#MINORS GET A PIECE OF CANDY INSTEAD

[hmsdoodlin]

HEART SWEEP!!!!!!!

woaugh I fforgot about tthis anyways I llike chaos and cacophony WE'RE DOING THIS AGAIN. btw here's the old post if ur curious.

me bbeing gooffy under ccut

@zundamind I sscrolled ddown ffar tto ffind this. yyou don't get to forget this.

ALSO YES THATS MY OLD USER AND PFP, THAT'S ME.

[storusangel]

STUDY SESSIONS

a/n: ohhhh my god, i finally finished this. it's been half finished for months but i did it!! hope you guys enjoy!

cw: fem!reader, dom!satosugu, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), slight petplay (like if you squint really hard), fingering, manhandling, double vag pen., biting, squirting, creampie, oral f!receiving, overstim, aftercare, MINORS DNI

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satoru and suguru are the stars of your university.

they have it all — the looks, the grades, the girls (and guys). and in your shared BIO 141 class, better known as your human anatomy and physiology class, they’re known for being top of the class, never having failed an exam. you, however, have been falling behind in that said class. 

but it truly isn’t your fault. you can’t help that the two men sit at a perfect angle for you to gawk and stare at them for the entirety of class. yeah, it’s not your fault at all! in fact, it’s your stupid professor’s fault for placing the two pieces of eye candy directly in your line of view!

it’s tuesday again and your professor is rambling on about the limbic system or something of the sort. you don’t really comprehend what he’s saying because it seems the two pieces of eye candy have gotten matching tattoos. a dark betta fish on suguru’s right bicep and a lighter one on satoru’s left. 

you can’t help but let your mind wander to how those arms would look holding you up as they’re pounding into you. dirty words being whispered into your ear as you try your best to keep up with them. “such a good slut for u-“

your name being called out by your professor yanks you out of your trance. you blink twice, ripping your eyes of the two boys but not before they could catch you staring at them. 

“i asked you a question.”

“s-sorry professor” you wince at how silly you sound stuttering after being caught daydreaming in class.

your professor just sighs and instead of repeating his question, he tells you to stay after class to meet with him. you can feel the eyes of your classmates boring into you, the immature snickers make you want to go back to your dorm and stay there forever.

or better yet, go to satoru and suguru’s shared apartment and let them fuck the embarrassment away.

you shake your head in an attempt to refocus your attention. before you can tune in to what your professor has to say, you see satoru and suguru steal a quick glance at you and whisper to each other. 

“gojo and geto, i’d like you two after class as well”  

once more, the class erupts into whispering to their nearest friend before the professor regains their attention once and for all. you also stop your mind from wandering too far into your daydreams about what could happen after class and return your attention back to the professor who was clearly irritated. 

in an effort to save yourself from embarrassment, you head down to see your professor as soon as class ends to end the conversation before the two boys can tune in. 

“i assume you understand why i wanted to see you?” his voice is sharp, an underlying tone of dissatisfaction.

“yes sir, i know my grade in your class need some work but i will do my best to bring it up” 

his reply is quick. “i know you will because gojo and geto will be tutoring you.”

you truly don’t know how to feel. getting the chance to be around your crushes is both amazing and horrible. thinking about how they definitely know you’ve been staring at them every class makes you feel nauseous. thinking about being perceived isn’t your favorite thing, but thinking about how they’ll be around you, teaching you the course that you’ve completely missed out on due to your very vivid daydreams. 

“wait, what?” god, satoru’s voice sounded much sexier when it was right behind you. 

“you heard me. both of you will be helping her understand her classwork until the end of the semester.” and your professor's voice sounded much scarier when it was in right front of you. “i’ll know if you two have truly put enough effort in when i see her grade on our next exam.”

you’re too ashamed to make eye contact with the two boys, a wave of embarrassment flooding your face knowing that your two crushes now know your biggest academic insecurity. the room is silent until suguru speaks up, “okay, we’ll need your number though” yeah, suguru’s voice was just as sexy as satoru’s. 

you hear your name being called. you finally make eye contact. “sorry, what?” your voice is meek, smaller than you remember it to be. satoru laughs, “your number, sweetheart. so we can set a date for our sessions. you know, the tutoring ones?” satoru calling you sweetheart makes you want to implode, he has to know what he does to you. what they do to you. 

“oh, here” you leave as soon as you give them your number. suguru’s “we’ll text about planning later” giving you the greenlight to get the hell out of there before you somehow manage to embarrass yourself even further.

-

xxx-xxx-xxxx added you and xxx-xxx-xxxx into a chat

unknown: you free this weekend?

you: who is this???

unknown: aw man :( all that staring in class and you can’t even remember who we are, we’re hurt baby

- 

you stare at the message. okay. so you know who it is. and you also know that they know your grades are horrible because you’ve spent almost every class openly drooling over them. no big deal. it’s not like your sessions will be in a private area.

-

unknown: satoru and i talked, we think it’ll be best to tutor you at our place since there’ll be less distractions there.

-

okay then. you’ll just have to work on your nerves before this weekend. you have time. right now you’ll be using that time to try and get over the fact that satoru called you baby.

the next few days pass by a little too slow for your liking but soon you’re getting ready for your date with the two boys. wait, tutoring session with the two boys. you couldn’t help but dress up a little, adding a matching set underneath your skirt and blouse.

-

satoru: i’m outside, come out whenever you’re ready

you: coming out now! which car is yours?

satoru: you’ll know it when you see it ;)

-

you head out slightly confused but when you see a white corvette flashing its blinkers at you, you understand what satoru meant. before you reach his car, satoru gets out to open the door for you. the small giggle you let out doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

a wave of confidence runs through your veins as you tell him he’s “quite the gentlemen” when he buckles your seatbelt for you before sitting in the driver's seat himself. his response is a quick wink and then you two are off to their apartment. you try not to stare too hard at him throughout the ride but you can’t help but let yourself indulge in a few glances that lasted longer than they should’ve.

soon enough you two have reached the apartment and satoru parks the car. this time you don’t hide your staring. his effortless moves have you squeezing your thighs together. why is this turning you on??? you have got to be ovulating. 

satoru calls out your name. “you ready?” you blink. “o-oh, yeah i’m ready.” he grins and unbuckles you before sliding out the car to open your door. their apartment is cleaner than you expected, and also way larger than you expected it to be. “you finally back satoru?” you turn around to see suguru in sweatpants and stark contrast to satoru’s shorts. “hi, thanks again for tutoring me” you say. they both let out a soft chuckle and suguru returns the greeting.

they show you to a room that you truly didn’t expect for them to have in their place. there’s a shelf stacked with different books and another bigger one beside it with their trophies. there are two desks but one of them is currently situated with three chairs. you’re deep in thought about how you would love to be bent over the desks as the two boys make you take them over and over and over again.

this time it’s suguru calling your name to draw you out of your daydream. “you can take a seat on the middle chair. do you have anything in specific that you need help understanding?” oh right, you came here to be tutored. “um, everything? well not like everything but maybe the latest subject? i haven’t had the time to actually go over the notes i took.” 

a lie, you didn’t take any notes. your notebook is filled with small doodles and occasionally a sentence from a slide the professor left on the screen for too long. you place your hands in your lap when the two boys take a seat on either side of you. “no need to be nervous, sweetheart. we’re here to help you.” satoru has got to know that him and his stupidly attractive voice aren’t helping you and you want to turn to suguru for help but he’s just as bad. “he’s right, pretty girl. you’ve got to relax, you won’t be able to remember anything when you’re shaking like that.”

to make it even worse, they each place a hand on your bare thighs. satoru rubs his soft fingers up and down while suguru squeezes your thigh gently before using a thumb to make circular motions in a single spot. you can feel your body heating up and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs together because it would make your want need for them way too obvious and quite frankly, you’re still embarrassed they caught you staring.

satoru makes eye contact with suguru, a silent communication between the two of them. he gives your thigh a gentle pat before he starts to speak. “do you work better with rewards, baby?” you turn to look at him. you aren’t sure what he means exactly and you’re feeling a little overstimulated by all the touching, the pet names, and their attention in general. you’re by no means a virgin, though you aren’t too far from it, but for some reason they make you so nervous you can’t think straight. 

suguru says your name in a voice that sounds like it’s reserved for scolding puppies but right now it just turns you on even more than you are. “answer satoru, he’s not big on being ignored” apparently you don’t turn your head fast enough because satoru’s hand moves from your thigh to grasp your face gently, but not too gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “he’s right, baby. i don’t want to be rough with you just yet. i’m gonna ask again and i expect an answer. would you like us to give you rewards?” despite his words being slightly threatening, you bite your lip to hold back a whine. you squeak out a “yes please” and return to suppressing your whines because suguru still has moved his hand further up your skirt, his fingers grazing dangerously close to your soaked slit. 

“good girl. now let's get started” satoru removes his hand from your jaw but suguru only moves his hand back down to your lower thigh, giving you one more squeeze. the tutoring session goes something like this; suguru and satoru take turns explaining different topics covered during your last class. once they’re done, satoru quizzes you. everytime you answer correctly, suguru moves his hand up and satoru praises you. but every time you fail to answer a question correctly or fast enough, suguru slips his hand away and satoru reminds you that “only smart girls get rewards”. 

this method seems to work because you’re starting to answer correctly more often until you’re only answering correctly and suguru’s fingers are grazing your panties. “oh, she’s soaked, satoru. i think this sweet thing deserves a bigger reward. she’s been listening so well” a small whimper leaves your lips and you turn your head to satoru, your eyes begging for something more than some light touches accompanied by a few praises. 

to prove his point even further you really do start to beg. “please satoru, i need it so bad. ‘ve been so good, please” you can tell it works because he immediately coos at you. “d’awh, i think she deserves a reward too, suguru. we should give it to her” and with that satoru leans in, pressing his lips into yours. his soft, pillowy lips against yours make you almost forget suguru’s hands are on your panties.

almost. 

suguru pulls your panties to the side, raking his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting your slick. he traces them downwards before bringing them back up to circle around your clit once, twice, three times and then he repeats the process. once he’s deemed his fingers wet enough, he slips one in pumping and curling wasting no time before adding in a second one. 

kissing down your neck, satoru rips your blouse open and pushes your bra down. lithe fingers trace around your nipple making you arch into satoru. you let out a breathy moan into satoru’s mouth, followed by more whines when suguru adds a third finger and starts to scissor them to stretch you out. you can feel satoru smirk against your lips when you start to struggle to kiss back. 

satoru removes his mouth from you, drinking in the sight of you. the sweet, shy girl in their class who couldn’t help but keep her eyes off of the two boys. the same girl who struggled to keep eye contact and who was barely vocal when they were present is now writhing in their chair. your back arching into satoru, a silent plea for him to keep touching you. and your hips grinding on suguru’s fingers, begging him to keep going. 

and most importantly, your voice has finally found itself to be heard. your pleas of “can’t, ‘s too much” and “wan’ more, please don’t stop, please” echo throughout the room. satoru takes two of his own fingers and pats them on your lips, a signal for you to open your mouth. you comply, wishing they would keep praising you. as if he can hear your thoughts, satoru mutters a “atta girl” when he slips his fingers into your mouth. 

he lets them hit the back of your throat a few times and when you gag, he pulls them back. not entirely, but just enough so that you’re still drooling on them but aren’t entirely gagging. he moves his fingers in a scissoring motion for some time and then he pulls them out. before you can even think about missing his fingers in your mouth, he moves them down to your clit, rubbing calculated circles. 

suguru moves his fingers faster, curling them upwards till they hit your sweet spot repeatedly. “i think our sweet girls about to cum, satoru” suguru breaks the silence between him and satoru. “i think so too” you can’t tell if it’s the way they’re talking about you as if you weren’t there but you cum the second the two speak, your body shaking as they help you ride it out. suguru shallowly pumping his fingers in while satoru slows his circles on your clit. suguru leans in to give you a kiss, his lips doing most of the work as your body recovers from your mindblowing orgasm. 

you yelp into suguru’s mouth when satoru pats your clit a little too hard. you want to say something but he taps your clit one more time before watching more slick dribble out of your cunt and onto the chair. suguru is the first to speak. his lips trail towards your ear leaving soft kisses in each place he covers. “you did so well for us, sweetheart. how’re you feeling?” as he speaks, satoru wipes the tears from your eyes and rubs comforting circles on your cheek.

your heart throbs at the attention. you understand what suguru is asking; are you still up for more? or are you done for the time being? you bite your lip before you speak.

“m-more, please. want more. want both of you. please.” satoru places a gentle kiss on your lips. “you’re so good for us, baby. a perfect listener. you think you can take us both? you think your tight little hole can fit both of us?” you moan out loud at his words.

“i don’t know, satoru. she might not be able to handle us.” suguru’s teasing you and you know it, but you don’t care. the thought of them leaving you so wet and needy for them may have your cunt clenching on nothing but you think you might die if you don’t feel them stretching you out.

“nonono, please. please don’t. need it so bad. need you two so bad. wan’ your cocks in me, now. don’t care if it hurts” you think you might’ve broken them because now it’s them who can’t wait till you're done speaking. 

suguru stands up, dragging you up with him before he rips your panties off in one go. satoru, now standing behind you, is pushing your skirt as far up as it can go before pulling his dick out of his pants. suguru following his lead. 

they each keep one hand on a hip, keeping you upright. you feel satoru slip his dick between your folds from behind you, coating himself in your slick before pushing the tip into you. “oh, fuck. satoru, you’re so big” you hear suguru groan from in front of you. he’s using the same hand he fingered you with to stroke himself, waiting for you to adjust to satoru. 

satoru slowly pushes all the way in, stopping every inch or so when you let out a whine of discomfort. “breathe, baby. breathe” satoru may think he’s helping but his velvety voice in your ear is only turning you on more. your pussy doing anything but loosening up. after some time, you slowly grind your hips back onto him, letting him know you’re ready for him to move.

he starts with shallow thrusts and soon he’s going all the way back out before slamming his hips forward. your body shakes in their arms. you’re sure if they let go, you’d fall onto the floor. satoru’s pace doesn’t stay that way forever, though. you cry out a “s’toru, mo-move please” when you feel him slow his thrusts until he comes to a complete stop. 

“shhh, baby. suguru needs to feel you too, doesn’t he?” your eyes widen. you recall your words from earlier, you still want them more than anything but a feeling of uncertainty hits you. as if they can feel your unease, satoru nuzzles his nose into your neck while suguru rubs comforting circles into your hip. suguru gives you a kiss, wet and open mouthed. “you’ve been so good for us, yeah? we’ll take care of you” suguru whispers in your ear. his voice makes you clench harder around satoru.

you know satoru felt it because his mouth hasn’t left your neck and you can feel a grin spreading on his face. “we’ll go slow for you, sweetheart. you don’t need to do anything but be good for us. you can do that, right baby?” they wait for your response. though they’re both aching to be inside of you, they want to make sure you feel the same.

the room is silent when you speak. “p-please, wanna’ be your good girl” and they’re off. satoru stays still inside of you, instead moving one arm to wrap around your waist and his other hand to spread your pussy for suguru. “you gotta relax, sweet girl. there’s no way suguru’s gonna fit when you’re clenching down on me like that” suguru chuckles at the other man's words before he starts to squeeze his way in. satoru moves the fingers that were spreading you open to your clit, rubbing circles as suguru continues to push himself inside of you. 

your whines only get louder when they’re both finally inside of you. suguru is the first to speak. “you look so pretty like this. all stretched out on our dicks. i think we should keep her satoru.” satoru hums in agreement. “i think we should too. it’d be so nice to come home to her waiting so patiently for us to fuck her, take care of her” he lowers his voice adding a “and to love her” before you can process his words, satoru pulls all the way out and all the way back in. you let out a borderline pornographic moan and you feel them both twitch at the sound. 

“p-please move” you sniffle. and move they do. when suguru pulls out, satoru pushes in. and when satoru pulls out, suguru pushes in. the room filled with your whines and cries of “‘s too much”, “can’t take it”, and “wan’ more”. they do their best to give you everything you need. satoru uses a hand coated with your slick to make you face him so he can smash his lips against yours. 

he’s rough with his kiss. shoving his tongue down your throat, making you suck on it and pulling it out just so he can nibble on your lips. suguru, on the other hand, has made himself busy with your neck. he leaves bite marks wherever he can, kissing the same area he bit softly as if he was soothing the pain. “ha-harder”

satoru breaks the kiss with a groan. “our girl is so greedy, suguru. should we give her what she wants? i’m not sure i heard a please” suguru, still busy with your neck, grunts softly in feigned disappointment. “i thought we had trained her better than that. maybe we shouldn’t give it to her” you shake your head at their words “no! n-no please. i’m sor-ry, i’ll be good. don’ stop, please”

this seems to satisfy them because they listen. and they listen well. they not only move harder, but somehow deeper too. suguru has one of your legs lifted in the air while satoru keeps you steady at your waist. your moans get louder and louder, a warning that you’re getting close. you know satoru and suguru are aware but you know better than to cum without asking. 

“c-can i? please ‘ve been so good, wanna cum s-so bad” you’re practically sobbing and they can feel themselves throbbing around you. satoru kisses your cheek and says something along the lines of “you can cum, baby” but you aren’t listening because suguru bit that spot on your neck and satoru hit that spot in your cunt and you’re seeing stars when you squirt on them. 

they only get in a few more thrusts before they fill you up with their cum. “holy shit” satoru chuckles “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby” you whine out in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face in your hands but you feel too tired to do anything.  

you whimper when suguru pulls out, followed by satoru. the feeling of being empty being foreign after being stuffed so full. suguru carefully places your leg down, making sure satoru is still holding you up. you’re not sure what he has planned because he has that stupid grin on his face that he and satoru share when they’re about to do something devious. 

when around forty seconds have passed and the only thing that’s happened is satoru leaving wet kisses along your back, you think you’re in the clear but your legs being moved. each one gently placed on the shoulder of a very handsome suguru who is currently on his knees between your legs. you want to protest, tell them you’re still recovering from the last orgasm but suguru presses a kiss to your clit. 

the constant stimulation has your clit protruding out, begging for attention, so how could he not kiss it some more? the sounds from between your legs are no less than obscene. suguru is groaning into your cunt. he kisses, sucks, bites, and you would be a fucking liar to say that it doesn’t feel as good as it hurts. “you have the sweetest pussy, pretty” he moans out between kisses “tastes so good”

satoru thinks he’s going to go insane. he would much rather be between your legs but he knows there’ll be more chances for him to do so in the future. for now, he’ll focus on pressing those kisses you seem to love on your back and neck while using one hand to show each of your tits equal amounts of attention. and also whispering dirty words into your ear that only shove you closer and closer to the edge you’ve been teetering on. 

“does suguru’s tongue feel good, baby? you like being used by us? you wanna come all over his face like a good girl?” you do. you want to be nothing but the best for them. you wish they would never stop praising you. “y-yes, fuck, wanna be your good girl. wan’ to cum so bad, please can i?” you know nothing of pride, you only know suguru and satoru are making you feel so good that you can barely remember your own name.

it’s only when suguru says your name in that rough voice of his before telling you to come that you remember. you cum hard on his face, his mouth never stopping but only slowing down and moving to place gentle kisses on your clit. “you did so well for us, sweetheart” satoru moves his hands up and down your sides to sooth your trembling body. when suguru leaves to grab a washcloth to clean you up, satoru is still whispering comforting praises into your ear. he backs up to sit himself in a chair and tugs you into his lap. “shhh, it’s okay, baby. i got you”

suguru returns with a wet washcloth. “can you open up for me, pretty? jus’ gonna clean you, nothing else” satoru knows your body is capable of moving just yet so he takes your whine as the okay for him to spread you open for his friend. once suguru’s done, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

suguru dresses you in one of his oversized shirts before satoru takes you to his bed. they let you sleep while they clean themselves up before joining you in bed as well. you wake up later that night to two sleeping boys and an ache between your legs. they each are touching you in their own ways, suguru nuzzled into your neck and satoru’s hand wrapped possessively around your waist. you find yourself drifting back into sleep and the next time you wake up, there’s a note on the bedside table.

“we stepped out for a bit but we’ll be back soon with breakfast, baby ;)” 

-

tuesday comes by again once more and this time you’re the only one staying behind. the past three days have been spent “studying” at suguru and satoru’s place and you’re finally ready to hear about your test results from your professor. when he returns your paper, you know there’s only one thing to do.

you text the two boys a picture of your grade on your exam making sure the big 98% written on top of a “nice work!” is clearly shown.

-you: i think i deserve a reward

©storusangel. any and all forms of modifications, reposts, and translation of my work are prohibited.

[kxsagi]

pro football player!bllk with girlfailure gf 🙏

“𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝”

a/n: reader is me i fear because i had apple maps on and turned left when siri said turn right (i ain’t ever living that down)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

"i’m not saying you're a disaster, love, but i just saw the smoke coming from the toaster and knew you tried to make soup again." 

yoichi is genuinely concerned for your wellbeing on a daily basis. he’s in the peak of his athletic prime – eating clean, training consistently, and optimizing performance… and then there’s you, googling “can i eat expired pudding if i microwave it?” 

he keeps track of your life with the dedication of a world cup coach. daily alarms set for you. calendar events for you. a literal google doc titled "how to not die this week – for my girlfriend." 

“yoichi, i accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of my vitamin again. at 2pm.” “... okay, stay on the phone while i cancel your dentist appointment and put you in bed.” 

when you showed up to one of his games wearing a shirt with his face on it, backwards, he didn’t even blink. he just fixed it for you mid-tunnel entrance like he was adjusting his jersey. 

he tells reporters, “she keeps me grounded.” what he means is you walked into a glass wall yesterday trying to wave at a squirrel. 

itoshi rin

"you’ve burned water. explain to me how that’s even physically possible." 

rin is the definition of organized. you? you just poured orange juice into your cereal because you were “half-awake and the cartons looked the same.” 

he constantly looks like he’s asking god why he’s being tested. but despite the judgmental sighs and eternal frown, he never lets anyone else talk down to you. 

“i couldn’t figure out how to put gas in the car so i called triple A and cried.” “... i’m going to show you how to do it. we’re going right now. bring your notebook.” 

he sets emergency funds aside just for your monthly “life mistake.” like the time you bought a fake designer purse that turned out to be a lunchbox. 

but he remembers everything. your favorite candy. how you like your grilled cheese (burnt, apparently). which socks help when you’re overwhelmed. 

once you got lost in IKEA and called rin in a panic. he tracked you down like joe goldberg.  

itoshi sae

"i make millions a year and my girlfriend just got stuck in a revolving door." 

sae is rich, classy, and elegant. you once mistook a bidet for a drinking fountain. opposites, baby. 

he acts all nonchalant and "ugh," but he's always silently picking up the pieces after you’ve caused another minor catastrophe. 

“i thought the microwave was the oven and now the plastic is part of my dinner.” “okay. i’m ordering sushi. don’t eat it. i mean it.” 

he’s weirdly patient with you. will roast you endlessly, but also brush your hair out of your face while saying “idiot” in the gentlest voice ever. 

once, you tripped walking up the stadium stairs and spilled a nacho tray onto a stranger. he didn’t even blink. just pulled out his black card and paid for all the ruined food. 

“do i like her because she’s cute? no. it’s the comedy. i never know what she’ll break next.” 

nagi seishiro

"wait… you were supposed to go to work today? oh no." 

you both forgot what day it was and slept through a meeting. your lives are one long nap and an accidental door dash order. 

nagi genuinely doesn’t care about your failures. he just kind of blinks and goes “eh, sounds annoying. let’s lie down.” 

“sei, i think i broke the vacuum.” “cool. guess we don’t clean now.” 

you once forgot to bring your passport to the airport. he forgot his shoes. you were that couple. the airline staff pitied you. 

he lets you stack your chaos on top of his. gets a little spark in his eyes when you mess something up. “you’re funny,” he says as you spill water on your laptop. 

surprisingly supportive. doesn’t fix things, but he’ll cuddle you while you cry about them. 

“i ruined the job interview.” “eh. next one. let’s get ice cream.” 

mikage reo

"my baby can’t do taxes or read maps, but she’s hot so it’s fine." 

he’s so ridiculously rich and competent, and you’re just trying to remember your email password from middle school. 

constantly watching you with an amused expression like “wow. she’s really out here giving it her best. adorable.” like you said “i think i wanna become an astronaut” and he started looking up NASA internships. 

“reo, i tried to meal prep and now there’s rice in the ceiling fan.” “that’s talent. you want a private chef?” 

he buys you a new phone every time you drop one in the toilet. it’s happened four times. 

he sends you voice notes like “baby, remember to eat today” and you reply “does chocolate count?” and he’s like “only if you eat six.” 

will absolutely drop $30k on something to make your life easier and then call it a “just because you’re a princess” gift. 

kaiser michael

"schatz, why are you crying?" "i tried to braid my hair and now there’s a comb stuck in the wall." 

kaiser is such a showoff. pro athlete, media darling, good with money, sharp as hell. you? you tried to fix the wi-fi by blowing on it like a nintendo cartridge. 

he lives for your mess. he thinks it’s hilarious. he’ll walk into a room you destroyed and be like “wow. modern art. you’ve outdone yourself.” 

“kaiser, i accidentally sent my manager a meme instead of my availability.” “did they laugh? no? then resend with context.” 

he’ll bully you for your mistakes but then drop everything to help you anyway. “you’re lucky i like you. and that you look hot when confused.” 

secretly addicted to you needing him. will pout if you fix something yourself. 

“you didn’t call me when your sink broke?” “i googled it.” “what the hell. i was emotionally prepared to be your hero.” 

shidou ryusei

"guess what i just did!" "lit something on fire?" "how did you know!?" 

you two are absolute chaos. you keep failing at life and he cheers you on like it’s a sport. 

“i just sent an angry email to the wrong person.” “HELL YEAH BABY. make it worse! want me to reply with a meme?” 

he loves how you panic over small things while he eggs you on. “i lost my shoe!” “go barefoot! embrace the primal life!” 

he brings out your most unhinged side and encourages your impulsive decisions. “should i dye my hair pink?” “only if you let me do it with kitchen bleach.” 

somehow, when you’re both together, things work?? the disasters cancel out??? or at least no one’s bored. 

