tackled by an arcanine ━ ash ketchum x male!oc!
 15 parts Ongoing Ash's stomach flutters nervously. He peers up at Ten from beneath the dark frame of his eyelashes, his maroon eyes glistening slightly. "You're being a little possessive right now."
"I don't get possessive," Ten scoffs, zipping the hoodie all the way to the very top. "I get territorial."
"I'm not yours," Ash asserts, partly to provoke a response. His heart quickens as Ten tilts his head, a gesture reminiscent of a Murkrow. His green eyes are impossibly dark, gaze lowering after a moment as he smiles, the corners not quite reaching his eyes.
"Everyone else seems to think so," he says.
Or: a story of pining told through many years, regions, the occasional ketchup mishap and the weight of an arcanine tackle.
NOW WITH ART! <3