#*confused zzz noises*

[tulipsforvin]

helloooo

Can I request William having a s/o that is really bad in Math (and she hate it really much)?

Like when William tries to teach her and she'll go : zzz...

ᥫ᭡. William x F!Reader That Dislikes Maths

✧ a/n: this is NOT one of my best works 🙅🙅

✧ tags: fluff, established relationship, wholesome, tutoring, William James Moriarty, Moriarty The Patriot.

William was always eager to teach his beloved on any topics that she wasn't confident in, one of the subjects being mathematics - something he was an expert at.

They'd clear their schedules for an hour or two, reserved only for the purpose of William teaching (Name) maths. With much protest and whines from (Name)'s side about how she loathes that particular subject, of course.

“My love?” William questions after a long pause when (Name) doesn't respond to his 'yes or no' questions, asking if she'd understood him or not. “Did you understand?”

“Huh?” (Name) blinks up at him, obviously being snapped back to reality from her daydreaming sessions - one she's gotten used to doing ever since he began to tutor her. “Wait, what? What was it you said?”

William sighs in exasperation, hand reaching over the desk before he eventually flicks (Name) on the forehead. “You're not paying attention, darling. Again.”

“Ow!” (Name) exclaims, placing a palm over her forehead and rubbing over the area that William flicked. “That hurt, you know!”

“Good. Perhaps that will teach you to pay attention to me when I'm speaking.” William exhales, picking up his pen once again. “Now, back to mathematics. Which equation do you find the most confusing out of all the others?”

You scoff at his words, grumbling under your breath and repeating what he said to you in a mocking, high-pitched tone of voice.

“Very mature, (Name.)” William huffs in mild amusement, looking over your features as he speaks to you sarcastically.

“I try my best.” (Name) quips back, flashing William her signature grin. William laughs warmly, shaking his head.

“What do I do with you, hm?” He tilts his head, his gaze gentle when he looks at her.

“What would you do without me?”

“I don't know.” He shrugs, leaning forward in his seat. “However, what I do know is that you're going to finish atleast ten equations before either of us head to bed.”

(Name) groans - making William smirk at his significant other's reaction. “Fine, fine.”

A few minutes pass, the clock ticks by as (Name) attempts (and fails) to complete the task.

William's watching her carefully, chin rested against his palm as (Name)'s head begins to droop, her breathing begins to slow and her shoulders begin to slump.

“Don't fall sleep yet, darling.” William murmurs, looking over (Name)'s sleepy features. “You haven't finished your work.”

“I'm..not..” (Name)'s eyelids flitter, fighting back the sleep creeping into her bones. “Going to..sleep..”

“Yes, you won't - because you still have six more questions to attempt and three more to correct.” William tells (Name), trying to speak as firmly to her as possible. “Focus, love.”

Yet, was that even possible? How could he be stern towards his darling of all people, especially now, when she looks so endearing?

“I am..focusing..” (Name) retorts, feeling her eyelids grow heavy even further. “Stupid Liam.. stupid maths..” She trails off, finally and completely falling asleep.

“Careful now.” William whispers, placing his palm right under (Name)'s cheek when her body slumps forward in her slumber, moments before her face almost hits the desk. He carefully scooches up to (Name), gathering her into his warm embrace.

He looks down at (Name), her face squished against his chest and arm as he holds her. His lips twitch into a small, subtle smile - growing slightly wider when she murmurs gibberish and incomprehensible noises in her sleep.

Another exasperated sigh tumbles past William's lips. “Really,” he murmurs softly, barely audible. “What am I to do with you?”

Perhaps the tutoring could wait another day?

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #serraaphim answers #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

[fierceawakening]

Okay, so I've got more people asking about Phyrexian and we now know a lot of the fan-made Field Guide is inaccurate. (DO NOT GET ME WRONG, it is absolutely amazing how much GuruJ_ figured out on his own. Seriously that guy is a language wizard and I for one would know like 1/16 of what I do now if I had not used it to learn from. But bits of it are very off and it's easier to learn things correctly than to learn them wrong and have to learn them again.)

So, here's... an attempt to teach a conlang, by me.

@threeoftwelve @izzet-league-mad-scientist whoever else

Lesson 1: Alphabet/How To Write Things

The Phyrexian alphabet is huge. Intimidatingly huge. Here's the version WOTC uses and where it is on their website (for the moment):

https://magic.wizards.com/en/news/feature/a-breakthrough-in-phyrexian-language-and-communications

The vertical line through any letter is called the "voice line" officially. I believe it is called that because the shapes of the letters and the radicals many carry indicate how that letter is pronounced.

People with more of a linguistics background than me can tell you in detail how this works. I can never remember it all, so I'll just note here that there are patterns to which letters are related that point to how they sound/how the mouth makes them.

(Consider the difference between how you make "mmm" and "nnn" sounds for m and n, with your lips, and how you make "sss" or "zzz" for s or z.)

So it's a "voice line" because the way a letter is written or angled with respect to it tells you how it's said aloud.

Because of this, Phyrexian can be written vertically or horizontally. It's most properly written vertically but there are canonical instances of it being oriented horizontally. A lot of us working on deciphering it typically write horizontally just because scrolling vertically to read long sentences is a pain.

If you're writing sentences, you indicate which way you're going with a starting marker at the beginning of your sentence and an ending hook at the end. (Think of the hook as a period. The starting bar is coded into most font versions as ^ so you'd write ^this is my sentence.)

For a basic sentence (not a question or an exclamation), these look like:

or, for dash space preservation, horizontally:

You use this marker between words (coded in fonts as - usually):

or horizontally:

So, just to show what this looks like, a simple greeting would be written (horizontally) as:

^xe-'ɒtan.

I greet you.

(two words in Phyrexian, separated by the -)

The major thing to notice about the letters starting out is:

Any letter that has three lines extending from the voice line is a vowel, as is the letter that looks like an O with a line through it. These lines tell you how the sound is made. The one that looks like an O is "the neutral vowel" or schwa, and has no lines because it's "generic vowel sound."

If that's confusing, say the following words in English one after the other, not enunciating or trying to sound precise, just... how you'd generally say them:

Gorilla

Camel

Pencil

Lemon

Album

The highlighted vowel is written differently in each of these words, but in all of them it's pronounced roughly like "uh." This is because it is Generic Lazy Vowel. So while in English, it's represented literally every which way, in Phyrexian you're focusing on how the letters SOUND, and they all SOUND the same.

So "uh" gets its own letter. And gets to be Very Pretty, for the Official Vowel Of Lazynoise.

Everything else is a consonant. The different angles and things represent what kind of consonant they are.

There are a few things in Phyrexian we don't have in English:

The letter shown on the chart as ' is called a glottal stop. It's made by abruptly stopping the flow of air as you speak. Think of how you say "uh-oh" or how you say "button," again not enunciating. You kind of... well, stop after the "uh-" part. "Button" comes out kind of like "buh n" with a little... noise in the middle that isn't there if you just say "bun."

Phyrexian also has "metallic" consonants. These are similar to regular consonants, but have a metallic aspect to them that humans, being fleshy, can't pronounce.

The glottal stop is (sometimes) one of these. It's most properly pronounced with a bell-like metallic noise in it, though you can leave it out if you don't mind sounding a bit like a rube. So the best fleshy approximation is that air-stoppy-thing.

Four consonants with a ' radical on them, ǩ, ť, π, and ǧ, are metallic versions of their counterparts. The ' indicates that these are followed by a clanking sound. Fleshlings can vaguely approximate this by pronouncing them as ejectives. (I am not sure what this is. I think it's blowing more air out so they pop more. Make a p sound and then do it again with your whole chest and I THINK that's the difference.)

π is both ejective and accompanied by a snapping sound.

Four consonants with a cross-like radical on them, φ, ķ, ţ, and ǥ, are also metallic. These are accompanied by a breath that sounds like a knife being sharpened. Fleshlings can vaguely approximate this by pronouncing them as aspirated (Again, not sure but I think they're kind of breathy, with your lips and not your whole throat.)

Finally, š is also metallic. It's pronounced like "sh" (what most languages would mean by š rather than plain s) but also is accompanied by a metallic sound like a blade being drawn from a metal sheath.

The metallics are important to at least be aware of in general because there are certain times in which, say, a word with k in its base form might have ǩ in its conjugated one.

If there are extra ' s or + s in the letter, it's probably metallic. I believe the one exception is h. What are you doing, h?

The other letters that look weird are letters English doesn't have (or has but doesn't have specific letters for, like the glottal stop in "button") but some other languages do. If you look those up, you should be able to find examples of how they're pronounced. (For example, without metallic embellishment, φ is the "ph" in "Phyrexia." It's close to f, like how we say ph in English, but slightly different.) If you want my guess/advice on any of them feel free to ask though.

Suffice it to say I'm sure I pronounce many Phyrexian words with a very heavy accent, even above and beyond the "doesn't have throat metal" fleshling accent I can't do anything about off an operating table. (Loud stage whisper to surgeons: You put it all too far down! I can’t talk right!)

AAAAAND I'm gonna stop there as that's a crap ton of information and I'm exhausted.

Next time: How Sentences Work.

#fierce teaches phyrexian #gitaxian braindump 1

[zzzcorner]

why does tumblr keep saying I have a inbox notification when it's empty (??)

#zzz speaks #*confused zzz noises* #inbox #uuuh #why tumbr why

[uglytintedshades]

*Confused zzz noises*

#zzz is confused #*confused zzz noises* #*confusion* #dannyboyzone #zzz speaks #mutuals #mutual #pfp #lookismreaderinserts #elisimp #lookism me #loserdiarydotcom #kincore

[actuallysaiyan]

Sasuke Uchiha Spicy/N-S-F-W alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sasuke isn’t very into aftercare like some other people might be. He’ll probably just get himself cleaned up, and he’ll give you a washcloth or something like that. Afterwards, he just goes back to doing what he normally does. He might give you a sweet, little kiss and if you want to shower with him, he won’t say no. Don’t expect too much from Sasuke after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sasuke would probably say his eyes are his favorite body part. It’s kind of an obvious answer, but that doesn’t bother him one bit. His eyes have an amazing prowess and he’s not going to let anyone tell him otherwise.

On his partner, he hates to admit it, but it’s always going to be their smile. It’s warm, sunny and makes him feel wanted and loved. It’s his one weakness in a partner, and it has to do with the fact that people who love and care about him always smiled at him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All Uchihas have a breeding kink, and that’s the hill I will die on. Sasuke definitely wants to pump you full of his cum, and he’ll definitely hope you’ll get pregnant so that he can continue his clan. He needs you to help carry on the Uchiha name, and he’s not afraid of fucking you for hours and pumping you full of cum.

As for you, he’s going to enjoy overstimulating you. Just the thought of you whimpering and whining as he fucks you over and over, making you cum for the umpteenth time...it’s just something that absolutely drives him insane. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would absolutely never admit it, but he’s interested in maybe having a threesome with you and Naruto. The idea of the two of them dominating you is something he fantasizes about more than he’d like to say so. It’s not like it’s something he’s going to beg you or Naruto to do, but if the situation were to arise...well, let’s just say he wouldn’t say no.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sasuke isn’t experienced, but he is quite the prodigy with almost everything else. He’s very naturally talented at so many things and he enjoys practicing and training until he gets insanely good at something. So, he’s definitely going to know what’s going on before he even gets to try it. He’s just that good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is a toss up between cowgirl or the mating press. The man wants to fuck many babies into you, but he also enjoys watching you ride him like crazy. Just seeing you bounce up and down on his cock, he’s going to be watching you with intent.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sasuke is hardly ever goofy or humorous, but he might make a dirty joke. It comes out very sarcastically, but it’s very sexy when it’s coming from him. He’s very serious about sex and life. You won’t see him joking around much, but he may crack a smile from time to time while having sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sasuke is clean-shaven down there. He doesn’t like the way it feels when he has sex, and he also doesn’t have a whole lot of body hair. The body hair he does have is very dark, and so the carpet definitely matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sasuke is very serious during the moment, and sometimes he can be very sweet and caring. Most of the time, he treats you a little bit like a sex slave that’s basically an incubator for his children...which is something you both agreed to when you got into the relationship. He will show you he cares often, but it’s not always what you need to hear or what you need to see. Sasuke has a hard time being romantic, but he does try as best as he can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This isn’t something he does that often, but if you aren’t around and the mood strikes him, he’ll find a nice quiet place to do this. It’s just not his favorite thing to do, as he’d rather be doing the act itself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What kinks does he not have? ^^’ He loves creampies, breeding kink, tying you up, BDSM...the list goes on and on. He very much enjoys dominating you and showing you a very good time. One of his all-time favorite kinks is overstimulation, in which you are just a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him and you’ve drenched him in your own cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sasuke prefers doing it on the bed, but he’s not against doing it in other places. He enjoys taking you on almost any surface that he can, and he’s not opposed to having semi-public sex. It makes him so aroused to have the risk of almost getting caught by passersby. It’s something that really fuels him on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As stated above, Sasuke likes being fueled on by being almost caught by someone. He also will get so turned on if you whisper in his ear...but something that really gets him going is if you show him lots of affection. He likes to pretend he hates it, but in reality, nothing turns him on more than you showing him how much you truly love him. It makes his heart race!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sasuke is pretty much into almost anything, but he does like to have your consent before trying anything new. He doesn’t seem the type to want that, but he is that kind of guy. If it doesn’t fly with you, it’s not going to happen. He loves you and cherishes you, so he needs to make sure you’re enjoying yourself as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ohhhh Sasuke absolutely adores oral. He actually loves giving it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like receiving it. If you get on your knees in front of him and start sucking him off, he’s going to basically crumble in your hands and turn into putty. If you look up at him with your doe eyes as you deep throat him, he might actually cum right then and there.

As for giving, he enjoys licking and sucking you until you cum all over his face and chest. He’ll keep stimulating you until you’re basically fighting him off of you. It’s just something that he enjoys, and if you whine and whimper, it adds to the whole act of course.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sasuke loves being rough but also teasingly slow. He loves switching it up on you, and he doesn’t hesititate to switch up the pace during sex. Seeing you gasp in surprise or moan in confusion if he tries to change the pace on you. It’s always surprising, but you absolutely adore it. It’s something you admire about Sasuke, and it never gets old.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sasuke enjoys quickies and if it’s all he has time for, he won’t say no to them at all. It’s actually one of his preferred methods of having sex. Having you bent over a desk, a sink or even in some crummy bar bathroom, he’s going to take you to pound town ;) He loves how aroused you get quickly for him, and it spurs him on.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sasuke gets motivated to fuck by the idea of taking risks with sex. Whether it be getting caught or getting you pregnant, it drives him crazy. He will be consumed by lust if you let him take risks during sex. He loves to finger you while other people are around or even using a pair of vibrating panties on you while you’re in public. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sasuke can go for quite a few rounds and his refractory period is AMAZING. This man can fuck for hours and make you cum so much, and he’s barely broken a sweat. This is how he enjoys fucking you anyways.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sasuke has tons of toys, for the both of you. He likes to get off by having a vibrator strapped to his cock, while he presses a vibrator to your clit. He’s not opposed to toys and it’s actually one of his favorite ways to get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sasuke adores to tease you. If you whine and whimper, he will call you a brat and pull away from you. Sometimes, he likes to tie you up and tease you for hours. Hearing you beg for him to do something is like music to his ears. It doesn’t get old and he’s not going to stop doing it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sasuke loves it if you’re loud, but he’s not overly loud himself. He will make little noises to let you know he’s enjoying himself, and he’ll curse and swear if it feels really good, but he’s not super loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sasuke likes to be babied if he’s not feeling well. He’ll come seek you out and ask you to play with his hair and make his favorite food. He may seem like a completely independent person, but he does need love and affection most of the time. He’s just not going to show it always.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sasuke has a big dick. All Uchiha men have big dicks. It’s curved a little and the girth is amazing, but the length is where it’s at. He’s a good 8.5 inches ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sasuke has a high sex drive, but it doesn’t distract him from his everyday life unless he absolutely lets it. It’s something he enjoys doing with you a lot, but he’s not going to drop his passions to have sex whenever he can. He likes to plan out his sex with you, or be spontaneous when you least expect it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to watch you sleep after sex. It soothes him to watch you cling to him, telling him you love him and then you drift off to sleep. It’s one of the only times he gets true peace in his heart...so it takes a little while for him to fall asleep.

#writing #not requested #spicy alphabet #spicy alphabet sasuke #sexy alphabet #sexy alphabet sasuke #ns*w alphabet #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke uchiha x y/n #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke x y/n #sasuke x reader #naruto #naruto lemon #naruto smut #sasuke smut #sasuke uchiha smut

[andre8398]

Defender's Stand (Part 6)

Meanwhile on the way to Yoyogi Academy Dorms

"Why did we leave him behind?" Yui asks as the group stops to take a breather. Everyone wonders the same thing. "I know it was a split second decision you seniors made, but why not help him instead?"

"I'm sorry my Yui. The dragon entrusted your safety to us." Wakan responds with an uncharacteristic frown.

"After saving you and Tatsuya, then creating a distraction so that we could escape. We won't let that effort go to waste." Daisuke states trying to support Wakan.

"My Yui, No, Everyone please understand we have barely anyone here that can fight them." Wakan pauses and grits his teeth as he musters energy to say the rest of his thoughts. "World Representatives are those who stand at the top of their respective world hierarchy, me and my Daisuke can not fight them off by ourselves."