“she’s dumb, and she’s mine. and if anyone says anything else i’ll headbutt them into next week.” 

aiku oliver

"you’re not a failure. you just have a very… creative approach to life. and gravity." 

he’s the charming, cocky pretty boy captain and you once fell down an escalator because you were texting. 

he calls you “baby” in that teasing voice every time you mess something up. “baby… you really locked yourself out again?” “yes…” “adorable. hold on, let me come save your helpless little ass.” 

literally spoils you rotten to compensate for your chaos. you messed up your entire skincare routine and he booked you a five-star spa appointment. 

jokes that you’re his "clumsy little gremlin" and kisses your forehead after you bump into a pole. 

also weirdly proud of your fails. tells his teammates about them like fun facts. “my girl once put dish soap in the laundry machine. we had bubbles for hours." 

he likes that you need him. not in a weird possessive way, just in the fun way. 

“she keeps life spicy. also, she accidentally started a fire once by microwaving foil.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ! ❞

　you are just their type — moments they realise they either got a crush on your or random moments with you and it gets into his head !

featuring. surebrec rudo , nijiku zanka , enjin !

content. 3.2k wc , up to 1.0k words per drabble / oneshot , fluff , slight crack , spoiler free , safe for minors , he fell first and harder (rudo and enjin) , one-sided enemies to lovers (zanka).

author’s note. really had fun with this and also struggles — considering I haven’t read any stories or oneshots and it’s hard for me to characterise them with only the manga </3

SUREBREC RUDO , that girl in the bakery who’s overly sweet like candy.

　"THIS is be my favourite mission of all time..." the boy murmured under his breath.

Standing tall in front of the little bakery, he gaped at the beautiful sight. It was perfect. This was the first time, Rudo got assigned to buy some sweets for team Akuta.

Not the most exciting »mission« but this was from now on Rudo's favourite task. Despite doing it for the first time. "Look at his face..!" Riyo tried her best to muffle her laughter.

"I am—" and Enjin didn't even hold back, not even trying to hide his amusement as he bursted into a fit of laughter. "Have fun and don't take too long."

"Yes!" Rudo exclaimed, posture stiff all of a sudden. "I... I will now enter the... bakery?"

"Give us a call when you're done." Enjin breathed out and put his hands into the pocket, already making his way out with Riyo. "Let's check out the other stores."

Even though they've already visited all the other stores of the town — after all, they were regulars here. Buying here sweets from the same person, it was almost their daily task.

Definitely daily after Rudo came into the picture, obsessing over the small treats in large portions. And because he's the reason why they don't have anything anymore, he might be as well the same guy who buys it.

His large red eyes stay glued to the door, his scrawny and thin figure not even moving an inch. And then after a good few minutes, he finally dares to raise his hands into the air, reaching out for the handle.

Rudo gulped nervously. Unblinking eyes staring at the handle now. Is he shaking? God, he is helpless. No one can help him anymore. But he pushed the doubt aside for the sake of the sweets.

Why was he so nervous? He just has to buy some food. Sweets in small yet fine bakery. That's not, nothing more and nothing less. From now on, he will do it almost daily so it's not a big thing.

I can do it.

Finally, he dared to continue and opened the door. A small bell rang as soon as he entered the bakery, couldn't help but flinch in surprise. A scent of fresh baked pastry hit his nose.

Oh. It smelled heavenly.

"Welcome, En—" she halted mid sentence and gazed at the dumbfounded boy. "Oh, I'm sorry... I assumed you'd be Enjin because he stood in front of the door."

"Enjin..?" he repeated, still frozen on spot while the door closed behind him.

"What can I get for you?" her lips curled into a warm smile.

He blinked. What did she ask? Now he realised. Quickly, he scrambled around and searched for the list he had with him, given by Enjin. "I uh... Errm... W-Well..." he muttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

Oh no! Where was his list?

"Mmh come closer." she ushered him, signing to stand in front of the counter.

"O-Oh..." he stiffly made his way to the counter, list already forgotten.

"First of all, calm down." she chuckled and tried to help him — to focus instead of panic. To keep a cool head. "And then resume back to searching the list."

"Ah..." he trailed off, slowly coming back to his senses through her simple instructions.

His hands find themselves in his bag again, grabbing out a piece of paper and then handing her it. Easy, quick, simple. She smiled at him once more and accepted the list.

"Ah, so you are part of Enjin's team." she noted quickly as soon as she saw the listed things. "You must be new?"

"Y-Yeah!" he didn't hesitate to agree.

"This is the order. I already grabbed the usual after seeing Enjin but he didn't enter so I wondered why." she grabbed a bag from underneath the counter, "yet it seems like you're here to pick up the order today. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to... meet you." Rudo blinked at her words and watched how she was sliding the bag towards him.

"I'm [name]." she introduced herself as he placed a bag of coins on the counter.

"I'm... Rudo. Err nice to meet you too." he repeated himself, making her chuckle.

"Here." she slid some coins from the bag back to him.

"Uh I think Enjin said the amount was right..." he said in a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

"Yes, it is. But since you're from the cleaners, you always get ten percent off plus another ten percent because you're new." she explained, leaving out the part where she'd always argue with Enjin.

Enjin, who would never take up her offer and always gives her the right amount, versus her, who always offers the cleaners minus ten percent because of their help to keep the town in contact.

"R-Really?" he hesitated.

"Of course." she beamed and ended it with a final, "don't tell Enjin this, alright? Keep the money and buy yourself nice."

"Ahh." he gaped, hand hovering above the coins as he contemplated if he should actually accept it. He placed his gloved hands over them and slid it back to her. "No need..! You should buy yourself something nice."

She blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" she questioned, and as an answer he could only nod. "Alright..." she trailed off before she accepted it. "Have a good day, Rudo."

"T-Thanks..." he stuttered.

One thing — the way his name rolled off her tongue, so easily and so familiar. It felt strange. In a good way. It made his stomach feel so fuzzy and warm, warm like his cheeks. She talked with him as if they were old friends.

"Goodbye, I hope we will see each other again." she send him the sweetest smile he's ever seen.

"B-Bye..." his cheeks reddened even more, immediately taking the bag and stiffly walking out of the bakery.

This was too much for his heart.

"Greet the others for me!"

"...I will!" he replied firmly this time and escaped the hot bakery. It was hot as hell.

Actually it wasn't hot. Rudo's face was just heating up.

But he really likes you.

NIJIKU ZANKA , that girl in his team who worries too much — because of him.

　"I'M telling you..! He totally hates me and I can prove that." you cried out in sadness and sorrow.

"Oh yeah?" Enjin hummed, not even minding to listen to you as he popped another sweet treat into his mouth. "Doesn't seem like it though."

"What are you saying?" you deadpanned and heaved out a sigh.

With him you mean Nijiku fricking Zanka, fanboy number one when it was about Enjin. You are sure of it, that guy totally hates your guts — no he hates you with the bottom of his heart.

You can recall that one time when you were training with Rudo while also teaching him new things about the ground, bringing him more into the new environment he was in.

"Hah..." Rudo panted out in tiredness as he backed away from your attack.

"Don't get distracted so easily just because I'm telling more things about the ground." you warned and shook your head in disapproval, "if I were to fight seriously as an enemy, you probably would've been long gone."

"Sorry! It won't happen again..!" he apologised stiffly, suddenly feeling bad.

"Are you feeling guilty?" you sweat dropped and send him a comforting smile. "Sorry for being so harsh. Don't mind apologising."

"But I'm wasting your time..." he frowned as he continued, "you're teaching me two things at the same time and I'm still not adapting... Don't you have other things to do?"

"Rudo, you worry too much." you chuckled, "learning things takes time. You can't expect to adapt so quickly and actually, you're doing real good. Just forget about my schedule."

Semiu is killing you later anyway.

"Still—"

"Yer hidin' here, huh?" another voice joined, making your heads turn. "Stealin' my apprentice now, aren't we?"

"Good to see you, Zanka." you offered him the best smile you could offer, "I didn't mean to steal him. You were so busy and Rudo was eager to learn something new."

"Y-Yeah..! It isn't [name]'s fault." Rudo chimed in.

"Well, I'm free now. Let's get going. I can teach ya." he stared at the two of you with unnerving eyes.

"Sorry." you apologised briefly. "I didn't—"

"No need to apologise." he cut you off. "Rudo is just wastin' yer time."

You finished telling the story and sulked in a corner, continuing to sip your milk tea. "And then he took Rudo with him, leaving me behind." you sighed out for the nth time this day.

"Really?" Enjin question in disinterest.

"Are you even listening?" you glared at the male and leaned against your palm. "The other time, while we were sparring... He just left as soon as he defeated me! He ran away, Enjin! I wanted to congratulate him even..!"

Right. You remember it like it was yesterday.

The sound of various weapons clashing echoed on the field as you narrowed your eyes, holding onto your needle-like weapons before rushing towards your sparring partner.

Zanka was quick to analyse your movements and blocked your attack with his love stick, using force to push you back. You changed the grip around the handle, about to stab him from upwards.

Yet he was able to dodge and kick the side of you as a reflex.

It hurt as hell. You could feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs despite getting hit by the side, stumbling to the side. "Ack..!" you breathed out and held your side.

"Ah." he froze on spot and stared at you.

"That really hurt... You are too good." you huffed out with a last effort smile, "it was a good match—"

He brushed past you, quickly walking away and leaving you behind on the field again — without another word and another sound. Not even minding your praise as he already disappeared.

"Uh was that guy for real?" you covered your face with your hands and peeked through your fingers. "You asshole didn't even listen."

"Clearly." now he did, no shame or guilt in his voice. He did not listen to a word you said.

"Asshole." you clicked your tongue and threw a macaroon at his face — which he easily caught with his mouth.

"Thanf fer feeding me." his voice was muffled.

"I cannot deal with you." you cried and stood up, making your way out of the room. "I will never listen to your rambles again!"

Mind you, Enjin does not care right now.

"Seriously..! I already miss Rudo and Riyo and Eishia and Semiu!" you huffed and crossed the hallway.

"[name]." you froze again, immediately stopping at the voice as you stumbled slightly.

"Zanka." you replied stiffly and met his eyes dumbfounded. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission with Rudo and Riyo?"

"Finished early. It was easier than expected." he explained briefly, eyes trailing down.

"That's good for you." you beamed in joy.

"Uh thanks..."

Now it was awkward.

"Errr well then... I have to go now! See you." you excused yourself and immediately ran away, no longer wanting to spend your time with someone who hated your guts.

"Okay. Bye." he watched how the air turned into dust.

And as soon as you weren't there anymore? Zanka's hand formed into a fist, which he raised into the air — cheeks heating up and a proud expression on his face.

This conversation was a total success! You two exchanged more words than usual the last days. Perhaps he will never admit it, though he does have the biggest crush on you.

First of all, you are very diligent when it was about your job as a cleaner. Working hard and getting recognised by the whole team for your diligence. And you even are able to help everyone despite a busy schedule.

Second of all, you are the cutest. Always giving him the sweetest smiles and always lighting up whenever he talked with you. And when you were beaming right now? You must be the sun itself.

Third of all, you are the only sane one next to Riyo, Rudo— the list goes on and on. He believes you are the only one with a sane mind.

Zanka will not let Rudo occupy your precious time and he absolutely felt bad when he hurt you during sparring. He should never ever dare to spare with you again or else he'll hurt you again.

"Wow, you look like a total fanboy." Riyo spoke up, catching how Zanka stood there in all his glory with his fist pumped into the air and a proud expression set on his face.

Perhaps he should return to his room again.

ENJIN , that woman who’s cheeky yet not in a childish way — rather cute.

　"RIGHT..." you trailed off while gazing at the game you lost.

"Feels nice to win again you." he admitted with a satisfied chuckle, leaning back into the seat.

"Oh really? What makes it so nice?" you questioned, curiosity simmering in your eyes.

Your hands were swift to collect all the cards again, now beginning to shuffle them new again to continue the various games. "Simple, you always win. Got a keen eye for lies and all, huh?"

"I feel honoured." you chuckled at his praise and handed out the cards again.

Playing poker with you was fun despite losing all the time. He always got to see you so focused, making out the lies hidden behind his useless facade. Spending time with you in general was fun.

Honestly speaking, he would love to spend the rest of his life with you. He will never forget the quiet excitement and joy whenever he sees you, talk with you or play with you.

You make his most boring days fun. That's what he absolutely loves about you. Yellow eyes staring at your figure, following every movement and taking in every detail of you.

"Enjin, it's your turn." it was a soft push into reality out of his thoughts.

"Really? Sorry." he apologised with the usual grin.

"I noticed you've been getting distracted lately." you noted and placed the cards on top of the table again, "let's take a break. I mean, we've been playing for two hours already."

He doesn't mind. He would play even more hours with you if you'd like to. Despite his busy schedule — he doesn't even follow that schedule anyway. Never has, never will.

"But you want to play." he followed your actions slowly.

"I did. Yet we played for long. A break won't hurt." a chuckle left your lips as you got to stretch your tired limps.

"Alright." he agreed without another complaint and leaned back again, hands instinctively reaching out for a cigarette and lighter.

"Do you think Rudo will feel comfortable here?" you worried slightly and grabbed a snack, a stick covered in chocolate.

"Perhaps not now, but sooner or later he will get used to the new environment. I'm sure he'll feel better in the future, with the cleaners. With us." he assured you, lips parting to place the cigarette between them, "Don't worry—"

"Woops." you let out as you interrupted him, the sweet treat already in his mouth instead of the cigarette. "Sorry."

"I know damn well you ain't sorry." he blinked, a little dumbfounded. "You're pretty slick, aren't you?"

"Because I worry about your health too. Smoking isn't the best, you know? I would rather have you get cavities instead of not-working lungs mid thirties." your lips curled into a smile.

"You worry too much." the male chuckled and dropped the things again, accepting the defeat and embracing your demand with open arms.

"Maybe I worry too little." a sigh escaped your lips as you grasped the cigarette between your fingers.

The blond-haired man tilted his head and hummed under his breath, smirk everlasting on those lips of his. "Nah, let's meet in the middle. You worry the right amount." he bite off the tip of the stick.

"How about another round?" you questioned, eyes staying glued to the cards.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Let's play blackjack." you began to shuffle the cards again, this time handing out two cards each, one of them open for the other player to see. "If I win, you'll stop smoking for a month."

"Oh? Now we're playing with prices?" he took a glimpse of his hidden card, not glancing at you yet. "What if I win?"

"That's for you to decide." you smiled as soon as you saw your other card. "Are you drawing another one or are you fine with your pair?"

"Hit." he drew another card and clicked his tongue.

"I think... I will do the same. Hit."

"What if I want..." you. he sealed his lips, contemplating if he should continue, "nevermind. Let me think about it after the game."

"Mysterious, aren't we?" you blinked slowly and watched how he drew another card. "I'm fine with my current hand."

"Ah really? Hit." he drew another card, taking a short look. "Busted."

"Really?" your eyes had a joyful gleam in them as you threw your cards to the table, open for him to see. "I won the bet!"

"Congrats." he grinned at your delight and slid the lighter towards you, paired with a pack of cigarettes. "Here is your reward."

"Yay." you didn't waste another second to pocket them, questioning curiously, "What did you want as a reward?"

"That's a secret."

"Come on..!" you sulked lightly, the curiosity getting the best of you.

"Mmh, you really wanna know?" he teased you even more.

"I do." you collected all cards again, "you want money? Or maybe more snacks? Or... Uh erm, I don't know."

"A..." kiss he trailed off and then proceeded to cover his face with one hand. "Nevermind."

"Huh!? You were about to tell me..!" you groaned and glared at him fiercely. "I will find out anyway."

"One day? Perhaps." he murmured and breathed out.

"Don't be shy. I won't tell anyone else." you whispered, "you can trust me—"

"[name]!" your attention turned to the red-haired girl, who stood at the entrance to the room.

"Riyo, what's wrong?" you leaned back to your seat, cushion softening the force back.

"Can you brush my hair?" she rubbed her eyes.

"Of course." you lifted yourself from the couch and made your way to the young girl, "why aren't you asleep yet? It's too late for you."

"Erm it's also late for you..."

"No, I'm an adult and allowed to. You are still a kid." you pat her head and turned back to Enjin, a smile painting your face. "I think I'll also go to sleep soon. Good night and sleep well, Enjin."

"Good night..." he didn't meet your gaze, head directed up and his gaze on the ceiling.

"And you will also go to sleep after I brushed your hair, yes?"

"Fine."

"It's yes ma'am... Humour me a but, Riyo."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A chuckle left his lips as the voices faded into the background the further away you two got — now making your way to Riyo's room. Aren't you a sweet one? You should know.

That he tries his best to hold himself back.

© 2025 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

[l1vingd3adg1rl-05]

The night he came… home

Og! Michael Myers x Fem! reader.

Nsfw warning, minors DNI

Oct 31, 1978

Tonight is Halloween night. About two hours ago, you finished passing out candy to the neighborhood kids. A big thunderstorm swept Haddonfield, making most retreat indoors. You’re now lying back on your couch. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre plays on your small TV set. Screams from the movie fill the quiet living room as you unwrap and eat the remaining candy. Your eyes stay locked on the screen, too engrossed in the film playing before you to hear the back door ever so slowly opening.

You're snapped right out of the movie when you hear a loud crash, head whipping around to see what exactly happened, except the kitchen is pitch black, all the lights are off in your house, and the only light is emitted from the small TV screen. Your anxious mind blames it on the cat; they've knocked over various items plenty of times before. Thunder booms ominously from outside, rattling the old house. You grip your mug of cocoa tightly.

A long, drawn-out sigh slips from your lips as you stretch, bones quietly cracking after release. After pausing the movie, you walk over to the kitchen., You can't see anything, and shivers crawl up your spine as you stare into the void. Curtains are closed, and not even the streetlamps' light filters in. “Kitty Kitty Kitty,” you call out softly for your cat, the silence after feels like it stretches on for eternity, the only sound heard is the rain and thunder. You reach over, hands hovering over the light switch.

A harsh, resounding boom of bright white lightning cracks through the air, penetrating the lace curtains and lighting up the room for only a brief moment, but it's enough time to show you what is in your kitchen. A large man stands tall in the center of the room, his figure dark compared to everything else. He wears a white latex mask and mechanic coveralls. You let out a loud yelp of surprise, dropping your ceramic mug onto the tile, pieces of it flying everywhere.

You're quick to move, turning on your heel and running out quickly. You slip on the living room rug as you run, but are quick to rise back up as the adrenaline in your veins pumps through your body. Barely seen in the dark room, your cat is lying on the ground. You grab them, keeping them close to your chest as you now run to the door. Hope fills your body as you can now get away from the creep because you acted fast.

Your throat is grabbed, your body halted, and thrown against the wall. The cat hisses and jumps out of your arms, quickly padding down the hall and shooting up the stairs. You cough and sputter as he keeps your body still, tilting his head and studying you. From the TV screen, you can ever so faintly see his face, except it's not his, a whit, emotionless mask in its place, the eyes black, hollow pits. Your hands reach up to scratch and claw, desperately trying to get out of his hold, only for him to tighten his grasp.

Black harsh dots fill your vision as you soon start to slip away from consciousness. With a last-ditch effort, you reach the end table, picking it and smashing it against his head. He barely makes a sound as it shatters, a muffled groan slips through his lips, and his breathing gets heavier. He stumbles back, blocking the door to your freedom, so instead, while he's momentarily distracted, you bolt up the stairs. You cough, trying to suck air back in to your lungs.

You're at the top of the stairs, but he quickly follows behind. His recovery was quick, but his strides up the stairway are quicker. You run to your bedroom, slamming the door shut hands shakily attempting to lock the door. Everything goes quiet, your eyes locked onto the doorway, thunder rattles the foundation of your house. He hasn't tried to enter. A long sigh passes through your lips, and you move to the end table, picking up the rotary phone and dialing 911.

It’s dead silent, no off-hook tone, nothing. You dial again, and again, and again. Still, there is nothing. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Dread fills you as you come to realize that it won't work; the raging storm must have caused a power outage, you were just watching a movie, and it must have gone off when you were getting chased. A resounding crack comes from the door, your head whips around, and you see the wood of the door splintered.

You flinch when he does it again, this time his hand breaches through, wood shatters, and falls against the carpet, a fist-sized hole in the doorway. His hands reach for the metal handle, unlocking the door. Panic falls over you once again, you have no weapon, no defense against this dangerous man who's entered your home. His hand retreats, time falls to a stop, and movement happens; you wait anxiously for him to continue forcibly coming into your room.

It’s barely noticeable, he door slowly opens, you can't see anything, the storm slows, the sudden bolts of lightning that had allowed you to see briefly have vanished, leaving you in a pit of darkness that seems to envelope your very being, swallowing you whole. You can't see anything as you back away, gasping as your back hits the cold sheetrock wall. You can't see him, you can only strain your ears as you listen, listening as the door creaks on the rusty hinges as it opens, your entire mind feels like it stops when his breathing can be heard.

You start to scream when he roughly grabs you, this time shoving you face-first into the bed. You try to flail your arms back and hit him, but his calloused hands catch hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head and your other hand on the back of your neck. Desperately, you try to kick at his legs, he pushes his pelvis against your lower half to stop you from hurting him more, your backside pushing and rubbing against his front.

Almost instantly, the force keeping your hands locked lessens, his grip on your neck loosening. Hope fills you. Taking this as a chance, you push back against him to attempt to break free once more, except this time his hand shoots towards your hip, gripping it tightly, and under the latex mask, a moan is released from his lips. His breathing deepens, grip tightening once more, his hips mimicking the movement from before.

Embarrassment fills your body, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize what he's doing, his hips experimentally roll, pushing his pelvis against your ass before doing it once again, harder this time. He audibly sucks in his breath, letting out quiet moans as he rubs himself on you. His inexperience shows, hips sloppily thrusting and twitching, his rapidly quickening pace, and his unashamed moans that fill the empty room. Shame fills you next as heat fills your core, your lace panties soon begin to dampen.

Maybe if you let him continue his lustful ministrations, he will spare your life. You don't make any moves to object as he grabs your hips with both hands, moving your body with his as he sets a hard, punishing pace. His cock throbs angrily, the rough fabric creating a delicious friction each roll of his hips, his head lolls to the side as he quickly starts to reach his peak. Reluctantly, you begin to enjoy the bolts of pleasure that crackle through your body like the very lightning outside. You decide to help him, putting a hand against his stomach.

He huffs loudly, clearly not pleased that you're trying to stop him. A nightlight turns on at the power outlet on the other side of the room, illuminating his latex features. The power is finally back on, but there isn't much you can do now. There is no stopping his lust fueled actions. You continue, pulling down your shorts, your underwear quickly follows. His head tilts to the side as he watches curiously. He's eager to do the same and quickly pulls his zipper down, pushing off his boots carelessly, then shrugging off the mechanics' overalls. The mask stays on, he makes no move to remove it.

Your gaze lowers and your eyes are met with his large cock, you’re not surprised to see that he’s commando under his clothes, but surprised at the fact of his dick so huge. He’s thick, his cock bobbing down from its weight of itself, but what shocks you is his length. You can't make an exact estimate, but you can see he's around seven inches, prominent veins pulse along his shaft like a heartbeat, with a deep pink tip. He grabs and hoists you up, his grip like steel as he tosses your body on the bed like a rag doll, and he follows quickly after.

He hovers over you, bracing himself on his forearms as he studies your face, looking at how you try to hide the fact that you're enjoying it. He scooches closer, his meaty cock now pressed against your stomach. He reaches down and holds it in his hand, unaware of what he needs to do. You take it upon your self to guide him, anf with an eager touch you guide his cock against your entrance. Slicking his cock up against your pussy, you lube him up so you can easily take him. You know that it will be a challenge taking his cock.

He gets impatient, swatting your hand away and thrusting against your pussy. Humping through your folds, his tip nudges against your engorged clit each pump of his hips. He lets out a breathy whimper, head resting against your chest. He finally manages to catch against your entrance, the tip sliding in. He's panting, body wracked with pleasure as he uncontrollably shakes against you. You can't help but join him in letting out drawn-out moans when he pushes in deeper. He’s barely two inches in your pussy and he already needs to stop to breathe. His chest rising and falling rapidly each shaky breath he sucks in. His body is so unused to this feeling, never once has he felt something so pleasurable in his life, and he's like putty in your hands.

His body glistens with sweat, rubbing against your front as he pushes down on you. The air feels hot and heavy as he pants like a mutt in your ear, hes as eager as one. The mask is a hindrance to him in this moment, the white latex rubbing against his sweat-slicked face, the air damp and humid in the mask. Annoyed, he tugs and rips the mask off to breathe, sweat beads down his forehead and drips off his nose. you gasp at his handsome features. Your hands reach up and latch onto his short brown tresses, the umber colored curls soft in your hands. His eyes clamp tightly shut as he pushes another inch in. his adam apple bobs in his throat, breath hitching and heart pounding in his chest, pushing in deeper and deeper.

Your pained whimpers do nothing to deter him from pushing in all the way, his cock parting your gummy walls that seem to clamp on to him like a vice, your pussy gushing around his cock, slick dribbling down his penis and into the thatch of curly dark pubes. Sharp teeth clamp down on the crook of your neck, he tries desperately to keep his moans quiet. Soon his dick is speared all the way in your pussy, the muscle clinging tightly to his cock in a way that punches the air straight out of his and your lungs.

He braces himself up on his forearms, positioning himself so that he can hump in to you. Your pussy clings tightly on his cock as he starts to take it out, massaging and rubbing against his tip like a lovers embrace. “Please” you beg, he’s unsure of what you mean, but eager to do what you say in this moment. Before his cock can fully slip out hes pushing it back in, his hips jerk and twitch, his inexperience shows in the way he sloppily uses your pussy like a cocksleave.

After he gets used to the first couple of thrusts in your pussy, he’s like a wild beast. No longer taking his time, he pumps himself deep each thrust, battering against your cervix rapidly. “Sl..Slow down!” You whimper out, your poor cunt wasn’t prepped enough for the way he’s practically abusing it. His teeth that had been sunken into your neck release from it, strings of saliva and blood connecting his mouth to the bite mark. The feeling of his meaty cock pummeling your gooey walls. Saliva drips from his mouth and on to your tits that bounce from the way he fucks you.

