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I just wanted to check if this was still active/semi-active/abandoned/moved etc.
And I wanted to let you know I really enjoyed your writing for Hop!
Hi there! The answer is I’m semi-active (ish?). I’ve been busy with school, internships and work, and struggling with mental health, so I’m not as active as I would have liked to be, but I’m still paying attention. Ive also been slowly but surely getting back into writing things, but for another fandom (Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.)
But thank you, I appreciate that you liked the Hop writing! 💕
This is an older fic that I’m just now cross-posting from my Wattpad.
Summary: He was never able to win against his rivals, and he didn't become the champion. He couldn't live up to his older brother's name. He wasn't all that special, he thought. So, why would Hop ever think that you would ever glance at him? You were that sweet, lovable person that worked day in and day out to help better the lives of rescued pokémon. Surely, you wouldn't be interested in a loser like him.
Genre: Fluff + light angst
Pairing: Hop X Rescuer!Reader (Gender Neutral)
Content Warnings: | Hop’s self-deprecating thoughts | Fear of rejection | Mentions of abused pokemon | Swearing | Reader gets slapped once (not by Hop) | Slow burn kinda | Both Hop and Reader are depicted as adults. |
Word Count: 14,741
Sonia's lab was awfully quiet. At least, that's what Hop thought as he was the only person present in the building. Sonia was out, she had the urge to get out and do a bit of fieldwork for a change. Hop's Dubwool had fallen asleep near his desk quite some time ago.
Hop was seated at his desk, scribbling down various notes about pokémon and the Dynamax phenomenon. Even if he had been studying by Sonia's side for three years now, he still had a lot to learn and discover. There were so many pokémon out there, and there was new knowledge to be gained from them practically every day.
Behind him, the Dynamax readings showed stability, thankfully. Nothing had been out of the ordinary for a long time, but Hop and Sonia had the habit of keeping a close eye on them. Their slight paranoia was understandable due to the damage caused by the actions of Rose and the royal brothers.
Hop's foot tapped away as he wrote, he twirled his pen every so often. Even though Hop had matured quite a bit over the years, sitting still for long periods was still not his forté.
As he finished jotting down the final words of his report, he gathered up all of the sheets to place them in a neat pile. With a sigh, he leaned back to stretch his sore muscles, he had been hunched over his desk for a good amount of time, so it was much needed. Hop let out a small yelp as his computer chair nearly fell back from the pressure he was applying.
Once he stabilized himself, he reached for his Rotom Phone, turning it on so that he could tune into some live battles. He still had a bit of work to do, but he figured that he could take a small break.
He blinked once he saw footage of his best friend in battle. Hop had almost forgotten that today was Victor's exhibition match. Nonetheless, he smiled as he began to watch it.
Victor was battling Bede, and both men were giving it their all. Seeing those two battle it out on the pitch brought back memories from his own gym challenge. After all, the three had been the biggest rivals throughout their journeys.
Victor was a fantastic champion, and perhaps even better than Leon was, Hop thought. Even today, Hop couldn't believe how powerful his childhood friend was, and it seemed as though his strength grew with every passing day.
Victor wasn't just a strong battler, he was inspirational and a good man. He didn't care much about having many sponsors, nor did he go out of his way to partake in interviews. He often donated his prize money to people in need, and he was exceptionally humble.
Even Bede had matured into a decent man. Now the full-time gym leader of Ballonlea, he was a force to be reckoned with for challengers. Although he still kept a facade of toughness, Hop couldn't deny that Bede was much more polite than before. Even if Bede and Hop had never gotten along, Hop thought that it was great that Bede had found his place in the world.
Hop took a glance at his sleeping Dubwool, reaching down to stroke his coat softly. It dawned on him that it's been quite a while since he had battled someone because he was so focused on his studies to become a respectable professor. He hoped that his pokémon weren't too bored with his decision to lessen pokémon battling to focus on research.
However, they seemed to have accepted his choice of career, as did his friends and relatives. Even though being a professor was far from being his original dream, he thought it was fun.
All his life, Hop had wanted to be the champion. He wanted to prove to the region that he was just as good, possibly better than his brother. But that didn't happen, Victor got there first.
He continued to watch Victor's battle on his phone, completely immersed in the confident and enthusiastic energy that Victor displayed. Victor still had five pokémon standing, while Bede was on his last two.
"It's no wonder you became champion, mate," Hop chuckled to himself.
No wonder indeed. Three years later, and Hop had accepted that he never stood a chance of being champion. Not when he was up against Victor. Hop had never been able to defeat Victor, and he always felt like he was lightyears behind his dear friend.
Even today, he felt underwhelming compared to everyone around him. It felt as though his friends, rivals and family were all achieving great success and making names for themselves while he was constantly scribbling notes and watching wild pokémon.
Hop sighed, shaking his head in annoyance at his own thoughts. He knew better than to think so negatively, but the quiet atmosphere of the lab seemed to be the perfect setting to overthink life itself.
He shook his head once more, smiling to himself as a way to convince himself that everything was fine. He was usually so bubbly and energetic, for crying out loud! He loved doing research. It was his new passion, and that's what was important.
Hop grinned as Victor's battle came to a close, ending in a victory for his best friend. Though the outcome didn't surprise him, Hop mentally congratulated him.
As he turned off his phone to get back to work, the door to the lab opened. He didn't fully pay any mind to it as it was most likely Sonia since she was to return around these hours.
"H-Hello? Is there anyone?" A meek voice timidly sounded.
Hop's gaze lifted. That was most definitely not Sonia. He got up from his chair and smoothed his lab coat before heading to the entrance of the lab.
There stood a young, short-haired girl who looked to be more or less ten-years-old. She shyly fiddled with her sweater's sleeves as her gaze was fixated to the ground.
Hop blinked but quickly shook off his surprise to smile at the youngling. "Hi, there! What brings you here?"
"W-Well... is Professor Sonia here? I'm supposed to get my first pokémon today," she said.
Now that Hop thought about it, he did remember Sonia saying something about a girl coming to get her starter today. He had completely forgotten about that.
He looked around nervously, Sonia had most likely lost track of time. It happened to her often whenever she was really into her work, and he really couldn't blame her.
He scratched the back of his head. "R-Right! You must be Annabelle, yeah?"
The little girl nodded in response with a soft smile.
"So, er, the thing is that Sonia isn't here right now..." he said.
Annabelle's smile faltered a bit. "Oh... that's okay. I'll come back. I'm sorry for bothering you," she said.
Hop cringed at the dejected look she had, and before she could turn around and leave, he stopped her.
"Hey, wait! I can give you your pokémon, you don't have to come back later," he said before he could stop himself.
Surely, Sonia wouldn't mind if he took matters into his own hands, right? After all, he felt too bad at the thought of making her wait, he knew all too well just how exciting it was to get your very first pokémon.
"Really? Oh, thank you so much!" She said enthusiastically.
Hop chuckled and motioned her to follow him. "Well, come along. Let's have you meet the little fellows!"
She did as told and followed Hop. He then headed to a shelf where three pokéballs sat. He grabbed them and turned back to Annabelle.
As he called out the pokémon, three familiar faces excitedly made their entrance. Hop couldn't help but smile as the nostalgia hit him as he watched the Grookey, Scorbunny and Sobble all pose adorably.
Annabelle seemed absolutely enamoured with them as well as she cooed at their cuteness.
Hop nodded to himself, it was time for him to put his knowledge to good use. This would be a good way for him to evaluate his performance as a future professor.
"Sobble is just about the most gentle Water-type pokémon out there! It can be pretty sensitive and timid, but don't let that fool you, Sobble is a master of camouflage and silent attacks. It never fails to aim for an opponent's weak spot! She's a little girl!" Hop explained.
Sobble wiggled her fin as she covered her cheeks to hide a little blush. It sounded like she was giggling.
"Scorbunny is a very energetic Fire-type! It's always raring to go and up for a good fight. It's a very confident pokémon who will always do its best to impress and protect its trainer! This little guy is a boy," Hop continued.
Sorbunny bounced in the air, pumping his little paw with a wink. He was trying to showboat a little.
"And lastly, we have the Grass-type, Grookey! It's a very peaceful pokémon with a good sense of leadership. It's a very speedy pokémon that can get quite immersed in battles. This one is a boy!" He concluded.
Grookey wagged his tail, chirping happily with a bright smile as he bounced up and down. He grabbed his stick to tap a little beat onto the tile floor.
"So, which one will you take? Choose wisely. This will be your most trusted partner who will stick by your side throughout your journey no matter what," Hop said.
Annabelle's gaze flicked between the three pokémon, but not for long as she had her eyes set on the little Grookey.
"They're all so cute, but I decided that I wanted a Grookey ages ago!" She said as she crouched to the pokémon's height.
"Would you like to travel with me?" She asked, holding out her hand.
Grookey nodded excitedly as he put his little paws onto her hand. Annabelle giggled at the pokémon's cuteness.
Hop grinned. "Grookey, huh? A great choice. It was the pokémon that I chose to travel with along with Wooloo when I first started."
Annabelle giggled softly, picking up her new Grookey in her arms. "I know. That's why I wanted one, Mr. Hop!"
Hop blinked in surprise as he registered what the young girl had said. "I- Really?"
"Yeah! I always watched your battles with my mummy when you did your gym challenge. You were my favourite trainer, and I want to be just as good as you!" She said.
Hop was at a loss for words. Not only did this child know who he was, but she was admitting that she favoured him as a trainer. He didn't think this could even be a reality. He wasn't that special, he knew that for a fact. Sure, he made it through his gym challenge, but he had always been in both Victor and Leon's shadows, and, in his opinion, rightfully so.
His friends, brother and rivals all outshined him by so much. He didn't have their strength, he knew that as he could never beat a single one of them. Not even once. Hop had since accepted that he was destined to be the weakest person of his entourage.
He definitely felt happiness at knowing that someone thought so highly of him, yet he couldn't help but listen to the little voice at the back of his mind, saying that this sweet girl was making the worst mistake of her life by idolizing such a loser.
Hop chuckled nervously as he scratched at his hair. "A-Ah! Well, I appreciate that, but I'm not that gr-"
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as Sonia made her frantic appearance into the lab, huffing slightly to catch her breath.
"I am so sorry! I got sidetracked and didn't see time fly!" She said.
Annabelle shook her head. "It's okay, Professor Sonia. Professor Hop gave me a pokémon!" She said as she snuggled her Grookey.
"But I'm not a prof-"
"I can see that!" Sonia chuckled. "Annabelle, dear, what do you say we equip that Rotom Phone of yours with a Pokédex?" She continued.
"Please!" She said, handing Sonia her phone.
"Alright. Hop, why don't you go get some Pokéballs for her while I set this up?" Sonia asked.
Hop nodded. "Of course."
As Hop distanced himself to rummage through some drawers for Pokéballs, Sonia explained to Annabelle the Pokédex's functions. It was just like she had done when he and Victor had first started their journeys.
He found five Pokéballs to get the young girl started on her team, so he headed back to the duo and handed Annabelle the catching devices.
"Here you go. They'll help you get started on your team," he said.
When she took the balls from Hop, he reached into his pocket to grab another one. "Here. This is your Grookey's Pokéball."
"Thank you very much for everything!" She said as she took her starter's Pokéball.
Hop shook his head. "It's our pleasure! Now, get out there and meet tons of pokémon! But remember to stay safe and have fun," he said.
"I will! Thanks again, you two!" She said before exiting the lab with her Grookey still in her arms.
When Annabelle left, Hop sighed in relief, happy that everything went smoothly. He then turned to Sonia, laughing nervously.
"S-Sorry, Professor. I hope you don't mind that I took care of things. I didn't want to make her wait too long, and I didn't know when you would be back," he said.
Sonia shook her head. "No, no, don't worry a thing. I'm glad you did, and by the looks of it, you handled that really well. Proper job!" She said with a grin.
"Thank you... I did my best," Hop said, relieved that he didn't mess anything up.
Sonia glanced at the desk where a large pile of notes sat before turning back to Hop. "Would you like to switch places with me? Arceus knows how much you hate sitting still."
"Yeah, I'll take you up on that. Fieldwork is my favourite kind of work!" He laughed.
Fresh air was definitely needed at the moment. Hopefully, it would help him keep his mind at ease from the negativity that has been plaguing him recently.
~~~~~~
"Thank you for having me over, Magnolia. I'm sorry for dropping by unannounced," you said.
Having decided to take a well-deserved break from work, you dropped by Magnolia's home for a visit. You found her company to be warm and homely, which was something you loved, especially when you needed to sit back and relax.
You sat in Magnolia's plant room on one of the comfortable loveseats as the older woman prepared cups of the finest tea she had in her kitchen. The scenery of her home, particularly the room you were in, had you feeling at peace.
Perched atop your head was your beloved Frosmoth. She could get quite heavy, so she made sure to not put her full weight on you. She absolutely refused to be left home alone today, no matter how much you protested. Thankfully, Magnolia didn't mind the presence of the larger moth pokémon, as she was very well-behaved.
Magnolia stepped into the room, a tray in hand and a warm smile upon her features. "Nonsense, dear. You're welcomed in my home at any moment. I don't get to see you nearly as often as I'd like," she said as she set the tea down.
You thanked her as she handed you a cup. "I know, and I'm sorry about that. I feel bad, trust me."
"Don't. It's to be expected with the kind of work you do, and I fully understand. Just know that you're always welcomed to knock on my door should you need anything," she said as she sat across from you.
You smiled. "Thank you. It's nice to have someone I can trust living nearby."
"Of course! You're practically family at this point!" She said, laughing softly.
You truly appreciated it. Your work required your constant presence at home, so you didn't have much time to go out of your way to make close friends, much less someone you could trust. Magnolia was such an understanding and patient woman, and she knew that you didn't mean anything ill by not dropping by all the time. You had your duties, and she accepted that. She was well aware that you cared even if you weren't always around, and for that, you were thankful.
"Speaking of which..." Magnolia started as she set her cup down, "... my granddaughter should be coming over shortly with her assistant."
"O-Oh! Should I leave then? I wouldn't want to be a bother," you said.
"Don't even get that idea. Sonia will be thrilled to see you, you know she adores you!" Magnolia said.
You chuckled at the woman's light scolding. "You're right. It's been a while since I've seen her, or that she's dropped by my place. She's pretty busy now, huh? Being a full-time professor and all."
"She certainly is, though she loves her work. It seems that journeying through Galar a second time was what she needed to discover her true passion," Magnolia said, fondness for her granddaughter could be heard in her voice.
"Sometimes, I think of having another journey myself, but I think I made the right call with the path I ended up taking," you said.
Magnolia nodded in agreement. "Absolutely! What was your original goal again?"
You laughed, shaking your head. "I wanted to be a gym leader of all things."
"Oh, that's right! You know, you're absolutely phenomenal at taking care of pokémon that I just can't even fathom the idea of you as a gym leader," she playfully teased.
"I know, right? Plans change, but that's okay!" You said.
You shivered when you felt your Frosmoth blow a faint gust of frigid air onto you in an attempt to get your attention.
"Are you hungry, Dumpling?" You asked, chuckling at her behaviour.
She let out a small cry in confirmation. So, you reached into your bag, which rested at your feet, and pulled out a plastic container that held Dumpling's favourite food. You held the container right in front of her, letting her sniff it out. Once she did, she happily chowed down.
As you fed your Frosmoth, you heard the front door open, followed by the familiar voice of Sonia.
"Hellooo! I'm here, and I brought Hop!" She called out.
Magnolia smiled. "We're in here, dear!"
"We?" Sonia said as she stepped into the room in which you were seated. Once she saw you, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Heya, Sonia!" You said with a bright smile.
"(Y/N), no way! How are you, stranger?" She asked, laughing.
You got up from your seat so that you could give your friend a hug. Dumpling flew off of your head to let you do so.
"I'm doing great! It's been a while, huh?" You said, letting go of her.
"No kidding. I mean, you're a hermit!" She teased.
You rolled her eyes. "Pft. It's not just me. Aren't you always buried in piles of research?" You shot back.
"You got me there," she chuckled. She turned to her grandmother. "You didn't tell me that (Y/N) would be here!"