"What about Sakura and her siblings? I'm sure they'd help too." Tatsuya questions.

"Their Sacred Artifacts are useless against the Artifacts of the World Reps. If they try to fight it would be a kin to suicide." Wakan says coldly as his horns flash from green to a purple and yellow then back to green. The group gets a feeling of dread. Sensing this, Wakan tries to lighten the mood. "Hey don't worry, my Ryugo is strong and he can take care of himself." The group is once again shocked as Wakan realizes his mistake.

"Wakan how do you know that?" Daisuke asks him. The siblings try to sprint back, now knowing that the dragon that saved them was the young man from their dream, not even able to take a step before being stopped by a voice.

"Now. Where do you think you're going?" A man in a police uniform appears before the group.

"Old man!" Carlos states.

"Old Perv!" Sakura and Kengo exclaims.

"Master Hogan!" Toji salutes the man.

"Gramp-pa Hogan ..ZZZ '' Kai says in his sleep.

"Haha, you kids are out a bit late aren't ya and quite away too. Even if it is the weekend you shouldn't be out this late." Hogan says calmly.

"They're here to help with next week's sports festival." A voice says from the darkness. The group turns around seeing a blue light in the darkness. The voice continues to speak as a man in a tracksuit and lab coat walks out revealing himself. "This was our meet up point, and I came here to pick them up and assign them temporary rooms and roommates. Their school, parents and legal guardians should already be informed."

"I see thank you for informing me of the situation, Dr. Mineaki. I'll go check out the noise complaint then be on my wa-"

"Wait, there are 3 of you missing? Where are Vincent, Ryota Yakushimaru, and Shiro Motoori?" Mineaki asks as everyone looks around, then sees Shiro carrying the unconscious Ryota barely joining the group. As they all realize Vincent is not with them, a sense of dread feels the students.

"Don’t worry my Ryugo will keep him safe. There is nothing he wouldn't do to keep him safe." Wakan reassures the group.

"Ryugo, you say." Mineaki questions

Back at the field

ACHOOO!! Ryugo sneezes strong enough to blow Teda off of Balor's shoulder. Yoritomo and Balor look confused then take the opportunity to strike. ACHOO!! ACHOO!! Another bust of wind sends Teda flying. Ryugo throws the one of the chains that once tied him down and catches Teda, pulling him in and binding Teda in the process. Once Teda is close enough he is knocked out cold by Ryugo.

ACHOOO!! "What the-? Is someone talking- Shit!" Ryugo states as he evades the slashes from Yoritomo's sword. SWOOSH!! CLANK!! CLASH!!! The sword rings against the swinging chains, Yoritomo mercilessly causing ryugo to defend back and forth like a dance of death. CLANK!! CLASH!! CLANK!! CLASH!! These sounds ring like a melody that are keeping Ryugo in check.

Seeing the opportunity Balor strikes. A large CRAAACK!! can be heard as Ryugo is sent flying by Balor's fist. Due to Teda's arrows Ryugo's wings were damaged causing the young dragon to become grounded. As he lands on the ground, the force of the impact causes him to bounce, he rolls to regain his footing, stopping himself Ryugo looks at the opponents.

SHIINK!! SPLOOSH!! Before Ryugo can react he can feel a blade enter then exit his chest.

“AAAAAHHHH!!” Ryugo lets out a pained roar as he looks down, he sees Yoritomo removing the sword from his chest. Ryugo shutters as he falls to the ground.

“Now to end this.” Yoritomo aims the blood soaked blade at the dragon's head. Then stabs down.

“ULTIMATE SUPPER” Before the blade can even make contact a wave of pudding blasts Yoritomo to the stands next to the field. Balor looks at the source of the pudding, seeing Vincent supporting a round red haired student.

“Are you okay, Ryota?” Vincent asks,

“Yeah! Doing alright.” Ryota responds joyfully. Both students run in front of Ryugo.

“Hmp. You two. Very well then try to protect him.” Balor says as Yoritomo tries to slash at Ryota. Vincent and Ryota are sent flying as Vinvent uses all his strength to defend Ryota.

“AAAHHH!” The students' screaming rings. Yoritomo gets ready to longe again, however he is slashed by claws before he could do so. Yoritomo winces in pain as he jumps back only receiving minor cuts as a result.

“How are you still able to stand? You should be incapacitated!” Yoritomo Shouts as Ryugo stands before him once again.

“Till my final breath. With this power of mine I wish to protect those I care about!”

Ryugo declares with a roar causing the watch on his wrist to react. The watch shines bright like a newborn star. This awakens memories within Ryugo that didn't belong to him before. Vincent's phone reacts as well as a new app appears, he presses this new app opening a live stream of sorts. As Vincent points the camera at Ryugo,the mysterious app appears to people all across Tokyo, allowing them to tune into the stream. A voice speaks from the watch.

“Wish Accepted, If You accept the consequences of this wish please give the command.” Ryugo places the watch to his heart.

“It’s Hero Time! Let’s go! Live A Hero!”

Okay authors note: current finishing up part 7 which should be the final piece to this story arc/event. And Thank to my friend @shinjukuspiritcommittee who let me use his OCs Tatsuya and Yui. Please see his works

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #wakan tanka #daisuke #taurus mask #summoners #Yoritomo #Balor #Teda #oc Ryugo #oc Yui #oc Tatsuya #housamo fanfic

[amitlee]

hey :)) i am craving lee george so bad haha

So my prompt is lee george, ler wilbur coz of how much wilbur cooed over george in the irl vlogs . i can just imagine him scooping him up in a hug and tickling him just coz he was looking cute (all platonic).

If you don’t like the pairing or irl lemme know and i’m sure i’ll have other ones for you 😂

TrackStar

Summary: George, Tommy, and Wilbur are adventuring in London. When George gets tired of running, Will offers to give him a ride until they get to their destination. It’s all fun and games until Will decides that he can easily run with George on him.

Thank you so much for the request! I know it isn’t directly what you asked for, but I love the idea of George getting scooped up in a hug and will probably write about that as well some day💕

Ler!Wilbur, Ler! Tommy, Lee!George

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Semi frantic laughter could be heard from the trio as they ran through the streets of London. They had difficulty being serious in the best of times, so now that they had the excuse to be as ridiculous as possible, they took full advantage. This is how George somehow ended up on Wilburs back.

“You’re like a little backpack, man! I bet I could run with you on.” Will challenged, mostly to himself. He knew Tommy wouldn’t try to stop the two of them and well, it’s not like George had much of a say at this point.

“Yeah I’m sure you could. Not.” George shot back with a laugh.

Will turned his head to look at George as best as he could. His eyes shone with confidence and determination.

“Hold on tight, Georgie.” He said before picking up speed to be at a jogging pace.

George’s arms wrapped around Wilbur’s shoulders, careful not to hurt him but also making himself feel more secure.

Tommy followed close beside the two, keeping the camera trained on them. He laughed at their antics before speaking.

“There you go, Will! Show em’ some real speed!” He prompted the older man to speed up. He was thinking of good content for the vlog, but also good memories with his friends.

Wilbur had never been the type to turn down a challenge, especially one he knew he could achieve. Without much thought behind his actions, he sped up. George had gotten much more giddy after being picked up. The constant bouncing and general playfulness had taken away all the nerves he had about meeting and pushed them to the back of his mind.

However, the increase of speed had definitely made it more of a challenge for both men. George felt himself begin to slip a little from Wilbur’s grip.

“Wihill! I’m fahalling!” He exclaimed, tightening his grip fractionally and tried to pull himself back up.

Will let out a choked noise at the now much firmer touch around his neck. It wasn’t painful but definitely unexpected. He grabbed onto the back of George’s thighs to hoist him back up before placing his hands back behind the man’s knees.

It goes without saying that a shriek was not the expected reaction.

At first, Will thought he had hurt George and majorly slowed his pace. He was just about to ask if George was alright when he heard Tommy burst into laughter behind him.

“George! You are too old for that, my friend.” The youngest teased when he caught up to the pair.

An annoyed groan followed by the sassy comeback of, “Oh shut up, it’s not like you would know much about aging!” Only served to confuse Wilbur more.

While Tommy and George exchanged banter, Will connected dots and put together puzzle pieces before finally coming to a conclusion. George was simply a little ticklish. It wasn’t like Will was unfamiliar with the concept, he’d always considered it a normal thing and had participated in many tickle fights in his life. This combined with his naturally teasing attitude made it impossible for him to drop the subject.

Will wiggled his fingers where they supported George. George had a smaller reaction as he wasn’t as surprised the second time. He still laughed, of course, as he’d never been very good at holding in his laughter.

“Wihihill! I swear I hahahate both of you!”

Wilbur picked up his walking pace, he’d slowed down when George had begun to slip. They were now speed walking down the street. Will let out a gasp when George made the lighthearted comment and switched to diabolically squeezing the man’s knees.

“Oh Gogy, surely you don’t mean that.” Will said with a pout in his voice.

Tommy still had the camera rolling but planned to have most of this edited out for privacy. He decided to chime in “It’s pretty rude to insult someone especially when he’s been carrying you around.” He pointed out with a smirk.

George felt his face turning hot at their comments. He was thankful the city was mostly empty compared to the normally bustling streets. He leaned his head down to hide his face in Will’s shoulder.

“Awww look at him, he’s not even fighting back! It’s not like he could though. Careful George, don’t want to fall~” Will emphasized the last word by pretending to lose his grip on George. George let out a yelp followed by a string of giggles once he realized it was all a joke.

“I cahahan too! I could tohotaly escaHAHAPE- WIHIHILL NOHOHO!” Suddenly, there were hands lightly squeezing half way from his knee to his hip. If you were to ask George, he’d tell you that spot is an abomination and then deny ever having such a ‘weakness’.

“You’re talking a little too much for someone in your position.” Wilbur reasoned, keeping the same speed with his hands.

George only seemed to get more ticklish as time went on. Despite the tickling not changing much, his laughter got slightly louder and his legs twitched involuntarily.

“STOHOHOP!” In truth, George was having fun. Sure it would be embarrassing if someone saw them, but he let himself giggle his heart out anyways.

“Well are you feeling rested enough to keep running?” Wilbur asked the man. He slowed down and moved his hands back into their original position behind George’s knees.

George took in a few breaths but didn’t stop giggling, he could still feel the tingles all over his legs and it didn’t help that Will’s hands were still on him. But once again, he didn’t really mind. However, he let out a bewildered sound when Will mentioned running again. After all that? There was no way.

“What! Ahafter that! There’s no way I can run now, you almost killed me, jerk.” He’d already been behind the two longer-legged males and was more tired than before.

Will stopped abruptly for a moment before walking again. He could never resist the theatrics. He let his voice drop and then spoke, “Tommy, make yourself useful and show-“ He was cut off.

“Oh absolutely! I thought you’d never ask, big man.” Tommy exclaimed, putting his phone in his back pocket and walking faster to be behind Wilbur and George.

“Nononono- Tommy gohoHO AWAHAHY!”

While Wilbur was gentle and calculated, Tommy was sporadic and rougher. Squeezing up and down his sides, poking his ribs and scratching at the spaces inbetween, he even went for his underarms once but stopped as he realized George might actually fall. At one point, he made his hand into a claw and began vibrating it into George’s stomach while making ‘zzz’ noises. This all happened in the span of around three minutes, leaving George unsure of where could be attacked next.

Just as George was about to call quits, Will let out a shout.

“There he is! Feast your eyes, lads!” He exclaimed and set George down. He made sure George could stand and let him gain some composure before the trio made their way over to the one and only KSI.

George playfully glared at Tommy before quickly looking away once Tommy wiggled his fingers. The attention was back off of the smaller man once they reached KSI, who wasn’t expecting to see them. They said their introductions before he had to leave, but not before filming something for the vlog.

George felt a poke to his side and later found out the culprit was Wilbur. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a long trip.

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Ok that title’s so funny I’m not even sorry

GUYS I START FINALS IN 2 DAYS MAYDAY MAYDAY

Anyways, that was the postly unintelligible rant. I hope you enjoyed the fic and my inbox is always open! I have more prompts and will be getting to those soon💕

Also if someone could teach me how to do the Read More thing yes please

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #ticklecommunity #ler!wilbur #ler!will #ler!tommyinnit #ler!tommy #lee!georgenotfound #lee!george #dsmpticklefic #dreamsmptickle

[santaverse]

[ LOCATION ] : THE BELIEF DIMENSION; THE NORTH POLE, CHRISTMAS EVE

Today was December 24th; Christmas Eve! The big day! Does time fly or what? It was all hands on deck at North’s Workshop. Yetis and elves were running around the place, frantically helping each Santa load their sleigh full of gifts. Considering this wasn’t their first interdimensional Christmas, the Santas had a plan for the big day. For the Santas who delivered gifts, a sleigh full of toys would be prepared. Then, once the time was right, portals to each Santa’s home dimensions would open up, allowing the Santas to deliver presents where they came from!  Luckily North’s Workshop was big enough to withstand so many sleighs! 

For Detective Bullock, this was a sight to behold. He stood on the sidelines, hot cocoa in hand, and stared at the other Santas getting their sleighs prepared. Even Noel and Tohru were being equipped with sleighs and gifts! Knowing the feeling very well, Malcolm and Grandsanta turned to each other and gave a mutual nod. The two approached Harvey together, with Malcolm giving the detective a pat on the back. Harvey nearly swung on the old men, he was startled so badly.

“ Quite the hullabaloo, isn’t it? “ Malcolm said with a light smile. 

Harvey took another look at the organized chaos and shrugged.

“ Yeah, I dunno how you fellas keep up wit’ all dis mess. “ 

“ Hohoho, I often asked myself the same question! “ Malcolm chuckled.

“ It gets bigger every year, “ Grandsanta began. “ Christmas was a lot simpler back in me old days! None of this runnin’ about! “

“ I’m used to a quiet Christmas. No people, no carolers, just me n’ some pizza. I dunno how you fellas think wit’ all dis noise. “ Harvey scoffed to himself, yet kept an eye on the process. “ Still… y’gotta admit Pops, it’s pretty impressive. “

“ Aye, “ Grandsanta agreed. “ Nothin’s blown up, all the elves n’ reindeer are in-tact! That sounds like a win t’ me, ay? “

Harvey turned towards the two and crossed his arms. “ So, why ain’t you two wrapped up in all dis? Ain’t you fellas got a home t’ get to? “

“ We’ve retired, “ Grandsanta answered. “ I’ve had me fun n’ the sun, but now it’s time I let me boys take it from ‘ere. “  Malcolm smiled towards his father, then explained. 

“ My son Arthur is in charge of Christmas now. He and his brother Steve are absolutely wonderful at keeping up a good Christmas. Now, I’ve got much more time to spend at home with my wife Margaret and my father! I’m much happier now than I’ve been in ages, truthfully. “ 

“ Huh, “ Harvey replied. “ Good for da both of yas. Y’know I- “

Before Harvey could add any sentiments, the entire workshop began to rumble. There was a loud CRASH and a bright flash of light engulfed the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and shielded their eyes. 

“ IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT? “ North shouted from atop his staircase. 

Once the light began to fade, the Santas prepared themselves. They knew what this sensation was. It was the same phenomenon that brought them all together. It was the work of the Spirit of Christmas, bringing a new Santa to the workshop. However, none of the Santas were prepared for who was about to show up.

“ HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! “ Hundreds of Santas came running out of the portal! They ran towards each Santa and Yeti and began restraining them in headlocks!

“ What the- ACK!! H-Hey let go! This is naaaughty!!  “ Sea Santa cried. 

“ Sacré bleu! “ Pierre Noel yelped. He was yanked by his beard by one Naughty Santa into the arms of another. “ What is zis?! “

“ O-Oh dear!! “ Santa Paws whimpered. Two of these Naughty Santas backed him into a corner before grabbing hold of him. “ H-Heeelp!! “

“ Zzz… “ Two Naughty Santas approached Sleepy Santa, but stared at each other in confusion once they saw that he was asleep. They shrugged, then grabbed a hold of him anyways. This woke him up instantly. 

“ Zzg-huh, what? Oh goodness! What’s going on here?! “

North reached for his swords, but was met with four of these Naughty Santa clones leaping on top of him. “ RRRGH… “ He struggled against them, and was slowly lifting the clones off of him! But, other clones spotted this, and joined in the dogpile. North was powerless. “ AGH!! “

As the chaos continued, two final figures stepped out from the portal. One Santa looked just like the other clones who had attacked the other Santas. However, he had a dark ‘M’ brandished onto his suit. 

“ GOOD WORK BOYS!! “ he applauded the clones.

Beside him was another, smaller and rounder Santa who was cackling at all of the mayhem. As soon as he emerged, the Santas gasped. Classic Santa and Jolnir shared a silent look of realization to each other.

“ The one we were warned of… “ North mumbled, barely being able to see through the Santas piled on top of him.

“ Hello my good Santas! Did you enjoy my little show? As you can see, there’s going to be a few CHANGES to Christmas this year!! “

#INTO THE SANTAVERSE || ( drabble post! ) #[ MERRY CRISIS Y'ALL!!!! ] #[ literally for these santas 0_0 ] #[ of course i had to hide a few more santas from y'all >:) ] #( long post )

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

hi! I hope I'm not late for the alphabet... Can I ask for SFW A, B, C, H, J, M, N, R, X and Z for Joker? I know it's a lot so no need to hurry or you can break it into few, shorter ones. Thank you and wish you a lot of inspiration and motivation!

