#i want to get the new pokemon snap just for him

[nightfang22]

For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3

Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!

Virgin Lovers

Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI

Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.

                                                         *Flashback*

"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.

                                                     *Flashback Over*

You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.

"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"

"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"

  I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"

 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"

                                                *Timeskip to the club*

You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.

Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

#wayne 2019 #wayne series #wayne mccullough x reader #wayne x reader #wayne mccullough #orlando #x reader #y/n #x y/n #smut #female reader #established relationship #lemon #fanfiction #fanfic #spicy #not enough people write for this fandom #please gimme more asks #please please please

[r0-boat]

TW: MENTION OF LOSING A LIMB/GORE MENTION please be advised.

Hello! I have a prompt where, the reader pushes there lover (warden Ingo, cyllene, laventon, adaman SEPARATE) away from an Alpha Pokemon attack and then get seriously injured (like losing a limb or something) and them crying and telling us off on how we could have died or grieving our death.

(both surviving and dying endings please)

Oh yes delicious angst! 👀

Cw: almost losing a limb/losing a limb, reader death, mourning, depression, angst no happy end.

Reader becoming severely injured or dying saving them.

Warden Ingo

(Close call)

Ingo carried you, blood staining his coat and your outfit. He carried you going as fast as he humanly could down until the nearest doctor, anyone who could help—screaming for help, keeping you warm, and losing more blood in any way he could. When you finally wake up, Ingo is out of breath and on the verge of tears. He holds you close, tight, and protective. He couldn't get mad at you. He could never be mad. He was just relieved you were all right. However I would be lying if I said he wouldn't be a little more protective from now on.

(reader dead)

He stared at a shaky palm, remembering the way you went slack in his arms, bags under his eyes from sleepless nights filled with new and old nightmares. The painful feeling of losing something was so painful; however, what scared him more was that this feeling was familiar to him. The emptiness inside him was only doubled after. He can't even look at himself anymore because whatever stares back is your smiling face and deja vu. Even though he knows he must take care of himself, he has to admit it's hard even to bring himself to eat these days without looking over to your smiling face how he misses you're warmth in his arms. Now, all he feels is the cold, howling wind of Coronet Heights. Once again that loneliness fills him in this time; it will be there till his grave. Ingo cannot love again for he can not feel that love again.

Cyllene

(close call)

Survivors guilt, as you lie there on the ground losing blood at an alarming rate. She's frozen. She's almost in denial as other survey members rush to your limb body. Cyllene finally snaps out of it all. Her panic hits her all at once, barking orders to get you back to camp.

Unfortunately Pesselle running low on supplies and with time running out she wasn't sure she would be able to save you. Upon hearing this Revelation something inside her stoked a fire Cyllene took it upon herself to go out and find every single ingredients she needed helping her nurse you back to health, of course you being unconscious from blood loss for a few days you had no idea all you woke up to was an angry rant from a very very pissed captain.

(Death)

After all she did, she couldn't save you. Sadness and rage bubble into one, gritting her teeth, nails scratching at the cold ground; she wants to scream. Damn it why wasn't it her? Damn, it should have been her! The job of the Galaxy Core was to protect people and she couldn't even protect the one person she cared most. She needed to get stronger she needed to be more so this would never happen again. And that's why her heart grows three times colder that day.

Laventon

(close call)

Laventon drag you outside of Camp to look at some Pokemon well he asks you to ready your pokeballs for a catch, but he doesn't notice the alpha Garchomp that had their eyes on you. Everything was a blur then helplessly sitting still as the rest of Team Galaxy tried everything to use your Pokemon to fight the alpha back off as they get you back to safety. If only he could throw a Pokeball if he were good at raising Pokemon. Laventon felt like a burden to you here he was having you risk his life to do his work any friendly wake up he's on the verge of tears holding you closely his hands shaking the sinking feeling of uselessness does not leave.

(Death)

He drowns himself in his work. It is the only way to make him forget about his constant nightmares of that day. He still loves Pokemon. He does not blame Pokemon for taking your life, but he recognizes more than anyone else that Pokemon are as dangerous as they are fascinating. It'll be a while since he touches one without his heart beating with anxiety. He barely eats. He sleeps. All he does is work on his Pokedex. He has to finish it for your sake, or else all the dangerous work you did, the work you died for, will be for nothing, and when he finally finishes, it will say, "With the help of my beloved, thank you. I will miss you."

Adaman

(close call)

If it wasn't for Leafeon who growled at the large Pokemon making sure it didn't take a step closer as his human brother held you in his arms, blood staining his fingers. Leafeon successfully holding back the Pokemon that threatened your life walks over to Adaman whining as he looks your arm giving him a worried look. Adaman knows the natural remedies around these parts you are too far from the settlement and the village to take care of you so he does all that he can using leafeon's aromatherapy to soothe you as he begins to use natural herbs and revenues to calm the bleeding as much as he can while ripping apart his own clothes for makeshift bandages rumoring through your bag for anything he could use anything at all to help.

Upon waking up, Adaman almost tackles you, holding you close to his body, careful not to hurt you. He squeezes you gently. "You're an idiot..." he whispers, his hand shaking, his voice breaking. "don't you ever scare me like that again."

(death)

If only he was faster and in denial at the fact that your time has ended. If only he hadn't wasted his time, he could have gotten you to the settlement, and you would have been here. He felt like a failure, not only a failure of a friend but a failure of the leader of Diamond Clan. If he couldn't keep one person he loved alive, how could he keep his entire Clan alive? Time is truly short. However, some people, if unlucky, can be even shorter. He'll spend all his days morning into training, getting stronger in your name until he has passed out on the ground. He knows that he's just wasting his time and that no amount of tears will bring you back. He did not deserve you; you did not serve your time being robbed. The Lord Sinnoh is so cruel.

#pokemon headcannons #pokemon reader insert #Angst #pokemon adaman #adaman x reader #professor laventon #Laventon x reader #captain cyllene #pokemon cyllene #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #ingo x reader

[pokemenlovingmen]

Hey there! I didn't see who you write for on your page, so I'll include a couple of characters in case you don't write for one of them.

Can you do a GN or Male!Reader x either Arven or N, please? Just some cuddles and quality time, because I am pretty sure that's what most of us crave!

Thank you!

-First Anon

Ohhh yeah I know what you mean, cuddly fluff is always what I crave! Hopefully people who come for my content have similar interests, lmao. :) I went with a male reader because yknow… these are some guys I have a man crush on.

But yeah!! Cuddles with dudes I have fictional crushes on!! Pokemon gave me a great gift in the form of two fruity dudes with long hair and familial issues who are my age.

cw: child neglect (given who these are about…)

Cuddling Headcanons with a Male Reader for Arven and N

Arven

🥪 — Arven is hesitant with physical affection at first, just because he’s really not used to it. Like what do you mean… you want to put your arms around him because you love him?? Are you okay??

🥪 — Arven’s always been of the mind that acts of service are the only way to win the love of someone from previous experience, after all working so hard at school and home upkeep always earned praise from his mom/dad even if they weren’t there physically.

🥪 — Given you’re both guys, he’s also kinda shy about the relationship at first. Now, Paldea is one of the most queer-accepting regions you could be in, but it’s still, yknow. Not considered “normal”. People might stare, or say something. He’s no doubt in love with you but the potential negative attention scares the shit out of him.

🥪 — But when he does open up? God, he’s the biggest cuddlebug. He tried physical intimacy once and now he’s addicted.

🥪 — You can hold him, he can hold you, he doesn’t care, just being close is enough. If you’re shorter than him, he’ll usually rest his chin on your head and hum happily. If you’re taller than him, he’ll usually bury his face in your chest.

🥪 — Play with his hair and he’ll die a little bit. If you’re able to see his face, he’ll be wearing the biggest and dumbest smile the whole time. It’s best not to mix this with compliments because you WILL kill him.

🥪 — If you’re a weighted blanket enjoyer, you’ll never need one, because he can snap his fingers and suddenly there’s a massive weighted blanket with legs, a tail and a big furry face on top of you both.

🥪 — So as if you didn’t already have the pleasure of cuddling up to such a sweet guy, you also have his huge dog. Nights are never cold when you’re with these guys.

🥪 — He’s lowkey kind of a house husband of a boyfriend and he likes doing things like cooking meals for you, especially surprising you with breakfast, but that can be hard if you guys fell asleep cuddled up to each other. He doesn’t wanna climb out of this :(

🥪 — He’ll just kind of talk and ramble about nothing in particular while you guys snuggle if you let him. How his day was, how Mabosstiff is doing, compliments and things he loves about you, new recipes, funny stories, all that. Sort of comes to a point where even he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about, he’s just sort of talking to talk because he’s not too fond of dead silence.

🥪 — He’s yours, alright. Even if he was nervous about the relationship at first, Arven’s a happy, happy guy. And he’ll take any chance he gets to cuddle up to you.

N

💚 — His relationship with touch is complicated. That and the whole concept of cuddling and just having someone’s weight against him.

💚 — I feel like sleeping at night he switches regularly between “literally the thinnest blanket is a constricting prison” to “this weighted blanket isn’t enough I need to be buried alive”

💚 — So you can only cuddle with him on touch-positive days, but N’s fallen into a good rhythm with you and is very communicative of where his boundaries are at at any given time.

💚 — Pokemon have no concept of sexuality, and no social constructs that dedicate one sexuality as more “acceptable” than the other, so neither does he. Not that he’s the biggest PDA person on earth, but he’s not at all nervous about you two openly being together. Yeah we gay, keep scrolling

💚 — If he’s in the mood for contact while you guys are out and about it’ll usually be while you’re sitting, he likes leaning against you and resting his head on your shoulder. I would say that would make the perfect date, taking him on the ferris wheel on a touch-positive day, but who am I kidding, he’d be too fascinated to rest with you then.

💚 — As one could guess by looking at him, he’s LIGHT. You could pick him up and sling him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, provided you are tall enough to support all his lankiness.

