspicious. Jack gave you an innocent grin as you sat back down, and as you did, he stretched out horizontally, forcing you to sit closer to Quinn. Quinn threw his head back onto the couch, closing his eyes to pray this could stop happening. 

Everyone focused back on the movie, and it wasn’t long before your eyes started to droop, your head falling over to rest against the wall next to you. A soft wall. Quinn shifted his arm behind your shoulders, and you subconsciously snuggled closer to him as his hand rested against your skin. Jack jumped off the couch and snapped a picture before bolting to the bathroom. Luke was trying to keep his laughter contained. 

You woke up later, sprawled on top of Quinn on the couch, his head resting on top of yours. Shifting, you woke him up, and he grumbled at you about what time it was. Jack and Luke must have left already, which wasn’t surprising considering it was 3 a.m. 

“Just stay here the rest of the night,” Quinn said groggily, and you nodded, not wanting to try to call an Uber now. “Let’s move to the bed though.”

“I can sleep on the couch,” you insisted and he waved you off. 

“Just come on,” he said and you followed. His bed was massive, and you sighed as you got under the covers. Quinn pulled you back into his arms and you didn’t protest; it was too comfy. 

“I still hate you,” you mumbled and he chuckled against your neck. 

“I still hate you too, princess,” he said as you drifted off. 

You quietly slipped out of Quinn’s embrace the next morning to leave. You decided that you would keep the clothes he gave you because, frankly, they were comfortable and he still owed you for that comment last night. 

You made it back to your apartment and got in the shower, thinking about last night’s events. You didn’t like Quinn. You couldn’t, right? It felt like yesterday was the first time you’d been hanging out where it didn’t end up in a fight. His body fit perfectly around you when you saw him after the game, and your attraction for him started to bubble up after you had pushed it down for so long. 

This didn’t even cover last night. Basically cuddling on the couch and sleeping in the same bed. And not just two friends sharing a bed together, this was two people who didn’t lose contact the whole night. You really didn’t know what to think. 

—---------------------------------------------------

You were in your office the next day, going through your emails when Brock barged into your door. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned. He was still dressed in his gear, as practice was going on now. 

“Quinn got hurt and is having a meltdown with the trainers, can you please come down there?”

“Why me?” You said, and Brock shot you an annoyed look. 

“I don’t have the time to discuss this with you right now, so let’s go,” he said, and you got up to follow him. 

Quinn had never been in so much pain. His right knee felt like it was going to snap in half at any moment, and his palms were bloody from how hard he was clenching his fists. He was alone for the moment, having screamed at the trainers just to give him a minute while he tried to settle down. He’d have to apologize later but he saw the looks on their faces and he knew it was bad. 

Nothing had really even happened, he just hit the ice wrong when he was turning and his leg twisted at a weird angle. He knew they were going to send someone in to the room soon. Probably one of his coaches or teammates to try and tell him some shit about everything being okay. 

You pushed open the door slowly, and a look of surprise flashed over Quinn’s face. He looked pitiful on the training bed, his knee already wrapped with ice but you could tell how much pain he was in. 

“Here to make sure I’m not suicidal?” He joked humourlessly, and you snorted. 

“Something like that,” you replied, moving over to him. 

You grabbed a towel and ran some warm water over it before taking his hand from him, cleaning off the blood and then moving it to the other one. 

“I wanted it to be you,” he whispered and you looked at him curiously, his eyes burning into yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I didn’t want anyone else to come in here. I saw how the trainers looked at me and I knew you wouldn’t look at me like that,” he confessed and you smiled softly at him. 

“This is rock bottom,” you told him, and he laughed a little before wincing in pain. “I hung on to the fact that the worst part had already happened. All you can do is move forward. No need to get lost overanalyzing it.” 

He gave you an unrecognizable look and the two of you sat silently for a little while, just staring at each other. His phone started ringing and you snorted after seeing Jack’s name flash across the screen. 

“Hey man,” Quinn said into the phone. You started to move back, but Quinn’s hand tightened around yours.

“They wrapped ice around it; it looks bad,” he said quietly and you caressed your thumb over his hand, trying to comfort him. 

“She’s here with me right now…shut the fuck up… I’m hanging up right now,” he said, rolling his eyes. Putting his phone back down, he looked over to you. 

“You can probably let the trainers back in now; I’ll behave,” he told you with a lazy grin. 

“Yeah yeah,” you said standing back up. “I’ll grab them.” 

“Will you wait for me after?” 

“I’m going to be here until 5 anyway, buddy. Just text me if you need me to come back down,” you told him, and he frowned before giving you a mischievous look. 

“Well, I’m going to need someone to take me home,” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t push your luck.”

Without even thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his forehead. He stilled with shock before smiling to himself. 

“I think a kiss somewhere else would make me feel better,” he teased as you walked to the door. You didn’t even entertain his words, just flipping him off as you walked. The blush on your cheeks told you that maybe those feelings you shoved down were a lot bigger than you thought. 

[hoaxghost]

Mouthwashing has been on the mind cause the intentionality and execution of its concepts make me dive further into it than I normally would otherwise. Haven't seen as much discussion on it but one aspect I super like is the theme of children/offspring. Heavy spoiler discussion

Like there are so many parallels you can draw between Daisuke and the unborn baby. The way Daisuke was a last minute addition to the team despite the ship only having enough resources for four members (and four cryosis pods), the way he's seemingly a burden upon everyone because he's a nepotism hire whose new to the whole job, and especially the way Jimmy's selfishness kills Daisuke in the end. Like there's a reason the fetus was located in the vent system along with all the hibiscus flowers you can find scattered throughout the section. Just as how a baby is loud, disruptive, and immature, so is Daisuke in contrasting against the rest of the team with continuous optimism, much more colourful (and childish) attire, and fondness for sweets. It's worth noting he's the only one to really mention his family back home.

It's also worth noting how both Daisuke and the unborn baby had to be 'put out of their misery' by their 'parents' (Swansea being a clear father figure and well Anya is self explanatory) despite their harm/existence being caused by Jimmy. It's the way Jimmy has convinced himself that responsibility means the 'burden' of ordering others to their deaths that makes it all the more gut wrenching. He didn't want to take on the responsibility of the unborn baby- so it led to him crashing the ship and dooming everyone to their deaths. He didn't want to go in the vents to visit the med bay so he used 'captains orders' on the one person in the crew whose too naive to refuse them. Also the whole thing with Swansea too- how the old man expresses near constant frustration throughout the game with him but then its revealed its more of a frustration with himself and his difficult relationship with taking responsibility with his family back home. How much easier it is to fall into hedonistic pessimistic alcoholism and involve his intern when faced with 99.99% guaranteed doom. At the end, it's too late for him to change anything. The only thing left he can do is to put Daisuke out of his misery cause he let his intoxication be manipulated by Jimmy. There are other facets to Daisuke's personality too I think are interesting to explore but those are more fitting for a different post... stares off into the fake sunset sky...

