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9pm / summer’s end, 2016 / @xvsiwoo​

even from where she's posted up outside, there's no saving her from the commotion of a party that goes on indoors. the fanfare is justified, it's not everyday that you begin vacation with some hallmark movie type reveal of a long lost cousin/nephew/son, but it hadn’t taken very long to find out that the way of their now-joined families would never be without the dramatics. 

between brief, muffled lapses in the music, gabby’s left with the chirps of cicadas and the electric hum of the torchlights in the backyard. the night air is balmy; an inhale, and she already feels the incessant bee-buzz of her brain quiet down for the better. stokes’ orientation is slated first thing tomorrow, and to say how unprepared she feels for it all is an understatment. blindsided, maybe. any other feeling is cast out, far hidden from view. 

her time alone is brief—the creak of the screendoor has gabby turning her head. the approaching figure registers, and she lets out a breath. “heya.” she scoots away from the pool’s edge to make room. “sick of ‘em doting on you already?” 

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nothing comes remotely close to representing the quintessential college kid experience compared to this: lounging on the plush, (fake) grass in the school’s courtyard. they’ve got the cinematic parallels down pat- siwoo’s even gone through the effort to don a green plaid button-up, while derek’s in red. tacky? no doubt. then again, so are college movies.

mm, get high with a little help from my friends, warbles the quintessentially beat-up bluetooth speaker. siwoo laugh-chokes through a mouthful of turtle chips, drawing several disgusted looks from passerbys. blissfully unaware, he allows his head to sink into derek’s stomach, passing the bag overhead. nothing can deter his mood at this point, mind tuned to a pleasant buzz, (fake) grass tickling his ankles. 

“good one.” one hand absentmindedly brushes a couple of wayward crumbs off his chest. from this angle, he watches a squirrel race past and climb the big oak tree up ahead, past what seems to be a morbidly obese cat stuck in the high branches–

–huh?

“dude, are you seeing what i’m seeing?” 

it couldn't get any better than this. sun's up and he's blissed out, casually high as a kite with the slack grin to show for it. they've made a half-cross with their laid out bodies on the grass, siwoo's head a familiar weight on his person. smuggling in edibles (and etc.) to this part of the world is probably the least hero-like he's done, but now the pending consequences and cliches fly over him without so much as another dazed out blink.

“you laugh like it’s a joke but i’m serious.” derek hums, tugging the chip bag loose and shoving in a mouthful. new york’s as crazy as it gets, and he reaffirms it once again for the sixty-seven something-th time that they’ve known each other. a beat later though, and he cracks up just as hard mid-chew, and that doubles the judgement from bystanders who can’t be assed to mind their business, but really, who cares? certainly not derek, who for one thinks they’re actually cute as fuck in their matchy-matchy denim and converse.

the sound dies with a cough, his eyes lazily following where siwoo points, up up up, past the thick of the tree trunk and the gathering of branches. a breeze brushes by and he sees what quiver in its wake is a black cat with the wispiest of whiskers and tail. 

“ohmigod.” his jaw goes slack with a loud gasp. “dude...it’s so fat...” even fatter than the fattest subway rodent on 59th. “how’d it manage to get all the way up there?” 

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xvsiwoo‌:

[ kkt – gabby 🐜🤠 ] quick question [ kkt – gabby 🐜🤠 ] do u think my jokes are funny?? be honest [ kkt – gabby 🐜🤠 ] an underclassmen just told me she only laughs at them because she thinks i’m cute  [ kkt – gabby 🐜🤠 ] emoji

[ kkt – 👴🏻🕰️ ] that’s such a mom thing to do [ kkt – 👴🏻🕰️ ] i think that speaks for itself  [ kkt – 👴🏻🕰️ ] emoji 

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jinah still has a shot glass in her hand when she’s suddenly being dragged through a thick crowd of sweaty drunk (and/or high) clubgoers, which has her desperately trying not to spill anything on the sticky floor. when they’re finally outside, she realises her attempts were futile and only half a shot remains in the glass, even less when hyojin continues to drag her to the shoreline.

she drinks what’s left anyway, blissfully unaware of what was apparently at stake until she finds herself with a mouthful of sand. “what the fuck—” she splutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. it takes her a moment for everything to recalibrate and for her to realise that they just missed the last bus. “my bad.” 

still, she doesn’t bother getting up from the sand just yet.