💚 — You can play with his hair if you want, he’ll undo his ponytail for you, but I can’t imagine it’s actually all that soft. Probably pretty coarse and tangled to be honest, given his upbringing, tending to his hair was never a prerogative. If you can’t stand it being a Rattata’s nest, though, he’ll rather contentedly let you brush it—through he might twitch or squirm a bit, just because the feeling of the brush going through his hair is NOT something he’s used to.

💚 — He spooks you from time to time on his touch-negative days, because you can roll over in bed at any given time and find him just. Staring at you. It’s a stare of pure love, but his eyes do have a kind of naturally vacant look that’s startling at first. Baby you have the haunting thousand-yard-stare of a possessed victorian child

💚 — When he is in the mood for cuddles, he really likes them at night before bed. Specifically right after you shower, because he loves the smell of your shampoo still lingering on your hair. It’s just so completely… you. And he loves that.

💚 — Fall asleep cuddling him and he will become a limp corpse though. An actual ragdoll. Don’t toss and turn too hard or you’ll break him. He’s fragile. And by that I mean if you roll over onto one of his arms he will be stuck there.

💚 — He’ll also chatter on endlessly if you let him, but unlike the sandwich man above, he can be a little harder to understand because he both talks super fast and lays out his words the same as he does his thoughts, which are hard for people other than him to understand. But he knows this, and he’s just happy that you listen, even if you don’t get all of it. And he’s happy to be able to talk, to be heard, to just… say things and not have them carry the weight of the world when he does. Normal conversation is a beautiful treat to him. Oftentimes he’ll talk himself right to sleep, but between being in your arms and getting to speak his mind on all these simple things, he sleeps really easy when he does drift off.

#pokemon x reader #n x reader #n harmonia x reader #pokemon n x reader #arven x reader #arven x male reader #n x male reader #1️⃣

[silver-itallics]

Last Light

Warnings: canon typical violence, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, you guys will be mad at me

a/n: I was thinking about when Leigh mentioned in the saw commentary that someone wrote a monologue from Lawrence's point of view after leaving the bathroom and I wanted to write one for Adam

"I'm a liar?"

"I wouldn't lie to you."

Liar, lies. Seems like either way, Adam is getting screwed over.

He sits in the dark, dingy bathroom, his eyes still struggling to adjust. His throat is raw and aching from all the screaming and crying. Not even the hardest sex could have done that to him.

God, he's really gonna die having fucked one person.

All of his relationships were mediocre, even the platonic ones. Scott treated him like shit, the guy probably hasn't even noticed that he's gone.

Has anyone?

Lawrence is someone that would be noticed, he's got a wife and kids for fucks sake.

"I've got a family too, Lawrence! I don't talk to them anymore, that's my mistake. A mistake I'd like to fix."

One of the last things he remembers at the apartment is scribbling "Call mom?" On a crumpled post it and sticking it to the wall. The paper has probably fallen down by now. Forgotten.

Are his parents even looking for him?

Probably not. They probably haven't noticed either.

Everything that Adam does ends up screwing him in the end, just like this. But he can't really blame anyone but himself, can he? Not even $200 was worth being stuck in this bathroom. Doesn't even soften the fact that he'll probably be here forever.

The money was meant to go for his food. Not a camera, not developing fluid, not even that shiny new pokemon game Adam wanted. Food.

A necessity he barely even had.

"Why? Call it my need to eat."

He remembers snapping at Lawrence like it was the most obvious answer. But food is a luxury even Adam can't afford. The guy lives off of ramen noodles and sodas from the gas station. Sometimes he even wonders why he never gained any weight since he ate such shit.

His mom was never the greatest cook, but he'd take soggy meatloaf and unseasoned mashed potatoes any day.

At the thought, Adam's stomach rumbles. His guts ache from hunger, but he's not a stranger to it. That's usually how his day goes.

He can't even blame Jigsaw for trapping him here. But in all honesty, Adam has done so much self sabotaging, that he's probably done worse to himself than the man that left him here.

He's felt worse betrayal than when the dead man stood up, peeled the fake skin off his skull and left him here.

"Game over!"

Dead man. Adam squints in the darkness, trying to make out Zep's corpse. He's not even sure why. The first time he saw a dead body, or what he thought was one, he puked his guts out into the tub. Couldn't even keep down his latest meal.

He'll probably starve even quicker now.

The room smells like blood, and his fingers are sticky from the same substance. Not only is he a voyeur, he's a killer. Maybe his last girlfriend was right: he's too angry.

Adam isn't very good at anatomy, at least the human side of it. But he knows he broke through layers of skin and bone when he'd crushed through the hospital orderly's skull.

"It's the rules!"

Knowing now, he feels guilty. Awful, even. Guy probably had a family too, even if he was a bit of a creep. Where do you draw the line of deserving a family? What's so bad that you no longer are worthy of someone related by blood? Adam's probably the worst person to ask that.

He'd stormed out on his parents after a petty argument, an excuse to leave. One that he'd been wanting to have since he was seventeen. Somehow, he'd convinced himself that they wouldn't accept him, even if they let him drop out of high school and didn't even call the cops when he left. But was that tolerance or pure disinterest?

Maybe he's not a total waste of time, since his mom had called not long before he got his power knocked out the same way he was.

"Adam, your father's not angry anymore."

Lawrence had a home, a family. A good one, too. The pictures he saw of Diana and Alison made him crack a smile. At least before the one with them tied up. He shivers, probably both from disgust and blood loss.

His shoulder aches, oozing blood all over his shitty thrift store clothes. Adam understands why Doctor Gordon left. He has some place to go, people to welcome him home with open arms. Most places Adam went, he wasn't even noticed.

He kicks with his right foot in anger, the chain rattling as he does. The metal bites into his skin and the amount of pain he's in is just frustrating at this point. Adam screams, but his voice is raw and broken.

As much as he hopes the doctor will come back for him, at least he has half the brain to know that Lawrence probably won't make it. The man that he's had the first physical touch from in months is probably bleeding out in the sewers, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He doesn't even have a choice to cut off his foot like the doctor did. Sure, the blood loss will probably kill him, but Adam is sick of waiting around for something to happen. A job to drop, a phone call.

But he can't even do that.

The hacksaw he found in the toilet had snapped in half. A result of his ever consuming anger. Seems like everything he does leads back to that.

"I see a strange mix of someone who's angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic."

If Adam isn't angry at the world, he's angry with himself. He feels like a waste of space on the good days and a tumor on the face of the earth on the bad ones. At least with photography he felt like he had a purpose, even if it was supplying creeps and weirdos with material. He wasn't really helping anyone, was he? Even Tapp ended up dead.

But Lawrence helps people. Even if he thought the guy was initially a jerk, Adam admires him. Misses the man's blood stained hands as he cupped his cheeks.

"I wanted to be a vet."

That way, he'd benefit the world somehow. Even if he was pulling tennis balls out of dogs' throats or cleaning up puke every day. He'd much rather smell vomit, as he's getting quite sick of the coppery scent of blood.

"That's nonsense. I've seen kids with brain cancer graduate high school from a hospital bed."

"They got further than I ever did."

Adam has been pretty able bodied his whole life. While he'd consider it a nuisance that his body doesn't match up with his own view of himself, that's not a disability.

Maybe his parents wouldn't even mind, maybe they'd help him with the cost of surgery and injections. But he hadn't even told them. His parents barely know who he is. Adam barely knows himself.

"What do voyeurs see when they look in the mirror?"

Nothing. The answer is nothing.

He's like a leech, sucking the energy and luck out of everyone around him.

Now he's left to sit in his own grave- metaphorically and literally. He probably won't even have the luxury of being buried or cremated.

Hopefully someone will come around and put him out of his misery. Like a calf with two heads or a dog with rabies.

But until then, he's left to wait.

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #chainshipping #saw 2004 #sawposting #angst #saw #writing #leigh whannell

[aether-bun]

Hey, not sure if you’re doing the whole ‘Emoji Anons’ thing, but if ya are, I’d like to claim 🐉 Anon. Anyways, on with the request.

Could I get a platonic comfort for Pokémon Kieran with a reader who is like a really strong Pokémon Trainer and like his older sibling? Like, the reader is Champion level strong. Maybe the Champion of the Alola region? They recently heard from Carmine (since Kieran canonically doesn’t have a phone.) about what happened at Kitakami and how Kieran is extremely upset, so the reader goes to visit Kieran at Blueberry Academy to try and cheer him up. Because honestly, this kid needs a hug, badly.

You can ignore if ya want, but this is just a thought.

-🐉 Anon

The Boy Who Felt He Couldn't

Shadow (noun):

"A shaded or darker portion; an imperfect and faint representation."

❗: Reader is not referred to with any gendered terms, but is the eldest sibling of Carmine and Kieran. This fic is purely platonic and takes place after the Teal Mask DLC for Pokemon Scarlet/Violet.

[author's note at the end!]

Alola was a temperate, calm, and quite scenic region. It held diverse pokemon, beautiful agriculture, and best of all, it had one of the strongest champions in the world.

That was you. Quite modestly, you never really used that knowledge for your own gain, but on Alola you didn't need to. Mind, you lived there, so eventually over time the people grew to treat you normally again. This settlement meant you weren't forced to be a beacon - You could just be you.

Paldea did not offer this luxury.

Home to ancient ruins and terrifying legends, Paldea was a region of freedom, to an extent. It had every landscape a student could dream of, it had deserts adjacent to snowy hills with springs and forestry between. It was beautiful.

This beauty was very hard to see over the heads of the giant bustling crowd that had apparently come to see you. You didn't know how they knew you'd be there, but oh boy, apparently word got around.

You shook hands, signed pokeballs, and went over the usual speech of how great it was to see your supporters, before managing to shimmy your way out of the hustle and bustle of the aspiring trainers, reporters, and fans.

Unfortunately, you weren't there for any sightseeing or meetups, though you did make a mental note to at least book a tour of the region later. Right now, you were here for family.

Specifically, a little boy named Kieran. Your younger brother. According to your sister Carmine, he'd been incredibly upset, and if her story was true, you could honestly understand why.

It wasn't every day that the ancient pokemon that travelled with your bloodline for generations rejected you for some new star student. You figured you'd be pretty upset too, if you were him.