[stxary]

Touch || 01

❤︎‬ pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

‪‪❤︎‬ genre : non idol au, college au, brothers best friend au, childhood enemies to lovers, love triangle, smut / angst / fluff

‪‪❤︎‬ word count : 2k

‪‪❤︎‬ warnings : reader is 20, jk is 22. reader n jk are both health majors ( reader- nursing, jk- medicine ) jk is an asshole, reader hates him. bickering (lots more to come..) umm that's it for this chapter lmk if I missed anything !

❤︎‬ a/n : hi :) im back after almost two months.. wow.. i hope this series im starting helps make up for inactivity !! ive had this idea on my mind for a while tbh, i just didnt know how to execute it but i finally had motivation yay ! i think ill probably keep this short, maximum 10 chapters just in case i disappear again.. ill probably keep the word count on the lower side just so its not a hassle to read too. anyways enough of my yapping, i hope you enjoy !! ^_^

“I’d like you to be my teacher’s aide.”

See, now those weren’t the words you were expecting to hear when your professor told you he wanted to speak with you after class.

You thought that he was going to speak to you about your grades. Maybe you didn’t do well on the last research paper you turned in. Or maybe he found out you helped that girl cheat on her test that one at the beginning of the year.

So hearing your professor ask you to be his teacher’s aide caught you off guard.

You weren’t completely opposed to the idea. God knew you could use the money.

You just weren’t sure you wanted to deal with the students that would come up to you blaming you for their bad grades, when they didn’t even do the work. But then again, the money was nice. You didn’t have time for a real job, and your lifestyle was rather expensive. Your brother Namjoon was getting fed up with paying for almost all of your stuff.

That’s the only reason you accepted the job, because you thought about how said brother Namjoon would be on your ass and give you one of his lectures about how he wasn’t your father and you were perfectly capable of providing for yourself.

When you accepted the job though, you thought you would just have to grade papers, maybe help make lesson plans and PowerPoints. You didn’t know you would have actually to tutor students.

Right now, you wanted to hit your professor for not telling you who you had to tutor. Not just once, like with the other kids. No, he said you would probably have to tutor this guy for the whole semester.

It would’ve been fine, if it was literally any other person. But no, of course the person you had to tutor was Jeon fucking Jungkook.

You really didn’t like Jungkook. You haven’t since you were kids. You guys were complete opposites. As a kid, you were more on the quiet side. You only focused on school, the thing you were interested in the moment, and your few friends. While Jungkook was everything you hated. He was loud, arrogant. He was the type of kid you would beg your teacher to move if you got sat next to him.

You tried to like him, but he made it near impossible. From the fights you had in elementary school, to the pranks he would play in middle school, to the way he would bicker with you just to get a rise out of you in high school. He was one of the most insufferable people you knew.

The only reason why you dealt with Jungkook for so long is because he was Namjoon’s best friend. For the longest time you wondered how Namjoon could even tolerate him. Yet, they were inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

As you got older, Jungkook (mostly) grew out of his antics. Now that you were in college, you barely talked. You tried to avoid him as much as you could. But in the few times you did interact with him, he would just make teasing remarks and small comments about little things.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

“And there.. Jungkook, can you please focus so we can get this over with?” you huffed out, setting your pen down.

He was slouched in his chair, paying attention to everything but what you were trying to teach him. He was impossible. It was like trying to teach Algebra to a baby.

He groaned, sitting up to finally look at the page. He skims over the picture, which was an x-ray of a body highlighting the skeletal system. “Fine.” he said reluctantly.

You pointed back at the page, hoping that when you spoke your irritation wasn’t evident. You knew he was acting dumb just to get a rise out of you, and fuck him, because it was working.

“Okay, what are the different types of bone cells and what do they do?” you asked, glancing at his face. His eyes were squinted, as if he was deep in thought. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was actually in thought. Before he gave the stupid ass answer he did.

“…are all cells in your body not the same? I thought animal cells were the same.”

You had to run a hand over your face and take a deep breath to prevent yourself from screaming at him in this quiet library. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” you asked.

The thing is, Jungkook wasn’t dumb. No, he was actually really smart. It was just the fact that he never did work. Or even attended the classes. He skipped his classes often, going to do god knows what. (Most of the time it was to meet up with and sleep with girls.)

He smiled at you, that damn cocky smile that always made you want to strangle him. “Because I like seeing how angry you get. You’re cute when you’re mad, angel.”

You glared at him. You were used to his flirty comments, because you knew he never meant them. He only said them to get a rise out of you, so you never showed a reaction.

“I told you not to call me that.” you muttered, your voice snappier than before.

He tilted his head, his smile growing bigger. “I know. But I’m still gonna call you it.”

The nickname probably wouldn’t bug you so much if it wasn’t for the fact that he only used it in a teasing way. Ever since middle school, he would jab at the fact that you were this perfect child. He would call you angel, mary, probably ten other nicknames that you couldn’t even remember.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene. You did not want to get kicked out of the library just because Jungkook was acting like a baby.

“Let’s try this again.” you spoke, your voice calculated, slow. “What do osteoblasts do?”

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking at you. “I have no idea what those are.”

Your eye twitched. You knew you shouldn’t have been expecting more from him, considering he never went to class, but this was just outrageous.

“Do you not.. ask people what happens in class after the fact? Jungkook, how the hell do you expect to pass this class when you don’t even show up?”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “Hey, I don’t need a lecture from you, missy.”

“No, you need to get your shit together. You wanna get your degree and get the hell up out of here, don’t you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated, letting out a hum. “Hm, I dunno. I kinda like being able to have all the girls I want. You know, most of them aren’t uptight bitches like you-“

“Okay, you know what? We’re done here. Bye.” you said abruptly, having enough of him for the day. Right about then you were remembering why you hated him so much when you were younger.

He sat his chair down on all four legs and whined. “Oh, come on, angel. Don’t be like that. Don’t you get paid per session?”

You ignored him, continuing to pack your things before storming out of the private study room. You seriously could not deal with that man. And you had to tutor him for the rest of the semester. Yeah, fuck your life.

“Jungkook told me you’re his new tutor, said that you flipped out and ran away earlier.”

Namjoon’s voice came from the front door as he brought in the bags of food you ordered.

“Whatever. I didn’t flip out, I left because I think I would have punched him in the face if I listened to him talk for one more minute.” you corrected, getting up from the couch to help him bring in the bags.

He snorted, starting to take boxes out of the bags. The smell of the food, both sweet and savory filled the kitchen, making your stomach growl.

“I can’t believe I have to tutor him for the rest of the damn semester. Can you believe he’s already failed the class once? What an idiot!!” you ranted, shaking your head as you slammed your hand down on the counter.

“He can be smart. When he wants to be. And when he actually goes to class.” Namjoon replies.

“I know. That’s what pisses me off. How is he always skipping class to meet girls? Then he acts clueless, and he only does it because he wants to see me angry. He said it’s cute!! He doesn’t even take me seriously!” you grumbled, snatching your box of food before plopping back onto the couch. Namjoon followed, watching your outburst in slight amusement. He had always thought you and Jungkook’s rivalry was funny.

“You know you’ve gotta get along with him to get the money. I already told you-“

“I know.” you groaned, shutting him up. “Ugh, but can’t you just keep buying me everything? I liked it when it was like that?” you whined.