Magnolia chuckled. "Ah... I wanted to keep it a surprise."
Sonia's eyes then landed on Dumpling. "And you've got Dumpling with you! She looks great!"
Sonia gently approached the pokémon and held out her hand in front of her. Dumpling sniffed her hand, and once she recognized Sonia's scent, she squealed happily and nuzzled her hand.
"Hey, you remember me!" Sonia said as she patted the affectionate moth.
"Of course, she does!" You said.
At that moment, someone cleared their throat. When you glanced at the doorway, you saw who you assumed to be Sonia's assistant.
He had an award-winning smile as he scratched the back of his head in a slightly nervous manner. Though he didn't seem much younger than you, he was pretty tall, more or less six feet. His hair was a lovely shade of purple, which fit rather nicely with his bright, yellow eyes. You were sure you recognized him from somewhere.
Letting go of Dumpling, Sonia clapped her hands together as she headed to her assistant's side.
"Right, you've never met. (Y/N), meet Hop. He's my assistant. Hop, this is (Y/N). They’re a good friend of mine!" She said, introducing the two of you.
Hop grinned at you, holding out his hand for you to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you!"
You took his hand. "Right back at you, Hop!"
And then, it clicked.
"Hey, you're the former champion's little brother, right? You were in the challenge, like, three years ago?" You asked.
Hop blinked, a glimmer of surprise flashing in his eyes for a second. "Yeah, actually. You're spot on."
He certainly was not expecting for this stranger to know who he was. Maybe it wouldn't have surprised him if someone recognized him three years ago when he had finished his challenge, but now, he had convinced himself that practically everyone in Galar had forgotten about his existence.
Sonia raised a brow, which made you roll your eyes. "Hey, don't look at me like that. I like to watch the gym battles whenever I have the chance."
Magnolia spoke up. "Hey, now. What are you all standing around for? Why don't you younglings sit down while I go make some more tea? Perhaps some snacks as well?" She said as she stood up.
The three of you nodded in agreement. Hop and Sonia sat next to each other. Before you sat down, you scratched Dumpling's belly and gently guided her to you so she could perch herself atop your head once more.
Hop tilted his head in slight confusion at your interaction with the pokémon, but he didn't question it any further. At least, he tried. He couldn't help but analyze your Frosmoth, blame it on the researcher in him. As he looked at her, he noticed something off about her eyes. A Frosmoth's eyes were usually a deep blue, but yours were somewhat cloudy.
"Is your Frosmoth blind?" He blurted before he could stop himself.
He mentally cringed, hoping that he didn't seem too nosy or impolite by asking such a thing. However, you smiled at him, features clear of any kind of offence.
"She is, actually!" You said, reaching up to pat Dumpling's head.
"(Y/N) takes care of a lot of disabled and injured pokémon. They run their own sanctuary!" Sonia intervened.
At that, Hop's eyes practically lit up with wonder. "Seriously? Wow, that's amazing!"
You chuckled with a light hue of pink coating your cheeks. "Yeah, I do! It's not far from here, actually. Just a few kilometres behind Magnolia's house, there's my house and my sanctuary."
"Wait... really? I didn't even know that there was anything past Magnolia's house," he said, surprised.
"Yeah... it's pretty easy to miss, but that was kind of the point of picking that particular spot. It's just me and the pokémon with little to no disturbances, which is just what these pokémon need," you explained.
Hop nodded at your explanation. He then leaned forward, nearly slamming his hands onto the coffee table excitedly.
"So, what kind of pokémon do you have there?" He asked, eyes shining with interest.
Sonia chuckled, tapping at his shoulder. "Whoa. Simmer down there, Hop."
Hop immediately retracted as he was made aware of his little burst of excitement. He scratched the back of his head, blushing in embarrassment. He felt like a total child.
"S-Sorry about that. I got carried away," he said.
You laughed, waving him off. "No, no, it's totally fine! If anything, I'm glad that you're so interested!"
Taking care of rescued pokémon was your biggest passion, and you had sworn to dedicate yourself to making a difference for pokémon who were in need of a second chance at life. It was your favourite topic to discuss, and meeting people who seemed so excited to hear you speak about your work and experiences was something that made you beyond ecstatic.
You had to be honest with yourself: you were sometimes afraid that people would get bored or annoyed with you since you could never shut up about your sanctuary. You had the habit of always swerving your conversations towards it, and you really couldn't help it.
So, that's why you got along so well with women like Magnolia and Sonia. They were professors, researchers, and they loved to hear about your experiences regarding the pokémon you helped. You could always have great conversations with them.
You knew for a fact that Hop was highly passionate about pokémon. It showed when you watched his battles back then. And to want to become a professor, it took a lot of dedication and love towards these creatures. You were sure that you would get along great with him.
"You see, there are quite a few pokémon that are in my care. They all have their own story, and they are all unique. Every single one of them has a place in my heart, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for them. They're my number one priority in life," you gushed.
Your eyes then widened, and you chuckled nervously as you noticed that you were rambling.
"Ah... sorry. Here I go again, just talking my mouth off," you apologized.
"Wha-? Why are you apologizing?" Hop asked.
Before you could answer, Sonia chimed in. "They're a dummy, that's why. They think that they’ll annoy us if they talk too much about their sanctuary."
"Oh, come on! That's rubbish!" Hop exclaimed. "Can you tell me how you met your Frosmoth... Dumbo, was that it?" He continued.
You chuckled at the way Hop had managed to butcher her name. "It's Dumpling, and I'd be happy to!"
"It wasn't super out of the ordinary, but I met her right outside Circhester when she was just a tiny hatchling Snom, and when I say tiny, I mean it. She was smaller than any other Snom I had seen before, even for a baby. I guessed that she was the runt out of her siblings," you started.
"Oh! That explains why she seems smaller than the typical Frosmoth," he said. "R-Right, carry on!" He quickly added as he noticed that he had accidentally cut you off.
"She was still near her nest when I found her, but her family was nowhere to be seen. The thing that caught my eye, though, was that she was really unstable. She had a hard time walking without bumping into things. I was curious, so I managed to approach her, and she seemed to panic once she sensed that something was approaching, but she was turning in all sorts of directions, and she didn't seem to know where to look," you continued.
"And that's when you understood that she was blind," Hop said, making you nod.
"Yeah. I kept calm and talked to her in a gentle voice. I was really trying to reassure her that everything was alright. When she calmed down, she let me pet her and even pick her up eventually. I tried looking around the route for her family, but I couldn't find them. I guessed that the mother left her behind because she was the weakest, less likely to survive of the hatchings," you said.
You scratched Dumpling's cheek, causing her to nuzzle your hand with a soft, melodic cry sounding from her.
"I just kind of, you know, took her in. I mean... I just couldn't leave her out there. I don't think I would have been able to forgive myself if I left a vulnerable baby out there, you know?" You finished.
Hop grinned. "You should pat yourself on the back, mate! I mean, you gave her a chance, and she looks like she appreciates it a lot."
At Hop's words, Dumpling happily fluttered her wings, little snowflakes emitting from her as she did so.
"O-Oh... it was just the right thing to do!" You said.
"(Y/N), give yourself more credit. A lot of people wouldn't have had the same heart of gold that you had in that situation. It's not everyone who would have wanted to take so much time in helping and caring for an 'imperfect' pokémon," Sonia said, making Hop nod in agreement.
It might have been the first time he's met you, but Hop could immediately say that you were a great person. Lovable, even. His mind raced as he felt that he would love to get to know you some more. You had such a warm and inviting presence that practically pulled him to you.
As you were speaking, he could only find himself being completely pulled into a state of immersion at your words. He certainly didn't miss the way your eyes practically shined with life when you spoke about your meeting with Dumpling. You had so much emotion in your voice, and he found it to be absolutely endearing.
Of course, he knew that his desire to get to know you was most likely one-sided and merely wishful thinking on his part. After all, Hop knew that he wasn't very impressive. He was just an assistant who hasn't done anything remarkable. Surely, you wouldn't spare him a minute.
"Say, Hop," you started, making him snap out of his thoughts.
"How about you come over to my place for a visit whenever you have some free time? I could show you around the sanctuary if you're interested!" You offered.
Sonia nudged him. "You should take her up on that offer. You'll love it, I swear! It's so pretty at her place," She said.
"You really mean that?" He asked.
"Of course!" You said.
Hop was caught off guard by your offer. He didn't expect you to invite a nobody like him to your precious sanctuary. He really hoped that he wouldn't be a waste of time to you.
Still, he couldn't help but grin wildly as he practically bounced in his seat. "That would be amazing! Thanks a bunch, (Y/N)!" He exclaimed.
"Please, it's my pleasure!" You said with a smile. "Would you hand me your phone? I'll give you my phone number so you can text me whenever you want to come over!" You said.
"O-Oh! Right!" Hop said with a light blush.
He pulled out his phone and opened up a new contact page before handing it to you. Hop was definitely surprised, it wasn't everyday that a woman offered him her phone number.
"Alright. Here you go!" You said, handing him back his phone.
"I'm pretty much always at my place, so come on over anytime, honestly. Just let me know so that I don't miss when you ring the doorbell since I'm often outside!" You said.
"Gotcha. Thanks a bunch for the opportunity, (Y/N)," he grinned.
You smiled. Hop's smile and enthusiasm was contagious. You hoped that he would go through with your offer. Hop was precisely the kind of person you wanted to share your work and passion with.
~~~~~~
To: (Y/N)
12:08 P.M
- Hiya! It's Hop, Sonia's assistant from the other day. I have some free time, and I was hoping to maybe come and visit you, maybe?
From: (Y/N)
12:11 PM
- Hop, hey! I've been waiting for you to hit me up! I'd love for you to visit. Come on over. I can't wait to show you around!
To: (Y/N)
12:11 PM
- Great! I'm on my way, like, right now. Is that cool with you?
From: (Y/N)
12:12 PM
- Of course. See you in a bit!
Hop couldn't help the huge, dorky grin on his face as he hurried along the nearly hidden path behind Magnolia's house that led to your sanctuary.
He was beyond excited to get a feel for the kind of life you had as a pokémon rescuer. Plus, he had to be honest with himself: he was excited to see you again.
He was definitely relieved that you meant it when you had offered him to visit, he had almost expected for your words to be hollow. He wouldn't have blamed you, you probably had better things to do than waste your precious time on him. Still, he was grateful.
And he couldn't help but re-read your messages. Especially the 'I've been waiting for you to hit me up.' It was simple, yet he couldn't deny that it made him feel like he was desirable, like you actually might be interested in his company.
The path to your home was rather bumpy. There were quite a few rocks and branches along the way. He had to slow down a bit as he kept tripping over the various debris on the road. You had really picked one hell of a spot for your sanctuary.
When he finally managed to navigate the narrow path of debris and trees, he came to a gorgeous clearing. There, he saw what was most likely your home, which was situated between a large fenced off area and a berry garden.
He could already see many trees planted inside the fence, and there seemed to be a second building connected to the area, most likely an indoor area for the pokémon.
Hop grinned as he accelerated towards your house, completely hyped now that he was there and about to experience something entirely new to him.
Your home was a rather small, white farmhouse. It seemed that there were two stories to your home, and there was a small porch with an outdoor swing on it. It looked cozy, and for some reason, it was exactly the kind of house that he would think someone with a rescue would have.
Now at your front door, his hand froze midair as he was about to ring your doorbell. He mentally groaned, was he seriously having second thoughts about everything?
It's not that he didn't want to visit you. If anything, nothing could make him any happier than visiting you at the moment. What if he was going to slow you down in your work? Hop didn't want you to put your whole day on hold just for him.
He knew that you had told him that he could drop in anytime, but what if he had caught you at a bad time, and you were simply too nice to turn him away? The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a nuisance.
"Get it together, mate. You're here to have fun and get to know a sweet person better. That's all there is to it," Hop whispered to himself, attempting to calm his nerves.
When he finally rang the doorbell, he immediately heard frantic shuffling coming from inside your house. Barely a few seconds had passed, and you had already opened the door, greeting him with a big grin. You were holding a little Sobble in your arms, one of its front legs was bandaged.
Hop couldn't help but be surprised at the speed you had just displayed. Had you really been waiting for him to such a point? The thought was quickly lost, though. You most likely weren't. At least, not for someone as uninteresting as he was.
"Hop! I'm so glad you came by!" You said, stepping out of your home.
"I'm glad to be here! You're absolutely sure that this okay with you, right? I wouldn't want to be a bother," Hop asked.
He regretted asking as he wanted to keep the outing positive, but he really couldn't help sliding that question in.
"Don't be silly. Really, I'm happy you're here," you said.
When your tone was laced with such sincerity, Hop couldn't help but grin at you. Perhaps, you truly would enjoy his company.
"Ah... wait. You've got a few leaves in your hair," you said.
You reached your hand to his hair, gently brushing it and causing Hop to slightly squeak in surprise. You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. It was pretty cute.
"Yeah. I... well, I smashed into a few branches on my way here. I was so hyped that I could barely slow down and look where I was going," Hop admitted.
"Hey, it still happens to me!" You chuckled.
When you were done brushing the debris out of Hop's hair, you shut the door of your home.
"Well? Ready?" You asked as you beckoned him to follow you. "Front gate's just this way."
Hop nodded excitedly as he walked by your side. His gaze went to the Sobble that you were still holding.
"So, who's this little fellow?" He asked.
"I call him Dizzy!" You said.
"Dizzy?"
"Yeah... he has a neurological disorder that affects his balance and cognition. He's not super stable on his feet and took a bit of a tumble today. Nothing too drastic, though, just a little scrape!" You explained.
"Whoa, alright. Is it curable, the disorder? S-Sorry if it sounds stupid, I've just never met a pokémon with a neurological problem," Hop asked.
"Not stupid at all. You won't know unless you ask. It can't be cured. It's genetic, and it's there to stay. Unfortunately, Dizzy has the worst level of it, so he has to take medication every day, or else he could get seizures," you said.
Hop frowned at that. "That's... poor thing."
You rubbed Dizzy's head, making him purr in delight. "Yeah... but he's been great!"
You came to a stop so that you could open the main gate of your rescue, holding it out for Hop to go first. You followed after him, shutting the gate afterwards.
"Flygon?" You called out once you were in the perimeter.
Almost instantly, a Flygon dived from the sky, landing right in front of you and Hop. Poor Hop nearly squealed in surprise at the large dragon, especially since it was glaring right at him.
"Hey, hey, ease up! Hop's a friend, he's good!" You cooed, which seemed to calm him.
"Could you take him back to the water area, please?" You asked, handing him the oblivious Sobble.
With a happy cry of his name, the dragon nodded and took to the skies in the direction of the area you had told him.
"You okay there, Hop?" You asked, chuckling at the look on his face.
He quickly shook his head. "Y-Yeah! I just didn't expect you to have a big Flygon around," he said, chuckling.
"Yeah... Flygon's a big help around here!" You said.
"That's pretty sweet."
You nodded in agreement before clasping your hands together. "Now, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" You said enthusiastically.
Barely into your rescue, and it was already bustling with life. Beautiful, healthy plants, flowers and trees bloomed all over the area. It was rather grassy, except for the main pathway.
Hootoots, Rookidees and Corvisquires were perched atop the branches. Hop could also make out a Leafeon peacefully sleeping in a shaded area. A Galvantula was carefully working on a burrow inside of a cavity in the base of a tree. Its web looked like a work of art.
There were even some berry trees, and a sweet Flapple was knocking ripe berries out of the tree so that a duo of Appletun could snack on them.
Where large patches of flowers laid, there was a group of Gossifleurs, Eldegoss, Cottonees and Whimsicotts hanging together. Combees, Cutiflies and Ribombees happily twirled around the flowers.
Hop had to freeze in his steps to let a trio of Nickit, Purrloin and Yamper pass as they seemed to be playing a game of chase with each other.
Your place was gorgeous and immaculate. He felt like he was in a pokémon research lab; only this was a much more natural environment.
"Look at all of 'em..." Hop said, eyes shining in absolute wonder.
You couldn't help but giggle at how cute Hop looked. He was truly in his element.