Hello my love!! Thank you for reaching out!! You most definitely are not too late 🥰

So, I did end up breaking this request down a little bit. I’ll post H, R, and X a little later - but here are the rest!

Nestled under a read-more so I don’t inundate folks with the ~~long~~ ☺️

Joker/52

SFW Alphabet Letters: A - B - C - J - M - N - Z

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first Joker is stingy with his affection - he’s more afraid of being hurt than he is of hurting someone else. Withholding affection is self protection for him.

With time he realizes how good affection feels, from holding hands to resting against one-anothers’ bodies.

With a little more time he realizes the good-affection-feelings aren’t anything to hide from. They aren’t a punishment, or even a reward. They just are.... because he is loved.

It takes such a painfully long time for him to realize this, but once he does he absolutely cannot get enough physical affection.

Touch his hand, arm, shoulder.... omg his back??

There’s a whole side of him he’s never even entertained... open that up for him.

He will be FOREVER grateful.

All he wants in life is to be touched and loved. He’s never known anything beyond hatred and bitterness... you don’t even have to, uh, give him a happy ending. Hold him, caress him, show him physical affection and his mind is utterly blown.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you ever, in your life, want ANYONE on your side.... it’s Joker.

Fair, he’s pretty militant in his beliefs and direction. But... we see how hard he fights for his own truth. Imagine he’s fighting for something - someBODY - tangible. An entity with feelings, desires, pain....

As hard as Joker wants to be, really he’s soft and gooey and wants nothing more than companions to share his life with.

More than likely you’d bond either over music or your general disdain for society as a whole... maybe a little of both.

He’s made a friend here and there, mostly acquaintances, aside from Viktor who is probably his best friend until he meets you... and then you seem to fill a role all your own.

He treats everyone whose managed to wriggle into his heart the same way - with undying devotion and protection that borders on stalking. 🙃

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Joker is resistant at first. He doesn’t even necessarily know if he *likes* being touched...

Until you stroke your hand up and down his back for the first time.

And then you lay your head in his lap and wrap your arms around him.

The warmth down to his bones is foreign.... but once he realizes he likes it, he cannot get enough of it.

Eventually he’s nudging his head into your lap for hair-strokes, wrapping his arms around your waist hoping you’ll hug his shoulders and neck back, craving your fingers against his scalp.

If he feels comfortable, if you’ll let him, he’ll dissolve into the neediest little black puddle you’ve never been able to deny.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Honestly... I think Joker is surprised by the jealousy he feels over you.

Initially, I think, he can’t even fathom jealousy. He’s very, very much about personal agency and the thought of “possessing” one’s partner seemed foreign to him....

Until he saw someone flirting with you... and you didn’t immediately brush them aside. Instead, you seemed pleased by their attention.... what the fuck?

Joker is as confused as he is irate. You’re only supposed to want him, right??? Especially considering some of the things you’ve done together....

He follows you with hawk-eyes, swooping in to question you the absolute FIRST moment you are alone.

“You wanted them, didn’t you?” He asks, unable to look you in the eye. He takes your scoff as an affront. “Is this funny?”

You try hard to hide your triumphant grin, a little ashamed of how tickled you are by his jealousy.

“I don’t know how you expect me to see anyone else with you in the way?” You say, grinning unapologetically at his sour face. He looks so bashful your heart sinks in your chest. “You do know you’re the only one I ever see… right?”

He scoffs and toes at the dirt, looking pathetically like a scolded boy, hoping you’ll dive against his chest the way you end up doing, squeezing his bony ribcage into your soft arms. He sighs against you, nuzzling his face into your neck. As you smile against his skin you mutter, “YOU are the only one I want, stupid. Who could ever possibly replace you?”

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Joker’s passed the fuck out, spread-eagle on the couch, you nestled between his thighs, cheek on his tummy, likely also passed the fuck out. Joker is not a morning person. He doesn’t even think about cracking his eye open until he can feel the afternoon settling into evening unless he absolute h a s to.

If you wake before him - which is typical - he’s unbothered by your activity and is sometimes even spurred begrudgingly awake by it. He doesn’t really mind - if he really needed the rest drum practice wouldn’t wake him - and he can usually coerce you into doing something fun. If you really need help with your responsibilities he’ll probably try, but he struggles with attention when it isn’t something that easily holds his interest.

He doesn’t usually eat much, but if you put some food in front of him he’ll be endlessly appreciative and probably even start gaining a little weight.

Most of the time he just appreciates waking up to you in his arms (or between his legs, or slung over his back, or otherwise wrapped around, under, or on top of him), gently rousing with some wake-up snuggles and, uh, stuff. 😏

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are spent snuggling, wrapped around each other, enjoying some yummy food, and usually watching or listening to something.

Joker’s very sensitive to his environment, especially when he’s preparing to sleep. After a short adjustment period he gets comfortable enough to really enjoy spending the night at your place, but he’s become so accustomed to Viktor’s endless activity in the only space he’s ever felt the safety of “home,” that having too much quiet is unnerving for him. Having a movie or show on, playing music, even a loud fan or air conditioner help soothe his unease. If there’s no better option he likes to fall asleep on your chest, lulled by your swooshing, thumping heartbeat.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Joker has never really, in his life, known a nighttime routine that he’s ever liked or remotely worked for him. He just kind of… nods off wherever feels safe and reasonably comfortable.

He spends a lot of time napping on the couch at his place in the Nether with Viktor. He has his own room, and the bed is fine, but honestly… he low key doesn’t like to be alone.

Don’t be mistaken, he almost always prefers to be by himself, most especially when he’s in a vulnerable position like sleep - but that was before he realized there were people in the world he could feel comfortable with and enjoy being around after all.

He doesn’t like loud, sudden noises, but the shuffling, padding, clacking sounds he’s become used to in his environment are slowly becoming the happy-place he goes to when he zens out, lulling him into peaceful sleep every time.

Once you come into his life, he spends more time sleeping wherever you are. It’s weird for him at first… he spends a lot of time on your couch in the dark, even when you aren’t home, so he can get used to the sounds of your environment. He probably even spends some sleep-overs on the couch, until he tackles the task of getting used to your bedroom. He absolutely isn’t averse to the presence of a sleep/white-noise machine.He may or may not bring a big-ass fan from home to setup in your bedroom - just cause it needs more air flow, ya know. 👀

Once he’s used to sleeping with you there, outside of extraneous circumstances he has a VERY hard time sleeping without you - especially if you snore, move around a lot, or make a lot of noises in your sleep. Beyond the obvious loss of your warmth and weight, he’s left without his snuggly little sleep-machine. Having something that smells like you nearby helps. If you’re ever away or unavailable you should just assume he’s sleeping in your bed every chance he gets.

He might even pop in occasionally just to nuzzle your pillows/clothes while you’re gone, holding onto it for later knowing he won’t be able to come back to sleep. Don’t be surprised to find some strange things missing when you return.

#burnie answers #SFW alphabet #fire force joker #joker #joker/52 #headcanons #requests #a-bit-confused

[alexmercer2424]

Ooh Pyramid Head NSFW ABC’s?

Knife?

Pyramid Head NSFW ABCs

Aftercare

Pyramid Head doesn’t know anything about aftercare, less be real here. It’s a lost concept to him, care isn’t his thing, he’s made to punish. However, if you force yourself close to him after the deed he will hold you and likely play with your hair. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, your hair is a wonderful mystery to him is all, but it counts in your heart

Body Part

Be it because he himself doesn’t have one, or a lot of things don’t have a normal one, but he loves your face. The expressions you make during sex always draw his attention in close, and he can’t look away. It makes him curious and it makes him wonder what other faces he can get you to make, what other noises too

Cum

He likes cumming inside you, nothing too kinky. He likes claiming you as his, and this is the best way, his scent and seed actually in you and peg of you rather than just on you that could be washed off easily. In his head, it puts him at ease because he thinks it’ll keep other creatures away from you

Dirty Secret

Pyramid Head isn’t a soft guy, nothing about him is sweet or cuddly, but he loves when you cuddle and pet his helm. He loves when you’re gentle and your touches are soft, and there’s no rushing any of it, it’ll make him melt and likely finish much sooner than either of you are used to. You’ll find it cute, but he’ll try to avoid the embarrassment even if he adores the attention

Experience

Normal like, human to human, consenting and not dangerous experience? No… no he doesn’t have that. Taking what pleases him, no regard of the other creatures feeling of life even? Yeah… yeah, he’s got that, but we’re ignoring that for right now

Favorite Position

To be honest, his favorite position, is!!! Simply holding you in his lap. He likes how close you are to him, loves how small you are compared to him, and he has the desire to protect you and what better way than to hold you close, even during your intimate times. His helm will shield you, his hands/arms on you will help protect you, and he loves feeling you squirm against his chest

Goofy

Goofy? What? What??? As goofy as he’s going to be is his weird helm purring, but other than that nothing he’ll do on purpose. You may be able to confuse him or get him to do something odd that’ll make you laugh, but he hasn’t done it on purpose

Hair

…I don’t think he has hair, of any sort. He’s a creature of Silent Hill, and I don’t believe anything has hair off the top of my head. He loves your hair though, touching it lazily or pulling it, whatever he’s in the mood for

Intimacy

PH can be intimate in his own way. His helm will vibrate softly, like a cat purring, to show his pleasure and his more gentle side. He’ll hold you close to him, and try to be gentle, but this is still hard for him to do as simple as it may sound. He’s a killer after all

Jack Off

This isn’t his thing, never was never will be. He’s a busy monster, he’s got places to be and things to do. The only time he’s ever sexual is with you so he doesn’t really see the point.

Kink

Pyramid Head’s kink is treating you like a sinner or guilty person, someone he has to punish. He’ll never kill you or be too violent with you like he has with his actual victims, but the thrill of it all gets his blood pumping and brings that primal monster inside him out

Location

Of course the location will be your safe house, away from all danger. Your safe house isn’t like a normal house, let’s be real, so your options on limited. It sounds boring, but it’ll likely be on whatever you call a bed

Motivation

His motivation is pleasing you. Whatever you did, or didn’t, he’s obviously attached himself to you since he has not only not killed you, but has also slept with you. He wants you happy, wants you comfortable here in Silent Hill so he’d do most anything. You can’t say this for many killers, let alone monsters

No

The biggest no is obviously his knife. This knife is far from wherever you two are getting down and dirty at. He’s a responsible knife user, let’s be real, but he’s not taking the chance. No need for it possibly falling, no need for it getting in the way, and if you try to suggest anything with it this will be the time he acts like he can’t understand you

Oral

Idk if this is possible in the traditional sense. PH is a big dude, all around. Deepthroating isn’t possible with the guy, let’s be real here. He’s not too picky on receiving oral, but he enjoys your effort. Use both hands, your tongue does more than you think, even light kisses will turn him on more than he started

Pace

All??? Everything??? Depends, depends how busy he’s been, how much adrenaline is running through his body or your own body. Sometimes he’ll follow your lead, or sometimes he’ll take the lead. Generally you two can find a happy medium, between fast and slow, but he could care less about the pace and your reactions say the same

Quickie

Quickies are Pyramid Head’s thing. He likes to take his time with you, or just take you, but never quickly. The only time it’s acceptable is near dawn, when he was busy patrolling the streets to come back to a needy you, or him being needy himself, because at dawn he’s likely gone

Risk

Usually there’s no risk involved, besides just sleeping with this monster man, but at times he can get you and the monsters of Silent Hill mixed up. He may feel the need to punish you which may result in him much rougher than normal. It’s up to you to either get use to and find pleasure in the pain, or find a way to snap him out of the trance

Stamina

If it’s a particularly quiet night in Silent Hill, and you’re up for it, he can go as long as his first appearance to before he needs to go. This guy walks the streets and drags his Great Knife around all night, sometimes fighting and sometimes not, he’s got all the stamina in the world. It also helps he’s a demon/monster of some sort too

Toys

Honestly if you show Pyramid Head a vibrator, he’s likely stare at it confused or think it’s a weapon of some sort. Or that you castrated a man, that’ll likely pop into his head first. He’ll likely ignore it because he doesn’t understand, and the only thing he’s going to do with it is slap it out of your hand if you poke him with it

Unfair

Tbh, this is like 50/50. The reason you’re not dead around him is because he doesn’t see you as a sinner or someone who is guilty, meaning he has no reason to punish you. However! That’s his job, punishing people and creatures for what they’ve done, it’s what he knows. Some nights he’ll ge gentle and caring and give you all you want, but sometimes his work sticks around a little longer, especially if he has just punished someone, meaning he may tease and torture you (not like actually torture), and at times, just take rather than give

Volume

He can be loud, but not on purpose, in reality it’s quiet for him. He’s a large man, and with it comes large lungs and large vocal cords, allowing much greater volumes to come from him even when hushed. His groans will make his helm vibrate, and his mimicked breaths will cause the air around you to get hot

Wildcard

PH actually has a soft spot for you. Almost animal like. Pressing his helm against you, wanting your attention, lingering close by even when he doesn’t need to. As sexual as he may be, sometimes it’s not on his mind

XRay

This big monster man is big all around and there’s no doubting that. Big helm, big biceps, big knife, nothing is little regarding this man. He’s not a grower, but that’s no reason to be offended or concerned because even soft this man be dangerously big

Yearning

Pyramid Head doesn’t have the same yearning as some others per se. Not the yearning that involves needing to touch you and be close to you, but rather a paranoia. A paranoia to keep you safe and knowing you’re safe even when he’s not around

Zzz

I don’t think this thing man falls asleep. If you count not showing his face during the day, then you’ll know when he’s gone, but aside from that, he’ll be awake long after you fall asleep

I forgot to collapse it! Fml! 

No one saw anything, we’re good!

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[yukiobeyme]

Would you be willing to do one of the NSFW alphabet headcannons for Beel? I just read your Levi one and it was good 💓

NSFW under the cut! Thank you for the request <3

Beelzebub NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Didn’t really know what aftercare was, just figured it was staying together and sleeping. You end up bringing up your needs or the idea of aftercare. Beelzebub then makes sure to keep extra snacks and drink for you; he even goes as far as finding the electrolyte drinks to make sure you stay hydrated.

He also adores giving you soft kisses on your back and shoulders, holding you close to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, Beelzebub is huge for a demon but compared to a human, even of average or above-average size, he is massive. He absolutely marvels at the sheer difference between the sizes.

He loves your mouth; he loves how your mouth makes him feel. But he also loves your hands and how small they are compared to his dick. He honestly overall loves everything about you, especially when it’s on him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time you swallowed his cum, he was beyond shocked and turned on again. He let out a groan when he felt his dick twitch interested in the scene that was in front of him. If he ever comes on your chest you should expect him to finger feed you his cum until you are clean.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not necessarily dirty but it’s probably one of the secrets he has kept from you. He likes how much bigger he is than you, he also knows the pure power he has over you as someone so much bigger as you and as a demon. But it’s something inside him snaps when you take charge and control. Something about seeing you smaller and weaker body on top of him, he is completely submissive and is practically putty in your hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is surprisingly experienced? He is by no means easy but promises of breakfast in the morning definitely motivates him to give his best performance. But it’s only a handful of partners but treats every time as his first time. Not necessarily in a clumsy/awkward way but more in the sense of teasing and casually touching you, making sure you are doing okay before he completely devours you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he is a simple demon and he loves the closeness of it. Sure he is down for you to top him or even occasionally take you from behind, but something about watching you fall apart under him drives him wild.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Can be pretty goofy, sex is weird and awkward sometimes. And sometimes weird noises are made and he constantly reassuring you that it’s all good. But he also just loves your laugh and smile and bringing them behind closed doors and to an intimate moment just drives him wild. Very rarely is it super serious, those are reserved for times when you need to be reminded of how loved and precious you are.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpets do match the drapes, he is naturally not very hairy but he is well-groomed, something about his wrestling outfit. Out of season, it’s a toss-up, It is either well-groomed for a bit but he’ll let it grow for a while, getting annoyed at the length and then the cycle starts all over again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Is more on the romantic aspect, there is always a date or something beforehand. He tries to woo and seduce you every time. Makes sure to worship you and praise your body. You would be covered with his kisses and love before being wrapped tightly in his arms.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off often, after meeting you, he would have more urges for sure. But Beel used to having food turning him on, so for you to turn him on he was equal parts confused and curious. After getting in a relationship he rather just message you he is hungry for you rather than food and forgoes jacking off alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Food Kink

It was your idea to bring food to the equation and Beel was more than eager to participate. Whip cream and strawberries are his favorites but there something about licking chocolate off you is amazing too. Likes to be one that gets to eat but will occasionally be allowed to be eaten off of.

