#(pt 1)

[madonna-of-the-wasps]

[mother-lee]

pink

[scraggscribbs]

Posting my series for the Chosen by the Red Chain Au PT 1 Basically the main cast in Pokemon Legends Arceus is bonded to a legendary Pokemon

Akari - Arceus ^ Obviously, Akari was not a willing participant in the event of PLA I wanted to draw her literally caught off guard

Irida - Palkia Adaman - Dialga I wanted to draw them in that moment at Spear Pillar where they have the Palkia/ Dialga speaking through them

[dvrktvnnel]

I don't want your sorrys, I want you safe

Genre: Angst/Mafia AU

Pairing: Mafia! Wooyoung x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: I'm sorry in advance <3

Summary: Wooyoung acts careless about his life in the mafia, and the way it affects your lives finally breaks you. All you want is for him to be safe.

12am. He was late again. No text. No calls. No details where he was going. Just you sitting in the couch waiting for him to come home. It drove you crazy, it's been over a year now and you had hoped it would get better. Either he wouldn’t be gone for so long, or maybe you’d get used to him being away.

But it never got easier. And you knew deep down it never would. When you finally heard the doorknob click you grabbed the gun, just like he taught you. Checking the cameras he had hooked up to the monitor, you saw his silhouette, his eyes you loved so much looking right into the camera.

You knocked on the door back, in the same beat he taught you to make sure he wasn’t being held at gun point on the other side. His safe knock returned, and releasing the breath you held you dropped the gun and opened the door.

He smiled upon seeing you, but it was hard for you to smile back when you saw his busted lip. It wasn’t bad, but it was enough to remind you of how much blood he’s already lost in this lifestyle. How blood he’s taken from others too.

“You okay baby?” he asked.

You folded your arms over your chest and shrugged.

“Are you okay?” you asked quietly, avoiding his eyes and question . You didn’t want to cry, not again.

He nodded, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“Baby whats wrong,” he asked gently, then his demeanor changed. “Did something happen? Did someone come here?” he asked quickly, looking around the apartment and pulling out his own gun.

“Nothing happened, nothing happened,” you assured him, putting your hands on his chest.

“Its just,” you started, before shaking your head. “I don’t want to get into right now. Im tired, you’re hurt. Let's just wash up and go to bed.”

Wooyoung grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Baby, please don’t do this,” he pleaded. “Tell me whats wrong.”

You turned around and sighed. You really didn’t want to do this right now.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired,” you said flatly.

“Y/N come on,” he started, but you put your hand up to stop him.

“I’m not doing this tonight I just want to go to bed.”

You started walking away again and he threw his bag off his shoulder.

“Y/N what the hell, I just got back, and you’re already pissed?”

You shook your head and put your hand up again. You really did not want to do this right now.

But he was insistent. He took his jacket off and made his way to you, following you to the room.

“Are you seriously not going to talk to me? You’re just going to stay mad at me for no apparent reason?”

“Im not mad at you, Im mad at the situation.”

“What situation?” he asked, his irritation only fueling the fire within you.

“Every fucking night you’re gone for hours, hell sometimes you don’t come back until the next day!”

Wooyoung froze, clearly not expecting an outburst. You felt bad, but he pushed you into it. He dragged you into this lifestyle.

“I sit here, and i wait for you, never able to tell if you’re coming home okay or even alive. Do you know how fucking terrifying it is when Jongho comes here while you’re gone? Every-time Im expecting him to tell me you died.”

“Y/N, I told you i had a dangerous life before we got together, you said you were fine with it!”

“No, I said I loved you! I said I wanted to be with you anyways, Ive never been “fine” without you here, worrying about you. Fuck even when you’re here I’m worried! At any second some piece of shit you’ve fucked with could show up and kill us both!”

Wooyoung took your hands in his.

“Listen to me, none of that is going to happen. Im careful, and Im really fucking good at what i do. Mingi’s been shot more times than anyone, and he’s fine!”