Kieran was unfortunately cursed with misfortune. Every time he tried to help himself to his goals, it always somehow managed to backfire. His Pokemon journey was not unlike the start of your own, but it was much worse than yours.

You knocked cautiously on his door. It was quiet. A small note on the door had the words 'KEEP OUT', but the writing had smudged, and there were blots of tears causing the ink to bleed. You could make it out, though. It hurt your heart.

"Kieran? C'mon, buddy, it's me.." You tried, cautious.

Immediately you heard rapid footsteps. The lock fidgeted wildly, until finally the door snapped open, revealing the disbelieving face of your brother. He looked at you for a long moment, eyes wide in disbelief.

"...[Y/N]?"

"Hey kid. I'm so sor–"

Kieran's arms were around you instantly, and he was squeezing you as tight as he could. You could hear his breaths stuttering, you could feel him trying not to stain your shirt with tears, so you simply readjusted, kneeling down and swallowing his shaking body in a warm embrace.

He sniffled into your shoulder, and you gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry everything went so badly for you, Kieran." You said, soft, hoping to introduce the subject in a way that wouldn't antagonise him (something your sister was not very good at), and judging by the way he leaned into you further, you figured it was working.

-•-•-•-

Eventually, after many minutes of angry exclamations and scrambled words, Kieran calmed down. It was a process, getting him to breathe and recenter, but he always felt calmer with you, so the process wasn't too long. Not that you minded.

Kieran retold his story; His struggles with his own frustration, his exasperation towards Ogerpon's continuous dismissal, and he even admitted his own faults with his lashing out and sabotage attempts.

It felt easier to talk about these things with you. You never sighed and waved him off, never chalked any of his problems up to being a fault of his own. You listened. You spoke when he wanted you to, and you eased him into some advice that he tried to then take on for himself. This time was no different.

"Why did you feel the need to fight them, Kieran?" Your voice was still calm.

"I just...I tried everything to make Ogerpon feel welcomed! I catered to her needs, I did what ever I could to make her like me and nothing worked! I was so...so..."

"...Jealous?"

Kieran's silence meant he knew the answer was yes. You pursed your lips and sighed.

"Did you apologise?"

Again, he was silent. You were almost about to lecture him on the importance of admitting his faults, but then he managed to force out a small admission.

"I did." His tone was off, but you tried not to think too much of it.

You smiled sadly at him, bringing him close to lean on your shoulder. "I'm glad you said something, at least." You felt him tense a little, which unnerved you.

Then, in an effort to relax him, you noticed the way his hair looked.

"What's with this, huh? You never have your hair up..."

Kieran huffed. He didn't even appear to hear you through his own mental train of thought.

"I need to show that Trainer I can do more than just lose."

This made you stop and look at him. What?

"Kieran..."

"I need to show them I'm capable of winning. That I can be the star, too."

You frowned. This wasn't good.

"Kieran."

"You don't get it!" He snapped, shoulders tense as you fell quiet. "Ever since you started your journey, you've had good pokemon, good people! You're one of the strongest trainers in the world! No one treats you like a kid!

I need to show everyone that I'm able to be strong. Stronger than them. Stronger than anyone they've ever seen! Stronger than you!"

His voice cracked and broke. He looked so...angry. You couldn't let this go on.

"Kieran." You put a hand on his, and he seemed to come back to reality. He looked at you with wide, remorseful eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.

"I-I'm...I'm sorry." Kieran mumbled, looking back down at his lap.

You knew where an attitude like that often lead people. It lead some of your friends down windy, dangerous roads. It created villains out of pure, innocent people. It created evil.

You very quickly decided you wouldn't let that happen to your baby brother.

Taking his hand again, you squeezed it. He looked up at you and met your worried eyes with poorly hidden fear.

"[Y/N]...?"

"Kieran...Your resolve is very important. Your will to do the right thing has always been one of my favourite parts about you. Your love for pokemon, your justice, it's all so important to me," You said. He looked away again, so you gently nudged him, and he very barely met your gaze again.

"I will not stand by and watch you tear yourself up. I don't want you going down a path you can't come back from."

"[Y/N]...I-"

"It's okay. I'm not going to make it a big deal. But...I am taking you to therapy." You chuckled, though you weren't joking. Kieran seemed to immediately deflate.

"It's not because you're messed up, or wrong, so don't you dare think that," You said, catching onto his thought process. "It's to help you regulate your emotions. I can be there with you, if you want me to, but I want you to try it out at least."

There was a long pause between you. You were still holding his hand, though your grip had eased enough for him to let go if he wanted to. He didn't.

After an eternity of silence, he slowly nodded. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little at him. "Thank you, Kieran." You said, watching him try to smile back a little. He was so tired. You stayed with him the rest of the afternoon, and at some point, he'd fallen asleep. The bags under his eyes suggested he hadn't slept enough recently, so you managed to get yourself comfortable and let him rest.

The process of undoing all of his emotional issues would take a very long time. It would be strenuous and taxing and he'd reach times where he felt it wasn't worth it.

But every Thursday, after he'd finished his sessions with a lovely therapist you happened to know in the region, you'd give him a signature bear hug, and you'd talk about whatever was on your minds.

Eventually, you did have to go back home to Alola, but when you left, you made sure he was in good hands. You made sure Carmine was aware of how to go about talking to him. You made sure he had people he could fall back on.

Even when you weren't there, you made sure he knew you were still around if he needed you. You gave him a Rotom Phone of his own, one that he positively beamed at from the patterns on the case, and made sure he knew to call you whenever he felt like it.

Every Thursday, he was reminded that you were there.

Every Monday, you called him and checked in.

And after a while, he realised something very elating: That with you and Carmine and his new friends he'd managed to make, it was going to be okay for him now.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Full disclosure, I never actually got around to playing the new DLCs, but as an older brother myself, watching a playthrough of it made me so sad for this little kid man :(

🐉Anon thank you SO MUCH for this request!!!! This is officially the first request I've done and I'd like to think I did a fairly good job on it! I'd like to think the endgame for this fic would be that we don't have to worry about the threat of Kieran entering a Syndrome arc sobs

Leave your requests in my inbox!! Thank you for reading, and ciao for now ♡

#pokemon #my fic #platonic x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon the teal mask #teal mask

[your-dearest-sunshine]

Helllooo there!! I wanna rq a ingo & Emmett with a s/o who has a legendary? like any legendary (victini, dialga, palkia, articuno etc..) idrc what legendary I just want s/o to be very op :D

Ingo and Emmet x Champion!Reader w/ a Legendary

thank you for your patience mikki!! i love making the reader character OP so i’ll take every opportunity to do so…so in that case you now have a mega evolving legendary AND you’re the champion of a region :D (if anyone says that diancie is a mythical and not a legendary, i’ll go off istg) also, by writing this, i fell in love with diancie so tysm for making me appreciate a new pokemon!!

word count: ~1.3k for Ingo, ~1.6k for Emmet

//

Ingo ▲

Ingo wasn’t expecting an invitation to the Pokémon World Tournament. Usually only gym leaders were invited, but he received a notice with his name on it all the same.

Turns out, Roxie had an amazing opportunity to play a gig in Galar, so she had to pull out of her spot and they needed a replacement. While they couldn’t find another poison-type specialist, Ingo had a Garbodor. Apparently that was good enough for the tournament’s board.

Looking at the bracket, Ingo recognized many of the names: Marlon, Cheren, Lenora…but there was a name that stood out. It was the name of the trainer he’d be facing in the first round.

The name bounced around his head, never landing on a face or a title. He didn’t have the opportunity to search the internet to find out who it was because his team was prodding him, anxious to battle.

Before he knew it, Ingo was walking onto the stage, surrounded by screaming fans.

He was a Unovan native, and the proximity between Driftveil and Nimbasa meant he was very well known here. The crowd cheered him on during his entrance.

But the crowd deafened him for yours.

There you stood across from him, the lights shimmering around your form. A steely frown sat on your face, eyes unwavering from his. It was as if you were trying to intimidate him.

It was working.

Of course, how could he forget your name? You were the infamous Champion of Kalos, the one who breezed through the region in two weeks. You had flown through all eight gyms in twelve days, taking a day’s rest before fighting the Elite Four and Champion back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back.

Turns out, you trained for years before ascending to Champion’s status. You were an Ekans lying in the grass, waiting for the perfect time to snap.

And so, the second you pulled out Diancie, the famed bejeweled legendary, Ingo knew this would be difficult.

Fairy types weren’t common in Unova, but Ingo was smart enough to know that Poison was super effective against it. He summoned Garbodor from its capsule, thinking he could get the upper hand.

However, after seeing Diancie Mega Evolve, Ingo knew he was mistaken.

Diancie ended the battle in three turns—one attack for each of his Pokémon. He didn’t stand a chance.

When Ingo tried to approach you in the center of the field to congratulate you, you just gave a simple nod at him and walked away. He was so busy staring at your legendary that he didn’t notice that your expression hadn’t changed. You looked practically emotionless.

Ingo ended up staying the rest of the tournament despite his epic crash-and-burn in the first round. You won the tournament soundly.

Now that he thought of it, he doesn’t know if he saw you use a single Pokémon other than Diancie. She was just that strong.

He wanted to approach you and ask about your team and how you trained them to take Kalos by storm, but there was so much commotion afterwards around your presence that he didn't bother.

Was he disappointed he didn't get to speak to you? Yes, but you were a revered Champion. Trainers like you don’t bother with people like him.

He should consider himself lucky to even have battled you—especially since it was under such odd circumstances.

As Ingo walked across Driftveil Drawbridge back to Nimbasa, he heard the shuffling of footsteps behind him.

“Diancie, please wait—!”

Ingo turned around to see you and Diancie running at him. Well, in all honesty, Diancie levitated quickly in his direction and pulled you along.

From the looks of it, you seemed to have no say in this action.

Upon reaching him, Diancie released your sleeve and spun behind Ingo. Her small hands then shoved him forward with a surprising amount of strength.

He’s sent stumbling into you, hands gripping your shoulder while yours found the fabric of his coat in an attempt to stay upright.