Size Kink

It’s just something about how much bigger his is than you. How he can corner you and just tower over you. Your hand is so tiny in his and it drives him up the wall. While he isn’t into power play, he thinks his size kink influences his thoughts about how you could easily break when he towers over you. He also enjoys how much he can touch of you at once.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your room, he doesn’t want to risk having Belphie ruining the moment. Though your room isn’t much safer. Occasionally the shower/bath and there was even a wild incident in a random closet at RAD.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Purely seeing you and seeing you react to him and how he moves. Its intoxicating and makes him hungry in other ways. He is being honest when he wants to devour you. Teasing is always a good thing to get him going especially when you try to eat the most sexual foods innocently. Praising and moaning over the taste, he tells you he is the only one that can make you sound like that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that can be considered dangerous and isn’t into BDSM. He just won’t do it, anything he is iffy on takes a lot of time and communication before he would consider it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving all the way, he takes eating you out to a whole other level. You know that recent video of the Hawaiian Papaya eating contest? That’s how he eats you out, he constantly going down only coming up when he needs air before diving start back in with enthusiasm.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way. Very rarely is he fast and rough, only times when he thinks he was going to lost you or if you spent the whole day working him up. He rarely desperate enough to want it fast and rough, He thoroughly enjoys slowly take you apart. Starting with kissing all over you, ignoring your sensitive areas. Before he finds his way to your thighs, where he will nip and bit. Your hands will be threaded in his hair and voice hoarse with pleading with him to touch you before he finally gives in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t haven’t often, he just doesn’t like being quick with you. He wants to take you apart piece by piece. He doesn’t want you leaving him without feeling worn out but most important he doesn’t want left to feel unloved.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With you he is willing to experiment, it makes it more fun. He is never too serious so any idea you have he won't shoot down and is willing to figuring it how to make it come true.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go 3-4 rounds; he considers rounds the amount of time you get off. He usually cums twice maybe a third time depending on the day. The first round is always focused on you feeling good without penetration, then focused on both of you with penetration, and the third is working you through another orgasm after you already felt spent. If you are up for another round, it a very slow and sinful round. Beel lasts way too long for your liking if that is even possible but he somehow manages his lust and desire perfectly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Isn’t the biggest fan of using toys, unless if you express you would like to use toys, he wouldn’t even think about it. Doesn’t own any toys. Though he was a fan when you suggested edible lingerie

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is very unfair and what makes it so unfair is he doesn’t mean to be. He just enjoys making you feel good and you spend all day worshipping your body. He loves all the noises you make, and it only encourages him, the amount of times you have been close to tears due to his teasing is unreal. You learned that tugging at his hair can usually get him to move on from the teasing but some days it seems like he wants to tease and work you up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Isn’t very loud, he likes to only make noise when he is beside your ear. So you know exactly what noises you pull from him. Whenever he is receiving pleasure it isn’t a surprise to see him biting his lip or have a hand over his mouth to try and quiet himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It took a long time before you were able to talk Beel into letting you wear a gag ball. He just hates not being able to hear you or communicate with you. But then again there was something seeing your mouth stretched around a red ball, like a roast pig, that sparked a fire instead of him. The sex was rough and desperate, as you had drool at the corner of your mouths and tears threaten to leak from your eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Is HUNG, like damn. Like to the point, it is intimidating that first time you see it, but if you were to be split open… what a way to go. He knows he is huge too and makes sure to always be gentle and never pushes you or your body. The first time you saw it, or rather an outline was during a wrestling match and you were distracted and concern.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Is average for a demon, maybe a tad below average. But he would never turn down sex with you, especially because of the soft and intimate moments with you in the afterglow.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He isn’t going to sleep until he eats to restore his stamina and most times it’s a food coma that will knock him out after sex. But he always brings you water and some food too, encouraging you to at least eat something before he will pull you onto his chest.

#Yuki writes a lemon about a demon #yuki draws #Lemon Time with a Demon #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #obey me beelz #Yuki Writes! #yuki writes

[equiuszahhak]

PLOT INCOMING

Aradia and Kyrril come to see Loom. They’re upset. They don’t feel well. Eventually, they fall asleep after some nice time together. Here is the not good time:

Loom

Zzz they fall asleep and probably mumble the others can leave if and when they want.

Aradia

ee doesnt leave

Kyrril

As if he'd even think about it. After he's sure they're settled though, he will kind of... raise an eyebrow questioningly at Aradia. Girl do you know anything?

Aradia

she shakes her head and shrugs, nope!

Kyrril

A little frown. A lil more brow furrow. Troubling.

Aradia

she nods like yeah...

Loom

Sn,snore

Aradia

she tries not to giggle too loud and accidentally wake them up

little noises...

Loom

They've started changing to their true form when they sleep! Aradia got all 6 arms around her.

Aradia

oh fuck hella pinned

Loom

She ain't going nowhere

Aradia

kyrril help i am being engulfed

Loom

Kyrril under hair

Aradia

they are both entangled

lord help them

Kyrril

This is fine. More than fine. He gave a soft little chirp of amusement.

More hands to hold. Don't complain!

Loom

Chirp.....

Aradia

ee isnt complaining, she giggles at kyrril cute noise

Loom

Loom eventually moves to their back. Hold both babes.

Aradia

oh they are hold

ees face is on their chest

pillow

Loom

Their shirt sags at the middle, covering their stupid torso mouth

Pillow

Kyrril

Hey, it's a good mouth torso.

Aradia

omg their torso mouth is open. kyrril try not to get too horny

Kyrril

Kyrril will try to hold all three of the hands on his side. he will NOT get horny thank you. he can read the room

Aradia

that would be hilarious

ee pats their torso teeth

they are so big

Loom

The teeth wiggle slightly at the gum

Aradia

'0mg...'

'the teeth m0ve'

Kyrril

his eyes do that thing a cat's do when they're interested in smth. BIG pupils. But he will resist. Whisper time. "Now is not the time. To experiment. They need the rest."

Aradia

'if its anything like last time they are a heavy sleeper. im just waiting f0r the tentacles t0 sh0w up'

Loom

The mouth will open wider, slowly. Teeth bloom and flower to move out of the way. A hand reaches out. Long nails, exposed muscle. Blue and black tar dripping from it

Its only finger tips at first

Kyrril

uh

UH.

Aradia

'uh 0h'

'i jinxed it'

Loom

The eyes that bubble and float within their maw follow as if underwater, but fade out of existence the higher they go. Some pop. Their freckles stop glowing, one by one.

Aradia

'y0u never cease t0 amaze me l00mie' kiss on the cheek

Kyrril

He is........ Alarmed. Sitting up just slightly, peaking curiously under their shirt at the mouth.

Aradia

's0... are y0u g0ing t0 h0ld that hand? i th0ught i was being ungrateful'

Loom

Words come from within. another hand emerges, like trying to pull itself out. Arms lead into the maw

Kyrril

"Aradia." it's a.... warning tone. "I do not think. This is. Normal."

Loom

When Kyrril looks, deep down inside, it goes for miles. Lift up the shirt, kyrril. Pressure in the room shifts

Aradia

she pokes a floating eyeball seeing if itll pop

Loom

It pops.

Aradia

vu0!

Kyrril

Yeah, sorry Loom, he's nosy. Shirt gets shoved up, since Aradia actin a fool, he gonna take this somewhat seriously. Gonna. Touch one of the hands. Should he just. Shove it back in?

Aradia

'hey y0u were the 0ne g00fing ar0und last time getting all c0zy with mystery limbs last time, and i was w0rried, and i was sh0wed up since n0thing bad happened'

Kyrril

"Last time. Something was not trying to crawl out of our mate's chest."

Aradia

'h0w d0 y0u kn0w this isnt just m0re 0f them'

Loom

The hand recoils, and the slimy skinless mess grabs him for leverage. It pulls. It wants out. Shoulders dislocate, the maw is not large enough.

There is gurgling scream, a half formed face pressed up to the teeth that cage it in. Eyes striking blue, filled with hate. Hunger. Deparation.

Aradia

'0k n0w im w0rried' she crawls out of looms arms or at least tries to

Loom

Loom themself is limp

Aradia

she is peeking over the side of the bed from the floor

Loom

LET ME OUT. I COMMAND IT. LET ME OUT.

Kyrril

Ah, Ahhh, he does NOT like that, thank you!! If it's going to grab him, he's not gonna yank it back, just shove it further in. Back! Back ye foul beast!

Aradia

'wh0 are y0u' she calls from behind the safety of the edge of the bed

Kyrril

"Loom? Loom wake up."

Loom

Its claws dig into him.

Aradia

aradia flies up and on kyrrils side trying to dislodge the hand from him

Loom

I AM THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.

The screams are pained, dry yet wet. The voice is distinctly female.

Aradia

'rightful heir?'

Kyrril

Oh, now you wanna help. But he knows not to be petty right now. He'd really, really like to not lose his hand, thanks! And this hurts like a bitch. Noticeably, he's shaking. "You are not welcome here."

Loom

You are mine. You are MINE.

It growls, almost sobbing.

Highblood, please, dont let me die again.

I'll kneel. I will kneel this time.

Aradia

Aradia pulls the creatures fingers out of kyrrils arm while trying to make sense of all this

"Are y0u sure this is s0mething kyrril"

Kyrril

Okay! Okay this is getting weird. His pupils are pinpoints, the orange of his eyes red. "I don't know. What this is. Aradia." It's scary and skinless and screaming

Loom

Makara. Please.

It bubbles.

Aradia

"Hes n0t gamzee!" She calls defensively

Kyrril

He's tearing himself away fast enough to fall off the end of the bed

Man down

Aradia

She helps him up

Loom

Gamzee, gamzee, gamzee--

Crazed and reaching out.

Rustblood. Please, you're alive. You're back now, tell him I'm good. I did what he wanted. You're here. You're all here.

The hands are slipping back in. They hold loosely to the teeth that keep it back.

Please. Please.

Aradia

'Equius?' She crawls back into bed approaching carefully

"Hes n0t gamzee... but he thinks y0ure really g00d"

Loom

The tar has melted anyway. There is a clear face. Its loom, its not. Soft features, full breasts, blue eyelashes and a slit throat.

She reaches out slowly, slipping.

Aradia

Aradia wants to pat their head out of pity but is afraid of being grabbed. Her hand reaches out but she hesitates

Loom

Please.

She begs, lurid blue tears streaking comparably pale skin. It's a steep drop, into the abyss.

Slip.

Aradia

Oh god

Aradia

Aradia looks into the hole

And occasionally back to kyrril to make sure he isnt dead

Loom

Their body is like a cracked chrysalis. The echoing scream fades after a bit. Looms freckles ignite again

But they dont stir

Kyrril

He's not dead, just.... frozen. He doesn't know what to do with this. He's.... scared, almost.

"........What.... was that."

Aradia

"I think it was 0ld v0idl00m"

"Fr0m the m0ment bef0re they were killed. By gamzee. Wh0 they c0nfused y0u with. Which is unf0rtunate"

Loom

The mouth closes, teeth forming a tight lattice.

Aradia

"It cl0sed..."

"I feel s0 bad..."

Kyrril

He remembers hearing about Gamzee! Doesn't like that at all. Doesn't like any of this at all. Hearing that it closed, he dares a step closer.

"...Bad?" He's so lost. He's. So damn confused. "Why.. Why was it-- Why were they here?"

Aradia

"Are y0u 0k?" She says in a pathetic voice, cracking as if shes about to cry

"I d0nt kn0w why they were here! But they were calling f0r help... and they fell"

Kyrril

"Yes." No. Absolutely not. But he's mechanically climbing back into the bed. Grab one of Loom's hands to squeeze probably too tightly.

".....is this. What they were so concerned with.?"

Loom Looms going to be out for a while. But their chest begins to animate, and they are mortal again.

Gray skin. Black hair. Heart deathly slow.

Aradia

"P0ssibly... i mean this sickness. Its happened bef0re"

"It seems like with what happened back then. But back then everything that appeared. The hands, the tentacles. All them. Makes sense that w0uld have been them as well"

Kyrril

"But that. Finished." He had his heart attack about all that already!! Why again.

Aradia

"We d0nt kn0w that! We d0nt kn0w ab0ut anything thats g0ing 0n! And n0w y0ure hurt... and l00m... wh0 kn0ws when theyll even wake up"

Loom

They groan actually. Brow furrowed, but still asleep.

Aradia

She sighs in relief

Kyrril

He gives her a look like he hadn't considered that, and is very mad she put the thought in his head. But the movement is. Good. Promising. He's settling down to lay beside them with jerky movements. He won't sleep but. You know. "We can speak with them. Tomorrow."

#plot: onset #action post

[zzzcorner]

*Confused zzz noises*

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Hello there friend! May I request Sabos' NSFW alphabet A-Z, please? Thank you for your time. Stay awesome!

Ahhh thank you both! Sorry this took me so long (I stared at most of these letters with a blank stare, making the same noise SpongeBob does when holding the Orb of Confusion...it was a dark time) but I finally got it done! I hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sabo’s not a big cuddler (he can be persuaded to cuddle on occasion though), but he’ll at least make sure you’re good and settled before either going to sleep or returning to work

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: His arms; they’re very toned, and he can do a lot with them. He really loves the way you fit within his arms when he wraps you up in them

On his partner: Necks, that’s where he likes to pay the most attention to, and he’s constantly rubbing his nose in that spot where neck meets shoulder (both in and outside of the bedroom)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He really doesn’t like having cum on him, so he’ll prefer to cum inside (the mouth also works!)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time he had sex, he was so nervous he couldn’t even look at his partner even when they asked. It was actually kinda sweet, in an adorable kinda way, but he still prefers for it not to be known by other people

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not inexperienced, but he doesn’t have sex very often either. It’s mostly been one-night stands when visiting various islands, and usually he only did it because the others he was with sorta pushed him to go talk to the cute person eyeing him up. He’s a fast learner, though, and he’s learned quite a bit from his few experiences

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl, or reverse cowgirl, or anything that puts him on his back letting the other person top. He likes the view.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t necessarily say he’s goofy about it, but he definitely teases a lot (verbally in this case). He’s not afraid to laugh in the moment, though

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s a bit cleaned up, hair-wise, mostly for his own comfort than anything else

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

With one-night stands he’s not romantic at all. He keeps it very impersonal, especially since he’s not gonna see that person again. When it’s with someone he cares about, he almost doesn’t know how to switch on the romance, but you can tell in his actions that there’s more feeling behind what he’s doing

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates pretty often; if anyone found out he’d be super embarrassed about it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He may like to be on bottom, but he’s definitely a dom. He’s also pretty into impact play, but he won’t go overboard unless his partner is ok with it. He’s also kinda into hardcore bondage (tying his partner up, gagging, blindfolding, the works), but he hasn’t had much chance to explore that yet

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom, mostly because it’s private, but he doesn’t confine sex to just the bed *wink wonk*

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? He gets turned on by “arguing” with his partner. Not about anything serious, of course, but angry sex? That’s that good shit

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Things like knife play and stuff that actually causes real bodily harm aren’t for him; he likes to cause pain to some extent but he doesn’t like to leave actual marks, and he doesn’t want to actually hurt his SO

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely prefers receiving, but he’s still extremely skilled with his tongue. The best way to get him to go down on you is to honestly just sit on his face; he loves the powerplay of his sub demanding something from him like that

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s actually on the slower side, but almost agonizingly slow to the point that it’s a tease in and of itself. He speeds up the closer he gets to finishing, though

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s down for quickies! He doesn’t have a preference between quickies and proper sex, it all just depends on his mood and how badly he needs to get off

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sabo needs a little convincing to try something new, but he’ll still usually go for whatever his partner suggests; he’s also very risky, as he prefers to go bareback

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Sabo tends to put his all into sex, especially kinky sex, and so can usually only last for one round, but it’s a decently long round to make up for it

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He started out with a basic bondage set, something he picked out after a one-night stand where his partner at the time showed him what bondage was; eventually as he tries new things, and explores more, I think he’d definitely invest in a better kit, plus a few vibrators and anal toys. Nothing over the top, but enough to (eventually) satisfy his partner

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a rude little shit, that’s all I got

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s super quiet, mostly just low grunts and gasps, but he’s very vocal in his teasing, and engages in dirty talk while dominating his partner

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sabo likes to have sex in front of a mirror every so often, he thinks it’s super erotic

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He thicc

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s surprisingly not that high; other than masturbation he doesn’t really seek out other people for sex, he doesn’t see a need, but once he has a partner his libido increases a bit

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sabo’s perfectly capable of going right back to work after sex, but if it’s bedtime he’ll just lay next to his partner, relaxed and listening to their even breaths, until eventually he finally falls asleep

#sabo the revolutionary #sabo headcanons #one piece #one piece headcanons #not safe #thanks for the ask! #anon asks

[pikashadow]

Last Year’s Summer Sky a Diamond no Ace fanfiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Rating: T

Pairing: Sawamura/Narumiya

Words: 8,114

Author Notes: Here’s chapter 5!

I hope y’all enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Ominous Dark Clouds

Kazuya wasn’t sure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel irritated.

He clicked his tongue as he watched Sawamura run around the field with his trusty tire.

… Never mind.

Definitely irritated.

Because while it took him a little bit to get over their loss, he bounced back (like he knew Sawamura would), ready to practice a lot more and get ready for the fall tournament.

But he wasn’t irritated about that.

(In fact, he was relieved. Maybe even happy a little bit.)

What irritated him was how Sawamura seemed glued to his phone lately. The only time he didn’t look at it was when he was practicing.

He knew without even looking that Sawamura was spending all his time texting Mei.

It wasn’t affecting baseball or his commitment to the team, so he couldn’t scold him (even though he wanted to for some reason).

Although it was getting to a point where he suspected that Sawamura was starting to overwork himself.

Again.

It only got worse once Koushien started.

(Which confused him because shouldn’t it be the other way around? How did Mei have all this free time to text Sawamura?)

Sawamura paid attention to any piece of news about Koushien.

More specifically, any news about Mei.