His nose nudges against yours, your eyes open, wondering what he’s doing, you watch as he licks and nibbles against your face. You can barely tell what he’s doing through the haze of pleasure and the feeling of his giant dick. His tongue, slick and wet with globs of saliva lick all over your tits, your neck, and your mouth. His mouth on yours in a primal kiss of raw unbridled passion. Teeth clash against yours, his moans and whimpers like low vibrations against your skin. Your hands trail down the soft skin of his back, fingers running along his spine. Shaking as you try to find purchase on him, trying to keep ahold of him and your mental as you get fucked into rapture beyond your comprehension.

Your release is approached rapidly, building up in your core and in the pit of your stomach. You can’t help but cling desperately on to him. the way he fucks you like a damn wild animal, dick jamming in to your pussy over and over, it has you seeing stars. You babble incoherently, your pussy over sensitive from your first orgasam, and yet he keeps going until he will inevitably cum. He fucks you like he owns you, and maybe after this he does. “Oh fuck!” Light trails of white cream slick his cock even more, making his thrusts into your slippery pussy even easier. Your eyes clamp shut once more, nails scraping down his bare back. The pleasure is white-hot and searing and it ripples through your body. Your nails have left red welts along his back, leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders as they dig into his skin. It doesn’t deter him, in fact it sounds as if he gets pleasure from the pain. Low whiny moans and whimpers escape from his throat. His hands move and paw at each dip and curve of your body, trying to anchor himself, to gain some control back, but your pussy has him whipped.

It’s not much longer before his hips and jerk sporadically, his body shivering from the pleasure that builds from his cock, deep into the base of his spine and shoots through every nerve of his body. He can’t keep himself up anymore, body collapsed on yours. His eyes, once blank, controlled with no ounce of emotion breaking through, look deep into yours, glossy with tears he won’t let fall, brows raised as he looks down at you with pleasure written all over his face. He shudders as he shoves his dick as deep as it can go, tip nudging against your sweet spot. Your eyes widen, hand on his chest to push him back but it’s too late. “Wait-“

You gasp when you feel hot, thick cum filling the deepest depths of your wet cunt, teeth gritting together at the pressure of his load fills you up. Rope after rope, it’s unending, like he’s been keeping it in all his life and everything is coming crashing down on him, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises long after this moment. His body tremors and shakes from the weight of his first orgasam, the room smells of the heady scent of sex, your sweaty bodies rub against another. After what feels like forever you both come down, breathing back to normal. Your eyelids slowly start to close, after getting fucked so thoroughly, you can’t stay awake any longer, the same goes for him.

His head lays on your chest, the beast within him stated. Through half lidded eyes you look down at the man before you, his breathing has slowed, his hands which once were on your hips now wrapped around your torso. You’ve awakened something inside him that he can never forget. As you both start to sleep, you realize allowing him to fuck you might have saved your life and many more. The boogeyman’s plan to kill tonight halted, instead he’s now balls deep in your pussy, cock plugging and keeping his spend in your deepest depths. Unknowingly your pussy had saved the lives of many tonight. You are undoubtedly his.

[archangeldyke-all]

something short and fluffy about making lunches for sevika

enjoy gays! love, angel :)

men and minors dni

i like to think she moves you into her apartment pretty early on in the relationship. (uhaul lesbian sevika the loml)

she doesn't work normal hours, usually coming home in the early hours of the morning and leaving in the late afternoon, so when you get up every morning (after about half an hour of convincing sevika to let you leave the bed) you have your mornings to yourself.

the two of you don't have time to cook that often, but you make sure to keep the cupboards and fridge stocked with snacks and deli meats for easy eats.

about a week into living with sev, you start tucking snack packs and granola bars into her cloak's pockets and satchel before you leave for work.

one night she mentions it casually, thanking you with a gentle kiss to your head for the chips you had hidden in her bag. you decided to step it up a notch after that.

it starts with paper bag lunches. peanut butter sandwiches and a piece of fruit, wrapped in wax paper and signed with a heart from you.

when you have time in the mornings, you write her a little note, something quick and simple. 'love u baby,' or 'u + me = <3.' it gives you a laugh to imagine sevika finding the notes while shes at work, getting flustered in front of silco or ran, trying to crumble up the note before they can see it.

but a few weeks later you're in her office waiting for her to finish some paperwork, and you see the little notes you've been packing her taped up behind her desk in a neat little row. (you crawl under her desk to give her some sloppy head after this particular discovery.)

after this you decide to take your lunches to the next level. you carve out a good 20 minutes in your morning routine to dedicate to her lunches.

you start baking. nothing serious, just quick treats you can pop in the oven in the morning. cookies, brownies, muffins. you always pack her two, in case she decides to share-- but you doubt she shares.

you start cutting her sandwiches into hearts like a lovesick fool.

your notes get a little longer. quick lists of the things you'd like to do to her once she gets home, sometimes innocent, sometimes not. little love letters, haikus, doodles of the two of you holding hands.

you buy increasingly ridiculous snacks at the store for her, chips with wild flavors, crackers in the shapes of various animals, bright candies and air puffed vegetable sticks. you switch out the napkins and old receipts you'd been writing her notes on out for some heart shaped sticky notes.

eventually you bite the bullet and buy her an actual lunch tin. you try to find something subtle, something that matches her vibe, but the closest you can find is a purple tin with black polka dots decorating it. she scoffs at the sight of it, but takes it with her to work every day and brings it home each night, empty besides a few crumbs.

the intimidating image of her stomping down the street with her usual scowl is somewhat obscured with the addition of the little lunch pail swinging along in her grip, but not enough for anyone to say anything to her.

you ask her one night if it embarrasses her-- tell her you can go back to using the paper bags. she pouts.

"fuck no. i like my lunch box. you got it for me." she says simply.

sometimes, instead of a note you'll snap a dirty polaroid and throw it in her pail. your cleavage, your ass, a shot of the matching set you're wearing under your work uniform. each time you do, sevika comes home with a dark look in her eye and fucks you for hours on end.

"you're such a fuckin' tease. had to work five more hours knowing you were at home wearing these. nearly quit so i could come home and get my hands on you sooner."

when she's having a particularly rough week, you'll roll her a hefty joint and pack it alongside some extra snacks for munchies. these nights, she comes home and drags you to the couch to cuddle for hours. she burrows under your shirt, breathing in the scent of your skin and mumbling about her day as you rub her back.

one day you come home from work to see the purple lunch pail still sitting on the counter. it breaks your heart to think of sevika going without her food and note, so you scoop it up and march down to the last drop to hand deliver it to her.

at this point, the bouncers recognize you, they move aside to let you in with a nod. you navigate through the rowdy crowd looking for your girlfriend. eventually you spot her in a heated conversation with a few of silco's goons, pinching the bridge of her nose and snarling. the man beside her flinches every time she moves. you smile.

you let her finish her little lecture before approaching her. the second her eyes meet yours, her face melts. the tension in her shoulders falls, the stress in her face disappears into a soft little smile. when her eyes catch the lunch box in your hands, her eyes go big and round.

she scoops you up into her arms, clinging onto you, burying her face into your neck. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she mumbles. you giggle, kissing her hair.

she drags you to her office, forcing you to sit on her lap, alternating feeding herself and you bites of the food you packed her.

"you make a good housewife." she mumbles around a mouthful of food. you laugh.

"gotta be a wife for that." you snort, elbowing her. you expect the usual laugh and smack on your ass you get when teasing sevika about marriage, but instead you're met with silence. you look up at her.

"would you wanna be?" she asks, so soft and quiet you would've missed it if you weren't looking at her. you blink.

"sevika." she looks at you, her eyes sparkling. "you are not about to propose to me in your office." you command. a guilty little smile creeps up her lips. you raise your eyebrows.

"no, i guess i'm not." she says. you giggle, nervous and giddy.

"no, you're not." you confirm. she pouts. "'cause if you want me to say yes, you at least gotta get me some flowers. and you gotta do it somewhere you haven't disemboweled someone before."

"doesn't leave very many options open for me." she grumbles. you laugh.

"you'll figure it out." you say. "or you'll just have to wait 'til i propose to you." you tease.

"fine." she huffs, shoving the remainder of her sandwich in her mouth. "just as long as you keep making me lunches."

[ranpazz]

𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗉𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✦ 𝖲𝖥𝖶!𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

Boyfriend!Ranpo is the type of boyfriend who will definitely whine, pout, and throw a tantrum if you don't give him what he wants.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who will take any chance to use the fact he's the world's greatest detective, or that he completed a case so you can praise him. (plz praise him he deserves it)

Boyfriend!Ranpo will not hesitate to kiss the sugar on your lips after you eat something sweet. It's not his fault they taste so sweet! "C'mon, one more kiss? Pleaseeee?"

Boyfriend!Ranpo definitely needs to be reminded to eat regular food. The last time he had a proper meal is literally unknown. Although he'll pout and complain how he doesn't need real food because he's the greatest detective, but with enough persuasion – and a promise of candy and a kiss later – he'll eat whatever you made/brought him.

Boyfriend!Ranpo is the type to randomly hop on your back or into your arms and demand to be carried. He's like the Disney princesses who get picked up and spun around. If you refuse, be prepared for an entire day of whiney and pouty Ranpo.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who refuses to go to sleep without a goodnight kiss. Poor baby can't sleep without it. "I can't sleep without your kiss. Just one. That's all I want."

Boyfriend!Ranpo who's the living embodiment of a koala. He definitely clings to you no matter the situation. Oh you're working on a case? He's in your lap. You want to take a nap? He's on top of you with his arms around you, and he's not letting go. You're baking something? He's already behind you with his arms around your waist waiting to lick the spoon.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who can read you like a damn book. Don't think you can get away feeling some type of way around him – he will figure it out.

Boyfriend!Ranpo pinches your cheeks to get your attention. If you're zoning out, he'll poke you or pinch your nose.

Boyfriend!Ranpo despises when you come back from a mission injured. At first, he'll claim that if it were him, they never would've touch him. But once he realizes that he could've lost you, he clings to you more than before.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who, even though doesn't share his candy, will leave a piece for you when you're about to leave for a mission. It's his good luck charm to you.

Boyfriend!Ranpo loves making you ask for something even though he knows exactly what you want. This man is just as much of a tease as Dazai, if not more.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who will not hesitate to search up the entire encyclopedia and concrete facts when you somehow manage to prove him wrong.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who holds your hand on the train so he doesn't get lost – he says it's for your sake but we all know better –

Boyfriend!Ranpo who will point out every minor detail in a horror movie. He definitely complain how the mc does the dumbest things. "How does she trip? There's nothing to trip on-" "If that were me, I'd survive easily."

Boyfriend!Ranpo will rant to you about his cases, or even how the police should've called for him instead of trying to work it out themselves.

Boyfriend!Ranpo who's definitely a sucker for your touch. He'll do anything to have your fingers gently raking across his scalp.

[saltyyuuri]

How valorant agents would react to:

'' you shouldn't have eaten that- ''

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Brimstone: '' what do you mean I shouldn't have eaten that-what exactly did I eat?? ''

astra: '' why fam? Was it weed infused? Chale- I've had those before. ''

He was soon to discover exactly why he shouldn't have eaten that. That being edibles. Seeing Brimstone high off his ass was definitely one hell of a thing to make your evening so much better.

That was not. It was expired, that's why. Instead of expecting to be high she ended up in the bathroom for a majority of the night- to which you have to bring her anti-nausea medicine.

Breach: '' hah. Survival of the fittest. ''

Chamber: ''and why exactly shouldn't I have, chérie? ''

You quoted him multiple times when he was sick like a dog after eating undercooked chicken. The irony was just amazing.

Clove: '' Meh, it'll either kill me or make me stoned. don't spoil it''

That food item he ate contains something he was allergic to. It was not a fun trip to medbay.

Cypher: '' oh dear. What did I eat? ''

It didn't neither other than make them rather sick. With their lactose intolerance, eating that entire chocolate pudding was definitely not their best move. And of course you didn't find the medication in time.

Deadlock: '' Meh, as long as it wasn't poisonous.''

Edibles. And the stuff he says when he's high? You were both questioning his sanity and also getting a good laugh out of it. And despite being intoxicated he still somehow wins the chess game.

Fade: '' please tell me those were edibles. Please. ''

It wasn't, she didn't necessarily feel great though as it was expired food. But with a couple of anti-nausea pills, she got through it pretty good. You did however properly label containers afterwards if you were going to toss them out before she tried eating them.

Gekko: '' ... Was that expired? ''

And she was happy to learn it was- passing the next couple of hours watching a movie while laughing carelessly, her cat nightmare curled up on her lap and somehow sleeping through all the laughing fits.

Harbor: '' Are you seriously telling me what I can and can't eat?''

You just immediately go get the anti-nausea medicine and hand it to him. He took it pretty fast so he didn't really get any effects, just some mild heartburn in a small stomach ache. You spent the afternoon cuddling with him and rubbing his back.

Iso: ''Well, that explains why it tasted off.''

And you just watched without interfering, watching as the nausea slowly crept up on him. Despite trying to keep face, he eventually had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

Jett: '' tasted a but weird but it was still edible!''

He barely batted an eye when the high hit; rather relaxed and just chilling on the couch casually. However you also discovered the hard way he tended to be a little more... In need when high.

Kay-o: '' I do realize now that the voltage was too high.''

You didn't have the heart to tell her that what she ate was in fact a piece of wax-it was supposed to be a wax melt in the shape of a candy. That she ate. And just thought it was weird tasting candy. You did not question it further.

Killjoy: '' Oh no... Don't tell me I'll be sick- ''

He didn't really eat per se but rather when he got plugged in, he messed up the settings for his charger and accidentally overcharged himself.

Neon: '' WHY!? WHAT DID I EAT?''

You felt pretty bad and immediately brought her medication so it could at least help her through the worst of it. She also only had a belly ache and minor heartburn. But overall it went pretty smoothly for what it could have been.

Omen: '' I'll be fine. ''

It was one of those gummies you can buy that have a lot of caffeine in them. Like roughly 200 mg of caffeine in that one bite. She was hyperactive the entire afternoon and you just took cover and hid somewhere she wouldn't go. It was like watching a squirrel on crack.

Phoenix: '' Ayeee Guess we be high tonight!''

Even though he ate something expired he showed no signs of being nauseated. You figured it was probably because of his body-since it was nowhere near human at this point it probably processed stuff differently.

Reyna: '' and why shouldn't I have eaten that?''

He didn't give more than two craps about it, just enjoying the high of the edibles without a care in the world.

Raze: '' HELL YEAH EDI!!!''

You just silently brought her anti-nausea medication. At first she scoffed but about an hour later she was quick to take it, looking pretty sick.

Sova: '' I've eaten expired food before. I'll be fine. ''

The girl was just hyperactive that she got to go on a bit of a buzz, hell she was about to go get even more to be high as a kite. You literally had to take them away from her.

You mostly questioned why he would willingly eat expired food-then again remembering he was a hunter. It was probably out of survival honestly; but you worried a bit nevertheless because why would he purposely do that when there was more than enough good food around. You scolded him slightly and told him not to eat any more expired food.

Sage: '' Oh well. It's not the end of the world. ''

When she started to feel a bit nauseated she just healed herself a couple of times to make things pass smoothly as if nothing happened. You didn't like how she was going to just use her power to get through, but after all if it kept her comfortable you weren't going to stop her.

Skye: '' Ah god dammit.''

Tejo: '' was it at least the good stuff?''

She locked herself in her room pretty much right before the edibles hit, and when you came in about an hour later she was laying on the couch-talking to herself and laughing. You could understand why she didn't want to be seen.

Viper: '' why would you leave it out then. ''

He was completely unphased, but when the edibles hit he was just sitting back and relaxed in his chair, and he kind of looked pretty damn hot doing so. He also spoke with a bit of a lower voice, slightly slurred words.

Absolutely pissed at you for leaving out some spoiled food-that you were going to throw away. You were just busy doing something else on the side but you took it out of the fridge because you were going to throw it away. You didn't really get a chance to tell her that though before she locked herself in her lab and you were not allowed in.

Vyse: '' ugh. Of course.''

Waylay: '' is it the good stuff or is it bad?''

Pretty annoyed that she ate spoiled food but didn't make a case out of it and took anti-nausea medicine on her end without complaint. It was of her own fault for not checking

Yoru: "the fuck you mean don't eat that?"

She was pleasantly surprised to learn it was the good stuff, taking the evening off from work to enjoy the high and relax- she poured herself a bubble bath and enjoyed it with a glass of wine and you on the side.

When he started to feel ill he understood pretty fast-and since he was busy being sick he couldn't cause you out; and you reluctantly stood nearby with water and meds, occasionally rubbing his back despite the fact he was giving you middle fingers.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 4

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Cassandra isn't speaking to Daisy and her work suffers but a call from her brother should make everything better, right?

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

Cassandra wasn’t cooperating today and I knew better than to try and force it. Instead, I tried my hand at writing something overtly and didn’t make it a full page before scrapping the entire project. I’d had a few boyfriends before but none of them had given me the foot-popping, sparks-flying, kind of romance people wrote about. 

In a desperate attempt to get something done, I wrote a few paragraphs more of an abandoned project about a kid detective trying to solve the theft of a neighbor’s lawn gnome. It wasn’t my most inspired piece of work, one of the many reasons Jason had told me to drop it, but it felt good to write something. 

After completely throwing in the towel, I cleaned the apartment and made a double batch of M&M cookies, snacking on the chocolate candies as I went. Once the kitchen was cleaned again, I realized that I had made enough cookies to feed an army without an army to feed. 

Daisy: Movie night at our place with the daggers? 

Daisy: I may have stress baked

After an hour, Natasha responded affirmatively and I decided to run to the store for more snacks. While debating between Dorito flavors, my phone rang, Harvey’s picture flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Harv,” I greeted him, adding both bags of chips to my cart. “How are my girls?” 

“Driving me crazy as usual,” Harvey laughed and I felt a bit lighter inside. There had been a point in our childhoods where I felt resentful that Harvey could be so happy but my therapist and a healthy dose of prescriptions had helped me past that. “How’s life in California?” 

“Hot,” I joked. “The sun’s insufferable but it’s good to be living with Tasha again. She’s got some great friends that I bribed with cookies into accepting me as one of them.” 

“Of course you did, your cookies could broker world peace.” I chuckled, waiting for Harvey to cut to the chase as I continued to throw all the snack foods I could find into the cart including frozen pizzas and chicken wings. “August is coming to an end.” There it was. I sighed but stayed silent, “How are you doing, DeeDee?” 

“I’ve already scheduled the flowers to be sent to their graves and-” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“I’m fine, Harv. I’m keeping busy, trying not to think about it.” Something fell behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin, white-knuckling the cart. It was like a switch flipped, all of my nerves lighting on fire, the acute paranoia I’d worked so hard to rid myself of sprinting to the forefront of my mind. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as Harvey’s voice faded into a soft buzzing. Was someone watching me? No, no one was watching me. I tried to shake off the feeling, moving at a snail’s pace through the aisle. I looked down at my feet and I could have sworn I saw red despite the canvas being black. 

“Daisy?” I heard my name through the fog, “Daisy Louise? DeeDee, you’re okay. You’re okay, everything’s okay, DeeDee.” Harvey. Harvey was calling for me. Where was he? I had to get to him. “I’m okay, DeeDee. I’m safe.” The fog pulled away and I was on the floor of the frozen aisle, my phone beside me. 

“Harvey?” 

“I’m here, I’m alright, DeeDee.” He soothed, “Are you okay?” I grabbed the phone, tucking my head between my knees.

“I’m okay, Harv. I just…”

“I know, it’s okay. It’s normal but you should call Natasha and have her pick you up.” That was completely off of the table. I could handle this by myself, all I needed to do was get to my feet and everything would be okay. “I love you, DeeDee.”

“I love you too, Harvey.” I sat on the floor with my head in my hands for a few seconds after hanging up, evening out my breathing until I didn’t think I was going to pass out anymore. I struggled my way through checkout, my mind drifting and then snapping back to reality with everyone off-kilter sound I heard or thought I heard. But when my hands were shaking too hard to put the keys in the ignition, I put my pride inside and called Tasha. 

“Phoenix’s phone,” Coyote picked up and I nearly ended the call, “Daisy?” 

“Is Tasha there?” Fuck, I sounded like I had been crying. My voice wavered, full of emotion.

“She’s in the air, what’s wrong, Daisy?” Coyote was all business and I appreciated him for it.

“It’s fine, nevermind,” I even failed at convincing myself that things were fine. Coyote sighed then replied in a soft, quiet voice.

“Daisy, Nat told me that sometimes you have anxiety attacks. Is that what happened?” Damn it. Natasha had helped me through more than her fair share of them in college, it only made sense that she would tell someone important to her like Coyote.

“You can’t tell anyone,” I sighed, “I just, I’m at the grocery store and I don’t know if I should be driving home like this.” I heard Jake’s voice in the background and tensed, “Don’t tell Hangman.” Coyote chuckled,

“Yes, ma’am. Alright, there’s two ways this can go. I can ask Mav for permission to come get you or I can call Penny.” Neither option sounded preferable. “Penny’s going to ask a lot of questions because she’s a mom and then she’s going to tell Mav anyways. I will ask no questions because I’ve already got an idea of what’s going on.” 

“As long as Mav’s the only extra person in the loop,” I relented. “And Javy? Thanks.” 

Javy showed up in his flight suit not long after and I was distracted for a second by just how handsome he was. Natasha’s taste in men had gotten a lot better since college.

“Do you want to stop for food on the way back? Sugar will make you feel better after an adrenaline dump like that.” I nodded, thanking him again for showing up. “You’re part of the squad now, Daisy, no thanks necessary.” The sentiment warmed my heart, a soft smile appearing despite the embarrassing situation. 

“Can we get Wendy’s? It’s my favorite.” A spicy chicken nugget and a Dr. Pepper sounded amazing right now. Javy messed my hair like a big brother,

“Whatever you want.” After a few minutes of listening to the radio in silence, Javy glanced over at me. “So, what do you think of Hangman?” 

“What do you think of Tasha?” I shot back, not expecting him to answer but he took me by surprise.

“She’s one hell of a woman and a fantastic pilot.” Javy grinned like a lovesick idiot and I found myself smiling too, “I’m lucky she gives me the time of day if I’m being honest.” He glanced over at me again, still smiling and I rolled my eyes. “Your turn.” 

“Hangman’s a flirtatious ass,” Javy barked with laughter, pulling into the Wendy’s. “But Jake’s nice and he listens to me when I go on my rants about random shit. Like, I swear he probably listened to me talk about Sherlock Holmes for an hour the other night.” 

“Hour and a half,” Javy snickered, “We timed it.” I couldn’t even be mad, laughing with him.

“Not even Tasha would let me go on like that! So yeah, I think Jake’s pretty great.” I brushed my hair into my eyes to hide my blush, “Anyways, I’ll take a spicy number ten with a Dr. Pepper, please.” 

“Do you want a frosty too?” Yep. Natasha’s taste in men had definitely improved.

After cooing over me like a mother hen and calling Harvey to let him know I was okay, Natasha took Harvey to get his car. After taking a shower and finishing the large frosty Javy bought me even when I told him not to, I felt a lot better. Well enough to respond to the texts Jake had been sending me. 

Jake: Everything okay? 

Jake: Coyote told me to mind my business and that you were fine but I want to hear it from you

Jake: Phoenix also told to mind my business

Jake: Honey I need to hear it from you

Jake: If you don’t text me in ten minutes I’m coming over

I rolled my eyes but the butterflies in my stomach took flight, swirling in delight that Jake was concerned for me. 

Daisy: Listen to Javy, pretty boy. I’m fine

Jake: Too late

“If this boy isn’t careful, I’m going to fall in love with him,” I whispered to the empty kitchen, ripping open a packet of M&Ms. 

X

“Hey,” Daisy greeted me with a lazy smile, throwing back a palmful of M&Ms. Something was off about her but I couldn’t put my finger on it just yet. I was going to figure it out though, you could bet on that. 

“Hey, Wildflower. How are you feeling?” She rolled her eyes like she didn’t have a care in the world but her shoulders tensed. Coyote had been tight lipped over why he had left work early but with how both he and Phoenix were acting, I knew it had to be Daisy and that had spun me up into a twister of anxiety that eased a little seeing her.

“I told you I was fine, see?” She gestured down her body. Daisy was in cartoon pajama shorts that showed off her pale thighs and a tank top, her endless curves on display from top to bottom. I swallowed hard, my mind filled with thoughts of running my hands over her hips, spreading her knees, and eating Daisy for dessert on Phoenix’s counter. “I’m perfectly fine.” 

“You look fine as hell, sweetheart,” Daisy blushed hard, her chest and cheeks burning red. “But you know it’s not your body I’m asking about.” I crossed the room, needing to put my hands on her even if I shouldn’t.

“Okay, Hangman,” She grumbled, using my callsign like she always did when I said something flirty. My hands landed softly on her hip and her cheek, forcing her to stay close and look at me. Daisy relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll be fine, Jake,” She whispered and I felt myself melt. This girl had no idea that I was putty in her hands.

“Of course you will be,” I promised, “Because I’m going to be right here by your side.” Daisy smiled, eyes still closed, nuzzling her cheek like a cat into my hand.

“You’re laying it on pretty thick again, Hangman.” God this girl. She didn’t believe a word that came out of my mouth if it veered even the slightest bit away from platonic. I had my work cut out for me but when she opened her dark eyes and smiled at me like I hung the stars and the moon, I knew I was up to the task. “Do you want a cookie?” What I wanted was to kiss her forehead but a cookie would work for now. 

The rest of the daggers showed up a little bit later and while Daisy played the role of the perfect hostess, I pulled Coyote off to the side. 

“Should I be worried?” Coyote glanced over my shoulder to where Daisy was and then shrugged.

“I don’t think so, at least, not at the moment anyways.” My heart clenched, needing to know more but he shook his head before I could ask. “Nothing about this situation is my business to share, man. When she’s ready to tell, she’ll tell.” 

“We should watch a horror movie,” Bradley suggested, the loud agreement of the squad interrupting our conversation. Coyote patted me on the shoulder, heading for the kitchen. When she was ready to tell, she would tell me. I had to trust that that would be the case. Right? 

“Hangman, get some food before Bob eats it all!” Rooster shouted for my attention. Bob was blushing with a plate piled high with food, praising Daisy’s homemade mac and cheese so that’s what I scooped up first. I didn’t miss how Phoenix was hovering behind Daisy, watching her like a hawk. I said a little prayer, hoping that Daisy would find the right moment to tell me what was going on sooner rather than later.