You push him away

“You don’t get it, it’s the fact i know one day one of those shots could he your last. You don’t have to do this; I work and if you got a normal job we’d be fine!”

“You know damn well i can't do that,” he said sternly. “I’ve busted my ass off to make you feel safe, what more do you want from me?”

“I want you safe! I want you to be safe with me and away from all of this!”

“You know I can't just stay with you all the time! I have shit I need to do!”

“No, what this all comes down to is that you have a big ego.”

His phone rang. You both paused and waited.

“Answer it.” you said harshly. “Answer and prove me right, that you only give a shit about your reputation with your gang.”

Wooyoung said nothing. He took his phone out and answered it, turning his back to you.

“What is it-“

Sans voice cut him off.

“Woo get the fuck out of there right now they tracked you and-“

Before either of you had a chance to react, an explosion erupted through the apartment. You were thrown away from Wooyoung, hitting the wall as debris fell on top of you.

You saw a group of men run through the door before you blacked out, calling Wooyoung’s name weakly.

@vampzity @h4untedgrl @scarfac3 @rvereri @losrpark @dollywoo

[fandomfusion1]

“Sun! Hurry up! We’re taking a photo!" Moon’s voice echoed through the house, sharp.

"Just a second—I need to grab my camera from my bedroom," Sun called back, his tone a little distracted.

"You know we have cameras built into us," Solar pointed out with a smirk, crossing his arms.

"I KNOW, BUT THAT’S DIFFERENT!" Sun shot back, walking past Jack and heading upstairs, frustration bubbling beneath his words. The others watched him go, a mixture of amusement in their eyes as Sun disappeared out of sight. They sighed heavily, waiting in silence.

Meanwhile, in the quiet of his room, Sun muttered to himself, "Where is that camera?" His gaze flicked around, scanning every surface. He reached under his bed, rummaging through clutter, finally pulling out a small, old box wrapped in faded paper and a shiny camera.

"What is this doing under my bed?" Sun wondered aloud, pulling out the camera and setting it aside. Hesitating over the box, he finally opened it. Inside, he found a note and a few items: a Moon plush, a vintage record player, a shirt emblazoned with their family crest, and several video games.

He gently pulled out the Moon plush, pressing a button. A soft, familiar voice filled the air:

"If you're hearing this, Sun, I want to give you something the old Moon could never give: a birthday present.

"The words hit him like a wave. He stared at the plush in shock, then listened as the voice continued:

"I know we've never celebrated our birthdays before, but for everything, I want to make an exception this time. I don’t know when you’ll open this—probably when you buy me one—but I just want to wish you a happy birthday, my greatest brother. I’m so thankful to have you in my life. I love you, brother. Never forget it."

A pause, then a gentle sign-off:

"Sign out, Moon."

[tipsygnostalgix]

[limadolll]

my birthday outfit wishlist 🎀 . . .

[yoonyeon0]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹WASTED! | kengan hcs

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 WITH: adam, akoya, hayami, hatsumi, himuro, cosmo, inaba x you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY: the kengan men had a bit too much to drink - how do they act?

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS:

suggestive, cursing, mentions of alcohol, drunk idiotic men, kinda angst and emotional abuse in akoya’s part, female pronouns and body parts used, ooc (🥲)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ADAM

literally starts speaking straight English

cusses out anyone in the premises.

like even Cosmo is getting hated on but not you bc your his bbg 😝

slurs his words

“adam? you sure you haven’t had enough to drink yet?”

“of course I fuckin’ didn’t hab enouf! hey bartenda, pour me another fuckin’ gass will ya?”

you deadpanned while you were staring at the clearly drunk man who was now asking for more drinks. if he kept this up, sooner or later he would end up passing out somewhere.

“don’t pour him that drink, for his own good”

the bartender stopped in his tracks, the bottle of drink hovering the cup he was about to fill. he stared back at you and and gave you a slight nod before putting the bottle down before walking away from the counter where your boyfriend and you were currently sat.