(And after that news article came out, calling Mei ‘Prince of the Capital’, he could’ve sworn he saw Sawamura change Mei’s contact name to ‘My Prince’. But he had only gotten a brief look at his phone before Sawamura turned away, so maybe… No, hopefully, it was just his imagination.)

Watching Mei pitch motivated Sawamura (and Furuya to a lesser extent), as Sawamura practiced even more, loudly proclaiming that he wouldn’t lose.

Even though his control kept slipping during their practice games.

He made sure to scold him, but it kept happening.

But since this was Sawamura, he wasn’t too worried.

This was probably some temporary thing.

ZZZ

It wasn’t temporary.

Sawamura had the yips.

He was too busy with the team and the other pitchers to try and help him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think about him.

(And maybe the truth was… he didn’t know how to help him.)

Practice wasn’t the same without his loud voice or bright smiles.

And he could tell everyone felt the same as him.

He couldn’t help but notice that ever since he had gotten the yips, Sawamura hadn’t been texting Mei as much.

… Which was understandable, considering they were on different teams. And although he was still dating him, Sawamura regarded him as his rival.

He probably didn’t want his rival to witness his vulnerable state.

Unfortunately for Sawamura, Mei didn’t take being ignored kindly, even calling him on their next weekend.

And while he didn’t know what was said, he could only assume Mei scolded him and demanded that they meet up, as Sawamura immediately told them that he had plans for the afternoon.

… He couldn’t stop him from going.

Even though he worried that Mei would only make things worse, he didn’t have the heart to stop him.

Maybe, just maybe, Mei wouldn’t mess up this time.

If he actually cared about Sawamura, now was the time to show it.

Or he would kill him the next time he saw him and damn the consequences.

ZZZ

Mei tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his boyfriend just outside Inashiro grounds.

They didn’t win at Koushien, their loss only working to motivate him even more.

And while he and the rest of his teammates practiced hard, he still had enough time to text Sawamura (much to his teammates’ irritation).

(He wasn’t blind.

He saw the way his teammates gave his phone confused looks. The way they glared at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. He had told them that they wouldn’t let the results of the summer tournament finals game affect their relationship, but his teammates didn’t listen to him. So whenever he caught them looking, he always gave them a triumphant smirk, taking delight at seeing the obvious displeasure on their faces.)

But lately, Sawamura hadn’t been texting him.

Which worried him (not that he would admit it out loud).

Ever since he started dating him, Sawamura had texted him frequently, even texting him while he was at Koushien.

So he didn’t understand why he stopped suddenly.

He perked up as he watched Sawamura turn the corner.

He was finally here.

To his surprise, Sawamura sprinted toward him, almost bumping into a few things, as he wasn’t looking where he was going.

He was going to trip over something at this rate.

But before he could tell him to slow down or look where he was going, Sawamura slowed down a couple of meters away, tackling him once he was close enough.

Thankfully, Sawamura didn’t knock him over, which he feared might happen, but he still ended up taking a few steps backward from the impact.

“Sawamura, what…?”

He froze at feeling Sawamura’s shoulders tremble, his boyfriend’s arms immediately wrapping around him.

If it were anyone else, he would’ve shoved them away in disgust.

But this was Sawamura.

He wrapped his arms around him, keeping him close.

And it seemed he did something right because Sawamura immediately tightened his arms around him, burying his face in his shoulder, as if that could hide what was going on.

It was a little strange, seeing him like this.

… Okay, it was really strange.

He thought Sawamura would cry loudly, easily drawing attention to himself like the attention seeker that he was.

But Sawamura, who normally wouldn’t shut up even if he told him to, was so… quiet.

No loud noises.

No gasps or yelling in his ears.

Not even a whimper.

It was painful to see him like this.

And even though he wanted to ask, his tongue refused to work, as if it were glued to his mouth.

When Sawamura clenched the back of his shirt and shook his head, he let go with one hand, running his fingers through his hair, hoping to alleviate some of his suffering.

He cleared his throat, finding it hard to speak for some reason. “I’m here. Cry as much as you want,” he said softly.

Sawamura nodded, letting go with one hand to touch the front of his shirt.

He paused in the middle of running his fingers through his hair, but instead of resuming, he moved his hand down, holding his hand.

And when Sawamura only gave him a weak squeeze, he gave him a gentle squeeze back.

Letting him know that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

ZZZ

It wasn’t until Sawamura calmed down that he told him what happened.

Yips.

Sawamura had the yips.

He didn’t know what angered him more.

Sawamura, the boy who should always smile and chase after him, having the yips.

Or the knowledge that no one on his team thought to check on him before things got this bad.

He gritted his teeth, remembering how Seidou’s main catcher gave him a warning glare after the summer tournament finals.

What was Kazuya doing?

What was he thinking for that matter?

With how protective he was, he would’ve thought Kazuya would look out for Sawamura.

But not only did he ignore him, he left him for dead.

Sure, Sawamura wasn’t the best pitcher.

And maybe he couldn’t throw to the inside now.

But that was no reason to give up on him.

He knew better than to actually punch someone, but as he watched Sawamura talk about his team, looking so lost and alone, his hands curled into fists, wanting to march to Seidou and punch that annoying face.

“Are you…”

He blinked, the sound of his voice bringing him back to the present (and away from tempting thoughts of sneaking into Seidou and picking a fight with his boyfriend’s teammates). “Eh?”

“Are you going to…” Sawamura frowned at his bedsheets.

“What is it?”

To his confusion, Sawamura didn’t say anything else, stubbornly avoiding his gaze, as if he couldn’t look at him.

After Sawamura had stopped crying, he had immediately led him into Inashiro grounds and into the dormitory, shooting his teammates a warning glare when they walked past the larger common room on the way to his dorm room.

(His teammates had, of course, looked shocked at the sight of Sawamura. Some of them (like Itsuki and Carlos) immediately got up, taking a few steps toward them. But his icy glare stopped them from coming any closer, shaking his head when it looked like they were about to say something. And although they looked concerned, they had reluctantly sat back down.)

He had led Sawamura to his bed, pulling him down to sit on top of it. And while Sawamura sat facing him, he had refused to look at him.

“Hurry up and tell me,” he said impatiently.

Sawamura finally looked up at him, but instead of meeting his gaze (like he always did), he stared at his left ear, as if he found it fascinating to look at.

(Which wasn’t that ridiculous. He was quite good-looking.)

“Are you… Are you going to… break up with me?”

… Huh?

He narrowed his eyes, tugging at his hand a little. “What did you just say?”

Sawamura looked down at the bed before squeezing his eyes shut. “Are you going to break up with me?”

“Are you stupid? I’m not going to break up with you. Why would you even think that?”

Sawamura opened his eyes, hesitantly meeting his eyes, which only made him angrier. “But I can’t pitch anymore.” He took a deep breath, squeezing his hand weakly. “I’m useless.”

He let go of his hand, scowling when Sawamura started inching away from him. He reached out and grabbed him by his shoulders, causing him to jump and look at him, surprised.

“You aren’t useless,” he said, almost growling.

Sawamura sighed, shaking his head. “Before, I could at least somewhat pitch. But now…”

He shook him, annoyed to see his eyes looking away from his. “Look, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with your teammates, but I’m not leaving you.”

Sawamura winced for some reason, squeezing his eyes shut again. “But you don’t even… Why would you… I’m not good enough.”

“Shut up!” he couldn’t help but roar.

Sawamura jumped, opening his eyes and looking startled. “But I—”

“No, you listen to me, damn it,” he said, voice dangerously low. One part of him not focused on what was going on couldn’t help but notice as Sawamura shivered. And while he could be shivering from the cool air of the air conditioner, he sensed that that wasn’t the real reason, causing him to feel smug. If he wasn’t so angry with him, he would tease him. “I choose who I want to date and not date.” His hands tightened their grip on his shoulders. “And I’m not breaking up with you just because you can’t pitch to the inside.”

“But I can’t even pitch anymore,” Sawamura said miserably, his voice still irritatingly low.

He huffed, letting go of his shoulders to lay his left hand over his heart. “What about this? What about your feelings for me?”

“… Of course I still…” Sawamura bit his lower lip, lifting his hand, as though about to touch his. But a few moments later, he dropped his hand, looking pained.

He poked his shoulder. “I don’t think you’re getting it, so I’ll say it in a way that even you can understand.” He pointed at himself cockily. “I didn’t agree to date you just because you’re a pitcher.”

Sawamura looked so bewildered that if he wasn’t so angry with him, he would laugh. “What do you…?”

“I told you before, didn’t I?” He tilted his chin condescendingly. “I don’t consider you my rival. And if you give up, then you’re not even worth my time.”

“Who… Who said anything about giving up?” Sawamura protested weakly.

He would never admit out loud how relieved he felt at hearing that.

He raised an eyebrow. “Sounds to me like you’re giving up.” He watched as his hands twitched. “You keep saying that you can’t pitch, but you’re just giving up. What happened to wanting to become the ace?”

Sawamura’s hands curled into fists.

“You won’t become the ace if you give up,” he said forcefully. His left hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer until they were centimeters away from each other, unable to stop himself from feeling pleased as Sawamura let out a small gasp. “You’re not the type of person to give up. If you really want to become the ace, practice hard. Hard enough so that all the worries and fears you have disappear. Hard enough to make everyone acknowledge you.”

“And… you’ll still be there?” Sawamura said, eyes watering. His small voice shook. “You won’t leave me?”

He gave him a cheeky grin, leaning in to gently knock his forehead against his own. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” And when tears started falling, he reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I always get what I want. And what I want is you.”

This time, Sawamura gave him a stronger squeeze back. It wasn’t even close to the one he normally gave him, but it was much better than that weak squeeze from earlier. “So selfish. Such a demanding prince.” He leaned in the rest of the way to lay his head on his shoulder, his free arm wrapping around him.

He chuckled, immediately wrapping his free arm around him. “You must love that your prince is here, showering you with attention.” He winced as Sawamura hit the back of his head. “Oi, be careful! I have a world history test on Tuesday,” he whined.

Sawamura pulled away to give him a ghost of a smile. “Isn’t world history one of your best subjects?”

“Yeah, but still!”

Sawamura shook his head before leaning back in, relaxing against him (much to his relief).

Besides the low hum of the air conditioner, it was quiet in his dorm room.

At one point, Sawamura let go of his hand to wrap his other arm around him, pressing closer, as if he wanted to leave an imprint.

He shook his head, amused, his now free hand reaching up to run his fingers through his soft hair. “You know,” he murmured, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence. “I heard we’re supposed to have good weather tomorrow. Perfect weather for playing baseball, right?”

For several moments, he wasn’t sure if Sawamura heard him, wondering if he fell asleep.

But then Sawamura let out a muffled approving sound, nodding as though he wanted to make sure he wanted him to know that he heard.

And it was then that he knew.

Sawamura wouldn’t give up.

That strong heart of his wouldn’t allow him to.

Sawamura would be alright.

ZZZ

Eijun felt like screaming to the baseball gods.

He finally pitched to the inside again and helped his team win.

And he had been excited to face Inashiro again and show off his low and away pitches.

(All thanks to Chris-senpai, of course. He didn’t know what he would do without him.)

But they lost.

Inashiro lost.

And after Kudou-senpai told them the news, he immediately wanted to rush over to the stadium where Inashiro was playing.

(It didn’t matter that he would probably get lost on the way there. Or on the way back.)

But he only managed a few steps away from the team before Miyuki-senpai shot him a warning glare, causing him to freeze.

So he reluctantly stayed with his team, hands curling and uncurling into fists over and over. He gritted his teeth, trying not to explode on the bus ride home.

When Nabe-san returned, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, still unable to believe Narumiya, his boyfriend, lost. He even exploded, furious that they lost before he could pay them back.

(Thankfully, he managed to keep everything strictly baseball related. He wasn’t the smartest, but even he knew that now… probably wasn’t a good time to let his team know that he was dating Narumiya.)

Before he could do anything stupid (like ditch the rest of their meeting), Miyuki-senpai scolded him, shooting him another warning glare that no one seemed to question, as if he read his mind.

It was so unfair!

Why did one of the best days of his high school baseball career (and maybe his life) have to coincide with one of Narumiya’s worst?

Did they upset the baseball gods somehow?

(He didn’t even know how to go about apologizing to them. Maybe a dance?)

All he knew was that he had to see him.

No matter what.

And while he hated the thought of it, he knew only one person who could help him with this.

Will he help him, though?

ZZZ

Kazuya rubbed his temples, wondering not for the first time how things ended up this way.

They won, and although he felt annoyed Mei ruined his team’s chances with his selfishness, he set aside his feelings so that they could focus on beating Ugumori.

After the meeting ended and most of the team left, he thought he would inform everyone else, especially his fellow second year teammates, about Nabe’s situation.

But he couldn’t have expected for Zono to explode at him, even grabbing the front of his hoodie, looking like he might hit him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t understand where they were coming from, but he thought he brought up a few fair points himself.

It wasn’t until everyone left him alone in the cafeteria that he began mulling over everything everyone said.

Especially what Kuramochi said.

He frowned at the table, not even realizing he was no longer alone until someone cleared their throat, causing him to jump and look in the direction the voice came from.

To his surprise, Sawamura stood near the entrance, furrowing his eyebrows.

When did Sawamura come in?

And why didn’t he hear him?

“You scared me, Sawamura.” He gave him a teasing grin. “I didn’t even know you could be that quiet.”

Sawamura huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “No, you just didn’t hear me come in.” He tilted his head. “Is everything alright?”

Oh?

Was Sawamura actually concerned about him?

Ignoring the warmth in his chest (because he didn’t even know why he felt that), he gave him another grin. “Aww, you’re worried about me, Sawamura? I’m touched!”

“Shut up!” Sawamura pointed at him. “You were just sitting there with this weird look on your face, so I thought something happened. That’s all!”

It almost amazed him how Sawamura could be so perceptive yet so oblivious at the same time.

“It’s called concentrating, Sawamura,” he said, smirking at seeing his eye twitch. “You should concentrate on school from time to time. Maybe you’ll learn something.”

Sawamura let out another huff. “You should worry more about the team than my grades. You’re the captain.”

It was if Sawamura could read his mind tonight.

He knows you so well, his traitorous mind whispered. Maybe your connection on the field extends to off the field, too.

Instead of musing on what that could possibly mean, he cleared his throat, gesturing to the rest of the room. “So what brings you here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed?” His eyes narrowed, a thought coming to him. “And no, I’m not catching for you.”

But instead of grumbling or even protesting that that wasn’t the reason, Sawamura looked away from him, biting his lower lip. He nodded to himself before looking at him, causing him to blink at the determined look on his face. “I need your help.”

Those were words he thought he would never say.

Normally, he would tease him. But something felt… off.

Like a sense of foreboding.

He wasn’t the best senpai, and he wasn’t a good person most of the time.

But he suddenly felt the urge to… help Sawamura with whatever he needed help with.

He didn’t even know why he felt that.

He supposed it could be out of guilt.

For not helping him with the yips.

As much as it frustrated him, all the credit went to Chris-senpai for that.

… Okay, maybe a little went to… Mei.

When Sawamura left to meet with him, he couldn’t help but feel worried. Worried that Mei would make things worse somehow.

But when Sawamura came back, the light in his eyes — the same light he feared might never come back — came back.

Of course, the light was still dim.

And it wasn’t until Chris-senpai helped out that the light fully returned to his eyes, but…

It was there.

While suffering from the yips, Sawamura had always looked exhausted.

Everyone could see the dark circles under his eyes.

The way he moved almost sluggishly whenever he wasn’t practicing.

The way his hands kept curling into fists.

And his dead and unseeing eyes.

Whenever he practiced, he was deathly quiet, moving almost on autopilot as he obediently ran laps and didn’t even look at a baseball until Kantoku told him he could join practice again.

When he got back from meeting with Mei, he had still looked exhausted.

And as if he cried a lot.

But ever since he had gotten the yips, Sawamura cried a lot. Probably more times than he wanted to, especially when he was with the team.

So while he had the initial thought that those tears were Mei’s fault, he had pushed the thought away, especially after seeing the dim light in his eyes.

He almost couldn’t believe it.

Mei had obviously done something right since it was because of him that the light came back to his eyes.

Maybe Mei actually cared about Sawamura?

(For some reason, the thought of that made him angry. But he quickly ignored it, thinking he felt frustrated Mei (of all people) was able to help him, and he couldn’t.)

“With what?” he finally said a few moments later.

But that sense of foreboding from earlier came back as Sawamura rubbed the back of his head. It was as if the team threw a cooler of ice water onto him. “This late at night, the buses and trains aren’t running anymore. Which means I have to go by foot.”

A part of him wanted Sawamura to spit it out. But a larger part of him wanted to pretend he wasn’t saying what he thought Sawamura was saying.

It’s not what I think… right?

“And where do you plan on going?” he asked, somehow managing to sound intrigued. For some reason, he found it hard to speak.

What was he doing?

Why was he even listening to Sawamura right now?

He should be scolding him, reminding him that they have a game tomorrow.

Sawamura might have to pitch again. He needed his rest.

And yet…

Sawamura looked away, frowning at the television, as if something about it bothered him. He nodded to himself once more before looking back at him, hands curling into fists by his sides.

And that was when Kazuya knew.

He knew what was coming. What was going on.

“You’ll probably think it’s stupid, but I’m going to Inashiro.” He raised his left fist up to his heart, grabbing onto his exercise jacket. “To see Narumiya.”