“Ah, dear Champion! I give you my sincerest apologies. Are you alright?”

Ingo’s silver eyes landed on your flustered expression. Your mouth quivered in embarrassment and you struggled to form a sentence.

“I, umm…I tried, well—Diancie, she, I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry!”

You released Ingo and stepped back. Heat flowed through your cheeks, completely embarrassed at the situation.

After hearing a soft cry from Diancie, you whip your head towards your legendary Pokémon. She’s holding onto Ingo’s arm and trying to tug him closer to you. You feel mortified.

“Diancie, what are you doing?”

You hissed the words through your teeth, but Diancie paid no mind to your scolding. Instead, she grinned at you brightly.

‘Trainer, look at this one! He’s perfect for you, trust me!’

Sometimes you loved Diancie’s telepathy, sometimes you didn’t. This was the latter.

Diancie had tried to set you up on dates in the past, but you were never good with people. Every one of these interactions left you red and flustered.

“Do not worry over this, Champion. I am very grateful to be in the presence of you and such a powerful and illustrious Pokémon.”

You nearly do a double take. How long has it been since someone put up with your stammering? Put up with your lack of charisma?

“Oh…I, well…”

“I am also very glad you came here. I was intimidated by your silence before, and then I didn’t get the opportunity to speak with you.”

Diancie laughed at Ingo’s words and your stomach successfully performed a summersault.

‘Intimidating? You’re mistaken, Subway Boss Ingo! My trainer here just isn’t as good at talking as they are at battling.’

Ingo should’ve questioned the fact that Diancie was speaking to him in his head, but he didn’t. There were always rumors that legendaries had abilities like this, and Ingo didn’t want to scare you both away by asking needless questions.

“You…run the Battle Subway in Nimbasa, right?”

You struggled to make eye contact with Ingo while speaking, but it was your only way to get him focused on you again. You could tell Diancie spoke to him, but you couldn’t hear what she said.

Surprised at your knowledge, Ingo stiffened and grabbed his cap.

“Ah, yes! My twin brother and I are the engines of Nimbasa’s Battle Subway. I am shocked someone of your stature knows about it and us.”

Your arms wrapped around your stomach and your eyes landed on Diancie, your beloved Pokémon brought you comfort. It was hard to make conversation with someone so attractive.

“I…I really love all the world’s battle facilities. I, um, I grew up in Kalos’ Kiloude’s city—”

“That’s where the Battle Maison is!”

Excitement filled your chest and you stared Ingo right in the eyes.

“Yes! Yes it is!”

You lit up at Ingo’s recognition. The Battle Maison wasn’t one of the world’s most well-known battle facilities like Sinnoh’s Battle Tower or Hoenn’s Battle Frontier. It felt amazing to be noticed.

“It would be an honor to have you battle in our subway, dear Champion.”

Your and Ingo’s hands are swept up by Diancie like a child between two parents. The Pokémon then pulled you and the Subway Boss towards Nimbasa City.

‘What are we waiting for? To the Battle Subway we go!’

Ingo wanted to tell you that Diancie is actually banned from participating in the battles at the subway, but your brilliant smile made him forget.

You looked much more relaxed now then you did at the tournament, and Ingo relaxes beside you.

People tended to judge your abilities as Champion after having a conversation with you, but you felt none of that criticism from Ingo.

Okay, maybe Diancie was right about this one…

Emmet ▽

Team Plasma was worse this time around.

Two years ago, when they spread their word through speeches and rarely acted with outward violence, it was easy to counteract them.

But now, things were not so easy.

This time, they were not held back by the members who truly cared about Pokémon, they did not hide behind a false and kind façade, and they did not follow a victimized and manipulated king.

Without their shackles, the rejuvenated Team Plasma pillaged and stole wherever they saw fit. They were feared across the region, and nobody knew where they would strike next.

Under Alder, the previous Champion, Emmet, Ingo, and countless other prevalent trainers in Unova were collected to form a coalition against Team Plasma.

But Plasma’s unpredictability allowed them to continuously slip through the cracks of the region.

Every day, their grunts grew stronger alongside the Seven Sages, who always seemed to have an escape plan. Even if someone on the Anti Plasma Coalition had anyone backed into a corner, the Shadow Triad was there to save them. Without Brycen’s expertise, they were impossible to see and track.

As much as Emmet tried to help, he was tied to Nimbasa City with his brother and Elesa. The other gym leaders had their responsibilities too. So, despite Alder’s efforts of uniting Unova’s strongest trainers, there was no result.

But then Team Plasma’s Frigate escaped Driftveil’s harbor, and Alder knew he had to call in backup.

Emmet was excited when Alder personally reached out to him to assign him to watch Opelucid City. Alder had explained that he believed Plasma was looking for the DNA Splicers and that he wanted a few extra trainers in the vicinity in case anything went awry.

While Emmet was eventually informed that he was chosen only because he wasn’t a gym leader and that Ingo could run Gear Station by himself, he was a little saddened. But, nevertheless, Emmet traveled to Opelucid.

Emmet was asked to patrol the city and keep an eye out for anything odd. He had Archeops in the sky and Eelektross by his side.

While Emmet could admire the mix of old and new skyscrapers of the city, he still couldn't help but think how much he missed Nimbasa.

Then, storms of Team Plasma grunts started marching out of side-streets in droves. From all directions, people clad in black with Pokémon by their side swarmed the center street.

Simultaneously, Emmet heard the deafening squawk of Archeops. Her voice carried clear through the chaos, making Emmet’s eyes turn to the sky.

A very familiar airship loomed in the distance, approaching the city at an alarming rate. It was Plasma’s Frigate again.

There were two events that needed his attention: Plasma’s oncoming airship and their marching wave of grunts. Emmet could only choose one. Without his twin by his side, Emmet started to stall.

Eelektross moved late, due to a lack of a command from his trainer, but still managed to shield Emmet from the oncoming sludge bomb from an opposing Garbodor. Emmet hadn’t even seen it coming.

Luckily, Eelektross didn't need to take a hit at all.

Within the time it took Emmet to blink, two floating figures stood between the sea of Plasma grunts and Eelektross. A shield of purple wavy light shimmered when hit by the sludge, but the attack fizzled out uselessly afterwards.

“You’re lucky we showed up when we did, or your partner would’ve been decommissioned before the battle even started.”

Emmet’s attention was dragged to the two levitating figures in front of him.

One of them was a lavender and orchid shaded Pokémon with deadly red eyes. Emmet was taken aback by how soulless they looked. It looked like a Pokémon he knew, but not quite.

Next to it, surrounded in an aura of pale pink, floated you.

Suddenly everything clicked.

Was Emmet informed that there would be another trainer in the city with him as backup sent by Alder? Yes, yes he was.

Was he informed that the backup trainer would be you, the acclaimed Champion of Kanto? No, no he was not.

“I am Emmet, one of the Bosses of Nimbasa Subway. And you are the Champion of Ka—“

“This is no time for conversation! Mewtwo, psystrike!”

Your voice cut him off before you ordered your legendary to summon pulsing energy into its palms.

Mewtwo sent his signature attack towards the swarm of grunts without remorse, carving the group down the middle like the Mauville Sea.

The explosion that followed deafened his ears, and the scared screams of the villains pierced his brain. You and your partner didn’t even waver.

There had been countless rumors over the past decade about Mewtwo’s existence and nature. After being mistreated by the scientists who created it, Mewtwo is said to have the most savage heart of all Pokémon.

And, from what he has just seen, Emmet doesn’t find it within himself to outwardly oppose that sentiment.

“You handle this crowd here, Emmet. We’ll take the airship.”

Mewtwo and you flew off towards the Frigate at breakneck pace, the path you took through the clouds is the only remnant of you Emmet is left with.

Revitalized by your powerful presence, Emmet unleashed all four of his partners on the oncoming Plasma grunts.

Halfway through the grunts, Emmet eventually realized that he wasn’t alone.

Five Pokémon autonomously fought Plasma grunt after Plasma grunt. They worked side by side with his own team.

A Venusaur took hits and healed itself back up time after time, providing support to a nearby Ninetales who held back any rogue trainers with flamethrower.

Then, back to back, a Kabutops and Nidoking slashed and swiped anyone in their way. They moved in sync and took everything down in one hit. Nothing more, nothing less.

And, only because he was trained to see it, Emmet saw a Jolteon who flashed through the field, sparking enemies left, right, and center. Emmet even saw it nuzzle his Eelektross and Galvantula to give itself a boost before it headed back out into the wave of Team Plasma.

Other than him, there was no trainer in sight. They all acted on sheer instinct. Emmet was smart enough to put together who they belonged to.

A siren pulsated through the air and all of Team Plasma turned tail and retreated. While Emmet could have pursued them, his goal was to protect Drayden and the DNA splicers, not follow Team Plasma.

In a moment of respite, Emmet started to treat his Pokémon with potions and snacks. However, before he knew it, the Subway Boss was feeding nine Pokémon, yours included.

“How did it go, Emmet?”

Emmet nearly jumped out of his shoes at the sound of your voice behind him. You watched him with careful, but kind, eyes as he was caught red-handed hugging your Kabutops.

“Hello, Champion! It is nice to see you again. Team Plasma was not a problem. Your Pokémon were verrrry helpful as well.”

You moved close to Emmet, grabbing his hands without words and positioning them on Kabutops in the places you know he liked to be petted. Kabutops sharpened his scythes together in glee.

As you situated Emmet with your fossil, Emmet’s fossil Pokémon perches on your shoulders. Archeops rubbed her cheeks against the top of your head. She let out a hum of content when you reached up and scratched under her chin.

After he noticed a few of Archeops’ feathers become dislodged from her wings and land in your hair, Emmet grinned even brighter than normal. You looked radiant, and he couldn’t help but notice how comfortable his Pokémon already were in your presence.

Your forwardness with contact before spurred Emmet onward as he stepped up to you. His fingers reached to untangle the colorful feathers.

‘Get your hands off my trainer.’

Emmet was stunned by two things. 

One, your Mewtwo, now back in its original state, spoke to him in his mind. 