“No. Because you ask me for stupid shit.”

“What? No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“Name one stupid thing I’ve made you buy.”

Namjoon pauses, staring at you, before beginning to list things. “Those birria bombs off Tiktok shop, that skincare off of Temu that you never even got, a pair of headphones when you already had one-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I can justify all of those!!” you lift your hands up in a defensive gesture. Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue.”

“Cmon, I really couldn’t turn down the birria bombs. They were on sale! You can’t even deny that dinner was good for 3 nights when we got them.” you pointed at him, and he just stared back at you.

“Then the skincare.. it was a full set. I really had to get it. It was supposed to come with pimple patches and all! Fuck Temu. And-and the headphones.. I needed a backup. Then a backup for the backup.”

“You have a spending addiction.” Namjoon said, after just blankly staring at you for a few long moments.

“No I don’t.” you denied, taking a bite of your chicken.

“Please get yourself a boyfriend. Preferably a really rich one, so he can waste his money on buying you pointless shit instead of me. I can’t remember the last time my wallet hasn’t been crying for a break.” he says, fake sorrow in his voice.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you pout.

Namjoon laughed, reverting the conversation back to the original topic. “Seriously ___, you’ve gotta get along with him. You can’t back out of it. The semester only goes by faster when you don’t completely hate him.”

You sighed heavily. He was right. You were never going to get through this semester if you didn’t find a way to get on good terms with Jungkook.

“Really, he’s nice-“

“No he’s not!!” you interrupt, sitting up straight on the couch. “He’s an asshole!”

“Because you’ve been an asshole to him.” Namjoon deadpans. You furrow your brows. Of course you’ve been an asshole to him! He’s been one to you since you were kids!

“Because he’s been one to me!!” you say defensively, and Namjoon just gives you a look.

“So do you see the cycle?” he asks, calmly. A complete contrast to your tone. But you were always like this when you complained about Jungkook. He irked a nerve in you that nobody else could. It honestly was a talent.

Namjoon did have a point. If you continued down this road, you were just going to go in circles with Jungkook like you’ve been doing your whole life. You slouched down, not even responding to Namjoon’s question. He knew you were defeated when you just took another bite of your chicken.

He took a sip of his drink, before speaking again. In that same, calm tone. It always amazed you how calm he could be when you were on the verge of going insane.

“Talk to him. Have a normal conversation with him. He can be nice if you can be nice.” You turned your head to look at him, giving him a pleading look. When he just stared back at you, you let out a big sigh.

“Fine.”

Fuck Jungkook. You were getting through this semester. Whether he wanted to cooperate or not. You were tutoring him, and you were getting that damn money. So if that meant attempting to be nice to him, you could do that. Even if it felt like it would be the death of you.

© stxary 2025 , all rights reserved .

[ratindividual]

Pisses me off that Jimmy tried to frame putting Curly in the pod as "taking responsibility". He didn't. He never could. Putting a bullet in his skull is a kindness to himself and an insult to all his victims, starting with Anya. Putting Curly in the pod is not selfless, it is selfishly motivated by his own twisted narrative that he tried to do good from the start and the guilt that comes from failing purposefully and being overall the human equivalent of a pile of garbage was too much to handle. "Take responsibility" and he puts all the blame on the captain that put him in this place and job as a trusted friend when he shouldn't have and using this at his advantage to take all his grievance on.

He rapes Anya because he feels entitled to her body and her space, not caring about who she is as a person. He puts her under submission of his whims and want for power that feeds his self-importance and can't stop from reminding her that he does not want it. He does not even care that she died because of him, it's a footnote, a stain.

He grooms and manipulates Daisuke to sneak inside the medbay not because he is afraid of what Anya might do to Curly, but because he feels a sense of ownership over her. He does not respect her, thinks her incompetent and irrational, while he clicks all the boxes himself and gets Daisuke killed because the poor kid is eager to please and altruistic

He kills Swansea, who is tied up and drunk, in cold blood, execution style, because he is a threat to who he really is, which he cannot accept.

Actually good, excellent, even, representation of an abuser trying to deflect his wrongs by putting it in a neat little bow of integrity which he does not have.

I feel for Curly's predicament over his own lack of agency and the debilitating ordeal of your life being in other people's control bc your body does not belong to you anymore, but let's face the music; when you enable enough an abuser, he will find himself thinking he's in the right. Until he stabs you too.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Platonic Yandere Demon Queen Headcannons (1)

Introduction | Part 2 | Kofi

The Demon Queen is adamant that you drink from her even if you're a month off of weening

She just has to get that instinct out 

Constantly holding you against her monumental chest just like she did with her first

Unlike humans who have a nursery, demons make nests

A Soft comfortable place for her and her baby

Hers is in the deep dungeons of one of her many castles

Moving to an identical copy of her nest for wherever she feels like 

Currently, her nest is like a pod

Open and closed by a very specific spell 

The floor is a carpet of flower petals, soft, soothing, and place magically grown to keep fussy babies calm

And that’s what life’s like for you, if not in the soft chest of your new Mama

It’ll be weeks before she will actually part with you to attend her duties

Rarely does she deem any situation dire enough to leave her nest 

But when she does you’re in tow

Swaddled and likely sleeping she has a standing bassinet

Level and matching with her skull-covered throne

“Ah!”

“Yes, we’ll do the obvious thwing mwy lwove!”

“We’ll….proceed with the assassin plan?”

“YES IDIOT! Now go it smells like my baby needs a diaper change!”

Your Demon Queen Mama doesn’t care in the slightest that you’re a human

She loves how long it’s taking for you to grow just a little bit

Demon babes with their extra month in the womb spend less time getting older

Humans on the other hand have a more standard rate of growth

Which she quickly studies up on when she gets concerned that you aren’t speaking yet and can barely lift your head on your own

She proudly hold you in her arms as she speaks to her generals about your development

Her generals will often share there own knowledge about children in concern about hers

While she may scoff and wave them off 

Their concerns usually ignite something she was wondering about

“My Queen is a human babe supposed to not have teeth at this age? Perhaps they’ll need implants?”

“FOOLISH! My baby will need no such thing!”

“I see. Excuse me, my lady.”

“....Say (Y/n) will teeth somehow magically appear within here?”

“Ohhh! Baa!”

Other than the strong learning curve she adores her human baby and celebrates all your major milestones

Making sure to execute anyone who refuses you or even remotely doesn’t pretend to also be so proud

And the first that she does this to is her concubines

You didn’t think she just had this baby with some random 

No no no 

She has a total of three concubines, every now and then she’ll accept another for political purposes but it’s a known fact that they won’t last long

After all her three concubines are known as the three Reapers

One way or another making sure they are the only ones in the Queen’s bed

Something the Queen has always treasured

Loyalty with their entire being

From fear and love a volatile mix of both

The same that she has with you 

And who better to teach you about what to expect than them

She’s…cautious when it comes to you meeting them

While she can’t deny they were among the few who could be near her when she had her…..slump

She also knows their ruthlessness does not stop at rivals in love

anyone who threatens her reign, happiness, and goals they intervene 

Usually without her instruction

She worries they might do the same

But of course both scaring and exciting, the first concubine approaches first

“Oh my Queen! May I sit on the edge of your nest to see your precious baby?”

