Hi! I read your other requests and thought they were wonderful! I was wondering if you could write one for a platonic Snorlax x exhausted PokĂ©mon biologist! reader were the reader has just became companions with the Snorlax and takes him to stay with her. But since the Snorlax has to eat so much she gets caught up in getting him food and forgets to eat for herself and collapses. Could you write how Snorlax reacts to his new friend not taking care of themselves? Thank you! đ
(please take care of yourself folks and eat!!)
Being companions with a Snorlax was not easy, in fact youâd say it was as hard as being League Champion; if it werenât for the fact that current returnee Red had one. They were large and barely knew how to walk on their nonexistent legs. And the food, oh Arceus the food. Going out daily on your biologist hunts, finding samples (whether they be cleanly or not) or just trying to catch other Pokemon to study already filled up your time; but now with an almost constantly hungry tank on your side, it resulted in losing sleep.Â
Every day youâd go out, find a droppings sample in the morning, and a growl of Snorlaxâs stomach could be heard from your house. Theyâd usually stay in your bedroom, sleeping the day away, and if you werenât there and the fridge was stocked, theyâd roll over to gorge themselves on whatever they could find in there. Youâd have to stop your hunt for samples and get picking for any berries in the vicinity. Sure youâd stock food for the rest of the Pokemon in your house, and you banned Snorlax from ever consuming any of it without it being placed in his dish, but nothing would satiate their hunger.Â
It was getting to such a point where youâd just go right ahead and feed them your food. Sure you should probably go to the nearest Poke Center and ask for help with this endless hunger, maybe more filling food, if that was even an option. But you were stubborn, damn you were stubborn, and you were doing this your own way. It was very stupid yes, but youâd do it anyways. That would be if you didnât faint out in the field from being so goddamn hungry.
Snorlax was lounging as usual in your bedroom, the most comfortable place in the house that they had sparsed after becoming your companion. Though something felt off, really really off, to the notoriously lazy Pokemon. They rolled out into the living room, then into the connecting kitchen, into the lab where the rest of their friends lived, and you were in none of the rooms. Panic settled in, sure they didnât have the ability to physically show it, but it was there.
They rolled out of the front door and into the yard, and even further into the woods. They stopped by any bird-like or insect-like Pokemon who couldâve seen you, and they all pointed them towards a twisting of knotted roots closer to a clearing. Snorlax thanked them with a laxed roar, and rolled off into that direction. They found you unconscious at the gnarled roots of a large tree. They grasped one of their stubby paws into your satchel to poke around for any berries that could wake you up, a Chesto or Lum in particular.Â
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Distress settled in as Snorlax was unsure what to do. Rolling around over to any bushes and berry trees to find anything to feed you. Nearly crushing a couple under their great weight, they settled at one that finally had some berries sprouting. Hastily picking them off, including a couple leaves, they carried the small nearly grown berries in their chubby arm. Rolling a bit slower, as to not drop them, they settled at your side. They grabbed a few and shoved them into your mouth, gently moving your bottom jaw to try and get you to chew and swallow.
A few more moments of waiting and awkwardly shoving more berries into your mouth, you finally woke up. You were so incredibly tired, maybe another nap was in order. Snorlax promptly smacked you in the face.Â
âOw! Fuck, whyâd you have to do that?â
Then you saw the tears in their squinty little eyes and your heart dropped. How long had you been out here? They picked you up and placed you gently on their belly. It was so warm you wanted to sleep again but the guilt kept you up. Through their teary mumbles you could make out the pure terror they felt at nearly losing their best friend. It hurt so bad.Â
âBuddy Iâm ok now. See? You saved meâ.
A soft hand now on their chubby face made them bust out into wailing. Their grip on you even stronger, trapping you against their tear stained tummy.Â
âI think youâre suffocating me-â
Snorlaxâs grip faltered but their tears barely did, now flailing their arms around like a tantruming child. Now having to go into full on comfort mode, you hold their head in your hands, gently shushing them.Â
âSweetheart Iâm fine. Iâm ok. Iâm right hereâ.
With only their lip quivering, only barely holding back the previously broken dam, they pat your back gently.Â
âLetâs go home ok? Iâll go to a Center later. Promiseâ.
Another soft hug from them. It was clear they were too scared to let you go. A little nose nuzzle against the space between their eyes and mouth eased them, just a bit.Â