"There's even more of them too! Some might be hiding, and others are in other areas," you said with a small yet proud smirk.
"Bloody hell... this is so cool!" He said. "So, do these pokémon all belong to you?" He asked.
"Not necessarily. Some are still wild pokémon, but they happen to be in my care," you said.
As the two of you kept walking along the path, Hop noticed that there was a lack of human presence in your area. Not a single person other than the two of you was in sight.
"Do.... do you run this all by yourself, (Y/N)?" Hop asked incredulously.
"Well... yes," you said, scratching the back of your head.
"How?! Taking care of pokémon with particular needs can't be an easy feat!" Hop said, mouth agape.
You laughed. "It's definitely something, but knowing that I'm helping pokémon in need, the fatigue is worth it."
"You don't have a single employee? Not even one?" Hop asked, still barely believing it.
"Nope. The closest thing that I have to employees is my team of pokémon that I raised during the gym challenge. I have some stationed in each area of the rescue, so if there are any problems, they'll come to me. I also have my Flygon, who keeps an eye on things from the sky during day time, and my Gengar is on night patrol!" You explained.
"Wow, mate, you sure have a handle on things," he smiled.
And then it hit him. "Wait, you were in the challenge?" He asked.
"Yeah! I wasn't doing it the same year as you though. I didn't get to the end... I met Dumpling, and I was so focused on helping her out that I just, you know, dropped out. But I'm happy I-"
You were cut off by the happy barking of your Growlithe, who was running as fast as she could towards you.
You smiled and crouched to her level, patting her fur as she rapidly and excitedly wagged her tail all the while snuggling you.
"Nubby, my little girl! How are you doing?" You cooed.
Alright. Hop had to compose himself for a few seconds as he nearly melted into a puddle of feelings at the sound of your adorable baby voice.
The more he spoke to you, the more he realized just how incredible you were. Boy, did he feel blessed that you even considered giving him a second of your precious time.
You were leagues above him in so many ways. The two of you had started off the same way: you had both started your lives as mere challengers. You didn't even finish yours, yet you still had managed to become someone. You had a goal, and you were accomplishing incredible things. Meanwhile, Hop had completed his challenge, but he was still utter rubbish who had not managed to do anything impressive of his life.
Your presence, Hop loved it more and more as the minutes went by. But he knew that he didn't deserve it. You shouldn't be associating with a loser like him.
He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts, pronto. It was then that he noticed that the Growlithe was missing her right front leg. Only a little nub remained, which was probably why you referred to her as Nubby.
"So, who's this girl?" He asked.
"This is Nubby! Her leg had to be amputated because she had severe trauma where she suffered from too many fractures to the point where it was unfixable," you explained.
Hop crouched down as well, cringing slightly at the thought. "I'm kind of scared to ask what happened to her..." he added, extending his hand.
At that, Nubby bounced to Hop's hand, sniffing it before barking happily once again.
"Yeah... let's just say that her previous owner wasn't a very nice person," you said, a bitter frown on your face as you recalled the memories.
"That's absolute rubbish. How could someone treat a pokémon so poorly?" Hop said.
Nubby began to lick and nuzzle Hop's hand as she wanted some head pats, which is precisely what he did.
"Aw... but you're such a good girl. You didn't deserve that," he cooed.
"She really likes you, Hop! You're a natural with pokémon," You said, laughing softly.
"You think?" He asked with a big grin. His heart practically soared at the compliment.
"Duh! Why wouldn't I?" You said.
"I mean... I've never been a great trainer like my brother or Victor, and I can barely consider myself a professor. I still have a lot to learn, you know?" He said.
Hop instantly cringed as the words left his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to remain positive for the day. After all, he's been adoring every second with you. Yet, Hop couldn't help but let his feelings pour a bit. You just gave him that sentiment of trust that made him want to confide in you.
But, he felt absolutely silly at having unloaded his negativity on you. You didn't deserve to have his self-pity on your shoulders.
However, you just sent him a soft smile before crawling to his side and gently putting your hand on his shoulder. The touch had his stomach fluttering.
"Give yourself more credit, Hop. While Victor was completely destroying everyone, you were the only trainer to give him a run for his money. And you already know so much about pokémon, so imagine in a few years how much of an amazing professor you'll be," you said.
"I-" Hop stuttered, unable to express himself as he felt his face heat up. "Geez, (Y/N), thanks... you're too kind," he said.
"I'm just being factual," you said, grinning at him before standing up.
"Heya, Nubby? I have to finish the tour. Come find me later, and we'll play, okay?" You said.
She barked and nodded. She licked him one last time before pulling away from Hop. She then bounced off to play with other pokémon.
You extended your hand to Hop, which he took and let you pull him up from the ground. Hop's mind ran wild as he noticed that you had not let go of his hand as you led him through your rescue. You were so casual about it.
As you brought him to the next area, his eyes widened at the gorgeous scenery—a large pond surrounded by rocks, shrubs and trees. There was even a little trickling waterfall. Aquatic plants were surfacing, and the stones had natural moss growing on them.
The little Sobble from earlier seemed like he was having a blast floating on top of a Lotad's head. Little Pyukumukus were chilling on the edges of the rocks, and many fish pokémon happily splashed about. Even non-water type pokémon were running around the area.
"So? What do you think?" You asked.
"What do I think? Mate, it's amazing! If I were a pokémon, I'd never want to leave. How'd you even manage all of this?" He asked, absolutely stunned.
"With a lot of work. My family and I all pitched in to build, landscape and plant everything," you said.
"Bloody hell. You definitely succeeded!" Hop said.
Off in the distance, he saw a more rocky and sandy area. Larvitars were rolling around in the sand. A Sizzlipede and Helioptile were sunbathing on rocks. Hop could also see a large group of Salandits.
"Whoa, you've got a lot of Salandits," he commented.
"Yeah... they tend to be a pretty common pokémon in the rescue," you said.
"Is it because of the Salazzles? I'm pretty sure some Salazzles are pretty ruthless with Salandits. You know, taking all their food and stuff," Hop said.
You grinned. "You're actually spot on, Hop! See? You do know your stuff!"
He blushed again, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. Hop was definitely happy that you were complimenting him. It was a nice, refreshing change from his usual intrusive thoughts.
"They're all males, and they've been starved to the point of near-death because of overly dominant Salazzles. Nature can be just as cruel as humans at times," you said.
You sat down in the shade of a tree. Hop followed, sitting next to you.
"Definitely. But they seem really ha- huh? Is that a shiny Salandit," he asked with wide eyes.
You followed his gaze, and you smiled once you saw the sweet Salandit that he was referring to. The little guy was watching you from afar, yet he made no moves to come to you.
"It is... that would be Blizzard," you said. "Blizzard, sweetie, come over here," you called out.
Blizzard flinched, but he complied. However, he was taking slow, shaky steps, and his posture was excessively nervous, which didn't go unnoticed by Hop.
"Hey... what's wrong with the fellow?" He asked.
"Oh... well, he's petrified of anyone who isn't me," you said.
"O-Oh... maybe I should leave, then? I wouldn't want to cause problems," he said.
You shook your head. "Don't be silly, Hop. You're allowed to stay."
"Can I ask why he's so nervous with people?" Hop asked.
You nodded, sighing at the horrible story. "I happened to be in the area when it all went down, releasing some pokémon who were fit to go back in the wild. A shiny hunter had been looking for a shiny Salandit for months to add to his 'collection.' When he finally found Blizzard, he was outraged that he found a male since they're incapable of evolving. In his fit of rage, the hunter yelled at Blizzard, calling him a worthless piece of shit and kicked him so hard against a rock the poor thing's skull cracked."
"What the hell?!" Hop nearly yelled.
"I know..." you said.
Blizzard had finally crawled to your hand. He sniffed your hand before rubbing his head against your hand. Hop noticed a few scars on top of the Salandit's head.
"He seems so sweet," Hop said.
You nodded as you scooped Blizzard into your arms and your lap. He curled up into a bundle, really cuddling up to you as much as he could.
"Hey... thanks again for letting me come here, I mean, look at this place! It's amazing! I could just sit here and watch the pokémon all day," Hop said enthusiastically.
"Well, why don't you drop by more often?" You proposed.
"R-Really? I mean, I'd love to. B-But I wouldn't want to be a bother!" He stuttered, voice laced with surprise.
"Oh, come on! I really enjoyed your company today. It's so nice to have someone as enthusiastic and passionate as you around. Plus, wouldn't it be good for your research? To come here and all?" You said.
"I.... you have a point. I had fun today too, and well, you know..." he said, trailing off near the end as his cheeks erupted in a cherry hue.
Hop was adorable, and you meant it when you said that you'd like to have him over more often. You hoped he would as you definitely had an interest in him blossoming within you.
~~~~~~
Hop never expected that a visit to Magnolia's home would make him meet someone like you. Someone he felt at peace and ease with, someone who he sought out their company.
He kept telling himself that he shouldn't be such a burden by dropping in on you so often, but he couldn't help it.
He went to see you whenever possible, and he lived for the moments where he did. Hop was always so mesmerized by all of the pokémon you took care of. You brought so much to his research, even Sonia had noticed.
And today was another day where he was racing down to your home to see you again.
Getting to your place, he immediately saw you on the porch, sitting on your little swing. As he got closer, he noticed that you were holding two little Dreepys. Next to you was Blizzard, who was snuggling against your thigh.
Hop also saw two bottles and blankets placed onto the table next to the swing. You were probably in the midst of caring for the little ones.
You heard footsteps approaching you. Lifting your head, you saw Hop heading your way, a perfect smile upon his face as he waved at you.
"Heya, Hoppers! Come sit with me, you've got to meet these little cuties," you called out.
Upon realizing that Hop was here, the Salandit that had been cuddling you scurried off of the swing to hide behind your feet and under the swing.
Hop frowned at that. Most of the pokémon had gotten used to his presence, and they all let him play and pet them. But it wasn't the case for Blizzard. The poor thing was still terrified of Hop. Not that Hop blamed him.
"Shoot, sorry. I didn't mean to scare him off," Hop apologized, sitting next to you.
You waved off his apology. "It's fine. He'll come around eventually."
"When did you get Dreepys, (Y/N)?" He asked.
"Just the other day. Aren't they cute?" You gushed as you wiggled your fingers at the little ones, causing them to squeal happily.
"They're tiny. Babies?" Hop said.
"Yeah... they're practically newborns. Their mum passed away. Someone contacted me the other day saying that he found the babies near their mum's body," you explained.
Hop frowned. "Poor things. I wonder what happened to the mum."
"I'm not sure. The Dragapult didn't seem to have any wounds, so she may have been sick," you said.
"So, are you going to keep them until they're old enough to fend for themselves? Like what mother Dragapults do?" Hop said.
You smiled. "That's the plan! Unless they decide that they want to stay."
Suddenly, the duo of babies was trying to nibble at your fingers, causing you to retract them before you got chomped.
"They're probably hungry. Why don't we feed them?" You said.
"We? But-"
Hop was interrupted as you handed him one of the hungry babies. It wiggled its paws excitedly in Hop's arms.
"A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? Maybe you're better off handling things. I don't want to mess anything up," Hop said with an undertone of nervousness.
You couldn't help but frown. This was a recurring problem with Hop. You had noticed that he seemed to think rather lowly of himself ever since you first met him at Magnolia's. At the time, you had brushed off his behaviour as pure nervousness, but you were most definitely wrong.
Hop put everyone around him on the highest pedestal while he put himself down. He was constantly doubting his abilities and brushing off his accomplishments as if they were nothing. Every so often, he would make pessimistic comments about himself.
His low self-esteem was heartbreaking to you. You thought that Hop was great, and you wished that he could see himself the way you saw him.
"This isn't the first time you've helped me feed a pokémon from the sanctuary, you'll be fine!" You reassured him.
"I- well, alright then," Hop said.
You grabbed the bottles from the table and handed one to Hop. You shook your bottle and held it out to the baby Dreepy who immediately latched onto it.
"Don't tip the bottle too much, so the Dreepy doesn't drink too fast and choke. That's all there is to it!" You said.
Hop stared at you as you fed the baby dragon with a small blush colouring his face. You looked so cute when you took care of pokémon. Your passion and love for what you did really surfaced, and it was so sweet.
The Dreepy that Hop was holding nudged him, wanting food as well. Hop mumbled a small apology to the pokémon for making him wait.
So, Hop copied what you were doing to feed the baby. Hop had never fed a baby dragon before, so this was a pleasant experience.
Your Dreepy was already done eating, and he let out a big yawn. You set the bottle down and grabbed one of the blankets, wrapping him in a little bundle.
"It helps them feel more secure. They usually spend a lot of time in their mother's catapults at this age, so they like being bundled up," you explained.
"You'd make a good parent," Hop blurted, which he instantly regretted.
His blush worsened as he processed the idiotic and embarrassing thing he had just said. What the hell was wrong with him? How in Arceus' name did he come to the conclusion that that was an appropriate thing to say?
"I-I mean I- never mind! J-Just pretend that you didn't hear that!" Hop said, embarrassed.
But, all you did was grin at him. "You really think so?"
He blinked, surprised that you weren't mad or uncomfortable. "Well... yes," he admitted.
You nodded, still smiling. You glanced at his lap and noticed that the baby Dreepy was finished eating and had fallen asleep all curled up in his lap.
"And... you'd definitely be a great dad," you said, winking at him as you held out the other blanket.
Hop's mind practically stopped functioning at your reply, and he would most likely have a heart attack if this kept up.
He grabbed the blanket, and although his hands were a little shaky from what had just transpired, he managed to wrap it around the Dreepy.
"See? You did really well with the Dreepy! Thanks for giving me a hand," you said.
"I-It's my pleasure- huh?"
Hop paused as he noticed that Blizzard was starting to poke his head out from underneath the swing. The Salandit was looking straight at Hop and tilting his head. He seemed to be intrigued in Hop.
Hop smiled. "Heya, lil' buddy."
You grinned at the scene. Although Blizzard wasn't making any moves to come to Hop, he was starting to recognize Hop as a good person, which was a good thing.
Hop leaned down, holding his hand out to Blizzard. Blizzard continued to stare at Hop's hand, but he ultimately decided to back away a little and hold onto your leg.
"Still not passed the 'no touchy' boundaries, huh? It's alright, take your time," Hop said, sitting upright.
"If anything, I think Blizzard likes you. He's never even tried to make eye contact with others," you said.
"Really?"
"Yeah! He must sense that you're absolutely amazing!" You said.
Hop blushed. "I- thanks, (Y/N)"
Hop never expected that a visit to Magnolia's home would make him meet someone like you. Someone he would end up crushing on, even if he knew that you would never glance at him in that way.
~~~~~~
"Hello? Sonia? Hop?" You called out, entering the research lab.
Hop, who was putting away some books on the second story, turned around at the sound of your voice. He grinned when he saw you.
"(Y/N)! Whatcha doing here?" He asked, heading down the stairs.
You hugged him, which he immediately reciprocated. Thankfully for him, you couldn't see the dorky, lovesick smile plastered on his face when you did.
"I was actually dropping off some rare berries by Sonia's request. You know how much she loves making curry," you said, waving a bag around.
Hop took your bag to place it onto the desk for Sonia to grab whenever she came back to the lab.
He looked back at you, playfully pouting. "Aw... you didn't come here to see me?"
"Well, it might have been an excuse to come and see you," you winked.
You were just joking around, he knew that. You had to be, there was no way you actually meant that. Even if he knew not to put much thought into it, he couldn't help but hang onto the slight sliver of hope that there was some underlying flirtatious message in your comment.
"But, er, do you mind if I stay with you a bit?" You asked. "I'll leave if you're busy, though," you added.
Hop practically lit up at your desire to stay with him, and he hoped that he didn't seem like such a dork.
"No, no, I'd be happy for you to stay. I was getting kind of bored any- hey... are you alright?" Hop interrupted himself, smile faltering a bit when he noticed that you looked exhausted.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Perfectly fine," you said.
You mentally cursed yourself for not covering up your fatigued state better. You were completely drained, and that was a big fact, a fact that you tried to push away as best as you could.