“You…may…”

She refuses to let her eldest concubine come much closer than that

Already bold to even enter the room, she’s suspicious of her

Her eldest concubine is Milune, gorgeous as she is soft

She’s the Queen’s go-to for comfort

Unbelievably soft in a world full of demons, the Queen adores the balance 

she thanks her human parents for that

“My Queen I’ve brought a specially crafted wunzie for your little one! Can they try it on?”

“They can…but I will inspect it first.”

“Of course!” 

The Queen does recall just how eager she was to help her craft her nest

Lovingly adding her unique magic to the protective spells around it

Recalling a discussion she had with her about being a mother herself

“If my Queen wished it I’d love to conceive for you! Or to handle the raising of the little one when you’re crushing all of humanity! Whatever you wish for your majesty!”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to let her hold you….only once of course

“Ahh~! Look at you! Aren’t you a joy to behold!”

Milune is holding you up high and filling your face with kisses 

Making baby you laugh

The Queen is torn between happiness at her acceptance of you….and jealousy

Now beginning to master walking, she’s just sad you aren’t crawling only to her anymore

…but she figures its not that bad when she finds a gaggle of elven assassins dead bodies strewn all over the hallway

“They got far too close to the baby, my Queen! Plus the little one just got down for their nap!” 

She’s pretty sure your hearing isn’t that good but she doesn’t mind

In fact she thinks it’s great

Absolutely showering Milune in affection and more responsibility with you

“Oh little one! Come sit in mama Milune’s lap! While we watch your Mama massacre these insolent worms.”

Milune is delighted

As someone who grieved alongside the Queen, your existence brings her a similar joy

And what better way to honor her Queen and love by showering you in the same obsession her Queen adores

When she pretends that your her baby too you are

She’s certain she’d do anything for you and kill whoever she’s allied with to protect you

Including the concubines she’s made a pact with...

TBC...

[aarlone]

In no particular order, these are some of my top audio dramas that kept me company during 2024.

1 Breathing Space: This is one of my favorite flavors of sci-fi. It is a series I have been savoring, and I do intend to relisten through at some point - because I listen to podcasts while working, it's easy for me to miss things. I haven't finished the whole series, but Breathing Space is definitely worth coming back to.

2 Monstrous Agonies: Monstrous Agonies was one of the few podcasts I didn't only listen to while on the clock. It is the perfect length for me to put on two episodes while chopping veggies for dinner, and an absolute delight every time.

3 InCo: Another podcast that shone, despite my inability to pick up on all the cool things going on. Another one I look forward to returning to.

4 StarTripper!!: Just thinking about StarTripper!! makes me smile. It is utterly charming.

5 Gastronaut: Incredible premise, executed beautifully. I'll be thinking about this one for a long time.

6 Paired: Paired is a longtime favorite of mine, and was one of a handful of relistens I did this year. I love Pairy. I hope she got to set a deer on fire.

7 Travelling Light: How much do I love Travelling Light? Every morning, I update my podcatcher and decide what to listen to based on that morning update. Travelling Light is the only one that gets downloaded as soon as I see an announcement that it's out. It's the only one that gets bumped to the next pod in the queue when listening.

8 The Green Horizon: Please I need to know where I can find more Irish-made audio dramas, this show fills the Motherfocloir-shaped hole in my life and I'm going to be finished with it soon.

9 Birds Of Empire: This show deserves better than for me to listen to while I'm at work. It's outstanding on several levels.

10 Metropolis: The first few episodes of Metropolis have set a high bar for this series. It is starting off strong, and I'm quite glad to be along for the ride.

11 October Jones & Fish With Legs: I've said this before, but OJ&FWL will fundamentally alter the way you say "mimosa" and that is just the beginning of this show's delights.

12 World Gone Wrong: The dialogue, both in terms of the writing and its performance, is so goddamn fluid and natural, if it weren't for the subject matter, I could have been convinced that this is a nonfiction chat pod between two besties.

[moonymeloncholymoney]

˙⋆✮ will to live?

summary: You knew you would get your dream job, but you expected to work with whiny actors on drugs and skimpy wannabe actresses, not with a man who you'd give your heart to. word limit: 900 pairing: Danny Ramirez x desi!reader warnings: none, Danny and Lewis bromance ;). an: OMG this is the first chapter of my first series and I just hope you guys love it as much as I do♡.

Resume? Check.

Official documents? Check.

Cute outfit?Check.

Lipgloss? Check.

Will to live. The sound of your diary closing shut echoed through the slightly washed-out white walls of the bathroom.

The white, in contrast to your honey-colored skin, making you feel like an odd pea in the pod. You knew you had to fight for this position, maybe even harder than the other countless women and men sitting outside in the lobby.

Being proud of your culture and heritage came with a large Costco bag filled with struggle and discrimination in America, a lot of kids and adults too, still struggled with their identity as a whole even after being born and bought up in the “home of the brave” and “land of free”. However, you never backed down from being who you were and representing where you came from. and that is why you were pretty sure you were going to lose this job, because you weren’t one to adjust and you had a feeling they wouldn’t either. You stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, taking a final look at yourself before you lost yourself to the world of Hollywood. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I am NOT okay!” Danny proclaimed as he stood on the center table of his living room as he stared into the soul of (OUR BELOVED AND FAVOURITE) Lewis, who was currently engrossed in the video game in front of him. Headphones on and an eyeroll on the way, Lewis finally looked up from the screen to find Danny in a state of distress…and on top of a table. “Yes Robert, what do you want now? More money? A check? A car? My soul?” “Haha wow super funny.” He said as he got off the table with an expression that clearly said he wasn’t in the mood for jokes at all. “okay fine, what happened? Why are you brooding bro?” considering the fact Danny was one of the most chill people Lewis had ever met, so he knew something was up and it was serious. “there is a problem, a very big one” he said as paced around the living room while looking anywhere but at Lewis. “Yes, I know that, but would you do me the pleasure of telling me what it is?” Danny looked at Lewis. Lewis looked at Danny. Both in an intense staring competition, Danny with eyes of a toddler who looked like he broke his mom’s favorite vase and Lewis with eyes of the mom. “you killed somebody” “I lost my agent”

“WHAT-no, why would i- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!” Danny was sure Lewis had lost his mind as he raised his hands in his defense. “YOU SAID YOU LOST YOUR AGENT SO I DON’T KNOW I THOUGHT YOU KILLED HIM?” Lewis stood up, both facing each other while the sheer static of the video game behind them acted as background music. Danny clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breathe before he held Lewis by his shoulders and looked him dead in the eye. “My agent, he went on this god knows how long of a leave and now I am agentless. I am an agentless actor Lewis and I need a new agent. Like now. Cause like, I have one of my biggest movie’s premiers coming up and I mean I know its wrong on my part, but I was maybe too dependent on my last agent so I practically don’t know how to handle this on my own” He sighed the longest sigh ever before ending his rant session, expecting Lewis to say something. But Lewis didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, walked up to Danny and handed him the glass of water. “I’ll get you an agent.” “Oh my god I love you so much, I could kiss you right now!" “No.”

