#gotta get into the graphic eyeliner game now

[the-travelling-witch]

Wish I could copy and paste my eyeliner and eyeshadow- life would be so much easier

it would!! i want to wear badass eyeliner every day but hooded eyes say no (seriously can i do anything but sleepy eyes??)

i recently bought blue and orange eyeliner and i‘m dying to actually use it (for more than doodling fake tatts at least)

[ladychandraofthemoone]

“Stressed out? Who’s stressed out? I’m fine. This is fine. I haven’t slept since I began working on the next two weeks of homework. This is fine.”

WIP of teenager Penny (Maybe around 14-17)!! She had natural purple hair in different shades before dying the up and middle parts many shades of pink as a first sign of rebellion from people’s expectations as she still puts her hair in a neat mini box braids in a bun while still covering her right eye due to her childhood incident.

I still need to add her ears and maybe practice more of my braids (i’m so sorry if I screwed up, shading as Penny’s hair is very hard to figure out when color is which i gotta fix the hair and head. Her pose and outfit is inspired by Trainer Dawn’s (the top being purposefully cutted to show her asymmetrical) and young Cynthia’s poses by souji/shigino sohuzi which her pose is inspired from 

She’s wears lot of space theme outfits and some motifs with clocks and moons as her name means “moon goddess” opposite of Phoibos,( she once wore a sun and moon themed kimono during a festival with Phoibos and it was one of the few times he genuinely smiled, like it was small but there), even then she began to wear more goth clothing (fake goth as a middle finger to the folks who put a lot of pressure on her, not her mums) and loves shades of pink and purple with her black and gold clothing since it doesn’t clash with her hair to show her side of professionalism. 

She was still painfully insecurities and socially awkward, preferring to spend time in the library or hidden away from her classmates in the darkest corners of the school or outside behind many shrubs and trees where unlike Phoibos, preferred the company of Pokemon as they’re easier to understand and don’t judge her for her eye or how she panics on what to say to strangers like how some students think she’s a witch due to her quiet shy personality and even some adults tell her that she’s an “assistant to Giratina”,(doesn’t help when she starts her goth phrase, people freaked out at her makeup,being her black mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and dark purple eyeshadow though she changed it to pink lipstick to match her hair and insisted that she liked giratina.

Even though she never hang out with people her age a she would go ou of her way to avoid conflict and fights, she would succumb to peer pressure which stems from her desperation of being liked and wanting to please everyone, being much of a pushover and doormat which got her to be taken advantage of thanks to her love/hate image of her eye since that’s all people saw her as that, a mistake, even with her buying contact lenses, makeup can’t always hide the scar she received, she’s that girl who got straight a’s, did the extra credit and does all the homework early even the one not due and a bit of a teacher’s pet but still is rather looked down upon by some due to her eye

Though when she looked Phoibos, whose’s eyes were pure white that one who assume he was blind. Not just that but also his eyebrows and hair combined with his eye bags on his lovely pale skin, Penny called his eyes were like moonstones glittering under the moon, Cheesy she knows but for the small smile and light blush on his face, it was worth it…

In her teens she was inspired by Jagged Stone and Chandra with plaid skirts, garter belts, shredded fishnet stockings, fingless gloves, chokers and t-shirts that are covered in graphic designs like supportive words in kanji, bands, pokeball designs and of course, space but mostly moon and stars designs as she nejoy watching the contsellations and planets with Phoibos in their min clubhouse and telescope she got for her birthday since Celestic town was slowly getting bigger think game and anime size with some small houses but also has the research lab where her grandmother is the region’s professor but also wears those furry turtleneck sweaters with a cool design.

Even as she got older it wasn’t that bad but She is an obsessive perfectionist workaholic and often studies, trains, and exercises to the point of collapse her pokemon often making sure she ate and slept combined with her crippling anxiétés with most being over her lament of her lost friendship with Phoibos who has strayed to a dark path of destruction, being forced to fight him even as he insited she joined him in his “perfect” world before deciding to end her “misery” with a “mercy kill” (though she has how his fists shaked and their was aslight quiver in his voice) and leaving him behind in the Distortion World to rot.

Giratina still lets her visit as she was fond of him/it and actually gushed for a few moments once properly meeting Giratina, she often sends supplies to Phoibos and wrote many letters but doesn’t know how to tell him when she actually does visit since she did punch and kick him plus his jealousy issues of her. Though they will talk about it leading to Phoibos having an emotional breakdown and sobbing his eyes out as Penny wraps him in a hug, so he’s terrified of harming her and others, is very touched starved and strives to be better, he still cries over the scars he or other people gave her    Despite her obsessive tendencies, Penny is utterly dedicated to the her region and has a very strong sense of justice, loyalty and is still very well loved as she has the warmth and kindness a good leader should even though she is socially awkward and internally panics at the sight she’s slipping up. Though she is a huge multitasker even though she will slowly crack to pressure though it will take a while for them to show until she breaks down in private, but her pokemon comfort her

She’s misses those times… times of them talking endlessly for hours infodumping on each other, in a meadow of sunflowers and moonflowers when she gave him a friendship bracelet with a sun charm for his birthday while she made herself a matching bracelet with a moon charm, she misses them reading next to each other and one of them falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, her apologizing for talking too much and him watching her with fond eyes as he tells her it’s ok and let’s her finish talking about the latest chapter of Sinnoh history or when he creates a machine, she didn’t think she was considered to be liked, never thought about, if it ruined their friendship…and now it’s too late

[harryandmolly]

i could write it better than you ever felt it - two

Summary: fuck growing up. this is freedom, this is life, this is youth -- 2007 Warped Tour style.

Warnings: Language, a lot of tongue

Word count: 5k

Valentina forgets, just briefly, why the fuck she agreed to this around the time she unloads the 30th box from the truck.

And then the gates open.

Val’s never been to Disney World despite the fact that she and her family have lived in Florida all her life. Her parents never thought of it as a suitable vacation or activity for their children’s growing minds. But she imagines this is what it looks like, feels like when the gates of the Magic Kingdom open in the morning.

She’s watching from afar when they start letting people in. Swarms of teens and young adults with multicolored hair and vibrant graphic tees pour in searching out solace and togetherness. They’ll find it here, she’s sure. She always did.

The first bands were on at 11:30am. She’s camped out at her now fully functional merch tent and the initial door opening rush has ceased. She’s officially back in the saddle, and officially exhausted.

Her feet are propped up on the table and her sunglasses are drawn low down her nose as she surveys the area and tells herself she’s not looking for that guy, the one she saw during load-in. The one with the legs.

A hand clamps down over her eyes and her instincts tell her to drop her feet and squeal. A low rumbling laugh falls over her shoulder. Her racing heart settles.

“Alex, you’re a prick.”

And there he is. All 6’1”, 130 pounds of him. Alex Gaskarth, lead singer of All Time Low, her second favorite goofball.

She looks over her shoulder at him and grins despite her grating words. He takes his cue to step around the table and present himself to her. He’s wearing a smirk and a douchey white snapback. He lifts his thick dark eyebrows.