With a plate full of snacks, we all scattered around the living room. Daisy came right to me with a blanket, a blush on her cheeks, not looking me in the eyes as she took a seat beside me. She was the one person without a plate of food and turned me down when I offered her some of my chips,

“I’m not hungry,” She whispered, bringing the blanket up to her chin. “Javy got me Wendy’s.” He was Javy to her now? I glanced over at my best friend, who was not so subtly making eyes at Phoenix while she and Rooster argued over what horror movie we were going to watch. Rooster won when he threatened to tell a story that had Phoenix slapping a hand over his mouth.

It ended up being about some demon who was influencing people to murder others but the special effects weren’t all that believable. I much preferred a 90s action flick or, when alone, a Hallmark movie on occasion. With every passing minute, Daisy inched closer to my side, the blanket moving higher up her face. Seizing the opportunity, I dropped my plate on the table and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her close. 

“Not a fan of horror?” I whisper, she shook her head, eyes locked on the screen as the possessed man picked up a hunting knife. 

“Murder,” She whispered back, her hand tentatively resting on my thigh.

“Aren’t you a crime novelist, sweetheart?” I teased, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her hands on me.

“That’s different,” Daisy insisted, jumping at something on screen but I wasn’t watching the movie anymore, my focus was solely on her. Daisy looked terrified. I shifted sideways and pulled her face into my chest, forcing her attention off of the movie and whatever it was that was scaring her so much. Her hand moved from my thigh to my chest, fingers digging into my shirt. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered into her hair, kissing her head. “It’s just a movie.” Daisy went limp in my hold and I pulled her sideways onto my lap, Bob looked and quickly looked away but it didn’t seem like anyone else noticed. Not that I would care if they did, if this was what Daisy needed, then it’s what I was going to do. I squeezed her thigh gently and began stroking my thumb back and forth, “I’ve got you.” 

“I know,” Daisy whispered into my shoulder. After a moment she added, “If I’m too heavy-” She stopped when I squeezed her thigh,

“You can sit on my lap whenever you want, Wildflower.” 

“My gentleman,” She sighed and I felt a glimmer of hope. She didn’t call me Hangman.

Next Chapter

[toxic-libra]

moth to a flame (teaser)

pairing: soobin x fem!reader word count: up until now (but i'm still writing it) genre: friends with benefits-ish (he helps her with dating tips and stuff), angst if u squint really hard, smut, fluffy, inspired a bit by moth to a flame - the weeknd warnings: 3rd person pov (as always), mentions of reader in love with another guy (haechan <3), slight fwb dynamic, mature content (fingering, blowjob, choking, kinda rough sex?, crying?)

part 1 out now!

Clearing his throat, he pointed to the brownies. “Fancy some before we move on?”

“Yeah, it’ll be good to ease me up.”

“I wanted to put caramel in, but you complained about eating too much candy recently and I know how you love caramel, so I decided to make it plain, so you won’t feel sad if you don’t eat much.”

She smiled, touched by the gesture. “Thanks.”

“Here, take a bite.” He offered a piece.

It wasn’t something unusual, they normally did this… However, this time her eyes spent a little longer analysing his hand – the pretty and veiny forearm, how the brownie looked so small compared to his palm, how close his fingertips were from her mouth… And suddenly, she could see herself in one of those luxury porn movies, where any minor action was made to entice – so, instead of taking a bite, she’d lick on his digits, sucking them as if…

Y/N almost stuffed the whole piece in her mouth, hoping its taste would erase such confusing and horrible thoughts. God, what she needed was professional help!

Soobin had a fond smile, always glad that she liked his food. “Easy there, love. You’ll get a whole batch for yourself.” Some crumbles stuck to her face, gathering on her lower lip and at the side of her mouth while she chewed. “Do you like it that much?! You got dirt all over.”

Y/N remained quiet while he dusted the crumbles off. She felt like melting under his touch and gaze, goosebumps blooming from her spine to her head. The brownie tasted good, obviously, but the sensations didn’t come from its flavour or perfectly gooey texture… Out of habit, he licked the tip of his fingers clean, and that’s when she noticed she’d been too silent.

“Sorry, you know I like sweets.”

“It’s ok. Having you acting like this strokes my ego.” The dimples showed up again as he grinned.

Her heart thumped heavily against her chest, and whatever sane thoughts she had, slipped off her mind when she got on her tiptoes and ended the distance between them.

since this is a wip (work in progress), i'm conflicted if i should make this a 2-part scenario. if so, i'll post part 1 soon. lmk what ya'll think hihi and if ya'll wanna be tagged.

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Cookies and Brownies - Gaz x Reader

Content Warnings - Fluff with some very, very minor angst.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Normally, Gaz did not find leaving his flat so difficult. Usually he was already gnawing at the bit to get back onto the field from his mandatory leave, to get back to doing something instead of lying around. Well now he had a reason to want to stay, for the person next door who also happens to work at his favorite bakery/cafe.

There is something cruel about that, ironically cruel. Gaz has never had any trouble getting people to come home with him, sometimes he didn’t even need to put on any of his charm. But he knows it was because of his looks, charming like a prince in a fairytale. Was it the military lifestyle? Was that why he found it so hard to keep people around him and wanting him? Maybe.

But you, you were different. You didn’t see his return to the military as a goodbye, closing your door on whatever is happening between the two of you. No, you worked out a solution in mere seconds. Gift packages, he’d seen some men he’s worked with before get them. Packages usually from loved ones, like family or partners. Sometimes from friends. Gaz hadn’t gotten one since his early days, back when his grandmother was still around. God rest her soul.

It’s two weeks later, two weeks into being at this base in this fucking desert that the package arrives. His name is called out alongside others and he is handed a package, it has several postmarks slapped onto it with your handwriting on the box for the address.

His stomach twists at the sight of your handwriting, how is that possible? How can he feel that way over handwriting? It’s not just anyone’s handwriting, Gaz thought, it's yours. Distinctly and completely yours. Something no other person could replicate, just you.

Gaz waits until he’s in his tent, empty thankfully, to cut open the package. Inside there is a letter on top of several tins that his mind immediately thinks are sewing supplies until he connects the dots. He opens the letter first, imagining his grandmother slapping the back of his head for being rude and going for the gifts first.

More of your handwriting, his heart pounds as he reads through the letter. He can’t help but rub his thumb over where you wrote his name. Kyle. His real name, not a call sign given to him years ago. Kyle Garrick.

Kyle opens the first tin and finds it filled to the brim with chocolate chip cookies. It dawns on Kyle then that there are four tins, which means lots of baked goods. He licks his lips as he pulls out the other tins and opens them, just to know which one’s hold which.

There is another tin of cookies, white macadamia nut and two tins of brownies. One looks like the classic kind and the other filled with cookie-brownies. He feels like a wolf staring down prey, unguarded sheep ready to be eaten. Before he digs in, he puts the tins away and rips a piece of paper from his notebook and writes.

Dear Kyle,

Hello! I hope the package found you alright and that I had added enough postmarks for it to make the journey. I hope you’re still at base and not somewhere fighting bad guys haha. Things here have seriously slowed down or maybe its because our best customer isn’t currently here. I made some cookies and brownies although they might be stale. If they are, I’m sorry but I’m not sure how to stop that from happening. Do you have any kind of favorite candies? If you send me a letter with your favorites I’ll be sure to include it in the next batch, maybe even bake it into the cookies.

It’s been raining impossibly often but according to Mrs. Thompson its that time of the year. Is that true or is she trying to keep me from rightfully complaining about not seeing the sun in a week? Why is it that when you left the sun decided to hide behind rain clouds? Do you have some kind of deal worked out with the weather? If so, let me in on it, there’s only so much rain a person can handle. Well, I don’t want to hold you up. Enjoy the likely stale cookies and brownies.

[homiesondaweb]

This is my theory piece on astv Hobie's Backstory.

Despite the whole Punk lifestyle, living on a repurposed canal boat, minor rock star status, and having active warrants out for both his civilian and Spidey persona thing he's got going on. Hobie had a pretty normal childhood for a bit. 

His Pa managed the local radio stations and his Ma was a lead writer for the newspaper. Hobie found himself the baby out of 5 siblings and their 4 bedroom flat was just a bit too small for the 7 people family but it was great. 

The neighborhood was always lively with community get-togethers, music rattled the bricks and the air was always savory with smell of jerk. Hobie used to eat himself sick with coconut candy and orange cake every weekend. He liked going to 'school' which meant being crammed into Ms. Ngozi and Ms. Freedman's flat with the other neighborhood kids then being taught from books Ms. Freedman had smuggled in when she partnered with Ms. Ngozi. Reading, writing, history, debate, arithmetic, ethics, journalism, all kinds of science but Ngozi loved when Hobie would take a machine apart and remake it. 

His eldest siblings by about 12 years, twin brothers Hudson and Hector ran the 'Shop'. If you needed something fixed within their 6 block neighborhood you took it there. Cars, big appliances, medical equipment, radios, tvs, his brothers could fix it all. They'd fix it good, cheap or free and in a timely manner. (And they greatly encouraged their Little Bart brother to tinker) 

Next was is other older brother, Henry. He was only 9 years older than him. A photographer and worked under their mother getting dynamic shots for any article she posted. He introduced Hobie to a lot of artists and taught him how to observe the world around him. How to sneak in and out of it.

Then there was his only sister, Harley. She was closest in age to him, only 5 years older. She was a badass on the guitar and even slicker at the mouth. She debated anyone under a table and had a right hook to back it up. You never would have pegged her to be the one to run the community garden. Not with her self-done piercings, bleach painted jackets, head fully of bantu knots and black lipstick. But she did, she taught Hobie everything to know about growing orchids and tomatoes.

Life was good. Despite the rising police violence, cost of living, and the fumes of Oscorp rising. 11 year old Hobie didn't know it to be anything else. 

Then, he turns 12. Ma and Henry don't come home.

He's 12 and the Ngozi-Freedman homeschool is raided. He never sees them again but Harley fills her stage trunk with their books and records.

He's 12. Someone reported the shop and President Osborne new "certificate enforcement" squad torches the building. Hudson gets away but the Symbiotes bail out Hector to them and he only has one arm. 

He's 12. The government has taken over the radio station, firing Pa. The house becomes cramped with the equipment Pa had smuggled out. Hudson shows back up and he's as ghost as Hector.

He's 12 and half his friends are just faces on murals and the other half is sick from the water. The garden is sabotaged and the city fines Harley (how the fuck do you fine a 17 year old?) 

And there's a protest. Pa has taken over the radios in the city and rallies the people, he repeats Ma articles over and over informing the people about the propaganda, the contamination, the disappeared people, the injustice. He repeats them and repeated them as the twins litter the city with flyers using Henry's photos of the truth. 

And there's a protest. 

There's hundred of protests of all sizes, all over.

There's a riot. 

There's riots.

There's fire and panic and Symbiotes spill into the neighborhood like oil and-

Hobie turns 13, it's just him and Harley. 

Hobie turns 14, it's just him and Harley's guitar.

Hobie is 15, he's just some punk kid bit by a radioactive spider while trying to find shelter from a Symbiote raid. He uses this to his advantage. 

He turns 16 and instead of blowing out birthday candles he's smashing Harley's guitar through a fascist dictator head with his fellow super powered punks. (He can't think of a better wish)

He's 17 and Miguel makes a mistake in showing up to his dimension with an offer to join his 'society'. 

[xunolic]

only time will tell pt.2 (l.sy)

pairing: sangyeon x blackfem!reader (more race neutral) | wc: 22.6k (for this part)

au(s): secret agents, exes/enemies to lovers | genre: action, angst, smut, rom-comish

summary: after a year and a half, you finally heard the name you didn't want to be mentioned again. lee sangyeon. now more than ever, however, it's a must for agents to stick together due to a list of hits from the resurgence of korea’s more dangerous syndicates.

warnings: lowercase intended. explicit language, mdni!! explicit sexual content, mainly plot filled, descriptions of violence/blood, mentions of alcohol, minor character death, arguments. let me know if any was missed!

part one (not my favorite)

a/n: hi! i'm back! tumblr is ass so there will be a continuation instead of it all being on one post! reminder, none of the characters reflect on them as an actual people as they are merely characters. the reader is technically race neutral as i didn't give any character features or physicality. also, i will say, read part one but this one is way better than the first one. i actually hate the first one, but it does show how i have grown as a writer. reblogs are highly appreciated! happy reading!

‘here we go again,’ you thought to yourself as you situated yourself beside jacob. it was the one night yz agency had to get along with everyone else. so there you sat, dress clinging to your body and stomach growling.

jacob heard it, laughing under his breath as he dug into his blazer pocket and pulled out a piece of candy. he looked over, handed it to you, and smiled as you popped the candy in your mouth.

“this fucking thing is taking forever,” you groaned, almost forgetting the dress you had on as you slumped in your seat. jacob nodded in agreement, leaning forward, his head hitting the table.

“how hard is it for someone to go on stage and talk? hell, i could even do it. i might do it…” jacob said, turning his head to look at you. you gave him a smile, patting his head.

“you sure could, buddy, do it.”

you pointed at the stage, wiggling your finger slightly so he could continue. jacob was about to say something, but eric came to sit beside the two of you. he plopped down in the seat, almost out of breath. your eyes shot to him, eyebrow-raising in confusion.

“how late am i?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. you looked at jacob, and a similar mischievous smirk was on his face.

“you missed it. dinner is over with," jacob said, shrugging his shoulders.

eric looked at him, eyes widening. “dinner’s over?” he whisper-yelled, almost in a panic. “i didn't eat all day.”

you were about to say something until your stomach rumbled. eric heard it loud and clear, squinting his eyes in your direction. “you fucking liars.”

you pouted, looking down at your stomach, and then at jacob. “what a buzzkill…”

you and jacob both heard your names as younghoon approached. younghoon didn't spare eric a glance as he asked the two of you, “how is tonight going?”

“where's the food? i came strictly for the food,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“one of cre.ker’s bigger agents is late, and their boss stepped out, so we can't start until their ceo returns, and we're all settled. typical cre.ker though, always running on their time, never considerate for anyone else,” younghoon said, crossing his arms as he looked at the other ceo’s. “note how everyone is here except them.”

younghoon finally gave eric a stare and scoffed before walking away from the table.

“what did i do?” eric asked as he looked at you. you shook your head, fixing a strand of hair on his head.

“nothing, he's just the biggest cre.ker anti.”

claps were heard around the place as you brought your hand down from his head. you instinctively clapped along, looking at jacob as he nodded to the stage. you looked over, seeing it finally beginning. you almost cheered, knowing that the food portion was growing closer.

or so you thought… it felt as if speeches about the same damn thing continued to drag on. eric was close to falling asleep, and jacob was rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake. it wasn't until it was cre.ker’s ceo's turn to speak. as he spoke, you felt yourself nodding off; that was until you heard a name you thought you didn't have to hear again. 

lee sangyeon.

you remembered telling eric you didn't want to hear that name until your heart was ready, and eric obliged. it had been a year since you'd even said a thing about sangyeon, the thought of sangyeon, or even heard that name. 

jacob and eric turned to you with wide eyes, jacob looking at you with more worry than anything. you mouthed that you were okay as you all turned to look at sangyeon's table. he waved to people, and the lady beside him shook his free hand, obviously proud of him. 

you didn't hear exactly what he was mentioned for, but you listened to everyone clap as you stared at him. you couldn't take your eyes off of him. it seemed he’d gotten larger if that button-up was one to decide. his smile was as bright as you'd ever seen it, and his eyes– his eyes were on you. you jolted a little bit in shock, noticing his gaze as you quickly turned back around. you felt butterflies creep into your stomach, trying to keep them down as cre.ker’s ceo finally finished his speech.

the host of the banquet finally confirmed that the food would be served. each person chose the menu beforehand, as the servers came out with it; you couldn't have been happier. as you ate, you continued talking to the people around you, trying to wash down the gaze sangyeon had sent you. it wasn't long until the feeling was back as you heard a voice you didn't want to hear.

“hey eric, hey jacob,” you heard sangyeon say behind you. eric turned and smiled, waving before getting back to his meal. you didn't turn around, jacob instead turned and waved at his hyung, standing to give a hug. you kept your eyes on your food, hearing jacob and sangyeon spark a conversation. sangyeon introduced the lady he came with to jacob, her voice ringing out after his to introduce herself. “it really has been a while, hasn't it? a year, right?”

“yeah! oh wow, it's been so long," jacob exclaimed, sitting back in his seat. he stayed turned around, sending quick peeks to you. you glanced at both jacob and eric, excusing yourself from the table before brushing past sangyeon with your clutch. 

you felt eyes on you as you walked to the bathroom. however, you didn't notice your boss's lingering stare as he narrowed his eyes at your dismissal. 

you thought you were over him, you thought you did the right thing, but as they've said before, distance does make the heart grow fonder. it was almost like your mind forgot you'd called things off with him—you had broken up with him. 

things should've gotten easier with time, but you don't think you could come to terms with that sort of thing right now. as you stood in that bathroom, feelings bubbling in your chest, you had to remind yourself why you did it.

“my career is important to me. this is my passion…” you spoke to yourself in the mirror, calming yourself down. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the exhale shakier than the inhale. you glanced at yourself in the mirror again, looking behind you and jumping a little. “jacob, what the hell?”

“what? i came to check on you. you’ve been gone for like ten minutes… you alright?”

“yeah, i’m fine.” you tried your hardest to sound convincing, but it came out in a timid whisper. jacob walked over to you, pulling you into a hug. “jacob, i thought i was over him… i could've sworn i was.”

“you saw him for the first time in a year. i don't expect you to forget how you felt, especially how you two broke up. i’d be hurting, too.”

“but it shouldn't make me feel like this, though, i broke up with him.” jacob pulled away from the hug, pulling the handkerchief from his pocket, patting the tears from your eyes, hoping not to ruin your makeup. 

“it doesn't matter; you liked him a lot, right? that was rhetorical because literally everyone could tell,” he joked. “it was an unjust breakup, so you have the right to feel the way you do.” 

as jacob pulled you back into a hug, a lady gasped in the background at jacob’s presence.

jacob turned around, shamelessly shooing the lady away, “can't you see i’m comforting my best friend?”

that pulled a laugh out of you that jacob grinned at.

little did either of you know, sangyeon had dismissed himself for a bit, sighing into the frigid air. eric sat beside him, patting his shoulder, a smile on his face.

“what's up?” eric asked, leaning back on his hands.

“i knew she’d be here, and i still feel sick to my stomach looking at her,” sangyeon confessed, rubbing his face with his palm.

eric let out a humorless laugh, looking up at the sky, “you have more to say; i know you do.”

“nothing i can say that'll be worth it, especially if i’m not talking to her.”

“do you still like her?”

“no.” he lied.

“oh? so you don't want to talk to her?”

“i don't know what i want, eric. all i know is i can't stand to look at her but can't keep my eyes off her.”

all eric could do was nod; the younger wasn’t the finest with words, especially since he had often been around you and sangyeon. the best he could do was sit and be some company. the two sat in a comfortable silence, staring into the night sky before eric's stomach growled again. eric's gaze shot to sangyeon, then to his stomach.

“i saw a dessert buffet in there. wanna go?” sangyeon chuckled, standing up and brushing himself off.

“please.”

sangyeon pulled eric up by his arm as he nodded towards the door. eric walked inside, leaving sangyeon, once again, with his thoughts for longer than he'd like. sangyeon let out a huff of breath before walking in a few minutes after eric had.

eric was the first one at the dessert bar, filling his plate up and whistling as he picked up his last pastry. he walked by the entrance as you and jacob returned from the bathroom. eric tilted his head, confused, “you were in the girl’s bathroom?”

“i’m gonna tell you like i told that lady in the bathroom, i was comforting her,” jacob said, snatching a mini cheesecake from eric’s plate and going to sit back down. you giggled, walking over to the dessert buffet, reaching for a plate, a hand coming down simultaneously to yours. 

“oh, i’m sorry, i–" you began apologizing, stopping as you saw who it was. you both stood there, breathlessly gazing into each other's eyes. your heart felt like it was beating 10,000 times per second. you felt like you couldn't move, and the wave of emotion pooling from his eyes was unbearably hard to read. you wondered what yours looked like from his perspective.

“hi,” he hushed out.

you couldn't respond as you grabbed the plate and moved from him. the feelings threatened to spill over again, but you had to keep your composure. you filled your plate up silently, sending sangyeon one last look before starting your way back to the table. 

you looked to your side and saw younghoon staring at you. he had to have seen the little interaction between you two because he didn't look too pleased. or did he?

you went back to the table, hearing everyone talk around you, some even getting up to dance a bit. eric was busy scarfing down his food to notice you'd come back. jacob reached over, stealing one of your mini cupcakes and stuffing it in his mouth before you could say anything to him.

“jacob… just go get your own dessert!”

“too much work,” jacob waved you off with his mouth full as he nodded towards the bar. “do you guys want a drink?”

“oh, so getting a drink isn't too much work?” you asked him.

he waved you off again, pointing at the bar, and you gave in.

and, oh, a drink you got. however, that one drink turned into many for you, and you had to be carried out to the car by jacob. eric acted as jacob's spotter, following loosely behind him as jacob stuffed you in the car. you mumbled something as younghoon came out afterward.

“is she alright?” younghoon asked as you pouted in the backseat. you reached for your seatbelt, struggling with it before trying your hardest to stab it into the buckle. jacob reached over, buckling it in for you before turning to his boss.

“well, if being drunk is alright? yes, she's fine,” jacob said, fixing your posture.

“he touched my hand,” you slurred out, holding up the hand sangyeon touched with a drunken smile. “i know he misses me.”

eric and jacob looked at each other for the second time that night as jacob nodded at you, “i'm happy for you, y/n, i think?”

eric chuckled, walked over, and patted your head gently, saying a quick goodbye to you and jacob. he bowed at younghoon and walked back into the building, fortunately not catching the scowl younghoon sent his way. younghoon turned back to you, arms crossed.

“i hope she isn't shitfaced tomorrow, she has a mission.”

“she does? i thought she called off yesterday?” jacob questioned.

“i don't recall.”

“i do. i was in the meeting with you two when she told you.”

“oh, well, i don't remember.”

“can't you just, i don't know, send someone else?” jacob asked, shutting your door.

“chaeyeon and sunwoo haven't had a mission in weeks. she's been on damn near every single mission for the past year, give her a break.”

younghoon looked at you through the car window before looking back at jacob, “the mission’s at 12 tomorrow. tell her to be up and ready. i'll send you the details later on.” 

and with that, he left back inside.

jacob let out a deep groan, walking to the driver's side, getting in, and looking at you in the rearview mirror. he saw your slouched figure, sighing as he revved up the van and started to drive. as jacob drove, he couldn't help but hear little sniffles from you. once at a stop light, he turned around and looked at you, a frown on his face.

“i hate him. i fucking hate him,” you mumbled, tears slowly pooling down your face. jacob could only assume you meant sangyeon, but you'd heard everything younghoon had said before you left. younghoon had seen the interaction, and you felt younghoon was doing whatever he did to you out of spite.

your head was raging as your phone rang. you grabbed the device seeing jacob’s name, groaning before answering it. “what?”

“you got a mission; get up.”

“i know… but i don't feel like it.”

“dude, do you want both of us fired?” 

kinda. “no.”

“then come on, i'm outside, i'll wait for you.” 

you hung up the phone without saying another word as you dragged yourself out of bed. you went into the bathroom, threw clothes on with a groan, and held yourself up by the edge of the counter. you mumbled curses as you dug through your medicine cabinet to find some aspirin to take. you shook the borderline empty bottle, opening it as fast as your hungover body could. as you tapped out the medicine, only one pill came out, another loud groan that made your head ring.

“fuck,” you mumbled, taking the pill in your hand before hearing your phone ring again. you walked over, silencing the phone before grabbing some sunglasses, your phone, and a water bottle. you locked up your apartment, almost tripping down the complex stairs, making it to jacob's car in one piece.

“morning, sunshine,” jacob beamed as he watched you put the glasses on and get into the vehicle.

“shut the hell up before i beat your ass.”

“woah? can't even talk with my amazing friend this beautiful sunday morning?”

“please, just drive.”

jacob threw his hands up and pulled out of the parking lot. 

you popped the pill, chugging the bottle of water before throwing it to your feet.

“and now you're littering in my car? what are you? some type of heathen?”

you kept your eyes closed, a slight smirk gracing your face. 

as jacob pulled up to the back of the site where you were supposed to be working, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar face in a car pulling beside him. 

“oh no…” he mumbled.

“what?”

“don't look now, but…”

“but what, jacob?” throughout the drive, yes, your head had gotten a bit better, but not enough for jacob and his games.

“a certain, uhm,” he continued, only moving his hands to enunciate.

“jacob, my head already hurts, i don't need any of your ridd–"

you couldn't finish your sentence because as soon as you looked at jacob's way, someone had stepped out of the car beside jacob’s. if your head was getting any better, no, it wasn't. 

lee sangyeon.

you almost barfed, shaking your head as you blinked a few times to wisp him away as he walked to the front of his car, but to no avail. he was still there. 

he turned around, his eyes catching your concealed ones through the windshield. your breath got caught in your lungs as you shook your head again, this time trying to convince jacob you couldn't do this.

“why.. why is he here?” you asked yourself. jacob looked at you, patting your shoulder as he tried to tell you that you had to do what you had to do. you frowned before taking a deep breath. 

you stepped out of the car, eyes widening as you felt around your person. you bent down to look at jacob, who was still in the car, “my holster.”

“you forgot it?!”

“you know i'm hungover. i could've sworn i took it from my room.”

you were too in a panic to realize sangyeon had walked over to you, “i have an extra.”

you jumped, gripping your chest as your glasses fell to the bridge of your nose. the little sunlight that did peep through made you squint in pain. you pushed up the glasses, looked at sangyeon, and shook your head.

“can't take–"

“she’ll take it, hyung.”

your focus shot back to jacob as he shrugged, looking towards his monitor, “you both better go; you have 20 minutes until the man of the hour comes. i'm still not sure what this mission is actually…”

“you don't?!” you whisper-yelled, bending down again.

“bomb threat,” sangyeon said, his arms crossed.

“bomb threat?!” both you and jacob yelled.

“i'm not the bomb girl. i had one class on that, and i didn't pay any attention to it. fuck!” you groaned, your head starting to ache again.