“Why should we recruit you as an agent?” the company’s executive asked, she was the toughest nut to crack, being a woman yourself, you knew how much she would’ve struggled to get where she is now. Sitting in front of you, with a stern look on her face as she asked you the most important question of the day.  

You imagined yourself in her position. With years of experience being displayed in the way you dressed and maintained yourself. Sitting in front of young girl like yourself, asking the same question she asked you. “Because I am patient. Patient enough to handle all kinds of clients. The moody ones, the self-obsessed narcissist ones, the depressed yet talented ones, the singer turned actor, the actor turned singer, the lazy ambitious ones and the ones don’t fall into any of these categories. I know my work and I do it with diligence.” You picked up the glass of water kept in front of you and gulped it all down. Your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears but you couldn't let them see not when you knew how important this was to you. “You do realize that everyone who applies for this post knows that being patient is required. What makes you stand out?” the bald man in grey asks, testing your aptitude. You ponder. You analyze. You paraphrase. and then you say it, “I belong to a brown household sir, we’ve got enough personalities belonging to a person and trust me I’ve lived with more than one generation under the same roof so you best believe I get the job done.” The panel was stoic. Expressions hard as stone as if turned by medusa herself.

“Welcome to the team, sweetheart.”

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[frownyalfred]

👉 👈 ok but Kryptonian!Lord Clark needing a liaison for Earth so that a good partnership can be made with them and the last few residents from Krypton (earth knows that tho they may be lowered in numbers, Krypton could with minimal effort take over Earth)

In comes Bruce who does not have political ties, nor positions as an Earth spokesperson; but is still one of the richest men and thus well known "celebrities" of Earth, everyone knows of him, so thru some mal-intended BS from his company executives, they nominate him to be Earth's liaison with Krypton.

And Bruce takes it on the chin, and knows that while he may not be experienced in the political field - yet - but he knows how to charm and work a room, knows how to sway people to get them to agree to a deal even if they end up losing on a benefit. He adapts to Kryptonian language as much as he can, he attends meetings and learns customs. He gains secret access to things because they think he's not intuned to their mannerisms. They too think he's a vapid celebrity, just a pretty face.

Then he begins to shadow Clark, who knows this man is more than he seems. He too learns Bruce's mannerisms, he learns to distinguish his smiles from fake and genuine. (It's only genuine when he FaceTimes his kids on Earth, and his father? Butler? as well).

They begin to meet outside of meetings and presentations, Bruce translating Clark's presentations in English for Earth as well as other languages , and soon a friendship blooms.

But as Clark gets more and more political power, when his Uncle Jor-El is killed, he begins to trust those around him a little less and depends on Bruce more. His uncle's campaign don't like that. So they arrange for Clark to seek out a partner for marriage, to distract him from "the thing from earth", and they both learn that /that/ friendship feeling ran a little deeper, now that they know for sure they can't be more.

They still meet up, they still are friends, then Steppenwolf wants in on the Earth discussions, says he's here on behalf of Darkseid, to be friends. He's offering deals that Kryptonians, Earth, and others are interested in.

But Bruce advises against it. He knows this won't end well. Clark knows Bruce wouldn't advise against it if he didn't have a reason (and he doesn't trust Steppenwolf either), but now there was an assassination attempt on him, and they failed, but somehow it is linked to Earth and this rock they have in a supply.

So now they go threaten Clark's "fiancée" but they're escorted to safety but thats what they planned and go after Bruce instead. Bruce is bewildered because why him? He has no power over Clark and Krypton, so he's a mute point. Meanwhile Clark is going a bit berserk because... No. Not Bruce. Anyone but /him/.

Bruce is rescued but he almost didn't make it, and Clark lays the cape/shawl of the house of El on his recovery pod and those around him understand that Steppenwolf messed up bad. That this was a step too far, and Clark is red eyed, mad, impassive like his late uncle, and it's found out some of his own party made a deal with Steppenwolf (Bruce was investigating and Clark found his notes).

So Clark breaks off the deal with Steppenwolf and becomes a Liaison himself for Earth and Krypton but not as it was before but as one entity and when Bruce recovers, Clark asks him to be his partner now in marriage, not just work.

Just, Bruce wearing his colors and Kryptonian uniform /clothing , keeping him healthy and helping him recover while also symbolizing a union unlike before. (His company executives are eating their words, when he returns to earth, still in the uniform, a lot powerful than before).

(Sorry ran on a tangent from you Kryptonian uniform, clothing post of the El cape/shawl protecting Bruce but failing when kryptonite is brandished and used to pierce Bruce's body. It won't poison him like a Kryptonian body would fall to but a projectile with force will still harm a human body, you know?)

I feel like I just read a whole Superbat big bang and I’m in love. I love the way Kryptonian houses/symbols/clothing play into all of this. I love Kal losing it over Bruce. Ahhh!!!

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 14.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: Last chapter was pretty hard. Poor peter :(( and poor Bucky!! Let's hope we can get through to the soldier soon. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 /chapter 13

Tony Stark had never thought himself as a completely terrible person. He was a genius; a philanthropist with a humanitarian mindset; a scientist...and he could still make mistakes. Hell, Tony did it all the time with Pepper, with the Avengers, with Ultron and Sokovia. He was just bad at executing his good intentions.

Tony wasn't sure if he could say the same about his dad.

Although Tony adored his parents and his father was his biggest inspiration when he was young, Tony didn't remember a time where it wasn't hard to impress his father or to satisfy him. Howard had expected a lot of Tony, even when he first started showing a higher intellect than normal children had.

His mother had been the opposite. Tony could say that his relationship was a thousand times better with his mother, but Tony had deduced long ago that being her only son, it was expected of her to be doting and to spoil him however she could.

For a long time, Tony resented his father. He resented how hard he was on him, he resented how much pressure Howard put on him, he resented his fathers alcoholism that followed Tony later in life, and he hated that he never got to hear his father say he was proud of him until years after his death.

'What is, and always will be, my greatest creation... is you.'

For almost all his life, Tony hadn't ever heard his father say that he loved him. Honestly, if Tony had to think about it, he'd say that his father hated him with how he remembered his childhood.

And then he found the tapes, heard his father's voice, and everything came crashing down all over again. He was instantly reminded of what had happened to his parents, how he never even got to say goodbye, and Tony was just goddamn angry.

When he saw Bucky Barnes for the first time after finding out that he was the one who killed his parents, he had wanted to return the favor. It was the first time that Tony had ever wanted to actually kill someone besides Aldritch Killian, and that was a whole other can of worms Tony really didn't want to think about.

He still had nightmares about Pepper falling from his grasp that fateful night.

Now, Tony was being faced with his father's work all over again. Granted, there wasn't any way that Howard knew what was going happen until it was too late, but it bothered Tony ever since he learned about Project Rebirth and his dad's involvement and how he still went on to make more serums.

Tony was a genius, but he didn't understand a single damn thing about why his father did what he did. There just wasn't a clear explanation.

And Tony felt haunted by it.

He had seen the recorded memories the woman had; had seen the horrible things HYDRA had done to her; could still hear her pained wails as they cut her open and sewed her back up just to do it all over again.