“oi! whadda hell? don’t intervene in thibngs that doesn’t hab anythin’ to do with yu!”

“actually it does something to do with me since your drunk as hell and apparently I’m the only person available to care for you while your in this state. c’mon, we’re going home.”

adam looked at you dumbfounded, not budging a bit.

“now.”

“whaaaateverrr”

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ AKOYA

oh my GOSHH.

this man doesn’t drink that much but when he actually gets drunk it’s dreadful.

like he starts acting more mean and does the weirdest shit ever. Death stares anyone that tries coming near him.

like you could be a damn waiter and he’s already giving MAD attitude like insulting you and everything while you there like “what the hell I do..?” 🙁

“woman. get over here. now.”

you were looking for akoya, your “loving” husband until you heard his voice, obviously directed to you. you turned your head, a blissful smile now on your face.

you rush towards him, not knowing what territory you just walked into. before you could even let a word out, your were being tugged by your wrist by said man outside.

you were pushed into a empty alleyway before feeling sharp sting on your face and a metallic taste in your mouth. your face now scrunched up in horror. you look back up at the man to see a face equivalent to a angry dinosaur. he was obviously mad, but why?

“haven’t I told you time after time not to come to my locations before letting me know before hand?”

you open your mouth to speak before you saw him raise an eyebrow, as if daring you to say something. you slowly shut your mouth back up not trying to provoke the already mad man. you avoided his gaze choking back tears, feeling ashamed of yourself.

the man sighed loudly before lifting your face and slowly rubbing your cheek.

“i know you’re simply worried for me but my job is too dangerous for you to show up unannounced. try and let me know before you come. alright?”

you nodded slowly a small smile creeping into your face.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HAYAMI

passes out.

can’t handle alcohol as much as he would like to and it’s funny as hell

you guys could be having a good conversation about whatever and he just passes out and you are left stunned 😧

“and honestly i think that koga is a nice guy, i just feel that sometimes he gets a little too...touchy?”

“mhm, totally..!”

you stared at the wide eye man with confusion plastered on your face.

“hayami? are you okay?”

“huh? yeah, why do you ask?”

you squinted in disbelief before pointing a finger at him.

“your face. it’s totally red and you look like your about to explode. maybe give the alcohol a rest?”

“yeah yeah totally…”

famous last words.

the man then came plunging towards you, head now on your chest while he was seemingly unconscious.

“hayami? hayami - oh my gosh.”

your face that’s was plastered with confusion was now concern as the man would reply to any of your desperate calls out to him.

you tried everything, tapping, calling, pinching, and even slapping.

it seemed like the man went into a deep slumber as soon as he passed out since you were now hearing light snores. you were glad he was okay but the only question now was how were you gonna get the giant of a man home?

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HATSUMI

he’s most definitely the type of person to do some dumb shit when he’s drunk

like hit on a man or something

i can’t even tell you what he would do because that man is unpredictable, just know that it will be the dumbest shit you ever seen 😪

“hey pretty, wanna watch me do something cool?”

“hey ugly, your drunk so im scared of what this ‘cool’ thing is..”

“im not ugly! i mean, you’re engaged to me so im definitely not that ugly riiiight?”

hatsumi then proceeded to wink at you while you rolled your eyes before getting on-top of the bar table and getting on his hands, doing a handstand.

“oh my gosh…hatsumi! what- what are you even doing?!”

“hold on beautiful! im not done yet!”

you face palmed internally while hatsumi now bended his knees to form a scorpion tail before using his toes to grab the water bottle in front of you and flip it. surprisingly, the bottle landed upright, making it a successful bottle flip.

you were about to scold hatsumi before a whole bunch of other drunk men started to applaud your dumb fiancé and his antics. hatsumi then back flipped and took a dramatic bow before making eye contact with you - smirking.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HIMURO

drunk himuro is a rare but adorable sight.

definitely tries not to hit on other women in order not to betray you which is cute but the more women that try and get his number - the more he would falter..

is happier than usual when he sees you; almost like a dog

slurs his words but not as much as lihito

here you were, the sworn lover of the man in front of you who was avoiding a woman who was obviously infatuated with your boyfriend.

honestly you had caught your boyfriend in the act of infidelity many times before so something as simple as this wasn’t a shock to you. the thing that was shocking was the way that said boyfriend was avoiding contact with the woman.

