#sycamore/reader

[leggerefiore]

any sycamore soft yan headcanons kicking around? tysm!!

randomly ended up in a Yan mood....

cw: yandere, manipulation, unhealthy relationships

Minors DNI

☕️Yandere Sycamore General HCs🥼

⌚️ To the Kalosian professor – bonds were something deeply important. Those between person to person and pokemon to person. He was utterly fascinated by how they played into Mega Evolution, of course… He had not quite expected to ever find himself so enamoured with another person. You… Someone who had come to him as a trainer with an interest in his studies of evolution. You had brought him many pokemon to study and observe. Nothing felt strange, you were simply a colleague turned friend. Though, something only seemed to fall deeper inside him when you two shared a late evening back and forth over a bottle of wine.

⌚️ His feelings changed. Your smile made his heart race. The professor was not unfamiliar with love. No, not at all. He was a romantic at his core, living up to whatever unwitting stereotypes came around about Kalosians. You were simply beautiful to him. The kind of beauty he felt his old friend would ramble endlessly about. He was desperate, perhaps egged on by said friend's sudden madness and disappearance. (Whatever logic could enter his mind when he considered the rubble survivability went out the window when he concluded the most obvious result.)

⌚️ You were far too precious to him. The horrible loneliness he felt after that event – Something he was too afraid to acknowledge. Many around him found his failure to prevent such a tragedy to be too much to forgive. You stayed, though. Your presence was a constant in his laboratory. The greetings you gave warmed his bleeding heart. He felt so lost. All he wanted to do is apologise over and over again for his failings… Then the turn on his research as others in the community viewed Mega Evolution as cruel to the pokemon afflicted by it. Your support became far too much for him.

⌚️ Everything was fine. You were with him. Your relationship changed. There was acceptance by you to fully embrace the romantic shift. You moved in. He was not alone in the dark of his apartment in the early morning when his thoughts haunted his head. Your body was there beside him. Desperately, he would cling to you and attempt to push the thoughts of his failures from his head – the eerie visage that haunted his mind of Lysandre lying underneath – He had to stop himself. You were there. Everything was fine. He was contented. Your body held against his own was an actor that he so desperately needed to cope with the guilt that suffocated him.

⌚️ Then… it came. You were a trainer. A talented one. A wonderful one. All day and night the professor would sing your praises. Where he lacked, you prospered. Your smile as you spoke about facing hard battles and coming out on top was beautiful to him. Though, it led to disaster. One day, he found you waiting on him to get back from a meeting he had with another researcher. You had caught his hands after he entered the apartment, grinning at him sweetly. You spoke; your words haunting him. An invitation… An invitation to compete in a foreign region's league. You were excited, ready to rise to the challenge. It would only be for the season, but he felt his heart drop. No, no, no… The last thing he wished for was to lose you. Even temporarily. What if something happened while you were over there? What if he was unable to help? What if you met someone…?

⌚️ It was then, he thought of something immediately. Tears welled in his eyes as he hugged you tightly. Desperately, he needed you to stay. You felt like the only thing holding him together. “Dear…” his voice was low, “… I… I was intending this for a better moment, but…” He fell to his knees, “Won't you marry me? I adore you far too much…” You seemed taken aback by his reply to your plans, especially as tears escaped his eyes. Though… You did not seem inclined to deny him. Nodding, he rose up to embrace you again. “… I… I want to get married before you leave… please…”

⌚️ One thing led to another – each time, your plans got delayed further and further until they were not simply feasible. First the wedding, then a proper honeymoon, then needing your help with his research. It all kept coming. You simply turned the offer down to aid your now husband. Though, slowly and patiently, you were finding yourself more and more annoyed with his demands. But, any time you attempted to protest, he would break down. Words about what happened to him and how he felt utterly useless forced down your feelings as you attempted to comfort him.

⌚️ Mentions of foreign leagues dissipated. It was far easier to keep yourself in the Kalosian league, working yourself into whatever position you desired most. Sycamore entirely supported you there, even tagging along to whatever part of Kalos you wandered off too. The memories of his less than stellar moments were forgotten in favour of the happiness of your relationship that was shared. Though, it went unknown just how much the professor truly adored you. Violence was not in his nature, nor was it needed. He wanted you happy, after all. Your happiness could be achieved in Kalos, alongside him.

[written-with-blue-ink]

Pokemon Characters and Date Ideas

Basically: what dates would these Pokemon characters do with you? Characters: N Harmonia, Leon, Grimsley, Rika & Prof. Augustine Sycamore

N Harmonia

Was honestly showing affection and did private, one-on-one hangouts together even before you two started dating

It was around this time he got more affectionate in your friendship. Resting his head on top of your hair, deep eye contact (which he was often really bad at), and braiding/playing with your hair or vice versa. 

It wasn’t until you “officially” ask him out and he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy and goes “I thought we already were?”

Confusion ensues.

As for dates, N is a really quiet and private guy. He doesn’t like being out in public or in overstimulating environments.

Most of the time dates are hikes, picnics, exploring, all that the fun outdoorsy stuff where he gets to shine in his element. 

Occasionally y’all go to Nimbasa City and go on the Ferris Wheel or play at the arcade in the Amusement Park which you both find enjoyable. 

But his favorites are on late nights when neither of you can sleep. 

You two will just go to Dragonspiral Tower and stargaze at the top of the ruins or watch the local wild pokemon do their thing. 

It’s quiet, it’s fun, and he’s with you. What else could he ask for?

Leon

Dense boy, you probably had to beat him over the head with a book to get his brain to understand (mostly bc he keeps accidentally friend-zoning himself)

Has never really dated before? 

Like, Rose set him up on dates because it's good publicity but he probably hasn’t gone on a real date.

He has money, all these brand partnerships and stuff. He tries to do really classy stuff when y’all first start dating but it leads to him being clearly uncomfortable and you getting fed up and explaining you like him for him and to do fun stuff together.

Mostly home dates from that point on or outings that don’t feel like “dates”. 

Game nights where you two play video games are super fun. Some days are challenge days where you see who can do the best run on a Roguelike or who can win the most rounds of a battle royale type game

Some days are cozy co-op games where you solve puzzles and create things…

Y’all’s favorite thing to do together though is just walk and get lost. Esp with Leon’s terrible sense of direction, you two find weird hole-in-the-wall places that are so much fun.

The best one you found was a great hole-in-the-wall traditional kantonian ramen bar that was on the edge of going out of business. However, due to you and Leon talking about it so much with friends and posting about it online, you saved the shop from going out of business.