“But I’m your prick,” he reminds her. She shakes her head and stands. He holds out his long, gangly arms for her to wrap herself up in.

She sways them back and forth and lands a friendly kiss on his cheek. “I can’t believe it took you this long to come visit. I half expected the bus would run over you when we pulled in here this morning.”

“Following you around the venue like a puppy is so 2005,” he chuckles, alluding to the not-so-secret crush he harbored pretty famously on her during her last fall tour with Streets. Despite the potential for awkwardness, Alex and Val remained friends. She even wrote with him sometimes when he was in the Miami area.

She claps him on the back and releases him. “What time are you on? Hurley.com, right?”

He grins proudly, rocking back on his heels. “Yeah, can you believe it? Fuckin’ Hurley.com! We’re on at 4 today.”

She bobs her head. “That’s a good slot. Long enough after lunch that people will be looking around for a set to catch.”

“Exactly. Rian’s out with the posterboard now walking the line.”

Val tossed her head back with a laugh. Walking the line was a time-honored tradition at Warped Tour for smaller bands. They designate members to walk around the grounds with a posterboard announcing their stage and set time. It’s a duty no one particularly likes because it’s hot and a little humiliating but the ATL boys always did it with gusto. Val’s pretty sure it had more to do with meeting girls than with the pride of convincing potential fans to come catch their set.

“I don’t miss that shit,” she admits.

He shoots her a look. “You must miss the rest of it, though. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“Psychoanalyzing me already, Gaskarth? Buy me a drink first.”

She gently backs him off with her sharp wit. The truth is, Alex knows more about her than she’d probably care to realize. He’s perceptive as hell, which makes him an amazing songwriter. But here, at the merch table, where she can feel the heavily lined eyes of 17-year-olds staring at them curiously, she doesn’t much feel like getting into her personal life. Especially since she knows he has the ear of Raf.

“I will definitely buy you a drink at the barbecue tonight!” he offers with a glint in his eye.

“The booze is free at the barbecue.”

“That’s perfect, free drinks are my favorite kind to buy. I gotta bounce, I’ll see you tonight, kid.”

He bumps her fist with his and jogs off, holding the saggy ass of his skinny jeans up with one hand as he waves at a giggling group of fans.

When the smell of his Axe body spray and sweat fades, the watchful eyes remain. Val is used to them, had gotten good at ignoring them, but she’s a little out of practice.

They feel sharper than she remembers. She blinks hard, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She swallows uncomfortably and reaches for a water bottle.

Despite the 50/50 male to female ratio of attendance at Warped Tour and the general understanding that women are more a part of the scene than ever before, female band members, especially female drummers, are not widely accepted. She was bothered by it for a time, unsure how anyone could mistake her drive to write and make music as a way for her to sleep with band and crew. She kept everyone at arm’s length, desperate to keep from gaining a reputation. But it never mattered. She got one anyway.

Val shoots a glance at the gaggle of teen girls in Delia’s jeans and Paramore t-shirts. They pretend to be doing anything but gossiping about her. She turns her attention back to her chipping navy nail polish and smiles. Some things never change.

+

Shawn pulls the fabric of his t-shirt from where it clings to his abs and pulls a face.

“I’m fuckin’ drenched,” he mumbles. Seth nods, squinting against the sun. They’ve just come off their first set playing to about seven people from the Smartpunk stage.

“California is hot,” Francis whines. Shawn beans him with a plastic water bottle. Francis grabs it out of the dust and throws it back, but it goes wide when he gets distracted by something behind Shawn.

Shawn turns his head to look. Through the straggling crowd, he sees Raf and Val Moreno at the Streets of Gold merch tent looking like the casual rock gods they are. Shawn’s smile is shy and cornered on either side by a blush.

“Should we go say hi?” murmurs Vince, their guitar and drum tech.

Shawn winces. “Well we shouldn’t stand here and strategize about it, that’s fucking weird.”

But they do stand there for another minute or two, quietly hoping Raf will spot them and wave them over so they feel like the kids getting invited to sit at the cool lunch table. But he’s embroiled in what looks like a heated discussion with his sister, so they slouch off for a break under the merch tent with Dan and his battery operated fans.

Shawn’s a little relieved. He’s not sure he can be around either Moreno twin without making an ass of himself. He knows Raf, yes, they’ve been first openers on more recent Streets shows when they’ve come through Toronto, but that doesn’t make him any less of a total fucking dweeb around him, given how long he’s been a Streets fan. And Val, Val he’s never met and probably never should. Shawn’s not bad around girls but he has a funny feeling he’d go full idiot motor-mouth if he got to look deep into the soulful brown eyes of Valentina Moreno. Maybe he can go the whole summer without talking to her? Is that possible?

He contemplates the likelihood under the tent with his eyes closed. He hears some female giggling and looks up. There are about six 14-year-old girls staring at them shyly.

“Hey, Shawn!” one of them greets, shoved forward by the others to be their mouthpiece despite the shakiness in her voice.

Shawn beams and stands, looming over them. “Hey, guys! Did you catch the set earlier?”

The leader of the group looks annoyed. “No, only Carly did,” she gestures to a petite Latina girl behind her who looks horrified that Shawn Mendes knows her name now, “We were stuck at soccer camp until noon and couldn’t get here.”

Shawn ducks slightly to seem less large and intimidating. He looks around a girl’s pink hair to catch Carly’s eye. “Did you have fun?”

Carly blinks and clears her throat. Her friends look awe-struck. “Yes. Yeah, you guys were great.”

Shawn bobs his head. “Thank you. You guys wanna take a picture?”

They agree and hand him a little pink Razr. They gather around him as he squats partially to fit them all in the frame. He turns the phone around and expertly positions it to snap the photo. With hugs and a couple purchased t-shirts later, they’re off to bask in the glow.

“Shawn Mendes: setting teenage loins on fire since 1988.”

Shawn smirks at Francis. “Are you jealous about the 14-year-olds, Frank? Do we need to have a talk?”

The band guffaws. Francis’s face goes flat. “Fuck off, you know I love older women.”

“I do,” Shawn chuckles, shaking his head.

“This year is the year I marry Hayley Williams,” Francis reminds them all. Shawn tips his head back and lets his eyes shut again, resting up before the first barbecue of the tour.

“This is the year I fuck Bigfoot,” Seth chirps.

It’s the last thing Shawn remembers hearing before he drifts off in a nice post-show nap.

+

Val can’t really explains the bubble of nerves she feels as she sits in the front lounge of the Streets bus with her make up bag. She’s freshly showered and applying a cat eye when Raf steps out of the bunk area with a resigned smile.

“You look pretty,” he comments half-heartedly.

“Don’t sound so bummed about it,” she chuckles, sparing him a glance as she raises her eyeliner wand with a steady hand.

“I’m not. Sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry about earlier. I was being weird,” Raf mumbles, collapsing into the booth seat across the table from her.

Val gamely lowers her hand to focus on him. She sweeps a wave of almost too shiny stick-straight hair over her shoulder and regards him carefully. “It’s ok.”

“It’s not. It’s not your shit. And I always make it your shit,” he sighs.