“calm down, i know how to disarm a bomb.”

you looked at him, unable to look long because, of course, you couldn’t look at him. you sighed softly, taking the spare earpiece jacob had before telling jacob to wish you luck as you began to walk towards the building. you didn't wait for sangyeon but heard him yell wait. he rushed beside you, holding up the utility belt and handing it to you. 

“here.”

you took the belt, standing before the door as you buckled it around your waist. sangyeon opened the door, holding it with his foot as you walked in without saying anything to him. sangyeon sighed softly, sucking his teeth before letting the door shut behind him.

“so.. what's the plan?” he asked, looking around the supposed storage room you were slightly cramped in.

you shrugged, put in your earpiece, and tested it out. you heard jacob speak back as you nodded to yourself. the shades you had on did no justice for the dark room you both were in. sangyeon asked you again what the plan was. however, you trudged through the storage room, trying your hardest not to trip. 

too late.

obviously, you couldn't see the box in front of you and couldn't catch your footing in time. just to your luck, sangyeon’s quick thinking and his ability to see caught you before you hit the ground. as he pulled you up, you felt your back come flush to his chest. you smelled his cologne, felt the way he froze, and it took all your might to move away from him.

“thank you,” you mumbled, stepping over the box as you finally reached the door. 

sangyeon held it shut as he looked down at you (you assumed). you squeezed your eyes closed, “what is it?”

“we need a plan. i don't know what you and eric have been doing the past year, but you know that's not how you and i did–"

“when jacob gives me the signal, you go for the bomb, i'll go for the man. simple.”

“jacob didn't even know what the mission was; how would he know what the man looks like? how do you even know its a man? i'll just ask miyeon–"

“is miyeon the lady you were with at the banquet last night?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“why does it matter?” he asked, pressing a finger to his ear, beginning to speak to the woman. “hey miyeon, how far is our target?”

you waited for him to respond, still looking at the closed door. you heard jacob in your ear saying you had 15 minutes before you decided to look up at what you believed was sangyeon.

“jacob said we have–“

“15 minutes.” you both said simultaneously.

“and you said jacob doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” you mumbled under your breath.

“what was that?”

“nothing… can we get out of this mess now?”

“there should be a blazer up near the front desk so you can disguise yourself, and for the love of god, take those glasses off,” he said, opening the door. “is your number the same?”

you raised a brow, looking at him with confusion.

“so i can contact you just in case anything goes wrong.”

“yeah… it’s the same, but why would anything go wrong? you said you knew how to disarm a bomb, right?”

“doesn’t mean there won’t be any problems. you should know about problems, right agent l/n?” he shrugged, walking out of the room.

you stared at him in disbelief, scoffed, and walked out behind him. you made your way to the front of the building, sangyeon walking away from you, leaving you to your own devices. “where the fuck is eric…” you mumbled to yourself as you picked up the blazer, slipped it on, and sat at the desk beside another receptionist.

“y/n, when the target passes you, i need you to start escorting people out of the building, just in case,” jacob said in your ear.

“how big is this place?” you asked, looking around to keep your eyes on anyone who left and came in.

“six stories.”

“six? got it…”

“he’s here.”

you nodded, not responding, as you watched not a man come in but a woman with a large bag. your eyebrow lifted as you looked at the woman. she was short, with hair in a loose bun and evident bags underneath her eyes. her smile when walking in was replaced with a scowl as she looked at the receptionist beside you. her eyes trained not just on her but also on you.

she looked at you both as if you'd done something to hurt her personally. as she reached the desk, she told the receptionist she had booked a specific room, giving her last name and showing her id. once the other receptionist gave her the room key, you were obliged to jokingly ask if all patrons gave her that look when they came in.

“no, she was kind of the first since i’ve been here,” she laughs softly. “but her name sounds very familiar. her name reminds me of someone fired not too long ago,” the receptionist continued.

“have you ever seen the people who were released? or were they gone before you could see them?” you asked, the conversation sparking your curiosity.

“no, not at all. i had seen that name on the “released” list before, i’m pretty sure, but i’ve never seen what she looks like or any of them, honestly.”

you sat there, fiddling with your glasses as your mind returned to what sangyeon had said.

how do you even know its a man?

your mouth fell open as you stood up from your seat, looking over at the receptionist. she looked up at you with wide eyes, her mind seemingly going to where yours was.

“you need to get out of here, and i mean as soon as you can. if anyone is near the front, tell them all to leave the building and go a few blocks down to the park where it's secure,” you picked up your glasses, tucking them in the blazer pocket as she nodded, slightly panicked. 

you put your hands on her shoulders, saying, “please, do this calmly and orderly, okay? you will be a big help in keeping everyone safe. deep breath.”

she closed her eyes, sucking in a breath before letting out a shaky one. she stood up, putting on a smile, and began to walk over to anyone she saw. she gave them her best customer service voice, possibly telling them a white lie to get them out as she guided a few families and employees out of the building. 

“it’s not a man, jacob,” you said as you phoned him.

“i know now… she's been using her husband's car whenever she went to get her materials for the bomb. her name is sunhee yim. she used to work at this hotel in particular before she got let go.”

everything the receptionist said, you'd had relayed to you by jacob.

once everyone in the lobby was gone, you bent down to look at the computer. 

“jacob, hack into this computer for me; see how many rooms are filled so i can get to them as fast as possible,” you said, looking at the monitor.

“got you.”

once jacob was finished, you had him direct you to all of the utility rooms, telling the workers who were in them to leave from the emergency exits.

once they left, you focused on the rooms. out of the six stories, there were 60 rooms filled. you stood back up, listening to jacob list all the booked rooms. 

you breathed heavily as you finally reached the 60th room, gripping your knees before knocking. those stairs almost broke you.

the door swung open as an older woman looked at you, her arms crossed, “yes?”

you tried catching your breath as you stood up, showing her your badge. “agent…” pant “l/n…” pant “you need to leave, ma’am…” pant “there are threats for this hotel.”

“leave? i paid good money for this room, i’m not leaving it just because some pesky cop told me to,” she snarked.

“ma’am, this is life or death. you either stay,” pant “and lose your life,” you sucked in a deep breath, “or you come with me and stop being stubborn.”

slam! 

she shut the door in your face.

“or blow up! not like i care! it’s only your life you're risking!” you rolled your eyes, about to walk away, when a smaller, more timid voice yelled a quick “wait!”

it turns out she was risking more than her life. you turned around, and a young girl, no older than ten, stepped from the room.

“a-are we really gonna die?” she asked, standing in the doorframe, her hands visibly shaking as she held the stuffed animal that still had a tag on it. you bent down to her level, holding her free hand.

“not if you get your grandmother to leave the building with you.”

as you tried to comfort the little girl, you heard a door open behind you as the woman from before stepped out of her room, a hoodie now on her head as she began to speed walk to the elevators. you saw sangyeon leave a nearby room, nodding at you before slipping into the room she had just left. your eyes widened as you looked at the little girl. 

“ma’am, either you come with me and the kid, or if you survive, you get charged with child endangerment for keeping her in a life-or-death situation; the choice is yours,” you yelled into the room as the little girl started to tear up. the old lady looked at you and the child, sighing softly.

“fine.”

you picked up the little girl out of instinct before rushing to get the lady out of the room. the lady stopped by the elevator as you waited for her to step in before rushing down the steps. as you got to the lobby, the lady stepped out of the elevator and walked over to you.

“you both can follow that man right there,” you said, pointing at a door handler as he directed people where to go. “stay with your grandma, okay?” you said, standing her on her feet and patting her head softly.

“i’m her mother.”

you gawked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the lady huffed, holding her child's hand before walking out.

you shook yourself out of skepticism as jacob spoke to you.

“yim left the building, and she hasn’t yet made it to her car in the car garage. either that, or she’s just sitting in her vehicle.”

“i’ll go see.”

you walked out the door and down the block to look at the nearby parking garages. the same hoodie from before stood on top of the final one you looked at. she was looking over the hotel, seemingly waiting for it to explode into pieces.

you made sure she didn't see you before making your way up the ramps. “fuck, i’m getting a workout today.”

you finally got to the top, keeping silent as you drew your gun. you sneakily made your way beside her, nodding, “yeah, i can’t wait for it to blow up either.”

the woman jumped at your presence, stepping to the side and pulling out a weapon of her own. she pointed it at you, hands shaking as she stared at you with bloodshot eyes. she had been crying.

you held your hands up, showing her you also had a weapon, “shoot me, and that would be another charge on your record. you’d never get out of prison alive.”

“who said i wanted to be alive?” she yelled at you, tears running down her face.

“because if you didn't, you’d be in that building with the bomb you planted,” you put your hands down, realizing the type of person you were dealing with. you put the gun back into the holster, beginning to walk towards her. “if you truly didn't want to be alive, you'd sit in that room with that bomb and explode into smithereens along with every bedframe, every lamp, every tv, every–"

“shut up!” she shook the gun, threatening you. 

“i get it. you lost your job and way of life and wanted revenge. what better way to get revenge than blowing up everything and everyone you believed made you lose what you genuinely loved? am i right?”

“shut. up.”

“you never wanted anything like this to happen, did you? you have a family. loved your family so much that you took your husband’s car so we wouldn't even think it was you or link you to this,” you continued to walk to her.

“i’ll fucking shoot you!”

“do it.” 

her hands began shaking even more as your chest made contact with the nose of the gun. you stared into her eyes, glancing down at the gun for a quick moment. you watched her finger move to the trigger, almost pulling it before you moved out of the way. 

the bullet went through the car window as you grabbed onto her arm, dragging her to the ground. the gun skidded on the pavement as you held her arms behind her back.

“mrs. yim, i can't charge you. that's the police’s job. regardless, i can tell you that this is now an added attempted murder charge,” you told the woman, who, at this point, was sobbing. you pulled her up as she broke down.

“but i have to give it to you; you did it.”

you walked up to jacob’s car once the cops took over the rest of the situation. jacob rolled down the window as you posed in the blazer you wore.

“cute, right? the receptionist said i could keep it.”

“it’s alright,” sangyeon said, approaching you quietly.

you jumped again, fist balling up, “stop doing that!”

sangyeon chuckled, the butterflies returning at the sound, “you did good back there.”

“thanks,” you mumbled, hands crossed in front of you. “i guess you did pretty good disarming that bomb, too.”

“thanks.”

“but please don’t sneak up on me like that again!”

“okay, okay, i’m sorry. wait, woah… did you hear how easy that was?”

“how easy what was?”

“genuinely apologizing.”

yep, the butterflies were gone. 

“fuck you.”

he smirked, “please. if i let you, you would.”

he’s right, but you couldn't let him be as you opened the door to jacob’s car. you slipped the glasses back on your face, telling jacob to drive. jacob didn't drive quick enough because sangyeon leveled himself with your window.

“we’ll have to talk at some point; you have my number.”

jacob let out a soft “oop.” before driving off.

you rolled your eyes, pulled out your phone, and were ready to yell at eric.

you dialed his number, listening to it ring before he picked up.

“hello?”

“you fucker! you know what, next time you're in trouble during any mission, you better be able to save yourself.”

“woah? what did i do?” eric asked, the sound of him sliding a seat out being heard in the background.

“you left me on a mission with lee sangyeon? are you kidding me?”

“what are you talking about? i called off weeks before this.”

you looked over at jacob, one of his eyebrows raising at eric’s statement. 

“so, this wasn't your original mission?”

“no.”

“that damn kim younghoon.”

“you had a mission with hyung? how was it?”

“goodbye, eric.”

“wait! i wanted to know how it–"

jacob tapped a finger on the steering wheel once you hung up, “that's weird, right? why would mr. kim put you on a mission with sangyeon hyung if he doesn't even like him?”

this was a test for you. knowing younghoon, he wanted to see your self-restraint. what an asshole.

it was the next day, and you sat in the meeting room. one of your colleagues, sunwoo, sat beside you, and jacob was on the other side. your foot tapped on the floor as all of the other agents sat chatting with each other, jacob talked to kevin in english from across the table, you assumed they forgot you spoke it as well because the gossip they were spreading was definitely only english worthy. none of the other agents knew what they were saying, and the two knew it.

it wasn't until they got to younghoon did they stop, mainly because the boss himself walked in. everyone in the room stood up and bowed at him, except you. younghoon walked to the front of the room, barely acknowledging any of them before his eyes landed on you. you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms as he told everyone to sit, eyes still trained on yours.

you were a tough cookie to crumble, so he knew you weren't breaking eye contact any time soon. you were pissed, he could see it in your eyes, and it was just the way he wanted you.

he chuckled to himself, setting his folders down on his podium. he grabbed a remote for his slideshow before saying a quick, “good morning.”

jacob whispered to you, “what do you think this is about?”

“don’t know, could care less.”

“first, let's congratulate some of our team members for the job well done they did with the bomb threat yesterday. good work, mr. bae and agent l/n.”

the room clapped for you both, but you kept your eyes trained on the front.

“okay, let's get down to business. the reason i asked you all in here today was that…” he clicked to the next slide, and almost everyone in the room let out a gasp. the air quickly drained from the room as everyone looked at the screen: “targeted agents.”

your eyes widened. you were looking over at jacob, his eyes already on you.

“there's recently been threats sent to many agents across the two agencies here in seoul. someone has managed to hack and learn almost every single agent's name, position, and mission database. so far, we have gotten 10 people from not just here but also cre.ker to report these threats.”

he clicked to the next slide and spoke again: “threats so far have been sent to agent ju haknyeon of cre.ker, ms. lee chaeyeon of yz…”

“that’s why she’s not here…” you heard sunwoo say from beside you. sunwoo was quick to raise his hand and wave it.

“yes, agent kim?”

“chaeyeon was my partner; what do i… what do i do now?”

“well, i was going to get to that after i named all of the targeted people.”

sunwoo nodded, slowly putting his hand down. you pat his shoulder, looking back at the screen as he continued with the names.

“and last but not least on the targeted list, agent lee sangyeon.”

your jaw almost floored. in this situation, the pure mention of your ex’s name picked up your heart. 

“oh my gosh…” you heard jacob mumble, his jaw almost on the same level as yours.

“since i’m a civil man, i’ve decided to put my differences with cre.ker aside to get to the bottom of this. if you encounter any sort of threat, please be sure to report it as soon as possible and stay home. both cre.ker’s ceo and i have decided to continue missions but as larger teams.

so, back to agent kim’s point, you will team up with mr. bae and agent l/n until we can track down who’s in charge. for now, we don't know who we can trust in this building, so please don't spread too much information with anyone, don't spend too much time in open spaces alone, and please take care of each other.”

you all nodded as he said that various missions would be given to each team as soon as leads could be made. kevin took all of this in, and since he stayed in the office most of the time, he would be one to keep back and get any leads he could. as the meeting broke off, you and jacob both looked over at sunwoo, with wide grins on both of your faces.

“welcome to the best team here!” jacob beamed.

“you’ll love it with us.”

and he did, not by choice, however.

you took the time to stay together literally because you had an impromptu sleepover at jacob’s place that evening.

“but why'd it have to be at my place?”

“your apartment is bigger than mine,” you said, dropping your bags. sunwoo followed in, looking around as he sat on the couch with his bag. you looked over at sunwoo, motioning for him to drop the bag. he looked at you, hesitantly dropping it. “sunwoo, please. we aren't strangers and we’re good people.”

“i’m good people,” jacob said, walking to the kitchen.

you rolled your eyes, looking at sunwoo, “just relax. jacob, i’m calling eric.”

“why would you tell me?”

“oh, no reason…”

you smirked, sitting beside sunwoo on the couch as you whipped your phone out, dialed eric’s number, and quickly switched it to facetime.

it rang three times before he picked up the phone. “you can't get enough of me. how bad do you miss me?”

“shut up. i'm here with someone, sunwoo say hi.”

sunwoo looked at you, at the phone, and then back to you. 

“he’s shy. anyway, we're having a sleepover at jacob’s place–"

“no, we aren't!” jacob yelled from the kitchen.“it's too late for that, jacob! anyway–"

“i can’t come over.”

“oh? why not?”

“i’m–"

“eric, are you hungry or not?” you heard sangyeon’s voice in the background, his face coming into view. you quickly moved the phone back to sunwoo, shaking your head vigorously as sunwoo looked at you confused.

“y/n, i’m with- oh? where did she go?” eric asked. sunwoo looked at you, then went back to eric.

“she…” you tried to motion your finger towards the bathroom, but sunwoo, seemingly on purpose, didn't lie. he took his pointer finger and outstretched it to you, telling eric you were still holding the phone.

you sighed, turning the phone back to you, seeing sangyeon standing behind eric. he looked down at the phone as soon as eric said your name. you looked at sunwoo, glaring as he threw his hands up.

“you’re with sangyeon… i see…”

“hello, y/n.”

that was the first time he’d said your name since you'd seen him, and god, did it sound so good coming from him. you sucked in a breath, “so, why are you with him?”

“the whole threats stuff, i don't know if they talked about it to you guys this morning, but i’m kind of scared, y/n, but not really, you know? it's like…”

eric trailed on, but you couldn't focus on his words anymore. sangyeon was staring at you. how did you know? you noticed a slight glare in his eyes almost instantly. he looked so good, but when did he not. if you weren't in your right mind, you’d probably say something out of pocket for someone who was supposed to be over him.

“oh my gosh, i forgot. you two hate each other! my bad, y/n,” eric exclaimed, turning to look at sangyeon and then back to you.

“i don't hate–" sangyeon began.

“eric, are you drunk?” you asked, cutting off sangyeon.

“i may be a little tipsy. as i was saying, i’m with hyung and–"

“eric, i got extra food since you didn't say anything,” you heard a woman's voice from behind the camera.

“oh, thanks, noona. i was gonna tell you guys i wanted something, but y/n called.”

“who?” she asked, sangyeon letting out a chuckle.

“you know what, eric? i’m gonna let you go. have a good time,” you mumbled, hanging up before he could say anything else. “dammit.”

“who was that?” sunwoo asked, leaning back in his seat, finally getting somewhat comfortable.

“my mission partner from cre.ker.”

“no, i mean, the other guy. the guy you panicked seeing and the guy who was looking at you like he wanted to kill you and kiss you.” how funny.

“hah…”

sunwoo waited patiently, his eyes blinking slowly.

“my ex.”

his mouth formed an ‘o’ as he turned his attention to jacob, who had finally finished in the kitchen with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other. he looked up fake shock on his face.

“oh, you guys are still here.”

to jacob’s demise, you'd forced the sleepover to last four days. on the last day, you three were called to the office. 

there you sat, kevin standing in front of the room, waving at all three of you with a smile. before younghoon could come in, he walked over to you all, “be proud of me.”

“no thanks!” you grinned, looking up at him.

“i got leads; you should be proud.”

“i’m proud of you,” sunwoo said in english.

you, jacob, and kevin looked over at sunwoo, shocked, his eyes darting between you three.

“what?”

before you could speak up, younghoon walked in, but not alone. trailing behind him was cre.ker’s ceo and a few people coming in behind him: eric, the woman you've learned to be miyeon, a few unfamiliar faces, and another one of their agents you’ve seen before named hyunjae. eric grinned at you, sitting beside jacob, hitting his shoulder hard.

“ow,” jacob flinched, hitting him back. the two of them almost started to hit each other even more before you stopped them.

“kids, stop,” you joked, looking toward the front as younghoon cleared his throat.

“i have told my agents that i have set aside my differences with cre.ker, today shows that. welcome in cre.ker ceo yoon youngro; he’s going to help us get to the bottom of all of these targets. as you can also see, we are missing a few people, but don’t be alarmed. we have some of our best agents teaming up to complete this.”

“when i call your name,” continued mr. youngro, “you will be on the mission tomorrow, and that will be your team going forward. starting with eric seo, jung miyeon, jacob bae, y/n l/n, kim sunwoo, park jiwon, ji changmin, and last but not least, kevin moon.”

“me?! no, no, no, i don’t do missions!” kevin exclaimed, standing up.

“oh! i read ahead. my apologies mr. moon.”

you covered your mouth, stifling a laugh. jacob, on the other hand, let his laugh go free. kevin mumbled something before sitting back down, shooting a glare toward jacob.

“last on this list is one of my best agents other than lee sangyeon, lee hyunjae.”

before you could laugh at kevin more–he was still glaring at jacob, mouthing curses–you looked over toward the front, raising your hand.

“yes agent l/n?” younghoon asked.

“that is way too many people for one mission,” you say, a few people (sunwoo) nodding.

“as i said, these are heavy missions; we need as many people as we can get. also, suppose one of you goes on the list. in that case, we’ll still have a team of enough people to do the mission,” he responded, allowing mr. yoon to continue with the list of teams that will be together going forward. 

as he spoke, you couldn't help but notice hyunjae’s eyes on you. you glanced over at him, giving him a quick, soft smile. unsurprisingly, he sent one back; however, surprisingly, he winked along with it. your eyes widened before you looked back at jacob, and of course, he noticed. 

“oh wow,” he said, tapping eric’s shoulder. eric turned to look at him and then looked at you.

“what happened?” eric asked. 

“is hyunjae single?”

as the meeting wound down, the eight of you found yourselves left in the room together. it was eerily quiet, especially too quiet for you, jacob, and eric to be in the same room together.

“so what’s everyone’s specialty?” you asked them all, looking around the table and waiting for someone to speak up. “well… i guess i’ll go first. i’m a combat and disguise specialist. mainly a combat specialist. probably the best part of this job is its danger, am i right?”

you heard a small chuckle from hyunjae and sunwoo and earned a smile from eric. as you finished up, jacob was quick to talk after you, “i’m a technical and surveillance specialist. since it’s just been me and y/n for so long, we both had to take on multiple things, which worked out well for us.”

“hell yeah, it has,” you said, high-fiving jacob.

“can’t disarm a bomb, that's for sure,” miyeon mumbled under her breath, only for jiwon to hear and giggle. you eyed her, furrowing your brow, but before you could say anything–

“my turn!” eric exclaimed. “i’m a combat specialist, kind of a disguise specialist now since working with y/n; speaking of, i have been working with jacob and y/n forever, it feels like.”

“only a year,” jacob rebutted. eric rolled his eyes and continued to talk.

“... anyway, i was supposed to be working with changmin hyung, but–"

“but you never show,” changmin finishes his sentence.

eric looked appalled, “what? yes, i did. the first five times i did.”

“but then you got booked on tons of missions with y/n, and i get it. anyway, since i’m already talking, i’m a technical specialist.”

you nodded, elbowing sunwoo, prompting him to talk. 

“oh, well, i’m a combat specialist. my main old partner was a surveillance specialist,” sunwoo said, tapping his fingers on the table.

“i’m a technical specialist,” jiwon said, smiling. “my partner was juyeon, but he recently got put on the list as well.”

“so that’s where juyeon went…” eric expressed, tapping his chin. “you know i’ve been wondering, but now i remember all this stuff going on.”

“fucking idiot,” you mumbled, earning an oncoming hit from the younger one, only for you to dodge it and for it to hit sunwoo.

“ow.”

“sorry…” eric said, retracting his hand.

“if we could carry on. i’m a surveillance specialist. my partner was lee sangyeon. probably the most skilled combat specialist in korea,” miyeon said.

both you and hyunjae scoffed, the sound putting a sneer on miyeon’s face.

“i’m a combat specialist, but if we're talking the best, i would like to say it's me or even y/n,” hyunjae expressed, “you’re pretty good at what you do.”

“oh? how would you know that?” you asked him, tilting your head slightly.

“i’ve seen you train before, back when you were a rookie.”

“oh… uh, we don't have to bring those times up–"

“oh my gosh! rookie y/n was so funny,” jacob laughed. “good thing they paired her with me. she didn't know any sort of korean. oh, and how she looked the first time sangyeon talked to her. she was all- ow!”

you punched him. there’s no other way that jacob would shut up, and you knew it. one thing you didn't notice was how miyeon rolled her eyes at the mention of sangyeon’s name.

“anyways!” you exclaimed, “i think–"

“shouldn’t we be talking about the mission?” miyeon asked, cutting you off.

“well, we can't talk about the mission if we don't know what this mission is. obviously, we have to wait for kevin to come back,” you said, lip quirked up in annoyance. miyeon crossed her arms, looking back at jiwon and whispering to her.

you looked at eric, subtly pointing at her, questioning what her deal was. eric shrugged his shoulder, just as confused as you.

“hey, fuckers!” kevin yelled as he walked in. “oh, oh yeah, i forgot there were other people in here. hello.” kevin bowed at the others, sitting in one of the chairs near the head of the table and connecting his laptop to the big screen. “so, i have some pretty good leads. sorry for taking a while, i was trying to gather my thoughts and make this as cohesive as possible before i came in here.”

kevin began talking, clicking through the slides he had made. “recently, there have been buzzes about an underground syndicate. the syndicate has been known to target a few agents before; however, they were proven to stop targeting agents forever ago due to many men falling short of taking over.”

“the lee-yang syndicate?” you asked, leaning back in your seat, having learned of the group from jacob a year in the agency. kevin nodded, clicking on the next slide.

“yep, and they're back. apparently, under some new directive, they're powerful enough to crack into most of our systems and take over many emails. this list right now seems to be random, so please stay clear.”

you all nodded as kevin continued, “tomorrow, the mission is to get into one of their bases, boss has given me a location, and it seems as though it’s under a hair salon in yongsan–"

“does it really require this many people, though?” miyeon cut kevin off, hand raised.

you looked over at jacob this time, who looked as bothered as you.

“well, usually, no, but that's what i was getting to. we don't know how powerful they are now, so going in larger groups is safer. no one knows when or where they will be targeted, so it's better for you all to work together on this. right now, we're getting leads on the main boss. this, unfortunately, isn’t someone we've taken down before.”

as kevin clicked on the next slide, it showed a detailed plan, leading to a grander picture of the mr. lee, who was supposedly now in charge. 

“so that’s the man in charge?” sunwoo asked.

“looks like a goof to me,” eric joked, causing you and jacob to stifle laughs.

“that's what i said!” kevin quipped along.

“can we please be a bit more serious about this? my poor sangyeon is in danger because of this,” miyeon expressed.

“your sangyeon?” you mumbled, shaking your head, before eric spoke again.

“she means our sangyeon. my poor hyung,” eric dramatically gripped his heart, fake sobbing before sunwoo hit his shoulder. eric looked up to see who hit him, but sunwoo started swatting at a fake fly.