Grimsley

Your first date with Grimsley wasn’t really what you were expecting in all honesty

He took you out for lunch at his favorite Kalosian cafe then took you to a bookstore and had you both pick out different books for each other, then went to his house and read while old records played in the background

Of course, the book he picked out for you was one of Shauntal’s (because gotta support your friends/little sister figure)

It was so different from what you were expecting but so sweet at the same time. 

Most common dates are drinks at bars after long days or flower viewings knowing you would like them

He also takes you to his favorite spots whenever he visits Alola with you.

But the most fun dates are when the two of you go to Castelia or Nimbasa to the casinos

You both are given the same amount of money and the challenge is who makes the most in time for your dinner reservation

Whenever the two of you see each other during these you have a habit of teasing the other about who’s in the lead. 

In the end, the winner pays for dinner (much to the chagrin of the other)

Rika

She’s the one who asked you and was super casual and blunt about it

Picks you up after work and takes you to the store where the two of you talk about what to make for dinner.

The two of you go back to her place and begin cooking together, smiling and chatting the whole time as the two of you get distracted by cutting veggies and being in each other’s company.

From then on dates were mostly cutesy, one-on-one time for the two of you.

Crafts while watching movies are the most common, sewing, embroidery, sketching, it's just fun and relaxing

Ceramics classes too, wet clay on your hands and you rub it on her face. Only for her to cock her brow and smirk as she cups her face with her filthy hands and kisses your nose.

Her favorite dates are the ones when you get to help her at the Academy. Running after-school activities or working in the library

It combines her admiration of her students and her love of you… her two favorite things

Prof. Augustine Sycamore

Honestly over the moon when you accepted to go on a date with him

The man is in his late 30s/early 40s and his last relationship kinda fell apart really badly 

*cough cough Lysandre cough*

So he was out of the dating scene for a while and didn’t exactly know what to do when you said yes

Like, his brain crashed and did a hard reset. He was not expecting to get this far…

He gives all his employees off one day and decks out the backyard of his lab with string lights, and sheets, rummaging around the attic of the lab, and a call to his favorite restaurant.

When you arrived you saw the backyard completely transformed into a cozy outdoor movie spot with takeout and snacks prepared at a picnic table

It’s super sweet

Besides that, you two go on “research” dates together. It’s mostly pokemon watching and taking notes on what you find.

The little sketches he does of the pokemon you find absolutely adorable!

[ya-bug-boy]

do you write sycamore? if so, any headcanons on how he'd react to pining for someone (aka the reader lol) thank u!!

Sycamore Pining over Reader

So the professor is an obvious romantic. The kind that blushes rather easily, looking at you in plain sight, and the sort that gushes to his friends for the 5th time on something you did that makes him fawn over you.

Professor Sycamore is definitely eye candy to begin with. He grooms himself to look his best just in case you happen to show up today. When you compliment the cologne he's wearing, he buys it in bulk. You always seem to ease his worries about his gray hairs that show up, making comments of how he's turning into a silver fox that makes him feel happier about his growing age.

Professors in particular are always rather meticulous about their notes and observations as it's part of their job to study Pokemon. So in a sense, he studies you, observing your behaviors towards your likes and dislikes, what you favor between options, and in general what attracts your attention so he can be that prime target of your attention.

He's never the possessive type given his mental maturity, but he does lament quietly when he sees you with potential suitors. Admittedly, it's been a long time since he's pursued someone and with your current established relationship whether it be close or at a distance, it still makes him nervous.

However, given his bad history of past relationships, he's decided to pine in secret longer, to see if you would be the one to admit feelings first. At least until his heart seems to burst, trying to break its cage to be next to yours.

[r0-boat]

perhaps some professor sycamore headcanons👀?

The Pokémon bug is biting me.

Probably because of my addiction too Pokerogue

Professor Sycamore headcanons

Sfw cut for length

Wow someone who is mentally stable and all around a really mentally healthy and physically healthy person? Well sort of... You see, Augustine Sycamore has a bad case of 'I can fix them.' a lovely charming and sweet man who has never been married because his track record of dating questionable borderline dangerous people and still somehow being the most wholesome person in the universe. He always has crazy ex stories to share and despite everything he rarely ever blames or resents them. It takes a lot for Sycamore to hate a person.

Professor Sycamore is a cheery person who looks on the bright side of everything and everyone around him except for himself despite his good sense of style, his handsome face, and his beautiful attitude, Sycamore is on the humble side, sometimes thinking rather poorly of himself. Any words of affirmation of any kind will make him melt into a shy mess, stumbling over his words as he tries to brush off the compliments.

He's a man that wears his heart on his sleeve He's proud of who he is and he will tell you everything about him rarely does he ever have secrets then when he does he's not very good at keeping them secret, his darting eyes and sweating face and clammy hands will give him away instantly. His carefree and cheerful attitude make him extremely popular with women. But he is extremely oblivious to how great he actually is.

He is a lover that is second to none he'll make you feel like the most important being in his life because you are. You are the apple of his eye and has a sketchbook where he sketches His Pokémon and takes notes However there are an embarrassingly amount of pages where he just sketches you, sometimes naked sometimes in imaginary clothing various poses, sometimes holding Pokémon, Sometimes holding miscellaneous objects. Anything.(He's a very good artist too) All of his drawings of you in his lab notes are wholesome He has another sketchbook of the more sultry drawings of you.

His favorite thing about you is your smile, and he wishes you could always smile. He craves when your lips curve upward, and he'll do anything to make you smile. His heart will stink if Your eyes will up with tears. His voice will get low, and he will gently murmur in a mix of French and English as he tries desperately to make you feel better, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, pepper in your face with kisses.

Another one of his bad habits is clinginess. Sycamore will go anywhere with you, but that's not what you think. Yes, he does love to give you physical affection like hugs or kisses, but most of the time, he's in the same room as you doing work on his laptop, taking notes, or just playing with a baby Pokémon in his arms. Anywhere you go, Even if it's outside in a park, he'll make it work. If not, if you have to go somewhere by yourself or he's stuck in the lab, he'll send you pictures throughout the day ranging from goofy shots of his face, random shots of his laptop or around the lab, or up close shots of Pokémon he's either working with or his own. When he finally gets home, or when you come home, he'll run up to you, hug you, kiss you, and give you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

Unsurprisingly Augustine's of language is physical touch, quality time, and occasionally gift-giving. This man is so in love with you that if he could, he would take you out on weekly dates. All his Pokémon, employees lab partners, acquaintances, and fellow professors know you.