“c’mon hottie, exchange numbers with me! i promise i won’t play you, wouldn’t even dreaaam ‘bout it!”

“sorry i have a girlfriend - matter of fact ‘m pretty sure she’s here riiiight now..”

he was desperate to get this woman off of him because at the end of the day, he knew his limitations and he was trying his hardest not to go past them in order to keep his relationship.

while himuro was busy fending off the woman, you were busy admiring how considerate he was being even though he was drunk as hell. you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat.

finally you decided to get the woman off of your boyfriends back before it started getting messy.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ IMAI

starting ranting about the most randomest things ever

might vent outta no where and start off normal and slowly progress to bawling his damn eyes out

super sensitive - might slur his words

bonus points if you’re drunk too

"and y'know, me being me, I went and threatened those wannabe yakuza! but it didn't really end up in my favor.."

you didn't know how you got into this situation. you were already having a rough day; nothing was working in your favor so you were both stressed and pissed off. you came to your local bar to drink some of your worries off but by fate itself: you were sitting next to the rambling man who's name was como. or camo? maybe bolos. hell, you were too drunk to remember. all you knew was that you were being forced to listen to this man ramblings since you were apparently the only ear that was open to listen.

"i ended up getting jumped by a couple of those lanky yakuza.. i was only 14 by the way but those dickheads didn't even try and hold back!"

he slowly started to look down at his half empty bottle before speaking again.

"i was on the brink of death. practically crossing the bridge but before i could close my eyes, someone saved me."

you were already very invested in this guy's life story but you couldn't even open your mouth to ask what happened after before seeing the drunk man break out in tears.

"and *sniff* he beat the - the shit out of them! and then asked me to ugh- train under *sniff* him! my master is such a good guuuy!"

the drunk man was breaking down completely. and you being drunk as well somehow resonated with him. it wasn't long before you wrapped your hands on his other shoulder and leaning into his neck before crying as well.

"he *hiccup* sounds like a good guy.. *sniff* where did you find himmm? *hiccup*"

"i don't knowww!"

the man then turned around to face you before hugging you back and making the both of you tumble to the floor - crying even more than before.

the whole bar was looking at you two crying on the floor hiccuping and venting to each other about all of your worries.

a man who obviously just walked in turned around to leave while murming something before the man you were crying with called out to him.

"adam *hiccup* you're here?"

"I DONT KNOW YOU!"

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ INABA

IF HE EVEN DRINKS?

i have a head canon that he detests alcohol but if somehow he drinks let alone gets drunk I think he would be just a little more carefree

probably acting like those weed heads that don’t gaf about anything (hatsumi)

doesn’t have any sense of balance whatsoever

“and goodness urita, the guy is wasted! i thought you told me that he didn’t drink!”

poor you, you hadn’t known about the scene that was unfolding in front of you with the man named inaba. in all honesty, you hadn’t known never really seen the introverted man act this way - in matter of fact, you assumed that he couldn’t get drunk!

but the man now in front of you was starting to crawl on all fours while continuously stumbling and sometimes tripping over his own feet. he was obviously out of it.

now you were currently on the phone with inaba’s best friend hoping to find some closure on the scene you just walked on. preferably getting answers onto how and why is he even there! it didn’t help to see inaba basically so out of it that he was stumbling and practically just trying not to pass out.

it was cute because he had a small smile he kept on his face, as if thanking you for going through all of this to make sure that he, a very drunk inaba, was safe and unharmed.

heh.. trying a new style. btw there will be more parts so be on the lookout!!