You knew that you needed to rest, yet you were so stubborn and strict with yourself that you continued to work and work until you looked and felt like a wreck. It made you so happy to make your pokémon happy that you had managed to convince yourself that your own health wasn't as crucial as their wellbeing.
The last few days and nights were particularly rough with the baby Dreepys getting up a few times per night. Plus, you had gotten a difficult Toxtricity who was pulled from a sadistic owner. The pokémon was missing an eye, and scars littered his entire body. He was exceptionally aggressive and defensive, and you had spent a lot of time and energy on him to try to ease him up a bit. There was progress, but the rehabilitation would be long.
You had hoped that it would have gone unnoticed by Hop. He was already struggling with his own self-esteem issues, and you didn't want him to worry about you. You wanted him to take care of himself first and foremost. To hell with the state you brought upon yourself.
But, you knew that he wouldn't let it slide. Hop was just as stubborn as you were.
"Have you been sleeping all that well at all, (Y/N)?" He asked.
"Yes!" You said enthusiastically, though your voice cracked as you felt your head pound from how tired you were.
"You should sit down," Hop insisted, gently taking your hand in his to drag you to the couch.
"I swear, I'm fine, Hop," you protested, even though it was apparent that you were lying as you made no effort to stop Hop from sitting you down.
"(Y/N), we both know that's rubbish. I mean, you can barely keep your eyes open," Hop said.
"I... I guess you're right," you sighed, rubbing your eyes and forehead.
Hop put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. "Take it easy on yourself, you poor thing."
You nodded, barely having the energy to even speak properly.
Feeling a bit bolder, Hop wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you closer against him. You immediately responded by laying your head on his chest, making him blush at the unexpected action.
"You don't mind, yeah? You're kinda comfy," you said.
"I-It's fine," Hop squeaked.
His heart raced a mile a minute, which you could probably hear. Still, he managed to bring his hand up to your head to run it through your soft hair. He swore that you practically purred at the contact.
"I might fall asleep if you keep doing that," you mumbled.
He chuckled. "Guess I'll keep at it then."
And that's exactly what happened. After a few minutes of innocent cuddling, you had ultimately passed out on him. You seemed so peaceful that Hop didn't bother moving from his spot.
It was also because he enjoyed having you so close to him.
He figured that this was the closest thing to more intimate physical contact he would get with you. So, he wasn't complaining. But he kept telling himself that it was just a coincidence that you happened to fall asleep on him, that it didn't make him special.
As Hop kept playing with your hair, Sonia had walked into the lab, and the first thing she saw was you and Hop cuddled up against one another.
She stared for a few seconds before smirking. "Well, isn't that just adorable?" She teased.
"It's... not what it looks like," Hop defended rather poorly, cheeks beginning to heat up.
"Oh, right, pardon me. You totally aren't cuddling with (Y/N)," she winked.
"They... they were just really tired and ended up passing out... on me," he said, mumbling the last part.
"I mean... it's not like you're complaining, right?" Sonia said.
"Sonia..." Hop warned.
She ignored him. "Like, you're crazy for them, so it must be a dream come true!"
Hop huffed, red-faced in embarrassment. "Your berries are on the desk..."
"You're not getting out of this that easily," she said.
Hop sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine. No, I don't mind having them like this. Far from it, actually."
Sonia giggled, heading over to the bag of berries. "So, when do you plan on asking them out on an actual date?" She said, rummaging through the bag.
He shrugged. "Not now... or ever."
Sonia turned around, looking at Hop questionably. "Why?"
Hop shrugged again, a sad smile overtaking him. "We're just friends, and that's all we'll be. I know they’ll never like me the way I do, so why risk ruining everything, you know?"
"What makes you say that, Hop?" She asked.
"They just... won't. B-But that's fine!" He said, not wanting to pour his feelings of insecurity to Sonia.
She frowned. "Right... well, you should give it a chance. If anything, I've never seen (Y/N) come to the lab as often as this ever since they met you. I think you've got a good chance."
Hop nodded. However, Sonia's words practically went over his head. He would rather endure a one-sided crush than face the reality of rejection. He was convinced that that's what you would do should he try to say anything about his feelings.
Why would you like him? Hop couldn't find a single reason why you would, and it did shatter his heart to pieces.
Even if he would die to have the chance of calling himself your boyfriend, the shattering feeling of rejection and ruining your friendship weren't things Hop wanted to go through.
~~~~~~
Hop was visiting you once more, and he was giving you a hand in handing out food for all of the pokémon. Really, he couldn't have asked for a better way to spend his days; spending time with you, helping you, taking care of pokémon and learning new things.
He was outdoors, near the water and sandy areas of the rescue. You weren't too far from him. He could see you through some trees sitting at a fair distance from your Toxtricity. He could hear you talking about random little things as a tactic to get the pokémon used to your presence.
Glancing at you, he smiled at how determined you looked to get Toxtricity to trust again. There was a small difference in behaviour that was noticeable. The pokémon no longer tried to attack you on sight.
He placed various dishes down for the pokémon that were hanging near the water area, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the little Sobble lose his balance, which had the lizard nearly slip off the rocks.
Hop rushed over to Dizzy, catching him before he could fall and hurt himself.
"Heya, you've gotta be more careful, mate. You don't want to get hurt again, huh?" He lightly scolded.
Dizzy, still in Hop's arms, tilted his head innocently, not understanding what was going on. Hop chuckled at that and patted Dizzy's head, making him purr in delight.
"Everything alright, Hoppers?" You called out from the trees.
"All good! Just Dizzy being, well, dizzy," Hop replied.
"You sure are a handful, aren't you?" He said to Dizzy. "Not that you mean it, or anything."
Hop set the Sobble back down onto the ground, near all the other pokémon so that he could eat. It was one big, happy family, and all of the pokémon of the area always pitched in to keep an eye on the Sobble whenever possible.
Turning around, Hop blinked in surprise as saw the shiny Salandit slowly crawling over to him. However, Blizzard immediately froze in his tracks when he noticed that Hop saw him.
Hop crouched, holding his hand out. "You have nothing to be afraid of. Trust me, please?"
To his absolute bafflement, Blizzard took more steps forward. They were slow and shaky, but he was approaching Hop nonetheless.
And then, the Salandit sniffed Hop's hand. Going a bit further, Hop rubbed the underside of Blizzard's chin, which he responded by nuzzling Hop's hand, happily wagging his tail.
"See? I'm not so bad, right?" Hop said, making Blizzard nod in agreement.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Hop stopped petting Blizzard at the sound of your voice, immediately on alert. The tone of your voice sounded very wary, and rightfully so as there was an unknown man in front of you.
You stared at the new presence with caution. Your sanctuary wasn't open to the public, so this man was trespassing.
You didn't like the way that he was looking at you, glaring at you and scanning you with a sneer. He was making you slightly uncomfortable, but you kept your cool. If anything happened that you didn't like, both your Flygon and Hop would be by your side.
And you had a feeling that Hop was keeping an eye on you in the distance. You had noticed how he had started becoming a little protective of you. It was especially noticeable when he scolded you about taking poor care of yourself.
As the man wasn't responding, you spoke up again. "If you don't have any particular business with me, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is private property."
"I've got business with you," he said.
"And that would be..?" You pressed.
"You the bitch who's got my Toxtricity?" He asked.
Your eyes widened. The Toxtricity you had gotten just two weeks ago, this was his previous owner. From the corner of your eye, you saw the pokémon in question flinch. You were, suddenly, feeling very bitter.
"Oh... you mean the Toxtricity that's covered in scars and burn marks? The one that's missing an eye?" You said.
He smirked. "Yeah. That one. I'm here to pick it up. Just hand it over to me, and we ain't gon' have any problems."
"I don't think so," you said, taking a step back as the man stepped forward.
The air felt heavy as the man kept a glare etched on you. He was tall and rather buff. If he had no issues harming his own pokémon for nothing more than sick pleasure, then what would stop him from hurting you?
"I'm not gonna say it again. Hand the fucking thing over if you don't wanna end up like it," he said.
That was enough for Hop.
"Is there a problem?" Hop said as he stepped to your side.
The intruder chuckled, his tone was full of mockery. "This fuckin' stick is your bodyguard? How cute."
"I swear, mate, leave them alone," Hop nearly growled, taking a step forward so he could be in front of you.
"What the fuck do you expect to do- oh... there you are," the man said, glancing off to the side and noticing Toxtricity.
Toxtricity growled at the man, though you could clearly see the poor thing shaking in absolute fear.
In mockery, the man chuckled and took a few steps towards the panicked pokémon, causing you to panic a bit.
"No! Don't even think of getting close to him," you yelled.
You tried to hurry to Toxtricity before he could, but before you could, the man had smacked you hard enough for you to plunge to the ground.
This caused your Flygon to dive from the sky, snarling at the man as he shielded both you and Toxtricity. As for Hop, utterly furious, he had decided to release one of his most prized pokémon to come to your aid. That's how the intruder found himself sandwiched between a furious Flygon and a powerful Zacian.
"Zacian, Flygon, pin him down! Make sure that this worthless piece of rubbish can't escape," Hop ordered.
The two pokémon were more than happy to comply, the man never stood a chance as Flygon whacked the man with his tail, causing him to fly to Zacian's side where the legendary wolf kept a paw on him to prevent him from escaping. It looked beyond painful, but Hop didn't care.
"Keep him in place, Zacian," Hop said.
Even with the aching pain you felt, you couldn't help but stare at the legendary pokémon in wonder. You knew that Hop had Zacian by his side, but you had never seen it. And looking at it in person, obeying Hop's commands without a single protest was terrific. Hop was truly a great trainer that deserved every ounce of recognition, but you had never doubted that. Not once.
With that, Hop raced to your side, wasting no time in hugging you tightly before helping you back up on your feet.
"(Y/N)! Are you okay? Shit, that's gonna leave a bruise," he said, analyzing your injury.
"I-I'll be-"
"Shit... I'm so sorry I let that happen," he continued, not letting you speak.
"Hop, it's not-"
"Oh fuck... how could I let that happen to you?"
"Hop..."
"I'm so stupid. I should have reacted sooner. What was I thinking?"
You hugged him tightly, catching him off guard and causing him to finally cease his frantic, pessimistic comments about himself.
"I'm glad you stepped in when you did. If you hadn't, who knows what would have happened to Toxtricity and me. Thank you," you said.
"B-But... you got hurt," Hop muttered, voice cracking slightly.
"It'll heal. It's not your fault. You're a hero, for all I care," you said, pulling away with a smile.
"I... I'm glad you think so," he said.
He turned back to glare at the piece of shit, still struggling underneath his Zacian's weight.
"Go inside and clean yourself up. Get a bag of ice, sit down and decompress, okay? I'll call the police so they can come to pick up the trash. I'll stay here until they arrive," he said, turning back to you.
"Okay. Thank you. But... can you, you know, come inside with me after? I don't want to be alone after what happened," you said, cheeks heating a bit.
Hop felt his heart skip a few beats at the fact that you were seeking comfort in him.
He nodded. "Anything for you," he said, smiling nervously at his choice of words, but you didn't seem to mind.
As you distanced yourself from the scene, you couldn't help but smile despite it all. You were so thankful that Hop was there for you, and you knew that you could trust him with everything. He was wonderful.
~~~~~~
You stared at yourself in your bedroom mirror, nodding confidently as you felt that you looked presentable. Although you weren't really going for an extravagant look, you looked cute.
There had always been chemistry between you and Hop. Being with him felt natural and right; you had practically instantly clicked. Over the months, your interest in Hop grew and grew until you could confidently say that you had fallen in love with him.
And so, after much consideration and hyping yourself up, you had decided that you would take it upon yourself to make a romantic move on Hop. You were going to ask him on a little date.
You exited your house to head to Wedgehurst, a giddy and warm feeling surfacing. If Hop accepted, you would be the happiest person in Galar.
It's been so long since you've dated anyone, and although you hadn't been actively looking for a significant other, you were happy that you happened to meet Hop.
Hop was the kind of man you'd love to date. He was such a bundle of energy, passion and ambition, which made him stand out from other people you've met. He was such a sweetheart with you, and he obviously cared a lot for you. What more could you ask for?
When you were in front of the lab, you took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You were excited, but nervous. You nodded to yourself, it was now or never. Entering the lab, you saw Hop lazing on the lab's couch, watching something on his Rotom Phone. You heard some rummaging noises coming from the back of the lab, most likely Sonia.
Hop lifted his gaze, grinning when he saw you heading his way. He set his phone down.
"(Y/N)! Hi! What brings you here?" Hop asked, still grinning.
"Well, I... I'm not bothering you, right?" You asked as feeble attempt to take your time in asking him out.
"Pft. When do you ever bother me?" Hop said.
"Okay. Good, that's good," you said, already feeling your cheeks heat up.
You came here, feeling so confident in yourself, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it, only to transform into a moron when you were in front of Hop.
"Hey... you feeling alright? Are you sick or something?" Hop asked, concern lacing his voice.
"No, no, I'm cool. I just-" you took a deep breath. "You see... there's this really nice café in Turrfield, and well, would you like to go with me?" You finally asked.
Hop blinked, visibly processing your words before blushing madly. "Wait. Are you... are you asking me on a date," he asked, completely shocked.
You giggled. "Well, yes!"
Hop couldn't believe it. Why were you asking him on a date? Of all people that you could choose, you were going for the most significant failure the region had ever seen.
Hop had been pining for you for so long now, but he had convinced himself that this scenario was improbable, impossible, even. This had to be some kind of sick joke, right?
But, you weren't the type of person to do such a thing, to play with someone's feelings. You were better than that.
And that was the problem: you were too good for him. You deserved better, and he knew it. Hop accepted it.
Meanwhile, your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as you waited for Hop's answer. His silence was making you beyond nervous.
Hop shook his head and cleared his throat. "I... I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I'll have to say no."
Your heart shattered in millions of pieces at that.
"O-Oh..." was all you managed to say.
Hop cringed at the dejected look you had. He didn't mean to hurt you, but hopefully, this would push you to seek someone better than him.
Or maybe it was a ridiculous thought that he was regretting. He regretted it so much, but he couldn't seem to voice his actual feelings. He was so deep in his low self-esteem.
You nodded, averting your gaze from Hop's. "Right. Yeah. That's totally fine!" You said, trying to remain positive, but it was more than evident that your enthusiasm was fake.
"(Y/N), I-"
"It's fine, really! You don't have to explain yourself. You have every right not to want to go on a date with me," you said, voice quivering.
Hop didn't say anything. There was nothing more that he desired than go out with you. Why couldn't he say anything?
"I'm gonna go now, okay? I'll go do... stuff. I'll see you, right?" You said, already backing away.
Hop bit his lip. "Yeah..."
And you were out the door quicker than you could have imagined. Feelings of humiliation, frustration and heartbreak were taking over you, and you didn't want to stick around for anyone to see your tears.
Hop stared at the door, running his hands through his hair in absolute horror at what he had just done. He initially thought that this was going to be the best option to keep you from dating an absolute nobody, but he was processing what a colossal mistake that was.
Hop hated seeing you upset, he always wanted to see your eyes shine with life. Now, he had never seen you so broken, and he was the cause of it. That stung on so many levels.
"I outta smack you right now. What in the world was that about, Hop?" Sonia exclaimed, stomping over to him.
"I-"
Sonia interrupted him. "No, you know what? I don't even want to hear your excuses. I thought you liked them!"
"I do like them!" Hop said, flinching at Sonia's tone with him.
"Then, why did you reject them? I don't get it, Hop. They obviously like you!"
"But..."
"No! You are going to take the day off, and you are going to go see your friend, whose heart you just split, and talk things out with them," Sonia ordered.
Hop bit his lip and nodded. Sonia was right, he fucked up, and he needed to make up for his mistake. He needed to open up to you.
Weren't you, after all, the best person that he could pour his heart to? Weren't you the sweetest, most open-minded and trustworthy person he knew and fell in love with?
~~~~~~
Sitting on your living room couch, your Frosmoth cuddled up to you as you cried your heart out. She was trying to make you feel better, and you appreciated her efforts, even if you both knew that your heartbreak wouldn't cure with little cuddles.