Despite having powerful Pokémon he's not much of a Pokémon battler, He sees it as a fun activity for Pokémon to get exercise. He's very much a lover, not a fighter. Until... Someone his loved ones. Then it's like a switch snapped inside of him.

Knows how to play the guitar but hasn't done it in years and warns you that he's a bad singer before he sings a song for you. (He's voice is like an angel)

If you don't speak French then sycamore's favorite thing to do is speak to you in French because you'll never know what he's saying to you. He could say it the most sweetest nothings and filthiest things and you'll never know.

When he gets caught up in his work He will go many nights without sleeping sometimes he'll even forget meals. So please get on to him about that.

[layton-my-dear]

Welcome to Layton, My Dear!

This a Layton x Reader blog! I'm currently working on a major x Reader longfic series for the Professor Layton franchise. This blog is for writing practice, ideas that do not fit into those main fanfictions, and general just-for-fun style writings. L@yluke, Lucl1ve, Desl@y, etc shippers do not interact. Pr0ship do not interact. Information on rules, requesting, and what characters I write for below.

The four (or six, depending on how you look at it) characters I write for are Hershel Layton, Desmond Sycamore/Jean Descole, Randall Ascot/the Masked Gentleman, and Clive Dove. I may be willing to add more in the future. The formats you can request are scenarios ("snapshot fanfics"), ficlets (short oneshots), imagines (usually short blurbs about a specific prompt), and SMAUs (social media AU; text messages shared between Reader and chosen character). Headcanons will be available later, but are not open right now. Be certain that you specify what format you want in your request or you will be at the mercy of whatever I feel like writing at that particular time. You may request multiple characters for the same scenarios or SMAUs, but ficlets and imagines are limited to only one character per request. You may send in multiple requests. You may request almost any AU (e.g. pirates, modern, fantasy) or scenario prompt (e.g. they're your plush who come to life, dancing with the character, they save you from a near-death scenario) that you can think up in that gorgeous noggin of yours. Reader will typically be she/her or they/them, feel free to specify your preference if you have one. I reserve the right to refuse any request I so desire. You may NOT request: Anything from LMJ or LBMR Explicit 18+ content (somewhat suggestive is OK; basically, as long as the pants stay on, you should be fine) Underage Reader Real-world politics Romanticisation of suicide/self-harm Incest BDSM, kink, fetishes, DDLG, ageplay, petplay, etc Severe gore, body horror Religious figure AUs (ex: they're a god and you're worshipping them, etc) pelicans. OCs Canon x Canon Cannibalism Domestic violence Substance abuse

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy. Have a wonderful day or night.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Sycamore Part 1: Along the Deep

summary: Frankie had said that your home was the perfect place to lay low; a small cottage nestled between the Alaskan sea and forest.

pairing: Santiago Garcia x fem!reader (Eclipse)

wc: 2,415

warnings: not sfw/minors dni/18+, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, mentions of canon typical violence, mental health issues (ptsd), addiction mention, food mention, internal angst, pining

an: its good to be back! hoping this series will propel me forward and get me writing more consistently. can't wait to hear yalls thoughts, and as always thank you for reading <3

sycamore masterlist

Santi’s running, headed to a place he’d never dreamed of setting foot in: Alaska.  It isn’t an unfamiliar feeling–running is his forte– but this time around he truly feels like a failure. This time, he’s running because it's life or death and with the loss of Tom, Santi finds himself yearning to live. He had to make this grief burrowing in his chest worth something, and he was grateful to do it in the face of a stranger.

Frankie had assured him that you’re calm and collected. But, Santi didn’t know who you were– had never heard of you before this moment. He felt it was fair to have his doubts.

“Who is she?” Santi had asked once they had touched back down in Florida.

“Childhood friend. She served and seen as much as we have. I’known her longer than I’ve known you,” Frankie had explained.

Any of those doubts that lingered in Santi’s mind crumbled and were lost to the wind as he continued driving down the windy Alaskan roads. He’s surrounded by rows upon rows of trees. Frankie had said that your home was the perfect place to lay low; a small cottage nestled between the Alaskan sea and forest. Sunlight is endless this time of year and the salty coastal breeze bathes everything it touches.

He knows he’s in the right place once his tires hit gravel. The driveway stretches on a couple miles and he feels his heart rate increasing, palms slick against the leather steering wheel. This isn’t a test, this isn’t something he has to get right. All he has to do is mind his own business, keep his head down– something he does with the people that care so deeply for him day in and day out. 

The house comes into view, sand and sea as its backdrop. You are not what Pope expects– neither is the house. You’re sat on the porch swing waiting for him, a book in one hand, a mug in the other. The word that comes to mind isn't one he uses often, but you are distinctly lovely. You look so relaxed, in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair up and framing your face. The house is white and rustic, and the porch wraps around it entirely.

Pope exits the car, treating you to an awkward wave. He doesn’t understand why his knees feel weak, but it could be your intense gaze. You wave back at him with an easy smile. You look welcoming, like a woman waiting for your husband to return home. But he has to remember, he doesn’t have a home anymore, that he hardly knows you even though he already likes everything he knows about you. He’s nothing but a man who bounces from place to place, contract to contract, there isn’t room for him here. 

“Need some help?” You call out to him as he heads towards the trunk. 

“I’m alright,” He says, not unkindly. 

You stay put on the swing, sliding a bookmark between pages to save your spot before you wrap your hands tightly around your mug of tea. He’s more handsome than he was in the pictures, but there’s something in his step, in the way his shoulders slouch that tells you whatever he’s just experienced has changed him.

Frankie wouldn’t tell you much besides that they’d had a big job in South America that had gone awry. They’d lost a friend– a brother, Tom who’d you seen pictures of before. You hadn’t pressed for details knowing that the more you knew the more at risk all of you would be. 

But, from the lost look in Santiago’s eyes as he trudges up to the porch, you know it had to be heavy. A loss deeper than he’d ever known. 

He holds out a hand to you, words rushing out of his mouth in an unfamiliarly clumsy way, “Santiago. Santi. Or Pope, I don’t know.”

“Santiago. You can call me Eclipse.” You say, taking his hand and shaking it firmly despite the current that seems to follow between the two of you. You brush it off, standing and gesturing towards the house, “Let me show you your room.”

He continues to be surprised by you. The inside of the house is simple, all cream and light wood and house plants with small pops of color. The couch is large and fluffy with a colorful patch quilt on it, taking up most of the living room space. There’s lots of black and white art, even a set of twinkly lights in the kitchen. 