And even though he knew it was coming, he still found himself immediately getting up and glaring at him. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

Sawamura narrowed his eyes, fists clenching even tighter. “Of course I do!” he said hotly. “I have to see him!”

“No, you don’t. I know you’re an idiot, but do you even realize what the situation is?” He raised his eyebrows mockingly. And before Sawamura could answer, he gestured to the rest of the room. “We have a game tomorrow. Have you already forgotten what I said during the meeting?”

“That has nothing to do with this! I can’t just forget about him!”

He huffed, shaking his head. “Somehow, I knew you were going to say that. Why can’t you just listen to me?” And when Sawamura only continued glaring at him, he sighed, deciding to try something else. “He won’t like it, you know. He won’t like that you’re there, and he’ll hurt you.”

Why?

Why did Sawamura like Mei so much?

Why couldn’t he listen to him?

He was trying to look out for him!

(Would he listen if he were Chris-senpai?)

Sawamura let out a huff of his own, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t care. I want to be there for him.” He opened his mouth, about to say something else. But then he shook his head, closing his mouth. “Not that I expect you to understand.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And what do you mean by that?”

Sawamura took a step closer, glaring. “Exactly what I mean. I know you hate that we’re still together.”

… Hate was a strong word. He wouldn’t say that he hated it.

Maybe disliked.

But it had nothing do with Sawamura being in a relationship. His problem with the relationship was that he liked Mei.

“I don’t care that you’re still together.” Sawamura gave him a skeptical look at that. “I don’t. You’ll be happy to know that I realized you’re serious about baseball. And about him.”

Sawamura rolled his eyes. “If you realize that, why are you trying to stop me?”

… Was this idiot not listening to him?

“I’m trying to look out for you,” he hissed. “Do you even realize what time it is? You honestly expect me to help you when you’ll probably just get lost?”

Sawamura stomped his foot. “That’s why I’m asking for your help!”

“What about our game tomorrow? You need your rest.”

Sawamura suddenly sighed, looking so tired that it caused him to blink. But before he could ask, Sawamura turned around, walking away.

“Wait, Sawamura! We’re not done!”

Sawamura paused by the exit. “We are done. You’re not going to help me even if I begged you to.” He didn’t turn around, speaking with his back facing him.

“Can you blame me?” When it looked like Sawamura was about to leave, he couldn’t help but say one last thing, hoping to change his mind. “Don’t expect me to pick up the phone if you get lost.”

But Sawamura was stubborn. And stupid.

(And very brave.)

Sawamura left the room, not looking behind him even once.

After everything that just happened, that angered him even more. “Wait, Sawamura!” he called out as the door was closing, walking toward it.

Only to let out a loud curse as he tripped over a chair leg, falling to his knees.

How pathetic.

If only Sawamura could see him now.

Maybe he would change his mind, somehow hearing him fall and run back to check on him.

… Well, Sawamura would probably laugh at him before asking if he was alright. But at least Sawamura would still be here.

Acknowledging him.

(What was he thinking?)

But of course Sawamura didn’t come back.

Leaving him on the floor with a bruised leg and a bruised ego.

ZZZ

Eijun wasn’t afraid to admit that he didn’t know where he was going.

He had always taken the bus to Inashiro.

He didn’t know how to get there on foot, especially since he never paid attention to which streets the bus took.

This was probably one of his stupidest ideas ever.

But he didn’t care.

He had to be there for Narumiya.

Just like how he was there for him in his darkest moment.

He recognized a few streets from his dates with Narumiya, but that didn’t help him. For all he knew, he could be walking in the opposite direction of Inashiro.

He finally asked some people for help, and while the first couple of people weren’t much help (because what was he supposed to do with a bunch of street names), the last few people seemed to understand his problem, pointing out helpful landmarks for him.

One kind person even wrote down said landmarks and what to do when he reached each one, causing him to cry gratefully.

He did get quite a few looks for wandering Tokyo late at night, and he knew a lot of them wondered if he was part of a gang.

But since they weren’t getting in the way, he ignored them, looking around and then back at the paper to make sure he was going the right way.

It took much longer than he wanted it to, but he finally arrived at Inashiro, belatedly remembering to call Itsuki so that he could let him in.

Itsuki hadn’t sounded very happy over the phone or when he came to pick him up.

But he didn’t care, stubbornly telling him that he wouldn’t leave until he got to see Narumiya.

Itsuki had sighed, giving him a guilty look that he didn’t understand before leading the way inside.

When he passed the larger common room on his way to Narumiya’s room, the rest of the Inashiro first string had looked up, eyes widening.

Some of them gaped at him while others gave the player beside them a frightened look for some reason. Kamiya-san and Shirakawa-san even stood up, as if they were about to walk over and stop him, but he quickly shook his head, giving them a determined glare. He didn’t know if they understood, but to their credit, they didn’t move, only watching him until he left the room.

He took a deep breath before knocking on Narumiya’s yellow dorm room door.

(When he still had the yips and he met with Narumiya, he remembered feeling exhausted, hanging on desperately to his hand as he led him to his room. But even though he had felt exhausted, he still took the time to remember how to get to his room. It wasn’t as if he could mistake Narumiya’s room for another person’s anyway, the wooden doorknob hanger with the words ‘Ace’s Room’ immediately letting everyone know whose room it was.)

When no answer came, he tried knocking louder, the sound reverberating throughout the empty hallway.

He waited for a few moments before knocking again.

Maybe Narumiya was asleep?

But even if he were asleep, he would hear him, right?

(Was Narumiya even a light sleeper?)

He nodded to himself before trying to open the door.

To his surprise, the door opened easily, causing him to squint into the dark room. The only light came from the window beside the bed, slivers of moonlight making its way past the drawn curtains.

He frowned, spotting a familiar figure on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest.

Narumiya didn’t move as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. His boyfriend sat in one of the darkest parts of the room, as if he were some type of creature who hated light. It was only when he sat beside him that he showed any sign of movement, tightening his grip around his knees.

He reached out slowly, grazing his fingers on his arm before holding onto the hand closest to him. He gave his hand a gentle squeeze, unsurprised when he received a weak one back. “It’s just me.”

Narumiya huffed, keeping his eyes on his knees. “Of course it’s just you,” he muttered. “You’re the only one who would dare come into my room when I’m like this.”

… Was that a compliment?

He shook his head, frowning at himself.

That wasn’t important right now.

“What happened today?”

Narumiya’s hands twitched, as if he wanted to curl them into fists. “You already know what happened,” he said, irritated. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

Eijun wanted to wrap his arms around him, but he wasn’t sure if Narumiya would let him. It was already a big deal that Narumiya was allowing him to see him in this vulnerable state.

Touching him any more might cause him to draw away from him.

And that was the last thing he wanted.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said softly.

Narumiya’s grip on his hand tightened, but he didn’t say anything.

It was weird (but also heartbreaking) to see him like this.

His boyfriend was always so strong and prideful. He always acted like nothing anyone said about him bothered him.

This guy knew he was a selfish jerk and a bit of a brat, but he never changed himself for others, cockily saying that the world, especially the Japanese high school baseball scene, wouldn’t be the same without him.

And while he didn’t know about the world, he knew he wouldn’t be the same without him.

They hadn’t been together that long, but he always looked forward to seeing him. Spending time with him.

Even if he didn’t return his feelings.

His heart kept clenching the longer he stared at him.

Wanting to help ease the pain, but not sure if Narumiya would let him.

(If he was honest, a large part of him wanted to scold him for losing. It wasn’t just because it meant that they couldn’t play each other again. But for letting his selfishness take over and making him not listen to his battery partner.

But seeing him like this… He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Narumiya was clearly already suffering. He knew what he did and why it was wrong. And that was enough.)

He nudged his shoulder. “I’ll wait for you. No matter how long it takes.”

Narumiya let out a confused noise.

He flushed, realizing how that could be taken. “I-I mean, I’ll wait for you if you want to talk. I’m not going anywhere.”

Narumiya huffed again. “What’s there to talk about? I let the team down.”

“I know how that feels,” he said automatically.

When Narumiya’s head shot up to glare at him, he belatedly realized what he said, wanting to hit himself. “I… I didn’t mean… I know it’s not the same thing,” he said quickly.

“So I just misheard you saying that you know what it feels like to be the ace?” Narumiya said icily.

He almost winced as Narumiya’s grip on his hand tightened, almost hurting him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t!”

He winced at the volume of his voice. And the pressure on his hand.

“You have no idea what it’s like to be the ace!” Narumiya snarled, causing him to gape.

He had seen Narumiya angry before. And Narumiya had gotten angry with him before.

But he had never snarled at him.

“You’re just a relief pitcher! What do you know about being the ace?”

He reached out with his other hand to try and loosen the pressure on his hand, but Narumiya’s grip was as hard as a metal baseball bat. He couldn’t help but glance behind him, wondering if Narumiya’s teammates would come and see what their ace was yelling about. “I don’t. I—”

“That’s right! You don’t! So don’t try to compare your mistake to mine!”

He tried tugging his hand away from the grip, but even that didn’t work. “I was just—”

Narumiya pulled him closer roughly, causing him to gasp as their shoulders touched.

Or maybe it was the way his eyes resembled ice.

Cold and sharp enough to cut into him.

“You’re not even a real pitcher,” he spat, causing his eyes to widen. “Who pitches only fastballs? And yours don’t even go straight. They move all over the place.”

Eijun couldn’t move, frozen where he sat. “I have… I’ve been learning to control it,” he protested weakly.

Narumiya snorted derisively. “You can’t even throw to the inside. Instead of wasting your time acting like you care, why don’t you go practice some more?”

Eijun narrowed his eyes, pinching his side with his free hand and causing him to yelp. “I do care about you! And of course I care about my pitching! Today, I even—”

“Don’t talk to me about what happened today!” Narumiya roared, causing him to unconsciously flinch. “I already know everything! Seidou won while we lost!”

Eijun felt his eye twitch, tempted to pinch him again. “Stop interrupting me and listen to me! I’ve been working hard—”

“Not hard enough,” Narumiya spat.

He reached out to pinch him again, but Narumiya grabbed his other hand, tightening his grip hard enough to make him cry out. “Watch it! That’s my pitching hand!”

“It’s not like you’ve been using it that much,” Narumiya sneered, causing him to growl at him.

He tried tugging his hands away, but he only felt pain for his effort, Narumiya tightening his grip probably hard enough to bruise and making him cry out once more. “Look, you jerk! I’m trying to help you! I’m not leaving! You can’t make me!”

“Why? Why do you care so much?” Narumiya yelled.

He glared at him, squeezing his hands as hard as he could. “Because I like you, you idiot!” he roared.

(Some part of him couldn’t help but wonder why none of Narumiya’s teammates had shown up yet. Surely they were loud enough to wake up the whole dorm.

Maybe even Narumiya’s boss?

… That was a scary thought.

Not that he could control himself even if Narumiya’s boss barged in. He could easily imagine yelling at him before proceeding to ignore him as he focused on Narumiya.)

Narumiya didn’t even look like he was in pain, as if he was used to this amount of pressure on his hands.

And for some reason, that only made him angrier.

But before he could yell at him some more, Narumiya easily closed the gap between them, kissing him on the lips.

He froze, eyes wide. His hands relaxed his grip as he stared at him.

Narumiya, his boyfriend, was kissing him.

It was painful.

So painful.

Not only did Narumiya keep his painful grip on his hands, as if he used a vise to hold them in place, his lips were as rough and unforgiving as his pitching, as if Narumiya wanted to bruise his lips, too.

He could faintly hear the low hum of the air conditioner, but most (if not all) of his attention was on his boyfriend.

Narumiya’s eyes were closed, some part of him wishing he could see those bright blue eyes that resembled the ocean when he opened them once more. He hadn’t noticed it before, but a blue blanket covered his shoulders and part of his head, billowing out behind him like a supervillain cape. And his hair, the same hair he claimed took forever to get ready for their dates, looked untidy and stood up all over the place, as if he had run his hands through it over and over.

Like the way his hands kept clenching and unclenching when he suffered from the yips.

Narumiya pulled away a few moments later, eyebrows furrowing, as if confused as to why he didn’t respond. His eyes opened, dark blue eyes meeting his own, causing him to gulp.

“There. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Go.”

He spoke in a dangerously low and quiet voice, having the audacity to sound disappointed of all things. Eijun wished he could say he shivered because of the cool air of the air conditioner and not because of his voice.

Narumiya finally let go of his hands, looking at them for a few moments before looking at him again.

“Well? What are you still doing here? Leave me alone.”

He… He talked as if the kiss didn’t matter to him.

Like he did it just to mess with him.

Despite knowing how he felt about him.

But for whatever reason, he found his mouth opening of its own accord. “I can’t just… leave you.”

Narumiya shook his head, scoffing. “I should’ve known even something like that wouldn’t scare you away. You probably even liked it.” He gave him a challenging look, causing him to narrow his eyes. “You would like it, wouldn’t you? Especially since that was probably one of the only good things that’s happened to—”

He didn’t let him finish, reaching out and shoving him away.

He stood up, unconsciously cradling his left hand with his right hand. He held them close to his body, glowering when Narumiya gaped, reaching out, as if about to touch him.

“That’s enough. I’m not going to sit here and let you hurt me any longer,” he said, voice dangerously low, causing his boyfriend to jump. He didn’t know whether it was because of his voice or the hot tears he could feel running down his face.

(He wouldn’t deny that a part of him felt smug at that reaction.)

And before Narumiya could say or do anything else, he crossed the room in a couple of strides, opening the door. He paused before walking out of the room, looking over his shoulder at him.

Narumiya was in the same position he left him in, gaping even as he raised a shaking hand, as if trying to stop him or somehow touch him from where he was. “W-Wait. I didn’t—”

Part of him couldn’t help but feel surprised that Narumiya, of all people, was stuttering. But unfortunately for him, it wasn’t enough to stop him from leaving.

“Don’t say anything else!” he hissed, causing his mouth to automatically shut. “You know that I don’t… That I didn’t want…” He let out a frustrated huff. “Anyway! I want an apology!” He tightened his grip around the doorknob. “If you still care about our relationship, I want an apology! And it better be a good one!”

“Sawamura, I—”

He strode out of the room, slamming the door shut, the force of the impact making the wooden doorknob hanger swing back and forth, creating a thudding noise.

He pretended not to hear the muffled frustrated and angry sounding yell behind him, already walking away from his room, hating the way his hands curled into fists as the yell continued.

A little while later, he jumped at a touch to his shoulder, shooting the person a glare.

To his surprise, he saw Itsuki beside him, holding his hands up, as if showing him he didn’t mean any harm.

He couldn’t help but blink a few times as he noticed the larger common room. He didn’t even notice that he was walking right past it (and the rest of the Inashiro first string).

He missed the way most of them flinched, shooting furious glares in the direction of their ace’s dorm room. He missed the way their hands curled into fists by their sides, some of them crossing their arms in front of their chests.

What he did catch was Kamiya-san and Shirakawa-san scowling, Shirakawa-san looking in the direction of Narumiya’s dorm room and muttering under his breath. Some of the players around him slowly inched away from him, looking frightened.

“Eijun… Are you… alright?”

His eyes softened at Itsuki’s hesitant but concerned tone. “Sorry, Itsuki. I didn’t mean to glare at you.”

Itsuki shook his head, giving him a small, soft smile.

He laughed hollowly, wondering what he must look like to Itsuki and the rest of the Inashiro first string. But strangely enough, he didn’t care what they thought of him.

He gave them a tremulous smile. “I should get going. It’s really late.” He gestured in the direction of Narumiya’s room. “I wouldn’t worry about Narumiya. He’s going to be alright.” He gave them a determined glare that probably didn’t look as convincing as it should’ve been. “I won’t allow him to stop here. I will catch up to him.”

He bowed his head politely. “Good night. I’m sorry for intruding this late.”

And after one last look in the direction of Narumiya’s room, he walked away, tempted to curl his hands into fists.

“Eijun!”

Eijun paused, turning his head to look at Itsuki questioningly.

“I… I’ll text you.” Itsuki gestured in the direction of Narumiya’s room. “About Mei-san. So that you don’t have to worry.”

He gave him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Itsuki. Feel free to text me about anything else, too. Like practice or that series you’ve been wanting to get into.”

“Yeah, I will!” Itsuki beamed at him. He took a few steps in his direction, frowning. “Should I show you out?”

Eijun chuckled, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks. “I’ll be alright. I think I’ve come here enough times to know where I’m going.”

He didn’t remember how he got back to Seidou, vaguely remembering that the way back was easier for some reason.

(Which was weird, considering he hadn’t been looking where he was going.)

And while he should’ve expected it, he still felt surprised at seeing Miyuki-senpai waiting by the entrance to the dorms, frowning.

Miyuki-senpai’s frown immediately transformed into a scowl the moment he laid his eyes on him.

Was he still angry with him?

Remembering what happened at Inashiro caused tears to form in his eyes (even though he had already stopped crying a while ago).

“Are you happy? You were right,” he said bitterly, walking around him.

But a hand grabbed his left wrist, causing him to wince as it touched the bruise.

To his relief, the hand immediately let go.

But before he could continue walking, hands turned him around, Miyuki-senpai looking down at his hands and scowling.

“Did he do this?” Miyuki-senpai spoke in a low voice, reaching out and holding onto his hands carefully.