You glanced at your front door as someone knocked on it. You ignored it at first, not having the energy to get up, but you eventually caved in as the knocking became more frantic.
You reluctantly stood up, and when you opened up the door, Hop was there, looking as guilty as ever. His eyes seemed glossy, seemingly about to cry himself. You contemplated slamming the door in his face, but you couldn't bring yourself to do that to Hop.
"(Y/N). Can... can I come in?" He asked softly.
You nodded, sidestepping to let him in. The two of you remained silent for what seemed to be an eternity. The air was tense.
Suddenly, Hop tightly wrapped his arms around you, placing your head against his chest. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt little droplets streaming down your skin.
"I'm... damn it. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he muttered. "I'm such an idiot. I just- I didn't want to hurt you like that. I'm the worst."
"I told you, Hop. It's okay if you don't want to go out with me. I'm not forcing you," you whispered.
He pulled away from you, keeping his hands on your shoulders. "But I do want to go out with you."
"Wha-? But you said-"
"I know what I said, and I lied through my teeth," he admitted.
"Why? If you wanted to, then why did you reject me?" You asked, genuinely confused.
"It's going to sound stupid, and it really is, b-but I..." he said, trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.
You took his hand in yours. "Here, let's sit," you said as you guided him to the couch.
You didn't let go of his hand when you sat down, hoping to give him a bit of comfort. You weren't as upset as you were just a few minutes ago, though you were confused and wanted answers.
"I said no because I thought you would be better off with someone else," he admitted.
"Someone else? Why would you think that?" You asked, completely flabbergasted.
"(Y/N), I- damn it. I'm nothing special! You could do so much better than a failure like me. You deserve the best, and I'm not that. I'm talentless rubbish."
Your jaw nearly dropped. It wasn't uncommon for Hop to make small, negative comments about himself, but this was the first time you've heard him degrade himself to such an extent.
"I wanted to be a legend, to surpass my brother and become the champion, but my friend was better than me. Everyone throughout my entire journey was better than me. Everyone is still better than me."
"Hop-"
"I haven't accomplished anything, there's nothing to set me apart from others. I figured that the right thing to do was to spare you from the embarrassment that would come with dating Galar's biggest loser..." he squeezed your hand, "... but it would destroy me to see you with someone else, even if I know that you deserve the world. The world that I can't provide."
More tears streamed down his cheeks as all of his darkest thoughts finally came out of him. It was heartbreaking to see Hop in such a state, to voice what he thought of himself.
You thought none of the things he had just said, and you thought that you had made it obvious over all the time you've spent together. You were always there to give him reassurance, to hype him up when he didn't believe in himself. Hop looked so broken and lost like he didn't know what else to do or think. You couldn't believe that he thought so lowly of himself to the point where he felt that he didn't deserve anything good happening to him.
"Hop, sweetheart, look at me," you said. "How could you even have the audacity to say all these horrible things about yourself?"
"It's the tru-"
"No. You think you're a failure because you didn't become a champion? Please. I don't care that you didn't win. Don't you like what you're doing right now?"
"Yes..."
"There! That's all that matters. And for the record, you're phenomenal at what you do. You have so much knowledge about pokémon, and you're a natural with them. I should know, I see the way you are at the sanctuary. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: imagine just how amazing you're going to be as a professor in the future when you're already that good."
Hop wiped at his tears a bit. "You... really think I'm doing okay?"
You smiled. "More than okay! You think you're talentless, that you haven't accomplished anything and that you're not unique? Bullshit. Say that to the Zacian, who chose you as one of the heroes. Say that to Victor, who has a hard time standing against you in battle when no one else can. Say that to the insane amount of progress you've made to become a professor. Heck, you might just become one of the youngest professors!"
"(Y/N)... I- you really think that of me?" He asked, hope lacing his tone.
You nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his hand with your thumb. "Yes, and I really like you, Hop. Without even looking at what you've accomplished, I still like you. You could be the most ordinary person, and I'd still like you. You get what I'm saying? I'm attracted to you as a person for all of your amazing qualities and your adorable quirks. I like you because I feel a connection between us, and I just feel comfortable with you."
Hop chuckled, his bright smile returning to him as he blushed madly. He pulled you into a hug, and you immediately clung onto him.
"Thank you, (Y/N). I needed to talk to someone about this, and I just- thank you. I like you too, a lot. So, so much," he said. He pulled away from you. "So.. about that date?"
You laughed softly, leaning in to plant a small kiss to the corner of his lips. That alone made Hop's mind go blank as he chuckled with a smitten look on his face.
Maybe he wasn't Galar's ultimate winner, but why should he care when he already had everything he needed and wanted? Hop would be damned to let a gem such as yourself go, so he'd be selfish just this once and keep you for himself.
Hey, so I figured I could cross-post some of my favourite fics that I’ve written up on my Wattpad in the past. I know not everyone goes on Wattpad, so why not?
I dunno why I haven’t cross-posted them to Tumblr, since I’ve done it for Ao3. Oh well, better late than never, yeah?
Also, I really don’t mean to appear and disappear as much as I do. I’m doing alright, just adult life gets in the way of me being able to sit down and write like I used to, unfortunately. That’s just that. I may make a the occasional appearance, but I can’t pump stuff out as much as I used to. It makes me kinda sad, but that’s just life.
I hope you guys like my new icon! I still associate with my purple-haired, green-eyed gal as she is my self-insert, but I wanted something a little different, so I’ll be using Tauriel, a cyberpunk demon chick haha.
Artwork was commissioned from MakaKittenCreations, so go check ‘em out!
ooh, maybe you could do general nsfw headcanons for each team star member maybe?
Sure, I gotcha! I usually don’t do more than 3 characters per post, but I’ll make an exception here, since I simp heavily for Team Star. I’m not sure if you wanted me to include Penny or not, but I did.
• Giacomo is a man who loves to set the mood, and by that, I mean playlists. He has a few playlists consisting of sex-charged songs dedicated to intimate time spent with you. He plays the music at a reasonable volume, not being so loud that it would prevent him from hearing your sweet moans.
• He’s all for passionate make-out sessions, often matching the pace of whatever song is playing in the background. During those moments, Giacomo is quite fond of slotting himself right between your thighs, letting you feel how hard he is, yet not hurried to rectify his arousal, he’ll happily grind against you while keeping his lips on yours.
• French-kiss lover, and fuck, he’s good at it. Swiping his tongue against yours, licking the roof of your mouth, and sucking at your tongue as he pulls away from you, he does it all. He just loves to see you breathless with kiss-bruised lips.
• Listen, he’s got nipple piercings, and loves having you tease them. They’re so sensitive. Now, he kinda wants dick piercings, too.
• Giacomo loves watching you get yourself off by grinding on his thigh. He’ll have your panties pushed to the side so that he can feel the slick trail of your arousal accumulating and seeping through his pants. He’ll sit there and watch with a lazy smirk; there’s something so sexy about seeing you so desperate for him.
• Face down, ass up. That's how he typically likes to roll. Really, any kind of position where you're bent over, allowing him to take you from behind. Holding your head down, being able to grip your hips, pressing you down by placing his hand between your shoulder blades — he fucking loves it. Giacomo wants you to feel his whole body press down on yours as he bends down to place his lips near your ear as he fucks you.
• Giacomo is rather adventurous when it comes to sex, and he's down to experiment. Don't be afraid to open up to him about any fantasies and curiosities you may have; he's all ears and will thoroughly listen to you without any judgment. Really, he wants you to be as comfortable and open with him as you can.
• He secretly fantasizes about having you give him a public blowjob. Under a table, backstage, in a bathroom stall, you name it. The riskier the circumstances, the more the thought turns him on.
• Speaking of which, Giacomo is all about publicly teasing you, riling you up to leave you wanting him while in a situation where you know that you can't have him yet. The frustration building up in your eyes while you shoot him the most venomous of glares greatly amuses him. He'll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn't just brushing his thumb — ‘accidentally’ — against your heat when resting his hand against your inner thigh.
• Giacomo loves having full control over your orgasms. He'll gladly keep a vibrator pressed against your clit and edge you on for long periods of time, bringing you close to release, only to take it all away from you. He'll deny your orgasms over and over for hours if he feels like it. Giacomo is a very patient man, so don't challenge that theory; he will do that to you, and it's torturous.
• He also tends to overstimulate you, forcing you into multiple orgasms until you're nearly unconscious. If the bedsheets aren't soaked with your cum by the time he's done with you, then he hasn't done his job properly. And don't think that he's not above tying you down or using a spreader bar on you; he wouldn't want you to have the opportunity to push him away or shut your legs, now wouldn't he?
• "What? You wanted to cum, didn't you?"
• But don't worry, Giacomo takes your consent and boundaries very seriously. Safe words, safe gestures, he has it all in place with you. He'll check in with you often, wanting to know if you're still good to go, need a break or want to stop altogether. He's 100% respectful if you've had enough, stopping everything that he's doing to care for you and ensure your comfort. He'll never make you feel bad for stopping. He loves you so much, and your comfort comes before any kink.
• Mela can be either very rough or very soft during sex. There’s rarely an in-between, and it really depends on her mood. Due to her background, she does like being in control most of the time, but as your relationship grows and, by extension, she grows to trust you, she’ll let herself be more vulnerable with you.
• Mela’s breasts are on a smaller scale, which she’s not overly fond of. She’s been teased for it before by other women at the academy, which leaves her feeling rather self-conscious about taking off her bra during sex. You’ll have to reassure her lots — give her breasts lots of attention to show her that her size doesn’t matter, that she’s beautiful and perfect just the way she is. She will admit, however, that she does find it sexy that your hands can cover her whole chest because of her size, they’re like a perfect fit for your hands.
• She has a bit of a possessive streak, therefore, she loves leaving marks on your body. You often end up with deep purple marks on your neck and collarbone, and you may even get some bite marks. However, Mela’s favourite is when you have nice, big marks right on your inner thighs. She loves it when you wear shorts when sporting those marks, showing them to the world. However, she loves it even more when people look at them, only to avert their eyes with a blush when they realize just where her mouth had been right after leaving those marks.
• Mela loves to sit on your face. Grip at her thighs and help her grind her clit on your tongue; it’s a surefire way to get her to cum quickly, and honestly? It turns her on to hell and back to see your face and lips covered in her cum.
• She loves toys, especially strapons. When she feels like being in control, she’ll climb on top of you and fuck you into the bedsheets. She knows exactly which spots to hit, and she’ll make it her goal to make you squirt all over her thighs and sheets. She’s got a bit of a size kink, and so it’s gonna drive her crazy to see you taking a large-sized dildo.
• Similarly, if you fuck her with a large toy, she may cum on the spot if you make a comment about her being able to take it like a pro. She’s a little slim, and if you press down on her stomach, you might be able to feel the toy inside of her. It drives her nuts if you lean down and whisper in her ear how you can feel the toy deep inside of her.
• Mela has pulled you into a bathroom stall at the academy to make out with you and slip her hand into your panties to stimulate your clit. She didn’t stop when a group of women entered the bathroom.
• She’s an ass girl. Her hands will almost always be on your ass, thighs and hips, and she loves giving you some good smacks. You have ended up with hand-shaped marks before.
• She doesn’t have the words to describe how much seeing you in chokers gets her horny. It’s such a little, insignificant thing, but fuck, they accentuate your neck so perfectly.
• Mela also loves doing your makeup so that she can ruin it while fucking you. Whether it’s by making your mascara run down your face from tears of intense pleasure, or by smudging your lipstick from passionate kisses, she’s all for it.
• During your relationship, she ended up getting nipple piercings and a clit piercing. Mela stated that it’s because she thought they were cool, and while that is true, it’s also because she wanted to be sexier for you.
• Atticus is, overall, rather tender in bed with a romantic streak, but don't be mistaken — he will leave you panting, and shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm. The man knows how to please a woman.
• He's the king of foreplay and will take his time in getting you wet and ready for him. By the time the both of you make it to the main event, you'll be near orgasm from all his ministrations.
• Atticus always starts with slow kisses, caressing your body, but making sure to purposefully avoid your breasts and pussy. His hands will always inch close, making you think that he'll touch you, but he doesn't. When he finally does begin to touch you, it's light touches over your panties, giving your clit some teasing touches. He always loves to make note of the wet spot on the fabric.
• He is so vocal during sex. Atticus has some of the hottest moans you'll ever hear from a man, and he knows the effect his voice has on you. That being said, he's also vocal in the sense that he's always speaking to you, praising how beautiful you look while so full of him.
• Eye contact is a must for Atticus, and he will never break it. In fact, he'd rather fuck you in a position where he can see your pretty face and irises. Whether his head is between your thighs or he's thrusting into you, Atticus is looking at you. His gaze is intense and never fails to make your stomach tighten and your body heat up. If you end up looking away from him, Atticus will gently command you to look at him once again.
• Atticus is really into shower sex. He can be very finicky when it comes to hygiene, so getting intimate in the shower is perfect to make sure you're both clean. Making out in the steamy shower is a turn-on, and he loves pressing you against his body while doing so to make you feel all of his muscles.
• If you're shorter than him, he'll like having your hands pressed against the shower wall as he takes you from behind while gently wrapping his hand around your throat to pull your head back, allowing him to look at you. If you're taller than him, your back will be against the wall, leg propped atop his shoulder while he holds your wrists while thrusting into you.
• Attics likes hearing you beg for him, and here's the thing: Atticus always keeps his composure, never outwardly growing impatient, and so, he never rushes things. However, he loves riling you up so much, reducing you to a begging mess. He loves the contrast of your attitudes: him being calm, and you being in shambles.
• Something of which Atticus has grown fond is watching you masturbate. More precisely, he loves watching you masturbate as you follow his instructions. He'll be sitting in a chair, a few feet away from the bed, while you sit on the latter all spread out for his viewing pleasure. Atticus will be sitting cross-legged, chin resting on his hands as he watches you intently. He'll tell you, clearly, how he wants you to touch yourself, and the comfortable confidence in his tone rarely fails to make you obey without much effort, despite the ways he makes you tease yourself to prolong your orgasm.
• Aftercare king. It's so important to him, and Atticus will never fail to provide, even if you didn't do anything intense. He'll massage your thighs to ease the shaking after you cum, he'll clean up your mess and prepare a warm bath for you. While you bathe, he'll clean the sheet. Honestly — best boyfriend.
• Ortega can sometimes come across as a total pillow princess. He’ll lie there, arms crossed behind his head as he watches with a smirk while you do most of the work, desperately bouncing and grinding on him. And he’ll make it his goal to frustrate you by raising a brow, giving you some false, unimpressed glances as if you were boring him half to death. Hell, he’ll even make a snide comment about your performance. However, you can pick up on the strain in his voice, — although it’s rather subtle — really solidifying that he is having a hard time keeping his facade up because you really are bringing him pleasure. Besides, you’ve been with him long enough to know that it’s part of his play.
• That being said, he does like degradation. He’s a very snarky guy by nature, so it goes without saying that it applies in the bedroom. He’ll whisper the filthiest of things to you, but he does know of your boundaries and any insecurities you may have and won’t tread those grounds. As mean as he can be, Ortega isn’t cruel, either, and won’t hit you where it would deeply hurt.
• However, on the flip side, Ortega doesn’t like being hit with degrading comments during sex, and yes, he knows how hypocritical it sounds. He has so many insecurities, and it does stem from his extensive history of being a victim of bullying. So, please praise him. Give him the reassurance that he’s always needed, and he’ll be putty in your hands. Doing so often shifts the mood to something more romantic and intimate.
• Overall, he’s really into being worshipped to go along with the praise. You’ll get Ortega panting if you kiss, lick and tease every little area of his body. Leave a mark, while you’re at it — he won’t mind.
• Being a rich boy, Ortega often buys you some expensive yet scandalous sets of lingerie — garters and stockings are a weakness of his, and he’ll probably ask you to keep them on during sex. Put on a little show for him — do a little spin, touch and tease your body to get him all bothered. He might ask you to put on a little strip show for him.
• Ortega refuses to have sex anywhere other than his large, comfy bed. He’s not going to fuck you outside his bedroom. He might accept your own bedroom, depending on how comfortable your mattress is. Yeah, he is a lil’ snobby.