Val bites into her lower lip, flipping through her lip gloss options. After a moment, she looks up at him. “It’s just… it’s been a couple years, Raf, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Raf swallows and Val feels his embarrassment in her gut like it’s hers. She winces.

“I don’t know why I still can’t be around her. I feel like such a fucking kid,” he rasps. He nervously adjusts the Taking Back Sunday snapback on his dark curls and huffs.

“It’s not like there’s a rule. You and Bea, it was fuckin’ complicated. And it was so hot and cold and on and off for a long time. You’re not a robot, you can’t turn it off because you want to. And even if she pretends she can, she can’t.”

He looks up. “Did she say something to you?”

“Jesus Christ, Raf, stop. I’m talking to you now as your sister, not as Bea’s friend. I cannot be your informant or your go-between. We’re not doing that again.”

Raf held up his hands. “Right. Yes. I’m sorry. Old habits. Cool. We’re good.”

Raf stands and heads for the door without another word. Val opens her mouth to stop him but his long legs carry him faster than her brain can come up with something comforting to say. She wrinkles her nose and pouts at the magnifying mirror.

With any luck, she’d get her hands on enough Jack Daniels not to be worrying about keeping 15 yards between her brother and his sometimes-girlfriend. But if she wants any booze at all, she’d better leave now.

She follows stragglers from the bus grounds to where they’ve set up the grills and stereos. There’s something romantic about wading through trampled grass, following bonfire smoke and pop-punk to get to where she wants to be. And when she arrives, she’s welcomed with open arms and open containers of booze.

The New Found Glory guys and Bea pounce on her first, doling out hugs and swigs of gin. Val feels her heart pounding against Ryan Key of Yellowcard’s chest as she hugs him because she’ll never be fully over that little crush. She flips off the Streets band and crew as they holler at her from a stack of strategically placed hay bales. They’re surrounded by a younger band she doesn’t recognize.

She gathers a plate of food, high fives Kevin Lyman and snags a beer before she strolls over to join her family. As she stands over them, she sees a familiar face.

“Val, these are the Forefront guys. Guys, this is my sister Val,” Raf introduces, pointing out Francis, Bobby, Seth, Vince, Carter and Shawn.

Val slides on a smooth grin and plops down next to Shawn, Blue Jays skateboarding boy from this morning. Because when life hands you lemons.

“Hi,” she murmurs, fluttering her eyelashes at him when his eyes go wide. He chokes slightly on a bite of hot dog and mumbles “hi” through a mouthful of bread.

She’s undeterred. From this close, she can see the little freckles on the base of his neck and the way his sideburns are curly like the rest of his hair. It’s refreshing – curls aren’t a thing in the scene. It makes him stand out. That and the foot of height he has on anyone that comes near him.

She’s heard of Forefront from Raf. She knows some of their music. They opened a few shows after her tenure as Streets’ drummer, so her familiarity is limited. She likes his voice, though. It’s the kind of voice that makes you want to close your eyes and live in it for a while, let it take you somewhere. She has half a mind to close her eyes and just listen to him talk now.

But he’s gone quiet. She wonders if maybe she threw him off by planting right next to him. Val knows as both a confident woman and a female scene drummer she can be an intimidating presence. She doesn’t so much mind that, but it does throw off her game sometimes.

She drinks a little harder. He does the same. As he does, his body, previously turned away and closed off from her, opens up. He starts looking over at her when she laughs at something Francis said or when she makes her sly cracks that have the whole group roaring. Just once or twice she catches him staring just a little too long. If their faces weren’t bronzed out by the light of the fire, she’d catch his heavy blush.

Some of the group breaks off until it’s Francis, Shawn, Val and Naveen sitting around listening to Francis blabber over blink-182’s Take Off Your Pants And Jacket in the background. Shawn and Val are both picking at straw from a hay bale when the song changes to First Date.

Their heads shoot up like meercats. Val looks at Shawn with a grin. He goes noticeably pink at noticing the same song she has.

“I love Take Off Your Pants,” she confesses, “It was like, a turning point album for me.”

Shawn nods eagerly, tossing his straw aside and licking his lips. She watches the black ring bob distractingly. “Totally. God, Stay Together For the Kids? So fucking good.”

“Oh my god, legendary,” she agrees, pressing her lips into a gentle smile.

He gets his first good look at her for the night. He’s been trying to keep his eyes down, trying not to be weird, but she’s a little magnetic.

He notices her long, rounded fingernails and wonders if she wore them that long when she was still drumming. He wonders if she straightens her dark hair or if it’s that shiny all on its own. He looks at the fullness of her lips and imagines what flavor her lipgloss is. He stops himself when he realizes he’s thinking about how her flared hips would feel under his hands when she’s dancing to Beverly Hills by Weezer.

Now, though, since they’re talking, he has invitation to look at her. She’s a classic kind of beauty with a soft round face, deep, dark eyes and cupid’s bow-shaped lips. She’s kinda tall for a girl at 5’8” but still petite enough to make you wonder how she hits those drums so hard. Or, used to.

She’s beautiful. She’s been beautiful for years. He knows because he’s been a Streets fan since he saw them by happenstance at a little club in Toronto when he was a moody 14-year-old. They had only just gotten signed and were opening for Bayside at the time. He remembers quirking his eyebrows when she took the stage, that little hint of a smirk on her face, that look of “just you watch.”

She plays hard. She’s a damn good drummer. Naveen is a decent replacement, but Val Moreno was special. She is special. And she’s pulling on his hand.

“C’mon, Mendes, I need a refill,” she announces, tugging on him as she turns toward the tables of booze. His eyes fall to the snug back pockets of her hiphuggers. He licks his lips again and follows willingly.

“What can I make you?” he offers gallantly, holding his arms out to the bottles of booze.

Val’s eyebrows lift as she leans against a lamppost. “What is this, “Cocktail?””

Shawn grins at the reference and ducks his head. “I’m a bartender when we’re not on tour. Try me.”

This time Val’s the one licking her lips at the implication. Trying him doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend time.

“Whiskey sour,” she requests with a nod. He beams at the proffered challenge and reaches for a fresh solo cup, expertly whipping up her drink the way he makes them at The Copper Bar back home in Toronto.

He hands it to her with a raised eyebrow. She takes a sip, watching him as he watches her. She approves.

“That’s good. You know your way around a bottle.”

“I do what I can,” he says without a hint of false modesty. Her heart smacks against her ribs. She fights to soothe it as he leads her not back toward their friends but around the perimeter of the barbecue.

“So. First day. You shitting yourself yet?” she asks.

Shawn laughs and adjusts the backwards cap on his head nervously. She blinks and thinks of Raf for a flash of a second.

“Today was rough,” he admits, “We’ve been opening for some cool bands so we’ve had a lot of kids to play for recently. When they’re not trapped in front of you, when they can just walk past your stage to go catch Pennywise on main, I mean yeah, it’s disheartening.”

Val knows the feeling well but gets the sense the sage older sister vibe wouldn’t be appropriate here given how not subtly he’s brushing their hands together as they walk.

“I actually heard people talking about your set today,” she says. He lights up. She brightens up right with him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Some girls at my table said you were playing a keyboard. They acted like they’d never seen one before.”