He watched as Miyuki-senpai turned his hands gently, inspecting the bruises. “I walked into a wall.”

He had seen the way Narumiya looked at him. Looked at his hands.

Narumiya hadn’t meant to bruise him. He didn’t mean to go that far.

And even he knew that he went too far.

So he didn’t mind defending him, knowing that Narumiya was a good person.

He still wanted an apology, though.

He wouldn’t forgive him without one.

Not this time.

Miyuki-senpai’s head shot up, glaring at him. “Why are you defending him? That guy is…”

To his confusion, Miyuki-senpai never finished what he was saying, only huffing.

“My hands are alright,” he said, pulling away from him.

“’Alright’? Are you blind?”

He turned around, not in the mood to argue with him. “They’re alright. I can still pitch. So don’t tell anyone.”

“Why are you still looking out for him when he hurt you? You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.”

Instead of replying (and probably getting into another argument), he walked away, shaking his head.

His ears picked up footsteps behind him. But this time, it sounded as if they were walking away from him.

Good.

Miyuki-senpai seemed to realize he didn’t want to argue. Or he realized what time it was.

His heart clenched at the thought of Narumiya. Suffering by himself.

Hopefully, an apology will come soon.

That way, they could work on everything together moving forward.

He refused to entertain the possibility of never receiving an apology.

An apology will come.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Author Notes:I hope y’all enjoyed the fifth chapter.

Another short chapter. Not sure what it is with me and short chapters lately. But I couldn’t think of anything else to add. I really wanted to write some more about the time Eijun had the yips, especially since I knew so many people were looking forward to seeing how I would write it. Hope this didn’t leave y’all feeling disappointed.

So this was a pretty angsty chapter. Is it bad that I was crying while writing this chapter?

No need to worry, though. Eijun and Mei will (eventually) kiss and make up.

By the way, this is kind of random, but Eijun having trouble with street names is actually something I have trouble with. I can’t remember street names for the life of me, but if you tell me names of stores or familiar landmarks, I can easily remember those. I just thought that kind of thing suited Eijun, too.

Y’all are going to have to wait a couple of weeks for Eijun and Mei to kiss and make up. Because in the next chapter, we’re going to see more of Mei’s thoughts. Those wondering about Mei’s feelings for Eijun will finally get their answers next chapter. We also get some more of Miyuki’s point of view and his reaction to their fight. We’ll also get a Miyuki and Mei confrontation.

See y’all next Saturday!

#diamond no ace #daiya no ace #sawamura eijun #narumiya mei #meisawa #sawamei #daiya no a #fanfictions #pikashadows writing

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 8 - Me Kill You

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

Me Kill You

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[Robert the Doll is the world's most haunted doll. It can move on its own, change its facial expressions and cause misfortune]

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After Sonia’s helped you pick an outfit and matching shoes to wear for tomorrow’s dinner, you fish out the Wooloo plushie from your closet. You had mentioned to Leon a while ago that you had a spare for his little brother and you inspect it, turning it round and round. It’s clean and in great condition so you place it carefully inside a white plastic bag, tie the straps together and leave it beside your backpack on the floor, ready for tomorrow.

When it’s around eleven pm, Sonia, Cutiefly and Poltea go to sleep so you quietly make your way downstairs. Magnolia has left spare food for you as usual and after reheating it, you carry the food with you to the lounge and sit down on the sofa.

You’ve got a whole night ahead of you and you have no active cases so it’s a good time to study Gengar.

It’s peculiar; for the past couple of years and you didn’t think about owning pokemon but here you are with a Gengar and Froslass, though you will need to hand the ice pokemon to Graves very soon.

It’s inevitable and hopefully she will be in better hands under the right ownership. You had thought about releasing her but if Graves finds out, you’re done for.

You finish your food and when Gengar emerges from your shadow, you grab your journal and ask him to stand still so you can sketch him.

He can only stand still for a few seconds or so before he yawns and decides to float in the air and cartwheel around the lounge.

When you finish the sketch, you ask him to stand before you which he does, his feet touching the ground for a change, and you use a measuring tape to take note of his height. He is roughly five foot eleven.

“You’re very tall compared to the average Gengar,” you utter and he nods vigorously, grin widening. “You have teeth too. Human teeth.”

He nods again and opens his mouth wide, showing you his pearly whites. You tap your chin with your pencil, tilting your head to the side as you inspect his mouth.

“You even have a human tongue.”

Gengar proceeds to stick his tongue out which extends all the way out of the door of the lounge and into the landing.

“Interesting…”

You use the measuring tape to work out the length of his tongue and it turns out to be even longer than his height. Once you’re finished, Gengar rolls his tongue back up and chuckles darkly.

“Well, according to the pokedex entries, you were a human in your past life…” you put the measuring tape away, flip your journal to a certain page and read aloud, “'Should you feel yourself attacked by a sudden chill, it is evidence of an approaching Gengar. There is no escaping it. Give up’.”

Gengar laughs in response and rolls around the air with glee, clutching his tummy.

“Do you remember your past life?” you ask and he pauses to ponder, then shakes his head. “Do you remember how you became a Ghastly?”

Again, he shakes his head.

“So you woke up one day and you were a Ghastly?”

He puts a hand on his hips and a hand under his mouth as though deep in thought, but shrugs.

“What did you do when you were with the Duke?”

Gengar glances round, points at your pencil which you give to him; he returns to float in the air, then pretends to stab at the air viciously and as though he is fighting an invisible enemy.

“You fought in a war?”

He nods and returns the pencil to you, sighing inaudibly and wiping his forehead. He looks tired.

“This is really interesting,” you mutter to yourself, scribbling notes in your journal before you reach over and pat the top of his head.

He is rather cold to touch and you retreat.

"You’re tangible," you mutter, before you plant your hand over to where his stomach should be to pat his belly. Much to your surprise, your hand sinks in and you feel...nothing. You attempt to grab but you cannot even feel your own fingers. "Whoa. Obviously you can be tangible or intangible at your own free will. What’s inside you? Can I see?"

Gengar nods, grabs you by the arms and pulls you inside his tummy face-first for a few seconds or so. When he pulls you back out, you gasp and blink dazedly.

"...Darkness, swirling vortex of nothingness, an eternity of black, a void," you mutter unfocusedly, before you quickly rush to the kitchen and pull open one of the cupboards to grab a few snacks, tearing off the wrappers and stuffing them into your mouth. You even grab a chocolate bar, unwrapping it and munching it quickly. You feel better at once and sigh with relief. Putting the chocolate bar down, you exclaim, "I shall write this down!"

You return to the lounge, flinging yourself over the sofa to grab your journal and you begin jotting down what you had witnessed and experienced when Gengar showed you his insides.

You describe how there was nothing and you had no sense of self, nor were you aware that you were alive though you experienced intense feelings of hopelessness, despair and sadness and you also write down that he smelled somewhat of sulphur but the golden question really is:

"Hey Gengar, can you take me to the spirit world?"

He looks at you with widened eyes, then shakes his head.

"Why not?"

Glancing left and right, he grabs one of the flowers from Magnolia's vase on the mantelpiece and holds it in his hands, then moves to float on his back, lying horizontally in the air as he clutches the flower to his chest with his eyes closed.

"Yeah, I know one is usually dead in order to go there but...can’t you separate me from my body?”

He looks confused.

“Like, um….split my soul from my body?”

Gengar glances at you before he circles the side of his head with his finger.

“Don’t give me that, I’m not crazy, okay? I mean, what happens if a living person is accidentally brought there? Can they escape? Are they alive or dead?"

He looks confused by your question and again, imitates being dead.

You sigh, shaking your head, and turn to a new page of your journal, eager to study more and so you let Froslass out of the capsule and into the lounge.

You sketch her as she looks around and inspects random objects; she appears curious about her surroundings and eventually picking up one of Sonia's hairbrush which she had left lying on the coffee table and returns to your side, brushing your hair and trilling a somewhat melancholic tune.

You try to study her as much as possible but she doesn't appear to listen to you and keeps floating around, picking up random things and throwing them around in the air when they're not interesting to her.

When you are left to pick them back up and put them into their respective places, she puts her little paws to her mouth and giggles. Quite the prankster, this one. You determine she has an impish personality and she has taken a liking to the hairbrush, holding it tightly to herself.

When it’s six am, the ghost Pokemon are exhausted and you emit a loud yawn and stop studying them though the entire session has aroused more questions than answers. It’s time to retire and you're exhausted; you quietly head up the stairs and into the room.

Sonia dozes in her bed, lying on her side with her back to you. You slide into your bed noiselessly, wrapping your thick, cosy covers around you and close your eyes.

You drift off to sleep until a rough shake on your arm forces you to wake and you open your eyes groggily to see Sonia standing by your bed.

“…Huh? What…what is it, Sonnie…?” you croak out, rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up so early but you have a new client…” Sonia mutters and you check the clock.

It’s ten in the morning…and you groan out loud and slap your hand over your eyes tiredly.

“They really want to talk to you," she adds, "They really, really want to talk to you.”

You can hear the emphasis so you nod.

“………….Alright, fine,” you mumble as you get up from bed and grab your black dressing gown from the chair and drape it over yourself, half-awake. You only managed roughly four hours of sleep…

Sonia watches as you tiredly trudge downstairs, barely awake, and the light hurts causing you to hiss and wince as you blindly make your way through the lounge. You head to the direction of the conservatory where you peek through the gaps of your fingers to see a couple seated on one of the sofas. They look relieved to see you despite your frumpy and drowsy appearance.

Lethargy has taken over; once your eyes has adjusted to the light, you stop wincing and plop yourself in the empty sofa as the couple nervously fidget, balancing a white plastic bag in arms.

You're finding it really hard to stay awake.

“Thanks for seeing us,” says the man, and you’re assuming it’s the husband.

You nod wearily, crossing your arms as you nod off.

“No problem..." your voice is sluggish as you fight to stay awake whilst emitting a huge yawn, “How....how can I help…?”

You are so tired you can only catch snippets of what they're saying as you yawn once more.

"We live in Turrfield,”

"Our daughter turned eight."

"We got her a gift for her birthday."

Your eyelids are drooping no matter what. "...Okay…Zzz…”

"This doll."

"...Mm….hmm…yep…what about it…”

"...Makes strange noises......moves on it’s own…."

Your eyes jerk open.

"What?!"

Looking up and around, you see that you are still in the conservatory but the couple are gone and you are alone. In an instant, you sit up as you look left and right. The room is empty.

"Where'd they go?" you squawk.

Sonia enters the conservatory and you throw your wide-eyed glance to her.

"They left an hour ago. You fell asleep," she says, walking round the sofa with a teapot and cup before she seats herself on the sofa opposite yours, crossing her legs.

"Oh," your eyes grow wide and you scrabble up to stand, "That's terrible. I should call them.”

"Relax, they said they left something for you." Sonia gestures to the corner where a white plastic bag sits against one of the potted plants, the straps tied tightly together.

You head over, picking up the bag and realizing that it is exceptionally light; untying it, you pull the straps apart and peer inside.

It's empty.

“….Hey Sonnie, where’s the doll?”

“What doll?”

“There should be a doll.”

“I didn’t see any doll.”

“That’s weird,” you mutter, rubbing your chin, “They came all the way here and forgot to bring the doll?”

Scratching your head, you shrug and decide to return upstairs with the white plastic bag. There is no doll inside so you’re not sure what’s going on. You will call the client later to inform them they must have forgotten it.

When you return to your room, you emit another long yawn, scratch the side of your hip and flop over your bed, snuggling into your pillow and burrowing yourself with the blanket once again; the moment you hit the bed and you close your eyes and begin snoring immediately.

You’re not sure how long you had slept when you feel the blanket slowly being pulled away from your body and you begin shivering.

“Nnmm…Yamper, cut it out…Stop…stop that…” you mumble under your breath.

The blanket continues shifting down your body until it slides off the bed and flops loudly onto the floor. The coldness forces you awake and you open your eyes, blinking groggily in the dark room.

“Huh?” you croak out as you push yourself off the mattress using the back of your elbows, looking around the empty bedroom before you spot the blanket lying crumpled at the foot of the bed.

You must have kicked it off in your sleep somehow… though you swear someone was pulling the blanket off you...

Crawling to the edge of your bed, you bend down and reach for it, grabbing the blanket and lifting it up and you do a doubletake when you see a strange shape lying on the floor underneath it.

Lifting the blanket up, you reveal a small, grey and dirty ragdoll with an enlarged head, two black buttons sewn on for eyes and a jagged line of black stitches that you assume is supposed to be the mouth. It has short black strands of thick yarn for hair and its limbs are round and stubby.

It can’t be Sonia’s for you believe it’s rather unsightly for her liking… and it’s certainly not yours, that’s for sure. You don’t think this could be a new chew toy of Yamper’s, either.

It’s most likely the doll your client mentioned.

“They got this for their daughter’s birthday?? It looks like a voodoo doll...” you say aloud before you can help yourself. Shrugging, you scoop it up and let it sit on your bedside table where it slumps against Sonia’s hairdryer, and you grab your duvet and wrap yourself up once more and roll over to sleep, closing your eyes.

The room falls silent.

You’re so exhausted, your body begins to relax. Your mind grows weary, a blanket of darkness consuming your thoughts until a cold grip seizes you by the ankle and drags you several inches from your spot.

You sit up at once, kicking the blanket off you and staring wide-eyed at the edge of your bed only to see the ragdoll sitting near your left foot with its head flopping backwards.

“What the….”

As you gawk, the doll begins to twitch aggressively before its head flips forward and into its normal position, and your eyes grow wide.

“Haunted doll!!!” you yell, and Gengar manifests from your shadow on the wall. You point hurriedly at the doll, “Gengar, attack!”

Gengar obliges and immediately fires a beam of purple energy at it, blasting it off the bed and burning a small section of your mattress in progress. The ragdoll flies into the air before it lands on the ground with a thump.

It doesn’t move and you and Gengar glance at each other warily before you quickly tiptoe forwards, seize the white plastic bag, grab the doll by the scruff of it's back and dump it inside. It begins to thrash and you tie the bag in a tight knot, then hastily murmur a quick chant to immobilize it. Rushing to your desk, you open one of the drawers and find a scrap of scritta paper, grab a red marker and draw a symbol on it before you stick it on the bag. That should do it.

The entity sealed inside the bag struggles and flails and you glance at Gengar with a wince. “Well, that’s a first,” you say, lifting the bag up and giving it a shake.

It continues wriggling violently, accompanied with a sound akin to the noise of teeth grinding. "Kccchhhkhhhkk...."

“Yeesh, it’s like a tiny terror, right Gengar?” you mutter as the sound sends various shivers down your spine, and Gengar nods.

You throw a glance to the clock; it’s now one in the afternoon. You need to get ready for the dinner which means unfortunately, you will need to deal with the doll later. However, you're still sleepy so with the doll subdued, you fall back into bed, fast asleep.

At five pm, you awake from the beeping of your alarm and unfortunately you're still tired from being woken up so many times during the day but you force yourself to get up so you can utilise the additional two hours to get ready. You get dressed in the outfit Sonia had sussed out for you and before you leave the house, you grab the bag with the Wooloo plush that’s meant for Hop.

The Wooloo doll and the haunted doll have been placed in similar white bags but you made it a point to keep them separated and also, you put the talisman on the haunted doll bag so you pick up the bag that has no talisman and open it for a thorough doublecheck.

Indeed, the Wooloo doll is inside.

You put the bag back down and continue getting ready, rushing around your room to grab some accessories and a spare hair tie just in case. Once you’re done, you grab your pouch and the Wooloo bag and leave the room.

“Sonia, professor, I’m heading out now!” you exclaim as you head downstairs..

“Have fun at Leon’s, dear,” Magnolia says; she’s in the kitchen washing the dishes whilst Sonia lounges with Yamper in the living room, watching a chatshow.

“Tell Leon I said hi,” she says.

“Okay,” you settle the Wooloo bag on the floor and head to the cupboard under the stairs to grab the sandals Sonia prepared for you and return to the front door, slipping them on.  

When you leave, Sonia gets up and off the couch a few minutes later with her empty mug to get some water. However, she spots something lying on its side, hidden behind the umbrella stand.

It's a Wooloo plushie.

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You make your way down the path of Wedgehurst to Postwick. Sonia’s picked out a white summer dress which she thinks is perfect for the weather.

Whilst you’re far more inclined towards the colour black or anything that would cover up the most skin, this dress seems to reveal a lot of leg and chest than you had wanted. She’s picked a pair of matching nude sandals and a little beige pouch to complete the look, and she’s also helped with your hair and makeup; she has brushed your hair neatly and applied minimal makeup for a more natural look.

You can't help but wonder what Leon will think of you.

The path to Postwick is linear albeit covered with tall grass which you avoid at all costs and very soon, Postwick looms into view; it’s a tiny farming town with a small population. It’s pleasant and dainty with cottages straight from fairytale picture books, with thatched roofs and walls covered in ivy. One wouldn’t have thought the Champion of Galar would have roots from this modest settlement.

Leon’s house is not hard to miss. As he pointed out, it’s the biggest house and you pass the trimmed hedges and stone walls, pass the mini battle court and the garage. There’s a large barbecue grill and an outdoor table which is where the dinner will possibly take place. Leon wasn’t kidding. His house could be mistaken for a mansion...