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[codychristiantreasures]

[stalgivc]

A year of stalgivc ; collection digest of reblogs & posts

[y-unrei]

🍄 tag some of your mutuals and assign them a color!

@n-americano @lvioung @jaexiyu

@sugarish @hourlyhoon @fairytopea

@y-vna @bitchey @woocieul

@p-oisn @wonjuii @flaireur

[onmyknees4simonriley]

the lost kitten...

John was taking a walk in the rain. No umbrella. just a coat. He was feeling very drained and heartbroken after his girlfriend broke up with him. He kept his head down and looked at his feet, wondering what he did so wrong for their relationship to end. John was going to cross the street until he saw a missing kitten poster. It read, "MISSING KITTEN. NAME: STARRY. BREED: SIBERIAN. IF YOU FIND ME, CALL 709-894-7283 AND YOU WILL EARN A $200 DOLLAR REWARD."

John looked thoughtfully at the sign, remembering he saw a cute little kitten that looked just like that one. He came to realize it was the kitten! He remembered seeing it last near the coffee shop he always went to so he quickly dashed off, his speed paying off as he worked in the military. He saw the little kitten sitting under one of the tables outside, shivering, wet, and frightened. John read its collar and it had the same information as the sign so he gently cooed it over. "There there little one... it's okay, im not going to hurt you..." John said in a soft tone, much different from the gruff tone he usually has after being in the military for years.

The kitten mewls quietly, taking cautious steps towards John. John smiles softly, picking the kitten up as if he was handling some fine, porcelain China. He walks inside the coffee shop and asks for a few napkins to dry this cute fluff ball. "I'll take you home with me for tonight... then tomorrow I'll call your owner because she is probably really worried about you..." He said softly. The kitten meowed quietly and nuzzled against John's hand, already warming up to him. John's heart melts and takes her home, keeping her warm in his coat as he walks down to his neighborhood. His night ends up feeling better, just because of a little, lost fur ball...

(guys lemme kno if u want a pt. 2 🥰 P.S dont call the number ion even know if its real 😭)

[hourlyhoon]

tag a few moots or followers and add a picture of an idol that reminds you of them !

　@florichae　　　　　　@chaeryeos　　　　　 　@kiyeuo

　@sh2ua　　　　　　@fairyfaes　　　　　 　@et2rnity

　@n-americano　　　　　　@taroism　　　　　 　@y-unrei

　@ningrlz　　　　　　@b2nnies　　　　　 　@sxgarhan

　@rkkuri　　　　　　@artoruu　　　　　 　@kissunoo

[kuromii-chan]

Lush Green Sunny Botanical Shop pt. 1

[glittervame]

We'll find out soon enough

I think we've found out just how interested we are Pt.2

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the lush grass, teams of young demigods, their hearts racing with anticipation, gathered at Camp Half-Blood for the annual Capture the Flag competition. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes was a veteran of many at such events. The air crackled with tension as they both led their teams to their respective flags, readying themselves for the game to begin.

Luke, dressed in his red team uniform, stood at the edge of the field, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the enemy. He adjusted his cap, making sure it was firmly secured on his head, before letting out a deep breath. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building up inside him. This was his first time playing against Y/n, and he was determined to win. Not just for the glory and the prize, but because he was absolutely, completely, and utterly obsessed with her.

Y/n, on the other hand, was the captain of the blue team. She moved with a grace that belied her athletic prowess, her long, curly hair flowing behind her like a crimson cape. She glanced over at Luke, noting the way he watched her, and felt a blush creep up her neck. She'd had a crush on him for as long as she could remember, but she knew that today was not the time to dwell on her feelings. There was a game to be won, and she intended to lead her team to victory.

He glanced down at his hands, flexing them into fists. He'd never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to physical activity. He let out a sigh, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up, before turning back to the girl. There was something about her that made him want to impress her, to prove himself to her. Perhaps it was the way she moved, or the authority she seemed to exude, but whatever it was, it had him feeling… strange.