“woah, i’m sorry, there was a fly on your shoulder.”

once the meeting was done, you said goodbye to eric as you, jacob, and sunwoo went to jacob’s car. once you and jacob had dropped sunwoo off, he began to make his way to your apartment. the ride was silent, a comfortable silence.

“that miyeon is something else, isn't she?” jacob examined.

“i don't see how eric and sangyeon deal with her,” you expressed, tapping your fingers on your thighs.

“you seemed a little jealous about that ‘my poor sangyeon’ thing,” jacob tried hiding his laugh, the key word being tried.

“jealous?! no, i was annoyed because she kept cutting everyone off.”

“but you said, and i quote, ‘your sangyeon?’ as if she had claimed something that was yours…”

“he basically is still mine,” you mumbled, looking out the window.

“you really have to work on your mumbling,” jacob chuckled.

“stop it!” you groaned, watching as he pulled into your apartment complex’s parking lot. as soon as he parked, you got out of the car, almost forgetting to unbuckle your seatbelt. you didn’t even say goodbye as you ran to your apartment. 

the day drained you, and it felt like luck wouldn’t be on your side. you’re stuck with miyeon, with jiwon, and even worse, you’re still stuck with eric. as you made your way into the apartment, you closed the door with your foot, locked it, crashing on the couch.

thoughts ran through your mind as you lay on your couch. much of your thoughts surround the danger your ex was in. although you’re acting like you don't care, your heart has been at your feet since you learned about the situation. to be fair, it has been nothing but hell for you since sangyeon walked out of your apartment that night. your mind, no matter how many times you told it not to, lingered on him, his smile, his lips, his laugh, him.

you grew to love sangyeon even when you were just friends; the love never left. you missed lee sangyeon. you wholeheartedly missed him. however, your pride wouldn't allow you to say that aloud. at the end of the day, your pride led to your breakup's demise. your pride is your job. your pride is, unfortunately, in making kim younghoon happy. 

it was mission day. this was the first mission with this team you didn't want to be on, but if it was to keep you all safe, so be it. you all gathered outside the cre.ker building; two cars surrounded you as you tried to break into two teams of four.

“all i know is i can't be separated from jacob,” you said, crossing your arms, sunglasses resting on your head. the disguise you had on was simple; you had made yourself somewhat unrecognizable, but who would know you in the first place.

“yeah, were a package deal,” jacob said, leaning up against his suv beside you.

“and i don’t want to be a woman stealer, hyunjae hyung, but–" eric began.

“miyeon and i can go together,” hyunjae declared. miyeon looked over at eric before nodding toward hyunjae.

“but–"

“we can go with jacob and y/n, eric,” changmin said, walking over to stand with you.

“sounds good to me,” you said, nodding towards the suv.

eric didn't complain more as he started walking.

“we all know the plan, right? we don't need anyone messing up,” miyeon said, focusing her gaze on you.

you couldn’t help but stare back, “we know it.”

“good.”

“okay~ let's go,” jacob said, pulling you toward the car. as you got in the back with eric, you groaned, looking around.

“what are you looking for?” eric questioned.

“something to fucking punch,” you stated simply, punching the headrest of the driver's seat a millisecond before jacob sat in it.

jacob turned around to face you with wide eyes, “were you trying to punch me?”

“no. unless your name is miyeon, i wasn't.”

“why would you want to punch miyeon?” changmin asked, looking at you.

“no reason. no reason at all.”

it took almost thirty minutes to get to the location, behind the building, across the street. you stared out the window, finding jiwon pulling up beside the suv you were in. 

during the ride, you had eric change clothes and put on a wig. you then applied unrecognizable makeup on him, some of it becoming wonky during the car ride, but you managed to make it work. eric turned to you; his shirt was lopsided, and the fabric was covered in polka dots. he looked like a mess, but as he said, he only became okay in disguise when he started doing missions with you.

“oh wow… you look–"

“great, i know!” eric said, showing off his attire. “the pink dots really suit my eyes.”

“they- they sure do! we should go now, right, jacob?” you questioned, unbuckling yourself as you leaned forward.

“well, not yet,” jacob said, staring at the screen in front of him. “it's not safe. a few of their members are lurking around the building… i’m not sure why.”

you leaned up, holding onto the driver’s seat to look at the screen. surely enough, two men stood outside the salon laughing and talking while sipping their coffee. it was weird how casual they were being, but you brushed it off, saying:

“i’ll be okay. doesn't seem like they're paying much attention anyway.”

“y/n, be careful,” changmin voiced as you opened the vehicle door. you gave a simple nod, grabbing the fake nametag as you stepped out of the suv. you looked around. sunwoo was standing by the shop's back door, and you were all parked behind. hyunjae was already making his way in.

“were you waiting on me? how sweet sun–"

“hurry up, we gotta get to the back of the salon,” you heard miyeon yell from the suv.

you sneered, looking at her, “you're supposed to be stealthy.”

“just speed up, y/n; you can't call yourself the best if you–"

“can we actually hurry?” sunwoo asked. you looked over at him, nodded and walked into the shop. as you left with a coffee or two, you walked across the street.

as you said, neither man acknowledged you as you walked into the vibrant salon; maybe the polka dots for eric were a good idea. a few workers knew you were coming, but none of the customers did.

“welcome in,” the woman at the front desk said over the music playing. you walked up to the front desk, smiling as you showed her your nametag. she nodded, knowing exactly who you were, and a soft ‘hello’ left her mouth.

she stood up and walked over to an empty station. “this’ll be where you'll be for the day. if possible, please don't take any of our actual customers.”

“i won't,” you chuckled, earning a small laugh from her as well. as the laughter died down a mere second after it had started, her face turned earnest, and the smile left her face.

“i’m serious.”

once she said that she walked away and sat at the front desk. you watched as she brought two fingers to her eyes and then pointed them directly at you. forget the syndicate underground; this lady scared you.

you focused back on your station, masking yourself with the hustle and bustle of the other stylists. you began to fiddle with the products lying around on the vanity, humming the music that played. you heard the tuning of your earpiece, almost choking as you watched eric enter the establishment. he looked worse than you thought.

he walked over to the front desk before strutting to you with a huge grin. you tried your hardest not to look at him in disgust, but he made it difficult by greeting people in the other chairs. you turned around to face the mirror, keeping your face out of view so no one could see your displeased look.

“it's a mirror, y/n. i can see how you're looking at me,” he whispered, sitting in the seat.

you grimaced, walking behind him, turning his chair around to face the mirror, and playing your hands in the wig. “so, uh, what are we doing today?”

“i'm not sure. i was thinking of a trim and a nice dye. do you think a pretty rainbow color would look good on me? i mean, any color looks good, but you get what i mean. or maybe! a perm. dye and a perm? i think i'll do all three, please.”

eric looked at you through the mirror. your eyes were squinted, and it looked like your lip was twitching to say something, but you held off. “okay,” you said through gritted teeth.

twenty minutes had passed, and you were adding pretty pink rollers into eric’s ‘hair,’ deciding to do only the perm. you were shocking yourself with how efficiently you were doing this. you may not know how accurately you were doing it, but it looked right to you. as you were getting into the groove of things (and trying to ignore the glares from the lady at the front desk), jacob spoke in your ear,

“y/n, eric, the others have entered the bottom of the premises; also, the two other men have gone, so please be careful.”

you looked down at eric, and both of you nodded to each other in agreement.

after fifteen more minutes, you had eric sit under a dryer, where he talked to other older women about things he saw in magazines.

“i don't know, i don't think she wore it better. it’s obviously the leggings that are ruining it,” eric said, showing the lady beside him what he was looking at. she looked over, shaking her head, and pointed at something on the same page.

“no, the leggings make sense. can't you see? it suits how the dress is supposed to look,” she argues, tapping her pointer finger on the page to get the point across.

“yeah, if you’re in a 2000s bad teen rom-com, this is outdated and tacky,” eric said as you walked over to them both to check on the wig. “y/n, agree with me.” 

eric turned the magazine to you as you looked over it. “it's cute. i mean, the leggings kind of suit it.”

eric groaned, tossing his hands up in exasperation. “no one gets it. do any of you understand fashion?”

“eric! y/n! something went wrong down there, so you two have to get people out of the building as soon as possible. they’re making their way up, and so far, it doesn't look pretty.” changmin yelled into the mic, causing you and eric to look at each other wide-eyed.

that was when you heard a gunshot. it was loud and clear to everyone in there, from the bullet that shot up from the ground to the first piercing scream.

you really hoped that no one down there was killed, but up where you and eric were, the goal of getting everyone out calm and orderly was shot to death. 

women and men started running out, except for a select few who were too shocked to move. eric quickly stood up, guiding people out. even those frozen in place were soothed by eric’s calmness in their compromising circumstances.

you also tried to help, getting to the other side as you saw a lady under a dryer, reading a book with earphones in her ears. she looked familiar…

you bent down to eye level, tapping her on her knee, “ma'am, we need you to leave the pre–"

she glanced up at you, furrowing her brows in disgust. she took her earphones out and laid them on her lap, “the pesky cop from the hotel.”

you babbled like a baby as you tried to make sense of the situation, “you're the grandmot- i mean mother from the hotel. well, unfortunately, i need you to leave out of here, too. also, i’m not a cop–"

“here we go again. is this place going to blow up, too? am i not safe anywhere? are you stalking me?”

“ma'am. to answer your first question, no. to answer the other questions, yes and no. you’ll be safe if you leave right now. just–"

“you know what? this time, you stalker cop, you’re doing me a favor. i get to leave here with a free hairdo and some money left in my pocket.”

“i’m not a–"

you couldn't finish your sentence yet again as she stood up, brushed past you, and waltzed her way out of the establishment. you looked around, eyeing eric as he guided the last customer from the salon.

you reached into your inside jacket pocket and pulled out your weapon. you watched eric yank his styling cape off, pulling his polka-dotted shirt from his pants. he reached under the oversized shirt, pulling his gun from the holster. you glanced over at eric, snorting a bit before turning away.

“what?” he asked, not noticing the wig was still on his head.

“nothing, nothing. let’s go,” you coughed out to hide your laughter. eric slowly nodded along, still confused, as the two of you made your way to the back of the shop.

you heard another gunshot as you opened the door, crouching behind a large dumpster. you brought eric down with you, listening in for either jacob or changmin to speak.

“the two men from before, they have weapons drawn. they’ll be walking up to the two of you in about thirty seconds. remember, don't kill them,” changmin advised.

“do you have a tranq?” eric asked in a whisper.

you nodded as you dug into your other pocket, pulling out a single tranquilizing dart. eric reached under the shirt again, opening a pouch to grab his own before the two reached you. 

“on three, you get the heavy one, and i’ll get the taller one,” eric whispered.

“why do i have to get the heavier one?” you argued.

“you’re stronger,” he disputed with no shame. “plus, you have the agility to get him, duh.”

“well, if you put it like that. you're absolutely right.”

eric clicked his tongue in annoyance before asking the two in the car how close the men were.

“ten seconds…” jacob began.

you and eric got in position as jacob told you both which sides you'd have to get since he'd heard the plan eric provided. it was now five seconds, four, three, two…

you and eric popped out behind the two men as they passed you both. eric jumped on top of one, keeping him quiet with the sleeve of his shirt: baically a headlock. you, on the other hand, had your guy in a choking position. you counted eric down before both of you put each of them to sleep with the darts.

as the guys slumped, you let out a breath, turning around to be greeted by a running sunwoo. he was alone, three guys chasing him. you and eric drew your weapons, pointing them at the men chasing sunwoo. sunwoo stopped once he reached the two of you, holding up his own gun, glancing at eric, and snorting at him almost as loud as you did.

“why are you laughing at me now?” eric asked sunwoo, glancing at him.

“shh, we’re in a standoff,” sunwoo said, sucking in his lips once more.

“hey, sunwoo?” you began, your eyes still locked on the three men before you.

“yeah?”

“can you turn around for me real fast and start running again?”

“what? why would i do that when it’s 3-on-3 already?”

“trust me.”

so he did. sunwoo lowered his gun, slowly turned, and jolted once again. eric looked over at you, confused, as the one in the middle started running again, seemingly forgetting you and eric were still right there.

as he started running, you grabbed his arm perfectly pulling him into your grasp and placing two fingers on one of his pressure points. once he wilted in your hold, you wrapped your forearm around his throat, all while keeping the gun pointed at the other man in front of you. you kicked the man's hand, the gun falling from his defenseless body.

“holy shit,” eric mumbled.

“i knew one of them was gonna be stupid enough to try and go after sunwoo. i guess this is why they failed the first time, dumbasses. now put your weapon up and use your fucking combat,” you urged, dropping the man in your arms to his knees. eric snickered at you, nodding his head before putting the gun down.

he turned to the guy in front of him, shrugging to himself before running towards him. eric was as proficient as most combat specialists, and you trusted his skills more than you did anyone’s (other than sangyeon’s). when eric joined you and jacob, he was a rookie. through that year and a half, you watched eric bloom into one of the best agents in the country. if him beating this guy’s ass wasn't telling enough for others, it was sure enough telling for you.

as you were about to get the other one, you saw the door behind him swing open and watched as someone ran out to attack him. the man didn't stand a chance to even try to lunge at you as he was battered to the ground… by lee fucking sangyeon.

once they both took the men down, you couldn't keep the look off your face. the look of bewilderment and a bit of contempt. you weren't upset he was there–kind of–but you were pissed he was out and about when there were obvious threats against him. so in other words, you were upset he was there.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you questioned, making your way toward him.

“we don't have time. we have to go,” sangyeon said, placing a hand on your head to turn you back around. “let's get out of here. police have already been called.”

before you could say anything else, sangyeon started running, fast. you looked over at eric, but he was still looking at sangyeon, puzzled. he once again shrugged to himself as he took your hand and began running to where the cars were now parked. jacob was standing outside the suv, leaning on the back of it. since sangyeon made it before you and eric, he and jacob were in the middle of a conversation.

jacob stopped talking and looked over at you as you approached. 

“what. the. fuck are you doing here?” you yelled, stomping over to the older man. you pointed a finger at him, and you had a frustrated frown.

sangyeon threw his hands up in defense, “it wasn't me. miyeon phoned me in, and you know i can't bail on a good fight.”

“that woman is so… you know you're not supposed to be out in public like this! are you that dumb?” you expressed, your hands placed on your hips.

sangyeon slowly dropped his hands, the same smirk you swore you'd seen before gracing his stupidly handsome face, “agent l/n, if i’m not mistaken, it seems like you're worried about me.”

“no, it’s just; what if someone ends up on this list because you wanted to be in a fight?”

“then they'll be on the list, and who knows, maybe it would be my fault. would you be as worried for them as you are for me?” he leaned towards you, tauntingly close. your arms crossed over your chest as you looked him in the eyes.

“i’d be worried about anyone on that list, regardless of who they are.”

“oh, really? because i highly doubt that, y/n. i know you weren't this worried when they announced your new little friend’s partner's name, did you?”

“who?”

“sunwoo’s partner.”

“how do you know about her being put on the list?” you challenged accusatively.

“we work in partnering agencies now. obviously, i know everyone else on the list, plus jacob told me,” sangyeon nodded toward jacob, glancing at him briefly. 

“well, even then, you have no idea how i reacted.”

“and somehow, i still know you didn't act like this.”

“act like what?”

“like you're scared that hit will be successful on me.”

“shut up. you don't know shit about me.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

jacob cleared his throat, almost feeling like a third wheel since eric had made his way into the suv already. he was about to speak before miyeon walked over, seeing you and sangyeon so close to each other. you looked over at her, noting how upset she looked at the mere sight of you two being near each other. you swiftly moved away from sangyeon before shifting your gaze back to him.

“oh look, your girlfriend’s waiting for you,” you said intrusively, entering the suv.

you took one more peek at sangyeon, not finding him but catching a satisfied smile on miyeon’s face as she walked up to him, a hand on his arm. you considered that she heard you as you hopped in the suv, looking around again, feeling like you needed something to punch. since jacob wasn't in the car yet, you punched his headrest a millisecond before he got in.

jacob jumped, looking around the seat to you, not a trace of remorse on your face.

“okay, this time, you were trying to punch me,” jacob said, closing his door and watching the other suv take off before him.

“if your name is sangyeon or miyeon, you're right,” you said, sitting back in your seat.

“now you want to punch hyung? are you just like your boss and don't like cre.ker?” changmin interrogated.

“don’t you ever compare me to that walking piece of garbage.”

“yeah, don't ever. she's much better,” eric said, sitting back, not realizing he still had the wig with the pretty pink rollers in it.

“nice hair, eric. the pink rollers go well with the polka dots,” jacob said before starting the suv engine.

eric needed answers. he pulled out his phone and opened his camera app, his eyes widening. “that's why i was being laughed at!?”

“so who ruined it?” you asked, leaning back in your chair, looking up at everyone in the room. “i know damn well it wasn’t eric or i.”

the day after, you were all called to the office building. it was not only shocking that kim younghoon insisted you all come together again in his office specifically, but he was in the same room at the same time as lee sangyeon. the room was unmoving, silent, and tense. no one wanted to take accountability–

“it was hyunjae,” sunwoo declared, crossing his arms looking at him. 

hyunjae looked down at his hands, unable to look up and see the disappointment on his boss’s face.

“how did you fuck up?” you asked him, tapping your foot. the ever-growing impatience getting to you.

“i got caught. i got caught before i even made it to the location i was supposed to search, i’m sorry,” he apologized, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“i can’t believe this. we even had to drag agent lee out into the public just because you had to go and ruin the mission. do you realize how dangerous and irresponsible it was of you?” mr. youngro clamored. you looked over at jacob, feeling uncomfortable as he continued to yell at the man. hyunjae looked like a child being scolded. “i’m so disappointed in you.”

“okay! we get it, but that day is over. hyunjae messed up, yeah, sure. but–" sangyeon started.

“but shouldn’t you be getting upset at sangyeon himself for putting himself in danger, or maybe get upset with miyeon for calling him when she knew he was on the list? this wasn't a one-person thing,” you said, looking over at both miyeon and sangyeon.

miyeon scoffed, rolling her eyes. god, you hated that.

“something wrong, jung?” you inquired. “you’d think that if you cared so much about your own partner, you’d want him safe, right?”

“of course i want him safe–"

“then why did you call him? did you want to see him so badly? you put your little fucking crush over his own and our protection?” you interrogated. at this point, the words left your mouth faster than you could stop them.

miyeon looked shocked, sending glances to sangyeon. sangyeon looked over at you in dismay as miyeon continued, “you're so dense, y/n. do you realize how you sound right now?”

“enlighten me. tell me how i sound.”

“like a bitter ex-girlfriend.”

“oh fuck out of here!”

“oh, and it didn't seem like you were that upset seeing him yesterday, anyway. you were all close to him and stuff. at this point, it's sad.”

younghoon perked up at that, eyes squinting as he looked at you. you shared a gaze with him, seeing his own disappointment. you couldn't care less as you looked back over at miyeon.

“sad? baby, i don't want him. (lies) you can have him. (no, she can’t) it's a matter of whether he wants you or not,” you jeered, looking over at sangyeon and then back to the woman you were talking to. “but this isn't about him, though. it's about your dumbass decisions and the way you chose to handle your groupmate’s mistakes.”

miyeon was taken aback as you kept talking, “if you and jiwon were as good as you say or even the slightest protective over these guys as you were your own partners, you would've told hyunjae there was someone on his ass, but you didn't. you’re selfish and inconsiderate, just like your fucking partner.”

“me, inconsiderate?” sangyeon exclaimed, “me?”

“yes, you. you agreed to come out of hiding, didn't you?”

“i did, but it was to save hyunjae’s ass. you can't put the blame all on miyeon because hyunjae didn't do his job correctly,” sangyeon retorted angrily. hyunjae looked over at him and balled his fist up, his eyes squinted as he darted at the older agent.

“i didn't mess up fully. as y/n said, it wasn't all my fault!” hyunjae tried to rebut. you nodded your head over at hyunjae agreeing with him. hyunjae gave you a small smile, thanking you for agreeing as he returned to sangyeon. sangyeon caught the interaction, clenching his jaw at hyunjae. hyunjae saw him, sneering, thinking it was the mistake sangyeon was so upset at.

“please, hyunjae, you’ve always needed sangyeon’s help on these things, i feel bad, but it is always you specifically,” miyeon spoke.

“that's not true at all.”

“it kind of is, hyung,” changmin said. “but i’m not putting all the blame on you.”

“well, as i was saying, the job wasn't done properly, so putting the blame on just miyeon is ridiculous,” sangyeon argued.

“oh, look! something you and your girlfriend have in common, not taking accountability for your parts in this whole thing.”

“i for one know you, you y/n l/n, aren’t talking about taking accountability. did you forget what happened?”

“how can i forget when you bring it up anytime i see you, fucking jerk, not realizing that i did what i did to save my job? you need to get over it. focus on miyeon, right?”

“you've got to be kidding me! are you making a scene because your mind is making up bullshit scenarios?”

“you know what, sangyeon, maybe it was a mistake i dated you in the first place. maybe it was right for you and miyeon to end up together. you’re both raging assholes that just don’t give a fuck and care about you only,” you stood up, and jacob followed you up. jacob wrapped his arm around you, looking at your boss and youngro.

“here you go again. you keep talking about something that's not even true, and you know it wasn't a mistake dating me. stop faking it. and if i did only care about me, i wouldn’t have cared to text or call you all i did when you did go and break up with me. it’s you who doesn’t fucking care.”

“oh fuck you.”

“okay! okay! mr. bae, please guide agent l/n to her desk. we aren’t getting anywhere if all of you are yelling at each other,” youngro said, rubbing his forehead as he paced the office.

jacob dragged you out to the office desk you rarely used, sitting you in your seat. you felt tears in your eyes as your hand shook. jacob put his hand up, palm facing you as you looked over at him. you let out a sigh, sucking up those tears as you weakly punched his hand.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. breathe,” jacob soothed.

“is that the talking he wanted to do, huh?”

jacob didn't respond, letting you calm down for a few minutes. after about ten minutes, jacob turned around when he heard the door open again. he watched everyone except the two bosses and sangyeon walk out. miyeon looked over at you, laughing, before walking to the elevators.

eric looked at you, pouting his way over. sunwoo also walked over and sat on your other side. he seemed slightly guilty, but you didn't know what for. “i’m sorry.” he said.

“for what?” you asked, but he didn't get to respond as you saw youngro and sangyeon walk off. youngro guided sangyeon out, and younghoon walked out a few seconds later. his face was red as if he had something to say as well. you didn’t look any longer, hearing eric’s words but not comprehending any of them.

sangyeon, as he walked past, had his eyes locked dead on you. he again had no readable emotion on his face. still, when you tried to look away, your eyes were back on him again. another thing you didn't catch was younghoon on the other side of the room, watching as the two of you stared at each other.

he was shocked it was you arguing with sangyeon and not him, but this somehow felt worse.

it was the end of the day, you felt free being able to sit the whole day, no mission. kevin came up to you, bending down and showing you his laptop. “we have a new mission for tomorrow.”

“is it with the whole group again? because i don't know if i'm going to be able to do it,” you said, looking at the laptop, reading it over before looking back at your own screen.

“unfortunately, yes.”

“well! looks like you’re showing the wrong person.”

“you okay?”

“i’m great, honestly, fabulous, really!”

kevin looked at you, furrowing his brows and nodding as he stood up. “i don’t believe you, but i’ll walk away anyway.”

you sighed, slamming your head on your desk before you heard a ping on your monitor. you watched your email symbol brighten and blink as you hovered your mouse over it. you double-clicked, opened the email, and saw you had several unread emails. you looked at the top message, deciding to click on it.

your eyes trailed over the words, each sentence made you raise your head slowly, your stomach drop, and your eyes widen. the final words of the email: 

“you’re now on our list. you can hide, but for how long?”

“but i don’t want to…” you sighed, sitting on your couch.

“it's the only way to keep you safe, y/n. i fucking hate this,” jacob said, pacing back and forth.

“but do i really have to stay in a random house?”

“it's a house that hasn't been tracked by any of them, plus it's really nice. just c’mon before i start crying and shit.”

“crying? jacob, why would you cry?”

“because now i’m stuck with people i don't really know or like and, worst of all, eric.”

“i heard that!” eric said, walking out of your room with your bags. “my poor y/n. i can't believe you're on that stupid fucking list now.”

“oh well, all i can do is hide, and if that doesn't work, i’ll die.”

“don't say that!” both eric and jacob yelled simultaneously.

“okay! okay! jeez… let's go already.”

you trudged to the car, getting in, leaning back in your seat. you wished you could sleep this all away, but it didn't happen. as soon as you woke up, you found yourself parked in front of one the largest houses you'd ever seen.

“boss hooked it up, so now there should be everything you need in there,” jacob said, getting out. you followed suit, looking up at it, sighing softly as you walked up the grand front doors. the door was unlocked as you twisted the knob and walked in. your eyes instantly looked around. it was almost as beautiful on the inside as on the outside.

eric brought in your bags, eyes widening at the interior. “can i be put on the list, too? i want to stay here.”

“oh, shut up and take the bags to her room. come on, i’ll show you to it. i got to see the house before you did,” jacob said, walking towards a large room. he pushed the door open, eric plopped the bags down only to run to the bed. 

“it’s so soft.”

“you’re telling me i have to stay in this big ass house alone?”

ironically, after you said that you heard the door open and shut, a murmur of voices came from the front of the house as you three walked back to the living room.

“no fucking way,” jacob whispered.

you came out of the room last. once you walked down the hallway, your eyes met the one out of two men you didn't want to see. it was lee sangyeon, of course. a lee sangyeon carrying bags himself.

“what are you doing here?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“no, what are you doing here?” he asked, his face contorted in disgust. 

“i asked you first.”

“well, he asked you second,” miyeon said from behind him.

“butt out.”

jacob scratched the back of his neck, “this was the address younghoon gave me.”

“why does he keep doing this?” you groaned, walking over to the couch. you plopped down, covering your face as you heard jacob’s phone beep.