Shawn shrugs. “I like the keyboard. Feels a little elevated sometimes. It’s different.”

Val slugs back another sip of whiskey and notices how light she feels. She hopes if she starts to float away he’ll catch her.

They make another turn around the perimeter and their cups are empty by the time they get there so they refill. By the time they come back again, Shawn is stumbling lazily, holding Val’s hand high as she twirls toward the table to grab a beer. She’s singing along, and not at all badly, to Pardon Me by Weezer. He watches her with a close-mouthed smile and sparkling eyes and he’s half in love and the other half is three sheets to the wind.

When they reach the table, she drops his hand and before he can feel dejected, she hands him a beer and drags him away from the rabble and the music and the cloud of weed and cheap booze toward the buses. It’s not subtle, it’s public, people are definitely taking note of who’s skulking off with who, and Val seems to pay it no mind. Shawn swings his head back to look at what they’re leaving. He avoids Raf’s watchful gaze and instead stares at Francis who looks a little impressed and a little fucking flabbergasted.

“Do you like touring, Shawn?” she asks, continuing to drag him by the hand like she knows exactly where they’re going. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t.

“I love touring,” he says honestly, hiccupping over the last word. She giggles and turns, walking backwards up the hill with a beer in one hand and his hand in the other. He wants to memorize this moment.

Val Moreno isn’t just looking at him. She doesn’t just know his name. She’s dragging him up a hill to god knows where with beers and it occurs to him there’s no bus call tonight because they’re only driving to Ventura in the morning. What the fuck is going on.

She’s plopping into cross-legged position on a patch of mud. He notices that she doesn’t seem to do much very gracefully, other than hit the drums. He lowers next to her and she releases his hand.

“I like touring sometimes. Other times it makes me… crazy,” she confides, narrowing her eyes at the fairgrounds below being broken down by venue staff. She blinks slowly. He watches her wet her lips and sip her beer.

“It can be a lot,” he agrees softly, unsure of how to answer. He finds himself wanting to be helpful to her in some way, in whatever way she might need.

He gets like this around girls sometimes. He wants to be whatever they want him to be.

She ignores his confused glance and drops her cryptic topic. Instead, she stares out at the floodlights painting the grounds pale colors against the charcoal southern California sky.

“Do you miss drumming?” he whispers.

She doesn’t blink, doesn’t hesitate. “Every day.”

He’s quiet for another minute. “Why did you stop?”

She looks at him warmly. He feels it down to his toes. She puts her beer down and turns to face him, shuffling between his bent knees. She plants her manicured hands on the tears in his black jeans and looks him over carefully. He feels himself go a little hard against his thigh under her study.

“Val?” he whispers.

“Hmm?” she hums, looking up from his impressive arms to his even more impressive face.

“You gonna kiss me?” he croaks, his mouth going dry.

Valentina grins wide. “You’re goddamn right I am.”

She doesn’t so much kiss him as maul him. She launches into his body, securing her hands by his where they’re planted behind him to hold them up. She plunders his lips, sucking his lower lip into her mouth, teasing the piercing to make him moan. She licks hungrily into his mouth. He pushes off his hands to pull himself up right and hold her tight against him, wanting to feel her chest against his, see if their hearts were pounding in time, if they were as in synch as their lips.

She sinks her fingers into his hair and tugs. His body tightens along with his grip on her. He whimpers loud into her mouth, sucking gently at her tongue. She cards her fingers through his hair like she’s desperate for something but he’s not sure what it could be because he’s given her everything he has in this kiss. He bites down on her lower lip when she makes to pull away to his neck.

She tastes like whiskey and beer and her hair is impossibly softer than it looks as he plays with the ends, the fingers of his other hand flirting with the hem of her shirt. She wiggles in his arms until his fingertips nudge underneath. His hands wander up over the perfect caramel skin of her back, over the band of her lacy bra, brushing the downy hairs on the nape of her neck. He thinks about lifting her arms and pulling off her tee but he resists, dropping a hand down to slide into her back pocket instead.

She gasps a little into his mouth at his teasing squeeze. She nips at his lips playfully, giggling into the kiss in a way she hasn’t with anyone in a long time. She knows she’s drunk, they both are, but this feels like its own intoxication.

She pulls back slightly to breathe, tucking her hair behind her ears. Shawn’s lips are swollen and his pupils are blown out. She flicks gently at his bottom lip with her tongue, enjoying the way his breathing hitches whenever she uses her tongue on him. She pecks at his lips, wriggling back into his hand as he experimentally massages her ass through her skinny jeans.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he hisses, grunting when she drops her lips to the freckles she noticed on his neck earlier.

Val smiles against the gently tanned skin, sinking her teeth in to hear him yelp.

“Oh, fucking Christ,” he mutters, gathering her in closer, unwilling to move his hands from her ass.

“Wanna leave a mark,” she murmurs, tonguing his throat. He nods without hesitation.

“Please, fuck, yes,” he rasps, already picturing how it’ll look in the mirror tomorrow morning, how long it might last on his sensitive skin.

Val nibbles and sucks like she’s got a formula in place and maybe she does but he definitely doesn’t care. It feels fucking good. It feels even better, somehow, when she leans back to survey her work and smiles. She likes claiming him.

“So sexy, Shawn,” she whispers into his lips through another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He groans in agreement. Her teeth bump up against his piercing and she pulls back to lick at it playfully.

“This is sexy, too,” she comments, pecking at the corner of his mouth, feeling the enamel dig into her lip.

“Yeah?” he pants, blinking his eyes open to see her looking at him with a Cheshire cat smile and hooded lids. He licks the taste of her off his lower lip.

“I like piercings,” she tells him, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with her finger. It quivers under her touch. He keeps his eyes level with hers.

“What… what else do you like?” he nearly gasps. Her eyebrows lift.

“You wanna know what I like, Shawny?”

The low tremor of his voice has him nodding eagerly. He squeezes her ass again for emphasis. “Yeah.”

“I like your hands on my ass. And I like your tongue in my mouth,” she replies smoothly, hooking her fingers back into his curls and tilting his head to stroke her tongue against his.

He moans loud, obscenely, and tips back into the dirt with her on top of him. Her weight is comforting somehow, and the motion kicks up a breeze through her hair, sending a distinctly citrusy scent at him to overwhelm him further.

He hears himself speaking but isn’t sure why he feels the need to, especially since he’s literally talking into her mouth. “You smell good.”

She giggles and their teeth clash and Shawn feels a shiver rip up his back. It’s so casually intimate, feels couple-y and sweet, it makes Shawn a little dizzy. He grunts and tries not to rut into her like a teenager since she’s just lying on top of him and not making any moves to grind against him or take his clothes off. Which he’s fine with, he can totally handle himself. The raging hard-on in his cage-like jeans tells him otherwise, but fuck it. When’s he going to have this chance again?

Val likes feeling him solid and warm underneath her, between her and the briny-smelling dirt. She’s just interested in kissing him, in exploring the way their lips fit together and the noises he makes when she flicks at the tip of his tongue or scratches at the curls on the back of his neck. He’s not pushing her either, which is nice. He’s not yanking at her shirt or shoving his hands down her pants. He’s making her feel like he’ll take what he can get from her when she offers it. That’s kinda nice.