• He’s kind of into shibari? Nothing too intense, but he does love seeing pretty ropes accentuating your body, especially around your breasts. Huge turn on. He loves tying your body up with pinks and purples. They look the best on you, he thinks.
• Ortega rarely initiates sex, and it’s not because he has a low sex drive or doesn’t desire you. It’s quite the opposite, actually. It’s simply that the thought of coming across as desperate embarrasses him. You’ll be the one to initiate, most of the time, and you’ve gotten used to the signs his body involuntarily gives that tell you he’s in the mood. For example, he usually sits still and doesn’t fidget much, but when horny, his legs will be bouncing and his fingers will be tapping at his thighs or any other surface near. Of course, when you initiate sex with him, Ortega will mask his relief by telling you that ‘you’re so needy’.
• When he’s feeling a little playful, he might give you little bonks on your ass with his golden staff that he likes carrying around. That’s about the most public thing he’s willing to do to you.
• He’d bury himself alive — like, six feet below the ground — before admitting this, but he’s super curious about having you peg him. He’s not one to relinquish control much, but this is something he’s 100% let you do to him.
• She’s tall, she’s strong, she’s buff, and she looks like she could eat you alive, yet Eri is one of the kindest, most caring women you could ever meet. This nurturing side of hers plays a big role in the bedroom. Eri is all about your pleasure and comfort. She’s consistently watching your reactions, memorizing every inch of your body. She’s beyond attentive to you, watching for every twitch of your body, change in breathing and facial expressions as she hits your most sensitive spots. She commits every little detail to her memory, making sure to use all of it to her advantage to leave you breathless every time.
• She’s huge on consent; Eri will always be checking in on you, making sure that you’re enjoying yourself. The last thing she wants is for you to be uncomfortable.
• While she’s not into ageplay or anything of the like, being called ‘mommy’ turns her on much more than she will admit. It’s not something she outright admits to people; she knows that these terms can be uncomfortable to some. However, if you do end up calling her mommy of your own volition, it’s fucking over. You will have won her over.
• Eri’s breasts are on the larger side, though it’s not immediately apparent due to her often wearing a sports bra. They're not the most sensitive area of her body, but she still enjoys having you play with them. She loves being felt up, and don't even get her started on looking down at your pretty eyes while you suck her nipples. Huge turn-on.
• She has a bit of an oral fixation and could spend hours sliding her tongue between your folds. You want to sit on her face? Please, go right ahead — Eri has no objections to this. Hell, if you're okay with it, she'll drop to her knees and eat you out in some of the most random moments: while you're cooking, reading a book or watching TV, you name it.
• Similarly to Mela, Eri likes using strapons. However, Eri uses her strength to her advantage, here. She likes to lift you up to bounce you down on the silicone dick while she stands.
• Eri is also a fan of erotic massages. She often has sore muscles from her training, so may ask you for a massage, once in a while. If you're feeling a little naughty, don't be afraid to tease her breasts and thighs while you do so; it's a sure way to get her all bothered.
• She definitely likes to experiment with sex positions and has a book with a bunch of different positions to try out. You guys have a 'position wishlist'. Being rather strong, Eri is usually the one in control when it comes to the more demanding of positions.
• If you want to fuck her with a strapon, don't worry if you're not strong enough to hold her up in funky positions. She's totally fine with the more common positions. Whether it's missionary, doggy style or riding you — which she loves, by the way — she's all for it!
• Overall, super caring and fun girlfriend. Inside and out of the bedroom.
• It’s always the quiet ones that you’ve gotta watch out for, is what they say, isn’t it? Such a saying is most definitely applicable to Penny. Despite the shy and meek personality she publicly displays, behind closed doors, she has a bit of a freaky side. This side of hers is not something she shows very openly, and it will take the right person and a good amount of trust and comfort to get her to that point.
• Being a major, introverted anime fan, she’s explored many of the most obscure shows she could find to satiate her boredom and curiosity. So, it goes without saying that she’s come across a few hentai movies and series, and honestly? She likes them quite a bit. Not all of them, of course. Some were definitely extremely questionable.
• From vanilla hentai to ones that include tentacles or obscure kinks, she’s seen it all. Hell, she’s seen some… questionable monster-fucking pornos as well.
• And fanfiction? Yeah, she’s a huge smut reader. It’s a guilty pleasure of hers to read some of her favourite ships getting it on in the filthiest ways possible.
• But her most embarrassing secret — one that she will take to her grave — is that she loves reading any kind of smut fiction in which she can insert herself. More specifically, herself and a crush of her choice, and the main subject of her fantasies are you. She has plenty of her favourite stories bookmarked for easy access when she needs some imagination fuel when alone.
• She’s even got some documents of her own attempts at writing explicit fanfiction, though she keeps them to herself, never to be publicized. Plus, even though she wrote those specifically to insert herself and you into her fantasies, she never explicitly states either of your names. It helps her feel like less of a creep for pining over you to such a degree.
• Innocent? Absolutely not! But inexperienced? Most definitely. Despite the content she heavily consumes, despite the fantasies that turn her on, she’s never been with anybody, and so by extension, she’s never actually acted anything out with anyone.
• She secretly longs for you to be her first and to sexually corrupt her. Physically speaking, of course; she’s already rather mentally corrupt in that sense.
• When you do take that step with one another, you will be the one taking the lead during your first few times, but as time goes by, Penny’s confidence will grow, and she’ll be more at ease in taking the reins once in a while. She’ll grow to be a switch, but honestly? Once she gets a taste of being on top and in control, she really gets into it. Needless, to say that she does have a slight preference. Only slightly, though.
• She’s come to really enjoy mutual masturbation, with the both of you watching some sexual content while you lazily make out and grope at each other’s bodies.
• She’s a fan of sexual role-play and is open-minded to a plethora of different scenes to act out with you. One of her favourites is pretending that you’re completely innocent when it comes to sex, and she’s the one to sexually corrupt you. Penny is also fond of anime catgirls, so it goes without saying that she’s dolled you up in a set of cute ears and tails before.
• Toys have become pretty commonplace with Penny. Though mostly vibrators and dildos, she’s got different shapes and sizes that’ll cater to any moods and desires the both of you may be feeling at the moment. You’ve both definitely indulged in some more… exotic kinds of dildos. The ‘Bad Dragon’ kind of exotic.
• Her sex drive is slightly higher than average, but not by much.
I’ve definitely gotten more requests on here than I had anticipated, haha.
But still, I’m at a reasonable number that won’t overwhelm me too much. So with that being said, I’ll be closing up requests very shortly as to catch up and not bring myself on the verge of a burnout.
So, I’ll open up for maybe, like, 3 more? So, if you’ve got something, in mind, send it in!
• Summary: The thought of having surgery terrified you, and there was no way around it: you had to go through with it. With your anxiety spiking, only getting worse as the fateful day approached, your husband made it his goal to relax you and get your mind off of everything.
• Genre: | NSFW | Comfort |
• Pairing: Larry X Fem!Reader
• Content Warnings/Tags: | Mentions of Surgery | Anxiety | Vaginal Fingering | Breast Play | Softdom!Larry | Foreplay | Bathing Together | Pre-Established Relationship | Lots of Teasing |
• Word Count: 6,596
• Requester: MysteriousLostOne
This was sent in by a Wattpad requester who needed comfort regarding their upcoming tonsillectomy surgery.
I took a more softdom approach. I'm not sure if this is a direction you wanted me to take with the smut, but I felt as though this fit the situation the best. I honestly headcanon Larry as a softdom, so he'd be all about his partner's pleasure. Also, I headcanon that he's really good with his hands? I dunno why, I just do.
Surely, this wasn't healthy.
The furious clicking of laptop keys was the only sound resonating from your position in the living room, leaving you in an ambience so quiet and uncomfortable that you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat. It had you on edge.
Your eyes — heavy from countless sleepless nights — dragged across the dimly-lit screen, scanning the words over and over again until they were welded into one, unintelligible and jumbled scribble, no longer resembling sentences. You weren't sure if the cause lied in your fatigue, your stress, or the fact that, during that moment, the concept of blinking seemed so foreign to you that your eyes were unbelievably dry. A combination of all three? Most likely. But all you knew was that reading had become incredibly hard. Blinking, you backed out of the page, rapidly typed another question into a search engine, clicked a new link, and began the gruelling process all over again.
Your muscles had been so tense that you thought you would be locked into this hunched-over posture for the rest of your days. Your unoccupied hand suffered little crescent-shaped marks as nails dug into the skin of your palm, all the while your teeth ground together so harshly that you felt as though you would manage to file them down.
Yeah, this definitely wasn't healthy.
Glancing over at the clock displayed in the corner of your screen, you sighed upon realizing just how late it was. You had done it again — thrown away your well-being and much-needed sleep in an attempt to comb the internet for answers that would offer you peace of mind. The end result was, admittedly, quite the opposite.
You sat straight in a single, swift movement — a bad decision on your part. You hissed in pain as you felt every bone in your body weep from the sudden change in posture. As you slumped in your chair, arms hanging limply at your side, you felt a moist nose nuzzling against your dangling hand. Looking down, your beloved Dachsbun, that had been resting at your feet, sensed your distress. Hell, it's all she had been feeling from you for the last few days, beady eyes blinking at you in concern.
Your fingers gently dug into her smooth skin, rubbing her lovingly in an attempt to ease her concerns and lull her back to sleep.
"It's okay. Everything's okay," you said. Your tone lacked conviction — it was a failure of an attempt to comfort yourself and your pokémon.
She shook her body, making you catch a whiff of her aroma — like freshly-baked bread — in an attempt to make you happy. You smiled, rubbing her cheeks, and the sight of a smile, no matter how little, was enough to make her wag her tail happily, proud of her contribution. While it wouldn't fully quell your worries, it was the thought that counted, and you did genuinely appreciate it.
You lifted your head, lips falling into a frown as your gaze met the calendar. It was involuntary, and although the calendar itself hung from the fridge all the way in the kitchen, you could still zero in on the bright, red marker circling a date. It was the day of your scheduled surgery.
In a little less than 48 hours, you would be in the hospital, unconscious, with doctors — strangers, nonetheless — shoving sharp tools inside your mouth, nearly down your throat, to remove your tonsils. The thought made you cringe, and Arceus, you had been counting the days, hours, and minutes until the day arrived. It was all you could think about, no matter how hard you tried to file the thoughts away in the deepest pits of your mind; they always found their way back to you, taunting you.
You had never had surgery, and never have you ever considered that you would have to go through such a thing. Such a medical procedure was unknown to you, and perhaps that was what frightened you the most: not knowing what to expect.
Every single time you tried to project a positive, reassuring thought, it would be immediately fanned by the more potent, anxiety-filled 'what ifs'.
C'mon, (Y/N), these are trained, medical professionals. They know what they're doing!
Yeah, but what if something goes wrong? They're only human, and mistakes happen. What if you happen to get that one surgeon who hasn't been working for very long — that one inexperienced person of the lot?
Hey, (Y/N), don't worry so much. You'll be under anesthesia. You'll be unconscious; you won't even know what's happening. I bet it'll be over before you even know it.
But hear me out: what if the anesthesia doesn't work well on you? Haven't you heard the stories of people not being able to go to sleep during operations? Maybe that'll happen to you. Now, that would be freaky, huh? And if it does end up working, what if you don't wake up?
It'll be painless. Most websites you've consulted reported that most people who have gone through tonsillectomy didn't feel any kind of severe pain after the procedure. That gives you hope, right?
Uh-huh. Most, not all. Y'see... you've also read that about fourteen percent of patients have reported being in pain for the weeks following the procedure. What if you're part of that fourteen percent? And let's not forget the possibility of nausea, fever and bad breath. That doesn't sound like fun. And wasn't there a website highlighting pain as a 'common problem'?
And the headache was back. You rubbed at your temples as your mind fired at you all the worst-case scenarios regarding the surgery.
You remembered when you had first been to the hospital regarding complications within your tonsils, but then one visit turned into two, and then three. Your condition was chronic, affecting your daily life, and surgery was your best option to rectify that. You remembered the sympathetic look the nurse had given you upon seeing the reluctance and fear flashing across your features, even as you agreed to the procedure.
You questioned your decision, truly. Did you really need to go through with this? You could just... suck it up and endure your health complications, right? Of course, the answer was a resounding no, but at that moment, your fear was turning you irrational.
You could just imagine the deadpan your husband would give you if you ever voiced that thought to him. Now that managed to pull a slight chuckle out of you.
Unfortunately, that amusing thought quickly vanished, being replaced by plenty more questions and worries — both old and new. You heard Dachsbun whine as your hand abandoned her head, and as if in a trance, you immediately went back to your laptop with the overwhelming urge to satiate your mind with answers. Would those answers eradicate your fears? Probably not, but you couldn't help yourself.
Had you been in the right state of mind, you might have heard the front door unlocking, signalling the return of your ever-so-busy husband. The front-door lock had always been particularly fussy; it took a lot of fumbling to get the key turning properly, always causing a bit of a ruckus, but you had been so concentrated that you hadn't registered the noise.
Larry had managed to unlock the door, stepping into your shared home with a displeased huff escaping him, especially when he struggled to get the damned key out of the lock. He sighed, rather nasally, with eyes shut tight as he ran a hand across his face. Get that lock changed, he noted to himself. Another task to add to the list, he thought miserably.
The pitter-patter of paws, accompanied by claws clicking against the floor, caught his attention. Dachsbun had come up to greet him, sitting at his feet as she patiently waited for some head pats; the sweet pokémon definitely succeeded in bringing the smallest of smiles to his face. She seemed to know how tired he was when coming home from his long hours of work, and she respected his need for some quiet. As much as Larry knew that she wanted to bounce and bark excitedly, she didn't. You had raised her with some good manners.
He gently set his briefcase on the ground and leaned down to give her some well-deserved scratches behind the ears, muttering his pleasure to see her underneath his breath.
"It's late. You should go to bed," he told her, and as if on cue, she yawned, before turning around and heading to her bed.
As he took off his shoes, Larry relished in the silence, thankful to be away from his coworkers' never-ending gossip and the continuous workload he received from his boss. He wondered if you had gone to bed, as he couldn't hear a sound, not even the sound of the television you liked to keep on to serve as background noise.
Though, as he rounded the corner and stepped into the living room, his assumptions were quickly debunked. He watched, rather blankly, at your hunched-over form. You hadn't turned to greet him with open arms, nor had you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as you welcomed him home — your usual routine. You were completely oblivious to your surroundings, your mind having blocked off any interferences coming from outside your bubble.
Larry pulled the sleeve of his suit, bringing his wrist closer to his face to inspect his watch. His eyes darted back to you for a moment as he quirked a brow upon seeing just how late it was. He sighed — for what felt like the hundredth time today — as he took in your tensed-up figure. From within the screen's reflection, he could see the deep bags underneath your glossy eyes. Your forehead was covered with creases, and although your face was void of any emotion, Larry could feel the immense stress radiating off of you — stress that could put his own to shame.
He shook his head, features softening as he sighed once more. This time, the sound held grief. Larry knew just how hard the last few days had been for you, how much your upcoming surgery terrified you to hell and back. He heavily sympathized with you. To see his beloved wife in such a state broke his heart; it really did.
He ran his hand through his hair, feeling guilt welling up in the pit of his stomach as he thought of you going through so much emotional turmoil alone while he was off at work. Although he knew you would never blame him for such a situation, it didn't stop Larry from cursing out his ridiculous work schedule.
He could ignore his gossiping coworkers, he could remain stone-faced when confronted with his boss, and he could tackle his workload head-on, but the one thing Larry couldn't overlook was your anguish.
As softly as he could, not wanting to startle you out of your skin, he spoke up.
"You're going to end up looking like me if you keep this up," he said.
You had definitely been caught off guard as you whirled in your chair, turning towards your husband's voice. Larry nearly winced as he heard your muscles popping from the sudden movement.
"Easy there, dear, it's just me," Larry said.
"Larry! When did you get home? I didn't even hear the door,'' you said, getting up to embrace him.