“you know, i can probably just portal us back home.” she sits up way too quickly when that idea hits her and nearly falls back down when she attempts to stand up, the sand feeling like it’s all slipping away under her feet. “don’t worry, i’ve got it.”

dropping the shot glass, it takes every bit of concentration that jinah’s drunken self can muster at this point to generate a portal in front of them, illuminating the sand with a violet hue. directing a smug smile at hyojin, she nods towards their way back home. “you first, hot stuff.”

"mm yeah, way to state the obvious." hyojin scoffs, all too quick to follow up with a finger-flick, but her aiming's way off from jinah's pretty pretty forehead, and she's stopped short with reconsideration. well duh, makes sense doesn't it. there's no use to vertigo inducement in this predicament, not when the right amount of boozes guarantees the same spell of fawn legs and nausea. and she for one, is well over that part of the night.

so finger-flick turns into a flat palm that gives jinah a good smack on the back. “you’re so useful sometimes, you know?” she coos, before half-slumping against the pole of the bus stop to watch her do what she’s gotta do. hyojin’s grin grows in tandem with the radius of the portal that manifests out of thin air, until it’s a match for jinah’s own.

the stilleto drops right next to where the shot glass has sunk into the sand, and hyojin takes a step forward, though not before grabbing jinah by the elbow. she’s not taking any chances. “get over here, you.” 

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lazy afternoons are meant to laze. it’s in there in the name. hence why she finds herself lazing on a too-big bed, stretched out like the campus cat that occasionally takes her spot under her tree. frankly, jinah finds it a little unfair that siwan’s room is practically built for lazy afternoons with the window positioned just right for a sun basking session.

there’s little for her to say or do other than bask in the sunlight shining through the window beside them. she’s completely lost track of time and even dozed off a few times in the warmth, hardly shifting in her sprawled out position beside hyojin over the course of what feels like a few hours already.

nothing can interrupt this blissful state, until—

“hyo, why’s your knee so pointy?” 

her own voice cuts through the silence and she only moves slightly so that hyojin’s knee isn’t digging into her leg. jinah wonders if it’s payback for more or less scamming her friend into sunbathing in siwan’s room instead of going out like they both initially told her. 

she should’ve known better anyway.

she doesn't recall ever signing up for this, but maybe it was somewhere in the fine print the second they struck up this camaraderie. long story short, they're fun. only when they want to be. huge emphasis on only.

today isn't much of an exception.

being sandwiched between two snoozers isn't really the shtick of the problem, but when the kicker is the two of them being too damn tall for their own good, it leaves hyojin stuck in a tangle of gangly limbs and a blatant disregard for the personal bubble twofold. assholes.

with no other real reason but to be a pain, hyojin moves with her (though with some difficulty, with half of siwan’s weight also on top of her), knee digging right back into its sweet spot as she turns to her side. the phone in her hand is pulled up to /r/fightporn because sure, it’s braindead entertainment, but at least it’s not a total buzzkill like whatever this is. “should’ve put garden hose in the middle for a better pillow, then.” she pointedly remarks, without an ounce of sympathy. “sucks for you.” giving jinah another well-deserved nudge, her voice takes on the edge of a whine. “we’ve been here for hours already, the fuck.” 

sink into the floor.

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11pm / off-campus / @xvjinah 

being several tequila shots and then some (more) into her saturday night has kang hyojin feeling like a real winner, even if she's long lost her sense for time, coordination, and her left miu miu shoe. with about as much grace as a bull in a china shop, she plows through the throng of clubgoers and stumbles outside, one hand gripped around jinah’s arm and the other holding up the her remaining right shoe by the strap. 

