YOUNG BLOOD !

Avery shot the kid an unamused look and took the scarf into their hands. “They’ve got your name on ‘em, kid. Knitted right into the pattern. See?” They unfurled the warm clothing, pointing to bold lettering that read “Tatsuku”, clear as day. 

They draped it around his neck. “She figured it was the least we could do to make sure you’re at least warm since there’s no talking you into getting off the streets for the holidays.”

Despite their sharp tone, they didn’t resent Tatsuku at all for their previous confrontation. Avery had literally asked for it, and in the end, they upheld their part of the deal and dragged him back home once he was done venting his rage just like they said. If anything, they were upset that he hadn’t stayed. They knew better than many others just how dangerous these streets could be and how at risk Tatsuku would be if he kept refusing their offers of help. But there was no getting through to kids at that age. Avery knew that well enough. 

“Go ahead and put it on and make sure everything fits,” Avery prodded. “Mum had to go by estimates since we didn’t have you as a reference. She was worried the hat might be too big or the mittens to small.”

HE COULDN’T HELP THAT slowly pooled into his stomach, and yet it was something even he wouldn’t be able to describe. Perhaps it was happiness, knowing that Avery continued trying to befriend the yankee despite the trouble he caused; but even he didn’t know what such an emotion felt like anymore. Something like this wasn’t expected. To think that after he wronged them, that they’d show up around Christmas to deliver a present? Tasuku almost found it bizarre. 

It wasn’t a surprise that after their fight and Avery dragged him home that Tasuku ultimately ran away. A domestic life, a parental figure inside of a warm house; a life like that didn’t fit the yankee. He’d never grow accustomed to it, and a lack of adaption always resulted in the young man running away. Avery hadn’t followed after him, and Tasuku thought it’d be for the better; as long as he’d be left alone, then Tasuku had no problem resorting to such violent means.

❝..Fine, whatever.❞

A click of his tongue follows, and his gaze is now on the hat and mittens. Tasuku swallows, feeling a crimson suddenly overcome his cheeks as he places the hat onto the top of his head, mittens following suit. 

“Y’lost o’somethin’, kid? Ain’t of’en trainers wind up in Loxthorpe.”

The towering woman looks over the trainer, hands in the pockets of her varsity jacket. She doesn’t mind visitors. Hell, maybe it’ll get her town and gym back on the map. They just don’t get them often. Especially since the Poison Gym stopped being a regular stop for challengers. How annoying.

❝I AIN’T FUCKIN’ LOST, lady.❞

Of course Tasuku was lost, but he wasn’t the type of man to admit he desperately needed assistance. It’d been Machamp’s curiosity that wound him up in Loxthorpe, a city seemingly nowhere on the map. Unfortunate that instead of receiving help from a local in the city, he’d choose to go absolutely blind.

❝—I was making a slight joke to lighten the mood, but I can see that it fell down the hypothetical stairs that I was talking about before it reached you.❞

Sneaking a slight glance at the teenager following him in tow, Looker couldn’t help but to allow a small sigh escape him. Ah, the joys of teenage anger. Useful and constructive in its own way during the right occasion, but it certainly could prove to be a strain once you got older. Maybe this kid’s mood would lighten up at least a bit once they got out of here.

❝Ah! Well, you know. If something seems dumb but still works, then it is not dumb. I may seem dumb, but at least I work! What are you doing?❞

❝WHA’ FUCKIN DIFFERENCE DOES it goddamn make f’yer workin’ or not, huh? Regardless f’ya got a job, yer still gonna be dumb as shit.❞

[👊] Christmas wasn’t something that Bea really celebrated. After all its was supposedly a time for cheer and spend celebrating the bonds you have with your family. It was difficult to do so when she had changed from a bright and cheerful little girl to a stoic and somewhat emotionless young woman. 

Although she found herself in the company of Tasuku this year, a soft sigh escaping her as her hand was clasped in his as they sat together on the edge of the same cliff they had been by before. She lightly leaned against Tasuku, the faintest weight on his side.

“…This is nice… I don’t… usually celebrate this holiday anymore, but… I’m glad I get to spend it with you.”

@yankeead​‘s Christmas/Winter Starter

IT’S STRANGE. TASUKU NEVER involved himself with others around the holidays. Christmas was meant to be spent with family, but just the thought of family made horrible memories fill his mind. Caroline would sometimes visit Galar just to spend the holidays with him, but with the difficult weather conditions, he doubts she’ll make it this year.

Instead, in a change of pace he hadn’t expected, he’d been spending it with Bea. The man always held an admiration for the young woman, but the last thing he’d expect is to be this physically close to her. Her hand was warm against his own, her body slightly pressed against him, and he found himself enjoying every second of it

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“Y’know, still don’t think you’ve challenged my gym yet, kid.” There weren’t enough years between the two of them for Raihan to be calling Tasuku kid in any sort of regard. But he did it anyway. While draping his arm across the other’s shoulders like they were old buddies. As if they knew each other real well. Raihan kept an eye on all of the gym challengers ( at least as much as he could – he didn’t really bother with it until they were at least past the third gym most times, since Kabu was a good enough gate keeper to make anyone who made it past him at least slightly worthy of Raihan’s attention ).

“Since you’re so eager to fight, you’d think you’ve at least shown up at the door by now,” and there it is, a wicked grin curving over his face. Immediately inviting challenge. “I’d be willing to give you a shot, right here and right now, if you think you could handle the storm.”

“It’s okay if you’re too afraid, though. I don’t judge.”

TASUKU NEVER OFFICIALLY INVOLVED himself with the gym challenge, or at least knew an official that would ever endorse him. With such an infamous record resting atop his shoulders, the yankee ultimately gave up on even attempting to be endorsed; but he doubts that’s what people expected. He didn’t know much about the gym leaders themselves; all except for Raihan, however. Their first encounter involved violence. Tasuku beat the man enough to cause his head to bleed, but it ended the same way most fights with him ended: the police showed up.

Yet Raihan consistently joked with him regardless, almost as if the two were friends. Tasuku’s body tenses up at the arm wrapped around his shoulder, quick to shove the taller away in an obvious irritation. 

“Oh, that’s rich—and here I thought you were too proud to beg.” Val chuckles softly and keeps their voice low. There’s no need to attract attention. Their eyes rove along his body, pretending as if this is a hard choice to make, before letting out a soft sigh. “Oh, very well.” Val grabs his pants and roughly pulls them down, only enough to reveal Tasuku’s arousal. “You’d better make this worth my while later, Tas. We don’t have the time for both of us to have fun now.” They reach down and grab him, thumb pressing against the tip of Tasuku’s cock. “Try to keep quiet, will you, dear? My son would be heartbroken if we were banned from McDonalds.” 

another jealous guy over here!!!