You lead  him into what seems to be a never-ending hallway, showing him the bathroom he’ll use, where closets are, your room. He notices that you neglect to tell him what’s in the room beside the one he’ll be staying in and the curiosity that’s been bubbling inside him overflows.

“What’s this room?” Santi asks, his voice strangely polite. He doesn’t want to offend you. The only thing he really wants right now is to know more about you. He points to the closed door between the large bathroom and his room for the next two months.

He notices your body stiffening, and for the first time since the two of you have met you look guarded. Secretive. Your eyes are wary as you answer him, “My art studio.”

Santi’s fascinated, you’re even more mysterious now. He’s thrown by how taken he is with you, how his knees feel weak and not from all of the bullshit he’s but him through. This pull he feels is different than usual, complex and genuine. He wants to unravel you, but unlike his usual habits of leaving when it’s all said and done, he would put you back together. He’d be drowning in his fear if he wasn’t so hungry for the knowledge of you. 

“The art’s yours?”

Your face warms, but you shrug, brushing off his…wonder. That’s what you identify; he’s marveled by you. “Living up here, I had nothing better to do.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you quickly cut him off, not wanting to discuss your art in depth– it isn’t yet what you want to be. Something has always been off, always been missing. 

“Are you hungry?” You ask quickly.

“Starving, actually,” He says sheepishly, his mouth pulling up into a soft smile. 

So handsome and so broken, you allow yourself to think for just a moment.

“Get settled, I’ll heat up some food for us.”

“Thank you, Eclipse.”

“Of course,” You say easily, like this choice of you inviting him into your home took no thought, no effort. Like you’ve known each other for multiple lifetimes. 

 As he watches you walk down the hall, he finds himself wishing that to be true. 

With  plenty of stew in the freezer, you preheat the oven to bake some potatoes. While the stew heats, you prep the potatoes, chopping them into small cubes and coating them with an herb mix. It’ll only take them 20 minutes in the oven, enough time to throw together a fresh salad with vegetables from the garden and warm some rolls.

You hear him shuffling down the hall about 15 minutes later, and when he appears he’s changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

You allow yourself a single glance at him as you stir the stew, quickly forcing your eyes away from him, “Drink? I’ve got water, soda, coffee, tea. Matcha.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking a little disappointed, “No beer?”

“I’m sober. 3 years.”

Santi has to force his expression to stay neutral. You’re sober like Fish. He wonders what your vice is, how you made it to this point. It was hard with Frankie, a fight every step of the way but one he’s dedicated to helping win. 

“I have ginger beer,” You offer when he stays quiet.

“I’ll take it.”

He can see it clear as day, how good for Frankie you’ve probably been and will continue to be. Frankie may not know it, but you’ve  been taking care of him in your own way for a while now. He’s described you to Pope as a younger sister, familia through and through despite losing each other for a while. Santi wonders just for a moment how you’d  treat a lover, his eyes roaming your body. The thoughts are whisked away by the crack of a can, and you slide  it over to him. 

“Thanks,” He croaks, his cheeks warm from his thoughts. 

If you notice you don't mention it, quipping back with another soft, “Of course.”

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and he takes a seat at the sturdy wooden table. He tries and fails not to watch you move around the kitchen. You’re incredibly graceful, floating around the room as if you’re on a cloud. You get the salad on the table along with some plates in perfect timing;  the oven dings just as you turn towards it.

You’re a machine, just like him. Just like Frankie, and Benny and Will. Like Tom was. And yet it seems like it hasn’t plagued you the way it has all of them as you plate up dinner and sit across from him. This little life you’ve built, even if he ‘s just gotten a glance of it seems peaceful. He wonders if he could be whole in a place like this or if that’s just wishful thinking he’ll never verbalize. 

“What made you move out here?” He asks softly after several minutes of silence marked by the sound of forks on plates. 

“Solitude suits me,” You say simply.

Santi knows that’s not true. With how easily you welcomed a stranger here, the second nature of you fixing him a meal. He doesn’t push, its not his place.

“I guess I’m ruining that for you then.”

“Francisco trusts you. So I trust you.”

Trust, not solitude. You need safety and instead of finding it in people around you, you find it in yourself. Santi sees you a little clearer now– sees that this isn’t a sanctuary, it’s a fortress surrounded by water and sand and sycamores to keep everyone out.

“That’s why you don’t live in town?”

“I can’t– the guns,” You explain gruffly. “I need to know where they are and when they’ll fire or it gets– bad.

Oh. 

He gets it. He hasn’t experienced it himself, his body’s still in this flight mode, but he can imagine what happens when it’s been turned off and then triggered. He’s heard the stories, though he files them away in a box in his head, never to be touched again. Or so he thought, until he met you. 

In a strange way, you remind him of himself–even with all the work you’ve done he sees you as guarded, though less closed off than he is. Just like him you crave  organization, and belonging, though it seems like your versions are much more poetic than his. More than ever, Santi feels like the scraps of belonging he had with his men is out of reach with Tom gone. Everything’s jumbled and off balance, and now they’re left to figure this out again. Like it wasn’t hard enough the first fucking time. But here…it feels like he could start to. Like he could do it properly. 

The sun is finally starting to set when you finish dinner, and Santi insists that you stay put and let him clean up. When he gets all the food scraps in a pile you head out to put them in the composter and give the plants one last little sprinkle, though the coastal spray was probably enough. As always you find yourself staring into the abyss of the ocean, eyes captivated by the crash and fall of blue hues.

He watches you through the kitchen window, slowing down his methodical movements so that he can spend more time simply looking. There’s no purpose, no quota he must fill in being here with you unless he truly wants it. And right now the only thing he wants to do is look, and look and look at how beautiful you are. 

With the dishes done he follows after you, standing awkwardly on the porch. Santi looks down at his feet, as if the answer to the question in his head rests upon them. But as if you’ve heard his silent steps, you look back at him expectantly and his eyes rise to meet yours. Your mouth raises just a fraction of an inch, he wouldn’t even count it as a smirk, but it pulls the question out of him, “Do you mind if I join you?” 

You  just beckon him on and his feet move without thought, listening to your siren call. You sink further into the sand as he nears you, burying your feet and resting your head on your knees. et. He kicks his shoes off before joining you, keeping his legs straight as he leans back into his palms. The sand is cool and scratchy against his calloused hands. You stay like that as the minutes go by, the sun sinking further and further into the sky.

It looks half submerged in the ocean, its golden hues reflecting off the dark water, when you finally speak again, “I’m gonna head in but you should stay a while. It’s an experience, watching the sun leave the moon alone.”