And two, your Mewtwo threatened him. 

The Pokémon’s tone was generally neutral, but it was clipped with a small amount of malice.

However, Mewtwo didn’t know Emmet never backed away from a challenge.

“Well, Mewtwo, your trainer here seems to be enjoying it.”

You acted quickly after you noticed the way Mewtwo started to snarl. You scooped up Emmet’s hands into your own and held them in front of you while you maneuvered in between your legendary Pokémon and the Subway Boss.

“Please don’t provoke him, Emmet! Nothing good will come of it.”

Mewtwo gripped your shoulders and pulled you back from Emmet’s grasp.

‘We do not know who you are. Stay away from my trainer.’

You strained a laugh. Mewtwo took a long time to trust you and your team, so you are not surprised to see that he doesn’t trust Emmet.

However, Mewtwo was right. You didn’t know Emmet, but you would really like to.

“If you would like to see more of me, please visit the Nimbasa Battle Subway! I would be verrrry happy to see you and your team there.”

“We’ll take you up on that, thanks!”

Everyone on your team made noises of happiness, except Mewtwo of course.

‘I will crush you in your small, metal tube.’

Emmet laughed mockingly, smile becoming sharp as his eyes narrowed at your legendary.

“Funnily enough, you cannot! Legendaries are banned from Subway. So I’ll be seeing your lovely little trainer here all alone.”

The mega stone on your wrist warmed with Mewtwo’s growing anger and desire to fight.

Yeah, this relationship is going to be a work in progress…

//

y’all idk why but i started writing this in the past tense and once i realized it i was too far gone omg present tense my beloved i’m sorry i betrayed you this was so difficult for me. this is totally not beta read so if you see any mistakes, pls ignore them for my sanity. anyways, hope you liked it!! <33

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #mewtwo #diancie #submas #x reader #emmet #ingo #pokemon submas #submas x reader

[seecarrun]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Aww this is so fun! Let’s see here… we’ll do just my It/reddie fics for this one, but if anyone wants a pokemon list, let me know!

1. Pants on Fire - The ‘Richie ends up in a Liar Liar situation’ fic. This one is still my favorite. So much fun to write!

"My name is Richard Tozier," he said to his reflection. Easy. So far, so good. "I was born on March seventh, nineteen seventy-six." Also good. Nice. Okay, now for the kicker... "I am six foot fff–" He blinked. The words stuck awkwardly in his throat. "I am six foot ffff–!" He stared into his eyes through the mirror as he watched them fill with dread.

"I am six foot ffff–ucking two!" he cried. In his reflection, his eyes widened comically. Oh, this was bad. Something was wrong, something was so, so wrong.

2. Turning and Returning - Richie and Eddie get paired with each other during a middle school dancing PE unit. :’)

Ben had gotten the idea in his head that the ballroom dances are like, the most romantic or whatever; so hopefully if Richie has to watch someone fucking waltzing elegantly around with Eddie all week, it'll—

"Kaspbrak, Tozier. You two."

Richie blinks, snapping out of his head. "Huh? Us two what?" he asks.

Coach Black looks up from his clipboard, unimpressed, and uses his pen to point between Richie and Eddie. "You two are partners," he clarifies casually, like he isn't completely upending Richie's entire fucking life. Fuck.

3. Cooking Up Trouble - Richie gives Eddie cooking lessons to help him survive after his divorce. This one has pretty artwork, too!

Richie, for whatever reason, was more than willing to drop everything and fly out to New York that very weekend, despite Eddie's insistence that it really, really wasn't necessary.

"It's just a cooking lesson, Rich," he urged, exasperated yet fond. "Easily completed over the phone."

"Not the way I do it, Eds," Richie said with a grin and a wink over FaceTime. "The Richie Tozier culinary experience is hands-on only, baby."

4. A Gentle Nudge - Bev and Eddie bonding!

His eyes were still big, even bigger than usual, and the leg she wasn't touching bounced nervously. "I'm not in love with you," he repeated, finally looking over at Bev. "I've never been in love with you."

"Wow, kick a girl while she's down," she quipped.

Eddie rolled his eyes and snorted. "Oh, shut up," he snapped. "Focus, Bev. I'm having a revelation, here."

5. Hung Up on You - Short and sweet. Middle age idiots acting like middle schoolers.

A few of the Losers make delighted and wistful noises at the idea, to Eddie's continued mortification, and before he knows it, his phone is being thrust into his hands, and six pairs of eyes are staring him down.

He blinks up at them stupidly. "He's—He's at a party!" he cries. "He's not even gonna answer!"

"He will if it's you." Mike grins. Eddie hates that he knows he's right.

#car’s fanfiction #reddie #it 2017 #it 2019 #losers club

[jiracheer]

Heyy! If you write for raihan (idk if u do I’m sorry) but may I req a raihan x reader (fem if u want with a overprotective Glaceon they grew up with?

authors note ; i do write for raihan <3 i love the idea of this omg thank u sm for sending in a request!! <3 i hope ur okay that i did hcs since i was havin a bit of a hard time writing what i wanted to put down </3

new year, new layout. hopefully y'all like it >:)

tags ; gender neutral reader / established pkmn (glaceon) / gen n humor / no beta we die like men

wc ; 948

❄️you've had your glaceon since it was an egg. it was gifted to you on your 5th birthday with the promise of it being your life-long partner

❄️so once you were old enough to explore the world, your now newly hatched eevee was by your side through thick and thin. you both participated in whatever tournaments were happening, and even went as far as to challenge the champion at the time

❄️of course, you lost, which was a bit hard to take at the time, but that leon kid showed a lot of potential- and it helped that he quickly befriended you afterward. your eevee was rather fond of him and his team, and so were you

❄️so when leon introduced you to his other friends; sonia and raihan, you were ecstatic. you really felt like you were part of something! and your sweet eevee was able to befriend their pokemon, and of course, them as well in the process

❄️there was just... one thing that was a bit off. when eevee was ready to evolve, and you gave it the choice to evolve, it chose to become a glaceon. which you were thrilled about! raihan though? not so much

❄️he wasn't as dramatic as other dragon-type trainers who despise ice types, no it wasn't that

❄️he was upset that your glaceon basically was copying him

❄️it didn't take long for you to notice how similar his headband was to glaceon's fringe. it honestly made you laugh for a good 5 minutes

❄️and when raihan, jokingly, snapped at you for laughing at his demise? that's when your glaceon really came into touch with her cold nature

❄️it was quick to nip at his ankle with a pretty cold ice fang, causing him to jolt and shriek at the touch

❄️and from there on out, your glaceon was pretty guarded with raihan, especially when he was around you

❄️you knew that raihan didn't mean to lash out like that, it was all in fun and games- and you knew he wasn't actually upset

❄️it's just.... your glaceon didn't understand

❄️and it got worse overtime

❄️anytime raihan would get near you, glaceon would snap it's teeth at him or hit him with one of it's attacks to get him as far away from you as possible

❄️but when it came to the others; leon, kabu, gordie, hop, and whatever other male. glaceon seemed fine

❄️it just had a problem with him

❄️and it only got worse when the two of you started dating, and it especially became a problem when you moved into raihan's apartment many years later

❄️"we need to figure out this... problem. with your glaceon." raihan seemed serious, which was rare to see

❄️"maybe you two just need to bond. see where it goes from there, rai." a simple kiss to his cheek made him sigh, but he knew he had to make an effort

❄️because you were really trying your best! you've spoken to your glaceon, sought out help from sonia and professor magnolia

❄️now he had to step up to the plate

❄️so for months would raihan try to hand feed glaceon treats, only to be swiped at, or risk the possibility of getting frostbite

❄️he'd take over it's daily walks only to be dragging it around the neighborhood

❄️social media really had a blast with that one

❄️he'd take it to all of it's appointments, he'd even go as far as to try to bathe it

❄️which he'll never do again

❄️this goes on for what feels like forever, and raihan simply... gives up

❄️he flops onto you, head nestled against your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist

❄️"I think your glaceon hates me."

❄️a soft coo sounded from you, your hand found his back and rubbed it. "you're making progress babe... you are."

❄️all he could do is sigh and express his woes to you, confessing to you that he wants to get along with your glaceon for the sake of your relationship. he loves you, and he loves you deeply, and he can't imagine anyone else that he'd rather spend his life with

❄️his words warm your heart and makes you kiss him, bringing him closer to you if possible

❄️raihan leans into your touch and sighs, mumbling how maybe he can ask his fans for advice- but he shudders at the idea. yeah no, he isn't doing that. that'll ruin his reputation

❄️just as he's about to push himself off of you, he feels pressure on his back. he thinks it's your hand but he holds his breath when he feels a familiar brush of cold air against the back of his neck

❄️you're just as quiet, also holding in your breath as you witness your glaceon pad over raihan's back to prop itself on his head to look at you, a soft cry sounding from it

❄️it was hungry

❄️you and raihan exchanged looks before you questioned your partner pokemon

❄️"are you... hungry?"

❄️a sound of agreement

❄️"then let's go eat dinner." raihan is who speaks next and he half expects a sound of disagreement from the ice type, but it never comes. instead, it jumps off of him to patiently sit on the floor, tail waving in the air

❄️you're just sitting there, baffled. raihan can't help but be just as surprised

❄️"see? I told you you're making progress."

❄️a sigh rings deep from dragon-type leader's chest, but a toothy smile appears on his face. you were right. he was making progress, and hopefully soon it'll blossom into a good relationship with the pokemon

❄️because he wanted to take your relationship to the next level, and he wanted glaceon's approval

#. ⭐ fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan x reader #pokemon swsh x reader

[leggerefiore]

cw: April Fools drabble

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

Galactic HQ was easier to get into than you would have liked to admit.

Granted, Cyrus probably did not really have the idea of anyone intruding on his mind. You were not really sure what he had on his mind lately, truthfully.

The blue wig on your head sat carefully positioned, as the odd space age uniform was surprisingly light. The inside of the building was not completely unknown to you, but it had been a while since you had visited here. You had not exactly been here in your current situation either. Disguising yourself as a Galactic Grunt had not exactly been on your mind this morning. It had suddenly stricken you in a moment of boredom upon realising the day. You could only wonder how far you would make it around here before getting caught, though.

