Y/N's POV
During the night time, the wildest things go through my heard and sometimes, it gets really out of hand. However, one of the things that they tend to have in common is wondering about my compatibility with a certain someone. Often, it starts to happen when I look down and stare at my engagement ring for a solid minute, the same one that has been there for nearly a whole year. Usually, he's there to stop me from going wild with thoughts but tonight was a little different than usual.
Silver and I, we've been together for nearly four years, counting both of the dating years and the engagement years but we've pretty much known each other since we were practically children. Though we bickered a lot, there was no doubt that there was a connection between us, a connection that was clearly passionate between the two of us.
When I tell people that I am engaged to him, people, more often than not, don't believe me and I understand that. Silver has quite the bad reputation with t

    You enjoyed staring up at the stars when sleep failed to embrace you. You felt the soft, sleeping breaths of your Pokemon who was curled up right next to you. Looking to your left, you saw N sleeping next to you inside his own sleeping bag. You were amazed by how easily he could fall into the depths of sleep, but after all of his hard work in trying to save Pokemon, he did deserve the peace that sleep provided.
    
    You turned your gaze back to the beautiful night sky and thought about the past few months. It hadn’t been long since you started traveling with N, but each day with him got better and better. You enjoyed his company just as much as the company of your Pokemon; he was always able to put you at ease. Your feelings for him were probably more than they should be, but it wasn’t like his feelings reciprocated your own. A sigh of disappointment escaped your mouth when you realized that heartbreaking truth.

    You sat in the Pokecenter nervously awaiting the news on how your Pokemon was. You and (P/N) hated battling and therefore were inexperienced which proved to be fatal for the both of you when you were forced to engage in a battle. There was no way of knowing that an angry Druddigon resided inside the cave that you and your Pokemon wandered into to seek shelter from the pouring rain outside. It was only after the Druddigon attacked did you realize what foolish mistake you had made.
    
    Now, (P/N) was in a critical state and you worried desperately for his health. He was your first and only Pokemon you’ve ever had and he stuck by your side for all these years, you couldn’t imagine going on any more journeys without him. Just thinking about it seemed wrong.
    
    You turned your head as you heard the door to the Pokecenter open and watched as a young man with long, green hair s

He had been crying that night in his sleep too.
It wasn’t an occasional occurrence either. In truth, it happened often.
He always had this fear of being rejected.
You chose to be there for him, despite him saying he is not worth your time. You wish he saw what you did.
You pulled him into you, making sure his head was resting softly on your shoulder. One hand gently stroking his black hair, the other supporting his back in your hold; you always did this when he was like that. You hummed a song and slowly coaxed him into a more peaceful slumber.
It’s not that you wished he would stop crying in his sleep, you just wanted him to share everything together, so he wouldn't have to be so alone.
In the end, it was always you crying on his shoulder. You just wanted to be more connected with him, but he hid things about his past from you. You wanted to be able to comfort him about things that you knew, laugh about others. Just reminisce with him.
Morning came and its light draped the

For: Words-Of-Fate 
Character: N (Natural Harmonia Gropius) from B/W
Flavour: Cherry blossom and forest floor
Genre: Slight Romance / Angst
Word Count: 920
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N cradles the small Deerling softly in his arms, watching as its eyes slowly droop and it lets out its last sighs.
A single tear drips from his eye onto the frail creature, but the wrinkles of worry and pain are already gone from its face. Still, it doesn't make things any less painful for him.
He nearly misses the whirlwind of cherry blossoms that appear along with your ethereal figure, a white dress flowing around your knees as you walk barefoot toward him and crouch beside the dead Pokémon.
"Once again, N, I'm all but surprised by your bond with a Pokémon you hardly knew."
It's always so magical to him when he sees it happen-- a pale, translucent figure rises from the corpse, stumb

For: Musicanimegamer45
Character: Volkner
Colour: Denim
Genre: Fluff and Romantic
Additional Info: I think comfort would work and then towards the end maybe instead of going out on a date they spend it home and make some homecooking and cuddling after if that makes sense. 
Word Count: 837
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Though Volkner tries his best not to make a sound as he enters the bedroom, the old door and its rusty hinges creak as he pushes it slowly-- thankfully, it doesn't wake you up.
You're passed out on the bed, your phone facing upwards on your chest as the ending credits of a movie scroll through the screen. A finished cup of ice cream sits on your nightstand, any remnants melting into a lukewarm liquid.
He sighs, knowing that it probably hasn't been a great day for you. You've hardly been in contact with him, he can see a

A/N: So basically, I wrote a little story for each of them with the same theme. In this case, sleeping with them! (SFW, I promise. ^^') I'll probably continue with these little drabble series if you all like them, so let me know. And I will be adding more of the boys soon, as soon as I can write them. Anywho, enjoy and let me know what you think. C:
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"I went to sleep, thinking about you // And I woke up just the same."
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Red ; Safe
He always wore himself out battling, and almost always fell asleep before you.
Occasionally, if you had more work to finish, you'd tuck the tired boy in.
Sometimes, he mumbled attack commands, dreaming about even more battling.
And once in a while, he'd simply mumble your name and smile.
After finishing piles of paperwork, you'd crawl into the space beside him and put your head on his chest.
It was practically a reflex for him to pull you in closer and give you a quick kiss on t

    Pain
    No words were needed to know it existed. It practically radiated off of the boy who stood before you. Your body was frozen in place; unable to do anything but continue to watch him unnoticed. Quite frankly, you were terrified to find out what such horrible tragedy could’ve possibly broken this such lively boy beyond repair. That’s exactly what he was.
    Broken
    Green was always a proud boy and that was something you looked up to him for. No matter the situation, he always kept his pride and stood straight with a grin on his face. Now? That grin of his you adored so much and his body was hunched over a grave inside the Pokemon Tower. Even from the distance you were at, you could hear the sounds of his racked sobs escaping his throat.
    