Almost as a act of self-harm, Tony had forced himself to sit and watch every single minute of every single clip, stewing and horrified and becoming enraged by not just her experiences, the organization, or the nightmares that came after seeing the clips...Tony became enraged and confused at his father all over again.

He remembered Robert (L/n) and how much he didn't like the man. He never seemed happy and always had a mean sneer on his mustached face as if he was never satisfied with any work he did with Howard.

While Tony's father regarded Robert with high respects, the knowledge that Robert had been using him all along made Tony wonder that if he had said anything to his father about how sketchy Robert was, would his parents still be here today?

Would he be tinkering in the lab with his dad and making the flying cars Howard had aspired to make? Would his mother still make her delicious apple pie that she baked for special occasions? Would JARVIS still be here?

There were so many what if's that plagued Tony's mind, and irrationally, he wanted to blame the soldier as well. While Tony knew that she wasn't at fault and was a victim of her own father's sick agenda, it was almost easy to equate her to Bucky.

He still wasn't over it, and that's why being in the goddamn cold sucked ass.

While his suit was equipped with heaters that let him keep warm, it didn't take away from the difficulty of being able to see through the snow that was accumulating on his face.

Vision didn't seem to have a problem, seeing as his body was completely synthetic so he wasn't really able to feel temperature (or really much of anything), it almost made Tony jealous.

Hell, Bruce Banner being in the quinjet above them made him jealous.

"Tell me why I have to be outside like this again? I feel like I'm being singled out here."

Banner's voice came over the intercom, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice as he replied.

"Tony, if you say something about the cold again, I'm turning around and leaving."

"I'm just saying that it might be more considerate to let me inside and let Vision handle it from out here."

"Mr. Stark, if I may interject?"

Tony just huffed, and Vision added as he flew next to him, completely ignoring everything Tony had just said to instead shift the focus of the conversation.

"If we are able to locate Mr. Rollins, what is it that you intend to do with him? Given the history that Mr. Barnes has with HYDRA, would it be wise to bring this criminal back to Wakanda?"

Tony was torn. While he knew the risks of bringing Rollins to Wakanda, there was a darker and jaded part of his brain that didn't even care what Barnes would do. Hell, if anything, Tony hoped that (Y/n) would kill the man.

But as an Avenger, Tony couldn't exactly voice that. Glancing at Vision, Tony replied nonchalantly.

"Well, I can't say I'd exactly stop Barnes from playing a deadly game of Twister with the jackass, but I'm not gonna say that I'm condoning it...even if I am."

Vision pursed his lips slightly, a look of confusion spreading across his face as he glanced down at the ground below them with a thoughtful expression.

"I must admit that I am still learning the human behavioral patterns and the data streams of human emotion...so I am puzzled at why Mr. Barnes feels so strongly about this situation...let alone Steven Rogers."

Before Tony could respond with a snide remark, Bruce replied with a thoughtful explanation, stating with an understanding tone of voice.

"Well, if you look through Barnes' files, you'll understand the pattern and begin to know the why. Barnes was also a victim of HYDRA, theoretically either longer than this woman has been...possibly for the same length of time."

As Banner began to explain, Vision's eyes seemed to be lighting up with understanding as he listened.

"For a long time, and even now, he's been dealing with the thoughts and memories of his time with HYDRA. Hell, even to this day, he's still remembering and uncovering those dark times. It's one thing to be the one to experience these traumatic experiences...and it's another to be on the outside looking in. It's all about perspective, Vision."

Vision was quiet for a moment before he asked, making Tony and Banner fall into a state of surprise and stupor.

"Do you think he seeks to amend the wrongs he has done by willingly rehabilitating this woman? Despite the fact that it was Steven Rogers who suggested the idea, it wouldn't be entirely invalid to believe that Mr. Barnes is taking this opportunity to rectify his own experiences, let alone Ms. (L/n)'s."

Banner was the first to speak, Tony too deep into his thoughts to be able to give a good answer to Vision.

"Well, we don't really know that for sure. The only way to know would be to ask him, and I'm not sure that even he knows the answer. I think what is important is that he is willing to do so despite the traumatic experiences he also went through. It's better to have a friend...or to be one in a time of need."

"Thank you for your input, Dr. Banner. It is incredibly helpful."

Banner acknowledged him, and Tony took a deep breath, saying with mock relief.

"Thank, god. Great existential talk, everyone. I'm glad that we have all come to the understanding that Barnes is mentally ill, which was kinda already a given."

Although Tony couldn't see Banner's face, he knew the man was rolling his eyes at him, and FRIDAY's voice popped up, making Tony give his undivided attention to the AI.

"Mr. Stark, the HYDRA base is just up ahead. I am not detecting any activity. However, the base seems to be protected by the same type of energy shield that was used in Strucker's research facility located in Sokovia."

Tony hummed, shrugging slightly.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to knock on the front door like last time."

"You know, Tony, I have this really nagging feeling that it's not a good idea to knock on the front door."

Tony then deactivated his thrusters to begin falling down a large crevice within the Ross Ice Shelf that was emitting the signal of the energy shield, saluting Banner as he did so.

"Well, guess we'll just have to see. Let's just hope the service is like it was in Germany!"

"Tony!"

As he dropped into the crevice, it didn't take very long to see the ingenuity of the architecture and structural genius that went into ensuring a secret base. To Tony, it seemed as though the whole ice shelf was being held together by intricately-designed industrial ice anchors that were drilled and cabled together.

Despite the immensely inconspicuous location of the base, there didn't seem to be a single soul in sight. There were no lights on, no heat signatures, nothing. It was dead, cold, and barren.

It made Tony become suspicious and on edge.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not sensing any life inside of this facility."

"Yeah, I'm getting nothing on my sensors either. Banner, you see anything from up there?'

Banner was stressed, stating as the sound of the quinjet flying overhead reverbed down the Shelf and made Tony's spine tingle.

"Nada. It's completely dead up here as well."

Tony muttered, shaking his head slightly.

"That's never a good sign. Let's get in here and see what we've got. There might be something of importance. FRIDAY, where are the generators?"

"There are no traditional generators within the facility. This facility specifically functioned with hydropower. If you are able to get the hydroelectric system running again, you should be able to regain power."

Vision looked to Tony, nodding to him before phasing through the floor below.

"I will get that started for you."

Tony nodded, and he turned on a spotlight, looking around the facility. There was a good layer of ice and frost covering the inside of the facility; papers frozen in time; a HYDRA flag frozen mid-wave, and Tony had to admit: it was a bit spooky. As he looked around, he was startled by Pepper's ringtone echoing into his ear, and he took a deep breath as he answered.

"You have amazing timing, Pep, I was just thinking about how amazing this one place would be for a vacation."

Pepper Pott's voice was amused as she responded, Tony's racing heart calming just the slightest as he listened to her voice.

"Given how the last vacation went, I think I'm good. So, I followed up on that guy, Robert (L/n), like you asked, and I think I might have found something."

The lights in the facility suddenly kicked on, and Vision phased back into the room through the floor; not a spec of water on his body. Tony put Pepper on speaker as he removed his mask, his nose immediately becoming cold as he looked around the desolated facility.