It was easy to find what tasks were most needed and quickly blend into doing them. Two of the commanders even passed you by without noticing a thing. Though, hearing Mars gushing about your boyfriend was admittedly not a preferred thing. You sighed as you helped move some boxes around for scientists. Just what was all this? You thought Galactic was a power company. Cyrus probably had other projects at work, but everything seemed oddly… biological. The green fluid within a tube sent your imagination into a spiral.

A single step snapped your attention from it. Cyrus had entered the hall. His gaze was on you for but a moment, as he turned his attention to scientists speaking in hushed voices further away. He certainly carried a different air here than what you were used to seeing. Your disguise must have been a lot better than you thought, seeing as he did not even hold a lingering suspicious glance at you. His stride was careful while clearing the hall, yet he stopped to spare you another glance.

“Leave,” his voice was harsh and cold. It felt completely than what you normally heard. For a moment, you wondered if he had figured you out and was upset. “Your task here is done. See your commander for a new one,” he continued. You felt odd as you turned to him. Something gave you both a pause as your eyes met his. He blinked. You gave a wordless nod to begin to leave this area. Cyrus seemed wholly unsatisfied by your conduct, however. “I would prefer a vocal confirmation,” he sighed, “… What is your name?”

You froze. Speaking would entirely blow your cover. Sure, it was just to mess around, but something inside of you wanted to take it seriously. If you fled, his suspicions would only be heightened. Standing motionless, you could only wonder what reply might work. Cyrus grew ever more impatient. “You are only worsening this for yourself,” he offered. “Who is your direct commander, at least, then.”

You bit your lip. Was he not in any rush? This was more intense than it truly should be. You shared a bed with this man. He did not usually intimidate you. A few seconds of silence passed. Just as he was about to speak again, a pokemon's cry echoed out in the hall, startling you both. From the side Cyrus had come from, a familiar black and red pokemon came running forward. Weavile let out a happy trill upon seeing its trainer. Its head bunted his leg as a loud purr came from it. Cyrus seemed to have a break in his disposition for a moment. You fought back a laugh. Did he not pet the poor feline at work? No wonder they always demanded your whole attention.

Weavile's red eyes landed on you as a cry came from it again. It tilted its head. You felt your heart jump. Shit. Your cover really would be blown. Cyrus was even intrigued by its reaction. Weavile moved on from its trainer to bunting your leg and purring. A sigh left you. Reaching a hand down to pet the pokemon, contented mrr's left it. The Galactic Boss took a step back, clearly startled.

“What are you doing here?” his voice took on a familiar cadence. It appeared you had been finally figured out. “… Why are you wearing that?”

You picked up Weavile and shrugged. “April Fools. I wanted to see how long I could stay here faking being a grunt until I got figured out,” was your explanation.

Cyrus was even more mortified than before.

You were promptly told to stop and go home.

#cyrus.ima

[lizardboyscalesmcstuffins]

I decided to make dndads pokemon team headcanons

Each character will be limited to 3 max (exceptions pending)

Daryll:

Greedent - Looks just like him, Matt said so himself. Calls it Grant. It gets confusing.

Meowth (Galar) - Scruffy just like Daryll. Evolves into Perrserker, fitting Daryll's barbarian class. Named it Aragorn on a whim and wouldn't change it even when people told him it doesn't fit.

Kangaskhan - Loving, protective parent. Inherited from Frank as the baby of his own Kangaskhan now grown up. Named it after his grandmother, Sally.

Henry:

Cradily - No brainer. Best of both interests (nature and geology). Named it Lily. Simple, sweet.

Carnivine - Thorn Whip/Entangle/Grasping Vine! Also representative of his more aggressive nature that he pushes down until he snaps. Named it simply Flower cause he wanted to associate it with nice and gentle imagery.

Trevenant - Had it since he was a boy and both lost their memories when they were transported to earth. Gifted to him by Beary to help attune him to the Doodler's eldritch nature within him by interacting with the ghost type. Made of the husk of an oak tree. Perhaps possessed by the lost soul of an Oakvale child. Can learn Will-O-Wisp, which is a good enough justification for Wall of Fire for me. He never named it.

Glenn:

Beeheeyem - Had it since it was an Elgyem, but doesn't remember catching it. He remembers getting high in the desert one night, then waking up with a new friend. He doesn't even know the species name, he just calls it Star Wars.

Rotom - Let's it chill in his amps or guitars when at home and in his vape pen when on the go. When it possesses his electric guitars it can play loud even without an amp. Calls it Lil' Dude/Lil' Man/Lil' Guy/Lil' Buddy. It responds to all.

Pikachu - of all the characters, he feels the most right to have a Pikachu. What's it's name? Nick Jr.

Glenn hasn't technically captured any of his pokemon.

Ron:

Herdier - His first pokemon that he had to give up long ago. Named Rogue.

Greavard - It found him one day.

Paeden:

Tyrogue - It's the same size as him and he found it after joining the dads. He fought it himself. Calls it his Rival.

Walter the Immoral:

Honedge - The sword that gave him his name. He never wanted a pokemon, but when the sword he crafted broke and killed that hero, it became possessed and returned to him. Has no name, and he barely refers to it. Good friends with Paeden.

Scam Likely/Well Actually/Scam Actually:

He has no set team. Every time he crosses paths with the daddies he has a different pokemon accompanying him, even if they were only separated for an hour.

Some examples of pokemon he's been seen with -

Purrloin

Sneasel (both versions)

Mew

Igglybuff

Each of the daddies' pokemon (at different occasions)

Spinarak

Murkrow

Meowth (Kanto)

Seviper

Zorua (most commonly seen)

Arin O'Neal:

Trevenant - (Lots)

Torterra - (Lots)

Willy:

Dusknoir - Uses it as a tool and nothing else. Doesn't refer to it at all, conditioned it to respond to orders only.

Darkrai - Keeps it contained and under wraps. Never tries to use it for battle or utility. He doesn't want to risk losing control, even in his dreams. He would have to be desperate to resort to using it.

Beary:

Liligant (Hisui) - Uses it as a partner for light aerobics and yoga. Calls it Lily.

Golurk - Created it himself. He considers it something of a magnum opus. Refers to it by its species name.

Dragonite - His ace up his sleeve. He lets it guard the O-Dads compounds and bases. Calls it Raymond Dio Labot.

Bill:

Slaking - His oldest pokemon. Extraordinarily powerful, but just as lazy as he is. Calls it Brother.

Exploud - He likes it loud. Taught it to beatbox and Willy fucking hates it. Calls it Rock and/or Roll.

Rotom - Glenn's Rotom. He bequeathed it to him some time before he "died". He's the one that started calling it any variation of "Lil'" that Glenn caught on to.

The Doodler:

Unown Unknown

#dndads #dungeons & daddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads s1 #dndads odyssey #pokemon #daryll wilson #henry oak #glenn close #glenn close dndads #ron stampler #scam likely #arin o'neal #paeden bennetts #willy stampler #Beary Oak #Barry Oak #Bill Close #the doodler

[devi-nyx-elsword-theorist]

Alright time to say it, and I'm pretty sure everyone's figured it out.

But let me explain a few things here and a Theory + possible spoilers if its true.

Kieran definitely wasn't as much of a skilled trainer then as to now, he's mostly shy and behind his older sister, he looks up to her and he's surprised to see the protagonist beat his sister in battle which has him admire us.

During the story Kieran eavesdropped the True story about what really happened about Ogerpon and the Loyal Three, he's distant and cold towards the player and Carmine. I understand his resentment and frustration. But Kieran's actions are fueled by his obsession, and desire to be stronger just like Ogerpon. His obsession about Ogerpon was ruined because Ogerpon chose us, his dream with Ogerpon was destroyed, everything he had was ruined. Thus he wanted one thing, the desire to become stronger so we could battle him listen to his themes, ones more gentle soft, and less complicated, we see him as he's definitely skilled but not in the way we'd see him. The final battle with him is a more complicated hard, it's us being confused and not seeing how he's turning, we're a way out for him, he's stuck he wants out. (More to this in my theory section.)

I enjoy his entire character, and here's the thing people don't realize that Kieran hates us and Carmine, but realize he doesn't specifically hate any one, he'd definitely resent his own family about the whole truth being kept from him, and we feel it, not shown but the music shows his complicated life.

And here's where people are mixed

Most hate Carmine because she's "controlling, mean, etc." well, some older siblings can act like her irl, I mean that literally. What Carmine shows is that she'd be verbal, but not physically abusive to her brother. How he made friends is most likely her being a threat to any new friend he'd make I mean this as a "possibility" and when she comes to tell us about how Kieran has no skill in Ogre Oustin, we could also assume that he wasn't as a skilled trainer so Blueberry Academy would definitely see her as a " Champion" for her serious capabilities of a trainer. I personally enjoy her as throughout the Kitakami story SHE'S the one helping us fight the Loyal Three, SHE took responsibility of Kieran's actions (though indirectly caused as we don't really know what made the Loyal Three come back but I will get to that as a theory section hold your horses.)

The Indigo Disk Story THEORY!!!

Carmine is definitely treated as a "Champion" we know who we'd fight as a final battle which is Kieran, but the characters wont know except for Carmine.

the Master of the Loyal Three was obscured it was "shown" as a thing in Peachy's shop. I have a crazy idea, which I wrote out on a piece of paper at work and lost it but I do remember most of what I wrote.

Kieran's emotions are unstable, his mentality is unstable and being fueled by getting stronger. The Master, is granting his "Wish" to his pure desire of being a Strong trainer, this is the Purple Aura around his right hand in a scene, and possibly seen faintly on a poster. Whether this Master is controlling Kieran or it's fueling his desire to defeat the player.

When we're going to face the champion of Blueberry Academy, we won't see Carmine, we'll see Kieran he's determined, he's ready, he throws his pokemon to battle, but the Master comes out last it's the one who made Kieran lose control of himself, he's been reckless then, and it knew what he was capable of, so it chose him as it's trainer temporarily.