“shit… we gotta go, y/n, mission calls,” he said, nodding toward the door. eric waved, walking behind jacob, and miyeon rubbed sangyeon’s arm, walking out a few seconds after. once the door shut, the room became silent. you sat there for a bit before standing up and going to your new room without another word.

and that’s how it had been for the past few days with you two. there was silence, barely any words in the house unless they were coming from a screen. 

yes, you’ve passed each other in the hallway. 

yes, you’ve looked at each other for far too long at periods. 

yes, you left food out in case he wanted something to eat and vice versa. 

yes, you've seen him walk from the bathroom borderline naked because, for some reason, he wanted to use the shower in the bathroom closest to the living room and the one closest to your room. 

yes, you started wanting to talk to him on your third day. 

yes, you've started missing him. 

yes, the close proximity was getting to you. 

but no, you can't break first.

and you didn't. this distance, both close and far at the same time, was getting to sangyeon as well. so as you sat in the living room of the house, legs crossed, watching a movie, sangyeon found it the perfect time to sit beside you.

not a word was said; you didn't even look at him. you could smell his natural musk mixed with the cologne he was wearing. he’d always smelt so good. his fingers tapped his thigh as he leaned back, looking at the tv screen.

your eyes flickered everywhere until they finally landed on his side profile. he was actually a dream—a dream you never wanted to wake up from but were forced to. your eyes traveled from his eyes to his nose, lips, and jaw and right back to his eyes… which were now staring into yours. his eyes looked down at your lips, the bottom one trapped between your teeth out of nervousness.

his eyes looked back into yours, the emotion still unreadable, but one emotion showing through more than it had the first time you guys were together. lust. 

your breathing began to pick up, the feeling of butterflies weighed heavy in your stomach, and you were sure your hands were fiddling with something, but you couldn't look or feel. sangyeon’s gaze felt like it was taking up all your senses.

you heard sangyeon mumble, “fuck it.” before he leaned in and kissed you so hard it knocked all the wind out of you. once he felt you not kiss back, he pulled away with his eyes closed.

“i’m sorry. i-i got caught up in the moment and–"

“shut the hell up,” you said before you reached over and kissed him just as hard. the built-up emotion, the craving, and the need were all coming in full force. 

sangyeon grabbed your hand, pulling you in his lap before picking you up by the thighs. you cradled his face, feeling his tongue hot against yours. the kiss was sensual, heavy, and so passionate it could weaken anyone. sangyeon walked you both into his room, which you were seeing for the first time as he laid you on his bed.

sangyeon pulled away from the kiss for a second, watching you chase his lips. he chuckled softly, pecking your lips repeatedly until you had to speak.

“i need you,” you said, feeling his lips hover over yours once again to go into another peck. “i need you so bad, sangyeon. i really need you to fuck the feelings away if you have to. i need you to fuck me like you hate me.”

sangyeon paused his pecks, his eyes pierced daggers into yours, “i can't.”

“huh?” you asked timidly. did you fuck up by saying that? is that not what he wanted?

he pressed his lips onto yours again, this time not in a peck, as his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, “you know i fucking can't,” he continued. he didn't let you get out a response before his lips were on yours again. 

“i love you, and you know that, don't you? as much as i want to hate you, i just can't.” his lips met yours again. “i should be fucking pissed off at you for the little ‘your girlfriend’ stunt you pulled in front of miyeon. why’d you do it? why say any of it? because you were jealous of her? you don't get to be fucking jealous if someone has a crush on me.”

“i’m not jeal–" he shut you up quick.

another kiss left you breathless, “i should've hated you when you wouldn't respond to me on the first mission we had together in a long time.” another kiss. “and i for damn sure should've hated you that night. the night you broke my heart into pieces, but guess what… i couldn't bring myself to hate you.”

you looked up at sangyeon and listened to every emotion flood from his mouth like a waterfall. you watched the pool of emotions in his eyes become more complex, which you didn't think was possible. a part of you continued to break from its shell as he talked.

“i found love in you, y/n, something i hadn’t been able to find in any other woman, and you took that for granted. it's been a year, i should despise you. when i saw you at that damn banquet, it was either i keep my eyes off of you and wallow in the fact that when i look at you, my stomach turns to mush, or i stare at you and realize how bad you messed up my mind for that whole fucking year. i should hate you, but i just. can't. do. it. 

so instead, i’m gonna fuck you how i should have been fucking you for a year. i’m gonna fuck you, so even if we don't do this again, you won't be able to take anyone the way you're about to take me. i’m gonna fuck you so your pretty body, your pretty mind, your whole being will regret the time you hurt me and only remember how good it was with me. i’m gonna fuck you like the love of your life should, do you understand me?”

“yes.”

“good, now i’ll shut the fuck up, and you’ll let me take care of you.”

sangyeon’s lips found purchase on your neck, licking and sucking at your pulse, not leaving a mark but oh so badly wanting to. he ran his hands up and down your body, seemingly trying to re-familiarize himself with every dip, crevice, and softness he felt the first time.

“you remember when we had sex the first time?”

you nodded.

“you think you could sit on my face properly this time? meaning, without a fight of me declaring my love for you?”

“a-again? are you sure you want–”

“i’m positive. don’t think i didn't catch you staring at my nose, baby. i know you want it too.”

sangyeon lifted your shirt a bit, kissing down your stomach, passing where you wanted him and down to your thighs. bless your senses in not wearing any panties tonight. you were sure sangyeon could tell you weren't wearing any because the arousal that was leaking from you was certainly not going unnoticed. he spread your legs wider, biting the insides of your thighs before looking up at you through his lashes.

this was a beautiful man.

“okay, let's go,” he said, not giving you any time to move. he sat up, tossed his shirt off and forced you up. he laid on his back with you still in his arms, and made you straddle his chest. his hands latched on to the hem of your shorts, pulling them down. you lifted up for a little bit, kicking them off as you kissed him once more.

“kissing is great and all, but if i don't feel your pussy on my tongue in the next five seconds, i might pass away,” he said, licking your bottom lip.

“you went without my pussy for a year and a half, i think you'll survive five seconds,” you quipped.

“mmm, baby, you don’t get how tortuous it was for me. you should’ve left a little gift for me before you decided to run out and break up with me.”

“maybe this time i’ll give you enough to remember.”

“then give it to me.”

you said not another word. your confidence was higher than the first time you both did this: kind of. you crawled up to his face and watched his pupils dilate from just the mere sight of your sopping pussy above his mouth for the first time in what felt like an eternity. as you lowered your hips, sangyeon thought you were going too slow. he grabbed both of your ass cheeks, dragging you down on his tongue.

a shuddered moan left your throat as his tongue lay flat on your folds. just this felt perfect, but you knew sangyeon wouldn't stand you being stagnant for much longer, so you started moving your hips. 

oh, how you could tell he still had a thing for your ass. his hands barely left it as his tongue delved into your pussy. you were melting onto his tongue almost like an ice cream cone, and he couldn't waste a single droplet of you.

if you could tape the moan he let out from just tasting you, you’d keep it on repeat forever.

“you taste..” he couldn’t stay off of you for too long. “so fucking…” he sighed into you, pushing his face further into you. “so fucking good.”

“fu-fuck sangyeon. feels so good,” you whimpered, one hand traveling to grip his hair.

he sucked, licked, and swallowed every bit of nectar that fell from you. you kept moving your hips as best as you could, but you almost forgot how good he was at this. 

your eyes almost crossed, and your hips nearly halted once his tongue stiffened to dip into your hole. you looked down at him and watched him tongue fuck you like a deprived man.

you grabbed onto the headboard with one hand, bouncing on his tongue but only lightly. you shivered, feeling one of his hands massage your thigh, the other applying a small amount of pressure on your puckered hole. that was new.

his nose rubbed against your clit, his tongue searched within your walls. the hand that was on your thigh parted your lips, and he brought his tongue out of you to lick up to your clit. you think it was the first time he opened his eyes to look at you as he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves.

you bit your lip and closed your eyes trying to control yourself before grabbing his hand that was on your thigh. you held onto it for dear life as he stared at you like he was hypnotized, enamored by you and you only.

“w–oh shit–wait, sangyeon,” you whined.

he stopped for a bit, continuing to look up at you. he pecked your clit, waiting for you to continue.

“i-i wanna give you h-head too,” you don’t know why you sounded so nervous, but this was something you’d wanted to try the first night you shared.

when he didn't respond, you shook your head again, “yeah, no, never mind. sorry, we can just–"

“turn around.”

“what?”

“turn around,” he repeated, as calm as the last time.

you grinned, un-straddling his face before re-straddling it and facing his lower half. you were quick to bend at the waist to latch your fingers on his sweatpants, tugging them down, his cock slapping up against his stomach.

“did you plan this?” you turned to look at him, his attention on the flesh of your ass. he slapped and kissed it as you were trying to resettle yourself.

“plan what?” he questioned, his eyes finally finding yours.

“sangyeon, you don’t have any underwear on.”

“you didn’t either.”

“touché, but you were the one to sit beside me in the living room, knowing you didn’t have underwear on,” you leaned forward, kissing his dick softly. you heard a hiss from behind you as you sucked his tip in your mouth, grabbing the shaft with your right hand.

“stop making sense and suck.”

you laughed softly. you forgot how big he was. you knew he wasn’t gonna fit in your mouth fully. but why not give it a try. as you held onto his cock, you widened your mouth around him, going as far as you could.

you felt his tip hit the back of your throat as you tried holding it there for a bit. sangyeon chuckled, spreading your lips once more, tongue diving in. you moaned around him, pulling up and seeing the trail of saliva you left behind.

you stroked him before parting your lips around his cock again. sangyeon wasn’t afraid to show you how he felt as you heard and felt on your pussy. you don’t know if you were doing a great job or if he was just sensitive. you weren’t going to go with the latter since you were putting your all into getting him all in your mouth.

sangyeon felt you struggle and heard you gag when you tried to take him all in, so he started rubbing your back to soothe you, “baby, don’t try to do it in one go. you’ll have plenty of time to learn how to take me.”

you pulled off with a slight cough, “oh yeah? is this your way of saying you want me back?” you turned to him, eyes locking again.

“if that whole talk i gave you before we started didn’t tell you, then i don’t mind stopping in the middle again and declaring my love for you like the first time.”

you smiled, shaking your head, “save it. i want you back, too… only if… you know… you’ll accept.”

you didn’t think sangyeon could move any faster than he did trying to get you on his face. he flipped you, leaving the bed to place your head on the pillows. he spread your thighs again, getting in the middle of them, and went back to eating you out.

somehow, this felt more desperate than the first time. 

“you don’t get how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that. fuck, i need you to come on my face, baby,” he groaned, bringing his fingers to your aching hole. he plunged them in, not starting slow at all. 

“fuck! i’m close already, k-keep going, please~” you begged, knowing he wasn’t stopping until he felt you come.

his fingers felt around in you, finding that gummy part and using it to his advantage. the tips of his fingers reached places in you that you could only imagine. he was so large all over, and just thinking about how his cock was going to feel in you had your legs shaking.

“i’m coming, yeon please don't stop, please,” you chanted. you kept pleading until the knot in your stomach snapped. you let out pornographic moans that were music to sangyeon’s ears.

his fingers didn’t stop. he wanted you further than just coming once, he needed everything from you, and you were about to give it to him just like he wanted you to. knowing you were close again, he used his other hand to press down on your lower belly, watching how your breathing picked up. 

you threw your head back, babbling words that sounded like sangyeon's name mixed with curses. that’s when it happened: you squirted. 

it was the first time ever for you. now you had to ask yourself how sensitive you were to even squirt, how sangyeon knew you had it in you, and how the fuck did you even do that.

sangyeon watched you in astonishment, biting his lip. your legs threatened to close, but he held them open with one hand. his cock twitch as he watched your pussy clench around nothing once he took his fingers out.

“breathe,” he said, rubbing your thigh. “so beautiful. so so beautiful.”

once you calmed, you looked at him. your eyes were hazy, lips swollen, and light tear stains on your cheeks. you looked at him how he’s been waiting since you separated, with love and want, like he was the only one in the world. he fucking loved you.

sangyeon leaned down, wiping your cheeks and kissing them after. the kisses went from your cheeks to your lips as you giggled, a smile forming when he hovered over your lips.

“i love you,” you whispered on his lips. your words had never been more true. you loved this man, and didn’t have to deny it to yourself anymore. fuck pride, fuck stubbornness, and, more importantly, fuck kim younghoon.

“i love you more.”

“liar.”

“i am not!”

“mhm, because if you loved me, you’d be fucking me.”

sangyeon didn’t say anything as he smirked, grabbing his cock and guiding it into you but just the tip.

“admit, i love you more,” he said, mesmerized by the way your face morphed in pleasure by just the tip of his dick.

you shook your head– maybe a little stubbornness was okay. you gasped as he added more of his cock into you. he was so big, you were so stretched with just a few inches. he was nowhere near entirely in you yet.

“admit it, and i’ll fuck you just. like. you. want,” he thrust hallow into you, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

“okay. okay fuck, you love me more, just please. need you so bad,” you whined. sangyeon grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor. 

in one fluid motion, he sunk into you, nearly bottoming out. there were still a few inches, but you felt like you couldn’t breathe. a silent moan leaving your lips. sangyeon leaned down again, kissing your jaw and whispering praises in your ear while trying to keep his composure.

“we’re almost there. you can take it, right?” he asked, rubbing your hips.

you nodded enthusiastically, feeling like if he went any deeper, you’d come all over again. it was worth the risk.

he sank in deeper until you felt his torso meet your clit. sangyeon leaned down, licking your neck up to your lips. he kissed you softly, waiting for you to adjust, but once you clenched down on him, he had to pull away from your lips to let out a sound of his own.

“how’re you feeling?” he asked.

“g-good… you can move now,” you mewled, tilting your head to the side as he nipped again on your pulse.

his hips started slow, letting you feel every vein on his length. he didn’t have to move any faster for you to come, really, but you wanted him to. you needed to take him.

sangyeon was facing the same battle as you, he was fighting not to come, and your pussy was gripping him so tight he thought he’d pass out.

“fuck, have you.. have you not been with anyone since the last time?” he asked, partially because of how sensitive you were earlier and because of now. your cunt was still, even after the orgasms you’d just had, clenching and holding on to any and every ridge of his cock it could.

you said a soft no, and that seemingly turned him on more because right when the no left your mouth, his hips picked up. his cock rutted in and out of you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushed them back so your knees hit your tits.

“yeon, oh–mmh–fuck! harder, i-i can take it,” you sputtered out. panic settled in, however, when you felt him pull out completely. “no!”

sangyeon shushed you, burying his whole length in you, a high-pitched whine leaving your mouth as he did so. his pace was brutal, each stroke leaving you choking for air. this is what you wanted; god, it felt better than you imagined.

you were so sensitive, so feeble to every thrust, so in love. you couldn't keep your eyes off him, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his own moans leaving his mouth as your warm cunt squeezed onto him, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping them up and spread. you were so turned on; the squelching of your pussy reminded you every time sangyeon fucked in and out of you.

“so fucking tight, fuck, you're so good, baby,” sangyeon grunted. “my beautiful girl, gonna let me fuck you all the time until i make up for that year, yeah?”

you nodded, not in your right mind, but you heard fuck all the time and were obliged to agree. he was so deep, each thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. he was fucking you so good you felt like sobbing. the room was filled with praises and skin slapping.

sangyeon could’ve came just by looking at you, how lost in pleasure you were, how, funny enough, dumb you looked. it was so hot. one of the smartest, headstrong people he knew was cock-dumb because of him. the way you looked up at him was contradictory from the actions going on in the stuffy bedroom, somehow your eyes were full of innocence while he was rearranging your insides.

“don’t look at me like that,” he groaned, leaning down, hiding his face in your neck.

you mumbled a sorry but couldn't get it out fully as sangyeon sent a particular rough thrust into you. “oh my fucking gosh,” you moaned, bringing your hands up to his biceps. your nails dug into the skin, the pain shooting right to his cock.

sangyeon leaned back up, feeling you clench down harder, noting your face and how your toes curled. you were close.

“right there,” you whimpered. “don’t stop, god, please don't stop.”

“i’m not baby, i’m not. wanna come? fucking cream on my cock?” his thumb dropped to your clit, rubbing it in circles. you nodded, gripping him tightly before letting out a loud moan. he felt your walls flutter around his cock, again holding back his own orgasm.

your eyes watered, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. it all felt too good. you didn't know what to do but to take the pleasure he was giving you. once the pleasure came to its peak, you were granted your release, your breath getting caught in your throat, your eyes squeezing shut.

you were brought back to when you felt sangyeon pull out of you, your eyes shooting open as you started grabbing at him to come back. you had already come three times, but you weren’t thinking with your mind; your pussy was reacting for you.

sangyeon pushed your hands away, flipping you again, pushing your head down on the mattress, and raising you up by your hips. sangyeon had told you before that your ass was a weakness; he needed to see it bounce on him to get himself there. 

“so needy. so fucking needy, so i’m gonna give you what you want, my love,” he said, a thought switching in his head as he gripped your ass in both hands. “i want to try something. you can tell me if you don't like it.”

“okay, just please. fuck me,” you reached back, grabbing his length and rubbing the tip right on your hole. you moved your hand as sangyeon slowly guided himself back into you, burying himself to the hilt. 

he began rolling his hips into you, sharp, slow strokes. he gripped your hips, keeping the same rhythm, slightly speeding up his movements. with each thrust, your broken moans got muffled by the mattress under you. 

you may have overestimated yourself because the way he was fucking you now felt overwhelming. now you were free to sob; his dick was curving perfectly in you. your hands grabbed the headboard, trying to drag yourself away from his brutal thrusts. it felt too good, but way too much for you to handle. you got too ambitious at first, were you regretting it? no, not at all.

“oh no, don't run from it. this is what you wanted, right?” sangyeon pulled you back flush against his cock. he reached down to grab both of your arms, crossing them on your back. he held both your wrists together with his left hand, dragging you back as his thrusts met his pulls. “mm, fuck. you’re so perfect. missed this pussy so much.”

“fu-uck. so sensitive,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back.

“hold in there for me, baby, but back to what i wanted to try,” you could practically hear the smirk on his face. that was when you heard him pop a finger out of his mouth and felt the same pressure you felt while riding his face. his thumb was back on that upper hole, pressing down, watching your body jolt.

everything felt electric, your body was under his control. you couldn’t form sentences as he pounded into you, chasing his own high. his thumb didn't move, and you admit, although unusual, it felt so fucking good. he felt you tighten around him, your moans getting higher in pitch. sangyeon halted for a bit, leaning on your back as he took his hand from your wrists. he grabbed your face by your cheeks, kissing your lips sensually before continuing his motions. 

“come, baby, wanna feel you one more time,” he moved the same hand underneath you, using four fingers to rub on your throbbing nub. you couldn’t moan, you couldn’t scream, and all you could do was keep your mouth open in hopes a sound did come out.

the spot he was hitting was perfect as your body shook, pussy convulsed, and more squirt streamed from you onto sangyeon’s thighs and comforter. sangyeon sat back up and groaned, looking down at where your cunt was taking him. 

“i’m gonna come, baby, fuck i’m gonna come,” sangyeon panted.

“in…” you mumbled weakly when you felt his cock twitch in you.

he looked at you, “w-what do you mean?”

“come… come inside me…” you repeated, tiredness lurking in your body.

“are you–holy fuck–are you sure?”

“please~ wanna feel your cum,” you whined.

that seemed to help. sangyeon let out a moan as his thrusts became erratic. he was desperate, and it all came crashing down as ropes of his cum filled you to the brim. sangyeon collapsed on your back, and your body crashed into the mattress. his sweaty body comforted you for some reason as you tried catching your breath.

he kissed your cheek over and over before pulling out of you gently. he rubbed your back, rolling off of you and kissing your shoulders and back as he made his way down to your ass, kissing it as well. he spread your ass cheeks, watching his cum leak out of your spent pussy, softly groaning at the sight. sangyeon knew if he looked any longer, he would pounce on you again like an animal in heat.

“you did so good for me,” he said, getting up to walk over to the bathroom in his room. he turned on the shower and walked back to you as you opened your eyes to look at him.

“you fucker… had a bathroom in your room the whole time,” you nagged.

“yeah. so what?”

“you…” you had no will in you to argue. sangyeon chuckled, walking up to you and picking you up as he took you to the shower.

“talk after. rest now.”

after the shower, sangyeon dressed you in pj's, comforted you with praises, and kissed you until you fell asleep. you and sangyeon lay in your bed as he washed his sheets; your arm rested on his chest, his around your waist. you had taken a small nap and woke up to sangyeon still lying awake. you looked up at him, walking your fingers up to poke his nose.

he looked down at you, smiling tiredly, “how was your nap?”

“good,” you croaked, breathing in his scent and cuddling back into him. this all felt right, but for an apparent reason, the lingering problem loomed around that day. yeah, you two just had sex, but the feeling was bearing on you. you couldn't take it.

the panic and feelings then settled in as you thought longer. it didn't go unnoticed by sangyeon as your arm loosened around him, and you looked up at him, slightly moving away from him.

“sangyeon?”

“mhm?” he asked, turning to face you, a concerned frown on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you said, sitting up and looking down at him. your chest started rising and falling quicker as your eyes brimmed with tears. “i’m... i’m so fucking sorry.”

“woah, woah, calm down,” he sat up beside you, grabbing one of your hands, rubbing your knuckles. “sorry for?”

“you know what i’m sorry for, yeon. i didn't want to break your heart, i didn't want to break up with you, i didn't want to do any of it. i tried my hardest to give up on you, but i couldn't. then seeing you with miyeon hurt so much. god, it fucking hurt,” you sobbed, your other hand holding the side of his face.

“i just want you to know how embedded to you i am. i don’t want to be with anyone but you lee sangyeon. i’ll admit i am fucking jealous of miyeon, i am. she's gorgeous, she’s been loyal to you, she’s picture perfect of what you should have in your life, and i’m not that, but i want to be so bad–"

“hey, stop that,” he sighed softly, interlocking your fingers. “baby, look at me.”

you looked at him, his eyes full of emotions yet again.

“why do you think i dated you in the first place? did you not hear my rant before i fucked you into next year?”

“alright now…” you responded wiping away some of your tears, but quickly putting your hand back on his cheek.

“i’m joking, but look, y/n, you said you don't want anyone but me? i don’t want anyone but you. i don't like miyeon. she's like a sister to me. you can't be replaced, ever. not to me, you can't.”

that only made you cry more. you’d cried more this past one year than in the past years of your life. his thumbs wiped your cheeks. he leaned up and kissed you again lovingly. he kept one of your hands in his, taking his other hand and grabbing the hand on his cheek. he wrapped them around his neck, pulling you closer and sighing into the kiss.

you pulled away, giving him one last kiss before putting one of your hands in his hair, tugging at it slightly. sangyeon bit his lip, masking a groan threatening to leave his mouth.

“don’t start something you aren’t willing to finish, baby,” he looked at you, kissing your cheeks.

“who said i didn’t want to finish?”

sangyeon grinned, laying you down, “i better not hear complaints.”

the following day sangyeon felt around in the bed, groaning when he didn’t feel you lying beside him. he threw the blanket off himself got out of bed, and walked out of the room. as he walked into the living room, he saw you cleaning up a bit, humming to the theme song of a show that was restarting a new episode.

he leaned on the wall, smiling softly as he watched you pick up several items strewn around the floor. all of it felt so domestic; it didn't even feel like the both of you were on a to-kill list. he watched as you popped up with a soft “oh?” holding a small item in your hand.

sangyeon got curious, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. you jumped, turning your head as you held up the usb flash drive, “what’s this?”

“oh yeah! i found it at that underground syndicate thing. it looked like one miyeon usually has. i thought she’d given it to sunwoo or hyunjae to download some shit from their files, so i was gonna give it back to her but forgot.”

“for real? do you think they have anything on it? like… should we check it out?” you asked, placing it between two of your fingers.

“i don't have my laptop. your little boss man told me to leave it, dumbass.”

“he told me to leave mine, too. you know what? not to get off topic, but since you brought him up, i’ve been meaning to ask you: what happened between you two?”

sangyeon moved from behind you, sighing softly as he sat on the couch. he pat the space beside him, and pulled you to sit with him.

“it's a long story…”

“i have time.”

“younghoon and i were friends, ever since high school i think. we both were always into action movies. he was my best friend, kind of… constant movie nights, constant life plans. we wanted to create an empire together,” sangyeon took slight pauses, rubbing his face.

“he said he would take on the business aspect of it, i would take on the physical, so right after college, we began an agency. i got us a building and jacob was also someone we knew from high school. we knew how good he was at working computers and shit, but neither i nor younghoon were.”

“you knew teenage jacob? you guys go back that much?”

“well not really all of high school: senior year. he came from canada, but both jacob and i got recruited to cre.ker agency. jacob didn't take the offer, and neither did i at first. younghoon constantly gaslit if we even considered it. ‘ you’re not even good enough to go.’, ‘all we created, you want to destroy it?’, ‘don’t be a dumbass.’. it was all targeted toward me and never jacob, but once i got tired of his nagging and told him about himself, he kicked me out.

so i took up the offer from cre.ker as soon as possible. turns out he told jacob something completely different, so i didn’t talk to either of them for a while until you came here. i met you in your rookie years, remember that miss ‘i transferred, i’m not a rookie’.”

“stop that.”

“it was so adorable, though, how you acted on our first mission. you were pretty cocky, but like it was still precious, and i kind of liked it.”

you covered your face, turning away from him, “oh my gosh…”

“i’m actually happy you came here, i wouldn't have talked to jacob any other way, honestly.”

“used me to get to jacob, how dare you?”

“jacob was such a cutie, needed to get close to him again.”

you turned to face him with a pout causing him to chuckle and kiss the pout off your face. you kissed back, pulling away and keeping the pout thinking, “younghoon told me lies then.”

“what did he say?”

“said that you left because you got a big head.”

“of course he did… that's why when you chose him over me, it felt like another slap in the face. it's why i got so mad that night.”

“i’m so sorry sangyeon.”

“baby, it’s okay. we’re back together now, right?”

“are you officially asking me out?” you grinned, leaning to him.

“can i be your boyfriend again?” he asked, leaning into you.

“mhm… can i be your girlfriend?”

“of course you can,” he responded, pecking your lips before thoroughly kissing you.

once you both pulled away from the kiss, your mind returned to before as you looked at your hand. “oh yeah, the hard drive.”

“what are we gonna do with it? we don't have a laptop.”

“ooh, i know! we can call kevin.”

“which one is kevin again?”

“how do i describe him? uh… short, black hair, skinny, doesn't go on missions, the other english speaker other than jacob and i,” you described as best as you could, but sangyeon shrugged.

“kevin… kevin…” he repeated, placing his hands on his hips.