You arrive at the front door and press the doorbell, then take a step back and wait on the doorstep whilst smoothing your dress down and tidying your hair, inwardly rehearsing some lines in your head. “Hello, Mrs Leon’s mum. I am a Pokemon Researcher. How do you do? Wait, let’s try that one again: How do you do? Oh, how splendid. Me? I’m well, thank you very much. Thank you for inviting me for dinner….”

When the door opens, you stop practising and look up to see the same woman from the hospital standing before you and she smiles widely.

“Oh! You must be…” she says your name and you nod. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“It’s lovely to meet you too.”

“Come in, come in!” she exclaims happily as you shake hands, and she opens the door wide for you and ushers you inside the house, “Leon, your friend is here!”

You hear footsteps from upstairs; Leon arrives at the top of the stairs and hurries down, looking rather flustered. He’s also dressed very casual, barefoot and donned in a pair of black joggers, a thick and woolly, white sweater and shirt.

When he sees you at the door however, he freezes on the last step as he gets an eyeful.

“Hi Leon.” You wave at him as you stand on their furry ‘home sweet home’ mat.

“H-hi,” he utters. His face grows pink as he looks at you from head to toe, jaw going slack. His reaction does not go unnoticed; his mum giggles as she heads over to his direction and plants a hand on his shoulder, steering him towards your direction until he’s directly in front of you and you look up and he looks at you and your gazes meet.

Following that, you hear another set of rapid footsteps bumbling down the stairs and it’s the little boy from the hospital clutching a Charizard figurine in hand. With a Wooloo rolling down the stairs after him, he leaps off the last step and lands in front of you, looking up at you with a big grin whilst Wooloo takes a baby leap off the step and trots over.

Leon’s little brother grins widely at you and says, “Hi there, Lee told me all about you! I’m his little brother, Hop.”

“I know, he told me about you as well,” you say with a smile as he looks up at Leon, who grins and playfully loops an arm around the back of his neck and Hop begins to laugh as Leon proceeds to playfully drive his clenched knuckle over his head.

“And he’s my biggest fan too,” Leon adds.

“Leon told me you like Wooloo so I brought you something,” you hand him the white bag, and he blinks as he accepts it.

“…For me?”

“Of course.”

“Oh wow! Thanks, mate!” he exclaims, “Lee was right, you’re pretty and kind!”

Your eyes bulge as you gape at Leon who begins spluttering at once. Leon’s mum and Hop exchange glances before they grin at your interaction.

“Hip-Hop, would you like to help me get the barbecue sorted out?” Leon’s mum coos before Hop can open his gift.

You chuckle under your breath. Hip-Hop….how adorable…

Hop looks at the bag briefly then nods, “Okay, mum, let me put this in my room first," he says, before he rushes up the stairs with your gift.

“I’ll send the Hopster to get you when everything’s ready,” Leon’s mum says to you with a wink, and when Hop returns downstairs, they make a speedy exit towards the direction of the kitchen.

It’s just you and Leon.

“So uh…where can I put my shoes?” you ask, and Leon finally tears his eyes away from you to throw his glance to your feet.

“Oh, here is fine,” he gestures to the side of the door where a bunch of shoes are lined up on the floor over a mat and you slip out of the sandals and carefully place them beside Leon’s champion boots. “You look lovely.”

And your cheeks grow pink in response. “Thanks,” you offer him a smile, gingerly placing your hands behind your back, “You have a very nice house.”

He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck at your compliment. “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour,” he says with a grin, and he leads you into the living room where an elderly man sits on an armchair with a Purrloin who is fast asleep in his lap.

Leon enthusiastically introduces you to his grandfather who looks up from the snoozing pokemon and greets you politely and you do the same; he asks you briefly about your work before he’s conveniently called to the kitchen by Leon’s mum.

You’re alone with Leon once more as grandpa settles the snoozing Purrloin over the sofa and slowly shuffles to the kitchen. Leon tosses his glance to you as you take the time to look around his large and spacious lounge, spotting the numerous trophies displayed on the mantelpiece. There is also a portrait of Leon in his champion attire beside a framed medal on the wall.

“Where are these from?” you ask as he joins your side, “This one looks interesting.”

He looks sheepish, cheeks reddening as you step towards the fireplace and peer at the engraved words on one of the trophies. “I won that at the World Coronation Series."

“That’s really impressive.”

Your words only serves to make him blush harder and Leon blurts out, “Do you want to go to my room?”

There is a brief silence until Leon’s face grows even redder than ever before and he begins spluttering incoherently.

You guess he doesn't invite girls to his room often but you say, "Sure."

Leon stops stuttering and his eyes widens a brief fraction at your response. Nodding limply, he leads you out of the lounge, heading up the stairs. Along the way, you pass his grandmother; she greets you politely and after a brief introduction, decides to head downstairs to leave the both of you alone.

Leon’s house is huge with several winding corridors and turns, and you can’t help but wonder if his poor sense of direction started with this but you see there are signs stuck to the wall that will help him find his own room and when the signs run out, he has arrived at a random door, opening it.

He lets you go in first and this would be the first time you’ve stepped foot into a boy’s room - and the Champion’s room, nonetheless. You’re stunned that his room is quite plain and the interior decor are Autumn-inspired, with the reddish floor and the tawny shade of his walls and curtains.

There’s his bed, a desk, a bookshelf lined with boxes and a workout station in one corner though they don't appear to have been used much. You also spot a colourful collection of snapbacks on display, neatly lined up side by side on several shelves. You count them all and the total goes over thirty.

As you look around his room, Leon watches you as though he is waiting for your reaction. You head over to his desk where you see a desktop calendar with random dates circled and notes, and Leon makes his way up to you when you scrutinise it.

“That’s my schedule,” he says, as he scoops it up and hands it to you for a closer look.

“You’re booked out for the entire year,” you utter in awe as you flip through the pages and he nods.

Once again, you are subtly reminded of who exactly you're dealing with here. You're talking to Leon, the Champion of Galar. Not only that, but he has invited you for dinner. The gravity of it all makes you almost faint. Leon is...a celebrity.

You go through the dates and what the events are. "Rose of the Rondelands Charity Gala Ball, Paediatric Visit, Soda Pop photoshoot, Soup Kitchen for the homeless…Miss Galar Beauty Pageant??”

Leon crosses his arms over his chest, nodding, “Yeah, I’m supposed to make a brief speech.”

You raise a brow at the thought of Leon being surrounded by smiling, beautiful girls in swimsuits. You didn’t realise his duties as Champion would extend to the Miss Galar Beauty Pageant too...

“I see,” is your reply, before you catch glimpse of his 'Official Fanmeet and Signing'. It's then you recall you have his poster and wonder if it would be possible to sign up...

"This is for you," Leon fishes out a flimsy small envelope from one of the drawers of his desk and hands it to you, "It's the ticket to my next match. Actually, it's an annual pass for Wyndon Stadium... so you can attend all my matches."

Your jaw drops. The Wyndon Stadium annual pass costs a five figure sum!! "You're kidding, right?"

"No, why would I be?"

He sounds a little puzzled and it occurs to you he took your words quite literally.

You accept the envelope with a wide grin and Leon's face grows red at the sight of your gratitude. "Thank you so much!!!" you gush at him.

"You're welcome," he says quietly.

And you put the envelope away safely and return the calendar over the desk. As you turn, your bag swings round and you accidentally knock a random snapback off. It’s a white cap with a black visor and the League’s symbol on it. It’s quite possibly an expensive collector’s item and you gasp.

You attempt to catch it before it drops to the floor, diving for it, and so does Leon, and suddenly he has grabbed your hands and you both completely miss the snapback, which lands on the floor.

The two of you simultaneously freeze at the same time.

His hands are so warm compared to yours, and you look at him and he looks at you before he quickly releases your hands. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you croak as your fingers tingle all over from the unwarranted contact and your heart begins to pound. You quickly pluck the cap off the ground and you both move to stand. “H-here’s your hat.”

“Thanks,” Leon cradles it to himself gently, “This one is vintage. In fact, my collection are all vintage, limited or special editions. This one commemorates the fiftieth Galar Pokemon League gym challenge,” he says with a smile and as he glances at the hat in his grip, he reaches over and fixes the cap over your head and proceeds to fasten the strap behind your head, tugging on it securely.

You go still once more, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

He is standing so close to you. He doesn’t need to be, but he is. You can feel his breath on your cheeks, his hands skimming over the side of your face gently. You swerve your eyes up to him and as he looks at you at the same time, you quickly avert your gaze and he takes a step back once the hat is fastened properly. “It suits you.”

“I’m just missing your cape,” you blurt out.

“You’re right. Wait a second, I’ll go get it,” Leon replies and he heads to his wardrobe, opening it and pulling out the thick, red champion cape from within.

“Uh…” you pale slightly when you realise Leon had taken your words seriously again. With cape in hands, he proceeds to step behind you and carefully position it over your shoulders and tie it around you, and you realise there are also two unnoticeable clips on it that attaches itself onto the shoulders to prevent it from falling off.

“There we go. All done.” Leon says, and you’re astounded he’s letting you try it on.

“Oh, I…I feel weird,” you croak out as you attempt to twist your body left and right to see the cape; Leon is taller than you, so unfortunately the cape brushes against the floor and you attempt to bundle it up.

The beautiful fur that lines the cloak tickles your chin and the sides of your face and ears. Furthermore, you accidentally catch a heavy whiff of Leon’s scent all over and you blush.

Leon takes another step forwards and begins slipping his fingers underneath the cap and brushes some hair from the side of your face, tucking it behind your ear. He replaces the cap over your head once more and smiles. “You look really pretty today,” he murmurs.

“Um…..thanks.” you can’t help but blush furiously; he’s said it twice now. As you glance down at yourself, you grab a section of the cape and lift it up, hiding the lower half of your face with it. Leon laughs in response as you quirk a brow at him. “How do I look?”

“Not bad!”

“I could get used to this,” you say, “No wonder you wear it all the time.”

Next, you use your other hand to grab the other side of the cloak and lift your arms up in the air, the cape rising and Leon chuckles as you parade around the room.

“I should take this off now,” you say before you get carried away as usual.

“How did it feel to be Champion of Galar for five minutes?”

“Pretty good but the cloak is heavy," you reply, as you take a few steps and the cloak’s weight makes your shoulders feel hefty.

He grins and helps you remove the cloak, it brushes against the floor once more and as you hop backwards, you accidentally step on one corner just as he lifts it up and your eyes grow wide as the ground beneath you disappears; you lose your footing and begin to slip.

However, Leon’s quick to catch you by wrapping a thick and sturdy arm around your back but it doesn’t stop you from falling and he doesn’t abandon the cape; you fall flat on your back with a grunt and Leon topples over you, the cape spooling over him.

His weight causes your eyes to bulge and a few strands of his long hair catches in your mouth which makes you splutter. Muttering a long string of apologies, Leon scrabbles to get off you and the heel of his hand accidentally presses hard against your breast and his jaw drops in horror.

Before either of you can move, Hop suddenly pokes his head into room.

“The barbecue’s-“

Hop pauses, eyes widening at the sight of you lying on the ground with Leon on top and the cape covering your lower bodies and most importantly, his hand on your breast. Hop blurts out an apology for disturbing you but not before spinning on his heel in a one hundred and eighty degree turn and he rushes away, stampeding down the corridor.

“Hop!” You and Leon yell at the same time, before you gape at one another.

Next, you throw your gaze to where Leon is touching you and finally he lifts his hand off your chest, lifting himself off you in general and as he sits up, his hand is trembling, his face a thousand shades of red. He collects his cape into his arms and bundles it up.

“Arceus, what a mess!” he groans before he turns to you, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Leon…” you croak out as he sticks his hand out; you accept his hand and he lifts you off the ground so you can sit up. One of the straps of your dress – and your bra – decides to fall off your shoulder and Leon accidentally catches a glimpse of your exposed shoulder and your bra strap and he looks away to bury his face into the soft material of his cape.

“Sorry.” Is his muffled apology.

“It’s fine,” you wave your hand dismissively before you pull the straps over your shoulder and into the proper positions. “It was an accident. Is Hop gonna be okay though?”

Leon lowers the cape, then nods. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this. Let’s go find him.”

You agree with a nod and you both get up to stand; Leon carefully hangs his cape in his closet and you both leave his room. Following the directions on the wall, you both make your way to the stairs and as you pass a random door, it is open and it’s then you see that Hop is inside, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Hop?” Leon says, and he looks up.

He has the white bag in his lap and when he sees you and Leon, his face visibly goes red. “I-I didn’t see anything!!!”

“It’s fine, Hop, it was just an accident,” you say as you step into his room. “I fell after slipping on your brother’s cloak and he tried to help me, but unfortunately he ended up falling on top of me too and his hand-”

Hop’s eyes grows to the size of saucers.

“Um…” Leon steps in before you can finish, “Maybe I should…”

“Oh right, yes, please do…”

Leon moves to sit down beside his little brother, sitting cross-legged over the carpet and places a hand on his shoulder. “Hop.”

“Yeah, Lee?”

Leon takes a deep breath then says, “I know it’s not yet time for you to have that talk with mum about the Pidgeys and the Beedrills, but I wanted to let you know that what you saw in the room, I wasn’t the Beedrill and she wasn’t the Pidgey. It was just an accident.”

Leon goes on and on and you’re left standing, wondering what he is on about.

“Hey Lee?”

“Yes, Hop?”

“I get it.”

“Oh, you do? That’s good.” Leon pats Hop on the shoulder; the younger brother grins at Leon, then turns to you with a somewhat sly grin.

“Whatever you say, Lee,” Hop adds, grin broadening, and you don’t think Hop is as innocent as he seems. “Can I open my gift now?” he adds excitedly.

“Sure, go ahead,” Leon replies with a smile.

Hop proceeds to open the bag with an ecstatic whoop of glee and unties your bag, sticking his hand in and once he’s grabbed the doll, he pulls it out. There is a silence when he lifts it up in the air.

It’s the ragdoll.

“What the-?!?” you squawk, whilst Hop and Leon blink blankly at the hideous toy, before they turn to you questioningly. “Arceus, I’m so sorry…Hop, there was meant to be a Wooloo plush but-"

When the ragdoll squirms under Hop’s grip, he drops it in alarm.

“I-it just moved by itself!!” Hop exclaims and the two brothers are quick to jump onto their feet with Leon immediately ushering his little brother behind him.

Before anyone can make a move or speak, the doll twitches fiercely on the floor of the bedroom and you, Hop and Leon exchange wide-eyed looks before the doll twitches on the spot, its stuffed body convulsing rigorously and finally, the ragdoll inches off the ground and sits up.

“Mi…..me….me kill you….” A distorted voice emits from within.

Hop yelps with panic and you immediately call for Gengar whilst Leon steers his brother away from the doll as far as possible.

When Gengar manifests from the corner of the room, he spots the doll and you command, “Dark Pulse!”

Gengar aims a beam of dark energy at it and the attack smacks into the doll; it soars into the air once again and one of its stitches comes loose on the little doll’s face as it flops to the floor.

“Kkkccchhhkkk….” the noise akin to nails scratching on a chalkboard returns and the doll struggles to sit up as one of its button eyes pop off, its head flopping to one side limply, revealing a pair of glowing dots underneath the worn out fabric. “Kcchkkkk….!”

“Look out!” Leon yells, as the doll's head snaps back onto its normal position and a shadowy appendage bursts out from the gap between the torn stitches, aimed at your direction.

You gasp but Gengar jumps in front of you and the claw slams into his body. Gengar goes reeling from the impact and finally, Charizard comes bumbling into the room.

“Charizard, ember!” Leon is quick to instruct, pointing at the doll of terror.

Two long shadowy claws have emerged from the ragdoll's body, rising high in the air as it takes tiny steps one foot at a time towards your group, and Charizard stares at the minuscule adversary in confusion for a split second or so before he coughs out a weak ball of fire the size of a golfball from the back of his throat which immediately catches onto the doll’s yarn hair.

The doll stops at once, the two glowing dots blinking numbly.

“Mi??” a voice from within squeaks, before it senses the flames on it's yarn hair and leaps an inch into the air with fright. “Mi mi!!!”

The doll begins running around frantically in the room, its hair on fire.

“Mi!! Mi mi mi mikyuu!!”

You and Leon gawk at each other whilst Hop blinks wide-eyed at the spectacle, before everyone bursts into laughter.

As the doll runs around the bedroom helplessly, you walk over and begin stamping on its head with your foot to clear the flames and you hear the doll squealing and squeaking in agony until the fire goes out and it flops over the floor, it’s hair fizzing with smoke.

You’re amazed the fire alarm hasn’t been triggered and when you and Leon look at each other again, you let out a chortle under your breath.

“Go ahead.” Leon says, crossing his arms and you pull out an empty Dusk ball from your pouch, tossing it at the pokemon and it is sucked inside. The capsule shakes a few times before the light goes off, indicating its capture.

You pick up the black and green coloured capsule and sigh whilst Leon checks if Hop is okay. “Sorry, Leon. Sorry, Hop.”

“What do you mean??!!!” Hop exclaims with a wide grin, clenching his fists tightly, “That was soooo awesome!”

You raise a brow until you hear Leon's mum downstairs, informing everyone that the barbecue is ready. Leon gives you a wide smile as Hop makes a beeline out of his room.

"C'mon, let's race! Last one down is a rotten Exeggcute!"

Leon turns to you and grins, "Let's go," he says, motioning for you to follow and you nod, trailing after him into the corridor.

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