Whether this is during or after Terapagos is depending on how it goes.

If we have Ogerpon in our team Kieran might snap more " Ogerpon..... Why? Why didn't you choose me!? ....Whatever, I will battle you." The theme might be a remix of Kieran's theme but a more dramatic overtone, then it will hit with a sad emotional portions we'd battle Kieran as serious as he is, and controlled by the Master. Once the Master is defeated, it will let go of Kieran and release him to us Kieran might still feel some desired wish to battle us, but this time he's in a more controlled environment as opposed to then

while the Loyal Three Master will most definitely flee somewhere for us to capture it since it's already weakened but because it wasn't necessarily in a Pokeball, this mean's it will definitely challenge us again in a weakened state like how we dealt with Necrozma in Ultra Sun Ultra Moon.

What I'm essentially saying is The Master Granted the Desired wishes to Okidogi, Munkidori, and Fezandipiti. This means it fuels on the negativity of those who want their wishes, meaning it saw potential in Kieran and fueled his negativity to make him lose control to use it. I know this sounds very much boosh, but I just wanted to make this theory and it would definitely be buried along the way and want people to see this theory.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Pokemon SV #Pokemon Teal Mask #Pokemon Indigo Disk #Pokemon theory #Carmine #Kieran #Pokemon Kieran #Pokemon Carmine #the teal mask spoilers #Pokemon teal mask spoilers #pokemon speculation

[luxrayblues]

Hi! Could you a Raihan x Reader where he gets jealous? And Raihan's dragon rage (I guess he would get very salty?) gets the best of him, but the reader reassures him? (SFW)

I love this sort of thing, though could probably use a little more salt ! Hope you enjoy anyway!

Raihan x reader - Dragon Rage (SFW)

Your laugh was just another voice in the crowd to everyone but him. His intense eyes flicked up from the battle at hand to see you laughing with someone. You were discussing Raihan's selfies. All you ever did was talk about him, but to the man himself you were giggling over someone else. His anger flared as he focused back on the trainer he was battling.

You watch as his demeanor visibly changes and he, with his pokemon, decimates the poor challenger. As the crowd went wild over the battle, you could tell something was off and you hurry down so you can check on him as the battle comes to a close. Rushing through the noisy crowd, it takes you a few minutes to get to the locker room where security lets you in immediately.

"Rai?" You call out to him, stepping around the corner to see him pacing, clearly furious which was odd because he had won. You had missed the trigger, not realizing it was over you.

He glances up at you, his gorgeous blue eyes making you hesitate as he looks past you, clearly checking for someone. "Where's your new friend?" He huffs at you and you realize suddenly what the issue was. You were taken aback at first by his response, but do your best to calm down rather than snap back.

He had seen you laughing with someone else, having a good time. He was still working on his jealousy when it came to you. You were the calm to his storm and although it was difficult at times, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"No you've got it all wrong, baby." You hold your hands up toward him in a soothing gesture. Though he was clearly all caught up in his own head, unable to calm down in the moment. He had himself so worked up thinking you would just up and leave him that he couldn't think straight.

"My dragon." You say breathily as you move up and shift to sit in his lap. He huffs, but doesn't stop you, turning his head to the side, not wrapping you up like he usually would. Somehow despite his anger, he's absolutely precious to you. You were attracted to every part of him, after all. "They were a huge fan of you." You begin to assure him, being totally honest. "They had seen me in some selfies you posted and wanted to ask about you." You smile gently at him, not minding that he was still pouting and keeping his gaze turned from you.

Your hand reaches up to slide over his hair gently and you caress his cheek, knowing your touch usually soothed his rage. You could feel him physically starting to relax, his hands starting to grasp at the bottom of your shirt slightly.

"Some of the other fans around us were getting into it too and I even got a selfie with them to show you." You explain, promising him in so many words that you had no intention of abandoning him for some stranger at one of his battles. It may have been absurd to you, but you knew that it worried him and that was why you made such an effort to reassure him.

"I love you, Raihan. Noone else." You assure him and he finally turns to look at you. You could see where his dragon rage had been was replaced with a much softer emotion in those telling eyes of his. He smiles in an almost sad way, feeling bad for having accused you of something like that. You wouldn't have his apology for it though, shaking your head.

He smiles slightly and shakes his head back at you. "I love you too, Y/N... Thank you." He didn't have all of the words to show his appreciation for you properly, but you knew he cared deeply for you. He didn't get so upset over just anyone, after all. You lean in to kiss him deeply, not about to let all of that pent up emotion go to waste. His arms wrap around you fully, yanking at your shirt to tug you down closer to him as he returns the gesture.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemonswsh #pokemon raihan #gym leader raihan x reader #raihan x reader #gym leader raihan #x reader #pokemon x reader #adult reader #gender neutral reader

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 49

Another "build-up" to the finale episode. Juri's moved onto a new stage of grief/depression from catatonic numbness to screaming despair (and then a little bit of hope at the end). Definitely beyond the scope of emotions most kids shows get into.

Notes:

I was annoyed with the fake out death they did for Beelzebumon. It's not that I want him to die, but don't pretend you're gonna kill him off when it's obvious it's not actually gonna happen. Pretty messed up that they showed Mako and Ai watching him fade away on TV but not him getting saved! Hopefully they caught that part lol.

Juri mentions wanting to die via her hand puppet but Culumon snaps her out of it. This is the second time we've seen this kinda scenario since BlackWarGreymon wanted to die in 02. Definitely hits harder when it's a little girl of course.

Sakuyamon cradling a wounded Impmon was touching. We didn't really see him again post-battle, but that's probably coming later.

The UN shows up (with their Engrish) and use jammers instead of bombs/traditional weapons. I'm not entirely sure what that was meant to accomplish because the explanation was a bunch of techno-babble. Well, it didn't do much.

Evil Juri shows up again and tells Juri that her sorrow feeds the D-Reaper. Is that the motivation for keeping Juri around now that they've learned enough from her or did she just say that to screw with her?

Imagery is getting very spooky and Evangelion-like. The D-reaper's new "Goddess" form is super cool. The bloody tentacle room (lol sorry, dunno what to call it) Culumon and Juri are in looks cool too. I probably would have dug this show a lot in middle school.

Cute seeing everyone in their puffy winter clothes. It's always a nice break when cartoon characters that have a default outfit do something different.

I was kinda shook when they revealed that Juri's been in her bubble for a week!? Uhhh guess I'll just suspend my disbelief regarding food, water and bathroom stuff. Maybe it's like the digital world where that stuff isn't required? Let's go with that...

Kai shows up from the movie! (Didn't see that coming). I feel like anime doesn't show extended family relationships (cousins) too often, so it's kinda refreshing. Does his cameo have a purpose?...maybe not. But I enjoyed it anyways :D

Renamon confirms that digimon don't have genders and Ruki's mom is like "but you're totally a girl" lol. Said every digimon viewer ever. It's a little hard to think of characters as genderless when they're treated as feminine in every way possible. Then you have the other side in Pokemon where they do have gender and super masculine-presenting pokemon can be female (or vice versa). Either way, mon-series are gender non-conforming which I support.

Juri's finally on the road to recovery because she asks for help and wants to leave her bubble. Heartwarming to see. Final battle here we come!!

#digimon tamers #digimon #anime

[ciderwitch]

Because I'm falling into Submas hell after finally playing Arceus and I've just discovered the Butler outfits from Pokemas, I bring you SFW + NSFW Royal!Reader x Submas Butler Twins HCS.

Yeah, this is long, whoopsie.

Also a forewarning, both bros interact in this!

SFW ⛅

You and Elesa are members of the royal court. She is the princess and you are her noble-in-waiting.

You grew up together with her and the Butler brothers but had to leave for several years for schooling. When you returned home, Elesa practically demanded your family let you join her in the castle.

The two boys you used to play with had grown into fine and capable young men. Emmet had grown even more affable and mischievous, while Ingo remained as quietly charming and clever as always.

Emmet is the most likely to get in trouble for disrespecting or ignoring rude guests. He has a lot of pride in his work and firmly believes that those who look down on him simply don't deserve his time. If he wasn’t the best at his job, he might get in trouble.

Ingo has the same beliefs, but is better able to keep his composure. Whatever he must do to ensure peace for you and Elesa, he will.

You'd quickly fallen in love with the two brothers but knew that a lady of your station would never be allowed to court one of them.

Besides, they probably weren't interested in you, right? Surely they are this nice to everyone? (The twins were just as in love with you, but didn't want to ruin your reputation if you got caught with them.)

Elesa has to stop herself from smacking you all upside the head.

They always seem to be around you even though you know they have innumerable duties around the castle.

They take turns helping you get ready for the day before you have to assist Elesa. They personally see to your breakfast whenever they have the chance and spend a bit of the morning with you.

Emmet always saves some extra treats from the royal kitchen to share with you throughout the day

Ingo makes sure your pokemon are well-taken care of and always well-groomed if you are busy.

Whenever the three of you have free time or days off, you spend time together in town, in the gardens, or the royal battle plaza

They beg for you to attend their battles so they can show off, always making you laugh with their poses and over-the-top maneuvers

The brothers fight for the chance to ride in or drive your carriage when you go on journeys with Elesa

Elesa purposefully sends the three of you out together on errands whenever she gets the chance

Her money is on Emmet making the first move. (Skyla is betting on Ingo)

Only those suitors who manage to defeat him and Emmet in battle are allowed to court you or Elesa. No one has won yet.

NSFW 🔞

When Emmet (of course it's Emmet first) finally snaps, better prepare to be fucked within an inch of your life.

He'd fought off a particularly amorous suitor whose family had come to schmooze up to you and Elesa and the idiot had almost beaten him with a critical hit

After the battle, Emmet went to your chamber to complain and pine as he usually did when he found you half-dressed and trying to get into new evening gown.Normally one of the ladies assisted you, but they were occupied with the suitor and his family in the guest wing.

He noticed the light blush dusting your cheeks as he undid your corset and dress. He’d helped you before but now, on the tail end of that jerk and thinking about what might have happened if he lost, he just wanted to hold you, to take you for him and Ingo and run away so he never had to worry about you being stolen away.