"That sounds promising. What'd you find?"

"So, after Steve went under the ice, Robert left Stark Industries shortly afterwards and just kind of fell off the face of the earth. I asked myself 'why would a renowned scientist suddenly disappear unless he was secretly a bad guy'? So, I asked Shuri to send me the files that she had copied from the CIA, and it seems that around the time that (Y/n) became active, the CIA began their own super soldier project."

Tony frowned immediately, his eyes darting around as the gears within his head began to turn.

"Conveniently right after she became a part of the agency?"

Pepper hummed in agreement before she added.

"Not only that, but it seems that her and the current Director might have known each other at some point."

Tony paused, glancing down at a file that was frozen against one of the desks, and he frowned deeply. At the top was the name Project Achilles, and though the file was completely frozen and unable to be accessed without damaging it, Tony carefully pried the file off of the desk. Vision came to stand beside Tony, stating.

"The computers have sustained intensive damage due to the frost and ice that has accumulated within the consoles over time. I can attempt to search through the drives, but they might be beyond repair."

"If we can extract the floppy discs and dry them off as fast as possible before the moisture can damage them, then we'll be all set."

Vision hummed to himself, looking down at the consoles before his fingers phased through the plastic and metal. After a few moments, the sound of ice gently cracking and breaking echoed around them, and Vision was able to extract a floppy disc from the frozen console. Gazing at Tony, he stated.

"The casing sustained a bit of damage, but it is relatively unharmed."

Tony immediately grabbed it, stating.

"FRIDAY, you got hot air?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

As his gauntlet began to blast hot air at the floppy, rapidly drying it, Pepper's voice came through again.

"Shuri also told me that (Y/n) had a meltdown."

Tony immediately became anxious, his tone becoming furious as he asked.

"Is Peter alright? She didn't hurt him, did she? I shouldn't have trusted Barnes to keep him safe. I'm heading back right now."

"Hold on, Tony, you didn't even let me finish."

Tony pursed his lips, his brow furrowed deeply as he became quiet.

"Bucky was trying to get through to her and tried to show her the file, and she just seemed to start panicking and lashed out. Peter is completely unharmed, and Shuri told me that he's been watching over (Y/n) since the incident. Barnes needed to take a break for a while."

Tony felt a huge wave of relief go through him, and he sighed after a moment, his eyes closed and internally counting his breaths. Pepper continued after a moment of letting Tony breathe.

"Shuri sent the clip over."

A hologram showed up, the camera feed of the incident playing, and he was expressionless as he watched Barnes attempt to get through to the soldier. He could tell, however, that the woman was anxious and becoming agitated; especially when she gripped Bucky by his throat.

While the sight was alarming, Tony was as alarmed until he watched as (Y/n) began to cry.

"I don't understand. I...I....I'm malfunctioning...my programming is flawed. I...I need to be recalibrated...reprogrammed. I don't want to remember."

There was a feeling of apprehension filling Tony's body as he watched as Peter tried to make contact and ask about her family. When she threw the table at Peter, an undeniable feeling of defensiveness came over him, his chest tightening, and Tony clenched his jaw.

After a few more minutes of interaction, Tony could tell that she was starting to become too panicked. She wasn't thinking clearly; wasn't remembering details that were just spoken, and she was becoming scared.

Because of this, she finally lashed out, trying to attack Bucky but was restrained by said man. The screams and wails were horrific, and when she began to seemingly beg, Tony wasn't even sure if he wanted to read the translation that FRIDAY provided for him.

"Мне очень жаль. Прости, Кулак ГИДРЫ! Пожалуйста, не делайте мне больно. Я буду слушаться!"

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Fist of HYDRA. Please don't hurt me. I'll obey.

Tony clenched his hand, and Tony had finally had enough. He wasn't completely angry with Bucky, but he couldn't help to be. Tony understood that it was irrational to turn his anger towards the man, but all Tony could think about was his parents.

But as he watched Bucky's face turn into one of haunted horror, an expression and feeling that Tony knew all-too-well, Tony couldn't bring himself to be angry. He was just as much of a victim of HYDRA just like his parents. It wasn't Barnes' complete fault. It was just easy to blame him.

He watched as the horrified man left the lab, Peter running after him before coming back inside and carefully placing a chair next to (Y/n)'s sleeping body and looking over her with the saddest eyes Tony had ever seen Peter have.

Well, except for when Tony grounded him from the suit. That was a pretty rough day.

"Shuri told me that Peter hasn't left her side since Bucky ran off, and she's going to be upping the dose of the anesthetics in the mean-time. The stress of the situation caused a slight swelling at the site of the surgery, so Shuri wants her to stay sedated until then. She specifically stated that she doesn't want to put her back into cryostasis because it won't allow the wound to heal; it'll just freeze."

Tony nodded and he replied softly.

"Thanks, Pep, you did a great job today. I still think we should definitely get on a plane to Cancun or something once I leave Wakanda."

"We'll see about it. Love you, Tony."

Tony closed his eyes, comforted by the words, and he didn't hesitate to respond.

"I love you 3000. See you soon."

The line cut, and Tony handed the dry floppy disk to Vision and then clapped his hands.

"Alright. Let's scope the facility a bit more, gather anything else of significance, and get the hell out of here. I don't know how much more of this freezing cold my balls can take."

"W-What? I thought your suit was heated."

Banner's disgusted and confused voice sounded off, and Tony sighed.

"It only does so much before it gets uncomfortable. Alright? Do you want sweaty balls? Didn't think so."

Banner just sighed once more before asking.

"Can we just get this over with and go home?"

Tony nodded before he waved a finger in the area.

"Alright. Pack it up, everyone."

As Vision and Tony left the facility after extensively searching through everything and they both piled into the quinjet, Tony sat in a corner mostly to himself, staring down at the floppy disc within his hand. There was going to be something on this; something big, and Tony could feel it. He could feel the weight of the drive within his hand, and he could only hope that whatever information that was on this drive would be enough to finally get rid of HYDRA once and for all.

That his father and mother, and Tony's rage, could finally rest.

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STORY NOTES: Tony Stark reflects on the type of people his parents were. He reflects on how hard his father was to impress, how his father was incredibly pressuring towards Tony, even from a young age. He remembers how his mother, Maria Stark, had been the opposite of Howard and how doting and loving she was while growing up. Tony then reflects on his internal struggle of his resentment towards his father and the struggle to please him. He reflects on how much he resented Howard for his tough love, the crippling pressure, and Howard's struggle with alcoholism. He particularly remembers that not once had he heard his father tell him that he was proud and that he liked him.

Tony then reflects on Bucky Barnes and the anger and hatred he had felt for him for murdering his parents, how he had wanted to return the favor. Tony mentally remarks that despite being a genius, he still doesn't understand why Howard was apart of such a serious project like Project Rebirth and why he went on to create more serums. Tony reflects on how he had forced himself to sit and watch through every single memory of (Y/n)'s that had been recorded, watching the horrific things that HYDRA had done to her, and he becomes angry with his father all over again.

