SUCKER LOVE.

kim so hyun + cisgender female + she/her. + medical intuition┊ ❛ ━ hey, is it just me or do you hear gashina by sunmi playing in the distance ? oh, that’s just lucinda ‘cindy’ moon, a nineteen year old pre-med student. according to my sources, i heard she can be lawful good and is compassionate, but also quixotic. that’s probably why they remind everyone of leather-bound journals, polaroid pictures and pinterest boards so much ! anyway, whether or not they’re neutral towards the supers, crystalline city is keeping a close eye on them ! ( lotte, 26, gmt, she/her )

“you’re welcome.” luna replies with a wide smile, before she giggled not because english wasn’t his language but because it sounded cute the explanation she had gotten. that and it had made her day. “yes, it is ‘on the table’ but that just means it’s on me. which in other-words means free.” the blonde explained with that of a kind smile. “i like how you say it better though, and i said that because you didn’t like the first drink. so, i kind of figured you’d like this one better.”

“i’m sorry, i’m not really into sparring or anything like that. so, i’m probably the worst person to ask, but i can listen around. see if i hear anything about something like that, if you want?” luna offers, not one to judge for others preferences on things they liked to do. even if it wasn’t her cup of tea. “absolutely, i have just the thing.” out of sheer practice from mixing so many drinks, it took no time at all as she poured the drink into a cold glass after dusting the rim with some sprinkles. “it’s one of my favorites, might taste a little too sweet at first. but after a couple of sips it’ll be just perfect. it’s also on the house.”

It was easy to forget about her troubled mind when the stranger studied the cigarette and lighter so curiously. Was it cruel that she didn’t offer assistance? Maybe, but she couldn’t help it, the scene was fascinating to watch. Iris’ lips curled inwards, flattened to a harsh line to prevent giggles from erupting. They tried so valiantly, and at the third try, Iris decided she didn’t even mourn the loss of her lighter. Instead, she laughed, her hand covering her mouth to conceal the ugly snorts. “No, it w-wasn’t,” The confusion made her laugh that much harder. After a few moments, the amusement subsided. Her thumb wiped at the tears beneath her eyes. “I suppose it’s for the best. This is fate telling you no.”

Iris hesitated. It wasn’t something that she should even be indulging in, let alone this stranger. However, the gravity of the evening warranted some kind of poisonous release. They were both breathing in fumes anyway, right? “Sure,” She acquiesced, digging into the pockets of her jacket. A cigarette and a lighter procured, she held them out towards him with tentative fingers. “I do find that they help, but maybe it’s because they’re familiar to me. Comforting.”

Pollen. How had the conversation ended up there? Hoseok wasn’t sure, but then again, he was already struggling to keep up, his mind still entirely too occupied with his embarrassing fall. But a medic who needed to stop at a florist’s? It made no sense to him – not that he dared to ask. “Mi-mi-miniature f-friend?” His cheeks colored a darker shade of red again as he mentally cursed his stutter. “Uh…” The boy wasn’t sure how to respond to anything, his brain still processing whilst the stranger struggled with her phone.

“If.. it makes you fee-feel better, um… I’m… allergic to pi-pi-pineapple.”

Was it smart to tell a complete stranger about something that could kill him? Probably not, but he figured he’d be able to tell if someone tried to force feed him pieces of fruit.

“Don’t- Don’t think I’ve… insu-sulted a pi-pineapple in a past li-life.” He then dared to joke, some of the tension in his body slowly decreasing.

The girl didn’t know the person in front of her enough to determine whether the stutter was a constant thing or due to nerves toward their present situation. However, with all things like that, Mai preferred to pretend not to notice. After all, she would be helping nobody, least of all this person, by pointing it out. “Yeah, oh my god, I have the tiniest friend, her name’s Aki. She’s like ridic cute, too. Like a real-life anime heroine. Cute as she is though, she’s offensively clumsy and is constantly ruining my shit. Like my phone!” She waved her phone in front of him as though he would be able to see the liquid damage in the speakers, or something. “Man, let me just tell you...the whole klutzy girl trope is adorable until it starts affecting your belongings. I feel like I need to roll her in bubble wrap or something.”

“Pineapple?” That had caught her attention, cutting off her ramble about her friend. “What a fucking bullshit fruit anyway. It’s so freaking sour. You’re not missing out. At all. And you know what else is some BS? Pineapple on pizza. Pretty much all my friends are into it, and I just try not to gag. Literally. The shit people will put into their bodies. Nasty. Pollen and pineapple are fucking cancelled.” 

Warren had never read a comic.

He had never been one for super heroes, or villains. Which was ironic considering he was one— well, technically. But the appeal of the media never struck him. Warren had never found himself wanting to watch any of the movies that were so often trending online, despite the hype. He seemed to feel as though he had much better things to do than that shit.

Still, when the other spoke, he found his own nose scrunching and a leg crossing over the other.

“I have absolutely not a fucking shit clue who the hell a single one of those people are, and I personally am not the type to apologize to shit. So. Jot that all down, I guess.”

His eyes trained in the direction of the others gaze. His body twitched, the temptation to crush the small insect with his boot, but he refrained, a scowl pulling over his features now. “D’d ya’ name it? Hank is it? That’s a stupid ass fuckin name for a bug.”

“Comics are for nerds anyway, who don’t get the real world or something. You must be one of those”

Like Uncle Ben had said, with great power came great responsibility.

Mai had been born with great power, one that she didn’t understand as a very young child. It always drew the wrong kind of attention when she couldn’t be gentle and things often broke in her grip. Many a school desk and cellphone had fallen victim to her immense strength.

After understanding it, it didn’t take long before she arrived at the decision to only ever use her power for good and never for selfish reasons.

But, goddamn, did she want to crush this stupid, tall boy’s skull in her hands.

“You...don’t know who Stan Lee is? Stan Lee?” Then, to make matters worse, he made it clear he didn’t understand the Ant-man reference she had just made.

❝Mainstream?❞ Winter repeated aloud, picking at the chipped blue polish on the nail of her thumb. She turned her confused gaze to her sister, trying to communicate that she needed help, desperately needed help. Frost took a step forward and looked at the flyer between the girl’s hands, squinting her eyes as she quickly scanned the sea of names in front of her, but alas she equally knew no one. ❝Music wasn’t a luxury we had.❞ The small voice echoed in Winter’s mind. 

❝S-sorry,❞ Winter stuttered, speaking on behalf of the twins. ❝We aren’t really educated in the least mainstream music, which we know is called indie or was it alternative?❞ she questioned in a slight dramatic panic to which Frost chimed in. ❝My advice would be to pick the weirdest band name and be present for their set, usually the weirdest band name that rings not even a faint familiar bell in your mind is the least mainstream.❞

“Yeah, you know, like, artists all the tweenies know and therefore not cool gigs to be caught bopping to?” She inclined her head. Music had never really been her thing. It wasn’t that she didn’t like music, but it was more of something to be playing in the background as she worked. The less lyrics attached to the beat, the better. Normally, she joined her friends in listening to Spotify through discord so she wouldn’t have to really think about what she was listening to.