He hums noncommittally as you rise to your feet dusting the sand off your body. “Thank you for letting me come here. Especially without Fish.”

“Fish,” You repeat, laughing softly. You hardly even glance at him when you say, “You never have to thank me. Goodnight, Santi.”

Winded, Santi can only nod and you both avoid eye contact as you pass him, the moment already feeling charged enough. He likes it though, being on edge about something other than a mission or objective. Your jury’s still out, but she can’t deny what you’re feeling already. 

“Goodnight,” He calls after you once his voice returns.

When you make it to the door you turn to look at him; there’s a pull, an invisible string wound between the two of you. Slowly, you commit this scene to memory so that you can start painting it. You’ve found a muse in him and how long has it been since you’ve painted in color?

He stays there to watch the sun leave the moon, thinking of you the entire time. 

> Part 2: Juna's Bloodshed

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Professor Sycamore Proposal and Wedding Headcanons

so.... instead of festive headcanons, yall get this!! frick, when did it become february?

features: gn! reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes and very minor reference to sex

not proofread lol

owo what’s this? a classic boopy headcanon??

Sycamore is DIVORCED

So he has a lot of anxiety about marriage

When his last one crumbled, he felt like a failure, even though it was a mutual decision

After that, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to get marrid again

Like, could he really find someone to spend his life with? Was that even possible?

But then he met you

And suddenly, he liked the sound of wedding bells again

You’re together for about two or three years when he feels his ring finger starting to itch

Needing the cool metal of a wedding band to soothe it

Being with you, living with you… it was like the puzzle piece his life was missing

He wants to see that smile of yours for the rest of his life

The proposal HAS to be special

Because you’re special

And you make him feel special

You two have so many special memories together

Luckily, he’s a romantic, so he has an incredible idea

He’s going to take you on a walk down memory lane

Literally

To places that mean the world to the both of you

It starts at your shared apartment of course

You come home from work, to find your beloved wearing a chic suit (the top shirt buttons undone, of course)

He tells you he has a surprise, and that you should put on a nice (but easy to wander in) outfit

It’s not the first time he’s done something like this, so you’re not suspicious of anything just yet

And off you go on your grand adventure!

Having dinner at the restaurant you spent your first anniversary at

Getting dessert at your favourite little café

Laughing about the time you both dropped your ice cream while you stroll through the park

And all sorts of other memories

He’s nervous the whole time, but the excitement wins out

You just look so beautiful, his heart skips a beat every time he glances over at you

He wants to marry you SO BAD!

The walk culminates at the bridge you shared your first kiss at

At this point, you’ve kinda sussed out what his plan is

And boy!

You’ve never been more giddy with excitement

Honestly, if you found out he wasn’t proposing, you’d be disappointed

He takes your hand as you look across the river, the city lights dancing in the water

The speech he gives you is equal parts romantic and heartfelt

Just poetry

You’re trembling the entire time

He gets on one knee

His bones click but ignore that

And presents you with a velvet box

A gorgeous, classic ring inside

He doesn’t even have a chance to finish asking the big question before your arms are around him and you’re shouting “Yes! Yes!”

He’s in disbelief by your reaction

I mean, he knew you’d say yes… but he didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic

You really do love him, and that makes him feel so happy and blessed

Wedding planning is a bit hectic, since Augustine is very involved BUT also very busy and tired with work

Do you get into silly fights over dumb things like what canapes to serve? Probably

But do you make up like two seconds after? Yes

Your invites are so elegant (art deco perhaps?), and they are rose scented!

In terms of the wedding, it’s gonna be a small but classy affair

Not super traditional, but definitely romantic and stylish

Depending on what point of the timeline it is, he might not even have a best man

Because he’d want it to be Lysandre eek

The ceremony itself would be held in one of the many beautiful, historic buildings in Lumiose

Somewhere full of art and culture and beauty and life

Maybe somewhere like the art gallery? The theatre? The botanical gardens?

Wherever it is, you KNOW Sycamore’s vows will be the most romantic prose

The heartfelt, genuine words that fall from his lips are the stuff of fairytales

It would make the most jilted, stone-hearted person  believe in love again

The whole time, he’s trembling with emotion

His hands are holding yours, his eyes gazing at you with such fondness and admiration

There will be tears

From you, from him, from everyone

Speaking of…

The guest list is STACKED

Despite it only being a few dozen people

It’s like a Pokémon conference crashed into your nupitals

Diantha, Steven Stone, Wallace, Cynthia… a whole host of professors

Your now-husband is well-connected that’s for sure

Expect AMAZING wedding presents

The dress-code is cocktail

Perfect for the cocktail hour

I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you chose to wear cocktail attire for your ceremony as well as the reception

But you could also stick to more formal/traditional options for the whole event, or switch to your more casual looks after pictures

no matter what option, he WILL find a way to show off a little chest

The reception could be held in a myriad of places

A rooftop in the city, a grand manor in Laverre City, a ballroom in Hotel Richissime

Wherever it’s held, there will be a very Kalosian sounding band playing the whole time

The Champagne will be flowing and plentiful

And there will be SO many flowers

You get those really aesthetic black and white photos taken ah! i love those!

Just saying… your first dance will be so beautiful

Graceful and romantic, you two gliding together as one

It’s Kalos, so you KNOW the meal will be delicious and rich and indulgent

I can totally see the two of you ditching the cake for a round of delicious pastries for everyone

Ones filled with berry curd or cream or chocolate ganache or frangipane

Just exquisite little pockets of joy

At some point, yourself and Augustine slip away to somewhere quiet

A balcony perhaps?

So you two can share a moment together, just the two of you, as pouses

Officially!

And so he can have a quick ciggy

As the evening goes on (and your hubby gets tipsier)

You’re on the dance floor again, but much less gracefully this time

It really devolves from a classy affair to a bunch of drunk friends having a good time

Which honestly? Was exactly how it should end

Well that, and your magical first night together as newlyweds ;)

[stormynightstorytime]

On Professor Sycamore

My VERY young sister finally discovered the beauty that is Pokemon XYZ and I have been rewatching it along with her.

And my gosh did I forget how much I LOVED Professor Sycamore. Like he's a smart professor doing (probably) ground breaking research, he's a romantic, but he'll put you first in the face of danger. Research vs you, he will choose you every single time. I love him so much. (S1 Ep10)

"Oh Mon Cher, there you are."

*Runs to you and takes you in his arms*

"Are you alright? Any bruises? None? That's good."

*You ask about his research*

"*sighs* Gone for now. However Ash and his friends set out to find that no good team rocket so hopefully they retrieve it."