The referee blew their whistle, signaling the start of the game. Luke's team spread out across the field, strategizing their plan of attack while the other team readied themselves at their flag. He spotted the girl at the center of her team, her eyes scanning the terrain, her focus unwavering. She was smart, he'd give her that, but he was sure he could outmaneuver her.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the woods into an eerie twilight, Luke squinted through the haze, searching for any sign of the enemy flag, crept silently through the undergrowth. His eyes darted left and right, searching for any signs of movement.

He could feel the weight of his team's expectations pressing down on him, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on his every move. And then, in the distance, he caught a glimpse of it: the blue flag, swaying gently in the breeze, just beyond the reach of his team. His heart raced as adrenaline surged through his veins.

His breath hitched as a cool breeze rustled the leaves above him. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap nearby, and he ducked instinctively into a nearby thicket. Peering through the dense foliage, he saw Y/n, her eyes glinting in the dim light, crouched just a few feet away. For a moment, they locked eyes, and Luke felt a strange thrill run through him.

The tension between them grew. They circled each other like predators, each time they crossed paths their movements becoming more aggressive. He knew they were supposed to be enemies, but there was something about her that drew him in. Maybe it was the way she moved so gracefully, or the way she seemed just as determined as he was to win this game. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her.

And then, it happened. Luke made a move for her flag, dashing through the trees with all his might. But she was faster, her agility unmatched, and she tackled him to the ground before he could reach it. The breath whooshed out of his lungs as they landed in a tangle of limbs.

For a moment, they were still, their bodies pressed together, their hearts racing. Luke could feel the heat emanating from her, could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. He stared into her eyes, feeling a strange mixture of anger, desire, and admiration.

And then, without warning, she smiled. It was a slow, sensual curve of her lips that took him completely by surprise. Her gaze never left his, and Luke felt a shiver run down his spine. Suddenly, he realized that he was no longer angry with her. Instead, he was overcome with a desire to know more about her, to understand what made her tick. As their breathing slowed, she reached up and brushed a strand of hair from his face, her fingers grazing his cheek.

Luke's heart hammered in his chest, and for a moment, he couldn't think of anything but the feel of her skin against his. The air around them seemed to crackle with an electric energy, and he found himself wanting more. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers, when she finally spoke. Her voice was soft and husky, and it sent a wave of heat through him.

"So," she said, her gaze still locked on his, "you're pretty good at this, huh?"

Luke couldn't help but smile back. "I've had my fair share of practice," he replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie begin to build between them. "But you're not so bad yourself."

Y/n blushed slightly at his compliment, her cheeks flushing in the dim light. "Well, thank you," she said, her voice still soft and alluring. "I've just always been good at strategy, I guess."

Luke chuckled. "Well, you've got me there," he admitted. "But you know what they say, right? Strategy alone won't win you a game. It's all about skill, too." He gestured to himself, as if to emphasize his point.

Y/n smiled back at him. "I'm not denying that," she replied, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light. "But there's something to be said for being able to anticipate your opponent's moves."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" he asked, feigning mock surprise. "And how would you know what I'm going to do next?"

Y/n grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "Oh, I have my ways," she said mysteriously. "But I suppose we'll find out soon enough, won't we?"

Just then a whistle rings out through the woods and then a cheer quicky follows after it, the blue team had won, Y/n's team had won. Luke sighs softly as he and Y/n break apart, each standing to their feet. Her eyes meet his once more, and then she turns away from him and walks into the trees.

He watches her go, feeling a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside him. On one hand, he's disappointed that they lost, but on the other, he can't help but feel a sense of relief that they're no longer so close to each other. He wipes the sweat from his brow and takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

As he walks back towards the group of people who had been cheering for them, Luke can't help but glance back in the direction she went. He's not sure why he's so drawn to her, but there's something about her that he just can't shake off. Maybe it's her confidence, her intelligence, or even the way she moves. Whatever it is, it's strong, and it lingers in the air around him like a phantom.