You shivered as his gloved hand brushed against your back, looking back at him when he suddenly paused behind you.

It was the way you looked at him, flushed and hopeful, that had him suddenly crowding you against the wall and fixing you with the most serious look you’d ever seen him have

You kissed him first, but he didn’t make you wait. He was a force of need and desire, insistently pressing closer as he kissed you hard and messy, tasting your mouth and groaning at the whimper that escaped your lips

Ingo came into the room looking for Emmet and froze when he saw you both, gaping open-mouthed as a hundred things seemed to cross his mind at once. Before he could speak, Emmet broke from you, walked to Ingo, dragged him towards you and pushed him to his knees in front of you.

“What are you waiting for, brother? Our mistress requires your assistance.”

Soon you wind up with Emmet behind you, pressing kisses and sharp bites into your neck while his muscular arms wraps around your front to hold you in place as Ingo services you with his mouth, whimpering and whispering prayers and praise at how good you taste while he delves his tongue between your folds in hot, wet circles.

Emmet is able to compose himself enough to see the guests off to bed and request the next day off

Elesa demands that she gets to plan the wedding.

don’t mind me just getting absolutely carried away and wanting to write a multi chapter slowburn butler submas/pokeknight submas fic

#pokemon x reader #pokemon #submas x reader #ingo x reader #submas emmet x reader #submas ingo x reader #emmet x reader #butler submas #reader insert #pokémon x reader smut #nifty #hee hee hoo hoo #i’m just wilin #🚊 #headcanon #submas twins

[invisibleraven]

"i'm sorry did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'??" for the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule?

"I'm headed to the mall, you wanna come?' Carrie asked the assembled group.

"Hard pass," Luke mumbled around the guitar pick in his mouth. "But will you bring me back a soft pretzel?"

"If you can remember your manners and ask nicely," Carrie replied.

"Please?"

"Fine. Any one else?"

"I've got a dentist appointment, otherwise I would, sorry," Alex said apologetically.

Julie barely looked up from her book and shook her head, and since she was using Reggie as a chair, he just shrugged with a 'what can you do' expression.

"I'll come, I need to get some new socks," Willie replied.

"I'm down, Flynn piped up, grabbing her purse. "I gots gift cards to spend."

"Oh yeah from your..." Willie stopped, the word on the edges of his brain, but unable to make it to his lips. "Womb escape!"

"I'm sorry did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'?" Flynn asked, hands on her hips.

"Birthday! That's the word!" Willie said with a snap. Then he looked at Flynn. "Sorry, my brain no words good today."

"Another shite in nining armour situation?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, now I'm double confused," Flynn said as they climbed into Carrie's little pink Bug.

"We were watching Ted Lasso," Carrie explained. "And one character had a brain fart. So they said shite in nining armour instead of knight in shining armour."

"And my brain does that sometimes. Mostly when I read, thanks dyslexia," Willie explained. "But sometimes when I'm speaking too."

"Sounds awful," Flynn replied.

"Eh," Willie replied with a shrug. "I usually just laugh it off, but it's the first time I've ever said something as dumb as womb escape."

"I mean, it is apt," Flynn conceded. "Just please never say it again."

"Seconded, I think I'm traumatized," Carrie joked.

"I'll buy you a PinkBerry to make up for it," Willie said. "Or an Orange Julius."

"What I'm hearing is that you're thirsty and magnanimous," Carrie stated. "But I will glad accept."

"Me too," Flynn stated. "Then I am hitting LuLuLemon cuz mama needs a new set of yoga pants."

"Fine by me, I think they have a sale on now anyways," Carrie replied. "Where do you wanna get socks Willie?"

"Figured I'd look around the GameStop, they have new Pokemon socks out and I wanna see if there's a Gengar pair," he said. "Plus I promised Alex I'd pick up the game he pre-ordered.

"Honestly I never would have thought of Alex as a gamer before now," Carrie said. "Reggie yes, but Alex?"

"It helps relax him," Willie said. "Plus he can kick Reggie's ass any day of the week at Smash Bros. Not Carlos' though-that kid is a killer."

"I think he'd resent you calling him a kid since he's nearly twenty, and taller than you," Flynn said.

"I've known him since he was twelve, to me he'll always be a kid," Willie stated.

"How do you think Flynn and I feel? We've known Carlos since he was in diapers!" Carrie interjected.

"Anyways, I told him I'd stop calling him kid when he could legally drink, or when he stops referring to me as his cousin Throckmorton, whichever comes first," Willie said.

"Guess he's kid for another two years then," Flynn giggled. "He's never gonna stop calling you that."

"There are worse things he could call me I guess," Willie finally said.

"Alright losers, let's go shopping!" Carrie said as they pulled into the mall.

They all barrelled out of the car, Willie leading the way, because as much as he loved the girls, and shopping, he wanted to get his smoothie on first.

#filled prompts #ficlet #the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms

[estelle-skully]

First Battle

HOLY SHART MY FIRST TK FIC EVER! IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! WAAH!

Huge thanks to @isitwp for giving me the idea lol

for now i might just write short stuff like this but some day id like to write about the trainers! (The only thing stopping me from writing a Lee!Larry fic is because Im too flustered for that ugh ((and a lack of ideas)))

Summary: This is from the POV of the pokemon! But! Two trainers with a Shinx and a Minccino as their partners decide to do their first battle with their new pokemon! But Minccino knows a move that is surprisingly super effective on Shinx…

It was a beautiful summer day. The afternoon sun warmed the fur on Shinx’s back and flocks of fletchlings danced in the sky, singing jovially. This was it. His first ever battle. Shinx had been waiting for this moment since the day he saw one of his older siblings obliterate in a battle against a wild tauros. He had been practicing like his life depended on it since then, mostly with his favorite moves- thunderbolt and quick attack- on his other siblings, and occasionally random rocks. That is, until he was caught. By the best trainer in the world.

“Alright Minccino, are ya ready?” The opposing trainer shouted, snapping Shinx out of his thoughts. The light grey, petite rodent-like pokemon flicked her tail and nodded at her trainer, trotting up to her side of the battlefield. Shinx took his place as well, flexing his claws eagerly. This was gonna be easy.

“Ill give you the first move,” the opposing trainer said with a small bow.

“Oho, you’re gonna regret that” Shinx’s trainer said with a small laugh. “Shinx, use quick attack!”

Shinx bolted forward at his trainer’s command, landing a hit on Minccino. Caught off guard, she stumbled backwards and fell. Perfect.

“Alright Shinx, take advantage of this! Use tackle!”

“No!” Minccino’s trainer exclaimed, “Dodge it!”

But she was too slow. Shinx landed on top of her and bared his fangs. Minccino was now pinned and completely helpless. Shinx’s trainer laughed triumphantly.

“u-um… uhh…” Minccino’s trainer was now nearly panicking. Bro did NOT want to lose that easily 💯. “Use uhh… t-tickle!”

Shinx smirked down at the slightly smaller pokemon, hearing his trainer laugh again in the background. “You really think that’s gonna do anything?” He asked, feeling extra cocky in this moment.

“I dunno, but it’s worth a shot. Gotta trust my trainer.” Minccino replied with a careless shrug, starting to twirl her fluffy tail into Shinx’s stomach.

Shinx tensed his entire body and flexed his claws again. Nope. He was not going to be defeated by such a silly, useless attack.

“N-not… working…” Shinx said, fighting against the urge to laugh.

“Not yet,” Minccino replied nonchalantly. She lifted her paws to Shinx’s belly, letting her tail flop down beside her, and started kneading at his fur. Shinx cringed away in response, curling forward a bit and lashing his tail. He flattened his ears against his head. It was getting really, really difficult to not just give in and start cackling. “You really have to get better at pinning your opponents,” Minccino said, seeming bored as she poked and prodded Shinx’s belly. “It was very easy for me to use my paws like this. Let this be a lesson to you to think harder next time.” She trailed her tiny chinchilla claws down his sides, and at this point, Shinx couldn’t take it. He threw his head back and laughed, falling to his side. The opposing trainer let out a victorious yell while his trainer exclaimed “What!?”, but he barely acknowledged them.

“Use tickle again!” The opposing trainer said as Minccino stood up and shook out her silky fur. Before Shinx could get out of the way, she pounced on him and swiped her tail along his back paws while continuing to use her little claws to harass his stomach and sides. Helplessly, Shinx kicked his paws and batted at Minccinno, but it seemed impossible to escape this ticklish prison.

“Come on, Shinx! Use thunderbolt!” His trainer cried, but he was too flustered to focus on the attack, so all he was able to do was send a few little sparkly shocks to his opponent, who scoffed and smirked for, Shinx realized, the first time in this entire battle.

”That barely tickled. But I’m supposed to be the ler here, not you.” She quickly turned around, now swirling her tail into his belly and scritching at his paw pads with her god damned claws.

That practically killed him. Shinx instantly gave in, no longer fighting back, and just allowed himself to be tickled silly. Minccino squeaked happily at the sound of his goofy laugh and seized her attack.

“Had enough?” She asked. Shinx nodded, panting and staring up at the sky. So much for winning his first battle. But for some reason, he wasn’t really all that upset about it.

“Oh, Shinx, we have a lot of training to do, don’t we?” His trainer said with an amused sigh, walking over and picking him up. He purred and nuzzled her cheek. Minccino’s trainer walked forward too.

“Good job, Mini!” He congratulated his pokemon, who looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, as if she hadn’t just completely annihilated her opponent by using tickle. The two trainers looked at each other. “It was fun battling you, Sarah” Minccinno’s trainer said, sticking out his hand to Shinx’s trainer.

“Right back at you, Ricky” she replied, shaking his hand. “But dont get too confident, because next time, Shinx will be prepared for that tickle attack!”

#The end!! #I hope yall like it 👉👈 #Im very proud tbh #Ooh lmk if yall want a part two #Hehehe #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #sfw interaction only #tword content #pokemon tickle #sfw pokemon tickle #Lee!Shinx #Ler!Minccinno #tickle fanfic