He then goes on to think about Robert (L/n) and how he didn't like the man growing up. He remembers how weird the man seemed to be, and Tony wonders that if he had said anything to Howard about how weird the man was, if it would have changed anything that had happened afterwards. He wants to blame the soldier as well, but he finds it hard to do so completely as Tony understands that she is a victim as well.

Outside of Tony's mind, he, Vision, and Bruce Banner are currently on the way to the Ross Ice Shelf in the Antarctic where the supposed HYDRA facility is located. While Bruce and Tony bicker, Vision begins to ask questions about Jack Rollins and what is the intention behind finding him. He makes a remark that with Bucky's intense history with HYDRA as well, Vision does not know if it would be wise to bring Jack to Wakanda.

Tony doesn't confirm nor deny that he would stop Barnes from hurting Jack Rollins if they are able to locate him, and Vision goes onto remark that he doesn't understand why Bucky and Steve feel so strongly about the situation itself. Before Tony can answer, Banner begins to explain to Vision that Bucky was also a victim of HYDRA, though they aren't certain for how much longer in comparison to the woman.

Banner goes on to tell Vision that Bucky is still suffering from the trauma of his time in HYDRA, and is even still remembering more things to this day. He makes sure to point out to Vision that being in the situation and being on the outside-looking-in are two completely different perspectives, and that can be difficult to digest. Vision then asks if Banner and Tony think that Bucky is trying to seek redemption for the wrongs he had done as the Winter Soldier in rehabilitating the woman, and Banner replies that he doesn't know and isn't sure if Bucky knows either.

After arriving at the HYDRA base located deep within the ice shelf, Tony is on edge due to the highly-inconspicuous location being barren of people. The whole base seems to be frozen in time, and when Vision goes to get the hydroelectric generators running, Pepper Potts calls Tony. She goes on to tell Tony that after Steve had gone into the ice, Robert had left Stark Industries and seemingly disappeared. However, after (Y/n) joined the CIA, the CIA began to work on their own super soldier project. Pepper also mentions that (Y/n) and the Director seemed to have known each other before she became a Winter Soldier.

Tony finds a file that is called Project Achilles, and although the file is completely frozen shut, he carefully pries it from the desk. Vision tells Tony that the computer consoles are all too damaged to be functional, but he can attempt to save whatever he can from the hard drives. Tony refutes and tells Vision that if they can retrieve the floppy discs without damaging them, they should be able to extract the data that way. Once Vision recovers a disc, Tony begins to dry it out while Pepper tells Tony that (Y/n) had a meltdown.

Tony begins to become anxious, worrying heavily over Peter's safety, and Pepper tells Tony to calm down and let her explain further. She goes on about how Bucky was trying to get through to her and show her the files they recovered of her, and she began to lash out. Pepper tells Tony that Shuri has sent the clip of the incident, and Tony watches it intensely. During the height of the incident, FRIDAY provides live translations of (Y/n)'s cries, and Tony reflects on his parents once more. He becomes enraged with Barnes again, but tells himself that Barnes is just as much of a victim as his parents were. After searching through the facility more, the three Avengers leave. End scene.

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GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

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The boys arrived at the gymnasium, meeting their coach Mr. Jeon at the benches. 

“Are they here yet?” Jake asked while placing his stuff down behind the team bench. Mr. Jeon nodded his head as the opponent team made their way into the gym they all stood in.

Usually, in shows or movies there would be an odd chill vibe between the two teams, but that wasn’t the case in Decelis Academy.

Instead, Jake’s childhood best friend was on that opposing team—Kang Minhee. They were locked in like two peas in a pod. There was no way they’d hate each other even if one of them were to lose.

Jake’s head whipped over to the third entrance to the gymnasium with a smile. He was excited to reunite with this said friend. It had been long since their last match against each other anyway. 

“He’s like a child when Minhee appears.” Sunghoon teased while unbuttoning his uniform. Jay smiled at the boy’s words and slipped on his jersey, the number nine and his surname plastered on the back of it.

“Minhee’s a sweet guy. I don’t blame him.”

“You’re right.” 

Jungwon placed his stuff down a little later than the boys did. To be honest, he wasn’t feeling his best all day. Nevertheless, he couldn’t miss school—especially, not the game. He didn’t want to disappoint the boys. 

Never.

“You okay? You’re quieter than usual.” Heeseung said, coming to a stop beside Jungwon who proceeded to change.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” He replied and took a seat on the bench. 

“Coach will probably put you on as a starter, are you okay with that? I mean, I know what’s been happening lately.” 

Jungwon drank from his water bottle and tilted his head back to catch his breath.

“It’s okay, seriously, I’ll be fine.” The boy smiled at his friend, his dimple popping in the process. Heeseung wasn’t sure if he should take Jungwon’s words with a relieved feeling or a tense one.

However, he let it go. The game was more important to focus on anyways.

Mr. Jeon called everyone into a huddle with Jake jogging back to their side of the court and then began to explain today’s game plan. The clock on the scoreboard read 3:00 p.m. The game was set to start at 3:30. They had to get everything done quickly.

You prepared the camera for today’s game. The settings were already set to your liking due to the explanation session with Jungwon earlier. Although you were on the verge of losing your mind, you were glad he could finally be of use to this project.

You pulled out your phone to check the time and ask for permission to leave class. It was now 3:05 p.m. You were quite early for the dismissal, but all was okay. Being on time was the better option anyway.

The sounds of volleyballs ricocheting off of the net and colliding with the floorboards, shoes grazing against the polisher the janitors had used beforehand, the constant whistle blows and cheers the boys executed were all heard from behind the doors of the gymnasium. 

You opened the door with hope that a volleyball wouldn’t come flying at you this time. And to your luck, there wasn’t one.

Nobody batted you an eye either. They were all too distracted with their practicing. 

You walked through the sidelines until you reached the fellow scorekeepers, being careful to not trip over the boys’ belongings. It would be best if you stood in a safe spot and had a good angle when snapping the pictures.

Sunoo stood at the edge of the net, setting the ball to those who were lined up to hit it. His fingertips hit the volleyball briefly before letting up in precision. It was as if the spiker had a magnet in their palm that drove the ball to it perfectly.

You began to snap a few pics, not looking back at them until the end. There was no time for it anyway. This process continued multiple times without you even noticing that the boy you were looking at through the viewfinder was none other than Yang Jungwon, your worst nightmare.

He strode down the court over to the net as Sunoo set the ball towards him. Jungwon’s arms pushed back one moment and the next he was up in the air, hand against the volleyball. The impact between the two objects created a loud sound that brought you back to reality. 

Only then were you able to realize that he was the one before you while your finger pressed down on the shutter button, capturing the moment with a shutter sound right after. It felt as if your world briefly paused.

If this was what Intak meant when he said Jungwon’s spikes seemed deadly, it would only be wrong for you to disagree. They genuinely were impressive, but you couldn’t let that overshadow your hatred for him.

The boy landed on both of his feet and walked away in silence. Heeseung held out his hand from the line of boys and awaited Jungwon’s hand to clash against his own, in which it did. 

Without them even knowing, the clock had hit 3:30 p.m. in no time. 

It was officially time for the match to start. 

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