He tries to focus on the task at hand: leading his team back to the starting point. They exchange words of encouragement and congratulations, but Luke can't help but feel disconnected from them all. His thoughts keep drifting back to Y/n, wondering what she's thinking, what she's feeling. He wishes he could just approach her again, to learn more about whatever it is that makes her tick.

As they near the camp, he sees her talking animatedly with a group of her teammates. She's gesturing wildly, her eyes shining with intensity. Luke can't help but be drawn to her, even from a distance. There's something so captivating about her presence, it's as if she's lit up the night sky.

He walks over to where she's standing, feeling a nervousness in his stomach that he can't quite explain. "Hey, Y/n," he says, trying to sound casual. "Good game out there."

She glances up at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Luke," she replies. "You did a good job too." There's a pause, and then she adds, "I mean, you lost, but still." She laughs lightly, and it's contagious, he cracks a grin.

"Thanks," he says, feeling a little more at ease. "I guess we'll have to try harder next time." He gestures around them.

Y/n nods. "Oh, don't worry too much about it," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not like there's any real prize for winning or anything." Her voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of something else there. Luke can't quite put his finger on it.

He chuckles, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, maybe there should be," he says with a shrug. "It'd give us something to aim for." They stand there in silence for a moment, the sounds of the woods and the camp around them filling the air. Luke can't help but feel drawn to her, even though they're not from the same team.

He steps a little closer to her, his face closer to her. "So, what do you think the prize should be?" he asks, his voice low and husky. He can feel the heat emanating from her body and it makes him want to step even closer.

Y/n looks up at him, her eyes meeting his. There's a sparkle in them that he hasn't seen before, and it takes his breath away. "Oh, I don't know," she says, playing with a strand of hair that has fallen out of place. "Maybe the losers have to do something embarrassing?" She tilts her head to the side, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Luke feels a shiver run down his spine at her words. He's not sure if she's teasing him or if she's serious, but either way, he likes the idea. "Oh, really?" he says, feigning surprise. "And what kind of embarrassing thing do you have in mind?" He takes a step closer to her, his heart racing in anticipation of her reply.

She tilts her head back slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, I don't know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe the losers have to wear something…ridiculous?" She pauses, a sly grin spreading across her lips. "Or maybe they have to dance for the winners?"

Luke feels a mixture of anticipation and nervousness surging through him. He knows he's playing with fire here, but he can't help himself. "That sounds intriguing" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a pause.

His lips brush against hers, soft and gentle at first, before he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a dance of desire. He can feel her respond, her arms wrapping around his neck as she presses herself closer to him.

As their lips move together, he can taste the sweetness of her mouth, the softness of her skin. He's lost in the sensation, the way her body fits so perfectly against his own. He's never felt anything like this before, and he knows he doesn't want it to end.

Y/n moans softly into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pulls him closer. He can feel her warmth, her energy, surrounding him like a blanket on a cold night. He wants nothing more than to explore every inch of her, to lose himself in the heat of this moment. He gently kisses his way to her collar.

As he nuzzles against her neck, he can feel her pulse racing beneath his lips. The sound of it, the rhythm, is intoxicating. He presses another soft kiss to her skin, his teeth grazing ever so slightly against it, and she lets out a small gasp, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders.

He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, their pupils dilated, their gazes locked. "I think I'm starting to understand what you meant," he whispers, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.

She bites her lower lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "And what is that?" she asks, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Luke steps back, his hands moving to her hips, and then sliding up her sides, over her ribs and finally cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. He can feel her nipples harden against his palms and a shiver runs down his spine. "Well," he says, leaning in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin, "I think it means that we're both really competitive…and maybe just a little bit interested in each other."

Her eyes widen, and for a moment he thinks she's going to pull away. But then she takes a deep breath, and her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling him closer. She presses her body against his, their hips grinding together in a slow, sensual dance. "Maybe you're right," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe we should find out just how interested we are."