“ugh—c’mon you,” she grunts, heaving the other girl’s weight forward. almost there. but it’s far from almost. it’s 11:00:59 and the shoreline stop feels like it’s three hundred feet away instead of three, and no matter how quickly she attempts to trip-run, each ripple of sand feels like a whole sahara under her bare feet, and the bus doors have already promptly closed shut. 

“fuck.” hyojin tries again, but to no avail. the vehicle revs up and in a blinding blast that nearly knocks both of them off into the ground, it’s gone. just like that. 

she drops jinah into the sand with a loud groan. 

“good going dumbass, we missed it.” 

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lowkey waiting to head back home is gabby! profile and powers are here, but if you’d like a really (and i mean really) brief tldr some plots they’re down below! 

okay sure being able to shrink and grow isn’t exactly basic as a standalone but when your family has powers that go *hinata shoyo voice* ¡BAAAM! then wOOSh and whAam then ¡KABOOM! it’s not...really...all that

but she’s an intellect at heart so she has that to make her unique at the very least, so whatever identity crisis she had at age 12 was extremely shortlived 

when your family’s full of cliche adrenaline jockies though they don’t understand the appeal of going to mit so that’s why she’s here. at stokes! not being on the hero track is the least of the mild fuck you’s she’s capable of

sweet, not hard to get along with, willing to help if you ask but not a pushover. will give you blistering (constructive) criticism with a smile 

takes whatever online classes that she can so it’s not a power party up in hurr and meddles with tech in her free time 

kevin g

plots, ideas, one-liners

crew of tech nerds...i would like to see it 

you were the reason she almost died sleep deprived and ant-sized the one time

she tutors you but you like to be a pest on purpose to see how long it’ll take til her monk like patience cracks

“which one do you want” “i hate having to choose so all of them” 

friends, family (cousins!), exes, the whole nine yards

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ready for shit to hit the fan is hyojin! profile and powers are all here, but if you’d like a really (and i mean really) brief tldr and some plots they’re down below!

rich asshole with nice hair and 20/20 vision really peak privilege talking here you guys 

has a low tolerance for everything meek/unassuming/passive/slow...in combination with her always prioritizing that she has fun over people’s wellbeing at their expense, it pretty much speaks for itself 

(semi) redeeming (?) qualities: self aware, will insult-pep talk you out of a shitty mood, generous under the guise of it being mock charity, will admit when something is actually pretty fucking cool no tsun shit here

took a year off last year for family business things, and if anything it’s only solidified that banking is boring and she’d rather just do the villain thing full time 

rosa/marlene energy 

plots, ideas, one-liners

she was your childhood bully back in the day and the worst part is probably the fact that she can’t be bothered to remember who you are

a roommate that’s pretty much chaotic in how chill they are (capped to a year four villain) 

kind of want a sick six ride or die type of crew honestly

“you’re a villain? lmaooo”

the typical friends, enemies, exes connections, the works 

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swinging through is my boy derek! profile and powers are all here, but if you’d like a really (and i mean really) brief tldr and some plots they’re down below! 

if you wanna know what giving the loud, obnoxious smart alec in your class the chance to be the next friendly neighborhood spiderman is like...he’s ya guy

somehow this radioactive spider is still around? and it bit him. so that’s why he’s here 3 years later trying to be a hero

doing this because he thinks it’s cool not because he’s got a knack for justice...which is why all the other 223242343 Legit SpiderPeople will probably hate him if they don’t hate him already

redeeming qualities: will never say no. great wingman. has a nice butt. 

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you killed a spider once in front of his very own eyes and he’s branded you a cold blooded murderer ever since 

to the one (1) person who has an inexplicable puppy crush on him: you good? 

the dumb to his dumber...his bromeo 

you’re a textbook introvert and his energy just Stresses You Out

his tba work bae (re: archnemsis), voluntary or not (note: villain capped) 

the usual friends, enemies, ex/flings stuff 

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hello! i’m eve and because i’m lazy as hell i decided to go the multimuse route so there’ll be a couple of intros coming your way in just a bit! please feel free to message me if you’re interested in plotting or simply hit like on those posts and i’ll roll into your dm’s first! 

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