The flood lights go out below them. The party is over. The venue is broken down. They both jerk upright when the world around them goes absolutely dark.

Val pants. Shawn sits up with her between his knees. He groans.

“How are we going to get back? We can’t see anything.”

Val winces. “Yeah, bad planning,” She hops up and takes his hand, yanking him to his feet, “C’mon, baby steps.”

They do get back down the hill to where the buses are. It’s not easy, and they both fall a couple times, and by the time they reach the bottom they’re both certainly more sober. He walks her to her bus and swings her hand playfully, feeling like a kid dropping his date off and wondering who’s watching them from the windows as he kisses her goodnight. She gives him one last little peck on his lip ring before sending him away and crawling into her bunk.

Taglist: @smallerinfinities @the-claire-bitch-project @stillinskislydia @achinglyshawn @infiniteshawn​ @alone-in-madness​ @alone-in-madness @singanddreamanyway @accioalena @randi-eve

[spinneryesteryear]

FFXIV 5.2 Reactions

Jotted these down when the patch came out, but only just now typing them up to get the notes off my phone, lol.

- Just fiddled with my graphics settings and now the game looks fantastic, especially at night. On the other hand, I have 30 fps now. RIP. Gotta find a way to toggle settings before I enter a raid.

- Really, playing FFXIV is like watching a TV series but new episodes only come out every 3 months.

- Gaius’s new model is so hi-def and realistic it just makes that blue-haired girl next to him look even more baby-faced and anime. Kinda jarring, tbh.

- pls let me recruit Estinien to fight the Weapons, I beg you

- Okay, so talking to Unukalhai right before while I was in the Rising Stones and hearing his warning about auracite leads me to suspect something will happen while transporting the Scions home. (Or it’s a reference to Oversoul with the Weapons. Or it’s just his standard dialogue, idk.)

- G’RAHA I’M MARRIED. Or my character is. In my head. To Sidurgu. NOT YOU.

- *mind drifting to odd details during cutscene* Lyna has fantastic winged eyeliner.

- Okay, wild theory: Zenos has possessed Ardbert’s body and is hunting sin eaters for his newest sport, hoping to lure us out.

- Frickin’ fake Ardbert will pop up during this announcement, I just know it.

- ALPHINAUD, DID YOU JUST SIGN ME UP FOR PUBLIC SPEAKING??!!

- I *knew* it!

- Y’shtola, what does your x-ray vision tell you? And why is Ardbert’s beard missing? Did the Ascian shave his corpse for reasons unknown?

- Okay, so it’s probably not Zenos in Ardbert’s body.

- 2nd wild theory: Elidibus isn’t tempered by Zodiark in the same way as the other AScians. Probably quite contradicted by canon, but I can’t remember all his moon monologues. Still, something seems different about him.

- It’s heartening that Beq Lugg disapproves of the Ascians’ careless appropriation of corpses.

- “It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to view these scenes in their entirety.” HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS, FOLKS!

- Okay, that statue is terrifying. It represents a sin eater, I assume. Also reminds me of some real-life pagan idols. It’s gonna come to life, isn’t it.

- Ah. Yes. Of course.

- It’s less scary when alive somehow. Save for the unfocused eyes. Like the Ronkans’ answer to Allagan chimerae. Or the sphinx from Greek myths. Yep, it has riddles. It’s gonna try to keep one soul, though, I’m sure.

- FIGHT TIME

- so glad I came on PLD

- I’m sure those cubi had nothing to do with the Amaurotines

- “How polite.” - Y’shtola summing up what I think of every FF boss’s insistence on holding fights in alternate dimensions.

- Ah, Tiuna was a fellow WoL. Let me pay my respects at her grave, dang it!

- Four (properly clothed) Roegadyn all standing here on patch day for the cutscene?! What is this madness?1 Maybe there truly are dozens of us out there...

- Is Y’shtola gonna enchant the broom? Yep. She gets more like her mother every day.

- poor Runar, his waifu running off to save the world again

- ngl, Ardbert’s voice when it’s so not Ardbert is really tripping me out

- The WoL is so angry and betrayed over this misappropriation of Ardbert’s body and I’m so, so glad to see this reaction. Ardbert is our #1 best bro. We will not stand for his memory to be abused like this.

- HOLY CRAP THAT’S TERRIFYING

- Elidibus sounds like a tired old man. A tired, bitter old man. Which he is.

- Doing SHB MSQ as tank allows me to relate to Thancred on another level. THere’s a certain bond between co-tanks who trust each other. We view ourselves as hte only responsible ones (especially since neither Urianger nor Alphinaud are competent enough to achieve Troll Healer status) and there’s this silent understanding behind our actions. I can’t describe it better.

- Urianger’s waterwalking was every bit as dramatic and played out how I anticipated. Thancred’s exasperation was on point. And I suspect their dizziness is due to the fraying soul-body connection.

- Urianger is so desperate to not swim, he makes a deal with the Fuath. THat sounds like a spectacularly bad decision, even for him.

- Now Alisaie is signing me up for chores. Good grief. She’s eager to be on our way.

- “It is a minor miracle that we accomplish anything at all.” You got that right, sister.

- Ryne guilt-tripping her dad and Uncle Orange, lol. Oh, wait, and me, too. Did everyone receive a sass upgrade this patch?

- It is nice to just hang out with the Scions, though. Too bad a FATE had to gatecrash. I knew it’d be those guys Elidibus encouraged, though. Am unsure what game he’s playing by encouraging people to be heroic. So far.

- So is no one in the Crystarium questioning why the Exarch is suddenly going around with his hood down? Or did he do that regularly before the WoL showed up?

- Okay, so can Elidibus just conjure up a vision of the sky falling and awaken the Echo within people like that?

- why did Venat and Elidibus have their top-secret meeting sin the same location? Or store the recordings of their meetings in the same location? Were those even the same locations???

- lol, Elidibus bluntly refuses to reveal his plan

- the bit with not being able to sleep and getting up for a drink really resonates with me

- quick, which do I pick? Granson, my edgy little brother, or Giott, my tiny, badass sister?

- on PLD currently and Granson was in the patch trailer so my edgy wannabe DRK bro it is!

- let me go off to hunt Elidibus down with Granson and Giott pls. PLS. I want them for trust.

- uh-oh, why are we staring at the moon? Are we just giving Elidibus and/or Zodiark the stink-eye, or something more?

- so is G’raha steadily getting more and more crystallized?

- and WHO THE HECK is parading around in Asahi’s body????

[2dfanficfreek]

Gemini | Saeyoung/Saeran (1-3)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character, Choi Saeran/Main Character Characters: Choi Saeran, choi saeyoung, Original Characters, Kim Yoosung, V | Kim Jihyun, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, Zen | Ryu Hyun, Original Character | Soraya, Original Character | Song Hyejin, Original Character | Song Hyesun Additional Tags: Childhood Trauma, Kidnapping, Illegal Activities, Family Drama, Hacking, Aftermath of Violence, Mental Anguish, Sex, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex

Summary: A story that takes place after V’s “Forgive” After Ending, Saeran and Saeyoung are working to reach a state of normalcy when they’re invited to a super secret society of twins who are also hackers. There, they meet and immediately fall for the Song twins, born just a few days after them, who happen to have a history similar to theirs. Eventually, they discover they are more connected than originally though, however these ladies are neck deep in a dangerous world they are trying to escape from. Will justice or love prevail, or can they finally coexist?