He returned the gesture, lovingly rocking you from side to side in a gentle manner. You closed your eyes, enjoying the contact. It was much needed. Stuck in your bubble of dread, you had been going insane with the free-for-all your intrusive thoughts were having with one another. The presence of your husband brought some much-needed warmth and positivity to you.
He had noticed the way your voice quivered, nearly coming out slurred and unclear in a weary drawl, yet shaking with a rasp that told him you may have been somewhat dehydrated.
"How was work?" You asked, though your words were somewhat muffled by his clothing.
"Long. S'good to be home, but let's not talk about that too much," Larry said. He didn't want to overwhelm you with his work stress; it was the last thing you needed at the moment.
Larry realized how wobbly you were, practically being weightless against him —like you seemed ready to fall asleep right then and there.
"Why don't you sit down?" Larry said, pulling away while keeping a light grip on your shoulders. "I'll get changed out of these clothes, then I'll join you."
You nodded, flopping back down onto your computer chair as Larry made his way to the bedroom.
After sifting through the comically large quantity of identical suits, he found some comfier, casual clothing. Throwing today's suit in the hamper, he wasted no time heading back into the living room, where he was rather displeased at the sight of you still looking up surgery online. Larry didn't blame you for it, but still, you were torturing yourself.
"Didn't I tell you? You'll look like me at this pace," he said, standing behind you.
You tilted your head back, raising a questioning brow at Larry. "How so?"
Larry's index smoothed over your forehead's skin; the gentle gesture caused you to close your eyes for a moment.
"For one, the stress wrinkles," he said before moving his thumb to rub at the curve between your eyelid and cheek. "And the eye bags, of course."
You laughed softly. "I guess that's fair. The look is handsome on you, though. Figured I may as well try it for myself, you know?"
"Charmer as always," he said.
"I know what you're gonna say," you started before Larry could get a word in. "I just can't help it — doing this," you said, vaguely gesturing towards your laptop for emphasis.
"And why so?" Larry questioned, despite knowing the answer.
"I just wanna try to reassure myself that everything's gonna be alright. It's happening soon, you know?" You said.
"I do know, but how is that working out for you?" He asked.
"Well..." you trailed off.
He rubbed at your shoulders, making you sigh contentedly. "I know, honey. Your concerns are understandable, and I know that saying that 'everything will be okay,' probably won't ease your worries much, but neither is what you're doing to yourself."
"Yeah, I know that you're right, but still," you sighed, slumping in your chair as his hands turned you into a soft, boneless pile. "What if something goes wrong?"
"And what if your life quality improves afterwards? What if you finally get to sleep at night? What if your pain fades away? That's what this procedure will do for you. I know you want to get better, and I want to see you get better as well. It's a minor and common procedure with great results. You'll do great," Larry said.
Larry caught your lips curling into a small smile. Good, he thought. Positivity, hope, support and encouragement were what you needed, and Larry would do everything in his power to provide you with those feelings. He probably couldn't make the fear fully vanish, but he could help relax you and put you in a more zen state of mind.
"Will you be with me?" You asked.
"Always."
You knew he would. Still, it helped reassurance settle in your heart upon hearing the confirmation leave his mouth.
"I'll be right back," Larry said, placing a soft kiss atop your head before disappearing into the bathroom.
You sat there in waiting, nearly unmoving. Now that your husband had begun pulling you from your miserable, lonely space, and occupying your mind with good thoughts, fatigue started catching up to you. You remained nearly limp, eyelids heavy and dropping every so often.
Your ears registered movement coming from the bathroom. Water was running, and you could hear Larry rummaging through some of the drawers. Footsteps could be heard in the hallways before becoming distant as Larry entered your bedroom, seemingly to grab something, before heading back into the bathroom.
Eventually, the water stopped flowing, and the sound of Larry approaching you once more caught your attention, causing you to turn to him. You watched quizzically as he pushed your laptop screen down, not bothering to fully turn it off.
He held his hand out to you. "Come on, follow me."
You complied, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet before guiding you into the bathroom.
The scene was a pleasant surprise. A warm bath awaited you. The lights had been dimmed, and the colour's temperature had been modified, leaving the room in a calming hue that reminded you of a sunset. Lining the counter were your favourite scented candles, and you could already pick up their pleasant aroma. To top it off, Larry's phone was connected to a small speaker; the device's music application shuffled through a playlist of soothing music. The volume wasn't overwhelming, being perfect in your books.
It was a simple yet perfect atmosphere, and Larry, being the resourceful and efficient man he was, had pulled this off rather quickly.
You looked at your husband, smiling up at him and pointing to you as if asking 'for me?' Maybe a little dumb on your part as it was an obvious 'yes', but you'd blame it on the tiredness. Besides, the soft chuckle from Larry told you that he found your gestures amusing, so perhaps you weren't completely making an ass out of yourself.
"I'm sorry I'm not around as much as I'd like to be, especially when you're going through a lot lately," he started, stepping in front of you.
You shook your head. "It's not your fault. You know I don't villainize you for your work, right?"
"I know you don't. But I'm here now, and I want to help you relax," he said.
You shifted on your feet as his larger hands glided down your shoulders, slipping past your collarbones but just barely missing your breasts. They trailed down, tracing the curvature of your body before settling on your hips, thumbs and index fingers hooking into the hem of your top.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes," you said.
With consent given, you lifted your arms as he pulled your top over your head. You hadn't been wearing a bra all day, so his hands immediately went back to your hips, pulling your pants down, of which you stepped out once they had pooled at your feet.
You stood bare, your entire being heating up as Larry's hands soothingly caressed the skin of your outer thighs. His eyes roamed your body, appraising it. The admiration in his eyes would never cease to amaze you. He continued — even after years had gone by — to look at you as if it were the very first time he's seen you nude.
"In you go, beautiful," he said, gesturing towards the tub. "I've put a bit of that Epsom salt you like so much."
You happily complied, nearly purring in delight as your skin hit the warm water. You needed this — so badly. You wondered if you'd still be hunched over your laptop if Larry hadn't stepped in when he did. Probably.
"You're not joining me?" You wondered.
"If that's what you want, I will in a moment," he said.
You nodded. Your tub was rather spacious, so having the both of you in there would not cause any complications. And honestly? You were craving any form of intimacy and contact with your husband. His presence was just wondrous.
"Okay. Just relax. I'll be back in five minutes," he said, exiting the bathroom.
You hummed in acknowledgement. You sunk a bit further into the water, fully stretching your legs and sighing as you physically felt the tension leave your muscles. Although it had been just a few days since you had felt this kind of peace, you swore it had been years — a reminder of how burdened and upset you had been.
Your head softly swayed to the beat of the music, closing your eyes as you hummed the familiar tune. You smiled upon realizing that, behind your closed eyelids, your mind and imagination summoned positive imagery. It was a nice change. For the last few days, you could barely close your eyes without imagining horrific scenarios.
Larry had re-entered the bathroom, carrying a mug of what seemed to be warm, freshly made tea — the scent was unmistakable.
"Careful, it's still hot," he said, placing the mug down on the border of the tub. "It's chamomile. Supposed to help relax, and I know you like this stuff."
You looked at him with hearts dancing in your eyes. "Thank you, honey. You're way too good to me."
Larry smiled — bless him for taking care of you. Underneath the brooding exterior, there was a genuinely loving and sweet man. The saying 'don't judge a book by its cover' had a lot of merits.
"Are you coming?" You asked.
"You sure? I wouldn't want to invade your space," he asked.
You looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, baby? I want you here. Plus, I'm sure it'd do you some good too."
"I can't argue there," he said.
As Larry began to undress, you scooted over to give him room. You didn't stay in your lane for very long, though. As soon as he had made himself comfortable, you positioned yourself in front of him, pressing your back against his chest.
"Isn't this nice?" You said, reaching for your tea and taking a sip. "Thanks for being here for me — for everything."
"No need to thank me. I love you to the moon and back, and I hate seeing you so troubled," Larry said, giving you a kiss near your ear. His breath hitting you made you shiver; if he felt it, he didn't comment on it.
"I love you too."
Larry didn't know much about massage therapy, yet he still did his best to press his hands in a claw-like manner to your shoulders. While his thumbs pressed against either side of the trapezius, his other digits were against your collarbones. He drew your muscles upwards with consistent pressure, making sure to squeeze and lift as opposed to pinching so that he didn't hurt you. Upon feeling his hands working the knots, you leaned forwards to give him better access.
In reality, Larry wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but judging by the way you were swaying in his hold and — if he focused his hearing enough — the small moans escaping you, he supposed he was doing some decent work.
His hands met the full length of your shoulders, kneading the muscles while being careful to avoid pressing directly on any of your bones. Your neck received the same treatment, and he could feel you shiver as goosebumps appeared on your skin; your neck had always been quite sensitive.
"Feels good?" Larry asked.
"Yess," you said, slurring the singular word as a moan threatened to pass your lips.
"Good," Larry said, making you suck in a breath at his low tone.
"Ah!" You softly moaned in surprise, shoulders jolting up as Larry pressed a kiss to your neck. Your surprise soon faded, though, being replaced by contentment as you smiled, pressing yourself further into your husband.
A hand found itself in your hair, gently tugging and prompting you to tilt your head to the side. You complied, offering your neck to Larry. Pleased, he kissed your flesh with more fervour, letting out some small hums as he lavished you. His hands glided down your shoulders before gripping at both your biceps, and as he sucked a particularly sensitive area, your breath hitched, your back arching as your eyes became heavy.
The warm water was not the sole cause of the feverish heat coursing your body.
You giggled softly as Larry ran his fingers along your upper abdomen, right underneath your breasts, all the while dipping his other hand into the water to stroke your thigh. The digits resting on your abdomen twitched, accidentally leaving a ghost of a touch lingering upon your chest.
"Sorry," he apologized for the accidental touch.
You turned your head, giving him a good view of your parted lips and hazy eyes. "I'm not complaining."
"That so?" He mused, parting with your neck for a split second.
You hummed, once more facing forwards, though you soon jolted.
"Larry!" You exclaimed as you felt him nibble at your neck.
"Yes?" He asked. It almost sounded innocent, but you knew better.
You shakily exhaled when you felt Larry run his tongue along your flesh, soothing the little love bites he gave you. As he dragged his tongue along your pulse point, you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped you at the erotic feeling; you wondered if he had felt your heartbeat quicken. Your chest heaved, feeling ridiculously sensitive. It had been a little while.
You managed to get Larry to let go of your neck, which you were sure was red and tender from the attention. Pressing both your hands to his cheeks, you guided him to your lips. Soft and sensual, Larry kissed you like you were one to be worshipped. Fighting against the immense lust fuelling his being, he remained controlled — seeking unity and intimacy.
You lacked oxygen; the passionate exchange knocked the breath out of you, but still, you kept going. There was no way you were pulling away — not now. You wanted this to last for as long as your lungs could handle it.
You parted your lips, inviting him in. The graze of Larry's tongue against yours ignited a flame, the heat of which went straight between your legs. You exhaled a hot breath against him, moaning your approval of his actions.
Pulling away for some much-needed air, Larry cupped your cheek, holding eye contact with you that had your face heating. He had you in a trance. On one hand, you'd be damned to break his passionate gaze, but on the other hand, he had you shaking, almost feeling small compared to him. It was exhilarating.
"Turn your neck, dear. Wouldn't want it to get stiff again, huh?" Larry said, his thumb lightly tapping at your chin as he prompted you to turn.
You nodded.
"Good, good," he said, pulling you even closer to his body and making sure you were comfortable. "Let me take care of you. You won't have to lift a finger."
You smiled. "Go ahead."
"Keep your eyes closed, and keep a clear mind," he said.
You hummed. "Okay."
Larry didn't need a blindfold, nor did he need any other physical means to bind you. The power of his voice and command alone could keep you bounded, immediately complying with his demands because you put your full trust in him. An enviable dynamic.
Your senses had heightened. You picked up the laboured sound of your husband's breathing, excited and desperate to feel you — please you. Every little touch had your skin tingling in pleasure, no matter how small the gesture was. Every kiss to your neck and shoulders, every drag of his tongue against your skin, every breath that fanned against your ears — all those little things had your thighs clenching together.
Thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts before slowly trailing up to glide against your nipples. Although the touch was light, barely a second, they immediately hardened. You arched your back, making your chest pop a bit more — a silent plea to your husband.
"Patience, love," he murmured in your ear. "I promise it'll come soon."
You nodded, but not without a small moan escaping you at the promise of pleasure. With your eyes still shut, you readjusted your back.
Humming his approval at your obedience. His lips were attached to your neck once again, occasionally moving to your ear lobes. You could hear his soft groans loud and clear, feeling his breath on the sensitive skin; it gave you a full-body shiver, nearly making you spasm.
His larger hands sensually massaged different areas of your breasts, starting at the tops before moving to the sides to end up at the bottoms. His movements were slow, yet calculated, not yet groping or grabbing, keeping you on the edge of anticipation and craving more.
Larry paid particularly close attention to your reactions: the way your breath hitched whenever his fingers would inch ever so close to your nipples, the way your hips shifted as your arousal built, the way your body subconsciously leaned into his touch, subtly aiming for more attention.
When he had you writhing, whimpering in a plea, Larry's hands finally took hold of your breasts, immediately igniting a fire in you as you threw your head back onto his shoulder. The way his hands covered your chest had you biting your lip — a perfect fit. He had a firm hold, yet he knew just the right pressure to have. He squeezed, but never tugged; his hold was gentle. And when you were moaning and ready, his thumbs moved to your nipples, though he focused more of his attention on the areolas. His fingers traced the sensitive circles to offer you the most stimulation he possibly could, making sure no parts of your body went untouched. Your nipples didn't go without attention either as your husband gently squeezed them between his thumbs and pointer fingers, rolling and giving them some slight tugs.
"A-Ah... Larry, please," you begged. Although the water had lost its initial warmth, the heat from your and Larry's arousal kept the room at searing temperatures, as if the water had never begun cooling down in the first place.
You could feel him, hard against your lower back, and you couldn't help but reach behind you, wrapping your fingers around his erection. You could feel him twitch at your touch.
"Hands off," he whispered in your ear.
His gruff tone had your hips shifting as you felt yourself becoming even more aroused. It wasn't a request, it was a demand. You immediately obeyed, hand retreating back to your body; you supposed that he was serious when he said that he'd take care of you.
You squirmed as one of his hands abandoned your chest, slowly — agonizingly slowly — gliding down your stomach before dipping under the water. You closed your eyes, eagerly waiting for his hand to slide between your legs. But you didn't get what you wanted; Larry skipped your pussy, but not without purposefully brushing against your clit before placing his hand on your inner thigh.
You groaned, shooting a pleading glance at Larry. He cocked his head to the side, smirking as he gripped your thigh. He was so close to your heat, but taking his time with you was something he greatly enjoyed
"Larry... just touch me. Please," you pleaded.
"I am touching you," Larry said, making you groan.
"You know what I mean..." you said.
You moaned when Larry captured your lips in another passionate kiss, slipping his tongue inside of your mouth and flicking it against the roof, making you giggle against his lips at the tickling sensation. You licked his tongue, making him groan in satisfaction. The sound made your pussy ache, only making you crave his touch more. His hand still rested on your inner thigh, fingers stroking soft patterns that both frustrated you and made your heart flutter.
Finally, he moved, though again, he was set on teasing you. He pressed his hand against your pussy, but he didn't quite move yet. Instead, he made sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to make you whimper in anticipation.
"You're being a tease," you whined, spreading your legs further — a feeble attempt in getting him to stimulate your clit.
"I know."
You couldn't help but grind against his hand. The friction his palm provided was mild, but it was just enough pleasure that your chest heaved as sparks coursed your veins. Larry let you have a bit of fun, knowing that it still wasn't enough to make you cum — you were only growing that much more desperate in doing so.
His fingers traced your labia before gently pressing down. He glided the flesh in slow circles, giving your clit some more indirect stimulation. You moaned, tongue nearly lolling out of your mouth; your pent-up desire was making you overly sensitive to even the slightest of touches. It felt just as good as direct touch, and you could only writhe at the thought of just how good you'll feel when you finally get that sweet release.
"Okay, okay," Larry cooed. "I think I should let you unwind, now."