“i’m calling him, maybe jacob too, just in case.”

you walked away from sangyeon and into the kitchen, dialing kevin’s number. sangyeon was too distracted trying to remember kevin to acknowledge you leaving as kevin answered.

“kevin!”

“hit list girl!”

“don’t.”

you told kevin about the hard drive you’d just found and asked if he could bring his laptop to check out what was on it. he obliged since he was the one to get leads and believed it could help him on his next lead since the group's last mission had deemed successful. kevin said he would be over with jacob in twenty, leaving you to silence in the kitchen. 

“yeah! i still don’t remember a kevin!” sangyeon yelled at you from the living room, making you laugh.

it barely took them fifteen minutes to arrive at the doorstep. jacob instantly took off his shoes, walked in, and sat on the couch. “let's hurry this up, i’m sleepy!”

“nice to see you too, jacob…”

“oh yeah, hi, my sweet y/n. now let’s hurry.”

kevin walked in with his laptop as you closed the door behind him. he took off his shoes as well, walking in and sitting beside jacob. as soon as kevin sat down, sangyeon walked into the living room, still shirtless and his phone in hand. jacob’s eyes widened as he looked at the older man, kevin not paying attention as he sat up his laptop.

“hey hyung,” jacob said, waving. sangyeon stopped in his tracks, looking up at both kevin and jacob but then back at kevin.

“oh! kevin! yeah, i know him,” he said, looking over at you. sangyeon grinned and walked over, sitting beside jacob and patting his shoulder. “hey, boys!”

“hey… why are you shirtless?” jacob examined, still stunned. “are you trying to show off?”

sangyeon laughed, shaking his head as you spoke for him, “you guys came earlier than expected, even though i told him to put one on just in case,” you voiced, walking over to the couch and looking for an empty spot near the laptop, unfortunately, not finding one.

sangyeon held his hand out for you to grab, which you did. he pulled you on his lap, wrapped his arms around you, and peeked at kevin’s laptop to see if he was done.

“what the fuck?!” jacob yelled, eyes widening once again when you sat down. “what did i miss these past days?”

“uh… kevin, are you done?” you asked, ignoring jacob to look over at kevin’s laptop.

jacob looked behind you to whisper to sangyeon. “what the fuck?” he mouthed.

sangyeon caught jacob mouthing at him, smirking as he mouthed, “we’re dating.”

jacob’s mouth fell open, “eric’s never gonna believe this,” he said aloud.

“believe what?” you asked, handing the flash drive to kevin.

“oh. nothing…” jacob said as kevin typed away at the keyboard.

“well, that's weird,” kevin said, looking closer at his screen. 

“what? what’d you find?” you asked, bending to look at the screen, your ass slightly visible as your shorts rode up a bit. sangyeon had to force his eyes away and regain control over his body so he didn't grab it or smack it or…

he blinked a few times, shaking himself out of whatever trance you had over him, looking over at the screen as kevin began explaining, “there's a bunch of documents on this and a ton of spreadsheets.”

“what's weird about that?” sangyeon asked, resting a hand on your thigh to lean closer.

“well, usually when you download things like spreadsheets and other documents onto a hard drive, the date should match the day it was opened and downloaded,” kevin began. “there’s no way for them not to have downloaded it without opening the document. if they were to download them the day of the first mission, the dates should match up, but they don't.”

“huh?” you questioned.

“it’s nerd talk. the dates on the hard drive are all different and wonky,” jacob said, the explanation not helping you or sangyeon at all.

kevin formed a tight line with his lips toward jacob, showing you all the folders tab (mainly just you and sangyeon), making sure to not open the documents before showing the two of you what he was talking about.

“look, the dates of these documents were from a week before the mission. the spreadsheets are almost two weeks prior. i can't say they're linked to the whole syndicate thing, but…” he screenshotted the document dates before looking back at the three of you. “we can look at them to find out.”

“wait, what leads did you get from their last mission?” you asked, curious.

“the last lead we got is that the main leader might not be working alone in leadership. like, i know that’s obvious, but we learned just how different the syndicate is from how it was before. we were thinking, like boss man said first day, there could be an inside man, you know like a plant, but we aren’t fully sure. i highly doubt it, every one has been working off the clock to solve this shit. i’ve never seen every one so busy before...”

“but the fucking mission, oh my gosh, it was a terrible mission. miyeon kept yelling at hyunjae because he lost a hard drive that had something she needed or something like that. it was so loud,” jacob said, rubbing his ears as if hearing it all over again.

“so i guess that is miyeon’s, then. sangyeon had said he’d seen miyeon with it before,” you said, pointing at it. 

“do you think she had any missions on that from the past?” kevin asked in sangyeon’s direction.

“i’m not sure. i’ve only seen her with it for a week or two, i didn't even know she actually used it, i thought it was for show.”

you laughed, leaning back against sangyeon and crossing your arms, “you know if she was smart, she wouldn't need to–"

“ah ah…” sangyeon stopped you, patting your thigh. “she’s still my friend.”

jacob again looked at the two of you wide-eyed, noticing how you pouted and shut your mouth right away.

“here, let me open it real quick,” kevin said, double-clicking on one of the spreadsheets, looking through the spreadsheet, and scrolling through it. “hm.”

“what's up this time?” jacob questioned.

“she has a list of people's names in this, both companies. the people with threats have checks beside them…”

“maybe she's keeping tabs,” sangyeon said, giving her the benefit of the doubt. “she does that a lot, honestly.”

“i’m gonna take your word for it. by the way she talks, i wouldn't hold it against her, to be honest. anyway, as i was stating before, from the last mission, we got a few mixed signals we have yet decoded but were led to think he’s in talks with even more people outside of our knowledge, but again we’re not for sure,” kevin leans back on the couch, tapping on his arm.

“hm.. yeah, all that is weird,” jacob stated, talking as if he didn’t know all this information beforehand. he huffed a bit before looking at you. “so dating, huh?”

“what? how’d you?” you turned to look at sangyeon, who had started whistling as he looked around the room. his whistling came to a halt as he caught your eyes, his eyes forming crescents.

“hi baby, when did you get there?” he asked, drumming on your thigh.

“so much for waiting until we were in the clear.”

“when did we agree on that?”

“i came up with it this morning… silently… while you were asleep, but it doesn't matter!” you exclaimed.

“uh, it does to matter. you sly people got back together and are basically having a honeymoon already,” jacob said, throwing his hands up in the air. “what if i called eric? how do you think he’d react?”

“don’t call him. only you should know; well, and kevin, too, but other than that, i don't want anyone else to find out, please,” you poked out your bottom lip, clasping your hands together.

“yeah, if you told eric, i promise you antarctica would know within a few days,” sangyeon laughed, pulling you against his chest.

“i just thought, you know, as your friend, i would've at least got a heads up,” jacob said, crossing his arms.

“you saw how i acted when i found out i was sharing this house with him. how would i have given you a heads-up if i didn't even know it was going to happen? he made the first move!”

sangyeon nodded, raising his hand, “guilty.”

“wow, hyung, you didn't even tell me,” jacob said, offended.

“i’m sorry. next time, i’ll tell you when i’m trying to get her back.”

“uh, yeah, no. there won't be a next time,” you said, tilting your head in sangyeon’s direction. “right?”

“yes, ma'am.”

“wait, you two were dating?” kevin asked, standing up out of his seat.

after that talk with kevin and jacob, the rest of your week went on as usual, as normal as sangyeon allowed. 

you cooked, then you swam in the cute pool they had out in the backyard, and you and sangyeon fucked in the hot tub that was beside the pool.

you and sangyeon made food together again; sangyeon fucked you on the kitchen counter after the food was done. 

you washed up in the shower, and he didn't fuck you in there, but as soon as you came out, he couldn't keep his hands off you, so he fucked you in his bed again, right after he finished putting the fresh sheets on it.

sangyeon wasn’t lying when he said he was making up for that year of no contact. at this point, you were shocked he didn't fuck you in front of jacob and kevin; he was probably horny then too.

you knew he could go again if he wanted, and he for damn sure wanted to, but the talk with kevin and jacob still loomed in your mind from days ago.

“what do you think about what kevin said?” you asked sangyeon, his arm wrapped around you as your back was against his front. he was kissing your shoulder, up to your neck before responding.

“about us dating? i’m shocked he didn't realize it.”

you slapped his arm gently, shaking your head, “no, i’m talking about that hard drive stuff.”

“i’m not sure how to feel about it; it's weird, though, right?”

“it is. you don't think miyeon is a part of this, do you?”

“no! absolutely not.”

you shrugged, turning to look at him. “i’m just saying, you can't really count anyone out, i’m not trying to accuse your friend.”

“unfortunately, i know, i just don't wanna think about it. kevin said they have a mission in the morning, so we can see what they get this time. he took the hard drive, right?”

you nodded, scooting into him, sighing, “yeah, he said he’ll give it to miyeon, ask her what the documents are. he should get back to me tomorrow before their next mission. anyway, wanna make breakfast with me in the morning?”

“you really are treating this like a vacation,” he laughed, rubbing your back.

“this is the most i’ve gone without a mission in a year, i deserve this.”

“you deserve to be put on a hit list?”

“no, like, i mean, nevermind.”

sangyeon grinned, “but yes, i will make breakfast in the morning, and if you don't wake up before me, i’ll bring you breakfast.”

“you’re sounding like a husband right now.”

“i’m just giving you a glimpse of the future.”

you yawned, not saying anything but smiling tiredly to yourself. 

the last thing you heard that night was sangyeon telling you goodnight. 

in the middle of the night, you heard sangyeon tell you he would get water.

however, that morning, you didn’t feel sangyeon beside you. you got up, used the bathroom, and figured he was up like he said, making breakfast, but as you neared the kitchen, you didn't hear movement in there or smell anything. 

as you walked in there further, your breath hitched when you saw the glass of water still on the counter; it was full.

cont.

[litsnobconfessions]

A Year of Animation Day 36: Ernest and Celestine

Date: February 5, 2025

Day: 36

Content Watched: Ernest and Celestine

Year: 2012

Rating: PG

Run Time: 1 hour 20 minutes

I had never heard of Ernest and Celestine until I started looking up movies to watch for this project. Right from the beginning, I love the art style, and I like how it introduces us to an artist with the other characters slowly being drawn in. I particularly like the shadows as the old mouse (did she call herself the Grey One?) tells them about the Big Bad Bear. As for motion, I would compare this movie to Nimona or Persepolis. It feels busier than either Sleeping Beauty or Korra. The mouse city especially looks busy as Celestine is running through it to reach the dentist's office. And considering how important teeth are, I like that there are multiple shots of mice fixing teeth, losing teeth, etc. We see it right from the beginning with our... teacher? Matron? Honestly, I'm not quite sure who she's supposed to be.

Some of the other scenes I really liked include the robbery of the tooth store (I don't think it's fair to call what she does dentistry), with Ernest and Celstine's sillouettes and everything outside falling apart as Ernest stomps around (followed by the line, "bears are heavy sleepers, especially at night") and Ernest trying to escape from... let's call it Mouseville, which reminded me of Judy running around with the shrews in Zootopia. I think I liked this scene more, but that's likely because I tend to prefer hand-drawn animation. Or maybe because I just really liked the music here. Celestine's nightmare, with the hundreds of mice forming the bigger is mouse, is also incredibly creepy, especially with various mice falling off the big mouse at times. It's kind of like Oogie-Boogie in The Nightmare Before Christmas. Though I wasn't a fan of Ernest's hands on the piano. They looked a little too human for me.

My favorite piece of animation was, to no one's surprise, the scene in which they brought Celestine's painting to life with Ernest's music behind it. As always, I love when animated media finds a way to incorporate different animation styles, so I like that instead of just cutting to a scene in spring, they used this as a transition to show the passage of time.

While the animation is great, I do take a minor issue with the worldbuilding. Maybe I just wasn't attentive enough (I only watched it once), but I wasn't clear or where Celestine was living. Is this an orphanage? A school? And why? I also wasn't sure how exactly she and the other kids ended up collecting teeth, especially seeing as it's only a small group from the orphanage/school. Is it only after you reach a certain age? And are you trained for the job? I dunno. I also thought it was really funny that the bear momma freaked out about a mouse right after she told her son about the mouse tooth-fairy. And the mouse tooth-fairy is kind of specific? So I wonder if the mice ever do leave coins for bears? I mean, it seems like a wacky coincidence that the parents would make up a story about the mice collecting their teeth when this is exactly what happens.

For similar reasons, I'm curious as to how Ernest and Celestine eat while they're hiding in his house during the winter, knowing the police are out looking for them. Ernest's house was empty of food, after all, and he didn't look like he took anything from the candy store. But I'm willing to overlook this for the sake of the story.

I do enjoy the characters themselves--this is obviously a story about two misfits who decide they belong together, and everybody needs that. I like Ernest's give-no-fucks attitude which leads him to eat the ticket he gets for panhandling (as the police call it later). I wish I had the audacity to just eat my tickets. Maybe I'm not hungry enough. I also like the bait-and-switch when he demands to know if Celestine painted him on the sheet and then immediately follows it by praising her artwork. 

And I like Celestine's bravery. In the opening scene, after being tormented by the Grey One for drawing herself with a bear, she calmly adds smiles to the picture as chaos reigns around her. Her argument telling Ernest why he shouldn't eat her is particularly audacious for a little mouse her age, and her ability to just keep popping out of corners when he keeps trying to lock her out of the house is a delight. (Though it does make me wonder why we have so many mouse protagonists in our stories. I don't like it in real life when mice do this, after all.)

Overall, it's a pretty cute story--like Romeo and Juliet, only with friendship. And a happy ending. Though I am curious if the two of them ever had to pay a fine or something for robbing the stores. I understand that we're not supposed to like the bears that sell candy only so they can also sell teeth, but the fact that they did commit a crime kind of got lost in there somewhere.

[mcshiiin]

"yo. want a drink?"

in which heartsteel kayn came home to the sight of you getting hammered in the living room.

you collapsed on the couch with a heavy sigh. today was a perfect day.

the commute was great. work has been manageable today. your shoes are in pristine condition. yeah, all is well, except that it wasn't what happened.

you were 30 minutes late due to the traffic jam caused by a stupid driver who can't drive for their good yet still buys fancy cars just for their ego. then, the multiple problems at work greeted you. the office was in chaos, your boss was yelling at people here and there, and you were overwhelmed with the workload. at lunch, you spilled your precious coffee on your pants. and then on your way home, the heels of your shoe broke down, and you almost did as well, but instead, you soldiered on. even though you're one minor inconvenience away, you still kept your act together. you decided to drop by the nearest convenience store to replace your broken shoes with cheap slippers so you can head home in peace. the alcoholic beverages caught your eye, and you react impulsively. so now, you're going home with 2 large bottles of flavored spirit while wearing the neon green slippers you bought.

on the other hand, kayn's day was good. too good actually. the band practice went well. ezreal wasn't as annoying as he was yesterday. yone wasn't being an ass. aphelios' prank on sett was funny. and k'sante did not gross him out with his protein powder shenanigans today. however, he still can't wait to go home to your sweet, sweet embrace. he missed you so much. since you have been swamped with work for a few days in a row already, you have been spending less time on him and more on sleeping your ass off once you get home. it's beginning to be unfair. how dare you sleep in kayn's almighty presence? who needs to sleep when you have him to soothe your fatigue and your woes with nothing but his pretty face?

"i swear, they really need to take some time off their awful job. their boss is a total piece of shit," he muttered to himself.

he shoots you a text informing you that he's going to be home in 5 minutes. however, nothing could have ever prepared him for the scene he came home to moments later.

"yo. want a drink?"

you slurred your words as you raised your mug in kayn's direction. you were sprawled on the sofa, your shirt wrinkled and your pants unbuttoned as the television plays your comfort show. the coffee table is littered with miscellaneous items such as chocolate bars, candies, a plate of nuggets, two mugs, the bottles of flavored spirits that you bought (you already finished the first bottle, and you're halfway through the second), the receipt from the convenience store, and your socks with cat pattern printed on them. your broken shoes were lying on the floor by the sofa along with your newly bought neon green slippers. the whole living room was a mess. kayn couldn't believe it.

"what happened here? how-? why?"

kayn was at a loss for words. meanwhile, you just laughed out loud. you gulped down the contents of your mug. the alcohol traveling its way from your throat down to your stomach, leaving a hot trail. the faint sweetness of the drink made you smile, and it was a lopsided one, as noted by kayn who is still watching you, stunned.

"don't just stand there, babe! come here, join me!"

"well, move! you're hogging all the space," kayn said, finally deciding to sit beside you. you obliged and scooted over. you grab another mug and pour him a drink.

"here, my love. drink with me!"

it was as if you were offering him coffee with the amount of liquor you poured. nevertheless, kayn took the mug from you and drank from it. although he's not as enthusiastic as you, he figured he might as well indulge you. maybe you two needed this, after all. he's just wondering why you chose to drink from the mug when you could have used the matching strawberry-themed shot glasses you two bought.

"aw, hey! you didn't say cheers! one more, bubba~"

your cheeks were flushed, and you're certainly getting more drunk as you were getting real creative with the nicknames, kayn thought.

"heh, okay. cheers, babe!"

the both of you are cackling together. you find the whole thing hilarious, despite your head seemingly floating. kayn was just happy and savoring the spontaneity of the moment. he's glad to be spending time with you, and the fact that you look silly right now and that there is alcohol involved are just added perks of this situation he's in.

it's been weeks since you two got to relax like this. work has been unforgiving to you, and his band duties have been demanding too much time from him as well. whenever kayn wants to tell you stories about his day, the musical ideas he has thought of, the pranks aphelious and he pulled on the band, and how much of a prick yone was after scolding him that day, you were already snoring in your bed, too tired to even change clothes or to eat dinner. he missed cuddling with you on the sofa as you chuckle at his foolish anecdotes, although he hates it when you agree with yone. he also missed hearing the office drama from you, like the time janet caught charlotte stealing her food by adding laxatives to her lunch. he also wants to know what happened to your co-worker who's cheating on her husband with her HR supervisor. last time he heard, her husband caught them in the janitor's closet going at it when he brought her lunch.

"darling~"

your giggles pulled kayn from his reverie.

"hmm?"

you kept giggling. he noticed the empty bottle you're clutching with your arms, making him raise his brows.

"oops, there's no more left for 'ya! i drank it all, so it seems," you said, words escaping your lips without you noticing.

"yeah, i see that. you didn't even remember to wait for me to come home before drinking it all by yourself, huh? you're so mean and cruel."

kayn only meant to tease you, but one thing led to another and now you're a crying mess. your chest heaved up and down as tears clouded your vision. your lips trembled as you tried to form coherent words. kayn didn't know how to react to your drunken state. one second you're laughing uncontrollably and now you're inconsolable. but you can't quite control it, as the urge to cry has completely taken over you. your emotions are all over the place. the alcohol has torn down the restraints you've built.

"sorry! i'm so sorry, kayn!"

"shh, stop crying, baby."

"nooo, kayn! are you mad? please don't be mad. don't leave me, please!"

"babe, i'm not mad. i ain't going anywhere."

"but i drank all the liquor…"

"it's okay, baby."

"kayyyyyyn!"

kayn ran a hand through his hair. you were half whining, half wailing at this point, and he has no idea how to make you feel better. you're way more skilled at handling drunk people than him, considering the numerous times you have to take care of him and deal with his antics when he's the one who's shitfaced. although, a part of him doesn't want to stop you from bawling and just take a video for blackmailing purposes. the other, tiny part of him wants to shut you up as he can't stand the look of hurt on your gorgeous face. being sad doesn't suit you at all, yet it doesn't stop you from being beautiful. the way your eyes glisten with tears, your soft, kissable lips forming into a pout, and the way that your face heats up, red tint dusting your cheeks, makes his heart skip a beat.

"ugh. come here, you idiot. i swear, i would have smacked your head already, if only i didn't love you."

kayn pried the empty bottle away from you and pulled you into an embrace. his arm circled your shoulder while he placed his other hand atop your head. he let your head rest on his chest as you calmed yourself down. he can feel your tiny sobs subsiding into sharp breaths. your world stilled, the only thing you can feel moving is the buzzing from your head, but it's better, now that kayn is holding you close. his warmth comforting you, even though you feel hot from all the drinking. you matched with the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes to soothe your nerves. you smiled to yourself, remembering what kayn had said.

"aww, you love me?"

you said it with a hint of playfulness in your tone. you raised your head and met his gaze. he only rolled his eyes in response, but it made you chuckle. he's so cute!

"why were you even drinking in the first place, huh?"

"just 'cause! certainly not because of the shit day i had, honey!"

you settled back into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. he shifted in his seat and made it so that he was lying against the couch as he held you. the swell of emotions you've felt earlier has come crashing down your body. a stray yawn escaped from your lips as you fought to stay awake.

"Oh yeah? what happened, huh? tell me."

and you did tell him all the misfortunes you had that day. how frustrated you were. how tired you were. and how you missed his presence. you told him everything, albeit your voice is already raspy and your eyelids are getting heavier with each passing second.

"i just missed spending time with you. i'm sorry i'm so busy with work, sorry for passing out the moment i get home. i want to hear your silly adventures, bubs."

"i love you, kayn."

those were your last words before you drifted off to sleep with your lover joining you in dreamland soon after. tomorrow, he'll ensure you'll be well taken care of. the both of you won't be leaving your apartment without taking a must needed rest, cuddles, and kisses, work be damned.

[winged-self-indulgence]

No Point in Running (STNAF)

Little fic for @stnaf-vn , a yandere VN. Hopefully I got Friend's personality down okay. Minors DNI. Get off my lawn! For context, this fic takes place after Day 1. Enjoy!

The bar crowd is thin this evening, a perk of coming in on a Tuesday evening instead of a Friday night. You’d managed to finagle a day off work after picking up one too many shifts for a co-worker, and Friend pretty much made his own hours, so you’d invited him out for drinks. It was the least you could do after ghosting him all weekend.

No, you correct yourself sternly, even as you fiddled nervously with the cork coaster resting on the bar table. You hadn’t ghosted him. That would be super rude, and mean, and extremely immature of you. You had just…needed a little bit of space. He understood that. You’d texted him about it and Friend hadn’t seemed that upset.

Of course, he wouldn’t. He was your best friend! You’d known each other for nearly forever! Just because you’d nearly hooked up on your couch one night, riding high on endorphins of requited love, only to wake up feeling like someone had just poured ice-cold water down the back of your shirt because oh god you almost had sex with your super hot childhood best friend oh shit and then hid in the bathroom like a dumbass until he’d left…Friend wouldn’t hold that against you…right?

Right?

The thoughts flee your mind when you glance back at the door for the fifth time in half as many minutes and perk up when you spot Friend walking into the bar. As always, his gleaming eyes lock on you instantly, and he begins to approach. A bit redundantly, you lift your hand and wave.

"Hi, I was waiting for you!"

"You're such a sweetheart,” Friend responds, hugging you a tad too tightly for comfort.

Oof, so he was upset. You let him squeeze you, inhaling the warm scent of his skin and hair where it brushes against yours and makes you dizzy with the memory of his naked skin against yours. You want to pull away, to apologize for hurting him, but before you can even say a single word Friend had already released you and settled next to you at the bar.

“Speaking of, I’ve got a surprise for you," he grinned.

“A surprise?” You echo, watching bemusedly as he reached down and pulled a small paper-wrapped box out from behind his back. “It’s not my birthday. You know it’s not my birthday. Or at least I hope you know when my birthday is-”

“Obviously I know when your birthday is,” Friend interrupted, rolling his eyes as he offered it to you. “Jeez, give a guy a little credit sweetheart! Just open it and tell me what you think.”

Partly suspicious, but mostly excited, you rip apart the paper to uncover a small wooden box. Opening it reveals a brass vintage locket, polished to a mirror shine. A clasp on the side pops the hinges, and you almost tear up at the pictures inside.

Friend is rubbing the back of his head, eyes on the top shelf as though the bottles of liquor were the most fascinating things in the room. “I repaired and restored it to how I imagine it would have looked years ago. Figured you might like to have it. It seemed just right for you."

"Aw, Friend, you spoil me!" You take the locket out and admire it, still cooing over the tiny picture of you and Friend making stupid faces on either side. The moon softens into something honeylike and sticky-sweet, and you immediately feel that flicker of inexplainable panic.

Abort. ABORT.

"You sap,” you force a casual laugh that wouldn’t have fooled a five year old, let alone your best Friend. “Are you trying to butter me up for something?"

"Maybe," he grins at you. His tone shifts until it resembles that of a child asking for a piece of candy. "I have a favour to ask. My dearest sweetheart, may I see you put it on?"

As always, his teasing puts you at ease, and you can’t help but laugh. "Only if you help me with the clips," you reply and turn around, putting your back is to him. The silver necklace settles around your neck, cold but quickly warming up the moment it made contact with your heated throat.

Friend carefully secures the locket of silver chain around your neck. As he lets go of the locket, you feel his warm hand resting against your skin. It’s only for a second, maybe less, and yet the brief touch makes you shiver in your seat.

"There. Perfect," he murmurs, spinning your seat back around so he can admire the way the brass pendant lies in the centre of your chest, dangling right above your heart. “I knew it would suit ya.”

"Thank you, Friend," you give him a fond smile, reaching up to play with the oval weight. "Still, don't you ever get tired of buying me stuff though? I mean, I barely know where to put all the stuffed toys you've gotten me."

Friend laughs, leaning back in his seat. "Is that all you think I do, buy you stuff? I just get you things that remind me of you. Nothing wild, just all sentimental things."

“Right,” you roll your eyes playfully. “And this is pure sentiment? Buying and fixing up Victorian era brassware for me?

Not answering immediately, Friend instead reaches his hand out to touch the locket around your neck. "You like it? It's a real antique, you know. Not your typical locket. Just thought you deserve something special, that’s all."

And of course, he needed something you wouldn’t want to take off. An earring was far too small and an actual ring would have frightened you off entirely (not that he would have let you go far) but Friend couldn’t afford to lose you. Preparations were still being made, but until everything had been finalized he couldn’t afford to lose sight of you for a minute.

Friend smiles sweetly at you, satisfaction oozing through his body as he watches you coo over his gift. In his pocket, the GPS app buzzes with new, up-to-date coordinates.

You would understand. He loves you so, so much, and one day you would see that there was no reason to run. That there was no point in running. All you had to do was say yes.