*You apologize*

"No, no, Mon Cher! Don't apologise."

*Cups your cheeks in his hands.*

"I would rather have my research stolen a thousand times over, than have a single hair misplaced on your head."

*Gently kisses the top of your head.*

"You must be quite tired, let's head home."

*Gentle smile*

[hazelfoureyes]

I'm so nervous about Brady, but then again, there's no evidence. no body, no crime scene, no witnesses. just speculation. I'm excited to see how he tries to work with what he's got so far, but also excited to see how Autumn and Alastor manage to get out of this conundrum. I'm looking forward to the next chapter! thank you for writing!

listen…Brady is a great detective. And he was a normal, gentle man. Until he had a (correct) hunch. And everyone ignored him. And everyone lied to his face. And everyone knew he was right but for some fucking reason no one would admit it.

Brady is gonna say the wrong things to the right people

He’s gonna lose his grip

And he’s gonna feel the heat

Referencing:

A Doe in Fall - Part 7 - Human Alastor x Burlesquer Fem Reader

[iiiiiiits-m]

WHO ELSE IS HYPED FOR POKEMON Z (my Augustine Sycamore hyperfixation will finally be fed)

[the-friendly-entity]

[ ~"Long Time"~ ] - Pokemon

Is been so long since your first adventure in Kalos, a lot of things happened and a lot of adventures you have all around the world, but things go as you never expected, you go back where your adventure started, finding a familiar face

What contains? Vent, Sensitve Content

Can be visualized as? Family Relation Ship, Friend Relation Ship

Professor Sycamore was always busy, as a Professor, he always needed to check all new information about Pokemons, and help out new trainers in their adventure, teaching them and giving them all the resources for they adventure, is a hard job, but something he was happy about it, all the memories and new face he meets, is there always something to remember and smile about, that what he love about his job

but, is always important to take a rest, and Professor Sycamore did after finishing checking all the information and helping out, going out of his lab, to take a walk, and enjoying the sun and the surroundings of Kalos, after all, he most of the time he inside the lab, is something he needs, taking a deep breath and sigh with a smile

as he walks, he looks around, the people, pokemon, the stores, and cafes, just enjoying his surroundings, the smell of all kinds of foods and desserts makes his tummy rumble, and he does a small laugh, he knows this gonna happen, thinking what to order for a small meal, something for sure he will order a coffee

as he got near one of the cafes, something caught his attention, an instinct of something familiar near him, confused about this feeling, looked around the entrance of the cafe where there were tables outside where very low people enjoying the food, one of them, he noticed a familiar face

it was You, he was surprised to see you, it had been so long, he remembered you when was younger, when you chose your first Pokemon, and all your journey, all the memories were passing fast in his mind, and now, look at you, you grow up but still remember you

he was happy to see a familiar face after so long time, he slowly go near your table and called your name "[Y/N]! is been so long" Professor Sycamore says, you finally noticing him "Look at you, you grow up eh?" he chuckles "It's very nice to see ya back, how you have been?"

You were nervous, Sycamore noticed that, but at first he can understand, it's been so long since saw each other faces, it was almost like the first time, so he let you talk in your peace, as you two talked, and you tried to respond his questions, he can't stop noticed, that odd feeling annoying him back on his mind, like you weird attitude, trying to almost avoid some normal questions or not even responding about it some of them, your voice, almost so quiet and forced to talk, almost that hint of sadness in it, and mostly, the eye contact, avoiding see him in the eyes or even face, is not like you uncomfortable to see someone in the eyes but, is like you scared of being someone you close with, hiding something you dont want to say, he can notice that, and as more you two talk, more that feeling is overwhelming him, something is wrong with you and he need to help you, after all, is what a professor must do

"Is everything alright?" Professor Sycamore asks, surprising you "I dont know what is happening but, I can make sure, I'm here to hear you, whatever is making you feel that way, I'm here for you kid" he says, looking at you with worried but calm expression, giving you a confident smile to make you understand everything will be alright

Your eyes slowly tears appear, you can't hold it anymore and hide your face on the table covering it with your arms and crying, trying to make the low sound as possible to not make attention, this worries Professor Sycamore, he never sees you this sad before, so hurt and broken, he was worried about what happen to you, but for now, he gently caress you back, "There there, let it all out, do not hold any single tear" he say, letting you cry and make all does feeling out

as you finally finish crying, feeling less heavy holding does feeling, you slowly explain to Professor Sycamore about what your feelings, he was mostly quiet all the time letting you talk all you need and mostly understand what happened to you, he was sad about what he hearing, "life was showing you the worse face eh?" he said, there a sad tone in his voice, is not something new to him but not so common too, of trainers giving up due other trainers who as been very rude to them for unjustified reasons, even the point being dangerous, he sighs

"Being a trainer, can bring a lot of good things, but a lot of bad things too, people often forget being a trainer is not just to show who the best of all around the world, but is also the journey, the friends you make in the way, the pokemons you meet and discover and join in your team, and most of all, the memories" Professor Sycamore carefully hold your hand, trying to give you comfort "I'm so sorry all this happen to you, but none of it is your fault alright? No matter what the other trainers as been say to you, all does words will never be real, I understand is now hard for you to feel the same way you felt in the past, are no longer the same eyes as people ruin your vision....but I can understand it"

"You not alone [Y/N], there a lot of people there who have been feeling the same as you, due to you are different from other trainers' vision and motivations, but that does not make you be less, alright?" Professor Sycamore looks at you, hoping he could comfort you from all you have been holding on your back, even was just simple words and talking, you feel relief, you need it, to someone to hear you, and you never feel you could do it due the trainers' vision as been show, as if your problems is just something dumb and not important, but Professor Sycamore as showing you it was not, he was there for you

he invite you to a coffee and desserts, to make you feel calmer and better and takes the time to pause the talk, he feels disappointed of how some people treat others because they do not follow what they want a like, everyone has they decisions and motivations in life and no one is in the right to change that because is not what you like, but the hit of the competition make people act in ways are not even human, to the point to break others with any excuses to show them they are 'better', a real trainer knows this is not the right way

after a snack, you feeling now more calm after that, Professor Sycamore is was happy to see you better, you still talk low but less nervous and more free away, he promise he will help you to front go on help you deal with this

he can see you struggle with anything related to Pokemon or even pokemons itself, almost like a phobia, afraid to be hurt by anything related to it...even he is sad about how the other trainers treat you to the point you even develop fear, that will not stop him to help you

Slow steps will be made to help you in this new journey, he will not force you to like Pokemon again, but will help you to make your life easy, to front does traumas and fears, to make you back to smile

You are very thankful to have someone like him to help you with this, you was feeling lost and almost like you do not belong in this world of how people make you believe, but Professor Sycamore shows you the opposite, you belong, and even if things will never be the same, you will slowly being yourself, no longer being influence from what others people told you/treat you

[imzairajustme]

ALAIN X READER!