1

“Take me with you,” Yoosung begged him over the phone.

“Um… no.”

“I game!”

“What part of ‘secret club’ do you not understand?”

“How did you find out about it?”

“You have to be in the community… so to speak.”

“So they’re just not gamers?”

“No.”

“What are the other criteria?”

“I could tell you… but then I’d have to kill you.”

“I want to hang out with you guys. You have so much fun.”

“Of course we do, we’re the Choi twins. Gotta go. Study hard for at least thirty minutes before you log into LOLOL.”

“Whatever,” he sighed.

“Laterz,” he hung up after pulling into a parking space. He pulled down the visor of his car and checked his appearance, running his fingers through his shaggy red hair before adjusting his glasses. He grabbed his phone and stepped out of the car, locking it with a click of the dauber before stepping into an apartment building.

He knocked on the door of his twin brother and waited.

“Are we really doing this?” Saeran opened the door and sighed.

“What? A secret society of hackers who are twins. I mean… we’ve been chosen as part of the .0001%.”

He turned around and walked off, shaking his head. “How did we get invited?”

“Okay, that’s… a cool story,” he plopped down onto the sofa. “So, there’s this really cute gamer vlogger who goes by ‘Purple Fox’ and she’s really good. I’ve been watching her streams for a while, and I’ve played her a few times. She’s... really good.”

“How cute?” he lazily brought his eyes up to him.

“Cute enough for you to come with me,” he pulled out his phone and showed him.

He sighed before looking her over, her purple hair and violet eyes, cute sparkling purple headset with fox ears and full heart-shaped lips… “She’s definitely your type.”

“Right? And then… one day she had a special guest. Her twin…” he scrolled to the next picture to show him a nearly identical-looking woman, yet her hair was a soft violet and much longer. She had the same violet eyes but wore a black choker and bolder eyeliner. His eyes immediately fell to the nose piercing sparkling in the light of the monitor as a slight smile curled the edges of his lips. “Her gamer ID is ‘Emo Kitsune.’ So, I did some research…”

“Of course you did,” he crossed his arms.

“They’re good. It was hard to dig up much, but I did come across a code in one of her vlogs… ‘G∑⫙1∩1 J1∩⋈.’ She’s Gemini Jinx.”

His eyes widened. “No!”

“I stalked her online for a few nights before inviting her to a private chat. I told her that my twin and I were huge fans of her work.”

“She didn’t fall for that,” he laughed.

“Oh no. I immediately got hits on my flags. She tapped seven in less than a minute. She has a great setup.”

“She broke through the firewall in less than a minute?” he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s the fake one,” he frowned at him. “Who am I?”

“Who is she… really?”

“Now that… I haven’t found yet.”

He tilted his head to the side before walking off to his room.

Saeyoung burst into a bright grin before following him.

“Ah…” he growled while typing away on his computer. “No one knows her real name. She is good.”

“She either has close friends…”

“Or no friends,” he smirked.

“Anyway… she said this society gets together regularly to hang out with our own kind. The contract is signed by a bloody thumbprint and the last dude to breach the sacred seal of secrecy was never found.”

“Great, you’re pulling me into another cult,” he rolled his eyes.

“Seriously… if anything feels hinky, we’re out of there. I’m not getting that vibe, though.”

“Hyung,” he whined.

“They’re super cute… super smart… know how to keep secrets… speak our language…”

He glanced back down at the photo of Emo Fox and sighed before walking off to get ready.

2

The brothers stepped out of the luxury sports car and handed the keys off to the valet before strutting through the glass doors of the fancy building. They were met by a hostess, dressed in a fancy black dress. “Misters Choi, welcome,” she bowed as Saeran flashed his eyes to his brother. “Welcome to The Gathering. Please follow me to the Gate Keeper.”

Both were quiet as they entered an elevator and rode up to what seemed like the top floor. They stepped out to meet a man in a black suit.

“Misters Choi,” he bowed to them. “I am the Gate Keeper. Please carefully read over your contracts. If there are any questions, please ask.”

“What do these contracts entail?” Saeyoung spoke up.

“These are for tonight’s trial membership. Once you have met every member of the society, you will be voted in or declined. Either way, you will receive notification.”

Saeran sighed as he read over the contract, which was quite straightforward. It was purely a confidentiality contract with the only expectation of keeping silent the focus.

The twins met eyes and nodded before turning back to the Gate Keeper. They were each handed inkless fountain pens to prick their fingers and pressed their thumbs against the parchment.

“That’s dramatic,” Saeyoung smirked.

“I think it’s cool,” Saeran nodded while licking his thumb.

They were suddenly approached by a muscular man, his crisp, white oxford sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos covering his skin. “Please follow me.”

Saeyoung stood a little taller and flexed his fists as Saeran looked away and laughed lowly. They were led to a wall and stopped. The man turned to a camera in the corner and nodded his head just before the wall broke away and opened to reveal a hidden elevator. They again followed the man onto the elevator and waited until they were lifted to an even higher level of the building. This time, they stepped out into the penthouse.

It looked like any other luxury penthouse in Korea, and probably was a bit bigger than Jumin’s to be honest.

Yet another hostess walked down a staircase in the same puffy black dress and clapped her hands together. “Welcome, gentlemen. Please enjoy yourselves.”

She led them up the stairs to a single door, guarded by a retinal scanner. She looked into the scanner and waited for the door to click before she opened it to reveal an enormous room, filled wall to wall with the highest of technology while Kpop blared from every corner.

“I feel like we just walked into Stark Tower,” Saeran mumbled.

“Or the Batcave,” Saeyoung followed.

“They’re here!”

They looked up to see the purple-haired beauty walk toward them. She was dressed in a purple hoodie and cut-off jean shorts.

“We are seriously overdressed,” Saeyoung laughed as his cheeks pinked up.

“No, we dress like that through the lobby. You can change,” she bowed to them. “Welcome to The Gathering. It’s a bit overwhelming at first but then you just start feeling like a badass when you can just scan your card.”

“Who’s place is this?”

“Introductions in due time… I’m Song Hyejin and my twin is in a death match of wits… but her name’s Hyesun. Follow me,” she led them to a bedroom. “You should find some comfy clothes in the closet. Come out to meet us when you’re ready.”

“You didn’t even ask our names” Saeyoung turned to her.

“No, I didn’t,” she tilted her head and smiled before leaving them alone.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Saeyoung turned to his brother. “I trust no one here.”

“Of course not, they’re all hackers,” Saeran watched him. “They shouldn’t trust us, either.”

“Valid point.”

“Hackers live in the dark for a reason,” he sighed. “Everyone here has a story as bad or worse than ours.”

“The question is… do we want to know?”