    One by one, his Pokemon began to release themselves from their Pokeballs on their own acc

For: Redluver
Colour: Scarlet and Red
Character: Silver
Additional Info: Much Fluff and Romantic and maybe Lust if possible? Also can reader-chan be shy?
Word Count: 929
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I. His Eyes
You first saw him while sitting on your favourite, slightly peeled, green bench by the campus lake.
Dressed in a simple, all-black outfit and with an equally shaded notebook in hand, he sat across the small body of water, occasionally glancing around and scribbling in his book with a pencil. He gave off an air of confidence, but also of intimidation. People seemed to walk slightly further from him by instinct, as did animals.
When you caught a glimpse of his sharp platinum eyes, you quickly shot your head down, feeling his gaze still boring holes into you.
But you swore that for a moment, they softened.
II. His Hair
You first noticed his hai

For: Cometthestar
Colour: Aquamarine and Sky Blue
Character: Steven Stone
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1030
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The stars are clearly visible amidst dark skies tonight, despite all the lights emitting from the town square. The fire of several Chandelures and Litwicks glows against lively market stalls, and the streets are brimming with customers. Music reaches every corner of the town, and laughter fills the air.
The centre of the square is your stage; the moon, your spotlight. Tambourines form a steady beat as you wave sheer white sashes around your body, bare feet gliding across the pavement.
You've been dancing for this festival every year since you were a child, and admittedly, have become one of the main attractions.
Some say it's your charisma, and others, your unique style. Your costumes have become more elaborate

    The day Professor Oak chose you as one of the three children to receive a Pokemon was when your eyes were truly opened to the world of Pokemon. As Red and Blue who were undoubtedly far more outgoing than you immediately chose the Pokemon they liked the most, you were left with Bulbasaur, the seed Pokemon. You had no room to complain, though. Just the fact that you had your very own Pokemon was enough.
    
    Before the three of you could rush out to begin your long anticipated journey, a conversation couldn’t be helped. Although it didn’t seem like it between Red and Blue, you were all close friends. After all, you all did grow up together. But close friends or not, that title would have to be pushed aside. Starting that day, none of you would consider yourself friends. No, you all were rivals.
    
    “Today’s the day where I finally start my journey of becoming the

Request By: kingofsass
Colour: Orchid and Violet
Character: Red
Additional Info: Blind!Reader
Word Count: 714
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You exit the quaint café with the taste of hazelnut coffee and pistachio macarons lingering on your tongue.
It's gotten chillier outside, as the two of you had spent nearly two hours just chatting away. The sun has been down for a while now, so you opt for a lamplit walk in the park. It's sometimes hard for you to tell, but you're at least able to deduce whether or not the sun is out from the blurred outlines that fill your limited vision.
Red gives you his jacket, so you have him hold your cane as you put your arms through the holes. It's surprisingly warm, though it's a tad large on you.
Cool summer nights are your favourite, with the dancing breeze tickling your face and the chirping of crickets reminding you of your childhood.
It's silent for a bi

Request By: Musicanimegamer45
Colour: Lavender and/or Blue Bell
Character: Lance
Additional Info: Reader in wheelchair, Lance is boyfriend
Word Count: 847
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Lance's Dragonite lets out a desperate wail for the third time this hour, and all he can do is gently massage the smooth skin on its arm as he pushes his scarlet locks back with his hand.
He grits his teeth in frustration and worry.
The machines at the Pokémon Centres haven't helped it heal, and even the most professional of dragon trainers he's reached out to have never heard of anything like this happening.
Clair rushes in, handing her cousin a slip of paper with an address messily scrawled on it.
"I think I've found someone who can help."
He remembers entering the once-gloomy Lavender Town within its first stages of revitalization.
It had been a while since he'd visited, but the atmosphere had been notic

You soar above the clouds, your infinite psychic powers carrying you high above the white wisps. Indeed, your powers have grown tremendously. You glance behind you, happy to see your creator, Griffith, enjoying the view of being lifted via your telekinesis. Indeed, Doctor Griffith’s desire to travel was odd, for he had stated that they were finally going to make their move. You, although curious, did not read the Doctor’s mind, not wanting to enough upon his personal space. Griffith suddenly calls to you, his very voice warming your heart. However, this was no time to be fluttery in the face of your creator; you had a job to do. Griffith orders you to descend along with him and you oblige, shooting past the cloud layer and meeting grey mountains, pumping out smoke and ash; a truly apocalyptic scene. You make sure to cast a protective barrier around Griffith as you both fly through a rather thick layer of smog, lava bubbling below within the Volcano. Griffith speaks as you d