(The reader works for Professor Sycamore.)

[NOTES:This is my first short story I've written after the cringy ones in 2020, so it could be bad..sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Also,i was writing science notes while writing this,so,some words could be spelled wrong.]

You were walking to the gym,seeing Alain fight so that he could become the very best..You couldn't believe your eyes,just some time ago he was just walking around with you,like a normal boyfriend would do,he was just an assistant,but now,you see him being one of the best champions.

You decide to go visit him before the fight,and also to tell him that you're not a Pokémon trainer,in fact, you've never told him you're just Professor Sycamore's assistant..

You finally arrive and the gym,and after sighing,you enter.

Alain still hasn't started fighting with his challenger, he doesn't seem anxious of the fight at all,so you decide to walk up to him, ignoring the queue and the fans screaming.

"Hey,babe.." You tap his shoulder..

He slowly turns around,looking at you

"Hey.." He says,giving you a small grin on his face.

"I've..never thought I'd see you here being one of the champions. I'm still an assistant,how are you already a champion?" You chuckle softly.

He also chuckled softly,then kissed your cheeks. He sighs.

"How's it going with Professor Sycamore? Are you making any progress?" He crosses his arms,he seems curious to know.

"Meh..it's alright. But i really want to end up like you,even if i probably won't,but i believe i could!" You smile as you say this,maybe you're too optimistic,but,who knows what will happen in the future.

He looks at you,smiles and kisses you,before looking back at the other side of the gym.

At that point the other challenger enters the room,ready to fight against him. You exit that area and look at him,fighting,wanting to become the best Pokémon trainer.

[uchispeach]

Sycamore Tree Rafe is 100% S1 Rafe coded…

New chapter: here

[layton-my-dear]

Cape

Jean Descole/Desmond Sycamore x Reader. Oneshot. Established relationship. 2132 words. Repost of an old work of mine from 2023. Summary: You miss Des when he's gone. So... You decide to snuggle up with his cape. Content warnings: Written in absolute delirium. None otherwise.

You miss him terribly when he's gone.

The hours feel like an eternity when you're waiting for your love to return. Whether he's giving a seminar to the esteemed individuals in the archaeology community under his professor persona or working in the shadows as Jean Descole, you miss your brilliant and artful lover. Today, however, is the former of those two scenarios: Professor Desmond Sycamore is holding a meeting in London to discuss some business with his peers in the field. You knew before you'd even started a relationship with him that he is a busy man and of course you understood; you'd never held it against him. However, it didn't change the loneliness that gnawed at your heart in his absence.

Thus, you found an alternative means of providing yourself some comfort...

It was late in the evening when Professor Sycamore began climbing up the stairs of the airship. He was heavy laden with books, paperwork, and exhaustion. The meeting had taken far longer than he'd intended, and then of course those imbeciles simply insisted on dragging him out to some miserable luncheon. The food was sub-par, the company was insufferable, and the weather was grim. Naïvely, he'd thought to escape once he'd partaken in the wretchedly mediocre meal, but then they'd wanted his expert opinion (of course he's an expert, which meant that it should be obvious that he was far too busy for their foolish nonsense!) on some “revolutionary” (“Hardly!” he scoffed inwardly) “new” (he'd heard of it weeks ago) unearthing of an ancient art piece that had recently been transferred to the London Museum of Historical Peoples.

“Ah, master! I was wondering when you'd return. I fear your midday, afternoon, and evening tea has long since gone cold. I will put a fresh pot on at once.” Raymond greeted him as soon as he'd entered the Bostonius. Heaving a long-suffering sigh of exhaustion, Sycamore shook his head.

“No need, Raymond. This day has been a near-complete and tremendously fiendish waste of my time. I have had a long and wretched experience with those bougie nitwits, though I was at the very least able to convince them to invest in my work. Unfortunately it gave them the impression that I would be interested in mingling; their hunger for gossip is almost as severe as their appetite for below-average fast food. There are only so many rounds of soggy chips and half-frozen fish fingers I can take,” He growled out with pain, “In any case, I am most certainly not about to allow them any room for shoving their big buffoon noses into my personal business! No matter, though... The day is done, and soon we'll be off elsewhere, far far away from these imbeciles. I have much more important business to attend to than entertaining their small minds. For the moment, however, I only wish to lie down for at least an ounce of peace. I'm utterly spent,” The archaeologist haphazardly abandoned his burdens onto a nearby table, too tired for further ranting, “If you would sort these for me, it would be much appreciated.”

Raymond nodded, uttering a quick, “Right away master,” as he immediately moved to engage the task.

Desmond massaged his face, exasperatedly looking around the room. His expression was strained, his gaze searching. Something very important was missing from this scene. Something he'd been looking forward to seeing all day.

“Where has my dearest gone off to then?”

“They retired to your room several hours ago, master. They've been rather mournful for your company all day.” Answered the butler honestly.

Desmond clicked his tongue, “This won't do at all. I shan't keep them waiting any longer. Thank you, Raymond. Goodnight.”

“Peaceful rest to you, master.” The older gentleman turned to him and bowed respectfully, bidding the professor adieu as he scurried off to your shared bedroom.

Quietly, Desmond pushed the door open, peering into the darkened room. Opening the door further, the light from the hallway spilled in, bathing your sleeping form in a warm glow. The man in the doorway stared for a moment. He could feel his irritated expression melting almost immediately as a long, slow exhale left him. The tension also began slipping away from his chest and muscles as he took in the sight of you, gaze softening with love. You were curled up on the bed, hair all a mess, your face buried in the blanket-

Wait...

Desmond squinted, eyes narrowed in suspicion. That... wasn't a blanket...

You were wrapped in his cape.

How had you found that??

Not only that, but the fur scarf too, now that he looked harder. You were using it as a pillow, a small smile on your face as you nuzzled into the fluff of it. Leaving the door open for the light to see by, he approached your side of the bed, looking you over with his hands on his hips. You'd abandoned the Jean Descole persona's hat and mask on the nearby dresser, evidently pilfering only what you could comfortably sleep with. Desmond couldn't find it in himself to be cross with you. After all, Raymond had mentioned that you'd been missing him particularly badly... The longer he looked you over, the more his heart melted. He felt almost sick with adoration for you, like butterflies in his stomach. Ever so gently, he leaned down, reaching his fingers toward your face. With a featherlight touch, he lovingly brushed aside the strands of hair from your features, tucking them tenderly behind your ear. You let out a breathy hum at his touch, the sweet lilt of your sleeping voice buzzing in his brain.