“I’m just trying to survive; this was your idea.”

“Then I shall take full responsibility,” he nodded. “Let’s just have fun.”

“I can do fun.”

.

They changed into jeans and hoodies and returned to find everyone sitting around a huge round table that was loaded with foods of every kind, from street food, to fried chicken, to healthy banchan.

“Welcome,” everyone rose to their feet and bowed to them, which they returned.

“I’m Lee Taeyong. My brother Taehyun and I began this as a club of like-minded people to let loose and relax without fear of being noticed. The last thing we need is the public finding out that two technology heirs are also hackers.”

Saeyoung recognized them as sons of a technology magnate; one was basically in the same boat as Jumin, the other known for being a playboy.

“As you can see, we have a lot of awesome toys,” Taehyun pointed to the holographic gaming system. “We are the beta testers for my father’s company, and a few others. Feedback is always welcome for improvement.”

“We believe in full disclosure,” Taeyong glanced at Saeran. “We need to be able to trust and protect everyone who enters this room.”

“I appreciate that,” Saeran agreed.

“I’m Hong Myungyi…”

“And I’m Hong Yunyi…”

“And we are heiresses to a communication magnate.”

“They are responsible for the internet blackout last spring after their uncle threatened to cut them off from the family,” the other members of the table chucked.

Both brothers recognized Yunyi from a popular Korean drama as well, but said nothing as they introductions continued.

“They are our planners… and we are security,” a younger gentlemen spoke up. “Ahn Kyungwon and my brother Kyungsoo, along with Na Seokjin and Seokjun… we’re all college students who were about to go down for a grade changing scandal, but Bora helped us out,” he nodded toward Hyejin.

She smiled at him before taking a drink of her water.

“We’re a little more than college students,” Seokjun interrupted. “I’m an actor, he’s an idol. Please keep your mouths shut because we can and will…”

“Manners,” Hyesun hissed at him.

“Sorry, Noona.”

“Aish,” Hyejin shook her head. “We’re in charge of recruitment. I’m a gaming vlogger and she owns a flower shop. If just for transparency… we’re the daughters of the former president… Park Gyunhye,” she ended in a mumble.

The Choi brothers froze in shock.

“Seriously?” Saeran stared at Hyesun.

“The twin daughters that were kidnapped when we were young? That was you?” Saeyoung’s mind whirled at the information.

“Yes. It is also the reason you’re here,” Hyejin met Saeyoung’s eyes. “I’ve known about you for years, from hacking my mother’s server. Your father is filth of the highest caliber.”

“Agreed.”

“Would you care to enlighten us?” Taeyong waited.

“Oh, uh… Choi Saeyoung and Saeran, illegitimate sons of the Prime Minister and best hackers in this room,” he ended smugly.

“Has everyone in here had at least one parent try to kill them?” Myungyi looked around while holding up her hand.

“So it seems you did deserve a place at this table after all,” Kyungsoo nodded to Taehyun.

Everyone relaxed as they began to eat and speak to one another.

3

Saeyoung drove toward his house and listened to the music as Saeran stared out the window. He watched his brother for a moment before speaking. “You did really well tonight.”

“It’s not too difficult when you meet people who belong to the same tribe.”

“True,” he smiled at him. “But what did you think about the girls?”

He raised his eyebrows as he rolled his eyes around for a moment. “Sphinx is too famous for her own good. She’s going to get in trouble.”

“You’re calling them by their gamer names?”

“That’s how we’ll see them online,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“True. What about her twin, Ladybug?”

“She’s out to carve a notch in her bedpost with everyone in the group. Every. One.”

“Now that you mention it…” he tilted his head. “She was hitting pretty hard on Emo Kitsune.”

He quieted as he turned back out to the traffic.

“So she’s the one you like?”

“We have… so much in common. Their mom and our dad are probably best friends.”

“I feel like they’re the female versions of us, but… there’s something else. Purple Fox feels… dangerous.”

“I think she’s overprotective of her sister.”

“I think we have some homework to do if we end up getting accepted.”

“I doubt that will be a problem. Landmine had stars in his eyes while talking to me. We just need to convince the Lee brothers that we have no intention on leading.”

“Who needs that kind of responsibility?” he sighed. “So… you stayin’ tonight?”

“Yeah. I have no desire to go home.”

“Hey,” he turned to him. “You’re doing really well, brother. I am… very proud of you.”

He nodded silently before looking up at him. “Thanks.”

.

“The new guys are interesting,” Hyesun spoke as HyeJin drove her tiny sportscar through the streets.

“Think about it… if they’re the sons of the Prime Minister, that makes their aunt our mom’s BFF and the entire reason for her imprisonment.”

“Our mom’s imprisonment is due to her greed and poor decision-making skills.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement. “I hope they know we’d never speak to their father.”

“I don’t think there’s enough trust for that.”

“There’s only one way to build trust.”

An evil smile spread across her face as she pressed down on the accelerator.

.

“Okay… I’m logged in,” Saeyoung took a sip of his soda as he waited for his brother to log into the computer across the room from him.

“I’m in,” Saeran plopped a chip into his mouth. “What server is this?”

“It’s a cute, fluffy little server that could possibly attract the attention of tiny little foxes,” he smirked as he typed away.

“Bro, are you really Fishstick?”

“Fishstick rocks,” he spoke while typing. “But seriously, Raven? He’s as old as Methuselah.”

“And still kicks ass,” he hissed.

“Okay, so…” the screen flickered.

“That was quick,” Saeran placed his headset on and turned to begin searching hacking codes from the game.

“It. Is. On,” Saeyoung did the same.

The sky of their game began glistening with purple glitter as the brothers burst into laughter.

“Where… are… you…” Saeran searched the playing field until he found Drift, who was coincidentally a purple fox. “Hello, Bora…”

“Where there’s one, there’s…” Saeyoung hummed until he found Brite Bomber. “I found Emo.”

“But… did you really?” her voice purred over the line.

“We decided that we didn’t get to hang much tonight, so… here we are. Let’s play,” Hyejin spoke.

“Let’s,” Saeyoung agreed. “But first… purple’s not really my color,” he pressed a button and turned the sky black, full of constellations.

“Ooh. Nice,” Hyesun purred.

“Question… are you going to play with us, or kill us?” Saeran asked.

“We will assist… but you probably shouldn’t trust us,” Hyejin spoke plainly.

“Truer words were never spoken,” Saeyoung chuckled.

“Your weapons cache is so pitiful… I got chu,” she tapped away on her computer as boss-killing weapons suddenly appeared in their inventories.

“That’s hot,” Saeyoung replied with a growl.

“I spotted a group to the Northeast and they’re coming in fast,” Saeran spoke as he took the game seriously.

“I’ve already spread landmines out in that direction to buy us time,” Hyesun spoke before breaking into a hard cough.

“Oh shit, I forgot to turn my phone back on…” Hyejin whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I could just… remember…” she sighed.

“Is everything okay over there?” Saeyoung asked.

“It will be in a sec. We’re good,” Hyejin sighed.

“I have no idea where I got so much steel to fortify the bunker, but thanks,” Saeran smirked.

