#scocbysnacks

“Uh... Phantom? Yeah, I usually just go by Phantom. Who are you?”

“Blind dates... I’m not really great at regular dates.” Jonas took a sip of his beer then looked down at his hands. He didn’t know why he agreed to it. He was awkward at the best of times but meeting strangers was even more uncomfortable. “Um, so, what do you do?” He felt like there was just a block in his gut and he was far too aware of how yet again he hadn’t managed to tame his hair.

“ i hope you didn’t choose this job just because you thought it’d be easy. ”  – [  💎  ]

as he leaned against the lamppost, his gaze fixed on the bustling street corner, his mind swirled with a mixture of frustration and reluctant admiration. he'd been tailing his mark for weeks now, but every attempt to corner the elusive rogue had ended in failure. the subject of his surveillance was a notorious charmer with a penchant for slipping through the fingers of the law like water. he had to begrudgingly admit that there was a certain thrill in the chase, a twisted sort of admiration for their cunning and charm. but beneath the surface, he seethed with frustration. each time he thought he had them cornered, the rogue slipped away, leaving nothing but a trail of breadcrumbs and a mocking grin in his wake. tonight was no different. as he watched from the shadows, they emerged from the crowd with his trademark swagger, effortlessly charming their way through the throngs of people. he gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath as he tightened his grip on his surveillance equipment. but even as his frustration grew, there was a part of taylor that couldn't help but admire their audacity. the way they moved with such effortless grace, the twinkle in their eye that promised danger and excitement—it was like watching a master at work. and yet, he knew that he couldn't let his admiration cloud his judgment. they were a criminal, a danger to society, and he had been hired to bring them to justice. no matter how charming or clever they may be, he couldn't afford to forget that. with a heavy sigh, taylor pushed himself away from the lamppost and resumed his surveillance, his determination renewed. ''you've gotta give up this game one way or another, you know we'll always be watching every step you take. don't you ever get tired of running from us, hm? you must be so tired during the night, meanwile, us? we can keep this up all day and night.'' / @scocbysnacks

naomi's heart pounded with the adrenaline still coursing through her veins as she stepped into the dimly lit bar, the raucous cheers of the crowd still echoing in her ears. another victory for her team, another triumph to add to their record. but despite the elation pulsing through her, there was a lingering sense of emptiness, a hollow ache that refused to be ignored. as she made her way to the bar, the scent of sweat and spilled beer mingling in the air, she couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at her insides. She needed something to numb the ache, to drown out the voices that whispered doubts in the back of her mind. that's when she saw them. dressed in the garish colors of their rival team, they stood out like a sore thumb amidst the sea of celebration. there was a bitterness etched into the lines of his face, a simmering anger that drew her attention like a moth to a flame. she approached them cautiously, her footsteps hesitant against the worn floorboards. she could feel the weight of his gaze as she drew nearer. "can i buy you a drink?" she offered, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "quite the game, huh?" the femme ventured, trying to break the ice with a smile, though it felt strained under the weight of the tension between them. ''i'm afraid you kinda wandered into the wrong bar here, you know? you don't look too popular around here.'' / @scocbysnacks

when she's caught, mia is naturally expecting the worst. it's better to expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised than underestimate how pissy rich people can get about their shit. the person she ends up trying to steal from isn't her usual target, which may help with the response that she gets. it also makes her feel guilt immediately, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. usually she can see herself as a robinhood type, even though she isn't quite as noble, but it's hard when there's suddenly a sweet girl trying to talk to her. mia herself is not a particularly sweet girl, not the type to know or care about fabrics or designer labels, and suddenly she's stuck pretending that she does. but, hey, it could have gone worse. she squints at the label as if she cares, giving a firm nod. "right, of course! i've been there a few times." she certainly has not. "they have so much cute shit." not as eloquent as she means to be, perhaps. "you have good taste." the last words are delivered with a flirtatious smile, really trying to sell the act.

“remember, i’m only here because i need to take pictures and this is the best place available, so no funny business.” dash says mid pose as she looks down at her friends. her grandfather’s wish before he passed was that his granddaughter finally attended school, and dash considers that wish granted. of course, she made sure all of her classes were online and the only reason she had come to the school’s campus was to take pictures of her new cosplay. but, it was still something, and dash was all about compromises. however, she also knows that despite her friends and her grandfather wanting what's best for her, she might be forced into a situation that would make her uncomfortable. such as interacting with any human other than her two friends. after holding a pose for what seemed like forever, dash sighs and hops down from her spot. “let me see,” she mumbles, but the sound of loud noises catch her attention and almost immediately does dash feel irritated. she didn’t expect anyone to be around at this time. but, she looks up to see a couple of girls that she somehow decides have nothing in common with her and rolls her eyes. 

to think that a mentor and their mentee would be enjoying a day off at an amusement park. usually, it was a regular treat to some coffee, maybe even a meal but no. hyejung wanted to release all of her stress on the steep drops of rollercoasters. it was unfortunate that their ride had stopped midway, they were so close to the exit but high up from the ground. she laughs nervously, turning to see the annoyed expression on his face. “hey. you agreed to come with me, don’t be so grumpy now. we had some fun on the other rollercoasters. this one just decided to...” she mumbles, letting her sentence trail off. “not work...”