"Mhm..." you hummed, delirious.
His fingers brushed your entrance, ever-so-slightly dipping inside as to gather your slick. Even in the water, Larry could distinctively feel how wet you were. His index circled the area around your clit, making your legs quiver in pleasure, and when he finally glided against it, you moaned loudly.
He could feel how hard your clit was, immediately twitching at his featherlight touch. You wouldn't last very long in this state, he thought. Your body was overflowing with built-up arousal, threatening to burst into an earth-shattering orgasm.
"Hm... I'll make you cum using only my fingers," Larry mused. It was a statement; Larry knew how to please his woman, and knew how skilled he was with his hands.
You threw your head back, softly moaning as Larry finally rubbed your clit in an up-and-down motion, using both his index and middle fingers. His touch was light, not applying much pressure so as to not overstimulate you, and his pace was steady — not too fast, nor too slow; it was perfect. He wrapped his free arm around your chest, arm and hand covering your chest as he pushed you back against him.
"Yeah... yes, please!" You moaned. "You're — fuck — so good with your h-hands!"
He chuckled before humming in approval into your ear.
You couldn't get over the feeling of your man's hand on your pussy like this. It was so much better than trying to masturbate the stress away all on your lonesome. He knew what he was doing, and Larry's full attention was on you. He was focused on you and you only, taking pleasure in your pleasure.
Your back arched, the building orgasm not only brought on by his steady, consistent pace on your clit, but also accentuated by his tongue on your neck, and his thumb rolling your nipple.
Then, he slipped inside your pussy, and knowing your body by heart, he wasted no time in feeling up to that sensitive little spot. He curled his fingers, sliding them in and out and making sure to never miss your G-spot. He wasn't done, thumb extending to rub against your clit in tune with the pumping of his fingers.
"That feels good, doesn't it, darling?" He asked.
Your answer came out jumbled, nearly incomprehensible. It was somewhere between a slurred 'yes' and a moan, making Larry chuckle at the way you were losing yourself — losing your whole composure as your body submitted to him.
You muttered incoherent curses under your breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure. You tried chanting your husband's name, but the words caught in your throat as he hit all the right areas.
Larry hummed, loving the lewd noises sounding from you, loving how he was the cause of them. He could practically feel you becoming wetter by the second with every thrust, walls fluttering around his fingers every so often as your sensitive clit twitched underneath his touch. He sped up his treatment when your moans became louder as you attempted to grind on his hand. He was, however, careful as to not get carried away and get too rough with you.
Your toes curled as your hands shot out of the water to grip at the tub's edges. Your breathing grew more laboured, thighs tightening as tension rapidly built in your core. Your moans echoed off the bathroom walls, and if you focused your ears enough, you were certain that you could hear the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy underneath the water.
"Hm? You gave me a nice squeeze, there. You're going to cum soon," he said. Again, it was a statement; he knew damn well you were on the edge of an orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop!" You moaned loudly.
"Shh... I won't. I've got you," Larry said. "Cum all over my fingers. Don't hold back."
Your whole body was on edge as shockwaves pumped through your veins in time with your rapid heartbeat. Your entire being stiffened as tension overtook your core, overflowing and no longer able to hold anymore. You didn't bother holding it; you weren't able to make the pleasure last any longer, and so you greedily released your orgasm as you felt your walls erratically flutter while your clit pulsed underneath Larry's finger.
"There you go. Good, good, that's it," Larry whispered to you in a husky tone.
As your orgasm began to dull, Larry slowed his actions to not overstimulate you before completely stilling. Bringing his hand back up, he wrapped his arms around you, gently rocking you as he lovingly caressed your body. He watched adoringly as you rode out your orgasm.
Coming down from your high, your breathing stabilized, and your mind was able to focus on your surroundings once more. Turning your head, you pressed a sweet kiss to Larry's lips, pouring all of your gratitude and love into the exchange, which he happily reciprocated.
You hadn't realized that you had begun to drift off until your head jolted up after falling forward. You were fighting drowsiness, and if your fatigue was catching up to you earlier, it was beating you down now.
You had been so out of it that you barely registered Larry taking care of you, getting you ready for bed. He drained the tub, helping you back to your feet. He took care of drying you off, helping you into your favourite, clean pyjamas that he had laid out on the counter. He quickly dried and dressed himself, peeking back at you every so often to make sure you wouldn't fall over.
Turning off the music and blowing the candles out, he guided you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom where he laid you down, tucking you in as he pulled the blanket over your body. It was then that you began registering what was happening.
"Wait," you said, your words slurring in a show of fatigue. "What about'chu?"
You felt bad; your husband had done everything to give you heavenly pleasure, but you hadn't lifted a single finger to do the same.
Yet, Larry just smiled down at you, gently playing with strands of your hair. "Don't worry, honey. This was about you. This is what I wanted."
"I feel bad..."
"Don't," he simply said.
"M'kay," you said with a dopey smile. You didn't argue — didn't have the energy for it — and you fully believed him when he said that he wanted this.
"You needed some stress relief, an outlet for all of those anxieties of yours," he said.
You looked at him with near-sparkling eyes, as if he were an angel walking amongst mortals. "Thank you. Love you so much. I swear t'Arceus you're perfect."
He chuckled. Though you were delirious, he knew that you meant every word. "I'm not, but thank you. I love you too."
"I'll make it up to you t'morrow. Wanna make you feel as good as you did for me," you said, eyes closing.
Larry smiled. Seeing you so peaceful for the first time in a while brought him happiness that he couldn't put into words. This is what he wanted, this is what you deserved.
"I'll hold you to that. Now, sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," he said, leaning down to kiss your head.
You gave a final smile before finally drifting off. You could close your eyes without your demons coming to taunt you. Your head was clear, and you were sure that you'd have nothing but nice dreams.
I'll be here when you wake up, is what he said. It was your firm belief that this sentence would apply to your surgery. He'd be there for you before you'd go to sleep, and he'd still be there after you'd wake up.
just realized that this is not actually a new blog omg my mistake!! ignore that last part of my prev ask 🙏
You’re fine, no worry! After well over a year of not being active on here, I’ve been doing some revamping on the blog from brand spankin’ new start. So, in a way, this feels like a whole new blog. To me, at least. 😄
Self-explanatory, but this is where you can see the requests that I am or will be working on. There isn't a particular order that I'm doing them in. You can see their progress status as well. You can also see personal ideas of mine that I'm working on.
Give me time to update the list as I get requests.
• Prompt: Atticus with a reader who's into musicals, with Atticus making outfits for the reader's performance pokémon.
• Status: 1/5
2.
• Requester: -H4DEZ
• Pair: Giacomo X Reader
• Genre: SFW, Fluff
• Prompt: A foreign reader, new to the region, gets lost and accidentally wanders into Team Star's Dark Crew base. The crew mistakes the reader's intentions as an attack and have the boss make an appearance to deal with you.
• Status: 0/5
3.
• Requester: Elwiwixdddd
• Pair: Turo X Reader
• Genre: NSFW, AU
• Prompt: Cinio being flirtatious with reader all day annoys the hell out of Turo. Jealous sex.
• Status: 0/5
4.
• Requester: spicypurritonugget
• Pair: Turo X Reader
• Genre: NSFW, AU
• Prompt: Turo and reader work together and make an amazing discovery. In the excitement, kisses happen, which lead to more.
• Status: 0/5
5.
• Requester: sunygcswan
• Pair: Grusha X Reader
• Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
• Prompt: After Grusha's career-stopping injury, he and the reader have a falling out, and Grusha breaks off their relationship. They meet again years later when reader is taking in the gyms.
• Status: 1/5
6.
• Requester: Crystal_Frost_
• Pair: Iono X Reader
• Genre: Hurt/Comfort
• Prompt: Reader is a streamer and gets hurtful messages. Cue Iono comforting the reader.
• Status: 1/5
7.
• Requester: My_Beautiful_Harem
• Pair: Rika X Reader
• Genre: Fluff
• Prompt: Reader has newly-evolved Sandaconda that they are struggling to raise. They browse forums dedicated to ground-type pokemon where they meet Rika. Rika becomes a tutor to the reader.
• Status: 0/5
8.
• Requester: Anime2Mangalover
• Pair: Arven X Parental!Reader
• Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic
• Prompt: Arven gets adopted by the reader.
• Status: 1/5
Tumblr Requests
• Tsundere Mela being in denial about her feelings for fem!reader (0/5)
• Giacomo with an S/O who’s a dancer (0/5)
• Eri with a tiny and delicate girlfriend (0/5)
• Iono X Streamer!Reader who are friendly rivals and fans ship them (2/5)
• Hassel teaching his daughter about dragon Pokémon (0/5)
• Arven X Hassel’s Daughter!Reader (0/5)
• Giacomo X Reader NSFW where they are horny at the wrong time and place (0/5)
• Atticus who makes clothes for his S/O’s small Pokémon (0/5)
• Larry with an S/O who is plain like him but loves ghost Pokémon (0/5)
• Penny getting hyped by Team Star to confess to the reader (0/5)
• General NSFW HCs for Team Star (2/5)
Non-Requested Stories
1. Iono
• Title: Cam Models
• Pairing: Iono X Fem!Reader
• Genre: NSFW
• Summary: Fearing for Iono's reputation to be reduced to shambles, you had never allowed her to join in on one of your camming sessions, despite her continuous pleas. But after coming up with a compromise that satisfied you both, you finally agreed to indulge her.
2. Arven
• Title: 'Till Death Do Us Part
• Pairing: Arven
• Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
• Summary: Despite your best efforts, you were too late; you couldn't save Arven's beloved Mabosstiff. Healing a broken heart was difficult, but you'd stick by Arven's side through his grief. After years of solitude, you'd let him know that he was no longer alone.
3. {SPECIAL}
• Title: Deserving
• Pairing: Team Star Bosses X Abuse Victim!Reader
• Genre: | Platonic | Angst | Hurt/Comfort |
• Summary: They knew. Team Star had always felt as though your relationship was off. The distant look in your eyes, your reluctance to interact with anyone besides your lover, the flinching, the forced laughs and smiles that contrasted the desperate scream for help dancing in your eyes - they knew. While others were content with ignorance, the Team Star bosses weren't.
Please make sure to attentively read all of the rules, as well as my disclaimers before submitting a request. You can also find the characters that I will happily write for.
Please keep in mind that I tend to ignore vague requests. iE: Arven x Reader fluff, or Grusha X Reader NSFW.
⚠️ Disclaimers
• Not spoiler free for the main and post-game.
• All characters are portrayed to be 18+, no matter the genre. That goes for the reader, and the canon characters.
• I have the right to turn down a request if it goes against the rules I've set up, makes me uncomfortable, does not inspire me or if I feel that I'm not knowledgeable enough on the subject presented in the request.
• Please do not repost or claim any of my work to another website. I cross-post between Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3, and you can find all of my links in my bio. However, if you do see someone reposting my work, please notify me. Thank you! Inspiration is okay, plagiarism is not.
• I have a zero patience policy with people who pester me to hurry up with writing their request. Know that behind the words, there's a human being with a regular job, a home business, housework, a family and other hobbies.
• I tend to write with a more mature audience in mind. That being said, adult topics, 18+ content and potentially triggering topics may be delved into. Each story comes with its summary, tags and warnings, so please read accordingly and you use your judgement. You are responsible for the content you consume, not me. No worries, however, plenty of Rated E stories will be up.
• I will do no more than 3 characters per headcanon post and no more than a single character per drabble/one-shot post.
✔️I Will Do
• Female!Reader - My preference and default lies with a female point of view. I write with a second-person point of view, so some of my things can be read as GN.
• Romantic Relationships - Self-explanatory.
• Platonic Relationships - Whether it's a platonic student/teacher relationship, a friendship or a family relationship (Ex. Kofu X Daughter!Reader).
• F/F Relationships - Self-explanatory
• AUs - I'm open to any AU suggestion you may have. Soulmate AUs, for example, should be specified what type of gimmick you'd like, as there are a lot out there.
• Song-Based Stories: I won't write a songfic as I don't find those appealing. I'm not a fan of padding a story with lyrics. However, music can be a huge inspiration, so if you have a song you'd like a story built around, let me know. Note that I may ignore your request if the song doesn't get the creative juices flowing for me.
• Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc - I'm open to pretty much any genre.
• NSFW - Smut is very much allowed on this blog. I'm very open to many things when it comes to smut, so it'd be easier to just tell you what I won't do for smut in the following section. Requesting smut should be treated the same way as a SFW piece, so give me details. Location? Any particular events leading to the smut? Any particular kinks?
❌ I Will Not Do
• Male!Reader - This is not meant to be discriminatory in any way; I'm just not very comfortable or good at writing a Male!Reader point of view.
• OCs or Canon X Canon - If you read the description, you can see that this is a reader insert book.
• Yandere - I know that yanderes are popular in the fandom, but I cannot bring myself to write that particular dere archetype. I can't put into words my disdain for the archetype.
• Poly Relationships - I 100% support poly relationships, I'm just absolute ass at portraying them.
• Non-Con - I'm not really into writing dark content for reader inserts. Note that this rule is for some form of graphic non-con depiction or fetishization. If your request is along the lines of X Character with an S/O that's an assault survivor, then that's fine. In other words, I don't want to fetishize non-con.
• Underage - All characters will be portrayed as young adults - adults, therefore being 18+.
• Incest - If it's ever, for whatever reason, requested, I can let stepcest slide, but I'm not going out of my way to write that.
• Hardcore Gore - Self-Explanatory. Blood and violence is fine in itself. I'm just asking to not cross the boundaries of gore porn, ya know?
• Love at First Sight Scenarios - No.
• 7 Minutes In Heaven & Truth or Dare Scenarios - They are abysmally boring for me to write and read.
• Certain Fetishes:
~Emetophilia
~ Scatophilia
~ Vore
~ Inflation
~ Feeding
~ Stuffing
~ Necrophilia
~ Non-consensual sex
~ CNC
~ Piss
~ Foot fetish
~ Bestiality/Poképhilia
~ Pet play
~ Ageplay (I can let the term 'Daddy' slide, though I'm not fond of it. I just don't want to write characters acting like children in a sexual scenario.)
(Note that there may be more added to the list later on. These are the ones I could think off the top of my head.)
💕 Available Characters
Both female and male characters are available. Most are fair game, from students/rivals, team star bosses, teachers and academy staff, gym leaders and E4 members.
Not all are on the list — these are mainly the characters that I'll voluntarily write for — but if you'd like to have something written about a character not present, leave a request, and I'll see what I can do!
Note that a character not being on the list doesn't mean that I dislike them.
💕 Available Women
• Nemona
• Penny
• Dendra
• Miriam
• Iono
• Tulip
• Prof. Sada
• Rika
• Geeta
• Mela
• Eri
💕 Available Men
• Arven
• Jacq
• Brassius
• Grusha
• Kofu
• Prof. Turo
• Hassel
• Giacomo
• Atticus
• Ortega
• Larry
Well, that's about it for me. Happy requesting, but stay respectful, yeah? Hope to see you soon!
OMG WELCOME BACK!!! I clicked on that notif so fast when I saw it earlier it actually crashed my tumblr app lmao- BUT ITS SL GOOD TO SEE YOUR BACK!! I gotta ask, which path was your fav in SV? For me it was titans :D
LMAO Hiii!!! I’m happy to be back, for sure!
Oof it’s hard to pick between the titans and Team Star.
Honestly, Arven’s entire storyline had me all teary-eyed, from the main game all the way to post game. At first, he came across as a pushy jerk, so I didn’t really care much for him, but then he hits the player with the ‘my dog is really sick’ thing. Seeing this more gentle and soft side of Arven was really nice, and I love his interactions with MC and the other characters. The bond he seems to develop with the MC as the story progresses is really heartwarming.
As for the Team Star path, I like how at first, I just thought I was taking on the generic bad guy team of the region, but then realized that it was so much more than that. Getting to know each of the bosses stories made me really sympathize, and I loved seeing Clavell own up to the school’s mistake regarding the bullying issue at the academy, something that I’m sure a lot of us would have liked to see in our own lives. The ending reunion between the bosses and Penny is really heartwarming too.