“You’re welcome,” Hyesun cleared her throat.

Saeran suddenly had a flashback… a memory of the exact same thing happening to him… every time he was forced to drink the elixir…

“Bro, you good?” Saeyoung waited.

He shook his head and focused on the game. “I’m fine.”

“And lookie who we have here,” Hyejin giggled as Sphinx and Ladybug popped up on the screen.

“Foxes… I take it Hacker God and Traumatic Acid are our new recruits?” Yunyi asked.

“Shall we form an alliance?” Myungyi asked sweetly.

“Mmmm… I don’t feel like sharing,” Hyejin killed her with a shot to the head as Hyesun whacked Yunyi’s head off with a rainbow axe.

“DAMN!” the Choi twins yelled out at the same time.

“Do make sure they can’t get back in,” Hyesun purred.

“Yes, dongsaeng.”

“I’m scared…” Saeran mumbled.

“Yet a little turned on…” Saeyoung hummed. “I can’t help but wonder if this is your version of flirting.”

“Oh no… you’d know if I were flirting with you,” she giggled.

“Then I shall sit back and wait.”

The night ticked on as the two sets of twins fought against oppression for the good of humanity until the wee hours of morning. Saeran hid a yawn and took a drink soda as Saeyoung smirked at him.

“I think my little bro’s gonna pass out on his keyboard.”

“Yeah, I’m ready to call it too,” Hyesan yawned.

“It was fun, ladies.”

“It was a blast,” Hyejin giggled. “I have a meeting with Kraken and Cobra tomorrow to discuss your approval. Is there anything I should be aware of before batting for your entry?”

“You seem to know everything,” Saeyoung spoke directly. “My question is… is there anything we should know about you before accepting the invitation?”

The line went silent before Hyesun spoke up.

“I believe our family matters mirror yours and might even be connected,” Saeran spoke up.

“We should meet up and discuss our connections,” Hyejin suggested. “Can you meet us at the flower shop in the morning?”

“Where might that be?”

“We’ve given you enough information, you can figure it out,” Hyesun laughed at them.

“Fine. We’ll bring the coffee,” Saeyoung agreed.

“It would be helpful to speak before they open for business. See you then,” Hyejin logged off the server as Hyesun followed.

The brothers dropped their arms and relaxed back into their seat before spinning around in their chairs to face one another.

“Is that considered a date?” Saeran asked him.

“Probably not, but I’m gonna count it.”

“I’ll count it too, then,” he smiled at him.

[bettervillains]

All the ice cream asks. 😘

Thanks friend :3 Also @isabellagrcia who asked me for all the ones I've tried Yana was extra extra so I'm just gonna answer them all here:• chocolate: when was your first kiss?I swear I get this question at least once every time I do one of these and it's still never, nope, not yet, trust me internet you'll be like the third to know when it happens. • french vanilla: how old are you?I'll be 25 in a month • cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?Iceland, Toronto, never made it to Wales or Athens when I was overseas• strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?Italian•coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?I wear a lot of Nyx (real into their lipstick) but for eyeliner it's Butter London all the way baby•mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?Indoors, unless it's cold out•cookie dough: do you play any instruments?Guitar, can fake my way through piano, clarinet • rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?I Want You, Marion Hill ; My Song 5, Haim• butter pecan: favorite songs for life?These Foolish Things, Billie Holiday ; There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Found It Yet, Panic! At the Disco• cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer you can't stand it• toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?Uhhhhh if I felt comfortable in a swimsuit either•chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?My Friends post (your fave is problematic: Life) is around 67k hits• bubblegum: books or movies?Yes• pistachio: manga or anime?Gotta say manga, tho Ghibli • salted caramel: favorite movies? The Apartment, The Sting, I know it's a cliché but I do really love Carol even though I don't rewatch a lot, recently been studying When Harry Met Sallybirthday cake: favorite books?• The Dumas fam's a safe bet, The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan, My French Whore by Gene Wilder • moose tracks: favorites for manga?Hikaru no Go actually got me to learn go so jot that down • orange sherbet: favorites for anime?Uhhhh Sword Art Online has some really fab graphics and a cool concept • peanut butter: favorite academic subject?It's Lit™ • black raspberry: do you have any pets?Nope. Always wanting a cat tho • mango: when and why did you start your blog?About six years ago and who can remember • mocha: ideal weather conditions?Tundra. Or a crisp fall afternoon • black cherry: four words that describe you?"no, I was kidding"• neapolitan: things that stress you out?L o t s. Any kind of deadline or appointment makes time feel super short, but otherwise I have no sense of the passage of time so I have to set deadlines for myself. No good middle ground. • raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?Jazz, like 40s crooners stuff • chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?Love Chokotoffs most but haven't had them in ages, otherwise love a Kit Kat. Or Mango or Apple Hi-Chew. • toffee: a card game that you're good at?BS. Finally a game where you're allowed to cheat. And I've come up with a lot of creative ways in the past to do so. • lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?I'm trying to be better about it but most conventional breakfast food is terrible for me so I might start eating goddamn quinoa for breakfast cause I like it and it's pretty neutral. • dark chocolate: turn ons?Idk I'm mostly a pretty vanilla person just with a little bit of a flavor — like a bourbon vanilla. I've realized my like fantasy type is Just a Little Bit Mean™ (even tho I Love like kind passionate people irl) which horrified me when Mary Poppins fit in that category. Also explains the v mild praise kink. V MILD. • fudge: turn offs?If the person is a terrible person??? I can't get behind it, not even for surface level attraction. • peach: how do you relax?Baths or showers. Water signs yo. Also like....... good TV, good friends, good company. • praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?Gone Girl. I meant to, but then I forgot. • superman: do you like sweaters?Ehhhh when the time is right • cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?Hot tea all day, babe• dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?Sax? Or like.... drums. Weak ankles tho. • blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?Frequently and recently • ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?Uh tags in mobile ask responses • blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?All my friends duh. Follow a few impressionist art blogs too (gotta get that Monet) • almond: favorite mean girls quote?I mean four for you glen coco is a classic • butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?Unpainted but I just got a manicure so they've got a lovely buffed shine to them • cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?Looooooooool like what are we talking about here for romance no hell no for like offenses maybe probably? • blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?I'm basically the human incarnation of Hozier's Someone New so ye• cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?Uhh I always feel gross and weird head spacy after so not often • mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?Some hot contenders but once in middle school when I hated pink I definitely replied to a girl who was trying to peeve me by telling me, "You know what you would look good in? pink" with "You know what you would look good in? Nothing" I meant she wouldn't look good in any color cause BUURRRNNN but it was a weird moment. But, for the future, a fantastic op for a pickup line• brownie batter: do you like sushi?The like..... not raw fish kind, ye, sparingly. Would rather have potstickers • key lime: where do you want to be right now?I'm in bed as the sun's rising so p much nailed it. Or like......... Scotland, maybe. Somewhere soft. • red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?Oh boy do I. Negative 4 vision in one eye, 3.75 in the other. Bad bad bad. • green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?I like Phish Food from B&J and that Gold Medal swirl from baskin Robbins I can't remember what it's called