“Oh, my dear, my love...” He whispered, devotion seeping from his words like a lovestruck poet. He could feel his face heating up from his neck as he looked upon you. From now on, he'd be certain to terminate any future attempts at waylaying him from returning home to you in a timely manner. Nothing was going to get between him and moments like these... certainly not wastes of space like his coworkers.

Desmond shook his head. No need for such things to consume his thoughts any longer. Not when he had you right there in front of him. A dreamy sigh escaped him as his lips curled up in a warm smile, unable to pry his gaze from you. His sweetest delight, his perfect partner. Oh, how he loved you. He looked you over, his gaze trailing across the cape that was wrapped so snuggly around you, gracefully outlining the form of your body. Even the darkest parts of him weren't able to resist your enchanting light, he let out a small huff of a laugh as his fingers traced the article where it met your form. You'd foregone the warmth of the bedclothes, the sheets and blankets still made up neatly beneath you. The only thing keeping you warm was that blasted cape.

What that cape stood for never seemed to bother you. You accepted both sides of him equally, happy to love every square inch of his being, his identity. At first he'd wondered if it was naïvety, sheer innocence, or perhaps even ignorance, but no. As time went on, he slowly began to realise that it was nothing of the sort.

You understood him.

Understood the depths, the pain, the darkness that swirled and crashed and raged within him. You listened, you observed, you thought. You cared. The two of you were different kinds of people, there was no denying this, this much was a mutual understanding. Even so, you found it within yourself to trace every jagged edge of his being and memorise it, understand it, figure out what it was and why it was there. Despite the monumental amount of hideous history behind him, you stood before it with an unabashed determination, even when he kicked against your efforts.

Desmond couldn't even begin to grasp why you stayed, why you persisted in your endeavour. He felt that you were wasting your time. He fought, wrestled, warred against himself in regards to your affections. He wanted it so badly, wanted your love, wanted to feel your arms around him – but it was a blow in the face to everything he'd worked for, wasn't it? A distraction. An obstacle between him and his goals. He'd resigned himself to living for one purpose for so long. Ultimately, it was Raymond who'd actually convinced him, evidently sick of watching him tear himself in half over his - at that point utterly undeniable - affections for you.

“It's like I can't breathe. I feel as though I'm drowning,”

“It's called falling in love, master. I'm afraid there's no cure, but it will get better with time, I assure you. You need only to let it in and stop trying to kill it. The more you try, the harder it fights back.”

He felt he'd never be able to thank him enough. How close he'd come to losing you. To losing this.

His hand curved around your cheek, hovering there as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. You looked so peaceful... He didn't want to wake you up, but alas, his selfish side won out on this decision; surely you could spare just a few minutes of sleep in order to direct that breathtaking expression at him? To just let him hold you in his arms...

“My love...” He whispered, stroking your cheek, “I'm home now.” Leaning all the way down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. As he pulled back, he hovered just a few inches from your face, whispering your name as he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. With a small hum, your eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily.

“Mmm... Hmm... Desmond...?” You muttered, half-awake.

“It's me, my darling. I'm here. I see you've made yourself rather comfortable with my cape while I was away, hmm?" He purred. He couldn't help himself but to lightly tease you. It must be a testament to his villainous nature, he figured, to be able to do that to a sweet thing like you. Was he Desmond or was he Descole right now? He truly couldn't tell anymore. You blurred the lines for him, but it was in such an intoxicating way, he found that he no longer minded.

“Desmond,” You repeated his name, relief heavy in the sound of it, sending shivers up and down his spine and a new wave of butterflies into his gut. You moved to sit up, and he leaned back to give you room. “I'm so happy you're home, I've missed you so much,” With that, you peeled the cape off of your upper half, freeing your arms in order to throw them around him. He welcomed your tight embrace, your face buried in the curve of his neck as he engulfed your form into his own arms. He couldn't restrain the happy, breathy laugh that left him as he caught you into his hold, pulling you up into his lap, as close to him as possible. He removed his glasses, tossing them onto the nightstand before his hand quickly found its place on the back of your head, fingers entwining with your hair as he gently moved you to look at him. Pressing his forehead against your own, he looked into your eyes - into your beautiful, gorgeous, hypnotic eyes - before pressing a desperate, needy kiss to your lips. You felt him kick out, hearing both of his shoes hit the ground and roll across it haphazardly, as he drew his legs up onto the bed.

He pressed forward, deepening the kiss, his hands roaming up and down your back, in your hair, seemingly everywhere at once. He finally simply grabbed onto you, pulling you with him in his surprisingly strong arms as he changed positions, his back against the pillows and the headrest of the bed, legs stretched out. Desmond broke the kiss for a moment, taking a breath. Looking at you, his eyes were glossy, hazy with the heat of the moment, an adorably wobbly smile on his face. His hand came up to cup your cheek as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this time much slower, sweeter, more methodical. A perfect fit, a perfect feeling. His lips were soft like the touch of his hands, though strong and loving. Full of want that he wouldn't usually let himself verbalise. Chest-to-chest, face-to-face, one of your legs wrapped around his, you could live in this moment forever. How lucky you felt, how on top of the world. He finally pulled away, needing air again.

He watched you for a moment more before whispering back a belated but wholly honest reply, “I missed you too.”

[nathanbatemanfucker]

summary: Santi’s always been used to running, finding comfort in ambiguity and transitions. But what happens when he finally meets someone who makes him want to stay?

Part 1: Along the Deep

Part 2: Juna’s Bloodshed

Part 3: TBD

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[i-write-boop-spoops]

Boopy's Masterlist - Professor Sycamore

All my works featuring the hottest professor (don't @ me)

Professor Sycamore NSFW Alphabet

Professor Sycamore as a husband and expecting father headcanons

“Noir in Technicolour” x f!reader fic

“Not your student anymore” x reader fic

Professor Sycamore Kissing headcanons (Kind of NSFW)

Professor Sycamore and his S/O visiting Galar headcanons

"Goodnight kiss" x reader fic

Professor Sycamore Fluff Alphabet

Professor Sycamore and his S/O living together headcanons

Professor Sycamore Proposal & Wedding Headcanons